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Author's note: I never planned on continuing the story and I don't know how it will turn out, but for what it's worth here is a continuation. Comments and suggestions would be appreciated. ----------------------------- "He certainly can't take care of himself. We'd better call someone," Dr. Pantano stated matter of factly referring to Desiree. "He has an ex-wife, we could call her," Detective Sathre joked. "I guess the next in line would be his mother.' "I suppose that is all we can do." They found the number of Winifred (Winnie) Martin. She was a widow in her late fifties. "Mrs. Martin? This is Detective Sathre. I am calling about your son." "Keith? Is he dead?" "He's alive. But he is badly hurt. You'd better come down." "What happened?" "I can't say over the phone." "What hospital is he at?" "He's at the R.H. Hillman Psychiatric Hospital." "What is he doing there? I thought you said he was hurt." "It's the Violent Heart." Those two words was all the detective had to say. There was a great deal of news about the mental manipulation that Violent Heart did. But the general public didn't know how bad it could be. The effects were usually minimized to prevent a panic, although there were rumors. "But my son always wore protection. We all did." Mrs. Martin was referring to the thought altering protection that was so common now. Women's protection looked like simple hair clips or earrings. They had become quite decorative these days. Men's protection were usually small devices worn in the ears that looked like hearing aides or a blue tooth. Sometimes Blueteeth served a double purpose as a Bluetooth and protection. Women could wear this type of design too, but they usually preferred something more decorative. "He must have forgotten or someone stole them from him. We don't know." "But he'll be OK. All you need me to do is sign some releases and you can treat him. Then he'll be back to normal?" "It would be better if I talk to you in person and show you what has happened." "But he is alive? He's awake? RIGHT?" "Yeah, he's awake. But you should come immediately." "I'll be right there." When Mrs. Martin arrived at the hospital, she demanded to be taken to see her son. But she was referred to an office where Dr. Pantano was waiting for her. "Are you Detective Sathre?" "No, I'm Dr. Pantano. I am in charge of your son's case." "What happened to him?" "As you were told on the phone it was Violet Heart. What you weren't told was that this is an extreme case. The son you knew is gone." "Gone, I was told he wasn't dead." "He isn't dead. But everything that made him who he is mentally is gone." "He's a vegetable?" "No, his personality has been completely replaced. Mentally he isn't a man, he isn't even a boy anymore, he's a little girl about five years old." "He's a LITTLE GIRL?" "Yes." "How can that be?" "The public generally doesn't know. But Violent Heart can be more serious than is generally reported. Your son's entire mind has been replaced with the mind of a little girl." "You can bring him back? Can't you?" "I don't think so." "I don't know what sick person did this to him. But they did a complete erasure. There doesn't seem to be any part of his old personality left. All that is left in his head with the mind of a little girl. It was a complete job." "A complete job?" "Yes, mentally, emotionally, psychologically and even all his memories are those of a happy, well adjusted little girl. At least he isn't a violent animal. But he'll never be a man again." "Can you I don't know what it's called...you know reprogram him. At least make him think he's a man?" "No, who ever did this was an expert. There is no way to implant anything new in his mind. The only way for him to grow up is the normal way." "The normal way?" "You know, he's five now and a year from now he'll be six and a year after that he'll be seven. He'll have to relearn things like a child." "So if we tell him he's a boy?" "If you do that, you'll damage him. He is a girl. You have as much chance of convincing him that he is a boy as I have of convincing you. It is an intricate part of his psyche. There is nothing we can do." "Violent Heart made him like this, why can't it make him better?" "The mind is fragile and the person who used the device was an expert, he made it impossible to do anything other than to let him grow up as a girl." "I want to see him." "OK, prepare yourself." Like in the police station, Desiree was in the room next separated by a one way mirror. He wasn't dressed in his suit anymore, he was dressed in a hospital gown. He was playing Pretty Pretty Princess with Emma the social worker. They were in the middle of the board game. Desiree was wearing the cheap plastic