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Evil Step Mother
By Jane Astin
"I want my daddy! I want my daddy!" screamed little
William.
A long brown haired woman in her late teens with brown eyes
picked up the child and spoke towards a hand held camera
held up by a young teenage girl. "Hello hunny buns.
Surprised to see me? How was your business trip? I bet you
didn't expect to come home to a box with your name on it.
If you don't do exactly as I say you will never see your
precious William again. Inside the box with this tape you
will find a letter. I want you to do exactly as it says.
Deposit the ?100 million, I know you have it, in the way I
have told you to by noon tomorrow and I will return your
little boy. If you go to the police you will never see him
again ALIVE!"
"You got all that sis?" asked Emma.
"Sure have love," answered Sarah, her 13 year old sister.
Sarah was a very attractive girl with long blonde hair,
blue eyes a thin waspish body and teasing developing
breasts under her white T-shirt.
"Right put the child to sleep." Emma proceeded to pull out
her contact lenses to reveal sparkling blue eyes. "I'm
gonna wash off this hair colour. You know how much I hate
brown."
"Was my acting good mommy?" asked little William.
"Oh yes honey daddy will love it and buy us all really nice
presents," answered Emma.
William beamed proudly. "Oh good. I can't wait to see him
when he comes back from his business trip."
"Me neither." she replied. "Now be good for aunty Sarah and
go to sleep whilst mommy runs a bath."
"But I'm not tired and besides we didn't pack my pyjamas,"
protested William.
"Sarah will find you something for tonight," she calmly
told him.
Emma proceeded to the apartment bathroom and ran her bath.
After washing her hair colour out to reveal gorgeous long
golden blonde hair she lay in the bath relaxing. Almost
pulled it off. Soon she will be rich.
For years she had dreamt of how to do this. She considered
marrying someone rich and killing him but that was too
obvious. She would be a prime suspect. Screwing a married
rich man and blackmailing him had its problems. Rich men
have powerful friends. Then one day the perfect plan kind
of hatched itself. She heard about this family in desperate
need for a nanny for their newborn son. The mother was very
ill and needed someone to help her. The family were very
rich, very rich. So she came up with this plan. Help the
mother on her way to see her maker. Seduce the father in
his time of grief, gain the child's confidence, take him
away and get him to play act he's been kidnapped and make
some money. Besides if something went wrong there was no
way she could be tracked down. She had used a false name
and even went to the extreme of changing her hair colour
and used contact lenses to change her eye colour.
She dried herself and went on to check on her sister and
the child. The child was sleeping in bed wearing a cute red
baby doll.
"It was all I could find," explained her sister. "Besides
he looks really cute."
Emma smiled. He did look cute.
"Okay let's go," she whispered. "He must not see me with my
real hair and eyes. When we get the money we'll tell his
father where he is and he'll come and get him."
Sarah looked disappointed. "Can't we keep him? He's ever so
cute. Besides he can identify me."
"He only saw you briefly. Not enough to really tell the
cops," Emma responded firmly. "And he's not a pet. We can't
keep him and that's that."
"But you'll miss him. I know you Emma. You've grown really
fond of him. You wish he were your child. His daddy will
pay no matter what. Besides if we need more money later..."
Emma looked at the child. He called her mommy. He really
believed she was his real mommy too, as he was too young to
remember his real mother. This was not part of her plan but
it could be a bonus. Besides it pleased her to think that
his daddy would suffer more if the child were kept.
"Okay we'll keep him," she replied. "The money will be
wired to that numbered account as planned. The bankers will
sift it and clean it as we discussed. The purchase of that
estate in the country will go ahead tomorrow. We stay here
tonight and head off tomorrow."
"Fantastic!" exclaimed Sarah. "I'll be good to him. Treat
him like an auntie should."
"One thing though Sarah," added Emma. "We have to change
his identity also. It will be all over the news. His face
will be everywhere. I intend to make this child my little
girl. We will raise him as my daughter. He must never wear
male clothes again. We will train him to act all girlish."
Sarah's face brightened some more. "Oh wow. She could be
our little dolly. When can we start?"
"No time like the present." responded Emma.
The two girls woke the slumbering child. William looked
surprised to see his mummy with blonde hair and different
colour eyes but accepted her excuse that she was acting.
"Hey baby you remember the day when you saw me painting my
nails and asked if I would paint yours. Do you remember
daddy told you nail polish was for girls and to not have
these stupid thoughts?"
