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The Dark Side By Morpheus The tension was thick as I stared across at my two opponents, one of whom had just drawn a magic sword. This was a free for all fight so she could attack either of us, but unfortunately, my other opponent had a shield out. That made me the easier target. "And now you die," Gayle exclaimed, choosing to come after me just like I'd expected. "Oh no I don't," I responded with a grin, slapping a card down onto the table. On it was a picture of a gorilla monster with a mace in one hand and a shield in the other. "I summon my guardian ape and block your attack." "But you can't do that," Gayle protested, glaring at the card I'd put down right across from her card with the image of a sword on it. "You can't summon monsters in the middle of battle..." My other opponent and friend Chad just laughed at that. "Sorry Gayle but Simon got you on this one. That card he put down a couple turns ago lets him do just that." Gayle looked at the other card that Chad had pointed out and scowled. Then she put her card off to the side and grumbled about it not being fair. Gayle loved playing this collectible card game with Chad and me but she still didn't understand all the rules. However she learned fast and was already starting to beat us on occasion. We continued playing our game for another ten minutes before Chad pulled a move that caught both Gayle and me by surprise and won. We began putting our cards away while still talking about things we should have done differently during the game. I kept pointing out that if I'd played one card that I'd originally wanted to, I could have stopped Chad's move and perhaps even won the game myself. I leaned back and watched my friends as they argued over another move. Chad was sixteen, the same age as me, but where I was slender and somewhat nerdy looking, he was bulky and looked almost like he could have played on the school football team. Of course he probably could have if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't care for most physical sports. Gayle was a good bit shorter than him with a slender and nicely shaped figure. And of course, at the moment she was Asian. Gayle was twisted, though not in a personality kind of way...at least not most of the time. About fifty years ago there was a nasty virus called the Antarctic Flu which killed over two million people. Those who survived the disease had been permanently changed by the experience, though that wouldn't be known until years later when their children began to hit puberty. The descendants of the survivors carried something in their DNA, something that would usually awaken sometime during the hormonal upheaval of their teenage years and could twist their very being...body, mind, and soul in different ways. Gayle had gone through her twist a couple months ago and had become some sort of ethnic chameleon, changing ethnicities about once a week. This week she looked Asian, but last week she'd appeared to be Hispanic. It was a fairly harmless twist, but I know she was annoyed by it at times since every time she changed, all the makeup she had that went with her skin tone ended up becoming useless and she had to start over trying to find a new look. Whenever I considered Gayle's twist, I always felt a mixture of jealousy and fear, though certainly not fear of her. It was more a fear of what unknown fate the future would hold for me. Like Gayle, my parents were both Twisted, which meant that sooner or later I would go through my twist as well. I had absolutely no idea what it would be or how I would be changed and that really scared me, especially since my very personality could be altered. I could literally become someone else entirely. Gayle was lucky that her personality had come through her twist intact. "Shall we play another game?" I asked, interrupting Chad and Gayle. I was already shuffling my cards. "Sure," Chad responded with a grin. "I can't wait to kick your ass again." "Dream on norm," Gayle teased him. Chad didn't even blink at being called 'norm', a somewhat derogatory term that some Twisted use when referring to normal people. However Gayle was just teasing and Chad knew it so wasn't bothered much. In most of the world, the Twisted were a vast minority and were often treated with fear and suspicion. However here in the town of Spiral, there were so many Twisted that normal people were the ones in the minority, though admittedly not by much. Some Twisted took advantage of this to have their own bit of revenge against normal people by treating them with contempt. This kind of thing was frowned on since Spiral was supposed to be a place where Twisted and normals could live together peacefully, but it did sometimes happen and left people a little sensitive. Just then my Mom came into the room, greeting me with, "Hey Simon, I hope you don't forget to get your homework done." "I won't forget," I responded with a roll of my eyes while my friends both snickered. "Hey Mrs. Goodwynn," Gayle said. I just glanced at my Mom, thankful she was actually wearing a shirt for once. That was actually kind of an unusual occurrence around the house and was often reserved or when we had company she was trying not to shock. My friends always told me that my Mom was hot, though I certainly didn't think of her that way. She had long blonde hair and boobs that were each the size of basketballs. In spite of their size, they were nice, round and firm, as though gravity had never really touched them. Her entire body was pretty nice and she looked at least ten years younger than she actually was. Of course my Mom was twisted and her large breasts were a direct result of her twist, along with her exhibitionist personality. Mom had almost no modesty at all and was happiest when she was showing off her curves. In fact she even made a living as a stripper, which seemed to be the perfect career for her. It was hard to believe, but I'd been told that before her twist, she'd actually been small chested and very shy. "Would you three like a snack?" Mom asked us pleasantly. "We have some nice brownies..." "Sure," Chad answered while Gayle simultaneously said, "No thank you. I'm trying to cut down on sweets..." Mom just laughed at that. "Don't worry about that," she told Gayle with an amused look. "My husband Leonard made them." "Oh," Gayle responded, her eyes going a little wide. "Of course... I'd love some..." I grinned at that, not at all surprised by Gayle's reactions. My Dad was a pastry chef who ran Guilt Free Desserts, the most popular bakery in all of Spiral. The secret to my Dad's success wasn't his skill, which was pretty good, but was actually due to his twist. My Dad's twist was pretty subtle compared to the ones most people went through and you'd almost never guess that he was actually twisted. He'd never gone through any of the physical changes that so many Twisted do, nor had his personality changed very drastically. Most Twisted seem to develop some sort of personality quirk, obsession, or a compulsion, but the only thing along those lines that he'd gained was a fairly strong sweet tooth. He loved eating anything sweet or sugary which is why he'd become a pastry chef. The thing that really made my Dad stand out as a pastry chef and which made him so successful was his trick. A trick is what we call the super powers that the Twisted often develop. His particular trick was that he could remove all fat, cholesterol, and calories from food without altering the taste or texture. Of course any food that he did this to also lost all nutritional value as well and became good for filling you up, but would neither help nor harm your body. As a result, people all over Spiral rushed to his bakery where they could scarf down large amounts of rich and delicious desserts without ever having to worry about gaining a single pound. A minute later, there was a large plate of