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Editor's notes: Well this one wasn't easy, that's for sure! It was conceived, and articulated by someone else-and that someone is the main person in the story. In other words, this is about a real individual. However, taking her small tidbits of writing, both on disk and on paper, and combining them into a workable article was very difficult. As well, the first draft had a lot of holes, so I interviewed her to get more details. Here is the final draft. Some points: 1) It#s long! At 60+k, one of the longest pieces recently published on fictionmania. It got this way, because as an editor, I couldn't cut anything out. The parts range from the mundane to the gripping. 2) Most physical things mentioned, are in fact real-homes, vehicles, and places are real. I've changed names, and left out some place details to protect peoples' identities. That said, I cannot vouch for a lot of the scenes. Some may be real; some may be wishful thinking on her part. You can believe what you want to believe. I've only edited the work. 3) This is a sissy tale. And I hope you enjoy it! As I said, earlier, this was a hard edit. As well, I acknowledge the time line may seem odd. This is one place where things seemed foggy. I've arranged things in a logical order. It may not be correct, but without the full, substantiated story, it's the best that can happen. Live with it. Article notes: basically an autobiography-as I said about, I've simply edited, conciliated, and written out this article. It goes all over the place. I have the interview notes, and if people want them published, leave a note on the review page. NOTICE: DO NOT COPY, PRINT, SAVE AND PRINT, RE-POST, OR RE-TRANSMIT THIS WRITTEN WORK! I RESERVE ALL RIGHT TO THIS STORY, AND PUTTING IT ON THE INTERNET DOES NOT IMPLY ANY RIGHTS HAVE BEEN WAIVED OR REMOVED. THIS STORY FEATURES STRONG SEXUAL THEMES, DOMININCE, TRANSGENDER THEMES, AND OTHER ADULT THREMES. IF THESE OFFEND YOU, DO NOT READ! Now that you've been warned, I hope everybody likes: Ruby's story By Ruby S. Edited and published by Bojok71 It had been quite the boring, long ride of a life. Moreover, to be frank I was sick of it. I wanted change-these started as small in the beginning, but then those changes grew into massive things. I want to tell you all about my change of life. I think you'll like them! I really do! Well, it all started a while ago now. At that time, I was living what was basically a normal, heterosexual male life (apologies for that stupid start, but it's the truth!). I had no idea I was gender different-not in any way. That part just grew out of some changes I made around sex. So I'll start at that logical place. I was then 42, happily married, with a 20 yr old son, and an 18 yr old daughter. My wife and I had just had our 21st wedding anniversary. I owned a very successful computer company with several different units (sales, company computer lease, software, peripheral supply and lease, and internet service). I was very successful. Or so it seemed. The problem was I simply wasn't happy. I felt empty, and unfulfilled. These feelings where especially strong during sex, which I hated with a passion-I simply didn't want to do it anymore. I began to research answers to this dilemma online. I soon found out all about castration, which is also called orchiectomy. At first, I was afraid of this option. But then I found a surgeon who advertised this service online. After a few E-mails with him, I was really intrigued with this operation. My wife, however, was very upset when I even broached this subject with her. She was also very upset that our sex life had declined to nil. When I reminded her of our wedding vows, she said, "Part of loving me is having sexual relations with me. If you don't start producing some results, I will go and find a man who will! I'm seriously thinking about a divorce!" That fight continued for several weeks. We tried marriage counseling, but it wasn't working. However, I was busy thinking. I asked myself, "Isn't this life? Why can't I be happy? If she loves me, why isn't my happiness figuring in her mind? I began to doubt whither I ever loved her at all. The whole thing seemed to be made for her." I also thought about my children. I decided that they where both adults-I had given them everything they had needed, but they didn't really need me anymore-at least, not in caregiver role. They could live with me changing-as well as me and their mother splitting up. After doing this for a while, I was finally at peace with myself. I had to visit that city for a computer convention anyway. I booked my surgical visit over the internet, and received a very supportive E-mail from the surgeon. I flew there on a Monday, but didn't enjoy the convention. I decided that, after returning home, I was going to sell off my business, and live off the money that this would create. I could then give all my time over to hobbies, community and myself. I realized these where the areas of concern that really mattered to me. I visited the surgeon's private clinic the following Monday. He asked me, "Do you want your scrotem removed as well? It should, by rights, be removed." I replied, "It will just be loose skin after surgery-just remove it, please." He then examined me completely, noting that I was uncircumcised. "I'll do that, too. Otherwise, the skin will shrivel, and become painful," he explained. An hour later, I was being prepped. A friendly nurse shaved me bare down there, and for some reason, I liked the smooth feeling. The surgery went off without a hitch. I spent the night at the clinic, and was released the next day. I visited the clinic once a day for the next four days. I was then pronounced healed, and allowed to go home. During the flight home, I realized just how peaceful I felt. An ugly part of me had been removed. I also thought about my wife-I was at peace with whatever she did. I thought about whom I should offer my company too-that would be a big decision. I also thought about a very good divorce lawyer I had spoken too, prior to my leaving. Everything seemed ready to go-even though I didn't want to use that last person! I arrived home late in the afternoon. My wife greeted me with a nod of the head. I walked right up in front of her, smiled, and dropped my pants. She stuttered, "What the hell?" and after looking a little closer, screamed, "Where are your balls?! What did you do...?!" She then jumped up at smacked me in the face! I tried to explain, but she ran to our room. She started quickly packing her clothes and possessions. She obviously didn't want to talk, so I simply let her rant. I offered to go to a hotel, bur she phoned a friend of hers, and then left. I phoned my lawyer, and explained what had happened, as well as what I had done. She commented, "So she left. Come see me tomorrow morning, at my office. In the meantime, don't say anything to anyone about this. However, report that assault to the police. The documentation will help us in the long term. Then, go and get money out of any joint accounts you have, and suspend and links she has to your money. Then try to relax, and get some sleep. We'll talk about this in the morning." I followed her directions. Two policewomen came and photographed my then slightly bruised face. I also got my money out of the two joint accounts. Luckily for her, she had a good job as an office manager, and most of our banking was separate. The interview with Jennifer, my new lawyer, was both professional and through. She seemed very interested in my case. Warning me not to discuss my plan to sell my company with anyone until my divorce was final. "Otherwise, you will pay. But with her income, if you play your cards right, she will pay." She noted that I had received no help from my wife to build my company, as well as the fact that I had paid all the mortgage payments. She commented that all this would help me win my case. She informed me that my kids where