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Mrs. Mason's New Nightmare. This is an original story based on the characters in "Slumber Party Nightmare". When I first read and rewrote that story I didn't think that those characters deserved what happened to them. So when I wrote another story using the Mrs. Mason theme I made sure they did deserve it. Years later I don't think it matters anymore for these type of stories. This is my first original story written a long time ago. You will notice a lot of the same themes as the last one. I don't mind repeating myself, so no need to tell me I am repeating myself ;-) Comments welcomed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Linda, came running home crying. She slammed the door and ran straight up to her room. A couple moments later, her mom, Mrs. Mason followed her up to her room. Linda was lying on her bed, face down, sobbing uncontrollably into her pillow. "There, there, now, honey what's wrong?" Mrs. Mason, tried to hug her daughter, but Linda pushed her away. "Honey, you know I'm there for you, but I can't help you if you don't tell me what is wrong." "Mom, mom, it was so horrible, I told him to stop but he wouldn't" Mrs. Mason knew what was coming next, she was afraid to ask, but she had to know. "To stop what???" "He...he...raped me!!!" "Who did?" "Randy Grenfield, that's who and his older brother, Chuck, just watch and didn't do anything." "Tell me exactly what happened." "Well it all started this morning. A couple of the girls and I was in the hallway waiting between class and Chuck, was walking down the hall. I smiled at him, I thought he was so cute, and you know his family is so rich. Anyway, I smiled and he smiled back and come up to us. I thought it was so cool him talking to me, you know he's a senior and it would be so cool for me, a freshman, to be going out with a senior. Especially that senior. We got to talking and he told me to meet him after school. That he would drive me home in his car. I couldn't believe it. I said "YES" in a minute. I was thinking about it all day. After school, I went outside to the parking lot where he told me to meet him and he was there, him and younger brother Randy . So we all got into the car, Chuck was driving. Randy and I were also in the front seat. I was sitting between them. And they was suppose to make a turn on Decker to go to our house, but they continued straight down Lock Street and I was between them so I couldn't get out. They drove to the park and Randy got out. I got out too and tried to bolt, but Randy tackled me, he told me, that he always had a crush on me and then he-he-he put his hand.....and he took his....and I was screaming stop and help....and Chuck was there watching us and he did it to me. And......and it hurt and I couldn't do anything. When he was done. They put me back in the car and said, don't tell anyone. They won't believe you anyway. My family has the best lawyers in town. Then they dropped me off and I ran out of the car, and here I am." "You hush now, Mommy will make it all better. I promise, I'll make it all better...." Linda, didn't go to school the next day. Mrs. Mason was psychiatrist working for the government. She knew about an experimental drug, that opens the mind. Given in small doses, this drug puts the subject in a trance somewhat like hypnotism, but in larger doses, it forces the subconscious open. I'll give them a very large dose. I will be able to find certain behavior patterns and modify them. Mrs. Mason got the drug and gave some in coke to her daughter. She gave her a small dose now, just to get her over this for now. She decided she'll give her the bigger dose later, if needed to make her forget it totally. I'm a few minutes, Linda was in a trance. "Linda, can you hear me?" "Yes, Mom." "Linda, an awful thing happened to you yesterday, I want you to think of it, as if it happened to someone else. You will remember it, and you will think it is horrible, but it won't effect you." "Yes, mom." "You can wake up now." "Mom, I feel much, much better. I remember everything, but it doesn't feel like it was happening to me." "Good." "But mom, you didn't you just make me forget it completely?" "Because, those 2 boys, must get the punishment, they deserve. I need you to be clear headed to trap them so I can, punish them." "What do you want me to do?" "You have to put one of these pills in their drink. It'll take a couple of minutes for these drugs to take effect. They will do pretty much anything you tell them, but I need to inject them with the full undiluted drug, to do a permanent change. When they are in a trance, tell them to, go to the bank, each of them, take out 5,000 out of their account apiece. They are rich, getting that much money shouldn't be hard, and then come here. Tell them, once they get here, to fall asleep." "Mom, do you think getting money will do anything???" The money is for something else I have planned, just tell them and then meet me here" Linda, did as her mom said and all went as planned. Once both boys were asleep, Mrs. Mason brought out the full strength drug