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Note from the author: Please do not read this if you are under the age of 21. This story contains some sex scenes (and some with under age children) and is not suitable for under age reading. All characters are fictional and bear no resemblance to real life people. Enjoy. THE GIFT By Jane Astin CHAPTER ONE The morning began as normal. A bowl of cereal served with a cup of coffee black by my lovely wife Jan. I glanced up from reading my paper and smiled. Across from me in his chair sat our three year old son Michael. Her daughter who never had breakfast had left half an hour before for her violin lesson. What a perfect family I have I thought to myself. "What are you up to today baby?" I asked fondly. "Nothing much really honey," she replied. "I need to get some more groceries and later on I will take Michael to the doctor for a check up." I smiled at her. When I had finished breakfast I rose, kissed them both goodbye and got into my car. A Porsche 911 Carrerra. Twin air bags, 18 inch alloys, sheer joy to drive. Driving for about 45 minutes I arrived at my office in West London. My secretary greeted me and quickly brought me my customary morning coffee. When she left I sat in my chair and analysed the forecast in front of me. I looked deep into the paper in front of me and saw. The company I had in front of me was a winner. I quickly got on the phone and advised my broker to buy 1 million shares and to put the word out on my tip. I sat back and watched the news. To all reading this my name is Mark Lampton one of the richest men in the world. I got rich buying and selling shares on the stock markets around the world. I am known as the luckiest man alive as I have never picked a bad stock. Whatever I buy turns to gold. Whatever I touch turns to gold. Let me tell you how. It's simple really and you will laugh. I see it happening. I just concentrate and I see pounds flowing into the company. It isn't just with money that I see things. Sometimes I look at people and I know that they will go home find their wife has left them or has cheated on them and I am always right. That's why I feel so lucky. My wife is perfect. But I am drifting, back to work. I sat back in my chair and concentrated some more. I saw a fire. Children upstairs. My God they were going to die. I saw the house number. I grabbed the phone, called my friend in the police department who thanked me. The children would now be okay. I sat back and did some more concentrating. You may think that with my powers, some one would suspect or that I should treated as some sort of god, or superhero. Well so far the only person that knows is my cop friend Nick. Me and him go back a long way and besides who would believe him anyway. As for being a hero, I just do what I can. I work from 8 to 8 six days a week trying to do my bit for society. Oh yes and making lots of money. Back to work. I finished up at the office about 8 and drive for home. There will be an accident in 20 minutes that will delay me (no one gets hurt) so I took a side road home. Arriving home 50 minutes later I was greeted by a friendly smile by my wife and her daughter Charlotte. Dinner was ready and we all sat together and chatted for a while. Charlotte then played her violin to us and then announced that she had got an A in English. I was very proud. Charlotte never failed to please. Jan soon put the children to bed leaving just the two of us. We snuggled in front of the fire and made hot passionate love all night. I woke up the next day and felt invigorated. Jan was a little tired but that was expected. We rose, had breakfast and another wonderful day began. Later in the afternoon I sensed great news. I waited five minutes before the phone rang. I answered trying to hide my excitement. We were having another baby. I cried with joy and drove home to be with my wife. The next few months went well though I seemed to be finding it hard to concentrate. Then the unbelievable happened. I picked a bad stock. My broker told me not to worry everyone had done that. I couldn't believe it but I put it down to the weather. The next day the same thing happened. I was 10 million worse as of now. This kept on happening for a week until all of a sudden whatever share I bought went down on the knowledge that I had bought them. My broker advised me to go home and get some rest. I left the office in a state of despair. I arrived home early in the afternoon and to my surprise I found my wife with some other females I had never met sitting and fussing around a child who sat dolllike on a stool. She was dressed like an adult with a small black dress, black tights and a small pair of 2 inch heels. She was made up like an adult and her nails were painted a bright red. She seemed to be in a trance. I looked closer and to my horror I realised it was my son. "Jan what the bloody hell is going on here?" I shouted. "Baby calm down, we have guests. Come in here and I will tell you." I walked in to the room. My son sat there motionless with a smile on his painted face. I looked round. I didn't see the base ball bat aimed at my head. I fell to the floor unconscious. I awoke in a pool of blood. My hands and face were covered in blood. My face was badly scratched and felt sore. I looked around for my wife and children but no one was in sight. I heard the siren of a police car outside, following by a voice speaking through a large speaker. "Come out with your hands up," said the voice. I walked slowly outside with my hands in the air. My hands were cuffed and I was taken to the police station. To my relief I was met by my friend Nick. "What happened?" he asked. I retold him what I had seen and what had happened. A worried look on his face gave away what he was thinking. I looked at him and asked him to tell me what was going on. "Well Mark," he said slowly. "My boss wants you tried for the murder of your wife and children. The neighbours called and heard you all arguing and several people came in from the street and volunteered the same information. Also the major has called and he wants your arse for this. Some high up people don't like you very much. Mark is there something else you want to tell me?" "Nick," I sobbed. I am telling you the truth. I don't know what to do." He put his arm on my shoulder for comfort. After