adults, and no court would order me to support them. I was relieved at that-while I wanted to help my kids, I didn't want them used as pawns by my wife. The next few days went by slowly. My wife returned to the house, and collected the rest of her things. She blabbed, "I've got a new man already. He's a better fuck then you ever where!" She also returned her wedding and engagement rings to me, saying, "I don't want them. I could pawn them, but that's too messy." I merely grinned, which infuriated her more. I asked about settlement, and she replied, "I don't want anything from you. I just want my life back. I can take care of myself, thank you very much!" She then left the house. I phoned Jennifer to ask about the legality of my wife's new relationship. Jennifer was ecstatic with that news. "I'm getting a private eye to follow them. You see, she's cheating on you. As well, and a hate saying this to you, but this is awful quick. I think she knew him before this happened. Infidelity will look very bad on her. I've also received her tax records today-she's richer then you!" I interrupted with, "What to you mean?" She replied, "I think she hid money from you. I think she's been having an affair on you. I plan to prove both points. Is that clear enough?" I mumbled, "Yes," and hung up. Over the next month Jennifer prepared my case. My wife had indeed hid money from me. Jennifer's PI had uncovered my wife's relationship, as well as proof that it had been going on for quite a long time. Any worry I had about divorce had gone-it seemed that I could win. And Jennifer did just that! My wife's lawyer (a cheap kid, fresh out of school) was no match for my experienced divorce court attack dog! In the end, I walked out with my house, a check from her for $75 000, and a monthly payment of $425. As well, she was ordered to add me to her company medical and dental plans-things I never really knew she had! After paying Jennifer's bill, which was large but worth every penny, I was free. I then pawned those rings (with the best feeling!), and spent the money on a fancy dinner to celebrate. However, problems where coming to the forefront. While I quickly found a suitable buyer for my company, the free time that that decision brought was large. As well, I soon found that a suburb was no place to launch an artist's existence. There where no local resources, or peers. However, I soon discovered an artist's area in a large nearby city. I visited it, and found all sorts of resources-many of which where free! The only problem was the commute-close to two hours, both ways. Then one day, during a visit to that area, I wandered through the area north of the artists' area, a place called "the Indian bazaar". I was intrigued by all the shops, as well as the sights, the smells, and the friendly people. Then I came to the display window that would change my life! The mannequin in the window was wearing the most colorful and pretty outfit I had ever seen! It was a yellow with black polka dot "pajama" suit. The bottom of the pant legs where trimmed with yellow lace, and the top had a mandarin collar. I gazed on the clothing for several minutes. I noticed other inspiring but similar clothing in the shop. I went in for a closer look. In retrospect, I'm glad I did. I'm wearing that outfit right now, as I am typing. After my entry, I was warmly greeted by the shops owner, a woman named Lada. I asked about the outfit in the window, and she replied, "Oh, yes. That is a very pretty outfit! While it is made for a woman, do you want to try it on? You are not the first man who has bought them from me!" She was giggling at that. I stuttered, "Oh, no! You, see I'm an artist! I'm inspired by the colors and the material. I'd never wear woman's clothes..." However, part of me did want to wear the colorful, pretty outfit. I was really lost, but Lada said, as she smiled, "Oh I see! Well, you can buy the clothing for that purpose! I do not mind." As she talked, I noticed that she was wearing a similar outfit-only hers was in a soft blue color. I noticed her flat shoes, earrings, nose stud, and pretty hairdo. I suddenly wanted all of that. As I was lost in thought, she noticed that I wasn't listening, and touched my arm to bring me back to reality. I nodded that I wanted the clothing. She disappeared into the back of the store, and then brought me out the outfit. She demonstrated just how fully cut the clothing was- the trousers where massive! I paid for the clothing, blushed, and left as she said, "Good bye! Please come again soon!" I looked both ways, to see if anyone had seen me leave. I drove straight home, at top speed. In the privacy of my house, I could examine the clothing. I tried it on-hell no one could see me. I felt strangely contented and somehow, "proper" in the clothing. I felt complete in the outfit. However, I was suddenly offended by my male underpants and shoes. I fought with my emotions for a few minutes, and then stripped off the clothing. I was surprised by myself. What had just happened? I fought with them new urges for the next week. Sometimes I wanted a whole closet of just those suits, and then I'd realize I was thinking about female clothing! It was a hard fight. I was also getting very upset with my neighborhood. It seemed so dull and suburban. I longed for the artist's colony that I was visiting every second day. I began to think again. I realized that I no longer had any attachment to my home. I thought," Maybe, I should sell this place, and buy in the city. But what about crime? Violence? Housing? Services? I needed answers. So I decided to slowly explore re-location. I know that my suburban home would fetch a large selling price (many people wanted to live in that community, mostly young families). I realized this was a route of exploration. Simply put-a trip I needed to take! I began my adventure by slowly visiting residential areas near both the bazaar and the colony. I was surprised to discover that I actually had many options for a house! During these trips, I was drawn to an area that bordered those areas, as well as Greek town. It was all large old houses on side streets. I learned that they housed a lot of families, and the area was really very crime and noise free. As well, things like grocery stores where close. Things seemed to be looking up for me! I then contacted a real estate agent down there-she seemed to have several ideas! One of which was a large old house that had been used as a home for mental patients. The owner was now selling it. A visit to it revealed a cockroach infested dirty hole that was falling apart: but the house seemed in good shape structurally, and was cheap. It thought to myself, "It can be cleaned-it can be rebuilt with all the latest features!" I asked for a professional inspection of the house, to find any hidden issues. I also started thinking about what I wanted in that house-colors, appliances, and organization. I felt that I really wanted that place as my own! I also brought that agent to my then present home-she was very impressed, and recommended a high sale price. She noted, "In fact, you should make money selling this house and buying that other one you like so much! In fact I will cut my commission on this sale to 2% both ways, because you are helping out so many people down there! By getting rid of that house for crack heads and crazies, you're cleaning up the neighborhood! You can invest the extra proceeds in fixing up that place." I just nodded agreement. The report was given to me the next week. While it listed two and a half pages of needed repairs, and I had added an extra page of upgrades, there was nothing mind bending. The house would simply have to be gutted, fumigated, and rebuilt. And the landlord only wanted $800 000 for the place. I could pay that out of profits from selling my business! The math looked very good indeed: I was actually coming out ahead. The deal closed on one day-and I had the demolition people in there the next day. I used