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This is something different for me. I hope you all enjoy it. Please let me know if it should be continued. All the best to everyone! - Roustam Tipping the Balance, Part One One Nobody should have cared very much when the old barn burned down. It had been falling in for years, little by little. As far as I knew, nothing was stored in it of any value. There were just mice, old corn cobs and a lot of worm-eaten timbers and beams. When I set the barn afire I figured I was doing the whole county a favor. The farmer with the shotgun who caught me as I tried to run away thought otherwise. The deputies arrived quickly and hauled me off to the county jail. Being younger than the rest of the inmates, I was put in a holding cell by myself until my parents arrived. It wasn't my first time in there. I was a bad kid, I admit it. I liked trouble and I didn't have any sense of shame or remorse in causing it. Property destruction, mainly, with some shoplifting thrown in. I'd been warned by teachers and cops and judges for a few years to clean up my act, but all of their warnings and arguments went in one of my ears and out the other. I didn't take anything seriously. Mom and dad showed up at the jail and conferred with the night deputy who had to remain with me. I heard most of their conversation, and it sounded like all bad news for me. The deputy knew me well, from having picked me up for petty crimes twice. But this was arson. He explained to my folks that I might be looking at reform school for the rest of my teenage years. Mom started crying and dad just shook his head and tried to comfort her. I pretended not to be listening. Dad walked over to me while the deputy took mom into an office out of my sight. Dad sat down on a stool beyond the bars of my cell. He stared at me with a weird look. "You really screwed up this time, Joey," he said. I looked at the floor. "What's the big deal?" I answered. "It was gonna fall down, anyway. I just got rid of an old eyesore." Dad shook his head in disgust. "You committed arson, son. That's one of the most serious crimes there is. It doesn't matter what shape the barn was in. You put people at risk. What if the fire had spread to the farmer's house? You're lucky it didn't." I kept one eye on dad and one on the floor. "Mr. Garrity will take care of it," I said. Mr. Garrity was our family lawyer, and he had gotten me out of all of my previous scrapes without too much trouble. My father was a wealthy dentist and I'm sure he had spent a fortune just keeping me out of reform school, so far. Dad let his anger show a little when he spoke through gritted teeth. "You little shit," he said. "If you think I'm going to buy you a get out of jail ticket every time you break the law, you're seriously mistaken. I'm tired of your bullshit. Your mother is in that room, crying her eyes out. She hasn't had good night's sleep in months. Every day she expects to get the call that you're dead or in the hospital, or in jail. Right where you are now. I'm not bailing you out this time. Forget about it." I looked at him in surprise. "What are you going to do, leave me here? You can't do that. You have to take me home. I can't stay here!" I was beginning to get a bit scared. Dad stood and crossed his arms. "Nope. You're going to stay here until your hearing. You'd better pray that the judge has some mercy for you. I don't, and your mother doesn't. Whatever you get in court is what you deserve. I don't care if I don't see you again until you're a man. Maybe then you'll have some respect for me." Dad turned and walked into the office with mom and the deputy. I broke down into fearful tears. This was serious. Every time I'd been in trouble before, dad had taken me home right away. Sure, I was punished at home, but by the time I had to go see the judge, everything had always been worked out. I said I was sorry and got a lecture on being a good citizen. Now, I was looking at serious time in a very hard place. I knew the stories about reform school. I was a bad kid, but I really wasn't that tough. I dreaded what might happen to me after I was dropped into a small army of hard-core guys my own age. The next couple of weeks were terrible. I was transferred to a special cell apart from the other inmates. They could see me as they passed by on their way to meals and the showers, and their comments and gestures scared the hell out of me. It didn't help that I was skinny and could easily be mistaken for a girl. I also wore my hair long. I suppose my girlish appearance was one reason why I felt the need to misbehave. I wanted to prove myself as a boy. Now, whenever I heard the other men coming, I hid myself under my blanket. This caused them to laugh and whistle even louder. I had no visitors until the day before my hearing. On that day, I was taken in handcuffs