Alexis in Wonderland (Chapters One and Two)

Chapter One

        My name is James Winchester. That's the one thing I was certain about when I woke up this morning. Only I wasn't James Winchester at all.

I know this isn't making sense but bear with me. It didn't make sense to me at the time either.

In all the ways that being James mattered to me, inside I mean, I was still 100 percent the same old James I'd always been. Thirty-four years old. Been driving a cab for seven years. Lived alone in a small studio in downtown Atlanta. In decent shape but never in danger of making a living as a model or athlete. A string of ex-girlfriends who thought they could handle loving a man with no greater aspirations than driving a cab for the foreseeable future—at least until they found a new man with loftier goals and a better job and a higher class of beer in the fridge.

But in all the ways that other people determine who you are, all the outside stuff like eye color, hair color, build, and what kind of plumbing you have between your legs, in all those ways I wasn't even remotely the same old James I'd always been.

What I'm trying to say is that I passed out at home in bed as James Winchester, but I woke up in an alley outside a club as someone else. I put the pieces together groggily at best.

The first thing I noticed was the smell of vomit and alcohol. The next thing was that my feet hurt, and when I looked down to see why, it became pretty damn clear, pretty damn fast. They were laced up tightly in black leather combat boots that felt like they weighed a ton. It was only then that I noticed the tights. Fishnets at that. And they led up to a black leather skirt that cut off about six inches above the knees that shouldn't have been mine.

It was a few moments later that I saw anything else about the new me, though, because a tall, stout guy in dark jeans and a black T-shirt blocked the sun and poked at me with his foot.

“Hey, kid? You okay?”

I nodded half-heartedly without thinking.

“You sure?”

I tried to speak, but the cottonmouth I felt inside cut the words into little more than a grunt.

He looked for a moment like he was going to smile, but then the motion dipped in the other direction. “Then get the fuck up. You're not the best I've seen, but if you've got no place else to be, I suppose Tony will still hook you up.” This time he did smile. “For a favor, I mean.”

“What?” I managed to gurgle out from my lips, and then I noticed the sixth new thing (smell, feet, boots, fishnets, and skirt, keep up)—my voice. A girl's voice. “What the hell?”

“I said get up, skirt.” The guy leaned forward and stuck out his arm, and I thought at first he was offering to help me up, but then he grabbed my wrist hard and jerked me to my knees. “What's this?” he said, pawing at something woven around my wrist.

He refastened his grip around my wrist then pulled me to my feet and right up to his chest, raising my arm to examine whatever was around my wrist. “Nice. One of those ID bracelets you BFF types give each other in high school or college,” he said. "According to this thing, your name's Alexis.”

He didn't let go but instead started walking and dragging me along half behind and half beside him.

“Let's get a move on, Alexis.”

“There's been a mistake,” I said as forcefully as I could.

“Yeah, and you made it, deciding to sleep in Tony's part of the 'hood.”

“No, I mean, I'm not Alexis. My name's James. I do not really who you think I am.”

“Jamie or Alexis, makes no difference to me, honey. Tony pays me to bring him girls, and so I bring him girls.”

“That's what I'm trying to say. I'm not a girl.”

At this, the guy jerked me around in front of him and stared me down. “You ain't one of them, are you, wearing fake shit and getting off on looking like a real girl, are you?” As he spoke, he cupped my crotch with his hairy ape palm and gave me a squeeze.

I shrieked and he backhanded my jaw with his free hand.

“Shut up.”

He squeezed again.

“Nope. You're all girl, all right. Not even a... say, what do you call those things anyway, a gap or something like that... whatever, not even one of them things can stand up to a good grope. So what's all this shit about you not being a girl?”

“I'm not.” I shook my head. “I mean I wasn't until today. It doesn't make sense, I know. And I sound like I'm crazy. But yesterday I was a man named James Winchester.”

