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PAID COMPANION #2
By Tammie Anne Freeman
Chapter 3
A little while later the phone rang in the house and was
answered by Patrick's mother. "Patrick!" his mother called
out, "you have a phone call!"
"Who is it?" Patrick asked his mom.
"It's Melissa," his mom replied.
Patrick frowned. He didn't really want to talk to Melissa.
She was his occasional girlfriend, but he hadn't gone out
with her in a month. And he certainly wasn't in any
condition to start dating her again. But he took the phone
from his mother anyway.
"Hello, Melissa," he said.
"Hello," Melissa said, "can I speak to Patrick?"
"This is Patrick."
"Is this Debbie? Would you go get your brother Patrick?"
"I'm not Debbie, I'm Patrick."
"You don't sound like Patrick; your voice is too high."
"Sorry about that," Patrick said, "but I've been taking
rejuvenation treatments for the past week. My voice is a
lot higher because I'm a lot younger now."
"Is this a joke?" Melissa asked.
"No, it's not a joke," Patrick said, growing annoyed.
"But you're only 22 years old, why on earth would you want
rejuvenation treatments?"
"My new job requires it."
"What kind of job would require you to get younger?"
"I'm going to be a paid companion."
"That doesn't explain why you need to get younger."
"I'm to be a paid companion to a little girl," Patrick
admitted, feeling embarrassed.
"What? I've got to see this. I'll be right over. Goodbye."
"Wait!" Patrick shouted. "Don't come over!" But it was too
late. Melissa had already hung up the phone.
"So what did Melissa have to say?" his mom asked.
"She said she's coming over."
"Oh, that's nice."
"No, it's not nice. I don't want her to see me like this!"
"Well, you should have thought about that before you
decided to become a child again."
Chapter 4
About 20 minutes later, Melissa was knocking on the door.
Debbie answered the door.
"Hello, Melissa."
"Hello, Debbie, I'd like to see Patrick, would you go get
him?"
"She told me to tell you that she's not here."
"She?"
"Yes," Debbie giggled, "Patrick's my little sister now."
"I can't wait to see her," Melissa laughed, "will you take
me to her?"
"Okay."
Melissa followed Debbie to Patrick's bedroom. The door was
shut, so Melissa knocked lightly. There was no answer.
"Patrick, this is Melissa, is it okay if I come in?" she
asked.
"Go away! I don't want you to see me."
"Come on, Patrick; don't shut out your friends just because
you've undergone a little change." Melissa waited for a
while, but Patrick refused to say anything. "I'm coming
in," she said, opening the door.
"No!" Patrick yelled.
Melissa stared at him. "You really have changed into a
little girl, haven't you?"
"I have not!" Patrick said hotly, "I'm a boy, not a girl."
"That's a pretty dress you have on, Patrick," Melissa
laughed, "and you have such nice long curly hair and such a
pretty face. You don't really expect me to believe that
you're not a girl, do you?"
"Okay, so I look like a girl. But I'm still a boy."
"I'm afraid you'll have to prove that to me."
"What? I'm not pulling down my panties to show you my
penis," Patrick said indignantly.
"Oh, you're wearing panties," Melissa laughed, "that's so
precious."
"Okay, you've had your laugh. You can leave now."
"Patrick, that's so rude," Melissa admonished him. "I'm
your guest and your friend. So tell me about this job
you're starting."
"What's to tell? I've already told you that I'm going to be
a paid companion to a little girl. That pretty much sums it
up."
"How old is she?" Melissa asked. "Does she have any
brothers or sisters?"
"She's eight years old, and she's an only child."
"So are you going to have to do whatever she tells you to?"
"No, of course not!" Patrick replied acidly. "I'm going to
be her playmate, not her slave!"
"But if you don't play with her, you'll lose your job won't
you?"
"Yes, I'd be fired for sure, and probably sued for breach
of contract. So I'll do anything she asks as long as it's
reasonable."
"When do you start?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"That's quite a job you found, Patrick. You get to be a kid
again, and you get paid for it. And you get to be a little
girl. Lucky you."
"I'm not a girl!"
"Yes, you said that before. Maybe you're just a sissy boy,
who likes to dress up like a girl," Melissa teased.
"That's not very nice," Patrick pouted.
"You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your
feelings. How about I take you out to a movie to make up
for it?"
"No, thanks."
"Okay. But if you change your mind, give me a call. Well, I
guess I'd best be going. Goodbye, Patrick."
Patrick watched as Melissa left. "Goodbye, Melissa," he
said softly, unsure if she even heard him.
Chapter 5
Later that evening, when it was time for her to go to bed,
Debbie asked her mother: "Can Patrick sleep with me?"
"No," her mother answered.
"But she's my little sister," Debbie asserted.
"Patrick is your little brother, not your little sister,
and will sleep in the boy's bedroom," her mother replied.
"But since he is a little boy now, it's his bedtime too,"
her mother added.
"It's too early to go to bed," Patrick complained.
"You're 8 years old now," his mother declared, "and it's
your bedtime. Go to bed."
Patrick went into his bedroom and tried unbuttoning his
dress. The buttons were in back and were hard to reach. He
ended up going into Debbie's room to get her help. "I'm
having trouble unbuttoning my dress," Patrick explained.
