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Tad's Revenge Chapter One - grade school drugs Hello, my name is Tad. I don't like girls, they are such snobs. And I don't like boys either. They are such a pain in the ass. I do however like looking at girls. I like all of the curves that they have. Which leads me to my current problem, which started about a year ago? My dad owns a company that makes drugs. He made all kinds of drugs. Then he sells them as generic drugs. Being an only child and loved by my father I have spent lots of time in his chemical factory. I spent so much time running errands that it is not unusual to see me in any part of the plant. This included the stocks piles of drugs. Stan at school called me a sissy once and beat me up. Nothing happen to Stan because his father is on the town council. That's where I got my idea that got me in trouble. I figured that if Stan thought I was a sissy I would make him one to. So when the next time I went to the factory with my dad, I borrowed a box of female hormones and something that had stickers all over the outside that said 'warning extremely addictive'. One was a pink pill and the other was a blue pill. The box had about ten thousand each. More than enough for what I wanted to do. I simply took the two boxes and put them in the trunk of the Cadillac. Since my father owned the company and I was his child, no one thought anything of it. Then after we got home I waited a couple of hours, got my dads car keys and moved the boxes to the garage into a cupboard. My dad was a neat freak. Everything in the garage was in boxes in cupboards in the garage. I simple opened the two boxes took out a couple of hundred pills of each and put the rest of the pills into one of my dads empty boxes. They would be there for years before anyone looked into any of those ole boxes. I waited a week before talking to Stan again. Then I took a blue, a pink, and an aspirin pill to school. "Hey Stan, I got these pills from my dads work. How would you like some?" I said knowing that dumb Stan was too stupid to not try something that he thought was illegal, evil, or just plain mean. "Coming from you they are most likely poison," Stan replied. "How about if I take one first then to show you it's not poison?" "What do they do?" Stan asked. "They give you a really big high," I replied. "Let's see you take one first," dumb Stan said. I showed him the three pills and then took the white aspirin. I carefully showed him as I put it in my mouth and swallowed it. Then I showed him my empty mouth. "OK give me the others," Stan said as he took the other two pills. I watched with glee as the dumb ox popped the two pills in his mouth. "Can you get anymore?" Stan asked as his greed took him over. "I can only sneak one a day from my dads work. So I'll give them to you if you stop beating me up. Is it a deal?" I lied as I wanted him to think that he had to take care of his future suppler. "OK, if I like these drugs and they give me a high then you supply me and I won't bet the crap out of you," Stan said. "Deal I'll get them if you want them." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The next day I had the two pills ready and waiting in my pocket. But Stan didn't want any of them. The next days Stan meet me in front of the school. He looked like hell. When he noticed me he ran toward me. "I need to talk to you guy," Stan stated. When he got close he whispered, "Do you have any of those drugs for me?" "Sure I do," I said as I pulled them out of my pocket. "Don't be so obvious passing drugs," he said as he quickly put them in his mouth. "Man I felt like shit last night after school.It must be something to do with those drugs. What are they?" "They don't do anything by themselves. But if you don't take them you will feel that way now. And now you can only get them from me. I'll be able to bring you the two pills every day. But if you beat me up again you'll feel like shit again. You are going to be nice to me now or else I won't bring you any more. That's all I want ...for now." He looked angry like he was going to beat me up again. I told him, "Think first, if you beat the crap out of me, you'll end up feeling worst than me, and if you beat me up to much then I can't come to school and give you the pills." "What happens if you get sick and I don't get the pills?" he said as he glared at me. "I'll get some extra pills fore you to have and hide at home, and some for weekends. OK? I don't want you to hurt, but I don't want you to hurt me either. That is the deal, remember it?" I said as I was thinking that this was just the first step in controlling him and making him a sissy like he called me. I didn't see Stan all that day. It seemed like he avoided me. I guess that step one worked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The next day was Friday. I brought 5 pills for him. I figured that it wouldn't hurt if he had a supply just in case I had to be sick or something along with his Friday supply. Stan was waiting out front and started toward the bus that I was unloading from before the bus even stopped. I meet at the bottom said, "Hi Stan, how are you to day, I was just looking for you." "Hi Tad, what's up today," he replied coolie like the thug that he was inside. I walked away from everyone else onto the grass. I