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AUTHORS NOTE: I'd like to send a special thank you to both "Licorice" and "Elle Dauber" for their encoragement for a sequal story. I hope you two like it. And a special achnologement to: "Greengiant". I gotta admit that the first Gentleman's Bar story was pretty much a "beat fest" and after reading through it later I had to admit the story focused to much on the affects of the transformation rather than how it affects the people in the story. I hope this story flows better. THE GENTLEMAN'S BAR: RISKS OF A PUNISHMENT Cindy was at a table with her girlfriends celebrating her newfound single life. They each had already downed 2 shots of tequila and starting on a third round when her friend Lucy, a fiery red head, turned to her. "I know you're happy to be single again girl. But, like, what happened to Billy? I thought he was a nice sweet guy," she prodded as she took another shot. Cindy downed hers before replying, "That's just it Lucy. He was a nice guy, that's the problem. Sure being a nice guy is ok once in a while but it just gets so boring!" She paused to bite the lime wedge from her glass, "I'm just happy that I was finally able to brake up with him. And this time I don't have to feel guilty about it," she said smugly. "What'd you do?" Lucy asked. "I made a trap for him. So, if he fell for it, then it's all his fault," she said as she drank from a beer put down in front of her. This time Lucy was worried, "Cindy, what did you do?" The other girls stopped chatting amoungst themselves and looked at Cindy expectantly. Cindy looked around at her friends with a perplexed look on her face, "What? I told him I was being blackmailed and that they were at the bar here and I had Marsha waiting to get him riled up where the bouncer would take care of him." Lucy spat out the beer she was drinking and after wiping her chin, "Are you crazy girl?" she said in a hushed but harshed tone, "You can't mess with the bouncer! What if he heard you?" she asked as she looked around wide- eyed. Cindy, calmly sipping her beer again, replied, "It's alright, I already checked before I told you guys. He went outside." When she looked at her girlfriends sitting across from her they both had the look of a deer caught in the headlights. Cindy turned to Lucy who was looking behind her as well with the same look. Before Cindy could turn around she heard a voice that sent chills down her spine, "The Gentleman's Bar is meant for enjoying yourselves in comfort and safety. That is why I am here," the voice said before Cindy turned her head to look over her shoulder to see a lean-looking man in a dark expensive looking tux known to everyone at the bar as the bouncer. He did not look happy. "So you are the one responsible," he said, "I'm ashamed to have played a part in your pettyness. Now please, take out your drivers license and place it on the table." Cindy's mind was racing. She and everyone else knew what the bouncer was capable of. And right now he was focused solely on her, "What are...," she started, trying to think of something to say to get his attention off her but the bouncer cut her off. "Please take out your drivers license and place it on the table," he repeated in a firmer voice. With trembling hands Cindy complied, with trembling hands, she took her license out of her purse and put it on the table in front of her. She rested her forearms on the table sitting still and staring straight ahead as if that would convince the bouncer that she wasn't there. She jumped when the bouncer placed both hands on her shoulders. Without a word he began to press down on her shoulders. Cindy looked to her friends hoping that they'd be able to help but saw only terror in thier eyes. Cindy them began to feel as if the air was being pushed out of her like a ball. As the bouncer continued pushing down, Cindy began to feel her arms being pulled towards her. Her legs that had been folded under her chair began to drag forward. It was when she noticed that the table was getting closer and feeling her legs actually dangling that she realised that she was getting smaller. After what seemed like seconds the bouncer lifted his hands from her now smaller shoulders. Cindy stared at her hands that had somehow became so much smaller and childish looking. The dress she was wearing that was tight on her earlier now felt like a sleeping bag it was so baggy. The bouncer then picked Cindy's license pulled out the hankerchief from his breast pocket and used it to wipe the license as if he were cleaning it. A minute later the bouncer handed Cindy's license back to her. Taking it, she was shocked to see that it wasn't her drivers license anymore. The bouncer had turned it into a library card. The card showed a picture of a small young child. With a start, Cindy realised that the picture must be what she looks like now. Staring at the information on the card, she was now apparently five years old. "Now, If you ladies will excuse me, I have a call to make. Please make sure that the child stays out of trouble." He turned to Cindy. "You are now cut off," he said as he pulled the glass of beer away from Cindy and walked away. Cindy's girlfriends suddenly made excuses before leaving, only her BFF Lucy remained. Both were silent for a moment, the rest of the bar had returned to its usual bustle, Lucy attempted to relieve the tension at the table. "Well. At