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Author's notes: This is a follow up to my story "artist in residence" that got good reviews. Several people had asked for me to expand that story. Here's the compromise: a new story based on similar (related) people and events, which follows in order. I plan to do a couple more stories featuring this group of people! While it can be read stand alone-the plot is different-I suggest you read artist in residence first. With the discovery of unauthorized reposts of some of my other works, I considered not put this story in my archive here at FM, but then I thought, "Why deny the 99% of readers who will respect it? Why give up because of (probably) one person?" The answer, of course, is found in the fact that this new story is here, posted on FM for all to enjoy! Story notes: while I wrote this as a follow up, I think you'll find this plot exciting. Whereas in the first story, the main character had an idea that his body would change, this young man has NO IDEA that any change is imminent! A solution to the transformation is included at the end. NOTICE: DO NOT HARDCOPY, COPY, REPOST, OR CHANGE AND DISTRUBUTE! I RESERVE ALL RIGHTS TO THIS STORY! Please note that violations of this statement will result in persecution! This is a work of fiction; any similarity to real persons or places is purely coincidental. I hope everybody likes: College student By Bojok71 It was a beautiful fall day in my new town. I was 21, and entering university. I had taken a year off to make some money-but I was soon realizing that my savings where not enough. I was only able to afford on semester of classes. As well, I had no place to live. I checked message boards and student housing, all to no avail. I was starting to wonder if this was such a good idea. I paid for a month of dorm accommodation, and hoped for the best. I soon learned that I hated dorm life-the drinkers and the messes! I was genuinely afraid of the future. I could have been homeless! I started talking about finding a place with everyone I met. But still I couldn't find anything! Then, one day, during the last week of my dorm time, I met a woman with a lead on a place. Her name was Reba, and she worked for the local children's services office. She was on site teaching a class. "They are nice people with a big house. They have a large empty bedroom to offer. I know them because they sometimes bring a teenage niece to therapy with us," she explained. I smiled, and said, "I doubt I could afford the rent there, either. Sounds nice though." She leaned and said in a quiet, soft voice," Just go meet them. I'm sure you are what they want!" I reclined in my chair. I asked, "What does that mean?" I was a little spooked out. "Nothing, just I think you'd be a good choice for them," Reba said. I thought for a minute. "What do I have to lose? I can go and meet them." Then I spoke, "OK. I can go meet them." Reba smiled and said, "You won't regret this." I wondered about that smile. The next day, I received directions from Reba. The house was indeed huge! I rang the bell at the door. A few minutes later, a very beautiful, tall, dark haired lady appeared. "You must be Matthew!" she exclaimed. She opened the gate then continued, "I'm Lisa Cransen. Reba has told me all about your predicament. I do hope we can be of help!" Her high level of energy surprised me. I offered to shake hands, but she just squeezed my fingers. She seemed to be a very feminine woman! She showed me around the house and grounds. It was all massive and very private. The bedroom I was offered was big, and featured an enclosed study. I was in shock. Somewhere in the house, a stereo was playing beautiful classical music. I couldn't stop listening to it. "Mrs. Cransen, I really don't think I can afford this. You must want a fortune in rent. Not that I would blame you!" I blurted out. "Now, Matthew. If you only knew how much money I had! Maybe we can make an arrangement that doesn't need any money. Besides, my husband and I would like to encourage you in your studies. We discussed you last night. You can live here for free. BUT we want you to help out with chores, as well as with Bobbi, my niece, who has problems. As well, this is a lonely place for me. I expect a certain level of companionship from you," she offered this in a soft, feminine voice. "Mrs. Cransen... I ...I need time to think about this. Can I sit on this for a day or two? And how much 'companionship' do you want?" I shakily said. Mrs. Cransen giggled, and said, "Now, Matthew. Get your mind out of the gutter! The only companionship I want is friendship. A walk in the park. You know little things. And yes, you can take some time to think about it." As I prepared to leave, she offered me a drink. I agreed, and we went to her kitchen. "Do you like