Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold
a
Trust Machines story
by
clancy688
"Guys, I just had the best idea ever!" With a broad grin, Laurie slipped her shapely posterior into the last free seat at the table. It was Friday, Girl's Night Out, and all her friends had already assembled in the bar the ladies used for their frequent all-female gatherings.
"Hear, hear." Stephanie, a feisty blonde replied and raised an eyebrow mockingly. "Another 'best idea ever' from you? What exactly makes it better than the other, uh, roughly ten thousand 'best ideas ever' you had before?"
A chuckle rolled around the table and Laurie scowled. "Hey, this really is one of my better ideas." She returned indignantly. "In fact, you'll really like it. No, love it. How about this: Let's all do a vacation together. My uncle has this vacation home on Oahu but is hardly using it. And if we tend to the garden for him, he'll let us stay there for free. Isn't this like, totally awesome!" Excitedly, she looked at her friends who truly seemed to be surprised by invitation.
For several seconds, nobody said something. Then finally, Marion cleared her throat. Usually she was the quietest of the bunch, but when she had something to say, it usually held water. This time wasn't an exception. "Excuse me for lesson your excitement, but... isn't that basically the same idea you had two weeks ago? Where we even agreed that it was a good one - if we had the money for plane tickets? It's a long - and therefore expensive - flight from the East Coast."
Expectantly, all the girl looked at Laurie now, waiting for her face to fell. To their surprise, the opposite happened. Instead, Laurie's grin became even broader. "Thanks for asking this question, Marion!" she exclaimed cheerfully. "Because I figured out a solution to even that problem! And that is... Venn Machines!"
"Um..." Lynne chimed in. "How exactly will Venn Machines help us? Do you plan on turning all of us into strikingly attractive gals who get free tickets as soon as they appear at the travel agency's office? I hate to tell you this, but your plan may have worked a few years earlier. But thanks to Venn Machines-" she motioned at the assembled girls, all of which were the striking depiction of at least model-, some even supermodel-class beauty. "-the competition has become just a tad tougher. Not to mention that such a plump maneuver would probably make the agent think that we're just a bunch of Venned dudes. Because that's exactly the kind of prank a group of dudes would play!"
That remark prompted loud laughter from the assembled girls and Laurie rolled her eyes. Lynne was right, of course. Who'd want to keep inhabiting an imperfect or even plain body if the simple expense of a dime could shape your body into the stuff of your dreams? Over night, unattractive people had practically disappeared from the face of the earth, basically shattering the fitness and cosmetic surgery industries. Even when many people still had qualms about using Venn Machines for more... thrilling changes, most of them quickly succumbed to the temptation of achieving in mere seconds what years of hard labor wouldn't be able to provide. The girls were no exception there.
"Ha, you'll stop laughing soon." Laurie grinned. "My idea is even better. You know how Venn Machines can turn you even into objects? So hear this: Let's use the machines to turn ourselves into tiny things, like marbles or whatever, and then let us be taken along by someone in a purse. What do you say?"
Immediately, loud chatter erupted as Laurie's idea sunk in. The reactions ranged from startled over enthralled down to anxiety. While most of them had done some experimenting with Venn Machines, there weren't that many who'd tried out being objects. And the few who had been had their hands full with persuading those who hadn't that it wasn't bad. Laurie, naturally a big supporter of her own idea, enthusiastically joined in on the pro-objects side of the group, helping to convince the others and soon the odds began tipping into favoring the proposal.
That was, until Marion brought herself in for a second time that evening. "Who will carry us?" she asked calmly and the chatter died down, with all the girls looking at her startled, so she repeated her question. "Who will carry us? I mean, the plan is turning into marbles or whatever, and then having one carrying us on the plane. Who will that be?"
Awkward silence fell all over the table, with Laurie's mouth forming a big 'Oh!'. "I... haven't thought about this yet." She admitted grudgingly, but before Marion could mount a retort, Helen cleared her throat.
"I think..." she said softly, "...I may have a solution for that." And then she told them what she had in mind.
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"So let me introduce you..." Helen said two weeks later and their next gathering, motioning at the medium-sized redhead standing next to her, "...this is Kirsten. Back when I still worked as a flight attendant, we were colleagues."
