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Auntie Dearest Brandon tried again to explain to his mother what had happened at the store but she wouldn't even hear his side. He would be spending the summer with his aunt in the country. He knew she would understand if he could just tell her that Adam's gang had cornered him and told him that he would go through their initiation or they would fuck him up. It had been no idle threat. He knew of two other guys in school who had refused or tried to get help against the gang. They had been beaten by the gang and one of them had worn a leg cast for most of the summer. Even though he didn't want to do it, Brando knew that it would be safer for him to do whatever they wanted. He still had some hard and fast limits that he would not cross, but anything else he was sure he could make right afterward. Surrounded by eight boys who were all larger than he was, all he could do was ask slowly what Adam wanted him to do. "Relax kid. This will be safe and simple," Adam had told him as if were actually a friend. Brandon knew that Adam was far from being a friend and his soothing tone had put him even more on guard. "All you have to do is go into Anderson's and bring back that crystal globe they've got. I'm going to give it to my girlfriend." Brandon had relaxed at that point. Adam did not say that he to steal it; he just had to get it for him. That relief had collapsed when Brandon saw the price of the trinket. It was several times the amount he had in his wallet. His allowance wouldn't help either. It would take a couple of months to save that amount. Being 16 with no part time job, he found himself between a rock and a hard place. All he could do was take the globe and come back to talk to Mr. Anderson later. He would pay for it with money he would earn this coming summer. Of course, he had been caught by Mr. Anderson. That is what Adam and his gang had intended. If he had gotten away free, they would still have come out ahead because they would have the globe they wanted. The store owner understood Brandon's situation and had called his mother instead of the police. Ruth had totally misread the whole thing and that was how he found himself being bundled off to for an attitude adjustment of some sort. @ @ @ The attitude adjustments had apparently begun almost the moment Ruth and Brandon had arrived at Rachel's. They had been seated in the family room, enjoying some lemonade. Brandon had only finished about half a glass before he had felt dizzy and passed out. He woke up to find himself in bed, which was obviously a girl's room. The walls were a pale pink and the bed he was on was made for a girl. He didn't know any guys who slept in a canopy bed with lace curtains and pink sheets. He was dressed in a white silk nightgown that felt strange on his skin as it slithered across his arms and legs. Getting got out of bed and crossed to the attached bathroom. The bathroom was painted in soft pastels and the frilly bath mat had a picture of a kitten on it. Again, it had obviously been decorated for a girl, just like the bedroom. The first thing he did was to pull the nightie over his head and drop it on the floor; he had no intention of wearing girl's clothes. Looking down, his underwear was also made for a girl, a pair of light blue girl's panties with a white bow right below his navel. He didn't know why he had been dressed like this, but he intended to get his own clothes back on when he finished here. The panties followed the nightgown to the floor. He turned toward the counter and basin to look into the mirror above it. What met his eyes shook him to his core. Where he had been a 16 year- old boy with the start of 6-pack abs and biceps, he saw an androgynous version of himself. The muscles in his belly and upper body had been replaced with softness. His arms and legs were rather thin. His entire body was hairless with the exception of his head. The hair on his head was still black, but it was now several inches long, very thick and wavy. He couldn't believe his appearance. Yes, a couple of months of inactivity would have robbed him of his definition and maybe even explain how his hair could be this long. But the way his face had changed was confusing, how could that happen? His eyes scanned down his body and saw other changes as well. He somehow looked thinner than before and his manhood seemed to look smaller. Turning to the toilet, his hand confirmed that his penis was somehow less than it had been. Having his cock smaller bothered him, but he was in dire need. He resigned himself to sitting and hoped that he would be able to get back to normal now that he was awake. Maybe this was somehow a dream. He found Sarah standing by the bed waiting for him when he returned from the bathroom. He covered himself in surprise, but Sarah just sneered at him. Sarah was a severe looking blonde, with her hair pulled back into a pony tail. If she were to let her hair down, use makeup, and smile, she would be attractive. She was a direct contrast to his aunt. Rachel had the same black hair he did that she kept shoulder length and pulled back. She used cosmetics where Sarah did not. Both women were about the same height he was. "Don't bother covering that thing up! It's barely there anyway and it's going to get smaller." She threw a bundle of clothes at him that made him uncover himself in surprise as they flew at his face. "Get dressed. Your new life starts now." She walked out of the room, leaving the door standing wide open. He laid out the items of clothing to find another pair of panties, a bra, a