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Change of Ways
By Eve Smith
INTRODUCTION
At thirty-eight years old I had everything that any man
could want. My business, The John Wright Corporation was
the envy of most, growing at a rate that made me millions
each year. I had been blessed with handsome good looks,
charm and the ability to get my own way no matter the cost
to others. This had been achieved with hard work, no
conscience and the money that I had got from my first wife.
I had been 20 when I had met and married her. Her wealth
came from her marriage to a self-made millionaire. He had
worked his self into his grave, suffering a massive heart
attack just before his thirty fifth birthday. She was
nearly 40, older than I am now with two kids. I got rid of
her; let's say that she had an accident.
Her children, two girls aged six and ten could have been a
problem but I had them shipped to the States and put in the
hands of an adoption agency. This agency specialised in
getting children for good, but poor people, trailer trash I
think is the common term for them. Their identities were
changed. I specified that I wanted the adoptive parents to
be people of limited means; I did not want them brought up
with the resources to be able to try and find their true
identities later in life. Also growing up on a limited
budget would shape their lives away from the millionaire
lifestyle that they had been born in. I knew that this was
cruel, but I was not going to allow those brats to have any
future say in what became of their inheritance. I had
married their mother for the money, I did not want her or
her kids, just the wealth that she had in the bank.
The adoption agency confirmed to me that the girls had been
separated and placed in cities miles apart. Both sets of
adoptive parents had no knowledge of their new daughters
sister, with stories made up of delusions suffered by the
girls to cover the questions that might rise from them
regarding each other. It had cost a lot of money, I could
probably have paid less to have them done away with, but at
least I gave them the chance to live, even if it was going
to be a poor working class life. It seemed ironic to me
that the rich secluded life that they had led had made it
easy for me to have them disappear with virtually no
questions asked. Their education had been private. The
tutors were paid off, with the explanation that to help
them overcome their grief over the death of their mother I
had sent them to America to continue their education. The
limited privileged circle of friends were bought off with
the same story. This was enhanced by my frequent trips to
the States on business, which they thought were visits to
the girls.
Over the next couple of years I had broken all ties with
the people that had known the girls. They were now
forgotten, living a different life, probably now having
lost their plumy English accents, talking in the local
dialect, working as waitresses in burger bars.
I had not remarried, not needing to with a plentiful supply
of females wanting to share my bed, wanting to be
penetrated by my love rod. The women were two a penny. Some
I kept on for a few months, but most lasted only a matter
of weeks before I was bored with them. I kept fit, and had
the body and physique of a well toned nineteen year old. My
excesses in the clubs and bars were worked off in the gym.
I had homes in Britain and America, both in the most
expensive parts were only rich people lived. I had few real
friends, no; being honest I had no friends, my selfish ways
not appreciated by associates or employees. This did not
bother me. I had all I wanted.
Chapter One
I lay on the sun-lounger by the pool reading the letter. It
was from a girl claiming to be my stepdaughter. She said
that she was now Cindy Small but had been born Lucinda
Barratt. I shivered slightly; Lucinda was the name of my
eldest stepdaughter. She gave her age as twenty seven and
again that was about right. Could it be that she was
Lucinda, that she had remembered or discovered her real
past. The letter was not directly threatening but the
undertone of menace was there. Her questions written down
in neat writing bore the marks of her stateside education,
words shortened or abbreviated in typical American fashion.
She wanted to know why I had separated her from her sister,
how could you be so cruel, was the comment beside this. Why
had I stolen their birthright and abandoned them in a
foreign country at the time of the greatest distress of
their young lives.
My head swam as I read the words on the paper, picturing
the distress, tears and horror they must have suffered. For
once in my life I felt the twinge of conscience. My head
told me to tear up the letter, my heart said to phone the
mobile number on the bottom of the page. I did, and
listened to the phone ringing at the other end. It rang for
ages and then the answer service kicked in.
'Hi, this is Cindy, you can tell that I am not available at
the moment, leave your name and number and I'll call you
back... bye'.
I hung up without leaving a message. The voice was so
sweet, and had such confidence. I sat looking at my mobile;
my breath coming in short bursts. The guilt that the letter
had brought out in me now growing.
I redialled the number and again got put through to her
answer service. This time I left a message.
'Hi, this is John Wright, you sent me a letter, ring me
back so that we can talk.'