and injected both boys. Since they were asleep it was easy. Mrs. Mason woke Chuck first. Chuck looked around wondering what he was doing here. "So, your younger brother raped my pretty little girl and you watched." "No, nothing happened, he didn't rape anyone" "Chuck, from now on, you must tell me the truth. Now I'll ask again, did your younger brother rape my girl?" "Yes" "Did you watch?" "Yes" "Why did you watch?" "Randy and I had it all planned. He wanted to have sex with your daughter, and I was supposed to look out and make sure no one caught us." "Have you always looked out for your brother?" "Yes" "Well that is very nice of you, I think you should continue, but with a few changes....." Chuck, knew he had to get out of here, but he couldn't leave his brother here, alone. He could see, Randy, sleeping on the couch. "Randy, randy, wake up we have to get out of here!!!" he shouted. "Chuck, do not speak unless spoken to, and don't try to run or move until I tell you." Chuck was instantly glued to the spot, couldn't speak or move. "Well, let's make some changes." Linda, was standing right by her mother, smiling. Her mom did promise that she would make sure these two got what they deserved and now Linda was sure of it." "You look mature for your age, how old are you? "17" "No that is not right, you are not 17, you are 71, a senior citizen you was born in 1928. What is your birthday?" "February 24, 1928" "What is you're marital status?" "I have never been married." "No that isn't right, you are a widow, your husband of 51 years died two years ago." Mrs. Mason continued, "What is you full name?" "Charles Scott Grenfield" "I don't think I like that name for you, let's see....you're name is Sylvia Charlene Fields, you do not have any other name. That has always been your name since you got married. Before that, you was born Sylvia Charlene Grenfield. But you think of yourself as Mrs. Sylvia Charlene Fields, the widowed wife of Mr. Charles Scott Fields. You do not remember any other name. Now what is you name?" "Mrs. Fields" What is your full name? "Sylvia Charlene Fields" "Sylvia, do you have any money on you?" "Yes, I have $5,000" "Give me the money." Chuck, gave her the money. Mrs. Mason took the money, took $200 and gave it to Linda. "Linda, I need you to go to the mall and get me a few things. Let's see, first I need some plane white brief panties, size, 9. yeah size 9. Get a white long-line posture bra size 44D. A girdle, a pair of support pantyhose. Um, let's see, a long floral dress with long sleeves, one that an old woman would wear, you know shoes too. Also get a hat with a vail that old women wear. You know the type of things I need. I also want you to get a thong panty size 6, a cute 34A bra, some silky stockings or hose, a sexy miniskirt, a halter top, 3 inch heels... I'll let you decide on the stuff, but keep it sexy." Linda, went on her way with her errand. "Sylvia, what are your plans for the future?" "Ummm, I don't know, I suppose to graduate high school go on to college and then get married so some hot baby" "How is this possible, how old you again?" "71" "Do 71 year olds, graduate high school and go on to college?" "No" "I'm going to tell you your past and let you make your own future. You got married early to your husband. What was your husband's name?" "Charles Scott Fields" "Yes, you had just turned 16 the month before you was married. You was born in a different era than today. In your era, wives stayed home, cooked and cleaned had babies and kept a happy home. You was devoted to your husband and did everything he told you to do. You had a sad life, because all of your children have died. You gave birth to 5 children. The first died in childbirth. The second was born with a terminal illness, he was sick all his life and died when he was 10. The third, was killed in a senseless accident, he was killed by a drunk driver. The fourth became a drug addict at a young age and died of an overdose before she was 25. The last died in childbirth. She gave birth to a healthy little girl, 13 years ago. Look at who is sleeping on the couch, that is you 13 year old granddaughter, who you have raised and looked after since the day she was born. You will try and look after her, but she is so young and you are so old it isn't easy and you can't keep track of everything she does. Everyday, you think about all of your dead children and it makes you sad. You will be a sad person for the rest of your life. You are very emotional, and you cry easily. You cry at anything sad. You cry at sad movies and you cry when you see or hear about anything that reminds you of your children's deaths, such as drugs or alcohol." Mrs. Mason showed Chuck a magazine's back cover. On the cover, was a beer ad, "Sylvia, look at this." Chuck burst into tears, and Mrs. Mason smiled. "Sylvia, stop crying for now. Are you a man or a woman?" "I'm a man" "No, you are a woman, you have always been a woman and you enjoy being a woman. It is utterly ridiculous for you to think of yourself as a man. Whenever you are referring to yourself to someone else, you will always use female