“This is some seriously fucked-up way to try to get out of meeting Tony. Can't say I haven't heard crazier though. One chick told me she was a nun, but she took to Tony eventually just the same.”

“I'm not kidding, man. I look like a girl and I sound like a girl, but I'm not—”

He grabbed my new girl's titties and used them to push me against a wall. Then he shoved his ape palm back between my legs and cupped me there. “Good thing Tony don't mind 'em a little used,” he said and I fought him as best I could, thrashing against his greater strength as he worked his hand between my tights and my skin.

“Stop it. Please. Stop it.”

“Just wanting to prove something to you, you dumb little bitch.” I screamed, and he cupped his free hand over my mouth. I tried to bite his fingers, but it was clear that he had done this sort of thing before, and it was equally clear that I was no match for him.

I waited for the worst.

It came quickly.

One finger reached the part of me that convinced us both I was one hundred percent girl, and then it slipped inside me. Then his thumb joined it inside. After a few moments of searching, they pinched together on a part of me that made me catch my breath and then shudder.

Just as suddenly, I found my insides empty again. He took his hand out of my tights and sucked his finger and thumb clean.

“Looks like you're all girl to me, Alexis. So you can just cool it with this bullshit and face facts. Like it or not, you're going to meet Tony.”

Chapter Two

        Tony's office turned out to be the back office at a dive bar called “The Rabbit Hole.”

“Say hello to Tony Maddox, my kidnapper told me.

I didn't. Instead, I looked up at the well-dressed man in a tan suit with a golf shirt and some kind of old fishing-style hat. He certainly didn't look the part of a pimp.

The goon smacked me in the back of my head. “I said to say hello, bitch.”

“Hello, Tony,” I said as I shook the pain from my skull. 

“Now, now, we're all friends here,” Tony said, rising from his chair and coming around the desk. He stopped in front of me and gave me a once-over, then a twice-over. “Cute,” he said. “You can let her go now, Andre. There's no need to be a bad host.”

“I'm not a hooker,” I said. “Hell, I'm not even a girl.”

Tony's expression changed in an instant. He shot the new one over to Andre like a bullet. “Andre? Did you bring me another trannie? I told you, my clients aren't into that.” He turned to me with a sort of fake apologetic frown. "Not that there's anything wrong with that. Just not my market."

“No, boss. She's all girl. I...” He cleared his throat. “I checked.” He cleared his throat again. “She's just nuts. Keeps saying she's a guy. Jim something.”

“James Winchester and I know it sounds unbelievable, but it's true. Last night I was me, a man, and I went to sleep just like every other night, then this morning, bam, I woke up in an alley like...” I motioned down my body with my hands. “Well, like this.”

“And it's quite a nice 'this' too, young lady.”

“But this isn't me.”

“This isn't you?” He looked at me like he was trying to explain I was made of granite or gears. “Then who is this?”

“Bracelet says Alexis, boss.”

“I'll tell you what, honey,” Tony said, giving my new body a thrice-over and apparently liking what he saw, “I won't mess with you, not the real you, but if this isn't you, this Alexis, then you won't mind what I do with her.” He grinned. “Deal?”

“Wait a minute!”

In a flash, Tony Maddox was directly in front of me, his hands gripping my wrists and pinning them to my hips.

“No, you wait a minute, honey.”

I did the only thing I could think of. I spit in his face.

He didn't let go of my hands, only shook the spittle from his cheek. “Let's get one thing straight. I can deal with crazy. Hell, I work with crazy all the damn time. Keep this crazy, shit story up all you want to. It won't bother me at all. Be a whore who used to be a man in another world. Be a whore who used to be a pet giraffe on Mars for all I care. But what you won't be..." The cold of his eyes sharpened on this last bit. "... is disrespectful or disobedient. I don't give a rat's ass about your origin story, honey. But you will do what you're told in the right fucking here and right fucking now. Are we clear?"

I glared.

"I'm afraid I need a yes from you, Alexis."

