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Behavioral Modification Punishment Alessandra Durante "What are we going to do about that boy", Peter said as he looked at his wife, Brenda. Brenda shook her head and threw up her hands as she thought about her son, James. She had thought she had raised him right. He was a respectful and polite as a child, but his teenage years had seen him turn into a completely different person. Like her husband, Brenda blamed James's friends for his bad behavior. James started hanging out with them in the private high school they attended. The wayward boys failed to fit in at first and rebelled. Finding that such rebellious action helped draw girls drawn to dangerous boys, the boys kept up their mischief. They formed a gang that prompted derision from the school jocks who knew how pathetic the gang of rich kids was. It was the wealth of their families that kept the boys from getting into too much trouble. Whenever they were caught, the best attorneys money could buy helped get them off without creating a criminal record that would follow them for the rest of their lives. Peter and Brenda had tried to keep their son away from them, but their punishments always failed to achieve the intended result. They tried incentives, but they failed too. When they promised James a Porsche if he cleaned up his act, he did so until they got him the car. Immediately after he got it, he went back to hanging out with his derelict friends. Peter wanted to take it away, but Brenda had a soft spot for her son that would not allow her to agree with the decision. As she sat on her bed, however, she gave serious thought to doing so. She figured that maybe having to go back to riding the bus would teach her son a lesson, but she knew it probably would not be enough. Peter clasped his head as he thought about what his son had done the night before. James had been caught shoplifting with his friends. Peter and the other parents were able to payoff the clerk from pressing charges, but that did little to stop his worrying. Peter knew it was just a matter of time before James did something that he could not make go away. He knew that some of his son's friends were dealing drugs. They had already been caught stealing, vandalizing homes and breaking a store front window. Peter knew he had to drive a wedge between his son and the other boys. The same thought was going through Brenda's head. She knew she could ground James, but he would not comply with his punishment. Even if she could keep him away from the other boys outside of school, she knew that he would still see them during the day unless she transferred him to a public school. Peter told Brenda what he was thinking and Brenda agreed. They had to do something to keep James away from his friends. However, they were both unsure of how to do it. Their maid, Annie, overheard their conversation. She asked, "May I make a suggestion?" "Go ahead", Peter replied. "Well, it seems to me that Mister James' friends like toughness. They like thinking that they're thugs and gangsters. You've just got to make it clear to them that Mister James isn't tough, he isn't a thug and is certainly no gangster." "How do we do that?" Brenda asked. Annie smiled and said, "What's the worst thing a man can be in the eyes of most of men?" "Gay", Brenda said, but with uncertainty in her voice. "No. That's not what it used to be", Peter countered. "That's true, but I believe she is on the right track, Sir." "What are you getting at?" Peter asked. "Are all gay guys the same?" "No, some are like regular guys and others are you know." "That's what needs to be done to James. We have to prove to the other boys that James is that way." "That's perfect. They'll disown him if he's a sissy", Brenda blurted out. "So will I! I don't want a sissy son!" Peter interjected. "Sir, if I may be frank", Annie responded. "Go on", Peter replied as he started to calm down. Annie nodded and said, "While you may not him to be a sissy, would you rather he become a prison bitch? At some point the police and DA are not going to let him off the hook. You know what will happen to a slight boy like him." Peter sat down and clasped his chin. "I guess it would be better for people to think he was a sissy than to be some guy's bride." "Exactly", Brenda added, "and it won't be forever, darling. James can go back to being a man someday; we just have to get him away from his friends." "Madame, may I suggest that you go a little further." "Why?" "It's simple. Once he goes back to being a man, even without his friends, he could still get in trouble given the attitude he's developed lately. You need to break him down and make him think like a girl." "I don't want my son..." "Please, sir, just give me the chance to explain", Annie interjected. Peter shrugged and said, "Go on." "It won't make him a girl. I doubt he'll ever really think like a real girl, but we can break him away from some of the more negative male traits he's cultivated to overcompensate for his stature, there's a good chance that he could turn his life around." Brenda nodded and looked at her husband. Peter was uneasy about the idea, but he did not have a better one. He looked at Brenda and Annie and said, "You two do what you have to do with him." -------------------------------- Friday ---------------------------- The next day, James came home from school and headed into the garage to take out his car. As he opened the door, James froze as he saw that his car was missing. 'Maybe they took it into the shop', he thought to himself as he turned and went inside the house instead. He saw his mother reading a book on the couch and asked, "Mom, where's my car? Did Dad take it to get fixed or something?" "Yes", Brenda responded coolly as she felt butterflies in her stomach. Annie overheard James's words and joined her mistress in the living room. "Well, what he do with it?" James asked as he grew impatient. "He sold it." "He what?" James shouted. "Calm down, dear. He got you a new ride." "What he get me?" James asked as he felt a little better about his father did. He figured that Peter had gotten him a better car. "Come on, dear. I'll show you where he put it." James was a little confused. He did not see a car on the block that he did not recognize, but he figured that they might have been able to hide one somewhere. He followed his mother into the backyard as Annie walked not far behind them with a slight smile on her face. James slowed down as he saw his father standing beside a bike. "Is this a joke?" James asked he looked over the pink bike, with a white seat and white wheels that was decorated with a white basket painted with sunflowers on it. "What do you mean?" Brenda asked. "You couldn't have gotten that for me." "Why not? I think it's cute. It's so your style", Brenda answered with a smile. "This is starting to piss me off. What the fuck is going on here?" "Don't talk to your mother like that", Peter admonished. "How would you like me to talk to her she's telling me to ride a girl's bike?" Brenda shook her head and said to her son, "I think it's a rather nice bike. Maybe you should take it for a spin around the neighborhood. In fact, I insist you do it." "You can't make do that. I'll look like some stupid little girl on that thing." James's parents smiled at their son's remark. Brenda looked at him with a smirk as she responded, "Jamie, you're not going to look like a girl. Trust me, though, you're going to beg to look like a girl." James shook his head, not understanding what she said and angry that she called him Jamie. James was well aware that his mother knew how much he hated it when his sister would call him that. He thought to himself, 'The hell I will, bitch. I'll never want to look a girl.' Instead, he just shook his head at her with a scowl on his face. "Well, if that's your attitude when you get a gift, Jamie, why don't you just go to your