to a conference room. Mr. Garrity was waiting for me at a wooden table. At his request, the deputy took off my handcuffs and left us alone. I was shaking from fear, hunger, and a lack of sleep. Mr. Garrity gave me a compassionate smile. "You really outdid yourself this time. Are you aware of that?" he asked. I nodded, but didn't speak. I fought back tears. Garrity took some manila folders out his briefcase and set them on the table. "Your criminal history is pretty extensive for a fourteen year old. This is a small county, so you stand out a lot more than if you were in a city. People pay more attention to you. They're less likely to want to make a deal. You could be facing a few years locked in a very scary place. You don't want that. Neither do I." Garrity was looking at me over the tops of his reading glasses. I trembled as I spoke. "Please...I promise this will be the last time. I'm gonna clean up and stop getting into trouble. I can't go to Richmond," (the name of the reform school), "I won't last a week there." Garrity chuckled. "You'd be alright there. It's not as bad as they say. True, you might get beaten up once in a while and have your food stolen, but you're a tough kid. Right?" I shook my head. "I'm not tough. Just stupid. I admit it. I do things cause I get bored. Maybe I could go to a private school or something -" Garrity cut me off. "Face it, Joey - you're out of luck. You had too many opportunities to do the right thing and straighten up. It's over for you." He leaned back in the chair and rubbed his jaw. "There is just one more thing I can do for you. One more chance to get it right. But if you fuck this up, you'll be behind bars for a lot longer than you're facing now." I grabbed at this. "What? What is it? I'll do it! I swear to God...I'll do whatever you want." Garrity watched me closely. He didn't answer for a short time. I swore again that I would do whatever I needed to do. Then he spoke. "First, when we go to court tomorrow, you don't say a word unless the judge asks you a question. Second, you're going to wear a suit and tie that I give you in the morning. Alright?" "Sure," I replied, "I'll wear whatever you want." "Third, whatever I say you're going to do, you will do. You're not going to know what it is, but you're going to do it. Understand?" Garrity lifted his eyebrows in a skeptical look. I didn't even hesitate. "Yes! Whatever it is. I'll work, or study - whatever. I'm through being an asshole." Garrity started putting the folders back into the briefcase. "It's going to be a little of everything. That's all I can tell you. Work, study, good behavior - all of it. It's gonna be tough, but nothing like jail. But I promise you --" he pointed a long finger at me "-- ANY screw-up from you from now on, anything, is gonna bring down a world of hurt on you. Okay?" I nodded. "Everybody knows everybody around here. If the judge is not pleased with you at any time from now on, you will be sent to Richmond and you will get 'special treatment' there. You know what that means?" I shook my head vigorously. "It means you won't have a friend in the world inside. Nobody will listen when you scream. There are a lot of hard-case guys in there who would love to have a soft boy like you to pass around. Understand?" I was sobbing at that point. "I understand. Please...I'll do anything you want." Garrity nodded, then stood. "Good. I'll have the deputy bring you the suit in the morning. We'll meet here and go into court together. Remember what I told you." He patted me on the back and opened the door. The deputy walked in and cuffed me before he led me back to my cell. Two At that age, I didn't care much for suits. The one Garrity provided for me fit good enough, but I felt like the tie was choking me. I fiddled with it when I met him the conference room. He told me to stop. He reviewed his papers while we waited for the deputy to tell us the hearing was about to start. Garrity then walked with me across the street to the county courthouse. He put my suit jacket over my handcuffs. The deputy stayed just a few steps behind us, all the way. It was the first time I had smelled fresh air in two weeks. There weren't very many people in the courtroom. My mom and dad sat in the area reserved for families. The farmer and his wife waited at one table with their lawyer, and Garrity and I took the other table. A court stenographer set up her machine near the judge's station. A bailiff rocked on his heels as he stood next to the stenographer. A reporter from the local paper sat in a chair, behind us. There would be no jury for me, just the decision of the judge. Before I sat down, the deputy removed my cuffs and I put on my suit jacket. The judge appeared and we all stood until he was seated. After a few opening comments by the judge, Mr. Garrity asked to approach the bench. He and the farmer's lawyer