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Better Study Habits (Parts 12 and 13)
by Vanessa White
Part 12
Travis woke up on the floor and immediately knew he was hungover. He had
felt this way so many times before. As he struggled to make sense of his
surroundings, he soon realized he was in Jonas' room. He rolled over and
slowly began to get upright.
"Wow," he thought to himself. "I don't remember....anything...." He saw
from looking at Jonas' alarm clock that it was nearly 6 a.m. Jonas didn't
seem to be in the room at this point either.
Travis made his way to the lightswitch and illuminated the room. When he
made his way over to the mirror, he did a double take when he saw his
reflection. Someone had written on his chest in black Sharpie. The
letters spelled F-A-G-G-O-T.
"What the fuck?" he thought to himself. "I don't remember....any of this
shit...."
He sat down and tried hard to think. Not only couldn't he piece together
last night....he was having a hard time remembering....anything.
He found his t-shirt and quickly put it on, more than anything to cover up
the embarrassing etching on his chest. He then made his way out into the
hall and down the stairs.
He saw the usual collection of bodies passed out in the main room. But
Jonas was nowhere to be found. He figured if anyone could tell him what
was going on it would be him.
Travis went out on the porch to get some air and think. The first
concrete thought that occurred to him was "I should probably just go
home." And then it dawned on him. He was at the Party Zone house....but
he was not home. He lived somewhere else now.
It was the first domino in what would quickly unlock the memories of the
last two months. By the time he processed and remembered everything he
was already sprinting halfway down the block, hyperventilating.
"FUCK, dude....FUCK! No way.....no way....."
He collapsed by a tree, his heart racing, his breaths short and quick.
Did all of that really happen????
The memories of Karen, Rachel....Ms. Dresner. The makeovers. The
dresses. The wet dreams of Jonas. The....studying.
"No, no, no.....no." he repeated over and over. "It's not possible....."
And then he remembered his last moments under Ms. Dresner's
control.....throwing himself at Jonas and kissing him. "Oh shit.....oh
shit. I'm so fucked now," thought Travis.
He sat down on the curb for about ten minutes, his hands in his head.
After a bit, he calmed down and thought about what to do next. He
couldn't face the Party Zone just yet. That was the last thing he wanted
to do right now. They probably would string him up to the tree in the
front yard if he went back there.
He knew he needed to tell someone what had happened to him. But who
would believe him? He could barely believe it himself.
He realized it probably wasn't yet even 6:30 in the morning. Rachel and
Karen probably wouldn't be up for a couple more hours. If he could get
back into the house and find something, anything that might be seen as
proof of his involuntary feminization and brainwashing. He walked double
time in the direction of the house. Along the way he shook his head,
sometimes violently, thinking about what had happened to him.
When he got there, he entered quietly and was relieved to see that neither
Rachel nor Karen were up yet. He tiptoed into his room and turned on the
lights. His first instinct was to take pictures of the room as if to say,
"See! This is the room they made me live in." But he soon realized that
this would prove nothing.
Dismayed, he came out into the living room and looked around. He saw a
couple of Karen's textbooks on the table. They had their pink handcrafted
book covers over the bindings. Travis picked up one she had labeled as
"Art History 203" and he opened the book to the page she had bookmarked.
He gasped when he read the text.
It read:
"I live to please my man. I must obey my man. He is my master. He
controls me. I live to make him happy. I love Dmitri Gorkov soooo much.
I live to make him happy. I exist to please Dmitri Gorkov. I love to
suck his cock. I live to suck his cock. I must obey my master. My
master is Dmitri Gorkov. He is powerful. I am submissive. I want to be
a good girl for him. I love it when he fucks me in the ass. I need to
feel his power. I am powerless to resist. I am just a girl. I love
being controlled by a powerful man like Dmitri Gorkov. I am nothing
without him. I love my man. I listen to my man. I exist only to
pleasure Dmitri....."
And so on. And so on. All 350 pages of the book read like that. This is
what they were studying. It was then that Travis realized he'd never
actually seen them go to class.
Travis got his backpack from his room and shoved a couple of Karen's books
in it. Then he noticed a letter from Nicole in France that was written to
the girls. Included was another picture of her with her boyfriend
Henry....and it looked very different from the other ones he remembered
seeing.
Instead of a cute and innocent American girl with an equally cute French
boy her age, this picture featured Nicole dressed in a black rubber corset
and her face was done up with heavy makeup. By her side was a much older
naked man who had his hand gripped firmly on the area just below her waist
and his teeth sunk into her neck. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was
open in ecstacy.
He picked up the letter and read it.
"Dear Rachel and Karen. Soon you will be slaves to your masters just like
I am now. I am soooo happy obeying Master. I am such a happy girl now.
I know you will be just as happy when you are controlled by a powerful
master like I am. I love you both sooooo much. We must be good girls for
our masters. Always remember that. Obedience is pleasure. Disobedience
is not tolerated. Our only goal should be to make our Master as happy as
he can be. Love, Nicole."
