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Mark held Allen tightly in his arms as the kid sobbed. It was really sad, Mark thought. He understood how ever. Just one short month ago, the kid had no hope, there was no light shining in his young life. He was a slave to his sister by the say-so of his brother. Even now, He wasn’t sure how Allen could handle. He had lost everything, His parents; his gender was forcible striped from him. as if that isn’t enough, four years held in slavery strips the very freedom and identity of a person. Can Allen learn to live a normal life?

After 20 minutes of powerful heart wrenchingly powerful sobs, Allen seemed to get a hold of himself. He seemed embarrassed. He looked up, his face turned red. He stuttered, “I am sorry about that Detective. I didn’t think it would be that hard on me. “ Allen couldn’t look at Marks face now.

Mark didn’t want him being embarrassed, “Allen, Listen to me carefully. -You- are the victim here. You were hurt and victimized worst than almost any victim I have ever encountered. There is -nothing- to be embarrassed about. You didn’t do anything wrong. I wont hold any moments of weakness against you. “

Allen nodded silently. Mark stood up and said to Allen, “This has been hard on both on us. I’m going to leave you now and go talk to our district attorney to see if we can get the ball moving on justice. “

He started out the door when Allen yelled out, “Don’t leave me yet, detective. I haven’t finished yet. Can you stay until I finish my statement?”

He looked back at Allen surprised. After that he wants to finish. He said” Allen…I don’t know about this. I think you need to rest. I will be back in a few hours. We can finish then.”

Allen held out his hand, “Please, there’s just a little more I want to get out. I really feel that I need to get to that point. Can I?”

Mark turned around, “Alright Allen. If you can then I will listen.“ he went back into the seat across from the hospitalized boy.

He looked like he was improving a lot. Allen looked like he was getting a lot stronger. Mark wondered if he could handle the new shocking information the doctor had found about Allen. He hoped so.

Allen looked over at detective Mark seriously. He said, “This will be as far as I go for a while. What I say now is what happened to me that kept me trapped. It set the direction in my life and took away every part of me that I had.

“The next morning, Kathy finally let me out of bed. After I had fixed myself up, she accosted me in my bedroom. ‘Now you're going to be a slave girl, and I'm going to be your mistress. Isn't that right, little faggot? Kathy told me in all seriousness. “

“I just nodded my head.”

"This is what it means to be my slave’ , Kathy said, ‘and you'd better get used to it.’ She took her bracelet off and tossed it at my feet. ‘Now pick it up,’ she ordered me. I was fuming, but I picked it up. Then she held out her hand. Now put it back on my wrist, faggot."

“I swallowed, and gently eased the bracelet onto her wrist.”

“But immediately she took it off, and threw it at my feet. "Now do it again. Only this time, while you're down there, kiss my feet!"

“I didn't know how much more of this I could take. I knelt and kissed her black vinyl boots.”

"You call that a kiss? I couldn't even feel it. Do it again like you mean it!"

“I planted a big kiss on each of her boots. Then I took the bracelet and placed it around her wrist again.”

"Very good, little slave. Now I've got a pair of bracelets for you to try on." She shoved a pair of handcuffs in my face.”

“I took the handcuffs and stared at them, as she turned her back on me to pick up a long wooden paddle.”

"You need to be more cooperative,’ she said. ‘I hate having to tell you everything twice."

“I was so sick of her ordering me around. And now she was so sure of herself that she was going to make me handcuff myself. She even turned her back on me. But she shouldn't have done that. I snuck up behind her, and snapped a cuff on one of her wrists.”

"What do you think you're doing?’ she yelled, trying to turn to face me. But I was too quick for her. I had taken her by surprise, and grabbed her other wrist. She was thrown off balance, and I pulled her wrists together and manacled them.”

"Are you crazy?’ she shouted. ‘I'll get you for this!"

"You've already gotten me enough," I said, stuffing a handkerchief in her mouth. ‘And I'm tired of taking orders from you."

I shoved her onto the bed. She screamed into the handkerchief, but only muffled sounds came out.”

"Let's take a look at this paddle of yours,’ I said. ‘I'll bet it hurts." Then I lifted her skirt, revealing her panties.”

Allen took a deep breath. He shuttered visibly. A trembling went though his body. “I am not sorry for what I did to her that day. She had hurt me and There was something revealed to me about my sister. And that is that she was a coward. “

"This is for making me have my hair done at the salon," I said, and smacked her butt. 'I wonder how many of these you can take before you start crying,’ I said. She tried to scream again, but now I could see the fear in her eyes, and I licked my lips in anticipation."

“She started crying and I saw fear in her eyes. In no time she was balling and her eyes were pleading with me to stop. I don’t know why because I pleaded with her. She had beaten all mercy out of me. But…that was a mistake for my brother broke in and set things right. He tied me to my bed as if I had done something wrong. “

“It didn't take him long to sort things out, and set Kathy free. ‘I'll get you for this, you little bastard!" she said, choking on tears. But the only one that had a score to settle, was me but she couldn’t understand because she is a woman. They are capable of only seeing things from their prospective. Their heartless being, Detective Luther. ”

I spent that night chained to my bed wearing nothing but padded leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. The next morning, I awoke to find Sandra dressed in a black leather suit, and shaking me.”