least your change was gentle." "Not funny!" Cindy shouted and instantly put a hand to her mouth shocked by the shrill voice that came out of her. Lucy surpressed a gigle. "You were asking for it." Cindy growled as she almost reached for her glass that was no longer there. Cursing to herself she flagged a passing waitress for another beer. "I'm sorry," she said, almost patronising. "But serving alchohol to minors is illegal." With that she walked off to another table. Cindy crossed her arms and sulked looking at the drink still in front of Lucy. Lucy saw her staring, and pulled her drink closer to herself. "Oh no," she scolded. "I'm not going to help you get drunk now. I'd hate to think what they'd do to me if I got caught." Cindy bulked at that and just resigned to sulking in her chair that was now to big for her. After some time she got fed up and tried to leave but was turned around at the door by the bouncer. Half an hour later a woman, escorted by the bouncer walked up to Cindy's table. "Excuse me," the bouncer started. "Your mother is here to collect you," he said gesturing to the woman beside him. Cindy stared at her. The woman was blonde and was dressed gaudy like a stripper or prostitute. The image wasn't helped by the fact that her breast were huge double D's. Her face was the epitomy of raw sex as well. With pouty lips a dainty nose and blue eyes that seemed to beg for sex continuosly. Despite all this ozzing sex appeal she looked uncertian, her eyes darting to everyone in the bar, always back to the bouncer. But there was one thing about this woman. She wasn't Cindy's mom. She was way too young. "She's not my mom," Cindy stated flatly while staring at her. "My mom died four years ago anyways," she said defiantly. The bouncer sighed. "That may have been the case for the old you. But this lady here is uniquly qualified to take care of you." Cindy slid off her chair, stumbling a little still being unused to the slight drop to the floor. She walked up to them having to crane her neck to look up at them. "There is no way this tramp is taking care of me." The bouncer cleared his throat well the woman continued to look nervous and unsure of herself. "If you won't accept the arangement I've made, then I will have to call child services," the bouncer told Cindy. "I-. Fine then," she said in defeat. She could always run away and make it back to her place later. "Very well then. The lady will take you home," the bouncer said. As Cindy began to leave with the woman, the bouncer tapped the woman's shoulder. "I am sorry for the role I played. While I can't change you back, I can relieve some of the punishment I've placed on you." The woman nodded whole heartedly. The bouncer asked her for her drivers license which she gave. He wiped the card with his hankerchief before handing it back. Her eyes bulged when she looked over the information on the card. As they left the bar the bouncer called out to them. "I for you not to return to this extablishment until you're twenty-one Chad," For a moment, Cindy wondered why he called her Chad until she reasoned that it must have been the woman's name. As they walked into the parking lot the woman pulled out her remote starter. Pressing the button, the headlights of an Mercedes Benz lite up with a quick beep of the horn. The woman stoped obviously surprised. "What's wrong?" Cindy asked hiking her dress up while trying to keep her feet in the heels as she dragged them along the ground. "N-nothing. It's just that I pulled up in a crappy hatch-back," she said as she started walking again. As they got in, the woman checked her drivers license again before starting the car. "My name's Bobbi by the way," she said as they pulled out of the parking lot. "It used to be Billy but, well, I don't really want to talk about it right now." This made Cindy nervous causing her to pull out her new library card. There, plain as day (or night as it is right now) was the name Chad West. With a start she reached for her crotch where she was shocked to discover that it had something more than she last remembered. Bobbi glanced over. "Is there something wrong?" Cindy flinched as she squezed. "No, nothings wrong," she said quickly. They spent the rest of the ride in silence. They later pulled up into the drive way to a huge fancy house. They bothed let out an astonished "Wow" before getting out of the car and walking up to the door. Bobbi pulled out her keys and opened the door. After walking in Cindy searched for a bathroom and locked the door. Seeing a full sized mirror in the shower door she removed her dress and underwear. She stared at her younger body for the longest time before she felt a twinge in her neither region. With a sigh she turned to the toilet. She was about to sit down when a thought occured to her. "Well since I have a penis now, I may as well see what the fuss is about." She pulled the seat up and for lack of a better word, took aim, and relaxed. And immediatly flexed muscles she didn't know she had when piss sprayed out all over the toilet and the floor around it. After grabing a wad of toilet paper to wipe up the toilet she pulled the seat back down and sat down shoving her penis between her legs to finish relieving herself. After she finished and wiped herself dry she cleaned up what she missed on the floor. Washing her hands was embarasing since she had to pull a stool over so she could reach the sink. She