always wondered why a grass area was always off limits, and people always avoided it. "Look Stan, here's how the drugs are going to be passed every day. First, I will always walk slower than everyone else.Second we will shake hands. And third the drugs will always be passed in the hand shake. That way no one will be around to see, and it will look we are just friends shaking hands.OK?" I explained my plan for passing the pills. I continued, "I have five pills for you today. That will get you through the weekend and you two spare pills. Then you can always take your pills before coming to school, and pick up tomorrows pills from me in the morning," I explained to him, hoping that he was smart enough to understand it. I also added, "If you take two pills in one day then you will need two a day, so be careful that you don't take more than one blue and one pink," Which I knew wasn't true. Because I had read the directions of the blue pill after I saw how bad Stan had looked yesterday. It said that you can't cut down on the dosage by cutting the pills smaller and small. But I didn't get the smaller dosage pills to cut Stan off of the blue pill. I'll tell him later after he's grown tits. This should be enough of a payback for everyone that he's beat up on in the past." "What will happen if of you get real sick and have to stay out of school for a week or more?" Stan complained. I had to increase my estimation of Stan from complete moron to maybe the intelligence of maybe a monkey. "I'm your drug supplier now Stan.I have to take care of you. And you have to take care of me. That's how this works now Stan. You don't tell anyone because you'll end up hurting real bad. So keep your mouth closed about this. Never say anything. After all, all I want is to be left alone and not beaten up or embarrassed by you again." I thought that I have you now guy, your going to be a real sissy soon. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Chapter Two - A Change at School It didn't go unnoticed that Stan meets me every day in front of the school and we shook hands like friends. The weeks after starting Stan on hormones I noticed two changes. The First change was the change of Stan's personality toward everyone. The second change was in everyone's behavior toward me at school. Stan after all was the biggest bully around in our grade. Also people started to move out of the way when I went by now. Whereas before they never even noticed me and would almost run over me if I hadn't moved out of their way. That's because I am after all really small for my age. Stan was larger than almost anyone else. I guess that Stan was stating to act more like a girl. Those hormones must be affecting him more than I thought. I was going to have to watch him very closely to see if there was more to it. After all he could be growing tits and never let anyone know about it. But he couldn't hide his ass and walk. So I guess I would also going to have to look for what I couldn't see also. That is clothes that hide the things. I wonder how long it would take for the hormone to work. I really didn't care any more because all of the bullies started to not only leave me alone, but like everyone else started to make room for me. On the other hand Stan was not longer the leader of his bully group. He had settled down and was going according to plan. Slowly but steadily he was being made into a sissy. Chapter Three - Bully Brothers Monday Stan meets me almost in tears. He said, "My two brothers found my stash and took my week end pills. I'm hurting really bad. Man I need some relief right now." "OK shake my hand like normal and then slowly walk to the bathroom close and lock the door sit on a stall and take the pills. Don't lose you're cool man or everyone will know," I said He shook his head and headed for the bathroom. He walked a little faster than anyone else but I hoped that people would mistake it for wanting to go. He was such an idiot. Now I was wondering what to do about he older brothers George and Albert. I knew that they smoked pot and from taking Stan's drugs I bet that they were also on other drugs. I had to think about this. I spent the day thinking about Stan's two brothers. Maybe I could make them sissy's also. If they were as bad as Stan then it wouldn't hurt, it would help. Since they had taken Stan's pills that must mean that they are also taking other drugs. But Stan was getting to be a much better person. Well he wasn't beating up anyone anymore or taking their lunch many, Not that that wasn't being done by others. If it helped Stan then it could also help his two brothers.But I didn't want anyone else to know about it. So I decided to write a note for Stan, George and Albert. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Stan. I gave you instructions to not let anyone else know about the blue and pink pills. You disobey me. You must be punished. You will miss one day worth of pills. That should always remind you to obey me in the future. You know how much that is going to hurt. So don't even think about disobeying me again. Now here are the instructions that George and Albert are to follow. If they want pills then they have to agree to obey my rules and protect me also. So if they want the pills then they will do the following. 