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Kyle dug his feet into the soft earth, crested the hill and slid down the other side on his rear. At the bottom of the slope was a stream with maybe three inches of water, but it was enough. Kyle first jumped across and ran a few feet through the bushes. Then he turned around and quickly backtracked to the stream and jumped in with both feet. Uncaring of the noise he made, Kyle ran full boar down stream, hoping his scout master was right when he'd shown the troop how to make an animal lose his scent. The boy ran for almost two hundred yards, certain that the dogs had reached the stream by now. He could hear their barking echoing between the hillsides. They didn't seem to be getting closer, but he wanted to be sure, and it was another fifty yards before he turned and ran up a slight embankment into the forest. The barking dogs began fading behind him, and with a slight smile of satisfaction, Kyle thanked his cross country training; cinched the straps on his rucksack and ran deeper into the forest. If his friend had escaped as well he should already be waiting at the clearing. From there they'd make their way to Canada. Aaron was getting nervous; Kyle should have been here already. Looking down the hill, he could see the rail-yard and the freight train they were supposed to hop looked as if it would be leaving soon. Aaron didn't want to leave his friend behind, but they had agreed that if one of them didn't make it, the other should go on. He looked down at his watch; he'd give him three more minutes. From the stood he could hear the locomotives starting their large diesel power plants. Just as Aaron was about to move on he heard snapping twigs behind him and spun in alarm, but it was only Kyle who burst through the bushes. He dropped to his knees and sucked in air by the gallon. "Jesus fucking on a cross! Dude, I was just about to leave!" Kyle sat back on his heels and put his hands on top of his head, forcing his breathing to slow down. "Man, I had to run almost the whole way. They almost got me. Fuckers showed up right as I was leaving!" Aaron turned back the way Kyle had come and cocked his head to the side. "Nah, don't worry man. I ditched 'em, the trick Mr. Davison taught us must really work." Kyle took a big swallow of air and got to his shaky legs. "C'mon, let's go, before the train leaves." Together they begin to work their way down the steep slope towards the rail- yard. Those locomotives looked like they were going to start moving any minute. Of course with security now an institutionalized paranoia throughout the United States, the ground sensors around the rail-yard alerted the security forces of the boys' approach. Allowing them to slew the cameras mounted on towering poles on to them. "Well one of them fits the description, Boss. You want me to call the Sweepers?" Sgt. Withers looked down at the monitors with a sad expression. It was a damn awful thing what they were doing to these boys. But he had also lost his wife and daughter in the plague and now he had a son with no one to marry. And he wanted grandchildren. "Yeah it looks like they're headed for that consist about to head out. Make the call and then notify the engineer to hold until further notice." "Yes, sir." The sun was setting behind them, which is why Kyle looked up when a flare of light caught his eye. What he saw made him stop dead in his tracks, as he watched a small camera on a high pole angle in their direction. Then there was the sound of the diesel engines of the locomotives spooling down. He reached out and grabbed the sleeve of Aaron's jacket. "What are you doing? Aren't we in a hurry?" Kyle silently pointed up at the camera. "Yeah? So?" "I saw it move, Aaron. They know we're here." "Stop playing around..." Aaron realized the yard had gone quiet and suddenly they both could hear the thump-thump-thump of a helicopter approaching. "Fuck. What we gonna do, man?" Kyle ran his hand over the stubble of his buzz cut. "Fuck it. Run man, run. Save yourself!" "But dude, we swore we'd stick together!" "We have a better chance if we split up, Aaron. You have the map to my uncle's house, I can get there from memory. Now fucking run fucker, before they're on top of us!" Without another word Aaron turned and bolted. Running between two trains towards the river. Kyle stepped to the side of a line of boxcars and followed his friend more slowly, out of sight from the security cameras. Kyle felt bad about possibly sending his friend to the slaughter. But he had already lost three other friends to the Draft and he wasn't going to join them. He'd rather die first than be some faggots fuck toy and baby factory. Kyle was just nearing the other end of the rail-yard when the helicopter roared directly over his head, but moving too fast to have seen him. Instead it headed strait down the line to where Aaron was now franticly searching for a place to hide. Kyle ducked under a low gondola car and hid behind the wheels where he was just barely able to see the end of the yard. Four men in black dropped down from the helicopter on thick black ropes and gave chase to the fifteen-year-old boy, who was running at full bore away from them. But one raised an odd looking rifle and half a second later Aaron looked as if he had been punched hard in the shoulder from behind. Kyle could hear Aaron's cry from almost a hundred yards away as the boy desperately tried to pull the tranquilizing dart from his right shoulder. The four men slowly walked behind him, patiently waiting for the drug to take effect. Aaron soon began stumbling as if he was drunk and leaned against a rail car for support. "Kyle!" The desperation in Aaron's voice sent a chill down Kyle's spine. Never mind that Aaron was basically telling the men that he was here as well. "You fucking asshole! You knew they'd catch me! Kyle, don't let them..." The sentence trailed off as Aaron lost consciousness and fell to the ground. The men came to stand where Aaron had fallen. Two stooped to pick him up and began to carry him back to where the helicopter had landed. One of the others gestured further done the row. "Do you want to go looking for the other kid?" "Nah, we got one of 'em. That's good enough for me. Besides if the other really did set that one up, then he's probably out of the rail yard by now and I go off duty in 45 minutes." "Yeah, you're right. Let's go." The men turned and followed the other two men and their cargo. Soon the helicopter spooled up its engines and lifted off, turning and heading west towards the mountains. Kyle remained in his hiding space until well after dark and the rail yard had been silent for at least two and a half hours, missing his train in the process, but there was no point in going there now. Aaron had held all of their cash in his rucksack. There was no way he was going to make it to Canada or Southern California without any funds. A year went by... Kyle nervously approached the exit to the supermarket. His backpack cinched tight on his back heavy with canned goods and processed lunch meets. This was the third and last time he would steal from this store. He needed to move on past this town anyway, the people were starting to take notice of his presence and it was getting uncomfortable, much like the feeling of cans digging into his back. The security guard was looking at him suspiciously now. Kyle avoided making eye contact and quickened his pace, trying not to look guilty of anything. The guard lifted his radio and spoke rapidly into it; quickening his own pace to cut Kyle off before he got to the exit. Kyle was about to break into a run when