Political Games (TG Edition)

Chapter Three - August

Two weeks after the shocking revelations, after humiliatingly wallowing in his office and refusing to get out on the campaign trail, Thomas finally attended a private medical examination at the behest of his campaign manager, Carly Bush. The blank expression on the Doctor’s face concerned the embarrassed businessman.

“Uhmm,” the Doctor started slowly, holding Thomas’ unlocked micropenis between his thumb and forefinger before returning his attention to the Republican nominee’s medical history sheet. “I’m unsure why you needed to see me. Your sheet clearly marks your erect penis size at 3 inches. I understand this may be embarrassing for you, but the sheet doesn’t lie.”

Thomas’ blood boiled. He had spent the first week after the news convinced that a member of his team had drugged him with an elaborate hallucinogen, with his friends and family in on the joke. But the longer time progressed, he couldn’t deny the obvious: he now had a tiny cock.

“There has to be a mistake, Doctor,” Thomas argued. His voice wasn’t as forceful as he intended. “My penis was three times larger just a couple of weeks ago. Something had happened to me, and I’m paying you a lot of money to figure out what it is!”

The Doctor couldn’t hide his subtle grin as he raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know what to tell you, Mr Blair,” he continued. “I’m not your regular physician, but the evidence is directly in front of us.” He said as he pointed at the pathetic flaccid appendage hanging from the businessman’s crotch.

Thomas groaned and easily covered his diminished crotch with his large hands. “Well, it doesn’t matter,” he spoke ferociously. “I can’t live my life with such a tiny cock. There has to be something you can do, Doctor.”

The older black man in the white medical coat bit his lower lip and scratched the back of his head. “Well, maybe,” he started optimistically. “But it comes with risks.”

Thomas didn’t respond but raised an eyebrow, indicating that he wanted the private physician to continue.

“There is an intense, experimental procedure that allows us to increase your penis size to a desired length. The procedure is invasive, so you’ll need to be put under, and it’s expensive.” He paused for a moment. “It’s also not fully approved yet, so you would need to sign some papers acknowledging that you are not to sue us if anything goes wrong.”

Thomas bit his lower lip. He was smart enough to know the risks of signing such a paper and relinquishing all blame if anything did go wrong, but he was desperate. The clinic was the most successful cosmetic surgery site in the country, and most importantly, they were incredibly discreet. “Okay, let’s get started,” the Republican nominee replied.

The Doctor laughed heartily. “Hold on there,” he warned. “Unfortunately, we can’t start without ordering the necessary tools. I’ll book you in, and we should have you ready for surgery next month.”

“Next month?” Thomas cried. I have a presidential campaign to run, and I need to dispel the rumors before they get out of hand.” He glared at the Doctor, but the man simply shrugged as if to tell the wealthy businessman that there was nothing he could do. Thomas groaned out in frustration. “Come, Carly, let’s get out of here,” he said as he began pulling his pants up.

“Not so fast,” Thomas raised an eyebrow as he stopped in his tracks. He heard his campaign manager’s voice and felt strangely content following her instructions. The blond approached her boss. “We need to reattach this,” she said before pulling up the tiny pink chastity cage he had walked in with.

“But…” Thomas tried to argue, but his voice vanished as Carly stepped closer. She took hold of his tiny cock and fitted the cock ring before efficiently sliding the cage over his member and locking it in place. Thomas glanced over at the African American Doctor who was trying to stay professional. What was going on?

“Now we’re ready to go,” she declared. It was only at that moment that Thomas had the will to resume pulling his suit pants up, his decorated cock locked inside its pretty cage behind the fabric. “Thanks for your help, Doctor.” Carly smiled sweetly before walking out of the examination room.

As Thomas sheepishly followed his campaign manager through the waiting room, a short man in his thirties stepped through the door and instantly recognized the Presidential nominee. “Ohh, wow. Thomas Blair? It’s really you.” He said, glancing at the pretty blond beside him.

Thomas silently nodded. In his current state of mind, he didn’t want to engage in conversation with the general public. “Yes, that’s me,” he said dismissively.

