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Replacement Therapy II By Cheryl Lynn This is a copy written story by the author. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. Permission to download for personal use only is granted. Any other use without the permission of the author is strictly forbidden. This story contains forced feminization and punishment it is definitely NOT sweet/sentimental. If such fiction is not to your liking then do not read or post negative comments as you have been warned. Comments pro/con regarding story plot, grammar or recommendations are welcome at [email protected]. Replacement Therapy II Ashley stood rooted to the spot as Mildred gathered him into her arms in a tight hug. She was repeating over and over, "My darling you have come back to me and I will never let you go again. I promise my dearest Ashley." I was just standing there staring intently into the reflected images from the full length mirror hanging from the door. What I saw was my dead step-sister and her mother in a deep embrace. "It can't be! That's not the real me but that is my reflection. No! it just can't be possible. I have got to concentrate and see me in that mirror. Oh shit, concentrate, look at it where does it differ from the real Ashley? The nose is a bit too big and hers was turned up some and narrower. Shit, the hair the same, the brows, the lips...yes the lips...not as full as hers. There has got to be more, concentrate darn it! There, there the ears...look at the ears...yes she had pierced ears. Two holes in each lobe and I don't have those. I'm still me!" I thought as I managed to break away from Mildred's embrace. "Mildred stop it! I'm not your daughter. She's dead and buried for crying out loud. You've got to let it go. She's never coming back! You are being delusional," I screamed despite to bring some rationality back into both my and her life. For a moment Mildred looked like she had been shot. Her green eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a poignant drawn out moan. For a moment, just a moment, I thought that I had finally gotten through to her. My step-mother's eyes came back into view and they were ablaze with green fire. Before I could defend myself her palm landed solidly upside my face sending me reeling on my five inch heels. Staggering she hit me several more times before I fell to my knees. I felt my hair being grabbed and stabbing pains ignited in my brain as I was dragged by my hair over to the vanity. I vainly tried to get to my feet but the high heels couldn't find a purchase on the wood flooring. Pulling me up by his hair she forced me over the vanity bench, flipped up the skirt and crinolines exposing the bare flesh of my upper thighs and butt. The hairbrush rained down in a relentless torrent of well aimed hard swats. She started at my upper thighs and worked her way up to my exposed bottom cheeks. I was reeling in pain and didn't know how long I was beaten but it seemed like eternity. I was barely conscious as she pulled me off the vanity bench and let me fall to the floor. Mildred went over to the dresser and rummaged through it until she found what she was looking for. Coming back over she grabbed my arms and quickly tied the nylon around my wrists and then the elbows behind my back. Reaching my feet she methodically secured me at the ankles, knees and upper thighs. She grabbed two pair of nylon panties from the dresser, stuffed them into my mouth and secured them in place with another nylon. As a finishing touch, she wrapped a scarf over my eyes leaving me blind and stuffed an earplug into each of my ears. Satisfied she walked out of the room leaving me bound and gagged on the hard wooden floor. "I won't lose you again even if I have to beat you to within a half inch of your life daughter! I'm going to see to it that you grow up to be a refined lady of culture if it's the last thing I do," she swore as she walked to the kitchen. In the kitchen she went over to the cabinet above the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of brandy. Grabbing a glass she headed into the living room, poured herself a full glass and sat on the sofa. She didn't bother turning on the lights or television. It was full dark when she managed to leave for her bedroom and full light when she finally arose. By the time she had cleaned herself up and had some toast and tea it was early afternoon. With an expression of absolute determination and resolution she got up from the table and headed for Ashley's room. Ooo I slowly regained awareness but my mind was dimmed by an over riding pain. I suffered pain in my head, butt, shoulders, thighs and just about everyplace else. If it weren't for the pain I would have thought I was dead. I couldn't see, hear and could barely move any part of my body. I was aware that I was still lying on the cold hard wood floor, that my arms and legs were securely tied. I could also feel the corset biting deeply into my waist. I could have been lying there