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Sonny Boy By Cheryl Lynn This is forced feminine fiction of the brutal kind and not for the squeamish. This story may be downloaded for personal use only any other use is strictly prohibited by the author without permission. In no way should any of this story occur in real life or be construed as real life. As you have been warned, adverse comments regarding the treatment or situations involved with the characters are not welcome. Comments on plot development and structure may be sent to [email protected]. Sonny Boy It was a good day for a funeral that is if any day could be a good day under the circumstances. A light drizzle of rain drops mixed with a foggy mist filled the air at the cemetery--typical weather for late spring. The weather fit the mood of those assembled as the coffin was lowered into the ground. Peyton was thankful that the rain disguised his flowing tears. He was all boy...well almost a man... and men did not cry. Losing his father hurt all the way deep down into his very soul; yet, he was ashamed of shedding tears. He knew that his father would certainly disapprove. Jack Murphy, his father, held a firm belief that men were men and women, well, they had their useful place. He had been hard on his only sibling Peyton. He did his best to make his son into his image but unfortunately had little to work with. Shooting skeet and running the pistol range was a loved hobby they enjoyed together. Peyton's size didn't stop him from being very good at this sport. It was the one thing Peyton looked forward to each month. They would get to the range at mid-morning, shoot a couple of boxes of shells at the clay targets as they zoomed overhead, have lunch, then run the city mark-up pistol range shooting bad guys as they popped out of windows and doorways. He easily held his own during these outings and often beat his Dad in scoring. Peyton inherited his mother's physique and aqua green eyes but he had his father's thick raven black hair. Due to the genetics, Peyton would never reach his father's six foot height or 285 pounds of muscle. No, he would do good to reach five foot eight and 165 pounds but he was still far from that goal. With Jack's encouragement, he tried out for football, baseball and basketball but couldn't make any team. However, he was a good swimmer, long-distance runner and bicyclist. He made and lettered on the school's track team. Winning his letter at least eased his father's criticism somewhat. No matter how hard he tried, he just could not satisfy his father's expectations. That did not make his loss any easier. Another tear washed down his cheek as he remembered the last conversation he had with his dad. "Peyton, I just don't understand it. I feed you tons of food, send you to the gym and still you don't gain an ounce of muscle. You need to bulk up like a man and stop that sissy running and swimming. Get your ass on the weight machines and bulk up. When school starts up next year, I want you strong enough to make the football team like I did when I was your age," he had told him before going off to work. Peyton didn't have the chance to explain how much he enjoyed running and swimming. He hated the weight machines at the gym mainly because the trainer kept hitting on him. The trainer kept calling him things like, "pretty eyes," "sweet thing," and "pansy." He also kept touching him on his arms, shoulders and even patted him on the butt. Peyton couldn't prove any of this as the trainer always did it when no one else was around or close enough to hear. He shook his head, sending rivulets of water running down his face, "I should have told him..." he thought. He was pulled from his thoughts as his step-mother grabbed his shoulder in a vice like grip. Her sharp nails painfully digging into his shoulder. "Come on! We need to get out of this rain," she ordered. "But.....but the...the burial isn't finished yet," he protested. "No buts...he's buried or soon will be. I want to get out of this rain and stinking black wet dress as soon as I can. So move it or I'll tan your hide," she barked. Peyton wanted to balk but knew that he didn't have the strength to do so. His step-mother was bigger than he and probably stronger. He certainly didn't like her but she was still his step-mother. In the past, he had his friends and dad to mess around with so he didn't spend hardly any time with her. What time he did spend around her was never pleasant and they just tolerated each other. Gwendolyn or Gwen, as she preferred to be called, was from the outside your typical trophy wife. Tall, almost five eleven, slim with the best "C+" cup breasts money could buy, long blond hair and deep penetrating ebony eyes. On the inside, she was smarter than average, vindictive, petty and cruel when she wanted to be. She was use to getting her way using her feminine wiles and, if necessary, other means. She was not averse to doing anything that would advance her agenda. She detested Peyton but could do nothing while Jack was alive. Fortunately, she did not have to spend any real time with the boy. He had his father but now she was stuck with the little prick. To make matters worse, Jack saw to it that Peyton would receive the bulk of the estate provided he proved to be man enough. "Damn him! That SOB practically leaving everything to that shit head of a son of his. Not only that but I have to finish raising him or lose the fucking child support and half of my share. Fuck that! Grow up to be a man! HA! Give the little woman nada will he! I'll find someway to get back at that two-timing SOB," she thought when the will had been read earlier that week. Over the next several days, Gwen studied her late husband's will until she could almost recite every line. The line that stood out like a beacon was her out. It was a way for her to keep all the money, the house, the beach house and everything else. Peyton would only get his inheritance when he reached his majority and convinced the lawyers that he was a man. According to the lawyers, genetics played little part in the definition but the manner of dress, attitudes and manly persuasion did. That definition gave her an idea and that idea soon went into action. First she had to find someone to do her dirty work. The job would require a rare professional who would not be easily found. It took over two weeks and telephone calls to get the right person. Once those details were covered completely, Gwen had to get involved. As much as it was distasteful to her, she convinced Peyton to let her get exact measurements of his body so she could get him a new summer wardrobe. That meant that he had to strip to his shorts and allow her to touch him all over. Something they both hated but the measurements were recorded. Until the last day of school Peyton had very little contact with Gwen. She surprised him as he was getting ready for his last day of classes. "Peyton, I've decided that we will be going away for the summer. An old friend of mine has a house in the Colorado Mountains and you are going. So if you had any plans for the summer best tell your friends," she stated. "Since when did you ever want to take me anywhere? Besides, I'd rather not go. I'll just stay here or arrange to stay with one of my friends," he retorted somewhat angrily. "Don't be ridiculous Peyton. I'm responsible for you and I will not allow you to stay here alone or with your friends. I'll have your bags packed for you. The plane leaves at six, so come right home. Now don't give me any sass," Gwen stated. As soon as Peyton was out the door, Gwen picked up the telephone. "Hi, it's me, yes we're all set. The plane arrives at seven in Denver, Gate seventeen. Do you have any questions about what has to be done? Everything set? You have all that you needed? Great! Then I will leave him with you for the summer. I look forward to seeing the results