“Right on,” the man grinned. “Well, look. You have my vote in November.”

Thomas grinned and opened his mouth to thank the citizen until the short man leaned in and whispered.

“But tell me. Those rumors between you two. Are they true?” The balding, short man’s smirk told Thomas that he had already made his mind up before even asking the question.

“No!” Thomas exclaimed a little too loudly. “They’re all pathetic lies!” He bit back. The businessman was clearly shaken, which widened the voter’s smile further. As he saw every eye in the waiting room locked onto him, he stormed out of the building. He needed to get out of there.

❖

“Can you tell us more about your thoughts on the recent scandal plaguing your opponent?” Cindy Anchor asked the Democratic Presidential nominee, Carmen Lopez, over a satellite link.

Carmen didn’t want to appear too boisterous and attempted not to victoriously grin into the camera as she leaned back against her sizeable executive office chair with her legs crossed and her hands clasped together on her lap. She was sitting in the main lobby of her campaign headquarters, with the majority of her team silently watching behind the camera. “Well, Cindy,” she started. “I don’t want to speculate on unfounded rumors regarding my well-respected opponent.” She paused momentarily. “However, if the story turns out to be true, Mr Blair has a lot of explaining to do. We cannot turn the White House into some absurd, perverse circus freak show.”

“Indeed,” Cindy appeared to agree with her. “And what about his radio silence? We haven’t heard from Mr Blair or his core campaign team for two weeks, and he’s refused our offers to give him the chance to set the record straight.”

Carmen raised an eyebrow. She needed to play this smart. “Yes, it does raise some concerns, doesn’t it?” She said. “The American people deserve to know the truth about their future President, and if Mr Blair isn’t prepared to share that honesty with his constituents, perhaps he should drop out of the raise immediately.” Jared Kissinger, Carmen’s head campaign support officer, gave the Senator a big thumbs up from behind the screen. She was performing great.

“What this boils down to is trust,” the Democratic nominee continued. “If Mr Blair is not being truthful about this story, what other skeletons is he hiding in the closet?” Carmen’s girlfriend, Kim, grinned at the Senator’s choice of words. Her opponent had positioned himself as a traditional family man. Talking about skeletons in the closet suggested that he had plenty of humiliating secrets hidden away.

“Thank you for your time, Senator,” Cindy Anchor wrapped the interview up. “Next up on American News Network, why is it the firefighters’ job to get cats out of trees? We ask the hard questions, coming up after this commercial break.”

Her team applauded immediately after the feed stopped rolling. After Carmen’s dismal debate performance, the campaign had been gifted a lucky break. Nobody was talking about the debates anymore. Carmen needed to capitalize on the current situation for all it was worth.

The Latina senator shook a few hands before telling Jared and Kim she didn’t want to be disturbed. Jared nodded his head, and Carmen stepped inside her private office. As the woman closed the door, she heard a slow clap from the sofa. Carmen turned around and found the 4-food, green-skinned demon casually lying on the couch. “That was some interview. Now I know why the boss chose you.”

Carmen smiled and walked towards her desk. “I’m assuming that has all been your handiwork?” Shuddering as she thought back to the moment a large ball gag slipped inside her mouth. The demon had demonstrated his power effectively.

Mr Purple opened his arms out. “Guilty. How did I do?”

 The Latina stared over at the demon and raised an eyebrow. “Well, admittedly, it wasn’t what I expected.” She smiled. “I thought you would create a scandal based on his numerous rumored affairs. This, however, is just perfect.” It truly was perfect. Thomas had attempted to convince his voters that Carmen was in an unnatural relationship not fit for the office of the Presidency. Placing Thomas inside a perverted scenario would ensure those same voters would stay away from the ballot box altogether.

“An affair?” Mr Purple gasped. “How boring!” He yawned as if to demonstrate his point. “No, my boss prefers to cause chaos, and this has certainly got people talking.”

Carmen nodded her long brunette-haired head. She couldn’t deny the little demon’s effectiveness.

