It was late at night when Marcus and his two college buddies were
barhopping. Unfortunately for his friends, Marcus was an angry and lousy
drunk which for the third time that night was what gotten them thrown out
to the street again.

"Come on man, ease up. I barely have a light buzz going yet," one of his
friends complained as he helped Marcus to his feet.

"Shut it!" Marcus slurred, "Those guys are just a bunch of tightwads! If
they don't want my money than there're other hole we can get our water
from!" He began to laugh at himself thinking he told the worlds greatest
joke as they stumbled onward.

They tried two more bars but were quickly kicked out due to Marcus
starting fights and getting rough with the women he tried to pick up.
This had put a dampener on the others mood but Marcus was oblivious and
urged them onwards.

After an hour of searching Marcus' friends began to insist on just
getting a couple of six-packs and drinking at home but Marcus' taunts to
their masculinity kept them from doing so. Fifteen minutes later and no
success Marcus' friends were considering ditching him and calling it a
night when a neon sign caught their eyes.

"The Gentlemen's Bar," Marcus read after a moment through blurry eyes and
looked back to his friends, "Guys! I believe we found our hole!" he said
with a laugh again as his friends followed him in.

The bar was indeed classy and had the decor to match. Even the patrons
were respectively dressed. Marcus and his friends attire clashed with the
scenery in their torn jeans and t-shirts with lewd comments across the
front. Marcus was even more estranged from this scene as his shirt still
had some vomit stains that was half-heartedly cleaned up from earlier in
the night.

Marcus and his pals saddled up at the bar and ordered a beer from the
bartender who gave them a wary look as he served them.

Marcus took a swig of his bottle and turned to his friends, "See, what'd
I tell you. The PERFECT HOLE!" he slurred as he raised his bottle in
salute around the bar to make his point before taking another swig. His
friends raised their own beers only a little hoping Marcus would behave
long enough for them to finish their drinks.

As Marcus looked around the bar in self-satisfaction he spotted the most
beautiful women sitting at the bar several stools down from him. She was
absolutely stunning! She had long dark hair that curled just right at the
ends, a gorgeous round face with eyes you could get lost in and s set of
lips that Marcus wouldn't mind sucking on his cock all night long. Breast
big enough to be a hand-full that were barely contained in a slinky red
dress that left enough covered to invite the imagination that ended with
legs that seemed to go on and on.

Marcus licked his lips as he chugged the rest of his beer in one go for
currage before slamming it down on the bar and ordering another. He
stagered down the bar, holding it for balance, and plopped down on the
stool next to her. She took one look at his disheveled appearance when
she noticed the smell of cheap beer and vomit emitting from his
direction, her nose wrinkled at the smell and sight of him.

"Hey gorgeous, how's about we leave this place and get close at your
place?" he slurred through a sideways grin before letting out a foul-
smelling belch.

The woman coughed as she leaned back trying to get the smell out of her
nose, "I don't think so. I think you need to get "close" to a doctor. I
can almost smell your liver rotting."

undeterred Marcus leaned closer, "Then how's about you be my sexy nurse
then?"

"I don't think so, good-bye," she said as she turned to leave but Marcus
grabbed hold of her wrist, holding it painfully.

"Now hold on now, I'm progressive and shit. If you want to play the
doctor then that's fine by me. Now stick out your tongue and say aw," he
said forcing her closer to get a kiss.

"Get lost creep, I said NO!"

As he got close to her face a hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him
back. The hand belonged to a lean looking man who wore an expensive
looking black suit that almost looked like a tux, "Excuse me sir, but I
think the lady said she had enough."

Marcus squinted at the man looking him up and down, "Yeah? and who the
hell are you chicken shit? Dressed all fancy like that?" he asked waving
his hand to gesture of the mans clothing.

"I am the bouncer of this establishment. And since you cannot conduct
yourself in a semblance of discretion then I am going to have to ask you
to leave."

Marcus just scoffed, "Ha! You're the smallest bouncer I saw all night.
Just get lost and leave me with my new woman here," he said turning back
to the woman. Before he could do anything he was turned back around and
received a smack across the face with a glove held by the same man as
before. Marcus was more shocked by the act than actually injured but in
his drunken state his shock quickly turned to rage as he grabbed the neck
of his bottle and smashed the bottom on the edge of the bar but before he
could use it against the bouncer he made three quick hits to Marcus'
throat. Marcus immediately dropped his broken bottle and clutched his
hands around his throat coughing several times, each time he coughed his
voice raised an octave until he had an unmistakable female voice now that
his adams apple had disappeared.

Finally the pain in Marcus' throat went away, "I'm going to fucking...
What the hell happened to my voice? What the fuck did you do to me!?" He
shouted in his new screechy voice as he launched himself at the bouncer.
Had Marcus been sober he might have been able to aim enough to knock him
over but in his drunken stupor the bouncer easily stepped aside and
Marcus began to fall on his face. As Marcus fell past the bouncer grabbed
hold of his hair. As Marcus fell to the floor he could feel his hair
grow, albeit painfully, out stopping as his body fell flat on the floor
with the exception of his face. Everyone else could see that had the
bouncer not done this Marcus would have broken his nose in the least. His
hair was now long enough to reach the small of his back.