I hung up after leaving my number. I put the phone down,
stood and walked to the edge of the pool. It was hot and I
needed to cool off. I dived into the water, the refreshing
coldness of the water clearing my head. After swimming
several lengths I pulled my self out of the water and
resumed my position on the sun-lounger. I was alone; my
maid was on a day off so walked to the kitchen to get a
drink. As I reached the door my mobile rang, I turned and
looked at the phone that was sitting on the table by the
lounger. I ran to the telephone and picked it up, the
number displayed was that of Cindy Small. I pressed the
green button put the instrument to the side of my head and
said 'Hello'.
A cool strong female voice replied, 'Hallo Mr Wright, or
should I say step-daddy.'
I was thrown by the force in her voice, my mind trying to
think of the correct response. My fortune had been made
using her mother's money and my quick thinking mind. The
money that I had taken had been increased five fold.
Dealing with some real hard men I had never been lost for
words, now I was stuttering, waffling, trying to respond to
her.
'Erm... Cindy, I... I... think we should meet to discus
this'. I needed time to think.
'Yes Mr Wright, I think that meeting would be a good idea,
we have lots to talk about don't we.' I felt so exposed,
with such an inability to defend myself, I would do
anything she wanted.
She told me of a motel on the outside of town, 'You are to
come alone, if you arrive accompanied the meeting will be
off and you know the possible consequences of that.'
Ridiculously I nodded as if she could see me, before
stuttering yes and agreeing to her conditions. She hung up.
This afternoon for the first time in seventeen years I
would see the stepdaughter that I had given away, after I
had stolen what was her inheritance. Her life and
upbringing had been changed by my greed.
Chapter 2
I showered and dressed. Although it was lunchtime and I had
not eaten breakfast I was not the slightest bit hungry. I
phoned a cab. It arrived shortly after. I told him were to
go, purposely not giving the name of the motel but a shop a
block away; I did not want anyone to know that I would go
to such as lowlife motel. He dropped me off and with
faltering steps I approached the motel. It was a seedy
place that rented more rooms by the hour than by the night.
As I entered the car park I saw the room number board. Room
106 was at the far end. I walked up to the room trying to
be confident, trying to put on an air of strength. As I
knocked on the door it opened. The woman that stood there
was stunning. Behind her I could see another female, she
was younger but had the same classic beautiful features of
the woman that stood in front of me. The pair of them were
dressed in jeans and T-shirts, which enhanced the beauty of
their figures.
'Mr Wright, come in.' said the elder one.
Without saying a word I entered the room. The door closed
behind me.
I looked at them, they were my stepdaughters of that there
was no doubt. The likeness they both had to their mother
was uncanny. Cindy indicated for me to sit in the armchair,
I did without saying a word. They sat on the edge of the
bed looking at me, looking at the person that had stolen
their lives.
'Should we call you Mr Wright or step-daddy.' said the
younger one, the mocking tones in her voice clear to hear.
I looked down at the floor unable to give a reply. The
younger one had been called Charlotte; I did not know what
her adoptive name was.
'I think that we will keep this strictly business and call
him Mr Wright.' said Cindy. I swallowed deeply, my mouth
dry, watching as the sisters agreed.
I sat like some kind of dummy totally overawed by the two
women.
'I consider that you owe us ?5million pounds, that includes
interest, that is all we want, nothing else, just what we
are owed.'
Her American accent was so different from that of the young
girl I had seen years ago. She had such confidence. I
thought of the amount of money that she wanted. My fortune
could easily cope with a withdrawal of that sum of money.
I nodded and then said, 'Okay, you can have the money, but
after that I never want to see you again.'
The younger one laughed, 'Don't worry, you won't see us
again, we only want what is rightly ours.'
I was told to phone my bank and arrange to have the money
transferred to another account immediately. By the nature
of my business transferring large amounts of money was the
norm, my bank manager listened to me and promised that by
3.00pm the sum would be credited to the account number that
I had read out to him. That done I was going to leave.
'You will wait until we have confirmed that the money has
gone through.' Cindy said commandingly. I nodded agreement.
A bottle of wine was opened, cheap plonk, three glasses
were filled and one was given to me.
I sipped it, listening to the girls talk about how in
future they would be drinking the best wines, not this
cheap stuff that was an insult to vinegar. I wondered how
they had found each other; my deal with the adoption agency
was that under no circumstances were they to be given any
details. I was to find out. Apparently Cindy seduced the
owner of the agency after finding the adoption paperwork at
her new parents home two years ago. The threat of exposure
to his wife about the liaison had been sufficient for him
to give all the details that he had including mine. She
found her sister easily. They had discussed how to go about
getting their money and decided that the straightforward
route was best.
