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PAID COMPANION
By Tammie Anne Freeman
Chapter 1
Patrick Thompson had just graduated from college. He
had tried to find a job in the past few months, but
had been unsuccessful. He was currently living at
home, but his parents were threatening to throw him
out. He would have been happy to move into a place of
his own, but he didn't have any money for rent.
He felt under a lot of pressure to find a job, any
job. He looked in the want ads for employment, and on
several Internet job boards, but didn't find a job.
He ended up sitting in the office of a local
employment service, hoping that they could find him a
job.
Patrick was talking to one of the job counselors, a
middle-aged woman who identified herself as Helen.
She was looking through the job postings, and not
having much luck finding anything. "I'm sorry," Helen
said, "but the only job I can find is for a paid
companion."
"What's a paid companion?" Patrick asked.
"Typically it's someone who does household chores for
an older person who needs assistance," Helen
explained. "The older person also might be lonely and
want someone to talk to." "Would you have any
interest in that job?" Helen asked.
Patrick was tempted to say that he wasn't, but
instead asked: "How much does it pay?"
"A hundred dollars a week, and has free room and
board."
Patrick lifted his eyebrows at the mention of free
room and board. The pay was lousy, but he would at
least have a place to live and food to eat. "When can
I start?" Patrick asked.
"We'll have to arrange an interview first," Helen
explained, "and I'm sure there will be other
applicants for the job. But let me make a phone
call." Patrick sat while Helen made her phone call.
Helen finished talking and hung up. "Good news,"
Helen said, "Marion will be right over to talk to
you."
"Who's Marion?" Patrick asked.
"She's the person who's looking for a paid
companion."
"Is she looking for a companion for herself?"
"I doubt it, I'd guess that she's looking for a
companion for an older relative, perhaps a parent.
But you can find out when you talk to her."
Twenty minutes later Marion arrived and introduced
herself as Mrs. Marion Winthrop. Marion sat down with
Patrick and wanted to find out everything about him.
Patrick tried to be as pleasant as possible, although
he did find some of the questions to be a little
personal.
Patrick told Marion that he was 22 years old, had
just graduated from college, and hoped to get a job
teaching. He had contacted several school districts,
but none of them were hiring, and most were reducing
their teaching staffs.
Marion asked Patrick about his family. He said that
he had a 14 year-old brother and a 9 year-old sister.
Marion commented that she had an 8 year-old daughter
who had just finished second grade.
"How tall were you when you were 11 years old?"
Marion asked.
Patrick answered the question, thinking it was the
weirdest question he had ever been asked.
After she finished asking Patrick questions about
himself, Marion asked him: "Are there any questions
you'd like to ask me?"
"What exactly would I be doing as a paid companion?"
Patrick asked.
"You would be a playmate for Anna, nothing more than
that."
"Who's Anna?"
"She's my 8 year old daughter."
Patrick could hardly believe what he had just heard.
He wondered if this woman was crazy. He stood up to
leave; disappointed that he had again failed to get a
job.
"What's wrong?" Marion asked.
"I can't be Anna's playmate!"
"Why can't you?"
"Because I'm a 22 year-old man and she's an 8 year-
old girl!" Patrick shouted.
"I'm aware of that," Marion said, "and ideally I
would find another 8 year old girl to be Anna's
playmate. But I can't hire an 8 year-old girl to come
and live with my daughter."
"What makes you think Anna would want to play with a
grown man?" Patrick asked.
"She wouldn't."
"Then why are you wasting both your time and mine?"
Patrick asked, exasperated.
"You told me that you were 4'6" tall when you were 11
years old," Marion answered, "that's exactly Anna's
height."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Did you know that with rejuvenation treatments, you
could become half your current age?" Marion asked.
"You could be physically 11 years old in a week. And
with minor alterations in appearance you could easily
pass for an 8 year-old. Anna wouldn't know that you
were really 22, she would think that you were only 8
years old."
Patrick was flabbergasted, and didn't know how to
respond. Finally he said: "You want me to get
rejuvenation treatments to be 11 years old again, and
then pretend I'm only 8 years old. But that's crazy.
Even if I agreed, I could never afford the
rejuvenation treatments."
"I'd pay for the treatments," Marion said, "and if
you're willing, we can get started with the
treatments today. Now I know this is pushing you, but
if you sign a multi-year contract right now, then
I'll hire you. Otherwise, I'll talk to some other job
applicants."