When Marcus turned over he watched in horror as the bouncer jumped up and
kicked down as he landed on Marcus' hips causing them to widen. Marcus
screamed out in pain as he turned over on his side and curled up in the
fetal position.

"I do find doing this distasteful," the bouncer said almost mournfully,
"But examples do have to be made from time to time," he said as he jumped
again this time landing on Marcus' shoulders causing them to narrow.

He then pushed Marcus on his back and stepped over him placing his legs
on either sides of Marcus' waist, he kicked sideways each time pinching
his waist tighter forming an hour-glass shape.

"What the fuck are you doing t.." Marcus started to ask weakly before the
bouncer pinched his lips painfully shut cutting him off.

"There will be no more of that language from you. You don't have to be a
gentleman to know that it is not polite to swear," he said letting go of
his lips which had now become permanently swollen and now looked very
much like the woman Marcus tried to pick up just minutes ago. The bouncer
then slapped his hands on either side of Marcus' face that somehow caused
his face to lose its maleness. His jaw line was less pronounced even his
cheeks seemed higher place now. The only thing left untouched of his face
was his wide nose to which the bouncer remedied by grabbing it between
his index and middle finger. When he pulled it away, still squeezing, his
nose was left small and dainty. Almost button like in a cute way. Marcus
tried to push the bouncers hands away but he immediately grabbed both in
each of his own hands and began to squeeze them. Marcus was screaming in
agony as he felt his hands getting crushed. His arms seemed to shrink as
well until the bouncer finally let go of his hands. Through tear-filled
eyes he stared in horror at what his hands had become. Both now looked
like they belonged to a woman.

The bouncer stepped away and turned to Marcus' friends who were frozen in
place unable to do anything but watch as their friend was painfully
transformed before them. "You two, hold his legs down." Seeing them both
hesitate he then added, "If you don't, I'll have to start on the both of
you next." They both looked at Marcus then at each other, gulping they
both moved and held Marcus' legs down at the knees and ankles. The
bouncer moved over to Marcus' feet. He instructed Marcus' friends to hold
his feet pointing straight up. Once they did so the bouncer began curb-
stomping Marcus' feet causing them to shrink, shoes and all.

After finishing this deed the bouncer began to walk up between Marcus'
legs and stopped just before his groin. Marcus feared the worst as he
watched the bouncer raise his foot, then breathed a momentary sigh of
relief as he stepped over his groin and onto his stomach. Bending over
the bouncer grabbed hold of Marcus' nipples and began to pull. As he
pulled Marcus' nipples actually began to lift from his chest. The flesh
behind them quickly began to inflate like a pair of balloons till they
were the size of double d's. Once more the bouncer stood back.

Marcus was in horrible pain throughout his body. Every muscle ached, his
bones more so. Marcus hoped that the bouncer was finally finished with
him when he saw him looking straight at his crotch. With tear-filled eyes
he looked up at his tormentor, "Please no," he pleaded weakly.

The bouncer sighed shaking his head, "This is why I find this
distasteful. All those I'm forced to do this to realize their mistakes
far too late for me to stop. I only hope you will have learned your
lesson once I am finished." He then told Marcus' friends to hold him
still. The bouncer then pulled his foot as far back as he could then
thrusted his foot into Marcus' groin. Marcus cried out in pain as the
bouncer kicked him again and again. If Marcus was able to feel anything
else then the agonising pain of the kicks to his groin he would have felt
the bouncers foot slowly move farther and farther into his groin creating
a cavity for his newly forming vagina.

After what seemed like an eternity for Marcus the kicking mercifully
stopped and the bouncer gently helped Marcus up and moved him to a
private booth where he could rest. Marcus sat there hugging himself as he
cried. His friends sat at the opposite side of the table unsure what to
say for their part in his painful transformation so they remained quiet.
A minute later the bouncer came to their booth with a tray of beers.
Placing a beer in front of each of them he then sat down with them.
Marcus stared at his drink for several minutes before he looked to the
bouncer and asked in a very quiet voice, "Why?"

The bouncer looked at the table in thought for a moment before
responding, "The hardest lessons to learn are the most painful."

"And turning me into a woman is supposed to teach me a lesson?" Marcus
screamed.

"Forcing you to live as a women was supposed to teach you a lesson. Your
attitude with the woman earlier is what brought you to the situation you
find yourself in now. If it is any consolation, I took no pleasure in
doing this to you. I have never taken pleasure in doing this to anyone."

"So what am I supposed to do now?" Marcus asked.

"Live your life and hopefully keep this lesson close to mind as you live
it," The bouncer said as he got up and left, stopping to tell them the
drinks he brought are on the house.

Marcus stared at his drink again before pushing it away swearing off
booze forever.

00000

A year has passed and Marcus, who now goes by the name Marcie, had
adapted to her new body and is still friends with the two that were with
her the night she was changed. Despite her oath she still drinks on
occasion and only once in a while becomes drunk. The change her friends
noticed about that part was that she's no longer a mean angry drunk but
she does become rather sluty.