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What Choice Do I Have? - Part 2 Authors Note: Hi everyone! Firstly I would like to say, thank you so much for all the positive comments I have had since posting the first part of this story! Nothing fuels my writing more than the feedback from my readers so I do really appreciate it! I will try and answer people who have left questions but it may take me a while to answer and for that I apologise! Anyway I hope you enjoy this next chapter! I woke early as the first light of day began to seep through the curtains. Unsure what to do, I lay in the bed staring at the ceiling fearful of what this day may entail. I was pretty certain that Deborah had no intention of letting me go yet, especially after my escape attempt last night, so I presumed it would be another day of cleaning her son's room, but what would come after that? I lay in silence for around an hour before I heard a movement outside the door followed by the click of the lock and then the door swinging open. "Rise and shine! Time to get up, there's lots to do today." Deborah said walking in and pulling open the curtains flooding the room with light. She was still wearing her pyjamas, with her hair pulled back in a high pony tail. I squinted at the brightness as she came and sat down on the bed. "What you tried to do last night was unacceptable. I feel I'm running out of options here, if I can't make you see the error of your ways then you're not really giving me any other choice than to call the police and let them deal with you." "No! Please! Please don't!" I begged, sitting up in the bed. "Well what am I supposed to do?" She asked me, "I tried treating you with civility, I tried to give you a chance at redemption, and you repay me by trying to just leave when you feel like it." "Please don't call the police, I promise I'll behave." "How can I know you mean that?" "Please, I'll do whatever you want, just don't call the police" "Really?" she asked looking up at me. "Well as long as you promise to be completely compliant from now on I think we can overlook last night's discrepancy, but there are going to be some changes." "Changes?" I asked nervously. "Yes. You clearly don't know how to act like an adult yet, unable to tell right from wrong, thinking that breaking into someone's house is somehow acceptable. So I have had a think and decided that you need to learn the lessons you should have learnt when you were a child. So what better way for you to learn those lessons than be treated like a child, at least for a while." "What? You can be serious?" "Deadly, and seeing as all I have that will fit you are these girls clothes, then I think that's what you'll be, a little girl. You seemed to have so much fun routing around in my knicker drawer so now you will have one of your own to enjoy." "No! I won't do it! You're crazy!" I protested. "Hmm disappointing, that didn't last very long," she said standing up, "Okay, well I shall give the police a call, you can wait in here for them to come and take you away." "Okay! Wait!" I said, clambering out of bed and running in front of her to block her exit from the room. "I'll do it..." "Are you sure?" Deborah asked looking down at me. "Do you promise to do as you're told at all times?" "Yes, I promise!" I said frantically. "And you will dress how I tell you to dress?" she asked. "...Yes... If that's what it will take." "And you will be a good girl for your mummy?" I sighed and bowed my head in shame. "Yes." "Say it then, say you will be a good girl." "Come on, this is ridiculous..." "Right that's it I'm calling the police," she said, moving to push past me. "Okay, okay! I'll be a good girl, I promise," I said panicking. "Good. I'm glad you have come to your senses," she said smiling. "First I want you to go and have a shower, there is a razor in there, get rid of any and all of your body hair you have and then I want you to come back in here and we shall get you ready for the day," she said handing me a large towel which I dutifully took off her. "Good girl," she said with a smile. I re-entered the spare room forty five minutes later wearing nothing but the towel wrapped around my waist and a noticeable lack of any hair on my body, which I was extremely conscious about. "Ahh there you are!" she said turning toward me. "Did you shave all over?" I nodded. "Even down there?" she asked, pointing to my groin area, again I nodded feeling my face go red. "Very good, well come over here and we'll get you dry." I walked toward her and before I knew it she had pulled the towel from my waist and wrapped it around my body and began to rub me dry. "Hey! What are you doing?" I said stepping back from her. "Oh hold still, silly girl," she said chastising me softly. I obediently stood there in shame as she continued to dry me with the large towel. "Right there we are, all dry, come and sit down at the vanity and we shall brush out your hair," she said wrapping the towel around me once more but this time around my chest instead of my waist. I felt the air