short blue skirt, and a light yellow blouse. Looking around the room, he could not find any of his own clothes or even his suitcase. Just so that he had something to cover himself, he had slid the panties up his legs and found them to strangely comfortable, they didn't seem to pinch his crotch like he had expected. When he felt between his legs, he had found that in addition to his cock being smaller, his balls were too. He was rattled enough at that point that he put on the blouse and skirt until he could ask his aunt for his own clothes. He stepped out of the bedroom in his bare feet and saw Sarah at a desk in the room across the hall. She walked over to Brandon and inspected his appearance. Finding that he had not put on the bra, she scolded him to do so. When he objected that it was silly because he was a boy, Sarah had reacted with intense anger and proceeded to spank him with a paddle. He found that Sarah was able to hold both of his hands in one of hers as her other hand had whaled away on his tender ass. He found himself unable to break her grip, showing how much strength he had somehow lost. Sobbing and his butt incredibly sore, he had Sarah and put on the training bra after removing the blouse. Once he had redressed himself, Sarah led him downstairs where Rachel waited for them. The two women informed him that his mother had left him with them and they would be teaching him how to be the young lady that he was going to become. His protests had fallen on deaf ears and he was further told that any unladylike behavior would be corrected. What ensued over the summer months was an unrelenting blur of 'training sessions', spankings and, shock therapy. Brandon was renamed as Michelle and he found himself slowly morphing into the girl they demanded he be. Very often, he would awake to find that his previous meal he had been drugged. He would always find that something had been changed. He didn't know if it was only the food that he consumed or the pills he was forced to take each day. In the weeks and months of the summer, the new Michelle found herself transformed from a 16 year old boy to a very pretty 17 year old brunette. Brandon found himself pushed deep inside of Michelle as she began to display the behavior that was demanded of her. It was easier to pretend that Brandon was gone in order to avoid the paid and punishment that was dished out. Any display of rebelliousness or anger at what had been done to her resulted in a spanking or a jolt of electricity from the shock collar she was forced to wear. The collar had kept her from even leaving the house without shocking her into unconsciousness. Over the summer, Michelle had celebrated her birthday and she had received a maid's uniform and high heels as a present. Michelle spent weeks performing as the maid during the day and acting as an ing?nue in the evenings. Both of her captors made it clear on a continual basis how much they hated men and that they intended to eradicate any trace of testosterone out of their new niece. Even though Michelle looked like a girl, they never really treated her as one. It was another incentive to conceal what was left of Brandon from them. @ @ @ The summer had finally come to an end and Ruth returned to claim her remade child. The girl had been forced to act like the perfect hostess for the three women, bringing tea and biscuits while they sat and visited. They even made her stand and sing a song for her mother. Her voice was much better than Judy Garland's when she had sung the rainbow song in the movie. Her mother was so impressed that she said the Michelle just had to join the glee club she started school again the following week. Rachel and Sarah had watched Michelle's behavior like a pair of hawks and Michelle had just smiled graciously and curtseyed at the compliment. Even at this point, any kind of negative behavior could have resulted in some form of punishment at Sarah's hands and Michelle wanted desperately to escape the clutches of the two dominatrixes. When Rachel had hugged the girl goodbye in a mockery of farewell, she had whispered the threat that her mother could always bring her back if she thought that Michelle needed an attitude adjustment. The ride home from Rachel's was quiet, very quiet. Ruth tried to get Michelle to talk, but the girl only responded with one or two words. Before she gave up on trying to engage her new daughter in conversation, she chattered on about how she had told the story to everyone that she had sent Brandon to live with her ex-husband while his sister, Michelle, came to live with her. The story was that the gangs Brandon had been hanging around with were a bad influence and Ruth thought that he would be better off in the country for a while. She informed Michelle that she had been signed up for cheerleader tryouts, theater, and she thought that Michelle should try auditioning for the glee club too because her singing was wonderful. She said that a girl needed to socialize and make friends. For her part, Michelle was careful to avoid appearing to be sullen or angry. She was scared to death at the prospect that her mother might turn the car around and take her back to the hell she had been dealing with. To avoid any further conversation, Michelle gave her mother the excuse that she was tired from everything that she had been through and that this was the first chance she had to actually take a nap. When they got close to home, Ruth woke Michelle and started chattering at her again. Ruth gushed that they were going to have so much fun as mother and daughter. As they pulled into the drive and got