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George rushed down the steps besides his pregnant sister. Cheryl's water had broken in her city apartment and the rush to the hospital was on. George flagged down a taxi and helped Cheryl inside. George told the driver the address of the hospital as lights flashed above him. "Look, I know you're going to get out, but under my contractual obligations, I'm required to say this is the Cash Cab, a TV game show that takes place in the back of my cab. What do you say do you want to play?" Cheryl went to move towards the door, when George shouted, "Hell, yes." "Seriously?" The driver asked. "Yes", he said with a nod. Cheryl and the driver could only stare at him with faces frozen in shock. "Okay, then. Uh...Let's start with a 50 dollar question. A group of Ravens is known as a what?" "Easy, a murder!" "Correct. Get ready for your next 50 dollar question. Here it is. "What American Civil War general graduated first in his West Point class in 1829?" "I'm not sure, do you know, Cheryl?" Cheryl stared at him intently. Her head shook in anger. "We're going to use our mobile shout out?" "Who are we calling?" "My brother in-law; her husband. He's at the lab right now." The driver handed George the phone. The call went through. "Hey, Morris. How are you? Good. I'm on the cash cab with your sister. She's fine. Her water broke, but Morris I got a question. "What American Civil War general graduated first in his West Point class in 1829?" "Morris, she's fine. Stop asking. Do have an answer? We're running out of time. Do you have a guess?" George continued. "Oh, times up! It was Robert E. Lee. " The driver said. "Oh, the General Lee", George said as he smacked his head. "That was strike one! Remember, three strikes and you're out. Your next 50 dollar question is: This is the term used to describe a single, female ballet dancer." "Ahhh..." Cheryl screamed as a contraction ripped through her. "Please, Cheryl. You're making hard for me to concentrate. It's...It's...It's ballerina!" "Correct", the cabbie shouted with little enthusiasm. "You really should have gotten that one", George said as he stared at Cheryl. The cabbie seemed to mouth an insult before he continued, "Now, we have 20 blocks to go, and we are moving on to the 100 hundred dollar questions. They're a little harder, but you still have your street shout out. "What country was booted from the Organization of American States in 1962?" George answered, "1962? I'd have to guess Cuba." "Correct. And we are stuck at red light, so that triggers a red light challenge", the driver shouted. "All right!" George shouted. "Oh, God! I'm going to kill you!" Cheryl added as she writhed in pain. "Well, speaking of...your red light challenge is to name the four gospels of the New Testament. Go!" "Mathew, Mark, Joseph, David, Luke, Brian, Phil, Roy, Roger, Noah, John..." "That's it. Mathew, Mark, Luke and John is correct, and may God help you. Get ready for your next 100 dollar question. Name this famous Argentinean whose body was once buried in Italy under the name Maria Maggi." George looked around and said, "I don't know." "Fifteen seconds", the driver interjected. "Chime in anytime, Cheryl!" George responded. "Ahhhhh", Cheryl shouted. The driver cringed and sped up. Then George blurted out, "Evita" "Eva Peron is correct. That's good for another 100 dollars. The next questions are worth 150 dollars and are little harder. Are you ready? Here it is. What is the capital of Assyria?" George froze. He looked at Cheryl for an answer. She shook her head and moved her lips without saying a word. He thought that she seemed to be mouthing curses to him before she let out a shriek as a contraction ripped through her. The driver looked in the camera and said, "We're going to have clean this thing thoroughly before I pick anybody else up." George then blurted out to Cheryl, "I don't know that." "Ahh....", Cheryl added. "Oh, I'm sorry that's wrong. Strike two! It no longer exists. Remember one more strike and you're out on the curb. We've got five blocks to go. Here's the next question. This U.S. President was the only Southern Senator to remain in the Senate after the South seceded from the Union." George sat back in his seat and stroked his chin. His sister turned and stared at him. She clasped his hand and squeezed as she screamed. "Oww...What the hell did you do that for?" George asked. Cheryl's hand shook as her sweating face turned a shade of light red. "10 seconds!" "Any thoughts?" George asked Cheryl. Cheryl responded by slapping him across the face. "5 seconds", the increasingly uncomfortable driver interjected. "What did you do that for?" George asked. Cheryl eyes bugged out of her head. "Oh, sorry. You are out of time. Strike three! I' won't throw you out though...." "Yes, you will", a voice on the radio shouted. "But, sir, she's...." "We're watching we know. It's a fact of life. Not our problem." "But..." "Contract! Remember the contract! Let them out!" "Yes, sir", the driver said. He pulled over. Cheryl clutched George's wrist and squeezed again as another contraction ripped through her. "Sorry. Producers, you know. It's just a two block walk. Thanks for playing", the somber driver said as stopped at the curb. "Thanks for the shot", George responded with a smile as sister got out of the cab without his assistance. She started up the street and George said, "What's the rush?" "I'm going to kill you when this over!" George rushed behind her and got to her side. He looked at her as she looked ahead with a fixed gaze upon the hospital. "What's wrong? We had to get a cab anyway!" She continued to walk, but turned her head, "Do you think I wanted to be on game show while going through contractions, you schmuck!" George walked beside her silently. He shook his head while he walked as Cheryl tried to get to the entry desk. The nurse quickly called for a wheelchair and a nurse, and Cheryl was wheeled off. George feeling as if he had done enough for her, decided to leave. He turned towards the door and ran into Cheryl's husband, Morris. "Hey, Morris. They just took her away." Morris stared at him with a look that George recognized. It was the look people gave him before they took a swing at him in bars and pool halls. Morris instead asked, "Where are you going?" "Home." "Oh, thanks for getting her here", Morris said with a near scoff before he walked off. George headed towards the curb and hailed a cab. He took it back to his apartment. He headed into his apartment. He called his mother and told her that his sister was having the baby and hung up as quickly as he could. A little after 10, he heard a knock at his door. He looked through the peep hole and saw Morris standing before his