The Safecracker Suite - Part One free porn video

-Biker Bad Boy- Marcus neared his destination with the last of the daylight sprinting the final few degrees down the sky towards the horizon. He slowed down looking for the driveway Harry had described to him and when he finally saw the green gate posts with a horse shoe he knew he was there. He slowly trundled on idle along the dirt driveway not daring to touch the throttle for fear of losing traction. The exotic performance bike was not in it's element in such a rural setting. Even with stability control the twin EV engines had an alarming amount of pure stealth torque. After all no matter what the bike adverts said, there really was such a thing as 'too much excitement.' Up ahead he saw Ruth's dark German coupe parked out in front of an open barn. Cold blue LED's emitted their light from within the barn out into the darkening sky as Marcus slowly rode his cycle through the open barn doors. Harry and Ruth were sitting at a table set up near a ratty looking whiteboard. Harry raised a hand in silent greeting and Ruth briefly looked his way with a nod before returning to her discussion with Harry. Two portable light towers either side of the temporary setup bathed the pair in bright light. He parked the bike just inside the large doorway, removed his helmet and walked over to the table were the other two were deep in conversation. Marcus was short man, lean and wiry with a sharp face and quick hands. He pushed his hands through his short dark hair now free of the helmet. He was the youngest of the trio by some margin He had turned 22 less than a month ago and due to his small stature looked even younger still. His height also seemed to be endless amusement to Harry who was simply incapable of shutting the fuck up about it. The young biker favoured the relaxed denim jeans and leather jacket combo that had been the mainstay of bike riders for over 100 years, although his jacket was as far removed from the World War Two surplus bomber jackets James Dean wore in the middle of last century as his twin drive, twin steer, hydrogen, race bike was from a nineteen fifties Norton. His racing jacket since dismounting had relaxed its active protection stance, automatically hanging looser as the impact padding relaxed, its reactive seams loosened and the titanium neck brace retracted while the carapace loosened its grip around his ribs. The sleeves elongated as the jacket relaxed adding to Marcus's resemblance of a kid in his big brothers jacket. After powering down his cycle and giving it an obsessive visual once over, he walked over to join his cohort at the table. Harry sat forward. He was a tall broad shouldered man in his late thirties with a thick brown beard already speckled with early grey. His thinning head of hair was swept back with gel keeping it in place and he was wearing his usual black suit, white shirt and black tie combo and was perched on a rustic looking stool that must have come from the back of the barn. He was scrolling through a screen on the table. Ruth was the eldest of the group. At nearly forty five she was old enough to be his Mother however that didn't stop Marcus from thinking she was fucking hot. She was a short woman too at five foot three but she still had more than an inch over Marcus much to his chagrin. She had taken care of herself with good eating and exercise and looked great in a simple white silk blouse, a tight black waist coat that showcased her trim figure, skinny black slacks and her long black hair pulled back into a tight business like bun. Ruth and Harry both favoured the classic film robber look, business wear with guns. They both looked up wordlessly as Marcus approached and Ruth gave a brief smile of greeting. A noteworthy gesture from a woman he had not seen laugh once since he knew her. Although in truth she could be a massive comedy nerd and he would not know about it. He honestly didn't know either of them very well outside of their mutual careers in the business. The separation of private and professional life was intentional and they all considered it a professional courtesy among the criminal fraternity. It was simply best for everyone to be a little distant from each other. This was a business group, not a friendship circle. Harry gestured for him to take a seat at the table. "Good to see you, Kid," Harry said with a smile. "Ruth's just been giving me shit for skimping on the Go car, but I just can't see the point of fussing over a car we're gonna torch 20 minutes after we're done with it." He turned back pleading with his finicky driver. "For fucks sake Ruth there's nothing wrong with the Indian cars, they have German drive trains and batteries these days anyway, they are practically rebadged BMW's minus the leather seats. " "It's not the drive train that's the issue Marcus, those Indian things crumple like a chip packet the second you touch something. Sometimes we may find we're in a hurry and something is in the way, a something