someone grabbed his backpack from behind. "Going somewhere?" Kyle turned to see a second security guard. "Don't make a scene kid, you're already in more trouble than you realize." "I haven't done anything wrong, yet." "Today maybe, but we got you on tape stealing from the store twice now. So why wait for you to do it again." "You can't do anything to me though, you're not a real cop." The guard chuckled. "You're right kid, we're not." He pointed to two policemen who were just walking into the store. "But they are." And that was difference enough for Kyle. He couldn't let himself get arrested, it would only take a DNA sample to find out who he was and then they'd know he was draft dodger. And Kyle had heard the draft dodgers were sent to work in brothels on military bases after they were transformed. Kyle shrugged out of the backpack that the guard was holding on to and bolted for the door. One of the cops was pointing an odd looking pistol in his direction, but Kyle was not concerned. They wouldn't dare shoot him just for trying to get away. But he heard a pop and turned just in time to receive two barbed darts in his left side, just under the rib cage. Electricity seized up every muscle in Kyle's body and he dropped to floor with a hard thud, smacking his head against the linoleum as he landed. Consciousness quickly faded to black. "How long has she been out?" "A few days, she was knocked unconscious during capture and we just kept her sedated the whole time." Jarrod turned to the policeman and smiled. "They fight a little less that way, don't they?" "Sure enough. So how is the project going?" The smile dropped. "We a had girl die in child birth last night. She convinced herself that there was no way she could be pregnant, and refused to let anyone help her when she went into labor. This one will probably replace her." "Damned shame though..." "So is the possible death of the United States, Officer Brady." "Don't get me wrong, I have a new grandson to take fishing in few years because of the program. But how would you feel if it were your son?" Both men looked in on the sleeping young man. He was older than usual, almost 18 the file said, but that didn't really matter too much. The treatment would reverse the aging process a little. "Well, doc, I gotta get back to work, so if there's anything else you need..." "No nothing Officer Baker. Thank you. Would you mind sending my men in on your way out though?" The police officer tipped his hat as he turned and headed out of the room, feeling almost remorseful for the young man. If he had made it to eighteen he would have been clear of the draft. His own son had dodged it by two days. "Damned shame." It's an awful feeling being woken up by a headache. But that is exactly what happened. "Why do I feel like I've been run over with a freight train?" "Oh God, must you always exaggerate so much?" The sound of that voice caused Kyle's eyes to pop open, which had been closed up to this point. The light seared his lenses and Kyle clenched them shut again. "Keep your eyes closed, they've been closed for a long time." "Listen, Aaron, I'm sorry about you getting caught man. I really am. I was just scared too, ya know?" "Yeah well, I guess it worked out for me in the end. Don't think that just cause I'm here when you woke up that we're gonna be friends again." Kyle tried to sit himself up and finally noticed that his wrists were strapped down. Aaron watched his ex-friends eyes open slowly and focus on his own. "What's going on, Aaron?" Aaron gave a satisfied smile. He had been looking forward to this for almost a year, and he could not believe the level of luck that he was enjoying at this moment. So sure that it would happen that he'd already passed on five wives just in case. "You're in the Draft, Anya, you, not me. They were asking me if I knew where you were headed. I told them the truth, and I told them how you sent me to the slaughter. But a good doctor took pity and pulled me out. But they never stopped looking for you." "But, dude, it wasn't like that!" "Maybe, but what you have to say no longer matters." Kyle watched Aaron pull a slip of paper from his hip pocket from which he began to read, "Pursuant to the Gender Rehabilitation and Social Reconstruction Acts of 2015, you are no longer a free citizen. As you have no husband as yet, you will be placed under the direct supervision of a legal guardian until such a time a husband may be found for you." Aaron looked up to see the color draining from Kyle's face. "Dude you're only supposed to read that after someone gets the shot. Get me free and we can get out of here like we planned..." "I don't think you get it, Anya-" "Don't call me that! It's not my fucking name!" Aaron only smiled. "Not yet, but you've already been given the shot." He held up the empty syringe. "You will become female, and after three months from today you and I will be married and I'm going to want to have lots of kids." "I swear to god, Aaron, I'm gonna kick your fucking ass." Again he smiled and then turned to leave. "Someone will be here to get you dressed and explain things to you...after you change." The door opened and closed with defining click. Mother and Father were waiting downstairs and looked to him as he came into the large dining area where they were seated. "How'd it go?" They weren't his parents or anyone else's, but they were in charge of this little social project and were called Mother and Father because of their age. Both were over fifty, the woman had entered menopause almost six months before the Virus had broken out. And it only took a cursory glance around the ranch to see that everyone else was easily under twenty-five years old. It had been Fathers idea to attempt this social experiment. Problems persisted of draftees completely rejecting their new social status, some to the point of suicide, even while pregnant in some cases. But a look at the data showed that draftees who were taken into rural areas with little to no contact with the outside world assimilated much easier. Father believed that the lack of outside interference forced the neo-females to accept what their new station was. Plus distance itself was natural deterrent to runaways. These mostly city boys had no desire to hike twenty miles to the nearest town where they could be quickly recognized and captured. If all of their time were taken by just having to survive on the plains of Kansas and raise children they'd have no time to plan a proper escape. Which was why this ranch/compound didn't need a fence, it was more than twenty miles to the nearest town in any direction. And they made sure the draftees knew it. "Her voice was starting to crack when I left, Mother. I think it might happen soon." "Yes, but I imagine she wasn't happy to see you." "No ma'am, she wasn't, but that's okay. I have three months to work on that. Also I've already found a piece of land for sale. It's up in the Dakotas, it's already built up for ranching, I just need your approval to sign the papers." This from Father, "Is it a good place for children?" Before Aaron could answer, screams of agony could be heard from upstairs. High feminine screams. They moved quickly. She would be weak as a kitten for a short time after the change, and that just made the first dressing easier. The leather cuffs were released from the bed rails, but left on her wrists. There they would stay until Mother decided she was trustworthy enough for them to come off. The girl was quickly stripped of the boy's clothes she had been wearing upon arrival. A very thorough but quick sponge bath followed, and then her arms were fed into a knee length