grabed her penis in her hand. "How the hell do I work this thing?" she wondered staring at it. "Wha-I'm not even circumsised," she shouted pulling at the flap of skin covering the head of her penis. She then heard a knock. "What is it?" Cindy asked pulling a towel off the wall. "I think I found your room so I got some cloths that will fit you. They'd probably feel better than the dress you had." Cindy grimaced and opened the door wide enough to accept her new cloths. She pulled on the plain underwear then the red t-shirt and finally the jean overalls. She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror again. She looked like any ordinary five year old kid. She groaned, hating her new body. Leaving the bathroom, she followed Bobbi who lead her to her new room. It looked like any other little boys room. There were some dinosour toys on the floor. The book case was filled with Sesame Street books. The bed spread had teenage mutant ninja turtles designs on it. "This is just great!" Cindy said to herself hating the room already. She looked up at Bobbi noticing that she had changed into more respectable looking cloths. Cindy climbed up and sat on her new bed pating the spot beside her for Bobbi to sit which she took. "So," Cindy started. "Do you want to talk about what happened with you and the bar?" "Well," Bobbi said looking off. "Back then, I was a guy." "It usually is," Cindy said. Bobbi chuckled. "Heh, I did hear things like that after the fact. Anyways, my girlfriend told me that some guy was blackmailing her and was at the Gentleman's Bar. No sooner I did then some crazy lady comes up to me claiming I stole something from her. She kept getting in my face and when I tried pushing her away, she somehow flies backwards screaming bloody murder of how I was beating her up and going to kill her. The next I knew, the bouncer shows up and," she paused holding herself shaking from the memory. "He changed me into this sexed up woman. Once I left I discovered that My old self no longer existed and I now worked at a seedy stripper joint where they had very loose rules against touching the dancers. I was... Expected to service the customers in between dances. I couldn't even escape my situation at home since "home" turned out to be a shitty apartment that was infested with bugs in the dangerous side of town where you're just as much expected to get raped as you are to get mugged." She then began to tear up. "I just don't know what I did to deserve something like that. And then, out of the blue, while I'm "servicing" in the alley behind the strip joint, the bouncer shows up knocking out the guy forcing himself on me and drives me to the bar. I thought that he was going to something worse like parade me in front of the others like a warning to the others there." "The bouncer doesn't need to do that. Everyone knows what happens when you break the rules at that bar. The regulars have seen it every now and then when a new person comes in thinking they're all high and mighty." "So what did you do?" "I tried to abuse what the bouncer does," Cindy said quietly. Sensing that it was a touchy subject, Bobbi left it for now. "Anyways, as he's driving me to the bar he's apologising the whole way about how I was punished by mistake and that the people involved have been punished. I was beyond surprised in the way he made it up to me. I could never imagine living in a big place like this in the rich part of town. I even have a job like my old one, albiet a higher paying one," she mused. Suddenly, Cindy let out a yaun as she rubbed her eyes. "Looks like someone needs to sleep," Bobbi said as she pulled Cindy up to draw the covers open and layed Cindy down. "But I'm not tired," Cindy pouted weakly. "And I'm not a child," she complained before trying to stiffle another yaun. Bobbi tucked Cindy in, much to her embarassment, and got up to turn the light off and leave. "I'm not saying you are a child but your body does need its sleep if you expect to grow up quickly. Besides, you'll have to be up early for tommorow since you are enrolled to start kindergarden." She then flicked off the light and closed the door. "What? What do you mean start kindergarden tommorow?" Cindy asked. But she could already hear Bobbi's footsteps going down the hall. Cindy tried for the next hour to stay awake but her new younger body betrayed her and she was fast asleep. The next morning she was woken by a hand gently shaking her. She looked up to see Bobbi standing over her. "Bluh?" "Time to wake up and get ready for school. I have breakfast ready in the kitchen," she said before leaving. Cindy slowly sat up and got out of bed. she plodded over to the bathroom on autopilot to relive herself. It wasn't until she had trouble getting on the toilet that she remembered what had happened to her yesturday night. She sat there a moment before nature made a more urgent call forceing her to face her business. After washing her hands, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen she was greeted by the smell of freshly cooked waffles. As she climbed the chair, Bobbi put the plate of waffles down in front of her. "I hope you like blueberries in your waffles. I used to cook them that way for my old girlfriend since they were her favorite. I kind of got caried away making them like that so if you want anything else, let me know. However, it's going to have to be cereal since we only have