door. He opened the door expecting a fight, but Morris was calm. George offered Morris a beer as Morris said his daughter was born healthy. Morris opened it and George asked, "Why aren't you at the hospital?" "Oh, I'll be going back. I just picked up this doll for my daughter", Morris said as he placed the doll on the table. George lifted the doll from the table and noticed the string. He looked at Morris, who said softly, "Pull the string." George pulled the string and heard the doll speak, "My name is Talky Tina, and you'll be sorry." George looked at the doll for a second before it emitted a puff of green smoke from its mouth and into his face. "What's...", George managed to say before he was rendered unconscious and fell to the ground. George awoke and stared around the room. He saw the faces of his brother- in-law and Cheryl's best friend, Kimberly. "What's going on?" He asked. "You were very inconsiderate with my Cheryl, so we've decided to get some revenge for her", Morris said. "What are you going to do?" George said as he pulled at the chains holding him to the slab. "We're going to humiliate you. Don't worry, you won't be physically hurt. Your sister wouldn't stand for it. She also got you the week off. Isn't that nice of her." "It'd be nicer if she had stopped you from doing this at all", George countered. "Do it!" Morris shouted back at a technician. George felt the slab he was lying on moving towards a machine he could barely see as he turned his head. He shouted as the machine closed around him. George looked at the mirror staring back at him from the top of the machine. George felt himself start to change. The machine started to grow around George. He looked down and saw his body contracting down. His binds loosened. His pants grew baggier around his thinning and shortening legs. His shirt too was growing baggier until two mounds started to grow off his chest. They held the shirt off his stomach as all the hair beneath his head grew lighter, thinner, shorter, and eventually unnoticeable. He felt a tug on his head as his hair began to climb down his neck. His head shrunk to a proportion that would look normal on a thin girl. His arms shortened and thinned. He sensed a tug at his crotch and grimaced. He felt his penis and testicles get sucked inside of him as the changes continued. The machine then worked its way to his clothing. His baggy white shirt turned into a blue, cap-sleeve, knit dress. His pants and socks merged and grew tighter and tighter until they became a fully formed pair of blue, opaque tights. His shoes were the last thing to change. George watched as his sneakers reformed into a pair of red, suede ballet flats. Once the transformation stopped, George looked down at his bust. He was stunned. He did not think that they were planning to make him into a woman. He looked into the mirror on top of the machine. The transformation was total. George did not even resemble himself anymore. George was stunned by what he saw. Instead of being a tan skinned, brown haired man, he saw a pale white woman, with black hair with red streaks in it. George had trouble reconciling the woman in the mirror with himself. "That's not me", George said with some difficulty. "Yes, it is" Morris replied as the machine opened and the slab moved away from it. "What's with the hair?" George asked. ""Well, you're the only one of us that doesn't have to live the way you look when you're on stage, so I figured you could be the weirdest looking one on stage", Kimberly answered. "Stage, us, what are you talking about?" "Oh, you're the new guitarist for my girl band." "What happened to your old one?" George shouted. "She quit. She got a better gig." "I don't know how to play the guitar", George retorted. "Don't worry. You do now", Morris interjected. "Even if that's true. I won't do it." "Oh, yes, you will", Kimberly declared. "Oh, really?" "Stay still", Morris commanded. George froze. Morris moved towards him and took off his loose fitting chains. "Now, Georgie, get off the slab and stand", Kimberly said. George did as Kimberly commanded without knowing why. "What's going on", George asked as his hands trembled and voice quivered. "Oh, Georgie. We control you. You do as I say. That's what you're programmed to do. You will be bound to obey me and Kimberly", Morris answered. "But..." "Silence!" Kimberly shouted. George fell mute. He tried to speak, but was unable. "Follow me", Kimberly said. George and Morris followed Kimberly out of the lab room and into a hallway. They followed her towards the lobby. Morris bid them farewell as Kimberly led George to her car. She said not a single word to him as she drove them four miles to the apartment building where she and her band mates lived and practiced. As they walked towards the building, Kimberly said, "You are to be peppy and say nothing about who you really are. You will claim to be a girl that really wants to play in our band. Got it." George nodded. Kimberly smiled and said, "You are allowed to speak." "Thanks", George said with a giggle as he twirled his long hair between his fingers. Kimberly's band mates stared at the door as they heard Kimberly and George approaching it. Nicola rushed to let them in after she heard him them knock so Kimberly wouldn't have to take out her keys. George saw Kimberly's two roommates staring at him as he entered, and he asked them, "What are you looking at?" "You're our new guitarist?" Nicola asked. "Of course. I can't wait to play with you. I've loved playing in front of people, since I was a little girl", George responded with a desire to cringe, but the appearance of giddiness. "What's your name?" Kimberly's other band mate asked. "Georgie", Kimberly replied for him to Nadine. "Nice to meet you", Nadine said. George replied in kind to Nadine and Nicola. "So, let's see if you are up for performing tonight, or whether we'll have to cancel." "Where's the gig?" George asked. "The Dreaming will be playing at the bar on Cyprus Avenue", Nadine continued. "Oh, you are playing at The Little Tipplers?" George asked for clarification. "Yes, we will. Nadine's friends with the owner", Kimberly interjected. "That's wonderful!" George shouted. "You are really into this, aren't you?" Nadine asked. "Of course", George said as he clutched his slender biceps, bent and tilted his head. "Let's see...see...see if she can play", Nicola said with her stutter that only presented itself when she was nervous. George walked passed the girls and realized that he was still taller than them, except for Kimberly. He was seemed to be her exact size. He figured that he must have been around 5'9", instead of his normal 6'1". George bent down and grabbed a battered guitar by a worn amp. He slipped the guitar