Romeo (Patreon)

Phew, today has been a hell of a day... 

But for those of you who like 'em dark, this is for you!

(and it's a nice long one, too!) 😀

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Jack stood, observing the girl. She faced the concrete wall, not moving except for her slow breathing. The room’s only furniture was a mattress on a rusty metal frame. Outside, wind creaked through the trees.

Was this the right place? Last week, the anonymous letter Jack received—written in scrawling, nearly illegible handwriting—listed only a set of coordinates and a message: Grant. No police.

For days, Jack debated whether to go. Grant was dead, or so the cops claimed, and had been the final victim of the serial killer known as “Romeo.” For a year, Romeo terrorized the city, killing five men and leaving roses at the places of their disappearance. Of course, no bodies were ever found, and some doubted the killer even existed.

While Jack hadn’t really expected to find Grant, he certainly hadn’t expected to find a naked woman. Had Romeo begun kidnapping women, as well?

Jack inched forward. “Um, excuse me?”

She didn’t move. The sun’s glow highlighted the slender curve of her back. The girl was beautiful, Jack thought, but there was something unnervingly familiar about her.

“Are you in trouble?” Jack tried again. “I’m Jack.”

Slowly, the girl turned to stare at him. Tears gleamed in her eyes. Her lips trembled. “Jack.”

“That’s right. Who are you?”

Her soft brown hair swayed as she shook her head. “I’m sorry, Jack. I’m He... He made me tell him all about you. He saw you on the news, talking about me after I went missing. He said you had a pretty face. Prettier than mine, even.”

Jack shook his head. What the hell was she talking about? Then, suddenly, he saw it: the resemblance between the girl and Grant. They shared the same brown hair, the same brown eyes, the same soft features.

“Oh my God,” Jack said. “G-Grant?”

“He’s dead,” she whispered. “I’m Gabrielle now. That’s what he calls me.”

Jack wanted to rush to her... to him... but his body was frozen in shock. Grant had been a little small, but he always had well-defined muscles. This “Gabrielle” was all curves: soft, gentle, feminine curves. And between his legs was a slit.

“That’s right,” Gabrielle said, following his gaze. “I’m a girl now.”

His mind unable to process what he was seeing, Jack stumbled back. “Jesus!” Jack took a breath, recovering himself. “I’m sorry. C’mon, let’s get you the hell out of here.”

“We can’t leave, Jack. He’s watching. He’s always watching.”

Jack shivered. “Where—”

Suddenly, there was a shuffle from the shadows to their left. A tall figure stepped into the light, and Jack’s stomach twisted with fear.

“Aww, how cute.” The man was tall and bald, with meaty forearms and a thick beard. He wore what looked like a leather apron and held two lengths of rope. “I’m so glad to finally meet you, Jack.”

Alarmed, Jack shuffled away, but when he tried the doorknob, it wouldn’t turn.

“Who are you?” Jack said.

The man smiled. “I’m Gabrielle’s new master. I guess they’re calling me Romeo. To be honest, I hate that fucking name. The roses I left weren’t supposed to be romantic. They symbolized rebirth, and my art. I bring forth beauty from the ugliness of human vice. Surely you can see that in what I’ve accomplished with your friend.”

Grant blushed and lowered his eyes.

Romeo moved toward Grant and whistled. Like an obedient pet, Grant dropped to the floor and crawled to him, his new female body jiggling as he moved. Romeo knelt, secured the rope around Grant’s thin wrists, then stood and tied the other end to the bed. “See how she obeys? Even when she was a boy, she always wanted to kneel before a man, to be at his mercy. Isn’t that right, Gabrielle?”

Grant nodded, his breasts bouncing with the movement.

Jack’s heart sunk. What the hell was happening? Had Grant given himself up to be turned into some sort of feminized slave? No, he was just traumatized and confused.

“L-Let Grant go.”

Romeo sneered. “No fucking way. I had to kill four other men before I found one who responded this well to the hormones. But it was worth it. Have you checked out her tits? They’re perfect. And I’ll tell you what, her pussy is tight as fuck.”

“Sick bastard!” Jack shouted, charging Romeo.

Romeo backhanded him with his free hand, knocking Jack against the wall. “You’re so damn weak. I could tell right from the moment I saw you on the television, giving that interview, crying like a sissy over the disappearance of your so-called best friend. Were you two fucking? Grant said no, but I didn’t believe him.” Romeo sighed. “Back then, he hadn’t yet learned that it was pointless to resist me, so it took some...effort...before he told me everything about you. That’s when I knew you’d be next. See, the only thing better than having one beautiful girl on her knees is having her best friend right next to her. So here we are. I’m going to turn you into my new slut.”

“Fuck you!” Jack screamed.

Grinning, Romeo approached with the rope. “No, Jack. I’mgoing to fuck you.”