lemonade?" she asked. "Yes, I do," I answered. She poured me a big glass, and I drank it quickly. "It tastes a bit strange," I said. Mrs. Cransen smiled, and then said, "It's homemade. Just lemons, water, and sugar. No extra flavors or chemicals. That's why you think it tastes funny." I just blushed. That evening, I really started to notice how ugly the dorm looked! As well, all the odors seemed overpowering. I kept thinking about the Cransen house, and how nice it was! I remember the music there. I decided I should go and live there. The next morning, I phoned them. "I want to move in with you people as soon as possible! I want out of this dump!" I said into the phone. Mrs. Cransen, cool and collected, said, "It's OK, Matthew. You can come this afternoon. Just bring your clothes and stuff. I will pick you up at 3 O'clock. OK?" I agreed in a hurry! I packed up and checked out. Mrs. Cransen came promptly at 3. "Is that a Lincoln?" I asked. "Yes it is. We own many cars. Now lets' go!" I put my things in the trunk, and off we went. She had the same classical music playing on the car stereo that she had played in the house. "I've prepared your room for you. Its' all ready! I know you will like it!" she told me in the car. When I got to the room, however, it had changed. The walls where freshly painted in a soft blue color. The soft blue and white color scheme was used on the bed. A large blue and white striped cushion sat at the head of the bed. All I could smell was fresh paint. Mrs. Cransen seemed to read my thoughts: "It was painted and redone this morning. It's nice, isn't it?" she said. I looked around, and said, "It's kind of child like, isn't it?" Mrs. Cransen said, "Nonsense, Matthew. The soft colors are soothing-to help you sleep. Besides, it's not like its pink or anything. Now, my husband will soon be home with dinner. We've ordered pizza! I'll help you unpack after dinner, OK?" "Sure," I said. I noticed that this woman made me feel funny-but I just thought it was my nerves. Mr. Cransen arrived a few minutes later, with the pizza. As we ate, he made a lot of small talk-everything from my future to what games I liked. His smile, and his huge, strong body, though, where unnerving. He offered, "Now, if you need money, you can come and see me. I want to help you, too. So don't think my wife is the only caring person in this house." I wondered, "Why are these people so interested in me?" I reasoned they where simply kind, well off people. Even if they where a bit eccentric! After dinner, Mrs. Cransen helped me unpack. She grimaced at the site of my old clothes. "I will take you in for new clothes next week. You dress like a bum!" she said. "Well, I'm sorry but there all I could afford. And you don't need to dress me. You've already done so much!" I replied. AT that, she sat on the bed, and in a strong tone, said, "Now Matthew! Didn't you hear Jim say that we will help you? I want to help you! Besides, my gardener dresses better then this!" She came very close to me, made eye contact, and said, "Young man, we will go clothes shopping next week. No excuses!" I could only meekly agree. That evening, around 9pm, Mrs. Cransen came to me. "Matthew, come with me", she said. She took me to a large bathroom. She continued with, "Now shower. There is good soap and shampoo on the rack. The towel is here. I expect you to shower every day. I hate even the thought on body odor in this house!" She left me there, and I showered. The soap had a flowery smell, as did the shampoo. Even though my hair was short, I also tried the conditioner. I liked the feeling it gave my hair. I dried off using the thick, soft towel, and went to my bedroom. Upon entering my room, I was surprised to find Mrs. Cransen there. She smiled and said, "Here are some good pajamas, a robe, and slippers." She gestured at the clothes laid out on the bed. She continued, saying," After you've dressed, come to the kitchen. We'll have tea." she left me to dress. As I picked up the soft green pajamas I realized they where made of silk! So where the slippers. I thought, "This stuff must cost a fortune! It must be cast offs from Mr. Cransen." That would be the only answer. The matching robe was long and made of thick terry cloth. One look in the mirror and I thought, "Do I look good or what?" I joined Mrs. Cransen in the kitchen. We had tea together. I noticed my tea was in a different pot then hers. "Why am I drinking different tea then you are?" I asked. Mrs. Cransen replied, "My tea is an herbal tea. Yours is a sweeter, plainer kind." That made sense. It was good, and I had two mug full's. Then it was off to bed. Mrs. Cransen accompanied me to my room. "Sleep tight!" she said. The next morning, as I awoke, I noticed how soundly I had slept. I went to the bathroom, and used it. As I looked in the