chemise, as a pair of snug satin panties were slid up her forever- hairless legs. Bloomers would have been more appropriate for the style of dress, but were too close to wearing "pants under a dress" according to Mother, and the draftees weren't even to be thinking of pants. Keren was the first to see the fog lifting in the girl's eyes. They were pretty eyes blue like the Caribbean Ocean, framed by a mane of jet back hair. She tried to speak. "What are..." "Mother, we need to hurry, she's starting to come around!" Mother left her two trusted assistants (willing draftees) and opened the cedar chest at the foot of the bed. From it she pulled a bust to thigh corset. Made of simple but strong cotton and 51/60 spring steel for the boning it would definitely get her used to wearing a corset. She'd have to, she was about to spend the next week without taking it off. "Quickly girls, secure her hands." Keren went to lower the trapeze from the ceiling while the other, Julie, threaded strong cord through the d- rings on the cuffs of the girls wrists. Julie could feel resistance from the girl; she was trying to pull her hand away. She could see Mother approaching with the corset and to her at that moment it looked like the most evil thing ever created. "No..." The trapeze was down and Julie quickly tied a knot that would have made a boy scout jealous. Then she went to where Keren was standing and began to pull on the rope. The girl's arms rose over her head and she was soon standing on her toes. This caused the girl to become fully aware and the first words out of her cupids bow lips could have made a sailor blush. But she couldn't move or act on any of her threats, and once the corset was on she'd be docile again. She would have to relearn how to breath, but until then she'd be starving for air and unable to fight anyone off. Mother positioned the corset around the girl's body and began lacing. As soon as the girl's arms came down and her body was no longer stretched she began to suffer. There was nowhere for the flesh to go but in, thus restricting her diaphragm and giving her the sensation of drowning. There was nothing anyone could do, but wait until she managed to calm herself down. The three other females in the room watched Anya stumble about the room as she pulled at the bodice of her corset, trying to loosen it enough for a decent breath of air. She tried reaching the laces that ran the entire length of her back, but felt nothing but cotton and boning, they were covered by a zippered flap. "Please...I... can't... breath! Help... can't... breath." "You can't breath because you're panicking. Try to relax, Anya." The girl whirled, they saw that she had something to say but couldn't speak. She dropped to her knees as her eyes began to roll back. "Oh no you don't." Mother rushed forward and firmly slapped the girl on the cheek, which brought her back. "Please..." Her eyes rolled back again and she was gone before anyone knew it. Ryan wiped at her brow with the sleeve of her blouse and was rewarded by a light smack on the back of her head. "Use your apron, that's what it's for. You never know when company might stop by and you don't want sweat stains on your blouse if they do." He looked crossly at the old woman, but did nothing. He was tired of passing out and every time he fought with them, that's what happened. The woman called Mother gave him a gimlet eye. Taunting him. That woman was another thing all together. She knew he was having a hard time adjusting to the corset, and yet still worked him hard from the time after the men left to work the ranch to just before suppertime, denying her any masculine contact. What Ryan didn't realize was that Mother was just waiting for his feminine mannerisms to kick in, so she could let the boys loose on her. Yes she as betrothed to Aaron, but the boys were encouraged to flirt and tease the neo-girls. Ryan thought about turning and trying to stab her with the cutting knife he was using to carve the meat. Meat that he wouldn't be able to eat ever again (It was widely known that the Draftees would get violently ill from consuming flesh.) It smelled so good and he was hungry, he didn't see the fairness of why the women had to be served last and him last of all. Just one bite... Mother noticed the sounds at the cutting board had stopped and she turned to see Anya staring down at the roast in front of her. Her right hand was clenching and releasing; something Mother recognized that as this child's mind processing. Trying to convince itself of something, so far it's never been a positive outcome. "Anya, it will taste delicious going down, but you don't want to vomit in a corset. It hurts more than you can imagine especially in one as tight as yours." "Just one bite." She spoke in whispers unable to gather enough breath for full volume. "Please." Her hand was still working, Ryan figured he could chew and swallow a piece before she was able to stop him. One tiny piece of meat couldn't hurt, he'd grown up eating hamburgers and steaks, how could meat be poisonous to him now? Ryan sensed the old woman come up behind him and she took the knife from his hand. "Go help the others set the table. The men will be back soon." Ryan backed away from the cutting board and went to do as he was told. From the kitchen Mother observed the girl intently, watching her every- move. Despite the girls pleadings mother insisted that a fringe of hair be left loose from her braid. It constantly fell into her field of vision while working, and at first Ryan would just blow it away or shake his head to move it, but in one week Anya had adopted the habit of tucking it behind her ear. It was very cute the way she did it too; just her pointer finger was all she used and she canted her head to the side when she did it. Another trait she'd developed was biting the corner of her lower lip, unconsciously drawing attention to how full and kissable her lips were. Her hips swayed gently as she walked; having adapted to life in high- heel ankle boots. The slow rise and fall of her ample breasts pushed up by the corset drew attention to them enticingly showing that she had finally mastered breathing in a super tight corset, if she didn't let herself get too excited. Tomorrow, Mother thought, tomorrow I introduce her to the men. They are going to devour the poor thing. Mother smiled to herself at the thought of six men drooling over the poor thing. Sure it was a little sadist, and besides Mother did admit she enjoyed her job a little too much. All her life she been looked down upon for being perceived as the weaker sex and soon, just like the ones before, this little slice of apple pie would experience it too. Kyle looked over at the doorway to see Mother smiling at him; she couldn't see the chill that ran down his spine. "Where are we going?" Mother took her time to answer, letting the girl's nervousness build even more. "We're taking lunch out to the men." Mother both heard and saw the lump that Anya swallowed. "It's time for you to meet your fianc?." Kyle pulled at the small chain holding his wrists to the high bedpost. Mother was behind him fastening the buttons that ran the length of his spine. The dress itself is what had set the alarms off in his head. He had never worn anything as extravagant as this until now. He had become use to the blouses and long skirts, even the corsets and crinolines, but the dress added an intense sense of containment. It was the same color blue as his eyes and made of stretchable satin. It clung to every part of his body it came in contact with. Inside of the material around his neck was a steel collar, which would