walked up to speak to the judge in hushed voices. After a few minutes of conversation, the three of them nodded and the lawyers returned to their tables. The judge announced that a settlement agreeable to all parties had been reached. The charge of arson against me would be dropped, in view of my age and other factors. I would have to perform community service, to be determined by the court. I was asked if I understood. I rose and said that I did. The judge gave me a stern lecture about right and wrong and responsibility. He said that he was willing to give me one last chance at truly reforming myself. He asked me if I had anything to say. I thanked him and promised to be good. The judge then declared the proceedings over. I turned to smile at mom and dad. I expected for them to be happy. They didn't appear to be. As I approached them, dad put his arm around mom and wouldn't let me hug her. I was taken aback. Garrity took me by the elbow and said "We have to go." I said, "But," only to be cut off by Garrity. "We're going," he said, firmly. "Remember the deal." I shrugged at mom and dad and waved a weak goodbye. Dad nodded and mom cried. I watched them until I was out of the courtroom. Garrity walked me to his car. I got in the front seat and he drove out of town. I rode for an a few minutes in silence. At last, I spoke. "Thank you, Mr. Garrity. I won't let you down." Garrity nodded, but didn't look at me. "I know you won't. You won't really have a choice. We're going to meet a man who is going to be in charge of you for a while. You'll be staying at his mansion. I've worked with him before and I know he's not someone you'll want to disappoint." I was frightened by that. "Who is he?" "You'll find out in a little while. Your father paid the farmer a whole lot more than the barn was worth. You need to thank him some day. Now it's time for you to do your part of the bargain. That's all I want to say for now. Just behave yourself and don't worry too much. The worst is over." Garrity guided the car onto an interstate highway. I sunk down in my seat a bit and started wondering what I had gotten into. Three After another hour of driving, we entered the suburbs of the city. There were very nice homes all around, with immaculate yards. Garrity took a series of smaller roads away from the interstate, until we entered a gated community. The homes there were much, much larger and far more impressive. He slowed, then we drove through another gate, onto a long, tree-lined driveway. The mansion that came into view was spectacular. I saw four floors altogether, and a few out-buildings on either side. I'd never been anywhere close to a house like this, before. Garrity parked the car and told me to get out. A tall woman in a female business suit emerged from the front doors of the mansion. She had short, red hair and wore a pair of thick rimmed black glasses. She didn't smile, but I found her oddly attractive. She appeared to be in very good shape. She approached me and looked me over before she spoke. "You're Joseph?" She asked. "Yes, I am," I said. I offered my hand for a shake, but she declined. She looked at Garrity and nodded. Garrity walked around the car and handed the woman a sheaf of papers. They shook hands. "He understands that he has to do everything he's told to do." Garrity said. "I don't think he'll give you any trouble. If he does, I'm just a phone call away." The woman nodded and then looked at me. "I am Ms. Winters," she said. "You will be under my supervision here. This is where you are going to stay for quite some time." Her voice had just a trace of a Scottish accent. It added to my attraction to her. "We have a room prepared for you, and a meal. Once you are settled in, we will begin your training." I wondered what kind of training she meant. All I knew at that point was that this looked a damned sight better than Richmond would have. Garrity spoke next. "Ms. Winters, I've had a long morning. May I come in for a drink?" "Certainly." Ms. Winters gestured for Garrity to go ahead. "You can have lunch here, if you like," she added. "You don't have to ask twice," Garrity said as he climbed the steps to the double doors. He held the door open for Mrs. Winters and me. "He doesn't have any luggage," he said. "I didn't think he would need any." Ms. Winters agreed, "He's fine just the way he is." We entered a long hallway made of fine wood walls and terrazzo tiles on the floor. The ceiling was painted a soft, sky blue. Ms. Winters' high heels clicked as she walked me toward a staircase at the far end of the hall. Garrity turned down a hall to the left. Ms. Winters motioned for me to ascend the stairs. Another long hallway came into view as I reached the top. Ms. Winters guided me to a wooden door about halfway down the hall. She took a key from her jacket pocket and unlocked the door. "Here is you room." She