pronouns. You can try and correct yourself but still use feminine pronouns. If there is a form to fill out, again you will always mistakenly choose female. If you have a choice in anything you do, you will always choose the most feminine choice. Sylvia, choose names for restrooms?" "Ladies room and powder room." "And which restroom do you use?" "I use the powder room." Linda returned home with a few shopping bags, Mrs. Mason looked inside and smiled. "Sylvia, take off all your clothes." Chuck, took off everything he was wearing and naturally covered up his crotch. His penis started to rise, mostly out of embarrassment. Linda, noticed first, "Hey look his thingie is rising." Mrs. Mason told Sylvia, we'll have no more of that, Sylvia, you never had a penis and balls, you have a virgina instead. Here, put this on," Mrs. Mason handed him a white panty brief, from Hanes her way. It was a size 9. "This fits you perfectly." You have a 38 inch waist and 46 inch hips. From now on when you get dressed, you will always wear plain white or pastel panty-briefs in this size. There are no unsightly bulges when you wear them and they are very comfortable. Chuck put on the panties and as he put them into place he thought his waist was getting thicker, but not as much as his hips. By the time, he had the panty in place, he thought he had a figure from the waist down of an overweight woman. Next, Mrs. Mason handed him some full support pantyhose. "Put this on, these will help some of your leg problems. Your thighs have cellulite, your legs have vericose veins and your feet have hammer toes. But wearing support hose helps, this is why you like to wear them everyday. Chuck put on the support hose as he was told, and as he pulled them up over his legs, everything that Mrs. Mason said developed. "Very good, here is a girdle, as you can see, you are overweight, but you always wear a girdle to minimize your weight problem. Do you wear a bra?" "No" "But you need one, you have big but sagging breasts. You need a support bra size 44D to be presentable in public. Do you want this?" Mrs. mason said while she was holding out a bra. "Yes, thank you, I need my bra," and he put it on, as he did, chuck saw the cups of the bra filled up. The bra was very strong and held the breasts out in a straight firm manner. "You was born in a different era than now, a era where wives and mothers always wore skirts and dresses and blouses. You never wear pants or regular shirts. You prefer pastels and very feminine patterns in everything you wear." Chuck took the floral print dress that Mrs. Mason handed him and quickly put it on. "You know your clothes doesn't seem to fit you right. I'm going to describe your body. First, your skin is soft but wrinkly and it hangs loosely on your body, it is also covered with age spots. At your tallest, you was 5'4, but you have osteoperosis now and have shrunken to 5'1 and you are a bit stooped over. You have delicate feminine features. Those of a women who was very pretty when younger but those have worn with age...." Chuck stooped over. "You have arthritis, and you are always in some pain because of it. Some days are better than others, but you are always in some pain." Chuck's fingers and knees started to throb. "All of your mannerisms are completely feminine. The way you walk, the way you sit, the way you stand, everything is completely feminine like you have 70 years of practice, that is because you have. You do nothing in a masculine way." Chuck's weight shifted, his posture took a feminine stance. His arms bent at the elbow and his hands hung limply from his wrist." "Change your voice to a much higher pitch and add some shakiness to it so you sound like an old woman. Now say your name." Chuck said "Sylvia Charlene Fields" in a voice that was high pitched and shakey but not quite right, but after a little coaching from Mrs. Mason no one would ever doubt that Chuck was who he said he was by listening to his speech. "You never use any cussing, and you love to refer to younger people, ummm people under 60, as honey, dearie, sweetheart, and other affectionate terms. You love reading romance novels set in the 30s, 40s and 50s. You consider these times as the prime of your life. You will read as many of them as you can, and as you read them, some of the experiences and stories you read there, will become your stories. Next year you will develop Alzheimer's disease. It will start slowly and get progressively worse. In three years, you will need a nurse to come in and help you out around the house, help you with such things as taking baths and cooking your meals. In four years, you won't be capable of living on your own at all and will have to move into a nursing home. In five years, you will become incontinent, you will have to wear diapers that the nurses will change. You won't be able to feed or clothes yourself. You will start to babble to yourself and speak about the times you had in the 1950s and before, like they happened yesterday. The nurses will treat you like a two year old, dressing you, feeding you, cleaning your diapers, telling you where to