by Wargammerguy
Some times the events that occur during our childhood can have major affects on us as adults. Some of those events if tragic enough can have disastrous affects on all aspects of our life as adults. This is one story of a man trying to put his life back together as an adult. This is of course, fictional but the reality is there are many adults trying.
Karen had been very patient with her husband Jacob for their seven years of marriage. She knew that he still didn't entirely trust her with their six year old son and that frustrated her. She felt like he was afraid she would hurt him and he was so extremely protective of the child. His protective nature kicked into high gear when women were around. She wasn't sure how much longer she could endure his endless questioning any time she was alone with him.
Karen knew he was harboring a big secret about his past and she knew it was dark. That was one of the secrets he wouldn't ever tell her no matter how hard she tried to bring it out. He just shut down any time she tried to bring the matter up. He would either leave the house or he would start ranting at her. During one recent time she tried to bring it up, he uttered to her the hateful words that she couldn't ever forget, "Karen I know you want to know but I don't care what you want. One of the things that life had taught me was that no woman is emotionally stable enough to be entrusted with the welfare of a child. So drop it before I take little William away and you wont ever find us. I am warning you."
That thought and what he said to her will stay with her for ever. She cried and left the room. It stung. After she recovered enough and she was sitting there on her bed thinking, it occurred to her that he was badly wounded by some event in his childhood that made him distrusting of women to a horrible extreme. She stayed with him because she loved him, and she felt he needed love very badly. Anyway, she thought, his protective nature toward their son William was a good thing. She was sure no one would ever hurt William as long as Jacob was able to protect him.
She heard Jacobs car pull into the driveway in the middle of her late night musings over her husband. She heard the front door open and close. She waited for him to come join her in their bed.
To her sadness, she heard him walk into their Sons bedroom instead. Of course he would want to talk to him about how he spent his day with her alone. He was always suspicious of leaving him alone with her.
She listened into him questioning him about their day. He asked the child if she did anything with him that made him uncomfortable. He questioned him over and over seeing if anything he said was hesitant like she compelled him to lie. In the end, he was satisfied and as he walked out, she approached him, "Now that you I didn't harm William today maybe you can join me. I pray one day you will trust me."
He looked at her thoughtfully and bit out, "Why do you want me to trust you, so you can break it. Karen that will never happen. Lets go to bed now."
They laid down in their bed together and she couldn't sleep. The fact that he couldn't trust her wasn't his fault. His distrust spoke of a open wound that never healed and that made her very sad. She knew he wouldn't ever begin to heal until he could talk about what happened in order to resolve it. But she knew if she pushed him to hard to tell that he would make good on his threat to leave her and take their child with him.
She turned to her husband, "Do you really love me, Jacob I mean really? I need to know tonight."
"Yes Of course I do. There are some problems with my life that I am working on my own. Thats all. Since we married you know I love you. "
She bit her bottom lip, "But you don't trust me. How can you explain that. I always figured marriage was also about trust."
"You figured wrong so where are we going with this line of questioning. I hope you arent trying to figure out what happened to me as a child or trying to get me to talk to mom again. "
She sighed in exasperation, "No I am not trying to get you to talk to your mother again. I just need to know what happened to you. I am your wife, I need to know these things."
For the first time in their marriage, she was genuinely afraid of him after she told him that.
He stood up and started yelling at her. She knew he was enraged, his face was red and his eyes were very angry. He raised his fist as he was about to hit her hard.
"You women just cant let anything lie can you," He raged loudly. "Why cant you stop asking me that. You must know now how bringing up that part in my life effects me. I should knock you out, bitch!"
he stood over her quivering with rage, she was curled up on the bed looking up at his fist fearfully. He suddenly relaxed out of his rage. "I am sorry Karen. I am leaving now" Without another word he left the room and she heard him pull out of the driveway.
She was willing to forgive that explosion. She knew he didn't hurt her and now, she figured he wouldn't ever. She curled up and tried to sleep.
Karen hoped her husband would come back tonight.
She was right, several hours later she heard him pull into the driveway and walk into their bedroom. He sat down on the side of the bed and she could tell he was afraid now. He said in a small voice full of fear and sorrow, "I am so sorry for that Karen. I hope you don't want me to leave now. Please don't but I will leave if you want me to, what do you want me to do."
She felt him brace himself, she looked up at his face and she knew he had been crying. she got up and embraced him, "Now how could I want you to leave? I love you and I am sorry for pushing you. I will not ask you that again. If you are ever ready I am here to talk. Lets go to bed, love."
forty five minutes after they had laid down to go to sleep, he sit up, she sighed. She was nearly asleep. He suddenly said, "It was so bad during my childhood that by the time I was ten, I absolutely knew without a doubt that I would die before I ever became an adult. I just knew my mother would Kill by before that. You do not know what it is like being that young and so afraid every day. When I went to school, I just knew all of the other boys were so afraid of their mothers because that's how I was. I just assumed everyone was like me. I often went to school with bruises and cuts.
Most of the other teachers thought I was disabled or retarded and that explained it. You see, I didn't talk much and most of the teachers were women. And for me, I had a complete petrifying fear of adult women when I was a kid. My body shook, I couldn't speak to a woman. I could hardly make my body move. I was just in total terror in the presents of adult women so they assumed I was retarded or some other mental disability. I assumed all women were sadistic and totally Cruel. Like my mother. I don't speak about her but tonight, I decided you do need to know. My mother was Janice Wagner. She has billions and her and her best friend own a multi billion dollar company. They practically own an entire county and they run it their way. No one speaks out against them. I remember one woman that tried to go up to the state and she was soon arrested on bogus drug charges. I got away from her and I hope she is out of our life for ever.
He took off his clothes in front of her. Something that he never had done before in their life. She realized why. All across his back and chest were long scares from either an extension cord or something. And his chest was covered in burns. She assumed they were from a cigarette. But something else caught her attention. There were long surgical scars under his nipples. He pointed to them and asked, "Do you see those, Karen. the scars do you recognize them?"
She was taken back speechless. They looked like the scars women might have after they have had implants.
"Yes I think that you do. When I was fourteen years old, My mother forced me to get breast Implants. She tried, well she made me go to high school as a girl. I was signed into high school as Tiffany Wagner. "
"She got me a new wardrobe, New identification, And new body parts to match. I looked just like any other girl, except larger breasts and skankier clothes. I was pretty much a slut, forced to of course. I hated it and it drove me to a few suicide attempts. Do you see that butterfly tattoo on my butt cheek? "
"Well you can now see why I am the way I am. You can see the story of my childhood in the video tapes in the basement, that room that I keep locked. I kept those in case I ever want to try to file some kind of suit against my mother. So far I doubt it world get anywhere. With her money and lawyers, she would be able to bog the case with motions and motions, probably buy a judge to suppress everything I had or she would get some guys to come here and finish us. But here's the key. you can go see. I will be waiting here and we can talk. Karen, Tonight I have realized I am in desperate need of help before I destroy everything in our family. I realized that tonight when I stopped my car on the train tracks going out of town waiting for a train. Can you Please help me, Karen.
She hugged him and said, "Yes Of course. I will make some calls to several very experienced therapists I know and we will decide how best to help you. Jacob, I love you.
Karen had wanted to know what the big secret was that her husband had kept for so long. But, now that she knew, she wished she didn't know. The big secret was more horrible than she had even guessed in her worst nightmares.
The history of sadistic childhood abuse, sexual molestation and many sadistic beatings that were inflicted on him all though his childhood was too much for her. It troubled her a lot more than she thought it would. He told her a lot of it the night before and now she was troubled beyond all reason. Her heart cried for him. She couldn't sleep. It was no wonder he has so much trouble with trust. His trust was shattered apart by the one person that a child relies on the most. His own mother.
Since she was getting no sleep that night, lying beside him trying, she decided to go to the basement and check on that room he told her about. She took the key he gave her and unlocked the door and went in. That was an even bigger mistake. Seeing what he went though in video and pictures was even more horrifying than his words. There were stacks of video tapes organized by the years. Some said five years old, six years and on. As each year passed the treatment became more horrible. There were video tapes, and photo albums. She saw him strapped to some bench and his mother lashing him with sadistic glee in one of the tapes. On another when he was seven, she witnessed a four hour beating with a belt, she counted the strikes. She gave him five hundred as punishment for five dollars she accused him of stealing from her purse. It took her four hours to do it and he passed out several times.
Past eight years old she became perverted in her treatment. there were videos of him dancing in panties, the look on his face told it all. It was not his idea and he hated doing it but by that time he knew more than to protest to his mother. There were other videos of him taking dildos and other objects. beyond 10 she started bringing full grown men.
He was right, by fourteen she had altered his body so he looked just like any other fourteen year old girl. It was horrible. She wondered vaguely what kept him out of a psyche ward? How did he keep sane?
And seeing how he acted around her and how much he didn't trust her, she knew he wasn't entirely sane.
Well, she thought, she wasn't getting any more sleep that night so she decided she may as well start trying to help him. She phoned her friend who she knew specialized in childhood trauma. Her friend usually only saw children but she hoped that he could make an exception. If not she knew several others.
After she made her phone call and set up an appointment for her husband she noticed that it was daylight out. Going up the steps to their bedroom again to see him up and getting dressed. Jacob didn't lock her out this time when he got dressed. That must be some improvement or perhaps, since she saw everything what was the point anymore. But it did answer the question about why he was sterile and they had to adopt their son. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched him. He looked over at her tiredly. "I couldn't sleep after what you said last night. So I looked over your childhood and made some calls. I set up an appointment with a nice guy I know. He specialized in childhood trauma. Can you meet him at one PM, here is the address of his practice."
Jacob took the card and thought for a few seconds. "Well I'm pretty busy today. I am supposed to be in court at one. You know that case i am trying. Perhaps i can have one of the associates go today. I will try Karen. And thanks for caring and putting up with my bullshit all of these years. "
Jacob got up and kissed her for it. He knew she was very special to have stayed with him despite all of his bull he put her though. Most women would have left him years ago. He was no fool. Putting himself though law school and getting appointment as a states prosecutor was no small feat. He got to prosecute abusers now. But most of his cases he chose to try were women. He rarely went after men. He was even accused by the press at times of being bias and going after innocent mothers but he scoffed at that accusation. Innocent mothers, sure, he thought sarcastically. Does such a thing exist. He didn't think so. He loved his job and he considered himself a crusader for children. His crusade was against women that abused children.
When Jacob arrived at his office he called in one of his assistant attorneys and told him that he would have to take over his case today. He had a appointment he could not miss. He gave his assistant the files to look over and then he got to work on more of his own paperwork while watching the clock.
Jacob was watching the clock so when the time came he was already ready to leave. His assistant was already going to the courtroom when he left for his appointment. The office wasn't hard to find. It was a large office building with the therapists name etched into the stone above the door. The waiting room was rather large and elaborately decorated with paintings and a large chandler that lit the place up. After telling the secretary that he was there he chose a seat.
A lady come out and told him that the doctor was waiting for him in the office and she lead him there. He was glad she didn't notice that he tried to keep as much distance from her as he could.
Briefly, he examined the diplomas on one of the walls and he saw down in a leather black chair. He looked around the rather plain office. The furniture was expensive and the desk the doctor sat at looked very elaborate. it had elaborate carvings etched in the thick wood.
The doctor sitting comfortably behind a desk started, "Welcome Jacob. I am Doctor Reinhard and your wife has told me a little about your life and what you have went though. I am very glad that you have chosen to accept my help. Your wife has told me you are having problems with trust and women and she says she thinks you even hate women. She also told me she believes it comes from your past when you were abused. So lets start from that, can you tell me in your own words about your childhood, if you can."
The doctor stayed silent as Jacob thought over what he was going to tell this stranger. For a large part of his life he never told anyone about his childhood. He kept it locked up in his mind refusing to think about any of it. But it still affected him regardless so he only let it out to his wife. Now he was going to have to let it out again to this strange man he just met. But he knew if he was going to make any progress he would have to tell this man intimate details of his life. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"This is so very difficult to talk about . I have kept all of it safely locked up inside me. I didn't want anyone to know of my shame that I endured. But, " He sighed very loud," I guess the time has come to let it all out. After all, I know I damn well did nothing wrong and the shame shouldn't be on me. But I still Feel all of the shame.'
He put his head into his two hands and his body trembled as he was gathering his thoughts together to tell the therapist.
"My childhood was so horrible that I never thought I would live to become an adult. Even from my earliest memories are not ones of warmth and caring but of being afraid, in terror and being hurt. I remember when I was so small, I must had been two or three and being beaten by a belt, by my mother. I don't know what I did to make her mad at me but I just remember hutched over and shaking and screaming as my mother thrashed me over and over with a leather belt. I lost time but it must had she must have beat me for hours that day. " He stopped and let the doctor take it all down and start a recording device.
"My mother is a billionaire, Karol Wagner. She owns a large industrial company. You heard of Wagner Industries. They have been contracted to make the F27 for the Air Force. "
"My childhood was horrible and By the time I was ten, I was in complete terror of adult women and even afraid of girls my own age. Teachers thought I was mentally disabled because I couldn't talk to them, Most teachers are women so I was so afraid of them. When they tried to talk to me I couldn't make my mouth move. I just trembled in fear. "
Jacob continued, "I was told by my mother when I was eleven that she didn't want me to be a boy so she started calling me Tiffany. She still continued to beat me regularly and she made me sleep in a tiny small room in the corner of the house, that had a lock on it so I couldn't get out. She also started making me wear female clothing, like dresses, skirts, blouses and even stockings. at that time, mom only made me be a girl indoors with her and her friends. she had all of my clothes in dresser was replaced by girls clothing. My dresser was filled with panties and bras and other forms of lingerie."
"That was when she started letting her sadistic female friends have various forms of sex with me, often degrading forms of penetrative sex on my orifices. You know, Like the strap-on dildo forced in me and I was an eleven year own crossdressed boy. They forced me to do various disgusting things with them. Well At eleven it was considered disgusting to me. Maybe not adult men but thats different but it was all horrible and if I resisted, well lets just say 'that' thought never occurred to me. By twelve years of age she started introducing me to men that were adults. My first man was a teacher at my middle school. Mr. Matthews. After that night with him ramming in me, his classes became interesting. My mother was watching all the time that night. Then other men she knew came into my life to use me for sex. The beatings still occurred.
"The final horror happened when I was fourteen, My first year of high school. She paid a corrupt surgeon and a nurse to perform surgery on my little body. Unknown to me she had been injecting me with a powerful dose of female hormones over the last year. She told me the injections were victims but over the thirteenth year, my body had steadily lost a lot of muscles strength, my skin was getting soft and I noticed that my body was transforming in weird ways. My chest was doing things and my hips were changing. But that was not enough so she paid for something more radical. I received D cup breast implants, and a vagina. It wasn't a complete SRS but close enough. My testicles were totally removed and the skin of my scrotum was used to look like a very real vagina. My penis was stitched to the back under layers of skin so it couldn't be seen and men could actually have vaginal sex with me. I lived from fourteen to eighteen as a girl. "
"I was also made to be a total blonde, my hair was died platinum blonde and she forced me to be a bimbo. My high school years were completely degrading and I was raped often. At eighteen, she kicked me out of the house, she gave a man several million dollars to take me in as his wife. That didn't work out. I left him and there wasn't much my mom could do and I got a friend to sue him for millions. I used that money to leave, transform my body back and enter law school. "
"And Now I am a successful prosecutor. "
He saw the doctor thinking and rubbing his chin. "Yes I have heard allot about you, You are often accused of being very misogynistic and over ninety percent of your prosecutions are women, you give men deals to get lighter sentences but never a woman. Why do you think you go after women so terribly."
He didnt answer but the doctor said, "I think you are seeking justice for what was done to you and you go after other mothers. But in essense, you are a coward. You go after these women here and many of them have done very trivial things but you wont go after the worst one your mother and you have all of this power. You are afraid aren't you, Jacob."
The doctor noticed that Jacobs face had turned purple. But he growled, "Yea, I am afraid of her. Before you go after a ruthless billionaire that isn't afraid of murder you better be damn sure and I have a family and a lot to loose. "
He took his glasses off and said, "Yes and your wife had done a lot of thinking already. The decision. She called me and she has called other lawyers and turnned in all of the video tapes to the police. They are now going after your mother. They will need you to talk. Can you do it?"
"I do not know," Jacob admitted, "But I know what I need is justice so I will try to talk"
"Good, your wife is here and several officers want to take your statement. Our time is up for today but if you need to talk more, here is my card."
He walked out of the doctors office slightly upset but also proud of his wife. He was also hoping for the first time, that his mother might actually pay for all that she did. He should have known better.
He saw several uniformed officers and his smiling wife waiting for him. The officers took him into a police cruiser and they proceeded to the station.
They put him in a private room and told him to wait there and FBI agents would be there shortly. They were making a federal case against his mother apparently. Good.
Two neatly dressed FBI agents went in the room and started immediately firing off questions at him. All of the questioned seem to revolved around his mother, her moods and they wanted a lot of details and names to make their case. The relentless questioning went on for over four hours and they gave him a short rest. He started getting scared. Not for himself but for his family.
They came in for another round of questioning two hours later and he took charge. Hell, he was a state DA so that should give him something right. "Agent Daniel, is it. I know what your trying to do and I need to warn you that she has a lot of money, A lot of power, and she can be dangerous. If you want me to come openly helping your case to put my other in prison, you will have to protect me and my family. I want my family, my wife and my son placed in protective custody, This week. Do that and I will do what ever you ask."
"Okay, I will make a call to the US marshals office and they will take your family. We need to know more about your mothers organization. Give us names and Places please. "
By the end of the night the FBI had assembled a strong case and they were going to a judge to swear out an arrest warrant for Karen Wagner.
Jacob was saying bye to his wife and his son. She was taking their little son William into a black Van with uniformed US marshals protecting her. He didn't know where they were taking them to and that was the entire point. No one was supposed to know except for her and the Marshals.
Later that night, Jacob had fallen asleep in a new bedroom. He was asleep for nearly six hours when he got a phone call. Groggy he woke up and picked up the phone. It was the same FBI agent that questioned him. "Jacob we need you please, something has happened to your wife and son. They were killed just a few hours ago.
He rushed over to the place to see his young son dead in the arms of his mother who was also gone. they were all riddled with bullets. The agent said several men broke into their safe house with automatic weapons and killed all of them including the marshals assigned to protect them. No one had a chance.
He identified the body and was taken home. He started crying uncontrollable. He went into his closet and lifted a heavy case out. He opened it and took out a shiny ivory handed revolver and put several rounds in. He aimed it at his temple preparing to pull the trigger.
A sudden thought entered his mind as he was about to pull the trigger. If he did this then his mother would win and likely never be punished for what she did. He couldn't let that happen.
In his grief another emotion started showing. He was angry, more than angry. He was consumed by a total and complete rage. She was going to pay this time. He put the gun back and called his assistant and then he called the marshals office. Both calls were very productive.
Several hours later he was talking to the federal marshals. One of the leading agents said, "Jacob I don't know if your plan will work or not but it has to be one of the strangest plans we ever tried. "
"It will work, " Jacob said. "I entered the name Jacob and the hit men will be looking for me there but they wont see Tiffany anywhere. They wont be looking for her. My assistant will be safe. Lets go the flight leaves in an hour and you need to get on."
He hoped that he wouldn't ever have to dress like that anymore but He should have known better. Its not as if he didn't have enough training. He still had it as he walked in his four inch heels and short skirt. This time was better. He wasn't being forced but his assistant he worked with for years had a more difficult time with the sudden transition. He was also uncomfortable. His boss was positively sexy.
Jacob was hiding when he saw the two men stalking the aircraft and watching who went onboard. He noticed them as the men that were cruel to him as a child. They were enforcers for his mothers company. They saw his assistant walking toward the plane and they started toward him. Both pulled out pistols from their coats and one of them aimed and spoke loudly, "Hey Adam, where is Jacob. "
Jacob had already went behind the two men, and pulled out his large shotgun. He aimed it when one of the enforcers spoke. "She's right behind you Stillwell. "
BLAST, Jacob fired and it hit the man beside Stillwell.
The surviving enforcer dropped his gun and fell to the ground in terror. Jacob walked up to the kneeling man aiming his shotgun at him. He was looking at the crossdressed Jacob in fear as several other uniformed men walked up behind him. They were all wearing badges.
"Alright Stillwell. Now you really pissed me off. You murdered my entire family so now you done it. " He pulled his jacket back to show a shiny badge she was wearing on her blouse right over his right breast. "Do you see that, It says United States Marshal." Jacob said with barely controlled rage.
"Please, Jacob don't kill me, " Stillwell pleaded in terror.
"Take a good look at your friend, Ike, because that's how you're going to end up."
He approached Stillwell menacingly and shoved him down roughly with his spiked heels , aiming the shotgun right at the mans face.
"Carol Industries are finished, do you hear me. I see any more of her employees , I will kill them. So run and you tell my mother that the law is coming."
The frightened man got up and started running away when Jacob yelled, "Tell her I am coming. "
A Sissy in the Army
by Wargamerguy
How does an orphaned boy make it in eighteenth century England
Sixteen year old Michel Bordon was glad to see the hard winter change into spring. It was the year seventeen hundred and seventy nine and it marked the sixth year that young Michael had spent at the terrible saint johns home for boys in London. The place was beyond terrible. He did not know did not know how he has survived this long in that place. The bitter winter had taken over half of the boys and other events had taken another quarter. The sadistic staff was another matter entirely.
He was laying in what the staff had that passed for his bed. She was able to have the entire bed to herself that day, the other boy he was sharing the bed with for the past months died of pneumonia. That saddened him terribly for he had liked that new boy. He wasn't like other boys that came along and had to share with. That boy was actually nice and gentle. But, that wasn't the way to be in the harsh life at a boys orphanage.
He cringed in his bed when he saw the large figure of Walter walking toward him. That was one of the staff of the home, and one of the worst. Walter rarely beat him, bad but there were other things that were equally horrible that Walter liked to do.
Lucky for Michel or maybe not so lucky, Walter didn't want to do any of those disgusting things to him that day. But it was still bad when he said in his gruff voice, "Get up lad, ye has to get erself dressed now in those clothes in the closet. You have a customer to meet today and e wants to meet you all pretty like. The Mistress will help you with the corset after you get yourself all lady like. '
He groaned in despair as the man walked away chuckling. That was all that he needed is another man that took a likening to 'Julie' but, that was another fact of life at that place. The British government didn't pay them much so they brought in more income by other means. One of them was making the gentler boys prostitutes and the staff all got their share of the money. Resisting wasn't an option for the boys that resisted too much didn't last to long. He tried to resist it but one of the staff took him out to the back woods and showed him alot of shallow graves of boys that resisted too hard. He learned quickly to go along with the program. No one cared much for orphans in eighteenth century England. Most of all, not the British government. So he quickly got himself dressed up like a harlot. He got out the ruffled white pantaloons women wore and put them on. Then he got out the bustle and the flowing large dress and the Mistress came in and helped him lace up the back. Then she got out the chocking stiff corset and laced that up constricting his chest. Pretty soon, with enough makeup and the corset he looked pretty much like a young girl, or a young harlot.