around my newly smooth legs as I walked over to the vanity unable to ignore how vulnerable and small it made me feel. I sat down in front of the vanity as Deborah proceeded to blow dry my long hair and it brush out, primping and preening it as she went. Before long she had bushed out my hair before parting it down the centre. She used some pink snap clips to hold either side back behind my ears before placing a matching thin pink hair band in my hair adorned with a large daisy. After this, she worked on my face plucking hairs from my eyebrows in order to give them a girlish shape, making me yelp in pain more times than I care to admit, after which Deborah would tell me to stop being such a baby. She also curled my long eyelashes and used a small amount of make up to enhance my youthful features. I winced looking at myself in the mirror as the 25 year old man began to disappear and a young girl took his place. "Well you already look adorable, I cannot wait to see you all dressed! Speaking of which," she said turning to the bed. "Stand up and come over here." I followed her over to the bed, once again she pulled the towel off of me making me quickly clasp my hands over my groin. With a roll of her eyes, Deborah slapped my hands away leaving me exposed, she turned to the bed and picked up a pair of girls knickers. "These are a size down from the ones yesterday so they should fit you a bit better," she said holding out a pair of knickers for me to step into. They were far more girly that yesterday's pair. They were pink with faint heart print and a frill around the waist band and legs. With a groan I stepped into the knickers and Deborah pulled them up my legs, they fitted much better than the knickers yesterday which made me wince at the idea that clothing designed for a 12 year old were a perfect fit for me. Miserably I noticed that the knickers left my groin looking fairly flat with my penis tightly held back between my legs. "Okay arms up sweetie," she said as she pulled a matching pink vest down over my torso. She stepped back to inspect her creation so far, smiling as she looked me up and down. "Oh! You know what, before we do the rest I think we should paint your nails!" she said excitedly. "I have some yellow nail varnish which will look so cute with the outfit I have for you! Wait here I'll be right back." Deborah left hurriedly, leaving me standing in the middle of the room in nothing but this foreign underwear. I sat down on the bed with a sigh, catching my reflection in the mirror as I did so. For a brief moment l was confused by the sudden presence of this young girl, before, with great shame, realising who I was really looking at. I looked away from the mirror, bowing my head but that only fixed my gaze on my hairless legs and girlish knickers that now encased my manhood. A moment later Deborah returned with a bottle of nail varnish. She pulled the vanity stool up to the bed and placed my foot on her knee as she proceeded to paint my toe nails bright yellow. "I always wanted a daughter you know," she said with a sigh. "I mean I love my son, he's the best thing that has ever happened to me, but I can't help wishing I had a little girl. One I could do girly things with, like take shopping for pretty dresses or paint each other's nails like this." "It's not exactly something I want..." I mumbled. "Oh I'm sure you will learn to enjoy it a little, you need to embrace this situation and then you will get more out of it." "I just want to get through this and get back to my life." "What life?" she replied without even looking up, leaving the question hanging in the silence that followed. She finished off painting my toe nails before repeating the process on my fingers. "Excellent," she said, leaning back with a smile after she had finished, "They will look so pretty with your outfit. Speaking of which." She stood up and walked over to the wardrobe, opening the door and pulled out a yellow sleeveless sundress patterned with white flowers around the hem. I wasn't exactly surprised to see a dress, from as soon as she revealed I was to be taking on the persona of a young girl, I had presumed she would want to enforce that point as much as possible. Nevertheless, seeing the clothing I would soon be wearing made me feel sick to my stomach. Deborah scrunched up the dress and threaded my arms and head through it as I stood there like a zombie, before pulling it down my body and fastening the four yellow buttons that ran up the chest. "There we are," she said, fussing with the hem until the dress sat properly on my small frame. "Okay pop these on and then we are done," she said passing me a pair of white sandals adorned with three flowers across the top. I slid my small feet into them and Deborah buckled them up. "You look so pretty," she said standing up with a smile. "You know, I don't think Phillip is really a suitable name for a pretty little girl like you. If I'd ever had a daughter I would have called her Lilly, it's a very pretty name don't you think?" "I guess." "I think it would suit