A Wife's Revenge

"What the hell is this!"

Michael Landers turned slowly toward his wife. She had been changing the sheets

on their bed when she came across an unexpected surprise. When the couple

finally stood face to face, Michael noticed his wife of three years staring

back, her left arm pointing straight at him with a purple bra dangling off her

index finger.

"Well, um, it looks like a bra," Michael answered.

"Ya think? Gee Michael, I never would have guessed if it hadn't been for you.

What I really want to know is who it belongs to and what it was doing underneath

your pillow."

"What are you suggesting, Meredith?" Michael learned early in his relationships

with women that the best defense was to go quickly to the offense. "There's only

one person in this house who wears those."

"Well, Michael, I hope for your sake that you have started crossdressing,

because this certainly isn't mine."

"What do you mean, not yours? I've seen you in that plenty of times."

"Damn you, Michael. I hate purple. You know I hate purple. Now tell me who it

belongs to?"

"Maybe it changed color in the wash? You know I'm no good at that stuff."

"Michael, you're such an idiot. Now tell me."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Honestly, Meredith, you need to keep

better track of your things."

Michael turned to walk out the door when the bra hit him in the back of the

head.

"What did you do that for?"

"What do you take me for, Michael? I'm not stupid. I know who it belongs to, I

was just hoping you would show me an ounce of respect and tell me the truth.

It's Melissa's. I was with her when she bought it. Where are the matching

panties, Michael? Or wasn't she wearing any? She told me it was for someone

special. Little did I know..."

Her voice trailed off and she began to sob. Michael tried to give her a

reassuring hug, tried to tell her he was sorry. His charms had worked dozens of

times in the past. He was sure he could wiggle out of yet another predicament.

But this time, Meredith would have none of it.

"Get your hands off of me!"

Startled at the tone of her voice, Michael backed off.

"Aren't I good enough for you, Michael? Aren't I pretty enough?"

The funny thing is Meredith was pretty enough. They had met in college. Michael

was two years older, the captain of the lacrosse team. Meredith was petite with

raven colored hair. Her face radiated perfection and her body was pert and

toned. By the time she graduated college, the couple was engaged. A year later,

they were married. But it wasn't enough. Meredith should have been all the woman

he ever wanted, but Michael started to stray shortly after the honeymoon. Mostly

it was with women at the office or at the health club. They were short term,

sex-only affairs.

But Melissa was different. Although she was Meredith's best friend, she was the

aggressive one. Michael had spurned her advances as early as two weeks after the

wedding, but Melissa couldn't take no for an answer. Finally, Michael gave in

and the two had been having a clandestine affair for nearly six months.

Melissa was everything Meredith wasn't. She was tall and blonde, and decidedly

bustier than his petite wife. And her sexual appetite was insatiable. Mornings,

afternoons, evenings, it didn't matter. One time she even met him in New York

during one of his frequent business trips. And all the while, Meredith had been

none the wiser.

Until now!

"Honey, I'm sorry. I can change, I promise."

The sobbing had quieted and an eerie silence filled the room. Finally, Meredith

wiped her eyes and rose from the bed.

"You're right, Michael. You will change. I'm going to see to it right now."

A puzzled look crossed Michael's face.

"You see, Michael, I am a witch. I have been hiding this fact from you ever

since we met. I wanted our relationship to be normal. I tried, Michael, but you

cheated. You violated our vows. And now you will pay. I am tired of being made a

fool of."

Before Michael could react, she pointed her finger at him, the same finger that

just minutes earlier held the purple bra, and chanted a few words under her

breath. Michael stood transfixed as a silver light emerged from her finger and

snaked its way towards his body, encircling his form. As the light got more

intense, Michael started to feel a strange tingling sensation. It started at his

head and quickly worked its way throughout his body.

Soon, Michael became aware of something even stranger. For some reason, he found

himself looking up at Meredith. It couldn't be, he thought to himself. At six

feet, two inches tall, he was nearly a foot taller than his wife, but now she

was looking down at him... and laughing.

Smaller and smaller he got. By now he was barely three foot tall when he noticed

more changes. His skin texture was changing, from course, masculine tone to a

fine, satiny finish. His arms and legs were getting thinner. When he looked

down, he noticed his right toes change into tiny hooks; his left toes became

tiny eyelets. His legs spread outwards then stretched behind him and hooked

together. Then he felt a sudden, sharp tug as his arms arched behind his back

connected with his legs... or what had been his legs.

He tried to speak, to tell Meredith one more time that he was sorry. But she

dismissed him with a wave of her hand. The motion seemed to cause more changes

as his skin turned the same shade of purple as Melissa's bra. Another wave of

Meredith's hand and he felt a sharp explosion in his chest as two large cups

emerged. His ribcage reformed into underwire. By now, the changes were almost

complete as he fluttered helplessly to the floor. Soon, his head receded into

the fabric. Though he could no longer see or hear, he was very much aware of the

sensation as Meredith picked him up off the floor and stuffed him into her

purse.

*****

Later that week, Meredith encountered Melissa at the Spa Lady Health Club. She

had anticipated the meeting and made sure to pack what was left of Michael

inside her gym bag.

After a vigorous workout, the two women chatted and talk soon turned to Michael.

"By the way, Meredith, how's Michael? I haven't seen him in a while."

"Oh, we're kind of separated," Meredith answered with a giggle. "I got tired of

his cheating ways."

"Too bad. I always thought you two made the perfect couple," Melissa replied. "I

always wished I could find someone just like him."

"You know, Melissa, something tells me that you and Michael would be a good fit.

By the way, I believe you left this at my house."

With that, Meredith pulled the bra that had once been her husband out of her bag

and handed it to her startled friend. With a playful wink, she then picked up

her belongings and headed for the exit. Leaving her best friend and ex-husband

to their shared destiny.

The end