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Author's notes: this is the third part in my story set that started with artist in residence. This time, only some basic points are the same- otherwise, it's a totally new story. This one has a strong work component-you'll see what that means! As well, this story (unfortunately) uses scene splits. They are clearly marked and explained. It's like a movie, where you're shown different areas. They shouldn't be a problem. Story notes: this continues the continuum that started two stories ago. This one is quite different-the family is produced because of the transition, not before. So that means that some areas that where similar in previous work are very different here! It's also (for a time) the final story in this series. While I have plot ideas beyond this, I think it needs a rest. But I'll come back here soon! I've also decided to leave out the answer list at the end of the story. If people are stumped, please leave a note in the review area, and I'll post the solution there! Legal: DO NOT REPOST, COPY, HARD COPY, OR CHANGE AND REPOST! I RESERVE ALL RIGHTS TO THIS STORY! This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to people or places, living or dead, is a coincidence. This work features, mind control, forced gender change, "Identity death" (whatever that means), and an act of violence! If any of this offends you, do not read! Hope everyone enjoys: Youth program placement By Bojok71 Prologue: "I've almost finished your hair, Marie. But one question: why do you seem so sad?" said Rose. "It's just that I'm lonely. Now that Dave has left, I find I'm very lonely. How I wish I had someone in my life-someone to share things with," responded Marie. At that she began to cry. Rose smiled a sinister grin, and asked, "If I could help you get a teenage daughter, who loved clothes and style as much as you, would you want that? And promise to love her forever?" Marie sobbed and finally asked, "How could you do that? A daughter made to order? I don't believe it!" Rose grinned again and began to explain, "I have another client...they made a daughter by...they control a chemical solution...it's worked twice before. Now I can set up a time to meet them. If you agree to follow the plan, and keep everything quiet, you can have that daughter. Now do you want in, or not?" Marie gasped, and giggled, "That sounds like a bad novel, but I'll meet them. It sounds, interesting." Rose smiled, and agreed. Three days later, on the phone. "I have the certified check ready. I still don't believe this, but the pictures and documents you showed me seemed to prove your claim. I can't wait!" From the other end of the line, "OK then. But remember, this takes time! And you've got to follow the whole process exactly as it's given to you. I'm also frankly worried about your lack of a man in the house. That's part of the process!" Marie then said into the handset, "Oh, I've found one. So don't worry. When can I expect delivery of my program?" Two weeks later, at a huge local mall, Marie has the following conversation with a store manager: "Now Ma'am, I can do everything you've asked me too. This sounds a little strange, but my business is struggling so I need the money! I will start ordering the clothes you want ASAP. And sure, for you, I can do private shopping. Just tell me when!" Marie replied, "Good. Now just remember, if you screw up, I will close you down for good! Any questions?" The store manager said, "Yes, I understand. I will do everything you ask! Now about that list of things in the rest of the mall..." Notes: the story now shifts into first person. It was a grey day all around. Here I was, a 22 year old man, with no future. I was scrubbing toilets and delivering pizza to survive. As well, I owed over $18000 for failed education attempts, an early divorce, and just plain stupidity! I wondered if life could get any worse! Then one morning I was reading the classified section of the local paper when I hit upon what appeared to be a rather different ad: COMMUNITY PROGRAM SEEKS UNEMPLOYED YOUTH BETWEEN 19-25 FOR TRAINING WITH SUCCESSFUL LOCAL EANTERPURNER. PHONE 99456337833. I FIGURED," What do I have to lose?" So later that day I phoned the number. However, the phone message was, in fact, a series of questions. The questions ranged from "What day is it?" to "describe the color red to a blind person." I answered the questions as best I could. At the end, the message said," You have finished the first test. We have recorded this phone number to find you if we need to. If you do not hear back from us, thank you for your interest. Good day." The line then went dead. Notes: the scene now shifts to Marie's office, 10 days later. She is reading a computer screen. All the phone interview data is on it. The story now goes back to third person. "Hmm..." she hummed. "344 responses," she said to herself. The readout offered: voice analysis: Female 241, Male 101. She deleted all the female files. They where not needed for this process. She then looked at the test results for the males. She eliminated any with a test score below 75%, as per the criteria of the test. In fact, she had paid a team of