I nodded."Words, baby. I need words.”

"We're clear, Mr. Maddox."

"Good girl."

He continued to stare into my eyes.

“You really believe that shit you're shooting me, don't you, sugar?”

I gritted my teeth and pushed the words through them. “Because it's the truth.”

He shook his head.

“Doesn't matter. Grade-A piece of young ass like yours. You could believe you were fucking Napoleon for all it would matter.” Tony let go of my wrists and returned to his desk. He motioned toward a chair in the corner. “Have a seat, Alexis James,” he said.

“My name is James, and I'd rather stand,” I said.

He spun around, his eyes filled with fire. Andre stepped up behind me and I felt his chest bump into my back. Tony shook his head, and Andre backed away again.

“While you're here, your name is Alexis, because that's good for business. And it wasn't an offer, sweetie. It was an order.”

I didn't move.

“Andre?”

The ape grabbed me from behind and tossed me into the chair.

“Sit down and shut up, slut,” he said.

“And here I was hoping we could all be friends,” Tony said. “Nonetheless, all wild fillies get tamed eventually. It just takes the right bridle and crop.”

“I told you--” I started, but the back of Andre's hand found my

jaw and convinced me to keep my mouth shut... for now.

“Get Mouse. Tell her we have a new trainee she needs to get ready.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

“Now.”

“Yeah, right.” And Andre opened the office door, went out and slammed it closed behind him.

“Fucking moron always slams the door, but he's good at his job, so what am I to do? Can't fire him.” Tony laughed as he leaned back against the front of his desk.

“What's his job?” I asked. “Kidnapping people?”

Tony laughed again. “Better you don't find out what his job is, little filly. That wouldn't be any fun for you. Trust me.”

I crossed my arms in front of my chest, realizing how much the new boobs were in the way, and without realizing when I'd done it, noticed that I'd crossed my legs like a girl. I uncrossed them quickly then shoved my knees together.

“The boys call me Hatter because of my grandpa's fishing hat, and if you're a good girl, you can call me Hatter, too.”

I grunted.

“If you're not, you can call me anything you want to, but it won't sound right since I'll have your tongue in a jar. Do you understand, Alexis?”

“I don't understand anything about today.”

“As long as you understand where we stand, sugar, then that's all I need.”

I nodded. “I understand that Andre the Ape kidnapped me out of an alley where I woke up, and now you plan to turn me into some kind of prostitute for your whore collection. Is that what I'm supposed to understand, Tony?”

He smiled. “Please, call me Hatter.”

I rested my hands in my lap. “Please. Please let me go. I promise I won't tell anybody. I won't go to the cops or anything. I just want to find out what happened to me.”

He knelt in front of me and rested his hands on my knees.

“Ssshh. It's okay. Ol' Hatter knows how to take care of his girls. Hell, you'll probably come to like it here.”

His hands were warm on my knees, but I shivered regardless. I considered using one of those heavy black boots I found myself in to kick him and then make a break for it, but I knew better than to risk it. As it stood now, all I had to lose was my new female virginity, not my life. And as long as I could avoid a bullet in the head or a knife in the back, then I could find a better opportunity to escape.

“I sincerely doubt that, Mr. Maddox.”

"I told you, kid. Call me Hatter."

His thick, long fingers massaged my knees. Despite my fear, the motion caused goosebumps to rise on my legs and arms.

“Someone's had a rough day,” he said. “Turn around, Alexis.”

“What?”

He made a circle in the air with his forefinger. “Around. Turn around.”

I did, and his hands stopped me when I was facing away from him. Then they gripped my shoulders and began to massage them.

Against my will, my body responded and relaxed. Thug or not, he was obviously good at what he was doing.

I must have made some noise, because he said, “So you like that, huh, honey?”

I didn't answer. I didn't want to. I didn't want to be in his office getting a massage from the guy who planned to pimp out this new body, but at the same time, if I had to be here, I didn't want to miss what was one of the best massages I'd ever had in my life, male or female.