out, Ruth said, "Oh! I forgot to mention that I remodeled your room while you were gone. I just know you will like it. Rachel told me what the room you had at her house looked like." Michelle was returning with several suitcases full of her new wardrobe. She knew that none of Brandon's old clothes would fit her new body, which caused her no end of pain that she did not dare show. Michelle ferried her luggage up to her room and found that everything that she remembered of Brandon's was gone. In its place was a girly girl's room with a canopy bed very similar to what she had left behind. Brandon's oak bureau and computer had been replaced with a pair of white bureaus, a vanity with a mirror, and a computer desk with a pink laptop. The walls had been painted lavender to match the bedspread. The set of shelves that had once held the model cars he had spent so many hours building were now sparsely populated with some small stuffed animals and knick-knacks. Prominently featured was the crystal globe that Brandon had tried to shoplift. The room appeared to be centered around a kitten theme; just like the room at Rachel's that she had come to think of as a cell. There were pictures and figurines of kittens on the shelves, the computer table and even on the walls. She was sure that her bathroom sported a kitten bath mat as well. She stood just inside the room, her ability to speak temporarily frozen. It was as if her prison had been recreated here. Her mother stood behind her. "What do you think? We can add to it once you get settled in again. I had your closet redone so that there is lavender scent in everything, just like Rachel said you had at her house." Finally, Ruth realized that her new daughter was not moving into her room to admire things and that she was rather quiet. "Michelle?" Michelle rounded on her mother. "Where are my models and books?" "Oh, I gave them away," Ruth answered with a dismissive wave of her hand. "They weren't the kinds of things that a girl has in her room." The world seemed to tip slightly around Michelle before she focused and looked her mother in the eye. "I worked hard on those models! I would have wanted them." Her voice was tightly controlled, but there was an undercurrent of anger. The unwavering look in her eyes communicated that anger far better than anything she could say. "Did you know what your sister was going to do to me when you took me there?" She knew that it was an empty question. The fact that Brandon's room had been changed and how she had acted when she arrived to take her home had already answered the question. "Of course I did. It was for your own good," Ruth replied as if the answer was obvious. "You were getting involved with gangs, stealing things, and your schoolwork was suffering because you were getting into trouble. Your aunt and I agreed that the best thing for you was to give you a new life so that you would no longer have those problems." Michelle took a step back into the room, putting distance between them. Even being close to Ruth at the moment was distasteful. "None of that is the truth, except for the shoplifting," she said as her mouth tightened in anger. Her mother had been completely clueless about what had been going on in Brandon's life and then she had refused to hear him when it had been truly important and would have made a difference. "Brandon came to you more than once to tell you that he was being harassed by Adam and his gang. But you didn't believe him. When Adam threatened to have him beaten up if he didn't steal that globe, all he could do was try to take it with the intention of paying Mr. Anderson later. That's the reason he called you instead of the police when he caught me. He knew that I had been forced and he thought that you could help. "Instead, you gave him to your sister and had this done!" She gestured to herself. Ruth's surprise at Michelle's response at her outburst left her with her mouth agape. "Why didn't you just tell Adam that you wouldn't do it?" Ruth asked, uncertainty building about her decision for her child. Michelle looked at Ruth with some pity and shook her head. "I told you that they were vicious but you ignored me. A couple of guys at school did refuse. One got beaten up and he lost a tooth. The other guy ended up with a broken leg. There was no proof of who did it and they couldn't even identify who did it to them. Brandon did what he had to do to save himself." She let her arms drop to her sides in defeat. "Why do you keep saying Brandon as if he was someone else? Brandon was you," Ruth said. Michelle gave her a look of disgust. "Brandon died the day you turned him over to your sister. She's a very skilled biochemist. She was able to turn Brandon into this with their drugs and what all." She swept her hands down her body to indicate herself. "I was almost helpless for the first two weeks. Sarah made it very clear to me that she hated men and anything to do with me personally. She made me wear a chastity belt until it was obvious that I was no longer a boy. Then, every time I did anything close to unladylike, I was spanked or shocked with a shock collar. I was their servant and slave for the entire time I was there. "Once they were done transforming me, I was given clothes and uniforms to wear. Sometime in there, they did something to make me think and act like a twelve year old. They said that it was easier to teach a young girl how to become a graceful lady. Every time I did something unladylike, they used their shock collar on me as punishment. "They tried very hard to get rid of what made me Brandon, but I learned how