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A PAID COMPANION 3
By Tammie Anne Freeman
Chapter 8
Patrick thought about simply refusing to put the dress on.
Not that wearing a dress was that big of a deal. He just
didn't like Anna's bossy attitude. He figured that since
he was a lot older than Anna, that he should be able to
outsmart her.
"I'll wear your clothes if you wear mine," he said.
"I don't know," she said hesitantly.
"If you don't want to, that's okay. We can wear our own
clothes."
A frown came to Anna's face; she didn't like being
thwarted in her attempt to get Patrick into a dress. Then
her frown slowly changed into a grin. "Okay," she giggled.
"I'll wear your clothes. Take off your shirt."
Patrick was disappointed that Anna agreed to wear his
clothes. But he still felt like he had accomplished
something. He removed his shirt, and then Anna had him
remove his T-shirt. He stood there, only wearing Anna's
panties, while she went to get him a slip from her
dresser.
She came back with a slip and he put it on. She handed him
the dress, and he also put the dress on. Anna had him turn
around, and then she buttoned the dress up in back.
Anna turned her back towards Patrick. "Unbutton me," she
ordered him.
"Say please." he said.
"No, I won't," she refused.
"You sure are a spoiled brat," he declared, "no wonder you
don't have any friends."
"I'm not a brat, and I have friends," she cried.
"No you don't. But I'd like to be your friend if you
weren't so mean."
"I'm not mean," she wailed.
"Then ask me to unbutton your dress instead of telling
me."
"Will you unbutton my dress?" she said, wiping the tears
from her eyes.
"Of course I will."
Patrick unbuttoned Anna's dress, and then left the room to
wait by the door while Anna dressed. A few minutes passed,
and Patrick was beginning to wonder if Anna had forgotten
he was waiting by the door. He was about to knock when
Anna opened the door. He saw that she was dressed in his
clothes.
"Would you show me around your house?" he asked.
"Okay," she said. Anna led the way and Patrick followed
after her. The first room they came to was a bedroom.
"This is your bedroom," she said, "do you like it?"
Patrick entered the bedroom and looked around. The bedroom
was a little bit smaller than Anna's bedroom, but was a
lot larger than the bedroom that he had shared with his
brother.
"It's so big!" he exclaimed. "I love it."
Patrick looked in the closet and saw about a dozen pairs
of pants and shirts. He was happy to see he had so many
clothes to wear. Anna looked in the closet while Patrick
had it open.
"You don't have many clothes do you?" she asked.
Patrick knew that Anna's closet was full of clothes. "I
have all the clothes I need," he said. "But, there's a lot
of space in the closet I won't be using. You can move some
clothes in here if you need extra space."
"Really?" she asked.
"Yes, really," he replied.
"Can I move my clothes now?"
"I thought you were going to show me around your house
first."
"Okay," she agreed, grabbing Patrick's hand and pulling
him out of the bedroom. Then Anna led Patrick on a grand
tour of her house.
As they were going from room to room, they ran into the
maid. "Hello, Clara," Patrick said, feeling self-conscious
about wearing Anna's dress.
"Hello, Patrick," Clara said, "has Anna got you wearing
her clothes already?"
"It was his idea," Anna protested.
"Is that right, Patrick?"
"I guess it was," he laughed. "Is it okay that we switched
clothes?"
"I don't see why not, but you'll have to check with Mrs.
Winthrop."
"Come on, Patrick," Anna said, "I want to show you the
rest of the house." She pulled on Patrick's arm and he
followed after her.
"Maybe we should switch our clothes back," he suggested.
"I don't want you to get into trouble with your mother."
"I won't get in trouble," Anna asserted.
Anna continued to show Patrick her house. He was amazed at
how big the house was. He thought it was five times as big
as the house he grew up in. Finally Anna brought Patrick
back to her bedroom.
"Let's move my dresses," Anna said. She handed Patrick
some dresses, and grabbed some more for herself. Soon they
had moved several of her dresses from her closet to his.
Then Anna looked in Patrick's dresser drawers and saw that
most of them were empty. "Can I use these drawers?" she
asked.
Patrick said it would be okay, and then found himself
helping her move other items of clothing from Anna's full
dresser to his almost empty one.
Patrick thought it would stop there, but soon she had
talked him into letting her move a lot of her stuffed
animals and dolls into his room. When Anna got done,
Patrick's room looked like a little girl's room.
Patrick left his bedroom to go to the bathroom, and when
he got back he saw that Anna wasn't in his room. So he sat
down in a chair by his bed, wondering what he should do.
He sat there for a while, until he saw Anna come back into
his room. He saw that Anna had changed back into her own
clothes.
