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The Fall and Rise Of The Roman Empire By Paul1954 Bermondsey, London - April, 2003 The car tyres screeched, as they clawed at the tarmac that lined the road outside the small mansion in the 'posh' part of Dulwich, London, as it set off on its short journey, north of the river, towards Bow Street Police station. Tony Roman still couldn't believe what she had done this time, and there would be hell to pay for this. Only yesterday he had spent four hours in an interview room with his fourteen-year old daughter, listening to some wet behind the ears CID officer read out a long list of offences that she was supposed to have committed. If that hadn't been bad enough he then, despite having told her to admit to nothing without having a brief available, had to sit and listen to her admit to each and every one of them. He knew she had dug a great big hole for herself that would be very hard for her to climb out of! Where had he gone wrong? Oh sure, he knew that he was the notorious head of the famed 'Roman Empire' gang, responsible for most of the organised crime within South London. He also knew that he had done his best to keep his darling daughter Angie out of the family business, making sure that she had the best education and upbringing that money could buy, and she had wanted for nothing! It just hadn't been enough apparently, and deep down he knew that he, and his wife Tricia, had been far too soft with her, 'cause Angie had always been trouble! It had been one never-ending series of visits for them, to her school and, of late, to the Police station. The petty acts of vandalism and her general anti- social behaviour had been irritating, but they had always managed to buy her out of the trouble within her school. The stakes had been raised now however, and it had become impossible for him to fix things once the Police had become involved, and he knew that his influence would count for nothing. The trouble with the Police had first started two years ago, when Angie had been caught shoplifting. She was still underage at the time, and couldn't be prosecuted. Then nine months after that she had been caught in possession of soft drugs, and was subsequently expelled from the expensive private school that they had bought her into. The Police had been called in but she had once again slipped through their net, with her still being underage. That time Tony had read her the riot act, and she had seemed to keep her nose clean for a while until yesterday. That had been when he - Tony Roman - had once again been summoned to the local Police Station to bail her out, or so he had thought! His mind drifted back to yesterday. He could still remember the smug smiles on the faces of the Police as they had led him into the interview room, and it still hurt to remember the look on their faces when they heard her admit to dealing. It wasn't just usage this time - it was far more serious than that, AND she had owned up to other crimes on top of it! He hadn't been too worried at the time though, and he had thought that he was so clever as he had sneered back at them: "Yeah, well she might have admitted to the charges but you're not going to make them stick. She's still underage you know and she's still can't be deemed as being responsible for her actions," he said, casting her a fierce gaze at the same time! He could remember the look that the CID officer, Stubbings it was, gave him, and it still sent shivers down his spine as he remembered his words. "Well, in case you weren't aware 'Mr Roman', the law was changed, via an emergency act of parliament, last year, in 2002, because of the worrying increase in juvenile crime. Did you know, 'Mr Roman', that over 75 percent of crime today is perpetrated by youths of under eighteen years of age, and our lords and masters were so concerned that they made it possible for youths of fourteen years of age, and over, to serve a custodial sentence. It was your daughters fourteenth birthday last month she has admitted the crime. She is going to go down for this 'Mr Roman', and there is nothing you can do to save her this time"! For the first time in a long, long while Tony had been shocked into incoherence, as he tried to work out what he could do to help his beloved Angie. "Y..you bastard. Y..you have been trying to get something on me for years haven't you - you were never clever enough to pin anything on me so now you're trying to get to me through my lovely, sweet daughter". He looked at her thinking how small and pretty she looked, from her long blonde hair and blue eyes down to the manicured small feet that looked so perfect and in proportion on her, and his heart ached at what he knew that she now faced. "Now calm down sir, you are not doing anybody any good at all by acting like this. I suggest you go home now, and let your wife know what's going on. Your daughter will be staying here for the night until we can get her processed" the officer said, as he went to help Tony get to his feet. "No .. no