"What are you doing here?’ I said.”

"I came to teach you some manners,’ she said, and unchained me from the bed. With my wrists bound in front of me, she grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled me out of bed.”

"Ow,’ I screamed, "take it easy-"

“Then she slapped me across the face, and pulled me close to her. With one cheek burning, and the other one pressed against her soft leather jacket, I was wide awake, and she had my full attention.”

"You're going to get rid of those masculine habits of yours today,’ she said. Naked and bound, she dragged me off to the bathroom, and threw me into the little chair in front of the vanity mirror.”

"You need a shave,’ she told me.”

"But I'm not old enough. I don't have to shave. I said"

"You do where I'm going to shave you. This body hair of yours is so unsightly,’ she said.”

"No young lady should ever have hair on her arms or legs."

“I watched first in fascination and then in horror as she lathered my arm and used a disposable razor on me. It scratched and irritated me, but I wasn't about to let her know that. She went to do shave both of my arms and legs.”

"That'll do for now,’ she said. ‘Does it hurt, sweetie?"

"It's not so bad,’ I shrugged.”

"Then you better get used to doing it yourself every week from now on. We could some hair remover to make it easier on you, but why waste money on a little bastard like you’ ,she snarled at me.?"

I didn't know what to say, and she went on, "That's a nice sun tan you have on your chest. You must look lovely in a bikini."

“Silently I glared at her.”

"Oh, you're so beautiful when you're angry,’ she cooed. ‘And now I'm going to make you even more beautiful, ‘ she told me"

“She picked up a pair of tweezers, and held my head firmly. Slowly, she plucked a hair from my eyebrow, making me wince. And then another and another. I squeezed my eyes shut, not only from the pain, but from the fear that she was changing my appearance permanently. The tan lines on my chest were bad enough, but now I wouldn't be able to show my face without looking like an effeminate little boy. I suffered in silence until she was through.”

"There, don't you look cute?’ she said, turning me to face the mirror. I was horrified to see the thin feminine arch of my plucked eyebrows.”

"Now even if you tried to dress up as a boy, you'll still look like the sweetest little sissy in town. Imagine what real boys will do to you once they see that darling little face of yours!"

“I barely had time to consider my fate when she gathered up my hair with a curling iron.”

"Now what’ ,I moaned.”

"You're going to have an important visitor today, sissy.’ Sandra said, ‘I'm going to tighten your curls a bit because I know you want to look nice."

“And she went on to fix my hair, finally leaving me with a head full of soft curls hanging to my shoulders. I wrinkled my nose as she started applying a foundation. Finally she said, ‘I think some blush will really bring out your cheekbones."

“My mouth open, I turned my head from side to side, my gaze fixed on the mirror. I wouldn't have believed it, but from the neck up, my reflection in the mirror was that of a girl.”

"I see you approve,’ she whispered to me. ‘But we aren't done yet. Part your lips."

“Still in a haze, I did so willingly, and she applied coral lipstick. I licked my lips, and I saw them glisten as she turned me around. Reluctantly, I turned away from my reflection, and she brushed my cheeks. At last she announced that her work was done, and she let me look at myself.”

“She'd covered up my bruises, and I gasped as I stared at the rosy red blush on my cheeks. I reached up to touch my face with my bound wrists, just to make sure it was really me.”

But Sandra caught my wrists and pulled them away. ‘Musn't smudge your makeup, sweetie. Now let's see if your sister may have some ideas about dressing you."

“Suddenly my illusion burst. After what I did to Kathy last night, I was going to be in big trouble now. Whatever ideas my sister had, they weren't going to be good ones. Sandra led me back to my bedroom, where my brother and sister were waiting.”

"Well, look at you,’ Kathy said, as she studied my face. ‘You never looked that good as a boy. I think you're going to make a fine little sister, though."

"What are you going to do,’ I asked.”

"It's not me you need to worry about,’ she said. ‘Wait till you meet Donna."

"Who's Donna, ‘ I asked.”

“But it was Ron who answered. "It's become clear that I can't take care of the two of you by myself,’ he said. ‘And this house is getting to be a mess. “

“So we need some help around here, Ron said."
"What kind of help, ‘ I asked"

"I've hired a governess to run the household,’ he said.”

"A governess? What's that, someone who takes care of kids?’ I asked dumbly.”

"Yeah,’ he snapped. ‘She'll take care of you."

“Kathy made me wear just stockings, panties, and the awful white corset. Then without any outer clothing, she took me downstairs, where Sandra was waiting for me with another woman. Sandra introduced me to a tall, heavily-built woman, whose black hair was tied back in a bun.”