not allow him to lower his head. And underneath all of that, including the corset and crinolines was an ankle length hobble skirt; cruelly designed not let him take steps more than 12 inches apart. He couldn't run away if his life depended on it. Mother finished the last of the buttons and stepped around to release Anya's hands. The look on the girls face was priceless. "But the chores won't get done. You said I have to complete all of my chores everyday." The old woman gave a patient smile. It was adorable the way they always tried to rationalize their way out of this. Anya knew that she couldn't fight them, not unless she wanted to pass out again. And it would be especially difficult with the hobble skirt on. Julie came up the stairs and poked her head through the door. "The wagon is ready, Mother." "Thank you, Julie. Can you do me a favor and help Anya down the stairs and into the wagon?" "Yes ma'am." Julie came in and took a firm grip on Kyle's slim wrist, reminding him that he was the smallest female of the four, and pulled him towards the stairs. "Now, Anya you have to be really careful when going up or down stairs in a hobble skirt. So you do it like this." Julie hiked up her skirts and showed Kyle how to do it. "One hand one the rail, descend sideways and very slowly." Kyle mimicked Julie only to prevent himself from falling and snapping his neck. Outside was a covered wagon and a set of wooden steps placed at the back. "Up we go Anya." But Kyle faltered. The barn door was open and he could just barely see the right headlamp of some kind of vehicle. A car, a truck, he couldn't tell from this angle; but he knew it was a means of escape. Julie saw what he was looking at and gently pulled on Kyle's arm. "Anya you won't make it far, even if you manage to find the keys and get away from here. Every police station for two hundred miles in every direction has a picture of you. You can't get away." Kyle didn't need keys; he'd learned how to hot wire while on the lamb. "Let me go, Julie." "Anya they're going to catch you and punish you. You aren't ready for what they'll do! Please just get in the wagon." Kyle could hear the fear in Julie's voice, she would be punished too if she let him get away. He actually liked Julie, she was the nicest to him of the three and he didn't want her to suffer too. He felt tears boiling in his eyes, but he carefully made his way up the steps into the back of the wagon. He was not going to forget that vehicle was there, though. What Kyle didn't see was the faint smile Julie showed as she went to the side of the wagon to hang the steps. The girl had just been set up for a fall, a fall that was really going to feel good. Julie felt herself getting wet thinking about her first time. The first ones are always the most intense. Kyle couldn't breath, couldn't move. The experience was chilling in effect. Kyle had only been around women for the last two weeks. Out of all of them was the shortest, the smallest. Mother had told him he barely reached 5'3", but he'd had nothing else to really compare himself too, since all the other females were relatively short too. But now it was sinking in, he was tiny compared to men all reaching at least six feet or more. Julie and Karen stood to the side and just behind Anya preventing her from backing up. They could see her body shaking so hard she seemed to be vibrating. Kyle was truly terrified for the first time in his life. Aaron was approaching slowly (having been told to do so by Father), with a broad smile on his face. She was beautiful, just as he hoped. Aaron had long had a weakness for girls with dark hair and blue eyes. She was his, literally belonged to him. And he knew Kyle was still in there somewhere, and that made it all the better. Anya saw the flash of the evil grin and panicked. She turned and tried to run, almost falling because of the hobble skirt. "Oh, God he's going to hurt me! No! Let me go!" Anya looked over her shoulder to see him closer. "Please he's too big! I can't fight him off, please!" But they wouldn't let go and instead forced Anya to turn around and face her fianc?. "No, you don't understand!" Aaron was smiling broadly, now. A handsome smile, a charming smile. A smile that most people were easily fooled by, but Kyle knew his ex-best friend too well. And that smile was also Aaron's evil, nasty, being destructive or cruel smile. The last time he had seen it was watching Aaron kill his goldfish by taking it from water. And Aaron had grown, he was now pushing 6'2" and the ranch work had made him lean and muscular. Anya needed help lifting the mop bucket she used to clean the dining room floor. Mother appeared before her, blocking the view of still approaching Aaron. Taking one of Anya's hands she threaded a small golden chain through one of the d-rings and turned to hand the other end to Aaron. By now Anya was reduced to balling and Mother was glad for waterproof mascara. "Please, he's going to hurt me. I can't fight him, he's too...he's too... big..." Anya struggled for breath as she lost control of her breathing. She clawed at her chest trying to grasp the top of the corset under her dress to pull it away. The others didn't know how frightened she was. How frightened Kyle was. His male brain struggled to deal with this immense sense of helplessness that was flooding his senses. Everyone was taller than him; everyone was stronger than him. They controlled his movements, what he ate, when he slept...his very breathing. With diminishing consciousness he fought them as the three women took control of his flailing arms as she clawed at the dress and corset beneath. Somehow he knew this moment would change everything. There was something about Aaron's smile that chilled Kyle's very core. The rush of adrenaline made it even hard to breath. The edges of his vision began to fog and the panic climbed higher. Anya knew what ever was about to happen she needed to be awake to fight them, to at least protest. The way the fought to control her arms made it seem as if she was counting on her panicking. Fight or flight? Kyle found himself unable to do either and that was the final straw. His brain just couldn't process this fact and simply shut down. Aaron stepped in just in time to catch her. The touch was gentle as the fingertip smoothed hair out of her face; the blanket was soft beneath her. The smell of prairie grass and oak trees filled her nostrils. A gentle breeze caressed her neck were the fabric incased steel collar chaffed her skin. The breeze also brought to her nose a strange scent, akin to cologne or after-shave, muscular and unmistakably masculine. Anya's eyes flew open. "Hey sleeping beauty, I was beginning to wonder-" Her mouth opened to scream, but he slapped a hand over it. "Oh no you don't! Are you still in there Kyle? Or did they get rid of all of you." Aaron stared hard into Anya's eyes, which had already filled and overflowed with tears. Desperately trying to control his breathing for fear of passing out again, Kyle slowly nodded. "Good, then evidently you still remember what kind of person I am?" Another nod. "Then you're not going to scream are you?" Aaron watched tears roll down the side of her angelic face. Her eyes were searching anywhere but his face; looking for help that wouldn't come even though Mother was standing a stones throw away. Another nod. Aaron slowly removed his hand. "Please don't hurt me, Aaron. I'm so sorry what I did to you. Please..." A very stern look silenced Kyle. If she really were alone with him then she had to be careful not to upset him. "We're long past apologies, Anya." "But I've been punished for what I