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Tabitha "So this is the little punk who threatens my administration?" Ryan watched as his jaw muscles flexed in slight agitation. "You know, Davy, of all the things I ever thought could bring us down it certainly wasn't some punk kid who stuck his nose in somebody else's business." "Yes, sir. What do you want to do with him?" President Stephen Bolland, began pacing the floor puffing on his cigar in thought, "Popping off a couple of Democrat senators is one thing, they were bad men and I could handle that. But I can't have the death of some kid on my conscience." President Bolland turned to his wife, "What do you think, hon?" "Certainly can't let him go now, can we?" Ryan quietly admired the youthful beauty of the First Lady as she approached him. The First Lady gave the kid a once over, because he was still prepubescent he had no facial hair and his voice was still high pitched. "Can't kill him, so what we need to do is put him into a situation where he will no longer threaten us, but also where we can keep a really tight eye on him." "Get him up to Camp David and put him under lock and key, Davy. Treat him well, but don't let him out of your sight. You know how to handle this." "Yes, sir." The Secret Service agent picked the kid up by his collar and led him away. Stephen turned to his wife and smiled, "I know that tone in your voice, babe. What are you thinking of?" She shrugged nonchalantly, "Oh nothing, just that I've always wanted a daughter." Monica had a strange sparkle in her eye. "Tell you what, you give him to me to do with as a I please, and I'll promise you he'll never threaten us." "Whatever it is remember that he's only twelve, so don't be too harsh." Monica smiled, "Now why would I hurt such youthful innocence as that?" Chapter One "On your feet kid," a navy steward barked as he opened the door. Ryan dropped the Play Station controller and stood up. He'd been alone for the last two weeks, eating whatever he wanted and enjoying the comforts he'd never had as a kid growing up on the streets. It hadn't been his fault that he was there, he had just been looking for a warm place to sleep for the night, away from the cold and the rain. Besides he was just a homeless little kid - who was he going to tell and who was going to believe him. "I saw the Secret Service kill three Senators while the president watched!" Yeah right, like that was going to happen. Ryan would have been perfectly content if they had just given him a couple of dollars to get something to eat and he wouldna said nuttin' to nobody. But then, if this was they way they wanted to keep him quiet, by bringing him up to this lavish place in the woods where he had everything he wanted then it was okay by him. Who was he to protest? He was beginning to think that he had gotten the better end of this deal. The First Lady came into the cabin, carrying two bags and a Colgate smile. The door closed behind her and they were alone. Monica Bolland was not a large woman, but she was beautiful. But more than that, there was a presence about her that dominated any room she was in. Ryan instantly got a feeling of warmth from her and a feeling that she was not to be trifled with. Ryan stood silently as she moved around the rather large room, making herself comfortable, "What's your name kid?" Ryan didn't answer, he hadn't really said anything since they had found him cowering beneath a pile of packing blankets in that warehouse. Monica quickly grew agitated and she stood before him. "Let's get one thing strait, I am the one in charge, you are the one I'm in charge of. You can make this really easy on yourself, or you can make it really hard on yourself." Monica saw that he understood her meaning. "Good, now once again, what's your name?" "Ryan." "Ryan, what?" "I don't know, I don't really have a last name." Monica arched an eyebrow, "Really? Don't you have a mom or dad?" "No, they died when I was ten." This is going to almost be too easy to get away with, no one to miss him means no one to come looking! Monica thought to herself. Ryan was growing uncomfortable with this line of questioning, Monica could see it the way he was shifting back and forth on his feet. "Are you hungry, Ryan?" "No, they already gave me something." He pointed to the half eaten pizza on the floor. "That will certainly not do, how about a salad?" Ryan shrugged. "Go back to your video game while I order us some healthy food." To Ryan, food was food, healthy or not. --- ". . .the finger prints of a child no older than 12 or 13 have been found at the scene where Senators Wilson, Stilburn, and Dorey were murdered two weeks ago. Authorities believe the child to be homeless and will soon began a systematic search of the homeless children in Washington D.C., hoping that the child may have witnessed the shooting." President Bolland threw the paper across the Oval Office, "Correct me if I'm wrong, Davy, but weren't you and your boys supposed to have wiped the place clean with a white glove?" "Yes sir, but it would have been impossible to have gotten everything, we have no clue where he might have been hiding before we found him or even how long he might have been there." President Bolland leaned forward and pressed a com switch. "Lucy, could you please get my wife on the line?" "Yes, Mr. President." "Hello?" "The President is on the line for you ma'am, please hold." Monica silently tapped her finger on the back of the phone as she watched Ryan rubbing at the spot on his arm where he had just received a shot. "So how is our little project coming along?" "Oh, just fine he just got his first set of shots, and he's looking a lot healthier than before." Ryan zoned out of the one sided conversation and stared out the tinted window of the limo. No motorcade, just a standard black limo. His image was reflected back at him and he studied it for a short time. He was certainly a lot cleaner than when they had found him. Where his long brown hair had been stringy and in dire need of a good brushing, it had quickly been shorn to just below his shoulders and nursed back to health. But he thought the way he was wearing it, held back on one side with a blue barrette was really girly. He didn't like it, but he didn't want to make waves either. She was being extremely nice to him. According to Monica, they were now on their way to the dentist for an exam. ". . .well there's nothing we can do about it now. All we can do is just be careful of what she touches when we're out and about." Ryan wondered who she was talking about, but zoned out again, he figured it didn't have anything to do with him if she was talking about a girl. --- Monica quietly studied Tabitha from her desk across the room, her hair had grown a bit, about an inch and half, her facial features had softened a lot and through the tightness of her undershirt, Monica could see the gentle swell of budding breasts. A training bra would soon be needed, which meant it was quickly becoming time. The poor child didn't even know she had a new name yet. Ryan bared his teeth again, looking down into the small hand mirror only to see the shiny silver braces that seemed to have taken over his mouth, he