for an hour or for days for all I knew. The intense pressure in my bladder told me if I wasn't freed soon I would pee in my pants. Ever since Mildred had laced me up I had to go to the bathroom frequently as the pressure on my bladder was intense. I could tell that I had already wet myself as I could feel the cold dampness under my hips and thighs. I had bemoaned the fact that once corseted she had made me sit to pee and wipe like a girl but now that was much better than lying in a pool of your own piss. I blushed at the thought that I had peed myself just like a baby. It was bad enough being totally dominated by a woman but what scared me the most was just how easily she had beaten me. What masculinity I still had shrunk further into the corners of my mind as I contemplated my current fate. "Damn I've become a total wuzz," I screamed into the panty gag. As I lay there in a pool of my own piss it dawned on the that she had completely defeated me. I don't think that I could live through another beating like I had just recently undergone. I decided then and there not to give her any excuse to do that again. I just had to live through it, bide my time then find some way to escape this mad woman. I drifted in a sea of pain until I felt my leg bindings being removed followed by those securing my hands and arms. Even freed of my bindings it hurt too much to move them. The earplugs, the scarf and finally the gag were taken off. The best I could do was just lie there and moan from the pain of my limbs regaining their circulation. It felt like a million pins were pricking at my arms and legs. "Let me help you up darling. Come on now lean on me. I have a wonderful bath all ready for you. It will take the soreness and cold out of your bones," I heard her say. In the bathroom she quickly removed all my clothing, helped me step into the hot fragrant bath, placed a towel behind my head and told me to just soak. She looked down upon me for a few moments then said, "Ashley that hurt me more than you can ever know but you must understand that I will never let you go again. Now you soak while I go and prepare you a nice cup of tea." I lay there soaking before I realized that for the first time since I could remember I was alone. Alone all by myself I couldn't believe my good fortune. As quickly as I could, I got out of the tub grabbing a bath towel as I stood on shaky legs drying myself so that I would leave as little water on the tile floor as possible. Painfully I made my way over to the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door and looked at myself completely nude for the first time. I didn't pay any attention to my face or feet as I see them every day and already knew what they looked like. Bile rushed to my throat, my hand coming to my mouth to stop it coming out of my mouth, as I beheld the reflected image. My body was drastically different and in my mind grotesque. You could count my ribs easily. They looked all mashed together and my waist was shrunken with the abdominal muscles and skin lacking the toned form they once had. My hips were flared out and my butt looked rounder and fuller than I had remembered. My chest was also altered. Once it had been flat and well defined now there were two noticeable breasts. Not really big, something about the size of a tea cup but well defined none the less. What caused me the most stress was the view I had of my groin. My penis had almost disappeared. It was never bigger than the width of my palm but now it was shrunken back against my pelvis maybe an inch or two a best in length and one inch in diameter if that. The head of my penis was practically up against my pelvis just a little nub of a thing. I reached down to touch it and could still get a tingle rubbing it but nothing else. Tentatively I reached my hand further downward and felt my scrotum. It was smooth and flat, my testicles no longer occupying any space down there. I don't know how long I stood there but a striking pain beginning at my spine worked its way up into my brain calling me back to reality. I opened my eyes not realizing that I had closed them and saw myself slumped at the shoulders and standing on my toes. An instant picture of Mildred seeing me standing in that awful posture flashed through my mind gave me a shiver. That insight also reminded me that she would be back any minute and if she discovered me like this...well that reaction I could do without so I went as quickly as I could back to the tub, got in and placed the hand towel back behind my head. No sooner than I was settled back under the foaming bubbles than she walked back in. "Can you sit up a little darling? I've brought you a cup of tea. You soak for a little longer while I get you something fresh to wear. I'm afraid that I had to throw your other clothing away. It was such a mess there was no saving it," she said handing me the cup. I admit the tea was good and it washed the bile back down into my stomach. Her departure gave me a few more minutes to