The wine was not nice but I drank it as the clock ticked
around. I was tired, needing to sleep. The women were
looking at me as my eyes got heavier and heavier. There
must have been something in the drink. I wanted to get out
or the room, but darkness descended, enforced sleep fell on
me.
Chapter 3
My eyes opened, I was on the floor. Something was in my
mouth, some kind of gag. I ached, I tried to move. My hands
were secured behind my back, my ankles bound together. I
was naked. Looking around the room I could see that I was
alone, those bitches had stripped me, tied me and left me
to be found by the cleaner. I wriggled trying to loosen the
bonds. They were tight. The clock by the side of the bed
said 3.40pm. I had been unconscious for about an hour. I
looked around trying to see something that I could use to
free myself. The wine glasses were on the table. If I could
knock them off I could use the broken glass to free myself.
I started to crawl across the floor, progress slow but
slowly I got closer. I wanted to get free, leave this place
and resume my life. I had repaid my debt to the girls, and
their thanks had been to leave me bound, helpless, to be
humiliated by being found in a cheap motel by some middle
aged cleaner.
The door of the room opened and the two women walked in.
Cindy held a large case, Charlotte or whatever her name was
now held a smaller one. I looked up at them as they closed
the door. They stood over me smiling. I tried talking to
them, but only garble came from my gagged mouth.
'Well Mr Wright, we have got the money.' said Cindy
pointing to the large case that at on the floor beside her.
'You have repaid that part of what you stole from us, now
it is time for the other part, our lives'. It was the
younger one that said this. I thought that they were going
to kill me.
Cindy squatted beside me, her face inches from mine, 'You
took away our real lives, our real childhood, substituting
it with a life with strangers that abused us, people that
would not be allowed to adopt children in normal
circumstances.'
I could see the fiery anger I her eyes. I wanted to say
sorry, I wanted to try and make good what I had done to
them. Cindy looked around to her sister and indicated to
the small case that she was holding. The younger Woman
opened the zip and slid her hand in. I saw her hand
something to Cindy. It was a ring.
She held it before me; a smile broke on her face. 'We
thought of killing you, but that was far to good a
punishment for someone like you, to quick, to painless, so
we thought of what would hurt you the most. Maybe taking
all your money, but no, you would be able to make more.
Then the more that we found out about you, it was obvious
that your pride in yourself, just being a man that could
have most women at will was your biggest thing.'
Still smiling she showed me the ring. I looked at it, a
gold band, very old, maybe worth a couple of hundred
pounds.
Charlotte broke into the conversation, 'I heard about this
ring when I first lived at the new home you sent me to, and
it seemed perfect to use on you.' I looked again at the
ring trying to see what they could do to me with it.
Charlotte continued, 'We spent the last 6 months tracking
it down and now we are ready to make you suffer as we
suffered, helpless in an alien world, put the ring on him
Cindy.'
The older woman reached over me to my bound hands. I could
smell her perfume; feel her Levi clad legs lean against me.
I did not try to resist as she tried the ring on my
fingers, eventually making it fit on the little finger of
my right hand.
Again Charlotte reached into the now fully unzipped small
case. I watched eyes wide with terror, expecting some nasty
implement to be appearing before me. But it was nothing
more threatening than a pile of clothes, a small girls
clothes. Panties, thick cotton pantyhose, a vest with a
floral motif, a denim skirt and a My Little Pony T-shirt. A
pair of scuffed and well used buckle up shoes was the last
item deposited on the pile.
I looked at the clothes and then to them. They were smiling
broadly. Cindy looked at her watch, 'Oh, Mr Johnson will be
here soon.' I looked at her quizzically. 'Oh you do
remember Mr Johnson don't you step-daddy, he's the man that
you got to arrange our adoption with, and since I let him
get into my panties he does as I say or he knows that I
will tell his wife.' She laughed, no giggled. A sound
reminiscent of a schoolgirl tittering over some sexy joke.
'So step-daddy we will have to get on with your change, you
do want to be ready for him like the good little girl that
you are gonna be.' I looked at her unable to understand,
still confused by what seemed the words of a mad person.
'You see step-daddy, the wearer of the ring that is on your
little pinkie will change into the person whose clothes he
touches.' It was Charlotte that had said this.
If I could have I would have laughed at this magic mumbo
jumbo. I was to long in the tooth to be scared by this.
Charlotte then continued talking, 'We picked who you are
going to be with real care, she is a little girl who is
very pretty, the only thing is she is a little soft, a
mental capacity let's say that is a little limited, as she
grows up serving in a supermarket or waitressing will be
her limit. You will never meet her, she will continue
living just a few blocks from here, but by having her
clothes touch you, you will become an exact copy of her.
