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Feminized and fossilized. By Nasty Nana Natasha 2009. It was about ten thirty at night as shop owner Beverly Blackburn watched a rather weedy young man enter her store. Studying the young man who was about five foot six with blonde hair, Beverly realized she knew his kind, they were the kind who were out to get her, but then again in Beverly's world, all men were like that. Watching the young man who was light on his feet Beverly decided he must have been light fingered as well and there-for he was shoving her products down his pants. Having made her mind up about the young man Beverly secretly started to prepare her spray bottle of homemade mace. After the young man had finished his shopping and no doubt his thieving, Beverly watched as he approached the checkout. As the young man got closer to the checkout Beverly prepared herself for what she, in her mind knew was coming. "Evening ma'am," said the young man warmly. "Evening," responded Beverly who wasn't about to fall for the weedy young man's game. With the common pleasantries over the young man started unloading the items he had picked, which turned out to be a few bottles of soft drink, a tub of ice cream and some topping, which all seemed normal enough. Once all the normal items were unloaded Beverly watched on as the young man took from the basket a pair of stockings and a set of incontinence diapers. Looking at the incontinence diapers a second time a disgusted look came over Beverly's face because she knew in her heart that he was more then just a thief, he was a pervert too. Deciding to take action against the pervert thief before he tried to do her in, Beverly picked up her bottle of homemade mace and sprayed it directly into the young man's face. As the mace hit the pervert thief's face Beverly watched as his eyes started to water and she listened as he screamed in pain. After the mace had done it's job Beverly was about to hit the pervert thief with a cricket bat she had close handy when he passed out on the floor due to the fact the mace had caused his airways to constrict. Once the pervert thief was unconscious on the floor Beverly pressed the button on the counter to lock the door of the shop, then she walked around the counter and kicked the pervert thief a couple of times to make sure he didn't react. Having made sure that the pervert thief was out cold Beverly patted him down and while she didn't find any goods on him, she did find a nice fat wallet, complete with an I.D. card that told her that his name was Scott Macbeth. Looking at the other belongings in the wallet, Beverly didn't think much of the photo of Scott with some young woman because the cash card with it's pin number written on a sheet of paper was far more interesting. Looking at her victim Beverly decided that even if he wasn't a thief, he was still a pervert and judging by the fact he was loaded he was also either a pimp or a drug dealer, which meant he had to be punished and she was the one to punish him. --~~0~~-- Once Scott had fully awoken after the attack he found his eyes still hurt from the spray but forcing them open he looked around. Taking in the sight before him Scott realized he was in a smallish room with metal walls. Looking around the room from the bed he was lying on Scott saw the fridge, with a cook-top and oven next to it. Next to the stove system there was a sink and some plastic dishes. Still gathering information on the strange place he had woken up Scott looked the other way towards the far end of the room and as he did he saw a shower, toilet and sink/closet system. Twisting his head around Scott found that next to the bed was a vanity table as well as a closet. Moving slightly so he could look beyond the closet, Scott noticed an old television, a couch and even a record player. Moving back so his heavy head was on the soft pillow Scott thought about all he had seen and he realized he was in a room that didn't seem to have any doors and seemed to have been made to look like a house. "What's going on here?" demanded Scott when he found his voice. "What's going on here," came the mocking voice of Beverly. "Is your just-deserts." "What's that meant to mean?" "I mean you were naughty and now you need to be punished." "What do you mean naughty?" asked Scott who was trying to work from a rational base. "You know what you did and why you must be punished, so look down and accept your first punishment." Figuring for safety sakes that he had better look down Scott looked down and then let out a small yelp as he saw the heavy female panties, stockings and black heels he was wearing. "What have you done?" asked Scott who hadn't even resorted to swearing. "This is the first stage of your punishment," responded Beverly. "What punishment, where am I and why are you doing this?" asked Scott in a hurry. "A costly punishment that you will only understand as it unfolds but luckily you had enough money in your bank account for me to gather everything I need for your punishment." "That money was for my return to university," yelled Scott. "Forget university, where you are going, you won't need such things," responded Beverly. After that point Scott decided to ignore any other questions that he might have had because he needed to find a way out of the room before the crazy lady did anything more to him then shaving his head, which he had only just found out about and locking him in female clothing. Thinking about his situation for a few moment's Scott remembered all those news articles that stated the best thing to do was play along until you could find a way to escape. Besides biding his time for his escape Scott knew one thing, even if he did get the chance to remove the female clothing he wasn't going to because he wasn't going to give the crazy lady a chance to see him in the nude. --~~0~~-- Three days after waking up, Scott had found out a lot about the room he was in, firstly he had found the door, unfortunately it was in the roof, far above where he could reach and even if he could reach it there was no handle. In his search of