to act, walk and talk the way they wanted me to. I never showed them that Brandon was still in me. I'm just glad that your sister and your lover are better chemists than they are psychologists. They might have realized that I was showing them just what they wanted to see." Michelle finally stopped talking and just looked at Ruth. Tears rolled down her face at the memory of the horrors she had been through. Ruth had tears of her own as she heard how unjustly she had treated her child and what she had subjected him to. "I'm so sorry," she said, blinking through her tears. "I was doing what I thought was best for you. I didn't know that would do those things to you." "You thought that the best thing for Brandon was to take everything that made him who he was and change him into this?" Her voice rose in outrage. No one had the right to do that to someone else. "You were supposed to be a loving mother and take care of your child and help him grow up properly. Not decide to mold him into your idea of the perfect child." Tears were streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me," Ruth begged. She stepped forward to hug her daughter as if thinking that a simple apology could make up for everything that Michelle had been through. Instead, Michelle stepped back and held up her arms to fend Ruth off. "Forgive you? Everything that made me Brandon was ripped from me and destroyed. I was tortured and brainwashed. I can't even go out in public in jeans. I can't bring myself to wear anything but skirts and dresses. I don't know if I can ever trust you again." Ruth fell back at those painful words and let her arms drop. She bowed her head in sadness and defeat as Michelle closed the door in her face. Her tears fell easily to the carpet as she stumbled down the hall to her own room. Once she was safe in her room, Michelle looked around for something to keep the door closed. She took the chair from the computer desk and jammed it under the doorknob, thankful that it had a high back and wasn't some rolling office chair. She didn't know what might cause Ruth to report her behavior back to Rachel and Sarah. There was a very real possibility that Rachel and Sarah might show up after her outburst, now that she had revealed that they had not completely eradicated Brandon and turned him into a good little girlie girl. Lashing out like that might have been a mistake, but she couldn't hold in her anger and disgust at what her mother claimed to have done out of love. She looked in her closet and found that it contained feminine replacements for all of the clothes Brandon had. Looking at some of the blouses and underwear, she saw that everything was in her size. Obviously, Rachel had passed her sizes and measurements on to Ruth. She quickly packed a duffle bag with the clothes that she could still manage to put on. It was merely a bug-out bag against the possibility that she might have to run. She knew that she couldn't just leave though. A 17 year-old that looked as good as she did would stand out if she were living on the streets. She would have to figure out some way to survive on her own. Ruth and Rachel would never let her go free. Going to the window, she was glad that her room overlooked the front of the house. It meant that she would be able to see anyone who might come visiting, like Rachel. It occurred to her that she needed to smooth things over with Ruth to make it look like it had just been a passing outburst or the release of tension in order to prevent her from reporting her negative behavior. She moved the chair and opened the door. The paranoid sense that she had developed as Brandon to avoid Adam and then had been enhanced in her attempts to avoid Sarah's zealous torture made her stop before stepping into the hall. She carefully looked both ways down the hall before exposing herself but there was no one waiting for her. She went down to her mother's bedroom and knocked on the open door. Ruth was seated at her makeup table, her head in her hands. She was still crying. Hearing Michelle's knock, she looked up. Without stepping into the room, Michelle said, "I'm sorry I said all of those things. It was just the first time I was able to be me without worrying about being hit or tortured." Ruth nodded, the play of emotions on her face made it obvious that she was not sure if she should be happy that Michelle was there or if she should continue to be miserable. "I really didn't know that they would do those things to you. Everything is going to be okay now Michelle. Please believe me. I'll help you fit into your new life. Don't worry." Michelle shrugged. "It's just going to take me a while to trust anyone again. I'm scared that Rachel will come back after me if she finds out that I am not acting like the girly girl she tried to make me into." Ruth smiled at her and looked a bit happier. "Don't worry. I won't say anything to Rachel." Then she said something that frightened Michelle to her very toes. "Rachel assured me that she could help you adjust if I thought that you needed it." Michelle just turned and went back to her room. Replacing the chair, she hoped that she had prevented or at least delayed a visit from her torturers. Not for the first time, she thought about the fact that she might have been better off letting Adam and his gang beat him up. At least he would still have been Brandon. Before she went to bed, the stuffed animals on the shelves and the bed were gathered up and dumped in the closet. The curtains around the bed were torn down and went into the closet as well. She might have the form of a beautiful girl, but