mirror, I was puzzled. My hair looked a little longer! So did my nails. My beard had also barely grown. I figured it must be my morning eyes. I cleaned up, dressed, and went downstairs. As I entered the kitchen and sat down, Mrs. Cransen put a plate of sausage, eggs, and ham steak in front of me. I said, "You shouldn't have!" She replied, "It's nothing. I like to cook. Now eat up! Here's your tea, too, dear." I ate the food, and drank the tea. It was so good, I again had two cups. As I was leaving for class, Mrs. Cransen asked," How many classes do you have today?" "Only two", I replied. "When you come home, then, Bobbie will likely be here. You will get a chance to meet her. Just be understanding, OK?" She finished. I agreed and headed out the door. On the bus ride into the campus, I noticed I felt afraid. I noticed all the strange people all around me. I figured it was only my nerves acting up. I found the classes boring and stifling. "The lectures where just boring today," I thought to myself. The only bright point was meeting Reba again. She said, "I am going to go and pick up Bobbie at therapy, and then drive her to your house. Can you use a ride?" "Yes, I can!" I agreed. We picked up Bobbie at what I assumed was her school. She was dressed in a bright pink pajama suit, slip-on shoes, and wore her long hair in a big braid. She was carrying a big teddy bear. She smiled and came running up to Reba. Reba introduced us, and Bobbie hugged me. We all loaded up in the car, and drove home. Back at the house, Bobbie was very playful. While she was in the bathroom, Mrs. Cransen told me, "She's a little bit off. You can help me play with her. Just remember, play nice, and let her win! We don't want to upset her, do we?" We played simple card games, dressed her teddy bear, and smiled as Bobbie drew a picture of the three of us. I actually enjoyed playing with her! Then her mother, who was introduced as Mrs. Delmays, came and took Bobbie home. It ended too soon. That evening, at tea time, Mrs. Cransen spoke, "You don't have to call me Mrs. Cransen. You can call me Lisa from now on. I think that sounds better. After all, we are becoming friends. At least I think we are!" I agreed to this, after all, she just oozed niceness. As I showered that evening, I noticed just how long my hair had grown. It seemed to have added several inches in just a few days. As I scrubbed my hair, I also realized that my nails where also long and strong. My hands seemed softer and finer. I wondered if I was getting sick! As I climbed into bed, I asked Lisa about a doctor. "Why do you need a doctor? You're not sick, I hope!" she exclaimed. "No, I don't feel sick. But my hair and nails are growing very fast. I wonder if I have a tumor or something!" I said. Lisa continued, "I don't think it's a tumor. I think it could simply be good food, less stress, and a home! I'm sure it's nothing. I'll have Rose, my visiting stylist, do your hair and nails tomorrow morning, when she comes and does mine. Now no worries and you just go to sleep." The next morning, Lisa came into my room and woke me up. "Get dressed! It's breakfast time. Rose will also be here soon. See you down stairs in a minute!" I did as I was told (I seemed to have trouble saying no to her. I thought it was simply that she was providing for me) and came down stairs. We had breakfast and tea. How I loved tea time! Then it was time to meet rose. Rose arrived promptly and did Lisa's care first. Then she looked at my hair carefully. "It seems to be very healthy. I'll just do the ends. If your hair is adapting to the fresh clean air out here, I don't want to cut too much off," she explained. So she simply trimmed and evened my hair. I gasped when she handed me the mirror. "I look like a pixie! This is a girl's haircut!" I yelled. "Now Matthew dear, it's simply a short but full haircut. It's nothing. Now no worries and it does look good on you," Lisa said in a firm voice. "Oh, OK," I replied. My nails came next. Rose filed and shaped them. "Now for strength, some clear nail polish," she said. Rose finished up and left. Lisa told me that this would happen every second week. I felt a little weird, but the feeling quickly passed. That afternoon was dreadful! I was really starting to hate college. It was so dry and boring! As well, I was reminded that I needed to pay my tuition. Yuck! As well, I felt self concuss of my hair and body. I thought everyone was looking! I went right home to Lisa: it was the only place I felt safe! That evening, I confided in Lisa about the money and the fact I didn't like college. That made her strangely happy! "Then don't go! I'll arrange for you to get an education in the outside world. I can set you up with people! And we can do things together! It will be both fun and tailor made for you! Yes I can see it