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CHAPTER NINETEEN Randy came into my room early in the morning. I was already awake. I still wasn't able to speak. Randy told me that he spoke to Roger. Sheila's dad was making a recovery, and Roger was coming home to rest. Randy said that as soon as Roger came home he'd talk to him about trying the antidote, if that was OK with me. A little worried, a little reluctant, I nodded my consent. In the meantime, I thought about just staying in my room alone, worrying what might happen if I were to be near other people. But I got lonely and bored. I decided that now that Randy and my mother were both aware of the problem, they'd be more careful not to succumb to my pheromones. So I went and found them in the kitchen. Randy was happy to see me. Mom smiled at me, too, and gave me a hug. But then Randy let out a little laugh and said, quietly, "You slept in your clothes?" Hearing that, Mom said, "Are you still wearing the same clothes you were wearing last night? Did you sleep in those? Go change. Girls don't wear the same outfit twice in a row. You have lots of nice clothes to choose from." I shrugged and pouted, but couldn't respond because I still couldn't speak. 'I'm not a girl!' I told her in my mind. 'I'm a boy, so I can wear the same clothes if I want to.' Of course, she wasn't able to hear my thoughts. But she got my drift. She laughed and said, "Sorry, I was just teasing you. You've been so good, you've put up with so much. And especially with this pheromones thing complicating matters. And you've been so helpful, first with that Clark mess, and then with Roger's friend's dad. You really do deserve some sort of reward. I'll tell you what. I'm gonna be extra careful to make sure everyone treats you with the most respect possible today. Everyone has to treat you like an adult. No joking, no teasing. And if you want, we'll treat you like an adult man as well. No being silly about you being a girl. Would you like that? I was really touched by this offer! I nodded my head vigorously and smiled. I wanted that very much. "We'll even call you 'Ralph', if that's what you want, for the rest of the day. Would you like that?" Again, I nodded. "OK. Well, unless we get some unexpected visitor - in that case, while he or she is here we'll have to call you Jasmine, of course, and treat you like... well, the way you look. You understand that, of course. But I'm not expecting any visitors, and I don't think Randy is either, are you?" "No," Randy said. "Not that I know of." "Then let's do it like that. You can be 'Ralph' again for the rest of the day. Truth is, it might be a while before you can do that again because tomorrow's our last day before our road-trip to Tom's house, and on our last day here I think you should be getting used to being a girl again. So I hope you enjoy today." I wanted to thank her. Since I couldn't speak yet, I gave her a tight hug around the neck and a kiss on the cheek. For a second I thought that maybe I shouldn't do that, given my new 'freedom', but I decided to do it anyway. Grown men give their mothers hugs and kisses, after all. She appreciated the affection and hugged me back, kissed me on the cheek, and rubbed my back. Then she said, "There's a bunch of fruit and vegetables in the fridge. Why don't you help yourself? Just be careful that you don't open the container with the kumquats in it." Eating a juicy fruit sounded like just what I needed. I went to the fridge, but I couldn't open it. Then I noticed that a latch had been added to the fridge door, and combination lock was hanging from it. 'What the fuck?!' I thought to myself. I walked back over to Mom and looked at her with a frown on my face and my hands on my hips. "Oh, yeah, the lock. Sorry. Here, I'll get you some fruit. You can sit down." She pulled out a chair for me and put her hand on the back of my neck, gently guiding me into the chair. Confused, I sat down. She walked over to the fridge. I watched her as she shielded the lock with her hand before opening it. "Sorry about this, but the prophet strongly recommended that we keep the food safe in the house, well, the food that you're likely to want to eat. Because you could start to abuse it - either too much carrots that might not let you rest properly, and might not let us put you to bed when we need to, or you might try to get at the kumquats even though you know that you won't actually be able to swallow any without help. And Roger was telling me how it looked like you might have been getting a little too dependent on the ginger - so we wouldn't want you being able to take that yourself. And then there's the garlic... well, you might hide and destroy it, and we need it for salads and cooking, and giving to you in certain situations. So we think this is the right decision. Sorry, I bet it seems rather humiliating, but your brothers and I promise that we won't make it humiliating at all. All three of us know the combination, so anytime you want some food just ask any of us and we'll get it for you. In a way, it's to your advantage - it means that we'll actually be serving you! The only thing you need to be really careful of is this: If we EVER catch you trying to figure out the combination, you will have to be severely punished. And I mean severely. I'm serious. Don't test it. If that ever happens, any promises or deals or agreements are automatically cancelled and you WILL find yourself in a really, really bad punishment, humiliated much, much worse than whatever you're feeling now because of the lock. "Anyway, so that's the explanation. Again, I'm sorry about it, but it has to be done for your own sake. Here's some food for your breakfast." Mom put a wide, tall plastic bowl in front of me - the kind of bowls kids eat cereal from, or soup if it isn't too hot. We used to eat cereal out of those bowls when we were kinds, but they hadn't been used in many years. I wondered why she had chosen that bowl now. Inside the bowl were two small sweet-potatoes - raw, unpeeled and actually quite muddy; a whole onion with the skin still on - that was pretty muddy too; half an unpeeled carrot, half a zucchini, and a small, dirty beet. I felt ashamed because I knew that they were all the kind of vegetables that non of them would ever consider eating raw (except, maybe, the carrot), and definitely not without washing and peeling them first! Yet, to me, they DID look quite appetizing. So I silently sighed, picked up the beet in my hand and started munching. I thought, 'Mom SAID that she wasn't going to tease me, or treat me like a child or a non-human. But it doesn't seem like she's actually keeping her word.' And then, about a minute into my 'meal', I noticed something