the room, once he had learnt to walk in the heels, which had been padlocked on his feet, Scott found the fridge fully stocked with food, food he didn't really trust, Scott also found that the water from the taps seemed to be highly regulated and he was sure it had been tainted with some kind of a drug. "Tell me," said Scott who knew he was being watched. "How did this room come to be, because I don't see you as being the one who made it." "I didn't," came the voice of Beverly. "My former husband made it for me, it was an old bomb shelter deep below my store, where he kept me for six years until he finally went away and I was freed." Realizing that Beverly had given him valuable information, Scott felt crushed because if he was in an old bomb shelter that had been turned into a home for one then there was no amount of screaming that would get him noticed. Deciding to try to use logic once more in spite of the fact that he was sure Beverly was insane, Scott prepared to ask some questions that might just get him out of the place he was in. "If I've done wrong like you claim I have, then shouldn't you hand me to the police?" asked Scott. "Hah," came the response from Beverly. "Like they can do anything, no if you are going to be punished then it has to be me who punishes you." "Why?" "Because only I can see the truth of what you are." "But if you decide to punish me outside the law are you not as naughty as me?" After that was asked there was a long silence before Beverly finally spoke again. "Enough!" roared Beverly. "I have found you guilty and you will be punished." Hearing what Beverly had said and the way she had said it, Scott realized that no amount of logic was going to get him out of the room so he decided not to say anything else. "Now," said Beverly after a good ten minutes of silence. "Your punishment will be broken up into smaller sub-punishments, once you have completed all the sub-punishments, you will have been fully punished and able to leave this place." "Okay," responded Scott, who was playing along now. "I'm not done yet!" "Okay." "As you may have noticed you are wearing the stockings that you were going to buy as well as a pair of heels and underwear of my choosing, these are your first punishment." "What about my hair, or the lack of it?" "Yes, that is your second punishment, I shaved your hair off and then injected your scalp with an enzyme designed to wipe out and damage the pigment cells in that area, it should also speed up the growth of your hair." Now Scott wasn't the best when it came to science but even he knew that if the mad woman had injected him with something to damage the cells of his scalp, then that wasn't a good thing. Thinking on his feet or heels as it might have been for Scott, he came up with a new question as an idea formed in his head. "What is my next punishment then?" asked Scott, who had realized he could just ride things out and then have the mad woman arrested later. "The next punishment you must face is learning to walk in your heels," said Beverly. "Uhh, hello, already done that and it wasn't that easy, I twisted my ankles more times then I really care to count." In the long silence that followed Scott made his plan and that was to do what ever was asked of him no matter what it was, so he could lure the mad woman into a state where she would make a mistake. "Your next punishment," said Beverly, "is a complex one." "Go on," said Scott. "Your next punishment is to learn how to do your own makeup." "What?" "You heard me, now you must learn how to do your own makeup and it must be done in the style of your mother or else some other mature woman who uses makeup, plus your makeup must be done as well as the person who you are using as a basis." "Why?" asked Scott who was delaying because he needed time to think. "No whys, if you don't start this punishment then I will start withholding your food rations," responded Beverly. Deciding that disobeying was counter to his plan and fairly risky at this point Scott just nodded as he headed for the vanity table, that was a lot like the one his mother owned, which was a good thing because at least it meant he had some kind of design to base himself off. Sitting down at the vanity table Scott began to try to picture his mother and her made up face, which was no easy thing for him seeing he was bad at remembering faces. As an image of his mother's face slowly formed in Scott's mind it flashed back to the past and to an event where Scott had watched his mother putting her makeup on. As the flashback continued Scott remembered wondering why women made themselves pretty with makeup and men didn't. Looking at the assembled products on the vanity before him Scott had no clue what half of them even did but some of it he did know about from his mother and from his girlfriend, who he hoped was looking for him. Knowing that playing the game he was playing meant he had to play the game the crazy woman was playing, Scott picked up the first item, which was foundation, because the sooner he learnt how to do his makeup then the sooner he would be able to get out of this place. After applying the foundation Scott laid down some powder and then he set to work on the main task at hand. With the foundation and powder base in place Scott spent a few moment's looking at the tubes and pots of makeup before he finally picked up the one that he knew was blush. After opening the blush, Scott used a light brush with fine bristles to dab the blush onto his cheeks. Taking it slowly caused the mad woman to cough so Scott sped up slightly by moving onto his eye shadow and mascara, both of which he had seen his mother and his girlfriend use. Working as quickly and carefully as he could Scott applied the eye-shadow and mascara, as he realized what an impossibly complex task it was to apply ones makeup. Looking at how to cut some corners due to time Scott didn't bother with the complex mixing of eye-shadow that his girlfriend used instead once he was done with the basics he picked up a tube of red lipstick and started to apply it. Pressing the lipstick to his lips Scott