local psychologists over $250000 for this custom screening tool. "Worth every penny!" she thought to herself. The results screen came up again: 18 matches. She then compared those matches with the government database. She eliminated 9 results that had good jobs, 2 who had strong local families, and 2 who had advanced degrees. She then used the government prison records database to eliminate 2 more. She printed out the final three names on the list. Those where her best choices. That evening, she tried to phone the three. One had lost interest. She booked interviews with the other two for the next day. Little did they know where or with whom...? Notes: story shifts back to first person, the young man from above. I arrived promptly at 14h30 for the interview. I had trouble finding the place-it was in back of a very expensive ladies clothing store! The room used for the interview was very feminine-soft pink paint on the walls, large cream colored stuffed couches. I noticed soft classical music playing quietly in the background. A woman, wearing a very expensive looking pant suit entered the room. "I'm Marie Palanio. I'm going to conduct your interview now. By the way, I also run the program," she began. I perked up when she said that I was one of two candidates picked for one position out of 344. The interview was long, close to two hours. The conversation seemed to drift over all sorts of topics. While the job description was hazy, it seemed as though the job was as her personal assistant. At the end of the interview, she smiled, thanked me for coming, and walked me out. She said, "I will get back to you in a few days. Any questions?" I thought for a moment, then asked, "Who funds this project? I figured government would fund more then one position." She smiled, then said, "There is no government funding. This project comes out of my own pocket!" We shook hands, and I left. That evening, I found myself thinking about Ms. Palanio frequently. I really seemed to want that job! The next day, after a hard day of making pizza, I returned home to find a message on my phone. It was Ms. Palanio! She wanted to talk to me again. She left a cell phone number, and instructed me to call her as soon as I got the message! I imminently returned her call. We agreed on a time to meet the next day. That night I had a hard time sleeping, I was so excited! We met the next day, at the same clothing shop, and I learned the good news. I had the job! "I can quit today, and start in two weeks," I said. "No, James. You start NOW. I will arrange with your other employers. Don't worry about a thing!" she confidently replied. I gasped and finally said, "Ms. Palanio! You can't do that! It would cost you a lot of money! I couldn't accept that! I will work three jobs for a while I guess." She grinned, dug something out of her purse, and showed it to me. It was a bank passbook. "See the final line? That's only some of my money," she said. The number was in the six figures! She continued, "And that money is only for use in this mall. I have many, many more accounts and investments. In fact, I pay a team of accountants just to tend to my money. So don't think buying off a few small time merchants is hard for me. Do you understand, James?" I could only gasp and nod. We then went down a long hall, off the mall. We used a private elevator to reach her office. We signed some forms, mostly on confidentiality. When I finally worked up the nerve to ask about pay, Ms. Palanio giggled, and said, "Oh, you'll be well looked after. Don't worry about a thing. By the way, I like classical music-do you mind?" "Oh, No. not at all!" I replied. She talked about her wealth, her many interests, and her charity work. My mind really seemed to notice the music in the background. I thought it was just the fact that I liked the music. About half way through that session, she opened a bar fridge that was in the room. "I find that long conversations make me thirsty. Maintaining a good voice requires a moist mouth and lips. Here's some very expensive bottled water to drink," she explained. I thought I saw her take one from the top shelf, and one from the bottom shelf, but I figured it was simply the way she had stored it. She was right, I was thirsty. I commented, "This water seems to sparkle." She replied, "Oh, that. It's simply mineral salts that are dissolved in the water. I have this imported from a mineral spring in Europe. It supposedly has healing powers." We drank the water, and made small talk. She informed me that eventually we would go shopping for clothes, get to know each other, and go for dinner to celebrate my hiring. I asked her, "How long does this job last anyway?" She smiled and replied, "Depending on your performance, it may last for ever!" I was very excited and had a hard time not showing it! The next day I was introduced to her secretary, Amber. I spent the morning helping Amber do some financial filing. I was amazed to see just how wealthy Ms. Palanio actually was! Amber was very talkative. "She's, like, the best boss! She's always buying treats. And if you need, like, anything, you just ask her! Oh, by the way, what do you think of my suit?" Then, for the first