assess my situation. The intense pain in my back and standing on my toes gave me serious concerns. It was obvious that the stiff corseting and high heels had really altered my body. I was fearful that with my back and stomach muscles so atrophied that I would have to wear corsets for the rest of my life. Then there was that problem with my feet. The pain didn't come from my foot but rather from a point just above the back of my ankles. When I tried to place my feet flat on the floor the pain was both sharp and intense. I figured just like my back, I was now forever to be in high heels. My spirits sank even lower if that were possible and I just shut down my mind, closed my eyes and tried my best not to think of anything. My respite was short lived as Mildred came back into the room and gave me my thorough scrubbing. Assisted out of the bath she proceeded to message the lavender and tea oils deeply into my skin paying more attention to my groin and chest. As my butt was severely bruised she covered it in a soothing balm. I was surprised when she did not cover me in a corset, instead putting a pink terry robe over my shoulders. Another surprise was the pair of five inch spike heeled Malibu open toed heels with fuzzy pink balls at the toe. I reasoned that she was feeling sorry for what she had done and was trying to make it up to me. She had to take my elbow and support me as we made our way back to Ashley's room which I correctly presumed would be mine from now on. It felt decidedly strange as I walked back to the room feeling for the first time my breasts bouncing and moving freely on my chest. The terry cloth rubbing against my nipples sent little shivers up and down my spine. A most unusual but pleasant feeling I had thought at the time. She had me sit on the bed while she rummaged through the dresser. Finding what she was looking for Mildred came over to the bed and handed me another garment I was unfamiliar with. It was a light shade of purple with a darker purple elastic band across the top about six inches wide while the body of the garment had an embroidered satin diamond pattern filled with silver floral stitching and a rubberized inner lining. The legs were high cut and as I felt it there was a soft silkiness yet and elasticity that suggested great strength. She handed me a tin of baby powder and had me sprinkle it liberally inside the garment. I was puzzled but she told me that it would make it easier to pull up the girdle. As I pulled it up my legs there was little give to it and I had to really exert myself to get it over my hips. The waist band gripped me almost as tightly as my corset and reached within four inches of my breasts. The garment was tight, supportive and allowed for more flexibility than my corset. It was a very feminine garment and as I examined it I could see no signs of any bulges. My groin was as flat as any girl. "Ashley I think that your figure has become what I expected however you still need a good support girdle. This one comes with its own waist cinch but there are other styles you may avail yourself of in the future and add a waist chinch when you do. I want you to understand that should you relapse or gain too much weight its right back into your corset," she told me. She wouldn't have to worry about that from me. I'd do practically anything to keep from getting put back into corsets. I was so happy about getting a girdle that I didn't complain when she handed me a matching colored long line bullet bra. The bra had stiff cone shaped cups with concentric spiraling stitching on the outside and soft chiffon lining on the inside. The strap around my chest was wide about three inches with a four hook and eye closure in the back. Mildred had to show me how to put it on and close the clasps behind my back. I found this most difficult to close. She had to arrange my fingers and hands before I managed to get it hooked up correctly. She made me undo all my hard work and refasten the bra at least ten times before she was satisfied with my results. I felt ridiculous with two purple points sticking out of my chest but I had learned my lesson. I was not going to complain or offer any resistance whatsoever no matter how embarrassing or stupid I felt. I was led over to the vanity were she put my hair up in rollers and applied my cosmetics using light purple eye shadow and reddish-purple lipstick to compliment my clothing. A lavender silk scarf was then tied over my head to hold the rollers in place. She tied it off in a large bow over my left shoulder. The she applied a floral scented perfume behind my ears, throat, between my breasts, wrists, and behind my knees. Finished with my makeup she went back to the dresser and pulled out some stockings. She handed me a pair of ecru colored nylons after showing me how to roll them up into a donut to put on. I had some difficulty attaching the back tabs to the welts of the hose as I could not see what I was doing. Three crinolines of stiffly starched nylon net with