room", Brenda shouted. "Fine", James shouted. James stormed back to the door and slammed it shut behind him. He was too angry to hear that Annie and his parents were following closely behind him. As James went to open his door, Annie could not conceal her excitement. James froze as he stared at his room. The room still had the same white walls it did that morning, but his blue rug had been replaced with a pale pink carpet. He felt queasy as he looked around the room. His cherry wood colored furniture had been replaced with white furniture. A large white vanity that was decorated with painted pink flowers was prominently placed in the room. James saw his horrified reflection in its large oval mirror, but he could not process it at that moment. There was a white vanity stool similarly painted with flowers with a lavender and sage colored seat before the vanity. James managed to pull his eyes away from it and they fixated on the pictures on the wall that had replaced his pictures of rappers and bikini clad women. Framed prints of various Degas paintings were the only decorations on the wall besides a few large pink, white and red hearts and a poster of a ballerina with the words "Live to Dance" in large print. His eyes wandered over to his full size high poster bed with a Canopy Frame. A white and lavender canopy was over the bed, which was adorned with a lavender comforter. As James looked over each item in his room, his mouth opened a little more. Brenda smirked at her son and asked, "What do you think, Jamie?" James shook his head, refusing to believe what he was seeing was his room. Brenda responded to his silence by saying, "Jamie, I won't ask you again." "You can't be serious", was also James could reply. "I think your room looks a lot prettier and neater than it used to. It's even nicer than your sister's", Annie added. "I don't want it to look pretty." "Why not?" Brenda asked her son. "Because I'm a boy not a five year old girl or some fag." "You're certainly throwing a tantrum like a child", Brenda retorted. James's face grew flush before he managed to say slowly, "I'm going to leave, and when I come back, my room better be back to the way it used to be." "Or what?" Peter said breaking his silence. James looked up at his father who was a much larger man than he was and replied, "Dad, you can't be okay with this. I'm your son." "Yes, and a very ungrateful one. Your mother put a lot of work into this and you haven't even said thank you." "Thank you?" James shouted. "You're welcome", Brenda quickly responded. "I'm not thanking..." "You already did." "That didn't..." "Don't thank her yet, Jamie. Your mothers got another surprise for you", Peter said. "Hopefully that this was all a joke", James retorted to his father who responded with a stern look that caused James to stoop a little. Brenda walked into his room and threw open his closet. James almost fainted as he saw the entirely feminine wardrobe in his closet. "What do you think?" Brenda asked with a smile. "Those are girls clothes." "Oh, I think they're unisexual", Annie interjected. "There's dresses and skirts in there." "It takes a man really secure in his masculinity to wear that. Only closeted fairies have trouble putting one on", Brenda responded. "I can't wear..." "There's nothing written that says a boy can't wear a dress." James shook his head as he asked, "Where are my clothes?" "These are your clothes", Annie responded with a smile. "Where are my real clothes?" James shouted "Well, those are your real clothes, Jamie. Your old ones are gone. We gave them to good will this morning." "Okay, very funny. You all got me. Now, bring out my old stuff." "What are you talking about, Jamie?" Brenda asked. "You can't expect me to live like a girl", James replied as he put his hands on his hips, prompting smiles from Brenda and Annie. "We don't expect you to do that", Annie responded. Brenda added, "That's true, dear. We're just helping you expand your horizons, Jamie. You were in too much of a rut lately." "How am I going to going to go to school?" "Well, we have the uniforms right here", Annie said as she pointed to the identical red and black plaid skirts, white button down shirts and red sweaters. "We even got you the knee socks and tights so you can make a choice about which you'd like to wear." "How about neither?" "You know it's a requirement...." "For the girls! I'm not a girl. I'm a boy." "There's nothing in the school rule book limiting skirts to the girls, Jamie. The girls are prohibited from wearing pants, because they're just not proper attire for a young lady. The boys have a choice though." "I choose pants!" "That's a nice sentiment, Jamie, and I'm glad you think you have choice, but your mother's mind is made up and I'm with her on this", Peter said. "How could you be on her side? She's going to make me into freak!" Peter shook his head and replied, "I'm with her because you gave me no choice." "What?" James interjected. "You kept breaking our rules; you kept getting in trouble everywhere but school. You wouldn't take discipline like a man, so we have to do what we have to do." "Do you know how embarrassed..." "Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is for me to see my son come in a squad car or to have pick him up from jail. This is going to be embarrassing for everyone in this family, but you have no one to blame but yourself. You put yourself in skirts; don't put the blame on anyone else. We gave you more than enough opportunities to turn your life around, and you just blew them one by one. Well, now the big guns are out, Jamie. Welcome to your new life. We'll let you dress more like boys your age if you start behaving better, but for now, what is in that closet is all you're going to be wearing. If you think that makes you look like a fruit, take a look in your vanity and see the person who put you in that position", Peter admonished his son. James trembled before his father prior to Peter asking his wife, "Is there anything you want to add?" "Yes. Jamie, we set the bathroom up for you." "What do you want me to do?" James asked with a grimace. "You're to shave your legs and body clean. If you miss a single hair beneath your head, I swear I'll pluck each one of your eyebrow hairs out so hat you'll have to draw your eyebrows on. Now, get to it and come back to your room in the robe we left you." James knew from his mother's tone that she was not joking. Given what was going on around him, he also knew it was not an idle threat. He firmly believed that his parents had completely lost their sanity. He stood still as he pondered his options until his father told him, "Get in the bathroom and do what your mother says, before I drag you in there and do it for you." James hurried into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He wished he had someone he could call to get him help, but he knew that no help was coming. He looked over the bathroom and saw the pink razor and shaving foam in the tub as well as the pink robe that rested on a hook behind the door. James disrobed and turned on the shower. He washed himself for a good thirty minutes as he tried to figure a way out. He had to escape, but he could not see away out. Eventually, James concluded that shaving his body was not that bad. He convinced himself that no one would notice and that he had the rest of the weekend to talk his parents out of making him go through with his punishment at school. As he started shaving his legs, he thought to himself, 'I can get a reprieve for the school day. All I have to do is just change when I get back. I can be James at school, and be punished after it. There's no reason to make me an outcast. I have to explain it to them. I got to.' James finished shaving himself and stepped out of the shower. As the light bathed down on his hairless body James could not help but notice the shameful effeminacy of his body. He eyes turned away from his waif