else strange. I picked up the piece of carrot and walked over to Mom. She was reading the newspaper, so I stood beside her silently for a few minutes until she looked up at me. "What now?" she asked me. I held up the carrot, and made a 'small' gesture with my fingers. I always ate whole carrots; I wanted to know why she was only giving me half this time? I figured it's probably because we were running out of them, but something made me think there was a different reason. "Hmm? Oh, you want to know why you're only allowed half a carrot and not a whole one? I don't know, really. The prophet told Randy to tell me that it's better if we give you smaller pieces more often, than big pieces less often. So we'll give you another one in about an hour, don't worry." Then she looked across the table at my bowl and said, "Maybe you'd like a little TLC? You've had such a hard few days. Even adults deserve attention from their mothers! Why don't you bring me your bowl?" I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I was curious. 'She wouldn't feed me like a baby, would she? She promised not to tease me today,' I thought. 'Probably she just wants me to eat near her so she can give me a back rub while I eat, or something like that.' Since I couldn't just ask her, I decided to bring the bowl over and see. Before I could do that, though, she took the piece of carrot out of my hand and put it down on the table on her far side. "Let's save this for last," she said. 'It can be your reward for eating nicely.' She said this with a laugh and I let it go. So I went and brought her the bowl. She took it from me and put it down on the table, also on her far side. Then, without warning, she grasped the back of my choker necklace, pulled me towards her while turning me so that my back was towards her, and then pulled me downwards so that I was forced down to my knees in front of her. Normally that would have been a VERY humiliating gesture! And I DID feel humiliated, being moved around and controlled like that. But it was also confusing. Because as she pulled me down to the floor, she said in a very kind, soothing voice, "There you go, now I can help you eat this better," and gently stroked my head, hair and shoulders with her other hands as she did that. I thought, 'She must not mean to put me in a submissive pose, she just wants me low down so that she can get to my mouth easily. Maybe that's why my back is turned.' So I attempted to sit down on the floor. But she was still holding on, and when she noticed I was trying to lower myself even further she yanked my collar upwards and said, "No, up on your knees." I continued to feel confused and somewhat worried by this, but I got distracted by another thought. I became aware that I had totally forgotten about that locked collar-like choker necklace, the one with the heart- shaped 'Jasmine' pendant hanging from it, until now. I wondered to myself, 'Why had I forgotten about it? How COULD I have forgotten about it - it was so offensive! And why was I still wearing it? Why hadn't they taken it off me yet? Why hadn't I demanded that they take it off me? I didn't have too much time to think about that, though, because Mom put her hand under my chin and pushed my head back as far as it would go, and then pulled my chin down so that I opened my mouth. Then, one after another, she started shoving the vegetables down my throat, starting with the sweet-potatoes and leaving the beet for last. Randy entered the room and saw us. Whatever he was thinking, his facial expressions didn't give it away. He just said, "Mom, can I have a word with you in private?" "Sure," she said. "Here, take this," she said to me, handing me the beet. "You'll have to eat this by yourself. Wait here until I come back - when I see you've eaten everything else, I'll let you have the carrot. And please don't make a mess, beet stains don't come out." As they were leaving the room to talk in private, Randy said to me, "Don't listen in." THAT was really strange. Of course I was going to listen in - especially after he told me not to! But the strange thing was that once they were in the next room - and I could tell that they were talking in MY bedroom, which was quite close to the kitchen - I couldn't understand anything they were saying! I tried my best to listen, and under normal circumstances I was sure that I would have been able to do so perfectly. But this time, all I could hear was noise - nothing sounded like language. When I tried to concentrate on the noise and figure out what it was, the same evil thoughts kept popping into my head, thoughts like: 'You were told not to listen, and you must obey. It's their right. Who are you to defy them? What are you anyway?' And, it seemed, those thoughts put a complete mental block on me, preventing me from listening in on their conversation! How upsetting! They came back into the room a few minutes later. I was still kneeling, the way Mom had left me. Mom returned to her seat, behind me. I turned my head to face her, but she put her hand on my head and turned it back away from her. "Give me your right hand," she said. Intrigued, I obeyed. She circled my wrist with something, and then called out a number. I saw that Randy was writing down the measurements she was calling out. She released that wrist and then told me to give her my other one, and she measured that one too. Then she told me to raise my right leg behind me, so that she'd be able to measure my ankle. After she did that, I was told to put my leg down and raise the other one. Then she had me stand up, and she measured my waist, my hips, my bust, my thighs and knees. Then she told me to kneel again and once more pulled me down by the choker. Randy said, "Bye, guys. I'll be back soon." He bent down and kissed me on the cheek. And then he left. Mom told me that he had to go buy a few supplies for later. I wanted to ask what that meant, but, of course, didn't have a voice. Mom said, "Good girl, you finished all your vegetables. Oh, sorry. I meant 'good...man!'" Then she laughed. "I bet you want to drink something. But first, I see some beet stain on the floor. And your hands are dirty, too. Can you clean them with your tongue or do you need water?" I shrugged, and then licked my hands clean. And then I bent down and licked the floor clean as well. "Good for you," she said. She leaned forward and pulled my choker back, helping me back up onto my knees. Then she said "Come." And she stood up, pulling me up the the collar. I rose to my feet. She let go of me and started walking towards the screen door. I followed her outside. As we were walking, she said, "I figured that, as much as possible, we should take advantage of your new gifts and preserve