Marion pushed a contract in front of Patrick, and he
looked at it in silence. She would pay for the
rejuvenation treatments, and he would be
contractually obligated to her for 10 years. She
would also become his legal guardian for the next 10
years. She would provide room and board along with a
weekly allowance of one hundred dollars. He would
have to pretend to be the same age as Anna, and be
her constant companion.
"Well, Patrick, what's it going to be?" Marion asked.
"Are you going to sign it, or should I go talk to
someone else?"
Patrick wanted a job badly, but he didn't want this
job. Still it was a job, and it would be an easy job.
All he had to do was play. He would have a place to
live, and would be saving money. And after 10 years
he would have saved a lot of money, and would still
be younger than he was now.
Patrick grabbed a pen and signed the contract. Marion
also signed the contract. "You'll be starting your
rejuvenation treatments today," Marion said. "And
then a week from now you'll come to live with me."
Patrick followed Marion out of the employment office,
wondering if he had done the right thing.
Chapter 2
After he got home from the rejuvenation treatments
that day, he told his parents what he had done. They
yelled at him, and asked how he could have done such
a stupid thing. They thought he knew better than
that. They told him he should break the contract.
"But if I break it now I'll have to pay thousands of
dollars for the treatment I just got," Patrick
argued.
As the days went by, Patrick went in for additional
rejuvenation treatments. Every day he was getting
about a year and a half younger. The changes weren't
that noticeable the first couple days, but were quite
noticeable after that. Soon he was having a hard time
keeping his pants on.
His treatments also included a slight modification in
his appearance. Like Marion had said, it made him
look like he was 8 years old. But he also thought it
made him look like a girl. And since his hair had
grown considerably in the last few days, it added to
the effect of his appearing to be a girl.
Patrick was now smaller than his sister Debbie. Since
his old clothes were way too big for him, his mother
suggested that Debbie might have some clothes she had
outgrown that might fit him. Debbie was delighted in
finding clothes for him. She handed him some clothes,
including panties and a dress.
He didn't want to wear the clothes, but his brother
Robert wrestled him down and made him promise to wear
the clothes. He put on the panties and a slip to the
laughter of Robert. Then Debbie had him lift his
arms, and put the dress on him, buttoning it in back.
"You're my little sister now," Debbie giggled.
Their mother entered the room and said: "You look so
cute in that dress."
"Can you style Patrick's hair like Debbie's," Robert
asked, "she'd love to have her hair styled like her
big sister."
"That's a wonderful idea," their mom said, "come
along, Patrick." She grabbed Patrick's hand and
pulled him after her. Patrick soon found himself in a
chair, getting his hair styled.
"I don't want my hair to look like Debbie's," Patrick
complained.
"Quit complaining," his mother ordered, "and be a
good little girl."
"I'm not a little girl," Patrick objected.
"Not yet," his mother agreed, "but soon you will be."
"What do you mean?"
"Think about it," his mother said. "Why would Mrs.
Winthrop want a little boy for her daughter's
playmate when she could have a little girl instead?
She could have your genitals removed and replaced
with a little girl's genitals in a quick 15 minute
procedure."
"She couldn't do that," Patrick argued.
"Yes she could," his mother said, "you're not an
adult anymore. You're a minor now, and Mrs. Winthrop
will be your legal guardian tomorrow morning."
"But that doesn't mean she would do it," Patrick
argued.
"True, but you must admit that it is highly likely
that she will."
Patrick wondered if his mother was right. Did Mrs.
Winthrop intend to change him into a girl? She had
never said that she would. But then again, she had
never said that she wouldn't. He would just have to
hope that Mrs. Winthrop wasn't planning to change him
into a girl.
Patrick's mother finished styling his hair and
Patrick got down from the chair. "Why don't you go
play dolls with your sister," Patrick's mother
suggested. "You might as well get used to it. You'll
be playing with dolls a lot over the next few years."
Patrick thought he probably would be playing dolls a
lot, whether he became a girl or not. So he walked
into his sister's bedroom. Debbie looked at him and
started giggling. She walked over to him and led him
to a full-length mirror in her room. She stood by his
side while both of them looked in the mirror. Patrick
saw the reflection of Debbie standing next to the
reflection of a little girl. The little girl looked
like she was Debbie's little sister.
"You're my little sister now," Debbie giggled.
"I guess I am," Patrick remarked. "Mom said I should
play dolls with you."
"Okay," Debbie said, "I'll show you how." Debbie
handed Patrick a doll and they sat down to play.
To Be Continued?
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