Chapter 1

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!