"Heya gals!" the woman said cheerfully, smiling broadly at the assembled girls who returned the greeting. Without further ado, she slipped herself into a free seat. "So let's talk about business. I'm gonna skip the small talk because I need to be at the airport in an hour, I hope you don't mind?" Without leaving the girls time for a response, she continued. "My friend Helen here has told me that you want to save on air travel fees, so you want to turn yourself into marbles or whatever is small enough to fit into a purse and then be carried over to Oahu, Hawaii. And I should do the carrying. Is that right?"
This time, she waited until the girls acknowledged with a nod, then she inhaled deeply. "And the short version is: Yes, I can do this. But-" she inserted loudly as some of the girls started grinning and exchanging high-fives "-there will be several conditions. After all-" she grinned lopsidedly, "-I'm undermining the business model of the industry I'm working in, which, in the long term, certainly isn't to my own interests. Plus, while the airline I'm working for IS offering flights to Oahu, they are few and competition for servicing them is high. I'm gonna need to call in some favors, and that's going to be costly. Of course I'm not gonna ask you for money, because your shortage on money is precisely which brought you into the position of asking me to be your... deliverer. So my... compensation will be something else. Luckily for you, I already have something in mind, and it won't even make a dent into your travel plans."
"Alright." Laurie said after a few moments, "That sounds fair. So what do you have in mind?"
"Well, there's one thing you have to change about your plans, but it won't have any major impact." Kristen said with a smile. "But I fear that I'm not going to transport you as marbles."
"What?" Helen said with you frown. "But you told me that-"
"That I would transport you, yes. But not as marbles. That's... boring." The woman grinned, crossing her legs wantonly. "I'm gonna transport you, but as objects of my choice. And I have something entirely different in mind. In fact... you'll become my uniform."
For a few seconds, there was silence around the table. Marion was the first who rediscovered her voice. "WHAT?" she asked incredulously. "Why your uniform?"
The faces of her friends doubled her own consternation, but Kirsten seemed to be unfazed. Instead, she simply smiled back. "Well, I'll be honest with you, I have some kind of clothing fetish. I just love wearing people. And while I've already worn boyfriends to work, so far I've never had my whole clothing being made out of people. You're-" she quickly looked around, counting the assembled girls "-eight people, that's just enough for a pair of shoes, underwear, pantyhose, a skirt, blouse and jacket, exactly what my work uniform consists of. Wearing all of you would be... just wow." she closed her eyes for a short moments, uttering a blissful sigh. "Moreover, I can assure you that being worn by me will feel much better than being mere marbles. I'm sure one or two of you have already tried out being clothing... ah, even three?" Kirsten grinned broadly as she noticed a trio of blushing faces, "So you can tell the others that being worn feels really good." The woman leaned back comfortably and peered into the staring faces. "So what do you say?"
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Marion raised her eyebrows and looked at Helen. Her friend had muttered the statement so quietly that she wasn't even sure it was addressed to her, but she responded anyway. "Huh? Why do you think so? Being clothing isn't that bad. There was this one time when Lynne turned me into her bathing suit, and it really was an... interesting experience."
"Ha, easy for you to say." Helen snorted. "You're becoming pantyhose. I'm becoming a shoe. How much fun can being stepped on constantly be?"
Now Marion couldn't help but voice an amused giggle. They'd drawn straws to determine who'd become what and Helen hadn't been that lucky. "Unlucky at cards, lucky in love. Who knows, maybe this means that you'll find your ideal man in Downtown Honolulu?"
"Yeah right." Helen rolled her eyes, then sighed. "But that's not what makes me nervous. In fact, it's Kirsten."
"Kirsten? She's your friend? Why would she make you nervous?"
"She's not actually my friend, just a former colleague, and there were rumors that-"
She stopped abruptly as the subject of their conversation stepped out of the Venn Machine happily and retrieved a blue pencil skirt, formerly their friend Cathy, from the other side of the booth. Kirsten scrutinized the garment carefully and then deposited it on a pile of matching clothes. "Almost finished!" the flight attendant cooed cheerfully and then looked at the two remaining girls. "It's only you two now, so... Helen, how about you next?" She picked up a black work-style pump with a low heel, actually Laurie, and waved it around. "Your friend could need a fitting mate! And then-" she winked at Marion, "-it's your turn becoming my pantyhose."
