When The Shoe Is On The Other Foot (Chapter 1)

 CHAPTER ONE

Scott Murphy had become an unapologetic sexist and an outrageous sexist, at least his wife Elizabeth had thought so, and sometimes she asked herself why she had ever married him. She then remembered he hadn’t been like that when they first met, at least not like now, but he’d gotten much worse in the two years since their wedding. She put it down partly to the fact that Scott was somewhat insecure. He had an average build, about 6’ 0" tall and 200 pounds, and didn’t feel like he got an extra boost of confidence by marrying someone better looking than him. Elizabeth wasn’t an ugly woman, she was 5’ 9 " and 135-pounds and she was never that confident with her body. when she was younger, she was much heavier and the desire to be skinny made her lose a lot of the weight. Elizabeth’s issue was that aside from her small A-cup breasts (maybe B-cup on a good day), she lacked any significant feminine curves. Scott wasn’t an athletic person, like he was when he younger, which was a problem in his line of work—wholesale sporting goods sales.

His job was also a source of his problem, Elizabeth was sure of this. Every day he had to associate with “alpha males” in the office, who were all fit and athletic. This made him feel inferior, so he would do whatever it took to fit in. So, it was no surprise that their opinion of women was unsurprisingly biased and based entirely on physical abilities. They would constantly put down women and scoff them based on their physical attributes. At the same time the “alpha males” Scott associated with, thought they were God’s gifts to women and bragged about their "conquests".  To gain approval, Scott had gradually adopted more and more of his co-workers’ attitudes, much to Elizabeth’s embarrassment. It had started gradually with a few snide remarks and off-color comments, but it gradually come to the point where Scott had begun to humiliate her in public with sexist remarks. 

Elizabeth endured Scott’s behavior silently, but inside she seethed with resentment. His increasingly condescending attitude, overblown ego, and constant debasement of her gender made her long for revenge. She desperately wished Scott could find out what women had to go through, what they had to endure at the hands of guys like him, and lately she had even begun to dream of being able to make him see what it would be like to wear the shoe on the other foot. She was growing tired of his sexual demands at all hours of the day and night. He thought nothing of waking her out of a sound sleep to use her for his sexual desires, and he wanted her to do things that she felt were degrading. Her resentment had grown to the point where she had begun to consider a divorce, but she hated that idea too, though she could see no other alternative. Elizabeth had begun to dream up a fantasy of turning the tables on him and giving him a taste of his own medicine. But it was just that—a fantasy. So, she hesitated, and cried inside while she tried to think of what to do. 

Friday, Jan. 21 -- After making another lewd comment regarding the “inferior sex”, specifically one involving a chubby, flat-chested women, Scott got up and swaggered towards the men’s bathroom. Elizabeth, who’s own bustline was in fact quite modest, was once more humiliated by Scott, began to blush slightly. They had gone out for drinks with their neighbors, Jack, and Alyssa, to a local bar. After Scott had gone, Elizabeth felt the weight of her husband’s friend’s eyes fall on her breasts and she knew exactly what he was thinking. Red-faced, she excused herself and left to seek refuge in the lady’s bathroom. Once inside she locked herself in a stall, teary eyed, she pulled down her faux leather pants and panties, and sat down. Once again wishing that she could turn the tables on Scott and humiliate him the way he had embarrassed her. Although, it wasn’t the first time Scott humiliated her in a public setting, but she had always struggled with meeting new people and really wanted to strike up a friendship with Alyssa. She had always admired her confidence and was very pretty, but after Scott’s remark and Jack’s reaction, that cut burnt deeper than ever. She would just love to turn the tables on him.

In the next room, Scott had just finished brushing his hair, checking himself in the mirror, and sneaking in a few hits of his vape. He took a step back and stepped over to one of the urinals. He unzipped his fly, hooked his thumb under the waistband of his briefs, and grasped his penis, absently pointing it in the direction of the urinal as he mindlessly watched the tv playing above the urinal. He’d had drunk a lot of beer and was feeling buzzed, but his bladder was full, and he really had to piss.

Suddenly he felt his flaccid penis slither backwards through his fingers, back into his pants and an instant later he lost his grip on it. Before he could even realize what had happened, he felt the sensation of wetness by his crotch and a slight warm trickle make its way down his leg. He had just pissed his pants and underwear.

"FUCK!" He cursed, looking down at the wet dark spot on his pants, luckily it was mostly in one spot and all the piss that went down his leg, was by his inseam and was hardly noticeable. He quickly shoved his hand into his pants to grab hold of his limp penis only to feel it continuously get smaller and shrink to nothing, disappearing into his lower abdomen.

"SONOFABITCH!" Scott howled as he desperately probed his crotch, frantically searching for his lost penis. In his frantic state, his fingers searched hopelessly and then he was suddenly stopped in his tracks. What he felt sent a frigid chill down his spine and he nearly passed out from shock! 

He nervously glanced around—fortunately he was alone in the bathroom—then he ran into the closest stall, quickly slammed the door, and locked the door. He hurriedly unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans. He attempted to lean over and get a look at what was going on down there, but in his ‘buzzed’ state, Scott couldn’t balance and look over his gut. He sat down on the stool, lifted up his shirt, and stared at his pubic area.