1.To show that they will obey me, wear a pair of their moms pink underwear all of the time. 2.I will check what other guys say about you wearing them during Gym. 3.Do your homework in the City Park on the bench by the kid's playground. 4.Have your backs to the men's toilets. 5.Stan will go behind the bathroom to get the pills. 6.Face forward all of the time. Never turn around. 7.Until I give Stan the pills and then he gives them to you. 8.If I see you ever facing toward the bathrooms, never a pill again. 9.Do not leave until Stan sees me gone and out of site. 10.Then you leave 10 minutes later. 11.I will check if you finish your homework from other students in you class. 12.Finally you will never try to find out who I am! 13.If you do then I will never give you a pill again. 14.There will always be just enough pills for 1 weekday or 3 for the weekend. 15.So you can never miss any school again. 16.I will give you 2 extra pills to safe guard. Hide them from everyone. 17.After Stan shows you this note he will flush it down the toilet today. 18.You can see that this is not Stan's handwriting. 19.Stan knows he also has to obey me. 20.If he does not then he will not get any pills and will fill sick for weeks. 21.I will punish anyone who does not obey me or protect me. Signed The Master. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I like that 'The Master' that should show those bullies. Now I just had to make sure that they were following my instructions. And more importantly not be able to rat me out. Didn't it say no trust among thieves? And they are thieves. OK I am to so I guess that I shouldn't trust them and make sure that I distance myself from Stan now. Set up drops and things like that. But how? The more drop places, the more chance that I will get caught. I saw Stan during recess. I passed him the note and had him read it. I told him to hide it in the bottom of his shoe. And that it would take me a while today to get more drugs so they would just have to wait a long time and just do homework and read school books. After school I almost ran home to get them the pills. They lived farther from the park than I did, but I wanted to in place today. I got three plastic bags and put 5 of each pill in them. I then went to my computer and typed out three copies of a note. NEVER TAKE MORE THAN ONE A DAY!!! TAKE THEM ALWAYS FIRST THING IN THE MORNING. THE MASTER Next I locked up the house and went to the park. I took a history book to ready so that it would look like I was working, (Also because I had a lot of history to read) I sat at a table where I could see the restroom first, and then behind it the bench that I told them to sit. I had just made it. They came to the bench from the side and sat down. I could see that Stan saw me and was watching me. I gave him a hand sign to sit. I then put my fingers to my lips to tell him to be quit. I then started slowly to watch everyone in the park. There was some kids playing, and mothers with their children. I didn't see anyone single or pair's of adults. I didn't see any vans or other spy cars that I watched on cable TV. I still sat there for a few more minutes to watch and let my nerves calm down. I know when talking to mom that she can tell when I get nervous that I am trying to hide something. So I calmly pointed to the restroom. Stan then got up and went to the rest room. After he was almost there I pickup my history book and walked to it also. Inside I gave Stan the pills and told him that I would now give them at school like normal. But if was absent then George and Albert could come here and I would drop them on the table from behind them. They had to close their eyes when that happened for ten seconds. But they still had to come here everyday until both of their homework was done, everyday. "There is 5 blue and 5 pink for each George and Albert You must make sure that they are shared evenly or else! Got it? Also I was going to give them an bogus E-Mail address that they can send to me and me to them. It's StansMaster @ Gmail.com That way you can keep each other honest. Stan took the pills and went back to the picnic table. He put the baggie between them and everyone reached for them. I could tell that George and Albert were hurting from watching them before. But I hope that the things I had planned for Stan would work for George and Albert. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The next day it was all over the school. George and Albert were wearing pink girls' underwear. It was funny, but it was also possible that they might crack up and do something stupid. So the next day I told Stan, "Tell your brothers to cool it. This is a test to see if you can take the heat. Just think what the police would do to make them talk. This is nothing compared to a police torture to get your drug source. And also tell them that I have another command for them. No one is to cut their hair again. Top hit men or hinch men never cut their hair in my drug organization." I figured that this would make them feel like they were part of a big organization. They might not be smart enough to think that I had other hit men that would kill them if they didn't behave. It was a riot. I checked on George and Albert once in a while for the next couple of weeks to make sure that they were doing their homework. Kids that behaved didn't get into trouble, so this would protect them, which would protect me. I was still scared as shit. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dropping off the drugs to Stan in the morning continued for a couple more weeks. I just couldn't think of another way to do it. Now Stan if Stan was caught with drugs at school I don't know what would happen. This was just too risky a plan to continue. I needed to think about fixing that someway. I did notice that Stan was changing. His tits were getting bigger. He tried to hide them in baggy cloths. Monday morning: I told Stan "You need to look on the internet for someway to hide your tits. They are starting to look like your taking the drugs. It is a side effect in some family genes. It might go down if you take two of the pink bills, so I have started to give everyone two pills a day for it. It might take a while for it to work and stop them from growing, but then they will go down after a couple of weeks. That's why you need to hide them for now," I laughed inside at this cruel joke on him. "Yea and they hurt too. Anything I wear makes them hurt," Stan replied. "Then tell me tomorrow what you have found that other people do. Girls have tits so what ever they do you do for now," I said, knowing that they wear bras. Tuesday Morning: I made another command for Stan to pass on "When ever we are out of ear shot like this, you will always call me TheMaster. And tell George and Albert that they have to call me that when they send me an E-Mail to me from now on. And they have to call you MyMastersVoice even at home, and you have to call them MyMastersSlaves." "And I want them to get bracelets for each arm. That's to start training them to be drug distributors for me." Stan nodded and went to class. Wednesday Morning: I laid another command for them "And I also want everyone to start wearing their hair in a pig tail at the bottom of your neck when it's long enough. That's the sign that they belong to the Organization." Stan just nodded and went to class. He had forgotten to tell me what people did for their tits to stop hurting. Thursday Morning: "Stan well what did you find out about making them to stop rubbing and hurting?" "Only girls have the problem, and they all just wear bras," Stan answered. "Well then start wearing a bra," I answered back. "But you can't mean that, that's girl stuff," Stan answered. "Stan that is two times that you didn't say TheMaster to me. I will give you a choice. Either I see you in a bra tomorrow or no pills for two days. Which is it?" "No, Please, I get puny sick, OK, I'll wear a bra to school ...MyMaster." Stan broke down and cried. I was not about to let up now. Somewhere I read that if you wanted to change someone then you had to be really mean to them and make them do it. Or something like that. "Stan you will not only wear it at school, but also at home. And I will have George and Albert check up on you. TheMaster has spoken, it is your punishment," I said as I then walked away. Friday Morning: Stan was at his usually place waiting for me. I walked up and said "Turn around so that I can check if you have a bra on." Stan didn't say anything; he just turned around and lowered his jacket to his elbows to show his back. It showed through his t-shirt. I said "OK here's one extra pink pill for you for doing what I said. It will help you get rid of the problem" I shook his hand as I passed the pills and walked away. Chapter Four - Organizational Expansion Today I was at the park playing soccer with a couple of kids from school when three eighth graders came by. They jumped on Tim who was close to them while he was on the field. I could see them punching him as he was down. They got up but he didn't. He just moved around a little so I knew that he was not dead. I could see blood from where I was at. I was frozen solid and couldn't bring myself to either go help him or run away. Gradually all over the field running and play stopped as everyone started to look at the kid that was down. Then the three eighth graders started to chase Juan. Everyone started to run after that. I didn't stop until I was home. I called the police and told what had happened. They said they would look into it. Then I called Tim's house and asked his mom, "Hello Mrs.Gadmere is Tim alright?" "Why wouldn't Tim be alright Tad?" "Well "I answered "Three eighth graders beat him up just a little while ago. I just call the cops and told them. I was hopping that Tim went home." "Where did he get beat up Tim?" she asked. "Out on the soccer field next to the baseball diamond," I answered. "Tim you meet me there, OK," she commanded in no uncertain terms. "OK bye," I said and hung up the phone. I raced back to the park and found that Mrs.Gadmere was already running toward where Tim was laying on the field. With no one in the park you couldn't miss him. I got there as she was looking him over. He was groaning a lot. She pulled her phone out and called 911 and started talking into the cell phone. I tuned her out as I looked as Tim. He looked bad. I could see his face was already black and blue and there were a number of cuts on his lip and eyebrow. He was holding his left shoulder like it was broken. He was just moaning and groaning. I just sat there for about ten minutes while Mrs.Gadmere was looking after her son. "Tad, you never move