Helen sighed, then grabbed her trolley-case and walked towards the Venn Machine. "Well, let's get this over with... we'll see each other on Oahu then."
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"Have a nice vacation!" "Thank you, my dear."
Kirsten smiled graciously while she escorted the last remaining passenger, an elderly couple, off the plane and into the busy beehive of Honolulu International Airport. As usual when the last passenger exited her plane, she felt relieved - finally, her workday was close to over. Even more so in case of a long range flight like hers from the East Coast all over to the Hawaiian Islands.
But this time, she also felt anticipation of what was about to come. Kirsten smirked and swept a hand over the soft fabric of her skirt. Venned clothes felt so much more comfortable then her boring everyday work-uniform despite looking almost identical. What had the girl's name been before she'd become part of her uniform? Kelly? Lacy? Not that it mattered... for now and at least the next 10 hours she'd simply be part of her clothes. Not to mention her shoes... she grinned as she looked down on her right pump, the form of her former coworker Helen. Wearing heels on a plane was usually a pain in the ass, but her former colleague and her friend, whatever had been her name, were fitting and hugging her feet perfectly.
The woman had to suppress a shudder as she felt a familiar heat rise in her groin. It wasn't the first time this had happened today, each time she'd walked through the airplane serving travelers and had given thought to the fact that her entire uniform was made out of people, of eight people, she'd felt the same. It had been almost torture to suppress her desires each time anew, but thankfully this would probably be the last time - before she could finally fulfill her deepest desire of all.
She watched over her cabin crew, tidying up the airplane, then waved one of her young colleagues over. Being the head flight attendant certainly had advantages. "I need to discuss something with the pilots, could you please excuse me for a few minutes?"
The younger woman nodded, and with a smile on her lips, Kirsten disappeared in direction of the cockpit. Her statement had only been half true. She'd seen the pilot leaving the plane to meet up with the maintenance technicians earlier, and only the copilot remained in the cockpit. The perfect opportunity.
With a lascivious grin, Kirsten entered the cockpit where the copilot, a young, attractive member of his guild, was just doing his post-flight checks. He looked up with a smile as Kirsten entered the narrow room, but then furrowed his brows as he saw the stewardess closing and locking the door. "Hey Kirsten!" he said, "What's-" His voice cut off abruptly and his eyes went wide as saucers as Kirsten first opened her jacket and then started unbuttoning her blouse.
"Hey Steven." She purred, putting one hosed leg right on the flight instruments and licking her lips sexily. "I thought that we should perhaps deepen our professional relationship... right now?"
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"I can't believe she just did that!" Furiously, Marion paced up and down the room, an emotional state so totally at odds with her usual, introverted appearance. The eight friends were back in their original (and unimVenned) bodies and in the vacation home of Laurie's uncle. The perfect starting position for an awesome vacation on Oahu - that is, if you haven't been sexually abused before. Which was exactly like all of the girls were feeling right now. "This was outrageous!" Stephanie shuddered in horror. "I have no idea whom she fucked while wearing us, but he must have been a total brute - you can't believe how he groped her tits - and me as her bra! It was horrible!"
"Yeah?" Marion flashed a deadly glower back. "At least you didn't get soaked in their... their... oh, I can't even say it!" She shook her head in consternation.
"At least you're taking it better than Lynne." Laurie remarked dryly, pointing towards the still running shower. "Given the fact that she was her panties, she took the brunt of the force, so to speak. In her case, I'd probably shower for hours. God... I feel so... violated. And I only was one of her shoes! Being walked around on for hours was bad enough, but that..."
The other girls murmured their agreements, then an awkward silence fell. After what must have been at least a couple of minutes, Marion finally took the initiative again. "Okay." she pressed out of clenched teeth. "The slut tricked us. How do we get her back for this?"
"Getting back?" Laurie asked. "Don't forget that we still need her to fly home after the vacation's over. We still need her."
"So what? Do you want to be her panties the next time she becomes the slutty stewardess again and fucks somebodies brains out?" Marion retorted with scathing sarcasm. "No, girls." She bared her teeth. "I agree that we still need her. But we have a week until we'll fly back. And I'm sure that until then, we'll come up with something which lets us get home and teach the bitch a lesson she'll never forget..."