brownies set in the middle of the table, preventing us from really continuing our game at the moment though that hardly mattered. Each of us dove into the delicious brownies with glee. I absently wondered what it was like for other people who had to worry about getting fat from eating this kind of thing. That had never really been a concern around my house where I'd grown up on a steady diet of this kind of food. In fact my entire family was thin, especially my Dad, who frequently used his powers on accident when he was trying to eat real food. "Just make sure to leave a few for your sisters," Mom said before leaving the room. "Your Dad has the best trick ever," Gayle told me as she took a bite from her brownie. "You know, I was thinking of giving my sister a bunch of regular brownies and telling her they were ones from your Dad's shop. It would be funny seeing the look on her face after she pigged out and then learned the truth." I just laughed at that. "That would be a good one." Once we were finished eating, I asked my friends, "So, are you guys up for another game?" "No, I've got to get going," Chad said with a sigh. "I promised my folks I'd be home early enough to babysit my brother..." He shook his head and muttered, "Toddlers..." "I should get going too," Gayle told me. "My Dad will kill me if I don't get my homework done again..." She shrugged. "Or at least he'll make a lot of noise about it. He's actually a big softy." With that my friends got up to leave, though Chad did grab one more brownie from the plate before doing so. I just let out a sigh, sometimes wondering if the only reason they ever came over was because of my Dad's baked goodies. I already knew for sure that was one of the main reasons a couple of the neighbor ladies liked to come over and talk with Mom. After all, the way she usually walked around half naked would have scared them away otherwise. When Chad and Gayle had gone, I began putting away all my cards and even cleaning up the rest of the mess we'd made. I knew my mom would have cleaned up the empty brownie plate and all the crumbs without saying anything but I would have felt bad about it. I always felt bad for making other people go out of their way for me which was why my sisters liked to tease me about being a pushover. "I'm going to go for a walk," I told my Mom when I was done cleaning up. "I'll take care of my homework when I get back." A few minutes later, I was outside and walking down the sidewalk, having no particular destination in mind. I just wanted to stretch my legs a bit and get some fresh air. I usually went on a walk like this every couple days since it was a good way to clear my head and let the stress just sort of fall behind. I had only gone about a block or so when a car pulled up alongside me and a woman stuck her head out. "Excuse me," she called out. "I'm lost and was hoping you could help me..." "Sure," I responded, going up to the car window so I could hear her better. The woman was gorgeous with nice sized breasts and dark hair that was pulled back into a pony tail. She stared at me through a pair of dark sunglasses for a moment while giving me an obviously forced smile. There was something off about this woman, but this was Spiral and there were a lot of people who were a bit off. That was one of the problems with living around so many twisted, you never knew what kind of obsessions or compulsions they might have. "I think I've seen you around," she said. "Isn't your father the owner of that bakery?" "Yes," I responded carefully, having a bad feeling about this but thinking it would be rude to just walk away now. After all, it wasn't like she'd actually done anything. "Then your mother is a dancer at the Barber Pole strip club," the woman continued, smiling a little more genuinely but it wasn't a nice smile. "And both of your parents are twisted?" "Yeah," I answered, feeling even more nervous and backing away from the car. "How did you know that?" The woman just stared at me through her glasses for a moment more before saying, "Just one more question. Have you gone through your twist yet?" "Not yet," I admitted suspiciously, wondering why she was asking these questions. Suddenly the woman pointed a gun at me from the car window and I felt pain in my chest. I looked down and saw two darts sticking out of my chest. I pulled one out, but my hand was starting to feel numb. I staggered two steps and then fell to the ground, unable to move. The woman climbed out of her car and came to stand over my body, looking quite pleased with herself. She bent down and said, "Thank you, that was all I needed to know." A moment later, everything went dark. -------------------- I woke up in a situation that seemed straight out of a nightmare. I was inside a cage that was about five feet across on each side. Through the bars I could see that I was in some sort of dungeon, or at least that was what it looked like. The walls were made of cinderblocks, though much of the walls were covered with large red curtains. From the parts that were visible, I saw several shackles hanging from the wall. There were also multiple machines around the room that looked like a cross between exercise machines and torture equipment. Once I'd looked over my surroundings I looked down at myself. While I'd been unconscious, someone had removed my clothes and dressed me in some sort of black latex fetish costume that included a leather collar and wrist bands, all of which had metal rings on them. I was shocked and terrified at my situation and looked around in a near panic, trying to make some sense of things. The last thing I remembered was that woman shooting me with those darts. After getting over my initial horror and confusion, I tried opening the cage door. As I expected, it wouldn't open. After all, I didn't think that someone would put me in a cage and then leave the door open. However I had hoped. I struggled with the door for awhile before giving up and just sitting in the cage. I wish I could claim to be coming up with some sort of brilliant escape plan, but unfortunately, all I could do was think of all the horrible things that could happen next. About twenty minutes after I woke up, I heard a loud cracking sound and looked up in surprise. The source of the cracking was a leather whip that was being snapped into the air. The whip was being held by the woman from the car. The woman had been dressed in a fairly casual way when I'd seen her before, though now she was dressed in a way that was anything but casual. She was wearing some sort of kinky black fetish costume that covered everything from the neck down. The costume included a corset, thigh high stiletto heeled boots and gloves that went up to her elbows. She was no longer wearing the sunglasses I'd seen her in earlier, though she was wearing dark mascara and crimson lipstick. Her hair was no longer pulled back in pony tail either but was hanging loose. All in all, she looked very intimidating in a sexy sort of way. "So you're finally awake," the woman said in a cold voice, snapping the whip again. "Let me go," I demanded, trying to hide my fear with false bravado. "SILENCE!" she ordered, snapping the whip at me and causing me to jump back in the cage as much as I could. "You will only speak when spoken to." "Fuck you," I responded rebelliously, only to have her snap the whip at me again. This time it got through the opening in the bars and stung my arm. "I see you need to be properly trained," the woman told me coldly. "You will learn to obey." Being rebellious was almost becoming a game to me, or at least a way to keep my fear at bay. "If my parents can't make me obey, what makes you think you can?" The woman just bent down in front of the cage and stared at me with an evil smile. "You won't be able to help yourself," she told me. "You'll be completely obedient...the perfect submissive slave." She glared at me as though