"Will you button me?" she asked.
"Okay," Patrick said, buttoning up Anna's dress.
"Let's play with my dolls," Anna said.
"Okay," Patrick said, sitting down to play dolls with
Anna.
A little while later they were called to lunch. "I should
put on my own clothes to go to lunch," Patrick said.
"We have to go right now," Anna insisted, pulling Patrick
after her.
When they got to the dining room, Patrick saw Mrs.
Winthrop looking at him. He felt embarrassed to be wearing
a dress.
"Wearing a dress, Patrick?" Mrs. Winthrop asked. "Are you
a little girl today?"
"No, I'm not."
"That's okay, Patrick," Mrs. Winthrop said, "you can dress
like a girl if you want to. But we have to give you a
girl's name when you're dressing like a girl. How about we
call you Patricia? Would that be okay?"
"Okay," Patrick said, even though he felt like yelling
that he only wanted to be called Patrick, or Pat, but not
Patricia.
"Good, then come over here and sit down, Patricia."
Patrick was angry for a little while, but calmed down
before he started eating. After he was done eating, he got
up to leave the table. Anna got up at the same time as he
did.
"Come on, Patricia," she giggled, "I'll get you a
toothbrush." Patrick winced when he heard Anna call him
Patricia, but he followed her to the bathroom so he could
brush his teeth.
After he brushed his teeth, Patrick went back to his room
and tried to get his dress off. But he couldn't reach the
buttons in back. He went into Anna's room to see if she
would help him.
"Will you unbutton me?" he asked.
"But you're so pretty in your dress," she replied.
"Please, Anna," he said.
"Okay," Anna said, unbuttoning his dress.
Patrick went back to his room, took off Anna's clothes,
and put on his own clothes. He played with Anna some more
that day, but managed to stay in his own clothes. Finally
the day was over, and he went to his bedroom, putting on a
pair of boy's pajamas that were in his dresser drawer. All
in all he thought it had been a pretty good first day. And
the most important thing to him was that he actually liked
Anna.
Chapter 9
As the days passed, Patrick learned how to be a better
playmate for Anna. He played dolls with her, often wore
her dresses, and played the games that Anna liked to play.
He even taught her a few games that she didn't know. And
even though much of what he did with her was often boring,
he did enjoy her company.
Then after several weeks on the job, Patrick took a few
days off to visit his family. Mrs. Winthrop drove Patrick
to his house in the morning and dropped him off. Mrs.
Winthrop drove away, and Patrick walked up to his house.
As he got close to the door, Debbie came running out and
gave him a big hug.
"Hi, Debbie," he said.
"Hi, Patrick," she said, "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too."
"You're not wearing a dress," she declared.
"Of course I'm not. Why would I be wearing a dress?" he
asked.
"I thought you were going to become a girl."
"Sorry to disappoint you," he huffed.
"That's okay," she laughed. Then Debbie took a long look
at Patrick. "I like your hair, it's so pretty. When did
you have it styled?" she asked.
"A few days after I started my job," he answered.
Patrick's mother and brother came out of the house, and
they exchanged greetings with him. Then Patrick and his
family went into the house, and Patrick and Robert carried
his luggage to his bedroom.
"So are you still a boy?" Robert asked.
"Of course," Patrick said. "I told you I wasn't going to
be changed into a girl."
"Your hair is still styled like a girl," Robert said.
"I know," Patrick replied. "Anna decided she wanted my
hair styled the same as hers, and her mother agreed. So I
ended up in a beauty shop getting my hair styled."
"So how's your job going?" Robert asked.
"Mostly it's pretty boring. Imagine having to play with an
8 year old girl all day every day."
"What do you play?"
"Oh we play different games, some video and board games,
and of course dolls and dress-up."
"What do you do in dress-up?"
"Mostly Anna has me wear her dresses and pretend I'm a
girl."
"How often does she do that?"
"Quite often," Patrick answered. "Sometimes I'm tempted to
tell her I'm not going to wear her clothes, but then I
remind myself that I'm doing it for the money."
"I suppose Anna is quite the brat," Robert said.
"No she's not," Patrick replied. "She's actually a really
sweet person."
Chapter 10
While Patrick was spending time visiting his family, Mrs.
Winthrop was alone with Anna. "So how do you like having
Patrick for a playmate?" Mrs. Winthrop asked.
"He's okay for a boy," Anna replied, "but I want a girl
playmate."
"What? You told me that you wanted a boy for a playmate."
"I know," Anna agreed. "I changed my mind."
"It's not that easy," Mrs. Winthrop retorted. "I went to a
lot of effort to get you the playmate you asked for. You
said you wanted a boy your age and height, and who looked
like a girl. Certainly Patrick meets all those
requirements."