now!" she exclaimed. I admitted that I was worried that Mr. Cransen would kick me out. "No, he wouldn't. I'll make him understand. No worries!" Lisa offered. It sounded good. After evening tea and shower, I went to bed. The next day, I went to the college and quit. I was now free! I went home and Lisa told me to get in the car. As we drove, she said, "I think we both need some exercise. We are going to take ballet lessons together." I was in shock! We stopped at a large warehouse building in an industrial area. We where met at the door by Bridget, the owner of the center. "Bonjour. Welcome to French ballet school. I will be your instructor. Now in we go!" she said. Inside was a massive dance studio. "You two need clothes," Bridget said. She led us to the clothing area. All the clothing was in soft colors. Lisa picked out an outfit for herself - she got everything - leotard, tights, shoes, leg warmers, spandex underwear, hot pants, and a short cotton sweater. Her outfit was all in soft pink. She gave Bridget her credit card, and went and changed. She really looked good! I, on the other hand, didn't know what do! Bridget smiled and offered, "Ballet is a soft activity. You should pick clothes similar to Lisa's. Remember, this is only for dance!" Lisa chimed in with, "Yes, it's only for dancing class. You should have no worries about clothing." I looked at a good looking soft mauve leotard. "Hum..." I thought. I picked it up, and then Bridget handed me soft blue tights and spandex underpants. She also got me ballet slippers. "Now, to the change room," she said. I changed into the outfit, looked in a mirror, and thought to myself, "I look good in this!" I emerged for the change room, only to find the room cool. I said, "This room is kind of cold." Bridget picked out soft purple leg warmers. "These will keep your legs warm." They covered my whole leg. The soft material felt funny between my thighs as I walked. Bridget's next move was a sweater - her choice for me was a soft cotton sweater with purple horizontal stripes. Then she put a soft purple sweat band on my head. I looked in one of the mirrors hanging on the wall - I thought I looked perfect! Then Bridget led us through some stretching. I discovered my body was very supple and agile. Then we started dancing! I followed Bridget through some very demanding movements. I was really enjoying both the hard workout and the graceful dance. We swayed and jumped and twisted in a beautiful program of movement! I was surprised that I was in such good shape; and that I really loved to dance. The session ended after three hours of demanding dancing. I was hot and sweaty, but had never felt more alive. We changed into our street clothes (which I suddenly thought where plain and ugly), packed our dance clothes in bags, and left. On the way out, Bridget said, "You two will come twice a week for dance. I think you two will be good dancers in time." Lisa agreed, and we left. On the car ride home, I realized that the past afternoon must have cost a fortune! I asked Lisa about the cost but she said, "Don't worry about the cost! If it helps you, I don't worry about cost. Why should you worry, then?" She smiled, and I forgot about it. As we arrived home, I found a letter in the mailbox from the college. It was my bill for unpaid costs! I read the letter, and thought, "Oh my god! How will I pay this?! It's for $9500! I must get a job!" I hid the letter from Lisa and Mr. Cransen. I just couldn't involve them. That evening, at tea, Lisa asked if I was alright. I replied, "Yes, I'm fine." I hated lying to her, but I was lost. The next day, Lisa wanted for us to go clothes shopping. "I want to get you some funky new outfits. You can dress like a dancer all the time! I think you will look marvelous by the time we're done!" she exclaimed. "No, I can't come. I have other stuff to do today," I said. Lisa seemed hurt, and said, "Can I help? I want to help you. Tell me what is wrong and I'll fix it! I'm really starting to like you. Tell me!" I then said, "Just leave me alone! I can help myself!" I stormed out of the house. That day was so frustrating: I just couldn't find work anywhere. I skipped dinner and when home late. I was thinking of my missing tea. For some reason, I was craving it! I wonder what was up! I arrived home, and went in. Lisa was sitting in the living room. Again she asked," What's wrong? Why are you mad?" I replied, "None of your business. I am leaving soon, too." She gasped and started to cry. I went to bed. Later that night, I awoke because I felt something heavy across my legs. As I opened my eyes, I discovered I was pinned to the bed. Then the light came on. I was shocked to see Mr. Cransen sitting across my legs. He was holding a large wooden ruler. He spoke in a loud voice, "OK son. You've hurt people today. Daddy