The Mistressed looked him over and smiled in approval. My you are sexy today Young Juliann. Lords son will be very happy when he sees you today. He sent me his praise after the last time he seen you and couldnt wait to see you again.
That made Michael smile. He said in a feminine voice she taught him to use, "Yes Mistress, I have been waiting to see him again also. When is he coming to pick me up?
She took out her watch and said, "Oh my He should be any minute."
They heard a carriage pull up and the horses hooves. That should be him.
They walked out to the main office and he strolled in wearing his fancy suit looking like a young counts son. Michael smiled politly to the boy that was close to his age, maybe a little longer. He has roughly the same body frame as Michael except his face was not as well kept, his hair was short and kind of black while Michaels was blonde and did in long female waves down to the middle of his back.
Michael walked over to the boy and He took his hand and lead him out and helped him onto the carriage. Usually the business took place in one of the specially prepared rooms in the home but high nobles, officials or their sons got the privilege to take the 'girls' to their place for longer periods. A few of them were even purchased at a high cost and taken to live in their palaces or mansions.
After a few long hours Michael was sitting on the edge of the boys large bed trying not to cry after what he had to endure from the lords son. The boy thought he liked it and he kindly said, You can to freshen up Julian. I wil be here waiting and our cook shold have something prepaired by then.
that was exactly the excuse he needed and he got up and went across the hall, and then made a detour into the Lords master bedroom. He found exactly what he needed. There was a shiny pistol laying on a counter. He carefully loaded a led ball in and rammed it down the barrel. Then he poured in some powder. He found a sharp dagger lying on an elaborately decorated dresser. he hid another pistol he found in his gown and made his way back into the sons bedroom. He walked in sensually and smiled.
The boy smiled back and asked, "What took you sweetheart. I started to think that you got lost in the maze of halls and rooms."
He smiled again and held up the pistol. He took careful aim at the boys chest and said, "This is for what you did to me, and for everything your family took away from me you bastard." Then he shot at the stunned boy. The guns kick was more than he expected but nothing he couldn't handle. But the face full of white smoke that quickly filled the room was unexpected. To make sure the boy was dead, he pulled out a dagger and stabbed the boy in the throat.
After killing a lords son, Michael knew he had better get the hell out of the mansion fast, and get away as fast as he can.
His luck held, meeting the lords son again was a blessing, being able to find a pistol and everything needed to load and fire it was another blessing and then after he did the deed, all of the halls were cleared of the lords personal and guards was another blessing. He made it out and ran off into the woods. Well, after so much bad luck over the years the Lord owed him some good luck. Within another hour he was sitting on a fallen log in the woods trying to figure out what he can do now. He was sure he was wanted by the police. They would probably hang him if they found him. He walked back into town to be surprised that no one wanted him, no one approached him. He quickly got changed to look more like a boy. Maybe word hadn't reached anyone yet or maybe they were looking for a girl. he still knew he had better get away fast and he found a office and got an idea how to get away fast. He walked into a office, there was a officer there. He told the man, "How do I sign up for the Royal Army?"
He gave Michael a simple paper to sign and asked his age. "I am sixteen sir." That was old enough and all that was needed was his signature on the paper. Then the man told him, "We need soldiers. there is a rebellion in our colonies in the new world. After your initial training, you will be sent there. I am having you sent to serve in Lord Cornwallis's army."
Fifteen-year-old Shawn was slowly walking to school during a calm spring day. That was his favorite time of the year. He could watch the flowers bloom, and the trees start greening again after a cold winter. He loved that time of the year so he could take his time, walk slowly and observe nature returning. He listened to the birds chirping overhead in the green trees; the morning suns rays brighten everything up. The smells of roses and honeysuckle filled the air, that was the best.
A loud girls scream pierced the air, disturbing his concentration. It came from around the school in the back. There were no teachers around to hear, they must be inside getting their lesson plans ready or he would call on one of them. She was screaming foe any help. She sounded very scared.
He picked up his pace and made it around the corner to see the frightening scene. There were two older muscular boys approaching a frightened girl. The two boys looked like the two line backers for the schools football team. The girl looked like the new girl that just came this week. She looked younger than he was, a freshmen that just moved in. He couldn’t remember her name but the boys clearly looked like they intended to rape her. They had her cornered and started grabbing her.
He had to do something quick, there wasn’t much time to get any help. Not that he could go away and abandoned a girl that needed help. What kind of boy would he be? He steeled his bravery and shouted, “What he fuck are you two doing here, get away from her now! “
In the boys confusion at a new voice, he moved in quickly between the girl and the two boys. The oldest, Brad snarled in anger, “What the hell are you doing, Shawn?“
Shawn said calmly, “It looks like I’m doing what needs done, I am protecting this girl from you two goons. Just turn around and walk away, Brad. This doesn’t need to get rough.”
The two older boys laughed, Shawn sounded calm and very confident. His tone was ice cold as if he was trying to warn the two much larger boys. Shawn was fifteen, rather thin frame. He almost looked like a girl there. He didn’t look like he could be a physical fighter and the two boys were towering, full of muscles. Was Shawn trying to joke there?
They just laughed and kept approaching Shawn. If he wouldn’t back down then they were going to kick his ass.
Brad said, “Well have it your way then boy.”
Shawn backed up in a defensive stands as Brad's friend came rushing at Shawn.
Shawn calmly stepped sideways, pivoting on the balls of his feet, pushing the other boy into the brick wall. Brad swung his large fist wildly at Shawn and he slid back on his feet quickly. Brad swung again as Shawn spun out of the way of the other guys fist.
Brad got angry and stepped in determined to make contact with Shawn’s face. Shawn slid in with blinding speed, and stuck out with his fist right in Brad's large chest. It made contact with a lot more force than Shawn’s small body should be capable of. Brad staggered back, gasping loudly trying to get breath back into his lungs.
His friend rushed in to tackle Shawn only to come head first with Shawn’s elbow. Shawn saw and turned his body giving the other boy a powerful elbow strike right into his nose. It burst open. He screamed.
Brad got his breath back and started striking again. He punched wildly trying to hit Shawn. With each strike, Shawn stepped back out of reach.
Suddenly tired of this, Getting upset at Brad, he pivoted away when Brad swung, When he tried to swing his arm around again, he saw his target, Brad's exposed rib and he pivoted, giving Brad a powerful kick right into his ribcage. He heard a loud snap as one of his ribs gave out.
That was when one of the teachers came around to see what was happening. They saw the two injured boys, the girl trying to hide from it all and Shawn looking at them still in a clear aggressive stance.
The teacher, Mr. Peters said loudly, “Shawn what the hell is going on here. He pointed to the boys, “You two go to the nurse and get patched up. We have a game coming up. You, girl, I am assuming you are the new girl, Alice, go to the front office.”
Then he pointed at Shawn, “Boy, you have a lot of answering to do now. You know we don’t tolerate fighting. Lets to meet the principal, NOW!”
In thirty minutes, they met the Principal and he was walking back home. He was suspended for a week. The boys weren’t punished. They blamed Shawn and they were the only ones injured making it believable. The girl was still going through shock, so she wasn’t saying anything.
Peters asked the girl if she saw Shawn attack the boys, she just nodded, afraid to displease the teacher. Shawn was sent home, suspended.
He went up to his fathers bedroom, angry when he finally arrived home. He ran up the steps into his fathers bedroom to tell him the bad news,
His father, over sixty and laying in bed with a tank of oxygen and a breather listened and agreed, it he huffed out with effort, “Yes Shawn my son. You were screwed. This is nonsense. I cant see anything that we can do about it. I cant get out of bed and if I could, I don’t think the school officials would care what I say. They have their policies and that’s it. “
His words sounded very belabored. That really worried him a lot. “Shawn, I don’t think that I have much time left here. Can you try to do something for me please?”
He nodded, “Yes, what can I do for you?”
“Can you try to get along with my wife please, and your sister. I know you have been having conflict with them. Please try to get along. “
He huffed. He always tried very hard to get along. What has his sister been saying about him now? She always did something and then put it on him. His wife was worse, to him, his young twenty eight year old wife looked like a gold digger. To make matters worse she always went out of her way to attack him. He tried to convince his father not to marry this guy but that didn’t work.
“I’ll try, father. I do want to get along with Victoria. She is just cruel to me but I will try harder. “
“That is all that I ask. Now move along, I know you have a date with your girlfriend Laura. She loves you, so don’t make her wait.”
She was already in the driveway by the time Shawn has made it outside. He got in their car and was immediately disheartened. Oh great, He thought. Her older brother was there waiting. He was an obnoxious Gothic metal head. He drove them to their secluded spot they chose overlooking the ocean. Shawn didn’t like her brother much and it seemed, neither did Laura.
Her brother kept looking back and making silly comments toward Shawn. Shawn thought they were more troubling than just silly. He looked back at Shawn and Laura holding hands in the back seat and said toward Shawn, “Hey Shawn, have you ever considered being gay?”
He was stunned for a few seconds and said, “No way, Brandon. Where did you get that idea at?”
“Um its just how you look, you give off a vibe that feels very gay to me. And the way your body looks, I think if you were a woman, you would be very hot.”
Shawn's mouth hung over unable to speak for a second. What the heck was this guy talking about. He said, “Brandon are you high on something? I know a few people that can help you.“
The guy just laughed and said, “Now consider it. You look very.. what’s the word, how about girlish. Feminine. You could be made to look like a very hot girl, I’d go for you. You would be such a hottie, I know a few women that could help you change.“
He was embarrassed. It was Laura that spoke up angrily, “Shut up, Brandon. I know you don’t like Shawn, but keep quite and stop being a dick. “
He just laughed it off and said, “Fine sis. What ever you want.”
The two lovers were sitting on a ledge of rocks overlooking the Pacific. Laura could tell that Shawn was deeply affected by the cruel things her jerk brother said. He had not said anything. His face was troubled, She moved in close and put her arm around him protectively. She said trying to sound soothing, “Don’t worry about Brandon. Hes a huge asshole. Don’t let the ignorant things he said affect you. Really, I love you, Nothing he says should affect you. He’s a moron.”
Shawn laughed and said, “Yeah. I know he is stupid. He usually doesn’t get to me this way. I am afraid you do not understand. You see, Laura love, What he said about me being feminine. Boys used to tease me about that early in grade school. Teachers, other boys and girls would, at first mistake me for a girl. Even after they knew, the mean boys would call me by a girls name. Even my sister, she is so cruel. She teases me about being a girl. That is why what your brother said affected me so deeply.”
She gazed into his face in understanding. She said, “I am sorry for that. He is a real dick. He does go right for the throat. I wish we could get away from him. Did I tell you he used to molest me before I got old enough to force him to stop.”
“Oh Laura I love you,” Shawn cried. “I never knew. We will get away. IF you don’t mind telling, I don’t mean to pry into your business, but, How’d you get him to stop.”
She sniffled. Then, she said, “I told Mom but she ignored me. I threatened Brandon. I told him if he didn’t stop that I would go right to the police with or without our mothers approval and I wouldn’t care how mad she was. He realized what that would do, so he stopped.“
Shawn shook his head and said, “He stopped on you, but I hear rumors from other girls that he still rapes. Most of the other girls wont go around him. I wish we could stop him.”
“Shawn, I warned him if I ever saw that that I would go to the police too. It is just up to the other girls. I don’t think there is anything that we can do.”
“I know, Some day there will be a girl strong enough to report him. But, I have another matter that I want to talk about.”
She didn’t say anything. He finished his taught, “Our future. What do you see.”
She said, “I see us together. “
Shawn smiled, “Yes. I do see us together. One day I will be old enough and able to support us as a family. Even children. I don’t have enough to get a ring yet but I have this.”
He took out a simple white thread. “Will you accept this until I can afford a real ring, Laura love.”
She nodded. “Yes, Shawn. I love you so much.
They got another ride back home and Shawn was at his fathers place when they got a phone call. His father picked it up but he couldn’t hear what was said. His father called him and he went.
“Shawn, I have good news. That was the police dept. A detective there heard about what you did this morning. The girl you saved went there herself. She gave a full statement, including the boys that were attacking her and how you protected her. The dept is very upset over the school. They plan on turning up the heat on the school, going to the news and publicly giving you a medal for your bravery. Do you want to do this, Shawn? They are arranging the local news to cover the awards ceremony. “
He was taken back for only a half second and then blurted out, “Sure. I would love that but I didn’t think what I did was such a big deal.“
“Oh, Shawn it was. Many adults wouldn’t have intervened like you did. You did the right thing and the police dept. see that. That takes bravery. Shawn, I was proud of you today, I still am. I am just sad that I will not be able to attend. In my condition, you know.“
Shawn knew that his father was very sad because of that. It made him sad too and He wished fervently that his father was in better condition.
Things got worse for him when he made it to his bedroom to settle in for the night. His little annoying sister was there. Twelve year old Sally was there waiting for him. He didn’t know why she hated him and that made him very sad. One of the other things he wished for was for a better relationship with his little sister, instead of an antagonistic and competitive one.
She sneered at him as he walked in, “So you messed up again and again there are big people trying to defend you. That is the way things have always been, you never have had to answer for anything you ever done?”
He sat down on his bed, looked at her and asked pointedly, “So, Sally. What have I done that I need to be punished for?”
“Today, I heard you beat up two boys. Last week, you know you took Victoria’s stuff. She knows but our father defends you for some reason.”
“Sandy you and I both know that I would never take our step mothers perfume and lingerie. I am a boy, what would I do with the stuff.”
She giggled girlishly. “I think we know, you little perv. I also caught you cheating on your midterm.”
“You just say that because you don’t like me. I don’t ever cheat, Sally. Why don’t you like me?”
“Because you always get everything you want. It pisses me off, Shawn. Things will be different when its just Victoria, me and you. He wont last for ever, you know. “
That really made him sad and he asked her accusingly, “Sally, how can you possibly say something so awful. He is your father and you are talking like you want him to go sooner. Don’t you have any compassion?”
Victoria stepped into the room. He almost felt the air cool “Why should she, what has he done for any of us. She is upset with you because she gets that small room, she is always treated second to you and you seem to be his golden child.”
He denied it, “She is always treated great by all of us. He loves her and I've seen how he cherished her when he was better. Stop twisting her mind, Victoria. Sally is my sister and she is welcome in my room any time she wants. She can sleep in my bed and I will give it to her. But, you may not. We could get along with each other Victoria if you were willing to.”
She flashed him an icy smile, “You are just a uppity little bitch, Just you wait, Barbie. Things change all of the time.“
He grumbled as she left.
His sister huffed and said, “You do need to find a way to get along with her. She is part of our family and you know our dad is totally taken by her. You are just making things hard on yourself.
He didn’t do anything, he never was rude to her. She picked on him. It was her that hated him. He was sure she was just using their dad for his money. There were times when he cried because she refused to even try to get along with him
When they left his bedroom, he started crying. His sister turned around when she heard and said, “You cry just like a girl. “ She giggled as she left.
Why were they so cruel to him?
It wasn’t long before he had cried himself to sleep. He was wakened by the sun beaming though the window. His alarm blared loudly around thirty minutes later but he was already awake. That meant it was time for him to start his day again.
Gathering his clothes to take his morning shower, he looked thought his drawers and noticed that a lot of his stuff had been rearranged. His boxers were all messed up instead of neatly folded as he left them. He looked thought them and noticed something really strange. There were a few pairs of nylon and satin panties in with his boxers.
‘What the fuck,’ he thought out loud. He held the silky material out wondering how they got there.
‘Must be my sister playing a prank on me,’ “Their too big for her, they must be Victoria’s panties. “
As life always is, company always comes at the wrong time. Just as he holding a pair of red panties in front of him, the door darkened. Someone came thought the door behind him.
A distinctly hostile sounding feminine voice said from behind him, “So there they are, Shawn. Can you explain to me ‘what’ you are doing with my panties?
He turned to face the intimidatingly hostile woman that just invaded his bedroom. “They were already in my drawer, Victoria. “
“Huh, you expect me to believe that?” She spat out hostilly. “I had been missing a few pairs of my most expensive panties and sandy came to me this morning telling me that she saw you playing with them, and trying them on. “
“I bet that she did say that but we both know that isn’t true Victoria. Can we please try to get along?”
She laughed. She flashed him a mock smile, “not when you are stealing my clothes. Go get your own if you want to cross dress. We can go shopping some time. Wouldn’t you like that, Shawn?”
“Um No thank you. I’ll have to pass on that.” Shopping for girls lingerie with his wicked step mother intent on humiliating him.
“Okay, “ She sang out. “We will have to go later then. Give me my panties back, Shawn”
He searched though his drawer and got her panties out, and handed them to her. His cheeks burned as he did that. She took them with a huge mocking smile on her face. “Thank you Shawn. “ She walked out.
It took every bit of control he had not to storm into Sandy’s bedroom and confront her. That would probably make things worse for him anyway.
He needed to shower so he gathered his clothes and a towel. He couldn’t get over the things he had to put up with. His girlfriends brother calling him a girl, his step mother calling him a girl and his sister sandy. What was with people trying to make him into a girl?
That was infuriating to him. He didn’t think that he looked like a girl. Sure, he was lithe, his skin was softer, he was built very thin. He could pass for a girl if he tried. But he did look like a smallish boy too. What was their problem with him?
He was no closer to solving the girl problem by the time he finished his shower. He dried his long hair and stepped out of the bath room.
Sandy was in his bedroom by the time he got there. She was laying on his bed looking around.
“You need to stop taking girls clothes, brother. I don’t know what you need them for,” She giggled out.
Suppressing the anger, he said calmly, “I will try, Sis. What is your problem with me anyway? Have I ever mistreated you?”
“No, but you are so arrogant. You get everything from dad. Even the best room. “ Her eyes gleamed, “One of these days, I will have you where I want you, and there wont be anyone to protect you. Then, you wont be so arrogant. “
The way she said that frightened him.
How was he arrogant? What did he do to her that pissed her off so much? Why did she hate him?
He just sat on his bed after she left, covering his face nearly crying. He wished so hard that he could get along with his sister.
Well, it was time to go to the station. They were arranging a public ceremony to award him a medal.
To be continued....
Cissy’s Secret
15-year-old peter was feeling rotten about himself as he walked to his house. He didn’t how he was going to fix it but he felt like a ass. He hung his head down as he walked down the sidewalk. He couldn’t help it, he felt really ashamed.
He volunteered for the part in the debate on feminism and naturally, he was the guy and debating a girl. He said bad things about women, but he didn’t believe a word he said. But, it was his part and he wanted to do his best, despite the boos and hisses from the girls in school. But, he felt that he did make an impression during the debate and he was the type that always strived to do his best, even if it meant making looking like the best sexist pig. It was just a part, right. Even thought he didn’t believe the sexist things he said during the debate, it was a good way to make the girls think that was what he was like. He really didn’t want anyone to see the other side of him.
As he walked to his house he saw a girl crying. He saw that the girl was his adversary when he got close enough to recognize who she was. She saw sitting on her doorstep covering her face. She looked up and said, “Peter thank god you are here. I locked myself out of the house and cant get in. I think there is a latter in the garage can you please clime though the window for me?”
He looked at the girl funny. His face clouded with suspicion. Here was a girl that debated for girl’s strengths and she was here crying asking for his help with something that all girls should be able to do easy. But she was asking him to get into her garage, it was open. Why was the garage open for?
“Jennifer, “ He said with a voice full of suspicion. “You are asking me really, to help you with something this easy. You want me to clime up into a window like I am a thief. Are you sure you aren’t trying to trap me into something?”
She covered herself quickly, “Oh no, Its just that I am afraid of heights, Peter please, Please say you will help me?”
Far be it for him to refuse to help a girl, but this situation really stank. Something made him feel like it was a trap. But he decided to help her and he would be very careful.
“Ok, Jennifer just this once. I just hope you aren’t trying to set me up. “
Peter thought that he heard her laugh as he walked up the ladder to get though her window. He looked down at her from the heights. He was afraid of them too and as he looked down from twenty feet high, he said with a voice that showed his worry and fear, “Jennifer, um don’t you think boys can also be afraid of these heights. I am really high now and it is your window. “
“Oh peter don’t worry yourself, “ She said in a slightly ditzy voice, “It will be done in a few seconds and then you can be out of here.”
He still felt the tingles of worry going down his spine. He knew Jennifer and how she liked to play tricks and pick on boys. Jennifer asking a boy for help didn’t fit with her personality that he knew her to have. Something wasn’t right here and he resolved himself to get out of here as soon as he could.
Things didn’t work out the way that he had hoped. An hour later he was dressed in a really short blue jean miniskirt, black thigh stockings, a pink top and proper undergarments, for a girl. Basically, he thought he looked a lot like a slut as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He felt afraid as he looked at the four girls surrounding him.
As he crawled into her bedroom from the ladder, the window shut behind him while he was still on the floor and three girls jumped him. He tried to fight but he wasn’t ever really good at physical fighting and three against one was too much for him so he was quickly subdued. They secured his hands together with metal handcuffs behind his back and quickly got more on his ankles. He started to scream, “ Let me go right now or I will…”
One of the girls interrupted him, “You will what, Peter. “ It was Chrissy. “You seem to think girls are so weak and boys are so much better but look at you now, you are overcome by girls and shaking with fear.”
“Yeah but three girls against one boy. I will report you all for kidnapping when I get out of here. That is what I will do or do you plan on never letting me go, what will you do with me then? Off me, have you thought about all of that? Or what?”
He waited for their response and it was clear that they hadn’t really thought it all through, nor did they think he was as quick on his feet as he was. He noticed that they realized they has someone that wasn’t all that dumb now. Jennifer had got there by now and she said, “Well you stay there while we go think about what we will do with you, Peter. And just in case you feel like screaming your head off again like a sissy, chew on this!” She shoved a one inch red ball gag in his mouth and hooked it behind his head. He wasn’t making any noise for a while as the four girls retreated into the other room. The girls walked out all confidently a few minutes later smiling. Jennifer said, “You may be right and you have the option of reporting all of this, ‘when’ you get out but you need to get out first. That can be a long time or a short time depending on how cooperative you are with us. If you are very nice with us then I will let you go tonight or else you can be here for weeks, tied up in our basement and search parties will be out looking for you, or your body. “
Of course they were right on that point, he had to be out with access to phones or his mother to report any damn thing so he nodded.
“I will let you speak if you promise not to scream like a sissy, “ Jennifer said mockingly, “If you do we can gag you with this. “ She pulled out a penis gag and laughed. They ungaged him and he said meekly, “I will comply, Jennifer if you agree to let me go tonight. I don’t want my mother to worry.”
Don’t scream now, I promise not to hurt you, peter. We are going to take your clothes off and then you will get redressed is an outfit I have already chosen, and then you will make a small video for us. After that, we will let you go.”
As he turned that idea over in his mind, it didn’t make sense. They wanted him to make a video and then they would let him go. It sounded like another setup to keep him under control and if he chose to report this. Well, he figured any video he makes he can claim rightly it was made under duress. So it would be irrelevant. He agreed to their demands and let the girls take his clothes off. After his clothes were taken off it came clear they had another problem but he didn’t know what could be the problem. The looks on the girls faces showed they didn’t like what they were seeing.