time, I noticed how well she was dressed. She wore a very fancy pair of white Capri style pants. The waist was decorated with white buttons, but it was held up with a zipper on the side. An oversized white sport jacket, red top, and green heels completed the outfit. For jewelry, she wore a big gold necklace and several earrings. I commented, "It's very...stylish!" I didn't want to appear flustered. But I really liked that outfit! About halfway through the work, Amber said, "We can stop for a minute. Let's have a drink." She got some more water bottles from the fridge. Again, I noticed that her bottle came from the top, and mine came from the bottom. I asked her, "Why are the bottles divided like that?" She answered, "It's simply that the bottom ones are a little older. As the new arrival, you drink the older water. But it's still good!" That made sense. I finished the drink, and we finished the work. The next couple of days where spent learning the office routines, and getting information from Ms. Palanio. During the second day, we went to the cell phone place, and Ms. Palanio picked me up a cell phone. "Here's your special order phone, Ma'am!" the clerk said. She handed me the box, and I opened it. The phone was the fanciest one on the market-internet, camera, and full features. The only issue was the color. It was pink! I blushed at the color. She seemed to read my mind, and said, "Pink is my favorite color. Besides, no one will notice." That afternoon I read the manual, and learned its features. Ms. Palanio gave me one warning about the phone. "I can activate it remotely. I can page you on it anytime I need you. I expect you to respond imminently to any page, regardless of the time. Do you understand this?" she said. "Oh, yes, yes, I understand! No problem!" That night as I went to bed, I noticed how drab and ugly my apartment was. I put the phone on my bed stand (Just in case) and went to sleep. That night I had a very deep sleep. I awoke, to my horror, to find the phone flashing! I hurriedly returned her call. "I needed some research done for an emergency stock deal in Japan. I couldn't find you. What happened?" Ms. Palanio said. I responded, "I'm very sorry! I don't know how I missed the call. Did we lose any money?" "No, we didn't. We'll discuss this in the afternoon." That afternoon I agreed to set the phone volume on maximum. Ms. Palanio also asked me about travel time and methods. I admitted that it took me over an hour to come in by bus. She gasped and said, "That is both too long and too dirty. I own a large double town home over in the gated community across the street from here. Why don't you move in with me? I have so much space; I doubt I'd even see you." I stuttered out, "Oh, no. you're my boss. I just couldn't!" She sighed, and responded, "All right, but one more mistake like that, and I may insist! And remember, it's no problem at all!" That day, at break, as we all sat drinking her supply of bottled water. I asked about other drinks. This would be the first time I would see her angry. "NO! The reason why we drink water is simple! It has no calories, no caffeine, and is good for you. Speaking of calories-you could stand to lose a little weight! I don't want frumpy people working for me! You are going to start coming with me to the gym!" she angrily exclaimed. I meekly apologized. That night, I checked the phone at bed time. I made sure the volume was high. I again fell into a deep sleep. I awoke at 8h00! I was late, why had I not heard my alarm! And the missed call light was blinking! I hurriedly dressed and headed for work. On the bus ride in I called Ms. Palanio. Surprisingly, she wasn't upset, but merely said, "You are late for work, and last night you missed a call AGAIN. I didn't lose anything, but I'm frankly worried. Here's the choice: either move into my house or lose your job. Get back to me later today. Be sure to think this through!" That afternoon, after water break, I asked Ms. Palanio if I could see her home. We walked over to it. I was in awe at the size and extravagance of the place! It was indeed huge! I fell in love with it instantly. "I don't want to leave! Can I really come live here?" I happily exclaimed. "Why, yes. Why did you think I offered?" she said, continuing with, "Let's go get your clothes." She led me to the parking spaces. A fleet of vehicles where parked there. We boarded a Cadillac and drove to my old apartment. On the ride over, I was told to forget my furniture and stuff. "Just pack your clothes. That's all you need," she explained. At the unit I packed up my clothes. She wrote a check, and left it there. As we drove off, she phoned my old landlord, "There is a check for $2000 in the unit. I do suggest you take it, or I will tell the 'Boys' where you are hiding. I hear you owe the 'Boys' big. Now are we in agreement? Good!" After washing my clothes, and showering, I went to bed. The bed was new, and of high quality. Again, I slept very well. The next morning, as I dressed, I noticed how long my hair was. I also noticed my nails. They had become very long and thick! In the bathroom, I thought, "When did I last shave?" I remembered it was a couple of days ago, but