did. You don't know what this is like. Can't we be friends again?" That smile again. "Never again will I call you a friend. But I will call you my lover, my wife, and the mother of my children." Kyle was extremely uncomfortable with Aaron looking down at him and tried to sit up, but Aaron firmly placed a hand on her upper chest and pushed her back down. Causing him to start panicking again. He had resisted with every ounce of strength and Aaron had done it easily. "It sucks being small and weak, doesn't it?" "Yes." "You wanted to make me like you are now, yeah?" Kyle shook his head, "No Aaron, I swear it wasn't like that. I was just really scared. You don't know what it's like-" "You're right I don't, and never will. But I suppose you might want to get used to it." He climbed on top of her placing a knee between her thighs and forcing her legs as open as possible in the hobble skirt. "You can't fight me off, Anya. You can't resist." He watched her eyes grow big as saucers and explode with tears as he leaned forward and his thigh pushed against her sex. The first time it had ever been touched besides a quick swipe with a rag in the bath. Electricity shot up her spine; it actually felt good. Kyle put his hands on Aaron's chest and tried to shove him off, but nothing happened. "Oh, that's gotta be infuriating. Are you pushing as hard as possible?" "Please stop, Aaron," she was openly crying. This was too much, Kyle wasn't prepared to handle that part of his body being touched yet and through skirts and crinolines Aaron was sending pulses of pure pleasure up his spine. And it was more powerful than anything he had ever done to himself by a factor of ten (Most draftees, including Kyle, were virgins before being transformed.) "So are you going to tell me where your trigger is, or do I have to find it myself?" Now Kyle froze. "Oh please, the whole world knows that you girls have triggers. It's no big secret, Anya. I just want to know if they've shown you how it works." "Julie told me where it is, but they haven't touched it. There's a patch over it to protect it." Lying to him could only make it worse. "Please, get off me now." Anya felt so miniscule under him; like he could just crush her if he stopped holding himself up with his arms. His masculine scent just seemed to waft down from his body covering her in a warm blanket she couldn't escape. Not knowing that with each breath she took, she was inhaling his pheromones and creating a chemical dependency for which she would suffer for the rest of her life. But Aaron knew this, and the thought that she literally would not be able to live without him seemed oddly appropriate in his mind. If everything was going to plan, she would be attempting to escape very soon and then the fun would really begin. He wouldn't be there to see it, but his essence would. That caused a smile and he ground his leg even harder into her crotch, causing her to breath even deeper. That night, as a matter fact, wearing nothing more than her chemise and a pair of boots she'd stolen from the coat closet, Kyle ran across the open field between the ranch house and the barn. The door was still open when he got there and quickly ran into its darkness. Inside was an old beat-up Ford pick-up truck; Kyle couldn't have picked a better vehicle to hot wire. The engine started easily and Kyle had it in drive before the cranking had stopped, then he firmly placed his boot on the floor. Mother and Father stood quietly in the shadows as the truck tore out of the barn. "She didn't even need the keys, I don't even think she noticed them." "Yeah, most of the time that's when they realize they might have been set up, but..." "Yes, Mother, she doesn't care if it is a set-up, she's terrified of her new fianc?. " A wave of the hand. "Oh fuey, I don't know why. They were best friends." Mother and Father shared a giggle over the joke. "Come on honey, in another two weeks she starts her period and next to that, this is my favorite part." Kyle angrily wiped the tears from his eyes as the truck rattled down the bumpy dirt road at break neck speed. He had noticed the keys on the seat but that didn't mean anything. He just had to get away from that place. He could maybe accept being a girl, there wasn't anything he could change about that. But the smaller and weaker thing wasn't going to work, especially with Aaron. Kyle could still feel a slight dampness between his thighs from what Aaron had done to him. He needed to get away. Julie had not been the first to tell him about the police stations. Mother had been very clear on what happens when a draftee runs away. But Kyle was figuring he might be able to breach the perimeter before they got too organized, and maybe he could... Why was the truck slowing down? The head lights dimmed and went black, then the engine died completely. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no... Come on please start!" Kyle tried to restart the truck, but it gave no response. It was a moonless night and outside the windows it was pitch black, she couldn't see for three feet past the glass. She could barely see her own hand. Kyle reached to open the door but they locked automatically before he could open it. The truck was too old to have automatic locks. They had her trapped. "No! You have to let me go!" Anya pounded her tiny fists on the glass windows, but only hurt herself. Father held her arm in a vice like grip, holding it high enough to make Anya walk on her toes. She had been stripped of her boots and chemise left only with a pair a panties and her right arm to cover her chest. She was too lost for words, being almost completely naked in front of all these people was horrifying. Only worse than the dream since this was real. Aaron was waiting in her room with the other women when Father led her in. Julie and Karen quickly took custody and Anya began to fight when Karen pulled her arm away from her breasts, exposing them to Aaron's lustful gaze. "Put her over the footboard girls." Anya was easily subdued. "Come here Aaron." Aaron stepped forwards as Mother slowly peeled the four-inch square patch off of Anya's lower spine. "Please, no, oh god please, Mother! I'll do anything please don't punish me like this. I'm sorry for trying to run away! I'm sorry Aaron!" A patch of tiny dark freckles marked the spot. They contrasted sharply with Anya's otherwise porcelain skin. She barely felt the touch, but the explosive fire that ignited in her lower abdomen consumed all of her senses. "Oh god..." Aaron had been nice enough to leave his shirt, which Anya was clutching as if she'd found the Golden Fleece. Her face was half covered by it, covering her nose so that she could breath his scent. It helped. It didn't cure the itch, or stop the burn, but it helped. "Make it stop, Julie. Please." The smell of sex permeated the room and the bags under eyes proclaimed Anya's lack of sleep. If she'd been watching the monitors she would have seen Anya's furiously masturbating all night. Bringing her self to orgasm again and again, but never achieving satisfaction. Julie picked Anya up from the floor and led her to stand near the bed. Keren soon entered followed by Mother who was holding what looked like a syringe without the needle. "What's going on, Julie?" Keren had a sinister look on her face and Mother was smiling, that old woman only smiled when she was about to make Anya suffer. "Do you want the burn to go away, Anya?" "Yes. Why can't I put his shirt down?" "The reason we kept you away from the men so long was because the first one you smelled you'd be bonded to for the rest of your life." Mother could see the confusion on the