“Oh my gosh peter, This will not work at all. We have to get this icky body hair off you. Let Karen lead you to the bathroom and she will shave your body. Don’t worry she will not hurt you. I promise.”
He snorted. “Any promise by a hostage taker is suspect in my view. But I guess I don’t really have a choice. Go ahead.” He shrugged. He didn’t really know what difference his body hair would make. He figured they would make him falsely confess to something bad, like attacking Jennifer since he climbed in her room like this. Or perhaps confess his sorry to making his damable statements during his debate but something strange was going on here. His curiosity was getting the best of him and he really did want to see what these girls had cooked up for him. There was something in him that wanted to see what these girls had in mind. Peter let the girls lead him into the bathroom where Chrissie and Jennifer sprayed shaving gel on his legs and shaved the hair off. Then they did the same to his arms and what little there was on his chest. They even shaved most of his pubic area; they left just a thin vertical strip of hair on his pubic area. It was humiliating to be naked and have two girls shaving his hair off. Jennifer sneered at him, “Thank your lucky stars that I didn’t shave it into a cute little heart. Its time for a bath, now. “
He stuttered, “You didn’t say anything about a bath, why do I need a bath for?”
Jennifer retorted,” So your body is clean and your sin is soft for the video you will make for us” Jennifer smiled wickedly.
She saw his face tighten in fear and started giggling and he saw that there was no way out of this humiliating predicament unless he comply with their demands so he agreed. He saw Chrissy run a hot bath for him and then she dumped in some soft oils in it and a sweet odor filled the room. It smelled kind of like sweet roses filled up the room. He always liked the smell but not bathing it in like his sister did. But he would do that none the less. He became worried when he saw Jennifer dump a entire bottle of some heavy pinkish liquid in the bath. “What is that, Jennifer? “
“Oh this, Its filled with potent hormones to make your skin very soft Its supposed to have heavy concentration of estrogens to soak into your skin for a short while. Don’t worry, its supposed to wear off in around a month.”
She broke out in giggles at the stunned look on his face and how his jaw just hung open. Then she got stern, “Get in the bath Peter. We need you totally clean for the video.
“Okay, Okay I will take the damn bath for you girls,” He said in a voice full of worry.
He was further humiliated when Chrissy and Karen started scrubbing him and lathering him up. He hadent been bathed since he was four years old. It was coming very clear he had no power here. He was totally dependant on the mercy of these girls and they were upset at him. He resigned to it, He figured they deserved to be upset. He did make an ass out of himself so these were the consequences.
He let them put him in the sweet smelling and now very pink bath water, he found himself immersed totally in it. It felt very warm, and he felt the oils soak his skin. He also felt a strange tingling sensation all over his body. The girls started scrubbing his body and caressing his body with soap and a rag.
By the time the girls took him out, he realized that what she said about his skin was right. That bath had totally made his skin so very soft. He caressed his skin and it felt like girls skin. He also smelled so feminine. There was one uncomfortable sensation that really worried him. He felt a very strange tingling sensation in his nipples. It was almost painful. He also felt the same sensations in his hips and his crotch. But his whole body tingled strangely but it was concentrated in his chest and his crotch. He stepped out of the bath and the girls wrapped a towel around him. They dried him off as if he couldn’t dry himself. He didn’t fight them as that wouldn’t do him any good. Then he let the girls lead him into Jennifer’s bedroom, all four girls had wide smirks on their faces. Jennifer said sardonically, “It’s now time to get yourself dressed?”
He knew what they had in mind now. After the bath, shaving and the jokes that were of course, all on him, he knew exactly what they had in mind for him to wear. It had to be girls clothing or all of this preparing was irrelevant, and stupid. Jennifer was anything but stupid and the ironic part of this was, his debate was not himself. He was just doing a part in a debate. He didn’t honestly believe one word he was saying during the debate. In reality, he had a very high respect for women’s talents and strengths. But saying that during the debate would have been a bad move. But he knew they meant to dress him like a girl so it was no surprise when he was lead into the room that there was a short pink miniskirt and other articles of clothing, meant for a girl to wear. It was humiliating, and he knew why the idea of wearing this stuff infront of these girls chilled him to the bone. He hated having to do this but he probably didn’t have any choice. But another thing bothered him and he spoke up, “Jennifer did you say that all I had to do was make this dam video for you and you would let me go?”
“Um, Yes of course, Peter, “ She answered rather slow and unsure, in his opinion.
“Jennifer you don’t sound to sure of that, “ He said. “After that bath, and shaving all of my hair seems to be a lot of preparation for just one video. You will forgive me if I think you could have more in mind that you will make me stay for, “ He said tightly.
“oooh peter you don’t think we lied to you do you,” Jennifer said.
“Perhaps, it wouldn’t be the first time a hostage taker lied to their hostage to gain compliance. Any promises made by a hostage taker is of course, suspect. Criminals aren’t always honest. “
She glances back at him and said low and dangerously, “Peter have a care. We are being nice to you so far but that can change, depending on you. So try to play nice with us so we wont have to get the whip out. “
His lip trembled, “Uh, A whip, Jennifer?”
She smiled at him; it was a cruel icy smile. The smile sent shivers down his back.
They smiled, as he looked at the various articles of clothing laid out for him on her bed. He looked at the thing pink blouse and the matching miniskirt. He looked at Jennifer, “You..You want me to put ‘these’ on, their for girls, Jennifer. Please don’t make me wear this stuff,” He started to tear up.
“Peter, listen to me, “Jennifer said cruelly. “You will wear the girls clothes, like any girl would, and your name for the time being will be, Cissy. “ Then she said very sternly, “Do you understand us, Cissy or do you want to want us to get nasty. “
He looked down at the floor, humiliated and said glumly, “I understand. Please lets get this over.”
She smiled back at him; it was a easer smile this time. “Okay, Hopefully you are old enough to know how to dress yourself but if you need any help, just yell for us. I will come help you. “ She added, “ Oh, Cissy in case you have any ideas about escaping like you got in, we took the latter out of the window so don’t think about that. We wouldn’t want you to fall two stories. “
All four girls walked out of the room and waited for him to dress himself. He sifted though the various articles of girls clothing they laid out for him to wear. He knew what they all were and how to put them on. He decided that the first thing that would have to go on were the pink Victoria’s Secret satin panties, they were very sexy. Pink was the brand name of the panties and he slipped them on feeling a fear. They were very smooth bright. Then he saw the nylon stockings laid out on her bed. He sat himself on the edge of her bed only wearing the panties and carefully rolled them up his leg, careful to avoid any runs. He didn’t want Jennifer to see him in ruined nylons. He saw the garter belt laid out and he wraped it around his hips and hooked it behind him. Then, He carefully aligned the straps to his front and back and clipped them to the stockings. He looked at himself in the mirror and they were right. He felt his cheeks flush with shame but He resolved to get this over with but he knew that he couldn’t tell anyone about this, not after this video. Which he suspected was why he was making it. He would just have to forget about it all after they let him go.
He walked back over to the bed and saw the Pink matching bra laid out on her bed. He took it in his hand and slipped his arms though the straps and hooked it behind himself like nothing. He took the blouse and put it on and buttoned it up and easily slipped himself into the skirt and zipped it. The final article of clothes were the three inch stiletto heels. He put them on and walked out of the room to see Jennifer and her friends waiting. Jennifer dropped her jaw as she saw him. That was the reaction he wanted, he didn’t think she expected him to have the faintest idea how to put them on but he figured it out easy enough.
He saw Jennifer’s stunned reaction and answered her unspoken question, “What, Jennifer their just clothes and I am smart enough to know how to put clothes on. I am not an idiot. Now lets this stupid video done with so I can leave. “
She smiled back at his smartass response and said, “Well, Cissy part of the video is finished with. Lets go and see. “ They walked back into her bedroom and she clicked on her computer. She called up a video and played it back. He was stunned to see himself putting the clothes on. His jaw hung open. Oh my god, she must have had the cam working and recording all of it. Jennifer smiled sweetly at him, “Yes, Cissy. My computer had a very expensive video camera on it. It recorded you in very high detail. Thanks for the show and I do say you put the lingerie on very nicely. Almost as if you done it before. Many fifteen year old boys wouldn’t have a damn clue how to put on nylons and a garter belt most thirty year olds wouldn’t. Only unless they done it before. ”
“No, Jennifer I just know how to figure things out. It wasn’t hard to figure out.”
“Oh I agree, Cissy,” Jennifer chimed easily. “But it does take practice no one can do it the first time that easy as you did. By yourself we expected it to take around three hours at least or you would call me to help you. But lets get on with it. “
After being kidnapped, held a hostage, tricked, recorded and humiliated did he realize that he didn’t have too many options with these girls and he let the girls lead him into their living room. Jennifer kept commenting about how well he walked wearing the stiletto heels. He didn’t really have any retort for that as he did have to admit to himself, he did know a lot about feminine ways and dressing. But he would be damned if he would admit it to these kidnappers. He had his secrets and he intended on keeping them from these girls.
Jennifer finally had him in the living room and she told him, “We will let you go after this video. All you have to do is sit there sweetly, say this to the video camera and follow the script. That’s all and we will let you go.”
Jennifer handed him a paper and he read it. He looked Jennifer right in the eyes and said, “No you wont. After I make this bogus confession to you, I seriously doubt you have any intention of releasing me after I give you this to use against me.”
The look on Jennifer’s face told him that his assessment of the situation was correct. She didn’t try to deny it and the stunned look on her face said everything he needed to know but he he figured if all Jennifer planned on doing was dressing him, it really wasn’t much to complain about. He faced the video recorder, he curtseyed as instructed at the top of the page. He smiled into the camera with the bright red lipstick they put on his lips, and started the long speech that was written on the paper.
“Hello, you may remember me from the things I said when I debated about women’s rights and feminism pretending to be named Peter but I am really Cissy. I know I angered a lot of girls with what I said and I apologize. My only defense is that I had to say those things to defend my secret. I act like a macho jerk because I love to dress in slutty clothes, look like a tramp and feel womanly. I must hide that secret with a façade of machoness. I love the feel of women’s clothes, silk, satin, lingerie, dresses and skirts. I hate wearing ugly boys clothes.” He lifted his skirt to show the Pink satin panties he was wearing,” I would love to go the prom wearing the most beautiful prom gown and go with a handsome strong man. I love being a girl more than a boy.”
He blew a girlish kiss to the camera and they shut it off. After that, he was too stunned to speak. Even though they couldn’t have known about his dressing and stuff, they made him do it only to humiliate him, that Video was too close to the truth for any comfort. Actually, he thought, the joke was all on them.
The made him repeat the speech several more times before they were satisfied he was good. Jennifer stood infront of him, “That was very good, Cissy and now it is time for you to repent for your inexcusable behavor today at school. A very nasty boy named Peter said a lot of awful things and you are blamed for it. My parents are gone for the weekend so that means you’re going to learn what its like to be a girl for us beginning right now, just like you said in your cute little performance. You're off to a good start, but we've just scratched the surface. We have a lot to teach you this weekend. We'll help you out, but if you don't satisfy us you'll receive demerits, and you'll be punished if too many accumulate. Do you understand?"
Peter thought it over as the enormity of it all sunk it. He had to admit it wasn’t unexpected at all, “I expected you to go back on your word so I understand. All weekend, huh? I have to be a girl for you all. That shouldn’t be too hard and as I am your hostage, I don’t have much of a choice. But now, Jennifer I am going to warn you. I am agreeing to this because I don’t have much of a choice, and dressing in girls stuff isn’t so bad. I can be a girl for you but, I must warn you, don’t push this thing too far. If you hurt me, If you go to far where it isn’t worth the pain to keep the recording private, I will go to the police when ever I get a chance to get out of here. I will do what you want until or unless I decide you are going to far. “
He hoped that would sink in but he had a gut feeling that they would take it to far. Sally confirmed his suspicion. She crowded him, “Cissy, You have no authority here. You don’t have any bargaining position. You will follow our directions or else. “
“You better take us seriously, Cissy, “ Chrissy joined in, “Can you imagine the school seeing macho man Peter admitting to being a sissy?”
“Great, Cissy. And for the weekend you will be my sister. “
‘Well, this should be fun,’ He thought sourly to himself. He hoped some of it would be fun. At the very least, he had a good excuse to wear some very beautiful clothes
Jennifer decided that since he had to spend the weekend with them that he would have to make arrangements with his mother so she told him to call his house and get her to let him stay over.
Peter knew there was hope to get out of this because there was no way he would let him stay a weekend at a girls house. She rarly agreed to let him stay a night with his friends and she always grilled him with questions about who he was staying with, what were his parents number so she could check up on things, where was the place at, where would they be going. The few times he tried to lie to his mother to stay at another place she always figured it out. There was no way she would let this go though so he dialed his mothers number and she picked it up, “Hello?”
“Hi, Mom, I need to ask you a question?”
“Yes, hon anything. What do you need?”
“Well I am staying at my friends place and I want to spend the weekend with him. Is that Okay with you?”
“Sure Peter. Just this once, I will let you.”
'What the hell?’ He though. This was way to easy she never did this and his mother added, “You are getting older and I am going to trust you, but don’t let me down, Okay, Peter?”
“Yeah, Mom.” He let a hint of suspicion lace his voice. “I wont let you down. “
“Good, “ She told him. “Have a good weekend.” She hung up and he was stuck staying with his four captures.
He ran though that conversation though his mind several times and it didn’t make sense. She never let him stay anywhere a night without knowing exactly where he was and who she could call to check up on the details he gave her. Either, she was slipping which wasn’t likely. Or she was in on this which was more likely but that didn’t usually fit her either. She never was cruel, or malicious. Something was seriously fishy here and he resolved to figure it out.
He sat on a sofa while the four girls made a small circle and talked among themselves for a few minutes. After a few minutes, Jennifer said 'OK' and approached him, “Cissy we have made a few decisions here. Karen here is going to help you on a few pointers on being a convincing girl. Not a boy pretending but we want you to pass convincingly. We intend on taking you out tomorrow, for a shopping trip, get your hair done and ears pierced and such, so you need to be able to fit in totally, as a girl. For the rest of tonight, Karen will drill you on the mannerisms of being a girl. Do you understand?”
He nodded and she suddenly slapped him hard. He shouted, “Owe what the hell, Jennifer!”
She slapped him again, “Don’t ever raise your voice to me, Cissy. When I ask you a question, you answer respectfully, Say, Yes, Miss Jennifer! Now, I repeat, do you understand?”
“Yes, Miss Jennifer.” He said, tears rolling down his cheeks. That hurt. “
“Good, “ she said. “You have five demerits for that outburst. You will need a punishment for that. Karen is getting the riding crop. Ten swats for that. “
He knew better than to say anything now. He just looked at Jennifer, stunned and fearful. Karen came back into the room holding a leather riding crop. Jennifer pointed at her, “Its time, Cissy. Go to her and lean over her knee. Don’t make this difficult or you will need more. “
He slowly shuffled over to the sitting girl and she pulled him over her knee. She said, “Don’t make the other girls have to hold you down,” she threatened. Karen pulled his miniskirt up and started hitting him. The first two blows were rather light but still stung. Then they started getting harder and he cried out. By the sixth blow, he knew it was her full power and it really hurt. The last four blows were full power and she shoved him off. She said, “Now you will think before you answer us, wont you, Cissy?”
“Yes, Miss Karen.” He looked up fearfully in here eyes, and he just saw cruelty within her. There was no compassion in this girl like he saw in Jennifer. Jennifer really wanted to teach him something. But Karen was just cruel. She seemed to enjoy humiliating people, but Jennifer was different. She was humiliating him, sure enough, but he could see it in her eyes, and by the way she treated him that she wanted to teach him something about girls.
The other girls stayed nearby as Karen quickly took control of the situation. Her voice had serious overtones of command when she spoke now and he found himself moving toward her when she said to before he knew his feet was moving. “Come to me, Cissy and listen good.”
He stood infront of her submissively as she spoke, “When I give you a command, you need to follow it immediately. I will not allow you to question anything and if you question me, or you are too slow to comply that will be a demerit. Do you understand me, Cissy?”
“Yes, Miss Karen. I understand you,” He answered her promptly with his voice laced with a hint of fear.
“That is very good, Cissy. Lets go into Jennifer’s room again and get you redressed for tonight. I want you wearing something that is more appropriate for serving your Mistresses. I don’t my submissive looking like a total slut,” She told him. “At least not until it’s the right time, “ She added laughing.
“Yes, Miss Karen. “ He turned and started toward Jennifer’s bedroom. He thought to himself about how humiliating this entire thing was. Jennifer waited until he got though the door to start talking to Karen, “Karen, what do you have in mind?”
“I know that you have many neat outfits. Last year you brought a cute little French maids outfit for a Halloween party. You also have a school girls outfit, and you are part of the cheerleading squad. Can you let Peter borrow your maids outfit for tonight?”
He expected as much from her and he just watched watch them. He felt something weird stir in him at the idea of wearing acute French maids outfit.
Jennifer said, “Sure, but he will have to keep everything that he wears. I don’t want it back after he wore it. I mean, come on Karen, how can I put it back on after its been on a boys body? Ewww.”
The other girls all agreed and that was good until Jennifer looked at him, “But that means I will expect you to some how pay me back for the clothes I gave you.” Perhaps she sensed his delight.
“Jennifer, You cant mean you expect me to pay for clothes your forcing me to wear?”
Karen chimed in, “That’s another demerit, Cissy. I warned you not to question the Mistresses. Now you apologize for Jennifer!”
He turned to face Jennifer and said politely, “I am sorry, Miss Jennifer please forgive me.”
“You are forgiven, Cissy. I do expect you to pay back. We will be thinking of something, “ she turned to go though her closet and she picked out the pretty black satin maids outfit and the fluffy white apron and cap. “Here you go, Cissy. Take off your other clothes and put these on. I expect you to be out and ready for Miss Karen’s instruction. Oh and keep that outfit. And the skirt you’re wearing too. It looks great on you.” She laughed as the girls walked out.
He took off his clothes quickly and laid them on her bed and started putting the black minidress on when something caught him. He went to the mirror and studied his chest more closely. It felt almost painful now and he rubbed his fingers under his bra cup on his nipple. Ouch, it was sore and there was a strange sort of tingling and soreness. That was weird but he went back and slid the dress on. He wrapped the apron around him and looked at himself in the mirror. He did look cute. He noticed the computers camera was recording him again and that was to be expected. They got another free show that he didn’t want anyone else to see. He was about to walk out when Karen came in and looked at him. He thought she was going to fall over laughing.
He struggled to keep his composer but it was hard. He though he looked good and kept walking out. He saw Jennifer and approached her, curtsied, “Miss Jennifer.” He smiled brightly at her too.
That was the last reaction she expected from Peter. She was caught off guard but quickly covered herself, “Well hello again, Cissy. I dare say you look extremely girlish in that outfit. I hope you can withstand Karen’s instructions for tonight. If you don’t, she will know what to do. You need to prepare for this evening. It will be a very fulfilling experience. “ She smiled widely at him. “Very filling.”
He just looked at her foggy, trying to figure out what she meant.
She saw it and told him, “Lets go, silly. Karen is waiting to teach you how to be a proper girl and I don’t want you to disappoint her. “ They all walked to the living room again where Karen was waiting for him. She reprimanded him promptly, “Cissy from now on you must behave as a girl. That means that walk will have to change. So go back into my bedroom and try walking here again. Make sure you take shorter steps, move your feet to sway your body as you walk. Pretend you are on a catwalk and your making overly exaggerated gestures to please the crowd. “
She pursed her lips a little, looking at his chest area. She said, “I think you need a little more in that area to make you look ever more feminine. “ She reached in a bag she was carrying and pulled out two jiggly and very realistic looking silicone breast forms. She looked at his stunned face and said, “These will do the job.” She walked over to him and slipped one in each of his bra cups.
He walked back to her bedroom, frowning. He didn’t know that being a girl was so hard. He made it back trying to do what Karen said. By the time he was infront of the girls again, he thought he had this walking thing down. He saw their expressions and it was clear he really did. Karen said, “My, my, Cissy. You must have born to be a princess. Just for practice go back and do it again for us. You are so cute.”
He knew they were just humiliating him but what could he do but walk over and back to them. This time, Karen followed him making comments to humiliate and degrade him. Like, “Move your butt more, Keep your head still, Wiggle your butt, one day you may have a boyfriend that likes it. “
She told him a little later, “And be proud of your breasts, stick them out like you are proud of them. Boys will love them” He just shuttered at that thought. He did the walk for the gigging mocking girls ten more times before they finally switched gears.
Karen with her hands on her hips said, “I think you have got that part down great so now its time for you to learn other tasks. I want you to learn how to gracefully sit down in a chair properly like a well brought up young lady. “
With that said they made him stand up and sit down as he smoothed his dress under him over and over again. It was exhausting and he had that down already. He knew they just liked watching a boy they had control over do girlish tasks under the direction of this horrible girl Karen. By this time they had given him twenty demerits.
“The next lesson is sexual education, Cissy. Miss Jennifer is getting the items that you will need and then, you will learn more about a females anatomy. “ Jennifer walked out of the living room and came back holding four large penis looking things. Karen told him, “Those are called vibraters, Cissy. I will teach you how to use the them to give your Mistress pleasure. “ That wasn’t how he envisioned his first time with a girl.
All four girls slowly undressed in front of him and told him to kneel down infront of the undressing girls. He had always wanted to see girls undressed in real life but this wasn’t the way he wanted to: humiliated, feminized, totally under the girls control and about to be further humiliated by them.
Peter slowly kneeled down infront of Jennifer. She was looking straight down into her eyes and her face slowly formed into a wide smile. “Cissy, This is my vagina. Have you ever seen one before in real life?”
He shook his head, “No, Miss Jennifer. “
“That’s good, “ She told him. “This will be your first time seeing one. Lean forward and look at my vagina real close. “ He leaned forward until his face was inches from her bushy coarse hair. He couldn’t help smelling the musky odor emanating from between her legs. “That is a vagina, Cissy. That is part of a girl’s body that boys have various rude names for, like cunts. You never used that word while you were Peter, have you?”
“No, Miss Jennifer, never. “ He shook his head wondering what they would do if he admitted the truth.
Jennifer grabbed his ears and pulled his head even closer till her hair was tickling his nose. Her odor was overwhelming. Each of the girls proceeded to force him to examine them in turn.
Jennifer picked one of the vibraters off the floor and said, “I’ll bet that you have never used a vibrater before, have you, Cissy?”
“Oh, I don’t know, “Joined in Sally, “She probably used vibraters all the time!”
The girls busted out laughing as Jennifer placed a vibrater into Peters hand. He took it fearfully as if it was a snake. Jennifer told the humiliated boy, “Cissy, darling, this takes some practice so I want you to turn the vibrater on and slide it slowly into my vagina. “ She pulled him in real close by the ears so he got a really close view as he slid the vibrater into her. “In and out real slow, Cissy.” She moaned. "Wiggle it around a little. That's it. Oh.....oh.....what a good Sissy you are, Cissy.”