I had very little beard growth. Most of my face also felt very soft. I asked Ms. Palanio for nail clippers at breakfast, but she said, "No James. My stylist is coming in late this afternoon to do my hair and nails. I will get her to do your, as well. Now, it's no problem at all!" That afternoon, at the house I met her stylist, Rose. She trimmed my hair, and filed and shaped my nails. As she applied a clear top coat, I asked what she was doing. "I've shaped and trimmed your nails, so they are not rough or uneven. As well, to be healthy, a nail needs some length. This coat is only for strength. As for your hair, I trimmed it. It looks good!" Ms. Palanio, said, "It's no problem at all. At least I don't think so." Looking in the mirror, I thought, "Boy, I've never looked like this before!" My hair was now somewhat long, and fell softly over my ears and neck. Rose had shown me how to comb out my bangs. I felt funny, but in a good way. The next day, as we walked to the office, Ms. Palanio brought up an issue: "Now James, can you please stop calling me Ms. Palanio? You don't hear Amber call me that, now, do you?" I agreed, and asked, "So, what do I call you?" She said in a soft voice, "Just call me Marie." That felt funny, but she was right. I was the only party using a formal name for her. "OK," I replied. We both giggled. I noticed I had started giggling a lot. I thought it was just being around women all day. The rest of the day passed by normally, save water breaks. That evening, Marie told me, "Tomorrow you are coming with me to the gym. We will exercise for a time. We will also get you some new clothes. I don't want anyone working for me who wears old and dirty clothes, OK?" I could only agree. Besides I was in need of exercise, as being around perfect bodies all day was upsetting, to say the least. The next morning we drove to the gym. I was surprised to learn that this place was, in fact, mostly a women's gym! I was scared to go in, but Marie said, "I work out during a private appointment. No one else is there, except occasionally Amber, and two instructors. Now, our first stop will be the clothing boutique, where we can get you some exercise clothes. And paying for them is no problem, either." The clothing area was, in fact a large store. A very nice sales woman came up to us right away and offered, "Can I be of any help at all?" Marie responded, "Yes, my prot?g?e here needs some exercise wear. Can you help?" The sales lady responded, "Oh, yes! Yes, we can!" She started moving quickly through several racks, picking clothes, under things, and shoes. She took me over to the change room, and gave me the clothes. I examined the outfit. It consisted of black cotton-spandex pants that had bell bottoms and "honey" in silver thread on the bottom, a soft blue t-shirt, and a hooded top that matched the pants. Also included where soft spandex underpants, socks, and running shoes. After I dressed and looked in the mirror, I realized that the pants where cut low, and the top and t-shirt where cut high. My belly button and part of my stomach where on display! I reluctantly left the dressing room, only to find Marie smiling. "That outfit looks good on you!" she exclaimed. "I look a little, girlish, don't you think? Part of my stomach is bare!" I retorted. "No, no, you don't!" Marie offered. "Those clothes look good on you. And as for your tummy, I think it will serve as a reminder to you as to why we are here. I see no problem, so why do you?" "Well...I guess you are right," I finally responded. Marie quickly changed into a similar outfit, and we entered the gym. A female instructor led us through 90 minutes of weight training. While I was sweating and working hard, I was surprised at how weak I was. It seemed I had lost part of my strength! After workout, another woman led us through yoga and stretching. I was again surprised, as my body seemed very supple. We finished with 30 minutes of dancing. After the workout, we showered there (I was very glad that the shower was completely private!) and headed for the mall. As we arrived at the mall, Marie said, "I think you need new clothes for office use too. We will get them this morning." After a quick cell phone call to Amber to tell her where we where, we went shopping. We stopped at the store that I had been interviewed in. however the name had changed. It was now just a clothing store. The same woman manager who had been there during my interview greeted us. "My prot?g?e here needs good clothes for both the office and day use. He needs a whole new wardrobe!" The woman smiled, and replied, "Come on! I think I have just the thing!" It was basically a suit, but it was strange. The pants where soft blue stripe, very fully cut, and used suspenders to keep them up. The shirt was also soft blue, with hidden buttons. The jacket was the same stripe as the pants and also fully cut. I was given the clothing and new underwear, and sent to the change room. As I dressed, I imminently noticed that the pants had only decretive blue buttons on the front. There was no fly or snap. Hidden elastic in the waist kept the pants up. The jacket was comfortable, but big. Just as I was finishing, Marie poked