Travis shook his head in disbelief. When he was under Ms. Dresner's
control, it all seemed so innocent. He was beginning to comprehend that
there were much darker forces at play here. He thought for a moment as
to what he should do next but then he was startled by Rachel's voice from
behind him.
"Tabitha," she said. "What are you doing up? It's 7 in the morning."
Travis pivoted around with a shocked look on his face. Rachel immediately
sensed that something wasn't right.
"Tabitha?"
"Okay," said Travis welling up with rage by the second. "Stay the fuck
away from me."
Rachel stepped back with a look on her face of fear and confusion.
"I got your books...the one's you've been reading. I'm gonna go to the
police," said Travis. "You won't get away with this. You try to turn me
in to a fucking GIRL! Fuck you!"
Rachel composed herself. "Umm....okay. Let's just sit down on the couch
and I'll give you a nice scratch on your head....it feels sooooo good..."
Travis laughed. "Stay the fuck away from me. I don't know how any of
this works, but I know your tricks. You don't touch me....ever again. I
will punch you in the fucking face."
Rachel backed off and nodded. "Okay....okay."
Travis walked carefully toward her, holding the bookbag in front of him.
He then moved past her and toward the front door.
"You're all going down. I will expose you. You can not.....CAN NOT do
this. Not to me."
Rachel just stared cautiously at him and said nothing. Travis turned and
sprinted out the door. She watched him disappear around the corner and
then she shut the door and walked back upstairs. Karen was there to meet
her.
"It went pretty much the way Ms. Dresner said it would," said Rachel.
"He's on his way to the police."
"Boys are so predictable," said Karen. "And our mistress is far too smart
for him....or any boy for that matter."
"Indeed," said Rachel. "But they can be sooooo cute, too....right?"
"Oh, Rach....it's seven in the morning. Don't you think it's a little too
early to start talking about boys?"
"Never!" said Rachel. "It's what I think about all the time. I love
boys! I can't help it."
"Me too," confessed Karen. They giggled at each other and then went back
into their bedrooms to begin the process of getting dolled up for the day.
The momentary disruption in their daily routine was now behind them.
Part 13
Travis entered the campus police station to find just one police officer
sitting at the front desk. It was still early in the morning and there
didn't seem to be much going on at the moment. The officer seemed
startled that anyone was turning up at this hour.
"Can I help you?" said the officer.
Travis realized at this point that he really hadn't thought out exactly
how he was going to explain everything. It was as if the implausibility
of his story was just now hitting home. He was also taken aback by
how.....cute the officer was. And as soon as he realized he was thinking
that, he became beet red.
"Um....yeah," he said awkwardly. "Um so.....okay....gimme a second...."
"Are you okay, son?" asked the officer.
"Uh....no....not really," confessed Travis. "I'm not okay."
"Take your time. I'm here to help."
"Okay. Well....I was...kidnapped. And I just got away...."
Travis proceeded to frantically and nervously explain the events of the
last two months to the officer. His presentation was scattered.....he
jumped around a lot. He showed the officer the textbooks and became
flustered when he saw the officer become increasingly skeptical.
Upon Travis finishing, the officer paused for a bit and asked Travis for
his driver's license. Travis complied and opened up his wallet to find he
did not have his license on him.
"Fuck..." he said. "She took it. She said she needed it to make a
copy....and I never got it back."
"This woman Ms. Dresner has your license, then?" asked the officer. "So
what is your name, son?"
"Travis."
"That's your first name? What's your last name?"
Travis paused....."I.....don't.....I don't know! Oh God...."
The officer looked at him dumbfoundedly. "Okay, Travis. Wait here. I'm
going to get my CO."
Travis dejectedly took a seat. His heart was racing. He couldn't even
remember his name! He tried to think of his family, his parents. He was
drawing a blank. Nothing. The only thing he remembered was.....the last
two months. His hands were shaking.
He was also noticing that he did not have any confidence. He had free
will, but he was a shell of his old, confident self. The last two months
had broken him down....and he knew it.
Within a couple of minutes, the desk officer returned with his commanding
officer, an older man with graying hair and glasses.
"Travis, I'm Officer Weldon. I need you to be straight with me
son.....have you recently taken a hallucinogenic drug? LSD? Mushrooms?"
Travis chuckled nervously. "No, no sir. I know this sounds very strange.
But no, I'm not on drugs. You have to believe me."
The officer paused and looked at the desk clerk. He then looked back at
Travis.
"Travis, I'm going to be straight with you. I don't believe you. I think
you need to calm down and when you do, maybe we can figure out what's
really going on here. If you want to wait in our lounge, have some hot
chocolate and relax, we can talk more then...."
Upon being offered hot chocolate, Travis became extremely paranoid. It
sounded just like being back at the house with Rachel and Karen.
"No, I don't want hot chocolate," he said. "I just.....what can I
say....I need you to believe me....I was kidnapped. They tried to turn me
into a girl! She is kidnapping guys and turning them into girls....to be
sex slaves for older rich men. I don't know what else to do."