you perfectly, in fact that's going to be your new name. You will be my 10 year old daughter Lilly, okay?" "Fine." "And from now on you address me as mummy like a good girl. Do you understand?" "Yes," I said staring at the floor. "Yes what?" she asked lifting my chin so I was looking up at her, straight into her beautiful green eyes. With butterflies in my stomach I replied. "Yes mummy." "Good girl," she beamed at me, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I don't work weekends so we can spend some time together so I can teach you how to be a little girl properly, if you do this well then I may consider letting you go without pressing any charges, so you better be on your best behaviour okay?" "Yes mummy." She smiled warmly at my reply. "Come on then, let's head downstairs and make you some breakfast." She took my hand and led me out the room. Breakfast consisted of a small bowel of cornflakes and I had my first lesson in girlish mannerisms as Deborah reminded me to brush the skirt of the dress under me as I sat as to not crease it. It was an incredibly feminine gesture and I inwardly cringed as I complied. Over breakfast Deborah laid down some ground rules. She told me I was to no longer take part in anything unsuitable for a girl my age. If I wanted to do something that I felt may not be suitable for a little girl, I had to ask permission from my mummy. I no longer had to clean up Luke's room, but instead Deborah had planned a few Mother, Daughter activities for us to do together, I dreaded what they may consist of. I nodded along miserably to all the rules before dutifully taking my empty bowel over the sink to wash. "Why don't you go and watch some cartoons sweetie while mummy gets dressed for the day okay?" I traipsed into the living room and sat down on the sofa. I really didn't feel like watching any TV, especially cartoons, so instead I laid back and closed my eyes trying to get a moment of relaxation. It was no use though, every time I shifted slightly or even breathed deeply I could feel the skirt of the dress brushing against my bare legs or the vest I wore underneath hug my torso. I gave up and flicked on the TV, browsing the channels, settling on a 24 hour news channel. I turned it down so Deborah wouldn't be able to hear the noise. I'm sure the news would fall into the not suitable for children category. I was able to distract myself from my situation for a while as the news rolled through the various headlines. After a while I heard Deborah begin to come down the stairs and quickly switched the station to a kids TV channel before she came in. "All okay in here?" She asked poking her head into the room and glancing toward the TV to see what I was watching. "Oooh what's this?" She asked. I looked up the TV and suddenly regretted not turning off the television. I seemed to have flicked to what appeared to be a children's reality TV show about kids at a ballet school. "I didn't know you liked ballet," she said smirking. "I don't," I said quickly. "It was all that was on, and you said to watch television." "Alright dear, calm down, I'm just teasing you," she said with a chuckle. "Though I'm sure you would make the cutest little ballerina." She winked. "I don't know about that, I don't exactly have much in the way of coordination." "Well, that's why you practice, maybe we should see if we can find you a nearby dance school for you to go to," she said, I couldn't figure out whether or not she was still teasing me or being serious, I didn't reply, instead quickly turning off the telly. "Anyway, do you want to come through to the kitchen, I have a fun activity for us to do." I got up from the couch, and followed behind Deborah through to the kitchen. She had dressed in some tight white jeans and a striped navy long sleeve top. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun. I couldn't help but feel slightly aroused as I followed behind her staring at her perfectly shaped bottom encased in the jeans, her blue lace underwear peaking slightly out the top of them. Here I was in my flowery yellow dress, an erection stirring in my pink knickers, I felt pathetic. "Okay," she said arriving in the kitchen, "so today I thought we could make some cookies, I have some cookie cutters with lots of fun shapes and then after we can decorate them." "Erm, okay," I replied. "It'll be fun, I promise, but first let's get you something to cover your clothes, we don't want you getting your dress all messy. Here this should do the trick." She tied an apron around my waist, it was pink and covered it a print of blue cupcakes. "Okay Lilly, honey, I'm going to put all the ingredients into this bowel and then I want you to mix it all together using this electric whisk okay? Don't worry, mummy is going to keep hold of it as well so you don't hurt yourself." It was like she had already forgotten I had been anything other than a little girl. We spent the next hour mixing together the ingredients, before rolling out the dough. As much as I hated myself for it, I started to enjoy the