THE PUNISHED
By harlock71




“Damn it Karl, how could you!”  My wife screamed at me.

I had just come home from work and saw that she had discovered my stash of porn on the computer.

“Now calm down and let me ex...”  I started to say as she cut me off.

“No!  I am sick of you lying to me about you looking at porn and I am not putting up with it anymore!”  She yelled at me.  “I am tired of you hurting me and I am going to finally going to do something about it!”  She finished as she pulled a wooden wand out of her purse.

“What are you going to do poke me with that stick?  Ooh, I’m shaking in my boots.”  I said with scorn.

With tears running down her face she pointed it at me and said, “No, my Aunt gave this to me and it has the power to punish you!”

I started laughing at her until I noticed the tip of the wand glowing.  I started backing away from her saying, “Polly, I don’t…..”

That was all that I got out of my mouth when a blinding white light hit me square in the chest and then my word went black.



Chapter 1

I felt like I was stuck in darkness forever.  Apparently my wife’s crazy story about her Aunt being a witch was true.  Was my wife’s idea of punishing me to kill me?  I did not feel dead.  I just felt…disconnected somehow.  It was a feeling I really could not put into words.

While I was pondering my situation for what felt like the millionth time I felt a titanic lurch and a rushing sensation and then a blinding light enveloped me.

I opened my eyes and saw a white ceiling with florescent lights.  I tried to sit up but as soon as my head lifted off the pillow my head exploded in pain.  I let my head fall with a small groan and looked to my left and saw an IV bag and a monitor keeping track of my heartbeat.  A poster on the wall told me I was in a hospital in Detroit.

While I was pondering why I was in a Detroit hospital the door to my room opened and a nurse walked in.

“Well, good afternoon honey.  You have had all of us worried for a couple of months now.”  She said with a smile.

She then started to take my pulse and blood pressure.

I tried to ask what happened to me but all that came out of my mouth was a dry croak.

“Now, now don’t try to talk just yet and try not to move very much.  You were in a pretty bad car accident and you’ve just woke up from a two month coma.”  The nurse explained.

A car accident?  That can’t be right.  The last thing I remembered was my wife hitting me with some kind of magical energy.  Although from the way my body ached it felt like I had been an accident.

“Now you are going to be very tired for quite a few days so just try to go to sleep and the doctor will examine you when you wake up.”  The nurse said as she patted my hand.

I did not want to fall asleep.  I wanted to find out what REALLY happened to me.  I wanted to find out what Polly had done.  However my apparently battered body betrayed me and my eyes drooped closed and I fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

I woke up some time later and once again tried to lift my head but it still hurt to bad to do so.  I then tried to lift my arm up to reach the call button on the side of the bed but I was so weak that I could only raise my hand a couple of inches before it fell back down to rest on the bed.

I only laid there awake for about a minute when a different nurse than before walked in and started taking my vitals.

“How are you feeling today darling?”  She asked me.

Once again I tried to speak but couldn’t.

“Don’t worry; you can just nod your head.  You probably won’t be able to speak until the doctor gives us the ok to let you eat solid food.  Your throat will be to dry until then, ok?”  She explained.

I nodded my head in understanding.

The doctor came in at that point and he felt my arms and legs while asking me if it hurt anywhere.  I shook my head no each time.

“Well then it appears that we can take you out of the critical care unit and move you to a regular room.  The only major injuries you sustained from your car accident were the blows to your head.  In the mean time don’t try to lift your head for another few days and try not to move very much either.   Do you understand?”  He finished.

I nodded my head yes.

“Good, now just relax and the nurses will have to your room soon.”  He said and then left the room.

Two nurses then pushed my bed and monitors out of the room to my new room.  When they wheeled me into my new room I saw it was a two-person room and there was a middle-aged woman in the other bed watching T.V.

As the nurses were getting my bed situated I thought it was odd for me to be placed in a room with a woman.  I thought that hospitals only put people of the same sex in a room together.  Even though I feel that it was odd I did not have time to ponder it as I fell asleep again.

I spent the next few days asleep more than awake but I was feeling better and better each time I woke up.

On my sixth day I woke up and flexed my hands and they felt a lot stronger than they had since I first woke up in the hospital.  I slowly lifted my left hand and brought it to my face so I could scratch my nose.  I stopped my arm in mid lift and gave it a second glance.  It looked different.  It looked dainty. It was hairless.  It…I lifted my other arm and held them next to each other and looked at them both.  They looked like a woman’s arms.  I then felt my face.  I had no beard growing!   I had been in the hospital for over two months now and I had no facial hair.  My hands started to shake as the truth of the matter began to become apparent.  I then with some reluctance moved my hands to my chest.  OHMYGOD!  Sure enough, I had breasts!

I tried to lurch up into a sitting position but my head started pounding.  I tried it slower the second time and was able to sit up in bed.  I just had to get to a mirror!  I swung my legs over the side of the bed and eased my self to the ground.  It was ten I noticed the bag attached to a catheter. I hooked it to the I.V. stand and on weak, shaking legs slowly walked to the bathroom.  I could feel my breasts rubbing against the hospital gown and I could NOT feel anything but the catheter tube dangling between my legs.  When I got into the bathroom I purposely avoided looking in the mirror until I got right in front of it.

When I looked into the mirror I first noticed the entire top of my head was wrapped in a bandage with the occasional tuft of auburn hair sticking out.  My eyes then looked at “my” face for the first time.  I had a pale complexion.  My eyes were slightly almond shaped and green.  My nose was average sized and my mouth was slightly fuller than average.  All on a heart shaped face.  Stunned, I leaned against the wall next to the sink and pulled the front of my gown out and looked down.  I saw two b-cup breasts on my chest and below that I saw I was shaved down below with about 3/4 inch stubble and a catheter tube sticking out of me, but no penis.  I closed my eyes and with my left hand I touched the catheter and followed it up to my privates.  I then cupped my hand over my privates and confirmed that I was a young looking WOMAN.  This must be what my wife did for her revenge.

Tears started running down my face as I tried to walk out of the bathroom when I fell to my knees and blacked out.


End Chapter 1