“It’s not over yet,” Mr. Purple continued before rising to his feet. “Humans have an irritatingly short memory. Remember the saying: today’s news is tomorrow’s history.” He grinned. “We can’t rest until you’re sitting in the Oval Office, do you understand?”

The Democratic nominee shuddered. The short man knew how to make a good speech. “I understand,” she replied.

“Good,” the green man stepped forward. “Just sit back and enjoy the show,” he grinned before clicking his fingers. The man disappeared in an instant, leaving Carmen alone in her office.

❖

“That fucking bitch!” Thomas exclaimed as he furiously pointed his remote at the screen and turned the news network off. He had avoided the news over the last couple of weeks. Still, his campaign manager told her that Senator Lopez was about to be asked about the rumors surrounding him, so he reluctantly turned the channel on.

“That dumb Mexican bitch!” He screamed in anger. The wealthy businessman had sent his volunteers home and sat alone in the center of his spacious HQ. Two weeks after his impressive, flawless debate performance, his campaign was now on the brink. Although the polls were somehow closer than most would have predicted, he now trailed his Latina opponent by six points.

How had this happened? How had the wheels fallen off so suddenly? How was any of this possible? He thought back to Carmen Lopez’s interview. She said everything he would have said in the reversed situation, but something about how she stared at the camera haunted Thomas. It almost appeared as though Carmen knew what was happening to him.

Thomas gasped and straightened up in his chair as he began to piece the puzzle together. He had been approached by that strange magical demon during the Independence Day barbeque celebrations and made an absurd offer to Thomas. The businessman ultimately refused to sign the agreement, preferring to wipe the floor with his opponent the old-fashioned way rather than become beholden to an all-powerful demon. What if this was the demon’s way of enacting revenge? Or worse yet, what if the tiny man had approached his opponent with the same proposal? He gasped.

Thomas heard a jingle indicating that the front door had opened, and he turned his head in the door’s direction. “The offices are closed,” he called out. Thomas groaned. He was sure he told Carly to lock the doors on the way out.

He stood up with anger and was surprised to find Jade, his ultra-liberal short-haired daughter with multiple tattoos exposed over her bare arms and a septum piercing through her nose, rushing towards him.

“Jade, what the fuc- Oomphh,” he groaned as she wrapped her arms around his waist and embraced her father. He stared down at her in utter confusion. He never saw eye to eye with his youngest daughter. He always wished Jade had turned out like her sister, a traditional, supportive wife.

“I’m so proud of you, Dad,” She said. He glared down at her. What the hell was she talking about? “Mom will get over it in time, but the fact you are embracing an alternative lifestyle is amazing.”

“What the fuck?!” He exclaimed, pushing his daughter away. “You think I’m some prissy little sissy?”

“No, wait, I-” It was Jade’s turn to be gobsmacked. She thought her father would be more receptive to her opinion after the internet stories she had read about him.

“Get out, now!” He screamed. “I don’t want to see you around here again, got it?!” He had never lost his temper at one of his daughters before, but the humiliation running through his veins guided his frustration.

Jade’s bottom lip quivered, and she turned to storm out of his office. As Thomas witnessed his daughter rushing out of the Democratic HQ, another familiar face passed her. The businessman’s wife, Kendra, stepped inside.

“Kendra?” Thomas questioned. Had she finally seen sense? Kendra had taken the fake news badly and refused to answer any of Thomas’ calls. She had checked herself into a hotel and refused to hear the Republican nominee out. The wealthy man stepped towards her but judging by the look on his busty wife’s face; she wasn’t coming to apologize.

“I’ve come to collect a few things,” she said dismissively before approaching her own desk. “I saw the lights were out and thought you’d be gone.”

Thomas’ stomach dropped. He needed his wife right now. “Kendra, babygirl,” he said. “I can explain everything. I’ve figured out what’s going -”

“Just stop, Thomas!” Kendra interrupted him. “You’re just a perverted hypocrite. I can’t even look at you right now.”