Meanwhile, Karen took another Vibrater while Sally raised Peters skirt and panties. Jennifer maintained her grip on Prissy's ears, as Karen slowly pushed vibrating vibrater into Peter from behind the boy. He grunted and squirmed but Jennifer maintained her grip on Peter so he couldn’t get away. Jennifer squeezed his ears hard and he got the message. He resumed manipulating his movements on the vibrater he was holding as Karen repeated identical maneuvers on him.
Chrissy took another vibrater and she squeezed next to Jennifer as she placed it in Cissy's free hand. Soon he was pleasuring both girls with the vibraters, while Karen continued to push and pull one in and out of his buttock. It was one of the most degrading moments of his life and he couldn’t help but start crying. It really did feel like rape. They may not have known it but they had went way too far.
As Jennifer and Chrissy began to moan in unison, Sally reached under Cissy's skirt and wrapped her fingers around his erect penis, softly and slowly rubbing it through his panties. “Are you enjoying your lesson, Cissy,” She asked the violated boy as her hand was on his penis. “ Do you feel like a real girl now?”
He felt like saying he felt raped but he thought that may have been unwise. girls grunted and cried out, reaching a simultaneous orgasm. Just was He was about to have his orgasm, Sally suddenly stopped leaving him feel frustrated and hurt. "Oh no, Cissy dear", she chided. "You have to wait your turn."
Jennifer and Chrissy switched places with Sally and Karen, and the entire routine was repeated until they too had reached their orgasms while standing within inches of Cissy's face. His face glistened at the fluid from the girls bodys. He smelled and felt very violated.
All four satisfied girls sat feet away from Peter looking back at him. He was trying to stifle back tears as Jennifer told him to jerk off, ” I want you to tell us how much you're enjoying your lessons as a sissy, Cissy!"
“No, I wont do that. I have no desire to jerk off after you raped me with those vibrating devices.” He glared a look of pure hatred at the two vile rapists. The look had so much potent hatred in it that it frightened the two girls speechless.
Jennifer shrugged her shoulders and said, “Fine suit yourself. You will go to sleep tonight and we will think of an extra humiliating activity for you tomorrow. Karen will walk to your room, Cissy.
Karen took his hand and lead him into one of the bedrooms beside Jennifer’s room. He head the door’s lock click after she walked out and he laid down knowing there was no way out of this. The femininity wasn’t all bad but the girls were taking this thing way too far.
The lessons went from a simple dressing and playing dressup which he was all for and looked forward to but, It went from that to sexual assault and rape. He was no longer looking forward to any of it. He just wondered with dread what they were planning for him tomorrow.
It was late and the four girls were giggling around the fifteen-year-old boy wearing a pink silk nighty and panties, sitting in a pink Barbie sleeping bag that they set on the floor for him. It was really humiliating and the sexy girlish thing he was wearing and the humiliating aspect aroused him. He couldn’t stop himself from just loving the pink nighty.
His arousal was evident and Karen admonished him, “That isn’t feminine at all, Cissy and we will have to do something about that tomorrow before you go shopping with us.”
His quivering small voice said, “Shopping, Miss Karen?”
“Yes,” she beamed gleefully. “You have to go shopping tomorrow to buy a dress for the prom Saturday night. You know, the junior and senior prom. You are going to choose a dress to wear. You are also going to a salon to get your hair and nails done. We also need to get your ears pierced. We have a long day so get some rest. Oh I almost forgot you need a bath. You are very dirty.”
That much was true. He did feel very filthy after what he went though. Karen took his hand and lead him into the bathroom. She ran his bath water again putting the same Avon oils in and that strange smelly pink liquid ooze. She put twice as much in, two full bottles of it and he got in. It felt good and he scrubbed his skin hard trying to get that awful filth feeling off him, but it refused to leave him entirely. That dirty feeling never left him.
He sat in the bath soaking up the water and other things feeling filthy. He tried to make it go away but it woujldnt. Karen came back in to see Peters eyes filling up, long wet trails streaming down his eyes as he cried. Karen was stunned, “Cissy, why are you crying?”
He glared at her, “I feel filthy and used and you did it to me. I cant help it, I scrubbed and scrubbed but the feeling wont go away,” each word lashed out hatefully accusingly.
She moved her head in closer to his ear, “I am sorry, Peter. We have two more days left and I promise I wont hurt you anymore like that. Lets get you dried off and ready for bed. Tomorrow will be much better because I know you like the dressing part. You can’t hide that from me. “ She let a warm smile out as she helped him out of the bath and dried off him. He felt the strange tingles again that were consentrated in his chest, right under his nipples. He looked down and suddenly, ‘Oh my god, Karen what is happening. Its like my nipples have swelled what is that pushing my nipples out. “
She looked down at his chest and let out a slight giggle, “That’s neat, it looks like that stuff actually works. Don’t you remember that pink liquid that I told you was extremely concentrated estrogen hormones. You are a smart girl, you should know what that does. You went to biology with me.”
He looked at his chest for a few long seconds going though it in his mind. Then suddenly he looked at her and shrugged his shoulders saying, “Oh, that’s nothing. Thanks, Karen.” He smiled sweetly at her back. It was a big thing but not in the way the girls planed and he enjoyed seeing her faulter. The thanks was the last thing she expected. His mind whirled around this and his new buds under his chest was one thing that was taken care off and he used to wonder how he would ever do it on his own. He even though of trying to buy some pills from the pharmacy before but he wasn’t sure if he could, if he did how he would explain it to his parents but, this was perfect. This didn’t need much explaining. He was a hostage, perfect excuse. They would just have to live with it.
Karen finally lead to the sleeping bag that was laid out for him, he snuggled in and cradled his pillow. The girls started falling asleep around him as he drifted off.
He was always an early riser. The suns beams flowing though the window woke up him and he stole a quick glance at the clock. It was 6:25 so he was started waking slowly. The girls around him kept snoring as the morning rays brightened the girlish room. He silently waited for them to wake as he though of all that happened last night and all said, most of it was new but he liked this. But, the rape ruined that. He still felt dirty and used.
He looked over his body and ran his hands down his chest and the very noticeable swell stopped him. He felt his chest and where there should be flat muscular, there were two very squeeze soft mounds. He peeled his sleeping back and looked at them. There was no mistake now. They were very feminine breasts. They were impossible to hide, wherever we went, there was no way to hide it. He would have to change his life now.
He was thinking of this and examining his body when the girls around him started to move, Jennifer yawn loudly and stretch her arms out as he was looking at his body. Other parts of him had noticeably shrunk and some other parts of him seem to have grew. He noticed his penis has shrunk some, but his hips seemed to have grew more fat around. What the heck had they put in that water?
He had made a firm decision by the time Jennifer woke the other girls, “Hey wake up. Its seven thirty. We need to get ready for shopping. Cissy, Wake up girl.’
He couldn’t help but laugh at what she said. He may as well consider himself a girl now but he didn’t like Cissy. ‘She’ would think of something else.
Cissy slowly stood up and Jennifer gasped when she saw what had happened to former boy. She cursed, “Holy shit, look at Cissy, girls. Oh my god”
The girls all stood up quickly and gathered around the newest member the female gender.
They ran their hands up and down her new body gasping, ooing and giggling. Cissy felt aroused and also happy but a little like a science experiment. The girls squeezed her new breasts, fully examined them and other parts, they ran their hands around her new very round hips and her butt. They all giggled at the girls hips. Jennifer ran into the other room and quickly ran back with a tape measure. She wrapped it around her breasts and then right under them and quickly took down the numbers. “Wow, Cissy. It looks like you are a 28A. Remember that Karen when we get her bras now measure her hips so we can get her matching panties. ‘
“Miss Jennifer, how much will my breasts grow, do you know how fast?”
She saw Jennifer purse her lips together in thinking and she said evenly, “Well the solution said if used regularly that it should stimulate feminine growth. After A, it should grow another full cup size in a month and then how ever big your biology determines. Naturally, you will be like your mothers cup size. “
Cissy just nodded and accepted it
“That reminds me, Cissy,” Jennifer added. “You will need one of those baths in the morning and night. Did you take one last night?”
“Yes, Miss Jennifer. Miss Karen ran one for me last night. She put two of those bottles of pink ooze in for me.” Cissy bubbled it out cheerfully.
How ever it was clear that Jennifer was upset about that by the way her forehead crinkled and her eyes narrowed.
Cissy faultered, “Um did I say something wrong, Miss Jennifer?”
“No, nothing you said. Karen can we have a word outside, right now”
They went out of the room and she heard yelling. Cissy couldn’t be sure what was being said but it scared her that the girls were fighting.
They walked back in the room and Jennifer reminded Karen, “Remember, Karen. Those bottles aren’t cheap and we cant use them all at once. And also, they are very potent so we don’t want to overload Cissys body and cause her to get blood poisoning from the estrogen. Give her another bath and use ‘one’ bottle of it only, just one. Get to it.”
She clearly looked unhappy to Cissy and that in turn made her unhappy and somehow responsible for this.
It took less than an hour to bath their new girl and get her all dressed and made up for her first outing as a girl. Before she had Cissy dress up she laid out a strange thing. Karen told her it was a gaff for her to wear so there would be no budge and Karen pulled it up on him. Once she had the purple satin bikini panties on did Cissy realize that she did look like a girl now and it hid everything good. She didn’t need the silicone breastforms now because of her new growth overnight so she wrapped the new bra Karen gave her. It was a beautiful silky bra with shiny firm cups on the front and a neat little flower in the center. The cups were embroidered with beautiful designs.
Karen made her wear a bright purple jean miniskirt and matching purple thin blouse. Karen laid out black thigh high stockings. The final item were Karen’s four-inch stilettos she slid on her own feet and posed herself in front of the mirror as Karen carefully applied makeup on her. She also took the time to pluck her eyebrows in pretty thin arches.
Karen pulled her close and warned her, “We are going out today, in public so don’t try to make a scene or get away. We could easily out you as a boy and that could end up bad for you if you know what I mean. This town is full of Christian crazy’s that preach their book around and attack homosexuals. We know you are all girl but they wont see it that way. “
Cissy swallowed and nodded, “Yes, Miss Karen I promise I will be a good girl for you today.” She was scared now and her promise was real. There would be enough times for reparations later but for now she would just try to survive this weekend.
Karen, Jennifer and Chrissy got into one car with Cissy and Jennifer in the back seat. Sally followed in her own car and they drove over to the mall. Cissy resolved herself to do her best to give no indication that she was born as a boy. She would be as girlish as possible. She knew what she had to do when the car stopped in the parking lot and the girls got out. Karen helped Cissy get out and she helped her walk down the parking lot wearing the tiny spike heels on her feet and after a few steps, she seemed to pick it up easily.
Karen and Jennifer stole amazed looks at how confidently and good Cissy walked to the mall with the girls, as if she was just like the other girls. Jennifer knew no one would think that this was actually really a boy walking with them. She looked just as girlike as Jennifer herself. She giggled privately to herself as they walked though the large glass doors into the mall. They strolled passed a group of leering boys just grouped in the corner looking at the girls and making rude comments.
One of the blond headed teenaged boys neereast to Cissy put his hand on her ass and moved into her as she walked passed. He was squeezing and moving his hand around, “hey honny you like that.”
Cissy was afraid to act against this in fear of revealing herself. The other girls just stood back giggling for a few long seconds. Actually it must have been around a full minute before Jennifer told him, “Brad knock it off. My niece needs a dress so let her go you perv!”
“Ok, Ok Jenny fine. “ He let her go and made a kiss face as she walked away.”
She glared at Karen and the other girls, “I cant believe you just stood there laughing. “
Karen shrugged, “Oh that’s nothing. Its part of being a girl and it happens to all of us at least once. Usually, a well placed knee stops them. I will have to show you how to do that, Cissy.”
These girls were really disturbed, in Cissys opinion and they seemed to revel in her humiliations, even to the point of just watching a sexual assault and gigging. She was angry now as they walked down to a dress store.
They walked Cissy into the store, ‘The Little Miss Gown Shop.” Cissy was Ushered inside where there were dresses and gowns of all styles and descriptions. She let a slight smile spread across her face as she examined them. There were many other girls there with their moms picking out dresses at the last minute for the prom. The girls started looking for a dress for Cissy and rushing up to her holding various gowns for her to go and try on. She looked at each of them and went over to see for herself. There wasn’t any dress below three hundred dollars in the entire store. Where were these girls going to get the money to get a dress for her, they were around her own age. And, if they did have three hundred to spend, why would they spend it on her? Weren’t they mad at her? None of this made any sense, unless they wasn’t going to spend any of their own but then the question begs to be asked, who was spending the money and there was only one logical
answer to that. There was only one person who would be willing to spend their money on her, her own parents. Her mother must be behind this.
As she walked along the walls of gowns one did catch her eye, it was a beautiful red gown that hung on one shoulder and had a empire waist, low neckline. It was gorgeous and she couldn’t help but want it.
As she looked at it, Jennifer pulled her away and was holding a ridiculous fluffy dress, it had pick pink chiffon and lace ruffles. No teen girl since the nineteen fifties or sixties would dare wear it to any prom but they liked it for her. She looked at the tag, “four hundred and seventy five dollars, Jennifer where are you going to get that, and for me, why thank you but I would rather have that red dress in the corner with a empire waist. “
She enjoyed Jennifer’s stunned reaction to that. Poor girl couldn’t keep up with the surprises.
As the four girls were conversing with Cissy, another girl walked up to the group. It was Suzie, his girlfriend but he guessed she wasn’t anymore, and it was strange timing. He figured unlikely but he was so embarrassed he wished that he could sink into a hole right then.
“Hi Suzie, what brings you here today,” Asked Jennifer.
‘Yeah right, as if that question needs to be asked,’ thought Cissy sourly. He was willing to bet everyone there knew exactly why she was here, someone must have arranged that.
Jennifer added, “I thought you were going to the prom with Peter, and already had your dress?" Jennifer looked back smiling at Cissy.
"That lousy little shit! After the debate yesterday I was so mad I went home and tore the damn thing to shreds. Somebody ought to castrate that asshole! I haven't been able to reach him since then, but I don't care. You couldn't pay me enough money to show up at the Prom with him", she fumed. "Anyway, I have a new date. Hank Meyers asked me to go with him.
Jennifer turned to Cissy and said, “I’d like you to meet my cousin Cissy. She's in town for the weekend, and we're here to get her a dress so she can come to the Prom too." Cissy reached out her hand to limply shake Susie's in greeting, his cheeks blushing rosily at having to appear in a dress before his former girlfriend. She tried to avoid any eye contact with her that might reveal his true identity.
Cissy noticed that Suzie had a sly look on her face as if she knew already. She was smiling. He had no doubt now. As the girls went back to picking out a dress they were quietly conversing with Suzie about something and She was willing to bet it was some new way to humiliate her. Well, there were ways to put a stop to that so she marched over to the girls, struggling with her mountains of silly lace skirts covering her legs, “Um excuse me Suzie can I talk with you privately please, I would really like a word with you.” She said in a perfectly female voice that gave nothing away.
Her eye flickered and said, “Fine, Cissy.” Cissy saw her stifle a giggle and she took Suzie’s hand firmly and took her outside of the store.
Once they were out, Cissys eyes hardened and she said in a boy voice, “Lets cut though the crap, Suzie, do you think I am an idiot?”
Suzie’s stunned reaction gave Cissy room to continue, “I think we both know who I am, I saw your recognition of me and I would like to say, That was not me at the debate. Well, it was me but I didn’t believe anything I said. That was a part I had to play to get a grade. If it upset you, I am sorry but this is me. You need to know that I played the overly macho jerk because in reality I am a transgendered. This silliness has made me choose to come out after this ends. That you have chosen to end our relationship over something that stupid saddens me but fine, if your such a asshole then I don’t want you either. This game is over and you are leaving this store. “
It was Cissys time to smile as Suzie left in a huff. She returned to the store to see Jennifer glowering, “Cissy, why did Suzie leave?”
“Well Jennifer you see, It was no longer fun for her so I told the bitch to take a hike. If you want me to wear that retarded chiffon dress that is fit for five year olds or girls from the nineteen fifties then I guess I will. But I must wonder where in hell you have four hundred dollars, and why would are spending such a considerable sum, on me?” Her voice was laced with sarcasm.
They picked the silly dress out and went to the casher. After confirming prior arrangements for the dress, they left the store. Of course, Cissy knew exactly what was going on tonight. Jennifer led the group to several other stores to purchase accessories, including matching pink 4 1/2 inch heels, pink lace fingerless gloves, a pink satin clutch purse, and jewelry.
Then the girls lead Cissy to an earring booth where she silently let the girls choose pretty golden stud earrings and she let the woman pierce her ears. She figured it needed to be done so it was better now than later.
Then it was time for the hair due so they took Cissy to a salon, Jennifer told the woman that they wanted to give her cousin a hair extensions.
She sat Cissy down and started doing her hair. All the while, making sarcastic comments to her. It was all very strange and for a while she didn’t understand what was up until the woman said quietly ‘show me some smiled or I will out you to everyone here, boy.”
Cissy figured this must be one of Jennifer’s friends. She thought for a while enduring her comments.
Finally fed up with this stupid game, Cissy said, “You and I both know you cant unmask me, Carol. “ Cissy whispered in the woman’s ear. “Your business would never survive if your sideline came out to these upstanding people. How about we call a truce, I don’t unmask ‘you’ and you cut out the Don Rickles routine when you have me in your salon chair. Okay?"
The rest of the hair due was uneventful and she was back in the car driving home. It was late in the afternoon when Cissy was back at Jennifer’s preparing for the prom. More recordings of Cissy modeling her new dress was taken. Her makeup was more dramatic than ever and she looked in the mirror. She decided she looked like a saloon girl from the eighteen sixties now. It was just crazy. She thought she looked like Kitty from Gunsmoke.
As they approached the gymnasium, She heard Jennifer and Karen making sarcastic comment about comments She herself made during the debate. She was really scared, She had never thought she would ever be able to attend the prom as a girl, but she really wanted to.
She was pleased that Suzie was no where to be seen. Jennifer said, “My, Cissy you must have really did a number on her to make her avoid this. I will have to have a talk with her when this is over. She knew she was out of place and it was likely the entire damn crowd knew who she really was. What other girl would dress this way with overly dramatic makeup like she was wearing. Either that, or the other girls thought perhaps she was mentally inept in some way. Jennifer was greeted by a group of other girls that were just gushing over Cissy. She figured all of the girls at least knew since they were paying such attention over her and trying to set her up with various boys.
“Come on, Cissy, “ One of the girls asked her, “Which boy here would you want to dance with. Which one do you think is the cutest.
He scoped the room out not really wanting to pick anyone. This was pretty dangerous and he said, “I don’t really know, why don’t you pick one out, Crystal. I bet you girls have someone picked out that probably knew, is gay and willing because you know if you set me up with someone that doesn’t know and he finds out, it could get ugly, and violent. “ Cissy looked into the other girls eyes hard.
She shrank back away from her but they did have someone picked out Jennifer and Karen both led Cissy onto the floor to meet a guy they had set up. It was Tom Fredericks, the linebacker of the schools football team. She giggled slightly, who would have ever known he was gay and willing to date a transgender.
“Tom, I’d like you to meet Cissy, Jennifer’s cousin. She's a guest here tonight, and was just telling all us girls how cute she thinks you look"
His eyes flickered to her and said, “You are pretty cute yourself, babe. “
Cissy groaned inwardly, ‘As if you don’t know Tom, ‘ She though to herself.
Karen said, “Why don’t you two get to know each other. “ Then she quickly left the two together. Tom took her and started dancing but Cissy wasn’t too preoccupied to notice the group of girls laughing uproariously in the back.
Tom had her inhand and they were twirling around on the dance floor. But the mood soon changed and they were slow dancing cheek to cheek, their bodies pressed together. Cissy had to put her arms around toms large neck so they could press their bodies together tightly. Cissy was held helplessly in his arms as he twirled in his arms, her eyes caught Jennifer’s as the other smiled and lifted a video recorder. She winked at Cissy.
Cissy couldn’t get rid of Tom. For the rest of the night he was at her side. During brakes, between dances he was at her side holding her hand or with his arm around her clenched waist. She had dances with a few other boys during the night but Tom insisted on dancing most of the dances with her. When Tom and her were voted prom prince and princess, the crowd went wild, especially Jennifer and her group.
Cissy was required to tour the entire gym on toms arm as prom princess. It was amazing and also scary. Somehow she had steeled herself to mince around the gym waving her gloved hand like a beauty queen for the crowd.
At the end she had to dance with tom for the last dance of the night and then Tom insisted on driving Cissy home. Jennifer laughed and said, “Done be late, Cissy.”
Jennifer saw the hours pass and she became more and more worried when Cissy didn’t come home. The hours passed slowly and Cissy still had not came home.
Two hours passed and nothing.
By the time the fourth hour passed, Jennifer was certain that something had gone terribly wrong with the date. She expected there to be sex, and she was sure Cissy wouldn’t willingly comply. But she expected there to be forced or coerced sex and then he would be satisfied and bring a humiliated and degraded Cissy home.
By the fifth hour, she was pacing the room and was extremely worried. She had terrible imaged of Cissy either beaten dead or she was in the hospital talking to the police.
Therefore she wasn’t at all relieved when a car pulled into their driveway. She knew immediately that it wasn’t toms’ car. She saw Cissy get out of the car with a little trouble and walk up the driveway.
What she saw when Cissy came though the door shocked and horrified her. Cissy limped though the door and she saw Cissy was totally battered. Her lip was cut badly, she had horrible black bruises on her face and arms. One eye was swollen totally shut and it looked like she had stitched on her forehead. She felt bad for what she set Cissy up for, it wasn’t this but she knew it was her fault.
But something else was Cissy had obviously been to the hospital which meant questions were asked and she probably told the truth. That meant the game was over and all of them were in very deep shit. But, Jennifer decided, It was for the best. She deserved it after this catastrophe.
Cissy limped into the living room weakly, Jennifer ran over to her to help. She helped Cissy sit into the sofa.
Owe, Jennifer take it easy,” Said Cissy very weakly. “Tom broke a few of my ribs when he found out.”
“Oh,” answered Jennifer. “I am sorry. You need to take it easy. “
Jennifer felt Cissy brase herself for something. Then she said, “Jennifer, wake the other girls up please, this thing is over now. I need to say something to them all.”
“Okay, Cissy. I am sorry about this and never meant for this to happen.”
“The hell you didn’t, Jennifer,” Cissy spat out with as much contempt she could in her battered state. “I know you meant for Tom to rape me but you figured he wouldn’t do this when he found out. “
“I didn’t, Cissy. I guess in hindsight I should have guessed. Testostrone filled teenage athletes can be very dangerous. This was a retarded plan and im sorry. “
Cissy tried to snort and said, “Save your sorrys’ they don’t mean a thing now. But you can help make this thing right. Can you do something for me and I promise I will put a good word in for you when the shit really hits the fan. I promise.”
Jennifer nodded, “Sure, anything. I owe you. What?”
“Can you call my mother, I need to speak to her too.”
“Sure, I will” Jennifer said evenly. After this, she was sure her mother deserved to pay. She had an idea what was going on and Jennifer wasn’t going to lift a finger to stop it. She was pissed off now.
Everyone was in the main living room facing Cissy within fifteen minutes. Even her own mother was there waiting.