activity. I had always enjoyed cooking, I'd always found it very relaxing, but it had been a long time since I'd had a chance to do any proper cooking. It was almost therapeutic whisking the ingredients together. For a time I forgot about what I was wearing, only to be suddenly reminded when Deborah gave me small praises of, "good girl!" for cutting out the feminine shapes or seeing my bright yellow nails glisten in the light as I rolled out the dough. Once they were baked, Deborah mixed some icing of pale pink and white, and produced some tubes of writing icing, "I have the perfect cookie cutters! You'll love them," she had said fishing out an unopened pack of princess themed cookie cutters, one in the shape of a stiletto, one a crown and one a ball gown, it was safe to say I did not 'love them'. She decided it would be good for me to decorate the cookies at the kitchen table by myself. "Don't forget now," she'd said pouring a glass of wine, "you're a girl now, so I expect them to be decorated as any girl would decorate them okay? I'll be in the living room if you need me." She left the room carrying her glass of wine and a magazine. How would a girl decorate them? I thought to myself staring at the bare cookies sitting on the tray. I picked up one of the ball gown shaped cookies studying it, I looked to the icing for inspiration. Pink for girl's right? I spread the pink icing across the top of the cookie and then set it back on the tray. I did the same with the rest alternating between pink and white icing. Once I had finished I wandered through to the living room tentatively to find Deborah lying on the couch reading her magazine, the glass of wine sitting on the side table. "I'm finished," I murmured playing with the edging of my apron. "Do you mean, I'm finished mummy?" she said not looking up from her magazine. "Erm yes," I replied. "Well? Say it then," "I'm finished... mummy," I said my voice cracking a little on the m word. "That didn't take you very long, well let's go have a look," she said swinging her legs off of the couch and standing up. We walked into kitchen and I stood next to the table as Deborah inspected the cookies. "Hmm they're a little bit bland looking, why didn't you use any of the writing icing I put out for you?" "I didn't know what to do with them," I replied honestly. "Oh come on," she sighed, "you can do a darn site better than that, sit back down and decorate them properly. I don't want you to come back through until you have done a better job otherwise we may have to reconsider our current agreement," she said making me fearful. She walked back out of the kitchen leaving me once more alone with my princess cookies. Over the next hour, out of fear of the repercussions I attempted to carefully decorate each cookie with various feminine designs. I gave the skirts of the ball gowns pleats running down in white icing and small blue spots on the bodice and the crowns were decorated with yellow and green icing to represent jewels. The stiletto shaped cookies were a bit more of a challenge so I decided to give them a flowery pattern on the toe because what little girl doesn't love flowers I thought looking at the daisy print that decorated the hem my own dress. Deborah was much happier when she came back through to inspect the results. "Well done sweetheart, they all look very pretty. Let's have a little lunch and then you can try one of them." Lunch was a small cheese and ham sandwich and a glass of juice, which did little to fill me up, afterward I had one of the cookies, selecting a ball gown shaped one. They were a little larger than the other shaped cookies and I hoped that it would sedate my hunger a bit more. "Just the one now Lilly," Deborah said as I reached for another cookie. "You don't want to spoil your apatite before dinner." I don't think there would be much of a chance of that I thought to myself, my stomach rumbling. "Can't I just have one more please, I'm starving," I complained, immediately regretting how childish I must have sounded. "No, you can have another after your dinner tonight." I sighed, but didn't bother trying to argue. "I need to do all this washing, why don't we find you a film to watch in the living room while I clean up, let's get that apron off you first." I had completely forgotten I was wearing the apron and turned around for Deborah to untie it and pull it off over my head. We headed into the living room once more and Deborah began to look through her DVDs as I went over to the couch, unconsciously tucking my skirt under me as I sat down. "Ooh here we are, how about this?" she asked holding up a copy of Frozen. "Oh god, no thank you, I'm so sick of hearing that bloody song from that film," I said rolling my eyes. "Watch your language," Deborah scolded. "That is not the sort of language I would expect from a young girl. I think it would be a perfect film for you to watch and while you do, why don't you lie down here on the rug and I will get you some paper and colouring pencils so you can draw all the fun characters as you watch