a close, local associate of my real estate agent as contractor. Soon the work was moving along quickly. Everything was new- electrics, plumbing, roof and windows. I got the brickwork cleaned and re grouted. In was soon looking like a nice, fresh home, instead of the dump I had bought! After some weeks of this a found a buyer for my old home-one ready to pay my price! I phoned my children, to inform them of this-and only my daughter shed any tears. But they didn't make me hold off. But in the end both of them accepted this. Not that that would have changed my mind. I made several trips to the city to pick out carpets, paints, appliances, and plumbing fixtures. I let my creative drive make the house-I didn't hire a decorator. If I wanted soft pink walls in my bedroom (I took the largest upstairs room, with a window facing the back of the house, for my private bedroom), and soft blue in my private living room, that was what I got. I also bought all new, commercial grade appliances (I figured they where worth it) and soft, heavy duty carpets. Yes, it was all coming together. I was also taking a serious look at my remaining furniture. While my wife had taken the best pieces, even the leftovers seemed to be more "her" then "me". I decided one night that I didn't want to take them. After phoning my children-to see if they wanted anything-I sold everything that was left though a series of cheap classified ads. I was so pleased with myself: I had made some money, and didn't have to even hire a mover! After prowling the city's furniture outlets and shops (including some very trendy ones) I had picked out all new furniture and electronics. I had bought only the best. Everything seemed to be coming along nicely. The only problem was the outfit-it seemed to be the only thing I wanted to wear. It felt "right". I wanted to wear it in public, but was very worried about that-what would happen? After a couple of more weeks, the house was finished. I received and signed off on the final inspection report-everything was ready to go. I rented a van to move my few things, as well as to take things to the dump. All that went into the new house where my clothes. Everything else was new. The first few days in the new place where spent settling in, finding the grocery store (there where three good ones a few blocks away), and setting up the house. How I just loved the place-it had no wife signs, no suburbs, only urban living. Everything seemed perfect! But again the outfit came out. I was wearing it every day, but still in private. As well, the new bed was an issue. I had bought a single, but it felt-small. So I moved it into a spare room, and went shopping. I settled on a soft, well-made, king size model. I also bought lots of soft pillows for it, and new silk sheets, soft cashmere blankets, and a very expensive, goose down quilt. While the new HVAC system would insure a constant 23 degrees C, I still wanted a warm, cozy bed. And what I wanted I got. Now, back to the outfit. I was visiting the bazaar every second day. I found that several of the shops down there had those nice clothes, as well as soft shoes, and pretty lingerie. I was beside myself-what was happening to me? I had never had these feelings before-why now? Then I thought to myself," Maybe these feelings are just surfacing now. Maybe I've just repressed them. Maybe I should act on them, if only for my sake.". Those where life changing thoughts. So I went shopping. I bought another pajama suit: this one was in a very soft blue color. And I was honest with Lada-I tried this one on, and looked in the mirror. I thought I looked very pretty. Lada never blushed or said anything bad-I guess a sale is a sale! Then she came with a large plastic bag. I thought it was for my new clothes. However, she packed up what I had worn into the store. "We are going for lunch. I will treat you to a taste of India. I think you need to do this. Let's go!" She put her arm around me, and before I could say anything, she had led me out of the store. She placed a "gone to lunch" sign in the window, and locked the door. I was wearing female clothes in public. I was so afraid but I carried on. She took me to a shoe shop. She spoke, saying, "those runners are not very female. We will get you some flat pumps to go with that outfit." she chatted with the saleslady there, who soon brought me a box. Inside where a pair of soft blue, no heel pumps. She had me try them on-they felt funny, but I was told they where a good fit. Lada packed my old shoes into the box, telling me, "Runners are fine for your home, or anywhere you need cheap shoes. But for outside in public, especially dressed like that, you need soft, feminine shoes." I handed over my credit card, and paid for the shoes. Then we went to lunch. I had never tasted such spicy but delicious food! The meal was large and excellent-veggie curry, rice, butter chicken, and greens. I ate the whole thing (washed down with a pitcher of water!). Then, the cook came out. He was a huge, east Indian man-and I was suddenly very scared. However, he was nice. He chatted with Lada for a minute, and then turned to me. "Hello, miss," he began. He grinned, and continued with, "What is your name? At least, what is your girl name?" I blushed, and stuttered, "I I don't know." He touched my upper arm gently, and softly said, "I think Ruby is a nice first name. It is very girlie and sweet. Don't you think so, Lada?" She smiled and nodded yes. The man then hugged us both in a strong, powerful grasp. I was surprised by the gentleness and strength of this man. He then spoke again, saying, "You've obviously met my niece Lada. And you, like her, can call me Uncle Samson. Or simply just Uncle Sam. Judging from the looks of things, you need family." I was suddenly very emotional, and started to cry as we exited the restaurant. I went home-I didn't even get my male clothes from Lada. "Throw them out, please. I don't think I'll need them anymore!" The next two weeks where spent in a shopping tizzy. I bought several more brightly colored pajama suits from Lada, and some of the other woman's clothing outlets in the Bazaar area. I also invested in several pairs of good flat shoes, as well as vans (good quality slip on sneakers), soft patent leather zip up boots with a small heel, and sandals. I bought pink silk pajamas for sleeping and lounging. I was becoming a real girlie girl! I also braved shopping for underclothes. Lada took me to a small shop in the bazaar where an older East Indian woman made soft underpants by hand on a loom. I bought six pairs (all the stock she had in my size). I loved the soft feel and silky touch of my new panties. I also bought lingerie for an exclusive store. I then packed up all my male clothing (apart for a couple of sweaters) and gave it to charity. I was becoming very womanly in appearance. I wasn't really trying, but it was just happening. Of course I was worried about my face and hair. Even though I was shaving very carefully every day, I still had facial hair. After some research, I found a woman's day spa that offered both laser and electrolysis. After a consultation, I decided on both laser (for dark hair) and electrolysis (for lighter hair) mixed together. It would be expensive, but do the job in a shorter time. I started going once a week for two hours of treatment. Soon, I began to notice a much smoother, hair free face. I also had a technician there pierce my ears. I then began to wear three sets of real diamond studs-one large set first, then a small set, then finally, a tiny set to finish the look. I also had her put two small pairs of 24k gold studs between the sets of diamonds. After they healed, I planned to put small gold hoops in those holes. I also had a single gold stud put in the side of my nose. I thought it was cute but unique! However, all this growth and personal discovery was getting in the way of my housekeeping- the place was a mess! I decided that rather then slow down; I would hire a woman