"But he's a boy. I want a girl playmate."
"And in a couple months you'll probably want a boy again."
"No, I won't" Anna insisted. "Please, mommy."
"I'm sorry," Mrs. Winthrop said, "but the only way you'll
get a girl for a playmate is if we change Patrick into a
girl."
"Patrick wouldn't like that," Anna said.
"Why do you say that?" Mrs. Winthrop asked.
"He doesn't like it when I ask him to wear a dress and
pretend to be a girl."
"Did he tell you that?"
"No," Anna admitted, "but I can tell."
"Maybe Patrick doesn't like pretending to be a girl
because he secretly wants to be a girl," Mrs. Winthrop
suggested.
"Really?" Anna asked.
"Yes," Mrs. Winthrop lied, "I'm sure of it."
"So he wants to be a girl?" Anna asked.
"It really doesn't matter, Anna," Mrs. Winthrop replied.
"The only question is; do you want Patrick to become a
girl?"
Anna thought for a second, smiled, and said: "Okay."
Chapter 11
Mrs. Winthrop arrived to pickup Patrick a few days later.
Patrick got into her car and she drove off. Patrick
thought Mrs. Winthrop would drive straight to her house,
but he noticed that they were going in a different
direction.
"Aren't we going to your house?" Patrick asked.
"There's a small detail we have to get taken care of
first," Mrs. Winthrop replied. Patrick wondered what Mrs.
Winthrop meant by a small detail.
Mrs. Winthrop drove for a while and then parked her car in
front of a medical clinic. Patrick got out of the car with
Mrs. Winthrop and followed her inside. "Why are we here?"
Patrick asked.
"We need to get your genitals replaced," Mrs. Winthrop
answered.
"My genitals replaced?" Patrick repeated dully.
"Yes, I'm going to have your male genitals removed and
replaced with female genitals."
Patrick stood there silently, not wanting to believe what
he had heard.
"Isn't it exciting," Mrs. Winthrop said. "You get to
become a little girl. You'll be an even better playmate
for Anna."
"I don't want to be a girl," Patrick complained.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm a boy," Patrick replied.
"Well, once you become a girl you won't have that reason
anymore."
"Please," Patrick pleaded, "don't make me become a girl."
"Don't worry, it's a very quick procedure."
"I don't want to lose my penis," Patrick cried.
"What in the world does a boy your age need with a penis?"
"To pee standing up," Patrick suggested.
"I already require you to pee sitting down don't I?"
"Yes," Patrick admitted.
"Well then, I guess you don't really need a penis."
"I'll need it for sex someday," Patrick argued.
"That's years away," Mrs. Winthrop replied, "and you don't
need a penis for sex. I've had sex many times, and I've
never had a penis. You'll enjoy sex with a penis pushed
into your vagina as much as you enjoyed pushing your penis
into a vagina. Maybe even more."
Patrick didn't know how to reply to that. A nurse took him
by his hand, and led him to an operating room. Another
nurse told him to remove his pants and shorts. Then he got
up onto the operating table and the nurse placed a device
shaped like a plunger over his penis.
Patrick lay on the operating table for about 15 minutes,
occasionally feeling a twinge of pain in his crotch. He
was thinking about what Mrs. Winthrop had said, that he
didn't really need a penis. Maybe he didn't need a penis,
but he still wanted one. There had to be someway to
convince Mrs. Winthrop to let him keep his penis.
"We're all done," the nurse declared, and removed the
plunger shaped device. Patrick could hardly believe they
were already done. But if they were already done, that
meant he didn't have a penis anymore. He propped himself
up and looked at his crotch.
Patrick saw that his penis was gone, and in its place was
a little mound with a slit down the middle. Mrs. Winthrop
came in and looked at Patrick's crotch. She looked up at
Patrick and smiled.
"Now that you're a little girl, your name will be
Patricia. And when you see Anna again, I want you to act
excited. You're to tell her that you're happy to be a
girl, and that you've always wanted to be a girl. Do you
understand?"
"Yes," Patricia replied.
Mrs. Winthrop handed Patricia some clothes and told her to
get dressed. Patricia noticed that all the clothes were
girls' clothes. She put on the panties, the slip and
finally the dress. Then Mrs. Winthrop buttoned Patricia's
dress up in back.
As they were walking out of the medical clinic, Patricia
asked: "Will I ever be a boy again?"
"I don't know," Mrs. Winthrop replied. "But I promise that
you'll be a girl for the next 10 years. And by then you
probably will never want to be a boy again."
Patricia wondered if she would ever not want to be a boy.
To Be Continued
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