William nodded blushing.
"Well, baby there was nothing wrong with it. You can have
your nails painted," assured Emma.
William worriedly looked at her. "Daddy won't approve."
"I have some bad news about daddy. Daddy left us and is not
coming back. He told me he hates me and he especially hates
you."
That was all too much for the child who burst out into
tears. Emma put her arm round him to console him.
"There, there baby," she said softly. "Mummy is here for
you and so is Auntie Sarah. We love you and always will and
will never leave you."
"Mummy please don't leave me!" screamed the child.
"No, no baby," she replied. "I can never leave you. I love
you. I'll always take care of you. You never have to worry
a thing about daddy again. What I say goes. We'll start a
new life somewhere pretty just you, me and Auntie Sarah."
The child nodded and began to calm down.
"Auntie Sarah and I would like to give you a really special
present," Emma told the child. "Daddy would never allow it
because he wanted you to be mean and nasty like him not
lovely and pretty like us. All little boys your age are
given the chance by their mommies to be little girls for as
long as they like. Would you like to try it for a while and
see?"
William didn't know what to say. He was always jealous of
the way his mommy acted around little girls. Fussing over
them. He wished his mommy fussed over him like that. He
wished he were special like those girls.
"Yes mummy." came the shy response.
"You say yes please mummy, please make me your little
girl," replied Emma.
"Yes please mummy, please make me your little girl," came
the response.
"Good girl," encouraged Emma. "You're name is now Billie
like that girl singer and you're my daughter."
The child smiled.
"Good now sleep child. In the morning we will go to a new
place to live."
The next day Emma took her sister Sarah and the little
child into her car and drove south for a few hours reaching
the countryside. The roads were long and windy with no
other cars around. Good, Emma thought. No one will know
we're here. Finally after what seemed like an eternity they
reached a big country house at the top of a hill.
"Welcome to our new home," Emma stated.
Over the last year Emma had been able to embezzle funds
from "Billie's" father, which she used to secretly purchase
the property. The house inside was immaculate. Marble
flooring, oak panels on the walls, big tall ceilings with
elegant chandeliers hanging down.
Emma immediately went to the oak study room. The high tech
computer equipment was a big contrast to the rest of the
room. She sat at one of the computers and began typing.
"Its done!" she squealed. "The money's been paid over to
us. I think it calls for a celebration."
Sarah smiled whilst Billie looked over confused. He had
been dressed very simply in trainers and a feminine vest,
white socks and sneakers.
"Come over girls," beckoned Emma. The two obeyed and went
to glance over the computer.
"Through the Internet I can access anything I want," Emma
explained. "Plus if you're rich like us you get INTERNET 2!
This gives you lots of other things not normally available.
Also included in my fee is our personal maid who delivers
anything we want and I mean anything. I'll give you an
example. Right we want to celebrate. Champagne. Don
Perignon will do I suppose."
Emma giggled. "Okay lets get 3 bottles." Her painted nails
typed this on the keyboard.
"How long does it take to arrive?" asked Sarah.
Immediately the doorbell rang. Emma buzzed the ringer in. A
smartly dressed woman entered carrying in 3 bottles of the
champagne ordered and 3 glasses. She opened one bottle and
poured some into the 3 glasses. She smiled at the group
before taking her leave.
"But how? Wow that was quick," exclaimed Sarah.
"Ahh Internet2. Only for the super rich like us," Emma
laughed. "What else shall we order I wonder? I know let's
get my daughter some new items of clothing. First though
let's make her look all girl."
"Check this new function out. Computer I want you to help
me with a problem I have. I want to turn a boy into a
girl."
The computer spoke back. "There are a number of specialists
that can help with the medication and operation. Fees from
fifty thousand US dollars. Would you like me to order one
that I deem suitable?"
"Not yet computer. I have something more specific. I don't
just want to make him any old girl, I want to make him my
girl, my daughter. His exact gene make up will match mine.
The child will look identical to me except smaller."
The computer spoke back. "Searching. This will take a
minute. Do you have any other requirements?"
"Yes computer. When I mean exact I mean exact. I want my
child to have the same long blonde hair falling past her
waist. Oh and her waist is to be very tiny like mine is but
in proportion to her size. Her nails must be 3 inches long
like mine are. She must have the same pouting lips, large
blue eyes with their long lashes. Her nose must be like
mine. I want her to have cute little feet and make her
unable to walk in anything less than six inches. Oh and
finally I want the same size breasts like mine to be
protruding from her."