anyone that's been hurt. Moving them could cause more damage to them. So we are not going to move Tim until the ambulance gets here. They know first aid, I don't know enough. It looks like they pulled his arm out of the socket and the beating that he took just because a few cuts and a lot of bruises. Who where these three eighth grades Tad? I want the police to know. I want those guys to be put into Juvenile hall for a year. That should show them to not beat up on kids," She was really mad. "Mrs.Gadmere I am not sure of there names," I lied."Jim and I are only in 5th grade." I then thought that maybe Mrs.Gadmere would be someone who would like to help me in my project and at the same time expand it to include those three bullies. "They were friends of the bullies that were after me before I started to take care of the bullies that beat me up. They usually just get off with a whipping or talking to which only keeps them out of trouble for a week at most. But I'm making them better, instead of sending them where they will become worst. I had a cousin that went to one of those places years ago, and came out worst, and is not in prison." I wondered if she would take the bate and think about what I said. She looked at me for a moment. Then asked, "And what exactly is it that you are doing to them." "Well I can't tell you that Mrs.Gadmere, because I would get into a lot of trouble if anyone knew. But I can say that my bullies are now doing their homework, and not doing much of the bad stuff to other students that they us to. Isn't that what's most important? The fact that they are being punished and don't know it yet only makes it better doesn't it? But it won't work if my secret ever came out." "Is this illegal Tad, because I have to turn you into the police if it is young man!" she said as she glared at me. I replied coolly "Isn't it illegal to beat up other kids? And all the police do is put them where they just learn how to be worst. But what I am doing is making them better people. I know that I shouldn't have done it. And I am sorry for it, but the end results does justify the means if at the end then they become like normal kids and stop beating up others. Wouldn't it be nice if there were no more kids that beat up each other Mrs.Gadmere?" The ambulance pulled onto the soccer field at that time. Mrs.Gadmere looked at me once before attending to her son. She crawled into the ambulance with him and they left. The police had also come. There were two of them. They had parked their cars at the edge of the park and walked across. "Did you see what happened?" the short one asked me. "Yes, a couple of eighth graders came to the park and beat up one of us while we were playing soccer," I said hopping that he would stop asking me questions. I didn't want to have to answer questions about other activities that I was up to. "What's your name?" he asked. "Tad Smithson," I answered. "Do you know the kid that was beaten up?" "Yes, he was Tim Gadmere; he is a friend of mine," I answered. "Do you know the names of the kids that beat him up?" "No, I have only seen them in school. I think they are in the eighth grade." "Would you be able to tell me if you saw them again?" I thought if I said yes, then I might become involved, but he could get the names of the kids for anyone else so I said, "I am not sure.I was to scared running away after I saw that someone was beat Tim up and no one was helping." He then spend another ten minutes asking me questions but only got my name and phone number. I noticed the other officer taking pictures of where Tim had been laying. I noticed that there was blood on the grass still. Tad must have been hurting really bad. I became ashamed about not helping him and running away. I promised that I would stop the bullies from hurting anyone else. I know knew that I had to get Mrs.Gadmere's help. If only because she was an adult and could better tell me the faults of my plan. After sticking around the park watching the police do their work till they finished. I then went back home. My parents came home at 6pm and mom started supper. I helped the plates on the table and the silverware. After dad said grace mom asked me if anything happened today. I told her about Tim getting beat up at the park while we were playing soccer. "Tim, I don't want you to go to that park again. Do you hear me?" Mom almost yelled. "But mom that's where all of the kids are at. What if we get someone to watch over us so that no one bullies us again?" I asked. "Tam it's getting much to dangerous anymore. I don't want you to go to the park and that's final" She commanded. "Mom would you think about it if we got some bigger guys or an adult to watch us?" I said as I was thinking that it felt like we were going to babysat. "No Tad." "Would you think about it mom ...please... please," I wined. "I'll think about it Tad, but for now you can have the other boys over here or if they live close then you can go over to their house. But you are going to have to avoid that park from now on. And also avoid the bullies. Is that clear young man," Mom asked? "Yes mom, I'll avoid the park until you say I play there again," I answered as I hung my head. I was hopping that dad would talk to mom about young boys needing to have a place to run and play. Supper was almost finished when the