to keep the place clean for me. But whom to trust? I decided to approach the local community health centre for a recommendation. After phoning, I was referred to a "Case manager", who seemed very interested in me and my welfare. Her name was Ruth. After discussing the events of the past month, she said, "Well, yes, I agree you're changing. As well, I agree that should come first. I'll get a cleaner to visit your house every day, and take care of both you and the house. As well, I think I can help you too. Help out with things like bill paying, for example." When I asked about cost, she shook her head and said, "You are dealing with a large set of mental health issues. Don't worry about paying. Let the system work for you! I mean you are paying for it!" I agreed with her. She the told me that, "You will get to meet some ladies that do housekeeping after I've arranged it. Then, after you've met them, you can pick the ones you think you will like and trust. Is this all right?" Again, I could only agree with her. After a tour of the centre, and meeting most of the staff, I was asked if I needed anything else. I was curious about the foot doctor, or chiropodist, who I then saw. He was a very friendly man who expertly cut and filed (with a dremal motor tool!) my toenails. He then tended to my feet, removing any buildup of old skin, and massaging them. I was in heaven! He then shaved a few odd hairs from my feet, and painted my toenails a soft mauve color. I thanked him for all his work, as my feet looked perfect. He instructed me to: "Return and see me every three weeks for foot care. You have a badly ingrown toenail, which I want to treat. In fact throw out any toenail clippers that you own! Do you understand?" I agreed and we left him to his next patient. Ruth then returned and offered me a doctor's care. "If you want hormone treatments, or other feminization, we can certainly help you. In fact, I think you need those things. Please let us help you out!" I told her I would think about those things, and we would talk about it more during my next visit, which was only in a week. I left with more on my mind then ever. What was happening to me? As I returned home, still thinking about the days events, I took a good long look at my car. It was a five-year-old Chevrolet. I remembered I had bought it with my wife. It was suddenly so old and ugly. I said to myself, "I need new wheels. Something that is downtown, something that shows me. So what do I want?" I spent that evening at the car lots. In this city, all the lots are located in one part of the city. So off I went. After reviewing a few choices, I realized that I, in fact, need two cars-a small one for neighborhood stuff, and a larger car for longer drives. After reviewing several Japanese, European, and American cars, I settled on a good size Mercedes-Benz for large drives, as it handled like a dream. I also bought a small Smart car from the same dealership. After trading the old one, and signing some forms, I had two new cars. Over the next week, I brought both cars home-I was lucky that I had had the foresight to have a large new garage built during the house renovation, because now I needed the space! Indeed, these where good choices. Wither I'm going out for an elegant meal, or going for groceries, both cars work in tandem. I'm very happy with them both. By this time, my hair treatments had removed most of my facial hair, and my earrings had healed. I had my hair trimmed into a soft full style, and dyed to cover some grey. That grey had never worried me until now, but my stylist easily covered it up. I was starting to hear more "madams" then "sirs" in public. I guess I was just looking good! Then I interviewed, along with Ruth, some housekeeping help. I picked a 21 yr-old Chinese woman named Emily who seemed very nice, and not scared of my gender state. It had been decided that the centre would pay 60% of her wages, and I would pick up the rest. She was both bonded and insured, so I had really no worries about her. She would do my housekeeping only, for a start. It seemed all right. I also agreed to try a hormone treatment program from one of the centre's doctors. After an examination and blood test, she started me on a low dose of hormones. She commented, "As you are already castrated, there is no need for a lot of drugs. Just take your pills every day with food, and you'll be OK." She then listed the side effects of hormones, including weight gain, breast and bottom growth, and the very slim possibility of blood clots and liver damage. "But those risks are very slim, and as we are monitoring you every three months, we should catch any problems before they cause trouble." After filling the prescription, I went home, and that evening, I start hormone therapy. After a little while, I noticed much smoother skin, breast buds, and weight gain-without any help from me. These changes accelerated as my hormone doses where increased over a short time. As well, my hair started to really grow. While I wasn't at all balding before this started, my hair was now growing both quicker and fuller. Indeed, I soon needed a hair trim every few weeks. As well, Emily was really working out well, but she seemed to be doing more and more, as she found more and more to do. Soon she was working in my house almost every day, often for several hours at a time. She started calling me "honey" and other pet names. We became very close! She was soon not only doing housework, but cooking and freezing good quality meals. I soon learned she was also an excellent cook! It was however; after she did some laundry that I learned she could be quite dominant. Not that I mind now, but then it was a surprise! I guess I should explain. I was relaxing in my private living room while she did some laundry. As soon as she started the load, she appeared in my room, saying, "I'm sorry but I cannot do that wash-it is disgusting! I found something in your underpants that..." At that I blushed and cut in, offering, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry! You don't have to wash those! I'll do those, I'm sorry!" She then frowned, and replied, "It's not that I don't want to wash your delicate panties, because I do. If you kept up your hygiene, we wouldn't even be having this chat. I guess I'll have to tend on that as well, sweetie." My face must have shown my confusion, as she grabbed my hand and took me to the washing area. She was very strong, as I was learning. She donned a pair of latex gloves, and held up a pair of my silk underpants. I simply nodded my head in confusion. She then pulled something out one of the seams, and held up a long, dark pubic hair! She then explained, "Honey, I find this is very butch! If you where the woman I thought you where, I wouldn't find this in your panties, because the hair there would be mostly shaved, and the rest would be very short and trimmed. I'm very disappointed in you, sweetie! So here's what WE are going to do: I'm leaving for now. I'm returning tomorrow morning first thing, with proper trimmers and shaving equipment, and that big bush is going bye-bye! If you refuse, I'm going bye-bye! And I think you'd have a hard time replacing me! But I don't think you're the refusing type, are you sweetie?" I started to blubber and cry. I was upset at this, because I had never even thought of that! She then took a Kleenex from her pocket, and blew my nose. "Oh, stop crying! I'm not leaving you-if you co-operate with me. Besides, you'll feel very femme after I'm done." She then put her hand down the front of my pajama bottoms. She felt around, and then pulled the bottoms down. She looked at my heavy, thick pubic hair in disgust. She spoke, "Are you an animal? Only they should wear this much fur! It's a good thing I caught this, now before you found, oh, say, a man. He'd be very disgusted by this. As am I!" I felt awful! She pulled my bottoms back up, and said, "It's all over soon. It will be better tomorrow!" At that I felt a