daring me to talk back again. This time I kept my mouth shut, feeling more confused than ever. She seemed satisfied with that at the moment so stepped back and set her whip down on one of the torture devices. A moment later, my dominatrix kidnaper opened a silver cigarette case and removed an all white cigarette. She casually lit it and took a long drag, blowing the smoke out, only then turning her attention back to me. "The rules are simple," she explained, taking another drag of her cigarette. "You do what I say without question or hesitation. You will address me as either Mistress or as Mistress Caitlyn. And you will endeavor to please me in all ways." "You're crazy," I told her. "Let me go and I won't tell the police..." Of course I was lying and would tell them about her the moment I got a chance. "Please, let me go..." "Silence slave," the so called Mistress Caitlyn snapped at me. "You're still resistant but that will change once you twist..." I just stared at her in shock, suddenly realizing exactly what she was after. I couldn't help but feeling sick to my stomach, not to mention even more terrified. When someone went through their twist, they had no conscious control over what form it took. However it was well known that their subconscious mind influenced it to some degree. It seemed that the part of the brain that dealt with absorbing new experiences was tied to whatever controlled the twist because most people who went through theirs did it when they were trying something new or different. Whatever they were doing at the time could direct how they changed, like how my Mom had been trying out a stuffed bra and pretending she had big breasts in front of a mirror when her twist kicked in. When it happened, it often happened without warning, but could be triggered by strong emotion. It was obvious now that Caitlyn was trying to make me go through my twist as well as trying to control what form it took. I was absolutely horrified of going through my twist now and becoming what she wanted me to become. Of course I'd always been afraid of what form my twist might take but there had also been a certain hope as well. Among the children of Twisted, going through your own twist was something to look forward to...a rite of passage. It was the coming of age which helped determine who you were going to be for the rest of your life. Since it was well known that your twist usually kicked in when you were doing something out of your normal routine, kids in Spiral would often attempt to trigger their twists in ways that they'd want. They'd play new sports, lift weights, try modeling, or whatever else they thought might result in some cool tricks. Most of the time this failed to work at all and their twists would come instead when they weren't expecting it. What Caitlyn was trying to do certainly wasn't a new idea though the idea of her controlling how I twisted was definitely a horrific one. For most of those who were the children of Twisted and who had yet to go through their own twist, we looked on it with mixed emotions. Most of us were a bit afraid of how we would change and what we would become. After all, you could very well lose your entire identity and sense of self. But on the other hand, we looked forward to it in a strange way as well. Among the Twisted, going through your twist was a coming of age as well as your rite of passage. "Not like this," I whispered fearfully. "Not like this." Caitlyn took another drag of her cigarette while she watched me with a calculating look in her eyes, obviously planning on what she could do to trigger my twist. Since she'd already told me how she wanted it to turn out, my imagination was going wild. "We'll begin our lessons soon, slave," Caitlyn said before she turned and left the room. "I've got to get out of here," I blurted out, my heart racing in dread. I struggled with the door to my cage but it seemed pretty solid. I reached for the lock and tried to see if there was something I could do to pop it open. I had a brief thought about picking the lock, but unfortunately, not only did I not have anything to pick it with, I also had no idea of how to do so. "They always make it look easy in the movies," I muttered in frustration. I looked over the cage again, desperate for a way out. When I looked back at the door, I suddenly realized that I was approaching it the wrong way. Instead of focusing on the bars and the lock, I needed to focus on the hinges. I'd once played a practical joke on my Dad by pulling the pins on the hinges and removing his bedroom door. It didn't matter if the door was locked if you could get the hinges off. And to my delight, these ones weren't welded in place. I only needed something I could use to pry them loose. "Too bad I don't have a screwdriver," I whispered as I looked around for something else. Then I saw one of the metal rings on the wrist bands I was wearing. I used the ring like a screwdriver to pry the hinge apart and then grinned when it came loose. "Yes..." A few minutes later I'd removed the door from its hinges and was free...at least from the cage. Unfortunately I still had to escape from this dungeon and the rest of wherever the hell I was. "One step at a time," I reminded myself, starting for the door where Caitlyn had left through. Suddenly Caitlyn appeared in the doorway, exclaiming, "Very clever...and very naughty." I gasped in surprise and then noticed that she was holding something in her hand. My eyes widened as I realized that it was a taser. She must have been watching me somehow and knew what I was doing. However I didn't have time to consider this for more than a moment before she used the taser and I had collapsed helplessly onto the floor. Before I knew what was going on, I was tied to some sort of rack in a bent over position. My wrists were tied to one side and my ankles were tied to the bottom, leaving me bent over with my ass exposed. "You need to be punished for attempting to escape," Caitlyn told me, suddenly slapping me across the face...hard. "You will learn to obey, just as you will learn to enjoy the pain and humiliation I offer..." "Let me go you fucking psycho," I yelled at her, struggling to get loose. Caitlyn slapped me across the face again, then held up a large dildo which made me gulp in terror. She obviously enjoyed my fear because she smiled cruelly. This was definitely one sadistic bitch. Caitlyn didn't do anything more immediately but instead left me stuck in that position, marinating in my own fear of what she was going to do next. She lit a cigarette and took several deep drags before she abruptly put it out on my arm. I bit my lip so I wouldn't yell at being burned. Next, Caitlyn began to hit me across the backside with a whip. It stung with each strike and I did my best to keep from crying out, but unfortunately, I couldn't keep it up for long. Just then, I felt a strange pressure building up inside of me. There was a split second where I realized what was happening and felt a surge of dread, but then everything ended with an explosion that shot through every fiber of my being and ending in utter darkness. -------------------- I had no idea how long I'd been unconscious. When I came to again, I was struck with the immediate understanding that absolutely everything was different. "My twist," I whispered with a cold certainty. I'd just gone through my twist. Several facts came to me a moment later such as the fact that I was on the floor and no longer tied up to the torture device. The floor itself was charred and blackened with some burnt pieces of latex scattered around me. It was the ruins of the fetish costume that Caitlyn had dressed me in, apparently having been destroyed by the raw energies that were released during my twist. Then I slowly got to my feet, fully aware that my body felt completely different. My sense of balance was way off as well. It wasn't until I was standing again that