water. We have to preserve our environment. You, especially, must be interested in this since you're going to live forever." She stopped beside a large puddle on the ground just beside the pavement. The puddle was a dark muddy colour. "Drink that," she said. "Have as much as you want." I suspected her motives weren't as pure as they sounded, but I obeyed once more. I got down on my hands and knees and lapped up water from the puddle. When I'd had enough, I got back up on my knees and awaited further instruction. She patted the top of my head and said, "It's really amazing that you can do that. It's really environmentally friendly." Then she took hold of the back of my choker and yanked me up to my feet. "This is really cute, and really convenient too," she said, referring to the necklace which she was still holding onto. I made a mental note to explain to her just how humiliating it felt to be wearing it as soon as my ability to speak returned. Then she said, "Let's go back inside and you can have your piece of carrot now." She held the sliding door open and I walked inside ahead of her. We walked to the kitchen, and I stood there, waiting for her to return to her seat. She sat, and picked up the piece of carrot. I was eager to have it and I dropped to my knees in front of her (but facing her this time) and opened my mouth. "Hold on a second," she said, putting the carrot back down on the far side of the table. She grasped my necklace, from the front this time, and yanked me up onto my feet. Then she started looking me over. I knew what she was noticing, and hoped that she wouldn't make a big deal out of it. She put her hands on my shoulders and turned me around so that she could see me from behind, too, and then she turned me back around to face her. "There are beet stains on your clothes - a big one on your shirt, and a small one on your shorts. You must have touched your clothes while you were eating." I shrugged, and tilted my head. "I warned you that beet stains, and that you should be careful," she said. She paused for a while, thinking. "Well, it's not the end of the world. You'll just have to change clothes. Fortunately for you, I actually have an outfit that I bought for you that you can wear, something that I think you'll like. It's not too girly or sexy and revealing, and not childlike either. And it looks very comfortable. "But there's also the issue of you not listening to me. I told you to be careful and not get dirty, and you didn't listen. I don't really know what to do about that, because, on the one hand I told you I'd treat you like an adult today. But on the other hand, it's not good to be inconsistent with the rules and their consequences. Ultimately, you yourself asked us to help you learn to always do the right thing, because you realized that it was for your own good. I'm not sure if we should suspend the rules and their consequences for today, or if they should still apply even though we're treating you like the adult man you used to be. Perhaps breaking a rule means that the whole deal's off - if you don't keep your side of the bargain, I shouldn't keep mine either?" I listened to this twisted line of thinking with fear. It didn't make any sense. So what if I got my clothes a little dirty? I could clean them easily with my tongue if given the chance. I looked down. A large stain was at the bottom of my shirt in the front. I lifted my shirt up and bent down to put my shirt in my mouth. "No!" Mom scolded me, pulling my shirt back down and lifting my head once more. "I know that you can clean it. That doesn't change the fact that you disobeyed by dirtying it in the first place. You still did a bad thing. First we have to figure out if you get a punishment for that. Afterwards, maybe, I'll let you clean your clothes." She stood up, holding the carrot in her hand. I watched her. She started to pace a bit, contemplating what to do. "OK, here's what I'm going to do," she said. "I'm going to tell you what your punishment should be, and then I'm going to let you decide whether or not you should get punished today. I think that I can give you such an insignificant punishment that you won't mind taking it, you won't see it as going against my agreement to treat you like an adult since it's not consequential to you anyway, and that way we've covered all our bases. "Your punishment can be having to skip this dose of carrot. And maybe the next one as well. Now, I've been planning on giving you small pieces of carrot that would last only about an hour at a time, once an hour. And it's only, what, around 11:30 in the morning? So even without this dose and the next one, you're not in much danger, you'd just need to avoid getting stuck inside dark rooms. But your punishment will end and you'll get a carrot long before it gets dark outside. So it's not such a big deal, right? It shouldn't make a big difference to you. You're not really in any danger, anyway. But I gave you a promise, and a promise is a promise. And I want you to see that *I* stick to my word. "So, it's your choice. If you want the carrot anyway, I won't hold it against you. It's your choice. I'll be a little disappointed, maybe, but I'll get over it. No harm done. You won't be punished for it. On the other hand, if you agree to take this insignificant punishment I'll really appreciate it and respect you for it. And I promise to make it as easy on you as possible. "Now I know you can't talk, so I'll give you two easy signs to show me what your decision is. Very simple. I'm holding the piece of carrot here in my left hand. And I'm holding my right hand out like this." She held both her hands in front of her at waist level, with her left hand palm up, with the carrot on top of her hand, and her right hand palm down, empty. "If you choose not to take the punishment, then you can just take the carrot from my hand and eat it. On the other hand, if you accept the punishment, then you need to drop to your knees in front of me and kiss the back of my right hand. That's the sign of your formal willing acceptance of this punishment. It's your choice. But you have to choose one or the other. And you have, oh, twenty seconds to make your decision. Go." This was mind torture again. I REALLY didn't think I deserved to be punished. Not at all! I didn't believe, for one moment, that taking a punishment like this could be at all helpful for me! But on the other hand I agreed with her that the punishment she was suggesting really was inconsequential for me. And I worried that deep down she was hoping I'd choose the punishment, and that if I didn't, I'd end up paying for it at some point down the line if not immediately. It really wasn't worth taking the chance. I also had issues with