'Of course you will know who you had been, but won't be
able to do anything about it, I think that Mr Johnson has
arranged for you to be adopted by a real nice couple, they
already have five children in their trailer so you'll
probably have to share a bed with one or two of their boys,
its going to be a great deal different from what you are
used to. Mom, dad, five brothers and you, it'll be real
cosy. I understand that your new daddy likes to drink
plenty, and your new mom earns her living... well lets just
say, she has plenty of male company, and maybe in a few
years she will want you to join the family business.'
I listened to Charlotte, her story sounding so unreal, but
the glint in her eyes and the laughing tone in her voice
indicating her enjoyment of the situation. Although I did
not believe what had been said I tried to prise the ring
off my finger. It was on solid, tightly held on by my
knuckle. Cindy saw my struggle; saw that I was trying to
remove the ring.
She laughed and then said, 'It can only be removed by the
person that placed it on your finger and I'm not going to
do that.'
I was starting to panic, starting to believe what was being
said. Both girls now stood on the other side of the pile of
clothing, which sat equally between us. Slowly they moved
forward and with their feet started to push the girls
clothes towards me. The grins on their faces seemed almost
obscene. I started to edge back, away from the clothes that
they had said would change me from a male into a young
girl. My bound body trying to keep the clothes away, now
believing their plan. I backed into something solid, I
looked over my shoulder to see the wall. It was if I was
trying to enter the fabric of he building, anything to
avoid contact with any of the material that was advancing
on me. Slowly they walked, the sides of their feet pushing
the clothing closer and closer. I was shaking, trying to
scream for them to stop, my panic now at fever pitch. Lying
on my side, looking from them to the clothes that were now
inches from me I pleaded, begged through my aged mouth for
them not to do this to me.
'Goodbye Mr Wright, hallo Lucy-Ann.' said Cindy as she
kicked the pile of clothing onto me.
I tried to scream as the clothes that had adorned a little
girl only hours ago cascaded onto me. Everything went
black, I felt the ropes holding my wrists and ankles
loosening, I felt the gag that had been so tightly secured
around my mouth fell away. My eyes opened, my vision was
shielded by hair, my hand raised and pushed the long blond
hair away from my eyes. I saw my fingers, no longer strong
manly hands but small dumpy childlike digits.
My eyes looked along my prone body. I was looking at the
body of a child, a female child. No longer my hairy, muscle
bound body, but a soft hairless skinny child. I looked
further, no penis, no testicles. Tears in my eyes I looked
up at Cindy and Charlotte. Their eyes were wide with
amazement.
Suddenly Charlotte started laughing and then hugged her
sister screaming, 'It works, it works.'
Cindy still smiling left her sisters embrace and reached
down and pulled the now loose ring from my finger, no not
my finger, the finger of a child, I sobbed as I realised it
was mine, as was the rest of this body that I now
inhabited. She slid the ring into the pocket of her jeans
and then looked at me.
'Okay Lucy-Ann get up and get dressed, you can't lay around
on the floor naked.' I remained laying on the floor. She
bent over grasped my thin wrist and pulled me up as if I
were a child... I was a child. Standing I still had to look
up at her, her 5' 9" frame nearly a foot taller than me.
'Come on Lucy Ann get dressed.'
I shook my head and screamed no. This was the first thing
that I had uttered. A girlish voice with an American accent
left my lips. I sobbed, my eyes filling with tears.
'Okay if you are going to be a bad girl you will have to be
punished.' She dragged me to a chair; she sat and pulled me
over her lap. I squealed and screamed as she used the palm
of her hand to smack my bottom hard. I wriggled and cried.
'Right are you going to be a good girl and get dressed now
Lucy-Ann.'
I nodded, not wanting to feel the pain of her hand again.
She stood me up and pointed to the pile of clothes. I
slowly walked to them. Both women sat on the bed as they
watched me don the clothes that fitted my new body
perfectly. Panties, vest, thick cotton pantyhose, My Little
Pony T-shirt and the denim skirt. Their laughter as they
watched enhancing my humiliation. I knelt and put on the
shoes, buckling them up. Charlotte led me into the bathroom
and stood me in front of a full-length mirror. My
reflection was that of a young girl, eight or nine years
old.