can't allow that! Daddy spanks for things like this!" He pulled my pajama bottoms down and started using the ruler to spank my ass! He was raining down sharp, hard smacks with the ruler. I started crying out, "Stop! Sir, why are you doing this?! It hurts!" At hearing that he started spanking harder! He yelled, "You will call my Daddy from now on! You live in daddy's house, and are now daddy's son! Daddy loves you and you tell daddy EVERYTHING that's going on! You ask daddy FIRST for HELP! And you treat mommy and all other adults around with respect! Any questions?" I was really crying by then-my bum hurt a lot and felt like it was on fire! He finished up with three quick hard smacks with his hand on my butt checks. He held me very close then and said in a soft voice, "Mommy and daddy love you. Daddy will get an adoption order for you soon. Now daddy knows you owe money! So tell daddy everything. Daddy wants you to be happy!" I blurted out, "I owe the college $9500! I have no money at all!" I was bawling very loudly then. Daddy then hugged me, and offered, "It's ok now. Daddy will deal with that tomorrow. We'll start having long chats, and doing stuff. OK?" I sniffed out, "Yes daddy. It's ok." Daddy then climbed off me, and Lisa came in to my room. She started rubbing cream on my bum. "I'm mommy from now on, dear. You don't hurt mommy anymore-you do as mommy says!" she said. I said, "Yes, mommy. I'll try!" She giggled and said, "Yes, mommy knows that." she fixed my pajama bottoms in place, covered me up, and turned out the light. The next morning, I went down stairs. The three of us had breakfast and tea. Mommy said, "I'm taking you for new clothes this morning. Then you go with daddy this afternoon. Now no worries and everything is OK." We drove to a small house that housed a seamstress. She and mommy talked for a minute, then she spoke, "My name is Shannon. I am going to clothe you." Shannon took some measurements, and then brought me some clothes. The outfit consisted of large white pajama type pants with no fly and a drawstring, a matching top with big red buttons and a mandarin collar, spandex underpants like I wore to dance, short cotton socks, ballet slippers, and a soft baby blue cashmere sweater. I quickly dressed in the clothes. In the mirror though, I thought I did look good. Mommy was happy with my new clothes and said to Shannon, "Boy, does he look good! I want him to have several of those outfits. He looks like a dancer now!" Shannon replied, "Yes, he does look like a dancer. He can wear ballet slippers with most of his clothes." Shannon then picked up my old clothes, and threw them in her garbage. Mommy then paid for my things, and we left. At a bag store, she got me a backpack with a rainbow picture on the back. "You need this for carrying things-besides your new pants have no pockets! I have no worries about the picture either. Do you?" she said. "It's cute," I giggled. We bought the backpack and left. As we drove home, mommy spoke, "Now you look like you feel. I'm going to get Rose to do your hair this week. It's getting all long and ratty." She was right - my hair was now shoulder length and very thick. I wondered silently about its length. What was happening to me? After lunch, daddy took me out. We went to the college and he paid off my debt. He simply gave them a certified check. I held daddy close-I thought everyone around me was looking at me! That part of my life was over. In a way, I was glad. After that, we drove to the head office of children's services. The executive director came out and took us into his office. He spoke, "So Mr. Cransen, you've told me you want to adopt. Is this the child?" Daddy said, "Yes, he is. I want to make him part of my family. I don't want any bureaucratic garbage or mumbo jumbo! Now, I want this to be short and sweet. I'd hate to think anything would affect my generous donation to you and your programs." The man swallowed hard, and finally spoke," Mr. Cransen, nothing will come between you and your wishes. I will personally oversee this adoption myself! We will fully support both you and your son through this process. If you need anything, you just ask. Now don't worry about a thing!" At that, he stood up, and came around the desk. He shook daddy's hand, and patted me on the head. "Now you just relax, son. We'll get everything straightened out!" he exclaimed. Daddy smiled - knew he was happy. After we left the office, we went for ice cream. As we sat there eating, daddy spoke, "Now, about your name. I'm renaming you. Your name is Stacey from now on. I like that name! Stacey Cransen-that's your name from now on, dear." I was now his son. In a little while, I'd be his child. I started to cry! Daddy hugged me, and whispered, "There, there. Daddy loves you! So does mommy! It's alright." I