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"Hey guys, how was your vacation?" Cheerfully as ever, Kirsten approached the assembled girls in front of the Venn Machine.
"Great!" "Awesome!" "Would have loved to stay longer." A chorus of pleased voices responded and the stewardess giggled.
"That's really cool, I'm glad for you. But our flight leaves this afternoon and I'm gonna need my uniform soon." She winked mischievously. "This time, I'll try to make it extra comfortable for you." There might have been an angry stir among the girls, but Kirsten didn't seem to notice. "So, who of you is going to start?"
"Um, just a moment." Helen raised her hand. "There's something the girls would like to ask you to do before."
"Huh?" Kirsten looked at the travel group who all smiled friendly. "Um, sure, what do you want me to do?"
"Great!" "Awesome!" "Would have loved to stay longer." A chorus of pleased voices responded and the stewardess giggled.
"That's really cool, I'm glad for you. But our flight leaves this afternoon and I'm gonna need my uniform soon." She winked mischievously. "This time, I'll try to make it extra comfortable for you." There might have been an angry stir among the girls, but Kirsten didn't seem to notice. "So, who of you is going to start?"
"Um, just a moment." Helen raised her hand. "There's something the girls would like to ask you to do before."
"Huh?" Kirsten looked at the travel group who all smiled friendly. "Um, sure, what do you want me to do?"
"Well, they'd really like to see how you looked while wearing them. In real, that is."
"Oh!" Understanding dawned on Kirsten's face and a big grin blossomed. "Of course, I can understand. In fact, I've taken a few selfies-"
"No, no!" Helen interrupted her with a smile. "They'd like to see it live. In person. Not on a photograph."
"Okay, but..." Kirsten looked back and forth between Helen and the smiling girls. "...I don't see how we could do that? After all, I need them to be my clothes. I don't have a spare uniform with me..."
"Oh, nothing easier than that." Helen replied sweetly. "Just turn me into your doppelganger for a few minutes, then they can admire 'you' for a few minutes before they really become your clothing."
"Hm..." The stewardess pondered this for a few moments. Then she shrugged. "Sure, why not. Follow me."
Inside the Venn Machine, she looked at Helen's image on the display. "Ready for becoming the paragon of style and beauty? Here I come!" Kirsten giggled at her joke as she pressed the button, and on the other side, Helen became her striking image, only fully clothed in her uniform. "So, let's show me, um, you, to the girls. Shall we?" Expectantly, Kirsten looked at Helen, waiting for her twin to press the abort button.
Not that Helen intended anything of the sort. "Hm... not bad." she mused as she contemplated her body. "Not bad at all. I think I'll keep this for a bit longer."
"Huh?" Uncomprehendingly, Kirsten stared at Helen. "What do you mean? You're going to become my shoe in a few minutes, have you forgotten?"
"Oh no, I haven't. It's just... I don't want to. And the girls don't want to either. We don't want to be rubbed all over another horny man ravishing you. We think that that's just a bit... uncool."
"Um... Helen? What's going on?" Kirsten asked, suddenly panic in her voice. She had no idea what was going on, but whatever it was, she had the impression that it wasn't good. "What are you planning?"
"Just a bit of retribution." And with that, she pressed the button, and Kirsten's world became black and silent.
Pleased, Helen stepped out of the Venn Machine where she was immediately surrounded by her friends.
"Wow, it worked. I can't believe you look just like that bitch." Laurie giggled. "But do you think you'll be able to do her job? Won't they scan your eyes to make sure that it's really Kirsten and not just someone who has been Venned into her?"
Helen simply shrugged. "Sure. I worked for the airline a couple of years after all. It's not a big deal. And so far they are doing scanning only on international flights, so no problems. But are you not interested in how Kirsten's looking now?"
"Of course I am!" Stephanie piped up behind them gleefully, and the girls turned to see her pulling an old, scuffed and scrawny suitcase into the open. "Hm, that's the ugliest, most sorry looking suitcase I've ever seen. A form fitting to her." She gave the suitcase a kick, much to the laughter of the assembled girls.
"I love it when a plan comes together." Marion quoted an ancient television series, then grinned at her friends. "Okay, you know the drill. Our plane is leaving this afternoon, so let's pack Kirsten, um, sorry, this ugly suitcase here to the breaking point. Afterwards, Helen can turn us into marbles so that she can take us home.