I really looked down at myself. The first thing that I saw were the two mounds pushing out from my chest, two round spheres of flesh that were firm and perfectly shaped female breasts. That gave me a good idea of what I'd see with the rest of my body. I scowled as I looked over the rest of my body, seeing that it was as I'd expected. I had definitely become female...and a very shapely one at that. I had a firm but sexy body with long legs, a slender waist, nice breasts, and firm muscle tone. I hadn't even seen how my face had changed yet but I could tell I was a total babe. My hair had obviously grown much longer during my twist as well, a fact that I couldn't miss since it was hanging down my shoulders and dropping into my face while I was bending over for a better look at myself. My hair had been light brown before, but was now raven black. I felt a strange mixture of emotions as I examined myself. I felt a little stunned, though not nearly as much as I might have expected. Instead I felt curiosity and resignation more strongly. Once I was done looking myself over, I was able to spare some attention to look around me. Caitlyn was on the ground a short distance away, looking as though she'd been caught in the energies of my twist and had been thrown back and knocked out as well. "No less than you deserve," I said with a cold anger. For a moment I just stood there, staring down at Caitlyn and scowling. My eyes narrowed as I thought about what she'd done to me. That bitch had kidnapped me, humiliated me, and tried forcing my twist to activate. "Well you got what you wanted," I spat out, suddenly grabbing Caitlyn and slapping her hard across the face. The impact of my blow woke her up but I hit her with a second slap before she was aware enough to do anything about it. "It worked," Caitlyn exclaimed, shoving me back and getting to her feet. "You've turned into my perfect slave..." "I'm nobody's slave," I responded coldly, meeting her stare with my own. Our eyes remained locked in a silent battle of wills. After a moment, I could feel her willpower...her resistance to me. I just snarled and felt her willpower beginning to recede. There was a sudden look of fear in her eyes and she suddenly lashed out with her hand, ripping her nails right across my cheek as though they were claws. "You bitch," I spat out, feeling the sting on my cheek as well as more angry. How dare this bitch hit me? How dare she do any of this to me? But just then the sting began to fade from my cheek, and to my surprise, scratches suddenly appeared on Caitlyn's cheek. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that I'd been the one to scratch at her. "Interesting," I mused, realizing that this had to be a trick that I'd developed. I smiled coldly, looking forward to finding out exactly what my trick could do. "You WILL learn to obey me," Caitlyn exclaimed, grabbing her whip off the floor and then glaring at me with a determined look. "I will teach you your place..." She snapped at me with her whip, catching me across one of my breasts. I looked down and saw a bright red mark where she'd struck me. But as I watched, the red mark faded and she gasped and grabbed at her own breast. "Very interesting indeed," I thought aloud. It seemed that my trick allowed me to push any injury she gave me back on her. Caitlyn hesitated, apparently realizing that hurting me would only hurt her. While she was caught in indecision, I stared her in the eyes again and pushed back just as I had a few minutes ago. Her willpower began receding even faster while she gasped and began to cringe in front of me. "Surrender," I ordered her, shoving back the rest of her willpower until there was no longer any resistance to me. "Submit!" Caitlyn collapsed to her knees and let out a gasp, staring up at me with a dazed expression. I reached down and grabbed her face with my hand and continued staring into her eyes. There was no resistance there at all, none. I could feel it. "Submit," I told her coldly. "Yes," Caitlyn responded quietly. "Yes what?" I demanded. "Yes...mistress," Caitlyn whispered. I let go of Caitlyn and stood up, feeling a surge of triumph and excitement as I looked down on her. I could hardly believe what had just happened but I absolutely loved it. In just a minute, I'd somehow turned Caitlyn from a domineering bitch into this submissive thing. It had been so easy, just willing it to happen. Of course there was only one explanation. I obviously had another trick. A lot of the twisted have a trick though certainly not all. There were even some twisted that had two separate tricks and it seemed that I was one of those. But just as amazing as that was the fact that I'd discovered both tricks within several minutes of each other when it could sometimes take years for a twisted to discover even one trick. "You kidnaped me," I said to Caitlyn coldly. "You tried turning me into your perfect little slave..." Then I suddenly kicked her in the face, sending her flying back. It probably would have done a lot more damage if I'd been wearing boots. "Now it's my turn." "Whatever you command, mistress," Caitlyn responded from the floor. I grinned at that, absolutely loving the sound of it. However I certainly wasn't going to forgive this miserable piece of shit just because of a few pretty words. I grabbed Caitlyn and strapped her onto the very same torture frame that she'd previously tied me to and then I went at her with the whip. I felt a surge of excitement with each lash that hit her back, and strangely enough, I was feeling turned on as well. For the next several minutes, I was so caught up in punishing Caitlyn that I didn't even bother to worry about the fact that I was completely naked, much less that I'd been turned into a girl. Once I was satisfied though, I left her tied up where she was so I could deal with the other issues. "You be a good girl and wait her for me," I told Caitlyn as I walked away. "Yes mistress," she responded weakly, bringing a faint smile to my face. I left the dungeon through the only door, finding that there were stairs going up on the other side. I went up the stairs and found myself in what seemed to be a normal house, though one that was larger than my own home and more nicely decorated. "So I'm a girl now," I finally said, looking down at myself again. I'd already looked myself over but now I took my time, running my hands over my skin as I did so. It was a bit strange to consider the fact that I had a smoking hot body, but for some reason, I couldn't help but feel an odd sort of pride as well. "If I'm going to be a girl," I mused aloud, "at least I'm not an ugly one." Of course this just made me realize one important fact, that I still had no idea of what my face looked like. I was definitely going to have to rectify that. I looked around for a minute and found what I assumed was Caitlyn's bedroom. There was a large walk in closet though I wasn't concerned with that. My attention was on the large mirror that covered much of one wall. The girl in the mirror was definitely gorgeous with a killer body and black hair that went down to her mid back. Her eyes...my eyes were a silvery gray color that helped give my features a sort of hard beauty. "So this is me now," I mused, posing a little to admire my figure. Then I turned away from the mirror to find some clothes I could wear. Fortunately there was a large walk in closet that surely had something I could use. But as I started for the closet, I noticed something on the top of Caitlyn's dresser that caught my attention. There was a silver cigarette case much like the one I'd seen earlier. On a sudden impulse, I opened the cigarette case and removed one of the all white cigarettes. I'd never had any interest in smoking before, and in fact, I'd always thought it was a gross habit. However at the moment I wanted one and that was all that mattered. I lit the cigarette without