strap over his shoulder. The strap came of his neck and rested on his breasts. He tried to situate it in a comfortable place before he started to play. He found that Kimberly had smartly left his hands larger than the average woman's. They did not stand out because of his trim, but not slender frame and his above average height for a female. He plugged the guitar chord into one of the amps the girls had bought. He turned it on, started to play, and smiles ran across the girl's faces. He could play. Kimberly grabbed her bass guitar, and Nicola went behind her drum set. As Nadine prepared to sing, they started to play. After two hours of practice and several complaints from their neighbors about the noise, they felt that there was enough chemistry between them to play together. They all knew the same songs they'd cover, but George had to learn the few original songs that Kimberly and Nadine had written. He changed some of the parts they'd arraigned for the guitar, and they greeted these changes favorably. After grabbing dinner at a McDonalds, they headed to the bar in Nicola's van. They unloaded their instruments from the van and headed into the bar. The owner came out and greeted Nadine. He wished them luck while Nicola set up behind the drum set that was permanently part of the bar's stage. George and Kimberly plugged into the bar's amps, which the owner set up when multiple bands would play on the bill. Kimberly set up Nadine's microphone and her own to sing back up. As the patrons started to enter the bar, George and the girls headed for the stage. Nicola situated herself behind the drums while Nadine made her way to the microphone. George and Kimberly went on stage together. George heard cat calls for men who he figured were either drunk at 9 o'clock or just lacked any shame. George looked around at the faces in the crowd. He recognized some of them. Their numbers seemed to grow as the second passed. He pulled at his guitar strap as it rubbed on his bra through his dress. He heard Nicola signal the start of the song. They started playing a cover of The Ramones' The KKK Took My Baby Away. George loosened up as the song went on. He moved around the stage as they played. He walked towards the front of the stage and positioned his legs as far apart as he could them as he strummed his low hanging guitar As they finished the first song, George looked down at the audience and realized that his stance was inviting men to look up his short dress. He quickly moved his legs together and quietly cursed Kimberly and Morris for dressing him in such a revealing dress. The crowd's positive reaction to the song was enough to assuage his discomfort though. The more they played the more he enjoyed it. He loved the feeling of their cheers. He could even tolerate the leers since they made him feel desirable. They played a set full of covers and original songs. The covers were understandably more popular than the originals because people were often familiar with them. Kimberly looked at George disbelievingly. She realized he was enjoying it. The part of the plan designed to embarrass him failed. When they finished, they exited the stage to applause so that another band could take their place. George and the rest of the band packed up their instruments and placed them in Nicola's van. The band then re-entered the bar room. George was unprepared for the people that would come up to him and express their views regarding the band's playing. He was more surprised by the guys that were coming up to them. George hung onto Kimberly as single men descended upon them. However, George was more than happy to take up their offers to buy him drinks. George recognized one of the men as his former classmate, Sonny. George froze as Sonny came up to him and asked, "Hey, girl, holler at your boy!" "Holler? Who the hell says holler anymore", George retorted. George turned around and saw another man smile at his response. Sonny took a step back, grinned and said, "Oh, so you're that type of girl!" "What type?" "The likes a spanking type", Sonny answered. "No. I'm not. I'm the gives a spanking type", George countered. As George saw Sonny bite his lip, George realized that he was not coming across as dismissive, but instead appeared to Sonny as being flirty. "You can spank me, baby. I've been a bad boy", Sonny responded. George looked for a way out as he downed a shot that was handed to him by Nadine. After a pause of a few second, George responded, "Oh, that's nice. I've got to go to the ladies room." "Want me to follow?" "NO! NO! NO!" George responded as he trailed off to the end. George waited on line at the bathroom before he was finally able to reach the stall. He sat on the toilet and pulled his hosiery down his legs, while lifting up his dress. He went to the bathroom and wiped himself with his enfeebled hands. As he moved next to Kimberly, a man came up to them. He was fairly young and George feared he was a talent scout. To his relief, he found out that it was only Kimberly's cousin, Mike. Kimberly called George, Nadine and Nicola over to meet him as they picked up their instruments. Nadine and Nicola quickly left them to flirt drinks out of guys. Mike told Kimberly and George how impressed he was with their playing. He looked at George and said, "You were terrific." "Thank you", George replied with a smile. "No. I really mean it. And the way you dress. I mean, you're a woman with self-confidence." "I try to be", George remarked with a laugh. "Well, you show it. I mean look at those legs." "Thanks", George tried to say in a gracious manner as he tried to avoid Mike's leers. Kimberly was a little uncomfortable with Mike's looks and tone towards George as well. "Such self confidence is rare. I'm really impressed. Would you like to go out some time?" Mike asked. George froze. His programming would not let him hurt Kimberly's cousin, but he did not want to go out on a date with him. George looked to Kimberly for help. Kimberly eyes shot from side to side. She was happy to humiliate George, but this had a good shot of hurting her cousin. She huffed and said, "Mike, um, Georgie is my girlfriend." Mike looked at her strangely, before he said, "You're a..." "Yes", Kimberly said lowly and slowly. "And she's one too?" "Yes", Kimberly repeated as she tapped her fingers on the bar. Kimberly and Mike turned to look at the man behind them that screamed, "Dude. I told you those bitches were lesbians." Another drunken man shouted back, "All right. See if you can get them to kiss." Kimberly sunk in her seat. The only thing worse was when she overheard someone she knew say, "I can't believe Kimberly's a lesbian." George just sat still. He was not sure what he should do. Mike looked at the uncomfortable