she would be damned if she was going to act like one. The only bedclothes she could find that were acceptable was a plain white cotton nightie that went to her knees. She suspected that it had been purchased for chilly nights, but it was the only thing that did not have lace or made of some kind of slippery fabric. She fell asleep with her dreams colored with the fear that her mother would call down the fury of Rachel and Sarah upon her if she caused trouble. The next morning began a ritual that did not vary for months. Michelle was always up before Ruth and prepared breakfast, either for them both or just for just herself. When Ruth cooked, Michelle was careful to not eat anything that she did not see Ruth eat first. She made sure that it wasn't obvious that she was using Ruth as her food tester. She knew that it was paranoid behavior, but her food had been drugged so many times and things had been done to her when she had not control of herself. Her senior year began relatively smoothly. She was registered as Michelle Thomas, the same last name she had as Brandon. Rachel had managed to falsify education records to show that Michelle was at the same education level that Brandon had been. There had been some questions asked when Ruth had taken her in for registration because Michelle had taken exactly the same classes as Brandon. It seemed that one of those classes had been a pilot program that had not been adopted by the state school system. Privately, Michelle reflected that Rachel might be an excellent scientist, but she appeared to be lacking in imagination when it came to preparing her school transcripts. Michelle almost hoped that they would question her qualifications and look deeper, but she worried more about being outed as a false girl. She found herself welcomed by her classmates, something that Brandon had not really enjoyed. Where he had been on the fringe of the groups and almost invisible, Michelle was invited to join her female classmates for parties and sleepovers. She did not feel comfortable around any of her peers however. She worried every moment of the day she was around them that she would say something that would cause someone to question who she really was. As a result, she did not socialize with anyone from school and became more and more withdrawn. She had been transformed into a girl against her will and she was still a boy inside. It seemed to her like a beautiful girl was much more popular with both boys and girls than an average guy. She avoided dating, not that she lacked for invitations. Being attractive made her a target for every boy in both the senior and junior classes to ask out on a date. She politely but firmly declined every invitation. She had wanted to back out of the cheerleader tryouts, but her mother had given her a troubled look. As if to say that she was disappointed in her daughter and that she thought that she was trying to fight back. She had acquiesced to her mother's urging to participate in the tryouts, but it had been a lackluster attempt and she had not made the team. The girls who wanted to include her in their group were sure that she would be great if she tried again. She knew in her heart that it was only because of her looks and she refused to be seen in a tight sweater and a short skirt that would show so much of her leg. She never tried out for the glee club like Ruth wanted her to, but claimed that she had. Fortunately, Ruth never checked on her. She also declined to participate in anything that would make her the center of attention. She only wanted to be able to fade into the background as much as she could. If it had been possible, she would have spent her days hiding in the library. At home, she was polite, but quiet. She never initiated a conversation unless she was in need of something, but she responded to any question or conversation attempt that Ruth made. She just did not work to continue talking. As a result, Ruth never really noticed that Michelle never called her mother and Ruth was completely in the dark about any activities her daughter was taking part in...or not taking part in. Michelle found herself walking a fine line between keeping school and her fellow students at arm's length and making Ruth believe that she was actually having fun as a coed. Only a few months into the school year, things began to unravel for Michelle. Ruth was actually home at a decent time in the evening and answered the phone before Michelle could get to it. It was Paul Rodgers, repeating his invitation to take Michelle to a movie. Paul had been one of Brandon's friends before he had vanished the previous spring and Michelle had diligently avoided spending any time with him. When Paul had told Ruth that Michelle would not go on a date with him, Ruth had accepted for her and informed her daughter that she was going on a date. "You need to socialize dear," she told Michelle. "I don't like hearing that you have been pushing people away from you. This will help you get used to being the girl that you are." The movie date was set for the coming weekend. Things came to a head a couple of days later. Ruth was paying for groceries when the cashier, Tina, said, "I'm so sorry to hear about Brandon. I'm glad that you were able to take it so well and that Michelle is here to help you." Confused, Ruth asked, "What do you mean?" Ruth had spread the story that Brandon had been sent to stay with his father while his sister came to live with her. No one knew that he had died only a few years after the divorce...and that Brandon was an only child. "I saw Michelle at the bookstore. When I