of your training methods, bye." Ooo The three hour flight was boring and Peyton was tired after his long day. When he rose to use the bathroom, Gwen poured the contents of a capsule into his soft drink. He was so tired he didn't object when Gwen took him by the hand as they entered the airport proper, passed baggage claim and outside. The crisp cold air brought him out of his stupor long enough to see a black SUV and the woman standing by the open passenger door. She was stocky of build, black hair streaked with lots of grey cut short wearing tan slacks, blue felt long-sleeved shirt, brown leather jacket and wearing hiking boots. He felt himself being buckled into the back seat. "Wh...wha..whas go.. going on?" he muttered as the door was shut. He didn't remember anything about the ride or anything else until a bright light brought him out of his slumber. As his eyes fluttered open, he found himself in a bright white painted room with two doors. There were no windows or other furnishings to be seen. Sitting up he found himself shackled to the hospital type bed railing. "Whaaaat the fuck! Where the hell am I," he thought. Pulling at his restrained right wrist didn't accomplish anything. "What's going on? Am I in a hospital? I don't remember jack about getting here but I'm sure that bitch has something to do with it. Oh shit! I'm naked," he mumbled as he became fully aware. The door directly in front of his bed opened. A stocky built woman and an ape of a man walked into the room. She had black hair streaked with white, wore a man's felt black and red checked long-sleeved shirt, faded blue jeans and brown hiking boots. Her face and expression could only be described as angry and mean. The big man behind her was well over six toot and at least three hundred pounds and wearing black bib over-alls. He had a blank expression on his face and was carrying something draped over his arm. "Good you're awake. It's time to get you fixed so you can start your new life sonny boy. Jeb you get that cuff off him and make sure he don't do something stupid," she barked as she approached the bed. Jeb did as he was told and pulled the naked boy from the bed. Peyton did his best to pull away but Jeb's grip was too strong. "Wha...what's going on? I want out of this place!" Peyton yelled. His defiance was met with a strong slap across his face by the woman. "Shut your trap sonny boy. I give the orders around here and any resistance or disobedience will be punished. So there's no misunderstanding let me give you an example," she said. She had Jeb bend him over the bed and in short order began pounding his bare butt with a leather paddle. Soon his backside was bright red and tears were flooding down Peyton's cheeks. After what seemed forever, the pounding stopped. "Alright sonny boy, have you had enough or do I need to demonstrate what I'm capable of some more? All I want to hear out of your pie hole is a 'yes madam'. Don't you ever think of saying no to one of my orders or you won't sit down for a month of Sundays. Understood?" she screamed in his face. "Y...ye...yes.....yes madam," he managed through his tears. "Good, now that you're cooperating, I'm going to tell you what I'm gonna do so there is no misunderstandings in the future. First, I'm gonna put you into this orthopedic corset. It's made of canvas and don't stretch one little bit. It will cover your upper body and has two adjustable stiffening structures. There's one in front and one in the back. They are inflatable tubes and between the tubes are vertical spiral steel bones. As time passes, I can inflate those tubes to add more pressure and stiffness. There is also an inflatable bag that goes up against your abdominal cavity. That bag will also be inflated over time to push your internal organs where we want them. It'll give you a smaller waist and shrink your stomach some. This corset extends from the top of your sternum down to your pubes. The shoulder straps are wide, padded and adjustable so we can lower the slope of your arms. It also has a chin and nape collar support which can be adjusted with a steel rod lengthening your neck to swan like grace. Now, what this here thing is going to do is change your spine and rib cage over a period of three months. Your waist will come in at least 8 inches by the time we're thru and your body will take on the classic "S" shape of a woman," she said with evident pleasure. Peyton stood with his mouth hanging open as the woman explained what she was going to do to him. As she paused to gloat in his face, he reacted automatically. He spit into her face while at the same time, twisting and squirming, shouted out that he wasn't going to let that happen. He was almost successful. One freed hand landed hard aside Jeb's jaw which felt like hitting a brick wall and his foot connected with the woman's right shin. Jeb still had a strong hold of Peyton's left hand and pulled hard sending him across the room. He hit the wall with a dull thud and collapsed stunned to the floor. Dazed his ears ringing, he could only sit trying to focus his eyes. He didn't have the power to resist anymore as the woman stung his backside with the paddle. Once again, Peyton shed a fountain of tears- tears of both pain and defeat. When the spanking stopped, he was dragged through the other door which led to a large bathroom. He was left on the floor while the woman went into a storage closet and pulled out a large red enema bag and other items. As she did that, Jeb began filling the tub with hot water and very floral bath oil. It took awhile before Peyton was standing, naked, cleaned both inside and out without a single hair on his torso. In a daze he stood meekly as they messaged floral scented oils and cr?mes into every inch of his exposed skin. They finished by dusting him in a fine layer of floral talc. When they had finished that task, Peyton was bent over at the waist. The woman worked a large dollop of lubricant into his exposed anus. Smiling ear to ear she showed him what she planned on using next. It was a large bright violet butt plug made of some kind of jelly like material with wires and tubes hanging out the base. "For disobeying and kicking me sonny boy, you're gonna pay. This here is expandable and vibrates like crazy. By the time I pull it out, your ass hole will look just like a fucking pussy and crave to be stuffed all the time. Like I said, no one disobeys me without paying the price," she sneered. Jeb held him immobile while the woman carefully fitted the corset to his body. Once strapped and laced into this cocoon, the air bladders were pumped full making the garment unyielding until he thought his bones were going to pop. His arms were then attached by 3 inch long steel chains at the elbow to the corset. Next, she bent down on her knees and pulled an elastic strap tightly between his legs after pushing his testicles back up inside his body cavity. A sheath had been pulled over his penis that had a tube attached to the end so that he could pee while sitting. As a finale, she fitted a pair of four inch high stiletto heeled pointed toed pumps in a red patent leather to his feet and locked the ankle straps. The shoes were connected at the left toe and right heel by a thin 8 inch long steel chain. The shoes were one size too small. If he hadn't been held upright by Jeb's strong hands, Peyton would have collapsed. The intense pressure on his upper body, shoulders, neck and crotch were more than he could stand. The corset forced him to stand stiffly erect, his butt and chest out and the abdominal bag forced him to breath shallowly from his diaphragm. He could barely move much less think about running away. "You are going to hurt like hell the first month sonny boy until your body starts to adapt. If you're good and do as you are told, I just might be persuaded to give you some pills for the pain. Your body is young and adaptable