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The collector
I was on my way home taking a late train. I had a cabin to myself. That
is, until a young lad opened the door, stuck his head right in and
asked me if he could share my cabin. When I answered yes he entered and
took the seat opposite me. Now I got the chance to observe him closely.
He was in his early 20s, had long blond hair and a slim figure. His
delicate features were a bit on the feminine side and triggered my
interest immediately. I started a small conversation about the weather
during those past days. As always this proved to be a good opener. He
was ranting about the weather in the Highlands and how it got foggy and
misty and cold so soon this year. Not long and I had him telling me the
story of his life.
I had introduced myself as James. His name was Tom and he was the only
boy of a shepherd and his wife. Both died this spring in a car
accident, when his dad got off the road on a misty day and hammered the
car full speed into an old tree. Both his parents died on the spot. He
had spent the summer mourning and selling their sheep and property. Now
he was on his way to London. He had no real idea what to do and didn't
know where to stay. All he wanted was to get as far away as possible
from what kept reminding him of his parents.
His looks had captured me from the very first moment. Soon I offered
him the guest room in my small house in a small suburb not far away
from the city of London. I told him he could get to Paddington Station
within less than half an hour by train and then he could get everywhere
with the tube. He asked me how much to room would be, but I told him
not to worry. His company would be enough.
Finally I told him I had been widower for over 10 years now since my
beloved wife passed away. She died while giving birth to our daughter.
At the age of 37 it might have been too late for the first child, but
she didn't become pregnant before although we tried real hard. Our
daughter died only a few days later because of a severe birth defect. I
don't know what hit me worse, but I crushed. I think it had been four
or six months before I left the house for more than to open the gate
for some deliveries.
I guess he took mercy on me and agreed to my proposal. When we left the
train the station was deserted and so were the streets. It was already
pretty dark, too. Further I did not take the direct route to my house
to confuse him further and to hide him from my neighbors. I was too
exhausted to start anything that day. So I just showed him his room as
promised. He was quite happy and couldn't stop to thank me. If he only
knew what laid in front of him!
*****
The next morning when he got up I had already made breakfast for him.
He wolfed it down as if there would be no tomorrow, never tasting the
roofies I had slipped into his OJ. I didn't have to wait long until he
got air-headed. I led him to the bathroom telling him he might need a
shower. Since he was so wobbly I offered to help him with his clothes.
Open to my suggestions he agreed without hesitation.
Soon he was naked and I helped him into the shower. I gave him a bottle
of "shower gel" which he applied to his body. I kept him occupied by
telling him how to wash and condition such wonderful long hair like he
wore. When he complained about his skin burning like on fire I feigned
innocence and showered everything off of him. He never saw his body
hair go down the drain.
I placed him on the toilet and told him to do his business while I
packed his clothes away. Naked as he was I led him down into the
basement. There he collapsed onto the bed missing all the fun I had in
store for him.
When I came back carrying all the stuff I needed he was fast asleep. I
turned him on his left side and put a splint along his spine. It is
reached from his head all the way down to his backside. I fixed it with
a collar to his neck. Then I took another splint from my bag. This one
was pressed to form a semicircle and fitted perfectly around his right
part of the rib cage. I adjusted it a bit and fastened it to the splint
in his back. Now I turned him on his right side and repeated it with
another splint to his left side of the rib cage. Then I lowered him to
his back and searched around in my bag for the next items.
First I glued a rubber tube into his urethra, then I pushed his balls
and his penis up inside his body. With one hand I held them in place,
while I pulled the skin left and right of it together. It formed a slit
and now held the penis and the testicles inside his body. I glued the
slit together leaving only the tube poke out. When the glue had dried I
snatched the next item waiting in line. It was another splint, but it
was a bit different. Although it drew a semicircle as well, it had a
small triangle welded to one end. In the middle it parted about 2
inches. A tiny bit toward the triangle it sported a tiny hole. I run
the tube through that hole. Then I shoved the splint between his legs,
the triangle covering his crotch completely and the parted section
spreading his buttocks leaving his butt-hole free.
I stepped back and look him over. I was satisfied so far and a little
bit excited. I turned him onto his side and screwed a hook to the
splint behind his head. There was a hidden rail in the ceiling to which
I now hooked a pulley. Its carabineer went to the hook and then I
pulled at the chain. Soon Tom was hanging from the ceiling. His groin
and his skin looked female now, although he looked totally male beside
that. I turned him around and checked the screws of his splints.
I shoved him towards the shower, locked the pulley and shut down the
light. Then I headed to the master bedroom and went to bed myself.
Although quite excited I fell into a fitful sleep.
*****
The next morning when I woke up I dressed in a hurry and went
downstairs to his room. On my way down I could hear him scream already.
When I opened the door to the bathroom he was swaying rowing with his
arms and legs wildly and screaming top of his lungs for help. I watched
him for a while soaking in the picture of him until he finally had to
stop to breath.
He saw me standing over at the door and went silent immediately. He
watched me was a mixture of fright, anger and strange curiosity.