asked her if she had heard how her brother was doing, she started crying and told me that he was killed in a car accident last summer and that she was really your niece. She came to stay with you so that you wouldn't be alone. She's a good girl." "Th-Thank you," was all Ruth could say. She couldn't just say that Michelle was really Brandon and that he had been transformed into her daughter. Her head seemed to swim in shock at what she had just heard. She thought that Michelle had been dealing with everything and was only having difficulties adjusting to being a girl. Now, it seemed as if her daughter might actually be dealing with deeper problems. She hurried home to speak with her daughter, but Michelle was out. She didn't know what it could mean that her daughter was telling everyone that Brandon was dead. It really was not that telling people that Brandon was dead was a problem, but that she was denying that she was Ruth's daughter. She sat in the dark, waiting for her daughter to get home. It was late when she heard a car door slam and the girl came in through the front door a few moments later. "Michelle?" she called out as Michelle passed the doorway. She snapped on the table lamp beside her. Michelle stopped and turned to face her. "Yes?" Her voice was pleasantly pitched, but it didn't sound like a girl saying, "Hi mom! How was your day?" It seemed to be more like a student being called upon in class. "Are you telling everyone that you are my niece and not my daughter?" Michelle's face remained blank as she blinked a couple of times before she said, "Yes. It made sense to me. You gave birth to Brandon, not Michelle." "But you're my daughter." "You might consider me to be, but you aren't. Not really. My life as Brandon was stolen from me and he was destroyed, by you and your sister." Her answer was delivered with the same dispassionate tone that she had been using all year. Ruth had not really noticed it because she had allowed herself to be pulled into additional responsibilities at work and dealing with the management of the household. Looking back over the past months, she realized that she and her daughter had not gotten any closer together than she and Brandon had been. She sat and really looked at Michelle for the first time in a long time. She saw an attractive, black haired young lady with graceful curves. She might be a bit too chubby to be a runway model, but she was still nice to look at. Even as her mother, Ruth could see that. Her face was heart-shaped and open. Michelle and Ruth actually resembled each other. It was the expression on Michelle's face that disturbed her. There was no friendly smile or crinkling of the eyes, but there did not seem to be any sign of anger or dislike. The blankness that Ruth saw sent a chill down her spine and she felt the hair on her arms standing up as if a chill had struck her. She had seen that expression before, on the face and in the eyes of a friend who had later killed himself. Had she really missed this problem in her child? What had she really done to her child? Ruth could see that something was seriously wrong between them, but she didn't know how to repair it. Therapy would be one answer, but it would be impossible to approach just any one. How could she tell someone that her daughter used to be her son and that she appeared to be suffering from emotional problems? Her only recourse was to consult with her sister to find out if there was a professional she could trust with this secret. "I'm sorry," Ruth said, wishing that she could make Michelle know how she felt. "I really thought that things were getting better between us. I didn't realize that you were having troubles. Can we talk about it?" Michelle just looked at her; there was no real interest or warmth in her expression. "It really isn't necessary. I just want to get through my final year of school and go." "Go where?" The statement that she just wanted to leave hurt deeply. She was coming to realize that she hadn't become part of Michelle's life at all. She had been skillfully deflected each time she had tried to engage her and now she found herself completely frozen out. "I don't know yet. Maybe go to college. Just away from here." "Please Michelle, I want to help. Please talk to me," Ruth was desperate to still be part of her child's life and was trying to ignite some kind of rapport with her. "I really don't want to right now," Michelle answered. "Your sister said too many things to me to risk having her to be able to hurt me again. You've even threatened to have her work on me again!" "But you're my daughter! I want to help you!" Ruth practically shouted as she stood. "I'll protect you." Michelle was completely unmoved by her mother's outburst. "You weren't protecting me when you had me turned into this." She held her hands out to indicate herself. "I'll have to think about it. Trust doesn't come easily for me anymore." Ruth was out of things to say or promise and all she could do was nod jerkily. Her head seemed to be spinning at the revelation that the child she had brought home had become a distant stranger. Where she had thought they would forge a close bond, there was nothing. She just watched as Michelle continued on through the kitchen and took the stairs to her bedroom. Once she heard Michelle close her door, she picked up her cell phone. @ @ @ It was a couple of hours later and the house was dark and quiet again. Michelle had heard Ruth pass her door quite some time ago. Ruth was not concerned about having someone come into her room in the middle night as she had long ago replaced the lock on her