Thomas approached his wife. “You don’t understand, babe,” he pleaded. “I’m being set up. I just need a little time to…”

“I don’t want to hear your lies anymore!” Kendra exclaimed. “Nothing you can say will change my…”

“Kendra, listen!” Thomas grabbed his wife by the shoulders. “I know who has set me up. Just let me explain. Meet me for dinner in our favorite restaurant on Friday night.” He spoke urgently before Kendra had the chance to run off. “If you don’t believe me by the end of the night, you can get up and walk away.”

Kendra folded her arms and sighed. She looked her husband up and down. Was he still wearing the little pink cage, she wondered. “Fine,” she relented. “I’ll give you one hour.”

Thomas beamed. That was the opening he needed. He leaned in for a hug, but the black-haired woman stepped back. She picked up her collected items and walked towards the exit. Thomas half-heartedly waved goodbye to his wife. He finally had a chance to win her back.

❖

“Thank you for hosting this fantastic event, Mr Hancock,” Carmen politely clinked her glass with the 60-year-old host. “And thank you for the very generous donation. My team will spend it wisely.” She smiled.

Jack Hancock held his wife close and smiled back at the lesbian Senator. “My pleasure. Just make sure you beat that hypocritical pervert, and it will become money well spent.”

Carmen nodded and moved on to mingle with other attendees at the fundraising gala. She rarely wore a dress but found herself dressed in a slinky, glamorous, long ballgown for this occasion. Her campaign advisor, Jared, had recommended she dressed up for once to remind the world how different she was from her opponent.

“There she is,” Carmen smiled and turned to find her gorgeous girlfriend approaching her. While Carmen may have been convinced to dress up, Kim wouldn’t be seen dead in a dress after the outfits she was forced to wear in her previous profession.

Carmen hugged her blue-haired partner, Kim, who wore a snazzy all-white suit. The blouse covered her enhanced chest but tapered in and showed off her waist. “Are you planning to become the next President or my new trophy wife?” Kim teased her girl.

The Latina nominee rolled her eyes jovially at her partner, and the pair continued to greet and laugh with fellow donors. They both hated these elitist events but knew it was the price of financing her historic campaign.

After an hour, Carmen took a seat to rest her feet. She wasn’t used to wearing heels, and they were killing her. “How do you feel about giving my feet a massage?” She asked her girlfriend.

Kim nudged her. “You put them on. You live with the consequences,” she teased. Her eyes darted around the large room, and she spotted the restroom doors nearby. She nodded. “How about I massage some other places?”

Carmen chuckled, although her expression turned more serious when Kim took her hand and led her toward the female bathroom. “Kim, stop,” she whispered. “Someone might spot us.”

The blue-haired former stripper grinned and pushed her girlfriend against the wall. “You’re right,” she leaned in. “Perhaps we should do it here instead. That will win you some votes.”

Carmen shuddered. Her girlfriend definitely had a frisky side. “Oh, come on then.” She relented and slid into the bathroom before anyone saw them. Kim grinned. She always got her way.

❖

Thomas tapped his fingers impatiently against the table of the exclusive five-star Mexican restaurant in the heart of Houston, Texas. He had arranged to meet his fuming wife at 8 PM, but it was already 9:15. It wasn’t unusual for Kendra to arrive late, but over an hour was pushing it, and Thomas had begun to wonder if she’d ever show up.

He sat at the couple’s favorite table and absently examined his reflection in the nearby window. Despite the discomfort he felt wearing the constricting cage, he looked sharp and powerful. He’d picked out his favorite cream suit. He bought it after making his first billion dollars and always regarded it as his lucky suit.

Since he took his seat, several patrons had stared at him. He was one of the wealthiest men in the country and would soon become the most powerful man in the world. He was bound to be recognized. He smiled politely in return.

Thomas glanced at the time on his Rolex and sighed. Had he been stood up?

Just as the wealthy businessman prepared to give up and call it a night, he felt butterflies in his stomach as he found his beautiful raven-haired wife approach him. She looked drop-dead gorgeous in a long black gown, low cut enough to show off her assets.