expressions on both Kimberly's and George's faces, but decided to still ask Kimberly, "So you're a lesbian. How exactly does that work?" "What do you mean?" Kimberly asked. "Are you the girl or is she?" "I'm the girl. Georgie's my boy." George nodded hastily and said with a giggle, in the deepest voice he could muster do to his reprogramming, "I'm proud to be her boy girl." "Wow. I never would have guessed that. You seem...well look at the two of you", Mike responded. After a brief pause he added, "Why didn't Aunt Claire tell me?" Kimberly's jaw dropped when she thought of her mother or of the rest of family being told that she was a lesbian. "My mom doesn't know. Don't tell her, please", Kimberly pleaded. "Okay. I'm fine with it. Two women together is a beautiful thing. I just enjoy it more when neither of them are related to me." Kimberly thanked him and excused herself to go to the bathroom. George was left at the bar with Mike. Mike looked at him and said, "You know, I think my cousin's pretty special." "She is", George remarked. "Well, I want to make sure you're treating her right. You don't mess around on her with other women do you?" "No. I'm one woman girl." "Wow. You really are seriously into the relationship ", Mike responded. "Yes", George responded cheerfully since his programming forced him to. "So how do you go about doing it?" Mike tried to ask delicately. "What?" George responded with raised eyebrows. "Is it like scissoring?" "What?" George said louder. "Never mind", Mike responded hastily. "Okay", George responded lowly with a smile that felt glued upon his face as he turned his head away from Mike. "I just...I never would have guessed that she liked girls. She always seemed to go for guys." "Yes, I know", George responded hoping that Mike would drop the subject. "What did you do to seduce her over to the lesbian side? I mean that nicely. If I was a woman, I'd be with you in a second", Mike declared. After a pause George remarked, "Your cousin is the one for me." "Talking about me", Kimberly said as she overheard the end of their conversation. "Yes, darling", George answered as he stood. As George began to stumble away from the bar, he realized that he failed to contemplate was that his female body would not have as much tolerance for alcohol as his male one. Still, George steadied himself and grabbed another shot glass. As he downed his fourth shot, he realized that the room was spinning. Kimberly gave a concerned look as he clutched the bar to keep himself from falling over. Mike helped Kimberly steady George. "She's a light weight", some man who had bought him a drink said. "Oh, I know", Kimberly remarked as George tried to think of a response. Before he could, he got distracted by a feeling of nausea. One man who bought him a drink said, "Give her to me. I'll get her home" Kimberly eyes bugged out and she responded, "No. I'll do it. She's my friend." The man gave a disgruntled look at Kimberly before he turned away. As Kimberly went to grab Nicola to help her, George heard the man say, "What a cock blocking bitch!" Another chimed in, "Dude, she's a lesbo. Didn't you hear?" "Can I watch?" George heard the other man shout at them. George went to defend Kimberly, but he fell to the floor before he could say anything. Kimberly and Nicola and Mike helped lift him off the ground. They grabbed hold of George and carried him out of the bar. They carried him towards the van. As they sat him in the front seat, he vomited out the door. Nicolas rolled her eyes before she went back into the bar to grab Nadine and some napkins to clean off the vomit that had landed on part of her van. Mike said goodbye to his cousin and the girls. The girls climbed into the van and headed home after they found Nadine. After they reached their apartment, they helped George into Kimberly's bed. The girls then left him there and huddled in the kitchen. "I think we should keep looking for a new guitarist", Nadine said. "She's too good", Nicola countered. "She's good, but we can't be doing this after every show", Nadine retorted. "I'm with, Nadine. It's two to one, she's gone tomorrow morning", Kimberly replied thanking the situation almost for giving her a convenient excuse for Georgie's upcoming disappearance. Nicola flashed a quick, fleeting smile and walked away. Kimberly then walked into the bedroom. She looked at George as he slept in her bed and thought about taking him to his sister's. However, she knew that they were too tired to deal with this properly. She climbed in next to George and tried not to touch him. She stared at him as he slept in his female form and cursed herself for having ever thinking that what she had done to him was an appropriate punishment. The next morning, Kimberly roused George from his slumber as she shoved him and said, "Wakey, Wakey, Madame George." George tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but Kimberly ordered George from her bed. George complied and followed her out of the building and to her car. Kimberly pulled the car out of the lot and drove it towards one of the subway stations. Kimberly parked the car and ordered George to follow her. He did so and followed her towards the subway station. They entered a subway car and traveled across the river. Kimberly led him out of the subway and into a diner that she liked to frequent for breakfast. Shortly after they were seated, George asked if he could go to the bathroom. "You can go to the bathroom, but once you leave the bathroom you are to swiftly rejoin me at this table." George nodded and complied with her orders. As George returned to the table, Kimberly said, "You are to be extremely girly in everything you say to me, and you are to be honest as well." George nodded. "When we were kids, you always picked on me." George shrugged. He knew that he had. "Why did you do that?" Kimberly asked. "Because I thought you were attractive." "That's an odd reason." "No. It was because you were my sister's friend and I didn't want to admit liking you." "I'm amazed." "Why?" "I never would have guessed it." "Well, it's true", George said with a giggle. "If only you weren't a total dick..." "That's never going to change", George replied as he twirled his hair in his fingers. He then placed his hands on Kimberly's, which were on the table. George mind screamed for him to move them away and leave, but his body projected someone that really seemed to want to be there. "I know dick-less George", Kimberly replied as she pulled her hands away with a smile. George shot her a scorned look as Kimberly reveled in George's current condition. A waiter then came by and dropped off food at the table. He smiled at Kimberly and George and said in a deep voice, "Here, you go two beautiful