didn't like them, he didn't want them. But what was he supposed to do, run away? And leave all of this opulence behind? No. "You don't like your braces, do you?" Ryan looked up startled. She had been so quiet he'd forgotten she was in the room. "Well?" "No." "Well they're necessary." Ryan got to his feet and came to the desk she was sitting at. "Why?" Monica looked at him. The braces made his lips pout open partly and expose themselves. Which gave him a really cute little girl look. With her hair back in the pony-tail as it was, Tabitha was extremely convincing, so convincing the Marines which guarded Camp David were constantly having to remind themselves that she was a he, and to refer to him as such until notified along with the entire staff. "Because your teeth need to be straightened. You're going to be our guest for a very long time, might as well have you healthy too." "You're never letting me go?" Monica heard the alarm in his voice. "We can't, you're too much of a liability." "But I promised I wouldn't tell anyone!" "Do not raise your voice to me, Ryan." "But I was just trying to be warm, I didn't mean to see anything." Tears had begun flowing down her cheeks. "But you did, and that makes you dangerous. . ." "But I'm only a little kid, who's going to believe me?" Monica opened a drawer and pulled out an ink pad. "Give me your hand." She took his pointer finger and pressed it on the pad then on a sheet of paper. "That's a finger print, and you left a bunch of them all over that place. The police are looking for the owner of those fingerprints and if they find you, we're in trouble." "So I won't touch anything." Monica gave a tolerant smile. "Why do you want to leave so badly? Don't you like it here?" "Yeah, but. . ." "But what?" "I heard two of the guys in suits talking about a girl named Tabitha, except they were talking about me and. . ." Ryan began to nervously play with the blotter on her desk, she stilled his hands. "And. . ." He looked her in the eyes, "Is it true. . ." He choked on his words. ". . . that you are turning me into a girl?" "Yes." Chapter Two Ryan cowered in the corner of the room, tightly holding his large towel to his chest, unknowingly hiding the a-cup breasts that had formed and were still growing. The maid stood on the other side of the room nursing a nasty scratch on her arm she had received from Tabitha's long nails. She had been forbidden from biting or cutting them. She'd become extremely hard to deal with lately. Always crying and pleading for Monica to stop the hormone treatment, unaware of how much effect they were having on his now seemingly over active emotions. Especially after moving from Camp David to the Bolland private estate in Delaware, because that was when the hammer came down, and Ryan found himself in skirts and dresses and being called Tabitha. It had been a good three months since Ryan had discovered what was really happening and about five months since he was found hiding under a pile of packing blankets by the Secret Service after he witnessed the President kill three Senators with his own hand. Monica silently entered the room and headed strait for Tabitha who tried to get away but was abruptly caught by her arm. Tabitha yelped in sudden pain as Monica steered her across the room to stand in front of the maid. "Apologize to her." "I'm sorry." "It's okay, miss. It must have been an accident, right?" Tabitha didn't catch that the maid was trying to help her out until it was too late. "Don't try to cover for her Lacy, if you will excuse us please I will see to it that she is dressed." Lacy looked down at Tabitha to see the silent pleading for her to stay, she hated being alone with Monica. "Now Lacy." The maid quietly left the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Turning to Tabitha, Monica pointed to the bathroom. "Today is too big of a day for both of us. I've already explained to you what's going to happen, so then I shouldn't have to tell you that everything needs to be perfect. Now will you please cooperate and stop being a brat?" It had taken a bit of coaxing to get Tabitha into the presidential helicopter, wrapped in a trench coat to protect her dress with her hair back in a ponytail until after the ride, two SS agents had to manhandle her into a seat and almost sit on her until the chopper left the ground. Now Tabitha was sitting rigid in the leather seat, and clutching the armrests so tightly her knuckles had gone white. Monica looked over at her and frowned, Tabitha getting air sick would have to be remedied ASAP, the Bolland family had a state dinner in Moscow in two weeks. "Captain?" "Yes ma'am?" "Make this ride a bit smoother, or you're gonna have a mess to clean up back here." The co-pilot turned to see Tabitha's throat flexing as she gave a silent prayer and clenched her eyes shut. Oh my god, the kid is petrified! He tapped his buddy, "Slow it down man, kid's never flown before." Monica noticed a decline in air speed and the ride smoothed out a bit. It didn't do much to help Tabitha, but she didn't puke. The rest of the ride was silent and before Tabitha knew it she felt the helicopter settle down on the ground. She was up and out of her seat before the door had even opened. She hadn't a clue where they were (she'd refused to let herself look out the window), but she didn't care. She just wanted off the damn thing. But Monica made her wait, reiterating that now it was absolutely required that Tabitha be on her best behavior and hinted the possibility of a reward if she was. Soon the steps were lowered and Tabitha found herself being led down the stairs and into the White House. There was a gaggle of reporters with their cameras rolling, all of them probably wondering who she was. None of them knew what was about to be announced, the press conference alone had come as a surprise to most of them. They quickly figured that Tabitha had something to do with it because the First Lady wasted no time in ushering her inside. As soon as they were through the metal detector, she was handed off to a large man in a dark suit with an ear piece. "Take her to Cathy and Daria, bring her up to the Office when they're through." Tabitha watched Monica slip into an elevator and was a bit uneasy about being left alone with a bunch of people she didn't know. But she quietly allowed herself to be led down the hall and around a corner. --- President Bolland looked up from the papers on his desk as his wife came breezing into the Oval Office. She was dressed smartly in one of her sexier business suits. But the public liked that; she was young and beautiful. There were neither jokes nor questions as to whether or not the Bollands had a healthy sex life, Monica was proof of that. "Hey, babe. Where's our new daughter?" "Cathy and Daria needed to make some touch ups," Monica said leaning in to give her husband a kiss. "How is she coming along?" The President asked afterwards. "She's still a bit resistant, someone certainly got it into his head that boys should only be boys before you found her. But we started the hormone treatment just in time, the doctors say she'll develop normally as the Premarin kicked in before all that nasty Testosterone flooded