so much time till I have to drive you to school." "No, these are great. They're actually my favorite too. But why do I have to go to school? It's not like I'll learn anything new," she said as she shoved a mouthful in. "Maybe before you changed it wouldn't be a problem but you're a whole new person now. Believe me, I was way overqualified to be working in a strip joint but I couldn't prove it since the person I became aparently never finished high school. Just think of It being a refresher course. And you could try something different for a career this time around." Cindy swallowed another bite. "You're awfully chipper for someone who went through hell the last few days," she said eyeing her. "I won't deny that it had been hard when I was there. I'm not sure if I'd be able to live with myself much longer. Being forced to go down on some stinking sweaty guy or else he or my boss will beat me really left me feeling depressed. I'd be lying if I said that I never considered drugs or worse to get through it. If the bouncer never showed up, I don't know what would happen." Cindy looked at her plate in solace. She had her suspisions last night when she told her that her old name was Billy as well as her story but after hearing what she said, she was sure of it. While she didn't know what would happen to Billy after the bouncer was done with him she didn't expect him to be degraded like that. She alway thought the bouncer just changed people and he was done with it. She'd seen men that became women return to the bar so she always assumed... "I'm sorry," Cindy said with tears in her eyes. "What are you sorry for?" "It's me, Cindy!" she cried. "Wait a-" Cindy cut her off. "I was the one that set you up. That woman that got you into trouble was a friend of mine. I'm the one responcible for the hell you went through." She got off her chair rounded the table and hugged Bobbi, no, Billy around the waist as she cried into her side. "I'm so sorry for putting you through this. It's all my fault, I'm the worst person ever! I just thought he was going to turn you into a girl and that was it. It wasn't even a good reson either, I was just tired of you," she stopped to sniffle with watery eyes and turned away with her head down. "I'll understand if you want me to go away. I never deserved a nice guy like you." She began to walk away but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder that pulled her back into a hug that seemed to swallow her whole body. "I don't hate you," Bobbi said as she continued to hold her close. "I wasn't much of a boyfriend was I?" She lifted Cindy's head. "If you'll have me, I will be the best mother I can for you." Cindy ran her sleeve under her nose. "Th-that was really corny," she said with a laugh. Bobbi pulled a napkin from the table to help blow Cindy's nose which she took. "Yeah, but I know that it's the corny jokes that get you," she said with a smile before turning her around. "Now hurry up and eat. You still need to go up and get changed since you're still wearing your cloths from yesturday." With a thankful nod Cindy wolfed her waffles down and ran back upstairs to change into a blue t-shirt and biege kakki pants then ran back down to Billy who was standing by the door with a lunch bag in hand and a brief case in the other. The car ride to Cindy's new school was short. Cindy gave Billy a quick hug before getting out of the car and entering the school. She made it just in time as the bell rang where the teacher took a few minutes to settle the class down. "Hello class, I'm Mrs. Turner. Let's start the school year by introducing ourselves. Lets start with you," she said pointing to Cindy. Cindy looked around the other students, her new classmates. She felt anxiety and nevousness. "My name is Ci-Chad. My name is Chad West, and I'm new to the school." There was some chuckles and laughter around her causing her to duck her head down and blush in embarasment. "Now class, you're all new to this school so there is no reason to laugh. Now lets continue with introducing ourselves," the teacher said pointing to the girl on Cindy's right. The introductions quickly went around the circle of kids, some saying weird and funny things as most kids that age do, relieving Cindy that she was no longer the center of attention. The day quickly went on from there, much of it being boring to Cindy as half of it was singing kid songs and the rest was just the chaotic play that only five year olds could bring about. Half way through the day a boy named Troy asked if Cindy wanted to be friends. She almost turned him downed but considered the fact that she was going to have to grow up all over again and it be better if she had at least one friend, even if that friend was, mentally at least, younger than her. So after that thought she accepted and played with him the rest of the day. Before she realised it, the day was over and the kids filed out waiting for the busses or thier parents to pick them up. An hour later, Cindy was still waiting by the door waiting for Billy to come and pick her up. After seeing the last kid get picked up, she began to hyperventilate. What if Billy decided that he didn't want her to live with him? He had no obligation to care for her and could just as easily stick her in child services. She was just about to consider running back to her real home when she saw a grey Mercedes pull up in front of her honking the