just sobbed on his shoulder. Before we went home, we stopped at a mall. We went to a jeweler. Daddy was looking at rings for mommy. I noticed some earrings in a case. "Aren't they pretty?" I asked daddy. Daddy agreed. "Oh, they are pierced. I can't wear them," I accidentally thought out loud. The sales girl heard this, and spoke, "I've never let that stand between me and a sale! We can pierce your ears." She got the piercing machine out of a cabinet and sat it on the counter. She then showed us a large selection of earrings that where mounted on a board. Daddy said, "I like those! Are they gold?" The sales girl responded, "24 carat gold, sir. And we have matching platinum studs for a second set of holes." I sat in the chair, daddy signed a form, and my ears where pierced in a matter of seconds. As I looked in the mirror, I thought it didn't look quite right. I playfully said, "I need silver studs too. I want all three precious metals in my ears! Please, daddy! Please!" Daddy smiled and said, "Sure!" The sales girl then added the silver studs. She washed my new piercings with an antiseptic solution. That stung a little! Then we went home. Mommy seemed pleased with my earrings. She liked them! And the next day, Rose styled my hair, giving me a shoulder length cut. She also gave me fabric ponytailers to hold my hair. She also filed and shaped my nails. They where very long, almost dagger like, but very strong. I looked good but felt funny. That evening at shower, I noticed how much my body had changed. I had lost most of my body hair. My skin was soft and supple. My body had also changed. I seemed to be smaller around my stomach, arms, and legs, but bigger though my bottom, chest, and hips. When I asked mommy about this, she smiled and said, "Now dear, no worries. You're still young. You're just growing. Now let's have tea." I accepted that. By now, Shannon had delivered my clothes. I wore full cut, big pajama suits in soft colors. None of the pants had a fly, but by then my penis had gotten so tiny that I sat on the toilet to pee. I used spandex underwear and soft socks that Bridget had supplied. I had soft sweaters to match my clothes. I wore ballet slippers all the time. I felt unique! My dancing had also really improved. Bridget had me dancing twice a week. "You could be a champion dancer someday!" she started telling me. I really enjoyed dancing! Mommy also had me start singing lessons. I went once a week. It was fun, but I started to wonder about my voice - the pitch seemed to be changing, as was the tone. It seemed to be getting softer and higher. Then I remembered what mommy said about me growing. Then came adoption day! I rose from my bed, showered (I often showered twice a day-the very thought of body odor or dirt on me made me cringe!), dressed in a soft cream and magenta pajama suit, spandex underpants, and new slipper shoes. I went downstairs and had breakfast with mommy and daddy. We all went to the courthouse. I was afraid, but mommy comforted me. She said, "Now dear, mommy has no worries about this. You should have no worries either! It will be over before you know it! And then I'll be your real mommy. How does that sound?" She smiled her big smile and I relaxed. We went into the judges chambers and sat down. He came in and talked to mommy and daddy. He said, "Now everything seems to be ready. I have no objection to this adoption. I set a limit of five days from now for any to be raised. I grant full custody and adoption to the Cransens'. What do you name your child?" Daddy spoke," We've already picked Stacey Cransen. That is his new name." The judge replied, "Nice choice," wrote out a form, patted my head, shook mommies and daddies hand, and left. After getting the papers processed, the clerk offered, "Congratulations!" I gave mommy and daddy the biggest hugs I could! I was so happy, I cried! That afternoon, mommy took my entire old ID and cut it up. I lost my drivers license, and everything! Mommy told me, "I have a new birth certificate for you. You are now 15 years old, and we have full custody and guardianship. You are now my child! Daddy will get a new social security number for you soon-he can deduct some of the cost of keeping you on his taxes! Now some rules: you must always have mommy or some other adult that mommy and daddy trust with you at all times. You must tell us anything that bothers you. You must tell us your wants and needs!" I hugged mommy and told her I understood. Then I heard the chimes of the ice cream man. I smiled and asked mommy, "Can I have some coins to get ice cream?" She took my hand, and we went out to his truck. Mommy bought me you ice cream that I wanted. We sat on the front step of the house, and mommy smiled and said, "You just ask mommy for what you want. You leave mommy issues to mommy and daddy, OK?" I