jewelry that was part of the game. He was smiling as he was truly having fun. Winnie hadn't seen a look of joy on her son's face since he was a small boy. Mrs. Martin was escorted to the room that contained her son. When the doctor opened the door, he told Desiree, "Guess who we found. It's your Mommy." Desiree couldn't describe his mother well. The doctor hoped that if he introduced Mrs. Marin as Mommy to Desiree, that Desiree would accept her. This seemed to be the best strategy since Mrs. Martin was going to have to look after him and she was in fact his Mommy. When Desiree saw Mrs. Martin, he accepted her instantly as his Mommy. He could see the love in her eyes and the concern in her heart. He threw himself at her screaming, "Mommy, Mommy." Mrs. Martin received her boy into a loving hug. ---------------------------- Winnie was quite well off and Keith's estate had lots of money too. It wasn't very hard for them to get a home away from everyone where Winnie could take care of her child. All the tests at the hospital were negative. There wasn't anything they could do to return Desiree to her formal adult masculine persona. Keith was gone forever and Desiree, the sweet little girl, would have to grow up like all other little girls. The other people that Desiree saw besides Winnie, Emma, and Dr. Pantano, were the various help that worked at the mansion. A legal proceeding was expedited to change Desiree's name and status. She was now legally, Desiree Martin a five year old girl. Winnie decided that if there wasn't any hope for Keith to return, that she should be allowed to be a girl in every way. She wasn't going to do anything surgical initially, but she would take testosterone blockers everyday and be allowed to wear the cutsie girl's clothes that she loved. Desiree was Mommy's little girl. Winnie knew that Desiree would live in most ways an isolated life. She made sure their house would be a wonderful place for a young girl. The the carpet was tan and the walls were painted a pale yellow to contrast with the furniture which was mostly pink. The bed could fit a grown man but the headboard was painted pink with gold accents and a pink comforter. At the head of the bed were white pillows in which a Mr. Keith (Desiree's favorite plush bunny) lay. A rounded table lie to the bed's left It contained a lamp with a pink lamp shade and several of Desiree's toys. To the left of the table, was a shelved case which contained books, a flower pot with fake flowers, a child's purse and other things of interest to Desiree. On the walls were painted pictures of lady's shoes, a pocketbook and a doll in a frilly dress all with pink frames. Two chests of drawers contained scores of outfits and panties. There were even more dresses and other outfits hanging in the closet. Desiree could go a month without wearing the same outfit if she wanted to. But her bedroom wasn't the only room designed for little girls. There was also a play room with hundreds of plush toys (although none was as special to Desiree as Mr. Keith) and other toys and simple games.. There was also a juvenile styled chair and table set in an adult size. There was another room, which was mostly empty, for running and jumping around. It had a soft floor to prevent Desiree's over exuberance from causing any injury. But despite all these precautions, it was inevitable that Desiree wonder why she didn't get to play with other children. "Mommy," Desiree asked, "how come I can't play with other girls my age?" This was of course impossible. No one was going to send their five year olds to play with a man in his thirties, no matter his true psyche. "We live so far away from people, there aren't any little girl's around here," Winnie lied. "But I have an idea, how would you like to learn to dance? I can hire a dance teacher to come out and help you learn." "Yeah, I would love that." "What type of dancing would you like to learn?" "You know the one were they wear those pretty clothes and twirl round and round on their toes." "Ballet?" "Yeah, Ballet." "OK, I'll find you a teacher. In the meantime, let's look on the Internet and find you some dance clothes." Winnie had never shown Desiree any ballet while she was living at the mansion. She must have saw it when she was Desiree Loura. Regardless, she had her heart set upon wearing skirted leotards with tights and ballet slippers. She needed to have the complete outfit or she wouldn't be happy. Desiree never cried, she would just show you her puppy dog eyes and it would break Winnie's heart. When the outfits arrived, Desiree insisted she try on every one. "But your dance instruction isn't for another week. You don't want to get these things dirty before we start. Do you?" "I won't let them get