with red and blue somethings, I might need to touch shit. Hard. You see where I'm going with this?" said Ruth with the patient 'talking to children' voice she would fall into when either of them became too trying for her. "Fine," Marcus conceded throwing up his hands in sarcastic defeat "I'll get you the Merc then, you win." "Us Harry, you'll get us the Merc. It's not my car, it's the tool I wish to use for us to get our job done properly," Ruth said curtly, refusing to let Harry steamroll her. Marcus took a seat at the table and glanced up at the whiteboard covered in various sketches and notes. He noticed the old black SUV parked in the corner of the barn, which he had assumed was the getaway vehicle for the heist. "So what about this thing then?" Marcus aiming a thumb over his shoulder at the SUV, its auctioneers number still scrawled on the window. "That's our ride into the zone. We want to keep the in and out cars separate for tracking by Eyenet, fooling cops is easy, fooling police algorithms is the tricky stuff. Ruth will swap into the Go car that will be pre-parked in the adjoining multi story park. If all goes well her expensive single use German Wanker Wagon will ferry us out of the zone unseen and ignored." "Well sound like you have transport well and truly sorted, so what's 'The Plan'?" Marcus asked, giving the two words full fingered air quotes and leaning forward over the table. "We've got a good one this time," Harry said with a grin. "The target is a gem cutter's lab. Raw emeralds arrived from Angola three weeks ago to be cut, and we're going to be hitting them just after they have cut and packaged the last ones ready for delivery to the consignment holder. Security is minimal compared to a regular jewellery store, so it should be a piece of cake. There will be a safe of course, but not much actual human security, even the interior seems to have nothing but dumb cameras, not hooked into Eyenet at all from what I've been able to find out. Makes sense since the Angolans seem to be using the lab as a warehouse for other stuff too. No one wants to provide the police with documentation of your own crimes with your own equipment." Ruth shifted her weight a little as Harry went on. She felt an arse cheek going numb from the fold out chair and leaned back into it, her eyes fixed on Marcus as Harry continued. "Ruth of course will be driving and overseeing the operation using the drone swarm,"' He said. "I'll be handling crowd control and you will head in the back and crack the safe, take the emeralds and any other valuables and get out as quickly as possible." Harry pulled out a stack of full colour prints from a dark brown folder and spread them out on the table. "Here's what the safe looks like," he said, pointing to a series of shots of the steel door from different angles. "So in your expert opinion, how long will you need to get it open?" Harry asked, his face taking on the look of a roulette player watching the ball still bouncing, the viability of the heist depending on the answer. Marcus scrutinised the photos with respect for the lock Harry had shown him and shrugged. "Well it's an old Sentrytech Biometric, almost 20 years old, but it's still a top quality box." He clicked his tongue as he pictured the mechanism he knew dwelled within. I can have it open in about 15 to 20 minutes if you want a safe that still works as a safe afterwards, the lock is actually really good on these and it takes time and skill," he said, looking with fan boy respect at the well crafted lock. "But if you're fine with leaving it looking a mess, It would take a bit less than 5 minutes. I'll just drill and chill it," he replied confidently with a smirk "It'll be a quick in and out job." Harry nodded, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "That's what I like to hear my lad," he said, clapping Marcus on the back a little too firmly for Marcus's liking. "We can build on a foundation of 5 minutes at the door, from in to out it should be pure vanilla. If you can have us out in that time frame we'll still have a handful of minutes before expected response time."Harry said grinning broadly. He slammed his hands together and began rubbing them eagerly "Right. Let's get to work then." Harry and Ruth went on to preparation for pre-parking the swarm the day before but then somehow got diverted to the continued bickering about the go car. While they cased the target virtually with online maps and talked individual routes and continued with the minutia, Marcus walked over to the camp kitchen set up between the table and the SUV to see what Harry was travelling with. A six pack of Heineken and a dozen large Red Bull cans sat in the chiller next to half a kilo of bacon. He grinned and took hold of a tall can of marketing and taurine. "Cheers Harry," he said. "Knew you'd look after us." "I always do kiddo." "Will you give it a rest Harry, for fucks sake?" Marcus snapped. "You're fifteen years older than me, not fifty." "Chuck us a beer while