wait, there must be something I can do - please I'll do anything" Tony had begged as he shrugged Detective Stubbings firm hand away. He stood up and walked towards the door, taking one last look at his daughter as he was shown out of the interview room and could have cried as he saw her innocent looking face. "Don't worry baby, I'll get you out of this" he said to her in a gesture of defiance, although knowing that it wouldn't be so easy this time around! The officer had escorted Tony Roman along the dark and dingy corridor towards the exit, and he seemed to be considering something as Tony repeated his plea to see if they could work something out. "Well 'Mr Roman' sir, I hope you are not trying to bribe me or anything - you could get into big trouble for something like that. There might be something I can do however, although I will have to talk to the Superintendent and find out if you will be eligible for the special Albany programme. It might save your daughter from having to serve time if you agreed to it, but I wouldn't like to make any promises at this stage". "Albany programme - what the hell is that; I haven't heard anything about this!" Tony had exclaimed, desperate to clutch at any straw that might yet save his daughter. Detective Stubbings smiled to himself, knowing that he had successfully baited his hook. "I'm not going to say anything more now, in fact I've probably said far too much already. If you come back tomorrow though, at about 10:00am, I can maybe explain a little more about it then" he replied, and halted any further discussion as he escorted Tony out of the Police station. He had arrived home just thirty minutes later, having been driven back by his trusted chauffeur Henry, and had explained everything to Tricia, including the possibility of being able to save Angie. "Oh Tony, you've got to do anything, absolutely anything you can to save her. I don't want to see my baby in that horrible jail thing - please tell me you'll do what you can, and that you'll agree to this Albany thing!" she begged him. "There, there babe - trust me, if there's a way to get Angie out of this mess then I'm going to take it - you'd better believe me" he said, as he comforted her crying form. * * * * * * * Well that had been yesterday and here he was now, at 9:58am, pulling up outside the front entrance of the same Police station, and having the door of his Jaguar 'S' series opened for him. "Thank you Henry - please find somewhere to park and I'll call you on the mobile as soon as I've got any news" he said, taking for granted his chauffeurs assent as he strode into the front door, and was led to an interview room. A few minutes later Detective Stubbings entered the room and sat down, surprising Tony with his punctuality. "Well sir, I've spoken to the Superintendent and he seems to think that you'd make an ideal candidate for the Albany programme and I have been given authority to make you a formal offer to that effect" he said. He looked Tony squarely in the eyes before laying down a form for him to sign - a form that would confirm his willing participation in the programme. Why do they have to talk in riddles, Tony sighed to himself before glancing at the form. "Well this seems fairly innocuous and I'm very pleased to see that you are being sensible about this and I'm willing to consider this 'programme' if it will give me a chance of saving my daughter, but I want a few more details about it first" Tony replied. "I'm glad to hear that sir, the offer is very simple. The Albany programme is experimental and, although the law, has been changed to allow teenagers to be punished for their crimes it does not hold them completely responsible. It considers that a child's parents are equally culpable for the crimes their offspring have committed, having obviously made a poor job in bringing them up as useful members of society. It will therefore give one of the child's parents the opportunity of serving out their child's sentence for them" the officer finished. "B..but that's outrageous, you cannot seriously consider, for one moment that I would be willing to put myself in your hands after all the years I've managed to keep out of them" Tony spluttered indignantly. Detective Stubbings retrieved the form from the table, and stood up as if to go. "Well sir, that is entirely up to you, nobody is making you do anything. All we are doing is giving a parent the right to atone for the sins of his own child, but I must caution you - this is a one-off deal. If refused then it will never be offered again and there is no more to say" the officer replied, knowing that he had the infamous Tony Roman in his grasp. There would surely be a promotion in this for him if Roman agreed to the terms! Tony Roman grabbed back the form, and scanned the contents of it again although he struggled to take in all the bureaucratic mumbo jumbo that it contained. "Okay, okay - I need to think things through for a few minutes. Do you know how long she'll go down for?" Tony asked, desperately stalling for