his system," she said this with a smirk. "Oh, surely you don't mean that, what about me?" "Oh, your just a naughty little boy." "Oh really?" Monica gave him a smile that promised a midnight romp in the woods. A staffer knocked on the open door, "Mr. & Mrs. President, your daughter is here." A Secret Service agent ushered in a young girl of about twelve years old. She wore a blue velvet dress with an empire bodice, blue flats and white tights. Her dark brown hair was slicked back into a curled pony tail that hung to the middle of her shoulder blades. Her face was young, but very cute. He could even see the meager beginnings of a bust line. Monica approached the girl, and took her hand, leading her around the desk to stand before Stephen Bolland. The President had a hard time recognizing Tabitha for who she really was. . . a boy who could ruin him for the rest of his life. A homeless boy that unknowingly held the president's destiny in her tiny little hands. Stephen could see that she was less than ecstatic to see him, and was a bit resistant when Monica nudged her forward. Understanding her caution, he spoke, "I won't hurt you Tabitha, you're my daughter now. Why would I want to hurt someone I just might learn to love as my own?" Tabitha avoided his eyes. Here she was in the world's most powerful office, about to be adopted by the world's most powerful man, and all she could think about was how much she wanted to take off the dress she was wearing. The SS agent saved her, temporarily. "Sir, the press is waiting." "Ah yes, mustn't keep them waiting. Shall we?" He gave Tabitha a beaming smile and took her hand, leading her out of the Oval Office and into a new life. The press room was actually the room that used to hold the indoor swimming pool. President Bolland went in first and made a few perfunctory comments about how he and his wife had never gotten around to having children and a few remarks about what his administration was doing about the problem of homeless children. Then he called Monica's name. Monica gave Tabitha's hand an encouraging squeeze and led her in. As soon as the reporters saw Tabitha, there was an uproar of questions and camera flashes. Tabitha wanted to turn and run, but Monica held on to her hand fast. The President gave his a wife a kiss on the cheek, and then turned to the video cameras. "Ladies and Gentlemen of the Untied States, I'd like you meet our new daughter. Her name is Tabitha Alyson Bolland." Tabitha managed a small wave as the cameras zoomed in on her face. --- As soon as she felt the rear landing gear touch down on the tarmac, Tabitha unfastened her seat belt and bolted across the cabin into the bathroom. Sounds of vomiting could be heard soon after as the nose gear of Air Force One touched down in Moscow. She had sat in the overstuffed seat the entire flight, never getting anywhere close to sleep. The worst part about it, though, the fact that Tabitha had almost forced Monica to stay awake the entire time. Every time Monica had started to nod off, Tabitha would scream at the top of her lungs to wake her back up. More then once she had brought the Secret Service running. Even now Monica was dozing off and was asleep by the time Tabitha had cleaned up and come out of the bathroom. But she was okay now, they were on the ground and the giant 747 was slowing down. Tabitha left the cabin in the nose and decided to explore the plane. She had found much that bored her, until she got to the rear where she found a young boy. He was sitting on the floor and had a pile of G.I. Joe men in front of him. Tabitha remembered how badly she had wanted a Snake Eyes for Christmas so long ago, but she'd never gotten it. Never really had toys at all for that matter, just little trinkets and other junk that Ryan had found on the street. Once he had even found a Walkman, but his father pawned it right away and bought dinner with the money. "Hi." The boy looked up, he was about the same age as Tabitha. But had short blond hair and hazel eyes. Tabitha fought back the urge to call him cute, but he was and she berated herself for it. "Hey." He went back to his toys. Tabitha took this as an invitation to join him and dropped to her knees and sat on her heels. "What's your name?" "Eric Wilson." Tabitha reached for one of the toy men, but Eric snatched it away from her. "No way, you're a girl. You'd probably give them cooties and then I couldn't play with them or something. Go play with your Barbies." His remark was like a slap in the face. Fighting back the tears that were suddenly flooding her eyes, Tabitha got up and ran from the room, blindly plowing through the SS agent that had come looking for her. . . --- They sensed it before they saw her coming and quickly cleared the path as Monica Bolland came down the hall. No one knew why, but Tabitha had suddenly rebelled and it was all they could do to even keep her looking like a girl. Monica was at the point of having her sedated and sent back to the plane if she didn't calm down soon. The Secret Service saw her coming and opened the door. Monica found Tabitha pacing the room in a pair of shorts and a tank-top undershirt. "What are you doing?" Streaks of tears glistened on the girls cheeks as she turned to see a very irate Monica. "Where is your dress!?" A shaking finger pointed to a torn and shredded satin dress. Tabitha saw her coming, and turned to run bumping headlong into her secret service agent. She tried to go around, to reach the bathroom in time, but he grabbed her arm and spun her around to face Monica. Tabitha struggled to no avail and soon found herself face to face with her adoptive mother. "What is your problem, Tabitha?" "I'm not a girl and I don't want to be one!" "Leave us alone, please." The three agents in the room quietly slipped out, leaving Tabitha alone, with no where to run. "Understand something, Ryan. If I hadn't come along, you would be dead by now, and no one would have ever known, because they never would have found your body, do you understand that?" "But why do I have to-" "Because I want a daughter, and turning you into one is killing two birds with one stone. But I can see that you aren't gonna make this easy." They had argued more on the ride back to Air Force One, things got only worse for Tabitha when the car stopped and she tried to make a run for it. But the Secret Service just appeared out of nowhere and pinned her before she got very far. Before she knew it Monica was hauling her up the steps by her arm that was held in a vice like grip. "You obviously need to do some thinking by yourself for awhile," she was saying as they approached the conference room. "Maybe flying home by yourself is what you need-" Tabitha whined and tried to wrench her arm free, but Monica held fast. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Tabitha struggled. "Please don't lock me in there!" Monica could see the horror in her eyes and it almost stopped her, almost. But then she continued towards the door and thrust Tabitha in, closing and latching the door behind her. Tabitha screamed and pounded on the door, but Monica ignored her and turned to Tabitha's SS agent, "This door is not to open for any reason. Do not talk to her, do not even acknowledge her existence, understand?" "Yes, ma'am." --- The dining room was silent, except for the sounds of silverware scraping against the plates. It had been a long flight home. Tabitha had screamed and cried for most of the eighteen hour flight and her voice and throat had suffered for it. She looked extremely withdrawn and sullen, good. Maybe now she'll behave herself, Monica thought. "Tabitha?" She looked up from her plate, she had a pensive look on her face (Flying home alone had shaken Tabitha more than Monica would ever be able to appreciate,) as if she was about to burst into tears if Monica even pointed towards the sky. "You'll be starting school tomorrow." Monica watched the color drain from her face, Tabitha hadn't interacted with other children for almost four years, she didn't even know what grade she'd be in. "Now finish your dinner and go to bed, we're leaving early tomorrow." She silently obeyed. Tabitha didn't know what was worse, the fact that they all knew who she was, or the fact that nobody liked her for it. She had tried making friends in the first week but it was kind of hard with a fairly large Secret Service agent following her everywhere. Even standing post outside of the girl's bathroom while she used it. But it was more than that, Ryan had left school back in 3rd grade. He'd forgotten how to interact with other kids. He had missed so much of his childhood and had dealt with so much, that in a lot of ways she was more mature, and yet still more immature, than her peers. Then she was still dealing with her frustrations of having to dress like a girl and the fear that someone might find out, with that on top of the fact that she felt utterly stupid in her seventh grade classes. How in the hell was she supposed to know what a consonant was? He had already decided to run away, but a quick glance around at home told him there wasn't a chance in hell of successfully getting out of the house, let alone off the grounds. So his best bet was here at school. . . But Tabitha was the First Kid now, which meant there was an amazing array of forces mobilized only for her safety and protection. All she saw was Marcus, the one who followed her everywhere, but she never saw the other six to eight agents that were in hiding until time of need. When she ran, she didn't know it would be a hopeless effort that was going to get her into a lot of trouble. Marcus dutifully took his post next to the door as Tabitha pushed open the door into the girl's bathroom. She smiled at him sweetly and disappeared. He was about to push the door open and call her name, the tardy bell had rang and she was already late for class, when a eighth grade blond girl stepped out and turned to him. "You're the Secret Service for that girl the president adopted right?" "Yes, what can I do for you?" "Oh, nothing just that she just climbed out the back window." "You're kidding?" "No. . ." He was down the hall and out the double doors before Sarah could blink. She could here him talking rapidly into his sleeve as he went. They had known this was going to happen, just not when. Tabitha had a problem with talking in her sleep. By the time Marcus made it outside, Tabitha was running at full speed across the large hockey field. "Tabitha!" He watched her turn and look, but only ran faster. She knew she was caught, it was only a matter of time now. It was hard running in the one inch heels she was being forced to wear, but she didn't dare stop to take them off. Her back pack was heavy and so was her purse, but that was because they were full of food and clothes. She didn't want to go back, she was a boy and that was that. "Tabitha!" She turned and looked over her shoulder to see Marcus in hot pursuit. She ran faster. Tabitha knew how to hide, if she could just get to a place where she could hide. But the fields were wide open and there were no trees or brush. She was just going past a field house when two SS agents appeared from around the corner. She stopped so fast that she slipped in the moist grass and fell, but she got back up quickly and turned to find that she was being quickly boxed in. A large white Suburban appeared out of nowhere and she was thrown inside. Tabitha looked up apprehensively as the large door opened, it was Monica. She motioned to Marcus and he roughly picked Tabitha out of her chair and forced her into the Oval Office. Her little escapade had made the news and now the reporters were pounding down the front door to find out why she had tried to run away. The President was kind of curious too. Except he was going to find out the truth. "Do you have an explanation for yourself, young lady?" Stephen stubbed out his cigar and leaned forward boring his eyes into her own. "I. . . I'm not a girl, and I don't want to be one. I promised I wouldn't tell anyone." Stephen smiled patiently as he stood up and walked from behind his desk, "Yes. Yes you did promise. But we won't take that chance, so we have to hold on to you." "But why did you have to make me look like a girl!?" Monica cuffed Tabitha across the back of the head. "Don't yell at your father, Tabitha." "We were hoping you would make this easy, but obviously you aren't so we'll just have to take steps to insure that you behave from now on." Tabitha looked up at them both, suddenly growing very afraid. "What do you mean? I promise I'll behave-" "Too late for that." "Yep, tomorrow you leave for an all girls school in Ireland. They specialize in students just like you. And the best part is that nobody really knows who you are over there, so I only have to send Marcus with you." Tabitha choked on her tears, they were making her fly again. She hated flying, didn't they know that? "Please don't make me go. I'll do what ever you want me to." Monica sighed with growing annoyance, "We've already tried that one, Tabitha. We aren't exactly happy about doing this, but after today's fiasco, you haven't left us much of choice. I obviously can't give you the instruction you need and bring you to heel, but I'm pretty sure they can. They've a very good track record at turning young boys into proper young ladies." "But I don't want to be a girl!" Tabitha recoiled from the slap slowly, the force had caused her to stagger back a few steps and bump into Marcus. "Outbursts like that are the reason we're sending you. Take her to her room, Marcus. Make sure she doesn't leave it for any reason unless you hear rom me or my husband." Marcus gently gripped Tabitha's arm and led her out of the Oval Office. --- She diddn't wake up until they were somewhere over the North Atlantic, but that was okay. Marcus had another dose of the sleeping agent in case she got testy when she woke up. Monica wanted a low profile on this affair so she had chartered a private jet for the trip. It was just going to be Marcus and Tabitha the whole flight. God, I hope he can handle being alone with her for fourteen hours. Tabitha was wrapped up in a thick blanket to fight the cold of the first winter's snow. She was still in her nightgown and the tears of her struggle back at the White House had streaked her cheeks. Monica looked down on her fondly and gently kissed her on the forehead. She really