"One match found. Dr Gray. Will cost you ?1 million pounds
to perform the procedures prescribed. Would you like me to
order?"
"Yes computer," said Emma eagerly.
Astonishingly the bell rang again. Emma buzzed the ringer.
A middle-aged lady wearing white overcoat entered.
"Hi I am Dr Gray," said the lady. "This must be the child.
My medical van is outside waiting to cure the problems as
you have prescribed. Tell the child to come with me."
"Sarah take Billie with Dr Gray," instructed Emma. "Billie
my love Dr Gray is going to have a look at you."
Sarah took the child by the hand and followed Dr Gray out
of the room.
"Computer there's a lot more things I want. I want to be
able to fix the child's memory. Can we delete her entire
memory to date?"
"Yes. One doctor can do that for fifty thousand US
dollars."
"Good. Order that and instruct to liase with Dr Gray. I
want Billie to wake up and remember nothing. On to my next
request. I want the child to obey my commands at all times.
Can the same doctor do that?"
"He will do for an extra one hundred thousand."
"Do it," Emma ordered. "Now let's clothe her."
Emma went on to order hundreds and hundreds of little
outfits for her child. Most of the items were to be
specially made so she want surprised when the bill exceeded
a hundred thousand. Money well spent thought Emma.
When the clothes arrived Emma instructed them to be placed
in one of the wardrobes upstairs. She selected the largest
room with a small frilly bed and ordered the computer to
have it decorated to her taste, very pink and very girly.
Exhausted at all the shopping but nevertheless delighted
Emma went to check on how the operation was going. Emma was
pleased to find out that all was finished. She saw a
sleeping child with large protruding nipples lying on an
operating table. She gave instructions for the child to be
carried upstairs.
The two "doctors" carefully carried the patient upstairs
and lay her on the bed in the now decorated pink room.
"Wake her than go," Emma instructed.
The child opened her eyes. "Billie sit up," commanded Emma.
This the child did. "Your name is Billie. Tell me do you
remember anything Billie?" asked Emma.
The child shook her head.
"Billie you are my daughter. I am your mummy. You will call
me mummy and my sister here Auntie Sarah. When I tell you
to do something you will say yes mummy. Now Billie who are
you?"
"My name is Billie. I am your daughter."
"Good girl," smiled Emma.
Emma carried Billie over to the dresser where she proceeded
to paint the child's nails the same bright red as hers.
Billie's nails were extremely long about three inches and
looked very long on her delicate little hands. Sarah joined
in and painted her toenails. Seven coats were applied in
total.
Following this Emma and Sarah both brushed Billie's hair a
hundred or so times. "Billie you are our little doll and
enjoy being treated like one. You will never complain at
being made up and remade up until we are happy."
"Yes mummy," replied Billie.
"Good. Now we will dress you. Inside the wardrobes you have
hundreds of outfits all matching mine. Something skimpy I
think. Yes here it is."
Emma dressed the child in a tiny red see through baby doll.
The rim was made of red wool and barely covered her crotch.
On her feet she placed a painful looking pair of six inch
spiked stilettos.
Emma addressed the child. "Billie you are evil just like
mommy. Your only desire is to do mummy's evil commands. You
hate all others except mummy and wish to destroy all
mummies' enemies."
"Yes mummy." came the response.
"I am going to transform you into an evil bitch. Your mind
will know only worship for me and hate for all others. Come
with me."
Obediently Billie followed Emma downstairs walking
practically on tiptoe in her six inch spikes. Billie was
led to a dark room and commanded to lie down on the table
in the centre. A pair of headphones was placed on her head.
"This machine will ensure you become the bitch I want you
to be." spoke Emma. "As I speak your memories and thoughts
will be altered to what I desire. Billie you are my little
girl. All you want to do is be my evil little girl. You
like your long nails and your long blonde hair. You love
wearing these skimpy outfits with those six inch heels.
Billie you must never speak to anyone apart from me. No one
exists in your world except me. You worship me and want to
be just like me. I am ALL that exists. In your world there
is just me, you and looking like me in every way. You will
shut out everything else. You hate that you are not me and
will strive to be like me. You will follow me and emulate
me in every way. When I stand you will stand. When I pee
you will pee. When I masturbate so will you. You will never
grow older and will remain my little girl forever."
END OF PART 1
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