nylon yoke, the first a purple color with bright purple satin hemming, second a lavender color and the third white were pulled up my legs. The soft yokes came up to my navel and the skirting flared voluminously around my hips. A full skirted cotton dress in a pale purple color and small white polka dots with cap sleeves and upturned white collar was next. It zipped up the back, a sash that tied in a pert bow at the back and fit like a glove with the skirt flaring away from my hips. Mildred then put all the jewelry that I had previously worn back on adding a gold ankle bracelet to my left ankle. The small gold letters on the bracelet said, "I heart Mom". It also had a small diamond at the center of the heart. She later informed me that the reason for putting it on my left ankle was that it was the side closest to the heart. Such sentiment I could do without. Stepping into a pair of white patent leather opened toed pumps with a five inch heel she pronounced me dressed. She led me over to the full length mirror on the closet door. There reflected in the mirror was what could only be described as a June Cleaver wanna be. The bodice stuck out crisply then flowed down to a narrow waist, the flaring skirt making the hips and backside look well rounded and with movement of the skirt sensual. If I had not gone through so much pain and suffering I might have been awestruck by the totally feminine image. I concentrated instead on the ears and nose saying to myself over and over, "That's not the real me." Ooo The next couple of weeks were spent with me getting over the aches and pains of my ordeal. As a matter of fact Mildred treated me with kid gloves but kept up her constant instructions on how I must behave. I had to learn how to manage walking, sitting and moving around if full skirts. It amazed me just how difficult it is to just walk around with those full skirts and not accidentally brush something off a side table. Sitting without exposing everything as the petticoats flared all over the place seemed almost impossible. I learned and I managed but with each little feminine grace my male ego was reduced all the more. While I was becoming more and more like my dead step-sister I concentrated on the fact that I was not an exact carbon copy. I still did not have her pierced ears or her small up-tuned nose. I was still me under all that lingerie and makeup. The week after my ordeal Mildred decided to take me off the tranquilizers. At first I found it a blessing to be fully aware of what was going on around me but then my nerves and the real reality of my situation made me beg for them. She absolutely refused to give me my medication no matter how much I pleaded or begged. I even promised to do anything absolutely anything she wanted if she would just give me one pill. I was that desperate to escape my reality but in time my body adjusted. I still wanted to escape my daily life but not at the expense of my awareness. I still had to find some way out of my predicament and get out from under her thumb. By now my step-mother had me doing most of the housework vacuuming, dusting, mopping and such. She was also determined to make me into a proper Betty Crocker in the kitchen. I prepared all out meals while wearing the most ridiculously feminine of aprons. No matter the fabric they were all ruffles and frills with large floppy bows. What confused me the most though was that she demanded that I keep them unsullied. So I learned to be very meticulous when carrying out my duties. Another chore given to me was the laundry. I quickly learned to sort by color and fabric, which to hand wash and which went into the washer. The chore I hated most was ironing. The work was more tedium than effort but the first few times resulted in sore upper arms as the iron became surprisingly heavy after an hour of constant use. Sometimes while ironing the occasional button would pop off and Mildred insisted that I learn basic sewing. Unfortunately over time this led to learning how to cut out patterns and making my own dresses and lingerie with the help of a sewing machine. This of course led to instructions in embroidery and knitting. How many Afghans did one have to knit before you had too many? Then she decided I should have a hobby and so she began giving me piano lessons, a talent in which she was quite good. On top of all my chores I had to keep up my reading when a new magazine arrived such as "Good Housekeeping," "McCalls," "Modern Bride," "Red Book," and the obligatory teen fan trash. She made sure that I read them cover to cover including all the ads. After I read an article in a magazine I would have to write a report in a neat flowing hand summarizing what it was about from the feminine perspective. I was really uncomfortable with having to read and then summarize to my step- mother's satisfaction articles on male/female relationships or feminine hygiene. In addition I had to keep up with the soaps. One of the articles that I was required to read concerned