breakfasts, for two beautiful ladies." George sunk down in his chair trying to avoid the waiter's leers. As he walked away, Kimberly said in a near shout, "I know you would totally do him. You don't have to tell me." The waiter looked back at George, as did a number of the patrons of the establishment. George wilted underneath their eyes and sunk even further down into his seat. When everyone turned away, Kimberly dug into her food and looked at George with a smile. She said, "I hope you don't mind. Your sister told me what you like, so I ordered for you." "No. I don't mind. I love it when someone orders for me", George answered with a giggle as he crossed his legs and moved his raised foot quickly back and forth. George and Kimberly began to eat. As they did, Kimberly asked, "So do you go out with other girls?" "No", George was able to answer truthfully. "So do you play the scene?" "No. I've been staying home lately. I guess, I'll be staying home more often if I keep eating like this. I'm going to get so fat. Uh...", George said. "Well, what do you like?" George smiled and put his head down. His face flushed red with embarrassment that as a man he would not have shown. "Well, besides anatomy", Kimberly stated for clarity. George ran his hands through his hair and said, "Sports. Drinking. That kind of stuff." "Oh, so you're not a girly girl?" Kimberly added. George giggled making his next statement seem like a lie to a casual observer, "No. I'm a tomboy I guess." George took another bite and waited for Kimberly to stop chewing. Kimberly then said, "I've got plans for you." George put his hands together and tilted his head and finished chewing, before saying, "Go on." "We're going to do a little shopping, performing..." "Performing? Again?" "Again? No. Not with my band. It's amateur night at the strip club...", Kimberly replied before trailing off. George swallowed hard at the thought. "Oh, the boys are going to love your tight little body, don't you think?" "Yes", George replied truthfully with a full smile that hid that his mind was crying out in horror of how exploited and exposed he was going to feel. Kimberly got the check and paid the bill. George sat their silently while she did that. George wanted to cry to show his distress since he could not seem to find words to convey his despair, but his tears were not available to him either. Kimberly ordered him to stand up and follow her. He complied as he made his way towards the front door a rushing teenager making a move towards the bathroom knocked him to the floor. George cringed as his head slammed into the hard floor. "Oh, my god. Are you alright?" The teen asked. "I'm fine", George responded as the teen and Kimberly helped him stand as staff concerned with legal liability looked on. Kimberly looked at George as she helped dust him off and said, "Come along." George looked at her. He did not feel compelled to follow her command. He rushed towards the exit. "Come back here!" Kimberly screeched to no avail. Kimberly tried to run after George, but Kimberly's heeled feet were no match for George's running prowess in his flat shoes. Kimberly lost sight of George as he disappeared into the vast crowd of people on the sidewalks before her. As George turned a corner, he ran square into the chest of a man. The man looked down at George with a smile. "Can I help you miss?" The man said as he offered his hand to help George stand. George thanked him as the man helped George to his feet. They exchanged pleasantries. George introduced himself and the man in turn identified himself as a Van Severin, a city high school teacher. Van asked, "Would you like to get a bite to eat?" "No. No. I just ate", George replied. "Oh, come along then", Van said. George felt obliged to obey. He realized that he was now forced by his programming to obey Van. He followed Van into the small eatery called Slim Slow Sliders that George knew was owned by an ex-major league pitcher. They entered the building and were lead towards a booth. As they reached it, Van said, "Sit." George complied. The waitress came by and asked if they wanted anything to drink? Van ordered a Coffee and George said he was not thirsty. The waitress looked at him and said with a smile, "Come on, you want something." George smiled back and said, "You're right. I'd like a coffee too." "Coming right up." Van looked at George and said, "You cave pretty easily to demands." George shrugged hoping Van would drop it. However, Van added, "Would you cave to mine?" George shook his head, which Van took as a playful sign. "Give me a smile", Van said. George complied. Van returned George's smile. Van then said, "Put your foot in my lap." George complied, striking Van in the testicles with the heel of his ballet flats. As Van writhed in pain, George continued to smile. It was the first time since he was ordered to smile, that he actually meant it. Van huffed and caught his breath as he clutched George's nylon encased ankle. George winced at the pressure being applied to his ankle, but the smile did not fully leave his face. He would soon crave the pressure on his ankle as Van proceeded to run his hands up and down George's leg. The feeling of the man's hands on his leg made George want to throw up, but Van was none the wiser. All he could see was the smile on George's face as his hand caressed George's slender, girlish leg. "Bark for me", Van said to test George's limits. George debased himself as he barked in public. The waitress came by and placed down the drinks. Van thanked her and George barked. George never felt so low. He had no control over himself and was humiliating himself in public. He cringed as those at other diner booths stared at him and shook their heads. The waitress raised an eyebrow at George and said, "I'll give you a few minutes more to order." "No. We're good. Right, Georgie?" Van asked. George nodded. Van ordered and the waitress asked, "Anything for you, miss?" George shook his head and the waitress did not ask a follow up question again. Van smiled at George. He had never met someone so obedient and loyal to him. He liked it. He looked George in the eyes and said, "I like your commitment to me. I've never met a girl who does whatever I ask her to." George barked again as it was the only response his programming would let him give. Van shook his head and said, "You may speak." "Oh, thank you!" George said calmly. "Kiss me", Van declared. George tried to fight it, but all he could do was scream inside his head, 'No. No. Stop. Don't do it', as his lips met Van's. Van pulled away and said, "You sweet thing. You might be the perfect girl." George squirmed in Van's eyes, and thought, 'Of course I seem perfect! I do everything you say!' Van fell silent and