Denouement

When the doors slid open, Harriet stepped out into the lobby, still uncertain where to go and who to see. It worried her how readily she was taking being a woman. How easily she sucked cock or let herself get fucked. How she enjoyed it. She knew she shouldn’t. But she did. “Motherfucker,” she groused as she went outside and hailed a taxi.

“Where too miss?” The taxi driver asked, chewing gum and looking her up and down like she was a complete slut. Was she?

Maybe. But it was a valid question. Where? Her brother in law? Her former partner? Her ex wife? She couldn't shake the feeling that the person responsible for her transformation was closer than she thought. The list of enemies was long, but her gut told her to start with someone who had a more personal vendetta.

As the taxi pulled away from the curb, Harriet’s thoughts turned to her ex-wife, Janet. Their split had been messy, with accusations of infidelity and mismanagement of their shared assets. But the crux of it had been his desire for Janet to have children and give up her career so they could have an old fashioned nuclear family.

Janet had always had a flair for the dramatic, and what could be more dramatic than turning her ex-husband into a ****, slutty bimbo? The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Janet had always had a twisted sense of humor, and this was just the kind of twisted prank she would pull. Woman came… didn’t they? Could that be her cure. She gave the driver Janet’s apartment address.

The taxi ride was a blur as Harriet’s mind raced with scenarios. How would Janet react when she saw her like this? Would she laugh? Would she gloat? Or would she be horrified at what had been done too her? Harriet’s hand wandered down to her throbbing pussy, her need for release growing more urgent by the minute. The humiliation was exciting her. God she was a slut!

When the taxi pulled up to Janet’s apartment, Harriet stepped out, her legs wobbly in the sky-high heels. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, and walked up to the door. She knocked.