a while I was led to my cell were I was to spend the night. I woke the next day hoping it was just a dream but to my dismay it was all happening. I was rushed to court, went through a short hearing and before I knew it I was sent to jail awaiting trial. Jail wasn't so bad. I found my days spent doing my daily chores and then playing cards with the lads. Until they realised I couldn't lose that was. I soon found my powers of prediction had returned and used them to kick butt at cards. Soon my trial came but I already knew the result. Guilty. I was to get 50 years. I accepted my fate because I sensed that sooner or later I would get out. I thus set about my daily work with a hardness I had never known. I was very popular inside because I was able to tell my inmates what football matches to bet on. All in all we became the richest prisoners in history. Even the prison staff was in on it, helping us place bets and taking a cut. The prisons were soon fitted with new furniture, state of the art computers, swimming pools, gymnasium. We were even able to employ people to do our work. Prison became more like a social club with people clammering to get in. But one day my time there came to and end. I was woken in my sleep by someone disguised as one of the guards. I was expecting her. She came into my cell gently woke me up and we walked out of the prison without any resistance. I knew however that I was leaving one prison for another. We walked into a small white van where I was handcuffed and blind folded by two young women. In there eyes I saw the face of my enemy and prepared myself. We drove for one hour twenty seven minutes and ten seconds, heading south southwest. I knew exactly where we were. I laughed. I could see the girls giving me strange looks. What's so funny they were thinking. We arrived at the big house I wasn't supposed to see but could see clearly as the sky and I was loaded off and led in. My clothes were stripped from me and I was made to sit in a chair. My blindfold was then removed. In the room I saw a beautiful woman. She had long dark hair with bright blue eyes. Her beauty was somehow enhanced by her hate filled eyes. She looked at me as if I was some kind of insect. She spoke. "Let me introduce myself." I cut in. "Hello miss Amanda Guise," I said. I had never met her before but I knew who she was. "Impressive," she replied. "But you don't know why you are here." I shrugged. It was irrelevant. She continued. "Well let me enlighten you. You are here to serve me. I have noticed your ability and I want to use it. You will help me reach my goals." "I know you have my family," I answered coolly. "However I also know that by agreeing to your demands you could cause more havoc than you have already." Amanda just laughed at me. "Bring Michelle in," she ordered one of the girls. A young teenage girl barely clothed immediately walked out of the room. About a minute later she returned with a smaller girl about 6 or 7. The child was also barely dressed wearing nothing but a purple skirt that was more like a belt and a thin white top. She wore heavy make up and resembled a small doll. She was perched on high three inch pumps. "Lick my feet," said Amanda to the child. The girl immediately fell to her knees and began to lick the boots of Amanda. It was then that I noticed. The child was no girl at all, but was male. I was shocked. Amanda noticed and ordered him to stop and remain crouched at her feet. Stoking the boy's long fair hair she glared at me and spoke. "Mark, this is or should I say was your son. This being that you see before you now is my slave. SHE obeys my every command and I quite enjoy playing with her. However I have yet to enjoy the power I have over her. Look to her future Mark and you will see what I have planned for her." I looked down at what was my son. I saw hatred and anger in store. I saw Amanda constantly twisting and shaping her over and over until all that was left was a doll moulded in the image of Amanda. I shivered when I saw this and felt like throwing up. Amanda then motioned for my wife Jan and her daughter to be brought to me. When I saw Jan my heart leapt. She was tied up just like her daughter and gave me a sorry look. I nodded back that everything was okay. Amanda then spoke. "Well Mark you may be wondering what happened all those years ago. You see I have wifey here under deep hypnosis. Setting you up was quite easy. All I had to do was bash her over the head then wipe her blood over you." She continued on. "You have a choice Mark. I am not interested in them. It's you I want. Take your son's place and I will release them. Fail to do so and... well you know the rest." "How do I know I can trust you? It seems you are holding all the cards," I replied. "You are right," she answered, "I am holding all the cards. However I give you my word. I will release them from here." I had no choice but to agree to her demands. Not wasting any time I was led by the hand by a small girl up several flights of stairs to a large bedroom. In the corner of the room was a large incubator made of glass. I was told to lie inside the incubator and this I did. I waited for some time looking up at the ceiling until I saw Amanda looking over me. "We are ready," she told me. "Make no attempt to fight the machine. If you do at any time then the deal is off. Is that understood?" I nodded in agreement. The glass lid of the machine was closed on me and the machine started to hum and vibrate. A jolt of electricity runs through my head and I lose consciousness. CHAPTER TWO I wake up and look around me. I am lying on a large bed naked. A woman is staring at me smiling. "Morning Emily," she tells me. I say morning back to her. She tells me she is my mummy and I must call her mummy and say yes mummy after everything she tells me. She prods me to say it now and I do. She then lifts me out of the bed and carries me to a large bath tub in an adjoining room. She gently lays me in the tub containing warm scented water. She then climbs in the bath tub with me and lathering her hands with a soft sweet perfuming liquid she tells me is shampoo she begins to rub it in my long hair. She runs her hands through my hair and then washed the shampoo out. She then rubs another liquid over my body and face. Coming to my special bits she calls them she rubs softly on the