didn't want to do this, but it would do her husband's administration no good if their adopted daughter was always chomping at the bit and trying to run away. She gave Marcus a cursory hug and wished him and Tabitha a safe flight as he climbed the stairs into the Gulfstream jet with Tabitha cradled in his arms. The pilot slipped the brakes as soon as the door was closed, there was a blizzard on its way in and he wanted to beat it out before it hit. --- The rain had just stopped right before they had arrived, but now the clouds were parting and she could see patches of blue here and there. Tabitha was still feeling groggy, she had slept almost all of the flight except for a few minutes when she had woken up and had gone into fits when she realized where she was. Marcus wasted no time in putting her back to sleep with the drug he had been given. Marcus carried her down the steps and placed her on the ground at the bottom. About twenty yards away was a long dark limo and a regular chaser car behind it with three large men it. The chauffeur opened the passenger door when he saw Tabitha and a severe looking woman climbed out and stood like a statue. Tabitha looked over her shoulder and up at Marcus, he gently nudged her forward. She obeyed and shivered as her bare feet arched off the cold and wet tarmac. Tabitha walked annoyingly slowly, she was nervous and scared and really didn't want to be here, on the other side of the planet. "Hurry up, child, I do not have all day. My time is not yours to waste." Tabitha quickened her step and came to stand in front of this tall woman. "Look up at me." She obeyed. The woman wore a knee length black business suit, she was thin with strong sharp features and high cheek bones. Her salt and pepper hair was pulled back into a very tight bun. "What is your name?" "Ry-Tabitha." Marcus noticed how she was beginning to shift on her bare feet, she was preparing to run. He placed a restraining hand on her shoulder, and Tabitha understood. She stood still. "Tabitha what?" "Tabitha B-Bolland." "Very well Tabitha Bolland. My name is Mrs. Cumming, when I give you an order or ask you a question you will always respond with my name or Miss, do you understand?" "Yes miss." Tabitha did not like where this was going. Mrs. Cummings temporarily ignored Tabitha and looked up to Marcus, who was standing directly behind her. "You must be Mr. Marcus Talbot?" "Yes, ma'am." "I'm sorry you had to come all this way to protect your charge. We'll try to make your stay as comfortable as possible. If you do not mind, the child with ride with me. You may ride with my security staff and get yourself acquainted." "Yes ma'am." He really hoped one of them had a cigarette. Mrs. Cummings stepped to the side of the door to allow Tabitha access, she hesitated too long and Marcus had to give her a push of "encouragement" to get her moving. The school was a very large and old manor, surround by acres and acres of wide open rolling fields of dark green with speckles of white rock outcroppings. In the distance she could see a stone wall outlining the property. There had been an hour and half of winding two lane roads in dead silence. Tabitha had already decided she didn't like this woman. Several times during the trip, she had harped on Tabitha for the way she was sitting. "Back strait, knees together, hands in lap." Conversation amounted to a few questions and answers. Two of the three men in the chaser car got out and stood nearby as the chauffeur opened the door. In more than one incident new arrivals had tried for a break at this moment, and Tabitha was no exception. Her fear and apprehension had been building since they left the airport. As soon as she stepped out, she broke into a run. Going down the length of the car to it's front and turning to head out into one of the fields, but Marcus was already there. She tried to go around him and he simply snatched her wrist as she went by, causing her to come to an abrupt halt and whip around. With her heart beating heavily in her ears, she tried to make herself a dead weight, but he would have none of it. Marcus slowly increased the grip on her tiny wrist until it began to hurt and she understood that if she stood up it would stop. She did, but continued trying to get away. She was pleading with him, begging for him to let her go but her cries were soon caught short when Mrs. Cumming placed a cloth laced with something over her mouth. Tabitha struggled to get away from it, but Marcus held the back of her head firmly and soon Tabitha lost consciousness. "Take her to her room, one of my guards will show you where it is." "Yes ma'am." Marcus scooped Tabitha up into his arms and followed Liam up the front steps and into the building. --- Tabitha slowly made her way towards Mrs. Cumming, trying to get just close enough to snatch something off her plate. Oh, she was so hungry and it smelled so good? One of the guards hauled her back and turned her towards the closet of dresses, skirts and blouses. "I told you, Tabitha," Mrs. Cumming looked at her, "you don't eat until you dress yourself from head to toe. This is no skin off of my back. There are only twenty-two other girls here and they're well past this stage in their development," she paused for another fork full of food and chewed it. "But only because each and every one of them were broken in this room, and so will you. Starvation or put on a dress and make-up?" She shrugged and took another bite, smiling as Tabitha had to wipe the drool from the corner of her mouth. "To me it doesn't really seem to be a hard decision, oh well. You're just not hungry enough yet." With that Mrs. Cumming stood up from the small table tray and stood quietly while one of the kitchen helpers removed everything. Making sure that nothing had dropped on the floor. "But you will, when your stomach starts knotting up and giving you cramps because there's nothing in it. Just wait until it gets so bad that it's all you can do to try and stop yourself from vomiting and then all that comes up is stomach acid." She smiled sweetly down at Tabitha, an evil grin that had Tabitha wishing she had never even gone into that damn warehouse, then turned and left her alone. --- "Well I see that you got hungry enough, but tell me why did you select this outfit?" Tabitha looked down at herself. "First thing you need to understand is that every article in a woman's wardrobe has a purpose. Nothing is simply to just cover your body." Mrs. Cumming came around her desk and sat in the chair next to Tabitha. "Now I see that you chose the pink and gray jumper set your mother bought as an adoption gift. Why did you pick it?" The outfit was a pink cashmere sweater under a pinafore style gray jumper that fell to her knees. Her legs were bare with gray socks and patent leather pink Mary Jane's. "Um. . . Because it's long and warm." All of her other clothes showed a lot of leg, and Tabitha hated having to be ever mindful that the slightest breeze could give everyone a view. "So you chose this outfit to hide an asset and keep yourself warm?" "Yeah. . .I guess." Mrs. Cumming smiled and stood up, "Well that's a good thing because today, after you eat, you have a doctor's appointment