like 5'7" body that barely weighed 90 pounds. He knew that he had the lean body that, but for the absence of feminine curves and organs, most girls at his school would love to have. However, the smallness and weakness of his body made it a target for derision from his male peers and even some of the meaner girls. James looked at his body and cursed his mother's family. They were all small including his four uncles who were all under 5'6" and were similarly thin in their youth. Clutching a towel, James dried himself off and occasionally touched his hand to suddenly smooth skin. The silky feeling turned him on, which only caused him deeper shame. "I'm not a fairy, I'm not a fairy", James muttered to himself as he tried to forget his arousal over the feminine feeling of his hairless body. James thought to himself, 'It's the feeling. I would feel the same if I was touching a girl's leg. It's like that. I'm not turned on by it because it's my legs that are girlish. Not girlish. I'm not girlish. I'm not a fag. Being a little turned on by smooth legs is normal. I'm normal.' James tried to not linger as he dried himself, careful not to rub his hand against his smooth body. He finished and placed on his pink, satin robe. As he put his arms into it, James moaned a little bit as the intense feeling of pleasure overcame him. The satin felt better than even any woman's skin that ever touched his. James blushed as he felt his erection pushing at the front of his robe. He tried to get it to go down, but the continued feeling of the satin prevented that. Figuring he had no alternative but to step out of the bathroom with the erection, James opened the bathroom door and ran into his bedroom, hoping no one would see him. As James entered his bedroom, he saw Annie sitting on his bed and struggling not to laugh as she saw his manhood pushing at the front of his pink robe. James stood before her red faced as she stood up and covered her mouth to keep from laughing. Eventually she was able to say with a grin between a few laughs, "Your mother is taking you out; she laid out the clothes she wants you to wear." James saw a pair of light blue, satin panties on the bed when he walked towards his bed. They rested next to the black t-shirt, jeans and shoes his mother had left out for him. Annie smiled at James's dazed gaze at his new clothes. She coughed and said, "Your mother has decided that since you're new to this type of fashion, she should go back to picking out your outfits like when you were younger." The loss of autonomy over his clothing choices did not even register to James. He just knew that he had to wear what Brenda had left out for him and that filled him with a sense of dread. He hesitated to touch any of the garments left on his bed. After a few minutes, Annie grew impatient and said, "If you don't get dressed, I'm going to have to do it for you." The thought of her dressing him like she did when he was a child broke James's stupor. He would not give her the satisfaction of treating him like a child anymore than she was at that moment. James pulled the panties up his legs. He felt the satin brushing his legs and felt a familiar rush of pleasure from the feminine feeling. With his panties in place, he pulled off the pink robe, further exposing his erection. Annie broke out laughing and said, "Oh, Jamie, I can't believe how much you're enjoying this." "It's the fabric", James replied with reddened cheeks in a higher than normal voice that instantly humiliated him further. James tried to put it out of mind as he moved on to the next article of clothing. James took the t-shirt in his hands and looked at it with wide eyes and slack jaw. The black shirt had v-neckline, cap sleeves and was decorated with a big red heart that had a rhinestone adorned snake wrapped around it. James pulled it over his head and felt it cling to his body. James looked in his new full length mirror and saw that the shirt was skin tight on him. He shook his head at his reflection and took hold of the jeans his mother left out for him. He pulled them up his legs but could not zipper up the low rise, slim fit jeans. Annie smiled at his struggle for a moment and said, "Jamie, you're going to have to tuck yourself away to get those zipped." "What do you mean?" "You know put your junk between your legs." "It's already there." Annie laughed and replied, "No, I mean push your boys up inside you and pull your penis between your legs." James looked mortified as he tried to understand what she was telling him before he answered, "You think my balls can retract?" "Do I have to do this for you, Jamie? Is that what this is about? Do you want me to touch you?" James blushed and shook his head, disgusted at the thought of the middle aged woman touching him. 'Don't flatter yourself. I have standards', James thought to himself before he went about struggling to do what he was told. After pushing and pulling for a few minutes, James managed to get his testicles up into his body cavity and his penis between his cheeks. James pulled his panties up tight before he zipped his jeans up and buttoned them. James looked in the mirror and saw the taller than average, prepubescent girl he looked like from the neck down and wanted to cry. He had always been ashamed of his waif like physique and tried to cover it up with loose clothes, but that option was no foreclosed to him. His weakling frame was clear as day beneath his form fitting, feminine clothes. With the pants secured, James sat down on the bed to put on the white, nylon, ankle socks with a lace, ruffle top that his mother laid out for him. James worked them up his feet and underneath the legs of his boot cut jeans. He looked over his feet over and tried to console himself, 'They're not that bad. They kind of look like regular socks. I've just got to make sure I don't show the tops.' James looked over to Annie and told her what he thought. She fought the urge to laugh at him as she said, "Yes, Jamie, they kind of look like your old socks." Annie smiled as she stood up and left the room, thinking to herself, 'As long as no one looks closely.' James then turned his attention to the shoes his mother had left out for him. James looked over the black and grey, leather, Beldina oxford pumps. The pumps had a gray lace up top, side cutouts at the vamp, a rounded toe and two-inch high, rounded cone heel. He slipped the shoes onto his feet and laced them up. As James stood up, he realized that the boot cut jeans partially cover the shoes and covered almost the entire ruffle tops of his socks, which made a little more comfortable with his appearance. He thought to himself, 'They kind of look my dress shoes. The socks look like part of the shoe, don't they? Yes, it's not that bad. I don't look that much like a fruit. I can do this. If I act like a man, maybe no will notice.' Annie opened his bedroom door and told him, "Your mother is waiting." James's mind was brought back to his reality as he wondered just how girly he actually looked. 'Maybe it's worse than I think', James thought as he walked past a smiling Annie. Brenda could not help but smile as she got her first look at her partially feminized son. 'Those hooligans will never associate with a boy who looks like that', she thought as she marveled at how girlish his body was from the neck down. While she knew that he took after her side of the family, she felt that his build was even more effeminate than any of her brothers' or father's was. Brenda fought the urge to laugh as she looked at James as he walked by her with his head down. Unbeknownst to him, his girlish frame was not the only thing that his clothing exposed. As James sulked on the couch, Brenda turned to Annie and asked, "Did he see those lines?" Annie smiled as she shook her head. The two women muffled their laughs before Brenda said, "Let's go, Jamie. It's getting late." James hung his head and walked over to his mother. "Don't forget your purse, dear", Annie said as she picked up a brown, leather pocketbook and handed it to James. James picked it up and felt more uncomfortable with it. "Don't worry; it's a European Shoulder bag. It's made just for men", Annie said, barely able to conceal her delight in James's descent into femininity. James felt slightly better about putting the purse on his shoulder and figured that he could pass for a Frenchman. 