Cissy decided to start the thing off, “Hello mother. I hope that you are happy with this. I know it was you behind this thing. I hope you can guess what went on tonight?”
“What happened, Peter. I really don’t know what you are talking about! I thought you were out with your friend tonight. Are you gay now?”
The careless way her mother spoke now really stabed deep. It was as if she didn’t give a damn about Cissy at all. She had always been hateful and manipulative but this took the cake. Cissy was here, obviously battered badly and her mother can just talk about this as if its nothing. Cissy started to wonder if her mother loved her at all. She spoke up more harshly now, “Don’t play stupid now, Mother. I know god damn well it was you behind it the whole time. Where the hell did Jennifer get four hundred dollars, and why would she spend that much to get me a dress. Jennifer hated me after that debate theres no way she wold spend that much on me, if she had it. Shes my age though, we don’t get that much money. Use your head, Im not an idiot!”
She saw her mother resolve waver and she was thankful Jennifer just watched. She decided to chime in, “Miss Matthews, Lets come clean, She was hurt tonight. You know it was you that gave me your credit card to get peter that dress. Peter was raped tonight, she was also beaten very badly.”
“So, I don’t care, “ Said her mother. “Peters horrible macho behavor over the years really made me not care about him anymore. and the horribly sexist things he said that Friday during the debate killed what ever compassion I had left for her. I just don’t care. I knew that he needed a education on girls very badly when I saw him prepairing her comments for the debate. I knew something had to be done so I called Jennifer and asked her to force teach you a lesson. I gave her the money and told her to take you, force you and make you have sex with a boy. I told her to do anything she felt she had to. What is this all about?”
“Jennifer was right, Mother,” Cissy said. “Tom did rape me but when he found out I was peter he became inraged. He started beating me. I thought he knew, I didn’t think you were stupid enough to send me on a date with someone that didn’t know. I could have been murdered. Don’t you care?”
“I’m sorry, Cissy, “ Jennifer said and the other girls agreed. They were sorry too.
But his mothers voice was cold, “You deserved it. I don’t care about you anymore. I don’t even want you anymore, Peter. “
Cissy started crying. Another woman walked though the door toward Cissy. She sat beside her and held her close. That brought her out of her crying. She glared at her mother, “Mom. I acted that way to hide who I really am. I am Cissy. Usually, I think of myself as Emily, I haven’t decided yet. But anyway, I am a transgendered. That’s what Melinda here said. I met her on the internet about a year ago. She is a Mistress, you see. She helped me figure it out. I always had a very strong desire to be a girl, dress up sexy but it went far beyond dressing, I wanted to actually, ‘be’ a girl and live full time. I told her that and she said I must be a transsexual. But that was why I acted macho, I cant remember the term she used but I did that to hide my true nature, so guys like Tom wouldn’t kill me. What ever good that did, It still almost happened tonight.”
Melinda was soothing Cissy as she went on with her story, “Tom beat and raped me. Then he left me there bleeding to die. I made it to a phone and called the police. They came in and rescued me, I was taken to the hospital and I told them to get Melinda. I called her in a panic, I wasn’t about to call you. I fell inlove with Melinda we talked on the phone many times. But, she refused to meet me in person until tonight. She said a relationship was totally inappropriate with a minor. But after tonight, she agreed to get her lawyers to file for guardianship of me. She will raise me as a girl. “
She screamed, “What, Peter, you want to be Sissy. You want this bitch to take you and make you some faggot. What kind of freak are you.”
Melinda moved to say something but Cissy held out her hand to stop her. “This was your idea, you idiot. But yes. She will take me. She loved me. She will raise me and she has these plans to send me to nursing school,” She made a face like she didn’t like that idea.
Jennifer looked surprised, “Nursing school, what?”
“Well Melinda wants me to be successful and smart. She says she thinks that will be the best area for me. Im not so sure but I guess it will be good. She is a registered nurse herself. She will vouch for me. I will get in. but, mom, the sad thing is you wont be there to see it. You will be arrested and go to prison. Your parental rights will be removed. “
Her mother looked cocky now. “You have no proof. I will still have you. What can you prove.”
Cissy reached into her blouse and took a wire out, “You confessed. “
At that, Her mother scream, “I’m going to kill you, you bitch.” She stood up and leaped at Cissy.
Then the door busted in and officers flooded into the room shouting and arresting her mother and the other girls
James has no idea that a slight slip of the tongue from his mother would ruin one of the best times he had in a long time as well as the rest of the year. He cursed his luck that she had to come home early that day, but that was how life worked out. Just Five minutes ago he was hoping that he would get lucky with one of the most popular girls in his school. Cheryl was on the schools cheer squad. He was laying across his bed with her and she was kissing him.
Cheryl was a year older than him, blonde and she was so gorgeous. They were embraced together kissing when his door opened and his mother stupidly said, 'Jamie hon, can you get dressed today and dress up please, I have had such a hard day and I would love to sit down with Jamie and watch a good movie this evening. "her eyebrows rose a fraction and she said, "I heard there is a good movie on Lifetime tonight. I think you would like it"
That moment was when she looked in and stopped. SHe realized her mistake but it was way too late to take it back now. The damage had been done. She told Cheryl, "You will have to leave now. I want to have the night alone with my Son James. "
She Knew her son was really mad but she said anyway, "James, please for me tonight. " Then she shut the door and left as James was burning with embarrassment. He wasn't mad at her. She was his mother but he did wish she would think before she said things like that.
With his cheeks hot, he turned to the girl sitting beside him stunned and said, "Cheryl I'm sorry but I guess you do have to go. My mother wants the night with me. "
"James, Whose Jamie?"
He tried to pass it off as a mistake, "My mom meant James. She makes those kinds of mistakes. "
"Um, No she clearly said Jamie and moms don't makes those kinds of mistakes. Tell me what is going on here?" She wasn't buying it at all.
"Cheryl I dont know what you mean so just stop. I will have a talk with her about my name but you know I am a boy named James. "
She said laughing, "Jamie isn't a boys name sweetheart. What's going on here?"
He was quite for a few long seconds considering what to tell her, and how much to tell her. He finally decided the truth was the only thing left and she might not by that.
He took a deep breath bracing himself. Um, Cheryl. Well... this is hard but keep in mind that this is just for my mother and stays between us. But, My mother thought I would be a girl when I was born. She never got over that she got a boy. She kept wanting a girl so she had me dress like a girl and called me Jamie. I enjoyed that night, we just sat in our living room watching a movie for women. And that has become our routine for nights when she comes home from work stressed out. And I do this on my own, she doesn't force me. I like doing it for her. Cheryl please keep this quite."
She stood up getting her purse. "Sure Jamie. I will keep it quite." She kissed him on the cheek. "I love you girl" She was already heading out the door as he closed his door to pick out one his nice dresses for the evening. He took one of the new purple dresses that his mother brought for him. It hung nicely over his hips and had allot of room in the chest area. It was clearly made for a girls body. He would some day have to find a solution for that. He read about silicone pads for girls to put in their bra to appear a cup size larger. He would have to look into those. He took a bra and panty set out of his drawers and put them on. He slid the dress on nicely. He couldnt zip the back. He yelled, "Mom can you help me zip the back up. "
She appeared in his room and helped him. "Jamie arent you going to wear any of your nylons for night. They look so nice on your legs since you went for that waxing last week. And thank you for that. "
He blushed, "You are welcome. I didnt know you girls went though so much pain to be sexy. '
She brushed it off, "Oh that just hurts the first few times, Jamie. It gets easer after the third time and there are ointments you can use to make the hair come out easer. Here, I think you should wear these Nylons. Their so sexy. "
He looked at the bright red stockings she pulled out for him. They had thick tops and elaborate embroiled flowers. They did look sexy and kind of sluttish. He carefully slid them on and put on a pair of heels.
She got out a blonde wig and handed it to him. Wow, a blonde tonight. It seemed she wanted him to try out a bimbo look.
She appraised him and nodded, "Cool Jamie. You look very lovely. I picked out a good movie for us to watch tonight. Lets go." He walked behind her in the feminine way she taught him to walk. they plopped down on the sofa together. She turned the TV to the Lifetime Movie Network. Before the Movie started, he told her, "Mom you know I love these times we spend together and I told you I will do this any time for you. But, Please please mom, be careful and look in next time. That was so humiliating. "
"Well Jamie, I didnt know you'd have a girl in there with you. You usually are in your room playing one of your video games on the computer. But I am sorry. I will check the next time. So anyway, Tell me about her, what is she like, Did I ruin it for you and her?
He shruged, "It doesnt seem like it. She was amazingly, ok with it. I had to tell her everything. She is very bright and wouldnt believe you made a name mistake. "
They both laughed and she said, "Really, She was ok with you pretending to be a girl. "
"Yep, surprising isn't it?"
"Yeah, for a girl her age. Girls that age are usually ruthlessly cruel. So tell me more about this amazing girl you found."
"She is a year older than me, Shes a junior. Oh and she is on the schools cheerleading squad. She is very smart. She said she plans on going to nursing school. She wants to be a registered nurse. "
"Wow like me, She has her work cut out for her. You said she is a cheerleader, I bet you want to try out her outfit."
He blushed brightly. "Yes. She looks so hot in it. I so want to wear it too. "
They both started laughing. They spent two hours together like mother and daughter.
She waited till after the Movie to tell him, "Jamie, I hope this doesn't upset you but I scheduled another salon appointment for you. This time, your scheduled to have your eyebrows waxed. "
I always wondered why hospitals couldn’t have more comfortable beds. Don’t they get millions of dollar? Why do they charge hundreds of thousands of dollars for even the simple operations? Well, I laughed to myself. Of all things to be wondering about, that was what came to my mind. I was sent here for another emergency. I was bit, and damn, it hurt a lot until the doctor came in. Then she got the venom from the bite
out.
I had been to this doctor many times. I had seen her out with my mother and sister before. She was a close friend to my family and we all knew her. She a very beautiful woman. To me, she almost looked like a goddess. Her perfect body glided into the room, her body almost ghosted to my bedside to check on me. Her movements were as graceful as professional ballet dancer. She was extremely fit, her skin was ice cold however and very strong. Her skin felt like cold strong marble stone..
She jumped all over my sister for biting me. I heard her yelling at my sister outside of my hospital room.
“Damnit, Julie you have to stop biting your brother. You can’t be doing that or someone will find out. What would have happened if I weren’t on duty to take this? I am the only doctor here that knows how to get vampire venom out. Don’t bite your brother again or there will be even bigger problems. I will kick your ass. “
I heard her start to walk into my room again when she turned back and told my sister, “Just think what would have happened to him if I hadn’t got to him before the venom got to his heart. “
I heard her gasp and then they both came back to my room
The venom was super painful, as it always is. It felt like scalding water boiling my skin off. It was one of the most painful things anyone can ever feel. The doctor sucking it out though her mouth was almost just as painful but as the venom was sucked out, the pain receded.
She checked my pulse, my temp, and all of my other vitals. “Well, Jason Gion. You are healthy again. You can go home now. Oh, and tell your sister she cant bite you anymore. “
She leaned over, I could see her brown eyes, she had her contacts on. I seen her in our home and her eyes actually, glowed bright crimson. But she couldn’t show ‘that’ at the hospital
I groaned, “I will try to but you know how well she listens to any of us. “
She grinned widely, showing her teeth. I a shiver travel down my spine as she said, “I mean it this time. If I have to pull her venom out of you again, I will have a bonfire ready at my place, for her. We all know she is very young; she isn’t immune to fire or the sun yet. She would be very easy to kill so you tell her this is her last warning because I’m tired of this crap. “
My sister came in a blur, I wish I knew how she got such speed and she was in the other woman’s face in no time. She said, “That’s not fair. You can’t tell me what I can do with my own brother.”
She glared at my sisters’ eyes and said in a voice as cold as her skin, “Yes I can when I have to treat him every week for this. Don’t think I can’t kick your ass young lady.” She stood over a foot taller than my sister and all of us knew my sis didn’t stand much of a chance against her.
My sister nodded and the doctor said, “Good, Maybe if there’s a next time I will just let the venom take hold and then he can stand a chance against you. “
My sister glared at the doctor, “No you wouldn’t dare.”
The doctor said, “Want to bet. I will have bonfire ready at my home just in case. All of us are getting very tired of your reckless behavior. It’s going to end one way or another. “
My sister bit her bottom lip and mumbled unhappily. “Yes Maam. “
“God only knows how I know how fun it can be teasing people but you have to learn the limits. You just can’t do things like this over and over, Juliana. Now think of other ways that wont require rushing him to the ER for blood poisoning. What if I was out hunting when this happened and a regular doctor had to treat this? He wouldn’t have had a clue and could have called the state, perhaps they may have though this was the start of a pandemic and called CDC, and then they may have called quarantine. Think, Julie, think. Use your head. “
“Im sorry, “ She said seriously as she realized how big of a risk she took.
She turned to me with a friendly look on her face and said in a much softer kinder voice, “Now that is taken care of, Jason. I called your mother and Amanda is coming. She should be here in a few minutes. “
Of course she had to be called. I got chills every time she was close to me. We all knew my mother, Amanda Lee Gion. She walked in the room sooner than we expected her. Amanda woman was very different than my sister. She was nearly six and a half feet tall and she was very strong. Unlike my sister, this woman’s face wasn’t pale white. She had a darker complexion. But, her eyes were always solid black. She had very deep black irises. Of all people in the world, this woman in front of me that called herself my mother was one of the most fearsome people in the entire world. When I was near her, I could feel the cold waves of cruelty and callus hatred radiating from her. She turned her black look upon me and asked, “So your sister bit you again, did she?”
I simply nodded and she went on, “We can’t have that happening anymore. I will deal with her childishness. You don’t have to worry about her biting you anymore. We don’t need two of you. One is good enough to worry about. “ It was clear that she didn’t really care about my welfare. She just didn’t want me being made into what my sister was.
As simple as that, the matter was over. She took me to our house. Well, it was her house. The place was more like a mansion than a simple house. It was a four-story mansion with three wings spreading out over nearly twelve thousand square feet. The place looked like the Palace of Versailles. My sister and my mother each had an entire wing to make their own. I had my own room, I have to admit that the room is about the size of an entire floor of most family homes. The walls arch up to form an elaborate dome over head and a fifteenth century candle chandelier. I had an elegantly decorated massive window on the wall where I could look out to see the peaceful pacific. The house overlooked a rocky ledge. It was more than other fifteen-year-old boys get but, it wasn’t really fair. I was led in my room and then I heard the thick thud of the bolt lock locking me in my room for the night. I was a prisoner, kept for there entertainment. There wasn’t much to do but lie on my bed, it was very comfortable but still boring. I was just left with my own thoughts to drift asleep.
During this time, I kept going over my strange life. My mother, Amanda Lee, She wasn’t always my mother. I have vague foggy memories of a very beautiful woman that was my true mother.. She was great, caring and I had a great father. They were my parents till something happened at five. Then my life changed to what it was now. I also have memories of Amanda coming into my life, slaughtering my family and doing something to my sister but I can’t be sure of anything. They were just foggy flashbacks that nothing is very clear.
So, I just laid down thinking about what my sister was when I heard the lock on my door turning and the door opened. I smiled, it was my sister. Despite what she was, I still did love her.
I decided to try my luck and talk to her. As she glided into my room toward me, I asked her, “Sister, I know what you are. You probably know already. Can I ask you a few questions about it, Please?”
She thought for a few seconds and nodded, “Sure, Jason. Ask me anything. “
“Well, I’m curious. I know Dr Ryan is one of you too. Why is it that she can walk out into the sun but you have to wear a heavy hoody or something when you go out?”
“That’s quite simple. As you know, I am a very young vampire. I been a vampire for less than two years. Don’t get confused with my true age, I lived sixteen years before Amanda transformed me And two years in this life. As we age, we grow stronger. That’s how it works. Eventually our skin grows so strong it becomes totally immune to the sun. That takes a very long time,” She answered me.
“How long does it take to become immune to the sun,” I asked her.
“That usually takes thousands of years to achieve. We grow other strengths too with age. By five hundred years we start growing gifts we can use. Like with our mind. telepathy and telekinesis type stuff. We can hear each others thoughts. At first its weak and only work with other young vampires but as we age, in hundreds of years it gets stronger and we can even hear humans thoughts. Eventually, in the thousands of years, we can control humans thoughts and other vampires. Do you see?”
That was a lot to take in. The doctor that was treating me was thousands of years old. Oh my. I did know they were immortal but this. This was a lot. “What other powers can vampires possess,” I asked her eagerly.
“Well it takes a very long time but when your immortal, we can wait. Eventually, after five thousand or more years, we can move things with just the power of our minds. We can cloud humans thoughts. There are even some vampires so old that they are like gods. The oldest vampires can create fire from there thoughts, some can even create rays like the suns from there hands or eyes, a few vampires are even powerful enough they can even kill with a thought. some can create cold, snow. Those vampires are over ten thousand years old. The oldest, we are forbidden to speak his name, he is twenty five thousand. He is sort of our leader.“
“Is Amanda a vampire?”
She stiffened and said, “No, Jason. She is much older than any vampire. She is something much more powerful. She can create other vampires. She made me one without biting me. No, I wont tell you what she is. You will have to find that out by yourself.”
“I hear you awake a lot. When do you sleep,” I asked.
“I never sleep, Jason.”
“Never,” I asked stunned.
“No, Never. Our kind never sleeps. “
“I hope that this doesn’t offend you. I love you dearly, Sis even if you hate me. But, Do you ever die. “
She laughed, “I know its just your curiosity. We are immortal. But there are only a few ways we can be killed until we age enough to become immune even to that. The only way is heat, a lot of it. We can only be killed by the suns rays, or a very hot fire. “
Now enough questions. I had been told I am not allowed to bite you. Or they will kill me. Im young enough fire and the sun can kill me so She taught me another trick I can do. So stand up, Jason. “
I knew there was no way to get out of what ever was planned for me tonight so I stood up. I hoped it was good so it could alleviate the boredom.
She asked cheerfully, “Do you remember the outfits I bought for you, Princess.”
I groaned and said, “Oh, how can I forget that dress and other silky stuff you got for me. Your not going to make me dress for you again are you?”
She looked at me and said flatly, “Oh yes brother. And there’s more than dressing tonight but I want you to be ready to find something pretty to wear. Oh, and put this on for me first.”
She laid me out a new bra. The cups were larger than the ones she got me before. I wondered what the cup size I wore mattered since I didn’t ‘have’ a cup size to fill them with.
It was embarrassing to be undressing in front of my sisters gaze but what could I do. I knew she was much stronger and faster than any human. Her speed was such she could move and be invisible to the human eye. So I undressed in front of my smirking sister. Once I had everything off, I grabbed the pink bra. I put it though my arms and hooked it behind me. I went to get some panties that matched, I picked out a pair of nylons, a skirt and a blouse. I put them on facing my wicked sister. I stood in front of her frowning.
“You look very sexy, Jason. Now lets see if this works. “
She just silently gazed at me. She looked very deep in though and then she reached her hand out. She closed her eyes and tapped me on my forehead.
My world exploded. I saw a bright flash in my eyes and I felt very weak. My entire body tingled uncontrollably. I couldn’t stand so I stumbled back and slumped on the bed. It was all over in less than a second and I stood up. My sisters jaw dropped but I didn’t know what had happened.
“What the hell was that sis? Why are you laughing, what did you do to me.” I demanded angrily.
“Well go look for yourself. There’s a mirror, go look sweetie.” I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I had a very bad feeling about this now.
I moved slowly to my closet. I knew something was very off. My body was totally different. The weight was dispersed very differently. I felt softer. I didn’t want to look down but I had to. I looked down and I saw that I had two breasts filling my cups. I stood in front of my mirror and nearly fainted.
“OH My God, Julie you made me into a girl. How did you do that?”
“Our mother taught me. Now get ready. We are going out tonight. I am hungry. “
This was humiliating. I knew that I could get a lot of customers in this body that my sister made me into. I looked like a total blonde busty bimbo. She couldn’t stop giggling at me. But this was also horrifying. I knew what she wanted, what she needed. I knew what she required of me to do. We had done this before when I could only dress the part.
“Oh come on sis. Why the long face. We did this before, you a little whore. You could just dress the part before. Lets go.”
I walked out following my sister. I felt much differently and despite my fifteen years as a boy, I felt more naturally female. I couldn’t stop my walk from being more feminine. I couldn’t stop getting into the car like my sister did. What did she do to me.
She turned to me and said, “You know the routine. You get customers; you lead them to the other house. I will be watching in case something bad happens. You don’t have to worry.”
I knew I didn’t but this was the most horrible thing I had to do for her. Every time I did this it killed part of me.
She dropped me off and drove away. It was dark and I was standing off the side of the road across from a few other women that were doing almost the same thing I was. But, I was the youngest.
I didn’t have to wait long before a car pulled beside me. There were three young guys. They looked to be 18 to 20. The driver said, “hey babe. Its my brothers birthday. How much for all three of us. “ That was when I noticed another thing about my transformation. I looked at the guys, and I felt the stirrings of excitement. They were young, very good looking. I was hot for them!
I stifled a groan and answered, “80 each. I have a place all set up if you will let me take you there.”
They weren’t sure until I said, “My sister, she is beautiful and she loves to join in. “
They let sit in the back and let me guide them to the place she had set up. It was just a simple place she had set up. It wasn’t much more than just a bedroom, living room and a kitchen. I sat beside the youngest. He wouldn’t keep his hands off my chest the entire way. I felt even more excited. The car stopped where I told him and they all got out.
Their eyes immediately fell on my sister when we got in. She was very beautiful and she smiled, she greeted them, “Hello. I am Juliana. If you will go into the bedroom we can start. “
The fools smiled and walked into the bedroom expecting sex. She shut the door behind them. They started to protest, and say something about me when I heard screams. All three started screaming and were silenced. The place was filled with a sickening silence and then sickening slurping.
I turned and ran out. I must had been running for more than twenty minutes when her car pulled beside me and told me to get in. we were going home. She put me in my bedroom and I heard the door lock.
I went back to thinking about my mother. I kept going though her name, I went to my computer and typed it in fast and few things came up.
I went on another search engine and typed it in, but it was too fast and suddenly, I looked at her full name with no spaces, it hit me like a wave of icy water. Amanda Lee Gion. But I changed a few letters and it said LEGION.
I sat there for a few long minutes, my body frozen. I could not make a part of my body move. It was as if I was frozen in ice. I felt icy cold. I just stared at the monitor, at the horrifying revelation that my mother could be LEGION. What was Legion? I knew it was bad but what was it.
I typed the word into the GOOGLE search engine and read the results. That was worse than I though.
Kyle’s ordeal
By wargamerdude.