so there aint gonna be any damage to your health. Exercise daily, read and study hard and you and me, sonny boy, will get along just fine. You give me or Jeb any shit....well I guess you can figure that one out for yourself. Now do you want one of my pain pills are would you rather fight me," she stated holding two pills in her palm. "Th....the pi....ills ...pills please....madam..." he managed to gasp. "Glad to see you want to cooperate sonny boy. After you take your pills, I'm going to have Jeb here help you walk around the room for a bit. It'll be easier if you walk one foot in front of the other and sway the hips some. Keep the elbows in...not that you will have much freedom to move 'em around. Those chains connected to the shoes and elbows will limit your movements. By the time that corset comes off, your body will automatically move the way we want it too. You need to get use to those heels and exercise will help your body adjust that much quicker. Now one last thing, your corset will be removed and changed once each day after your morning bath and rub down. Don't get your hopes up sonny boy. Me and Jeb will be with you during that time. If it was up to me, I'd just keep you in that thing until it rotted off. However, your skin needs to be aired and pampered to prevent pressure sores and the corset needs time to dry out," she informed him. True to her word the woman kept him supplied with enough pain pills to dull the pain but not enough to kill it. Peyton was in agony twenty- four seven. Each morning, the corset was removed along with the shoes and he was given a good cleansing both inside and out. After the bath, he was messaged with fragrant oils and cr?mes then dusted with floral talc. He was told that the cr?mes would soften the skin and, in time, destroys all the hair follicles. The first month, he was like a limp dish rag once the corset was removed and it took the efforts of Jeb's strength just to move him about. He spent most of that first month lying in bed feeling the pressure crushing every bone in his body. Every couple of hours Jeb would come in and help him walk in mindless circles. When he wasn't walking there were things for him to read. He didn't like any of the material given to him but he read them with enthusiasm. The first time when he tossed the "Cosmopolitan" from the bed was the last. No pain pills for that day and he learned to not only read every word and advertisement but to make copious notes as well. Fashion, teen idol, housekeeping, bridal and other feminine magazines along with romance novels filled his idle moments. By the end of the first month, pages and pages written in an ever more flowing and cursive script were piled beside his bed. All had been written enthusiastically with attention to detail. It just took some inspiration like the withholding of his pain pills. Additional enthusiasm was induced by his butt plug being inflated some more and the vibrator turned on. That first month was indeed pure hell for him. The only relief came during his morning bath but even that was an ordeal. A day didn't pass that he didn't beg for the hated corset to be taken away. He promised anything and everything if Madam would not put it back on. All he received was a harsh, "Sonny boy, aint nothing you got can stop me from doing this. So shut the fuck up!" He didn't see much of her except bath times and occasionally during the day. He burned everything about her into his memory vowing to never forget this evil woman. He didn't know how or where but some day he was going to get his vengeance. He just hoped that he would live long enough to do so. The real question without an answer, no matter how hard he thought about it, was why. Why had he been taken by this woman, why did she treat him so badly and above all why was she determined to change his body? He didn't connect his step-mother with what was happening simply because he didn't remember much of anything after getting off the airplane. He often wondered what role she might have played, if any, and what happened to her. Was she looking for him, was she dead or was she in some other room being treated like he was. Yet there was a nagging notion in the back of his mind that said she was responsible for all his misery. Questions without answers and there were so many of them. The pain and pills made his thinking foggy but he knew that someday he would have answers and then he could take his retribution. It was the thought of retribution that keep him going from one miserable day until the next. Changes were made to his routine at the beginning of the second month. Madam added more air; further stiffing the corset and abdominal bag and his neck brace was extended. His diet was changed from mostly a soft liquid one to more solid fair. Instead of a weekly shave, Madam began laser treatments on his face, twice daily injections in his exposed thigh and more pain. This time the pain came from his nipples. She had placed some weird cylinder shaped contraptions over each of his nipples with a small tube coming out the end. Madam then attached a bulb device to the tube and squeezing it tight, turned a valve and released it. Peyton felt his nipple sucked up into the cylinder. As the nipple flesh was pulled up he could feel little pin prick sensations. When she had finished both nipples, they were pulled painfully tight from his body. Once a week, she would change out the cylinders with longer and fatter ones bringing new pain. The dull throbbing ache of his nipples was almost as bad as the pressure on his torso and feet. By the end of the second month, the pain seemed less pervasive than before and the number of pain pills dropped to two a day. He could walk unassisted around his small room. Granted, he walked with a pronounced swish and flapping arms but with no mirrors he could not see himself. Chin up, chest out, butt wiggling sassily, arms in with hands loose at the wrists, bending at the knees to pick something up all came naturally now. As he moved, he could feel the butt plug working away at his prostrate. To his horror and discomfort, Peyton found his penis trying without success to harden. By the time his exercise session was over there would be a clear sticky liquid running down his thigh. By the start of the third month Peyton knew that his body was significantly changed. What brief glimpses he got of his body during his bathing ritual filled him with horror. His skin was alabaster white, smooth, hairless and soft. His upper torso and hips flared dramatically due to his constricted waist. His breasts and especially his nipples were puffed and swollen. Too make matters worse; he had lost a lot of weight. The weight he lost had been muscle and he appeared weak and delicate. Back in his corset, the air pump was attached and the corset stiffened to maximum. Madam adjusted the chin and nape harness up another notch as well. Back in his room, she attached even longer and thicker nipple extenders to his chest. This time she explained what they were and that on the inside of each cylinder there were little barbs to hold the flesh in place. She took particular pleasure in telling him that soon his nipples would be an inch long and half and inch thick. Then as his first pain pill of the day kicked in, she placed a plastic mold over his lips and secured it to his face. Taking a syringe, she carefully slid the needle through small holes in the form and injected fluid into his lips. Once the lips fitted the mold, she sat back with a broad smile and said, "There, that'll fix you up sonny boy. Just a little something extra I thought I'd give your for being so cooperative. Gonna keep you in la-la land for the rest of the day. Don't want you messing with that mold or lips until morning. Enjoy your rest, cause tomorrow you're gonna be busy. It wasn't until late the next morning before Peyton was truly awake. Besides the