little bit better. We went upstairs, and she showed me the chicken dinner she had left for me to heat up. At the door, she instructed me, saying, "Now don't you even think of shaving yourself- the result will be ugly! You just relax, and try to sleep. I'll deal with everything in the morning. By the way, tomorrow should be my day off, but duty calls! Now eat and go to bed! And honey, I'll see you in the morning." After eating (and finding I had little appetite) and trying to sleep (which was very hard-and even when I dozed, I imagined Emily doing scary things to me) after a very long night, morning came. A small part of me wanted to run away, but then I thought, "No, she's right. I am femme. And this kind of help shows hoe dedicated she is to my welfare. And on her day off even!" I then looked forward to her visit. She arrived promptly in the morning, with some shopping bags in her arms. I was in sleeping pajamas when she entered the house. "Go up to the spare bedroom, honey. We'll do it there!" We entered the room, and she set to work. Emily placed a new blanket on top of the bed, followed by a large, thick cotton towel. She then opened a small paperboard box, and removed an electric hair trimmer. She opened a small plastic box, removed a battery and placed that into the trimmer. She then placed a pink can of woman's shaving cream and a bag of pink razors on the nightstand. She then took a big plastic bowl and went to the bathroom, returning with in full of warm water. She plugged a small heating coil into the wall socket, and dropped the coil into the water. She then turned to talk to me, asking, "Did you sleep well last night?" I replied, "Yes," and she said, "Those bags under your eyes tell me you are lying, sweetie. Don't ever lie to me. And you should trust me-I'd never hurt you. Now strip, and lie on the towel, please." I obeyed her. After I lay down, she donned latex gloves, and used her fingers to trace the outline of my pubic hair. "This is huge, and hugely ugly! One of the biggest bushes I've ever seen. Now imagine this hairy thing sticking out of the leg holes of your pretty panties. No more! Imagine this bush against the silk in those panties-no more! Well, time is wasting, so I'm going to get started. Just relax, and trust Me," she said in a clear, controlling voice. She picked up the electric trimmer first, and trimmed the mound. She then lifted my small penis, saying, "Honey, you can afford a full change. Go for it!" She then trimmed between my legs. The vibration and buzz of the trimmer where both scary and exciting. She then placed my feet flat of the towel, and forced my legs apart and up at the same time. She then did the area around my anus, and between my scar and anus. I was humiliated, but she said nothing. After finishing, and replacing the towel, she had me lay down again. She put a wet, warm washcloth on my freshly trimmed parts, commenting, "You should get laser on this after your face is done! Otherwise, it's going to be once a week, honey. Pick your poison!" She then picked up the can of cream, and sprayed in right on my mound. After working the cream with her fingers until the whole area was covered in a thick coat of cream, she picked up a safety razor. "Now sweetie, this blade is very sharp and fresh. Just relax. It's me between your legs-just remember that!" She then shaved the whole thing smooth, working from top to bottom. She replaced the razor twice, to insure a fresh blade. She pulled skin taunt, then shaved it, always checking for the smoothest job. Eventually, she finished up. But she was not done. She then washed the area with fresh water from the bowl. She then took the third towel (they came in a big plastic zip bag, three in a package), and patted me dry. She then took a bottle of cream skin conditioner (the pink label advertised, "With aloe and cocoa butter and protein") and generously worked a lot of the cream into my now smooth pubis. She was singing to herself as she finished. She seemed very proud and happy. She spoke as she beamed, "Now that wasn't bad, was it? That huge ugly bush is now a smooth shaved pussy. You're a lot closer to girlhood now! Now that is something to be proud of! I know I'm proud of you, honey. It may feel a little different today-so don't wear any panties if you don't want to." She then giggled, "And please don't expose that to anyone. Keep it a secret-the world doesn't want to share this great moment!" She then cleaned up her stuff, taking the new towels to the wash. She then took me back to my main bedroom, dressed me in fresh pajamas, and put me to bed. She commented before she left, "Now you should have complete trust in me! You can discuss anything with me. I know you pretty completely now. So sleep. I'll see you tomorrow! Take care!" and with that, she smiled and left. I quickly fell into a deep, sound sleep. I was awoken a few hours later by the telephone beside my bed. I groggily answered it. To my surprise, and horror, it was Ruth at the other end! After exchanging pleasantries, she asked how I was doing. "Oh, fine," I sheepishly replied. "You know I don't believe that. I mean you must be traumatized! I mean that in the best way, but still, I know you've been through an important milestone today. I want to see you, and discuss it." I gasped, and cried, "How do you know about that? Oh god, don't punish or fire Emily-I couldn't live if that happened! Please, don't hurt her or me!" I was beside myself with grief and shock. "Please calm down, honey! Where do you think the money to buy those lovely towels came from? My petty cash fund, that's where! And how do the think Emily got the ability to do what she did? Because I told her to, that's why! I want to encourage you, and build up your self-esteem, that's all. Now let's be very positive from now on, ok?" I agreed with her. She told me that she was going to pick me up in 45 minutes, and take me for lunch. "I've already booked the mocha house for us. Is that OK?" she asked. I replied, "That's very pricey, can you afford it?" She exclaimed, "Yes, I can afford it! It's booked for both of us! Don't worry about prices-don't worry about anything at all! Understand?" I agreed, and we said good bye. I dressed in a bright pink pajama suit. As it was cool out, I added a cable knit, pink sweater, and a pink hat. The feeling of silk panties on my smooth crotch was different, but very nice. I added pinkish white flats, and went to wait for my ride. I wondered what she was going to discuss. She arrived promptly, with a small Toyota. We drove down the street, and parked behind the caf?. She held my hand as we entered the caf?. As soon as we entered, we were whisked to a private seating area at the back of the caf?. We sat in large soft leather recliners. A young woman brought us a large platter with many different kinds of sandwiches on it. She then left, returning the first time with a plate of Italian bread that was steaming, next, with a plate that had several different ice-cold bottles of fruit juice and soda pop. Ruth smiled, and said, "Now I know you're famished, so eat up!" I needed no instructions, as I was very hungry. I ate several sandwiches, as well as some of the bread. It was all very good, and soon my hunger was gone. Ruth then raised her hand, and the young lady returned, and cleared the dishes. She then returned with another large plate, this one of large cookies, tarts, and squares. She then returned with a big jug of coffee, and cups. After a leisurely dessert, she offered me a wrapped box. I commented, "That's to pretty to open." But she told me to. I gasped as I opened the box, because inside was a delicate gold watch. A piece of paper inside attested that it was a genuine woman's Gucci watch! "How did you afford this? I can't accept this!" I exclaimed. She grinned, and offered, "Well, that gift is from a fund the centre has. It's for me to buy gifts for major events in people's lives. You just had a major event, and today, we celebrate! Now