the 'sign' that she had given me. Why couldn't I just not take the carrot? Or write a note? "Well?" she asked. I was thinking too long. I knew what I had to do. Regretting my decision as I made it, I dropped to my knees in front of her and kissed the back of her hand as she'd requested. "Good girl," she said with a smile, petting the top of my head. "Good girl. What a good, little girl. Oh, wait. Sorry! Bad habits... I meant 'good boy'. Sorry." She stroked my head a little more, and then held her palm in front of my face. I gave her another little kiss, and she stroked my head some more. "I think you made the right decision," she said. "You're really being smart and mature about this. I'll go put this piece of carrot away for later. Stay exactly as you are." She walked to the fridge. I watched as she shielded the lock with her hand before putting in the combination. She put the carrot back into the fridge, and then closed and locked it. I gulped. Once again, I felt my fate had been sealed. She came back over to me and put her hand in front of my mouth once more. She held it there for a good minute, and I kissed it over and over again as she stroked my head with her other hand. "I'm glad you agree with me that you need punishment for disobeying. Like he told us, it's really important for you to have really clear rules, really clear expectations of behaviour, and consistent punishments for disobedience is important to maintain that clarity for you." She continued to hold her hand in front of my mouth, so I continued kissing it. "So, two more things before I take you to get changed into clean clothes. "The first is this. I'm glad you agree with me that you need a punishment. I'm a little worried that the punishment I gave you might not be drastic enough, since there's no darkness at this time of the day anyway. But I still don't want to give you anything too serious that might make you feel like I'm not treating you the way I promised earlier. So I'm going to add on one more punishment. This one, too, shouldn't be too significant for you, and shouldn't make you feel like you're being treated any less adult- like. And, just the same, I think you'll feel it a little more, and that will help you learn your lesson. "So here it is. Let's see. It's now 11:35 - let's say it's almost 12. So this is going to last for the next 24 hours - until 12:00 noon tomorrow. The rule is this. It has to do with furniture. You are not allowed to use any furniture unless you get an explicit invitation from me, or Randy or Roger. Or any other adult. You shouldn't feel the punishment because I fully intend to invite you to use the furniture whenever you would like you - you just have to make sure I know you want to use it, and wait until you get that permission. I will instruct Roger and Randy to give you permission anytime you ask for it too. But, without that permission, or until you get it, you're not allowed to sit, lie, or stand on any furniture: chairs, beds, tables, benches. And you can't USE the furniture even if you're not sitting on it - like putting food on the counter or on a table, standing beside it and eating off the counter or table. Again, unless you get an invitation. "The second issue is this: IF you break this rule - for example, if you get caught sitting on a chair without having had received permission, or if you break any other rules for the rest of the day, then, I'm warning you now, then our deal will have become completely cancelled, by your own doing. And obviously, you'll receive a very severe punishment. And I'll interpret your behaviour as a sign that you really do prefer to be treated like a little girl. So be very sure to be on your very best behaviour. Very, very best. OK? You won't be receiving any more warnings about this." At this point she took her hands away from me, and took a couple of steps back. "Now, you don't have a choice in this matter. you're the one who decided you should be punished, I'm just responding to that. So you have no choice. And, just the same, I want you to demonstrate to me that you understand why I'm doing this and that you trust my judgement, and accept it. So I'm going to go to your bedroom now. I want you to crawl after me, on your hands and knees, and then when we get there you're going to kneel before me once more and kiss my hands once more, to show me that." This was SO disturbing! SO disappointing. And yet, I knew i had absolutely no choice but to obey - anything else would result in much worse consequences. So I did the unthinkable. I followed her to my room while crawling on my hands and knees. When she stood still in the centre of my room I crawled over to her, rose onto my knees, and kissed the backs of both her hands. "Good gir... I mean, good for you! Good for you!" she said. She petted the top of my head once more. And then she took hold of my pendant and pulled me up to my feet. Then she put her hands under my armpits and lifted me up, held me against her, and hugged me. Then she gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Then she put me down again. She looked me in the eyes and raised her eyebrows at me, as if she was expecting or waiting for something. Unable to think of anything else she might want, I dropped to my knees once more. She let out a little chuckle. Then she said, "OK, stay here, I'll be right back." As she left my room, she clicked off the light-switch. The room became pretty dark. The blinds were all drawn. I wasn't able to say anything and quickly began to slip out of consciousness. After a few seconds she turned the lights back. "Just kidding," she said with a laugh. I had already tipped over onto my side. I yawned, and straightened myself up, back into the kneeling position. "Just so that we're clear who's in control," she said to me with a giggle and a wink. It sounded like she was joking. But I knew that what she said was all too true. "OK, wait right there, please, I'll be right back." I stayed there, kneeling, waiting for her to return. She took longer than I expected. I watched the time on my clock. Seventeen minutes later when she finally entered my room, I was still kneeling in the position she had left me. I saw her smile as she saw me like that, but she quickly forced the smile to leave her face and never mentioned a thing about my 'obedience'. I felt disappointed. I felt I deserved some compliments! But none came. She was holding a small paper bag. "OK, this is the outfit I got for you. When I saw this in the store yesterday I just knew that you would love it. You'll see - it's made for a girl but not at all girly and not childish. And it looks super comfortable. I'd wear one myself if they made it in my size. "You're going to need to wear a