phone rang. Mrs.Gadmere was on the phone and mom and her talked for a while about Tim. I could only hear one side of the conversation. It seemed that Tim was going to be OK. Mom handed the phone to me and said, "Mrs.Gadmere wants to talk to you." "Hello Mrs.Gadmere is Tim going to be OK?" "He will be out of the hospital tomorrow Tad. I want to talk to you about what you said in the park Tad." "Can I come over and talk to Tim tomorrow after school Mrs.Gadmere." "Do your parents know what it is your doing Tad?" "No Mrs.Gadmere. So would tomorrow be OK to talk to Tim then?" I asked again trying to get her to understand that I didn't want to talk right now in front of my parents. "OK Tad I can wait till tomorrow. The police have already said that the three boys have alibis from three other kids and they can't do anything. So I want to know if what your doing can punish them or what they did to Tim?" "Oh absolute with out a doubt Mrs.Gadmere and it will be wonderful. I can not wait to see Tad," I said trying to answer her and not say it so that my parents would think anything. It's hard to carry on a conversation and try to say words that have the person on the phone get a completely different message then the people standing around you. "Good enough Tad.I'll see you tomorrow then after school." "Thank you Mrs.Gadmere, I will be there right after school." I hung up the phone and then turned to mom and dad. "I know I should have asked first but I didn't think that you would say no to let me see Tad tomorrow after school." Mom said, "No I think that Tad would like to see you very much". And with that I went up to my room, and looked at my e-mails on my computer. I had already hatched a plan to get even with the three boys. I wrote an E-mail to George who was in eighth grade. I asked if he knew the three boys that beat up Tim. I told him point blank that they were to be recruited for the organization. I wanted to know everything about them. I wanted him to tell me what classes they went to the names of their friends, phone numbers, girlfriends and so on. I said that they did a good job of roughing up that kid, so I had some 'things' that I wanted them to do for the organization. They were going to be recruited and they were going to get their instructions from him. They were going to be called TheMastersFist. That should keep them in the game. Because that is all this really is, a big game just like on the internet. Lots of action and unknown rules. I went to bed after sending that E-mail. Tomorrow I had a big day. I was going to Make Mrs.Gadmere the head of the Organization. She just didn't know it yet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I rang the door bell on Tads front door. I could hear Mrs.Gadmere coming to open the door. "Hello Mrs.Gadmere." "Hello Tad, let's go into the family room and talk a little, OK?" She just turned and walked away. I closed the door and followed her into the house. I had been in Tim's house a number of times. But usually I just went straight into Tim's room upstairs. We went into a nice room and I sat on a big over stuffed chair and looked at her. "OK Tad tell me what you're doing. How can you punish these boys when the police can not do a damn thing?" she said. I could see the anger in her eyes and posture. I replied, "Mrs.Gadmere if I don't tell you the details then you can't tell on me. But I will tell you that I have started to collect the information on the three bullies that beat up Tim. I will know all about them and their friends in a week. In another week they will start their punishment. In two more weeks I will have them tamed to start acting like human beings." I continued with "I know right now that you want revenge really bad. When I was beat up I wanted revenge really bad to, but then I started to think it would be better if I changed the bully that beat me up so that he would never beat up any one else." "I can't change what has already been done but I can change what will happen. I decided to take control of other people and make them into people that will act properly in school. They will become like sissies, because sissy's never hurt anyone because they are too afraid of being hurt." It was a long speech for me, but it looked like Mrs.Gadmere was thinking about everything I said. Then Mrs.Gadmere said, "You are turning the bullies into sissy's? Is that what I hear you saying? Isn't that kind of far fetched for a sixth grader to do to eighth graders Tad?" "Mrs.Gadmere," I sai, "kids play lots of games on the internet against each other. This is just like an internet game. There are bad guys here. They need to be changed. I have changed the game here so that I can control them. They were out of control in this game of life. I changed the rules, and they just don't know it yet." I let her have time to take in what I said before I continued. "I am already doing it to the bully that beat me up, and also his two brothers. They weren't in my plan. They kind of accidentally got into my sissy process and don't know it yet. They were both bullies in the higher grades. Right now I have them doing their home work every day. They have gone from F students to B students because I have them scared of punishment if they don't at least work at it. All the while they are thinking that they are working to be