open this next one, please." She gave me a small box. Inside of that one was a razor phone. It was already activated, and on. She explained, "The phone is so that you can contact me, the centre, or Emily at any time. Again from a centre fund-I told the boss that I was worried about your safety, so I was allowed to buy you that phone. The only thing it will not do is long distance. However, the access code for long distance is in the phones' memory, so you can use that, and you don't pay for anything! Don't we take good care of you?" I could only agree. I finished the cookies, and talked with Ruth about small stuff. Then see got serious, asking me if I was satisfied with the job Emily had done. "I don't want you to feel are rough spots, loose hairs, or stubble. Is that all gone? If there's any problem, tell me now, and I'll get a centre nurse to fix it! So, any issues?" I nodded no, but she said, "I want to see for myself." We went into the woman's bathroom, and she locked the door. After I dropped my pants, she examined the job, before declaring, "Yes, it's perfect. I just wanted to see for my own self. Looks good!" We then returned to the car, and drove to the centre. Inside, I thought we where going to her office, but instead, she stopped at the front desk. After getting a disposable toothbrush, and a tube of toothpaste, we went to a locked bathroom. Inside, she told me to brush my teeth. I obeyed, cleaning my teeth until she was happy. She looked in my mouth, then said, "It's a shame I can't get dental care for you without a board approval. You're mouth is ugly-filled with metal fillings. If we could get you dental care, all those problems would vanish, and you would look so much better." I replied, "I think, and I'm not sure...but I think that my ex-wife was supposed to provide me with dental insurance. But I'm not sure." Ruth then said, "If that's true, and I believe you, then I'll find out what you can get. How does that sound?" I begged her not to, saying, "I'm afraid of her finding out where I live! I don't want her to know any of that! And I don't want the money..." At that she cut me off, saying in a loud voice, "What money? If you're owed support money, I'm going to get you every dime! You deserve it all! And don't worry about her knowing anything about your house-she doesn't have too!" A minute later, she calmed down and spoke, "I'm sorry about that outburst-it's not your fault. Things like that upset me. And you've got to learn to trust me totally, and not hold back anything from me, so I can help you, and plan for you. I only want what's best for you. You got to believe that." She then gave me a big hug. I felt much better after that. By then it was getting late, and the centre was quiet. As Ruth was showing me to her car to drive me home, a large man with grey hair, and wearing a shirt and tie appeared, and started talking to Ruth. I was very afraid-he was a man, with obvious power. I went to hide, but Ruth gently held me. She said to me, "Ruby, this is Alec, my boss. Don't be afraid. He already knows all about you from case conference. And he only wants to help and support you. Don't you Alec?" I caught him grinning out of the corner of my eye, and looked at the floor, trembling. I was very scared of him. He spoke in a soft voice, "Don't be afraid. I'll never hurt you. I only want to help you. I think I know something that will help us get to know each other a lot better." He led both me and Ruth into a large office. He went into a closet, and returned with a large brown teddy bear. He handed me the bear, and I instinctively hugged it. He then spoke to Ruth, "Now, how can I help her? What do you need me to do for her, or for you to help her?" At that I gasped, and Ruth then dutifully told him all about the insurance and support money issue. "No problem, I'll get started on that tomorrow. I'll get her what is hers." He then turned to me, saying, "You can keep the bear. In a little while, will start having long chats, too. I want you to have nothing but trusted friends in this building, including both male and female. Now, I'll bet you're hungry. Can I take you for something to eat?" At that Ruth hugged me, and said, "I think that's a good idea-you can get to know Alec a bit better." She then winked and continued, "He buys very good dinners, too." At that she touched my arm, and left. We went out to his big car (a Lincoln) and he drove us to a Greek restaurant. We went in, and ate a large meal. We made small talk, but I was very reserved, and still a little afraid. He commented, "I know what you've been through-it's all been very hard on you. But you can trust me. I know that will take time, but remember, I'm not going anywhere. Now, do you feel any better around me now that you've had this meal with me?" I told him, "Yes, a little. It's just that you're a man. I'm afraid of you simply because of that." He said, "I understand that. But I want to understand you. And remember, I have a lot of sway over the funders and the board. I can get you all kinds of supports and services, but you need to talk to me- and to trust me. Is that OK?" I said yes, and he took me home. As I cuddled up to sleep with the teddy, I wondered about him. He seemed nice, but it would take a while before a trusted him as much as Ruth or Emily. A week after that, Ruth called that Alec had completed my insurance and support claim. While she phoned me every day to check in on me, this one was serious. She said, "We found her, and sent her a letter of claim. The court is enforcing your support order! Now, I can get your teeth fixed! I already picked an excellent dentist to do all the work, and you're first appointment is next week. I will fill you in the rest of it during our weekly outing tomorrow. And by the way, your checks will be coming here-this is the address Alec used on the paperwork. So no worries about being found out, OK?" I wanted to talk, but she said, "I'm very sorry, but I have to go. I'm going to hang up now, OK? Good- bye." I said good bye and hung up as well. Later that day, after Emily had left, I started to think about the earlier call. Why did she hang up? Why did she abandon me? I decided to call Alec to complain. He wanted a friend ship with me. I phoned him and voiced my displeasure about it! He listened intently, then said, "You really need her support don't you?", and I agreed. He continued with, "Well I can see you need her. I'll figure something out. Now don't worry about it." Before I could hang up, he asked, "Oh, by the way, how would you like to go to the zoo? How about the museum?" I joked that he shouldn't date me, but he explained, "No silly, I don't want a date! But we have a fund here at the centre to run community outings for those who need them. And I think you need them. What do you say? I've already mentioned it to Ruth, and she thought it was a good idea!" I told him I'd think about it, and hung up. Ruth and I had our weekly outing the next day. After a diner lunch of a massive cheeseburger with onion rings and salad, we went for ice cream. She was urging me to take advantage of Alec's offer. "While I can't go with you, Alec is an excellent caregiver. Just give him a chance, he's great!" I finally agreed to try one trip to the zoo. All of the next week was spent at the dentist. He cleaned and polished my teeth on one day, drilled out and replaced my old fillings with ceramic and porcelain the next day, removed an old wisdom tooth two days later, and finally fixed a gap in two of my front teeth two days after that. After a small amount of swelling went down, I realized that I now had a perfect smile. As well, it was all pre-paid! I looked very good. He instructed Ruth to, "Bring her back every three months for a cleaning and a check up. That way, her smile will stay pretty for a long time!" My first trip in the community with Alec was coming up. The thought of it made my knees buckle, but I went. I wore a bright yellow pajama with black flower outlines