horn. Seeing Billy in the drivers seat she ran for the passenger seat and climb in sniffling again. "Where were you?" she cried grabbing hold of Billy's arm since it was in reach. "I'm sorry, work ran a little long and the traffic was hectic. Can you believe I hit every single red light getting here?" "So you didn't decide that you didn't want me anymore?" "Of course not," Billy said stroking Cindy's hair to comfort her. "If I didn't toss you out this morning, I'm not going to now." Cindy looke up smiling and tried her best to reach around Billy to give him a hug. "But I am going to have to ask you to get out of the car though," Billy said causing Cindy to draw back in shock. Cindy immediatly began to think that Billy wanted her to walk home. So she got out and began to make her way off when she heard Billy shout. "Where are you going?" Cindy turned and walked back to the car peering over the open window of the door. "I thought you wanted me to walk home." This caused Billy to laugh. "You dummy, you're a five year child right now. Unless you're sitting on a booster seat, it's illegal for you to ride in the front." Cindy felt her cheeks flush as she got in the back seat. "This isn't funny you know," she said with a pout. "Just think of it as me chaffouring you around," Billy said with a laugh. Five years had passed. Cindy and Billy, or Bobbi now, had trully formed a parnt/child relationship. Cindy had began to think of Bobbi as her mother. On reaching tens years of age again Cindy almost missed the changes that were happening to her body. Since she had a penis she assumed she end up being a guy but as puberty started to hit her she noticed her pecks puffing out into budding breasts. Her hips had also begun to widen as well. And while her face was always on the androngenous side, after the growing breast and hips, her face had slowly began to look more feminine than masculan. By this time in her life she had been taking the bus to school. While she could do nothing to hide her face, she began to strap her breast down to prevent others from noticing. But as her puberty ran on, her breast got bigger, her hips got wider and her face grew unmistakenly more feminine. This change hadn't gone unnoticed by her class mates and they began teasing her by name calling then shoting spit balls. Troy, who had been her friend since kindergarden had finally broken thier friendship under the peer pressure and joind the others in her torement. Bobbi had quite obviously noticed her changes and they made a trip to the doctors who ran every test under the sun. While Cindy and Bobbi waited as the doctor looked over the test results, the two were anxious for the verdict. The doctor grunted as he looked through each page untill finally he put the folder down. "Well?" Bobbi asked as she held tight to Cindy's hand. The doctor took a breath and scratched his beard a moment. "I can't explain it," he said bluntly. "What do you mean? What's happening with my son?" "I'm not sure Ms. West. Your son seems to be experiencing a highly unsual form of hermaphroditism. There's nothing in his blood work to show why this is happening. He has the normal XY chromasome pair for a healthy male. That's not to say it's not unheard of. There are a number of people who have a different chromasome pair to what thier apparent sex is. And while a small percentage of hemaphrodites do develope some secondary characteristics I've never heard of a case where a perfectly normal boy undergoing such an aggressive attack of the female charactersitics. If I didn't know better, from just a glance, I would have said your son was indeed a girl. Now that's not to say this type has never happened it's just exceedingly rare." "So where does that leave me?" Cindy asked. "Do I take hormones or something?" The doctor shook his head. "Unfortunatly no. At this stage, hormone treatment may halt the advance of your female characteristics but it won't reverse them. You will still have wide hips like your mother and while you may grow facial hair with the treatment your face will retain its female shape. Only reconstructive surgery would "fix" this and you'd still come out looking like an effeminate boy. It would be an easier task to remove your male genitailia and fasion an artificial vagina instead. But I must insist that this is an extreme option at this stage in your development and I wouldn't recomend it. It may do you more harm than good later in life." That news hit Cindy like a bomb. She just wanted to be normal. It was even worse since she had yet to tell Bobbi about the other kids teasing her. It was several months after the meeting with the doctor that her rides to and from school on the bus had sunk to a new level of hell. The kids that rode with her had began to flick her behind the ears. It didn't matter where she sat, even when she sat behind the driver there would still be someone sitting behind her flicking her ears. it had gotten so bad with just a week of this constant barrage that she had become a twitchy mess fearing contact from anyone st school. One day, she intentionally missed the bus home so she could make the trek home in somewhat peace. On her way she stoped at a city bus stop near a seven eleven. Cars were wizzing by obviously in a hurry to get home ahead of the rat race. Not wanting to but unable to stop it, she relived the nightmares she lived through while on the school bus. She felt each