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Maggie's Perfect Plan Part 13 By Eve Smith The girls returned and Martin joined them downstairs. Although he was outwardly rebelling about being dressed in girls clothing he appeared to be quite happy attired in a dress. Still cocooned in the sleep suit he left me, my nappy now drenched. I had now been in the thing for about 18 hours and the discomfort was increasing. My mouth was dry and tasted of his urine. Some time later he returned to my bedroom and released me from the sleep suit. I removed the plastic pants and nappy. He allowed me to brush my teeth and I went to the bathroom as he sorted out what I was to wear. When I walked back into the bedroom I could see that he had found the baby clothes in the cupboard. He put a clean disposable nappy on me and told me to put the plastic pants back on. He zipped me into a white lacy baby dress that flared from just below my chest and was not long enough to cover my nappy. The sleeves were short and puffed. He giggled when he saw me and then gave me white tights and shiny buckle up shoes to put on. I stood in front of him as he giggled and then he said, 'I can't believe that you were ever a man, but one thing is certain they are never going to let you be a man again, and as I think that you are a faggot I'm going to have fun tormenting you sissy.' Not long ago I had felt sorry for him, feeling guilty for getting him involved in this hell, but now he appeared to be a willing participant in the girl's humiliation of me. I could tell that Emily felt it funny and amusing that a boy attired in a dress was now part of her team, and that he was also willing to enhance my degradation for her benefit. I waddled rather than walked down the stairs and into the lounge where the girls plus Maggie and Marie waited. Laughter echoed around the room as they saw me. 'Oh Martina, you have dressed her so prettily.' said Marie, the sarcasm in her voice so clear. 'Doesn't she look such as pretty baby girl.' said Maggie as she joined in with the chorus of humiliating comments. Martin was still attired in the yellow dress that the girl had made him put on that morning. He sat on the settee with Kylie and Britany, I was told to sit on the floor. 'We found this in the Mall this morning.' said Emily as she walked to me and showed me a dummy. 'It's been lost by some poor baby and it looks a bit grubby but it will do for you sissy Lucy.' She bent over towards me and pushed it between my lips and told me to suck it. The dummy was grubby to say the least. It had been well used and was probably thrown away rather than lost. I sat on the floor sucking it, tasting the dirt that was on it. Maggie clapped her hands to drawer everyone's attention and then spoke. 'Marie and I had decided that it is silly for Emily and I to live in this big house alone, so she, Kylie and Britany will be moving in.' My look of horror must have really amused Maggie as she laughed and said spitefully, 'Won't it be nice to have three girls to look after baby Lucy all the time, and of course there is Martina as well, Lucy will certainly be well looked after.' Maggie's sister and her daughters were due to go home in the next day or so and I was looking forward to the relief that only having one tormentor would bring. That was now not going to happen, I was to be stuck with them permanently. Their voices drifted in the back ground as I looked around the room. It was virtually the same as when my parents had been alive. The rooms, the walls, the house were the same but the inhabitants were different. The person that I had married was betraying me again, enjoying her life of relative luxury while enhancing my degradation at every move. I had once been the owner of this property, once the bank account that financed these horrible people had been mine. Now I had no say in any matter, treated as a slave and plaything as my reward for marrying into this family. The legacy that was mine had now passed onto Maggie, my signature on the documentation robbing me of that legacy and condemning me to a life of humiliation with no hope of freedom. The announcement had obviously been as much a surprise to the girls as it was for me. They hugged each other and danced around displaying their joy. The feeling of joy in the giggles and laughter that filled the room was my despair. I looked at them, watched them cuddling each other and thanking their respective mothers for allowing this. For a period of time I was ignored, their thoughts on the future living together. Martin looked bemused by what was going on and remained sitting on the settee looking like the younger sister of my tormentors. His immature looks and his clothing really made him look like a girl. He sat demurely, his body language very girlish looking at them and I am sure wanting to join in. He no longer appeared to be phased by the fact that they dressed and treated him like a girl. His home life had been hard since his mother had gone. Emily went to him and cuddled him, showed him affection that he clearly appreciated. As she held him she looked down at me and smirked, her eyes glinting, clear and happy. Now although certainly not treating him as an equal the girls were letting him take charge of certain things, namely me. He was another one that I had to obey or face the likely consequences. Emily was making sure that her hated stepfather was treated as the lowest form of life, now neither male nor female, just a toy to be played with by anyone that would enjoy humiliating me. She let go of the boy and walked to me. 'So sissy this is really good news for everyone except you, three of us to mess about with you all the time.' she laughed and then continued 'and of course Martina will still want to take part, won't you Martina.' The boy smiled and said yes. Martin was sent to get their dirty underwear. He sat cross-legged in front of me holding the panties to my face as I licked them clean. Maggie, Marie and the girls sat around watching. As I finished them Emily spoke, 'Obviously in future you will have to lick Martina's panties clean as well and I am sure that she will make sure that they are ripe.' The boy blushed and then laughed, the look on his face saying that he felt accepted, his underwear to be treated the same as the girls. It was now 6.00pm and Maggie started to prepare dinner. 