printed on it. The zoo was very interesting, seeing all the animals, fish, and birds. We watched a show put on by the elephant trainer, which was fun. Alec had a lot of energy, and we saw a lot of the zoo. But when we sat down at a bench on a deserted pathway, I wondered why. We sat together, and looked at some pictures he had taken using a digital camera. He then asked me, "Can we discuss something that is very serious? Don't worry; it's not a bad thing! Not in the least!" I was puzzled, and asked him what it was. He smiled, cleared his throat, and talked, "I've been thinking about you and all your needs. I've decided to create for you both a circle of support, and a circle of friends. I've also been thinking about you and me, and our relationship. I've decided that the way to break down barriers is simple: create a family relationship!" I was very puzzled, and asked him what he meant. He explained, "It's very simple, really. Can you call me daddy? Can you see me as a father figure? Can you accept that in your life right now?" I imminently went into shock! Then I started bawling on his broad shoulder. I continued crying and sobbing for a little while, as he held and comforted me. I finally stopped, and asked, "Do you really mean that? Can you love me like a daddy should? Can I call you that all the time?" He then answered, "Yes honey-yes, and yes, and yes!" I felt my heart grow by about 150% upon hearing that, but me mental state was as thing as an eggshell! I think he sensed that, because he said in a soft voice, "I know you've been badly hurt by people who you thought loved you. I know I'm asking you for a massive act of trust. But I think the pros for you outweigh the cons. Just give in to your heart, and you'll feel a lot better." I blurted out, "Ok, daddy!" We then walked up to the seal show, and sat together and watched it. He had a protective arm around me, and whispered cute comments in my ear. I just giggled. As we left the show, we stopped at a booth selling souvenirs and stuff. He held up a small stuffed seal toy, and asked if I wanted it. I cuddled it, but the price tag was $25.00! I said, "That's too much-I can't ask you for that!" He replied, "You're right, it is a little small, and cheap!" At that, we asked the attendant for a large stuffed dolphin toy that was hanging on a line. He bought it, and then handed it to me. I was in shock as he asked the female attendant what else she had to offer. She held up a big soft yellow sweatshirt with pictures of the sea mammals on it. He bought that, as well a pink sun visor hat. He handed the bag to me as we left. I whispered, "Alec, you shouldn't have! This is over $100.00 in stuff! I can't accept this." He frowned, and said, "My name to you is daddy or papa from now on! And daddies like to spend money on their daughters! Now let's go get some ice cream, and then ride the zoo train, Ok?" and to back up his point, he placed his index finger over my lips so I couldn't speak. After the ice cream and ride, we returned to his car. I said, "Oh daddy, haven't we had a lovely day? Thank you!" So it seemed to me that I was on a role, with good caregivers, a new father, and a safe house to live in. I decided to attempt to restore at least a friendship with my ex and kids. After peeking in my file while Ruth was in the hall, I got her numbers. Then I tried to call her from a pay phone. After being told by her work that on no uncertain terms did she want to speak to me, I tried her home phone number. She answered, and I tried to talk. But she said, "Look, I'm very happy for you! If you want to be a baby and do god knows what, fine. But I don't want any kind of relation with you! Do you get it? Don't ever call here again? Now, fuck off!" and she slammed the phone down. My kids had both disappeared-gone on to new adventures. It was hard to take, but everything came through. I was happy, and I had no right to interfere in their happiness. Besides, I had good people all around me. That thought comforted me. Then one day soon after, I was visiting daddy in his office. After some warm small talk, he mentioned that a local community recreation centre had received a large grant of city money to run free programs for poor people. I shrugged my shoulders and asked what that had to do with me. He replied, "Well, I know the executive director of that centre, and he owes me a bunch of favors. I've called in some of those favors, and guess what?" He then smiled at continued, "You're going to learn ballet and dancing for daddy. You will have private lessons down there with one-on-one instruction. As well, you're going to learn some guitar playing. We need to tap some of your creative abilities. As well, as your new daddy, I never got to watch you dance ballet. I'm going to change that now. Ruth will take you shopping for a pretty dance outfit tomorrow. Is that OK?" He then answered his own question, saying, "I know it is. Now go and get ready!" While my new daddy was becoming very involved in my life, it seemed OK. Part of wondered where it would stop, and part of me wanted it to go into a legal, permanent place. I just decided to ride the wave out, and enjoy it. I was going through a hard time, and in dealing with that a little dependence wasn't a bad thing. The next day Ruth took me across town to a large, expensive dance shop. I figured I would only get tights and a simple leotard. But before I could say anything, Ruth had instructed the saleslady to bring me everything! When I went to protest, Ruth simply covered my lips with her finger, and whispered, "Don't worry about it! I've got it covered, so relax! OK, sweetie?" Following a hug we continued. I simply let her talk for me, as she seemed to have a plan. She always both had and has a plan! I guess that's why I can't imagine life without her guidance. Soon the nice saleslady had everything laid out on a table. There where pretty pink leotards, with soft grey tights. A soft white short sweater and matching leggings where also laid out on the table. After measuring my feet, the saleslady brought ballet slippers. Ruth then said, "How about some spandex underwear? She needs those, too." The saleslady apologized, and got the underwear, along with soft pink socks. I then tried the outfit. I felt ridicules, but went out. Ruth praised me, saying, "You really look girlish now. You are going to be such a great dancer!" The sales lady smiled and nodded her agreement. After the clothes where packed, we checked out. Soon I was learning ballet. It was in fact fun, and good exercise. My instructor, a pretty Italian woman named Sylvia, taught me privately twice a week. She commented to Ruth that I should do a recital for all the people in my life. Ruth commented, "Oh, yes. After proper training, we all want to watch her prance around the room, and dance for us. But that will not be for a while." Sylvia then said, "Well, you could do that. But with her life, and I've read the notes you gave me, it would be better if she performed every couple of weeks. It would really build up her confidence and self esteem. And that is want we want, isn't it?" Ruth agreed, commented that she hadn't thought of it that way. While I hated guitar, and quit it after telling daddy and Ruth I hated it, I carried on dancing. I still dance in that program. By then, it was getting very warm outside. The air conditioning tech had turned everything on, and Ruth had arranged for a community gardener. But the heat, even when wearing a thin pajama, was stifling. I complained about that to daddy, who suggested that I spend an upcoming long weekend with him at his house. "It will be another growing experience for both of us. We will have fun!" Soon the weekend came. Daddy picked me up early on the Friday morning, and we drove to his massive, private home in the country side. I noticed a large pool, but realized I couldn't go swimming. As well, because my dear Emily had taken a few days off that week, I was very stubbly between my legs. I