Suddenly he shouted: "What have you done to me? Release me! Right this
moment!"
I replied: "There, there, my little one. Who will shout at me?
Everything is fine! Just be calm. Oh look what you have done!" I
pointed downwards where there had formed a puddle overnight. With a
rubber tube up his urethra he had lost a bit of the control he had over
his bladder before. Since he didn't know it he blushed quite nicely.
"I think somebody needs to be cleaned up. So be still my little one!"
Since he was already in the shower I selected a nice temperature and
opened the valve. After he was soaking wet I used a nice flowery shower
gel to soap him clean. Then I took my softest and fluffiest towel and
dabbed him dry gently. Next I took a rose-scented body powder and
brushed it all over his body.
He had remained still and watched curiously while all this happened. I
guess he was unsure what to make of it. I turned him slightly so he
could see his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Then I went back into
the bedroom. When I came back he still stared at his feminine looking
crotch. He was so shocked and transfixed that he didn't notice me until
I had pulled the diaper all the way up his legs. They were decorated
with pink teddy bears and little yellow flowers. They screamed little
girl as well. As soon as he became aware of it he began to struggle. He
tried to wiggle out of my installation, but of course he was unable to
do so.
Next I dressed him in the cute little pink romper suit with white lace
along the seams and a tulle skirt around the waist. He tried to force
my hands away, but after a night hanging there he was simply too weak.
Soon he was the adult seized image of a cute baby girl. Since the suit
came with mittens he couldn't do much about it now. I lowered him a bit
until his feet almost touched the floor, but only almost. I placed him
closer to the mirror, where I fitted a curly blonde wig on his head.
Then I sprayed creamy foam onto his brows and another one onto the
lower part of his face.
When I washed the foams off of his face some 15 minutes later he had
blonde brows and his beard would never grow back. I placed a pacifier
between his lips and tied it into place with a pink ribbon. "Oh Carole,
just look how lovely you look, my cute little baby!" As soon as I had
said that, Carole started to struggle again. But I didn't care. Little
babies like to kick their little feet. It is good for their
development.
I switched on a CD player and the playtime songs suitable for little
girls started. When I came back an hour later she was sleeping like a
good little girl. Maybe she was exhausted from all the kicking along
with the music. That's why I tried to be as quiet as possible when I
attached the bottles I had brought with me next to the pulley. I
collected them to a rubber tube whose other end I inserted into a
little hole at the front of the pacifier. I gently touched her jaw and
she started to suck on her pacifier. When the first drops of milk
reached her mouth she sucked faster.
The next morning I undressed Carole. Her diaper was rather full. I
drove her back into the shower and cleaned her. Then I used some baby
oil to soften her skin, before I dabbed the rosy body powder on her.
Finally I dressed her in another pink baby outfit and fed her another
bottle of milk.
This way a month passed by. I fed her, I cleaned her and I dressed her.
*****
One day when I undressed her, I discovered some budding breasts on her
flat chest. My "milk" started to gain the first visible success. Beside
that her skin had softened significantly and gained a rosy shine.
I removed the pacifier for the first time in weeks. Carole tried to
shout at me, but found her voice only a silent, melodic, velvet and
clearly feminine whisper. Another success of my "baby formula". I
washed her and powdered her, but instead of the diaper I pulled a cute
set of panties in place. It had a fairy princess printed onto her flat
front. They were followed by a pair of white ruffled ankle socks and
some pink Mary-Jane's. Then I shoved a frilly pink and white little
girls dress up her body next. When it was in place I zipped her up. The
skirt stood out supported by the lacy ruffled petticoat, which was
attached to the dress. The front of the dress was ruffled as well.
I removed the wig and went back to the bathroom counter. She couldn't
see what I brought back with me, but mere seconds later to pink and
silver teddy bears dangled from the newly shot studs in her ear lobes.
She winced only shortly and a bit of tears formed in her eyes. I patted
her gently on the head: "Don't cry, my pretty one!"
I let her dangle a bit while I found her a new wig. Still blonde, but
with longer hair. It was curly but the curls were not so tiny. I put
them in pigtails to show off the teddy bears. When I turned Carole to
face the mirror, her eyes went wide in shock. So I left her alone to
suck in every detail.
That way another month went by.
*****
I had fed her the milk on a daily basis throughout the past weeks. So
when I undressed her for her daily bath in the shower I found she had
graduated to a small A cup. Her nibbles stood out erect in a cold
breeze coming through right now. Carole blushed at that and lowered her
head ashamed.
I put her in a training bra, before I dressed her in her frilly dress
but suitable for teens. But maybe teens nowadays would kill themselves
before wearing such. But I didn't care. My little princess looked so
lovely. I grabbed some make-up and dabbed a very little amount to her
eyes. Still it looked overdone as common when done by girls for the
first time. Finally I replaced the teddy bears in her ears with Creole
earrings.
I moved Carole in front of the mirror again and let her enjoy her new
look and how much she had achieved in such a short time.
*****
A few weeks later she had graduated to a nice B cup sized bust. It was
time to put her in her final outfit.