the film, that would be fun wouldn't it?" "Do I have to really? Can't I just sit on the couch?" "Do as you're told, you were a good girl this morning helping bake those cookies, and I think you had quite a lot of fun doing it as well." I refused to give her the satisfaction of confirming her suspicions so just sat in silence. "Don't ruin it now." "Ergh, fine!" I said getting up and lying down on the floor resting my head in my hands." Deborah put the DVD in and then went into the study and came back carrying some paper and colouring pencils which she then passed to me. "Right I'm going to clean up the kitchen and then I'll come back and watch the rest of the film with you." I was left there lying on the carpet watching as the colourful characters danced and sung their way through the plot of the film. It was very dull and I found myself doodling for just something to do, attempting to draw the snowman character as be bounced around on the screen. After a while Deborah returned sitting on the couch holding a refilled glass of wine, she leaned over to inspect my sketching so far. "Oooh that's a lovely picture of Olaf dear, is he your favourite?" "I just got bored," I sighed, "I really don't get how this was one of the highest rated films of 2013." She didn't look impressed with my answer. "Why don't you try drawing Elsa?" she said, ignoring my complaints on the films quality, "I do love that blue dress she wears, don't you?" I didn't respond, but did attempt to draw a picture of the snow queen, with not much luck. Each time I glanced up at the screen, I caught Deborah staring at me like she had the night before, but she no longer turned away when I caught her eye instead she would smile warmly at me, making me blush and look back at the film or down at the paper in front of me. Eventually the film came to an end much to my relief. "Do you want to come and show mummy your drawings then?" Deborah asked as the credits rolled. I dutifully stood up and walked over to her handing her the pieces of paper. "Come and sit down," she said patting the space next to her on the couch. I sat down next to Deborah who then put her arm around me and pulled me in close to her so my head was resting on her shoulder as she looked at the pictures ooh-ing and ahh-ing at each one. "These are very good! I love the Elsa one, I think that's my favourite, we should stick these up in your room before you go to bed tonight," she exclaimed. "Did you enjoy the film then?" She asked, passing my drawings back to me. "I thought it was a little boring to be honest," I replied. "Oh really?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "That's strange because from where I was sitting it seemed that for the last 45 minutes you barely blinked, let alone looked away from the screen." I thought back, realising she was probably right, but then that's what TV does to you, it doesn't mean I was enjoying it, I tried to justify to myself. "You looked so cute lying there on the ground, transfixed on the screen, it was the same last night when you were watching Beauty and the Beast actually. It's so adorable how much you love your princess movies" she said hugging me into her. "I thought you may warm to your role eventually, you already seem to be getting quite comfortable being my daughter." "I'm not comfortable, I hate all this," I argued gesturing to the outfit I had on. "I don't know, you had a little smile on your face when you were helping me with the cookies this morning and you definitely seemed to be enjoying Frozen just now, you've even started tucking your skirt under you when you sit down and you've only been in skirts just today, well... that I know of." "I'm not a crossdresser," I said quickly. "I didn't say you where, and I don't really care, but you can't argue with the facts, I mean I keep forgetting that you're really a grown man. Honestly, I think you would easily pass in public as an 11 year old girl, maybe even younger with the right make up!" "No! I'm not going outside dressed like this! Never!" I said standing up. "All right, calm down missy, no need to get in a strop. I didn't say we were, I just meant if we were to go outside, hypothetically speaking, then I think you would pass quite easily." "Well it's not going to happen," I said crossing my arms over my chest. "You can be sure of that." Dinner that evening had consisted of mashed potato, green beans and a chicken escalope, it was a meagre serving which I ate quickly with Deborah reminding me once more to take small bites. Deborah gave me two cookies after dinner, saying it was for my good behaviour through the day and I couldn't help but feel a little pleased with myself as I crunched into the ginger flavoured stiletto. After all the plates were cleared we went into the living room where Deborah gave me paper and crayons to do more drawing while lying on the floor as she sat on the couch watching some generic soap opera. "Right madam, I think it's your bed time," Deborah said suddenly, I looked up at the TV to see the credits of the soap opera rolling