'Take Lucy upstairs and get her ready for bed Martina.' commanded Emily. As he led me from the room she told him of the single sleep suit that she thought would be appropriate for me to wear. In my bedroom he stripped me off, leaving the nappy and plastic pants on me. From the wardrobe he got the sleep suit and held in for me to step into. As he zipped it up he said, 'No more of that for me, no more nappies that is just for sissies like you.' In the wardrobe he had seen the Pop Hood and picked it up. 'I think that we can have fun with this later.' I looked at the hateful thing knowing that during the course of the evening it would encase my head and there was nothing I could do about it. When we got downstairs dinner was ready. The plates of food laid out for all except me, my bowl empty. 'I told mum not to put any out for you, I think that Kylie, Britany, Martina and I can fill your bowl.' she giggled as did the rest of them. She had the dummy in her hand and thrust it between my lips saying suck this like a good little girl. Maggie and Marie took their food on trays into the lounge. I sat between Emily and Martin with Britany and Kylie sitting opposite. I was already hot inside the sleep suit and I could feel sweat trickling down my body. I watched helplessly as they ate some of their food but every few mouthfuls they would spit into my bowl. I listened to the laughter and giggling of the four of them as the pile of chewed food in my bowl grew. When they had finished eating all eyes seemed to stare at me. 'Martina, do you think that you have been a good girl and deserve to be allowed to feed baby Lucy.' The boy nodded and said yes not appearing to be the slightest concerned that she had addressed him as a girl. 'Okay baby Lucy asked Martina nicely if she will feed you.' Said Emily softly as if caring and pulling the dummy from my mouth. I looked at the bowl of food and felt sick but knew that I had little chance to do anything else other than to obey her. 'Please Martina will you feed me.' I said, the howls of derision and laughter from them so loud. The boy took the plastic spoon and was about to load it when he said in a pretend girly voice, 'It looks so dry I think it needs some gravy.' He spat in the bowl to the absolute delight of the three girls who then did the same. He mixed it in and then spoonful after spoonful of the disgusting mix was pushed into my mouth, their laughter as I chewed and then swallowed ringing in my ears. I was 22 years old and at the mercy of these four. I was one of three adults in the house but the other two were contented to allow me to be the subject of their offspring's childish and disgusting games. Martin scraped out the bowl with the spoon to give me the last mouthful of the chewed up and spat in food. From the floor he picked up the Pop Hood and said to no one in particular, 'Has the sissy worn this yet?' The response was obviously yes but not in a positive way as if to say it was old hat. Martin noticed this as I did and for a moment I thought that maybe I would be spared having my head incarcerated in the filthy thing. 'But she hasn't worn it in the way that I going to make him.' said the boy. I looked at him and the girls showed greater interest. He told me to get off the chair and follow him into the garden. He led and I followed with the girl's just behind. 'Kneel down sissy.' he ordered. I complied. The girls gathered around watching, interested in what he was going to do. He stood in front of me and lifted his dress and lowered his panties exposing his penis. He held the Pop Hood in his left hand by the neck, holding the hood open. I was looking at the upside down Baby Spice face of the hood. 'I need to piss sissy and guess were I'm going to do it.' I did not need to guess. I watched as he urinated into the hood. 'Lower your head Lucy so I can put it on with out spilling any' he demanded. 'No...no I won't.' I spat through gritted teeth. I heard Emily laugh and she said something about rubber gloves. She was behind me and I could not see her. I looked up at Martin still refusing to lower my head. Suddenly I felt hands grip me and then rubber clad hands start pushing my head down. I tried to resist but from her standing position Emily found it easy to hold my neck and force my head down so that now I was facing my stomach. I tried to wriggle free but the hands that held my torso held firm. The boy lowered the hood, and I pleaded for them not to do this. My pleading only bought laughter as slowly the boy pulling the hood open wider at the neck brought it up towards my head. I could already smell the contents of it before it even touched my head. Slowly teasingly and tauntingly he pulled the hood upwards. The top of my head touched the liquid and as the hood was pulled on further I felt it covering my face, going in my eyes and up my nose. In one final pull the hood was pulled fully into place and my head was released from Emily's grip. I lifted my head quickly and felt the liquid contents run down my face, I coughed as I tried to clear the filthy water from my mouth and nose. 'Oh I'm glad I put on these gloves, I've got some of Martina's pee on them/' she said laughing. As before she slightly lowered the zip on the sleep suit to tuck the neck of the hood into it. She also told the boy how the lips fitted and he had no trouble in encasing mine in them. Through the slits in the hood I could see them all, looking, smiling at my discomfort. 'What a pissy dirty little girl our sissy is.' said Britany giggling. My breathing was coming in gasps. The cold wet interior of the hood stuck to my face, the tightness of it increased by the liquid still trapped in it. 'Get inside pissy sissy.' ordered Emily. I followed them into the kitchen. 'She's to dirty and smelly to go into the lounge or sleep her room tonight.' said Kylie remarking that she could see Martin's pee seeping through the eye slits and the nose holes in the hood. 'She should go were all dirty things go, into the laundry basket.' said Britany. 