(from the author, this is my first sad attempt at writing a story and posting it for public critisim. I hope that I get enough feedback to help me write future chapters. I know this one is short but I didnt know how long or short each chapter should be. )
Trish had never thought that shopping for lingerie could be so interesting, but it was. November was almost finished and she took a break from Christmas shopping. She was shopping for herself now. Walking though the aisles of different style bras at Victoria’s Secret had sparked a wicked idea in her head. She never wore very sexy styles of lingerie but looking at the bright pink padded cups and purple, blue, imported silk and elaborately embroidered styles of lace or beads had sparked a new idea. She would never wear such things herself. She hardly ever brought her sixteen-year-old daughter lingerie. Dianna bought her own stuff now. But, the bastard Kyle could. The thirteen-year-old brat would do anything she told him too, or else. She would love to see how the stupid brat looked wearing women’s lingerie and she would dearly adore the shocked look on his face as he opened his gifts for Christmas and saw lacy lingerie instead of athletic stuff he liked. He needed taken down a notch anyway.
She picked out a few especially lacy pair of bras, a purple bustier and matching bikini panties. To top off the humiliation, she picked out a few pairs of stockings that looked like they should fit his legs. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his pretty face. She paid for the stuff and then drove home. Dianna would be out with her boyfriend and kyle would be hanging with his friend so she would be alone for at least a few hours. She went to her bedroom and hid the sacks in the back of her closet. Then she booted up her computer. She started up Photoshop and opened one of Kyle’s best pictures. How he looked so much like a girl already shocked her. A few times when they went out to lunch together, someone would mistake kyle for a girl. When the waiter called him, ‘ma’am’ the latest girl mistake, he got very angry and the waiter quickly apologized. She just giggled because she thought it was very funny. She gave the waiter an extra ‘ten’ for a tip over it. It was her after all, that forced him to get his hair styled in curls.
Then she chose some lingerie that was on a disk and pasted it over his body. A pink bra and matching panties over the appropriate areas and blushed his cheeks. She shaved some of his eyebrows in the picture and was shocked by the final result. She saved the picture and printed it. After that picture was printed, she called up another pose and doctored it properly. She made four pictures in different poses and angels. She was pleased with the final result. She decided to call one of her friends to show them too. Trish knew that her friend would know how to proceed. Rachael was a mistress herself. She had various kinky tastes and had dressed her own boy up at times. Trish knew she could trust Rachael.
The other woman told her she would be free tonight to talk. So she made the proper arrangements. She told Dianna to stay in tonight and keep watch over Kyle. The two never got along and Kyle always got the shaft but that wasn’t her problem. Kyle was an ass. Dianna always ended the fight and Kyle would start crying over it. The problem was that Kyle didn’t like her calling him Kelly. He needed to get over it. There was nothing wrong with being Kelly. Kelly was a pretty name.
Trish was at Rachael’s front door by the time the sun was starting to sit. The air was starting to get a cold chill as the wind whipped at her face. Rachael opened the door and quickly let her in. Rachael was a tall woman at around six foot. She was very athletic and her body showed it. Her arms were muscular and her thighs were toned and very powerful. Her shoulders almost looked like a mans. If it wasn’t for her face and her hair style, one might mistake her for a man but that would insult her. She enjoyed overcoming men. For reasons she couldn’t understand, many men felt very degraded if they were overpowered and physically defeated by a woman. Men were even humiliated if a highly trained female boxer defeated him. Men were simply idiots.
She sat down across from her and her leather skirt hugged her shape tightly. She clearly looked sexy and vicious at the same time. She asked, “Hello trish, what can I do for you tonight?”
“We have known eachother for a long time and I need some help from you. “
Rachael was studying trish. As if she was trying to figure out what this was all about. Her mouth moved slightly and she said, “Yes, trish. I figured. I ask again, what can I do for you girl, let me know and I will see what I can do.”
Trish reached into her purse and pulled out the pictures she printed. She handed them over to Rachael, “perhaps this will help you. Tell me what you think. “ She took them from Trish and looked at them for a few minutes. She giggled from time to time.
“OH Trish this is perfect. I love that purple bra and panty set you had him in. Oh and that nightie and stockings. Those are perfect for him. “
“He never actually wore them Rachael,” she quickly corrected Rachael. “I used Photoshop but I bought the lingerie. I want your help to get him to wear them, and I want you to help me train him to accept his new position and status, as Kelly. “
Rachael smiled at her, “Yes indeed. I will help you. What, may I ask, brought this new side of you that you would harm your son in this way? What made you turn against him? Has he done something?”
“Kyle has done a lot to displease me. One of them was being born as a boy after the event. The event is too painful that I wish never to discuss it. He just pisses me off to no end and I want to change the asshole to someone whom I can adore and love. Will you teach me how to train him? To be a sissy maid for his older sister?”
Rachael corrected her, “You mean adopted sister, don’t you? I know how close the girl is to your heart and you treat her better than your son.”
Trish spoke harshly, “I chose Dianna. I had no choice with Kyle. I was raped. “
“Yes I know. I’m sorry for what your brother did. I can understand your feelings and I will help you so Kyle is never a danger to women like his actual father was. “ After that was out of the way, Rachael continued, “But this project will be very long and intensive. Before he is comfortable or even accepting, we need to move slow. Before we dress him up in those elaborate sexy bras, we should start him on training bras. He needs to be trained in womanhood before he is moved to adulthood. Do you understand, Trish?”
She nodded, “Yes I understand. Can we still give them to him as a gift?”
“Yes, “ she said. “That will be his first introduction to womanhood. How far do you want to take this, “
for a few seconds, her eyes closed and she said nothing. Then she said, “I want him to go all the way. After he is comfortable as a woman then we can start introducing him to hormone treatment. Or at least when he knows how to pass as a girl then we can proceed to making his body shape as a girl. I need to learn when and how we can get some testosterone blockers. “
She smiled, “That’s easy. One of my best friends is a licensed doctor. She can prescribe anything. But she can easily loose her license. So we need to be sure he is subdued enough not to rat us out when he gets the option and he will get it sooner or later. I know how to make it happen. “
“Great,” Trish said. “Lets go shopping then.”
Both of the women hopped in Rachael’s car and drove to the mall. She had gone to many stores and got a lot of lingerie for a young teenager. She also picked out some dresses and skirts for him too. The last thing they got was a black French maids miniskirt. She thought it would look very good on Kyle. After hours of shopping, they went back to Rachael’s place and she watched Rachael order a pair of breast forms online. Trish prepared to head home. Before she could get in the car, Rachael took Trish in her arms and looked carefully into trashes face, “ are you sure you want to go though with this, Kyle is your son so are you sure?”
“Yes,” Trish said, “I am very sure. Now I have to be going home. “
after she made it home, Kyle made it home. Dianna was already home. Trish was standing near the stairs and said, “Kyle, I have something that I want to talk to you about. “
his uncertain face showed everything. He knew his mother didn’t love him. He struggled all his life for affection from his mother only to never get any. He didn’t know what was wrong with him but he needed to find out. All he wanted was his mothers love. “Okay, mom. I will be up in a few minutes. “ He walked up the stairs. His mom was sitting on the bed waiting for him. “Kyle sit down, we have to talk.
Warning, this story deals with troubling aspects of religion so if that offends you then you might be better adviced to stay away from this one.
I had been married to this bastard for over four years when I finally escaped from him. He was very cruel, and horny all the time. He was a very sexist bastard that thought girls should only please him and had no right to reject him. He was Just like my stepmother had wanted for me. During our first date, he raped me and my stepmother made me tell her all about it and humiliated me. I tried to fight him off but it was no use, he was stronger than me and forced his sex on me. My step mother kept forcing me to date him and had my so called friends drive me to his place so he could rape me, even though I pleaded with Belinda to help me. That was to make sure I couldn’t avoid the dates or slip away. She wouldn’t help me. They made me marry him and everything was hell. Up to that fateful night when I finally escaped.
It was late; the night was a very dark night when my husband Brandon took me on a boating trip. He knew I hated water and I pretended to try to get out of the trip. He caught me staring out the window at another guy across the street and my husband gave me one of his vicious painful beatings for it. He figured I was trying to get out of boating by provoking a confrontation with him, but that wasn’t it. That night on the boat, I heard the wind pick up and the sail knocked me over into the icy water. I heard him screaming my name desperately as if he cared. The water was ice cold and I was trembling, but the hours of training and learning to swim in cold had trained me to handle it. As Brandon was crying out my name, I had swam to a nearby buoy. I hung on to it while he was calling out my name in despair. It was hiding me from him.
Swimming nearly a mile to our beach house took much longer than I thought it would take. I made it to the beach and knocked out two of the lights overlooking the beach. I threw my wedding ring down the drain, got the bag of clothes and other items I had stored for this very occasion and I was out the door. I cut my hair enough to change my appearance. I had planed this moment for years. I made sure nothing was disturbed so he would find out what really happened. I made my way into town and got on a long distance bus going to Springfield Illinois.
It was a very long trip and we made a lot of stops to pick up more people, or change drivers. There was a nice lady that talked to me along the way. She told me a little about herself and her life and it got tense when she asked me about mine. She asked me if I was married, I tried to shrug the question off and then she asked me what I was doing here going so far. Eventually I told her. “The marriage was arranged by my mother but he was hardly a nice guy. Everything changed after the marriage. He was a monster. He had a terrible temper. “
“What did you do, “ She asked.
“I ran away,” I said flatly.
“You are a very strong woman, I never got your name,” She said.
“Chrissie, At least that’s what my family called me. I always hated it but until I think of something else, I guess I can handle being called Chrissie.”
I couldn’t tell her that my real name had been Chris. It seemed at least for a while, I was stuck in the female form until I could get up enough money to see a doctor. Then, I would find out how to reverse the horrible affects of my transformation that my step mother forced on me. I don’t know exactly how her and her quack doctor friend did this to me but I had the full body of a girl. Her friend was a surgeon. I had a long time to think about stuff that happened to me on my way to Illinois.
On my way to Illinois, I caught the news that Chrissie Benton died, the wife of the fabulously wealthy Brandon Benton. By all public accounts, my life was like a fairy tale and I was the queen. It wasn’t really that way which was why I had taken the risk to escape him. His family was having my funeral.
It would have been great if the story ended there but, it didn’t. When I made it to Springfield, I took another bus to Chicago, from there I took enough money to get out of the country. I had got a passport months ago for this occasion and I paid in cash for a ticket out of the country.
It was supposed to go to France. That was where everything took a bad turn for the worst. That was how I got to spend nearly seven years in a dark prison.
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The kidnapping and imprisonment, ten years ago:
Come to find out, I had been tricked. I paid for the cheapest ticket to France, when I got to the plane, it was a four engine prop, one of the ancient Super Constellations. I got in and it took off into the air.
Halfway there, I realized that the people wernt all that hospitable. They were mean arab people and had no respect for me. Then as I sat there, I realized that we should have gotten to our desrination, that was when I found out what a pickle I was in.
I asked a fellow ppassenger, "Why we hadn’t got to France?"
He said, We aren't going there."
So I asked, "Where are we going?"
He told me, "We aree heading to Riyadh in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia."
I tried to protest and when I made a move to stand up was when I found myself staring into the muzzle of a rifle. He shouted, “Sit down infidel! We will be there soon and then we will figure out what to do with you!”
I sat down and waited.
Once we got there, we were offloaded like cattle. We were inspected, examined and asked a few questions. Our passports were taken and we were herded into some building.
The doctor found out that I was not a genetic girl at all, they accused me of deception, that was some violation of the nations laws. They thought I might have been some spy for Israel. After a sham kangaroo court, I was sentenced to ten years in prison.
It seemed like luck was with me, I only spent five years in the Saudi prison being beaten daily, tortured and sexually molested. I am not sure what kind of luck it was, I caught the eye of one of the noble princes of the Saudi monarchy.
He offered me a deal, to be his wife or to stay there. I took the deal and agreed to marry him. Of course he kept some conditions to himself until it was too late. I didn’t know what all being a Saudi royals wife entailed. One of them was that I was transformed into a woman totally.
Some of the doctors in this part of the world had developed a new radical transformation procedure that changed every part of the body to the other sex. No one would ever be able to tell my former identity or my sex, or that I ever had a former sex. For all intents and proposes, I may as well had always been what they would transform me to.
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Transformation and royal wife, five years ago:
I was flown to Tarhan Iran in a luxury Boeing 747, the Saudi families personal aircraft. I was thoroughly examined by a top doctor there. He determined that I was fit enough for the radical transformation. He said I had enough estrogen in my system, that I could easily be transformed into a total woman. My body would survive it.
I had to choose my form though many pictures of women’s bodies. They said it was my choice. I chose the form of a Arabic woman, with black hair. That should be good.
The transformation was long, and painful. It took nearly a full day. My body was placed in one of those old iron lung things and some fluid was injected into me. Ouch. It was painful and I felt very scared.
But, when it was all over, I was a total woman. They told me I had all of the functions of a woman from then on. My husband to be named me Ayeshiah.
He picked out a dress and the marriage was approved by the King. That was a long drawn out affair. There was an Imam that read scriptures from their Holy Quran. Then he placed a ring on my finger and it was done.
Enter another part of the marriage agreement that I wasn’t told about. To be a Muslim royals wife, It was totally unacceptable for me not to be a Muslim myself. A Saudi royal had to marry a Muslim wife, for all public appearances. So, I had to learn all about Islam, I had to read the scriptures, understand them. I had to learn to pray as they did. I had to learn all of the holidays, their rituals. I did it all and learned it very well.
Being a Saudi Royals wife wasn’t all it was hyped up to me. To tell you the truth, It was freaking boring most of the time, kept locked up in part of the palace most of the day. Then, he called on me and one of the families armed guards would get me and we would have sex. He had a temper but not as bad as Brandon.
Luckily, that part of my life didn’t last all that long either. I am not sure what the heck happened but something did happen. It was chaotic.
There were lots of explosions, armed men running around, it was like a large battle. The nation erupted into revolution. The palace was stormed, the royal family was killed. Most of the wives were killed. A few of them were kept alive, that included me. That was the next part of my life.
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Bandit queen and revolutionary three years ago:
I was part of a jihad gang and we went into Pakistan. They realized something special about me and I quickly learned how to fight, shoot, be a revolutionary. I found out that the men I was with was Hezbollah.
We went around fighting, I found myself fighting Lebanon government forces and Israeli forces. I proved myself a very capable fighter and was quickly promoted above many of the male fighters. I was soon leading forces, directing operations inside Lebanon and Israel. I got enough power to get to lead my own personal operations.
I suggested to one of the big boss guys to do a operation in America. There were people that I wanted to repay for all of their kindness they displayed to me. Several weeks later it was all approved so I got the chance to doctor some documents to get entry into America. I chartered a plane to go to California. I couldn’t wait to see Brandon again, I really had a score to settle with that asshole.
That was when I found something really funny. I had just suggested a kidnapping and bombing mission in America. Just a few families, kidnapping Brandon for random would be a good thing. We’d have a chance to torture an infidel rapist for a few weeks and get several million dollars.
But, the boss gave me around thirty men. It was way more than needed, I smelled something fishy and should have just left. But I still wanted revenge so I went though with it and we got on a commercial aircraft to LAX.
Dan was sitting down quietly in his office that he held for over three years. He was going to have to leave it and take his new office. He had gotten the call he was waiting for over a month. The US attorney general just confirmed him as a United States Federal Attorney for the Illinois central judicial district. Years of Law school, Working as a state prosecutor for New York and finally, this. It all finally paid off. Only now he had to pack up all of his shit he accumulated for three years and move it to a new office in a different state. He was going to move back to his home state. The pieces were finely in place for his return. He smiled wide as he looked around his office. His Law degree when he graduted from Harvard University. He looked along his bookshelf at the books he had published. Most of them were books about law and ethics.
He kept up with his family over the long years since he ran away at seventeen and put himself though collage and law school. He knew his mother never moved away and still lived in the same house that she did when he lived there. He knew his sister worked in the same town but she moved away and had her own family. She had one daughter that was fourteen and a son that was six. Well, it was time to make the call so he picked up the phone and dialed his moms number. It rang and then she answered, hello.
It was scary but he answered ,”Hey….Ms. Robens. I am not sure if you remember me. We haven’t spoken in a long time.”
“Dan, is that you there,” She asked.
“Yes, mother it is me.”
“Oh my god it has been so long and I have been so worried about you. Well you just dropped away after that, thing that happened. I didn’t know what happened but I am so glad to hear from you. What is going on?”
“I am coming back and I wanted to see all of you again. I will be there this week can you get Rachael there. I need to speak with her too?”
“Yes your sister works long hours but I am sure she can see us. She finely got her nursing license. I will call her when you give me the time you will be here. What is this all about? “
“Mother you know. Please don’t play dumb. You saw how I was dressed and you came down on me big time, but I am coming back. “ He hung up and then called his assistant in Illinois go be ready and he started packing his stuff into boxed getting ready to move out. This was always the hard part. He felt sad too, he come to really like it here.
He really felt a loss now as he looked around his bare office. His momentos were all gone, in boxes being loaded on a plane. His degrees and books were gone. It was time for him to be gone too. He also had appointments to meet. He walked out and got in his car. He had an appointment with a US government plane that would take him to Chicago.
It was three days of traveling, meetings and other crap until he was finally unpacked and settled in his new office. He looked around his huge new office on a high rise in Chicago. This was living, he told himself. He finely felt like someone. He was a United States attorney. He looked out the window of his office on the 40th floor of a federal building in Chicago. He finally was able to see his family. First, he needed to make some plans so he made a call to the police. He had plans to make, and then, he would see his mother.
After making his frantic plans, and hours of phone calls to police captains, detectives and also judges to swear out a few warrants, he made the call. He dialed his moms number and she picked up again, “Hey mother, it's me again. I am settled in Chicago and plan on going to see you tomorrow. I am just three hours away from your home. I should be there by tomorrow near noon or a little after. Is that good for you and Rachael? I really want to see you. “
“Yes, sure son. I cant wait. She is happy to see you too. She has some things she wants to say. I wish you could tell me what this is all about. “
“I will tell you all tomorrow. “
He smiled as everything was just about set. He felt he was just about to finally redeem himself after the humiliation he went though. Everything was going to be repaid in full with twenty years of interest. This was going to be good, very good.
He went to bed in his new place after several more phone calls to judges and child welfare. Things were really going to be good tomorrow. Everything was finally set and he fell asleep eager for his meeting tomorrow.
He awoke rather late that day. He hated a light room so he brought extra heavy curtains for his bedroom. It might have something to do with his past, but he never looked into that. According to him, psychiatrists and counselors were the evil forces in the modern world. They were like above all accountability for their actions and always acted like they were above everyone else.
One thing that struck him as he was driving the country roads in Illinois was how much farmland there was. Once he was outside of Chicago, things just went into hicksville farmland and miles of it in endless rolls of cornfields.
The town they were in was small by comparison to New York or Chicago. This was A town of around 15,000 people total. He turned into his parents houses driveway and pulled in. Whether he was ready or not, it was time for him to confront his family that had abandoned him and humiliated him.
He talked along the driveway in his neat tailored black suit he wore for special occasions. He was surprised when his mother opened the door and let him in. She moved to hug him but he held out his hand, “No, I wont let you hug me, mother” He spit it out like venom. He twisted the word mother out. She backed away, “Dan, don’t tell me you still hold that grudge. It’s been 20 years.”
“Lets sit down and discuss it, because there are things that you do not know about your daughter and what happened to me. But, for taking her side and not letting me tell you then, I hold you responsible, and accountable. Now sit down!” It was clearly a command.
She walked into the living room with him and they saw Rachael sitting there waiting, with her husband. She sat down beside her daughter as he took a seat at the other end of the room. The silence was thick for a few long seconds until he started the whole thing off.
“Hello there, sis. Its been a long time and I bet you thought it was all over, didn’t you,” he shot out cruelly.
She went back further into her seat, but then stuttered, “Yes Dan. I just wanted you to know that I am sorry for everything. Please accept that and I want you to know that back then, I was a teenager, I was cruel and heartless. I never intended it to go that far. “
His face was bright red now. They could tell he was very very angry. His body shook with anger, “Sorry? Did you say sorry, sister?”
“Yes, I really am!”
“Oh, “ He said mockingly. “That fixes everything. Now I can go back and be all well, can't I? Sorry erases the humiliation I suffered at the hands of your friends. And the abuse I endured after your prank and the pedophile. Yes, everything’s just fine now. “
Her husband spoke up, “Now that’s enough, Dan. She said sorry, so let it drop.”
Dan pointed at him, “I know that you are here, Eric, but you will be well advised to keep your mouth shut. This doesn’t concern you and you believe me, you don’t want to be concerned. Unless you want to become an accessory!”
He looked at Dan and said, “What are you talking about, Dan. Accessory to what?”
“Child abuse, rape, many other charges that I have been talking to the state prosecutors office about, child welfare, the district judge. Many of those people. Do you want to be involved in this, now?” Dan asked him accusingly. “Your name can be easily added to an indictment. “
He really didn’t know what the hell was going on here. Dan saw and answered,” Eric, you didn’t know who you married, did you? You married a sex offender. Oh she isn’t on the official list, yet, but that is about to be corrected. You see, before I came here I called the judge and has a search warrant sworn out. They should be here very shortly to carry It out!”
His mother said, “What have you done, Dan?”
“I am righting a wrong that was done to me many years ago. Rachael should be arrested, as you will too. “ He reached into his briefcase and took a folder out. “Mother, I want you to look at this. These pictures were taken of me by Rachael and her friends. I expect there to be a copy here in the house, because of Rachael. I bet she also has some in her house, and police will find them all and other evidence if I am right. I was wearing that uniform at the forceful prompting of Rachael when she led me into the hands of Mr. Kramer, the next door neighbor at the time, and a abusive pedophile. Of course, no one knew at the time, but I still hold Rachael and you responsible. Both of you will be charged as accessories. I tried to tell you, but you weren't listening to me. You said how ashamed you were of me being dressed that way, without knowing it was Rachael’s beating that did it. She was much older and stronger than I was at the time. You were the parent, you were supposed to protect me, and you failed. I suffered at Kramer's hand for over a year of repeated abuse, and Rachael and her friends increasingly humiliating demands. Rachael. I can't imagine how you are a parent but you will go to prison. Child welfare will take your children. That is the end of the discussion.“
About that time, there was a knock on the door. “Open up, State police we have a warrant.”
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Authors note, this is a very short story that just came to my mind and I put together today. I think it is very good if it is very short. I am curious to know if anyone agrees with me or not or if you think there are areas where I can improve the story. Please remember, I just started writing stuff and I cant get better unless I know where I need to improve at.
by Wargamerdude
Chapter I
“Mrs. Valerie!” Melanie shouted to get the others attention as she was about to leave her office. Valerie stopped and looked over. “May I have a word with you before you leave?”
“Yes, Of course, lets step into my office,” The two women went into Valerie’s office. She had a general idea about what it was about. She was the Principal of the High School and they were getting a new student that day. She moved in behind her desk and sat down.
Melanie said, “I see you have decided to dress very formal in contrast to your usual, lets say casual dress. Are you trying to look professional for our new student Rene and his mother?”
Valerie laughed, “What, This formal? “
It was formal and she did want to look formal and professional for her new student. That was just professional. Her dark colored formal business skirt and jacket made her look both formal and sexy. She was glad that she could still pull off the look in her late early forties. Never had to do much to her hair. It naturally curled and hung below her shoulders.
“Yes, you are right, so what’s on your mind, Valerie? “
“Its this new student Rene that I want to talk about. I think that he would be a good candidate for this years project. The one that you placed me in charge of selecting boy candidates. He would make a good one,” She said to Valerie.