go and what to do. In six years, you mind will come back to you, you will remember who you are and be able to tell anyone you want who you are. But you still will be incontinent, won't be able to feed or dress yourself. No one will believe you and they will dress you up and change your diapers for the rest of your life. Now, Sylvia, I want you to sit on the couch and fall asleep, you will stay asleep until I wake you up." Linda said, "That's cool mom, but even though he sounds like an old lady, he really doesn't look like one." Mrs. Mason explained that is because you saw him as he put on his clothes, when he gets up, you won't be able to see much of his actual body, it's covered by clothes, and he'll be stooped over. I will also give him this hat with the vail to wear so people won't be able to see much of his face, believe me no one will give him a second glance. Also, his mind believes he looks like as I said, and as the mind believes the body will follow, by this time next week, he will truly look like an old woman, so much so even a doctor couldn't tell. Chuck did as he was told. Mrs. Mason next woke up Randy. "Randy, don't say anything unless I ask you a question...Do you understand?" "Yes" "Give me the money you brought with you." Randy handed over the $5,000. "What is your full name?" "Randolph Terence Grenfield" "No, that is not your name, your name is Teresa Rachel Fields. But you like to be called Terri. That is your only name, you do not remember having any other name. What is your name?" "My name is Teresa Rachel Fields, but I like being called Terri." "How old are you?" "I am 15 years old" "No, that is not right, you are 13 years old, you are in 7th grade." "Are you a boy or a girl." "I am a boy." "Well, you are half right, you are not a boy, you are a tomboy girl, but all that is about to change." "Something happened last week that will change your life, do you know what it was." "Yes" "What was it?" "I had sex for the first time with your daughter, Linda." "No, that is not right, you have never had sex, you didn't have sex last week, last week you had your first period. What happened last week?" "I had my first period." "Good, this will change your entire life. Ever since your first period, the first thing that happened was that your blood has been full of female hormones. Your body will produce all the female hormones for a person your age. Also, that was your first period, from now on every 29 days like clockwork you will have a period. The only exception is when you are pregnant or have gone through menopause. How old are you and what is your gender?" "I am 13 years old. girl" "Do you have a dick and balls?" "Yes" "Do 13 year old girls have a dick and balls?" "No they don't" "Do you have a dick and balls?" "No I don't" "Have you ever had a dick or ball?" "No I never did." "Then what sex organs do you have?" "I have a virgina, ovaries, a uterus..." "Yes, that is correct. With your first period and because of all the female hormones you now have, you have decided that you are going to be a very feminine girl. Your entire life before last week, you will think of as just when you was young. You are growing older now and you want to grow up to be a feminine woman. Everything that you liked before, that boys like and girls usually don't, you will think as a silly kid thing and you will no longer like. Do you like football?" "Yes, I like football." "Do more boys like football than girls?" "Yes." "Do you like football?" "I liked it when I was a kid but I don't like it anymore." "Do you like baseball?" "I liked it when I was a kid, but I don't like it anymore." "Good" "You will develop enjoyment in some new activities. These activities are ballet, cheerleading, needle point, dress making, women's fashions, interior decorating and cooking. All of these activities you will learn to love. You will enroll in ballet class as soon as possible and join the cheerleading squad at school. Now I'm going to say some words that you will use to describe yourself. You will live your life so that to both you and everyone who knows you can use these words to describe you. The words are: feminine, pretty, sexy, demure, graceful, passive, elegant, sensitive, gentle, soft-spoken, warm, understanding, yielding, and tender. These next words you will consider an insult if they are referred to you. These words are: masculine, aggressive, hard, macho, secretive and strong. Whenever you are given a choice, you will always choose the most feminine choice available. Now, I want you to take off all your clothes and put them in a pile." "Randy did as he was told." "Now close your eyes. Linda, put those other clothes you bought and put them in a pile over there." Linda, smiled as she placed the clothes in a neat pile Mrs. Mason continued, "Open your eyes, there are two piles of clothes in front of you, pick the one you want to wear." Randy saw both piles and pointed to the one that Linda had just placed. "You may put on the clothes you want to wear." Randy put on the thong panty, then the bra, pantyhose, miniskirt, a halter top, 3 inch heels. "How do the clothes