'They're all effeminate, but straight', he figured. James looked around as they headed out the door, he saw one person down the block, but no one was close by. He darted to the car and hid behind it until his mother unlocked the doors to let him inside. James felt queasy the entire car ride as they drove to the shop his mother had bought a number of his new clothes from. The car came to a stop in front of the store, and James hesitated for a second before he opened the car door. He stepped out of the car and walked beside his mother as he prayed inside his head that no one he knew would see him. As they walked into the women's clothing shop, James felt the eyes of the women in the store upon him. He heard muffled and unrestrained laughter as he walked beside his mother and believed that it was all directed at him. James heard his shoes clicking on the tile floor and felt like crying as his every step announced his presence. His mother took him to a jewelry boat and started looking through it. She picked out a silver necklace with multiple rows of silver chains dangling from the necklaces hoop detailed sides and a silver, crystal cuff bracelet adorned with rhinestones. The amused female clerk took them out and handed them to Brenda. Brenda put them on her son, who blushed from the embarrassment he felt as he heard teenage girls snickering as they walked past him. When the girls got a little farther away, he heard one say, "What a total sissy", prompting her friends to laugh. The clerk brought James in front of a mirror and asked, "What do you think?" James looked at the chains of the necklace resting midway down his shirt and wanted to cry at the male reflection staring back at him, adorned in girly-girl garb. Brenda answered for him, "We will take them, and do you have any matching earrings?" "We have plenty of silver earrings right over here." "Oh, lovely. Do you still do piercing here?" "Only ear and nose piercings. Corporate decided to stop with the other piercings because they were deemed not family friendly." "That's understandable, I suppose. I could see getting rid of tongue rings or lip rings, but they got rid of belly piercings too?" "Yes, they're popular, but there was an incident in another store." "Oh", Brenda said as she perused the silver earrings while James looked on confused. He had recently asked if he could get his left ear pierced, but his parents had threatened to take his car away if he did. Now, he looked on as his mother made plans to have both of his ears pierced. Trying to look on the bright side, James thought, 'I could just pull the right one out and this will be fine.' Brenda picked out two silver studs and told the clerk to pierce James's ears. James sat down and was content with the piercing. He figured that at least something good was coming out of the day. James cringed as the clerk pierced his right ear. The pain was surprising to him even though he knew from others that there was a fleeting pain involved. The left ear was then pierced before James was allowed to look at his newly pierced ears. James gasped at the silver tone, heart shaped rhinestones studs that were in his ears. He wanted to pull them out right then, but he did not have the courage to. Brenda paid for the jewelry as James rubbed his piercings before she pulled James to his feet. As they walked towards a rack of clothes, one of the clerks asked Brenda if she would like to sample a new perfume. She shook her head but said, "Jamie would though." Before Jamie could react he was sprayed with the flowerily perfume. James started to breath quickly as he smelt the feminine smell around him that he could not escape. As humiliated as he was that the smell was coming off of him, he was excited by it as well. He tried to think something else as they walked to the rack. He hoped that his arousal was not able to be seen through his pants as he blushed beside his mother. A girl walked by and had to put her hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter. James was sure she saw his erection, but she actually noticed his visible panty line as he was standing before a rack. The girl went over to her teenaged friends and said something. James blushed as the girls made their way over and all causally checked out his rear and laughed. Brenda smirked and looked at her son's rear and said, "Jamie, you really should have worn a thong with those jeans. They're too tight and light for panties, everyone getting a good look at your panty lines." James hung his head and fought the urge to cry. The humiliation he was feeling was becoming too great. He was relieved by the fact that his mother decided that they had shopped enough after she picked out a pair of distressed jean shorts for him that were decorated with white, crochet detailed sides. The clerk who rang up the purchase smirked at James and said, "Are these for you?" "They sure are. I spoil my Jamie so much", Brenda interjected, prompting the clerk to giggle before she gave Brenda her receipt. James felt like dying as he stood beside his mother before they exited the building. As he stepped into his mother's car, James fought back tears. He felt like lashing out at her, but he felt too defeated to stage an act of defiance. Brenda noticed the sullen look on her son's face and knew that the punishment was working. She knew that he had never missed a chance to shout lately, but after only a few hours of forced feminineness, he was already better behaved than he had been in years. When they got back to their home, James saw his sister, Cheryl, through the front window. She had gotten back from cheerleading practice an hour earlier. James cringed as he saw his girly-girl sister was wearing less girlish clothing than he was. Cheryl was lounging on the living room couch dressed in a plain white, cotton t-shirt and baggy Abercrombie and Fitch sweats as she waited for dinner. James did not want to face her dressed like he was, but he knew she was going to find out sooner or later. Part of him realized there was no escaping it. James figured he might as well get the embarrassment out of the way as quickly as possible. He followed his mother into the house. Cheryl smiled at her mother before she caught sight of her brother. She fell off the couch laughing as James squirmed beside his mother before he put down his purse. "OMG, Daddy was serious! What a little flamer." "I'm not gay", James shouted. "Sure, big sis. Whatever." "They're making me..." "They're making you. You're 16, and your parents are making you dress up like that, sounds like a sissy boy to me." As his embarrassment deepened, James snapped. He could not take it anymore and he went to shove his sister. Cheryl laughed as she dogged his shove and gave him one of her own. James felt her shove his side and stumbled before he lost his balance in his low heels. Cheryl broke out laughing as she watched him rub his slender side on the floor. 