'Yes, great idea, tie her feet together.' said Emily. I never had time and because of the hood the ability to complain as they pushed me to the floor and using duct tape secured my ankles together. I was made to crawl into the laundry room were Kylie and her sister removed all the washing from the plastic laundry box. With ease I was lifted and put into the box and then the dirty washing was replaced, forced in on top of me before the lid was shut and the catch clicked into place. 'She might suffocate.' I heard one voice say. 'No she won't there are louvers on the side, she will have plenty of air, it may be really smelly, but she will be able to breathe.' Laughter followed this and then a voice that I think was Kylie said, 'It must be so humiliating for him, an adult being made to dress and act like a little girl.' Another voice joined in and said, 'Imagine what it must feel like to a grown up and have a group of kids make you wear a nappy and eat their spat out food and have a boy in a dress piss on you.' Loud laughter followed this. Another voice this time easily identifiable as Emily spoke out, 'Well he had better get used to it, I have no intentions of letting him enjoy life again, he is going to remain a bossed around little girl, I want him to think that someone pissing in his mouth is good in comparison to what he normally gets, anyway Martina you have to get changed back into your boy clothes and go home to your dad.' I heard him complain saying that he wanted to stay. He said that he would think up more horrible things to do to the sissy if they let him stay. Emily replied by saying that there was going to be plenty of time for him to do that. Any one would think that you like dressing as a girl' she said. He replied but it was low and I couldn't hear it. 'Okay Martina you can keep your panties on under your jeans.' there was laughter and then I heard the door shut. I was lying on my side, my knees up at my chest. The washing that had been crammed into the laundry box was packed all around me. Movement was not possible. I felt so desperate. The news that Marie and her girls were moving in seemed to affect all of the inhabitants of the house. Martin or Martina and he now seemed to like being called was determined to impress the girls and show that he could be an asset to them. Emily was happy to take part in any activity that could be seen as humiliating to her hated step daddy, her comments earlier were meant to be heard by me. She knew that there was nothing I could do and had to accept anything that she wanted. I was left in the laundry box all night. I got cramp in my legs but was unable to move to relieve it. The night past slowly and when the morning came and they released the lid and I was pulled out of the box. Still bound in the sleep suit I was ordered to crawl into the lounge. Maggie and Marie were seated there, the girls sat and they all looked down at me. I could tell that there was an air of excitement about them. 'Lucy we are going on holiday, we booked it on the Internet last night, 4 weeks in the Caribbean for the five of us.' I looked up at them through the slits in the hood, there joyous faces plain to see. It was Maggie that had spoken and she continued, 'we go tomorrow so we have had to arrange for a baby sitter for you and Sadie and some friends of hers has agreed to look after you.' Even though trapped in the heat of the sleep suit I shivered as I heard what she said. Emily chimed in and said, 'Mum you haven't told him about his special treat yet.' The laughter in her voice telling me that the treat would not be pleasant for me. 'Oh yes, how could I forget that,' she said in mocking tones, 'as Emily has made such a convincing job on making you into a girl we've decided to finish the job off properly, Sadie's friends are doctors and they are going to cut off your little willy and fashion a nice little slit between your legs so that by the time that we get back you will be physically a complete little girl.' My head span as I heard this, the laughter that filled the room so loud, with Marie's appearing the loudest, her raucous cackle so moronic as she laughed and pointed at me, her delight clearly displayed. The noise died down and Maggie continued 'Sadie will collect you this afternoon and by this time tomorrow the last male part of you will be in a dustbin, you will be bandaged but once your surgery has healed no one will ever know that you were once a man, your body will be completely female.' My eyes filled with tears clouding my view of them. I wanted to plead but knew that would be futile, to them I was no more than a toy to be played with, my body to be altered permanently for their amusement. As they jetted off I would be under some dodgy surgeons knife, the remainder of my original gender being removed and then female genitalia formed. I could hear Emily's voice. She was delighted at the holiday she was going to have. My eyes cleared and I saw her approach. She knelt down beside me, the smirk on her face making me want to be sick. The noise in the room was still loud and she bent close to me so that I could hear her. 'Well thank you step daddy for the holiday because after all it was your money originally that is paying for it, but the cost of your little operation is not cheap either.' she laughed and then continued. 'How funny to think that really you are paying to have your thing cut off and have it replaced with a girly slit, and when we get back I am going to have such fun with you as a real girl. Its your birthday next month, you will be 23 but everyone will think that you are about 10 years old even when you are naked, won't that be funny.' She stood and stepped backward still looking at me the smug look of the victor on her face. She turned and spoke with Britany, her conversation about something else, her thoughts of her soon to be fully feminised step daddy slipping to the back of her mind. They left me in the sleep suit and Pop Hood and I lay on the floor helpless waiting for the cruel fate that the arrival of Sadie would bring. She arrived sometime after 4.00pm and she assisted by Maggie loaded me into the back of her car. The girls waved sarcastically as I lay in the boot wishing me a pleasant holiday. Sadie slammed the lid shut. She spoke to Maggie, Marie and the girls for a while and then got in the car. The engine started and the car moved. 