edge with her finger and blows. It makes me feel all tingly inside. Mummy then washes her hair and rubs herself until we are both soapy. Looking at me she smiles and points to her body and then mine. "See here," she says pointing to her special bits, "that is your fanny. You must let only me touch it until I tell you otherwise. These are my breasts. One day you will have breasts too like mummy. You hair is long and blonde like mine. Your nails will grow and be long like mine. You are my little girl. Does that make you happy?" I nodded. For some reason I felt happy to be her little girl. She then washes me off and carries me out of the bath and lays me on a large towel on my bed. She rubs a white powder called talcum powder over me and then carries me and sits me on to a chair by a large table with a mirror by it. She called it my vanity table and on the table are various bottles with liquids of different colours. I sat on the chair naked with my feet dangling in the air. Mummy brings another chair and sits next to me. She takes my feet into her lap and then takes a bottle of a red liquid. "This is your nail polish," says mummy. "Your hands and toes must be painted at all times. You like to wear nail polish." I smile as she carefully paints my nails a bright red. She then paints hers the same colour. Mummy then takes my little hands and spreads them out on her bare knees. She proceeds to paint them the same colour and does the same to her own. "We have to let them dry," she tells me. "Look how good they look. Tell me Emily are you a girl or a boy?" "I am a girl mummy," I answer eagerly. "We hate boys don't we?" she asks. "Yes mummy," I reply. When the nails had dried she applied another coat, waited a few minutes and applied a third coat. When they had dried she took out a small brush and painted my lips the same colour. She then applied some other thing to my eyes and something called blush to my face. When done mummy put on me a device called a waist clincher. It was black in colour and went around my waist. Mummy tightened it up very tight and showed me myself in the mirror. My tummy and waist were forced in by a lot giving me the look of large hips. Mummy said that I will wear this all the time and she will tighten it some more soon. She smiled as she told me I will have the perfect shape. She then took me by the hand and showed me my wardrobe. Inside were hundreds of clothes all for me she told me. She selected a small purple dress and had me step into it. The dress fell to just above my knees, had no sleeves but was tied around the back... "Some girls wear panties but we don't. Panties and bras are the work of men and you must never wear them. Sometimes I will let you wear hose and you shall today." Mummy took a pair of black soft tights and made me step into them before she rolled them up my feet. They felt good against my skin. Mummy went to her wardrobe next to mine and picked out a matching dress and hose. "Now for the finishing touch. Your shoes," she told me. "Soon you will wear higher and higher heels. I will start you off lightly with these three inch pumps." Mummy pulled out a pair of black shoes which had an open toe and a very sharp heel. She placed my feet inside and held me so I wouldn't fall. My feet felt funny but mummy assured me that all girls must do this. "We will walk now. Walk with your hips and make your bum sway." Slowly I took my first steps. I wobbled a little but mummy held me close. Soon I had the hang of it and was able to walk on my own. Mummy had me walk up and down the room for what seemed a long time. She then told me to follow her into another room joining mine. "This is your class room where you will learn how to be a proper little girl. Sit here." I sat in a small chair at the front of the class. "Inside your brain I have inserted a little device. It monitors what you are thinking and sends the signal to this machine here. I have programmed the machine to allow you to have certain thoughts. If the thought you have don't match the machines a shock is sent to your brain. It will hurt baby but it is for the best. Listen to the tape I am about to play and think those thoughts. I will come back in 8 hours to collect you after school." Mummy kissed my forehead, smiled and walked away. The tape started playing. "Your name is Emily. You are a three year old girl. You are so happy to be a girl. You want to be like mummy and must do what mummy tells you. You must act and dress like mummy tells you at all times. You want to be a little girl and please mummy forever." I concentrated hard and listened to the tape. My head started to hurt and I wondered how I got here. Suddenly I felt a burst inside my head, like my head was about to explode. Tears streaked down my face but I bit my lip and diverted my attention to the tape. The voice made a lot of sense. I loved being mummies girl. I wanted to be like her and dress like her. It was hard not to think about other things though I thought. Suddenly another jolt which knocked me off my chair. I sat there doing my best to be a good girl for what seemed like forever. Ouch another jolt. Eventually mummy came and said my lessons had finished. She turned the machine off. I felt a little relieved. Bringing with her a small bowl with some salad she fed me my dinner telling me all little girls were allowed was salad. She gave me some milk too. When done she led me back to my room and undressed me, leaving just the waist clincher. My feet hurt and it felt good to be out of the shoes. When naked mummy brought me my nightie. It was a small black very thin piece of clothing made of silk she called it. Placing me inside it barely covered me. She then brought me something which she said would help my feet develop. They were a pair of large rubber shoes which were severely arched. She placed them on my feet as I lay on my back. My knees were forced up as my feet were placed on tip toe. My nightie fell on to my waist. Mummy said I would sleep like this with no covers. Mummy spoke to me softly as I closed my eyes and went to sleep. I dreamt about dolls and clothes and of mummy. In my dream I was the doll and mummy would dress me in all kinds of clothes. The next day mummy woke me and we went through the same routine as we did the night before. She undressed me and it felt good to be out of the waist