said. The room was much larger than anything I'd ever seen before. That's saying a lot, as my own room at home was as big as three of my friend's rooms put together. My new bedroom was half again as large as my old one. Nice! If this was punishment, I might just misbehave again! I looked around at the king-sized bed, the sofa and chairs and the oak table that took up one corner of the room. It had six heavy matching chairs around it. There were floor-to-ceiling bookshelves on two of the walls. A large bureau with a mirror faced the bed. Ms. Winter closed the door behind us. "The door will remain locked while you are alone in here," she said. "You will not have a key. The windows are all alarmed. Do not open them. We will keep the thermostat at a comfortable temperature. She pointed to a button on wall by the door knob. "Press that if you need anything. Do not press it for fun. That will be considered misbehavior. Over there," she pointed to a far corner of the room, "is the door to your bathroom. You will bathe twice a day at the minimum. More if we require it. Is that clear?" "Sure," I said. I wasn't really big on bathing or showering at that age, but I knew things had changed. Ms. Winters shook her head. "'Sure' is not a word to be used in this household. You will answer 'yes' or 'no.'" I was a bit amused by that. "Yes, Ms. Winters, I understand." "Good. You will undress completely in here and ring the bell when you are done. You will take a long, hot bath. When you are finished, ring the bell again. At that time, you will get your afternoon meal. Take as long as you like with the bath. You are always to be clean and presentable." I started undoing my tie. "Can I ask what's going to happen to me?" I ventured. Ms. Winters looked into my eyes. "A transformation, Joseph. You have made nothing but poor choices so far. Now, your future depends on your making the right ones. We will point you in the right direction, and if you follow it you will soon find yourself a new person. A better person." She smiled for the first time. "You will enjoy the process. Perhaps not at first, but in time you will learn to love it. Now, I will leave you to your bath." She left the room and locked the door. I took a minute to look around before I undressed. On the wall at one end of the room there was a door to a long, wide closet. It was cedar lined. I was surprised to see nothing in the closet but clothes rods along each wall, and shoe racks mounted on the inside of the door. I walked to the bathroom door and opened it. The bathroom was about a third of the size of the bedroom. It had tile floors and walls. A huge bathtub filled one corner of the room. It looked to be big enough for two or three people at once. A shower stall stood in another corner. A porcelain sink and toilet completed the furnishings in the room. I noticed that several bulky towels hung from rods near the bathtub. Hand towels were arranged on shelves above the rods. There was a ceiling fan and a heat lamp. I returned to the bedroom, disrobed, then pressed the call button and went back to the bathroom. I left the door partially open. Naked, I sat on the edge of the tub and turned on the water. It was scalding hot immediately, so I adjusted it to the right temperature. When the tub was half-filled I climbed in and settled back. The feel of the steaming water against my skin was delicious. I had had only two cold- water showers in my stay at the county jail. Neither one of them had gotten me anywhere near clean. It was nice to wash away the accumulated grime. While I washed, I heard someone enter the bedroom. Whoever it was, they said nothing. I did hear footsteps and a rustling sound, but that was it. I remained still and silent until I heard the bedroom door close and lock. There were shelves in the corner of the wall above the tub. Each shelf held bath lotions and soap. I checked them all to see which one suited me best. I picked a neutral-scented soap and washed myself from head to toe. I used two washcloths in doing it. When I was done, I pressed one of the silver buttons set into the interior edge of the tub. Underwater jets hummed and produced multiple currents of bubbles. When I presses a third button, I got an unpleasant surprise. A stream of pink fluid squirted out from one of the jets. The fluid was quickly dispersed by the currents, giving the water in the tub a slight pink tinge. I immediately smelled a very flowery, very feminine scent. I frantically pressed the buttons until the jets stopped. The color and the scent remained. What the hell? Who would rig up a bathtub like that? Why didn't Ms. Winters tell me about it? This was not cool. I knew I would smell like a woman when I got out of the tub. I must have turned all shades of red at the thought. I quickly opened the drain and climbed out of the tub. I scooted into the shower stall and