stroked George's leg until his meal came. As Van ate he asked, "Are you into role-play?' "No", George retorted with a smile that could not leave his face no matter how hard he tried to drop it. Van took it the no as a coy yes and said, "You do like role-play." "Yes", George was obliged to respond. "You want me over while you play, my little pet." "Yes", George replied with a smile again, despite wanting to throw up at Van's suggestions. "Your submissive streak, it's kind of seductive. I like seductive, baby. Act seductive for me", Van said. George put his head to the side almost leaning it on his shoulder. His eyes slowly met Van's exuberant stare. George's mind screamed to run as his body lingered seductively in Van's gaze. Van thought he had George figured out. He beckoned George closer to him. George leaned across the table and Van said, "You want my cock, don't you?" George was compelled to answer, "I want it more than anything. I want it in everyway." Van's eyes lit up as George's mind screamed, 'No. No. No!' Van reached his hand across the table as he finished chewing and caressed George's left hand. George's body reacted like it loved the feeling, while his mind told him that the whole thing should make him sick to the pit of his stomach. "Would you like to come back to my place?" Van asked. George shook his head slowly with a knowing smile, which was the only no he could muster given his orders. Van took it as another playful sign and said, "You're coming home with me." To which George obligatorily complied, "Yes, Van." "I need to be beside you. I know, you need it to." George nodded uncontrollably. Van stood up and sat beside George. Van moved his plate towards him and placed one arm around George as he continued to eat. Van finished eating and paid the check and led George out of the eatery. He took him to his apartment that was five blocks south of the eatery. Van opened his apartment door and led George inside. The door opened up into Van's living room and his eating area was visible as well. The room had brown walls and a beige carpet. It was spartanly adorned. The only thing on the walls was a Television. Van smiled at George and said, "My roommate's away for the week." George smiled back because he could not stop smiling since Van refused to give him the order allowing him to stop. He hoped he would soon because his face was starting to hurt. Van walked into the kitchen, leaving George in the living room. Van asked if George would like anything to drink. George said that he did not. Van opened a drink for himself and came out and sat on a chair at his breakfast table. "How are you feeling?" Van asked. "Fine", George responded. "Fine? You should be feeling good. Do you want a spanking, little girl?" George nearly shouted, "No." However, George's no was accompanied by a smile. That smile made Van sure that no meant yes. "You do want a spanking", Van shouted as his eyes grew. George almost shuddered in his glance, but his head nodded in affirmation to Van's question. "Then get over here and enjoy it", Van said. George walked towards him with a beaming smile still on his face. "Drop that smile, little girl", Van declared as he rubbed his lap and patted it. George's broad smile from the restaurant was reduced to a coy smile at Van as he replied, "Oh, spank me daddy. I've been a bad girl." Van beckoned George over his knee. George situated himself on his lap and Van raised his hand and swatted George on his rear. "Harder, daddy", George replied with a lisp. George wanted to cry. Not from pain, but from the humiliation of being spanked by a guy. The thought of what was happening to him made him sick. How would he ever be able to look at himself the same in the mirror again, he wondered. Van finished swatting him, and said, "Get up." George complied. Van decided to throw George a curve, "Maybe we should swap roles?" George nodded. If he was going to be debased, he figured he should at least have as much control as possible. Van seizing upon George's acceptance of his offer, proclaimed, "I like women that are powerful." George's gaze was fixed upon Van, but his brain was left to wonder what Van meant. Van walked towards the bedroom and stood before the door. He called George into his bedroom. As George stood before him, Van pleaded, "Treat me bad, Mistress. I've been a bad boy." Van approached George and went to speak again, but George leapt towards him and put his finger to his lips. George pulled him into the bedroom. Van's heart raced as they made their way towards the bed. George pushed him onto the bed and Van began to undo his belt. As he slipped it off, he saw George standing beside him with masking tape that he taken off of the counter. George leapt upon him and wrapped Van's wrists and hands with it. Van smiled since he enjoyed the feeling of being bound. Van went to thank George but George pushed Van's face into the bed. George let him up and placed a piece of tape across Van's mouth. Van moaned with pleasure. George looked around and saw the yard stick hanging off of Van's dresser. George clutched it and looked and looked at Van. "So, darling. You big, bad teacher with a yard stick. You want to play rough. I'll play rough with you, little boy. And judging from your boner, I should say real little." Van moaned in delight at George's humiliating declarations. George continued as he raised the yard stick in the air, "We'll right now, you're my little, school boy." Van winced as he felt the stick strike him on the side. "You've been a bad boy, and Mistress needs to spank you", George said in a callous tone Van sat motionless with eyes wide with terror muffling something into the tape covering his mouth until George struck him again. Van rolled off the bed and forced himself to stand with some difficulty. He tried to pull the tape off his mouth, but his taped fingers lacked enough motion to do so quickly. George looked at him and yelled, "Oh, so you want me to strike you in the balls instead. You'll be a eunuch when I'm through with you." Van did not respond. He simply ran towards the door, whimpering. He went into the bathroom and managed to close the door to it behind him. He slumped against the door, hoping to keep George from getting in. "Get back here, you little bitch!" George screamed. Van was finally able to pull the tape off his mouth and shouted, "Please, stop. Don't speak." George smiled for a second as he put down the yardstick. He saw 30 dollars on the dresser, and he clutched it. He moved out of the bedroom and into the living room. He opened the window and climbed out onto the fire escape. He pushed down the ladder and descended the fire escape. George ran down the street, the breeze ran up his dress. He hailed the first