aches and pains, he noticed something new in the room. It was a white gold trimmed lighted vanity table with a pink satin covered stool. On top of the vanity were piles of cosmetics, brushes, tissues and assorted containers. He also noticed a portable hairdryer with blue flowered bonnet and a pink plastic box filled with curlers. "Whaaa....t the fuck?" he mumbled as he sat up. He shook his head thinking that he was seeing things but the vanity and its contents were still there. Jeb came in with his breakfast of scrambled egg whites, dry whole wheat toast, six strawberries and glass of orange juice. As much as Peyton tried to get Jeb to tell him what was going on, he remained silent. As long as he had been held captive, Peyton couldn't remember more than three or four words ever spoken by Jeb. His silence was nothing unexpected but he wanted to know what was going on. That question was answered when Madam entered the room. "Alright sonny boy, it's time for you to put to use some of that book learning you been reading. I'm going to unshackle you, so don't give me any cause to call Jeb back in here. You get yourself over to that there vanity and start putting on some makeup and fix your hair. Everything you need is on that table and when I come back I had better see some results," she ordered. "Wh...why do I have to do that? That's for girls.....er...ahhh...my lips? They are all puffy. What did you do to my lips?" He said as his fingers felt across his thickened pouting lips. "Hahahaha, just a little something extra that I thought would be a nice enhancement. Hope you like 'em? Now get your ass over to that vanity and get to work. There's a couple of them how to books if you have any problems. Like I said, do a good job and I won't have to do any more little something extras to you," she sneered just daring him to do something. If nothing else, Peyton had learned not to cross her and he certainly didn't want any more of her enhancements. "Yes, Madam," he responded sadly. "Yeah, sonny boy almost forgot. Now that you are going to be all prettied up, you'll need to study this," she said handing him a book. "A Girl's Sexual Guide to Making Him Happy." "Like the rest of those magazines, you read it but I want to see really good notes on this one. Real enthusiasm this time and to help you visualize it, you can study these," she ordered tossing several gay men's periodicals in his lap. "You'll find a pair of blunted scissors on the table so you can cut out some of those pictures to paste with your notes. Too help you learn how to really please a man, you'll be practicing on this every night from now on," she added handing him a life like eight inch long pink dildo. He spent most of his time at the vanity practicing makeup applications and styling his now long hair. Before his capture, his hair was almost to his shoulders and now it was several inches longer. He cringed every time he opened his new study materials but there was no alternative. When he wasn't doing that, he was practicing his walk, sitting, stooping and hand movements. The only difference now was that he could get glimpses of himself in the vanity's mirror. What he saw reflected back embarrassed the hell out of him. He looked like a prancing fairy with a prominent butt, very narrow waist and small breasts. The vision brought tears to his eyes, smearing his mascara, and his emotions bounced all over the place. Crying jags and emotional ups and downs were becoming all too common place for him. He had never behaved that way in the past. The last time he remembered ever crying was at his Father's funeral. Men did not cry but he was doing so almost every day now. It was his strong desire for vengeance and retribution that kept him going. "One day I'm going to get you bitch," he kept thinking. He was sound asleep when he was awoken by a loud "BLAM." The sound was quickly followed up by several more loud bangs and the noise of doors crashing in. He sat up straight in bed when his door came crashing in, his heart beating a thousand beats a second. With eyes as big as saucers, he watched as two men dressed all in black with full hoods, night vision and combat boots entered the room. "You Peyton?" the one in the lead asked. "Ye.....eah......th....that's me," he managed to stammer. "Alright kid, stay calm while I cut this chain off your wrist. We're here to rescue you," the man stated. As the shackle was removed Peyton felt a prick in his other arm. He was lifted up into the man's arms and a blanket thrown over him. He couldn't see what was happening but he knew that he was now safe. Safe and soon he would get his revenge or so he thought. "Let's go, we have the kid," he heard the man say. They were moving at a fast pace when there was a bright flash and loud BLAM that made his ears ring. He thought he heard someone say, "Damn flash bangs" as he started to get sleepy. The last thing he remembered was being put into the backseat of a vehicle and then nothing. Ooo "Whe....where am I?" Peyton mumbled as he rubbed his eyes removing the stickiness of sleep. "Oh Peyton I am so glad you are awake and safely back home. I can't tell you how worried I was about you," he heard his step-mother's voice as he opened his eyes. "You poor dear, what she did to your body is shameful but don't you worry, we'll do everything possible to bring her....I mean them to justice," she finished. "You know who kidnapped me? What happened? How did I get here? Did they get them?" Peyton gasped out as he became fully awake. "Shhhhhs Peyton, calm down dear, we'll get to that later. Right now you need to relax. Here drink this, I'm sure you are thirsty," Gwen said. Peyton took the cold glass of water and drank it down with relish. Handing the glass back, he looked around the room. It wasn't exactly his old room but looked familiar. The walls were painted a soft pink with white borders; pinkish-orange colored chiffon curtains covered the window. The furnishings were a bit feminine but not overly so and his old posters were on the walls. "Please open the drapes. I want to see the outside. I want to go outside. I can't remember the last time I saw the sun or felt the wind. Let me up, I want to go outside," he said a little panicky. He tried to jump out of the bed but someone grabbed his shoulders and held him down. "Wha...." He started to say but was stopped by Gwen. "Peyton! Settle down, you're not ready to move around just yet. Relax and I will explain everything," she loudly commanded. He felt too weak and tired to protest and allowed himself to settle back into his bedding. Letting out a sigh, he rested his head on the pillow. It was then that he realized he was only wearing some kind of hospital gown and what felt like a diaper. "I can move! That damn corset is off! Oh my, it feels so good to be out of that contraption but why am I wearing a diaper," he said softly. "Yes, it is off.....but Peyton it really changed your body. I'm afraid that the doctors said the effects are permanent.....but you are in good health. The diaper is just temporary. We didn't know how long you would be out," she hastily said seeing the look on his face. "Permanent? What did that bitch do to me?" he screamed knowing deep down what was coming. Your bone structure was altered. Your pelvis was pushed out, your shoulders sloped and your rib cage altered such that you have the skeletal features of a woman. Your neck was also stretched to make it longer and thinner. Other than changing your shape and.....some other modifications you are healthy," a woman standing on the other side of the bed told him. When he looked at her questionably, Gwen spoke up, "This is Ms. Ogden, your new caregiver. I hired her to help you until you adjust to what has happened. I expect you to do whatever she tells you as she knows what is best.....given the circumstances. She came highly recommended and I expect you to behave