became aware of the cool waxy texture of it. After becoming use to the feel Scott quickly spread the lip stick over his bottom lip before spreading it to his top one by pressing them together. "No good," came the voice of the woman once Scott was done. "Try again." "Of course it's no good," responded Scott who was looking at himself in the mirror. "I look like a clown." Removing the makeup with the provided wipes Scott started again but this time he had more of an idea of what he was doing. Time and time again Scott tried to do his makeup correctly and time and time again he ended up looking like a clown or a drag queen but on each try he knew he was refining his technique. Of course from the point of view of Beverly it seemed that Scott was accepting his punishment and his fate, which she took as an admission of his guilt. Around thirty attempts later, Scott looked into the mirror and realized he looked a lot like his mother, which was a little disturbing in more ways then one. Stopping for a moment Scott was about to remove the makeup when he noticed that his scalp was covered in tiny hairs, which meant his hair was growing back. "Stop," commanded the voice of Beverly. "This punishment is now in motion." "What does that mean?" asked Scott. "It means if you want me to keep feeding you, then you will keep that makeup on your face and keep it looking good." Hoping the camera couldn't see him Scott rolled his eyes a little and then waited for a few moment's as he gathered his thoughts. "What now?" questioned Scott who was trying to hurry things along. "You are not done yet," said Beverly. "Now you must trigger your next punishment." "And how do I do that?" "In the top left-hand draw, which is now unlocked you will find a set of red false finger nails, you will take those nails and glue them to your own nails, then you will get use to life with long red fingernails." As Scott started to glue the inch long nails to his fingers he started off at a blistering pace but as time went by and more nails were attached he found his progress slowed until the last few nails were nearly impossible to attach. Once Scott had attached the last nail he sat there quietly as he tried to calm down a little by silently venting the annoyance he felt at how hard the whole process had been. "Good," said the voice of Beverly. "Now, you may resume normal activities." Resuming normal activities such as they were, was no easy task for Scott as he found the nails hampered everything he tried to do, from making meals with the tainted food to changing the records he didn't even like but still listened to for something to do. Over the week's that followed Scott putting his nails on he found he had to alter everything, such as the way he opened closet doors to how he applied his makeup and even how he slept. After watching Scott adapt to things for weeks Beverly knew it was time for her to move things along in a massive way, so one evening as Scott went to bed after watching some television, which was all outdated stuff recorded on video and then replayed to him, Beverly turned on the nozzle that would slowly fill the room with a gas that would help Scott to sleep. --~~0~~-- When Scott next became aware he was sure nothing was right, nothing he saw or felt made sense to him, it was like he was trapped in a deep fever. Scott really wasn't sure how long passed in what his mind was distantly aware was a drug induced state but it seemed the more time that went by the more he was aware of and the longer he was aware in total. Then there came a morning where Scott awoke in the bed of that little room, with a thumping great headache. Just lying there a moment Scott realized the headache was way better then the drug induced stupor that he knew the mad woman had been keeping him in for who knew how long. Moving slightly Scott became aware that he felt very ill so he decided to head for the nearest sink, however as he pushed himself off the side of the bed he found the floor coming up to meet him. There was a loud thump as Scott's stocking encased knees and his palms came in contact with the hard floor. Landing on the floor Scott was stunned for a moment but then as long strands of grey white hair fell past his eyes he was shocked back into awareness. Moving his eyes to the left and then to the right, Scott was greeted by the horrible fact that he now had longish grey hair. Trying to think rationally Scott realized the hair must have been a side effect of the drug he had been injected with and the length was a fair indication that weeks had passed while he was in his drugged out state. Moment's after rationalizing the hair Scott was confronted by something that he couldn't dismiss as easily and that was the fact that his chest now sported two very large, very saggy breasts with huge dark nipples. "What did you do to me?" screamed Scott in a very strange high voice as he did his best not to be overwhelmed by the feeling of total despair he felt. "I gave you breasts that are very fitting of what you will be at the end of your punishment," said Beverly. Forcing the anguish back because giving in to it would ruin his plan and show weakness, Scott took a deep breath, which caused the saggy breasts to jump on his chest. "How did you do this?" asked Scott who was hoping the mad woman would give up a secret that would help him to undo what she had done to him. "Have you seen those shows on television," said Beverly. "The ones with bent doctors who do operations and other work for people that might not necessarily be within the law?" "Yeah." "Well it just so happens that they aren't just fictional constructs, they are real." "And you just so happen to know of one." "Yes, I just happen to know of one because I often order medical supply's for him." "So you had him give me breasts, and he did it as a favour?" "No silly, I paid him... well you paid him for your breasts, seeing this is coming out of your money." "And here I was thinking you thought all men were evil?" "All men are evil but there are such things as necessary evils." At that point Scott decided to change the subject because