Thomas rose to greet his partner and embrace her with a kiss and a hug, but Kendra paused and stepped back. “Seriously?” She asked. She looked disgusted. “You want to convince me that none of this is your doing, and you arrive at our favorite restaurant looking like that. Am I being pranked?”

The wealthy businessman was confused until he turned himself and spotted his reflection once again in the window. However, his ensemble suddenly looked altogether different. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. How was this possible? He was horrified.

It had only been ten minutes since he studied his smart suit. However, he was staring at an altogether different image now. His dark hair was hidden beneath a cheap, wavy platinum blond wig. His new strands ran loosely down his back and over his shoulders, and the tips were highlighted bright pink. His lips were coated with a subtle touch of pink gloss, and his eyes were decorated with dark eyeliner and red eyeshadow.

His stylish suit was replaced with a shocking red strappy crop top. The neckline of the top plunged and showed off his huge falsies. He was wearing a tight-fitting latex chest suit to replicate the appearance of large breasts. The ‘skin’ was slightly darker than his own, and the seams could be seen from a mile away. While the makeup gave him a feminine appearance, he was clearly a man dressed up as a woman.

His stomach and lower back were bare and were utterly hairless. His red and white hotpants barely hid the ‘Bimbo Bitch’ tattoo. To complete the look, he wore long white knee-high socks and a pair of 3” bright red wedge heels. He looked ridiculous and yet weirdly feminine. Despite the stares, it was unlikely anyone would have recognized him as the famous billionaire, although his wife did.

“You look ridiculous. Is this your way of breaking up our marriage?” She asked as she took a seat.

“What? No!” he said, still in his masculine voice, raising some nearby eyebrows. “Look, babe. I’ve been set up. This isn’t what it looks like.” Thomas tried to explain, suddenly all too aware of how he looked in public.

“I’m scheduled for surgery next month,” his comment prompted his wife to part her lips in shock.

“Surgery? Like, get those things for real?” She asked.

“Huh?” He looked down at his falsie chest. “No, I mean on my cock, to bring it back to its old size, maybe even larger.” He explained.

“Why?” She shook her head. “Maybe the new you suits you even better.”

Thomas gasped. “Don’t say that!” He raised his voice. “Just let me explain. Do you remember our July 4th celebration? Well, as you were enjoying the final fireworks, I was…”

“Water?” He was cut off yet again. This time, their server approached them with a jug of icy water. Kendra nodded, and the waiter carefully began to pour the contents into her glass. Thomas shuddered as he noticed the waiter’s eyes helplessly drift toward his inviting fake cleavage, his lips parting and eyes bulging out of his head. The feminized businessman groaned. What an asshole, Thomas thought,

“What the hell?!” Kendra suddenly screamed out. The waiter was too distracted by Thomas’ barely covered falsies that he allowed the glass to overspill and run along the bare table.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” the server apologized and immediately used his wiping cloth to clean up his mess.

“I’m surrounded by idiots,” Kendra muttered in annoyance at the man, but Thomas felt as though the anger was directed at him. The waiter apologized again and rushed off to get the pair a drink on the house.

Kendra brushed herself down and composed herself before staring back at her scantily clad, feminized husband. “So, you were saying? You have about five more minutes before I get out of here.”

“Yes, uhm,” Thomas was rattled, but he needed to explain himself. She needed his family back. “At the fireworks event, I bumped into this weird creature…”

“Weird creature?” Kim asked skeptically.

“Yes. The creature asked me…”

“Tiffani?”

“… how much I wanted the presidency. He asked…”

“Tiffani? Is that you?”

“Do you mind?” Thomas exclaimed in frustration when he looked up and gasped when he realized the random stranger was staring directly at him. “You have the wrong guy.”

“I don’t think so,” the man grinned. He was in his late forties and sharply dressed. The man stepped forward. “I never forget a pretty face. Long time no see.”

Thomas was confused but not nearly as confused as his wife.

“I was eating in the corner booth over there and thought I saw you. Wow, look at those puppies.” He stared, grinning as he ogled Thomas’ chest.