'Well, getting beat up by his little sister should just about break him', Brenda thought with a smile as she turned and headed for the kitchen where Annie was finishing making dinner for the family. Cheryl's laughter cut through James and he had to bite his lip to keep from breaking down into tears he knew would earn him nothing more than further mockery from his sister. James pulled off the shoes he felt had caused him to fall down from his sister's blow. Cheryl saw the frilly tops of his nylon socks and started giggling uncontrollably. James's eyes started to well up as he rushed to the stairs and headed for his room. He slammed the doors shut and started crying into his satin comforter. After over an hour of sobbing, James heard a knock on the door. "What?" James replied between sniffles. Annie responded, "Dinner is ready, come on down." James nodded to himself and forced himself out of bed. He took off his necklace and bracelet before he headed down the stairs. As he reached the table, Brenda and Peter noticed James's reddened eyes and felt that maybe their punishment was working. James sat down and waited in silence for his meal. Annie walked out with a steak dinner for his parents and sister, but she placed a salad in front of James. "Why don't I get any steak", James asked meekly. "You have to watch your figure", Brenda said as she started to cut up her steak. "How much thinner could I get", James countered before he took a bite of the salad. "Lets find out", Brenda retorted with a smile that James felt was both cruel and menacing. The smile told James that he had no hope of convincing his mother to alter the terms of her punishment. He knew then that he would have to plan his escape. --------------------------------- Saturday ------------------------- Before the sun rose the next morning, James awoke with a purpose. He knew that he had to escape what his parents had planned for him. He could not live with it anymore. He turned on his light and went through his closet to pick out the least effeminate clothing he had to pick from. James selected a pair of low cut jeans and a plain white, button down shirt. He then started looking through his shoes. Cursing his mother for not getting him any shoes that were gender neutral or good for athletics, James put on a pair of pair of black boots with a two inch, wedge heel. James then left his room and went downstairs to look for his parents' car keys. He searched the house before he realized that his parents had locked away the keys to their cars. Not willing to leave on his bike or his sisters, James knew that he would have to leave on foot. James took money from his mother's pocketbook before pulled out his earrings and placed them in it. He then rushed out of the house without showering because he did not want to wake his parents with the sound of the running water. His nose was too accustomed to the smell to even notice the residue of the perfume on him from the day before. He reached a bus stop, and waited for the first bus to come. He had no idea where he was going, but he knew he to get away from his family. He paid his fair and sat on the back of the bus, hoping that no one would notice how girlish his attire was. As the bus made its way through a seedier neighborhood, James got his first view of true poverty. Soon three large men in identical colors entered the bus. James knew that the muscle-bound, tattooed men were real gang members unlike the faux gangsters that he and his friends tried to pass themselves off as. Two of the men took a seat in front of him, while the other took a seat next to him. He looked James over and smirked. He motioned at his friends and said, "Check out the fag." The men looked over James. He could feel the meanness and disdain in their glares. "Where you from, sissy?" One of the men asked. James pretended not to hear him. The man next to him leaned towards James and said, "Answer the man, bitch." "I'm not a sissy", James replied meekly. The men started to laugh. One replied, "Really then what's with the perfume and the girls' clothes." "They're men's clothes and the perfume rubbed off from my girlfriend", James said in a feeble attempt to explain himself to the imposing men. The men laughed at his pathetic excuse before the man repeated, "I asked where you were from, bitch?" "I'm not a bitch." "You smell like a bitch. Now what kind of man smells like a bitch?" "I bet he's gonna piss himself like one soon too", one of his friend's chimed in. James looked for a way to escape, but the men had trapped up against one of the sides of the bus. He could never get passed them to the door. He hoped the bus driver would intervene, but he seemed oblivious as to what was going on in the back of the bus. One of the men put his hands on James's arms and said, "Look at this, smooth like a bitch." James wanted to recoil, but he was frozen in fear. The man soon pulled open James's shirt and saw his hairless chest. "Wow, so you like feeling like a bitch, huh, boy?" "What? No." "I'll make you feel like a bitch, if you want." "No", James said as tears started to come down his face as the man forced James's head toward his crotch while the other men cheered him on. James managed to free his head and tried to climb over him. The man shoved James against the window of the bus as it came to a stop. The force cracked the window and attracted the attention of a police officer. The men saw him staring at them and rushed off the bus. The cop wanted to run after them, but he had to know if James was not injured first. As the cop entered the bus and asked James what happened, James broke into tears. The police officer took James off the bus and put him in his squad car. He began driving him to the station so that James could make a report about the men. As the cop drove, he asked, "Where are you from?" James told him where he lived. The police officer turned around and asked, "You live there! What were you doing on that bus?" "I was running away", James admitted, too shaken to formulate a lie. "Son, what the hell is wrong with you? How could you run away? Don't you know how dangerous this place is?" James shook his head and tried to mumble out what had happened to him. "This isn't your upper crest neighborhood. I know life might be hard for someone like you, but you can't make out here. People like you end up dead out here in no time with those types." 'People like me', James repeated the officers words to himself in his head. 'I'm just a fag to everyone now', he thought. The officer drove James to the station and took his statement regarding the attempted rape. Despite his protests, the officer called James's parents and told them to come pick him up. James begged to be allowed to leave, but the officers would not let him. Even after he explained everything that had happened the prior day, the officers told him they had no choice but to turn him over to his parents because he was a minor and they had committed no crime. Peter and Brenda arrived and picked up their son. When one of the officers confronted Peter about what he was doing to James, Peter told the officer every detail about what his son had done. The officer shook his head and said, "I would have sent him to military school It's better than having a...girlish son." "I don't think that school would work for him. I'd rather my son be man, but I'd rather he not end up dead or in prison than be a sissy. That's how I see it. The officer threw up his hands and walked away before Peter put his arm around James and led him to the car. They drove home in silence. James's mind kept going over what had happened to him and what had almost happened to him. James realized that he had no ability to escape until he was an adult. 