proper, black bra with this, not a sports- bra like I think you're wearing now. But I know you have a good bra in one of your drawers. Make sure that your panties match your bra - it's an important habit to always get into. Oh, and since your drawers would qualify as furniture, I give you permission to use your drawers to find the right underwear. But nothing more. I'll be in the living room. Change quickly and come there to show me how you look." She left my room and closed my door most of the way. Worried that I might get in trouble if I closed the door the rest of the way, I just changed like that. Nobody but Mom was at home at the time anyway. I started by locating the satin, ultra-feminine black bra that she was referring to. It was my least favourite bra, because it was so feminine, and I hardly ever wore it. But after stripping out of all my clothes, I put that bra on. Then I fished through the drawers and found the matching panties - simple, plain black satin tiny panties. Instead of normal fabric, they had a thin strap at each side to connect the front and back. Now wearing the matching bra and panties set, I opened the bag and took out the clothes she'd given me. It was just one piece. It was a black 'jumper', looking like a pair of shorts sewed to a short-sleeved shirt. 'Mom must have been kidding when she said that it wasn't too girly!' I thought to myself. 'Boys would never wear a one-piece outfit like this!' Not only did I think it was girly, but also quite childish. And yet, I guess I did see what Mom must have meant when defending it. It was black. And it was made of a slightly rough-looking, non-stretchy, denim-like material - at least that's how it looked before you touched it. When you touched the material it actually was very soft, and even quite a bit stretchy. It had buttons going down the centre of the front of the shirt part, and instead of button holes there were little loops extending from the edge of the fabric at the other side of the split which could fasten onto those buttons. That seemed to be the only way to enter the garment, so, after opening up all those buttons, I stepped into the shorts and pulled it up. I put my arms into the arm holes, then pulled the sides of the shirt part together and did up the buttons. Then I examined myself. I could see that technically it wouldn't be considered skintight, and it could be pulled away from my body quite a bit at most places. But it did follow the contours of my body extremely closely. The shorts part had an attached elastic belt which seemed to keep the seat of the shorts pulled against my butt. Since the shorts were attached to the top part, I couldn't wear them a little bit low on my hips, so the crotch of the shorts were pulled very snuggly against my crotch. The sleeves were tiny, mini cap- sleeves, giving it an ALMOST sleeveless look - but not quite. It had a small, up-turned collar. The back of the shirt was full, at least, with no cutouts or see-through panels. But, unlike men's dress shirts, it was stitched vertically in such a way that it kept the shirt part pulled snuggly against the curve of my waist and side. A very small, pink lips- shaped logo was embroidered right in the centre of my left butt-cheek. Perhaps the most problematic aspect of the outfit, aside from its general design, was the way the shirt-part closed in the front. Since there were no button holes, only loops, there was no overlap of fabric in the front. Instead, there was a very thin gap of maybe 80 mm running down the centre of my chest and stomach, interrupted every ten centimetres or so by one of those button-loops. The little strap of my bra, holding the two cups together, strategically got hidden behind one of those button loops, but my belly-button was positioned right smack in the middle between two loops - unhideable. I was very disappointed by this. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to wear something else instead. But it was quite clear to me that if I were to do so, it would be interpreted as disobedience, and that would result in further disaster no doubt. I decided that I should write Mom a note, thanking her sweetly for the outfit but explaining the problem I had with it. I realized that a solution might be to wear a black undershirt underneath it, which would cover the strip of skin that showed in the middle. To do so, though, I'd have to open one of my drawers again, and I was specifically told I couldn't do so without permission. Then I worried that if I took the time to write the note, it might take me a little longer than expected and I might get in trouble for coming out late. So in the end, I decided to just take the paper and pencil with me, and hoped I'd be allowed to write the note when I entered the room. Nervously, I went to find Mom. She was sitting in the living room, watching something on the TV. When she saw me enter the room, she smiled, but said "Wait there until the commercial." So I waited in the doorway as she ignored me and continued to watch her show. When the commercial finally came on, she muted the TV and invited me to enter the room. "Wow, that outfit looks great on you! Even better than I anticipated! Hey, where did you get that paper and pencil? I hope you didn't take it from your desk - you know that's considered furniture!" I shook my head 'no', and then pointed to the floor, and bent down and tapped the floor with my hand to make sure I'd been understood. "Oh, you found it on the floor. Well, good for you. But have you written anything yet?" I shook my head 'no'. "Good," she said. "I'm glad you didn't keep me waiting doing something unnecessary. Go put them down on the shelf beside the TV. I don't want you writing anything right now." Disappointed, I obeyed. If I placed them on the shelf, I wouldn't be allowed to pick them up again without special permission to do so. "Good. Now come here so I can get a proper look at you - quickly before the show begins again." I walked towards her. "Step up onto the coffee table so I can see all of you easily." I obeyed, awkwardly trying to 'casually' hold my arms in front of my body to conceal my exposed stomach and navel. "Good for you. "But now I want to teach you something that you would have no way of knowing - but from now on I expect you to remember. When you're modelling an outfit for someone, you have to be very careful not to put your hands or arms in front of your body, otherwise we can't see you properly. So, when you're standing facing me like that, you should be clasping your hands behind your back. And when you turn around to show me the back, you move your hands to your front. Got it? Now do it." So I moved my arms behind me, clasping my hands together against my butt. "Very