'Enjoy yourself Lucy.' I heard. It was the voice of Emily that said the last farewell. The car journey was not long and the engine being turned off and then the sound of the door opening and shutting signalled Sadie exiting the car. I waited for the boot to be opened. It was several minutes later that I blinked at the light that hit me as the boot swung open. Sadie was there with two other women. 'So this is sissy Lucy.' said one of them. 'We have heard so much about you,' she continued. I was lifted from the car and carried into a large building. It was a detached house that appeared to be in its own grounds. Although I wanted to resist, wanted to try and escape I knew that was not possible at the moment. Down through a long hallway I was carried and then down some stairs into a cellar area. I could see that there were many rooms in the basement of the building. The walls were painted white. A door was opened and I was taken into a room. It was like any hospital room that you see. A large bed with a stand beside it that in a normal establishment would house the patient's belongings and on top would sit flowers brought in by visitors. This stand was bare and would remain that way, as I could not envisage any visitors coming to me. Sadie had not followed the two women down to the basement and she was no were to be seen. I was sat on the bed whilst the women donned large rubber aprons and then latex gloves. They came to me and firstly the Pop Hood and then the sleep suit were removed. Both women were in their thirties, of large build and looked as if they were sisters. The plastic pants and nappy were taken off me and then I was taken into a room of the bedroom and put in a bath and thoroughly washed. They said little and what they did say was about me and not to me. 'The pills worked well on his shape' said one. 'Yes the hips, waist and breasts have look like he was born with them.' I listened passively as they washed and then dried me. Taken back into the other room I was laid on the bed. Using straps my wrists and ankles were secured to the metal posts at the head and bottom of the bed. One of the women wheeled in a trolley, and the other took a pair of what looked like cutters from it. I gasped and struggled against the bonds. She slapped my face, the sting from her rubber-gloved hand hurting and I lay still, my breathing fast, sweat braking out on my brow. She used the cutters to remove the rubber pants that had held my penis tightly between my legs since Maggie had incarcerated me in them. It was strange to feel air to my parts. I lifted my head and looked down at what had been my penis, I gasped. The time it had been tightly encased in the tube within the rubber pants it had shrunk and now was no wider or longer than a woman's little finger. As I looked and tried to come to terms with this a needle was pushed into my arm and then a drip attached to it. I started to feel light headed and the women's features started to change. They took on the form of devils, looking so evil. One of them spoke, I could not tell which, as their faces seemed to move and distort, 'You will soon go to sleep and when you wake up you will be a complete little girl, that disgusting thing between your legs will be gone.' My eyes started to close. I tried to fight it but could not prevent sleep closing my brain down to the outside world. Enforced darkness overtook me. How long I was unconscious for I do not know but I seemed to be drifting in and out, feeling pain and discomfort. I felt padding between my legs but knew that it was not a nappy. I had a mask on my face but it only covered my nose and mouth and tasted sweet when I breathed instead of the acrid taste I was used to. I awoke, I looked around seeing unfamiliar surroundings. The room was bathed in sunlight. I lifted my head and looked around. I was in a single bed in what was obviously a girl's room. The d?cor was that of pinks and lilacs, and lacy curtains. I lay back down again starting to remember what had happened. My Penis, they were going to remove my penis I thought. Both my hands were below the covers and I wanted to feel between my legs, wanted to feel my male growth there and find out that I had been through a terrible dream. For maybe five minutes I lay there not daring to explore the area that had been threatened. Eventually I succumbed and slowly my left hand moved to between my legs. I was wearing underwear and my fingers ran over it, my mind waiting, expecting the senses in those fingertips to relay back that all was well. But my fingers did not report back the feel of the male lump in my pants, it said female flatness in my panties. Slowly I slipped my hand under the waistband of my underwear and down between my legs. My fingers felt the truth, my mind mourned the reality, I had been given me female sex organs. For so long my penis had been trapped in the rubber pants that it should not have really mattered, but it did. I was now irreversibly female, a male, and an adult male at that, now trapped in a body of a female child. My mind went to Emily, it was her that had made this happen to me. It was her that had convinced her mother that it would be 'fun' to make nasty step daddy into a little girl. But her wish had come true. Now step daddy was her little sister that she could bully and humiliate as she wanted. I remembered her words regarding their holiday and my operation. I indirectly was paying for them both. The money that had been mine had paid to mutilate my body. I sobbed and drifted off into a dreamy sleep that was neither good nor bad. 'Come on sleepy head, time to get up.' I heard. My eyes opened and the sunlight still filled the room. I saw Sadie looking down at me. Her look was not friendly or unfriendly, just a look that said, I'm looking after you and don't want any fuss. She pulled back the covers. I was dressed in a pink nightie that had risen up and exposed my pink panties. I move and turned so that my legs were over the side of the bed. 