in town." Tabitha became aware of a sentry standing behind her, "This man will show you to the dining room." Tabitha quickly stood up at the mention of food, she was so hungry she honestly thought she'd be able to eat a horse. She turned to follow the man out of the office when Mrs. Cumming spoke with a smug smile, "And by the way, Tabitha, I've had students last a whole lot longer than you did. You barely put up any resistance. You'll be a lot easier than you make out." Tabitha fought back the surge of tears and quietly left the office. --- "What's the appointment for?" Mrs. Cumming looked up from her papers. "Well it seems your mother had some special hardware made for you, she heard about your escape attempt when you arrived three days ago." "What is it?" "I'm not exactly sure, Tabitha. In her phone call she only assured me that it would do wonders for keeping you obedient. She warned me about the tantrums you like to throw every now and then, but from what I'm told I don't think that'll be a problem." Mrs. Cumming could see that Tabitha didn't like that idea one bit. Too bad, ecause if this control system worked as well as it sounded, Mrs Cumming just might have to have some made for some other and future problem students. "Well. . .will it hurt?" "Only if you're disobedient, now be quiet and let me finish my work." --- Because of the sedative and local anesthetic, Tabitha couldn't feel anything. But she could see what they were doing in the monitor below her. She was laying face down on the table, securely strapped down by her arms, legs and neck. On the monitor she could see that the doctor had already opened up her back and set to installing the new device. It was about the size of a AA battery with two leads coming out of both ends. The doctor had already fed the leads into her spinal cord and was now inserting the unit into a fold of flesh so that it couldn't be felt or seen from outside the skin. Once finished with that the doctor turned and handed a small remote to Mrs. Cumming and Marcus. The feeling in her back was coming back and she was getting anxious to be released, she was already pulling at her bonds and whining to get free. "Oh, be quiet, child." All Tabitha could see were her shoes as Mrs. Cumming came to stand right in front of her. "Please, miss, may I get up now?" "Not yet, we have to make sure my new little toy works before you are completely released." "But it'll hurt! Please I haven't done anything-" Tabitha's voice caught in her throat as every muscle in her body contracted and searing white hot pain spread out from her spine gripping every nerve into a vice. . . And then it was gone. Tabitha labored for breath as boiling hot tears began to flow freely from her eyes. Mrs. Cumming took a step back and felt a tear brewing in her left eye, she hadn't expected that. But she wiped it away and resumed her composure. In front of her Tabitha was inhaling air by the gallon and crying a river of tears. "I'm sorry, miss. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. . ." --- Mrs. Cumming watched silently from the observation window, high above the floor of the dance gym. She was trying so desperately, working so hard, doing any and everything possible to avoid the pain she had suffered on that operation table. She had become so well behaved it was almost sickeningly sweet. Every teacher and dance instructor she had loved her and the dedication she was putting into her studies, except for the one problem. She was so far behind the rest of the students that they were constantly teasing her for it. The dedication she put into her studies and dance was astounding and almost staggering for the teachers who had keep up with her. Even after class she would beg and plead for the teacher to explain to her something she hadn't understood during class and wouldn't leave until she did. Which is what brought Mrs. Cumming to the dance gym at 11:30 at night. Madame L'Estelle lay exhausted on the floor, while Tabitha struggled with a sequence of steps she couldn't get down. Her face was red with frustration and as Mrs. Cumming watched she could see that she was messing up more and more. Tabitha was getting angry at herself, that was never good. Tabitha stopped and spun to see why the music had ceased. Mrs. Cumming smiled at her and she quickly became nervous and submissive. "Hello Tabitha." Tabitha stood stock still waiting for her punishment to come, she was supposed have gone to bed two and a half hours ago. "Don't you think it's a little past your bedtime?" "Yes, Mrs. Cumming, but. . ." Tabitha stayed her tongue, not wanting to make it any worse than it already was. "Yes?" "Please don't punish me, I just wanted to learn the steps so I could be in the recital, it would mean so much to my mother. Please I promise I'll never do it again." Mrs. Cumming realized why Tabitha looked so frightened, she was afraid of being punished! "I understand, Tabitha. You will not be punished for this minor infraction, but you must go to bed now." "Yes, miss. Thank you, miss." Tabitha quickly collected her gym bag and towel and scurried from the gym. --- Tabitha held back, trying to make herself as small as possible. Her hair was piled high on her head, with tendrils of large loose curls trailing down the nape of her neck and in front of one eye. She had gotten good at make- up and she had done hers to perfection. Her white dress was strapless and flowed from her waist in a fury of taffeta and lace. She easily beat any other "girl" there, and yet she had an overwhelming desire to run away. She had been tricked into coming, Mrs. Cumming merely stated that it would effect her grades and she threw every effort into making herself pretty. She had ridden in a private car with Marcus to the hall so she wouldn't know what was really happening until it was to late. Mrs. Cumming watched her turn away another boy for a dance. That was the third one so far. She had discovered Tabitha's extreme aversion of boys by accident. Her teenage nephew was working as a janitor and handyman for the summer and had come to her office while she was speaking to Tabitha. When she had attempted proper introductions, Tabitha clammed up so tight a crowbar couldn't have gotten her loose. That was a problem that needed to be fixed. Thus, the Debutante's Ball. But what's the point if Tabitha won't play along? Mrs. Cumming made her way across the dance hall and sat next to Tabitha in one of the chairs lining the wall. "Hello Tabitha." When Tabitha turned to her, she saw the fear and trepidation in her eyes. "Please miss, may I leave?" "Absolutely not, you are the bell of the ball." "But-" "No. In fact, the next boy to ask you to dance you will dance with, am I understood?" "Yes miss, but-" "Dance our be punished in front of all of these fine young men." Tabitha swallowed a lump in her throat and nodded her submission. "Good. Now I have business to attend to. Do not forget yourself." Tabitha helplessly watched Mrs. Cumming disappear into the sea of swirling skirts and tuxedos. She was debating if it was safe enough to get up and go for a cup of punch when Tabitha spied a young man in a white tuxedo heading directly for her. Panicking, she quickly