nice," she said. "Now turn around so I can see you from behind." I turned, moving my hands in front of me. "Very nice. Now turn back towards me. "Always remember what I just taught you. Also, if you have people looking at you from all sides, then you can put your hands against your hips, or just out to the sides, or behind your head or something like that. But never hiding your body, unless you get specific instructions to do so - like, for instance, if you're being photographed in the nude but your private parts aren't supposed to be showing. But then the photographer would show you exactly how he wants you to put your arms so that you're only covering as little as possible. "Wow, that outfit's really great, isn't it? I think maybe you should wear it when we arrive at Tom's. It's not too often that you find one-piece outfits like that in your size, these days. But they're great for you, really, because you don't ever have to pull your pants down to use the bathroom. And it's going to be really convenient for the boys, later, when they need to give you that antidote. They won't have to lift your shirt up to see your belly-button - it's already showing so cutely like that! They'll probably just need to open one button. I'm sure you're happy about that - you probably would have been a little embarrassed having them expose your whole tummy when you're all tied down and helpless." Tied down and helpless?! I forgot that Randy had said something about that. That was probably why they'd measured my body like that, and then he went out to buy supplies. He was probably buying things to restrain me with! I thought about what she said. She may have been right, that this type of shirt was better than a shirt that would've had to be lifted up, and would probably get lifted ALL the way up. Still, it probably would've been even better if I'd been able to wear an undershirt as well, and just pulled that up a bit for the actual procedure. But I had no way to request or suggest that now. "My show's about to begin again," Mom said, interrupting my thoughts. "So, I give you permission to sit on the couch beside me. I would tell you to keep quiet and not disturb my watching, but fortunately for us both your garlic hasn't worn off!" She laughed. "Isn't that lucky?" I nodded. I knew that was what she wanted, and there was no practical point in disagreeing at the moment. She laughed. "Come sit," she said, patting the couch beside her. I found her show boring. Which was disappointing, because it was a show that I used to watch all the time before my 'transformation'. But now I found I couldn't follow it at all. I began daydreaming, trying to imagine what exactly would happen when my brothers got home. Mom saw that I was getting bored, so she held her arm out for me to come closer to her, and I ended up snuggling against her side. She began stroking my arms and legs as I sat there leaning against her. A short while later she gave me a gentle tug on the shoulders, tipping me over sideways. I lay across her legs like she wanted me to, and she started playing with my hair and touching my arm and legs. A little while later she repositioned me so that I was lying face down across her legs. I started to purr softly as she rubbed my back and legs - it felt so good. At first she would stroke my body from my head all the way down to the base of my spine, then skip over my butt and continue stroking my bare legs. After doing that maybe twenty times, without asking permission, she didn't bother skipping over my butt - she slid her hand directly against my butt, moving quicker while she was touching my butt, and then continuing down my legs and back up again. I didn't protest or flinch, I just continued to purr softly. A short while later, instead of speeding up when she was petting me across my butt she started to slow down for that part. I knew that what she was doing was beginning to be rather 'questionable', but in the moment I didn't really care. It felt nice. ----- I heard my brothers come into the house but I didn't move. I wanted to continue enjoying Mom's touch. Then I began to hear the clinking of chains which they were obviously setting up for me. I began to feel very nervous about what was going to come. I tried to talk, but still didn't have a voice. So I tried to get up off of Mom's lap, so that I could try to somehow indicate to her that I was getting scared. The second I tried to move, though, Mom grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me back down, hard, against her legs. She wouldn't let me go anywhere. When my brothers finally came into the room to get me, I was still laying across Mom's lap. One of her hands was holding my wrists, pinning them against the top of my back and holding me in place, while her other hand was fondling, caressing and exploring my butt. "Are you ready for her?" Mom asked them. "OK, come and take her. Hold on tight because she's getting a little nervous I think. You might want to talk to her a bit to reassure her or explain what's going on. Don't let her convince you not to do this, though - it's for her own benefit." Randy came over and picked me up, holding my wrists together as Mom had been doing with one hand, and looping his other arm around my waist. He carried me off face-down like that, and brought me upstairs to the attic. I didn't bother trying to get free, I knew it would be no use. I hadn't been in the attic for a really long time and it looked different. Most of the furniture had been cleared out, and most of the storage boxes that had been kept there as well. S rather small, hard, plain steel table had been set up on one side. It was rather tall - about the height of a kitchen counter. I could see that various chains had been locked to it in preparation. At another place in the room, a single thick chain dangled from the ceiling until it came to about 70 cm from the floor? And in another corner of the room a small cage with thick shiny steel bars hung from the ceiling by a single, thick chain. It somewhat resembled a bird cage, but looked to be about my height and about wide enough to allow me to stretch my arms straight out to the sides. A metal bar-swing, resembling a trapeze or a bird's perch, dangled from two chains inside the cage. "Don't worry about those things," Roger said as he saw me looking at them, and probably saw the look of horror on my face. "They're not for now. We just need to use this table." Randy continued. "I explained to you before, Ralph, that even thoguh intellectually you understand the need for this 'antidote', your body is going to instinctively try to reject it, and try to fight to get away from it, even if it would hurt us. That's why we have to use the restraints, both