'Come on Lucy into the bath, I haven't got all day.' I followed her into the bathroom, my steps unsteady after being bedridden for so long. I pulled my nighty over my head and lowered my panties. What my fingers had signalled to my brain was true. No longer rubber pants restraining my penis, but flesh that had been moulded into girl bits. I sat in the bath and washed. Sadie left me and with my legs bent I lent forward looking down between my legs. The female slit was there but very few signs of surgery, just a little redness were I imagined stitches would have been. 'So do you like you new self.' said Sadie as she returned to the bathroom unheard by me, surprising me and making me jump. She laughed and handed me a towel. I stood in the water and dried off my top before stepping out onto the bathmat and drying my legs. Naked I followed her back into the room that I had awoken in. The mirror on the wardrobe was full length and the reflection that returned to my eyes was incredible. Now there could be no chance of me being mistaken for a male. Sadie saw me looking and laughed, 'A real good job has been done on you.' She handed me a pair of white panties and a tee shirt. I put them on. From the wardrobe she pulled a denim mini skirt. I stood into it and zipped it up. White ankle socks and black elasticated gym shoes finished off. I stood looking in the mirror as she brushed my hair unable to believe what I was seeing. 'Maggie and the rest of them are due back the day after tomorrow and I will be looking after you until then.' Sadie said. I looked at her face in the mirror. I had been unconscious for nearly a month. 'You will be coming with me and having some photographs taken and I expect you to behave and be a good girl, do you understand.' I nodded knowing that it was pointless trying to anything other than what she wanted. 'You are to do as you are told without question.' Again I nodded wondering what kind of pictures were going to be taken. She drove me into the real seedy part of town and then took me to a large old terraced house. The door was answered by a man in his thirties and he invited us in. 'Oh you were right Sadie, she is a really pretty little thing, just right for what I have in mind.' He led the way and I followed with Sadie bringing up the rear. 'The studio is in the basement.' he said as he opened a door off the hallway and turned on a light. He was losing his hair and had a slim figure and reminded me of the typical landlord played in TV crime movies. At the bottom of the stairs was a hallway that ran from the front of the house to the back. Sadie then stunned me when she said, 'I haven't really got time for this, she can stay with you, what time shall I collect her.' My mouth dropped open and I looked at her and then him. He grinned a sickly smile that made me shiver. 'How about 5.00pm, I should be done by then.' I started to protest but the man grabbed me by the hair and said, 'Don't pretend to be an innocent little girl, I know that you are really a man that likes to dress up and has now had his body changed.' I yelped as he tugged hard on my locks. I looked towards Sadie and she just smiled. She watched as he pulled me by my hair into one of the rooms and closed the door. He turned a key in the lock and then placed the key in his pocket. 'Now Lucy strip off or I will really hurt you.' My eyes filled with tears but I took off my clothes and then stood naked before him. For the first time I looked around the room. Several cameras were on tripod but the array of fetish clothing and racks with straps and chains on made me shiver. He leered as he looked at me and then pulled me to the centre of the room. He used a leather strap to bind my wrists in front of me and then attached to a rope that was looped over a hook secured to the ceiling. I was shivering as helplessly I watched he take the other end of the rope. 'No please don't.' I pleaded as he pulled the rope pulling my arms up and then lifting me from the floor. My wrists hurt as I watched him secure the rope. My feet were well off the floor. The man walked to the front of me, the smile on his face made me want to be sick. 'So you used to be Mark a 23 year old man but now you've decided to become Little Lucy and that's just perfect because I will make a fortune from the next few hours.' I tried to talk to him but he pushed his right hand against my stomach, not hitting me but making me swing back and forth and increasing the hurt on my wrists. 'Firstly we will take some bondage shots and then you can dress up in various outfits.' He laughed, 'and what makes it so perfect is that this is totally legal, you are actually 23 years old.' He moved one of the cameras and took pictures of me swinging by my wrists. Then he fitted a spreader bar to my ankles before taking more and more intimate picture. 'You are going to be real famous, and I am going to be really rich.' he said smugly. He was lying on the floor under me, camera in his hands taking photographs. I hurt but he didn't seem to care. I was getting angry, an emotion that had been lost to me for so long. I needed to pee and I looked down at him laying there right in line. I managed a smile and then released a steam of pee over him and his camera. 'You little bitch!' he screamed as he scrambled out from under me. He went to hit me but saw the smile on my face. I felt for the first time in ages I had stood up for myself and not feared the consequences. He looked like thunder but seemed to be phased by the fact that I was smiling, not concerned about his raised fist. 'Why did you do that?' he said looking almost pitiful as my pee dripped down his face. 'Because you are a pig to treat me like this, how would you like to be tied up and treated like shit.' What I said must have sounded really strange in my little girl voice. He lowered his head and spoke softly, 'I'm sorry, what can I do to make it up to you.' 'You can let me down and undo my wrists to start.' I said my confidence starting to flow. He went to the rope and loosened it letting me gently drop to my feet. Quickly he undid my wrists and removed the leg spreaders and then stood head bowed like a naughty boy. I rubbed my hands and fingers to bring feeling back into them. He raised his eyes and looked at me. I stared at him until again he dropped his gaze to the floor. I looked around the room and at all the things that were displayed. Leather, rubber and PVC clothing, chains, ropes and straps all of which I think he had intended to use on me. What had suddenly made him act in a different manner? The sound of his voice made me look at him. 