dirty. Please, Please, Please." "Well we should see if they fit now. I guess it's OK." Desiree who hardly ever wore shoes, reached down to the hem of the dress she was wearing and pulled it off. Then she threw her panties to the floor. She was completely naked and unashamed. Desiree had changed a bit since moving to the mansion. Desiree was completely hairless. Winnie had been using depilatory during Desiree's baths. She would probably have to call someone to remove all of Desiree's facial hair. Her hair had grown and had been restyled into a girlish fashion, but it was nowhere long enough to be braided. She had lost some weight and some muscle tone due to the testosterone blockers. But naked, she was still completely male, not that her penis was useful for anything other than peeing. ( Desiree did sit down instinctively to pee though. ) Desiree sat down on her bed and tried to pull on her pink tights. "No, no, no," Winnie said. "You don't pull them on like they were socks. You'll rip them. You have to roll them up your fingers. Wait let me put them on for you." Winnie balled her fingers through the right leg of the tight until the entire thing was rolled up her fingers, then she pulled it over Desiree size 10 (size 11 1/2 in women's shoes) foot and past her ankle. Next she carefully pulled it up to her knee. Then she balled up the left leg and repeated the procedure. "Stand up Sweetie," Winnie told Desiree. Winnie made sure the bottom part of the tights were on smoothly when she pulled them up to Desiree's thighs. Again she made sure it was all smooth, then Winnie pulled the tights over Desiree's penis up as high as it would go on her waist. Winnie balled up the leotard in a similar way and had Desiree step into the skirted part first. It was then pulled up. "Give me your arm." first the left arm, then the right. Winnie admired her daughter in his ballerina outfit. It hugged his obviously male body, but at least his penis was hidden under the skirted leotard. Winnie gave Desiree the ballet slippers to put on herself. "I look so pretty," Desiree said when she saw her reflection, twirling in front of the mirror "You certainly do," Winnie agreed. The dance teacher was well paid to come over four times a week to teach Desiree how to dance. She was instructed that it didn't matter if Desiree learned or not, only that she be kept occupied and have fun. Desiree looked forward to her dance lessons. She loved everything about it including just wearing the tights. She insisted she keep them on after the instructor left so she could continue to practice. There were days that Desiree wore her leotard and tights all day until she took a bath before bedtime. The leotards were relatively strong, but the tights not so much. New tights were reordered often. When Desiree asked about kindergarten, a tutor was provided also. Winnie gave Desiree everything, but what she really needed was a friend her own mental age. There wasn't anyway that she could be friends with an actual little girl. There was only one solution anyone could think of. Use the Violent Heart to give an adult man the personality of a five year old girl to be a playmate for Desiree. No man would give up his life for this, but maybe for a million dollars a man would give up a year of his life. The man's mind would be stored for the year and the personality of a little girl put in it in its place. When the year was up, the man's body would get his mind back and would have a million dollars to do what he pleased. He wouldn't even remember what he did as a little girl. To him, no real time would have passed. -------------------------------------------- Approximately six months after Keith swapped his mind with Desiree, the impossible from his perspective happened. He woke up. Desiree's body didn't die from her injuries, it was just in a coma for many months. When Keith woke up from the coma, Keith was completely surprised. He never thought such a thing could happen, he thought he would wake up dead. Instead he found himself in a hospital room in the pediatric department. The room was definitely a hospital room he could tell by all the medical equipment, but it was also a room for children. The first thing Keith noticed was that the TV was on and playing a cartoon. The TV had been left one sixteen hours a day to give stimulation to the patients mind even while asleep. Cartoons were selected because of the apparent age of the patient. The walls weren't painted white as in most hospital rooms, bright colors in gender neutral purples, oranges and reds were used for the walls and the bed sheets, non-medical equipment like the waste cans and the curtains. Touches brought from Desiree's home were also spread around the room, such as many plush animals. This was a