“Look, I don’t know what sick joke you’re playing, but I’m having dinner with my…”

“You really don’t recognize me, do you?” The unknown man interrupted again.

“We’ve never met,” Thomas barked. “So, if you don’t mind…”

“It’s me. Matt Luffman!” the man declared, clearly expecting Thomas to react to his name.

The scantily clad feminized businessman looked at the man blank. “Really? You were with that blond Mistress of yours at Club Ho last September. We had a wild night together?”

“Excuse me,” Kendra finally spoke up. “What do you mean?”

Matt laughed. “Yea, Tiffani is just as slutty as she looks. She drained me all night.” He examined Kendra. “Are you her new Mistress?”

Thomas’s wife scowled and shook her head. “No, I’m not,” she spoke with furious venom. Stay away from me.” She growled at a dumbfounded Thomas before standing up and storming back towards the entrance, leaving the horrified businessman with the stranger.

 Before Thomas could chase after his partner, Matt sat in her vacated seat and drank from her glass. “So, where is that old Mistress of yours? She was a delight.” He leaned back on the chair arrogantly.

“I have no Mistress!” Thomas wasn’t in the mood to play Matt’s game.

“No?” He asked. “That’s a shame. A pretty girl like you should really have a Mistress, or Master.” He ogled Thomas’ fake tits again. “Tell me, do those hypnotic triggers of yours still work. They were fun.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Thomas was irritated.

“Good girl,” Matt said without warning, and Thomas felt overwhelming pleasure flow through every cell in his body. His eyes glazed along the back of his head, and he almost slumped out of his chair. The sensations were so powerful his tiny caged cock was close to ejaculating.

Matt grinned. “Well, I guess they do.”

Thomas glanced at the door. He had to get out of there. Matt leaned in close and whispered in the feminized man’s ear. “How about we get out of here and find somewhere more private?”

The businessman’s heavily made-up eyes widened. The idea repulsed him. “Absolutely not. How about you get lost.” He spat back at the man.

Thomas’ words didn’t startle the stranger. In fact, Matt’s grin grew wider. “Now I know why your Mistress kept you gagged.” Thomas shuddered. What kind of pervert was this. “Let’s try this another way,” Matt continued. “You would love to head somewhere more private with me, believe me.”

Thomas began to shake his head until a strange shiver ran through his spine. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t get the idea out of his mind. The stranger was right. They should find somewhere more private. He quietly nodded his blond wigged head.

“Excellent,” the man cheered. He placed two $100 bills on the table before offering his hand to the feminized businessman. Thomas took the hand and allowed Matt to lead him out. He stumbled slightly, unused to the angle of his feet in the 3” wedges.

Unbeknownst to Thomas, a solitary member of the paparazzi had been taking shots of him through the restaurant’s window. He took one last snap of potentially the future leader of the free world dressed en femme and following a man out of the restaurant. The man snickered. These shots were going to make him rich.

❖

Carmen laughed aloud as she lay in bed alone. She had picked up a pre-released copy of the Washington Chronicle. A full-page photograph of her opponent, Thomas Blair, was displayed on the front cover. He was dressed in a feminine crop top and hotpants combo and looked as though he was dressed for a fancy dress party. With the makeup, blond wig, and huge false tits, he was barely recognizable. Notable, he was being led out of a restaurant by a man whose face was blurred out, and the paper led with the headline, ‘Our Next President’s Dirty Secret Exposed.’

The senator chuckled. Thomas was a Presidential candidate. There was no way he would be seen dead dressed in public like that. She felt relieved that she took Mr. Purple’s deal. She had no idea what would have happened if Thomas had been the one who sold his soul to the devil. We will never know what might have been.

The toilet in Carmen’s adjacent bathroom flushed, and Kim stepped back into the bedroom. She noticed the wide grin on her lesbian girlfriend’s face. “Read a funny story?” She enquired.

Carmen stared back at Kim and softly bit her lower lip. “I think we just won the presidency.” She smiled, staring back at the damaging press headline. For now, it was time to celebrate.

End of Chapter Three