hesitation, taking a long draw almost as though I'd done this a thousand times before. I'd always imagined that cigarettes would taste nasty, but I actually found the taste rather pleasant instead. A moment later, I blew the smoke out to the side with a vague feeling of satisfaction. After taking a second drag from my cigarette, I considered my own actions and just how out of character they were. In fact, absolutely everything I'd done since going through my twist was out of character. However that was hardly surprising. I'd just gone through my twist so it was obvious that more than just my body had been changed. When I woke up, instead of taking the opportunity to escape like I should have, I'd used it to go after Caitlyn instead. I'd not only used a trick I didn't even know I possessed to turn her from a dominatrix into a submissive little thing, but I'd been completely turned on by it. And now, here I was smoking and casually looking through Caitlyn's closet. I knew that being turned into a girl should have freaked me out, but I didn't feel freaked out in the least. Instead, I actually felt strangely calm and in control. A part of my easy acceptance probably came from the fact that I'd known my entire life that I would eventually become twisted, that my body and mind could be transformed in surprising and unexpected ways. I knew that I would be changed, just not how, and had been somewhat prepared for it. However I also realized that it was probably more than just that. I still considered this as I looked through Caitlyn's walk in closet. One side was filled with normal clothes that she could easily wear in public, while the other side contained clothes that were obviously meant for her hobby. There were fetish outfits, stiletto heeled boots, and even a few whips...all the accessories for her play room downstairs. Intellectually I knew that I should just put on something quick and casual so I could leave, but instead, I found myself reaching for the fetish gear. These were the clothes that caught my attention, the ones that called out 'wear me'. A short time later, I was dressed in a black and red costume that was sexy and very naughty looking. It had a built in corset which made my already thin waist look even thinner. It came with a pair of gloves that went up past my elbow and then there were the stiletto heeled boots. I stood up and found it a bit difficult to stand in these boots. They looked absolutely killer, but I wasn't used to trying to balance in them. These were the kind of books an expert would probably be wearing, and unfortunately, I was a complete and total amateur when it came to walking in heels. However I refused to let a pair of shoes beat me and slowly walked back and forth across the room to get the feel for walking in them. I began to improve quickly, probably too quickly. That just made me wonder if perhaps an improved sense of balance might have come along with my new body. Once I was more confident in my ability to walk in the boots, I looked myself over in the mirror again. I had to admit that I looked gorgeous and dangerous. The only thing missing from the look was a little makeup. I considered the makeup for a moment, realizing that at the moment I could probably pass for being eighteen without much problem. If I used the right makeup, I could pass for being twenty one. "Very nice," I purred, loving the way I looked. These clothes definitely suited me. They felt...right. I lit another cigarette and sat down on the living room couch, taking a drag as I thought about the nature of my twist. My thoughts and emotions were just as new to me as my body so I didn't even know who I was anymore. However I was quickly making sense of them and was beginning to get an idea. Caitlyn had been trying to control my twist, to intentionally turn me into some kind of submissive slave. However it was obvious that her plan hadn't worked out like she'd intended. Instead it had backfired on her in a big way. "Oh yes," I smirked, thinking of the way I'd left her tied up downstairs, her willpower and resistance destroyed so she had nothing left but submission. I thought of how much I'd enjoyed whipping her, of being the one in absolute power. I licked my lips and smiled cruelly. "I'm pleased they worked out this way instead." It was now clear to me that my twist had somehow used Caitlyn as the role model for my twist, turning me into a reflection of her. In fact, now that I thought of it I could even see the resemblance in the way I looked. I looked a little like a younger and sexier version of her, perhaps like a younger sister. And of course my new personality seemed to mimic hers as well. "Of course," I mused, thinking that it made sense. Since my twist, I'd enjoyed hurting Caitlyn and proving that I had complete and total control. I'd begun smoking and even seem to have developed a fashion sense much like her own. Even my tricks, the ability to give my injuries to others and to dominate her completely served to support this. Of course my twist took certain liberties when turning me into a parody of Caitlyn. I suspected that it only gave me what I knew of her, that it used my own impressions of her as the model rather than copying from her directly. Once I was done with my cigarette, I decided that it was time to go see to Caitlyn again. I went back down to the basement dungeon and found her right where I'd left her. I smiled faintly when I saw her, though I knew it wasn't a pleasant smile. "Hello slave," I said, enjoying the sound of that. Caitlyn looked up and stared at me with an expectant look, as though waiting for direction. I could see the submissive look in her eyes...could feel it radiating from her. It also excited me and I suddenly felt like a shark who'd caught the smell of blood in the water. "Oh yes," I purred, running a finger over Caitlyn's cheek. "You are indeed my slave now...mine to do anything I want with..." "Yes mistress," she responded quietly. I released Caitlyn from her restraints, seeing no reason to keep her tied up any longer...at least not at the moment. I couldn't help but having a quick fantasy of her being tied up to my bed. However there would be time enough for that later. "Those clothes," I told Caitlyn in a cold tone. "They don't suit you anymore. Take them off." Caitlyn began removing her dominatrix outfit without protest and just a minute later she was standing in front of me, completely naked. I looked her over in silence, admiring her firm and sexy body. Then I slowly walked around her, taking my time to examine her. I felt somewhat amused by the irony of the situation. I was a teenage boy...girl and she was a grown woman but there was no doubt that I was the one with all the authority. Thanks to my twist, I'd effectively turned her into exactly what she'd tried turning me into. Then I grabbed Caitlyn's face in my hand and held it firmly as I stared into her eyes. A smirk formed on my lips before I bent over and gave her a kiss. "I think I like this much better than what you'd intended," I told Caitlyn, grabbing one of her breasts and then rubbing her nipple until she began moaning. "I like this much better." My own thought and emotions still surprised me a little. I'd never had sex with a girl, never even made it to second base, yet here I was taking Caitlyn without hesitation. All I knew was that I wanted her so I took her. Nothing else really mattered. Caitlyn didn't resist me, not in the least. In mere moments, I had her on the ground, writhing in pleasure as I played with her tits and fingered her. I'd already shown that I had the power to make her feel pain and now I was demonstrating my power to make her feel pleasure as well. Once I'd made Caitlyn orgasm several times, I slapped her on the ass and told her, "Simon says...no...SIMONE says pleasure me." "As you wish Mistress Simone," Caitlyn responded submissively. I'd always wondered what it felt like