fit?" "Not very well, I'm flat chested, I don't even fill out this bra." "Yes you do fill it out, you are a 34A now, but you have just begun to grow, your boobs will grow a 1/2 cup size a year every year until you are 21. As your boobs grow the more proud of them you will get and you will dress to show them off. As for the rest of you, you new hormones will give you all the curves a girl of your age should have and you will use diet and exercise to maintain a pretty, thin girlish figure. How tall are you?" "I'm 5'11" "That is too tall, you are 5'3 and will not grow another inch. You will also go on a diet to get your weight down to 100 to 110 lbs. You will always be watching your weight to maintain your weight. What do you know about makeup?" "Not very much." "Do you want to learn?" Randy thought for a second, "Yes, I want to learn as much as I can, I want to be pretty." "Very good, how will you learn?" "Ummmm, I don't know." "Girls your age learn about makeup from magazines, you love girl's and fashion magazines, only magazines in the girls or woman's section of the newsstand do you read. You may also read magazines about the things you like to do. What do you like to do? "I like ballet, cheerleading, cooking and ....." "That's enough. You love reading magazines like 17 and Y&M, these magazines keep you up to date on what is hot and what is not. Your tastes in music, fashion, hobbies, etc will be dictated by what is in the magazines you read. If the magazine says something is hot, you will instantly develop a liking for it. If the magazine says something is not hot anymore, your interest will wane in that. This goes double for clothes and makeup with one exception. You do not like wearing pants and t-shirts. You consider those type of clothes too masculine for you. How do you feel about wearing jeans?" "I hate it, I hate being masculine in any way." "What do you prefer to wear?" Randy thought a second and then said, "I prefer skirts and blouses." "How about a feminine knit shirt?" "Is it a t-shirt?" "No." "Oh I like to wear those too, as long as it makes me look pretty." "You like spending a lot of your time trying to make yourself look pretty!?!, Mrs. Mason phrased it as both a question and a command. "Yes, I always want to be pretty." Who do you think is sexually attractive?" "I like Linda, she is hot." "No, girls and women do not attract you sexually, you will have only strong, loving platonic friendships with them. Your closest friendships will be with women but as far as sexual attraction, you will be as attracted to women as you are to rocks. You think boys and men are hot." "What type of boys do you like?" "I don't know, just boys," Randy hadn't had time to decide what boys he liked. "You are attracted to bad boys, dangerous rebel type boys. You like boys who hit and abuse their women. The more a boy hits you, the more you will be drawn to him. If a boy treats you well, you will ditch him for someone who will abuse you. You can only leave your man for someone who will treat you worse. All the abuse you will suffer will make you feel bad and hurt, but you can't help but be attracted to these types of men. You, of course, will think you want a nice guy and tell yourself that you are trying to find a nice guy, but subconsciously it's the abusive men you will seek out." "You are a very fertile woman and along with your very regular periods, you will become pregnant very easily, The thought of having a baby makes you happy. But you are also very prone to miscarriages. Having a miscarriage will make you very sad." "How do you do in school?" "I am an A student." "You know boys don't like girls who are smarter than them, you will never act smart while guys are around. Are there guys at school? "Yes." "What type of grades will you get at school then?" "Mostly Ds I suppose." "Very good. You love to flirt with boys when you are around them. You are a natural flirt. There are no boys you will not flirt with." "You will have sex with your boyfriends when they want to, where they want to and how they want to, but the moment they enter you something will happen in your mind. At that moment, you will mentally return to normal, and in your mind you will return to the person who you were before today. You will be able to try and say "stop" but what will come out of your mouth, without you knowing, is your partners name. When you try and say "No" what will come out of your mouth is "YES." Anything else you try to say will come out of your mouth as passionate moans, without you knowing. You will be able to try and fight and pull him off, but you will have the strength of a 2 year old. After he is done, you must tell him that you loved it and praise his performance, after that you will return to the persona I have given you today. Linda, what I have done here is two things. One: he will be beaten up all the time from someone he loves and trusts and the violence will escalate until probably one day his boyfriend or husband will kill him. Two: every time he has sex, he will be raped and as much as he tries there is nothing he can do about it. Terri, show