turned on the water to wash away my new scent. I was instantly saturated with more of the pink hued water! This was nightmare. I turned off the shower and toweled myself off as vigorously as I could. Ms. Winters was going to get an earful from me! No amount of rubbing could entirely remove the smell. I walked back into the bedroom and did a double-take. My suit, which I had left on top of the bed, was no longer there. Nothing had been left in it's place. I half-ran over to the closet. Nothing, again. I returned to the bathroom and wrapped one of the larger towels around my midsection. I walked to the bedroom door and pushed the button. I was furious! Several minutes passed before I heard the door's lock turn. I was just about to say something when the door opened and I saw a rolling cart with a television atop it enter the room. The cart was pushed by a young girl in a modest black maid's uniform. She wore black shoes with heels that seemed impossibly high. She didn't smile or even look at me. She was followed by Ms. Winters, then two more girls in the same maid's outfits as the first woman. The girls all seemed to be roughly my age, and they were cute! I stood there holding my towel in place, wondering what in hell was going on. Ms. Winters held a TV remote control in one hand, and a DVD in another. The girl with the cart pushed it over to the wall, near an electrical outlet. She plugged in the set. Ms. Winters and the other two girls stood a few feet in front of me and stared at me. Ms. Winters spoke. "Drop the towel," she commanded. "Excuse me?" I said. Ms. Winters handed the DVD to the girl who had plugged in the TV. The girl inserted the disc into an opening along the side of the TV. Ms. Winters continued. "Joseph, I understand that you may still be in a state of confusion about where you are and what's going to happen to you. But you are here, now, and you have to do as I say. Now drop the towel." I clutched the towel even more firmly to my body. I tried to chuckle. "I didn't sign up for this-" I was stopped by a stab of pain greater than anything I had yet experienced. To this day I don't know how she did it, but the girl to Ms. Winters' left had me on my knees, in a hold that felt as if my right arm was about to be ripped from my body. The girl to Ms. Winters' right was just as quick. She removed the towel from me and left me naked. I couldn't speak, for all of the pain. I heard Ms. Winters say something, and the girl let go of my arm. I collapsed onto my stomach. I panted and lay there with my cheek against the hardwood floor. "If you'd like to feel that again, talk back to me when I give you an order. Otherwise, stand up." Ms. Winters' voice was entirely calm and emotionless. I tried to lift myself with both arms, but the right one hurt too much to put any strain on it. I used it to cover my genitals as I stood. "I'm sorry," I said, thinking it might do me some good. Ms. Winters looked at my right hand. "Both hands behind your back." I hesitated. The girl who had used the hold on me took a half step forward. I swung both arms backward and locked my hands at the small of my back. I was mortified. I had a woman and three girls - all of them probably my age - looking at my exposed privates. Ms. Winter Spoke. "Not too much development, as you can see. About two inches, would you say?" She asked the girl to her left. The girl nodded and agreed. Ms. Winters continued, to me this time: "Do you pleasure yourself?" I nearly died! I knew I had to answer, but come on! In front of three girls? I swallowed my pride. "Yes." "How often?" "I guess once or twice a day." At least! I didn't want to admit to any more than that. Ms. Winter nodded. "Take a seat on the bed," she said. I sat. the three girls sat, two on one side of me and one on the other. Ms. Winters pointed the remote control at the TV and I saw the screen come to life. She turned to me. "There are two parts to this presentation," she said. "The first part is a warning and the second is your first lesson." She pressed a button on the remote. A color image appeared, with sound. It was a close up of a young man who was manacled and suspended from the ceiling by ropes. He was naked and blindfolded. He appeared to be crying. The room looked to be a cell of some sort, with a concrete floor and cinder block walls. The camera pulled back to reveal a heavily muscled man, also naked, standing next to the younger man. He wore a black leather mask, and held a long, black cylinder with what appeared to be two metallic prongs sticking out of one end. The muscled man pressed the cylinder against the younger man's lower back. The younger man bucked violently and screamed. He urinated on the floor. His head thrashed. Ms. Winter stopped the DVD. She looked at me. "This is just the beginning of the warning. Do you need to see more?" "No," I said. What I had just