getting a blow job, and to a lesser degree, for a woman to get eaten out. It looked like the first experience was now lost to me forever but I was certain to enjoy the second. I was quite pleased to soon discover exactly how right I was. -------------------- I sat back on a large comfortable chair that almost felt like a cross between a recliner and a throne. I was dressed in a sexy black dominatrix outfit that felt perfectly comfortable and had my legs crossed in a feminine manner which somehow felt natural and appropriate. "Here is your drink mistress," Caitlyn said from where she stood in kinky maid outfit just a few feet away. She even held a tray in her hand that held a drink. I just looked Caitlyn over, admiring how nice the costume looked on her. I was tempted to take her again right then and there, though decided to hold off on that for a little longer. After all, I could have her anytime I wanted and as often as I wanted now. It was hard to believe that it had been two days since my twist, and in that time, I hadn't even left this house. I no longer thought of it as Caitlyn's house but as my house. After all, it might legally be in her name, but for all practical purposes, anything that was hers now belonged to me. After I'd had Caitlyn pleasure me long and hard for the first time, I'd explored the house and found a nice collection of toys which I'd made good use of since. I'd also found another wardrobe down in the dungeon, one full of clothes for Caitlyn's expected submissive. There were male and female clothes stored there, including the kinky maid outfit I now had her wearing. I took the glass of wine that Caitlyn had brought me and took a sip. Ever since my twist, my taste in beverages had changed along with my taste in clothes and virtually everything else. I found that I now enjoyed red wine, nice scotch, and a few other things that I'd found in my new liquor cabinet. Caitlyn stood back awaiting my orders, though I ignored her for a few seconds, instead taking another drink of my wine and then reaching for my cigarette case. Once I had a cigarette in hand, my eager servant quickly held out a lighter so I could light it. Blowing a stream of smoke out to the side, I turned my attention back to Caitlyn. "I expect dinner promptly at six. You're dismissed for now." "As you wish Mistress Simone," she responded before departing. It still amused me to see just how completely and totally I had her in my power. Of course I'd discovered that her willpower and more dominant nature would slowly return so I had to push it back down. I'd had to push her willpower back down twice more, though I had noticed that each time it took even longer for it to return. "Eventually," I mused to myself, "it will be completely and totally permanent." In fact I fully intended to ensure that this happened. It was appropriate considering what she'd intended for me. I just leaned back in my chair, taking another drag of my cigarette and then another sip of wine. I couldn't help but smiling as I thought of my new life and just how easy it had been to slip into my new role. "Perhaps too easy," I thought aloud, frowning slightly as I did so. The fact that I'd slipped into my new role and life so easily was certainly no surprise, not considering the extent and nature of my twist. In fact all I'd been doing was following my own nature and going with the flow. That, I realized, was what was bothering me. Every person who goes through a twist is twisted in a different way, changing their bodies, minds, and even their very personalities in ways that can be unlike any other. Some Twisted were lucky in that their old personalities were left untouched while others, like myself, could be altered completely and totally, leaving them a completely different person than who they'd been before. There was absolutely no doubt that I was indeed a different person than I had been before, different in nearly every conceivable way. Simon had been an easygoing teenage boy while I was a very confident and aggressive young woman. I didn't look like Simon, think like Simon, or even feel like Simon. For all practical purposes, Simone was someone completely and totally different. In fact the only thing that I had in common with that boy were my memories. I still remembered everything from my life as Simon. I remembered being him quite clearly, however, there was an emotional disconnect with those memories. If anything, I felt a sort of vague contempt for that boy. Nearly every twist was different and this often resulted in unique problems that the Twisted had to face. One of the largest problems that the Twisted had to deal with was the fact that many of us became defined by our twists. The nature of our twists could determine or at least strongly influence our careers, our relationships, and even the smallest aspects of our lives. In many cases, our twists became the only thing that people saw about us so we ceased being real people and became almost caricatures or parodies. It was rather stunning for me to realize that I was no different. There were good reasons why so many norms were afraid of the Twisted, more than just because we were different. As much as the Twisted might try to deny it, most people knew that every Twisted could be a potential time bomb. Some twists gave people extreme personalities, obsessions, and compulsions... ones which could be extremely dangerous to other people. Several serial killers and even the world's most famous were created this way. The public didn't forget this no matter how much the Twisted might wish they would. Of course there was also the fact that many Twisted had dangerous powers that seemed to defy physics. There were few things as frightening as a man who could set anything on fire just by looking at it, especially if he also happened to be an uncontrollable pyromaniac. We Twisted tried to soften this fear by calling these abilities tricks rather than powers, trying to make them sound harmless, but it didn't really change what they were or what some of them could do. I took a slow drink of my wine as I considered the fact that I was now one of the dangerous Twisted, one of the ones that people would be afraid of. After all, I not only had a strong desire to dominate, enslave, and hurt others, but I also possessed two tricks that would allow me to do so with ease. I felt a dark delight in this though I also realized just how dangerous it was to me as well. People tended to hate and destroy that which they feared. For my own safety, I'd have to keep the nature of my twist quiet. Only a few people could truly know what I was now, a few like Caitlyn whom I had complete and total control over. I snubbed out my cigarette and then scowled deeply as I considered my situation. Just a short time ago I'd been completely satisfied with my twist and the new life I saw laid out before me. I was enjoying being a sexy woman and dominating my lovely new slave. I had even been looking forward to acquiring some new slaves, to tormenting and breaking them to my will. But now, now I realized that I owed absolutely everything that I was to my twist. I owed not only my body but every thought and feeling I had to the nature of my twist. Caitlyn had failed miserably in her attempt to turn me into a submissive slave, but she did direct what form my twist took nonetheless. I'd become a twisted reflection of her so she still influenced everything I thought and felt. I was more confident and powerful than ever before in my life, yet the truth was that I was still a slave to my own nature... a slave to my twist. The irony of my situation didn't escape me. My twist had made me feel sexy, confident, and in control. I loved what I'd become and just how powerful it made me feel. But at the same time, the very nature of my twist made it so that I couldn't just blindly accept becoming nothing more than a reflection of what Caitlyn had been. "What