girls face. "It's our way of making sure you never spend too much time away from your husband. If you had successfully escaped you would have eventually returned, willfully or not. You now have a chemical dependency on Aaron's pheromones." Mother came to stand very close to Anya forcing her to look up at the old woman. "You'll go into painful body spasms if you don't smell him once a day. You're only clutching the shirt now because your addiction is worse when you're aroused." "But..." Mother held up a hand. "Don't worry child. You two aren't married yet so there will be no sex. But you'll need to drink this to make the burn go away." "What is it?" "Semen." A saccharin smile as the color drained from Anya's face. "No!" She struggled to get free. "Lemme go, Julie!" "It's okay, Anya. It's going to feel so good." These from Keren as she slid in behind Anya and took her free arm into a half nelson while wrapping her other arm around Anya's shoulders. "It's okay we're going to help make it better, just drink it." Kyle was in full panic mode now. He had never known such agonizing arousal could exist, but he was willing to deal with it if the only solution was to drink Aaron's come. Keren's hand slid up and took a firm grip of his jaw and forced it open while Julie began to tease his diamond hard nipples. Mother placed the syringe in Anya's mouth and pushed the plunger till it stopped. She then covered Anya's mouth and nose, denying her air. Kyle tried to turn his head away to spit out the vile liquid in his mouth, but Mother held fast and wouldn't let go. As one of the girls hands began to slowly travel down his flat stomach toward his sex he stared up at mother with pleading eyes. He felt so utterly helpless at this very moment. No strait male would every accept another mans seed into his mouth or have breasts or a sopping wet vagina made even worse by the fingers that deftly played in it's folds. Kyle felt his grip slipping as the liquid moved around in his mouth coating every surface and laying heavy on his tongue. His lungs burned. "Swallow it, Kyle. Swallow it and you can have all the air you want. You're going to need it." Mother saw the resignation and watched the girl's throat flex. The look of disgust in her eyes told the truth. Mother smiled, "I have fun." Anya's eyes screwed shut as a loud moan escaped her lips, then another, and another, and another, each one louder than the last. Despite Anya's inherent weakness, the muscle contractions tested the other girl's strength. They released Anya's arms and watched as the girl reached for something to grip, to channel this away. "She's trying to stop it, hold her hands down to her sides." The other two girl quickly obliged Mother's order. But neither was stopping their manipulations of her sex or breasts. But now her moans had become continuous only fading when she labored for breath. The blood rushing about her body had turned her pale skin nearly crimson. Like waves crashing against a cliff, Anya slipped into the mother of multiple orgasms. Somewhere inside Kyle fought to stop it. But every time he got up another enormous wave of shear pleasure would crush him back against the rocks of the cliff. Leaving less and less of him each time. He could feel the hands on his body, helping destroy his masculinity helping this orgasm wash him away to nothingness. No part of his body would obey. Every muscle and nerve danced and pulsed with each crushing wave. And finally she crested, the strength of the waves began to weaken, the pleasure began to wane until finally Keren and Julie eased the trembling girl down to the bed, where she quickly fell asleep. "Wow." "Yeah...I think I'm a little jealous." "A little?" They hadn't heard her coming, either because it had been so long since they'd been able to kiss or she had been extremely silent. The ankle boots she had to wear were designed to be loud on the hard wood floors. Anya stood there, mouth agape, as Keren and Julie extracted themselves from the tight embrace. "That's not fair," barely a whisper. It was all coming flooding in now, the realization that neither Keren nor Julie had husbands or children. They had each other. The two lesbians watched Anya's face darken in anger. "Why do I have to have a husband then!" "Anya, there's more to it than you think," Julie tried to sooth. "That's not fucking fair!" Tears exploded from her eyes. "I like girls too!" "No you don't, Anya. We've seen how you look at Aaron." This caught Anya's breath in her throat. Her mouth opened and closed several times as her big secret came to light as well. She'd been lusting after him, secretly relishing his touch and hating herself for it at the same time... She bolted... This was why Mother usually kept the draftees in corsets until their wedding night. But Anya had become a model charge since her escape attempt and had earned the privilege of not wearing one. If she thinks she had it hard before, just wait till I get my hands on her, Mother thought as she watched the men follow the bloodhounds out onto the prairie. Her two helpers were not to escape punishment either. This was the very reason they were only allowed to be together on rare occasions. Already both were laced into corsets equally as tight as Anya's had been on the first day. Anya quickly found that she was more out of shape than she thought. She hadn't been able to run more than a half-mile before she winded and walking had barely finished off that mile. She could hear the barking dogs, leading her pursuers strait to her. The woods she had run into began to thicken and the sharp branches constantly snagged her skirt and her heeled boots sank into the soft soil slowing her down even more. "Anya!" She spun to find Aaron less than thirty feet behind her. He had been on the same marathon team with Kyle on although he was sweating heavily he barely seemed winded. "Oh, god. Please..." Anya tugged at her skirt, trying to desperately free it from the branch that seemed to have death grip on the thick cotton. "What happened, Anya? You were doing so well," Aaron worked his way towards her and she redoubled her efforts. "Why are you bothering, you know can't go without me for more than a day." "This isn't right! I shouldn't be here! I should be at home playing my Playstation and eating Doritos, not learning how to be your wife! Why do they get to be lesbians and I have to smell your neck to keep my head strait?" She finally tore her skirt free and turned to run but Aaron was on her before she got far. "Don't touch me, I hate it when you touch me!" She loved it, the warmth of his fingers on her skin made her head swim and heart flutter. "It's wrong. Lemme go you fucking faggot!" Anya fought to get free, really fought. With every ounce of strength she had left. She swung with her free arm, the blows landed like puffs of mist on Aaron's chest. She tried kicking but the thick crinolines and her skirt muted the blows. Father arrived and quickly produced a syringe from his pocket and her panic doubled. The last needle had gotten her into this mess. "I need her backside." Aaron easily pulled the struggling girl into a bear hug. He could feel her muscles flexing as she struggled to free herself. She was really exerting herself this time and Aaron actually had to counter her strength for once. Two of the other men held her ankles so she couldn't kick Father as he slowly gathered up the back of her skirts to expose the butter soft satin panties she wore. Aaron looked down to see Anya looking up at him, her face dark red from exertion, her eyes large and blood shot, tears the size of lakes. A slight wince as Father stabbed her