“You don’t have to OK any of your selections with me. I gave you the full authority to select boys for the project. Why are you here for?” She knew that Melanie knew this also so she had no idea what all of this was about.
“I want you to help me. Rene is new here so it might be a shock to him to learn he must attend training and a beauty pageant as a girl. The training period as you know is twelve weeks and he is a boy, it will be very hard on him. Especially when he learns he has no choice. That decision has been made by the schools board and the state law. His mother is from Nevada. She could be a lot of trouble also.”
As always, Valerie swept it all away with a wave of her hand. She wasn’t the least bit concerned. Melanie knew that very few things worried Valerie. Valerie said smoothly, “I will take care of it if any of them try to resist Rene’s involvement in the project. If he refuses, he wont get any credits for the semester. They will find the courts, If they try to go that course to be very unhelpful. They all agree with this and they are bound by the Mississippi Law. And as you know, if they try to make too much trouble for us that we have the society, that you are a member of. They choose to move here, if they don’t like it then they can move back. “ Her eyes narrowed at the Melanie, “Are we clear on this?”
She gulped, “Yes, Ma’am. And thank you for your support. I can't wait to tell him that he will have to attend this school year as a girl. He can keep his name it sounds so feminine. “
She turned and left. Valerie noticed quietly to herself how Melanie could easily pass as a student instead of a teacher there. With her slim body, her young face and long blonde hair, she looked like she was sixteen instead of in her mid twenties. But, despite her youthful looks, the woman was as hard as a nail. But Valerie didn’t have any problem with her plans for young Rene. She wished all of her boys could would be forced to go though the program instead of just six a year. Or, better yet, she wished the state would pass a law forbidding boys could going to school period. There was something about boys that really pissed her off. She hated them. Why should she have to waist the counties resources educating them? Boys were so dumb.
*
Rene had just gotten out of the car and his mother got out on the other side. He didn’t like this move at all. He lost all of his friends and had to move all the way to Philadelphia Mississippi. He didn’t make a lot of friends because of his small frame and the face he was mistaken for a girl by boys and some girls at his old school. Many of the other boys felt uncomfortable around him once they knew he was a boy. Most of the girls were good to him but a few could really be cruel. He really hoped that he would be accepted better in Mississippi. He wanted to do well there. His mother had just driven up to his new school. She told him that they had a meeting with the schools principal. He saw the two women waiting for them when they walked though the door. He saw the surprised look on the older woman’s face when she saw him. She quickly covered it up with a professional detached outlook but he saw the look of surprise first. He just couldn’t help how he looked. He wished he could look more like a normal boy.
Both women looked at him and smiled. She reached out toward his mother and said, “Hello, You are Crystal Michells and this is your….son, Rena.” It was a question.
She laughed lightly, “Yes I am Crystal but his name is Rene. He hates being mistaken for a girl. “
She answered, “Well OK. I am Valerie Kendal and this is the assistant principal and one of administrators here. She is Melanie Kramer. Welcome to Philadelphia high school. Your son can wait here will we go into my office and talk privately for a moment if you please.”
They walked into her office as her son sat outside waiting. Valerie noticed that Rene sat gracefully into his chair, crossed his legs at his thighs femininely and folded his hands in his lap. 'Dam!' she thought to herself, ‘his mannerisms is so female. Does he even notice how feminine he appeared to others?'
His mother started off, “Mrs Kendal, Rene is very sensitive about himself. He really hates being mistaken for a girl, or referred to as a girl. He hates being called Rena. Please don’t let other students tease him about it.”
Valerie knew she had to tell her about the project, “Ms. Michelle’s, Your son is so incredibly feminine now. His appearance and what I can only think is manicured nails on his fingertips, most of all his motions. It is so easy to mistaken him for a girl that I think he may be transgender. Have you ever had him psychologically tested by a gender specialist?”
“Yes, and he recommended some medication but when he was very upset when he learned of the doctors determination. He maintains he is a boy. Please don’t mention anything about that to him or he will become a problem,” His mother told her.
“Ms. Michelle’s, You have to know how things run in this state. I am sorry to inform you that do to your child's extremely female nature, he has been selected for the state beauty pageant. Every high school in this state is required to select a number of male students to compete in the event. He has no choice in the matter, neither do you. If he refuses, he wont get any credits to graduate to the next year. He will be held back until he cooperates. Do you understand?” Valerie dropped the bomb on the stunned and now very angry mother”
“What the hell are you telling me, Mrs. Kendal. How can the schools get away with this? Aren’t there any courts or state oversight for such abuses.”
Valerie assured her, “Yes we have child services, courts and police. They agree with these training programs. This pageant is required by a state law. Take it to court if you wish, but you will loose. No court in the state will support you if you try to fight this. “
“How can such perversions be tolerated by the state. Making a boy compete in a beauty pageant. Well tell me what he will be required to do?”
“Several years ago a group of mothers on the board agreed and held a pageant for boys to compete in. They passed some rules that the boys had to in order to graduate. Your son will have to attend school as a girl. He will be assigned a girl to help teach him what he must do to win. She will be called a mistress and she is approved by the board. She is another girl student here and he will have to see her for tutoring and instruction several times a week. He will be dressed, trained in female mannerisms and such. Makeup, walking, heels, things we learned as young girls. It looks like he pretty much as most of it,” Valerie laughed. His mother wasn’t the least bit happy. “I have to warn you, the girls can be kind of cruel to the boy contestants. The pageant is set for the summer so he will have to attend his entire freshmen year as a girl, serving and learning from a group of real girls. I think it is time for Rena to come in so we can inform him about this. “
There didn’t seem to be any way out of it. She had to tell Rene. She said, “Let me tell him myself and then you can talk to him. He will be very upset and I hope you know what your doing."
Crystal had went out the door to talk to Rene to see that there was another girl sitting beside him and she was talking to him already. He looked troubled already. She found out why he was upset when got within range to hear them.
“Rena, I know this is going to be hard for you but you look so pretty that I know you can be the most beautiful girl in this years pageant. You will be a princess once we have you dressed in a sexy gown and makeup. You are so girlie Rena. The first thing we need to do.”
Crystal walked up and interrupted them, “Rene who is this girl, is she giving you any trouble.” She looked very upset now. She was just about ready to deck the other girl.
Rene said though stifled tears, “This lady said she is Ashley. She told me about a awful pageant that I will have to compete in and she said she would train me to be a girl. Please tell me this isn’t true.”
She glared at Ashley, “Ashley you were leaving so I could have a word with my son. Weren’t you.” She glared hatefully at her that said she had better, or else.
Ashley walked away simmering with anger. “You will get yours.”
As she walked out, Crystal sat beside Rene and held him tightly. “I am sorry that this happened, Rene. I am afraid it is true. Of course, you don’t have to do this. But, if you don’t then its set up so you wont graduate. It is your choice so you tell me what you want to do and I will back you up. But, please consider this project. You are a boy but will being a girl for one year be so bad. Please think about it because I would hate seeing such a silly thing as dressing and makeup prevent you from getting your high school diploma. “
He was clearly upset but as he thought about it, it didn’t seem to bad. He was teased so bad for just looking like a girl. At previous schools, he was bullied and teased for his nature. He couldn’t help it but it made him hate his looks. He wanted to be more feminine but it was something that was impossible. Perhaps, this just could be a good excuse, and no one could tease him over it, they couldn’t beat him up. Perhaps the awful girl Ashley could be hard on him but not to hard and surely they would protect him from the boys. He braced himself for a difficult year and said, “Yes mom. I will cooperate with the women here. I will compete in the beauty pageant and be the prettiest princess there. “
Wow that surprised crystal. She held him, “If you ever have any second thoughts, let me know and I will find a way out of it. Even if we have to leave Mississippi, that is how much I love you, Rene. You’re my son.”
“Mom,” He asked with a hint of worry in his small voice, “Would you still love me as much if I was your daughter instead of a son?”
“I will always love you, Rene. Lets go and talk to Valerie and you can tell you that you will compete in the beauty pageant. Lets get some more information on what you will have to do there. Lets hope it doesn’t go to far.” They went through the door and sat down. Valerie noticed how incredibly feminine rene was. It was amazing. He was so small, graceful and she noticed that his hips even moved as he walked. “
He immediately spoke up to Valerie, “Miss, I have agreed to compete in this pageant. But why do you do this? Making freshmen boys compete in a beauty pageant as girls isn’t something I ever heard of.”
“Rena, “ Valerie, “I am Mistress Fox. You will address all females as Mistress. We do this because we find it sets a good example to the males here. This state has such a history of incredible violence among the males here. There have been so many beatings, needless racist killings here. This brings out the softer side of males, and makes them very respectful of women.”
Crystal thought it was a load of crap and didn’t hesitate to say so, “Miss Fox that is crap. Forcing boys into this, would make them angrier and could cause their fathers to react violently aren’t you afraid, there must have been examples of boys lashing out at their mistresses here.”
Valeries face suddenly frowned and she felt intense hostility from her. “Indeed we have, but we have ways of dealing with their violence so it never repeats itself. We have the society. Members are in the state legislator and local governments. There will be no violence tolerated. On the girls here, and Rena we know your history. We wont let any violence happen on the boy candidates. We will protect you. You needn’t worry. “
That made him feel safer, a little. Crystal was frightened. She feared for her son and wondered what they put the boys here through if boys violence and fighting was something they never worried about. She started seeing Valerie as some kind of monster.
Crystal asked Valerie, “He has accepted that he really has no choice so I must know, as his mother. What will he have to do, what is involved in this pageant? What will he have to do and what does the training process consist of?”
She knew that Valerie wouldn’t like this but it didn’t matter. “There are several parts to this pageant. There is several elements he will be graded on. The first part is fashion. He will be instructed on clothing styles, makeup, mannerisms. He will have to put together his own wardrobe. He will be supervised on applying makeup and buying his own makeup. Then he will put on a runway show at the end of the semester. Through out the year, he will be supervised and graded on his progress and girlhood. “
“Then there is also the Prom. He will be required at some point in getting a boyfriend, maintaining a relationship with him and going to the prom with him. He will have to go on dates as any teenage girl would. He will be graded on his progress with the relationship. Then, He will have to serve his Mistress that we appoint. We chosen Ashley Abbot. I think you two met and he will be graded by her and the supervisor, Melanie. His last part is throwing a party for the girls. Serving them as a sort of hostess and maid. He will have to obey everything she says for he is also being graded on his obedience and ability to serve his mistress. The mistresses are also being graded on their ability to maintain control over the boys. ‘
Oh my god, that was so perverted and disgusting to her. Transgedered boys didn’t bother her so much as she half suspected her son was one but forcing a boy to go though such was unthinkable. And the dating a boy. What kind of monsters were these, “I don’t think we can go though this, Valerie. Dating a boy, what the fuck are you idiots thinking about. He doesn’t like boys.’
Valerie was upset now but she said calmly, “There is nothing to worry about. There is no sex allowed. There freshmen. The dates are quietly supervised. “
“Well ok “
Rene spoke up, “Mother that’s enough. I will accept this. I am sorry for what mother said, Mistress Fox. She is just trying to protect me. I can do all of that. I don’t look forward to prancing around like a sissy but it seems as if we have no choice. When do I start?”
“Lets start right now, “ Valerie spoke into an intercom “Melanie, can you find Ashley Abbot and come in here please.”
The two came in within a minute and his mom saw a flash of fear come across Rene’s face when he saw Ashley, the girl that had bullied him and humiliated him already. His mom laid a comforting hand on his shoulder and it seemed to calm him down. But he would still face many hours alone with the tough girl. He was still worried, very afraid.
They approached the mother and her child and the girl introduced herself, “We see eachter again, girl. I am Ashley Abbot. This is our teacher, Melanie Newman. I will be your Mistress for the year. I will be showing you how to be a pretty graceful girl, I will instruct you how to behave around boys. You will be such a party girl. “
Melonie laughed, “That’s our Ashley. She loves making quit boys into outgoing party girls, her girls always end up looking very skanky. Your son may end up juggling two or more boyfriends.”
His mother had became very alarmed and Rena layed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Please don’t make another scene mom. Mistress Fox assured that no sex would be involved. “
Ashley chimed in, “That’s true but he may be expected to perform felatio at various times for her boyfriend. “
The look on Renes face was unmistakable. He looked revolted. “I hope you wont make me do that. Mistress. “
She smiled, “I was teasing, sissy. But truthfully, some of my sissies have had to do that task. You may be graded on that. Every girl at least does that once in their life for the boy we want to please. If you are really in the mindset, it is a emotional connection to his pleasure, not a sexual act.
Chapter One
"Miss Valerie, Miss Valerie, may I have a word with you before you leave?“ Came a shout from down the hallway by a woman quickly running though the halls franticly trying to catch up to her.
Valerie stopped in mid stride and turned, waited for the woman running to reach her. When she was close enough, she finely said sharply, “Melanie, what’s the big problem, calm yourself down and lets go into my office to settle what ever it is that’s on your mind!”
After they made it into her office and sat down, Melanie spoke up, “I see you have chosen to go all out today, you look very formal and serious.”
Valerie laughed, “What? This formal? “
It was formal and she did want to look formal and professional for her new student. That was just professional. Her dark colored formal business skirt and jacket made her look both formal and sexy. She was glad that she could still pull off the look in her late early forties. Never had to do much to her hair. It naturally curled and hung below her shoulders.
“Yes, you are right, so what’s on your mind?“
She asked, ”Valerie, have you seen the report on the new student we will get this year, the freshmen Rene from Nevada?”
Valerie shook her head, “I may have but I don’t recall her. Refresh my memory please.”
“Rene is a fourteen year old boy but from the medical reports, he can easily be made into a girl. I am choosing him for the pageant this year. Here take a look at the doctors medical report.”
She took the papers and read though the report for a few minutes. She could hardly believe this was a boy at all. She looked at boys photo and was amazed that such a boy could exist. It was also very sad. The boy had elevated levels of estrogen in his system and low testosterone levels. He was very small for a boy his age. The boy often associated with girls better than boys and he liked feminine activities. He was often mistaken for a girl by those that didn’t know him. She looked at a picture of him and she swore at first that the picture was of a girl. The structure of his face to his body type was very much like a girl his age, not a boy. His name was Rene, he was a fourteen year old boy. His mothers name was Crystal. She had an effeminate son and an older daughter three years older than the son. He was very pretty and she had an idea about what Melanie wanted now.
Melanie said, “Do you see how pretty Rena is, she would be perfect for the pageant this year. I think she would win and be the queen. What are your thoughts on her?”
“She certainly is very girlish for a genetic boy. This pageant is usually used for the more unruly boys to tame them. This boy doesn’t need such humiliation and controls placed over him. He is practically a transgender, Melanie. Why do you want to make her do this pageant?”
“Because look at him, Valerie. She is perfect and beautiful. The psyc report says she has elevated levels of estrogen in her body and thinks like a girl. But becomes upset when its mentioned. She was tormented by boys in her previous school so if we give her a good environment to grow as a girl and encourage female activities, She could blossom as a girl. Don’t you agree?”
She wasn’t sure she agreed with Melanie’s reasoning. She felt she had to try, “Melanie you know I love what you do, but think about it for a second. This pageant isn’t such a forgiving and open environment. The pageant contestants are subjected to rigorous training, extreme humiliations and verbal and some times even physical brutality bordering on terror. It is used to tame the bigger harsher boys. This boy doesn’t need such treatment because from what this report says, he is already very respectful, and soft bordering on sissy. It was because of his soft nature that the boys teased him. Do you really want to subject him to the same thing because of his nature?”
“Yes I think it will work. Valerie, I never known you to stand up for a boy before. What’s gotten into you?”
Indeed, what has sparked this protective nature for this boy student? She usually was the first to impose the most humiliating punishments on boy students. She was known to have a passionate hatred for boys. Perhaps, it was because this boy wasn’t really a boy all. This was weird and would need looked into.
Valerie said, “Never mind. If you want him to compete in the pageant you have my consent. You don’t need it, The school board put you in charge of the Pageant and selecting contestants. Was there anything else you needed?”
Melanie stood up, “That was it and thank you. “She moved closer to Valerie and embraced the other woman. Valerie knew that the other woman was very sexual with everyone. She often forced the boys to participate in sexual acts with her. She tried to make them lesbians for her. They liked her because of her proportions 32DD but the boys didn’t like that they weren’t really allowed to do what they wanted. She dominated and humiliated them.
Rene was riding in the front seat with his mother driving. He didn’t really that she had to move them from Las Vegas Nevada all the way to Philadelphia Mississippi, and they had driven all the way. But this was where her job moved them and it was the only thing they could do if they wanted to keep making a good living.
He hoped that things would be better there than in Nevada. He didn’t really like it there. Because of his soft girl like looks, the bigger boys bullied him, hit him and even some times they made him very uncomfortable with sexual innuendos and rude flirting. Their abuse even went so far as groping him and it was very humiliating.
They treated him like he was a girl and he grew to hate it there. He hoped things would be better in Mississippi but from what he heard, it didn’t hold out much hope. From the news reports the place was set to explode. He heard about riots, violence, protests and even open killings in Mississippi. It seemed to him as if the state of Mississippi was burning with the fire of violence and hate.
He looked in the back seat to see his older sister Jessica asleep. She was cradling her head on a pillow on the window. He admired how she was so strong and beautiful at the same time. He loved her and he knew by the way she was fiercely protective of him that she loved him back.
“Rene we are almost to Philadelphia,” His mother told him.
“Yeah, It still looks like we are in the middle of no where. All I see or forest and trees. Where the heck are we?” Rene asked.
“Well Rene,” His mother said, “It seems we are in a county called Neshoba. We are around five miles from Philadelphia. We will be there in a few minutes.
“Mother, can you tell me about the school you signed me up for, again.” He asked her.
“Sure, Neshoba Boys school. It seems that all of the schools are segregated into boys and girls school because they cant go together. Its weird but naturally you’re a boy so you go to the boys school. Six hundred boys go there and all of the teachers are women. And the entire state has some weird custom every year that they select 60 boys from the freshmen year to participate. When a boy’s chosen he must do it or he wont get any credits to graduate. That’s all I know Rene. What do you think?”
His mind was foggy, he said airily, “I don’t know. Do you know anything about the custom?”
“No,” She said. “Not really. I couldn’t get anything but it seems to be some type of pageant. Look outside, we are coming upon the city.”
He knew that his assessment was right as he looked out his window. The place did look very scary as they drove past the first few blocks of houses. Several of the houses were on fire and large fire trucks were there putting them out. He was horrified as they drove past the last house. It was blazing and there seemed to be a blacken tree trunk that was put out in the front yard. It seemed to be some type of symbol but since it had burnt out, he couldn’t tell what it was, just that it was large.
The police were there investigating and cutting down a man that was hanging from a tree. A boy that he assumed was the son was beside the man. The police hadn’t got to him yet. Something hard settled into the pit of his stomach and Rene started feeling cold.
His mother saw him start to shake till she pulled the car to the side of the Two Lane highway. She put her hand on Rene’s shoulder and said, “I saw it too. We will be safe, I can assure you of that, Rene. No matter what happens, we have each other. “
His sister popped up from behind his seat. She was awake from her slumber and laid another comforting hand on him and said, “Me too, Rene so don’t worry. We all have each other. No one will hurt you, or mom with me around. “
He looked over his shoulder and told her, “Thanks sis. You always have a way of making me feel safe around you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
She giggled, “Me either. You would be lost.” She wrapped her arms around his little body.
“OK, we better get there before Ms Kelly thinks we forgot about her.“ Her children started laughing as she pulled out and started driving again. He was still afraid but his family made him feel like there was a chance they could get out of it alive. “
Things really started to heat up as the got further into town. There was a very scary protest near the town hall. There were many men of different races protesting together in front of the city hall. They were holding signs and shouting loudly and getting very angry. There was a stiff police line in front of the city hall preventing them from getting close. Strangely, they all were female, and holding some kind of machine gun.
He could read the signs as they got closer and he finely figured it out. Every sign had something about voting and males right to vote. ‘Didn’t males have the right to vote anyway’, he thought. There was something seriously wrong with this state. He said out loud, “What is wrong with these people, mom”
“I don’t know, Rene but we will figure it out and get though this. “
Rene saw the school he was going to attend. It grew larger as they drove down the street and turned into the schools parking lot. Unlike the previous school he attended in Nevada this one looked very clean. The sides were gleaming white stone. The windows to the classrooms were washed down and there was no trash in the lawn. It was bright green grass. There was no graffiti on the sides of the school or the walkway to the front door. It was all polished and neat. His mother parked in front and they got out. They walked together up the walkway to the front door. He admired how well kept up and clean this school was.
Rene saw two formally dressed women as they made it though the front door. The first thing Rene noticed was how neat the women were. He examined the darker haired one. She looked in her late 30s and Rene noted how beautiful she was. She looked confident, she wore a womans business suit. It was bright blue and her stockings were great. He caught himself wishing that he were that beautiful some day.
‘Stop it Rene’ he chastised himself. 'Stop thinking like that. you’re a boy’ that kind of thought got him beat up in his former school. He cleared his head of those bad thoughts only to hear the woman trying to get his attention.
“Rene wake up, are you staring at my breasts!” she asked in an offended voice.
Rene face turned into a crimson color. He was very embarrassed. He shuddered, “I am so sorry, Ma'am. I wasn’t staring at your breasts. I was admiring that sleeveless pink top you have on. Its just so lovely on you. I matches your skirt so well. I was trying to figure out if your top was silk or cotton. I am so sorry if I offended you, I didn’t mean to stare. You just look so lovely. “
She was totally speechless now. Her mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words. She had never knew a boy that knew clothing so well as this, boy. She looked at him , he felt her eyes examining him. She was stunned at this boys effeminate appearance.
Her eyes traveled down his body slowly, it made him feel very uncomfortable to have her so intensely examine him. His mother held his hand firm.
She could not believe her eyes as she looked at this boy in front of her. From his soft hair, natural wavy curls that hung gently down his bangs to the back of the hair that hung down his back. His face looked soft and so naturally feminine, his arched eyebrows and his cheeks. The face on this boy could so easily be mistaken for a girls. His narrow shoulders and thin arms looked also like a girls midsection. The two small breasts holding up the front of his shirt were also unmistakable signs that this was meant to be a girl. Her eyes traveled down to his hips, his wide hips that were unmistakably feminine.
How could this girl in front of him mistake herself for a boy, and convince herself that she was a boy? She didn’t understand that. Why did the girls mother just go along with referring to her as a boy? Everything about this girl just screamed ‘girl’.
She introduced herself to them, “You must be our new student Rena,” She meant to use the female version of the girl’s name. She saw her offended reaction to the female name. She would have to learn. She then looked at the older woman beside him that has suddenly became upset. “You must be his mother, Crystal. I am Valerie Kelly. I am this school's principal. How are you, How is your lovely daughter doing?”
Valerie saw Crystals face flash red with anger. She spit out at Valerie, in a very tight angry tone, “He is my son, Valerie. His name is Rene. Not Rena. You must understand that, despite his appearance, he insists he is a boy and not a girl. Now do you understand?”