seen frightened me to my core. "I don't understand what you want from me." Ms. Winter softened a bit. "There are essentially two parts to every person. The feminine and the masculine. Most people know early on which part they favor. They never entirely lose the other part, but they suppress it and play their chosen roles for the entirety of their lives. Some go too far. You went too far in indulging your masculine side, Joseph. It led to misbehavior. That is why you are here. We intend to move you in the opposite direction." Whatever hope I had of a nice, cushy "punishment" in the mansion was now gone. Did she just say they were going to turn me into a girl? Hell, no! I really didn't sign up for that. I raised my hands in protest. Both arms were instantly grabbed by the girls next to me. They kept vise-like grips on me. "I'm not going to hit anybody!" I protested. "You have to control your masculine instincts," Ms. Winter said. "You need to lash out when you feel threatened. You need to learn patience and thoughtfulness." She nodded to one of the girls; they both let go of my arms. "There's no way I can be a girl," I said. "I don't have any girl in me. You'd be wasting your time." Ms. Winter pointed to the TV. "What you just saw, Joseph, happened to a young man who believed he could never be a young lady, either. Needless to say, he changed his mind. Now, SHE is a very happy, well-adjusted young lady. You have no idea what you are capable of becoming. You just need the proper guidance and training. And motivation. Do you want to see more of his punishment?" I shook my head. "No. That's enough." I lowered my head. "Good. We'll skip to the second part. Consider this your first lesson." Ms. Winter pressed another button on the remote. A title screen appeared, featuring an attractive teenage girl in a blue, modest school uniform. "You New Life: Tipping the Balance? was written in gold letters above her. She sat in an empty classroom. The girl introduced herself as Brandi. For the next half hour, Brandi explained how it is possible for a young man to discover and develop the feminine aspects of his personality and thinking. She explained that feeling is more important than thinking, much of the time. That made very little sense to me. Brandi seemed to anticipate my thoughts, as she added that most males consider ?feeling? to be strictly for women. She said that the change ? ?tipping the balance? in favor of the feminine aspect of one's self ? was the key to true transformation. There weren't many specific details in the first part of the presentation, just large concepts. When the first part ended, Ms. Winters stopped the DVD. ?Do you think you understand what Brandi just told you?? She asked me. I didn't want more pain, so I gave her the answer I thought she wanted. ?Yes, I do. If I want to be more like a woman, I have to feel more and think less.? Ms. Winters shook her head. ?I will forgive you for such an insulting comment. This time. She said that you need to make more space for your emotions. You will do no less thinking, but it will be tempered by a woman's capacity for feeling. For example, you never would have considered burning down that poor farmer's barn if you had had the capacity for feeling empathy for him. You did it because it made logical sense to you at that moment. Look how much 'sense' that made. Look at the consequences.? I couldn't honestly disagree with her. That bothered me. She noticed it. She smiled. Ms. Winters nodded at the girls again. They rose and left the room. I heard several sets of wheels begin to roll across the tile floor in the hallway. Two rolling clothes racks appeared through the doorway. One of the girls pulled the first, the second girl steadied the two racks and the third girl pushed the second rack until both racks were fully in the bedroom. Both of the racks carried, by my rough count, a dozen dresses and women's uniform sets. All were wrapped in plastic dry cleaning bags. I smelled the cleaning fluid. Ms. Winter had the girls stop when they were in front of me. Ms. Winter gestured toward the racks. ?These are your new clothes. No more suits, no more blue jeans, or whatever it was that you were used to wearing. We will fill your closet with these items and you will be instructed as to what you will wear each day. Your underthings will be provided for you, as well. You will take care not to damage anything. You will be taught how to wash and clean your delicate items, and we will have the dresses and suits dry-cleaned as needed.? She had the girls push the carts to the closet door. They then started hanging all of the clothes in the closet. ?Your shoes will also arrive soon. You will take great care in learning how to wear them and keep them in good condition. All of these instructions are included in the video lessons.? I was lost in my own desperation. I