“Her name was Donna, and in her shapeless blue muumuu, she looked like she could play linebacker in the NFL. Even more ominous, she was a friend of Sandra.”

“I was glad to see Sandra leave, but now I faced this hard-looking woman in my living room.
”
"My name is Donna, and I'm going to make sure that you're a well behaved little slave girl. Is that clear?’ she asked me.”

"I'm not really a girl,’ I said. I figured I'd better set her straight before she got the wrong idea about me. ‘They just made me wear these clothes."

“Donna suddenly pulled me close by a handful of hair, and slapped me across the face. I'd never been hit so hard in my life.My head snapped to the side, and my knees buckled. My eyes rolled back in my head as she held me up by my hair. She was Just like a woman, full of cruelty. ”

"Don't you even know how to curtsy, child?’ she asked.”

By now my head had stopped spinning. ‘I'm sorry,’ I begged. "Please don't hit me like that again,"

"Listen to me, little sissy,’ she said, lifting me on my tiptoes. ‘You will speak only when spoken to, and you will address meas Mistress Donna. Is that clear?"

"Y-yes, Mistress Donna," I stammered.

"You are going to be a good little slave girl, or I will beat you day and night, is that clear, ‘ Donna told me."

"Yes, Mistress Donna,’ I responded, nodding my head feverishly.”

"She needs a new name,’ Donna said. ‘We can't very well call her Al. How does Alice sound?"

“Kathy interrupted before I could say anything. ‘I think Alicia is better. A-li-ci-a is a pretty name," she said, pronouncing all the syllables.”

"Very well,’ Donna said, turning to me. ‘Your name is Alicia, you are a sweet little slave girl, and all you care about is looking pretty so that boys will like you. Now repeat that back to me."

I gulped and gasped for air, and then addressed her as Mistress Donna, and professed my love for my new name, my new sex, and my humble ambition in life.”

"I've brought you a new outfit,’ she said, holding out a black satin minidress trimmed in white lace.”

"Thank you, Mistress Donna,’ I said, and hurried as best I could in the corset to step into the dress. It felt so soft against my skin that I almost forgot how it made me look. Then she spun me around, and tied a white cloth around my waist. I had to stare at it for a moment. It was an apron.”

"But..but this is a maid's uniform, Mistress Donna!’ I cried in
dismay.”

"Yes, little slave,’ Donna said. ‘Do you have a problem with
that?"

I turned to my brother for help. "Ron, I'm not a maid. I don't know anything about being a maid."

"You'll learn,’ he said”

Allen was really spent now. “ after that, you can guess. It was a downword spiral after that and it gets pretty predictable. I was a slave girl, they beat me often. Lots of humiliation and sexual molestation. Arcadia forced me to date two boys at once, Kathy forced me to have a close personal boyfriend and he had full sex with me. That night, after introductory training like walking in heels, walking likea girl, sitting like a girl. Serving them all as a slave girl and doing housework, Kathy put a real collar and leash on me making it official. It was all like a never ending horror. My sister told me if I ever hit her again that my brother would pay for a full sex reassignment operation on me. They had the money. My first year in school as Alicia, I was sexually assaulted often. There was a predatory teacher that raped me every morning. Sis thought it was hilarious. But he was there for just a year before another girl reported him and then several girls after that and he was arrested. I didn’t have to put up with that anymore luckily. “

Silence filled the room for a few minutes. There so no sounds except for Allen’s soft cries and his rasping breathe.

It was then that Doctor Donner walked in with a nurse. He knelt beside Allen and said, “We have some really troubling news that is completely unexpected. DO you want to know, Allen or should we wait?”

He took a deep breath and answered firmly, “Go ahead and tell me. I am a strong girl, doctor.”

“Well, “ the doctor said. “As you know, the drug you was on prevents any testosterone from entering your system except as minimal amounts. It attacks any excess and completely inhabits testosterone production. Your male organs are shrinking and will probably disappear. But there is also, somehow, your body is creating its own womb, Uterus and all regular female reproductive organs.”

Allen’s face went ghostly white. He gasped and screeched, “What! How is that possible?”

The doctor shook his head, “We don’t know. We have never encountered a case like this before. “

Allen sighed, “OHMYGOD. I hope that my body will adapt. “

Donner reached out for Allen, “It looks like its moving perfectly. Your body is adapting perfectly. There are no complications we can see. Your body is perfectly female. I don’t know how its happening.”

Mark hugged the boy tightly. “I am sorry about this but on the lighter side, He told me that your in perfect health and in a few days, you will be released from the hospital. There is no reason they can think of that they should keep you. The court has found a good family for you. You will be living with them as of tomorrow morning unless any unexpected complications arrive. “

Allen mussed over that as they left. His sister had taken away his freedom, his gender and now it looked like as a final twist of fate, it was final. His body would become a girls in every single way possible. Allen would adjust. He should have expected as much from Sandra with her connections to the domme community and to medical establishments. He would be a girl but Allen would survive forever. Even if he had to live outwardly as a female, he would be Allen.