'Do you think I am bad and should be punished, maybe you should call the police, they have been after me for ages, with your evidence they could lock me up for years.' I nearly felt sorry for him but after what I had been through maybe this guy was going to be the one that started my rehabilitation. 'No I don't need the police, now get on your knees.' He looked at me shocked at the way that I spoke to him. For a moment I thought that I had gone too far but after a short hesitation he dropped to his knees. 'So you like tying people up.' I said to him as I stood over his kneeling body. He nodded. I smiled and walked over to a unit that stood by the far wall. I picked up a pair of handcuffs and returned to him with them, the jangle of the metal drawing his attention. 'Put your hands behind you.' I demanded as fiercely as my voice would permit. I walked behind him and locked the cuffs on him and then pushed him forward onto the floor. He turned so that he was on his back. I picked up the leg spreaders that only minutes ago were attached to my ankles and secured them to his. He was now helpless. 'So how does it feel to be at the mercy of a little girl?' I said. I stood between his legs smiling down at him. Sweat had formed on his brow. I moved my right foot so that it sat gently on his crotch. He tried to move back but the combination of the handcuffs and the spreader prevented him moving. I increased my weight, he gasped and then pleaded with me not to. My smile widened as I increased the pressure. My foot was still bare and I could feel his penis through his trousers, it was getting hard, he liked this. 'So you like the idea of having me in charge of you.' Although not smiling he nodded. I relieved the pressure from his crotch and moved my foot to his face. 'Kiss my foot.' I ordered. Without hesitation his lips caressed my foot. I looked down at him and how I wished it were Emily laying there on the floor helpless. I closed my eyes and imagined how I would enjoy having her at my mercy. The only way that would happen would be if I could get some dirt on Maggie or maybe Marie. I smiled as I thought. I sat on his chest my legs either side of his head. 'So you like this do you worm, maybe we can come to an arrangement.' He nodded frantically and at that moment in time would have done anything for me I was sure. I asked him his name, he told me it was Luke. I asked him about the photographs that he had proposed to take. He told me that they would be worth a fortune. I thought this over and stood up and released his ankles and then undid the handcuffs. I told him that he was going to take as many pictures of me that he felt were necessary but I was going to wear a mask, I did not intend to have my face plastered all over porn magazines. He agreed. For the next couple of hours he took pictures of me bound naked in various positions and then wearing fetish clothing. Some of the poses were submissive and others were dominant. I could see by the bulge in his trousers that he loved the ones were I stood dominant, dressed in either leather, rubber or PVC. The money that was gained from the sale of the photographs would be used to finance my revenge on the women that had taken everything from me, even my gender and left me with this girl body. For the first time in ages I felt that I could possibly get out of the trap that Maggie had snared me in. When we had completed the photo set he was happy to sit at my feet. I was still attired in the last outfit. A short PVC dress and thigh length PVC boots with high heel that made me wobble as I walked in them. As Maggie had me trapped I now had Luke under my control. I told him that he was to investigate my wife and her sister and find anything that I could use against them. He nodded obediently. I ordered him to lick the boots I was wearing. I sat watching him, his tongue running up and down the shiny material, his hand rubbing the bulge in his trousers. He was really hard, but what surprised me was that I could feel a stirring between my legs unlike any thing that I had experienced before. As he licked up my thigh boot to the top I pulled his head so that his tongue touched my inner thigh. Up further I guided his head until his flicking tongue touched the surgery formed slit that now formed my sex organs. I gasped and then shuddered as his tongue licked and then his lips sucked. Within moments I orgasmed, gripping his head holding him between my legs. I lost count of the times that I came but eventually pushed him away, sated like never before. I told him to relieve himself. He unzipped his trousers and released his throbbing penis. His hand rubbed and within seconds he spurted groaning as he did. He sat back and looked at me pleading with me to make him my slave forever. I smiled at him and said that if he got the information that I needed I would grant his wish. I knew that he would find out what was needed. He remained kneeling as I dressed in the clothes that I had arrived in. Sadie was due soon and I told him that he was to say nothing to her. It was agreed that in a week's time he would contact Sadie requesting that he wanted to take more pictures. I knew that she and Maggie would agree, the latter happily thinking that this was another humiliating task for me. I hoped and prayed that he would be able to gather evidence that I could use to extricate myself from the slavery that had overtaken my existence. On Sadie's arrival Luke assumed the air of dominance again, but it was an act that he played well. He offered her a drink, which she accepted. I made it for them at his instruction. They sat talking and she told him what Maggie and the rest were putting me through. I could see that he was shocked and I was concerned that he would say something. Before we left Sadie used the toilet and left Luke and I alone for a short while. 'How can you put up with that, stay here with me.' he said a worried look on his face. 