right buttock. "I don't deserve this, please..." It was long enough to grant her access to any room she need in the house, decoratively covered in a vibrant blue silk. What couldn't be seen was the braided steel cable the silk sleeve covered or the steel cuff around her ankle that it was attached too. But today it had been shortened to a meager three feet. Just long enough for Anya to move about the dais she was standing on; but not enough to leave it, which she desperately wanted to do. Mother smiled warmly at her as the dressmaker did up the final buttons at the small of her back tightening the dress around her curvy figure. "I don't like it." "You haven't even looked in the mirror, Anya." "But I already know I don't like it. Will Aaron be here soon?" Mother looked at Anya's hands, one scratching the back of the other. She was in the first stages of withdrawals; much like a person going without a cigarette, she was becoming fidgety. "Mr. Harrison, would you give us some privacy?" "Sure thing..." The dressmaker expected this; he hadn't had a happy bride in almost two years. Anya looked at him imploringly, begging him not to leave her alone with Mother. The hammer had well and truly come down after her last escape attempt and Anya was beginning to buckle under the pressure. She turned back to find Mother standing directly in front of her. "What if I told you I won't let you near your betrothed?" Mother watched the girl's graceful throat flex. "Unless you pick a dress that I truly believe you like; you will stay up on that dais until that itch on your hands spreads to your entire body." "That's not fair, you said you would never use it against me!" "That was until you tried to run away again." "But-" "Your next words better be asking Mr. Harrison to bring in the next dress." Anya's face clouded as her emotions began to take over. "Careful, Anya, you know you don't make good decisions when you're emotional." "Please can I see Aaron? Maybe after I could-" "Why do you think Aaron is a faggot?" Anya blinked hard; she knew where this was going. "I... I never said-" "All the men heard you Anya. Lie to me again and we'll see how bad that itching gets." Anya looked down at her hands and forced them to her sides, fists clenched. "Who's the faggot Anya? Aaron for wanting a wife, or you, for wanting Aaron?" Mother watched the girl's mouth open and close several times and her eyes begin to wonder about the room. "Oh he is quite handsome. And I can only imagine how much having to smell his shirts and neck has affected you. Is it his strong arms and chiseled chest that you masturbate to?" Anya's face reddened. "What's the problem? Didn't think I knew?" Mother slowly circled Anya. "Please child this is an old house, and its walls are far from sound proof." Anya started crying. "Please, I don't want to talk about this Mother, I'll take this dress." "Everyone has seen how your eyes light up whenever he smiles at you. And we've all seen how you nearly swoon when he touches you." Anya nervously began fidgeting again and looked away as she started knawing on her lower lip. "Please, mother, I said I like this one. I don't want to talk about Aaron." She had prayed by the moment that nobody had noticed. Mother chuckled, "And when was the last time anyone cared about what you wanted to talk about?" The old woman stepped down from the dais and went to sit in her chair. "Kyle," she said. "Are you a faggot?" He wanted to run, he wanted to crawl under a rock and disappear forever. "How...how long have you known?" "Please child, you actually thought you were hiding?" "This isn't right..." "What? You being female or falling in love with your best friend?" Anya/Kyle sat down on the edge of the dais, the satin skirt of the bridal gown billowing around her as she buried her face in her hands. She felt a gentle hand rub her back. "What you're feeling is perfectly normal Anya, you walk female, act female and you even have female emotions. You're the only one making it hard on yourself." "How?" she cried between sobs. "By holding on to the silly idea that Kyle is still part of you. Yes you have his memories, but the grubby boy no longer exists and he's never coming back, Anya." "But Aaron told me he was going to make me suffer as soon as he got me to himself! Why would I make it easier for that to happen?" Mother smiled, even though Anya couldn't see it. "Obviously you've missed some cues." Anya looked up. "What do you mean?" "Think about it Anya. In the last two weeks has he done or said anything to frighten you? Said or done anything cruel?" "No but-" "He looks at you the same way you look at him. You should see the look on his face when you go to smell his neck. When he pulls you close, it's not to keep you from running, it's because he enjoys your touch too." Anya's thoughts went back to this morning. She had gotten in the habit of putting her hands on his firmly muscled chest as she raised on to her toes to reach the sweet spot; he had gotten into the habit of placing his hands at the small of her back and pulling her in close. Mother saw the light flickering in the girl's eyes. "He's smitten with you too, Anya. And the sooner you let go of Kyle the sooner you can enjoy it." "You will be married to him, you will have sex with him and produce children. Whether or not that happens against your will is up to you. Hell Anya, if you let us, the girls and I can show you how to get him dancing in the palm of your hand. Think of all those pretty girls in school who could get Kyle to do whatever they wanted. What makes you think you couldn't have the same effect on Aaron?" "But what if it doesn't work on him?" "Are you saying you'd like our help?" Anya couldn't look Mother in the eye, so she couldn't see the huge smile on the old woman's face as she asked the question. Anya was admitting that she was falling for Aaron. Somehow, some way she was falling in love with him. Anya was turning the final corner. "M-maybe..." "First we need to pick out your wedding gown, do you like this one?" "No, I liked the strapless one." Mother let out a guffaw. "Three dresses ago? You really were trying to make this difficult." Anya nervously wiped her sweat palms on her skirt. "I don't think this is going to work. I should go change." She turned from the counter but Mother caught her and turned her back. "But what if he realizes that I'm trying to-" "To what? Make him fall for you? He already has, remember? This is just a little exercise in showing you how to play with him. Keep cutting those apples." "But this top-" "Hush, now. He's coming in." Anya picked the knife back up and quickly resumed cutting up apples for the apple pie Mother was teaching her how to make. Her outfit was still formal, but her blouse was open down to the third button. And instead of the corset she was wearing a push-up bra. The combined effect was enough to make Anya rethink asking for help with Aaron. She felt almost like she wasn't wearing a top at all, she felt so exposed. Her hair was held back in a ponytail by a rubber band hidden by a blue silk ribbon that perfectly matched the hue of her eyes. Instead of two skirts and a crinoline which hid how shapely her hips and derri?re were; she wore one thin cotton skirt that clung to her hips and thighs and had a short flare just above her knees. And even though she was still trying to find her perfect balance, she wore four-inch stilettos instead of the ankle boots. It took every ounce of will power for Anya to continue nonchalantly as she heard the side door open and the men filed into the dinning room for dinner. "Remember to act like nothing is different. Keren and Julie