just smiled and giggled. While I was very happy with my life, my body kept changing. Bridget said to me during dance class, "You need support up top. Let's find you a bra." I was stunned as she measured me. "You're a 36c," she explained. She picked out a sports bra for me. After I put it on, I felt much better. The pulling sensation vanished. I did a perfect routine that day! When mommy came to pick me up, Bridget explained about the bra. Mommy nodded her head in agreement, and asked Bridget to give me three more bras. "I'm sure it's a temporary thing! Now, no worries and start wearing them every day," mommy said. That evening, after my shower, I looked in the mirror. My penis was very small. I had breasts and hips. I thought to myself, "Why do I look this way? Did I always look like this?" My memory seemed very cloudy. I went to mommy to talk to her, and she smiled and said, "You are my child. I love you regardless of how you look. Now, you should have no worries about your appearance. You look fine." That made me feel better. We had tea together, and I went to bed. I slept very soundly that night. Daddy was changing during this time, as well. We started spending time together, doing things. We went for long walks in the park and started going for ice cream. He started bringing home gifts for me, like teddy bears and stuffed dolls. Each new gift made me feel very special! I would play with my dolls for hours at a time. I even started to dress some of my stuffed bears. I was really starting to love daddy-he was so good to me! He also started having me practice my ballet in the house. He and mommy would watch me dance, clap, and offer encouragement. I always wanted to dance well for them! They always seemed very happy when I danced! All seemed well. Life seemed perfect. My hair was now hanging down to my bum. Mommy started braiding it every morning in a big, fat braid. I enjoyed that! My skin was now totally smooth-I had almost no body hair. I had also outgrown my first bras-I was now a 40D! My breasts tingled as I washed them. My nipples and areolas had also gotten very large. Mommy had me rub a protective cream on them every night. I wondered about them, but somehow, they felt right. I also started wearing bright tights and leg warmers sometimes, in place of pants. I found them to be so comfy, it only seemed right. Some days I was very colorful! As well, Bobbie and I started regular play dates. I hadn't seen her for a while, because her visit used to conflict with my dancing. I loved playing with her! We played with dolls, and played games. I enjoyed her company! She seemed the only person I could relate too! Then one day, at dinner, mommy gave me funny juice to drink. "It's just fruit punch, silly!" she chided. I drank the punch - it was sweet and good. Mommy gave me fruit punch for the next three nights. However, those nights where very hard on me. I was very hot at night, and rolled all over the bed. On the third morning, I awoke and went to the bathroom. I noticed a moist, soft slit between my legs. I wondered about it - was something missing? Did I always have that hole? Mommy came into the bathroom then, and told me, "Now dear, just wipe that clean. From top to bottom-you know how. You're my special daughter and friend. Why don't you wear your leggings today? Now no worries-it's a beautiful day out!" I wiped myself clean and went to dress. I glanced at myself in a mirror - I was a cute girl with a loving family. But in my head, I thought something was wrong. I remembered today was dance class, and forgot about whatever was bothering me. Mommy was right - it was a beautiful day! PLOT NOTES: as this story is written in first person, a reader may have trouble following the transition. Is you missed any points and are now asking, "How did that work?" Here is the solution: 1) The main chemical/virus combination was in liquid form. What liquid did he drink all story long? The tea, of course! The final medication to fully change him was found in the fruit punch. The lemonade was a red herring. It was normal! 2) His mind was reprogrammed at night, as he slept. A subliminal suggestion tape was used. This results in the deep sleep state that is mentioned. 3) The music that was played in both the car and his first visit to the house also used this technique. That's why he comes to the house so quickly. 4) His new father uses punishment reward to change him. 5) The medication basically turns his memory to mush. Thus she doesn't even really remember manhood! 6) This story also uses acceptance words. Did you catch the phrase, "no worries"? During early programming (see #2, above) he was given these words to make him accept changes. The words sound innocent, but they redirect his mind to accept something that is happening. Hope you caught all the clues!