"I'll help," Debbie said. She walked behind Patrick and
unbuttoned his dress. Patrick thanked her and went back to
his room to finish undressing. His brother Robert came in
just as Patrick was removing his panties. Then Patrick
started putting on the pajamas he had gotten from Debbie
earlier in the day.
"I'm sorry I made you wear a dress today," Robert said.
"Why did you do it?" Patrick asked.
"I wanted to get even with you for making me wear a dress
six years ago, when we were visiting our cousins."
"Oh," Patrick said, "I guess were even then."
"So are you going to become a girl?" Robert asked.
"No, I'm not."
"Mom says you will."
"She's wrong."
"Do you want to be a girl?" Robert asked.
"No, I don't."
"You sure look like a girl."
Patrick got into bed and Robert left the room. Patrick knew
that his brother was correct, and that he did look like a
girl. But he still had his penis, and as long as he had
that he would be a boy. He only hoped Mrs. Winthrop
wouldn't take his penis away from him. He fell asleep with
that troubled thought on his mind.
Chapter 6
The next morning he woke up and heard his mother calling
for him. Mrs. Winthrop had arrived to pick him up. He got
out of bed, tied back his hair into a ponytail, and went
downstairs in his pajamas. Mrs. Winthrop saw him coming and
smiled broadly at him.
"Good morning, Patrick," Mrs. Winthrop greeted him. "How
are you today?"
"Good morning, Mrs. Winthrop," Patrick replied, "I'm well,
but I must admit that I'm feeling a tad bit apprehensive."
"Patrick, you're an intelligent, college educated 22 year
old. Please don't talk like one. Please remember that you
are playing the role of an 8 year old," Mrs. Winthrop
chastised him. "You must keep your sentences short and your
words little. You're going to have to think twice before
you say anything. And then you're going to have to dumb
down what you do say. I don't need to remind you that you
have financial incentives in your contract based upon your
performance."
"I thought I would only have to act like an 8 year-old when
I'm with Anna."
"No," Mrs. Winthrop corrected him, "you will talk and act
like an 8 year old at all times. Is that understood?"
"Yes," Patrick choked.
"Good," Mrs. Winthrop said. "I've brought some clothes for
you to wear, why don't you go and put them on?"
Mrs. Winthrop handed Patrick a small suitcase. He took it
from her and went up to his bedroom. He opened it up,
afraid that there would be panties and a dress. But there
were only clothes for a boy. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Patrick pulled the clothes from the suitcase and got
dressed. He closed the suitcase and went back downstairs.
He said his goodbyes to his family. Debbie cried and asked
if she would ever see him again. He assured her that he
would come and visit several times a year. Then he walked
out with Mrs. Winthrop, ready to start his new job.
Chapter 7
After driving for a while, Mrs. Winthrop pulled up in front
of a mansion. "So what do you think of my house?" Mrs.
Winthrop asked.
"It's so big," Patrick said.
Mrs. Winthrop smiled at Patrick. "Yes, it is. I'm sure
you'll love living here."
Patrick got out of the car and followed Mrs. Winthrop into
her house. When they got inside, Mrs. Winthrop introduced
Patrick to her maid Clara, and then asked Clara where Anna
was. Clara replied that Anna was in her bedroom. "Come
along, Patrick," Mrs. Winthrop said. "Let's get you
introduced to Anna."
A few moments later Patrick entered Anna's bedroom. He
looked around at the bedroom. It was huge, and filled with
all manner of toys, stuffed animals and dolls. A little
girl looked up from playing with her dolls. "Anna, this is
your new playmate Patrick," Mrs. Winthrop said.
Anna looked at Patrick and a frown came to her face. "You
promised me a boy playmate!" she cried out in anger.
"But Patrick is a boy," her mother explained.
"Is not!" Anna snapped, "She's just a girl in pants."
"But you said you wanted a boy who looked like a girl. And
Patrick is a boy who looks like a girl."
"Is she really a boy?" Anna asked.
"Yes he really is a boy. Why don't you show her, Patrick?"
"Show her?" he asked.
"Yes, take off your pants and shorts."
Patrick felt embarrassed but started removing his pants.
Then he pulled his shorts off, and stood in his bare
bottom. He watched as Anna stared between his legs, and
then as she looked up with a big smile on her face.
"She really is a boy," Anna giggled. "She's just what I
wanted. Thanks, mommy."
"You're welcome," her mother said. "Well now that you've
been introduced I'll leave the two of you to play." Then
Mrs. Winthrop walked out of Anna's bedroom.
Anna went over to her dresser and came back with a pair of
panties. "Here, you can wear these," she said.
"That's okay; I'll put my shorts on."
"No," Anna insisted, "put on the panties."
Patrick took the panties from Anna and put them on. Anna
smiled and gave Patrick a big hug. "Come see my dresses,"
she said. She opened a closet, and even though the closet
was huge, it was filled with dresses. Anna reached into the
closet and pulled out a dress. "Here's a pretty dress, do
you like it?"
"Yes, it's very pretty." Patrick said.
Anna handed the dress to Patrick, and a big smile came to
her face. "I'm glad you like it," she said. "Try it on."
To Be Continued
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