where it was heading wasn't useful to his plan or what he really needed to know. "So what about my voice?" asked Scott. "Oh that, I had the doctor shave your Adam's apple and then fix your vocal cords so you sounded better," responded Beverly. "I don't sound better, I sound like a mature woman." Once that conversation was over via the fact that the mad woman didn't respond to him, Scott just gave things time to sink in as he tried to overcome what he was feeling. "By the way," said the mad woman out of the blue. "In the bottom sink closet, which is now unlocked you will find a short handled broom and pan, you will use these to clean your room every morning, do you understand?" "Sure," responded Scott who was still trying to play his cards as he had planned. After that was said Scott stood up, carefully this time and as he did he got a new shock as his breasts really bounced on his chest. Not knowing what else to do Scott mimicked his girlfriend by reaching up with his hands and wrapping his arms around his front in a vain attempt to make his breasts stop bouncing. The reason Scott's plan failed was because while his girlfriend had perky perfect breasts, his were big and saggy, like two bags of water. Still having been given a set of instructions and knowing the sooner he did it then the sooner one more punishment would be out the way Scott took the broom and the pan from the closet. With the almost alien items in his hand Scott started to do his best to do what he had seen his girlfriend do. As Scott worked on sweeping the floor he realized every time he thought about his girlfriend he felt a rush of depression because he missed her, even if their relationship had been on the rocks the night he had vanished. After that day Scott fell in to a pattern, where he would get up, do his makeup and do what needed to be done, then he would have breakfast before cleaning. As part of Scott's pattern, once he had finished cleaning the room he then went to watch the old television or else listen to the old music, which he had gotten use to. Once Beverly had noticed the repeated pattern that Scott had fallen into she decided not to interrupt it because she wanted the things he did to stop being things he just did for the sake of doing them and for them to become ingrained habit. --~~0~~-- One morning as Scott awoke he realized he must have been drugged again because he felt ill like the last time. "I decided I should start this part of your punishment," stated Beverly. "What?" said Scott. Scott however got no response so he quickly realized that all he could do was wait until his head cleared enough to see what was going on. Once Scott's eye sight had cleared he became aware of the fact that his large jelly like breasts were now safely encased in a supporting bra, which he felt was a good thing. A few moment's after taking stock of the bra, Scott looked down beyond his breasts and nearly screamed because while he had been asleep the crazy lady had threaded a set of gold rings onto his fingers. For poor Scott, the rings and the red nails mixed with the fact his hands seemed somehow more gnarled, all seemed to suggest his hands belonged to an older woman. Taking a dread filled closer look at his hands Scott realized that the rings had been glued to his fingers meaning there was no way he could just rip them off. While Scott was studying his hands he also noticed something odd going on with the skin near his nails. When Scott had applied the nails he hadn't been so great with the glue and he had gotten some of it on the flesh around the nails. Studying the problem closely Scott noticed that the flesh around the nails was now a slightly different colour and rather wrinkly. Moving his hands to somewhere where he didn't have to see them and what had been done to them Scott moved slightly as he pondered the fact that his plan might not have been working but it was the only plan short of total despair that he had. "Time to get up lazy," said Beverly. "What now?" asked Scott as he begrudgingly pulled himself from the bed. After that Scott found he was rather glad that he was at least wearing a bra, because it reduced the amount of bounce in his breasts. Of course deep down Scott also knew that he had gotten use to the weight and feel of his breasts, so he really didn't know if the bounce was reduced or if he was just use to it. Once Scott was out of bed he didn't muse on things for long, instead he did what he had to do and then went to put his makeup on like he had done so many times before, that he no longer needed to think about doing it. "What now?" asked Scott again once he was done with his makeup and washing his dishes. "Go over to your vanity, on it you will find a jewellery box," said Beverly. Walking back over to the vanity Scott was ever aware of his heels clicking on the thinly covered metal floor of the room he was in but he couldn't let that bother him. Reaching the vanity Scott found the jewellery box that he was told he would find. "Open it," stated Beverly. Once Scott had opened the box he looked inside and found a simple pair of gold colour thick hoop earrings and a cameo style chocker made out of a gold coloured metal. At the centre of the cameo style chocker, where the cameo should have been was a large pink glass gem. "I have pre-pierced your ears so take the earrings and put them in." Deciding to obey the order Scott reached up and found the hole in his ear and once he had he carefully threaded the post of the earring through it before he repeated the same process on the other ear. Once Scott was done he turned his head slightly and was greeted by the very strange sensation of the earrings pulling and twisting his ear lobes. Gulping at what needed to be done next Scott reached into the jewellery box and took from it the cameo style chocker, which he quickly wrapped around his neck before locking it in place at the back. Once the lock on the cameo style chocker had clicked shut around his neck Scott had the strangest disconcerting feeling that now the cameo style chocker was in place, it wasn't coming off and worse then