and listen to her. You have been through a very rough period and the doctor's think it's for the best. You may not like it but you will have to take it slow for awhile." Seeing that he was about to ask more questions, she held up her hand and continued, "Peyton, they didn't get the people responsible for this but they will. I promise you. Ms. Ogden is here as both your caregiver and body guard. I don't think you want to wind up in those people's hands again, so listen to what she tells you. You're still weak and will need time before.....before you can go running about. Now I have other things to tend to, so you get to know Ms. Ogden. I'll check back later. It's good to have you home." "I have to go to the bathroom," Peyton stated after Gwen left the room. "Peyton would you like me to draw you a bath while you are in there? I'm sure it would relax you," she offered. "I'm no fucking baby and I'm going to take a fucking shower," he said as he slid off the bed. As he stood a wave of nausea washed over him and he braced himself with one arm on the mattress. "Whoa! Not so fast. Gonna have to take this easy," he thought. "Young man! I will not tolerate such language in my presents. I maybe the hired help but I won't stand for your foul mouth. One more curse word out of you and I will wash your mouth out with soap. Do we understand one another?" Ms. Ogden stated. "Yeah, sure, whatever," he mumbled. At this point all he wanted to do was get out of that horrid diaper and relieve the pressure on his bladder. Slowly he began walking to the bathroom. He wasn't aware that he was walking on his tip-toes, had a pronounced wiggle in his posterior and with his elbows tucked in. As he sat on the toilet, Peyton discovered that he wasn't wearing a hospital gown. It was a pale blue nylon with bright blue satin spaghetti strap nightgown. "Damn, it was bad enough to be wearing a fucking diaper but they had to put me into a fucking nightgown too," he lamented as tears began to form. After the shower, he stood examining himself in the full length mirror on the back of the door. He knew what they had done to his face. The arched feminine eyebrows and the full pouting Cupid's bow lips were all too familiar after many hours in front of the makeup mirror. What surprised him was what had been done to his body. He noticed distinct mounds with thick elongated nipples. At least the mounds were not much bigger than coffee cups but the nipples really stood out. The rib cage was compacted and tapered into a thin waist. There was no hair to be seen anywhere on his body except his groin. There the hair was shaped into a butterfly with wings spread just above his shriveled penis. His skin was soft and alabaster white. He tried to make a muscle but there was little sign of a bicep. His arms were thin and delicate. As his eyes descended down his body, he was startled to see that his penis was smaller and there was no sign of a scrotum. Tentatively he reached down and explored his groin. As he ran his fingers over his penis, it gave a little shudder. "It still works," he thought with relief. That relief was short lived as his fingers explored the empty scrotal sack. "My balls! Where the fuck are my balls?" his mind screamed as tears began to flood down his cheeks. He stood before the full length mirror, hands clutched into feminine fists. His oval shaped nails were too long for him to make an actual fist. Furious, as he observed what had been done to him, Peyton vowed to get his revenge. More determined than ever, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. "I'm gonna get you bitch," he said as he pranced back into the bedroom. "Peyton, pull that towel up to cover your breasts! It's inappropriate for you to be walking around like that now," Ms. Ogden said when she saw him. "What...are you serious? I've never done that before..." he said startled. "What's done is done. Peyton you are going to have to learn to live with yourself. Exposing your chest is no longer an option. I am going to do all that I can to see that you learn to cope. In case you are wondering, your chest is a thirty-six A plus cup, your waist a neatly trimmed eighteen inches and your hips thirty-six. Additionally, your Achilles tendons have been shortened from wearing those heels. Maybe over a long period of time they can be stretched back out. Until then, you will have to wear heels with at least a three inch heel, preferably four. Now pull that towel up to cover your breasts, dry those tears and I'll get you a fresh gown," she informed him. Her comment about his "breasts" embarrassed him and he quickly pulled the towel up to cover them. "Damn, she's right. I don't want anybody seeing me like this," he thought. When he reached the bed, she handed him another nightgown. It was white nylon without any frills or lace and a pair of white nylon panties. "Here put these on for now. No arguments, this is all we have available in your size at the moment. There's nothing to be ashamed of. They're just clothing. Put them on and get into bed. I'll be back in awhile with your lunch," she said firmly. He wanted to complain but felt too tired to argue any more. The short trip to the bathroom was exhausting and his body ached. Reluctantly, he donned the garments and slipped into bed. "At least it's not something all frilly and girly," he thought. "Guess I should have told him that he will have to wear corsets or waist cinchers and girls clothing but that can wait. No sense in spilling everything at once. Let him stew in his misery for a bit, then stir the pot some more later. It will be so much more fun to stretch out his agony," she thought as she walked out the door. "Well Gwen, I told him he was stuck in that body you had my aunt give him. Threw him a bone by telling him that his tendons might stretch out but that will never happen as long as we keep him in heels. Saving the best for last though, you know about having to wear girls clothing. Let him squirm a bit, then throw in the knockout punch. Only way I know to make sure he stays obedient," she said while pouring a cup of tea. "Fantastic Mille! When I saw what your aunt did to him, I couldn't believe my eyes but it sure was worth it. I figure by the time you finish with him there will be no way in hell he can convince anyone he is a man. Once the lawyers see him prancing around, I'll be sure to get the entire inheritance. When I get what's mine, you and your aunt will get the 10 percent I promised plus what I already paid. How long do you think it will take to finish the process?" Gwen said with glee. "To do it right and by that I mean where he won't think of disobeying any of our conditioning, at least a year. We can accomplish a lot in a few months but getting the right mind set will take a lot of time. Remember, you want to change him from a normal heterosexual male into a sissified homosexual. As you saw, the body can be altered rather quickly, the clothing even faster but....but the mind set takes a lot of time and training. You don't have to worry, as you've seen, we are professionals," Millie Ogden replied. "I was hoping for some results a littler sooner but you're right. I want that money and don't want to take any chances either. Oh, those recordings you said you needed arrived in the mail. I'll get them for you. By the way, exactly what are they for?" she asked. "Subliminal messaging, each CD has programs that will encourage him to behave the way we want him too. By themselves, they can't do all that much but when combined with physical and behavioral modifications will speed up the overall process. For example the, "I love sucking cocks" CD after playing for a month or two will make him think of doing that whenever he sees a man. However, while he will think about it maybe for a split second, he won't necessarily act on it. Building a feminine image combined with his physical changes should create