time. "We can fix the limit now if you accept the conditions of the programme, and I can tell you it will be for a period of two years, with her being freed when she's sixteen". "TWO YEARS - you can't lock her away for two years!" Tony exclaimed, despairing for his daughter, but knowing that his protests were futile. "If you don't enter the programme then she will be incarcerated for a period of four years. In that case she won't be released until she is eighteen" Detective Stubbings said with authority Tony knew that he had no choice, he would have to offer himself up and serve his daughters time. His wife would never forgive him otherwise. It was a big sacrifice though; he knew that while he was away then others would try and muscle in on his territory, and he could see the whole of his Roman Empire collapsing before his very eyes. He pulled out a pen from his pocket and signed his assent quickly, before he had the opportunity to change his mind. He knew that it was wrong, and that she had brought this all on herself but he had to protect her- he was her little girl for chrissakes! He passed the form back to the Detective, knowing that he was defeated at last - they had finally got to him thanks to his stupid daughter. He put his head in his hands and sighed ,contemplating on what would happen to him next. "And when does this take effect" he asked, as he hands pushed his dark hair away from his temples, before feeling a stabbing sensation on his exposed arm. "Ouch" he yelled, "what was that for - what have you done to me!" as he started to feel himself going woozy? "It takes effect immediately and you have to be in a relaxed frame of mind before we can facilitate the proxy agreement. That was just a mild sedative to make sure you don't become too excitable" the officer said, and then led Tony Roman down the same dark and dingy corridor he had travelled along only yesterday. He started to stumble and thought that he was travelling towards the same interview room they were in yesterday, but was surprised as the Detective opened another door, and he found himself being led into, what appeared to be, a medical centre of some sort. He was getting increasingly dizzy and disorientated now, and he was struggling to make sense of what was around him, but did notice that there were two tables that seemed to be hooked up to some sort of hi-tech machinery. More to the point he could make out the sleeping form of his daughter, lying unconscious, on one of the tables and alongside her were what looked to be two doctors - or at least a man and a woman who were dressed up in hospital greens. He noticed his daughter was wearing a white hospital smock and he only vaguely noticed that his own clothes were being removed and that a similar garment was being placed around his own, by now, naked body. The drug he had been given was weakening him and he was completely helpless as two orderlies lifted him off of his feet and placed him onto the other table alongside his daughter. "Wh .. what's g..going on - what are you doing" he managed to say, his vision slowly decreasing until it seemed like he was looking through the wrong end of a telescope. He had expected to have been led down to a cell, to await his final transfer to the destination prison - he had certainly not expected to be taken into, what was tantamount, to a hospital operating theatre. He felt his forehead being cleaned and then the sensation of what felt like a cool gel being spread over the cleansed area before an open helmet like device was fastened securely to his head, along with two electrodes that were attached to where the gel had been spread. He tried to turn his head towards his daughter, and, out of the corner of his eye, he could see that she was undergoing the same treatment as himself, before his head was straightened again, and then fixed into place. He could recognise the eyes of the young detective behind the masked face that looked over him as the rest of the room stared to fade into a swirling vortex. Detective Stubbings explained: "We are simply implementing the conditions of the Albany programme, and allowing you to serve your daughters punishment. She will be walking out of this Police station as free as a bird in less than two hours time. It will all be over within a minute so try and relax, otherwise you will just prolong the agony" the detective told him as he heard a distant humming, like the sound of machinery starting. He finally faded into unconsciousness, his last memory being the feeling of a drawing sensation that was coming from his head, and that of a warm dampness spreading around his groin as Tony Roman finally felt fear, for the first time in his life. * * * * * * * Medway Prison - July, 2004 Tony Roman lay down on the bunk inside of the cell that had been his home during the last fifteen months, and stared at the bland, cream coloured ceiling that had been the first thing he had seen every morning since then. He had always reckoned on being too smart to have been caught by the Police but