choices do I have?" I asked myself thoughtfully, not in self-pity but as I began to actually consider my real options. The first option was the obvious one, the easy one. I just accepted that this was what I was now, who I was and move on from there. Of course I'd already reveled in the fact that I'd become a domineering and sadistic bitch and had been doing so for the last two days. This option was the one that I'd already begun taking. The fact that this was the easy and natural choice was what concerned me. It felt like I was just surrendering to what fate had decided for me rather than making a decision of my own. The second option was absolutely ludicrous and I nearly laughed as it even occurred to me. I could go back to my family and pretend that nothing had ever changed. Of course I'd have to make adjustments to my new gender, but I could pretend to be the same old Simon inside that I'd always been before. A mere moment of consideration was enough to know that there was no way in hell that I could stand that. In fact the very idea nauseated me. A darkness now lived inside of me, a hunger for power and control, a desire to make others writhe in pleasure or pain upon my merest whim. I actually had sexual fantasies that left me wet and horny, fantasies of having my own harem of obedient slaves who lived only to serve my whims. Perhaps some of this had already existed inside of me and was merely brought to the surface and amplified by my twist, though I had a hard time believing that. As Simon, I'd been raised to believe that many of the things I now thought and desired were wrong. I was supposed to treat other people with respect and to avoid intentionally hurting them. Now, that philosophy seemed quaint and silly. After all, how could other people possibly be more important than what I wanted? Still, I knew that it was what I myself had believed until before my twist. In a way, I suppose that made it a more true belief since it hadn't been imposed on me by an outside source. Those thoughts just made me consider my family and imagine how they'd react to the new me. I smirked as I imagined the looks of shock and even horror over what I'd become. It was a darkly amusing imagining, though a little strange since I'd barely thought of my friends and family at all during the past two days. They'd been irrelevant, part of my old life that had been left behind with my twist. To my surprise I suddenly realized that I still had some feelings for my old friends and family. I missed them a little and even felt vaguely guilty for not contacting them and letting them all worry about what must have happened to me. My first impulse was a surge of annoyance and the thought that I had to crush that weakness. However a moment later I realized that this meant the old Simon might not be quite as gone as I'd thought. Some of him still remained, though I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad. I finished my wine and then stood up, scowling intently as I did so. These self-doubts and second thoughts were not in my new nature and I actually had to fight back a strong impulse to just shove those doubts aside and continue as I had. "There is a third option," I pointed out to myself. I slowly walked through my new house, listening to the click click of my stiletto heeled boots against the floor. I let my thoughts continue to simmer in the background as I distracted myself with other things. After a minute, I found myself in front of a large mirror that hung on the wall. I felt pleased as I saw my reflection, though that only brought my attention back to my little problem. "I need more practice," I thought aloud as I looked over the makeup I was currently wearing. I'd tried my hand with makeup in order to emphasize the look I wanted to give, though unfortunately, I hadn't suddenly gained the skills to apply it properly. There was absolutely no way I could ask Caitlyn for advice. That just wouldn't be at all proper. However I had a lot of determination and had spent several hours practicing in front of the mirror, figuring out what worked and getting to the point where I could do a fairly passable job. Still, it wasn't good enough. But as I stared in the mirror, I took a good long look at myself, at what I'd become. Where I had felt only satisfaction before, I now felt a new determination. I was not going to just surrender everything I used to be in order to become some twisted copy of the old Caitlyn. "That little slut has no power over me," I spat out coldly. The third option was starting to make more sense to me in spite of the fact that it actually went against my instincts. That was how I knew it was the right choice to take. Being who and what I now was felt fantastic, but I knew intellectually that it could lead to serious problems. Innocent people would be hurt and enslaved, something which brought a smile and left me feeling turned on. However everything I knew from my old self said that this was wrong...that I shouldn't do these things. As hard as it was, I was going to listen to what the old Simon whispered from the back of my mind about right and wrong. I was going to control myself and keep my own dark nature on a leash. If I didn't, then I could foresee a future where I'd be nothing more than a puppet to my own twist. "I'll be damned before I become a slave to anything," I stated firmly. "Even to myself." With that I turned away from the mirror and went back to the living room. I lit another cigarette and took a deep drag, smiling once again. Now that I had a plan, I felt my confidence return just as solid as before. One way or another, I was going to be in control of my own destiny. -------------------- I looked myself over in the mirror, not at all happy with what I saw. I was wearing a pair of tight jeans that made my ass look good and I was wearing a blouse that showed a bit of cleavage without being too daring. My stilettos had been discarded in exchange for a pair of light to moderate sized heals that weren't quite as sexy. All in all, I knew that I looked good, but dressing like this made me feel frumpy. "Unpleasant," I thought aloud. "But necessary." It was strange to feel so uncomfortable wearing these clothes, something that I knew was entirely due to my compulsion to wear dominatrix gear. However I didn't have to give into each and every urge I felt. I wasn't that weak. "Caitlyn," I called out. "Yes Mistress Simone," she responded, immediately rushing to my side. At the moment, my little pet was dressed in a very skimpy outfit that had a few pieces of latex and a lot of metal loops and chains. It was a very kinky outfit, especially as her breasts were fully exposed. Of course I liked it. I put a hand on one of her breasts and pinched her nipple, delighting in the gasp that escaped her lips. "I think I'll have you pierced," I thought aloud. "A ring through each nipple." There was a moment of hesitation before she answered, "Whatever you say mistress." I stared at Caitlyn for a moment, realizing that her willpower had crept back up just a little bit. Of course I couldn't have that so pushed it back down as hard as I could. "I will be leaving for now," I told her firmly. "You will perform the tasks I have already given and will wait for my return." "Yes mistress," she responded, completely and totally submissive to me. It was such a turn on that I had to put a hold on my impulse to throw her across the table and have my way with her. With that I picked up the purse I'd set aside and left the house. This was the first time I'd actually left this house since my twist, though I felt no hesitation or reluctance. This merely happened to be the first time that I had a reason to leave. I made the walk home to my old house, knowing that I could have taken Caitlyn's car, or at the very least, had her play chauffeur for me. In fact that appealed to me, but not at the moment. At the moment I wanted