clincher and those rubber shoes. We bathed for a long while together and she took great joy showing mine and her body. I marvelled at her wonderful body and wished mine would be like hers. I told her that and she smiled and told me that whilst she won't allow me to become a big girl, she would make sure I dressed like one and looked like one. I didn't know what that meant so I nodded my head. When bathed she applied my makeup and painted my nails red again. She dressed me this time in a peach dress, with clear stockings and peach shoes the same height as before. I practiced walking, making sure I walked with my hips and swayed my bum. This pleased mummy. Soon it was time for school and mummy left me again to learn my lessons. Today passed a little easier and my concentration was better. Still I had more than a few shocks. Mummy came and collected me and as before put me to bed in the rubber shoes. The next few days passed much the same as before except I was told that on Friday afternoon mummy would teach me ballet instead of my normal lessons. After a few hours of lessons she collected me and dressed me in a black dress which flared out and fell to just above my knees. On my feet she placed a pair of black pointy shoes which had an enormous heel. I was on tiptoe as she placed the shoes on me. Mummy held me so I wouldn't fall. With mummy's help we walked and practiced some dancing moves. She had me jump quite a few times which made the hem of my dress jump up revealing my naked body underneath. Landing was also hard and a few times I would have fallen had mummy not caught me. When ballet had finished mummy announced we would bathe again. In the bath mummy told me that all girls had desires which had to be satisfied. She placed my hand on her clitoris and asked me to rub slowly and put my fingers inside. Happy to please her I did this and she instructed me to keep them moving in and out. Mummy seemed very happy so I kept doing this. My fingers felt a liquid come out of mummy's hole and I kept on going until suddenly lots more came. Mummy groaned and then told me to stop. She smiled at me and told me I was a good girl. She then told me my desires would be satisfied now. Lifting me out of the bath she dried me off and laid me naked on the bed. She walked off for a minute and came back with a long and thin shaped object strapped to her waist. She flicked something on it and it began to vibrate. She told me to spread my legs and I did as she moved towards me. She came in between my knees and moved the object inside me. I felt pain like never before. Tears streaked down my eyes but mummy kissed me and stroked my hair. Mummy began to move the object in and out for some time. I started to feel good and gooey inside. My head spun and I felt a sudden burst of exhilaration. Mummy kept going and fluid began to spurt from inside me. I felt so good, oh so good. Mummy then stopped and kissed me. I felt very weak at that point so mummy carried me back into the bath and finished washing me. When she had finished I expected her to dress me for bed but she sat me at my dresser and began putting on my make up and redid my nails, this time choosing a darker red. When she had painted them and let them dry for a fifth time mummy announced that as it was Friday night we would go on a girls' night out. She selected a very small black dress for me to wear which fell to my thighs and black tights for my legs. She then let me wear a black pair of shoes she had shown me before. They were court shoes she said which basically meant they were closed at the front, and had a very high four inch heel and were very thin. Though it seemed funny being that high, and it hurt I was happy because it made me more a girl. Mummy also adjusted my waist clincher even tighter and I could hardly breathe or move. I didn't mind. Mummy told me I was her doll. When I was ready I looked a miniature version of mummy. She looked beautiful and I was glad I could be like her. "Now Emily you must behave for mummy," she told me. "You must not speak or look at anyone else but have your attention directed solely at me." "Yes mummy," I replied. Mummy took me by the hand and for the first time I walked through the other door. From what I could gather I was in a large house and high up as we descended several flights of stairs. At the bottom I saw several young girls and older women all dressed ready to go out. Mummy led me outside the big doors at the front and we walked for about 10 minutes down a path into a small entrance to what appeared to be a cave. I was very cold in the small dress but I didn't complain. I was happy mummy was taking me out. Inside the cave was a little warmer and was lit by candlelight. In the centre was a table with lots of candles around. To one side were two large thrones, one meant for an adult and one for a child. Mummy led us to the thrones and bade me to sit in the smaller one. This I did being careful to sit without showing my fanny to all underneath my small dress. Mummy showed me how to sit and told me to stay in that position all night unless she told me otherwise. I did as I was told. The women and girls had followed us in and knelt before mummy and began to chant. I couldn't make out the words but they excited me. They all rose and formed a circle around the candlelit table and continued to chant. The candles began to flicker and suddenly from nowhere a shadow appeared. Mummy spoke, "Demon we have summoned you to do my bidding. You must obey." The shadow then spoke, "What is thy bidding mistress?" "I want you to reverse the past of this child sitting in this throne. I want the child to have been born female without a soul. I want her soul to be given to me from birth and the power to mould as I wish." "As you wish mistress, but there is a price," replied the demon. "12 moons from now the child must commit a sacrifice. He must then willingly give his soul to you of his own free will with full knowledge of the consequences. Should he fail then it is your soul that you will lose to me. Do we have a bargain?" "We do. Now go. On the twelfth moon the child will do this deed and he will be a she forever and her soul will be mine." The demon vanished into thin air and the candles blew out leaving the room dark. The girls soon re-lit the candles. They then passed a cup round from which