her head in the door. "Here is a tie and some socks," she said. The tie was dark blue, large, and simply fastened with a zipper. The knot, which was several inches down the tie from my throat, was merely decretive. It looked more like a necklace then a tie. I looked in a mirror. The suit's rich woolen fabric was evident. I thought, "I do look good, even if a little different!" Marie asked if I liked the suit. I replied, "Oh, yes, I do. It's just that it feels different." The sales lady spoke up, "That's a $1000 suit. It's made of fine woolen fabric. That's why it feels different! Now, he needs shoes." She brought me soft blue shoes that slipped on. Marie then spoke, "That's only one outfit. You need a whole range of clothes! Every thing must be new: I'm going to throw your old 'poor person' clothes in the rubbish when we get home." I worried a little as other suits appeared. One was white, with a double breasted jacket. One was soft magenta, one was pink, and one was red! But as I tried them all on, any worries I had disappeared. Then I picked out things like soft sweaters and a pair of full cut soft green cargo pants. Marie was there, constantly agreeing with my choices, and offering advice, like holding up a soft yellow track suit. Her constant reply was, "No problem!" As we checked out I saw the bill-I had bought over $13500 worth of clothes. Marie paid the bill, smiled, and said, "No problem! Really no problem at all! I can afford this. You deserve it!" We left the store heavy with bags, and took them to her car. Marie spoke, "Most those clothes have no working pockets! You will need a bag of some sort!" We went to a store that sold bags. I picked out a large leather bag in black. I figured it could be used to carry things. We then headed for the office. Amber greeted me with, "That is a lovely out fit!" I was thirsty so I asked Marie for some water. She brought me a bottle, and I drank it. I was really starting to like that water! That evening, we returned to the mall. Marie got me soft silk pajamas. She caught me looking at some very stylish jeans in a shop window. "Do you like those?" she asked. I started giggling. "You can at least try them on. I think they will look good on you," she continued. Then she grabbed my arm and took me into the store. She asked the clerk to bring me a pair of jeans like those in the window. The girl smiled, looked me up and down, and vanished to the back of the store. The saleslady said, on her return, "I didn't know which ones you where asking about. So I brought you out all three types that where on display. Let's go to the change room." Back in the changing area, for the first time, I could touch and feel the material of the jeans. One pair had a low cut waist, button fly, and bell bottoms. The next featured a cotton spandex mix, and tapered legs. The third and most outrageous, where made of pink corduroy, and featured soft pink fabric ruffles at the bottom of the legs. This pair also featured no slap or button, only and exposed zipper. I decided it would be best to start with the tapered leg pair-they seemed the most businesslike. As I put them on, I discovered that the button was only a decoration: the actual closure was a zipper on the back! But as I looked in the mirror, I thought, "Boy, do these pants suit me. They sculpt and shape my legs and bottom." I also notices small gold snaps to hold the pockets closed. I thought I looked very elegant! I then opened the door, and faced Marie. She smiled and said, "Those pants really make you look good! Do you want them?" I replied, "Well, if it's not too much trouble. I feel bad spending your money." Marie rolled her eyes, and spoke, "No problem. Don't think about my money. I want you to be happy. And if your happiness means $235 jeans, then it means $235 jeans! Now I think you need boots, a top, and a jacket to finish off that outfit!" At that the saleslady sprung into action. She returned a few minutes later with more clothes. She gave me a soft cream colored shirt, a gold colored belt, brown boots, and a jacket made of the same material as the pants. I quickly dressed and looked in the mirror: I thought I looked very stylish! Next I tried the low cut jeans. I was amazed to see the top of my underpants showing above the jeans! "How sexy!" I thought. Again the saleslady brought extra clothing - a short T-shirt in red, a small round leather cap, black ankle boots, and a short dark denim jacket. The person in the mirror simply oozed sex! My long hair and slim waist looked very good. Marie commented, "Oh la-la! Sexy! You can wear that outfit to go clubbing, or to concerts. You look very, very hot in that!" I could only grin and giggle and Marie's comments. The final pair of jeans I feared the worst! However, for Marie's sake I put them on. I felt kind on artsy, and fun! Marie, capon seeing the jeans, smiled and said, "They look good on you! They'd be ideal for parties and going places with Amber. She likes you, by the way. Now that outfit is no problem!" Again the saleslady brought extra clothes- short fur boots, a big sweater featuring soft multi color squares, a soft floppy hat, and a faux leather jacket. Again I was strangely taken