door with a key-operated lock. The only way someone could get at her was with an axe to chop down the door. She wore the grey sweats that she preferred over the nighties and baby dolls her mother continued to provide for her. Because of brainwashing she had succumbed to, she was only able to wear them in complete private. It was one of the reasons she secluded herself in her room. Paranoia drove her to creep crept bare footed down the stairs, avoiding the treads that squeaked terribly when they were used. Knowing that Ruth was prone to leaving her cell phone in the family room, she found it and scrolled through the call history. Even though it had been months since her transformation she still felt an electric jolt of fear to see that Ruth had called her sister and spoken for almost fifteen minutes. If they were coming for her, she knew that she had at least an hour before they could be here, but she was sure that they were coming. Adrenaline drove her now as she silently but quickly went back to her room and dressed again. It was time to put her emergency escape into operation. She had kept her bug-out bag updated so she only needed to pack another bag with the essentials. She was out of the house with both her bags and down the drive in her beater of car within half an hour after checking her mother's phone. The car was quite literally the only thing that provided a link between Brandon and Michelle. She drove across town to a small motel where she managed to get a room. She convinced the boy at the night desk to let her have a room because she was close to becoming a legal adult. As much as it revolted her, she had learned over the months that a little flirting helped when dealing with boys and most men. @ @ @ Come morning, she drove just close enough to her house to see her aunt's car in the drive. Her only question now was if both women were with her mother. She knew now that she would never be able to escape from them. She would always be afraid that they would be able to put her back into that house and hurt her. There was a very real chance the Michelle she was now would cease to exist at their hands. Parking at the other end of the block, she sat and watched the house. After an hour, she saw Sarah go out to the car to get a bag. That told Michelle everything she needed to know. If Sarah was there, so was Rachel. A plan was beginning to form, but it was still vague. It never occurred to her that it might be dangerous or mentally skewed. Finally, all three women left the house in Rachel's car and drove away. Michelle was glad that they had gone the easier way out of the housing development so that she remained hidden. Once she was sure that they would not be returning to the house right away, she left her car to make her way back to her house through backyards. Once she was in the house, she went to her mother's room to retrieve a jar she had seen Rachel give Ruth all those months ago. Michelle had seen the same jar of powder during her days of captivity. She had finally realized that this particular chemical was being used on her whenever she had been drugged. It took her all of ten minutes to mix it into the sugar used for tea with the drugs. Her mother's and aunt's preference for tea would be their downfall. Returning to her car to wait for them to come back, it was a few hours before she saw Rachel's car pull up to the house again. She watched them go into the house and waited an hour. Even though her mother had given her a cell phone, she had never used it because she was afraid of being tracked. Now, she risked using it to call the house and she listened to the phone ring until the answering machine picked up. Knowing that it was safe to go into the house now, she left her car and approached the house with confidence. @ @ @ Ruth woke to find herself on the floor of the living room, alone. The last thing that she remembered was drinking tea with Rachel and Sarah, wondering where Michelle could be. She did not see either of the other two women in the room and her teacup lay on the floor beside her. She pushed herself up from the floor, feeling a bit unsteady and she flopped down onto the sofa. After sitting with her head back for a few minutes, the world stopped turning around her. She sat up and looked around for some sign of her sister. A note on the table in front of her caught her eye. It was addressed to Ruth. Picking it up, she read: Ruth: It has been almost a year since Brandon was turned into Michelle. I have tried to accept this life, even though I hate it and what was done to me. I know that if I had tried to go the authorities, your sister and her lover would have found some way to make me seem to be an insane girl instead of a girl who used to be a boy. I realized that Rachel must have done this to other boys and men over the months and years. If she were allowed, she would continue to transform men into women. Then a plan occurred to me that would stop her, cause an investigation into what she and Sarah have been doing, and raise enough questions about who I really was to let me lay Brandon to rest. We're in the garage. - Michelle @ @ @ The driveway and street in front of the house were cluttered with official vehicles within half an hour. It had been a single patrol car that had been swiftly followed by an ambulance, more squad cars, and, finally, a second ambulance. Ruth sat in the open seat of one of the police cars and wept as she watched the final stretcher slide into the ambulance. She looked up at the officer who came over to her and said, "Mrs. Thomas? I have some questions for you." THE END.