everyone drunk from starting with my mummy and finishing with me. The liquid tasted bitter and my head began to swim. I soon fell unconscious. I awoke on my bed wearing my little nightdress and rubber shoes. Mummy was watching over me stroking my hair. When I awoke we bathed and she did my make up and hair as usual. Mummy then announced that it was Saturday and that there was no school on Saturdays. We would therefore spend the day playing together. Mummy dressed me in a light blue skirt which fell to my knees, and a white blouse. Clear tights and blue three inch courts completed my outfit and off course the waist clincher. Mummy then had me sit in my chair and I had to repeat to her everything I had learnt that week. Mummy then told me to act like her doll. She placed my hands and body to the position she wanted and I had to sit there not moving whilst she watched me. After a little while she undressed me and redid my nails and lipstick. Then she dressed me again this time in a long black ball gown which flared out and fell to the floor. Sitting in black shoes I sat again unmoving being a good doll for mummy. The day proceeded in the same vain. The next day, Sunday mummy called it was like Saturday except for a while we visited the cave again dressed in my little black dress and four inch courts. I sat at my throne whilst everyone gathered knelt before mummy. Mummy then told me to kneel before her and worship her. I did eagerly. My days seemed to follow a similar pattern. I was becoming very good at school and getting very few shocks. Mummy took delight in relieving my needs as she called them every Friday and she also noted my nails were becoming longer. After a little while, mummy called it a month, I was told I would be having my first period. For a week I had to wear a long tube shaped object inside me, which mummy changed twice a day. I don't know why she did it because it was clean always but mummy knew best. One morning mummy announced my lessons would become more advanced. After make up she chose for me a grey skirt which fell to my thighs and a pair of four inch pumps with a very thin heel. To cover my little breasts I wore a very small tight white top. Lessons were much the same except now I had to think so many of the thoughts every hour or at the end of the hour I would receive a shock which was made more powerful depending on how many I missed. The thoughts I was allowed became different too. I found myself saying them over and over to make sure I didn't miss anything. "I am Emily. I am a girl. I must obey my mummy. I have no desires of my own. I only want what mummy wants. I will never grow up but be mummy's girl forever. I will never speak to anyone except mummy. I hate everyone except mummy who I love. I want to see mummy become mistress of all and I will kill for mummy. I am mummy's slave. I am mummy's doll." The days however seemed to pass very quickly. Even when I wasn't at school I found myself going through the lessons in my mind. When I told mummy she told me I was a good student and would graduate quicker than she thought. My nails had grown and mummy told me they were more than an inch in height. My hair fell to my waist, which had become much smaller thanks to the waist clincher. My hips were now fairly wide. I was an excellent ballet dancer and mummy said when I walked in my shoes, I had the cutest little wiggle she had seen. During one of our regular Saturday dress ups mummy said to me, "Emily, do you like being my little girl?" "Yes mummy, very much so," I replied and it was true. "What if I was to tell you that you are not my little girl, and because of that I will never be able to make you perfect?" she asked. I was confused. "I don't understand mummy," I whimpered. "I am your little girl. I am your doll. I only want to be yours." I was on the verge of tears. "My little girl would never cry for a start!" she shouted. "You are not mine," she told me coldly. She continued on. "You were born male as Mark Lampton. I took you and made you into Emily. All your memories as Mark Lampton have been suppressed but they are still inside your mind. You are a psychic with an ability to see into the future. I have not seen your power before in my life. As Mark Allen you were wasted. I saved you from your meaningless life and turned you into Emily." I looked at her blankly. All my beliefs were becoming shattered. I bit my lip to avoid the tears that were welling up in my eyes. "There is something that can be done however," soothed the lady I believed to be my mummy. "I am a witch with very powerful spells. If you cast your pretty little mind back to your first week you will remember sitting in that little throne and seeing a dark shadow. That dark shadow is a demon and can help us. That demon can change history. We will tell that demon to change your past. You will no longer have been born as Mark Lampton but as my little girl. I can then make you perfect, but only if you give me your soul. From the day you are made your soul will belong to me. I will then see to it that you are perfect. This has to be your decision and you must accept willingly knowing the full consequences." The decision was simple. I would be mummy's little girl and also perfect. "Oh mummy this is what I want so much." "It is not that easy," said mummy. "Firstly it is Mark Lampton and not you that must make this decision with full knowledge and understanding of his situation. Secondly I must explain in full to Mark and not you what I plan to do to you." I listened intently to her tell me about how we would resolve this. My memories as Mark would be returned and mummy told me that I would feel differently but the desire to be her little girl would be too strong and I would accept her decision. Mummy told me to lie down on my bed and close my eyes. I did so. I felt the prick of a needle and I fell asleep. CHAPTER THREE I awoke on a bed. Strange, it was my bed but I don't recall being here. I opened my eyes. The light hurt my eyes, and my head hurt real bad. I lay there for a minute thinking. Last thing I recalled was being placed naked in a glass incubator and laying there. Well I had kept up my end of the bargain I thought, hopefully she did her and now my wife and family are safe. The pain started to subside so I sat up. It was then that I noticed my size. My god she has