really bad guys. I can't tell you more Mrs.Gadmere. I might have already told you to much." "Wouldn't it be nice if you had the three bullies that beat up Tim be at his beck and call and do anything that he says? It's up to you Mrs.Gadmere." "I don't want those kids around Tim ever again. But I want to punish them really bad, at least as bad as they have hurt Tim. Can you do that Tad? You seem to be a 90 year old man in a 10 year old boy," Mrs.Gadmere said. "Since the police can not do anything then Mrs.Gadmere will you help me where I need it? Because I know that I am a 10 year old and I am just playing a very dangerous game here. I need your help to make sure that I have thought of everything. Would you help me?" "Yes Tad I will help you. I don't care as long as you are doing what you say that you are doing. And be damn about the legality of it all. I can't stand that the bullies can not be legally punished. So what is it that you want from me Tad"? I then started to tell her how I control Stan and his brothers. I told her that I planed to get Albert the oldest one to start giving the addictive drugs to the three bullies. I explained that they could stop the addictive drug over time by giving small and smaller amounts. I told her how I was also giving everyone the drug to make them into girls. I said that I was going to need her help when the time came to make them into sissy's. It would not be enough for them to physically change. I needed someone who could show them how to act sissy. I also needed a reason for them to act sissy. We talked for hours and hours devising plans and contingencies. Chapter Five - The sissies appear Stan's breasts were getting to big to hide. So the first step that required Mrs.Gadmere started. She had found a small office space available in the most run down part of town. She had rented it for $100 a month and said that she would pay it gladly. It had a toilet and sink in a small bathroom. That was all we needed. It was dirty and dusty and a real mess. One of the reasons that we took it was because of the absolute mess that it was in and she not wanting it cleaned up. She also got us a pink cell phone with a false name and the address of the Organizations office. As soon as Mrs.Gadmere got the key to the place she covered the windows so that no one could see in. But there was enough light coming in so we never turned on any of the utilitys. She had the back door lock converted to a combination lock. We then planted what was going to be needed at the office. That included a box of rags, a desk phone and a desk. We also left a bunch of cleaning supplies. The last thing that we left was one of Mrs.Gadmere dresses. She picked an old one out that was as close to a cleaning girls uniform as possible. Lastly we left instructions for him. The Organization wants this office to be set up as a front for an operation that will happen in the future. The Pink phone will only be used for incoming calls. You will clean the office and bathroom everytime you come in. For this week end to not get any of you cloths dirty you will wear the dress and wig. Also the Organization does not want anyone to know that it is you that is there so you will wear the dress and the wig all of the time. Food would be sent over as needed. You will answer the front door, say 'Thank you' in the best girls voice you can. As your second assignment you will play the radio only on classical music 96.3 FM station. You will write down the day, time and name of the music. If anyone calls on the pink phone you will give that information to who ever is on the phone. You are in training, don't ask questions just do as you are told. There is an important reason for what you are doing. After all of these prepretations were made it was time for the next step. Monday I told Stan that there was going to be some changes. The Organization had a special project that they wanted him to do. I hinted that he was being trained to be an assassin or something. And that all assassin had to be able to blend into any group of people but had to do what the Organization told them to do. The Organization had to have someone really young to be trained for this project. So he was going to be trained by someone for the future and it was going to pay like a zillion dollars later. But first he had to be trained and tested for it. When passing the normal drugs to Stan I also slipped him the note that told him that he was going to start being trained this weekend. He had to make up some excuse about going to a sleepover this weekend with someone and to report to this address Saturday morning at 8am. Also he had to bring his sleeping bag. Next, now knowing who the three thugs were in eighth grade I sent Albert and E-mail to start making friends with them and talking to them. I told him it was a command from TheMaster and was to be obeyed. I was of course setting them up to start changing them into sissies and controlling them with the drug addiction. It was great revenage for Mrs.Gadmere. Friday of that week I gave one of the combinations to Stan for the office. I told him he should wait for the phone to ring then answer it. The person on the other end would give him instructions. Saturday Morning. It was Mrs.Operation for the office. She called the office at 8:10 am to confirm that he was there.