'No, I must go back but now you can see why I need you to get the information on Maggie, I can never be free until I have beaten them.' He looked worried and then said, 'I will always be waiting for you Mistress, I am now your slave.' I looked at him and smiled and then restated the need for him to get the information. He nodded and swore that he would get the necessary evidence that I needed. He said that he would market the pictures and was sure that they would make more than enough to allow him to pay bribes if necessary. Sadie entered the room as he finished speaking unaware of the work that he would undertake, unaware that he was now my slave. We left the house, Luke stood in the door way as we drove away. On arrival back at Sadie's house she fed me and told me to go to bed. I did as I was told knowing that tomorrow I would be back with the family from hell. After breakfast Sadie took me on the short drive back to my old house. The sound of the doorbell ringing, echoing through the house made me shiver. As the door opened I saw Emily with Kylie and Britany standing behind her, all of them had suntans that did justice to the Caribbean sun. They greeted Sadie and asked her if the work had been done on me. She nodded and said yes. The girls laughed and clapped their hands, and with a wide grin on her face Emily ordered me into the lounge. Maggie and Marie sat there also well tanned, looking fit and well. I was told to strip naked in front of them. Sadie joined the two women on the settee whilst the girls stood watching me as I slowly removed my clothes. Shoes, dress, tights and finally my panties lay on the floor as they gathered around me. They giggled as they looked closely at the female slit that had replaced my male organ. They joined hands and danced around me chanting in a singsong fashion, 'Now you're a girl, now you're a girl.' My eyes misted over with tears as I listened to them taunting me, their smiling faces and voices displaying the delight they felt. They stopped and Emily stood before me looking down at my crotch. 'Well I don't think that I will be calling you step daddy any more, you are now a complete little girl.' she said laughing. Maggie and Marie came closer and I could see the smiles on their faces. 'Everyone will think that you have always been female, no one would believe that you were ever a man.' said the woman that I had married but was now a stranger to me. The two women returned to their seats and Maggie made an announcement. 'As Lucy is now completely a little girl it is only right that she be treated the same as any child of her age, she must go to school, she starts on Monday the first day of term at the same school that her big sister and cousins goes to.' My mouth dropped open as she said this. I heard the giggling of Emily, Kylie and Britany but it was in the background, not real as I tried to understand what she had said. My mind was in a spin as she continued, 'We will have to go tomorrow and get her a school uniform, gym kit and I think that she would love to join the ballet class so we will get her a pretty tutu.' I closed my eyes and prayed, prayed that Luke would be able to get the information that would enable me to escape from this hell. It was Monday and I knew that the chances of him achieving that by next Monday were small. Although I had been made to act like a little girl, been made to take part in the Carnival parade, go to the activity centre the thought of being made to go to school petrified me. Physically I was now the same as the girls that were now my peers but inside I was male, I was a man and having to act this part eight hours a day in public would be more than I could take. The following days went by slowly. I waited each time the phone rang, praying and hoping that it would be a call for me to go and have Luke take more pictures. Following the shopping trip on Tuesday where I was made to try on the uniform that would be my attire from 8.30am until 4.00pm from the following Monday should my attempt at freedom fail. We arrived home to find Martin waiting there. The girls invited him in and made me strip so that he could see the new me. Maggie and Marie went out again to see a movie at the cinema. I stood naked in front of them all, the smug look on Emily's face making me want to kill her as she smiled at the comments that Martin made. 'Wow...he really is a she now.' being one of them. Kylie asked him if he was wearing the panties that they had let him keep. He blushed and then nodded. 'Why don't you go and get dressed properly Martina.' said Britany. Although blushing bright red the boy nodded again eagerly and left the room, running up the stairs to my room to find a girly outfit to put on. I was allowed to get dressed again and stood quietly as the girls sat and talked. Martin reappeared dressed in Shane's sister's skirt, tights and boots. I gasped when I saw him. His hair was now a bit longer, below collar length and he had combed it into a pageboy style and that along with the way that he was dressed made him really look like a girl. His hair really looked feminine, something that his boy clothes had not shown in the way that he was now dressed. Emily and her cousins also seemed to be stunned into silence, and then Kylie spoke, 'Martina, you look so good, that outfit suits you so much, it makes you look...well so dominant, not slutty like Lucy, but like a little domitrix.' The boy smiled but was still blushing, not quite knowing how to react to the comments. 'Why don't you show Lucy how dominant you can be.' said Emily wanting to make sure that she made good use of this opportunity. Martin turned to me and said, 'Come here and kneel girl.' Raucous laughter filled the room at his comments. I walked to him and dropped down onto my knees knowing that I even had to obey him. He played up to the girls, 'You will call me Miss Martina, do you understand.' The girls fell about in fits of laughter as he said this. My lack of response made him repeat it and this time I replied. 'Yes Miss Martina.' Again laughter filled the room. He raised his right booted foot and placed it on my left shoulder. As I looked up at him I could see the crotch of the tights he was wearing and the large bulge that was there. This was really turning him on. 