for your protection and ours. You understand, right?" Sadly, I nodded. What could I do? I just had to hope this would end quickly. Then Mom came into the attic. I was glad to see her, glad that she'd be supervising this. But she said, "I just came in to watch how you guys lock her down to the table. After that I'll leave the room and let you do your thing. Oh, and you should know that Jasmine is being punished. Oh yeah, I promised to call her - I mean him - by his old name. Ugh, calling her 'him' just feels so wrong! But anyway, 'it' is being punished. For being disobedient. The punishment is that she can't have any carrot until sunset, and that she isn't allowed on any furniture unless she gets a specific invitation from one of us. And that includes USING furniture even if she's not technically on it, like eating at a table. If you catch her breaking these rules then she has to be punished really severely, and our agreement to treat her like a man for the rest of the day is null and void. Don't be wasy on her about this - she herself admitted that she was guilty and needed to be punished in order to keep clear, consistent rules in her mind." Roger said, "Mom, we have to give her - I mean him - a small piece of carrot before we start this procedure. Otherwise it will become more difficult." Mom thought. "OK, well she's been behaving pretty good since the last time she misbehaved, so go ahead and give her a small piece - but make sure it's the smallest possible you can use, so that it only lasts for the procedure and not a minute longer." Roger said, "I'll try." After that, they started locking me down to the table. Roger and Mom held me down, face up, on the surface of the small table, while Randy locked the chains. He started by locking a chain to my choker necklace, which kept my neck down against the edge of the table. My head hung over the side. They positioned my wrists beside my shoulders and locked them, with chains, to the corners of the table. Two more chains got looped through my arms and held my elbows down against the table as well. At the other end of the table, my butt was pressed against it. They spread my legs out until I was doing the splits, and then bent my knees so that my feet were coming down at the sides of the table. They locked chains to my ankles, fastening them to points on the legs of the table, and then looped two chains around my thighs, just above my knees, and locked them tightly down to the table as well. It didn't take very long to do, and I was completely helpless, bound tightly to the table. They let go of me and told me to squirm, to try my best to break free. I tried, but I could barely even move a centimetre. The chains were locked extremely tightly against my skin; if I hadn't had these 'super powers' I was certain that I'd be feeling extreme pain from them. Luckily, though, it wasn't painful for me. Mom examined me from all sides and snapped a few pictures with her cell phone. Then she came over to my face and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry, it'll be all over in no time, and then we'll all feel much better. Your life will surely improve a whole lot from this treatment." "This is a really cute outfit you put on her, Mom," Roger said as he began to unbutton the outfit revealing my stomach. "Really convenient for this, as well." Roger unbuttoned the bottom two buttons and pulled apart the sides of the shirt part, allowing himself good access to my belly-button. Mom came over and unbuttoned another two buttons and pulled the shirt part open even more. Then she put her hand against my bare stomach and rubbed and squeezed for a moment. And then she kissed my stomach and blew on it. Finally, she returned to my face. She kissed me once more, on the lips, and then left the room. I could hear her close the door and walk down the stairs. Roger started stroking my hair, now. "I know this has got to be difficult for you - really difficult. But it's even more difficult for me! I have to masturbate on demand and produce semen for you! It's totall embarrassing and disgusting... and then I have to mix it with olive oil and drop it into your belly button! So, as much as this might be hard on you, remember what I am doing for your sake. OK?" Before he said that, I hadn't thought that perhaps he wouldn't want to do this. It confused me even more, because it seemed to me that *I* was the one being totally humiliated and used here, not them. I could smell carrot. Randy came over. He was holding a very small slice of carrot. "This should last half an hour. Will that be enough?" he asked Roger. "Let's make it a full hour just to be safe," Roger said. Randy cut another piece. "Open up," Randy instructed. I opened my mouth. It was a strange body position to be in for eating, but he pressed the carrot pieces against my throat, one after the other, and I swallowed them easily. I could fel them instantly take effect. "OK," he said. "Well, good luck. I have to leave you alone with Roger now, he doesn't want me around when he does this, and, frankly, I don't want to see it either - it's too gross." He quickly kissed me on the lips and then left the room and closed the door. I was all alone with Roger. "Are you still really not able to talk?" Roger asked me once we were alone. I tried once more, but I wasn't able to. "That's probably a good thing, I guess, we wouldn't want you screaming. "So here's how this is going to work. I'm going to blindfold you, which is why I had to give you carrot first - so that the darkness wouldn't put you to sleep. I'm blindfolding you because I don't want you to see me masturbating, obviously! Since I'm doing this for you, I figure you can return the favour. So, after blindfolding you, I'm going to touch you and rub you a bit - but don't worry, I'm going to stay away from your private parts. If it looks like you want it, maybe I'll be able to give you an orgasm as well. Once I've ejaculated, then I can mix the stuff up and drop it into your belly-button with an eye-dropper. "Now here's the next part, which you need to know. You're going to have a bit of a reaction to this treatment at first. As you know, you'll probably try to thrash around while you're getting it. Once it's done, though, you'll probably pass out completely, and sleep for anywhere from half an hour to an hour. When you wake up from that, we have to be careful, because your system is still getting used to the antidote. The prophet said we should be careful for three hours in total, including however long you sleep after the treatment. The thing is, you'll probably feel absolutely fine. But at any moment, with no warning, you could suddently get violent and irrational and lash out and actually injure anyone