that, it only added to the over all appearance that he was a woman. Once Scott had done as he had been told Beverly let him get on with what little he had to do because she wanted him to get use to the earrings and chocker before she sprung the next part of her plan on him. After giving Scott a week to get use to the earrings and chocker Beverly finally sprang the next part of her plan on him. "It's time," said Beverly. "Go to your vanity, you will find the top draw is open, take what is inside and put it on." Walking over to the vanity Scott opened the draw and found inside a waist corset. Picking the corset up, Scott looked around the room. In that moment Scott decided that maybe it was time to try something new even if it was risky. "And what if I refuse?" said Scott. After standing there for a good five minutes Scott smiled. "And what if I refuse?" yelled Scott once more. Then suddenly just as Scott started to think he had won, the air in the room became frigid as ice started to form on the exposed metal walls. "W... what... the heck are you... you doing?" asked Scott as he started to shiver and as the ice began to spread like a ever growing sheet of glass. "Oh didn't I tell you..." came the gleeful voice of Beverly. "This room was also used as a frozen meat storage room." "What... what... what..." stuttered Scott as he started to shake. "My suggestion is that you put that corset on before you freeze and once you have I will turn the freezing element off." Knowing he didn't have much of a choice if he didn't want to become a frozen lump of meat, Scott took the corset in his shaky hand and wrapped it around his body. Almost dropping the corset as he started the process of tightening the laces at the back Scott shivered more then he had ever shivered before. By the time that Scott had finished tying off the corset the heat in the room was rising again which was good. Scott however had learn a lesson he wasn't about to forget and that was that the mad lady was truly insane enough to try to kill him if he didn't do as he was told. After that point somewhere deep in the back of Scott's mind a concept formed that if he disobeyed her, the mad lady might do away with him so it was best not to disobey. --~~0~~-- Awakening with a thumping headache and a sick feeling Scott once more realized that he had been drugged and this time like with the others he found himself wondering firstly how long he was out for an secondly what had been done to him. Feeling around while he waited for his eye slight to clear Scott realized first of all that his skin, almost every itch of it felt weird, almost dry and hard. Still feeling around Scott quickly found that his long grey hair had been pulled back so it formed a bun that felt like a pointed cabbage made of grey hair had been plonked on his head. Moving his hand away from his new hair-do Scott realized he felt rather ambivalent towards it. After a long time Scott's eyes came into focus and once they had he quickly found what had really been done to him. "What the heck have you done!" screamed Scott as all his careful planning came apart. "I had your penis removed and I had it replaced with a vagina," came the response of Beverly. Once Scott had heard that, it all became more then he could stand so he quickly broke down and started to cry, without ever finding out why his skin felt dry. For almost three days Scott just cried, moaned and whimpered about what had been done to him but after those three days something changed. After three days the tears dried up and Scott regained his focus because even if his manhood was gone, he wasn't about to let the woman beat him, even if that meant pretending to do everything she told him to do. Having made up his mind on what he needed to do for the sake of his survival Scott cleaned himself up and then reapplied his makeup before fixing the mess he had made. Once Scott had done what he needed to do he went to make himself a meal, which tasted a little funny. About half an hour after Scott had eaten the meal he felt his guts turn inside out, which caused him to double over in pain. "You should know that for your next punishment I infected you with a virus that will cause IBS, the virus is currently ravaging your system," came the voice of Beverly. Feeling the need to go to the toilet really badly Scott rushed to the toilet but when he got there he found the heavy plastic seat to be padlocked shut. Looking around the room like a half crazed animal Scott wondered what was going on. "Open the closet," said Beverly in a forceful tone. Opening the closet like he had been told Scott found it to be full of incontinence diapers. Not really knowing why he was doing what he was doing Scott picked one of the diaper's up and took it out, all the while taking note of the noise it made in his hand. "Put it on," said Beverly. "From now on for the rest of your life they will be your new best friends because you are going to need them." Gulping at that because he knew at least at that point that the mad woman was right, Scott pulled the incontinence diaper up his smooth stocking encased leg, all the while listening to it crinkle and crackle as he did so. Once the incontinence diaper was all the way up Scott took a few steps and listened to the noise the diaper made, however soon after that Scott ended up being distracted by the bounce of his breasts and that was when he felt it. What Scott felt was something nasty and liquid like drip from his backside. Then as it sunk in that something was wrong Scott felt something happen as as the front of the incontinence diaper became wet and yellow. In the moment's after that Scott felt something go plop in the diaper as a disgusting warmth spread inside it. In that horrible moment Scott knew he was peeing and pooping himself uncontrollably. Once the whole process had run it's course Scott who was totally humiliated for the first time wondered what would happen next. "Clean yourself up," came the order from Beverly, who hadn't told Scott about the laxatives and diuretics that he had consumed with his meal. After cleaning everything up