the desire to act. The continued use of hormone therapy will change the body and his mind as well. That's what we are after, the creation of desire, a mental process, followed by the actual performance," Millie said. Peyton spent the rest of the day in bed. He wasn't happy but the few times he got up his back and legs started to painfully spasm. After a small lunch of soup, crackers and vitamin pills, Millie handed him a set of ear buds so he could listen to some music. He drifted in and out of sleep most of the day. That night after another sparse meal, he didn't complain when she gave him a shot in the hip to help him sleep. Before leaving she made sure his ear buds were in place and changed the disc. The next morning, she had him step into a pair of white leather four inch stiletto heels and draped a white semi-transparent chiffon robe over his shoulders. When he started to complain, she told him that the heels were necessary if he didn't want his legs to cramp. The negligee was needed to provide a level of modesty considering his body's alterations and for him to stop complaining. She led him into the bathroom where to his great embarrassment, flipped his negligee and gown over his back, pulled down his panties and removed the butt plug. His eyes followed the bright violet jelly object as she tossed it into the sink. He was horrified by its size and the fact that he didn't even know it had been inside him. It looked like an elongated egg attached to a stem. It was at least seven inches long with a stem three inches thick or more at the base which flared out into a narrow rectangle. He was so shaken by the experience; Millie had to help him sit on the commode. "You sit here while I get your douche ready Peyton," she told him. "M....my what?" he managed to stutter as she donned a white plastic bib apron and gloves. "Your douche dear, it's how you will have to cleanse yourself from now on. That butt plug you have been wearing changed your anatomy such that your body cannot function normally. Your sphincter no longer works the way it should. You will have to put that back in once you have finished your business. It's either that or wear a diaper full time. Otherwise, you will mess yourself without even realizing it. You don't need to be embarrassed. It's just one of the many new things you are going to have to get use to. That is why I'm here. It's my job to teach you how to adjust," she informed him as she removed a large pink rubber bag from the closet. He was bright red as she had him lean forward on the commode and inserted the large white nozzle into his backside. To him it looked like a large white plastic penis which she denied. "It's big because you are so open back there. It is shaped like this so it will not irritate your insides," she told him when he complained. "Now, I want you to clinch your muscles back there and see if you can hold it in. Good, now keep holding it while I move it back and forth for a bit to make sure it is positioned. I know that feels strange but shouldn't be painful. As a matter of fact, it should provide you with some pleasure. Oh, I see your little penis is twitching. Now you reach behind and continue pumping for a few more minutes. Yes, just like that....then we'll release the clamp just as your little pennie starts to squirt. Oh, yes it is very important for you to wait until then otherwise it will prove to be very unhealthy. If we don't do it this way, you may never get your anal muscles to work like they use to. Hopefully, in time, you will be able to go about without that thing in your ass for a few hours at least. No need to be ashamed dear, you've had a rough time," she instructed. "Damn, I can't believe I'm letting her do this. That....that thing was so big and it came out of me. I didn't even know it was still in me. I kinda remember when that bitch first started sticking something in my butt but I don't remember it being that big until now. I must be stretched out from here to Sunday by that damn thing. Now Ms. Ogden wants me to do it. I'm so embarrassed an...and why does it feel...why...why's my dick starting to drool....oh...oh that feels different," he thought. As he sat draining the fluids out of his body, she began filling the tub. Soon the room was filled with the scent of lilac and multicolored bubbles bobbed in the bath. "Come on now; let me give you a nice soothing bath. After I wash and shampoo your hair, you can relax and soak for awhile. It will make you feel so much better," she said. Peyton wanted to complain about the flowery smell but the hot water just felt too good. As the hot bath eased his aches and pains, Mille washed his body. He was so relaxed that he didn't even complain when she scrubbed his groin. Out of the tub, she quickly blotted him dry with a fluffy lavender colored towel. She made him step back into his heels before messaging body lotion and dusting him with floral scented talc. With that done, she had him bend over with his legs parted. When he felt her lubed fingers begin to probe his anal passage, Peyton tried to stand up and move away. "Now, now stop it. Hold still. I have to lube you and insert your butt plug now. Remember what I told you about your changed body. This is necessary so behave and let me get this done," she barked at him. He blushed red from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes as he felt her fist begin to slide in and out of his rectum. Adding to his embarrassment was a feeling of arousal that he couldn't explain. His tiny dick even became hard. By the time she had finished, a clear liquid was drooling out of his penis and tingles were running up his spine. He felt weak in the knees as she helped him stand gasping slightly. "Now let me shampoo your hair and then we can get dressed for the day," she told him Back in his bedroom with his damp hair contained in a bright pink satin turban, Mille laid out his undergarments. She chose a claret with pink raspberry lace appliqu?s colored bustier with lightly lined underwire cups and reinforced spiral boning that reached to his navel, matching garter belt, lace embellished panties and sheer black nylons with floral lace welts. "I...I can...can't wear that stuff! I want my jockey shorts, tee shirt and jeans," he exclaimed. "Peyton, I know what you want to wear but it is a physical impossibility because of your new shape. If you don't wear a boned corset, your back will go into painful spasms. While your breasts are not all that big, they need the support. If you don't wear a bra, it will put additional strain on your weak back muscles. Now you can wear what I just put out or you can wear an all-in-one full body corset. Believe me, you will appreciate the freedom this bustier and garter belt provide versus a full body corset," she stated. "I don't care what you say. I'm not wearing that....that girlie stuff. Get me my jockies, jeans and a tee shirt," he demanded. "Alright, if you insist but don't you dare complain when you start to hurt," she declared. With that she rummaged in the dresser for a bit before tossing him a pair of jockey shorts, blue tee shirt and a pair of jeans. He immediately pulled his negligee and nightie over his head and tossed them to the floor. Stepping into the jockey shorts, he pulled them up to his waist. "Wha....t the fuck!" he thought as the shorts slid down on his tiny waist to settle around his wide hips. They not only did not stay up but there was a noticeable looseness in the groin and tightness over his ass. Determined, he pulled the tee over his head and had to force it over his boobs. When he had it settled into place, he clearly noticed his large nipples sticking out of the fabric. The jeans were no better; he had a hard time getting them over his hips. When he buttoned them they were loose in the waist but extremely tight in the ass. They obviously did not fit his new contours and the exertion