"GASP!" He started panting nervously and began to get to get teary eyed as he saw a sight that nearly made him turn white. A smooth, featureless expanse of skin occupied the area where his penis and scrotum had been, was now hidden by his pubic hair, and further down, between his legs, Scott saw what appeared to be a, a ... vagina!

"OHH FUCK! OHH SHIT!" He screamed. "What the fuck is going on—What has happened to me?"

He probed cautiously between his legs with his finger, telling himself this wasn’t real, and only a dream. It couldn’t be happening, then his index finger felt something that seemed terribly foreign and wrong, and at the same time Scott felt the touch of his finger through his, his labia! It was NOT A DREAM!

"Oh God—What do I do?" He wailed again; his voice choked with sobs.

He tried taking out his phone to search for some answers, but all he was able to find were results for transgender people who were in transition. Scott, now hyperventilating, was in a panic, he despised transgender people. He thought the men who wanted to be women were weak, sad, and confused fags and he thought the woman who wanted to be men were only doing it because they were too ugly and muscular to be a dyke. Now in need for help the only thing that was coming up were support groups and clinics. WHAT THE FUCK??????

With morbid curiosity Scott probed the strange opening in his body. The insides of his cleft were baby - soft, moist, and warm, and then his finger grazed across a small protrusion above his vagina and Scott felt a sudden, intense sensation shoot electricity through his entire body. He jerked his hand away as if he’d been burned as he gasped in shock.

"Ohmigod! It’s fucking real!" He breathed as the incredible, pulsing sensation subsided.

Just then the door to the men’s room opened and two guys walked in. Scott quickly pulled his trousers up to conceal most of his crotch and sat deathly still while the other patrons stood by the urinals relieving themselves and talked about the sports game on TV. He was terrified of being discovered and desperately wanted to get out of there, but he had to clean himself first and he didn’t dare move now.

Meanwhile, in the lady’s room, Elizabeth felt a throbbing, pleasurable sensation pulsating from within her groin, and she looked down at herself. As she did, her labia suddenly began to swell and spread aside as if something was going to come out of it. Elizabeth then felt an incredible feeling erupt from within her and let out a long sigh, as if there was an itch in a hard-to-reach spot, that she was able to get. This orgasmic feeling growing inside Elizabeth made her shiver and knees wobble, she hadn’t had a sexual feeling like this in a long time. Incredibly, at the same time she felt, then SAW her clitoris grow and expand right out of her vagina at an incredible rate.

She watched in disbelief as her labia kept growing and swelling until they began to hang downward, resembling a man’s scrotum. Meanwhile her clitoris kept expanding, growing in length and thickness, until it extended an incredible distance from her abdomen. In a matter of a few moments, it was transformed into something that looked EXACTLY like a man’s penis, and confirmation that it was a penis came a moment later when a stream of urine erupted from it spraying against the stall door!

Elizabeth was jaw dropped and was too stunned to scream, but she touched her new member and discovered it was sensitive to her soft, supple touch. Her hand elegantly slid up the shaft and her penis jerked as her soft fingers tickled her penis’ tip. She gasped in disbelief. The thing looked ENORMOUS, and as she held it, it grew erect, expanding to an unbelievable length and rising up until it contacted the edge of the toilet! 

Elizabeth suddenly felt very dizzy and faint, and she had to brace herself against the walls of the stall to keep from falling over. Eventually the dizziness passed, but not the shock. When she asked herself what the hell had happened, she immediately recalled her wish about turning the tables on Scott and realized that, somehow, her wish had been granted—at least part of it. But now that she seemed to have a full set of masculine "equipment" she was certain she didn’t want it. She had only been half serious about her wish anyway—hadn’t she?

It was bizarre in the extreme! How was she supposed to function with a penis and scrotum attached to her crotch? Then it occurred to her that, by definition, she was no longer a woman—and that gave her another strange shock. She just couldn’t think of herself as a man no matter how hard she tried. Whoever heard of a man with breasts, wearing a leather leggings, nylons, and high heel shoes? 

Elizabeth stood up and tried to pull her panties over her new penis and found it rather difficult, even though it had softened and receded. She managed to cover it, but it was a tight fit. The exact moment she moved her balls slid to the side and popped out, pushing her panties to the side. She tried holding everything in place and then used her pantyhose to secure everything in place, but that led to the next discomfort. When she pulled it up to her waist her penis and scrotum felt cramped and pinched. But there was nothing she could do about it, and she decided the best thing to do was to get home quickly. 

Fortunately, her thick sweater, was long enough to cover her skintight leather pants, and was able to effortlessly conceal her incredible new addition, but she knew that until she returned to normal, she would have problems with her clothes. She opened the stall, walked to the sink, and washed her hands. Her mind raced as a thousand thoughts and impressions competed for her attention. Strangely enough, as she looked into the mirror she appeared just as feminine as when she walked into the room. No sign of her new potency was visible, but she felt different somehow, more alive, more ... vital, more confident, like a weight was lifted off her chest. Although she was very nervous about walking out of the lady’s room with her masculine equipment, she wasn’t afraid of the "thing" itself. She even smiled slightly as she thought of the power concealed beneath her sweater, though her smile faded when she realized that sooner or later Scott would have to know. She left the ladies room and when she returned to the table, she was surprised to find that Scott had not yet returned.