they had really done a number on him this time, and he had regretted his decision to serve his daughters sentence ever since! If he had only realised then, just what serving her sentence would entail he would never have agreed to this, it might also have taught the spoiled brat a lesson, he realised now. Instead, he was the one being taught a lesson, many lessons on fact and of the type that he would never have envisioned him having to learn. He could remember so clearly the moment he woke up, having entered the 'programme', and being helped into a sitting position. Strangely enough the first thing he remembered was the feeling of having something in his mouth, something metallic that seemed to be covering his front teeth. He ran his tongue around his mouth, wondering why it felt so different and was assuming that this alien feeling was some after-effect of whatever it was they had given him, but then he had noticed a long tress of blond hair fall in front of his face. All of a sudden the razor sharp mind he had possessed kicked into gear again as he remembered the brace that Angie had been provided with earlier this year. He also realised that the hair he could see in front of his eyes was also the same colour as hers! His hands had moved to his chest, and were swiftly followed by his eyes. The world had spun around him as he recognised the skinny, smooth and hairless skin of his daughter's arms, and the slender, well-manicured hands that now grasped the small, but budding breasts that hung from his chest. He collapsed on the bed, now fully understanding just what serving his daughter's sentence meant. "Now don't try any more sudden movements Roman, you'll need a little time for the effects of the sedative to wear off" a clinical looking man said, as he fiddled with a dial alongside him. He noticed that all reference to Mr and Sir had gone, and knew that this is how things would be from now on, or at least until he got out of here. He, or now she, shivered as she also realised that neither 'Mr' or 'Sir' was appropriate now under ANY circumstances, not so long as she existed in this form at any rate. How would he - Tony Roman - the notorious gangland boss manage to survive in the young girl's body that he now possessed? Detective Stubbings moved into the shocked girl's line of vision, and Tony just stared back at the gloating eyes that bore into her, struggling to know what to say. "H .. how did you do th .. this - I .. I never knew this was possible" she said, still shocked at hearing his daughters, no - now his, voice vocalising his thoughts. "As I told you earlier 'Angie'," the Detective said, taking great satisfaction at seeing the former gangland boss wince at being referred to with his daughter's name. "This is an experimental programme that we've been allowed to pilot. We've been after putting you away for some time now, and this is going to make it very hard for you to return to your former ways once word gets out about what's happened to you, especially when your former partners in crime realise that you volunteered for this treatment. They'll think that you actually wanted to become a girl. It will ruin your 'hard man' reputation and will be the perfect deterrent for others who want to step into your shoes, once they realise that your shoes might just be heels!" he finished, laughing uproariously at his own joke. "A..and I have to stay like this for two years!" the girl wailed, hoping against hope that there was still some way out of this! "Not necessarily" Stubbings replied, enjoying the momentary spark of hope that he was about to extinguish. "We have put together a rehabilitation programme for you in which, if you are a 'good girl', will allow you to claim parole and you can be out of here, and back to normal - whatever that will mean by then - within fifteen months. Of course, you will have to enter into the rehabilitation programme fully to qualify for remission. Anything less will mean serving the full term". 'Angie' Roman watched the Detective leave the room, realising that she had been manoeuvred into this situation quite skilfully, and that she would have to go along with whatever they proposed - she didn't want to spend one minute longer than was necessary in this body! * * * * * * * Well that had been then and she had survived, 'Angie' thought as she pulled herself off of her bunk and went to wash her face in the stainless steel sink. As she finished she looked at herself in the mirror, hoping that this would be the last time that she would see this face staring back at her. Those fifteen months had now passed and she had entered into the rehabilitation programme, as required, and had qualified for parole with an ease that shamed her. The programme, she had found out, was for young girls and designed to put them back on the straight and narrow, providing them with the guidance that they had so obviously been lacking, to grow up as decent young women. Oh she had complained at first, fiercely stating that as she would be a man again, when he returned to the outside world, then this shouldn't apply to her. They would have non-of it though, saying that there would be no special treatment for her and that she would be treated just the same as any juvenile delinquent girl who needed 'straightening out'. 