of putting them on exhausted him. Despite everything, he declared, "Great, I'm finally back in my real clothes." "We'll see Peyton," she said as she left to get his breakfast. By the time she returned, Peyton was in misery. His back was in spasms and his skin irritated by the roughness of his ill fitting clothing. He did his best to get through breakfast but as a new sharp pain radiated up his spine had to admit defeat. "Please Ms. Ogden; I need a pain pill bad. My back is killing me," he finally admitted. "Only if you stop complaining and put on the clothing that I select for you. I am not going to say I told you so but..... Peyton, dear, you are going to have to accept the fact that your body is totally different and requires support. Now get out of those things while I get you a pill," she said. In short order Peyton was wearing the bustier and lingerie that Millie had selected. He felt like a fool but the pain was gone. He didn't object when she had him seated before the vanity mirror and began putting his hair into rollers. As she put a roller into his hair, Millie said, "Peyton why don't you put on just a little makeup. It would make your pale face look a bit healthier and keep you occupied while I do your hair." Without thinking about what he was doing, Peyton reached for the foundation. By the time his hair was rolled and a pink hair net tied into place, he had completed putting on his makeup. An even coating of foundation, pink eye shadow, black eyeliner and mascara, rose blush and pink raspberry lipstick adorned his face. The process had been so automatic that he didn't have to think twice about what he was doing. It wasn't until he sat back and viewed his reflection that what he had done hit him. "Shit, what have I done?" he exclaimed. To his great surprise, he was jerked off the satin covered bench and dragged into the bathroom. There he found himself bent over the sink and a pink bar of soap thrust into his mouth. He sputtered and squealed but Millie had a tight grip on his neck. As bile began filling his throat, she relented and pulled the soap out. "Let that be a lesson to you. I told you that I would not have any foul language spoken in this house. Now you know that I mean what I say. The next time I will not only wash out your mouth but I will give you a good solid spanking. Now get you butt back in there and freshen your makeup," she told him. When he finished repairing his makeup, Millie made him put his negligee back on and get into bed. "Here, put these ear buds on and listen to your music. If you want, here's the latest copy of "Cosmo" to keep you occupied. You still need bed rest and I will be back in a few hours to check up on you. Now stay in bed and be good," she ordered. Millie left the room locking it behind her and went to the study to see Gwen. There she told Gwen of the morning events and that everything was going according to plan. "The CD's he is listening to now are beginning to work. When I told him to put on his makeup, he did it automatically until he saw what he had done. Made a little scene but I handled it. These CD's are just reinforcing his previous training. They are also telling him that he has no choice but to dress and act the way we want. By making him believe it is his own body forcing these unwanted changes, he will have to accept it. In a day or two, I'll change the CD's to tell him that he not only likes the feel of soft lacy clothing but his soft skin now requires it. Over time we'll change the CD's to get him to where we want him," she stated. By the afternoon, Millie decided it was time to move things up a notch. He was still in bed listening to his music when she entered the room. "Peyton, I think it is time for you to get some exercise. It is a beautiful afternoon and a short walk in the back gardens will do you some good. Now, get up and let me find something more appropriate for you to wear," she said. He felt like a complete dork standing there in lingerie but had to admit that it gave him the necessary support. His back had not cramped and his calves did not ache since he donned the feminine lingerie. "Maybe she was right. My body has changed so much that only this stuff will fit," he thought as he waited for her to get him some clothing. "Here, I think this outfit will be fine for our little outing," she said as she placed the clothing on the bed. "N....no way! I....I can't possibly wear...that.. that stuff!" He almost added the "F" word but stopped himself. He stomach churned at the remembrance of the mouthful of soap suds. "Of course you can darling. Have you forgotten how much that cotton tee shirt irritated your nipples or the rash you had between your legs from those rough jeans? The blo...er..shirt is made of chiffon and is really soft and the leggings will not chafe. Besides, no one will see you except for me. So stop acting like a baby and let me help you get dressed," she chided. He stood there silent wanting to shout out that what she said was not true. However, his mind was telling him she was right. At the same time his mind was telling him that it was not right for a boy to have to wear such sissy looking clothing. "Don't just stand there with your mouth hanging open Peyton. If you don't want to go outside for some fresh air then you can stay as you are and vegetate in your bed," she scolded. "Okay, okay, I'll do what you want...but...I won't like it," he managed to say. The idea of getting outside and feeling the fresh air after so long in captivity was too appealing for something like frilly clothing to stop him. "Besides, no one will see me and I am tired of being cooped up all the time," he thought. Millie helped him put on the chiffon blouse. It was a pale translucent green mutton sleeved blouse with a high ruffled neck and broad rose floral lace jabot and knife pleated front. The ruffled neck was supported by closely placed boning that would support his chin and closed with pearl buttons in the back. The cuffs of the blouse ending at the wrist were layered with three tiers of rose floral lace that reached to the base of his fingers. Once Millie had it buttoned up the back, she fluffed out the lacy jabot and secured the outer edges with hidden pins. The jabot formed a fluffy lacy "V" on the blouse which followed the knife pleat pattern. The large puffy mutton sleeves at his shoulders were supported by thin wires to give them fullness. The hem flared out four inches from the waist in tight knife pleats with matching lace edging. She helped him pull on the pair of white with green floral print spandex leggings. They were skin tight, hugging his bottom and separating the cheeks while making his groin totally flat and smooth. They reached to mid-calf and hemmed with three inches of green floral lace. A pair of white patent leather sharp toed pumps with a six inch stiletto heel was fastened to his feet. For accents, Millie placed several brightly colored plastic bangles on both his wrists. "I feel like an idiot in these things," he whined as she stepped back. "Don't be ridiculous dear. I think you look darling in that ensemble. Now come over to the vanity so I can brush out your hair," she said. The rollers had done their job and his hair fell in gentle waves as Millie brushed it out. When she finished, she placed a wide brimmed floppy white straw hat on his head. It had a wide bright pink chiffon band that tied off under the left side of his chin in a big floppy bow. She wanted to give him a white wicker box purse to carry but decided against it. Millie could tell that he was very distressed and agitated by what she had already done. She didn't want to push him too much, at least not until she was assured that the CD's were working. "Look Peyton, I know you are not too thrilled to wearing these clothes. You have to admit that they are soft and give your new body the shape and support it needs. Does the