cab he saw. He climbed in and the cabbie turned to face him. "Hello, miss. Where are we going?" The cabbie asked. George pointed to his mouth in silence. "You can't speak, miss?" The cabbie asked. George nodded. "What are you deaf and reading lips?" The cabbie asked. George nodded to move the process along and raised two fingers. "Two words?" The cabbie asked. George nodded once more. "Get out", the cabbie responded. George sat up straight and moved his head back slightly in a jerking motion before he felt compelled to follow the cabbies to exit. The cabbie pulled away as George stood on the sidewalk. As he looked up at the building he escaped from, he saw Van moving towards the window. George rushed down the street. He was determined to get out of ear shot of Van's voice. He thought he heard him, but was relieved when a large bus drove by and drowned out what was possibly Van's voice. As George ran down the street, most people barely noticed him. One guy gave him a suggestive look, but did not say a word. As George rushed on, he saw a brown haired girl giving him a concerned look. She read the distressed look on George's face and decided to ask, "What's wrong, miss?" The woman's accent was foreign to George's ears. George tried to respond, but he could not. George simply shook his head. "I can't help, if you don't speak." George continued to shake as she boxed his shoulder with her hands. "Speak, damn it!" The woman shouted. "I need to get away." "I'll go with you", the woman said. The woman escorted George down the blocks. As they walked she asked, "So what's your name?" "Georg...ie" "Hello, Georgie. I'm Sarah." "Nice to meet you." "Can you tell me what you're running from?" "A very perverted guy!" Sarah looked concerned. "Well, men are all perverted. Was he the real bad kind...?" "Yes." "Was it rape?" "Close to it." "Thank god, you got away. Let's take you to the police. Do you know where..." "No. I don't want to talk to the cops", George retorted. "But why?" "It wouldn't stand up in court, so it's a waste of time." "Oh", Sarah responded. She then continued, "Don't let him get away with it because you feel something for him. If that's the way he treats, stop loving him, because he doesn't love you." George smiled as his feelings of physical desire for Van were gone with Sarah's words. There was silence between them, which Sarah broke by asking, "I'm looking for Second and 33rd, do you know where that is?" George looked up at the street sign and gave her directions. Sarah thanked him and asked, "Can you come with me?" "I could, but I...." "Come on..." Sarah said in a drawn out voice. "Okay", George replied. Sarah smiled, happy that she would finally have someone to talk to. "So where are we going?" George asked. Sarah hemmed and hawed before she finally admitted, "I'm going for a psychic reading." "A psychic reading?" George said with a laugh. "Yes, I know. No one takes it seriously but me." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." "It's okay. I'm not one for taking other's judgments too seriously." "That's good, but how did you get so thick skinned? "I moved thousands of miles away from my family and became a phone sex operator." "Uh, huh", George replied slowly in a soft tone. "That doesn't offend you? Does it?" "No. It doesn't bother me any. It's a living. I guess." "Yes. How about you what do you do?" Sarah asked to change the subject. George said, "I work for the power authority." "Really?" Sarah asked in near astonishment. "Yes, a lot of girls do", George countered trying to understand why she was shocked. "That's a manly..." "There are plenty of women...." "I know. I know. It's just that it would be odd where I'm from", Sarah responded. "Where exactly is that?" George asked. "We're here", Sarah answered ignoring his question. They walked into the small shop that rested along the avenue. As they entered, George saw a large sign calling the place Astral Weeks with Readings by Miss Cleomili. A young woman exited from a room and walked out the door. Another young woman came and met them at the reception desk. "Hello, are you Sarah Fitzroy?" "Yes, I am." "Well, then go on in. Miss Cleomili's expecting you." Sarah turned and said to George with bated breath, "Did you hear that? She's expecting me." "Did you make an appointment?" "Yes", Sarah responded. George put his arms out to the side with his palms facing the ceiling and bent a little. Sarah shrugged and followed the young woman into the room. George followed her in. The two sat silently and looked around the windowless black painted walls and awaited Miss Cleomili." The psychic entered the room and said loudly, "I am Miss Cleomili, the great and knowing." The psychic looked at George and in a thick Jamaican accent said, "I sense that are you have gone under a severe identity change recently." "Yes, but we are here for her. Not for me", George said as he pointed at Sarah. "Of course, dear. I knew that." She then turned to Sarah and said, "Give me your hands now, child." Sarah complied with her request. As the psychic held her hands, she asked Sarah, "So what do you want to know?" "I'm looking for how to get my white's their brightest." George looked at Sarah sideways. "That's not really the way we do things here. Don't you want to know about your husband to be, your...." "No, just how to get my white's their brightest." The physic shook her head and said, "This is not the kind of question....." "You're in tune with the dead, right?" Sarah asked. "Of course, child." "There's like billions of them. One of them has to have a good way of doing it." "Wait. I'm getting something. Your grandmother is telling to consult a launderer." "Thanks, Nana." George rolled his eyes at the psychic's declaration and Sarah's response. Miss Cleomili noticed it and said, "You don't believe in my powers, do you child?" "No." "That's because there be sin in your heart. You be full of it." "Look one of us is full of something, and it ain't me and it ain't sin!" "Boom, swa, he, ossh", the psychic countered as she waved her hands around violently. "And that's..." George said slowly before being interrupted by Miss Cleomili. "That's a curse. You'll never find love with a man again." "Oh, no. Whatever shall I do now that no man will ever place anything inside of me? What will become of me?", George said in mock horror while clutching at his heart. "Curses are not to be taken lightly!" George countered by saying, "You said, I'll never find love with a man again. I never found love once with a man before so..." "I knew that it was just...." "You don't know anything!" The psychic shrieked, "Your love of men, will not recipra..." "I love women!" George shouted. The statement froze the psychic. Sarah jaw dropped a