different room than the one Keith had seen Desiree in originally. After the initial diagnosis, Desiree's body had been moved from a general hospital to one designed for children with acute problems. Keith knew what happened to him immediately and fell into a depression. He wanted to help the girl, but he stole her life instead. Keith knew there wasn't any way to return to his body or to put Desiree back into her body. He had set up the Violent Heart in such a way for it to become impossible. He was stuck as Desiree. There wasn't anything he could do about it, even if he confessed. "Sweetie, your up," a nurse said when she entered the room. "We'll call your Mommy right away. She will be here very, very soon." The nurse picked up one of the stuffed animals and gave it to Keith. Keith took it tentatively Keith determined to try and act like a little girl as best he could. He couldn't say what he had done. He couldn't fix things why should he ruin the lives of himself, the real Desiree and the two families involved. Keith looked at the stuffed animal quizzically. He realized that he wasn't acting correctly. "Would you prefer another one?" the nurse asked. He knew what he must do. "Yes," Keith said, "I want that one," and pointed to a different stuffed animal. Keith's high pitched voice surprised himself. He had forgotten how he should sound. It reinforced he was a little girl now. There wasn't any going back. When the nurse handed it to him, he grabbed it with his free arm (the other arm was connected to an IV. It was at this moment that he realized all the tubed attached to him, including the catheter which he could feel between his legs but not see. He hugged the plushy as he would assume a little girl would. The nurse was about to leave the room to inform everyone that Desiree was awake. But before she could, Keith asked her for some water. His throat was very dry. The nurse complied. "Do you want anything else?" "Yes, can you get me a mirror so I can see myself?" "I'll get one and be right back. Then before leaving the nurse assured Keith, "Your Mommy will be here soon." Desiree's mother, Vivian stayed with Desiree for as long as she could. She spent 24 hours a day here for almost two weeks. But by now (six month's later) she visited often, every day just about, but she couldn't be here every minute. Keith looked up at the TV playing the cartoons. But he wasn't thinking about that at all. His first concern was that he had stolen Desiree's life. He hadn't meant for that to happen. He wanted to help her. His next concern was about himself. He was trapped and there wasn't anything he could do about it, especially with the guilt that he felt. Before Vivian could arrive, a doctor examined Keith. .The doctor was cheerful. He was used to working with children. Any 'strange' behavior that the doctor might have noticed, he chalked up to the traumatic shock that happened to Desiree. After all, she had been violently attacked and had been in a coma for many months. After the physical examination, the doctor performed a mental evaluation by asking Keith several questions. "What's you name? How old are you? Where do you live? What's your Mommy's name? What is you favorite color?" questions like that. Keith answered the best he could, trying to answer as a little girl would. After several questions, "I'm very tired," Keith told the doctor. "I don't blame you. We'll talk later. You get some sleep. Your Mommy will be here soon." Keith closed his eyes, but didn't go to sleep. He used the time to think about what she should do. The answer was simple, he had to become Desiree in every way and live out the rest of his life as her. I must think of myself as a she from now on. "My name is Desiree, I'm five years old and a good girl!" Keith thought to himself. "If that is true, what do I have to do?" "First, whatever Mommy says, I'll do, that's an easy one." "But what if they ask what I want?" "First choose the most girlish option; dresses and skirts over pants, leggings over pants, pants without zippers over pants with zippers, any regular pants over jeans, colored jeans over blue jeans." Keith decided on a similar scheme when it came to tops. I want something in my hair, like a bow, or ties or barrettes, whatever they are called. I want my hair long, at least down to my shoulder blades. I'm hugging a plush toy, I should carry this plushy with me everywhere. What about to school? I'll ask, if 'Mommy' says no, then I'll ask again, but in the end I'll do what 'Mommy' says. Avoid all boys the best I can. Always play with girls. Play whatever the game the girls want to play, no matter what it is. Always be part of the group of girls. What should I say about boys? Say I don't like them. Should I say I hate them? No, I'm