blou....er...shirt cause your breasts to itch or your leggings rub your tender skin raw? No, I didn't think so. You are just going to have to get use to wearing such clothing for the near future. Let your body tell you what your mind finds uncomfortable to be the right thing to do. Now, come along. It's been too long for you not to go outside for awhile at least," she explained. "Yeah, I guess you are right but why do I have to wear this stupid hat?" he responded as he started mincing towards the door. "Just look at your skin Peyton. You are as pale as a ghost and without protection from the sun; you will burn quicker than toast. Now scoot along, I'm right behind you," she stated. She smiled broadly as she watched him mince heel to toe, elbows tucked close to the body, wrists limp and a wiggle in his backside that was just the cutest thing she ever saw. "That certainly is no man. If he's not the biggest faggot in the world he could pass as a really fem girly-girl. I'd give my left arm for thick full bodied black hair like he has. If I didn't know better, I would think him a pretty young girl. Maybe if we gave him an exaggerated hair cut. Like a big flat top dyed a bright yellow with pink side walls. That kind of style would definitely shout 'faggot' rather than girly-girl. I'll have to ask Gwen what she thinks about that," she thought as she followed him out of the room. As the days and months droned on, Peyton found himself immersed deeper and deeper into his feminine persona. By now he had accepted the fact that his body was the cause of all his problems. It was the reason he had to wear feminine clothing, walk in heels, change his mannerisms and, worst of all, think about men in a sexual way. The only thing keeping him from plunging into the deep black hole that had become his life was the thought of revenge. That little spark of thought, kept alive a small part of the real Peyton. Peyton was sitting at the bar just outside the airport waiting for their rental car. His boyfriend, Thad, had just left to see a man about a horse. They were in Denver on their honeymoon. He didn't like the idea of going to Denver when Thad had mentioned it due to the bad memories from his last trip. When he complained, Thad got that look and Peyton quickly agreed to go. Thad was an ex-jock, linebacker to be precise, but had blown out a knee. Gwen had set them up six months ago and Peyton was now stuck with him. At least when Thad was sober, he was a pretty nice guy and being with him was better than with Gwen. He couldn't go against Thad; he was way too big and strong for Peyton. A few times across Thad's giant lap were more than enough to make Peyton do whatever he was told to do. Due in part to his conditioning Peyton actually enjoyed being with him. The last six months of his life were actually very happy times for him. Over the last year and a half he had forgotten what it was like being a man. His distorted body was now too frail and waif-like to fight against Gwen's and Thad's demands. He blamed his body for everything that had happened to him. It was because of this body that he had to wear the clothing that he wore, it was his body that made him desire other men and it was his body that left him weak in both body and mind. He hated himself but there was nothing he could do about it. He had no money and no one to turn to. He still blushed at the thought of his appearance in the lawyer's office. For the official visit, Peyton decided to wear a pair of bright florescent pink spandex Capri pants and a bright floral print silk blouse with a ruffled jabot. The blouse was covered in pink Azalea flowers on a black back ground with ruffles at the wrists. He accessorized with a four inch wide black patent belt with a large gold buckle and matching four inch strappy sandals. He was all but laughed out of the office and he cried for days afterwards. Gwen had gotten everything and he was left with nothing but her kindness. Some kindness, he became her personal servant and maid. It wasn't until she palmed him off on Thad that he had any sibilance of freedom. At least Thad seemed to really care for him. Why else would he call this their honeymoon and given him a beautiful diamond ring. Additionally, he seemed very concerned when Peyton told him what had happened and how he wound up like he did. Thad could be very tender when he wanted to be. In a strange way, Peyton actually loved him and did his best to make their lives happy. As he sat nursing his pink gin fizz Peyton caught a snippet of conversation coming from the booth behind him. "That's right sonny boy, you finish your drink then you and me can go have some fun," a gruff female voice said. "Lo...ok lady...er....I don't know about that........" a male voice replied before it broke up into mumbling that Peyton couldn't catch. "You're new in town sonny boy. Let me show you around. I know this place like the back of my hand," the female said. Peyton turned around in his seat just enough to see who was behind him. Sitting in the booth was an older woman, short and stocky. In the dim light he couldn't make out her facial features but she did look familiar. Her hair was short with what looked like grey streaks and was wearing a long sleeved shirt and jeans. Next to her sat a thin young man wearing a leather jacket and obviously drunk. On the floor next to him was a cheap suitcase. "Come on sonny boy, you aint got no place to go and I can help. Here, let me help you up and we can get out of this place," she said. As Peyton watched what was going on in the booth, Thad returned from the restroom. "Hey baby did you miss me? They got the rental parked out front," he said as he sat down. "Thad, that's the bitch who did all those bad things to me. I'm sure of it! You have to do something!" Peyton whispered into his ear. "Look baby we're here on our honeymoon and I promised to take care of you. What's that woman got to do with it and how can you be sure it's her anyway. What happened was a long time ago. How can you be sure it's the same woman? Shit! She looks like an old bar fly trying to pick up some dupe to roll anyway. Sides, we got reservations at the resort and I was thinkin' to have a little fun," Thad replied. "Come on Thad, we have to follow them and see where she is taking that poor boy. I bet it is somewhere up in the mountains. I don't remember much but that voice I will never forget. It rings in my mind all the time. We can't let her get her hands on him like she did me. If you don't do what I ask then you can forget about having any fun with me! I promised one day I would get my revenge and you are going to help me. I'll do it by myself if I have too and nothing you can do will stop me," Peyton said in desperation. The woman in the booth was already helping the young man out of his seat. When he stood up Peyton could see that his eyes were glazed over. Fortunately, she was too preoccupied helping the boy stand to notice what the couple at the bar was saying. "Dang it Thad! Just believe me and say you will help. Look, we'll just follow them and see where they are going. If a big ape of a man comes out to help her, then we'll know for sure it's the same bitch. Promise me!" Peyton demanded. "Oh alright baby if it means that much to you. Come on let's go," he said. They followed the black SUV up into the mountains until it turned onto a narrow dirt and gravel road. Thad pulled the rental off to the side as Peyton demanded that he follow them. "Baby if I turned up that road they would know we were following them. Look, there between the trees. You can just see a house. Come on get out and we'll follow them on foot," he said with a broad smile. "Damn! I sure as hell hope she is wrong about all this shit. I just want to get to the resort and not have to fuck around with this shit. The things I do for this bitch. She's worth it though. Never had any better lovin'," Th