figured I'd have to tough that out. However, I was getting itchy! After a nice barbeque dinner of sausage and hamburgers on the deck, daddy took my into a large basement room. Inside, the room was dirty and dusty (as compared to the immaculate state of the rest of the house). We sat down on an old couch and he got an old photo album from a shelf. He showed me a picture of a smiling woman with a teenage girl. He cleared his throat, and finally said, "That was my wife and daughter. They where both killed last year in a car accident. It wasn't their fault, because the other guy was very drunk. After that, I started to think about my love. Before I gave it to them-now I give it to you. I love you as I loved them, because you are family. I think that part of you still doubts that. I want to expel those doubts, and have things completely open and honest between us. To have a relationship with you that has no secrets at all. I think that would be very special and beautiful! Can you do that for me, please? I know you can!" By then, he was sobbing, and he held me close. I felt very special, and honored. The moment was so very special. After a few minutes, he spoke, saying, "So no more secrets, ok? And you can ask me for anything you want. I'm going to spoil you rotten, as only a daddy should!" He then hugged me again, and we went out onto the grounds of his home. As we walked we held hands and chatted. Hr caught me scratching myself once, and asked about it. I replied that it was nothing. We then returned to the deck, and sat down. He spoke in a miffed voice, commenting," I thought you meant it about no secrets between us. Or at least what you thought was a secret!" I replied, "Oh daddy, I'm so sorry! But what are you talking about? What did I hide?" He looked me square in the face, and said, "It's that special service Emily provides you. I know about that, and I know it hasn't been done in a while. And to think I bought your favorite towels, and all new shaving supplies just for you. While I never had a chance to change your diapers, I thought shaving you would make up for it. But you'd rather hurt daddy, who really loves you. Why do you do that?" By then he was weeping, and felt very low. I hugged him, and finally said, "I'm so very sorry daddy. I didn't even know you knew about that! Or that you'd be willing to do that for me! It seemed so base and female, and you are a man. But I guess...so..." He then spoke, "I know everything that you do with my staff. And this is not a 'guess so'. A 'guess so' is a proper response to a pizza topping that you're not crazy about. This one has to be a, 'go for it!' and given out of love. Straight for the heart, if you will!" At that I suddenly felt very inspired, and said, "OK, daddy! We can go for it! Just be very careful and complete. Please be very gentle, daddy!" He then tickled me, and I giggled out loud. We watched the sun set, and then entered the house. He kissed my cheek, before sending me to my room to strip. He instructed me to wear a t-shirt, and meet him by his bedroom door. I quickly complied, and he emerged wearing and old track suit. He led me by the hand to an extra bedroom where he set about getting ready. After showing me everything, so that I knew it was the same as Emily used. He set up a small digital camera at the foot of the bed to capture everything. He explained the images where only for us. Then he used scissors to cut my t-shirt just below my breasts, which where growing. He then laid me on towel-covered bed, and rubbed my tummy, thighs, and hips. He commented, "You are very tense, and not relaxed. But daddy knows what to do!" He then went to the bathroom, returning with a pill, and some water. He explained, "This is a mild sedative. It will relax you. It wouldn't put you to sleep, but will make you a little spacey. Because I'm only giving you that pill, instead of mixing it with some other ones, you will see strange things. It's just like a cartoon. Now here." I took the pill, and after a few minutes I started to relax. Then, before my eyes, a white sheet seemed to decent. I started groaning. Daddy noted this, and set to work. "Boy you really are hairy down here! I guess those hormone treatments don't do everything we want them too!" He spread my legs wide, and pushed my feet up under my thighs. He then used a wet washcloth to wet me down, before spreading a large glob of thick, pink shaving foam all over my pussy. As I was moving my hands, he gave me a small teddy bear to hold, and he hushed me. He then shaved my mound, before moving down to between my legs. He then rolled me onto my tummy, and placed my hands on my butt cheeks. I was under the full effect of the pill, and basically out of it (there where to large baby blue balls laughing and jumping before my eyes!) but he ordered me to hold my cheeks apart. When I couldn't respond, he pulled my hands out from underneath me, placed them on my butt cheeks, and pressed them apart. He then said, "Now you just keep them like that." I instinctively obeyed him, and he praised me with, "That's my good girl! Just think tomorrow you can go swimming or run around the yard nude. Doesn't that sound fun?" His voice seemed very loud. I gurgled something while he shaved around my defenseless anus. After he was finished, he rolled me over again, and then he gently washed me, and patted me dry. He then rubbed skin cream into my freshly shaved skin. He commented, "See, no razor burn now! I'll bet this feels good, doesn't it?" After completely checking his handiwork, he pulled the towel out from underneath me. He then wrapped me in a blanket, and plumped my pillow. I was starting to come out of the first pills' effects when he left, returning a minute later, with another pill. "While daddy doesn't want you to get hooked on anything, daddy also knows what's best for you. This is a sleeping pill. It will insure a good deep sleep tonight, and that's all!" I took the pill, and daddy checked the AC, turned out the light, and closed over the door. I was soon fast asleep. I dreamed all about my strong daddy, and his love for me. It was all so beautiful! I awoke to find sunshine in the room. I got up, and marveled at daddy's mixture of strength and gentleness. There was no more itching, and my crotch was perfectly smooth. I owed this one to daddy! But then I remembered that my clothing was in another room. I tried to cover myself with my hands as I moved through the house. But then I felt two large hands start to tickle my back and bum! He playfully took me down on the carpeted floor. Soon I was laughing and rolling on the floor. Daddy spoke, saying, "And how are you this fine morning? How is everything? How is my precious daughter today?" I finally answered, in a giggling voice, "I'm fine daddy! I just want to get dressed." Daddy responded, "Oh, no, you're not. Daddy wants you to go around nude for a while. Daddy wants you to learn about trusting him fully and completely. It's about understanding that I would never hurt you-even when you're totally defenseless! Do you understand that?" I nodded, yes, and daddy took me into his room. He rubbed more skin cream on my shaved crotch. Then he removed my t-shirt, and hugged me. Soon he asked again how I was doing. "I'm fine daddy! Why do you ask?" I said. He replied, "You seem peevish. Did you go poop yesterday? Are you hungry? Honest answer, please!" I stared at him for a minute then answered, "No and no. but I'm seldom hungry in the morning." He then picked me up, and carried me into his bedroom. He then locked the door to the hall, and opened the door to his private bathroom. He went in, and returned wearing latex gloves. He set a few things on his night stand, and placed a funny sheet on the bed. He ordered me to lay on it. And he lifted my feet up. I soon realized he was inspecting my anus! I asked what him, "What are you doing?" He answered, after a minute, "Daddy is now going to make you poop. DON'T FIGHT DADDY! UNDERSTAND?" I was afraid,