me how you walk." Randy walked across the room, like a truck driver on heels. "No that is not right, walk like this." Mrs. Mason taught him how to walk like a sexy young girl. Mrs. Mason told Randy to prefer to stand and walk with his arms bent at the elbows and his hands hanging limply at the wrists. Then she taught him how to sit like a lady at all time. "Terri, you are always trying to make yourself as feminine as possible, this means that you will pick up the mannerisms of girls who have mannerisms more feminine than you have. Do you have any family?" "Yes, I have 2 brothers and a....." "No, that is not right, it's only you and your grandma, there is your grandma asleep on the couch. You have always lived with your grandma, who took you in the day you was born when your mom died in childbirth." "Sylvia, wake up and come here." Chuck woke up and came over. "Do you girls have any money?" "Yes we come from a rich family and I have......" "No, you don't, this money is all the money you have in the world," Mrs. Mason handed Chuck what was left of the $10,000 they had given her earlier this evening. This is all the money you had left from the insurance settlement you got when all of your belongings were destroyed in the fire. So you moved here, to a new town, where you don't know anyone. You will take this money and buy everything you need, like clothes and a new apt." Mrs. Mason also handed Chuck a key to a hotel room, the room number and hotel name was clearly visible from the key ring. Mrs. Mason continued, "Here is the key to the hotel room you have checked into, you have a room there for two weeks. You will stay there while you get your life in order. When you leave here, you will go directly to the hotel room. Once there, the events of the last few days will catch up with you and both of you will rest for the rest of the week. You will order room service to get the things you need from the hotel stores, like nightgowns and extra panties etc. but you will stay in your room, relaxing, for the next week. Tomorrow you will apply for social security over the phone and get them to send you the forms. You will do the same to enroll Terri into school here. Next week you will be rested and can go out and start your new life just like any other person." Mrs. Mason turned to Linda, "This will give their bodies a chance to change, by this time next week, they will both look like who I told them they are." Mrs. Mason went over to the door, opened it and called Chuck and Randy over. "Now, I want both of you to wake up fully and leave here to start your new lives." Chuck and Randy left and headed for the hotel and their new lives. Epilogue: Terri had a short and sad life. She quickly learned how to expertly cover up bruises with makeup. She had a long line of violent boyfriends who she both loved and hated. They beat her up all the time, most of them got her pregnant, some would leave as soon as she told them the happy news, others would try and stick it out, but beat her and she would have a miscarriage. There was one man who Terri was dating, who tried to control himself when Terri got pregnant, he stopped hitting her for 3 months. Then Terri picked a fight and she left him. Her new boyfriend was abusive and she lost that baby too. Finally, one of her boyfriends went too far and killed her during an argument. He is spending 25 years to life in prison for second degree murder. Sylvia, soon found an apartment and moved in with Terri. Sylvia, found many new elderly friends and learned how to play canasta and mah jong and was reasonably happy, although Terri got into trouble with her boyfriends who she kept making excuses for. Sylvia worried all the time. In about a year, she started forgetting things, little things at first but it got worse. A nurse would come in a couple times a week to help out. Things got worse and worse and she was moved into a nursing home. She deteriorated rapidly losing the ability to feed or clothes herself. She couldn't control herself and they put her in a diaper. She would babble on incoherently. The nurses did what they could to make her comfortable. They dressed her up in skirts and dresses because it made changing her diaper easier. They had a stylist makeup her hair every week because they found with their other patients that looking pretty made them feel good. They did what they could, but her mind was so far gone, they knew she couldn't really understand what they were saying and they pretty much treated her like an infant... Which meant, watching her all the time so she couldn't hurt her self or get lost, changing her diapers and feeding her and when she said anything, they would nod and humor her and continue on as if she didn't say anything. They had a routine to follow and they followed it until she died, which took a long, long time. It was like she had the heart and liver etc, of a much younger woman. She lived in the nursing home 40 years before she had died, babbling on about who knows what, the nurses had long last stopped listening to what she was saying, some foolishness about being a boy named Chuck. The end.