up the screen and then across at the clock which showed it to be half eight. "What? All ready?" I whined. "Yes, this is bed time for little girls like you. You've had a long day and I don't want you cranky tomorrow, so come on, upstairs Madame!" I followed her back up to the spare room where I had spent the morning being transformed into a preteen girl whose bedtime was now before the watershed, and where I was now to be undressed like a child by a woman who probably wasn't much older than me. Deborah lifted the dress off over my head, hanging it up in the wardrobe. She then undid the buckles of my sandals, slipping them off my feet. This left me standing in my pink vest and knickers. "Here," she said producing a tooth brush and passing it to me. "Go into the bathroom and brush your teeth while I get you some pjs." I did as I was told, trying not to look at the girlish image of myself in the bathroom mirror as I brushed. Once finished in the bathroom I headed back into my spare room to find Deborah smiling at me. "You won't believe what I found in the bag of clothes just now!" she said excitedly. This didn't bode well for me... She pulled some items from behind her back and held them out for me to see. Oh god, I thought to myself as my eyes fixed on the two large hearts on the breast of the pyjama top. Inside one of the hearts was a picture of a smiling Elsa while in the other heart, Anna sat looking out. "Isn't it adorable? And it's a shorts and t-shirt set so you won't be too hot in the night," she beamed. "Can't I just wear what I wore last night?" I asked, surely the nighty adorned with Pandas is better than this Frozen themed monstrosity? "Your nightie is in the wash, come on stop being silly, your loved that film today, I think it's very fitting that you wear this set to bed." With that, the discussion was over as she pulled the vest off over my head and replaced it with the dreaded pyjama top before pulling the shorts up my legs. After that she sat me down in front of the mirror to take my head band off and snap clips out before brushing out my hair and pulling it into a ponytail. "You look so cute!" she said, hugging me from behind. "My own little princess! Oh I almost forgot! I fetched your drawings from downstairs, let's stick them up before you get into bed." Deborah produced some blue tack and we stuck the crude drawings on the empty wall next to the vanity after which I climbed into the bed and Deborah pulled the covers over me. "You've been such a little angel today," she said stroking my head. "You really have fitted into your new role so well, I feel we may have found your place in life." "But I don't want this, I'm perfectly happy being a man, thanks," I grumbled. "Happy? What part of your life were you happy about? Was it the low paying supermarket job? The lack of a social life? The crippling debt thanks to your failed degree? I'm not sure which part of that you would consider happy. This is where you can be happy, being my princess, you won't have to worry about anything ever again, not money, not a place to live, not debt. All you have to do is be my little girl, it might be something worth thinking about," she said, kissing me on the forehead. "Goodnight sweetheart." "Night," I mumbled back. "Sorry?" "Night... mummy." Deborah left the room quietly closing the door behind her, followed by the click of the lock. I lay wide awake in the bed for what felt like hours as the last light of the evening ebbed away, Deborah's words echoing in my mind. She was right after all, it's not like I had much of a life before all this, but that didn't mean I wanted to be thrust into the world of childhood again, especially not as the opposite sex. I needed to get back to my proper life, begin fixing things, begin making things right. When I woke the next morning, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling trying to work out what to say to Deborah in order to get her to see reason. I decided it would be best to begin with as sincere an apology as I can muster, so she would realise I had seen the error of my ways. That, combined with her sympathy for my current living and work situation, she was bound to let me go surely? I waited for Deborah to come and get me up and begin the shame of being dressed in some new infantile outfit like she did the day before, but after an hour had passed, there was no sign of her. I got out of bed and wandered over to the door and tried the handle, unsurprised to find it locked. I went over to the window which looked out onto the front drive. I glanced down to find the driveway deserted. She must have gone out somewhere, I thought to myself. I suddenly realised that this could be another chance to escape if I could only get out the room. I walked quickly towards the door but as I did, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and stopped and stared at my reflection. Where was I going to go dressed like this? There was no way I could wander around in this ridiculous attire, and even if I made it back to my flat without being