got up and made her way to the refreshment table. After collecting her cup and taking a sip, she turned to see him standing directly behind her. Her heart leapt into her throat and she almost choked on the mouthful of punch she had. "Would you like to dance?" He was smiling, very confident of himself, he had seen her turn down others, but Peter was determined to dance with this beauty in white. He watched her eyes flicker across the room. She looked afraid. Tabitha could feel her pulse quickening and as she quickly glanced to the far side of the hall, she saw Mrs. Cumming watching her intently, her right hand deep in her purse. Tabitha knew her finger was hovering over the button on the control. She quietly nodded her assent. Peter took the cup from her hand and placed it on the table, then took her hand and lead her out onto the floor. . . Marcus watched intently and made a mental note to have this young man checked out. He was well aware who he was and how he fit directly into Mrs. Cumming's plan for his charge. But pure professionalism demanded he find out about his family background. His father could be a terrorist for all he knew; after all they were in Ireland. --- Marcus came blowing through the doors at full steam and vaulted the veranda railing, dropping the twelve feet to the grass lawn below and quickly giving chase to the girl. He had merely blinked and missed the whole exchange, the next thing he knew Tabitha had plowed her way through the other kids and bolted for the open door. Probably trying to get out of range as quickly as possible and she had succeeded. Which is why Marcus was so angry, this was the second time she had caught him slipping. It would not happen again, he would see to it. He got within thirty meters and pressed the button. Tabitha yelped as her body locked up and bowed like someone had kicked her square in the back, she tripped on her own feet and fell, plowing into the soft, wet grass. Tabitha had known it was coming, but wasn't expecting the pain. Her body had forgotten how much it hurt. It felt like someone had driven a white hot poker right into her spine. Now she lay in the grass, gasping for air and choking on her tears. She knew she had messed up bad - and just when things were going so well for her. Her scream of pain got caught in her throat as she was punished again, but it didn't stop. It went for a full ten seconds as Tabitha laid in the grass, her body rigid with extreme pain, unable to even plead for mercy. It finally stopped and Tabitha felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. Mrs. Cumming appeared above her before everything went black. "And you were doing so well too. . ." --- "When can I come home?" "Is that all you have to say to me?" Tabitha nervously twirled the phone cord around her finger. This might be her only chance to get out of here and she didn't want to blow it. "We have some things to discuss first. For instance, what is this I hear about you ruining a seven hundred dollar dress that I had to pay for? And trying to run away, again, on your first day there?" Monica was righteously irate. "Please mom, I don't like it here." Tabitha might not have realized it but that was the first time Tabitha had called her mom. Monica Bolland smiled on the other end of the line. "Nobody likes me because I'm stupid and I tried to be good at dance so I could be in the recital, but none of the other girls would dance with me and. . . and they put this thing in my back that hurts so much. . .please." Monica could hear the girl's voice beginning to fall apart as her crying consumed her, she truly sounded miserable. Her heart reached out for her, but Monica couldn't give in yet. Tabitha wouldn't be complaining about the device in her back if they weren't having to use it. "Tabitha listen to me," Monica waited until her daughter's sobbing subsided. "You are not stupid, Tabitha. When Mrs. Cumming tells me that you are the perfectly charming young woman I know you can be then you'll come home. By boat, so you don't have to fly. Okay?" "But-" "No Tabitha, not a single second sooner." Monica sighed into the phone. "We're running up the taxpayers phone bill here so I gotta go. I love you Tabitha." Click. . . Tabitha slowly hung up the phone and turned to head back to her room when she bumped into one of the sentries that had been standing there the entire time. "Unauthorized use of the phone after hours is strictly forbidden." Her tears renewed themselves as she slowly backed away from him, every nerve in her body screaming out to be spared the pain that was coming, but she had no such luck. --- Tabitha looked across the table at Peter, he still had that impish smile. "I'm glad that you could come today, Peter." In her lap was a soggy crumpled up linen napkin, soggy from her nervous and sweaty hands. "I-I wanted to apologize for running out on you the other night." Her part was scripted and the tiny microphone clipped to the inside of her blouse made sure she didn't stray. "I don't mind at all, Tabitha. In fact I wanted to apologize for doing whatever I did to upset you-" There was a sudden screech of pain from the table next to them. Both turned to see Erica, a student quite like Tabitha, spasm out of her strait back chair and arch her back into a bow as she clawed at the lower back of her dress. Erica was a bit more resistant than Tabitha was and a year younger. She had been fitted with the same device as well, but was having a harder time learning that one never got used to the pain. Erica's tea-date watched on in slight concern (not knowing why this had happened) as two men entered the dining hall and carried her away. Oh God, is that what I look like? Tabitha felt her hands begin to shake, she knew she was on the spot now, Mrs. Cumming had to be watching her. She turned back to see Peter looking at her again with that same smile. "Tea?" "Yes, please." She had to past this test, she had to. Tabitha reached to the low table between them and picked up the tea pot. Her nerves so fried her shaking hands caused the top of the pot to rattle as she struggled not to spill any of the tea. "One lump or two?" "Two please." She prepared the tea the way he wanted it and then passed it over to him. "Thank you, Tabitha. But like I was saying before I don't know what I did to upset you, but I am sorry." "It was nothing you did Peter, I just felt violently ill and didn't want to. . ." Markus appeared behind Peter and Tabitha felt her blood running cold and she franticly wracked her brain for what she had done wrong. "Mrs. Cumming would like to see you, now." "Ex-Excuse me Peter, I won't be a minute," Tabitha said as she stood up from her seat. Peter stood up as well and reached to shake her hand, "It's okay, I need to be getting to my homework anyway. Good day, Tabitha." With that he turned and left with Erica's tea- date. Marcus pointed in the opposite direction and she quietly obeyed, once again the linen napkin clutched in her hands suffered her nervousness. --- Tabitha gently knocked on the door and entered at the behest of the voice inside. It took her less than a second to recognize Monica Bolland standing in front of Mrs. Cumming's desk. She ran to her and