up with the clothes. Marie simply told the sales lady, "We will take everything!" She handed over her debit card, and the sales lady quickly closed the sale. I dressed in my new low cut jean outfit, and the others where quickly packed up. We left with several bags. As we walked the mall, I noticed that many people, both men and women, where giving me the once over. I thought to my self," I must look good!" We stopped and a makeup stand and Marie had her face done. I suddenly felt envious of her. I grunted and shuttered. She caught this, and asked, "Would you like your face done too? Go right ahead." So I sat down, and the girl went to work. Before long she was done. I gasped as I saw myself in the mirror - my soft purple and black eye makeup, highlighted with gold sparkle, my full dark red lips, and my soft facial colors. She had also colored my eyebrows darkd. Before I could say anything, she pulled my hair back into a large ponytail. She tied the ponytail off with a black ribbon, and replaced my cap. "You look excellent! That's one of my best makeup jobs!" the girl said. She took a Polaroid picture, and gave it to me as a souvenir. Our next stop was a jeweler. Marie bought me a gold necklace. As I admired the necklace, I noticed a display of earrings. I looked intently at them. Marie asked," Would you like earrings?" I answered, "Well, yes. I mean you and Amber have several earrings per side. Why can't I?" The sales lady, hearing our conversation, had already brought out the piercing machine. I got three holes per side, featuring different size gold studs. The sales lady cleaned my new piercing with antiseptic-that stung! Then she said," I think you need another earring-something small." She placed a small diamond stud between the final two studs in my left ear. "I think that is on the proper side!" she said. I stared at myself in the mirror-"god I look good!" I thought. We left the jeweler and wondered the mall. As I washed off the makeup before bed, I thought to myself, "Why do I suddenly like high fashion and makeup? Did I always like this stuff?" My mind seemed hazy. As I brushed out my long hair, I thought about my future. I didn't feel at all worried. I fact, I was looking forward to the future. The next morning Marie woke me up and we ate breakfast. "Now this morning-first we will pack up all your old clothes and throw them out. Then you can put your new clothes in your closet. Then shower, dress, and come to the office. I want Amber to see you all dressed up," she instructed. I quickly agreed to this chore. She left for work, and I set myself to the task at hand. I dressed in my yellow track suit, sandals, and pulled my now long hair into a ponytail. I got some garbage bags and started packing. I wondered out loud, "How did I wear this crap? It is so plain, ugly, and drab!" I quickly ferried the bags to the dumpster, and pitched it all. I then went back to the unit, and showered. As I washed, I noticed my body-I now had thin arms and legs. My stomach was firm-I figured a result of working out regularly-but why weren't my arms growing too? My skin was hairless and very supple. The only body hair I had was on my legs, underarms, and crotch. I suddenly wanted that off too! I washed my now long, thick hair with expensive shampoo and conditioner. As I dried my self, I really wanted to shave my underarms and legs! I ran naked from the shower, got my cell phone and called Marie. I was blubbering as she answered. "Help me! Please!" I whined. "What's wrong, dear? Why are you crying?" Marie gently responded. "I need advice on removing my ugly body hair! It's so disgusting! Please help!" I whined. "Now, dear, you just go and run yourself a hot bath. I will bring you the things you need. Now go!" she firmly but gently instructed. I had barely finished running the bath when she arrived. She gave me a razor and soft pink tinged gel to shave my legs. She then gave me small scissors to trim down my underarm hair, followed by more shaving. Then, she put out a skin cream for me to use. She then left the bathroom. I noticed my pubic hair then, I wanted that off too! I noticed Marie's battery powered electric trimmer on the counter. I grabbed it, put in a new foil, and shaved my crotch! The result was prickly, so I used the safety razor. I shaved the whole thing bare! I dried, and then used the cream. I looked in the mirror - I was now totally smooth and hair free! At that, I then left the bathroom. I started shaving my body every few days. I dressed in my white suit and shoes then did my hair in a ponytail. We then left for the office. Amber greeted us warmly, complimenting me on my new jewelry. "Are you thirsty?" Amber said. "Yes, I need water!" I replied. She brought me a bottle. It quenched my thirst. The rest of the day passed normally. That evening, Rose came to do our hair. She used an electric tool called a crimper to add more volume to some of my hair. Then she wrapped me in a large towel, and added blonde highlights. My once mousey hair was now alive with streaks of blonde. I could only whimper, "I love it...I love it!" "Now for some drama!" Rose offered. She then dyed four locks of hair jet black! Marie was smiling