Cindy’s Choices
I’m sitting here, at my computer, trying to figure out what I should do. Maybe if I write down what happened I can make sense of it, and make my decision. My name is Cindy Carmichael, and I’m twenty-five years old. After a false start, I thought I had found my “prince Charming”, and that life simply couldnt be better.
Now I’ve learned it was all a lie.
It all started when I was still in High School. I guess I was the high school princess. Popular, pretty, and with the best guy as my boyfriend, who could ask for anything more?
But high school comes to an end, and that’s when the first hit came.
I caught my “prince” wearing my prom dress.
I didn’t handle it well.
I stormed out, and went to a coffee shop to get my head together. To my amazement, one of my old classmates, Mark Carpenter was there, and before I knew it, I was crying on his shoulder, and telling him what had happened.
He helped me reach a peace with my former boyfriend who started living as a woman full time, and thanks to Mark we actually parted friends.
A few months later I moved in with Mark, married him, and things started to go our way right away. He had been a bit of a tech nerd in high school, but now an idea he had made was now an application in most cell phones, and money started pouring in.
Mark was smart, and instead of us moving into some big mansion, we went into a nice, middle-class three-bedroom place, and bought it outright. We did the same thing with a car, so although we lived in a modest neighborhood, unlike most of our neighbors we had zero debt.
Life was going great, or so I thought.
Until this morning, when I found this program on his computer. My laptop had crashed, and I wanted to print out a cute little card for our anniversary, so I borrowed his machine.
He’d been so full of himself he hadnt really even hid the program.
It somehow re-arranged reality, so whatever you wanted to happen did, and then created a plausible reason why it happened that way.
Apparently, my wonderful life had been a fantasy my husband created, because he wanted me.
My break-up with my boyfriend, meeting Mark, the whole thing was a lie.
I’ve freed my ex from the compulsions that Mark gave him, but beyond that I dont
know what I should do now. At the moment my loving husband is paralyzed laying in our bed until I can decide what I should do with him.
Part of me wants to do something horrible to him, like he did to my ex and to me. But if I tortured him, wouldnt I be just as bad as he was?
I’m at a loss.
What do I do?
Author’s note: Whatever choice gets the most votes, I’ll write as a story.
Author's note: A while back I wrote a story called "Cindy's Choices", and let you guys play jury, deciding on the proper punishment for the bad guy. But as there wasnt a consensus verdict, I'm using my option as "judge" and pronouncing sentence ...
Cindy’s Choices 2 - The Verdict
Mark lay helpless in his bed, unable to move at all.
“How could it have gone so wrong? Thanks to that computer program I had the girl I crushed on in high school, and a enough money to last me the rest of my life. And now, I cant so much as raise my head from the bed!”
Time passed, and he could hear Cindy talking on the phone to someone. Once her conversation was finished, he could hear her go into the kitchen, and soon he could smell coffee being brewed.
Sometime later, he heard the bell being rung
There was nothing he could do, he was helpless. He knew eventually his bowels and bladder would perform their functions, and unless she let him go, he would be lying in his own mess.
Time passed, and what he feared happened, and there was nothing he could do but lay there and smell the result, and cry inside.
Finally, he heard someone come in, and then he heard his wife’s voice say “Oh, I should have put him in a diaper.”
“Well, lets get this over with anyway.” the other voice, and a chill went through Mark. He recognized it, it was the voice of his wife’s first boyfriend, the “prince” of their high school, who he’d used the computer program to transform into a wanna-be girl, a tranny.
If anyone had more reason to hate him than his wife, it was this person, what name had she chosen?
“Okay Samantha.” His wife said, answering his question without realizing it.
“Hello Mark.” Samantha said, coming into his limited visual range.
He couldnt speak, so he just stared at her, waiting for her to say more.
“Your... wife has told me what a naughty little boy you’ve been. That its because of you that I lost her, so you could have her. Now, how should I react to that news? What should I do to you now that the shoe is on the other foot?”
“I’ve been thinking hard about this. So has your loving wife. And I think I know exactly what I want to do with you.”
“I bet you’re scared now. After all, you took my life from me, just so you could have the girl I loved. I imagine you’ve been thinking hard all day of the sorts of things I could do to you with that program.”
“So here it is, my sentence.”
He would have held his breath if he could have, waiting for her next words.
“I forgive you.”
With that, the woman walked away.
“I guess its my turn.” Said his wife, and the world changed.
******
Much later, two women were sitting at the kitchen table in a house that had been slightly modified. The spare bedroom had been converted into a nursery, complete with soft pink colors and pictures of butterflies, horses, and princesses on the walls.
Cindy had just come out of the nursery, and settled into a chair and took a the cup of tea offered by her guest, letting out a sigh.
“Any regrets about your choice?”
“When I’m this tired from dealing with a fussy baby all day, a little. But it was the best alternative I could think of. Instead of a selfish man, I have a baby girl, one I can hopefully raise to be a credit to the species. What about you? I could have turned you back into a man.”
“That life isnt mine anymore. I find I’m happy as I am. There are worse people I could be.”
“I ... kinda hoped you would see it that way. Which is why I made one change I didnt tell you about.”
With that, Cindy stood up, came around the table, and gave the other woman a long, slow, passionate kiss.
“I ... I got rid of some hangups I had. In the hopes that I might ... convince you to hang around.” She said, when they got their breath back.
“I... I would like that very much.” Samantha said, and the two women shared another kiss.
“So... what do we do now?”
“Well, you have a extra large tub built for two, if I remember right. We could put on some soft music, light a few candles, and ... try it out .... together, if you wanted.” Samantha said.
Cindy smiled, and said, “Sounds like a good evening to me. But if I fall asleep while we’re in the tub, forgive me?”
“Always.” Samantha said, and getting up and taking Cindy’s hand, she began to lead the other woman to the large bathroom.
What happens next is better imagined than told, but suffice to say both women would go to bed that night with warm thoughts and happy dreams, the perfect things to share with the little girl asleep in the crib.
And the best start to a new life for all of them.
Together.