around you - with no explanation. And you'd regret it right after, but have no way of controlling it when it happens. So, obviously, we have to be careful - for your own sake and for the rest of ours. "So, we could just keep you locked to the table for the entire three hours - that might be the easiest for us. But I imagine that you won't like that, right?" I nodded. "I didn't think so. So we came up with two options. One is that chain dangling from the ceiling. We can lock that to your collar. That will let you move around the room a bit, but it won't let you get too far. We know how long the chain is, so we will be able to come up here to visit with you, and we'll just be careful to stay out of your reach. The disadvantage to that is that you might feel bad, beng locked by the neck to a chain like a dog. We wouldn't treat you like a dog, of course. It's all just for your own safety. Well, technically I guess it's more for our safety. But you understand. "The other option is that cage over there. It might give you more movement, but less space that you could move around in. You won't have anything locked to your body, but you'll be inside a cage. Probably the same level of humiliation as the chain, I suppose. It WOULD allow us to get closer to you, because we'd just have to stay the lenght of your arms away from the cage. And you might have fun in there. But, like I said before, it's a cage. "We couldn't really think of any other options. Just locking you alone in your room isn't an option - you might totally destroy your room. So even if you're alone, you still need to be locked up in one of those ways. "So, it all comes down to this, you have three options. Either to stay on the table for the duration, to be put on the chain, or to be put in the cage. "I'll give you some time to think about it. In the meantime, I'll get to work on making the antidote. Before I give it to you, I'll ask you what you chose." He kissed me on the lips, a long and passionate kiss which held me captive until he decided to stop. It felt interesting and enjoyable to be kissed upside-down like that. Then he tied a blindfold tightly around my eyes. I heard him unzip his pants and take them off. He started touching my legs, my arms, my face, my lips, and my stomach. I could smell that he was getting really horny, really quickly. One time, when he was brushing his finger against my lips, I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip of his finger - only to discover that it had been his penis, not his finger! He slapped me hard against my stomach for doing that without permission. Then he walked around to the other side of my body and started touching the insides of my thighs, slowly working up closer and closer towards my crotch. Then I felt my crotch being touched by something rather hard. "Don't worry," he said. "It's not me, it's just an object." He rubbed the object against my crotch while he rubbed my chest (over my shirt) with his other hand. My breathing got quicker and quicker. I tried to tell him to stop, because I knew what was going to happen and I was embarrassed by it, even though my body really wanted it. I had no way to tell him anything though, and though I was shaking my head 'no', he either couldn't see it, or chose to ignore it. After a few more seconds I started to orgasm. I had three very strong orgasms in a row. I felt like my whole body was exploding. And then, with the fourth orgasm, I passed out. When I regained consciousness, his hard penis was inside my mouth. He was holding the back of my head. When he realized that I was awake, he thrust once more into my mouth and then pulled out. He slapped my belly hard once more - punishing me for regaining consciousness? And then he walked around me to the other side and felt my crotch a bit with his hand. Finally, he let go of me completely. I heard him cum. And I could smell it. Apparently he noticed me lick my lips. He sucked on my earlobe for a few seconds, which caused him to get another erection. Then he opened my mouth with his hand, and used the eye-dropper and dropped a few drops of his semen onto my tongue. It was so embarrassing, and yet I loved the taste so much! Then he walked away from me. I could hear him mixing up the solution. As soon as I could smell the olive-oil and semen mixture, my body started to panic and thrash around in my bonds. He saw that, and capped the container that he was mixing it in. When I couldn't smell it anymore, my body calmed down. He walked back over towards me and took off my blindfold. "You have to make a decision now, about where you want to be after the treatment," he said. 'Shit!' I thought to myself. 'I'd totally forgotten abotu that! I hadn't had any time to think. What would I prefer? They were both horrible options!' I understood why he thought they were the only choices, and I coulnd't think of anything better, but at the same time I hated both ideas equally. Both seemed totally humiliating. I couldn't pick one over the other. "Use your right hand," he told me, looking into my face. "Make a fist, and then extend some fingers. If you extend one finger, that will mean that you want to stay on the table the whole time. Two fingers will mean the chain, and three fingers will mean the cage. Anything else means you couldn't decide and we should choose whatever we feel like." I held my hand in a fist, but couldn't decide, so I didn't extend any fingers yet. He spoke up again. "Can't decide? I guess both of the options are rather equally sucky. Just understand that you can't change your mind later. We can't change where you are in the middle, because to do so we'd have to get close to you and that would be dangerous. So, whatever you decide, it's for the whole duration no matter what. Think for another thirty seconds." I thought more and more, but I couldn't decide. "Well?" he asked. "Or should we just decide for you?" I opened my hand, holding out all five fingers. He looked and frowned. I was trying to tell them that thy should choose between the chain and the cage, but not the table. But he didn't seem to understand that. "OK, you asked for it. Mom, Randy and me will choose for you." He stopped talking to me. He uncovered the container, and my body started to thrash around in panic once more. He started to drop the potion into my belly-button. I couldn't feel pain, of course, but that was the closest to pain that my body had felt since the transition - it was really, really uncomfortable! He slowly counted out ten drops. I had tears in my eyes. After the ten drops he took a few steps away from the table. I continued to thrash around for a short while longer, crying silently. I felt horrible. And then, quite suddenly, I lost consciousness.