'Just ten more months', he thought to himself. When they reached the house, Peter escorted James into the house and sat him down in the living room. James squirmed in his seat with his chin in his chest as his parents took turns berating him for his foolishness. As Brenda shouted at him, she took his earring studs out her bags and forcibly put them back into his ears. James listened in silence as they shouted that they would have to be harder on him than they were before. They told him that they had to double down on his punishment. "You think you lost your freedom before? Well, now, you're the junior maid around here." "The what?" James asked, breaking his three hour long silence. "You're Annie's little helper whenever you're in this house. Do you understand? What ever she asks you to do around here, you'll be doing it", Brenda shouted. James looked at his mother and said, "You have to be kidding me? You haven't humiliated me enough?" "You ran away, so what do you think? If you thought it was bad before, now, you'll get to see it can get worse." "I'm sorry for running away, mom." "That's another thing. You need to start calling me mommy like your sister. I'm mommy and your father is daddy." "Oh, come on, that's too much. Dad doesn't want me calling him that." While James was right, Peter felt compelled to say, "Your mother is right. Call me daddy from now on." James hung his head as he shook it and clasped the sides of his head. "Do you understand?" Brenda asked her son. James nodded and muttered, "Yes, mommy. Yes, daddy." Hearing his son call him daddy made Peter feel uncomfortable. However, he knew that his son needed to be broken so he would have to deal with it. Brenda still did not feel it was enough. She continued, "Since you're technically the help, you're going to have to call your sister Miss Cheryl just like Annie does." James's jaw dropped before he responded, "You can't make me do that. I can't serve her. She'll abuse me every chance she gets." "Tough, Jamie. This is the tough love that you sorely need." Annie listened from the other room with a smile. She could not wait to break in her junior maid. She walked in and said, "Madame, what will Jamie be calling me?" Brenda smirked and said, "You are his boss now, so I guess he should call you Miss Annie too." James shook his head back and forth as he tried to deny everything that was going on around him. He pinched himself hoping in vain that it was all a dream a He wanted so badly to not be working for someone who had always called him Master James. Now, he was just Jamie to her, and she was elevated above him. No matter how hard, James pinched himself, nothing changed. With the past two days experiences running through his mind, James knew that he was stuck as the junior maid for almost a year. Annie smiled at Brenda and Peter and asked, "Can I get him started?" "Feel free", Brenda replied. Annie clapped her hands and said, "Come along, Jamie." James got to his feet and walked over to Annie. Annie smiled as she took James into his room to find something appropriate for him to clean in. She went through James's closet and said, "I'm sorry that we don't have a uniform for you, Jamie. I wasn't expecting this. I really wasn't, but it will be nice to have some help around here." James hung his head as he thought about what had gone wrong in his life. He had gone from a coddled rich boy to the family help in less than half a week. As she looked through his clothes, she settled on a simply grey, sleeveless, cotton dress. She handed it to James and said, "This will have to do until we can get you a uniform." James was expressionless as he took the dress in his hands. Annie then looked through his shoes. She shook her head before she looked at James and said, "Your mother really didn't get you any sensible shoes." A slight laugh came out of James as he remembered thinking the very same thing earlier that morning. After looking at the shoes for a good ten minutes, she decided to have him wear a pair of black, one inch heeled sandals with a leather t-strap. She shook her head as she gave them to James before saying, "We have to talk to your mother about getting you some flats that aren't as nice as your ballet flats. They're simply to nice to let me let you work in." James nodded with a blank expression on his face as he took them from her. He waited for her to leave the room before he changed into the outfit she decided would be his makeshift uniform. After dressing, James reported to Annie and asked, "What do I have to do first, Miss Annie?" Annie smiled at the sarcastic way she said her name and replied, "Go get some milk." "I don't have a car, and they tore up my license." "You've got a bike and the store's not that far away", Annie said with a smile as she cleaned a counter top. "Please no. Not that. Let me work here. I'll do whatever you're doing. You should go to the store. It's like a break for you." "Well, it's work for me and it's work for you. I'm more experience around the house than you are so I'll keep cleaning and you can go get what your parents are going to need for tomorrow morning." Realizing that his pleas were falling on deaf ears, James resigned himself to going to the local convenience store in a dress on the most girlish bike he had ever seen. He went out into the garage and took hold of his bike. He opened the garage door and looked around. James wheeled the bike out and closed the door behind him. He got onto his bike and slowly peddled towards the curb. Satisfied that no one was around, he began to peddle as fast as he could. He darted down the streets slower than he used to because the sandals interfered with his peddling in a way that his sneakers never had. James kept his head down the entire way careful to try to shield his face from passing cars. He hoped that all they would see was a short haired young girl. However, James knew that he would not be as lucky with the clerks at the convenience store. He frequently shopped there, and they all knew him by name. James wheeled his bike up to the store and chained it up to a bike rack before he hurried inside before a bunch of teenage girls exited the neighboring salon. James breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the girls pass by the convenience store as he ducked behind shelves filled with snack foods. He was relieved that the store was fairly empty as he went back to the cooler and picked out a half gallon of milk. He carried it towards the clerk and felt his stomach turning as the teenaged girl broke out into laughter. Her manager came out and started chuckling and asked, "What the hell is up with you, James? Did you lose a bet or something? James nodded and went with the suggestion. He lied, "Yes, I lost a bet with my sister. I'm a man of my word, so I'm living with the consequences." The girl giggled and said, "Please don't call yourself a man when you're in a dress. Let me ring you up." James handed over the milk and she saw his hairless arms and legs and smiled as her Middle Eastern boss went into the backroom. "You didn't lose a bet did you?" "No, no I..." "Honey, your legs and arms are shaven clean." "That was part of it", James explained. "What did you bet on? You had to think you'd win, if this was the stakes." "I was sure", James lied once more. The girl shook her head and replied, "Whatever you say, girlfriend, but I can tell. A girl can always tell." "Tell what?" James asked as he handed her his money with a shaking hand. The clerk laughed and shook her head as she answered, "Here's your change. Do you want a bag with that?" "No." "Have a nice day, oh, and I love your sandals. They're very flirty." James blushed as he scurried out of the store. He was in such a hurry he walked straight into a middle aged biker. The man started to snicker at him as James apologized and ran past him to this bike. The man looked over to his companion and said, "Did you see that fairy?" Both men looked back at James as he unlocked bike and broke out laughing when they saw his wheels. James blushed and put his head down. He tried to not look at them, hoping that if he kept them out of sight, their words would not cut him so. James jumped on his bike hoping that no one else would see him as he road back home. He peddled as he fast he could down the streets before he pulled up at his house. He wheeled the bike back into the garage and carried the milk into the kitchen. As he walked out of the kitchen, Annie walked in and asked, "So was that hard?" James nodded and said, "Very difficult, all these people made fun of me." "Were they adults?" "Yes." "Well, they're very immature. You look great, dear. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." James rolled his eyes and went to walk past Annie. Annie put out her hand and asked, "And where do you think you're going?" "To my room", James replied after a brief hesitation. "Oh, no, Jamie, we have work to do." "What do you want me to do now?" "Please don't whine when you ask me that, Jamie, unless you want to be getting all the laundry and doing all of the shopping from now on. James thought about telling her off, but he knew she could make his less even more miserable than it already was. He huffed and asked, "What do you want me to do, Miss Annie?" "We need to get you to your uniform fitting." "Can't you just get something, I can throw on." "No, no, Jamie. We need you to look presentable when you're working around this house." James shook his head, but he saw no reason to fight it. He figured, 'At least this will get me out of some housework.' Annie told him to get ready to go because she had made an appointment with a shop. James went over to pick up his pocketbook as Annie walked towards the door. As Annie opened the front door, James picked up his pocketbook and headed towards her. He walked over to Annie's 1995 Saturn coup. He opened the passenger side door and waited for Annie to drive him for his fitting. They arrived at the shop after a ten minute drive. The clerk came out and said hello to Annie. "Is this your lovely junior maid", the clerk asked, not mentioning James's cross-dressing. "Yes, this is Jamie, Diane", Annie replied. "Nice to meet you, Jamie", Diane said. James shook her hand and said with a forced smile, "Nice to meet you too." Diane showed James over to where she wanted him to stand. She started to take his measurements and grinned as she took his waist size. "You really are a rail of thing", Diane said as she wrote down his waist's measurements. "I've been told", James muttered. "You're so lucky, you don't know what I'd give to be that thin", the slightly overweight said as she went to measure his chest. James shrugged before the woman continued, "And your legs are so long and slender. Very delicate, just like your hands and arms, I bet you there are a lot of girls who are jealous of you." "I doubt it", James muttered as he blushed at being given complements for the effeminacy of his body. Annie shook her head as he looked at James and said, "Jamie, Diane gave you a complement. You should thank her." "Thanks", James muttered. "Is there anything about her you like?" Annie asked. James wanted to say no, but he knew she might get offended and do something to humiliate him with the uniforms. So James smiled and said, "I like her hair, it's very pretty." Annie smiled before Diane remarked, "I knew gentlemen preferred blondes, I guess girls like Jamie do as well." James blushed at being called a girl before Annie remarked, "Why don't you dye your hair blonde, Jamie, if you like it so much." "It wouldn't work for me", James said as he continued to blush, hoping that he had not given Annie any ideas. Diane finished taking James's measurements and told Annie that she would have two of the uniforms ready by Tuesday, and that the other three would be ready by Friday. Diane then gave Annie the bill so she could review it. After Annie finished paying for the uniforms with the money that Brenda had given her, she went back to her car with James. They then drove back to the house. As James put down his purse, Annie smiled and said, "Are you ready to work?" "It's getting late, don't we need to start dinner." "Don't worry about dinner. Your parents are going out and so is your sister, so it's just us two tonight." "Well, then why are we going to kill ourselves?" James asked. "We've got to make up for that time we spent getting you fitted for your uniforms. So go to the closet and get the vacuum and take care of the bedrooms while I clean up in the kitchen." James wanted to tell her off for giving him orders, but he knew he could not get away with it. His parents would simply find another way to make his life a living hell. So James complied with her order. He vacuumed each bedroom before Annie made him dust the rooms as well. After sharing a salad for dinner, Annie gave him one final order before he was allowed to turn in for the night. James set about cleaning each of the house's bathrooms. As he scrubbed the toilet of his parent's master suite on his knees, James's mind could not help but think about what his parents were doing. They were out at a friend's party. His sister was out at party. While the rest of his family had fun, he was scrubbing their toilets. The unfairness of the situation as he perceived it made him cut corners, which only resulted in Annie making him do the work over. By the time he finished, his body was too sore for the unfairness of the situation to bother him that much. --------------------------------- Sunday --------------------------- James heard a knock on his door as he saw the early morning sunlight on Sunday morning. He struggled to manage the energy to say, "What?" "It's time to get up", Annie replied. "It's Sunday. You don't work on Sundays, why should I?" "You're not working, you've got church." "Church?" James repeated. "Yes, your mother thinks you and your sister need some values." Annie heard James grunt and stumbled out of bed in his teal, satin nightshirt. He walked out of his bedroom and went downstairs and walked into the kitchen. Cheryl gave him a peeved look and snarled, "Thanks Sis, because you had to be a dick, Mommy thinks we all need a little more church." James managed to smile. He was happy that his punishment was adversely affecting his sister given how she much seemed to revel in his humiliation. 'Serve's you right he thought as he poured himself a bowl of cereal.' After eating, James stepped into the shower and headed into his room. James looked at the outfit his mother set out for him and started to shake. The top was a simple white button down shirt. Only the side the buttons were located on indicated that it was made for a woman. He picked the shirt and saw the pair of pants left underneath them. They were black dress pants that flared out at the bottom of the legs and zipped in the back. James knew they were decidedly feminine, but he hoped that somehow no one would notice. It's not like a skirt he figured. He saw the lump beneath the pants where he knew his shoes were located. With a trebling hand, James lifted the pants and saw what his mother had planned for him. There was a pair of black, sheer pantyhose and 3 inch heeled, black, satin pumps with a black bow on the vamp. James knew that there was no denying the feminineness of the shoes. He certainly could not explain it away. James had to fight the urge to cry as he pulled off his satin robe and started to dress. A feeling of arousal accompanied the sensations he felt as he worked his pantyhose up his legs before he put on the rest of his clothes. When he finished dressing, James walked over to his full length mirror. He nearly turned an ankle as he tried to take a step away from the reflection of his feet in the mirror. 