wrapped her arms in a tight squeeze around the woman. "Mom, you've come to take me home. Are you going to take that thing out of my back?" Tabitha realized Mrs. Cumming was not in the room and looked up at Monica. "I'm going home, right?" The frown on her face told the answer. "Please. I've been good, I swear I've been good. Please, I want to go home. I won't cause anymore trouble, just take me with you!" Tears boiled from the child's eyes. "Calm down Tabitha. I came to visit and keep you company while you were in the hospital." "But I'm not sick." "No, no you're not. But you're going to have a major surgery these evening-" "What kind?" Monica could see the fear brewing in Tabitha's eyes. Damn. The kid was not gonna make this easy. Monica looked up as three large men in white uniforms entered the office without knocking. "It's time. Please don't fight them Tabitha. I'll see you after the operation." Tabitha quietly followed one of them while the other two trailed out of the office. --- Tabitha sat in back of the van, knees hugging her chest to fight off the coldness of the day outside. As the van went over a bump in the road, a clipboard fell to the floor. Tabitha saw her name at the top of the top sheet of paper and reached through the bars to grab it. But she couldn't reach it. So she tried to read it from there. SRS? What's that and why are they doing it to me- Then it clicked and a memory of hearing one of the older girls talking about having it done. It's where they remove the penis and replace it with a vagina. . . Tabitha's blood ran cold as the large hand of one of the escorts reached down and picked it up, she followed it with her eyes until she was looking into his. Liam silently cursed under his breath, she wasn't supposed to know. "I have to go to the bathroom." "Sorry." "I'm hungry." He shook his head. "Please pull over, I need some fresh air." "Sorry kid, you aren't allowed out until we get to the clinic." Tears began flowing down her cheeks. "Please, don't let them do that to me. I don't want to have that surgery. Please. . ." With a said look in his eyes he turned and drew the heavy curtains closed. "No. Please let me out-" "We were also told, that if you were difficult on the way there to put you to sleep." Tabitha fell silent and shuffled to the back of the van. Feeling the slow and painful sensation of falling into self-pity and depression. --- Dr. McGreggor gently pushed a lock of unkempt hair out of Tabitha's face and sank the plunger into the IV, injecting her blood with a drug to bring her out of her induced coma. He had decided to put her under for fear she might intentionally hurt herself after the operation. So four months later, completely healed and all stitches removed Tabitha opened her eyes. The gathered group of Monica Bolland, Mrs. Cumming, two guards and Dr. McGreggor could quite plainly see that it took her a few moments to realize where she was. But then they watched the switch come on and the panic well up. She tried to check but her hands were restrained above her head. "Please. . ." Her voice hoarse and scratchy from lack of use, "Please mother, tell me they didn't-" Monica placed a finger over her lips, and looked down t her true daughter. Tabitha saw the truth in her eyes and began crying. "Why? I don't want to be a girl! Please change it back!" "You can't go back Tabitha, this is for the rest of your life." "No, I don't wanna be a girl!" Tabitha continued to scream out at the top of her lungs until Dr. McGreggor managed to get a sedative into the IV drip and she quickly dropped off. Monica and Mrs. Cumming shared an uneasy look. This was not going to be easy. They had done more than just give Tabitha a vagina. Through a new revolution of transplant surgery, she had been given the reproductive organs of a girl the same age who had died in a car accident. But she didn't know this, no one had thought to tell her. She was had a deep loathing and fear of all males. Ryan had witnessed more than one rape of a woman while he was on the streets, the thought that that could be done to him now was enough to make her piss her panties in fear. She feared to go to one of the male doctors kept on staff when she began to get very powerful and painful cramps in her lower abdomen. Tabitha had conveniently failed let anyone know about her sudden phobia, she couldn't let them know. She knew Mrs. Cumming would find a way to use it to control her, and there's nothing worse than being controlled by fear. --- "Tabitha, what are you doing?" Mrs. Cumming noticed to quick change in stature and expression. "One of the girls told me you went to her asking for pain medication, aspirin. Is this true?" Tabitha turned for the door she was getting ready to knock on. If she told the truth, explained how much this pain she had never had before really hurt, Mrs. Cumming was sure to force Tabitha to go see one of the male doctors. . .who might. . . Her cramps got worse with the thought. "I just have a head ache." "Well I'll escort you to the infirmary then." The whole staff was handling Tabitha with kid gloves, the psychologist said she'd be mentally unstable for about three months and just about anything could throw her overboard. "No!" Mrs. Cumming noticed the grimace, as if she was in pain and the way Tabitha's hands moved towards her abdomen and then away. "I just want some aspirin I don't need to see a doctor?" Tabitha's sentence got cut off by a spike of raw pain traveling up her belly and causing her to drop to her hands and knees in agony. A small whine escaped her lips. Mrs. Cumming was already blowing hard on a her security whistle, when Tabitha realized that she was about to be surrounded by men and she would be helpless. This only made her cramps worse but there wasn't much she could do. And she couldn't understand where this constant pain was coming from. Tabitha had managed to gain her feet by the time the two guards and orderlies arrived. Tabitha shrieked at the top of her lungs, repeatedly, to keep them away. All the while her stomach was cramping in pain she had never known existed. As the fought and struggled, Mrs. Dresin noticed blood smearing across her inner thighs. Tabitha was bleeding. Mrs. Dresin looked at the way Tabitha was gripping her stomach like she was having really bad menstrual cramps. Then she couldn't remember if anyone had told her about the special package she had been given. Tabitha had no clue what was happening, just that her stomach was knotting up something awful. Tabitha was having her first period and cramping. But there was something else going here as well, she wouldn't let the guards or even Markus get near her. Every time they approached she would screech or scream at the top of her lungs, forcing them to back off when they saw how terrified she was of them. Them . . .all males. "Back off, go away," Mrs. Dresin said as she put herself between Tabitha and them. Everyone but Markus left, he just backed away. Then Mrs. Dresin turned to Tabitha who had quickly quieted down and was now curled up on the floor. She knelt down and smoothed hair out of Tabitha's face. Tabitha looked up with watery bloodshot eyes. "Please make it stop, I've been good? To be continued.