seen, I no longer had my keys so I'd be locked out. No, right now I was trapped and had no other choice other than to stay and wait for Deborah to let me go. Resigned to my current situation I returned to the bed, lying down on top of the covers and staring at the ceiling. After around another hour had passed, I heard a car pulling into the drive way, I looked out of the window to see Deborah climbing out of her car. She was wearing a long black skirt and a light grey jumper with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. She pushed the pair of large sunglasses up onto her head as she moved to the back of the car and opened the boot. I watched her as she removed a number of large bags from the boot, before closing the door. This can't be good, I thought to myself. I sat back down on the bed as she entered the house and I heard her making her way up the stairs. "Lilly are you awake?" she asked, knocking lightly on the door. "Yes," I replied, still not used to hearing my new name. She unlocked the door and entered. "Good morning, sorry about leaving you here alone for a bit, I hoped you would still be asleep before I got back." she said walking into the room and placing the bags on the floor. "Where did you go?" I asked, looking at the bags. "Oh I just had to run a few errands, and I may have bought you a few things to help you better adapt to your new role." "I don't think that was really necessary." "I think it was very necessary dear, and to be frank, you don't really have a say. So come on, up you get, time to get you washed!" she said holding out her hand. I decided now was the best time to put my plan into motion. "Listen Deborah. I just want to say, I did a lot of thinking last night, I realise now what a terrible thing it was that I did. I tried to steal from you, which was wrong. I invaded your home, and the home of your son. I won't try justifying what I did, I was wrong and there's no two ways about it and I am so so sorry. Please, can you forgive me? I acted on desperation and I shouldn't have, but I've learnt my lesson now, you don't have to keep me here. Just let me go back to being a man, I don't want this." Deborah walked over and knelt down by the bed so she was at eye level with me. "It's not about what you want." she said calmly. "What you did was very wrong, your right, but do you think that just because you apologised I am going to believe you have learnt your lesson? No I don't think so. You are going to stay here and be my daughter for as long as I deem necessary, so don't think you can weasel your way out of this young lady," "Please stop calling me that," I said, wincing slightly at the phrase. "What? Young lady? But that's what you are now Lilly, and you need to realise that." She stood up again patting me on the head as she did. I was getting angry now, frustrated that she wouldn't even consider alleviating this punishment. "No I'm not, I'm a man and my name is Phillip, not Lilly." "A man? Really? I would never have guessed what with your princess pyjamas or that cute scrunchy you have in your hair?" "Shut up." I was finding myself getting angrier. "Or what about those pink knickers you're wearing? OOH yes very manly indeed," she said chuckling, a mean lilt to her voice. "Shut up!" I said again, standing up from the bed. "Yes you are quite the man, I'm not entirely sure what sold me on your manliness the most, the princess cookies you baked yesterday or maybe those pretty pictures you drew?" I snapped, "SHUT UP! Just let me go you FUCKING psycho bitch!!" I yelled at her. I made a move to push her, but she was too quick. She grabbed me by the arm and held tightly, "How dare you talk to me like that!! Right that's it, you need a lesson in manners young lady," she said, dragging me over to the bed. I fought back but it was to no avail as she sat down on the bed pulling me over her lap, what happened next was probably the most humiliating thing to happen to me in my entire life. Deborah pulled down the blue pyjama bottoms leaving my bottom protected by only the pink cotton knickers as she brought down ten strong smacks onto my backside. I kicked out my legs in protest, and felt tears begin to run down my cheeks in humiliation more than pain. Once she had finished she stood me back up. "Pull up your bottoms and stop your snivelling you silly girl." "I'm not a girl," I sniffed as I did as I was told. "Yes, you are now, and you've definitely just added time to your sentence as one young lady, now are you going to apologise to me for using such bad language or am I going to have to smack you again?" she asked, hands resting on her hips. "I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I'm sorry what?" "I'm sorry mummy." "That's better. Now I don't want to hear you using any language like that again, do you understand?" I nodded dutifully, staring at my feet, "Okay then, let's go and get you washed," she said taking my hand. I didn't fight back as she guided me toward the bedroom door, I was defeated, and knew I was in for at least one more day as Lilly.