'Angie' knew that she had no choice if she wanted to get out of here earlier, and she was sure they would find excuses to extend the two-year sentence if she didn't play along with them. She determined then, to grit her teeth and see this through, whatever it took! She wouldn't let them beat Tony Roman! She thought back to how they had so obviously enjoyed putting her through her paces as she learnt all about deportment, how to dress to impress, how to make up, and all the extra little hints on feminine hygiene that she had previously been unaware of. God, it had been so embarrassing at first, knowing that they were watching this former 'hard man', and with her having to show that 'she' actually enjoyed what she was being taught if she was going to qualify for parole. This got less hard though, as she came to regard her daily routine as natural and she had soon found her formerly strong willpower slowly fading into the background as her girls hormones started to eat away at her natural aggressiveness. Oh yes, 'Angie' Roman had become a 'good girl' all right, and today was the day that she changed back and regained the life that had started to seem so distant to her. She smiled to herself - yes, Tony Roman had beaten them! "Come on now - get yourself dressed. You'd better hurry if you want to get out of here," the female warder shouted to her through the cell door. 'Angie' scampered across to the bed and started to put on the civilian clothes that had been provided for her. She was a bit perturbed that they seemed to emphasise her femininity as she zipped up the smart, but short, skirt but at least it wouldn't be for much longer. She was also pleased that at least Angie wouldn't have to walk out of here wearing the drab prison garb that had been her only source of clothing since she had been here, apart from what she had to wear during her lessons of course! She hadn't even realised that she was putting on her make-up, it had become so second nature for her to do so now, and brushed her long blond hair out as she admired her overall appearance. Yes, she knew that at least she would hand this body back to Angie in a presentable state. Ten minutes later the cell door opened and she was a little surprised to see Detective Stubbings standing there, along with the same female warder who had called her earlier. He had not visited her since the day of the change. She showed no trace of any emotion, as he looked her up and down, deciding that she would not give them the satisfaction of knowing how much this had effected her. "Well I must say that you make a lovely girl Angie," he said as he led her along the metal walkway that ran alongside the cells. Although she blushed with humiliation she refused to let him get to her. "Where are my wife and daughter then, are they meeting us back at the station so that we can change back" she asked him, maintaining an even voice. "It'll be good to see them again, you know they haven't been allowed to see me since we changed". Stubbings affected a puzzled frown, as if he was trying to understand what she was asking him, and then nodded, as if he had just realised what she was on about! "Oh - you mean Tricia and 'Tony'! I'm sorry - I keep forgetting that you weren't originally Angie Roman - you just seem so natural as a girl! No, we thought that it would be destabilising to all of you if you maintained contact in your current forms. We felt that it was in your own interests to keep you apart". 'Angie' blushed again, although this time it was with a suppressed rage. How dare he refer to Tony Roman in this fashion! Well, he would soon see about sorting him out once he got back to being a man again! She finally came to the end of the walkway, and was shown into a waiting room, where his wife and 'daughter' joined him a few minutes later. The rampant female hormones that were pumping through her body threatened to overwhelm 'Angie', and she fought to hold back her tears as she saw her old body for the first time. She was amazed at how tall and powerful it looked from her new perspective and she actually felt safe and protected as he came across and hugged her close to him. She tasted the salt from her wife's tears as she also came across and pressed her face close to hers. "Baby, baby - it's so good to see you again, how have you been? You're looking really, really good" 'Tony' said surprised, as he stepped back to take in the sight of his former body, looking so very much like the girl that she was. 