shrunk me, I thought! On further examination of my body I was a little girl. A pretty one at that. I had long blonde hair, which seemed to flow down straight to my waist, a small body and cute little feet. My nails were long and as my toe nails both were painted red. Nice colour I thought. I heard a voice speak to me. "Good morning sweetie." It was Amanda. I saw her come into the room. I expected myself to be angry and full of hate but I seemed pleased to see her. I found myself saying good morning back. She sat on the bed where I half lay and began stroking my hair. That felt good and made me tingle. Finally I was able to muster enough strength to say. "What have you done to me?" "Oh Mark, stop being such a baby," she replied. "Don't you remember our deal? I have kept my end of the bargain. You family were freed and now you must keep your part of the deal. You may find you like being a girl." She was right; I had made a deal and a deal is a deal. Besides part of me actually liked what was happening. I decided to give it a go. Amanda insisted I called her mummy so I did and she made sure I was bathed and took great delight in applying my make up and painting my nails. She then dressed me. What I wore would have been suitable for a much older girl, in her late teens or even an adult. However I found myself looking at my reflection and admiring what I saw. Last came the shoes. I was amazed at how small yet how high they were. They fit me perfectly and somehow I could walk with ease and grace. Amanda sat me down by my vanity table and left me to reflect on today's events. It was then I became aware of a young girl inside me, called Emily. I could hear her thoughts, feel her emotions and I knew then what she knew. She was trying to come out and was worried about missing school. I knew what that meant and agreed to let her out for a while. I minced across into the class room, turned the machine on and let Emily have her lessons. When Amanda came back she didn't seem surprised to see me in her class room. "I see that you have become acquainted with Emily," she told me. I nodded. She then led me back to the bedroom and got us ready for bed, insisting on the rubber shoes that Emily now loved but had hated at first. The next few months passed much the same. I let Emily take over in the day, for I knew that with my wondering mind, we would suffer many shocks. The night belonged to me and that was the time I would do my thinking. From what I could tell Amanda was not as evil as I thought. She knew the existence of my powers but had yet to use them for her own gains. I missed my family though and longed to see them just to make sure they were safe. I believed they were and as a result I was keeping my end of the deal. Not that I had much choice. I realized the daily baths contained a liquid that nullified my powers. I was helpless anyway. After some months Amanda (I would be damned if I thought of her as mummy) announced that because I had been such a good girl I could go and see my family. Also I could spend the night with them. I was delighted at the prospect. They must have grown so much by now. Michael must be 8 now and Charlotte 16 I mused. Amanda prepared me as normal and dressed me in her customary way. Soon I was taken into a car with Amanda and driven for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually we arrived at a large cottage overlooking a lake. Ducks and geese played freely. I smiled, my family were doing well. Amanda took me by the hand and led me to the front door. She pressed the door bell and waited. Soon the door was answered by a woman in her thirties, light brown hair, green eyes. Jan! She was my wife but didn't even look at me. She led us in the house into a large living room. Amanda sat me next to her and held my hand. Jan then spoke, "Wow Amanda if this is my husband I am impressed. You have done well; she's so cute and beautiful. Look at her lovely little hands and nails, my what beautifully long nails. I love that dress as well." "She is a doll ain't she," replied Amanda. "Here is final payment for your help, five million pounds. In addition you can do keep her for tonight." I looked at both women confused. What were they saying? Amanda noticed my worried look and said, "Don't you know baby, your wife here sold you to me for ten million pounds. It was all a set up." I was shocked. I don't know if it was the little girl inside me but I almost started crying. A glance from Amanda made me stop. Jan started laughing before bidding farewell to Amanda. "Why Jan," I asked. "I saved you and Charlotte from the gutter and this is how you repay me?" "You see Mark," she answered coldly. "Life was boring. Everything was perfect, your way. Well I don't like things perfect. I like things my way so I have made them my way. Now come to mistress, I have a few chores for you." Jan pulled me over to her and forced me to my knees. She then forced my face up to her crotch and ordered me to start licking or she would dump me in water and electrocute me. Terrified of the consequence I obeyed, not stopping until she climaxed. She forced me to open my mouth and swallow the contents. She pushed me away from her and onto the floor. Then lifting me up by my feet she carried me upstairs and tied me upside down to a long bar in the centre of the room. My little dress fell down revealing my naked body. I felt like I was up there for ages before I saw someone come in. A teenage girl with bleach blonde hair came in and looked at me laughing. "Hello daddy," she said. "You remember me don't you? I am Charlotte little miss perfect. Are you ready to see what a good girl I am?" Five more teenage girls came in followed by a much smaller girl. The child was dressed in a small maid's uniform with three inch heels and wore very heavy makeup. "Michelle I want you to eat all of us, starting with Beckie," instructed Charlotte. Michelle without saying a word went up to another girl who had lowered her panties and began licking her clit with his tongue. Charlotte then pulled out a long vibrator from a draw, turned it on and with a wicked smile lifted the child's dress, pulled down her panties and inserted it into her arse. Michelle groaned. After a while Beckie began to climax and so did Michelle. Both fell to the floor and it was then I realised the Michelle was in fact a