some time to fully prepare myself for what I was about to do. There was no way I could go back to being Simon, nor would I do so even if I could. However I'd realized that I couldn't just fully submit to my new desires, not without losing my own sense of self and pride. As difficult as it would be, I would have to find some sort of balance. When I reached my old home, I went to the front door and gave a loud knock before opening the door and stepping inside. I only had to wait a second before someone came into the room to see who was at the door. My twelve year old sister Erin froze at the doorway, staring at me with a look of surprise and confusion. "Who are you?" Erin demanded, nervously stepping back. "MOM!" A moment later, Erin's twin sister Ellie rushed in and froze as well, giving me a look of confusion. However before she could say anything, my Mom came into the room as well. "Who are you?" Mom demanded. "What are you doing in my house?" Then she told Erin, "Call the police..." "Don't," I told Erin, reaching out mentally and lowering her willpower. I had just begun to do so when I caught myself and clamped down on this, feeling something strange inside of me. It took me several seconds to realize what it was. Guilt, or at least a stirring of it. I felt a strong temptation to target my Mom, to reduce her willpower and bend her to my will. To turn her into my servant, which was only right and proper. In fact the very thought left me feeling excited, which made it even more difficult to control myself. "No," I whispered, realizing that as tempting as this was, it was the very kind of thing that I was trying to avoid. This was one of those things that the old Simon would have definitely said was wrong. That meant that this was something I couldn't do. "Call the police," Mom repeated, glancing at Erin who'd stopped when I hit her with my trick. "Go to your rooms and lock the door..." "Don't you recognize me?" I asked with a faint smirk. "I'm Simon...or at least I was." Mom and my sisters all froze at that and stared at me with their mouths dropped open. Obviously they had more than a little trouble believing that I was who I claimed to me, not that I really blamed them though it did annoy me. Once again, I was tempted to use my trick in order to make this easier. "I went through my twist," I explained calmly. "Simon?" Mom exclaimed. "You..." Then she paused and took a deep breath before demanding, "Where the hell have you been?" I scowled in annoyance at the tone she was taking with me, more than a little tempted to take care of that. I was not going to be talked to like that, not by anyone. "Listen Sharon," I said, using her first name since it just felt wrong calling her 'Mom' now. Calling her 'Mom' suggested that she had an authority over me that I no longer recognized. "Let's sit down and talk about this." Then I turned to Ellie and told her, "Go get some drinks." Ellie hesitated a moment, but I stared at her and she gulped and went to do as I told her to. I felt a little smug at that since I didn't even have to use my trick. Mom...Sharon had obviously been thrown off balance by my behavior and I was more than happy to take advantage of that. Ellie returned with enough sodas for all of us and then she took a seat on the couch next to Erin. "You can't be Simon," Erin said defiantly. Ellie just nodded agreement though didn't say anything. Of course that was nothing unusual as Erin had always been the more outgoing of the two. "No way are you my brother." "No, I'm not your brother," I responded calmly. "I'm your sister now." "No way," Erin blurted out. "You can't just change into a girl..." I looked down at myself and cupped my breasts before responding, "I do seem to have all the right parts." Sharon was taking a long drink from her soda, still trying to absorb this. "Where were you?" she finally asked, giving me a hurt look. "We were so worried..." I picked up my own soda and sniffed at it with disdain. I used to like this, but now, it just seemed so childish and unappealing. Unfortunately, I couldn't just send Caitlyn to get me a glass of scotch. That just let to the thought that I could still break these three in. It would be so easy... "I was...disoriented," I lied, giving a forced smile. "A woman found me and helped me get my head on straight." Then I gestured down at myself and added, "And she gave me some clothes that fit." "I...I can't believe you're Simon," Sharon responded. "I think Simone is more appropriate now," I told her, fighting to keep control of my annoyance at having to deal with these questions. Sharon nodded and cautiously said, "You might be right." Then she hesitantly asked, "How much have you changed?" "A great deal," I stated simply. "And not just physically. I have some new personality traits and compulsions that you will find difficult to accept." Then to prove my point, I reached into my purse and pulled out a cigarette. I casually lit it and took a drag, blowing the smoke off to the side while my family stared at me in shock. "I want to make it clear," I said calmly. "I am NOT Simon anymore and I refuse to act as though I still was." Erin and Ellie stared at me with looks of shock while Sharon let out a resigned sigh. "I remember how my own parents reacted after my twist. They didn't take it well when I first began walking around topless..." Then she smiled faintly and told me, "I'll try to be understanding. But there are still going to be rules you'll have to follow. For one, no smoking in the house. If you have to smoke, you can do it out on the patio." I frowned, about to tell her that I would smoke where I pleased. However I reminded myself that I would need to follow rules if I wanted to fit in with society. If I wasn't willing to do that much, I might as well just give up this whole idea and give into my nature completely. "Very well," I agreed, putting my cigarette out. Sharon let out a sigh and shook her head, muttering, "This is going to take some getting used to. I suppose I should call Leonard and let him know what happened." Erin and Ellie both gave me suspicious looks as I got up and went to my room. I took one look around it and scowled, suddenly thinking that this would not do at all. I much preferred my bedroom at the other house, the one that used to belong to Caitlyn. This room was far too small and definitely no longer suited me. "I'll have to make some changes," I mused, wondering how I could do that without enslaving my family to my will. That might make things easier but the part of me that used to be Simon screamed that such a thing was completely out of the question. While I was considering how I could redecorate to make my room to make it more appropriate, Sharon called Leonard and let him know about my returning and about my twist. I smiled coldly as I imagined his reactions on seeing me when he got home. Of course there would be an even bigger impact if I was wearing something a little more comfortable, but somehow I imagined that my family wouldn't accept my wearing fetish gear very well. Then the doorbell rang and Sharon went to answer it, revealing a teenage girl with dark brown skin. It took me only a second to recognize Gayle, though she'd changed ethnicities since the last time I'd seen her. She now looked as though her ancestors came from Africa. "Um, hi," Gayle greeted Sharon a little awkwardly. "I was wondering if you've heard anything about Simon..." "As a matter of fact, I have," Sharon told her with a wry smile. "He came home just a little bit ago...sort of." She gestured for Gayle to come in. "Simon's a girl now," Erin exclaimed smugly. "I prefer Simone now," I stated as I came into view so that Gayle could see me. Gayle froze just inside the door, staring at me with her mouth open. "Holy shit," she finally blurted out. "You got twisted good..." For a moment, I just stared at her, a part of me considering the idea of turning her into