I wheeled a basin into the bathroom. I lowered Carole into the warm and
flowery scented water and let her blossom in the relaxing fluids.
Before the water grew cold I pulled her up. Carefully I dried each
square inch of her skin and applied a rosy powder. I placed some
beautiful white and lazy G-string on her before I wrapped a powder-blue
corset around her waist. Slowly and very carefully I pulled the strings
until she was laced in nicely. Now the splint couldn't be removed
easily and she would not fall off the hook.
Slowly I rolled a pair of white stockings up her legs. During the last
months her legs had slimmed down nicely and lost that ugly muscle tone,
which gave her such a boyish look. The same applied to her arms. They
were nice and slender now. I attached the stockings to the garters
dangling from the corset.
Now I lowered her some more and began to apply her make-up. I did it
very carefully, too. I drew a thin line along each brow and then I
accented her lids with some black lines, too. It followed some mascara
and lipstick. Finally I brushed blue eye shadow and some blush on her
beautiful face. Her hair had grown quite a bit since she was my baby
girl. So she didn't need a wig any more. Instead I brushed her hair
until it was shiny and fell in lovely waves. Her fingernails had grown
a bit, too. I painted them the same pink like her lipstick. Finally I
dressed her in a light gray blouse and a pink short skirt. Some gray
stiletto boots with low 2.5-inch heels as well as a bracelet and some
rings gave the final touch.
Now it was my time to admire her. She had grown so quickly into a
lovely young lady.
I turned her facing the mirror. Her eyes went wide. I think, she
couldn't imagine that she could look that lovely and (if I may say so)
hot. They boys would go crazy to get a chance with her. But fat chance!
She was MY little girl!
After what seemed like an eternity to me I took her by the waist and
drove her along some other rail towards the door at the end of the
basement's hallway. I opened the door for her and shoved her into the
dark room so I could close the door again. I let her dangle there for a
moment or two. Then I slowly undimmed the lights. The more details she
became aware of the more she started to struggle, but then she was too
overwhelmed to remember she was about fighting something. She hung
there mouth agape and eyes wide open in shock and wonder.
Around the large room there were one glass cabinet next to the other.
Some were already lit indirectly. To her left was Carole age 6 month in
her cute pink romper suit with a teddy bear sewn on her front and a
white lacy bonnet fighting the blonde curls underneath. She sucked
happily at her pacifier.
Next hung Carole aged 2. She wore her beloved pink Mary-Jane's over her
woolen hoses. She had her pink play dress on and cuddled Mr. Fluffy the
teddy bear against her chest. She looked so adoringly cute with her
eyes closed and her feet and pigtails swinging in response to her
dream.
In the next cabinet Carole met Carole aged 5. Already a little lady she
had insisted on being a fairy princess for Halloween. Her long blonde
hair was crowned with a rhinestone tiara, sparkling in the spotlights
coming from above. The white laces were in flat contrast to the pretty
pink satin dress with the bell-shaped full-skirt. Oh, how she had
dangled her little feet in excitement when I donned it on her the first
time! I had even sparkled her rosy cheeks with some glitter - magical
fairy powder - the same I had brushed onto her tulle wings, so she
could fly. Tears of joy had almost ruined her made-up eyes. C'mon, it
was Halloween! One night she might feel grown up!
Carole aged 10 lit up in the next spot. It was the first time she
insisted on wearing something other then pink. I guess there was a boy
at school and she wanted to impress him. Still she wore her pink Mary-
Jane's, but a dark blue plaid short skirt with pink lines and a frilly
white blouse matched the ribbons in her ponytail. She had even donned a
bit of lip-gloss.
The age-13 Carole was a bit less self-secure. She stuck to a plain
look. Straight blue tube skirt and cream-colored straight blouse,
barely hiding the "rose buds" on her chest. Shyly she looked down at
the floor and grabbed the handle of her bag with both hands. The little
diamond studs I had given her for her birthday was the only accessories
indicating her being on the threshold to womanhood. She blushed when
smiled at her full of pride.
I rolled Carole over to the cabinet right of her. After I had swung her
around to face the room I lowered her until the hook on top of her
splint connected to the steel bar in the cabinet. I removed the pulley
and closed the glass door. Then I took a chair and set it in front of
my Caroles. I took a seat and sucked in the lovely view.
I began dreaming about all the things I had done with Carole and her
mom and what her life would be like in the future. Soon she would go to
the university, make new friends and maybe meet a boy she fell in love
with. Of course it would be the perfect gentleman and I would be glad
to give her to him.
This brought me back. There was so much to be done. Soon she would be a
bride. She needed some sexy undies, all in white of course, and a
bride's gown. It would be a cloud of white. Lace, satin, silk. The
d?collet? would show off her lovely ample bosom, but the veil would
hide it demurely. She would be the perfect blushing bride, joy of my
life and a fairy tail princess come to life. She would glow with
happiness and joy and love. And she would love her daddy and be
thankful for all I had endured to make her this happy.
But now I had to catch the late train to Leeds. There was a bride to be
made ... happy ...
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