finger flick of her ears when suddenly she saw a truck barreling up the street a little faster than the speed limit allowed. With very little thought except wanting the torture to stop, she took a step forwards in front of the oncoming truck. Just before it hit her a hand grabbed hold of her collar and yanked her back just missing the truck by a mere inch as it sped past, its horn blaring. Rubbing her throat she looked up and over her shoulder to see the bouncer from the Gentleman's Bar still wearing his expensive looking tux standing behind her. "Why don't I give you a ride home," he said as he gestured to the parking lot at the seven eleven. Not knowing what else to do, and still in shock from her near death experience, she followed him to a 1950's Oldsmobile that looked to be in prestine condition. They both climbed in and drove off. It seemed as if the world was working against them as they seemed to hit every red light they came across. Cindy looked out out the window not really thinking of anything until she asked the question. "Why?" The bouncer was silent for a moment. "Why what?" he asked back. Cindy turned to him. "Why did you turn me into a freak? Why am I growing breast and why does my face look like a girls? Do you get off on doing this to people?" she accused. "I have never taken the slightest pleasure in punishing anyone," he said grimly. "What did I do to desrve this kind of punishment? Do you have any idea what I go through every day when I ride the bus? Everybody treats me like shit! And everyone looks the other way when I get picked on. Even in class the teachers would send me out to the hall for causing a distraction, they won't listen when I try to tell them what happened. So what did I do to deserve this. I nearly killed myself just now." The bouncer let out a huge sigh. "What did Billy do to deserve his punishment?" Cindy stared at him. "That's not fair!" she said turning her head away. "What did Billy do to deserve his punishment?" the bouncer asked again. Cindy continued to look out the window untill they stopped at another red light. "At the time I was bored of him. I didn't want to put up with any brake up so I thought up that thing at the bar," she admitted in shame. "Billy, or Bobbi as she is now, was forced into every sexual act you could think of. If she resisted in any way she was beated for it. Had I not found out your scheme She might have found herself in the position you almost put yourself in years ago. Even though she is innocent, she can never go back to the life she once had before she walked into the bar. I can't bring her back to normal but I can at least make her life easier than it was during her false punishment." "But why turn me into a child? And why a boy if I was going to turn out like this?" she gestured down at herself. "You were being childish for how you decided to work things out with your boyfriend. I punished you this way so you would feel how Bobbi felt." "How is that the same thing?" "You were friends with a boy named Troy, yes?" "Yeah, until he got tired of all the teasing..." Cindy stopped. "Your situation was a little more extreme than Bobbi's initially but they are similar," he said glancing over to her. "Then why have her be my mom? Why didn't you just send me to some foster home where I'd probably get eaten alive for growing up like this?" "Because Bobbi still loves you," he said plainly. Cindy stopped at that. "While she was geting beaten by random drunks she was still thinking of you, hoping that the person who was "blackmailing" you had decided to leave you alone." That news made Cindy's eyes tear up. Billy still loved her even when he was suffering those few days of his punishment. "Do you always try to save the people you punish from killing themselves?" "Yes." "Do you always make it?" There was a pause. "Not always," he admitted. Cindy heard the faintest strain in his voice when he said that. "While some may say those I punish rightfully deserve what they get. Those that are punished never deserve that fate. I can only set the punishment. How long that punishment lasts depends on the person. Some people understand their punishment and are better for it. Others loose themselves and sink in it not realising that they are able to leave." "But how do they know they can leave unless you tell them you can," Cindy asked. "Even if I do tell a person they can escape their punishment. It is up to them to decide if they feel they are deserving of it." "That sounds like you're evading responsability." "If I told ever person I had to punish that they can leave anytime then it wouldn't be much of a punishment," he replied. "I know, it's not a fair answere but when has this world been fair?" he asked as he pulled up to Cindy's house. As Cindy got out, the bouncer called out to her. "Just one more thing. You aren't alone. You have a mother who loves you and she will alway love you no matter how your body may turn." Cindy nodded at that and shut the door. As she got to the door of the house she looked back to see that the car and the bouncer had disappeared as if he was never there. Ten minutes later Cindy heard the door opened and went to see her mother walking in. "Hello Chad, how was your day?" Cindy swallowed the lump in her throat and walked over to hug her. With tear filled eyes she looked at her mother saying. "Mom? There's something I've beenn meaning to tell you about school."