as this happened. "The black adds character to your hair. No problem! I like it!" Marie said. Rose then offered me instruction, "You must use only fabric scrunchies and ponytailers in your hair. Otherwise, it will break! Now I will touch up the dye job every few weeks, so it will not fade! Any questions?" I nodded no. I hugged Rose as she left, I was so happy! That evening, as Marie and I watched TV, she commented that she was very happy with me. Scene shift: Marie's office, the next morning. She is on the phone. "Good, so you got the check? And his recommendation?" she spoke. "So you know what I want...what kind of warrant? OK...he will be adoptable then? EXCELLENT!! Your best officer...GOOD! We move tonight!" she finished. That morning, she was in the office of the head of local children's services. The head's eyes were large as he looked at a check. Marie asked, "So you can really do it? I want results! And I want them now!" He smiled and offered, "Yes, of course we can! But as you're a single woman, we'll lend you a youth probation officer. After he is 'caught', we'll get you a warrled a 'y-spg'. That means youth-supervision, protection, and guidance. Then you can move into youth court and adopt! It will be a mere formality then,ant cal as you'll already be in control. I've already arranged a judge. You'll need another check for him: his 'fee' is only $5000. That's cheap. And you can trust him." The two shook hands and she left. Scene change: back to first person - James is at home - it is evening. "So, what did you do today?" Marie asked me. "Not much. There was little to do in the office, and Amber wasn't there. Where did you go today?" "Oh, I went here and there. Nothing overly important." Then the doorbell rang. A moment later a huge man in a uniform was standing in the living room. "Are you James?" he demanded. "Yes, I am. What is this about?" I asked. He grabbed me, and forced my hands behind my back. I suddenly felt cold metal rings around them: I was handcuffed! He then pushed my down, face first, over the end of the couch. He pulled my pants and underpants down to my ankles. "You're out of control, boy. I've seen reports of you shoplifting, and smoking, and trying to start fights. Now, we need to straighten you out!" He then started spanking me! Hard, strong smacks rained down on my butt. I started to cry! As he spanked he explained things, "Now, this fine woman here, is going to receive a warrant to supervise you! She will have full power over you, so I suggest you start listening to her! Otherwise, it's...really horrible!" Marie spoke, "Yes, it would be. BUT, I think I can help! I can administer the warrant if you start calling me mommy! I want you to be part of family-a son to call my own! Now, it's jail or mommy. PICK ONE!" The officer, who was continuing to spank me very hard, spoke, "I think you need a mommy, boy! Someone who will love you, and discipline you, and help you!" I was sobbing! I finally whimpered, "OK mommy. All is good! Please make him stop! Please!" I was crying hard, and helpless. The officer then stopped, and removed the handcuffs. He gave Marie a piece of paper. "You two have court tomorrow. We'll get all this straightened out!" He then left. That night, as I prepared for bed, I thought a lot about Marie. How long had I been here? Where was I before? I vaguely remembered her rescuing me from a dirty place. I guessed she really cared about me! My home, my clothes, and my life I owed her. I hollered, "Mommy!" and she came. She smiled and said, "You must use that name for me from now on." I started to cry then. She hugged me, saying, "No problem. Now go to sleep. In the morning, you will be my son!" At that I went to bed, and fell into a deep sleep. The next morning we went to court. A legal services worker offered me a lawyer. I refused - I didn't want to fight this! The judge seemed very nice. "Now, Ms. Palanio, as you're adopting, I'm going to combine the warrant and your adoption. I grant you full custody, and adoption. I call for a period of five days, including the weekend, for anyone to raise objection. You will hold the warrant for six months, but no other legal action will be taken," he explained. He then smiled and addressed me. "Now son, you've got a mother! Listen to her, and obey her, otherwise, you're going to jail!" At that he came over to me, and said softly, "You be a good boy! You've got a good mother now!" He patted my head, rubbed my back, and shook mommy's hand. He got a form and asked mommy, "What is the name of your new child?" I thought I heard mommy reply "Don". I was beside myself, and in tears. I didn't hear mommy spell it. I just figured that whatever spelling, I'd take it. I was so happy; I had a hard time remembering my old mommy. We then went down to the clerk's office, and mommy got a new birth certificate for me. We then left the court house. As we drove to the office, mommy spoke, "Now honey, about your age. You are now 15 years old. That's no problem. You are a dependent minor. You will follow all mommies' rules, and do as mommy asks. You will be good at all times. You will ask mommy for pocket money as you need it-mommy will look after all your other