boy. Oh my God I realised that the child was my son. I felt sick inside and came close to vomiting. A knock on the door stopped me and I saw Jan come in and say it was time for Michelle's bath and bedtime. She led my "son" out of the room. "Looks like you will have to finish us off," said Charlotte with glee. "I hear that you are good at eating." This time I did throw up. It was then I heard Emily telling me to let her out. I told her that it wasn't safe and I would take all they had to give me. Emily calmly responded that she had done this thing lots of times and enjoyed it. Emily was insisting I let her out. I was afraid. My head was spinning out of control and before I knew it I was tucked away safely inside my head whilst Emily was outside dealing with matters. I awoke sometime next morning chained to a bed. I stank of semen and perfumed bodies. I woke up Emily and asked her to tell me what happened last night. She told me I didn't want to know. She was probably right. It was then Jan came into the room and looked over me. "Glad to see you are awake," she told me. "Just to let you know, that I am not giving you back. You were far too good last night for me to ever give you back. I understand that you have been constructed to never grow. Looks like you will be here a long time, a very long time. Better get used to it." It was then I started to cry uncontrollably. Something inside me snapped. At that point I longed for Amanda and wished I could be more like Emily. Emily was singing to me to try and soothe me and I loved her so much, it was only fair to her that we became one. Only how would we get out of this predicament. Emily's soothing soon put me to sleep. CHAPTER FOUR I awoke and found myself in my nightie, rubber shoes and bed. Was it a bad dream I thought? Emily told me no it was real. Amanda was stroking my hair. I opened my eyes, sat up and hugged her tightly. "Mummy, mummy I love you," I sobbed eagerly. Mummy smiled and held me in her arms. "I am not your mummy yet girls. Emily knows this and so do you. You know the truth now Mark, and now you must tell me what you want to do. I can return you to your family or you can become my daughter." "We want to be with you," we replied in unison. "You can only stay here Mark if you truly become my little girl. That means giving up your past, your present and your future. It will be as if you never existed except as my little girl. All you did and touched as Mark will never happen. In addition I will want payment. You will give me your soul. Is that understood?" "Yes mummy," we replied. "Excellent now lie down and sleep my little girl. Tonight will be a big night for you." I did as she commanded and fell asleep almost instantly. I was woken some time later by Amanda and I found myself in a strange room, on a strange bed. "You have come to my secret underground facility. For years you searched for this and now you have found it. Ironic isn't it. Allow me to give you a guided tour." Amanda took my hand and raised me off the bed. She placed my bare feet in high heeled slippers and together she walked me out of the cell I was in, into a large central area. From what I could see, I was in a large circular artificially lit complex with many floors above me with cells on my floor and the 2 floors above. All the cells were facing the central plaza where there was a giant sized statue of Amanda and around which rows of benches flowed back all facing the statue. By the statue was an altar and two thrones, one for an adult and one for a child. To one wall was an elevator and this is where mummy took me. We went up several floors and stopped at level 7. She led me out of the lift and from what I could see I had come up several floors and looking down from the balcony I could see the statue down below. Mummy led me into a room away from the balcony. Inside the room were many young girls all sitting at small desks wearing headphones. They were all dressed in white blouses and grey school skirts. A dark haired lady dressed in black leather and long black boots was walking up and down the room with a cane. Every now and then she would stop, hold out a child's hand and hit the child with the stick. "This is our early learning room," said mummy. "In here we teach the children how to be proper young ladies. All these children are boys but thanks to my program they will make excellent girls. Their male reproductive organs will remain with them because they will be needed for donations when they are older." Mummy led me out of the room and into the adjoining room. Inside were many cells of young girls, each with their own cell, each divided by a wall. There were no bars, just a force field on the entrance. In each cell an older woman stood over the child with what appeared to be a large flashing fluorescent torch that flashed every few seconds. "This is the more advanced class," mummy explained. "This is where we train the boys who have shown promise in the early learning room to be perfect little girls, or where the mothers who have joined our cause have donated their sons to us. In most cases we remove all traces of their maleness. Your son was a successful graduate from here. Inside this cell is a new arrival. Let's see how progress is being made." We entered the cell. The child looked as if he had been crying and still looked male. His eyes seemed to be constantly looking at the torch and every time it flashed would say, "That concept is mistaken." Amanda smiled and led me out of the room. The next room seemed to be a nursery. Many children from babies to infants were inside each attended to by a young female. "This is the nursery," explained Amanda. "Here it is not necessary to retrain the children's minds. We just teach them the right values from the offset. That way they are perfect." Amanda led me out of the room and back to the elevator. "The next floor up is where we train the girls to be perfect. The real girls who will be the mistresses of the future. No male may ever venture there and that includes former males. You will be allowed there after tonight I assure you." Amanda led me back to my cell and told me we would be getting ready for the ceremony. She bathed me in the tub inside and sat me naked by the vanity table. She brushed my long blonde hair and ordered me to hold out my hands. She then proceeded to paint