Officer Weldon shook his head. "Okay, we're just gonna have you sit in
our lounge until you come down whatever you're on. It's way too early in
the morning for a kid like you to be up. You're high on something."
"No!" asserted Travis.
The officer extended his hand assuredly. "You're not under arrest. We're
just gonna have you relax and take it easy and maybe in a couple of hours,
you'll snap to it."
"I'll just leave....I'm sorry, sorry to bother you guys...."
The officer laughed and shook his head. "No way. We can't have you going
out and about campus in your state. Look, we've seen this many times
before. In a few hours, you'll be making sense again. Follow me....you
can lay down on the couch and we won't bother you."
Travis realized he really had no choice. At least here he'd be safe and
have time to think. He followed the officers back to the back room and
flopped on the couch.
Over the next half hour, his thoughts raced all over the place. He was so
ashamed about trying to kiss his best friend! That was the thing he kept
going back to. And he kept trying to figure out how he could have let
everything happen the way it did. How did they get inside his head? He
was just a day or two from being permanently transformed into a girl!!!!
It was mind-boggling.....
At some point, he realized that he must have fallen asleep. There was a
bit of missing time and he felt groggy, thirsty. He remembered seeing a
water cooler in the main part of the office. He got to his feet and
opened the door.
The next thing he saw sent pangs of terror through him. He froze
instantly.
He saw the striking form of Ms. Dresner extending her hand in front of
Officer Weldon's eyes.
"Yes....that's it.....isn't my ring sooooo beautiful? You just love
looking into it don't you? Have you ever felt so wonderful in your life?"
She noticed Travis standing there and she looked up and smiled at him,
pulling off her sunglasses. "Oh hello, there Travis. I've been so
worried about you."
Travis remained frozen. He saw both Officer Weldon and the desk officer
had glazed dopey looks on their faces. Travis was terrified.
Ms. Dresner, satisfied that the officers were now sufficiently compliant,
reached into her purse and pulled out a driver's license and showed it to
Officer Weldon.
"Officer, I'm so sorry about my son, Travis. Travis Dresner. Here's his
driver's license."
"NO!" screamed Travis.
The desk officer bolted towards him. "I've had just enough out of you.
What's going on?"
"Officer," continued Ms. Dresner. "My son is very troubled.....he has
been extremely rebellious of late. I think he's using drugs. I hate to
think of what he was up to last night. If I can just take him home....."
"No......no.....please....she's lying....you have to let me go....."
Travis started moving quickly away from the officer but soon was backed up
against a wall.
The desk officer looked back at Ms. Dresner. "Unfortunately we are pretty
sure he's on drugs ma'am. He's not making a lot of sense."
Ms. Dresner, seeing that Travis was cornered began moving towards him.
"Travis, sweetie. Mommy loves you. Let's just take you home."
Travis started crying. "No.....no.....no.....I don't want to be a
girl.....please, let me go.....please....."
Realizing he was cornered, Travis then lunged from the wall quickly in a
direction away from the officer. Before he knew it, the officer had him
in a full nelson and on the ground. He squirmed as best he could......
.....and then he felt the tingling waves of pleasure starting from the
point on his scalp where Ms. Dresner was scratching his head. He lost
track of where he was and was unaware of anything. Unaware that he was
back on his feet. Unaware that both officers were next to him holding
both his arms. He just felt extreme warmth and pulses of wonderful
feelings moving through him.
When the feelings subsided, he was staring directly into Ms. Dresner's
heavily made up hazel eyes. She formed her glossy magenta lips into a
smile. Travis could smell her intoxicating perfume filling up his senses.
"Now," she purred. "Let's try this again." She produced from her purse a
large silver, diamond and onyx choker and fitted it around Travis' neck.
The sensation he felt was one of....complete calm. The fight was over.
It felt good not to fight anymore.
"Good," she purred. She turned to the officers. "Gentlemen, thank you
for helping me. We will be leaving now. When you hear the door close,
you will both close your eyes for 30 seconds. During that time, your
minds will reset and you will erase your memory of what happened this
morning. When you open them, you will forget either of us were ever here
and everything that happened. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," they both said in monotone.
"Good boys." She then turned to Travis. "It's nice to have you back.
Let's go."
Travis felt the calm and waves of pleasure pulsing through him as he
followed her out of the station. His only cognizant thought was one of
relief. There would be no more struggling. He could feel her control
over him resuming exponentially. And it felt wonderful.
Ms. Dresner held the passenger door open for Travis and smiled wickedly as
he got in the car without any hesitation. She got in the driver's side
and started up the car. She then turned to Travis and said, "It won't be
long before you're back to where you were, Tabitha."
Upon being called Tabitha, Travis felt a shudder of pleasure.
"But until then, I want to ask you some questions....find what's left of
Travis in there and help me learn some things. I have a unique
opportunity here. You're the first one that got away.....what's going on
in your head right now? I'm so curious! Let's have a
little.....chat.....shall we?"
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