The others tone became serious, she said, “Crystal, I think we had better go into my office to talk. We have some serious matters to discuss."
The two women walked into the principal's office and Valerie shut the door. She sat behind her desk and gazed evenly at the girls mother. She took a deep breath, “OK, Miss Kendal, there is no easy way to say this so I am going to have to just tell you straight out and be blunt about it. I am sorry to tell you that your son, Rene has been selected by the board and the programs administrator. He has no choice. If he refuses to cooperate with them then his credits will be withheld until he completes the entire program in which case, he will be allowed to graduate when he gets all of the credits. Do you understand, now?”
Crystal still didn’t understand what the program entailed. But she did understand that they had little choice in the matter, “Valerie, I think that I understand because he was selected that he must do this ‘program’ as you say. Now do you mind letting me know what this program is, please?”
“Sure,“ Valerie said confidently, leaning back in her chair, her arms draped down lazily. “The project is a beauty pageant, for the boys. It’s very cute actually. The final pageant is at the end of the semester, it’s a two-day event, they wear gowns, there’s a swimsuit part, a question and answer part. But the pageant is just one part of the entire project. It lasts the entire school year in which he will have to be a girl, that means choosing an entire wardrobe, he will have to be taught how to be a girl and he will be graded on how convincing he is in his clothing type, style, walk, mannerisms, makeup application. We have appointed him a girl, she will aid him, help him learn all that he will have to learn in order to be as convincing a girl as he can be. He will also be taken by the girls to stores and choosing various clothing’s in which he will be graded on. He will also have to choose a skill and be graded on, like a talent, fashion, cooking, seamstress, cheerleading, and he will be graded on how well he progressed in it. Another part of the Project, he will have to go on several dates with a boy, dances, restaurants, romantic settings and he will be have to maintain a romantic relationship with a boy, as his girlfriend. The progress of the relationship and how connected he is to her will determine the grade. Do you understand, Crystal?”
As Crystal listened to what would be required from her son, her face darkened, the creases around her eyes sharpened. It was clear that she was becoming very upset at what was being told to her and when Valerie asked if she understand, it took more than a few seconds to register. After a minute, she said, “Yes I think that I do understand what you have in mind for my son.”
Crystal stood up from her chair and approached Valerie's desk in a very aggressive manner. She said in a calm but very icy tone, “If you think that I will allow you bitches to treat my son that way then you have another thing coming!“ Her voice rose, “I will not, I repeat, Not let my son be subjected to such treatment. What can you people be thinking to force children into such programs? Have you lost your minds? I am leaving. We will think of another way to get him an education.”
Valerie spoke up, “There is no other way, Crystal. No court will side with you and believe me, some mothers have tried but no court in Mississippi will take your side. Its all legal, in fact this program is required by state law for all male students to graduate. No matter what you do, where you go in the state, even if you home school he will have to still complete the program, it will only be for a year, perhaps at most two if he fails and has to retake it. But he will have a lot of support, and Crystal, may I say, your son seems very talented at femininity. He should have no problem with it, My associate Melanie hopes that after he completes it, he wont want to return to being a boy."
Valerie could tell that Crystal was still very angry, but she backed up, thought for a second. It did seem that this school had all of their ends covered legally for this project, It was a state law so no one could really challenge it. She wondered if it ever got up to the state supreme court, she did say every court. She wondered what the federal authorities would say about this. She resolved herself to finding an attorney and finding out what the federal court system or federal authorities would say. But that would have to wait for later, she had to go thought this first.
She said, “Well if that is what we have to do. Let me go out and talk to my son first, we will see if he is willing and if he isn’t, I wont force him to comply.“
As Crystal was walking out, Valerie chimed in, “Then if he is unwilling, he wont graduate. Its as simple as that.”
“There are other ways, I'm sure. Perhaps Georgia, or we can sue, at the federal level. “
It was now Valerie's turn to get angry, her face clouded up in anger, “Things would get very messy then. We don’t let people go to those federal people. Did you hear about three boys from Missouri riding around Mississippi trying to rally people for civil rights, Did you hear about them?”
Crystal stopped cold, “Yes I think I did. Now the FBI is looking for them around this state. No one has heard from them in months.”
Valerie smiled, “Exactly. People, who cause trouble, have ways of disappearing. I advice you strongly not to cause trouble. “
As she stood at the doorway, the blood drained from her face. She felt her knees weaken. Suddenly, this state had turned into something else. Something very sinister and serious. Who were these people here?
The scene that greeted her when she walked out was shocking. It immediatly kicked in her protective nature. Her son was curled up on the bench, shaking and cowering, covering his face as a larger girl hovered over intimidating and teasing him cruelly, she looked to be four years older. Long blonde hair and strong too, telling him he was a sissy and needed to wear a minidress.
“Rene you are a very cute girl why do you need to pretend to be a ’boy’“ she drug the boy out teasingly, “You would look much better in a cute little miniskirt. I bet you wore skirts before didn’t you, and went out dating boys. You are a cute sissy.”
He just cowered and started crying, “I will make sure you went this pageant and be the prettiest girl in school. I will teach you well, Cutey.”
Crystal was upon them now, grabbed The other girl and pushed her away from her son. She moved in between her son and this other aggressive cruel girl. Her son said, “Please mom make Ms. Ashley leave me alone.”
“Ashley is it,” Crystal said angry. Her hand on her hip, facing Ashley with her face clouded in anger. “You were just leaving weren’t you, Ashley. You don’t want to get hurt!”
Ashley grumbled, turned to walk away clearly not wanting to upset this woman any more.
Crystal heard and said, ”What was that? Did you say something?”
Ashley turned around, “You don’t know who I am or who your messing with but, you and your boy will learn some respect soon. Bye bye now.”
She sat on the bench beside her son and embraced him warmly. “It's OK now, Rene. You are safe. I am here now.”
She guessed that Ashley already told Rene what he was going to face and that upset her. She didn’t know exactly what to say now.
He said, “Mom, none of us are safe in this state. They're insane! What can we do here? She told me about this awful project for school that I was selected for and I am not sure what to do. I guess we really have no choice. I want to gradate. What do you think?”
“Well I don’t know exactly. We will figure it out, Rene. I wont make you do this stupid project. You don’t have to go to school.”
“Mom, “ He said with a hint of worry in his voice, “Will you still love me if I were your daughter instead of your son?”
“Yes of course I would love you. Why do you have to ask,” Crystal asked.
“I will compete in this thing, Mother. I think that I have no choice as I do want to graduate from high school so I will comply with this. Please don’t make a big scene, Mom. I don’t want us to get into any big trouble. “
She wasn’t sure but she agreed, “OK, Rene, if you are sure about this then I will let you do this, Until I think it is dangerous or hurting you. Lets go tell Valerie your decision. “
She looked strangely at her boy wondering why he chose to do this project. She wondered if he thought it would be cool being a girl. It seemed he always wanted to but was afraid to, because of teasing, torment from other boys so now she wondered if he thought this might be his chance to without any judgment, because he wasn’t given a choice.
They both stood up and she watched her son gracefully stand up, and started walking into the other office on his own. She thought to herself ‘damn no wonder almost everyone mistakes him for a girl the first time they see him. ‘ It made her very sad that her son's life hasn’t been so happy. She hoped some day she could protect him.
They walked into Valerie’s office together and sat down in front of her desk. Rene spoke first, “Ms Kelly, I will cooperate and participate in this pageant of yours. I have convinced my mother to allow me to despite her misgivings of it all. I will do what ever I have to. Who knows, It might be fun to. I am not one of those overly macho stuck up small minded guys that cant open up to new ideas. “
He and asked, “Valerie, he has agreed to compete in the thing I need to ask you, why do you force boys to compete in a girls beauty pageant, as girls?”
“Rena,“ Valerie, “I am Mistress Fox. You will address all females as Mistress. We do this because we find it sets a good example to the males here. This state has such a history of incredible violence among the males here. There have been so many beatings, needless racist killings here. This brings out the softer side of males, and makes them very respectful of women.”
There was no mistake over Crystals opinion as she spoke very loudly for all to hear, “Valerie this is total crap. We all know it is. Forcing boys into this, would make them angrier and could cause their fathers to react violently, aren’t you afraid, there must have been examples of boys lashing out at their mistresses here.”
Valerie’s face suddenly frowned and she felt intense hostility from her. “Indeed we have, but we have ways of dealing with their violence so it never repeats itself. We have the society. Members are in the state legislator and local governments. There will be no violence tolerated. On the girls here, and Rena we know your history. We wont let any violence be perpetrated on the boy candidates. We will protect you. You do not have to worry about being attacked or hurt unless its for discipline.“
Rene felt a little safer as they wouldn’t allow any bullies to attack him over this, but his mother was quite worried now. She started to see a vile monster in Valerie. Like she was some kind of crime boss of some hateful society. What was all of this all about? Was she in the mob or some Sicilian Cosa Nostra? Where did this power come from?
Then she asked, ”We know what the pageant consists of so can you give us some specific details about the project over what will be required of him?”
“First, you must address all girls and women as Mistress. You will address me as Mistress Kelly. I told you about the elements. There is of course the pageant itself that’s at the end of the year, its usually set for the fall, around April. It has several parts to it. There is the question and answer that is thirty percent of the score. Several judges ask the contestants a question and they answer to the best of their ability. Its usually something about girlhood, femininity, boys, dating. Something usually humiliating for the boy to answer in such a setting. There is the swimsuit competition where they pose in a sexy swimsuit and walk down a runway. There is the sleepwear competition where they wear some lingerie and walk down the runway and the end, a formal gown. Each of those are fifteen percent each. Then there is a talent they perform that is twenty five percent of the score. The Mistress will help her though it all, teaching her what she needs to know to get though it. But, the pageant is just one part of the total project. There is also learning a trade, like cooking, housekeeping, seamstress, something he chooses to learn and perfect. That’s another part, or cheerleading, gymnastics, aerobics, There are a lot of choices. That is the other element that will be before the pageant, he will be graded on his progress and skill at what ever trade he learns and prefects. Another part of the project will be his progress and skill at feminine skill sets, like wardrobe, makeup, shopping, dressing, her hygiene, that will be graded and be taught from day one on though the entire two semesters. She will be taught and trained to do her own makeup, choose her own clothings, picking them out at the stores and buying them, her own makeup too and dressing from day to day in good outfits that match. That isn’t easy in itself to learn and will require a lot of training from his Mistress to perfect. The other part of the project is the dating and romantic. She must choose a guy to go after, date, and maintain a romantic boy/girl relationship with him, as a girl. She will have to go out on dates, of her choosing and she will be graded on her progress of the relationship. How ‘into her’ he is and how romantic it all is. She will have to go to the prom with the boy. There wont be any sex involved that we require, we aren’t running a prostitution service. “
“He will have to serve his Mistress that we appoint. We chosen Ashley Abbot. I think you two met and he will be graded by her and the supervisor, Melanie. His last part is throwing a party for the girls. Serving them as a sort of hostess and maid. He will have to obey everything she says for he is also being graded on his obedience and ability to serve his mistress. The mistresses are also being graded on their ability to maintain control over the boys. That’s about it. “
This was the most perverted thing that Valerie ever heard of. How can they do such things on boys? If the boys were transgender that might be one thing but they do this to perfectly regular guys. That was just wrong. “Valerie, you said something about dating a boy. I don’t think Rene can do that. He has never been into boys so what can we do about that?”
“I told you, Crystal. They are just romantic settings. The dates are supervised and there won’t be sex. Its not allowed, I said we are not running a prostitution service. She wont be a call girl. Most she will be required to do is kissing. There is no sex allowed. They're freshmen. The dates are quietly supervised.“
Rene spoke finely after listening to what would be required from him. He said, “Thank you for explaining it to me. I am sorry for what my mother said, She is just trying to protect me. I accept this but I don’t look forward to being such a sissy and wearing gowns and bras. But I will anyway. When can we start?” He worried even more when he heard her say that his Mistress would be Ashley Abbot.
His smile look to genuine for Valerie, almost like she was looking forward to It all and secretly relishing this. So much the better, perhaps Melanie was right after all. She was still sorry about this. He would stop looking forward after a few weeks. It was very brutal and the girls relished in humiliating and degrading their subjects.
“Lets start right now.“ Valerie spoke into an intercom, “Melanie, can you find Ashley Abbot and come in here please.”
The two came in within a minute and his mom saw a flash of fear come across Rene’s face when he saw Ashley, the girl that had bullied him and humiliated him already. His mom laid a comforting hand on his shoulder and it seemed to calm him down. But he would still face many hours alone with this tough girl. He was still worried, very afraid.
They approached the mother and her child and the girl introduced herself, “We see each other again, girl. I am Ashley Abbot. This is our teacher, Melanie Newman. I will be your Mistress for the year. I will be showing you how to be a pretty graceful girl, I will instruct you how to behave around boys. You will be such a party girl.“
Melanie laughed, “That’s our Ashley. She loves making quiet boys into outgoing party girls, her girls always end up looking very skanky. Your son may end up juggling two or more boyfriends.”
His mother had became very alarmed and Rena laid a comforting hand on her shoulder, “Please don’t make another scene mom. Mistress Fox assured that no sex would be involved.“
Ashley chimed in, “That’s true but he may be expected to perform falateo at various times for her boyfriend. “
The look on Rene's face was unmistakable. He looked revolted. “I hope you wont make me do that, Mistress. “
She smiled, “I was teasing, sissy. But truthfully, some of my sissies have had to do that task. You may be graded on that. Every girl at least does that once in their life for the boy we want to please. If you are really in the mindset, it is an emotional connection to his pleasure, not a sexual act.
It seemed to Rene that there would be sex with a boy after all. He wasn’t sure if he could handle doing oral sex with a boy but it seemed, as with everything else, he wouldn’t be given any choice in the matter. He simply nodded, “I understand, Mistress Abbot. “
“That is good that you understand, Rena. “ Ashley said very confidently. “We will start training tomorrow. See me here at 7:30 Am and we will start. Get a good sleep tonight. “
As they were driving home, His mother spoke up in the silence, half way to their new place Crystal had purchased, “Rene I admire how you made this choice dispite how hard it must seem to you. You have always had lots of resolve but I am not sure if you can really do all of this. Have you really thought about what it will do to you and how harsh and cruel Ashley is?”
“Yes, Mother. She really scares me a lot. I am terrified of Ashley but I don’t see any way out of this. If you find a way out then I will take it. Until then, I will behave meekly for them. It cant be all bad, can It?” His mind was laughing and saying Yes it can be all bad.
Rene had fallen asleep in his new bedroom. They explored the place, and he was surprised. His mother had brought this new house and paid for it. It was one of the biggest places they ever lived, it had a full two stories. He didn’t have much time so he chose one of his mothers silk niteys to wear to bed. He snuggled into his bed and fallen asleep quite fast.
He had slept around three hours before they were awaken suddenly by a loud blast. They both woke and ran down stares to see what happened. Something had broken the front window in, totally shattered it and glass shards were spread across the living room. There was glass and a huge hole in the wall across from the window. It was as if someone had shot a large gun. It happened again, there was a loud blast and he saw across from him the blast from a muzzle out of the window and blast blew across the room again making the hole bigger. It was very scary for him.
Then, the front door broke in and several people that were totally cloaked in sheets grabbed him and his mother and drug them outside. Rene was kicked in the stomach. He felt a dull ache as he doubled over in pain.
He felt his arm wrenched behind him and pressed his face into the cold grown. He tasted the dirt and grass as the woman pressed into him. She snarled, “ You listen here boy and listen good. Your momma better hear this good too. You two better be real good now, hear? She better stop being such a hard case and you better be real nice to the women now. And if some federal boys show up asking weird questions, don’t tell them a thing at all. If we hear you flapping those lips to federal boys then we will have to put you in the ground, boy. Now you think about that. “
He felt one women of the women kick his stomach real hard and then she hit his face. As he was covering his face, the women ran into a car and sped off. His mother ran over to hold him tight. They could see by the brilliant fire in their front yard, there was some symbol on fire towering with flames. Rene was too hurt to tell what It was. To his mother, it looked kind of like a cross but not exactly. There was something like an oval over the cross. She couldn’t tell exactly because of the towering flames. She pulled him inside and called the police.
The Señorita
By wargamer
Chapter one, An offer I couldn’t refuse
A young man gets himself into trouble by dating the wrong girl.
Girls were one of my biggest problems in my life. I loved them all way too much. That was how I got myself in this situation. I was often called a slacker in school. That was not true but I can see how people could put that label on me. I was way too smart for school. I bought the books, I read though them all and learned the entire curriculum in the first week. That meant I was bored the rest of the semester because I had learned it all. I was often smarter than the teachers teaching me since I was in middle school. I ended up hating school, it was just something I had to waist time in because I already knew what the teachers were teaching me. It looked like I did nothing so I was labeled a slacker. Even though I always got straight As. So that was why I started hanging out with girls and dating them.
I graduated High school and went to college. I dropped out because I fucking hated it. It was the same shit and I didn’t learn anything I did not already know. I got a job and I figured that was my path. I began to rise though the ranks of business because of my quick wit and I learned so very fast. Then I began dating girls like crazy. I dated a different girl every week. I was bored with that so I began juggling multiple dates with different girls every week. I found two or three who didn’t mind dating together and invited them both for a two on one. Some weekends it was three on one.
Then I thought I found the woman of my life. Beautiful Regina. She was a dark skinned Latino from South America. She was perfect and I stopped dating around and focused all my love on her. I decided to propose after dating her for six months. Had I known the storm that would cause I wouldn’t have. The biggest problem was her fiancé and he was pissed at me.
The storm began as I was basking in my small apartment in the evening thinking about going to bed. Regina had left for the night but we were considering getting a place of our own. Then three large men broke into my apartment. I had no idea who they were or why they wanted me. I figured I was dead. Two of them stood back while the one I assumed was in charge approached me. He began the discussion, “Greetings, Michael. I am Salvador. We have a serious problem we need to clear up.”
I had no fucking idea what this was all about. Since they had busted into my place with all their manpower. They could explain to me what the problem was. I didn’t have a clue. I said, “I’m waiting for you tell me our problem. If this is not a robbery, then take what you want. If you plan on killing me then do it. What is this about?”
“Our problem is Regina. You proposed to marry her and that is a serious problem,” Salvador told me in his deep Spanish voice. He looked like a massive intimidating man with a bushy mustache. I guessed he was six foot five inches tall powerhouse with huge shoulders and legs. He didn’t look like he needed any men to help him do anything.
I risked asking, “I love her so what is the problem, sir. Are you her Father, If so I am sorry, but she didn’t mention any family. Had I known, I would have asked you first. Can you forgive me?”
Salvadors face turned red. He said in a barely controlled voice, “I am her Fiancé. She broke it all off because of you.”
I screamed, “What!! Oh my god I’m so sorry. She never mentioned that either. I will break it off too.”
“You humiliated me. You insulted my masculinity and my honor,” said Salvador.
I started shaking. I figured I was a dead man. I looked warily at the two men standing by. They were armed, I saw their guns under their silk suits. I was not going to survive this.
Salvador said, “As I see it, there is only one way to solve this.”
Yep, I thought to myself. I was going to get shot. It was coming very soon. I was no coward. I looked at him and waited for one of the men to pull their guns and fire it at me.
“Yes, I know what this is about now. I humiliated you by proposing to your fiancé. I swear I didn’t know. Had she told me I would had left her alone. If you plan on killing me then I’m ready.”
He laughed, “She was a slut. I was stupid to trust her. You still humiliated me. I don’t want to kill you. This is, lets say, an offer you can’t refuse.”
Okay, I was not going to die. What would I have to do, some jobs for him to clear this up. Maybe smuggle some drugs for him. I was waiting for his offer.
“Since you took my girlfriend from me. Your only option is for you to become my girlfriend. You and Me date, you learn to be a woman for me.”
I didn’t speak. This was getting too weird, but my options did look limited. His men had their guns out clearly visible in my presence. It was clearly for intimidation. I should had chosen death but I was 22 with my whole life ahead of me. I wanted to live my long life. I figured it would not last very long before he got his kicks from forcing a white American straight boy to be his girlfriend. He must had been straight too so I guessed. He would humiliate me for a while then find a more faithful girl. I said, “I will do it.”
Salvador smiled under his mustache, “What will you do, I want to hear it.”
“I will be your girlfriend,” I told him.
He smiled knowingly, “Good. My sister Laura will help you adapt to life as a woman. She will help you get new womans wardrobe and show you how to dress and act from now on. You obey her. A word of warning, if you give her trouble one of my men will visit you. We will have people watching you from now on to see if you dare go out as a guy anymore. You are woman, 24 hours a day.”
I screamed, “What!” Apparently, I couldn’t just dress for our dates and return as a guy. I was expected to change my entire life. “What about my job, what about my family and friends.”
Salvador said, “I will take over payments for your apartment and clothing for a while. Do we have a deal?”
I noticed one of his men had their guns barrel resting against my temple. My options were very limited. I would have to play Salvador’s game for a while.
I said, “Yes”
He smiled delighted. Laura walked in, warmly smiled at me. She was beautiful too. Her dark complected skin, her brown wavy hair and eyes. I would love to date her. I watched her kneel in front of me and stare intently into my face. Closely examining my features. She ran her beautifully manicured fingers down my cheeks, onto my chin. My neck and down my chest. She looked at my long dark hair.
“This one is a very pretty one. He won’t require much work to make him pass as a woman. Not at all like that last one you had who was all hairy and bulging muscles. Michael will be easy.”
Salvador started to leave, then he turned and said, “Michael will not work. Lets call ‘her’ Miranda.”
She thought it was cute and they walked out and she began work on me. I wondered what the hell I had got myself into. How long would it last and when it was over, would I be able to return to a male life. If this lasted to long and people around here adapted to Miranda, how would they react to Michael?
She told me, “Let us go shopping.”
I didn’t move. I needed a few answers so I asked her, “What will happen to me, Laura.”
“I do not know. You two will date, get to know eachother and see if he likes you,” Laura told me.
Oh wonderful. “If he likes me, then what.”
She shook her head, “Any number of things can happen. He might let you go or he might decide to keep you.”
I yelled out, “He can’t keep me. This is America.”
Her look turned serious, “He is not from America and our ways are different. Think about your family in this, Miranda. Salvador is a very dangerous man. He has chosen you and he is not like you who just gets engaged to a woman without finding out more about her. He has had his eye on you for a while. He has studied you, met with your family. They seemed to like him and hope it turns out well. They are not happy with you at all. Dropping out of college, dating multiple girls, having orgies in your place. We will have to see how this turns out, Miranda.”
Okay, I was screwed. I could tell she was enjoying calling me Miranda. I stood up, “Okay, lets go shopping.”
Note from the Author and a question. Sorry for being away for so long. I had a writing burnout and my muse died lol.
Now for my question, I didnt post many tags because they did not seem to apply here. This is just the opening and more is planed. Its just the set up he hasent even dressed went out as a girl or dated him yet. That will be for the next chapter and do not worry. It wont get graphic or explicit. Its going to be more about his emotional turmoil as he is forced into a situation he hates with his family on the line.
Should I add the tags now as a warning or wait till they really apply to the future chapters.