Scott who knew things didn't feel right on the inside took another diaper and put it on. About an hour after putting the fresh diaper on Scott was getting ready to make himself some food when he felt things build up again and this time like the first time he tried his best to hold on but his best just wasn't enough. For poor Scott the days that followed were weird, as each time he tried to hold on it just seemed to cause things to flow more often and freely then it had before. Starting to obsess on the fact he was losing control only caused Scott to lose more control, which rather played into Beverly's evil hands. As the weeks went on and Scott's hypochondria got worse, his restraint diminished until he had none and then it became more about working out when he had soiled himself so he could clean himself up, rather then trying to prevent it. After all was said and done Scott realized that his control was totally gone and deep in side he knew he would never get it back because something in his mind told him he wouldn't, but still he was dreading the idea of spending his life in diapers. Of course once Scott had gotten use to the concept that he was now totally incontinent like many unfortunate older women, it opened his eyes to other things, such as the fact that his skin still felt dry and hard plus on top of that it was sort of shiny. "What's going on with my skin?" asked Scott who needed to know. "You've finally noticed," said Beverly. "It started so long ago when I noticed that after using super glue on my nails to put them on, the skin around my nails seemed to age rapidly." "Okay?" "I'm sure you have seen the same process happening to your fingers too." Thinking about things more clearly now Scott realized that he had indeed seen the effect that the mad woman was speaking of but before his brain could fully comprehend what was happening the woman started to talk again. "You see," said Beverly. "Noticing the aging process on my skin gave me an idea when it came to you." "What idea?" asked Scott with a sense of urgency. "While you were last in the happy drug land you must go to, I injected a cocktail of drugs as well as saline into your skin before I covered as much of it as i safely could in super glue." "What drugs?" "Just some simple drugs that will reduce the amount of collagen as well as the elastin in your skin, in fact they have been doing their magic on you for a while now." Scott really didn't like the sound of that but somewhere deep inside part of him just didn't care anymore. "By the way," stated Beverly. "You may now put a lose fitting skirt on over your diaper." A couple of days after Scott had been told about the glue and the other things that had been done to him he woke up one morning to find that the glue had flaked off. Standing up slowly Scott decided to see what effect the whole process had, had on his body. Moments after standing up Scott saw a reflection of his face in the vanity mirror, the thing is it wasn't his face anymore or even the face of a young woman. What Scott saw in the mirror was the face of an old woman, with years of lines on her face from all the living she had done. As Scott just stood there in that horrible metal room he realized it was more then just the fact that he had been made to look old, no the smell of the room and the smell of his lack of control had permeated his flesh, had stuck to him and altered his very essence, it had somehow bonded with his soul. As Scott looked at his reflection he knew he smelt like an old woman because that is what he had become. After realizing that he had become an old woman, Scott said nothing because there was nothing for him to say so instead he just stood there as he waited to see what would happen next, knowing that he had basically lost. --~~0~~-- For what Scott assumed was about a week he heard nothing from the mad woman who had turned him into an old woman but then one morning he awoke strapped to the arm chair with an odd contraption bolted to his head, with two large horn speakers over his ears. "Can you hear me?" came the voice of Beverly from the device that was strapped to Scott's head. "Yes," responded Scott. After Scott had responded he heard an ear splitting electronic scream that was so painful that it caused him to scream. As Scott who felt like his head was going to explode listened he felt a massive pressure building in his inner ears. Then suddenly as the noise and the pressure became more then Scott could stand he felt a pop in his ears and after that just blissful silence. Soon after the popping in his ears Scott began to feel sleepy and he knew he was being drugged again. Hours later when Scott awoke from his much needed nap he became aware that something had been shoved in his ears, he also became aware that while the television was on there was no noise from it. Slowly reaching up to his ears Scott felt the object's that were embedded in them. Feeling around Scott realized the items were hearing aids and not the modern ones, but the old ones with the element in the ear and circuitry in a small case behind the ear. During his feel around Scott accidentally pressed the button that turned the hearing aids on and once he had done that the sounds of the room came flooding back but somehow they were different, they were too loud and almost seemed alien. Just sitting there being drowned by all the sound around him Scott realized thanks to what had been done to him he needed the hearing aids as much as he needed the diapers. In his head Scott was sure that the insane woman would have been doing a dance about the latest thing she had done to him but that wasn't the case. Beverly only saw the hearing aids as a step in the process, what she was more interested in was the fact that Scott had started to sub- consciously apply more makeup in an attempt to cope with his apparent age, which she took as a sign of his growing femininity. "Pearl," said the voice of Beverly who was about to start on the next part of her revenge. "I am glad you are awake and have found the on button for your hearing aids." "Okay..." said Scott who winced