little. The psychic looked George in the eyes and said, "Jesus, save. He can cure you of your sinful passions." George moved away from the psychic and asked, "Would you like to get eaten out?" Miss Cleomili grimaced and shouted in a decidedly Midwestern accent, "Female sodomite!" as Sarah pulled George away from her. "That doesn't make sense", George retorted. "You wicked tempter, whore", George heard the psychic calling him as she dropped back into her Jamaican accent while Sarah pulled him through the doorway. "Why did you do that?" Sarah asked as they stepped into the reception area. "I thought if she had nothing better to do than try to pick up gays for Christ, I figured she needed some loving", George replied as he opened the door. As they exited the building, George looked around and spotted Kimberly. He tried to put his head down, but she recognized him. She ran towards him, George turned and faced Sarah and said, "It was nice meeting, but I have to run." George took off down the street, with Kimberly running not to far behind him. Sarah observed it with a raised eyebrow and wondered, 'Maybe the fortune teller was right about her.' As she closed in upon him, George saw a manhole. He struggled to lift the cover with his weakened arms, but was successful. He closed it and climbed down into the sewer. George raced through the storm water that dampened his tights and squished in his shoes. He heard something behind him as he came towards another manhole. The creature's showed themselves in the lights coming through the sewer grates. "Ahhhhh, C.H.U.D.S.!" George screamed as he jumped onto the steps below the manhole and pulled himself out of it. George slammed down the cover and started to race towards the only exit out of the alley. As he moved towards its exit, Kimberly appeared on the curb the alley exited on. "George, come with me. We'll fix you." "No! You'll just enslave me and try to get me rapped. I'm done with that." "George, me and Morris are your only hope of returning to your old life." George nodded because he knew she was right. There was no real escape for him. With a hint of resignation took slow steps towards Kimberly. Kimberly put her arm around him and led him into the subway. They boarded a subway train bound for a station four blocks from the lab. They were silent on their ride. They only looked at each other when a homeless man seated next to them turned and said to George, "Oh, Jesus, you smell like cat pee and sewer water." Kimberly and George looked at each other for a moment, before the homeless man stood up waving his hand in front of his face and walked away. Kimberly and George exited the train and the subway station and headed down the street towards the lab. Morris met them at the lab. Morris led them all into the lab room. "So, George, how was your day on the run?" "Horrible!" "Why horrible?" "How could it not be? I couldn't control myself. Some guy figured it out and spanked me!" "You got spanked by a guy", Kimberly shouted with a cackle. Morris grinned and stared down at the floor. George continued, "Yes, thanks. Then get this, the guy asked me to try treat him like a bad boy. I tied him up, gagged him and hit him with a stick." Morris laughed at George saying, "You loved him the way young lovers do." "No. I was loving him the way that long time married couples desperate for a continued sexual rush in their sex life do." "Kinky, boy", Kimberly said, not being able to thwart her urge to interject. "He is! Not me! That scum. He made me bark like to dog in a restaurant to please him. He only thought of himself. Anyway, I got out of there by stealing some money from him and escaping onto the fire escape. Then I run into this chick. Kind of odd, kind of nice. Not a bad person. She decides to be nice and asks about why I seemed distressed. I tell her, we end up talking and end up going with her to the psychic. She's all trying to pretend she's some sort of clairvoyant, medium, fortuneteller Jamaican gypsy whatever. I call her out on her bullshit and she puts a curse on me." "A curse?" Morris asked with a smile. "Yes. A curse. She said that no man will ever have romantic feelings for me", George answered while rolling his eyes. "That must terrify you", Kimberly said. "Oh, yes. I'm horrified", George responded while shaking his head. George then continued, "So I mock her curse, and she calls me a lesbian." "The nerve", Kimberly shouted with a smile. "I've been called worse. She then says Jesus can cure me of homosexuality! So I asked if she wanted me to perform oral sex on her. Then I left pretty quickly after that, and then ended up seeing you", George said as he turned towards Kimberly. Kimberly put her hands on her hips and George continued, "So I run away from you and try to escape through the sewer, but of course what are down there..." "Alligators?" Kimberly asked with a smile. "I wish! C.H.U.D.'s! I hate those damn cannibalistic humanoid underground dwellers. I hope they all die by getting gassed some how." "Cannibalistic humanoid underground dwellers? What the hell is he talking about?" Kimberly asked Morris. "Nothing." "But..." "I said, he said nothing about any humanoid entity leaving beneath the streets. They don't..." "But he just...." "They don't exist!" Morris shouted defensively. Kimberly took a deep breath and looked at the floor before she changed the subject by asking, "So Morris what do you think of George's day out?" "I think he suffered enough", Morris said insincerely as he secretly hoped George would not add his eye witness account of the C.H.U.D.'s to the other derelicts that increasingly claimed to have seen them and were spreading their legend. He was still angry at George, but his loyalty to his job meant keeping the C.H.U.D. disclosure to a minimum, lest the government sanction the lab for the E.P.A. violations that helped create them. "I agree", Kimberly added. "Then we are agreed, he's learned his lesson", Morris said quickly, in a higher than normal voice. George and Kimberly looked at Morris for a brief moment before George walked over to the slab. George climbed on top of the slab and waited for the slab to move back towards the machine. A few moments later, it did. George looked at the mirror on the machine's interior ceiling before the machine shrunk slightly around him. George stared at his reflection in the mirror before the machine opened and the slab moved out of it. George sat up and stared at Morris and Kimberly. "So what have we learned?" Kimberly asked. "Men are self-centered dicks!" George shouted. "And...", Kimberly said. "When your sister's in labor you shouldn't put her on a TV game show", George said with a hint of resignation. "Okay, at least you learned something", Morris said.