my long nails with black nail polish. She did the same with my toes. She waited for them to dry and painted them again. She did this 13 times in total. My face was then made up with heavy make up and my eye lashes extended. Blood red lipstick was applied to my lips. When she had finished making me up she raised my arms and slid a small black dress around my tiny body. The dress fell to my thighs and was split on both sides. Then came the boots and these were the steepest heels I had seen and must have been six inches in height. They appeared very narrow and small and were severely arched. My feet were forced inside and I was made to stand on the high narrow heel. Amanda then announced that I was ready. She led me to the central area by the statue and sat me on the small throne. She sat next to me. Many women and young girls flocked to the centre and sat on the benches. By the altar I could see a man tied up on the altar table. Amanda spoke up. "Let us start the ceremony. All you here are witnesses to this man's decision to join our cause willingly, to help us bring order to the world." The congregation cheered and then fell silent. Amanda held out a hand and they all began to chant. Emily had heard that chanting a while back she informed me. Suddenly the lights flickered and all went dark, except for an eerie light. Somewhere from the shadows a dark voice spoke. "It is time mistress Amanda, for our pact to be completed. Is your subject willing and aware of the consequences." "He is," replied Amanda. Amanda looked at me and spoke. "Are you Mark Lambeth willing to give yourself to me. To give your life, your past future and present all to me and in return for your soul I will mould you and make you a girl in my own image." "I am mummy," I replied. "Good girl," she answered. "Now take this dagger and pluck out that man's heart." I rose from my throne and walked to the altar. I could make out the outline of a man tied up but who appeared conscious. He appeared to be struggling. As I was on him I saw his face and almost fell back in startled shock. It was my friend Nick. I looked at him lying there and a tear came to my eyes. Amanda shouted "do it" and at which point I took the dagger and plunged it deep into his heart. CHAPTER FIVE Everything went dark for me. I appeared to be in a vortex swirling round and round. I could make out images and I realized they were events that had once happened. Then I thought no they haven't happened. All went dark. I could feel a force summoning me and I knew I had to obey. My spiritual form saw a pretty lady and I floated to her. She told me I was her slave and I knew that was true. She told me I was witnessing my birth. I saw a baby emerge from her womb and she placed it on a bed. She began chanting and the child grew to the size of a six year old girl. My mistress touched the hair of the child and it grew to her knees. She rubbed the body all over and the child's frame became smaller but the hips grew. The bum stuck out a little and little breasts developed. The nails grew to an enormous size. My mistress instructed me that my body was ready and that I should enter. I do so and open my eyes. I look innocently at my mistress who immediately tells me I am an evil bitch. She introduces me to my nurse, a young girl called Charlotte. I am to obey her as I would my mistress. Charlotte dresses me in a small black see through dress and paints my nails and toes black. She places high stilettos on my little feet but I find I can walk perfectly. My mistress tells Charlotte that they are in a time warp and have thirty years to make me perfect before they return to real time. They both set off instructing me on how to act, how to obey and how to think. My thoughts are constantly monitored and I seem to please them as they say my thoughts are wicked. All I can think about is serving them and causing pain to others. I want to see my mistress rule all and I must do everything she commands. I must dress like a slut and reveal my body to all. Charlotte takes great pain in painting and repainting my nails every hour. I am told to sit still and not move all day and night unless they tell me. When I do move I must move slowly with perfect grace. I sit all day in a position assigned holding my hands out to be polished. Charlotte tells me she wishes she was as wicked as me. I am wicked. I hate all life except my mistress who I will obey without question. Charlotte orders me to lick her pussy every hour and clean her up. This I do. Charlotte then reapplies my make up. Charlotte then places a long vibrating object up my pussy. Charlotte calls this a vibrator. After just a few minutes I feel on a very large high and a pinkish liquid comes out of my pussy. Charlotte tells me I am cumming. She orders me to stop cumming immediately. This I do. The vibrator is inside me all the time, but I am not allowed to cum. For good measure Charlotte shoves a vibrator up my arse. No cumming is allowed. I desperately want to cum but I will not disobey. My mistress Amanda frequently visits me. She likes the idea of the vibrator and praises Charlotte. My mistress Amanda tells me that I must have more thoughts about sex and that I am a lesbian. She orders me to feel more and hornier with a desperate need to cum all the time. She orders me to never cum without her order. She says I must always be on the verge of cumming. I sit there in my black short see through dress not wearing any underwear being made up thinking about evil, my mistress and sex. One day my mistress tells me I am ready and as a reward I am allowed to cum. She tells me to cum and not to stop. I cum and cum and cum. After what seems like an eternity (my mistress tells me it's a year) I hear the word stop. I stop cumming and immediately I am washed and made up again. My mistress tells me its time to join the real world. I hear my mistress tells me that apparently Mark Lampton had a twin brother equally as powerful. I see my mistress is angry. I am angry too. "Never mind my pet," she tells me. "The two of us will either kill this brother or convert him. Either way we will defeat him. Then we will bring order to this pitiful world." I sat there desperately needing to cum, waiting for the chance to do my mistresses evil bidding. My mistress will rule this world like she rules me I thought. TO BE CONTINUED?