a good girl, I don't HATE anyone. What about if they ask me about who hurt me? Tell them! I know he did it. He should be punished, if he isn't already. He told me what happened, I'll tell them. Let them drag it out of me, but tell them everything I know. If they don't bring it up, I won't either. Now is there anything else? Yes, education. I guess I can recite all my numbers to 13 or 14 and all my letters. But I shouldn't be able to add or do anything like that. Also, I guess I can sing the Alphabet Song, that doesn't mean I can recognize all the letters or numbers when I see them. I don't know if there are tests in kindergarten, but if there are, always get 70 to 80 percent right and the rest wrong. The same goes with being asked a question at school, get most right, but always a few wrong everyday. What about playing? Run and jump, but don't do anything that has a ball in it I have an idea! When I find any of my friends are in girl scouts, I'll ask 'Mommy' if I can join too." Keith couldn't think of anything else. He returned to his mantra, "My name is Desiree, I am five years old, I'm a good girl." He repeated the mantra over and over again. After a few repetitions he changed his mantra to "Me name is Desiree, me five years old, me am a good girl." "How is she?" Vivian asked the doctor. "She's awake, and she was up and talking. But she is back asleep," replied Dr. Amahi. "When can she come home?" "Not for a least another couple of weeks. She'll need some physical therapy. She's been off her feet for a long time. But that is the least of it. It's her mental health I am more worried about. She's been through a major shock between the beating and being in a coma," is what the doctor told Vivian. But he was thinking "There seems to be something wrong. I can't put my finger on it." The doctor didn't want to worry her. Not if he didn't know exactly what was wrong. Plus maybe after a few days Desiree would just snap out of it. He wanted to give the girl some time. Keith's eyes were shut when Vivian entered the room. He appeared to be asleep, but he was thinking. Vivian waited for what she thought was her daughter to awaken. Eventually, Keith opened his eyes. He recognized Vivian immediately. His eyes opened wide, but he didn't lounge forward to hug Vivian as Desiree would have done. Vivian instead moved close to Keith and Keith simple returned the hug. "I love you, Baby," Vivian said over and over. "I love you too Mommy," Keith said although he didn't mean it. Vivian didn't need to talk to Keith much, she was just happy her daughter was awake. Although when she had a chance to think about it, she knew something was wrong. Desiree didn't seem to know some things she should have known. Things about her friends, family and some of her toys. She seemed a bit different. Over the course of the weeks, Dr. Amahi gave Keith many tests to assess his mental and emotional state. Keith didn't know exactly how a five year old should act and so he acted younger than Desiree would have. Dr. Amahi met Vivian. He wanted to talk to her. "I think you know why I wanted to talk to you. I think that assault effected Desiree more than we thought originally. She's regressed mentally, psychologically and emotionally. I think we can help her though. "How?" "Well, you've heard of Violent Heart?" "Yes, but what does that have to do with this." "We can use it to erase Desiree's memory. Everything she had done in the last year, not only the coma, but the assault and everything that went with it. Once it's all gone we can put new memories in it's place." "New memories." "Yeah, we can see to it, that she'll remember the best, happiest year a little girl can have. She'll think she went to kindergarten and aced it, she'll remember spending every weekend at the park and the summer playing at the beach. She'll go to the circus and the petting zoo, all sorts of places." "What about her education?" "We'll erase everything she had learned and replace it with everything that a first grader should know on the first day of school." "And then she'll be back to normal?" "We hope so. We just need a list of her friends and family. We'll make sure she remembers being with those people as she plays or goes places." "There is one other thing." "What is it?" "It's only that she has regressed, but also that she isn't acting like a girl anymore. I mean, it's hard to explain. She just doesn't move like a girl." "Wasn't she always a tomboy?" "No never." "OK, " "Well we'll encourage the girlish activities. I can have her remember she took dance lessons and that she joined the brownies. You know places where she'll spend lots of time with girls. We'll make sure she'll have fun doing all sorts of girlie things. You know she'll play dress-up