“My mom was a therapist. She taught me all kinds of massage stuff before she was killed.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Me too. It was a shame. I hated ordering the hit but she had it coming. Can't let family get in the way of business, you know.” 

I shuddered.

“Calm down, Alexis. Just do what you're told, be a good girl, and you'll be fine.”

There was a knock on the door.

“Damn it,” said Tony.

“You want we should come back later, boss?”

Andre's voice.

Then again.

“I got Mouse.”

“Fuck it,” Tony said and I felt his hands let go of my shoulders. “Come on it,” he said.

The door opened and Andre walked in first, holding a bottle of some piss-colored beer. Behind him stood a woman who had to duck to come through the door. She had jet-black hair pulled into a tight ponytail on the top of her head. Her dress was made of something shiny and black, latex, I guessed, and about seven feet below the base of the ponytail, the bottom of her ended in black stockings that disappeared into black boots with heels of at least six inches.

She glanced at me and smiled. “Hello, pet,” she said.

“Hiya, Mouse,” Tony said. “Give us a kiss, love.”

And she did. This amazon of a giant bent at her waist, almost popping out of the top of her dress, and opened her mouth to snatch Tony's tongue into a death grip with her own. After a moment though, they broke off the kiss and Tony nodded toward me.

“Is this the new pet for me to train?” Mouse asked.

Tony nodded.

“Charming. She's cute. Looks breakable though. That's always a plus.”

“She's crazy,” Andre interrupted. "Certifiable."

“Aren't we all?” 

"Well, this one has a totally mental notion she was a bloke who woke up as a bird this morning."

Mouse motioned toward me, using two fingers to “tell” me to get the hell up. I did. This was obviously a beast that could kill me ten times over if she got the urge. “Good girl,” she said.

“She'll need bigger tits at some point,” Tony said.

“Sure, but not yet. Some of the clients like 'em a little small.” She gave me a wry look. “Let me see your ass, girl.”

I turned around.

Mouse laughed.

“Not like that. I want to really see your ass. You know how we girls can hide a multitude of imperfections in a tight pair of pantyhose or some control top panties.” She snapped her fingers. “Drop the skirt and the panties, darling. I want to see the real you.”

“Please don't make me do this,” I begged.

"If you're gonna work for Hatter, you'd better get used to being naked around other people really fucking quicklike," Mouse said. 

“It's okay, sweetie,” Tony said. “You don't have to do it.”

“I don't?”

“No.” They all laughed.

“What?”

“I can have Andre do it for you. Or rather to you.”

“Please...”

“The clock's ticking, pet.”

I was trapped.

I took a deep breath, dreading the truth of what I was about to do. Dreading what I knew I'd see about my new body.

Catching my thumbs between my skirt and my hips, I slid the black leather down my legs and onto the floor at my ankles. “And the fishnets.” Mouse was grinning.

I followed suit with the stockings and they soon joined the skirt at my feet.

That's when I noticed the lace black panties I was wearing. They fit like the bottom of a bikini. I was just thrilled not to find my new body hadn't been wearing a thong. I was saved at least from that embarrassment.

But only for a moment.

“You're not done yet, pet,” Mouse said.

I sighed. “Please.”

“Let's not keep that up, pet. Chop, chop. Mama's in a hurry.” 

My trembling hands pulled the panties over my hips and down my legs.

Mouse made a circle around me, making hmm noises and finally coming back around in front of me.

“Nice. A few freckles, but no dimples.”

I stared at the floor, mortified.

“And check out that cute little snatch. How darling!” I couldn't help but glance at my crotch and see what so excited her. My dark pubic hair was cut into the shape of a heart, pointing at the pout of my new sex.

It was all too much.

“Hey, boss, she don't look so good.”

I didn't.

I was saved from the pain of contact with the floor by conveniently passing out on the way down.