'How am I going to hide that? I look like a chick ', he thought after steadying himself on his bed, forgetting for a second how the women he saw the day before viewed him. James walked out of his room and went to the stairs. He descended them carefully, making sure one foot felt secure before he moved the other down the next step. His mother heard him coming down the steps and met him at the base of the stairs. She smiled and said, "You look lovely. I bet some of the girls are going to be so jealous of those shoes." James blushed and nodded, submissively agreeing with her statement. Cheryl came down the steps not long after dressed in a short skirt, patterned tights, high heels and a tight blouse. Brenda shook her head at her and ordered her to change her top to something more modest before her father saw her. James laughed at his mother's admonishment, prompting a stare from Brenda. As Cheryl walked up the stairs, Brenda came over to him and said, "I may have to start dressing your sister too if she going to dress like a tramp." Shortly after Cheryl came back down the steps in a turtleneck sweeter, Peter asked his family if they were ready to go. They all nodded and followed him to the car. After his prior humiliations, James had no qualms about stepping outside as he was dressed. It was not any worse than anything else he had worn, he figured. However, as the car got closer to the church, James began to start trembling. Cheryl smirked and whispered, "Afraid someone you know is going to see that you're a fairy?" James glared at her despite the fact that they both knew that Cheryl was right. He was petrified about being recognized and felt sick to his stomach about it. The car pulled into the church parking lot, and James followed the rest of his family out of the car. They walked towards the doors together, but James froze before he entered. "What's wrong, dear", Brenda asked. "I can't go in there like this. Everyone will see me." "Of course they will. What's the problem?" Brenda replied. "They'll wonder why I'm dressed like this. I'm a boy." "No, they'll think you're a sissy", Cheryl retorted to her older brother, who quite frequently picked on her since he started high school. "Shush, little girl or you'll be cleaning the bathroom and not Annie for the next week", Brenda scolded her daughter. Cheryl clammed up and nodded. "As for you, Jamie, you've got to deal with this. So come along." James refused to move as tears formed in his eyes. Peter shook his head and said, "You two go ahead and save us a seat. I'll deal with Jamie." James started to shake as he stared up at his father's stern face. The imposing, 6'2", 255 pound man peered down at his satin, pump wearing son and said, "I always told you being a man was tough, Jamie. I said it takes a lot of strength and doing shit you don't want to do. Do you think I want to go in there with you looking like some sissy? Do you think I want everyone to be muttering about Peter Swann's sissy son? I don't, but I have to because it's best for you because of what you did to your life. You hung out with those douche bags, wannabe thugs you called friends. You kept getting yourself in trouble. We gave you every opportunity to turn your life around, but you didn't take it. It's your fault your mother made you into a sissy. Do you understand?" James sniffled and nodded. Peter peered down at James and said, "Good. Now, are you going to come inside, or I'm going to have to spank you and carry you in there like a bad little girl?" "I'll go in there, Daddy. I'm sorry", James said as he remembered to refer to his father the way his sister did. Peter was still not comfortable hearing that word from his son, but knew it was part of the punishment. He escorted his son to the door and opened it for him. James took a deep breath and walked into the church. He cringed as he heard the clicking sound of his heels on the marble floor reverberating throughout the church. He saw eyes become fixated on him and his eyes darted to the floor as he heard chuckles and laughter around him. The blushing boy took a seat next to his mother and sister and waited for the service to start. As the service began and went on, James's feet began to hurt from the unnatural position of his feet. He tried to take off his shoe to massage his foot, but his mother stopped him and gave him an angry look. As James looked around and saw the mocking faces staring at him, he wondered if his life could get any worse. ---------------------------------- Monday ------------------------- As his alarm clock went off Monday morning, James stumbled out of bed to turn it off as he did every school day. It took a few seconds for it to dawn on James that the school day would not be like all the others. James knew what was in store for him. He had been dreading it all weekend. He was well aware that the news of his new look had probably already spread around part of the school given the looks he received from the few classmates that attended his church. He knew that at least some of them had been given time to prepare the insults they were sure to hurl at him. Thoughts about what he was going to face made James's stomach turn as he walked towards the bathroom to take his morning shower. He stepped into it and washed himself before he shaved his body hair and stepped out of the shower. After walking out of the bathroom in his pink satin robe, James walked back into his bedroom. By the time he got there, Annie had already laid out his school uniform. James looked over the familiar girls' uniform his sister wore to school everyday. James's eyes fixated on the just above the knee, plaid skirt that was primarily red. James thought back to how many leers the better looking girls at the school got everyday as they walked down the schools corridors in those skirts. Next to the skirt was the school's plain white blouse, while the school's red and green patterned tie rested on top of it. The uniform's green v-neck sweater was situated beside the blouse. James shook his head as his eyes moved onto the pair of black tights and pair of black knee socks that rested behind the rest of the clothing. Unknown to James, Annie was watching him as his eyes examined the clothing. Annie smiled as she said, "Your mother wanted to give you some choice in your clothing today. So you get to pick to decide between the knee socks and the tights." James nodded as he muttered to himself, "Some choice." Annie heard his words and through a smile she added, "Hurry up in here. You've to got eat breakfast and brush your teeth if you want to catch a ride to school with your mother and sister. If you don't, well you're going to have to take the bus." James's head jerked up as he reached down to the bed and picked up the blouse. While James hated the idea of wearing the uniform, he was scarred of what would happen to him if he wore it on the bus. While he knew he would be harassed in the school, he felt that at least there was enough security in the school that he would not have to worry about being beaten up. As Annie left the room and closed the door behind her, James started hastily dressing. He put on the blouse and tie before he put on the sweater. James paused as he looked at the tights and knee socks. Knowing that it was dreary day outside, with a slight drizzle, James thought about what the girls at his school tended to wear on such days. He decided to put on the tights in the hopes that they would keep him warm. With the tights and skirt on, James took hold of his uniform's black, one-inch heeled shoes and carried them out of the room. He placed them by the front, beside his sister's identical pair before he went into the kitchen. By the time James entered the kitchen, Annie had already prepared his breakfast. Instead of his usual cereal, he had a bowl of oatmeal like his sister. He knew better than to inquire about the reason. He knew that he would only hear a response telling him that he had to eat it to watch his figure. After brushing his teeth after breakfast, James grabbed his school bag and waited for his sister and mother to be ready to leave. They were ready soon after, and he followed them to the car. James went to enter the passenger side seat, but his mother told him, "That spot's for good girls, not you." "That's right, naughty sissies ride in the back", Cheryl added. James put his head down and entered the car through the passenger side rear door. He slid himself over behind the driver's seat and tried to hide himself from view as best he could. As his mother started the car, she saw what James was doing. She turned and shouted, "No slouching, Jamie. I will not tolerate such bad posture from one of my girls." James frowned at her and slowly pushed himself up. Brenda shook her head and replied,