'Kiss my boot' Martina demanded. I turned my head slightly and my lips touched the plastic material. 'Sit down and make her lick your boots.' Emily said, a suggestion that he eagerly took up. Now seated in the armchair with me kneeling before him he told me to lick his boots. My head lowered and I started to run my tongue over the shiny material. As I did this I swore to myself that soon Emily would be the one kneeling and licking boots, she would be the one being humiliated, but at the moment it was me that was kneeling, head bowed, tongue cleaning the boots that had been worn by Shane's sister, myself and now Martin or Miss Martina as I was to call him. As the days passed and Monday approached I was becoming more concerned when the call from Luke did not arrive. Could I have miss judged him and he was not really going to find a way out of this for me. Each time the phone rang or Sadie visited I prayed that the new of another photo session would be announced. The weekend flew by and I awoke on Monday morning to the sounds of Emily and her cousins telling me to get up and get ready for school. I went to the bathroom and did the usual things there before returning to my room and donning the girl's school uniform that Maggie was waiting to see me wear as I walked through the school gates. I ate a few mouthfuls of cereal, my appetite was low, the fear in my stomach high as the time approached for my ex wife to drive her daughter, nieces and her ex husband to school. I sat in the car my mind spinning. The noise from the others faded into the background as I looked down at my uniform knowing that in a short while I would be seated at a desk with others that were of age group that my manufactured body said that I was. Of all the sick humiliations that I had endured over the last few months this was the worst. It seemed to signal an end to any possibility of resuming a life that I wanted. In a rare moment alone with Maggie over the weekend I had pleaded with her not to send me to school. She had just laughed and said that I would get used to it, I would have to get used to it, as I had no other option. She said in no uncertain terms that my life was now not mine and she would make any decisions with Emily and those decisions would be made mainly for their amusement. The car stopped. I was to be dropped off first. Thankfully Emily, Kylie and Britany were to the upper school, I was in the lower. I swallowed deeply and got out of the car. I tried to blank out any remarks made by them and walked to through the high wrought iron gates and into the playground. I looked around, the car was gone and I was alone in this alien place. It felt like I was being sent to prison. I had served my sentence as a boy, doing the lessons that were the mandatory part of growing up. Now I had been sentenced again but this time not as a boy but as one of those horrible little girls. Walking through the playground I felt like an impostor, but the shape they had made me, the voice that I spoke with, and the clothes that I was wearing meant that everyone accepted that I was the same as the girls that were playing hopscotch or standing around discussing girly things. The day past so slowly with the school procedures and lessons so hard for me to adapt to. A few months ago I would have walked pass this establishment with little thought other than the noisy brats were to be the next generation of doctors, policemen and women maybe even politicians, good help us. Now any adult walking by would see me as just another of those kids. At last the final bell sounded and I left the classroom with the group of girls that had seemed to adopt me into their group. It had been so hard during break times trying to keep up the pretence of really being one of them and understanding everything that they said. I waited by the gate and was relieved to see Maggie approaching in the car. She was smiling broadly as I got into the car. I sat in the rear in silence as she drove to collect her daughter and the others from the upper school. I felt so tired and tried to ignore the constant questions that they put to me once Emily and her cousins were in the car. We arrived home and I was sent to change from my school uniform. As I walked up the stairs Marie called Maggie saying that Sadie had called and that I was wanted for more photographs. I waited at the top of the stairs as the conversation between them said that it would be Saturday before I could go. My heart sunk slightly as I thought of 4 more days of school but then I thought that I was at least closer to having my revenge on my tormentors. The days at school seemed so long but in some ways they were enjoyable and a relief from the constant abuse and bullying that the girls, Martin and when he was there Shane put me through each night. Martin came over each night when he could make it, and I would end up in a nappy and the sleep suit, being fed anything that they could spit onto my plate, kissing feet, having my face sat on and sucking Shane's penis. Martin would sleep in my bed dressed in a nighty. My head would be between his legs, licking his 'ass pussy' as he called it or sucking his cock. Saturday morning came and I was up early and dressed. I ate breakfast and was waiting to be collected. Martina was also there he was dressed in his dom outfit as he called it, in other words Shane's sister's old clothes. Emily came downstairs and saw us. She knew that I was going to the photo session. She decided that Martina and I should change clothes. She knew that he had worn them and his underwear at every opportunity over the last week. We both stripped off, and he donned the clothing that I had been wearing whilst I dressed in the tee shirt, plastic skirt, panties, fishnet tights and boots that he had taken off. The panties and tights were less than clean and Emily laughed as she watched me put them. The doorbell rang, and I answered the door. For once I was pleased to see Sadie standing there. After saying hello to Emily she led me to the car. I was on my way to hopefully the beginning of the end of my nightmare. End of part 13