tried to organize my thoughts in order to make sense of all of this. I was to become a girl. I would have to wear girls' clothing and learn how to think in a more feminine way. I had already been made to smell like a woman, so I assumed that makeup and jewelry would follow at some point. If I did not submit to this change, I could expect to be tortured by the man in the mask, wherever the poor kid in the video had been held. This was all pretty messed up. I tried to think of any possibilities of escape. I knew that I was on the second floor, so a leap to the ground wouldn't hurt me too badly, but the windows were alarmed and I had seen the high walls around the estate. I might not even get to the walls if I did hit the ground running. My prospects were bleak. How could I just give in, though? That ran counter to everything I believed about myself. I was smart and crafty and fast on my feet. Sure, I had been caught by the farmer, but that was just bad timing. I knew I'd figure a way out of here, given enough time. For now, I just had to watch and wait and plan. And cooperate. Four I sat and watched as the three girls finished loading my closet. They pushed the empty racks into the hall, then wheeled in a wooden chest that turned out to be full of all sorts of lingerie. Ms. Winters opened the lid and showed me the contents of the chest. She said that I was soon to familiarize myself with everything it contained. For now, the chest was rolled into the back of the closet. Finally, the girls brought in another rolling chest. This one, as revealed by Ms. Winters, contained dozens of pairs of shoes and boots. I noticed that nearly all of them had high heels. This chest was also pushed into the closet. When that was done, the girls returned to the main room and Ms. Winters locked the closet door. The girls left the room. Ms. Winters sat down on the bed, next to me. ?All of the things you saw them place in the closet will be yours, Joseph. You will wear everything over time. You will learn all of the tips and tricks a young lady ought to know at your age. A proper young lady. We do not not intend to turn you into a gum-chewing tomboy.? She placed her left hand on my knee. I noticed that she wore no rings. I began to get aroused. ?For now, though, you will remain nude at all times, until further notice.? What? I couldn't believe it. What was the point? I would rather wear a dress and look stupid than spend all day with nothing to wear, other than towels or a sheet. Again, she seemed to read my thoughts. She pointed to the four corners of the ceiling. ?You can't see them,? she said, ?but there are cameras everywhere. Do not attempt to block them, and do not attempt to hide. Nowhere in here or in the bathroom is out of sight of a camera. There are microphones, as well. You may cover yourself when you sleep. We will announce your bedtime and your rising time every day. When it is time for you to rise, you will be expected to uncover yourself and remain uncovered until instructed otherwise. Is that clear?? I nodded. She asked me to state my understanding. I did. She removed her hand and stood. ?Good, then,? she said. ?Your meal will arrive shortly. You will eat and drink everything you are given. Along with the food there will be a small cup with medications. You will take every one of them, under the close watch of our resident nurse. Any attempt at avoiding taking the pills will put you in the punishment room. Any improper disposal of the food will result in the same. Do you understand?? ?Yes, I understand.? To be honest, I was quite hungry by then. The prospect of a decent meal was very attractive to me, after two weeks of baloney sandwiches and juice boxes at the jail. I wondered what sort of medicines I was going to receive. Ms. Winters walked to the door. ?You have two assignments for today. The first is to watch the rest of the video lesson. Watch it as many times as you need to memorize the information it contains. The second task is easier: you are to choose a girl's name for yourself. In fact, choose three. I will select the one that best fits you. From then on, you will use that name exclusively. Understand?? ?I understand.? Great. I had no clue what names I would propose. This was beyond stupid. ?All right then,? Ms. Winters said as she opened the door, ?Make yourself at home and consider yourself a very lucky young lady.? She exited the room, then closed and locked the door. I laid back on the bed. How in the hell did I wind up here? That dick Garrity had set me up for god knew what reason. I assumed my folks knew none of the details of my present circumstances. I almost wanted to volunteer to go to Richmond. I figured I could at least toughen up there enough to hold my own. Then I remembered what Garrity had said about ?special treatment.? That might be worse than anything that could happen to me here.