from the pain of Beverly's horrible voice. After that point Beverly, who could see her revenge on Scott and her punishment on all men was almost done because Scott didn't even flinch at the name Pearl, engaged Scott in long hours of conversation. In all those long conversations, whenever she could Beverly made sure to re- enforce the fact that Scott's name was really Pearl. During the long conversations Beverly also made sure to enforce the idea that Scott started to think of himself as an old woman. Beverly's core way of reminding Scott that he was an old woman was to call him such things as old dear and to remind him that he or she wasn't as young as she use to be. As time slipped on, months of it to be exact, Scott even stopped thinking of himself as a male and accepted the reality that he was a woman. After Scott had started to question his own gender and had started to think of herself as exclusively being female she started to realize it was easy for her to see herself as just being Pearl because it was less painful. In fact Scott had reached the point where she just wanted to forget who she had been so the pain of who she was would go away. In wishing for her past to vanish Scott secretly made up her mind that if she ever got out of this place, she would forget it in a fraction of a second. Then one morning Scott awoke with a sick feeling to find her mouth was devoid of teeth. Shocked for a moment because something didn't seem right, Scott rolled over and saw her dentures where she figured she must have left them. Taking the teeth out of storage Scott gave them a wash before shoving them in her mouth like she suddenly believed she had done every day since her own teeth had rotted away. The simple truth was that Scott had reached a point where being Scott was now impossible so her mind was adapting by rebuilding things around the idea of being Pearl and Pearl was old so the idea that she had no teeth was just one more thing that was normal. For many weeks more the conversations continued as Scott slowly washed away like sand on a beach, then one day Beverly was sure that Scott was almost totally gone and all that remained was Pearl. After realizing that Scott was fading away very quickly Beverly kept a close eye on things, then one evening safe in her loft above her store Beverly watched Scott on the camera system she had setup. As Beverly watched Scott sleep she watched her toss and turn as she moaned in her sleep that her name was Pearl Baker. After that point Scott just settled into the same pattern day after day, a pattern that lasted for months and by the time it had ended Scott wasn't really Scott anymore because he had finally been worn away to nothing so that all that was left was Pearl, and old woman. Once the pattern was over Beverly knew it was time for one last test to see if all her planning, had bore true fruit. "What is your name?" asked Beverly one morning. "Pearl Baker," responded the woman who had once been Scott, however as she said her name she was slightly aware it didn't seem right. "How old are you?" asked Beverly. "I just turned sixty-six." stated Pearl who's age had been re-enforced by the music and television programs that she had been subjected to. "What gender are you?" asked Beverly. "I am a woman," responded Pearl. Upon hearing that Beverly knew she had done it, she had taken Scott and totally transformed him into a old woman named Pearl. Smiling from her loft Beverly knew that while Pearl might never know she was a punishment, that is what she was, a punishment for an evil young man. Of course now that Beverly had finished her great punishment against men she knew she still had one problem and that was how to cover up the fact she had been keeping Pearl in the room beneath the shop. Luckily for Beverly once she had extracted Pearl from the room, the conditioning that had been laid down by Scott came into play and Pearl's mind blanked out the events that had happened to her, like so many other repressed memories. After just standing in front of the counter with her eyes shut for about five minutes Pearl suddenly reopened them and Beverly could see something was different. It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul and as Beverly looked into Pearl's ancient eyes all she saw was the soul of an old woman. Pearl?" said Beverly almost as a question. "Are you alright?" "I'm sorry my dear, but what am I doing?" asked Pearl in a confused tone. Placing a basket on the counter Beverly gave a little smile because things had gone better then she could ever have hoped. "You just came for some shopping," said Beverly. "A pair of stockings, some of those incontinence diapers you need so much, some bottles of soft drink, some ice-cream and some topping." After Pearl had taken her shopping she looked around the store confused because she wasn't sure what she was meant to be doing. "Don't you remember?" asked Beverly. "Remember what, dear?" asked Pearl. "Remember that you were just shopping before you moved into your new apartment at the nursing home just a few doors down." Once Pearl had been told what she was meant to be doing her mind filled in the blanks and that caused her to smile because it seemed to her that she was remembering. Pausing for a moment Pearl opened her handbag and took from it her pensioner card as well as her purse. Then taking the money she needed Pearl paid for her things before wishing Beverly, who was such a kind woman, a good day. Once Pearl had left the shop, Beverly started to giggle because her great revenge was complete and once Pearl had moved into the home she would naturally use the shop for all her supply's, which meant she would get to see the outcome of her punishment every other day. Out side the shop Pearl who truly thought she was an old woman started the long slow walk to the nursing home just eight doors down the road. However as Pearl walked along she saw an old missing poster on a lamp post for a weedy young man named Scott something. Taking a closer look at the image of the young man because her eyesight wasn't what it had been Pearl felt for a moment