'Angie' felt oddly subservient under his appraisal and shook herself as her 'parents' led her out of the room and handed her a coat. She slipped it over her shoulders as the prison gates closed behind her, grateful for the protection that it offered her, and noticed her chauffeur Henry, sitting behind the wheel of a Mercedes saloon that was waiting for them outside. She took a deep breath, appreciating the smell of freedom as she slipped into the back seat of the car, in a demure fashion, as she had been taught to do. "Ar..are we going back to the Police station now?" she asked as the car pulled smoothly away. "I think I'd better let your 'father' explain a few things to you" Tricia said, looking out of the window in an attempt to avoid her 'daughters' gaze. A cold feeling ran down her delicate spine as she looked across to her former body, and seeing a look of determination on his face. "Now I don't want any hysterics Angie, but a lot has happened during the last fifteen months," he said to her, with an unwavering voice. Angie, why were they still calling her Angie? "It was difficult for me at first, moving from the pretty body that you now possess into a stronger, and more powerful body like this" he said, running his hands up and down his torso. "I soon got to appreciate some of the benefits though, that being a male can have," he said, as he gave Tricia a lascivious smile. "Apart from that I also got to find out a little more about your operation and how it all works. I've made a few changes in your absence and I can tell you that things are better than they have ever been. Oh there was some sniggering, and a few challenges were made when they found out that Tony Roman had been changed into a pubescent girl, and I showed a few things to those who thought I would be a pushover. They soon found out different!" he said, as he leaned across and kissed his wife. 'Angie' was shocked at this open display of his 'daughters' intimacy with his wife, and sat back nervously. "Th..that sounds good, thank you. It seems that you did a good job in keeping things going for me, and that you have made it easy for me when we change back" she said, as she pulled down the hem of the short skirt in a nervous fashion. "I'm sorry - I thought you would understand. There will be no changing back. I've decided that I am going to remain Tony Roman and you are now my daughter Angie for good" he said, and again kissed his wife. "I like being a man". 'Angie's' wife pulled away from her clinch. "I'm sorry honey" Tricia said, "but things are so much better than they were before. My husband seems to understand my needs much better than you ever did". "Yo..you can't do this to me, you're stealing my life. I wi..will go to the Police and make you change us back" Angie said, grabbing Tony's arm for attention and not realising that she sounded just like an irrational, whining girl. Tony just laughed. "I don't think that'll do you any good. I didn't tell that you that these days the Roman Empire deals with the Police and they leave me alone as crime has virtually disappeared in my patch since I took over. No, I keep on the right side of the law nowadays, or at least as much as they are aware of, anyway. They are as happy with this arrangement as we are. They think it's wonderful that the formerly powerful gangland boss is now just another girl"! Angie was stunned into silence as her 'father' continued. "Now we're not going to have any more trouble from you I hope. Part of your parole condition is that you are being released into our care for a minimum period of five years - we are bound to ensure that you continue the progress that you have made in turning into a decent young woman. If you give us any trouble then you will be back inside prison faster than you can blink. Do I make myself clear 'young lady'"? Angie said nothing, surely this was all just a bad dream and she would wake up in a minute! "I said did you hear me YOUNG LADY?" Tony repeated, a little more forcefully this time. Angie knew that she was trapped - there was nobody she could turn to, nobody who would help her out now. She had made too many enemies and had really burnt her bridges this time. She knew she, again, had no choice but to go along with whatever her 'parents' wanted! "Ye.yes Daddy" she answered him, as the tears ran freely down her face. "Good, I'm glad that's all sorted. Now, we've enrolled you in a decent finishing school so that you can grow up into the sort of young woman that will make us both proud. I will not have any daughter of mine ending up as a 'no hoper' criminal, like the way you were heading. I think we've been far too easy on you in the past. Now come on and wipe away those tears, I don't like to see you like this. You're young, pretty and have your whole life ahead of you. We will be holding a welcome home party for you tonight, and there's a young man, David, - the son of one of my business contacts - who's just dying to meet you. I'm sure you're going to like him" Tony Roman finished, as he stroked her cheek gently, the implied threat clear in his voice. Angie tried hard to stop her crying and repaired her make-up, knowing that she would have to look her best if she was going to keep her 'parents' happy. She had an awful feeling that this would also involve keeping David happy as well! The End