Charlotte stood behind me, she spoke saying, 'How does it
feel to be really helpless, a child again, soon to be
shipped off to strangers, strangers that are taking you in
because they have been given money. We have already
suffered this, now its your turn to be brought up by trash,
considered to be trash by nearly everybody.'
I looked up at her as she spoke, the look on her face was
that of bad memories, a childhood stolen, a childhood
ruined. Now her sister and her were going to get their
revenge.
She continued talking, 'In a short while the mind of the
girl will take over permanently, you will be that child.
Your home will be a smelly over crowded trailer with your
new mom, dad and brothers. At school the other girls that
come from good homes will tease you endlessly about your
tatty clothes. Everyone knows that the family that you will
be part of are real slime balls. As you will be the only
girl in the trailer guess who will be doing the cleaning
and washing while your lazy slut mom lays in bed tired
after a long night on the streets. And your brothers, they
are gonna find it real fun to have a little sis to play
with.' she giggled. The look on her face changed to one of
victory, a look that had satisfaction in a job well done.
I pleaded, 'Please Charlotte, don't do this, please change
me back, I want to be a man again, I don't want to be a
little girl, please have mercy, I'll give you anything you
want.' Even though I was surprised at the little girl voice
that emitted from my mouth I kept talking, kept pleading.
'Mercy, you speak of mercy, what mercy did you show to
Cindy and I, no you will get no mercy from us, you are now
going to suffer the same upbringing that we had to go
through.'
I sobbed as she pulled me back into the bedroom. 'I don't
think this little girl likes what the future has in store
for her.' Charlotte said to Cindy.
The whole room seemed so large. When I had entered it
several hours ago it was a normal sized motel room. Now the
double bed looked enormous, as did the rest of the cheap
furniture. It was not that it was bigger, I was smaller,
younger than when I had crossed the threshold... and a
different gender.
My mind tried to work out a way of altering this, I had to
get the ring, put it on and touch my own clothes. I rushed
at Cindy, trying to force my hand into the pocket of her
jeans, desperately trying to get the only thing that could
save me.
With ease she knocked me away, laughing she said, 'Oh no,
you are staying as you are and to make sure that happens...
grab her Charlotte.'
The younger woman took hold of me, held me despite my
struggles. I watched as Cindy retrieved the ring from her
pocket. Smiling she bent down to the little case that had
contained the clothes that I was now attired in. I watched
in horror as she pulled out a pair of cutters. Slowly,
deliberately she started to cut the ring into small pieces.
Charlotte held her hand over my mouth, stopping me
screaming and pleading as her sister cut the ring into tiny
little pieces. I watched sobbing as she flushed the tiny
bits of gold down the toilet.
'So Lucy-Ann, now there is no chance of you becoming your
old self again, how does it feel?' she laughed as did
Charlotte.
There was a rap at the door. Smiling Cindy walked to it and
opened it. A man was invited in. He was older, greyer but
unmistakeably Eric Johnson from the adoption agency.
'So this is the little girl that is to be placed with the
Brown family.' he said.
'Yes, I have met them and they are perfect,' said Cindy
'just right for little Lucy-Ann to spend her life with.'
I struggled, Charlotte's hand still over my mouth stopping
my pleading, whining voice that was now mine forever. She
walked me over to Johnson releasing her hand over my mouth
as she did.
'Please Cindy, Please Charlotte no, don't do this to me.'
Mr Johnson laughed as he took my hand and led me from the
room, 'This reminds me of years ago and two small girls.' I
looked at him knowing that he felt that this was the right
punishment for what I had done all those years ago.
I walked with him, his hand holding mine tightly, trying to
keep up with him, the length of his stride so much longer
than my little girl legs. We reached his car, a station
wagon with deep tinted windows. He opened the back and told
me to get in. There was one seat, sobbing I sat in it. He
pulled a seat belt over me and used a key to lock the clasp
into its keep. He shut the rear of the wagon and then
locked it I looked through the side window. Standing by
room 106 were Cindy and Charlotte, they were smiling.
Although they couldn't see me they waved and blew kisses
goodbye to Lucy-Ann, once their stepfather, now a little
girl whose future was bleak. My eyes filled with tears as
the car pulled away, leaving them, leaving my life as I had
known it behind.
I could feel the little girl that they had reproduced in me
taking over. Street signs and shop front signage becoming
difficult to read. I knew what was going on, I knew that I
was really John Wright, but soon I would be no more than a
passenger in a body of a little girl, controlled by a
limited intellect, and limited intelligence. I was to be,
and act as and see as Lucy-Ann.
I was Lucy-Ann, condemned with no hope of reprieve.
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