that she knew the face, but in a life time as long as hers she had met a lot of people so she was most likely mistaken. Finally reaching the nursing home Pearl showed the letter she had in her bag to the woman behind the counter who told her that they were expecting her. Of course the nursing home was only expecting Pearl because Beverly had booked her into it a few days earlier. After Pearl had signed in she was taken to her room in a share apartment , which was lavish compared to the apartment she had just moved out of, with it's tin walls and all. --~~0~~-- A couple of weeks after moving into her new apartment at the nursing home Pearl met with a younger sad woman, who was also a resident. It turned out that the younger woman who's name was Linda Macbeth had been moved to the nursing home after her son who had been looking after her had vanished without a trace. As Pearl became friends with Linda she found out that Linda held herself responsible for the disappearance of her son because she had asked him to buy her some incontinence diapers on the night he had vanished. Realizing in some ways that she was better off then Linda, because she could still walk while Linda was confined to a wheel chair, Pearl decided to be there whenever Linda needed her, because deep inside she felt it was her duty to look after her. A couple of months after meeting Linda, the members of staff noticed that the two of them seemed to get on well so they were transferred to the same apartment, which suited both of them fine because they enjoyed each other's company. However soon after Linda and Pearl had been moved to the same room Linda was awoken in the middle of the night by Pearl who was moaning in her sleep. For a couple of months Linda tried to ignore the noises that Pearl made but over time her concern got the better of her. "Pearl," said Linda one morning. "If you don't think me rude can you tell me why you moan when you are asleep." "It's not rude," stated Pearl as she yawned and started to apply her makeup. "The truth is I have problems sleeping due to weird painful dreams where I am young but locked away and forced to become old." "Really?" "Yes and I'm sorry if I wake you." "Don't worry about it Pearl, I just wanted to make sure you were alright." "I'm fine but thank you for your concern." After that was said Linda rolled off to get ready for her day while Pearl continued to apply her makeup, glad that Linda had stopped asking questions. The reason Pearl didn't want Linda asking to many questions is because she didn't want to lie to Linda but nor did she want to admit that in the dreams she was a young male named Scott, who had a life of his own. Epilogue. Six blissful months of old age passed for Pearl as her sense of womanhood really grew. Then one afternoon while Linda was getting a long check-up, Pearl found they were running low on supply's like the incontinence diapers they both needed so much. Deciding she should go out and get what they needed because buying the stuff at the shop was cheaper then buying from the home, Pearl dressed herself in a pretty summer dress and then headed down the street to the shop that she had shopped at so many times before. As Pearl reached the shop she found it to be closed with a police officer standing outside. "Morning Ma'am," said the police officer. "Good morning officer," responded Pearl. "I'm sorry ma'am this shop is closed." "What, why?" Looking Pearl up and down the officer decided she wasn't really a threat to the investigation because she wasn't likely to remember what he was going to say, so he smiled. "Between you and I, it turned out the owner of this shop was insane, she tried to take two police officers prisoner and stole their guns," said the officer. "Was anyone harmed?" asked Pearl who was concerned. "No luckily the officers and some shoppers were able to over power her but once that had happened the investigating officers found that she had a habit of keeping people in her secret basement so she could play mind games with them." "Really?" "Yes, we found that in the last four years she has had at least two people trapped down there, a young man we assume might be Scott Macbeth and an elderly woman who we don't know anything about." I'm sorry to hear that." "So why were you here, ma'am?" "Oh I live up at the nursing home and I came down here for supplies, but I guess if the shop is shut then I'll have to go into town for my supplies." "I'm afraid the shop will be shut till it can find a new owner because right now the current owner is in a mental ward and if she is ever cured she will stand trial." Upon hearing that some part of Pearl, a part of her that could remember being young cried for joy because it knew that Beverly needed to be punished for what she had done. "Ma'am," said the officer. "It occurs to me that if you need to do some shopping you could use the other local shop." "Other local shop?" asked Pearl. "Yes, in the street behind your nursing home, there is a small shopping centre, which not that many people know about but the shop there should have what you need." "Can you tell me how to get there?" "Sure, just go back to your nursing home, walk to the back exit of it and turn left... two doors down you will find the shopping centre." At that moment Pearl smiled at the officer because if he was right then he had been most helpful. "Thank you officer and have a good day," said Pearl as she headed off with an odd feeling of joy in her heart. True to the officer's instructions Pearl found the shop that he was talking about and much to her pleasure the nice woman behind the counter gave her a 20% discount when she showed her, her pension card, which was something Beverly had never done. That evening over dinner Linda who checked out fine, noticed that Pearl seemed a little different, happier and almost like some great weight had been lifted from her, which it had. Unbeknown to even Pearl, the news that Beverly had gotten what she deserved, had fixed a problem deep inside Pearl's mind and now the problem was resolved she was ready to be just a happy elderly woman. End.