expenses. Now, there are no problems. Your allowance is very generous! Mommy has also paid off all your past debt, so you don't owe anyone anything! How does that sound? Any questions?" I thought for a minute, looked at her smile, and said, "No mommy. Now can I borrow the credit card? I want to go shopping!" Mommy just smiled and giggled. That afternoon, we did hit the mall. I went to the jeans store, and noticed a white denim jacket and white jeans. I said, "I want those, mommy!" "Of course, dear. But you'll need underpants, boots, t-shirt, and socks!" mommy replied. The salesgirl soon brought me the items - white western boots, a white, high cut t-shirt, and socks. I was surprised that the underpants where a thong, but on seeing the very low cut of the jeans, thought it best. As I stripped in the change room, I noticed just how meager my penis was. The thong fit well! As soon as I dressed, I looked in the mirror. The delicate top of the thong showed over my jeans. The boots looked smashing. The jacket was beautiful! I picked out a chain belt and a small white cowboy hat as accessories. As mommy paid the bill, the lady asked us, "If you want all the latest jeans and fashions, would you like to come and work here two afternoons and one evening a week? As my assistant?" At that I smiled-but waited for mommy to approve. She smiled and spoke, "Yes, yes I think so. But only two afternoons a week - the evenings are family time!" The lady agreed, and I left happy. The office was so boring, and I really didn't understand the work there anymore-nor did I ever? I also signed up for guitar lessons once a week, a craft class, and counseling with a lady from children's services. My "allowance" went mostly to stuffed animals, dolls, video games, movies, and fast food. It never seemed to run out, or at least mommy never caused it to run out! I was happy now! But my body continued to change. My stomach had shrunk and gotten hard, but my hips, thighs, and bottom had filled out. I also started to develop breasts! At that mommy simply smiled, and said, "No problem-we will get you a bra. I'm sure it's nothing!" So we went and I got some bras. I found that, once they where supported, I didn't notice them! I was keeping Rose busy, too. I discovered I loved colorful streaks and highlights. Some weeks I used green, others blue. I definitely stood out! As well, she tended to my nails, which by now where long and strong. She used nail polish that complimented my hair choices. I loved the other teens at the jean shop, and soon was outfitting many young females. Some became friends. I started going to concerts, birthday parties, and outings with them. I started writing to foreign youth asking for post cards. I soon had quite a collection! One constant throughout all this was mommy. She helped me pick friends, gave me advice, on social stuff, and in general became my best friend. She was always ready to chaperone us, take us places, and spend time with me. She always packed that bottled water for me to drink, as well as food and change in a small insulated pack that fit into my bag. I loved our long, deep discussions. All seemed well. The only real issue was my mind. I seemed to be caught up in all sorts of teen behavior-music, social scene, friendships, and the mall. But I wondered-was I always like this? Then a favorite song or activity would come up, and I'd forget it. And my body kept changing-my hair was waist lengthy and thick! I usually wore it in colorful braids, or a ponytail! My skin was perfectly soft. I had breast and hips, but my penis was so small that it was nonexistent. I figured it was simply growth. Then one evening, mommy poured me fruit punch to drink. I didn't think anything of it, but, for some reason, I felt strange! I had a hard time sleeping for the next few nights. I would feel hot, then cold, and then roll around the bed. Then one morning I awoke and showered. As I washed between my legs, I thought, "Is something missing? Shouldn't there be something else here?" No that soft, moist slit was the proper thing there. I examined my self there. "Hmm... lips, hole, wow! Fun to touch. I think it's right. Nothing's missing." I finished my shower, and went to dress. Downstairs mommy was making breakfast. She smiled and asked, "How is my daughter today. How is Dawn?" I giggled and answered, "I'm fine mommy. What's new?" "Well, we are moving next week. To the other side of the city. But don't worry, the mall will stay the same," mom replied. I was so happy - a new home! Yes, it was going to be a great week. Scene change: Maries' office. She has opened a secret door hidden behind a panel. A large computer and audio system is there. "I guess I wouldn't need this anymore. This system changed hypnotized all the mall patrons- they never gave Dawn a second look. And it made all the kids like her and accept her as both one of their own, and a girl! I also know that jean store will close next week - I set it up that way-but it will reopen nearer to us, under the guise of cheaper rent. Then Dawn will have no reason to come here!" she thought to herself. Looking at the machine, she thought, "Maybe I can rent this for the next election..."