will take care of everything else you take care of the drinks. I'll finish the pie, with luck it'll be done right on time." "O-okay..." Anya went to the large refrigerator and pulled out the two pitchers of beer. It was a Friday and the men had worked hard all week. The beer was a surprise from Mother. The banter from the dining room seemed to die away instantly when Anya walked in. She felt all eyes boring in on her, her chest, hips, and especially her backside when she turned to place one of the beer pitchers on the sideboard. When she turned back she witnessed eight sets of eyes snap back to neutral. The ninth pair continued to stare, his mouth hanging open. Anya studiously looked away and gave her attention to Father as Keren and Julie began serving. The old man could barely contain his smirk. "Mother says you men have worked well all week and that you deserve some beer with dinner. That okay with you guys?" "Yeah!" all but one said in chorus. Anya tried not to look at Aaron directly, but out of her peripheral she could see that he was sitting there slack jawed. She could well understand why; even she hadn't realized the caliber of a figure she had been hiding under her usually bulky clothing. Keeping focused on the plan she began at one end of the table and began filling each stein that had been placed by Keren or Julie. The room had gone quiet again and as she leaned over one man to pour his beer the one on the opposing side of the table made no effort to hide his ogling of her amplified cleavage. And Aaron was next. Up until this point it had all been essentially an academic exercise, but the next step was the point of no return. And even as she fought to keep the sudden blush that was trying to force it's way up her neck she knew this was something she had to do. Kyle was gone. Somewhere along the line he had successfully been brought into alignment with Anya. There was no way for him to go back to being a male and it was either accept his fate and allow Anya to thrive or drive what was left of him and Anya insane. And if Anya was to thrive she needed to be happy and somehow Aaron had become the focal point of her happiness. Mother had explained quite simply that if this stunt was successful, she would have Aaron in the palm of her hand and he would never even realize it. What a treat that would be! Slowly, methodically, Anya leaned over Aaron's shoulder to pick up his stein, gently letting her breasts rest on his shoulder as she did so. The beer poured slowly, leaving almost no foam on top of the amber liquid. Dear god she smells good! Aaron, feeling nearly helpless, scanned the rest of the table. All of the men, including Father, were busy hiding shit eating grins behind their beer steins as they took long pulls to stifle all out laughter. Do they know something I don't? "Aaron?" Her voice had become sugary sweet and smooth, nearly husky. He turned his head slowly and found their noses nearly touching. Her make- up was a little heavier than usual. Mainly around her seeming massive blue eyes, which seemed even more expressive and beautiful with the heavier mascara and eyeliner. He literally gulped. "Yes, Anya?" "Is there anything else you might-" She let her eyes travel down to his lap. "...want?" Someone stifled a laugh, but that one question had been the nail in the coffin. Aaron was suddenly glad he was in the habit of placing his napkin on his lap as he felt his face flush. "N-no, I think I'm okay." Anya smiled sweetly and leaned down to his neck, going higher than usual because of their position. But this only allowed Anya to gently graze her lips across the sweat spot on his neck. She actually felt him shiver as she inhaled slowly and exhaled, slowly releasing her warm breath across his ear as she slowly stood up. "Okay. I'll be in the kitchen with mother." And with that she turned on a heel and went into the kitchen, again feeling ten sets of eyes boring into her backside as she did so. Once on the other side of the closed door, Anya had to grip the edge of the counter to keep herself from collapsing. "Well done, kitten!" Mother said as she handed Anya a glass of water. "Here drink something, it'll help your nerves steady down." Anya gulped down the entire glass before speaking, "So what now?" Mother smiled broadly and said, "If I have your man figured out as well as I think I do he'll be the last to leave tonight." "Why would he do that?" Karen and Julie nearly choked on their food. Mother handed Anya a plate and pushed her towards the kitchen table. "Because, young one, the art of seduction is a lot like a naval battle-" "And you just sunk is battleship!" Julie interjected. Mother gave a slightly scornful look at being interrupted, but continued on, "Let me explain it to you, sit." Mother waited until Anya had sat and had a mouth full of food before starting. "This entire time he's been in control of what happens between you two. Mainly because you allowed him to do so. His behavior, albeit cruel and mean, is the classic way men control what they want through fear and intimidation. What you just did out there just showed him that you're not afraid of him anymore and that you can control him as well." Mother had a devious glint in her eye. "You made him realize that Ryan just wasn't given a females body, but that Anya has figured out how to use it as well." "Enjoy," said Karen. "You've now got a man to fall in love with you," from Julie. "It's about time too. Your wedding's in two days, nice to know we won't have to force anyone to say yes this time." Five years go by... Anya watched Michelle pound down the steps of the front porch to the old Chevy Silverado parked out front. One hand on her swollen belly and the other on the rail, Anya eased herself down the same four steps; remembering her first day of school as well. Then an internal kick brought her back. "In due time, Robert." "Is my brother kicking, Mommy?" Anya smiled broadly. "Yes honey, I think he's excited for you too. Where's your father?" Aaron materialized next to her and helped her down the last two steps. "I told you to wait for me, I don't ant you to fall down these steps." Anya gestured to their waiting daughter at the truck. "Tell that Michelle, I swear she's got your impatience." Aaron only chuckled and escorted his eight months pregnant wife out to their daughter and waiting truck. He first strapped Michelle into the center booster seat and then helped Anya in and with her seat belt. "We're going to need a new vehicle before the baby comes." "I know, now hush before you ruin the surprise." Aaron walked around and got into the driver seat and buckle in. He looked down at Michelle who seemed to be waiting for something. "Seat belts buckled?" The little girl first checked her mother, then herself and Aaron last. "Check!" Then, in unison, all three began to pat their laps at an increasing rate. And when the tempo was fast enough Michelle through her small arms up and yelled, "Blast off!" Which was Aarons cue to start the engine and off they went. A mother and father taking their first-born child to her first day of school. Dear reader, This story took way to long to finish and I deeply apologize for that. I'm done with this story-universe so I invite others to write in it. I'd like to see what other might do with it. This will make the second story I've ever completed. (I've started many.) Perhaps I will post those as well and invite others to finish them nevertheless those who have been waiting with baited breath may need to be resuscitated but other wise enjoy. Don't forget to read The Draftee the first story in this universe and I think my best so far.