both herself and her barbies." "That is great." "She'll have the best year a little girl could have." A couple days later Dr. Amahi was ready. "Your daughter is going to have the best year of her life. Here's what I have planned. First children love structure so all her days will be structured. She will wake up everyday at 7:30 and go to sleep every night at 8:30 sharp. When she wakes up, she'll brush her hair and her teeth and then have breakfast. After breakfast, she'll get dressed and make her bed. Every Sunday, she'll always put on a formal dress with white tights and shiny shoes and will go with you to church. She will love the singing there. After the services, she'll go to Sunday School and have lots of fun listening about all the bible stories. After lunch, the whole family will have a great day. Depending upon the season, she'll go to the beach, apple picking, petting zoo, sledding, the park, all sorts of places. Monday through Friday she'll go to kindergarten. The classes will be fun and educational with lots of interactive projects and crafts. She'll go to school in nice apparel of either a dress or a skirt and pretty top and of course Maryjanes. The classes will have both boys and girls, but she'll only be talking and playing with the girls. Not that the boys will bother her. After school on Mondays and Thursdays there will be dance class, on Tuesdays she will go shopping with you and she'll feel like she has a lot of choice in what you get. On Wednesdays, she will go to be with her Brownie troop. On Fridays, she'll spend the day and over night in a sleepover with one of her girl friends. Saturday will be an all day adventure with the Brownies. No matter what day it is (except Fridays) ,she'll be home for dinner. After dinner, she'll have an hour of free time, to play with her toys, watch videos or play video games. After that she'll take a bath or shower, brush her hair and teeth, put on a nightgown and be tucked into bed. She will be read a bedtime story that always has a princess in it and be asleep by 8:30. She'll have the best year of her life." "Wow that sounds great. Can I have something like that?" Vivian joked. "Funny. We'll do the procedure and Desiree can go home today. Get her dressed in something nice to go home in. "Everything is perfect except last thing." "What is that?" "We've moved. I had to move to be closer to the hospital. Can you make it that she'll know we moved and will be starting first grade in a new school?" "No problem. She'll wake up thinking she said goodbye to all her friends. I will also add some experiences where she makes friends easily when she is with new people. She should be fine." Vivian shopped for a new dress to bring Desiree home in. She had grown a bit in the months she had been in the hospital. She decided that Desiree should leave the hospital in style. Besides it was Sunday, Desiree should be dressed in something that she would wear to church. "Honey, I have great news," Vivian enthused. "You are going home today. I brought you a new dress to mark the occasion." Vivian showed Keith what she had gotten her, it was a print tutu dress with a white bodice that had short sleeves and a tulle skirt with a pastel star pattern perfect for twirling around in. The dress was fastened with a zipper in the back that was impossible to zip up without help. She brought a pair of white tights to go along with it as well as black Maryjane shoes. A chain was put around Keith's neck and ribbons were tied into his hair. This was the first time Keith had worn anything except a hospital gown since waking up. Vivian dressed Keith personally. She started with the frilly panties and then rolled the tights up his legs. The dress came next and the ribbons were applied to his hair before his feet were slipped in to his shoes. The necklace with a crucifix was last. They didn't wheel him towards the exit. Instead they took the elevator to a higher floor. "I thought we were going home Mommy," Keith asked. Keith knew that when a patient is discharged, they go straight to the exit and then go home. There wasn't any reason to go any place else except the exit. Keith started to worry. Keith was wheeled to the room with the Violent Heart machine in it. Keith recognized it right away and became frantic. . "I'm me Mommy, I'm your little girl. I'll be good I promise. Don't put me in here!" Keith screamed. Keith saw the Violent Heart machine. He recognized it right away. This was medical grade and could do things even more intricate than his own model had. He was sure that his deception had been discovered. Keith tried to get out of the wheel chair and run away. "No honey. It'll help you. You don't have to be scared. Mommy will be with you!" Vivian tried to explain to Keith.