Parking Troubles

Hello there dudes and dudettes!

I am back again with a new caption, this time around a Patreon request by Santosh Van Bijlen, who wanted to see a misogynist getting his just desert after insulting a female driver!

This is a Patreon January 2024 request, and the rest will follow soon!
I hope that you enjoy this cap, especially Jägerin, it is a bit different than the idea sent in.

And with that I say my goodbyes for now, and until next time stay happy and healthy!

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"Ugh, finally home" Santosh grumbled to himself, happy to see the familiar roads of his hometown flashing by left and right of him as he drove his Bentley back home from his business trip. "Can't believe the flights got canceled, forcing me to drive my car there" he continued to ramble on in his Bentley. "And then the freaking conference took even longer just because some bimbos didn't understand the plans! How hard could it be?! Just proves that women only belong in the kitchen...". With that the exhausted guy continued to drive, coming closer and closer to his home and bed.

But then suddenly, after a left turn he had to come to a quick stop as another car stood in front of him in the road. "What the hell?" he muttered to himself, wondering what is going on. Said wonder only lasted shortly before the car started to back up, making their intention clear as the driver reversed into the parking bay at the roadside before going forward again and turning more.

"Ugh, can't you hurry up?" Santosh gronaed out, wanting nothing more than to get home, but sadly for him the driver clearly struggled, starting over again and again as they failed to park their car. With each passing minute Satoshi grew more and more annoyed, until finally he had enough, overtaking the car and stopping at the side of it, where he saw the female driver.

"For fucks sake woman, search yourself a man that knows how to park you useless bimbo! Jesus, woman really should not be allowed to drive cars as they clearly can't handle it!" he shouted at her. The woman of course looked at him spooked before her face morphed into one of anger, but before she could say anything Santosh drove off, speeding trough the streets to finally get home.

"Why do women always have to make life so difficult?" he thought to himself as he stepped out of his Bentley a few minutes later, finally having arrived at home and ready to head to bed. But just as he stepped out the car an arm suddenly wrapped around his neck, and before Satoshi knew what was happening a white rag with a pungent smell was pressed against his lower face.

The guy tried to struggle, but the hand with the rag held on firmly, and slowly but surely his struggles became weaker and weaker, until 2 minutes later he crumbled to the ground.

"Wow, that was easier than expected" a female voice sounded out, revealing the same raven-haired beauty that Santosh insulted just minutes earlier, apparently having followed him. The female, Hannelore, then grabbed the unconscious guy, and with a bit of struggle managed to cram him into the back of her car before driving of towards her own home.

Once there she once again dragged the still unconscious Santosh, this time into her house and up the staris into the bathroom where she began to completely strip him of his clothes. Once that was done she grabbed some shaving cream, liberaly appliying it to his body before grabbing a razor and removing mos of the hair from his body, leaving him completely bald save his eyebrows.

When she was finished Hannelore smiled in glee, very happy with the results, before moving to her bedroom. "Time to teach you a lesson about being nice to woman" she muttered when she returned. And with that Hannelore grabbed a black lace corset and wrapped it around his stomach before putting her foot into his back and pulling as tight as humanly possible, crushing Santosh's waist. She then grabbed the sizeable breast- and hipforms she brought with her before slathering them in glue and attaching them to his chest, waiting until the glue dried and the forms set firmly on him. Afterward she took the tube of adhesive and ran it up and down the corset, gluing it shut.

"You don't mind if I take care of this, right? If you ahve just say so" she asked innocently, moving the tube south and in between his legs, and after waiting a few seconds for a response smirked. "Great, thanks! Not like you will need this thing anytime soon anyway" she smugly said as she covered his willy in the adhesive before pulling it between his legs, firmly securing it in place.

Hannelore than grabbed a pair of black lace panties and pulled them up his legs, ignoring the still wet glue as she pulled them far enough to give him a nice big wedgie before moving on. After the panties she grabbed an equally black and lacy bra that she secured around his new chest before taking a black dress and pulling it over Santosh's head, pulling until it fell in place nicely.

For the last part of the outfit she grabbed 6-inch plateau heels that she filled with glue and attached them to his feet, before stepping back to inspect the work she had done so far with a huge grin.

"Wow, you really look every bit the useless bimbo you claimed I am" she exclaimed with a giggle, of course receiving no answer as she admired the hourglass figure and dress that barely managed to reach over Santosh's ass while at the same time showing plenty of his newly developed cleavage.

"Well, mostly" she continued, looking at his male-looking face before moving the unmoving guy in front of her vanity table. "But that is nothing a good amount of make-up can't make up for!"

And with that Hannelore started by covering her victim's face in multiple alyers of foundation, quickly followed by fake eyelashes and mascara being glued and added to his eyes. Next she introduced some glittery eyesahdow, after which she went to do his lips by injecting them with collagen, making the full and plump, before covering them with some nude gloss for shine.

Afterward she took some tweezers and put his eyebrows into extremely thin arches before grabbing a blonde wig that she filled with lots of glue before putting it on his scalp, pressing down until it dried. Hannelore then finished his transformation by grabbing some fake nails that she glued onto his hands and them a bright red before giving Santosh's new hair some long curls for added beauty.

"And we are done! And you turned out better than I expected" Hannelore exclaimed, marveling at the beauty of her finished product before going back to the bathroom where Santosh's clothes lay. "Now there is only one thing left to do, to teach you your lesson, Santosh" she said as she grabbed her victim's wallet, finally finding out the sexist's name, before taking the keys to his Bentley.

She then grabbed the feminized guy and drove to his house where she put him into the passenger seat of his own car before moving into the driver's seat and starting to drive off, eager to finish the last part of her revenge.

"Ugh" Santosh groaned, slowly regaining consciousness as he looked around and saw that he was still in the driver's seat of his car. "W-What h-happened?" he groggily said, still out of it. "F-uck. Did I fall asleep in the d-driveway?" he started to wonder before shrugging his shoulders and slowly and groggily opening the door, hoping to finally get to his house and into his bed.

But when he made to take a step outwards he quickly realized something was wrong as he very nearly twisted his ankle once he had his foor on the ground and started to stand up.

"What the-" he muttered, and suddenly the fog in his mind cleared as he saw the heels he was wearing right now. "WHAT THE-" he shouted in confusion before looking at the back mirror. As he did so his mouth fell open in shock, seeing a sexy blonde staring right back at him, mirroring his every move as he slowly shook his head in a mixture of confusion and shock.

"What the fuck happened!" he shrieked, starting to panic as he tried to pull the heels and hair off, but they would not budge, and every tug only sent a stinging pain through his body. It was then that he noticed a small piece of paper stuck inside his new cleavage, and with dread he pulled it out and opened it, hoping it would explain why he was looking like some bimbo.

"Hello there Santosh. Or should I say Satomi? Eh, doesn't matter. Anyway, you probably noticed your new look. What you probably did not notice was that you are not at your house, but a nearly 2 hour drive away in some seedy town! Anyway, I took your keys, after all "a woman shouldn't drive a cat as they cant handle it", as one wise man once said. I also took your money as compensation for the make-up and clothes.

So you will have to find another way to get home. But I think you can find a man nice enough to drive you home, especially with those new bimbo lips of yours! XOXO Hannelore

P.S. I hope you like the taste of salt, my useless little bimbo"

Reading this Santosh went pale, and desperately searched the whole car, hoping to find some money or the keys, but to no avail, and a few minutes later he stepped out on shaky legs, hoping he could convince someone to drive him home in a way that would not cost him the rest of his dignity.