something brand new that the author touted would change the very fabric of a woman's life. It was called The Pill and was written by a famous woman gynecologist. It basically stated that by taking this pill daily a woman could control her reproductive life with the side benefit that it would help regulate her period. Mildred was so fascinated when she read my report that she read the article herself several times. Two days later she went on another one of her errands and when she returned handed me a bag from the pharmacy. There were three plastic sleeves in a blue color with white flowers containing an oblong plastic pill dispenser. The pills were numbered with the first five being a red color and the rest white. She wasted no time in having me push out the first red pill and with a glass of water made me swallow it. I was hoping that it was a tranquilizer but it did absolutely nothing for me that I could tell. It was much later after reading another article I realized I was taking birth control pills containing high doses of estrogens. When I tried to protest Mildred gave me this look that just dared me to say another word and I left it at that. From that point forward she made sure that I dutifully took my pill each day. I hated it but without anything else to read or allowed to watch anything but the soaps and sitcoms on television what could I do? I tried a couple of times to watch a ball game or the news but when caught I was back into my restrictive corsets for a week. I also received a scolding that young ladies had no business listening to the news much less sports. Going from a rubber lined panty-girdle and waist cinch which allowed flexibility was very painful. While the rubber lined girdles were difficult to put on and could get uncomfortably hot in the groin they allowed for much greater mobility. I guess if she had put me into girdles initially I would hate them as much as I do the corset but now I admit I am spoiled. Give me a girdle any day of the week over those corsets. As you can see I was so seeped into the feminine persona that I had little wiggle room to exert any masculine side. I guess the only thing keeping any masculine spark alive was the fact I was not the perfect image of Ashley. My ears were not pierced and my nose was too large. I know that doesn't sound like much but it kept me from becoming Ashley in both body and soul. Ooo I talked the talk and I walked the walk just like Mildred demanded but some how she was still not completely happy with my attitude and demeanor. My hand gestures, mode of speech and all round behavior would match either Donna Reed or June Cleaver; yet she still seemed unsatisfied. One afternoon she had me put down the laundry that I was folding and asked me to join her in the kitchen. When I arrived there was a bowl of ice cubes, a large needle, a burning candle and cork from a wine bottle sitting on the table. I didn't argue when she had me sit in a chair facing away from the table and draped a hand towel across my shoulders. I was still a bit confused as she placed an ice cube against my right ear lobe. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her pass the needle through the candle flame. "How odd," I remember thinking at the time. Revelation came as I felt her remove the ice cube, press the cork behind my lobe and pushed the needle into my lobe. I didn't feel any pain as such. I guess my mind had become use to the pain from wearing corsets and beatings but the pain burning into my self awareness was staggering. When she was finished my lobes held two small golden hoops. Tears silently streamed down my face as my masculinity drained down my cheeks with them. Mildred handed me a tissue and said, "There there dear. It couldn't have hurt that much. I don't think that you cried like that the first time I did them for you. I can't believe how remiss I was letting the holes seal up like that. I hope you can forgive me darling but now everything is just like it was before. Now come along you still have the laundry to finish." I was doomed and I cried while I folded the laundry and tears still fell as I brought it to my room and put them away. It wasn't until I was at my step-mother's dresser putting away her things when I notice I still had a bigger nose and stopped crying. I still had one shred of myself left and I didn't think she had a way of changing that. I still had hope that maybe one day this would be all over and I could go back to being me. Ooo My universe changed with the piercing of my ears. I found romance novels added to my reading along with books relating to child care and upbringing. She insisted upon the proper feminine slant when I wrote and discussed each of the romance novels that I read. Teen magazines replaced my "Good Housekeeping," and I had to demonstrate the proper teenaged girl responses for the male actors and singers featured in each issue. We had sit down chats while drinking our tea about boys and what a woman's responsibly was toward them. She