This choice: try to persuade her otherwise • Go Back...Chapter #6try to persuade her otherwise... by: Mr. George   "That's not happening." you firmly tell her. You'll have no whore pretending she's a man and you serving her. The shake of your head, and crossing of your arms underline your words. Sadly, you guess you'll have to pick a new regular brothel.
The firm rapping at the door startles you.
"Ma'am." Mary answers primly, obviously recognising the knock. Moving so you can keep an eye on the new arrival, and Mary you edge away from the exit keeping the wall at your back.
The sturdy brothel madam enters, planting her fists on her fleshy hips. She looks you up and down, "So this was the man who was too rough, the last time."
You feel guilty, being called a beater of women, is a low insult, both in this world, and in your own mind. You've finished off warrior women, as quickly as men, but you didn't consider yourself capable of harming an unarmed woman.
Taking a step towards Madame Jones, you see the two beefy eunuchs lurking just beyond the door.
Your apology evaporates, "Are they here to force me to comply?" you ask. A tilt of your head indicating them, and their oiled muscular skin. In case things escalate your hand stays low, but hovers near the hilt of your sword.
"No." she tells you quickly and clearly, "They're only here to ensure the peace. To escort you from the premises if you resist."
"I've already apologised to Mary." you explain, looking to her to give a quick nod of an agreement. She gives the briefest of nods.
"Well, actions speak louder than words." Madame Jones explained, "Many men are more contrite when they don't have a physical edge."
"What are you suggesting?" you ask. You don't want the reputation as a coward who beats up women, or the risk that this might start a domino effect, with you being banned from every brothel in the city.
Her smile broadens, and without saying a word, allows a skin to unfurl. Beyond the vague shape, you can tell it's female.
"An even playing field. If your next session of writhing and wrestling is in the mud, with you both as women, we could forgive you and move past this unfortunate incident."
You wonder how many men consider that a step too far, and escalate. Part of this punishment, is the humiliation of just wearing a woman's skin. Feminisation is a common court penalty, and while skins are illegal, it's only really for women wearing a man's skin that causes nervous discomfort in this society.
Eager for a solution, you find yourself nodding. An odd excitement fizzes in your middle, as you think about becoming a woman... a woman in a brothel. It's almost sexual, as you try not to picture it too lewdly. You'll keep the knowledge of fighting, and should easily beat Mary. The thought of allowing her to get a few spanking swats in, before reversing your fortunes intrigues you.
Stretching out a hand, you accept the skin. Good as her word, Madame Jones dismisses the eunuchs. Allowing you and Mary to strip down. You fully undress, ready to put on the skin, while she reveals a outfit that'll allow her free movement.
Once you're naked, you slip your legs into the skin. Pulling it up to your waist, you allow it to settle around your hips. Looking for wrinkles to brush out of the skin, you don't spot any. You guess it must be the skin for a fairly petite woman. A potential height advantage to concede to Mary. But you continue to put it on. Sliding your arms into the sleeves, you shrug it over your shoulders.
Looking down you see the still limp flesh, the head/hood hanging limply between unshaped breasts. Behind you, Madame Jones tugs the sides of the skin together from the base of your spine, up to the base of your skull.
Questions race through your mind, as you wonder if you're allowed to win. Is the wrestling competition enough of a humiliation to satisfy Mary, and the brothel mistress. You swallow the question, unsure you can keep your voice from quaking. You don't want to sound intimidated right before a fight.
Dipping your head forward, you pull the hood up and over. Adjusting the features, until you can look out, as if from your own face. Rolling your neck round and round, before flexing it from one side to the other. You get comfortable, as you finish your exercises, you feel the magic of the skin go to work...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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