"Alright!" The girls called out jointly.
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Marion blinked. "What, already there?" She asked perplexed, looking into the equally surprised looking faces of her friends inside the Venn Machine. It appeared to her as if she'd only been a marble for a few minutes. That form had been so small and featureless and hard that her mind had almost immediately dozed away after the transformation. She shook her head. "I think I need to travel like this more often... it's really relaxing..." the girl murmured and then navigated through the door out into the open of the familiar looking mall of their hometown.
Helen was waiting for them, already back in her original body, but she had donned a peculiar face. An expression somewhere between glee and astonishment.
"Hey Helen, what's going on?" Stephanie was the first one to ask what everybody was thinking. "And where's our suitcase?"
Helen started to giggle nervously. "Weeeeell..." she said long-drawn out. "That's a funny story, actually. I think there really is something like divine intervention. You're not gonna believe this... there's been a mix-up at the airport...
Helen was waiting for them, already back in her original body, but she had donned a peculiar face. An expression somewhere between glee and astonishment.
"Hey Helen, what's going on?" Stephanie was the first one to ask what everybody was thinking. "And where's our suitcase?"
Helen started to giggle nervously. "Weeeeell..." she said long-drawn out. "That's a funny story, actually. I think there really is something like divine intervention. You're not gonna believe this... there's been a mix-up at the airport...
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Kirsten felt thoroughly miserable. She'd quickly deduced what Helen had turned her into, and it hadn't been that bad - until the girls had stuffed her almost to the breaking point. Never before in her life she'd felt so full, so close to simply popping open any second. And without the tension belt someone had wrapped around her, she'd probably had done exactly this.
Not that her ordeal had ended there. As a normal suitcase, she'd been subjected to the standard procedures, including transportation over baggage conveyor belts. She'd been run through compressors at least twice, had been thrown around by baggage handlers at least double that time and even fallen down the belt once.
Compared to that, the voyage in the baggage compartment of the plane, buried under dozens of suitcases, had almost been an afterthought. By now, she'd repented for her sins a dozen times and was determined to apologize to the girls as soon as she'd turn back.
Suddenly, Kirsten blinked. Clothes, souvenirs, stuff with what she'd been filled with rolled from her shoulder as she sat up in the baggage wagon in which she had turned back. Finally! Her ordeal was over and-
The delighted smile literally froze on her face as an icy wind made her shiver. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around her body, only wearing shorts, sandals and a top, clothes suited to the tropical Hawaiian islands but certainly not to the weather here... wherever that was. Kirsten looked around while her teeth chattered like mad. Her baggage wagon was sitting on a parking space next to a runway, and the sky above her was shrouded in grey clouds, with occasional snowflakes dancing down to earth.
But then her view fixated onto the airport building and despite the paralyzing cold, Kirsten managed to utter a strained groan as she recognized the familiar gates of Juneau International Airport, the airport of the capital of Alaska.
Not that her ordeal had ended there. As a normal suitcase, she'd been subjected to the standard procedures, including transportation over baggage conveyor belts. She'd been run through compressors at least twice, had been thrown around by baggage handlers at least double that time and even fallen down the belt once.
Compared to that, the voyage in the baggage compartment of the plane, buried under dozens of suitcases, had almost been an afterthought. By now, she'd repented for her sins a dozen times and was determined to apologize to the girls as soon as she'd turn back.
Suddenly, Kirsten blinked. Clothes, souvenirs, stuff with what she'd been filled with rolled from her shoulder as she sat up in the baggage wagon in which she had turned back. Finally! Her ordeal was over and-
The delighted smile literally froze on her face as an icy wind made her shiver. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around her body, only wearing shorts, sandals and a top, clothes suited to the tropical Hawaiian islands but certainly not to the weather here... wherever that was. Kirsten looked around while her teeth chattered like mad. Her baggage wagon was sitting on a parking space next to a runway, and the sky above her was shrouded in grey clouds, with occasional snowflakes dancing down to earth.
But then her view fixated onto the airport building and despite the paralyzing cold, Kirsten managed to utter a strained groan as she recognized the familiar gates of Juneau International Airport, the airport of the capital of Alaska.