insisted that I be animated and enthusiastic whenever I discussed boys and what I liked most about them. She wanted specific details such as was I an eye girl or a butt girl. Mildred said that she always liked the dreamy eyed boys but a nice round butt wasn't bad either. The walls in my room soon had quite a number of magazine cut outs of the latest matinee idols. As each was hung on the wall I had to place my red lips to theirs and leave my mark then saying "Oooh I would just die to place my lips upon yours for real," at her demand. My morning toilet was altered a bit as well. Every morning I was now required to douche and lubricate but instead of the regular nozzle a much thicker plastic one with a rounded head had to be used. It was very uncomfortable at first but I got use to it just as she said I would. Additionally during my time of the month, instead of allowing the mixture to escape my body I would have to plug it in with a super tampon followed by a maxi-pad. Mildred said the resulting bloating and cramps would help me associate more with my womanhood. The tight girdles and waist cinches made those times incredibly difficult for me. My evening toilet was also altered. Mildred allowed me to sleep in my girdle. My breasts are real handfuls with eraser sized nipples left bare to rub against my baby doll nighties. The baby dolls she insisted that I wear were in assorted pastel colors all made of chiffon overlay with nylon skirting coming to just below my hips with lots of delicate floral lace trim. My nipples would become very hard and erect while encased in the softness of my nighties...embarrassingly so. Once I removed my makeup and cleansed my skin I would walk over to each of my teen idol pictures and kiss them goodnight. Then I would go over to the framed picture of the month, as I called it, actually it was the latest teen idol that I had selected sitting on my bedside table. Sit on the bed with my knees touching, hold the picture first to my chest in a hug then bring it up to my lips for a kiss. After the kiss I was to hold it away from my body while my right hand reached up to my left nipple and pinched and twisted it while saying, "Ooooh baby I wish that this was your hand playing with my boobies." I must admit it was a very delightful sensation and I had very few delights in my life. My breasts seemed to keep growing even though I knew that I am a boy. I was hoping that once I escaped step-mother's control that they would disappear. She made me use a breast pump every night. The breast pump, yeah that was introduced soon after my ordeal. Each night I had been required to saturate my chest with oils of lilac, lavender and green tea extracts. Once I had a healthy coating of oils I would then place a plastic cup over my breast tissue and squeezed the attached bulb until my tissue completely filled it. Once the tissue filled the cup I used a cut off valve to seal any air leaks then did the same to my other side. They stayed on all night only to be removed by Mildred in the morning. I guess her manipulation of my mind was starting to have an effect on my brain. I actually began seeing those teen idols in a different light. I found myself wondering what it would be like to actually be held by a boy and kissed. Maybe some manly hero would come along as in my romance novels and save me from the fire breathing dragon that was my step- mother. I tried my best to shake those thoughts out of my head. I wasn't some ill begotten queer. Men did not think of other men that way if they did they would be sent to prison or worse. Never the less I couldn't shake those thoughts completely from my mind. Towards the middle of August I had aspirations of Mildred releasing me as her therapeutic replacement and returning me to my rightful boy things. School would be starting soon and they only recognized me as a boy named Ashley. When I mentioned this to her she seemed first surprised then smiling said she would take care of it. Having a bigger nose certainly helped the image of myself but there was no denying that my physical changes would be hard to conceal, my deportment, voice and over all femininity would not change over night nor would the prominent points on my chest go away either. That night as I looked at the image of Ashley the boy versus the image of Ashley the girl I felt a growing uncertainty. Standing before the mirror in a pretty bright emerald green baby doll certainly was no boy or even close to what a seventeen year old boy should look like. The reflected image was all girl no matter which way she turned or how hard she tried to hide her boobies. Worse I found myself attracted to a poster Mildred had found for me at a local bookstore. It was stuck on my wall and it was a picture of Charles Atlas a muscled hunk of a real man. I was sure if my attraction was of the man I could have been or the man I wanted to kiss me. Could eight months of deep immersion therapy and conditioning be reversed in just a little over two weeks?