you're there will you?" Harry said, as if he hadn't heard him. Marcus wordlessly threw him a Heineken, turned on his heel and threw himself onto a large discarded couch that Harry or Ruth had thrown a tarpaulin over next to the gas fire heater. Harry could really get on his wick, He liked to push his buttons just presumably for the joy of pressing his buttons and whenever Marcus called him on it, he just did this gas lighting shit. He would have told Harry to go fuck himself years ago but the work he brought him was just too lucrative to turn down. He only saw him every four to six months when they had a job on. Depending on what it was that could last from a few days to a week at most, so he put up with his bullshit in favour of money. A veritable fuck load of money to be precise. Marcus had tried running with another crew of three guys he knew from the Sprawl. They worked out great and got along well, but the take was frankly rather thin compared to the work Harry usually offered. As Harry and Ruth continued to bitch about the merits of mid sized family SUV's over powerful sedans, Marcus flicked on the portable TV and found a news stream to loose himself in and cracked open a second can. He didn't like giving his input on planning a job. Or rather he didn't like giving his input to Harry who would always be patronising as fuck or dismissive and insulting no matter what he suggested, so he figured that he would kick back and kill time till they had it all finalised and so he tried to watch TV while they argued behind him. "Look there just aren't any big Merc's in inventory, what about an Audi?" "Which model?" 'Fucking idiots the pair of them,' thought Marcus watching a cute weather girl lean into a gale in yellow waders while doing her piece to camera, 'They shoulda gone for the Ford Raptor 40th Anniversary Dakar Edition. 6 of the Best EV engines's available with a solid steel frame. Those things could knock a police cruiser on its side with a minimal run up, but whatever.' "Ahh, hang on let me see what Emilo's got specif-" Harry said to Ruth pulling out his phone. "Fine. Done. Whatever Audi he's got, get it," snapped Ruth. "I'm sick of talking about the damn thing now." Marcus sunk into the rough tarpaulin covered couch, raising his shoulders to bring his jacket around his ears, trying to tune it all out. This could be a long night. -Bold as Brass- Harry and Marcus sat opposite each other in the back of the SUV gently swaying in sync with the vehicle as the crew approached the target zone. The shotgun and cutting torch separating on the back seat them as they silently watched the city go by from behind the heavily tinted and polarised windows. Tension filled the air between them. They had been working together as a heist crew for a while now, but something had changed between them. Harry seemed more focused on Marcus than the job this time round and it was giving him a lot of anxiety. If you pushed him on details, Marcus couldn't quite put his finger on what was different, but he could feel it in the way Harry looked at him and he didn't like it one bit. As they closed in on the target, He was weighing up the pros and cons of fucking off and getting away from the man the moment this job turned into walkaway cash. It had been an astoundingly profitable run for him and there was more than enough squared away to live in luxury till he died. Ruth was quiet and focused, her eyes glued to the road as she navigated toward their destination. Marcus would rather some tunes to help set the heist mood, but Ruth insisted on silence on a job, minimal talking and no music. Wheres the fun of being in a heist if you can't even have a heist sound track? Her hair was tucked up under a brown truckers cap she had picked up a few jobs ago. Her lucky hat. Polarised oversized aviator glasses hiding her dark brown eyes and obscuring her facial features from the ubiquitous Eyenet cameras as she stole glances at Marcus and Harry in the rear view mirror. Harry sat with his arms relaxed, staring out the window like it was just a trip into town for milk and bread. Marcus fidgeted nervously with his equipment his finger absently tracing the outline of the cutting trigger. Ruth was all for a silent ride, but the boys in the back seat normally couldn't help but be chatty as they shot off digs and slights at each other. Today they were icy and silent. She decided to remain tight lipped about it not feeling the slightest desire to get involved with whatever bullshit these two had going. It's was no concern of hers unless they made it her concern. She just hoped like fuck they could at least remain professional until the thing was done. If they wanted to kill each other after the job, that was fine with her. The guys had never been friends but they had been able to work together pretty well for around three years now. Only seeing each other a few weeks twice a year was about as much as Ruth could take of them together. She quite liked Marcus in a weird puppy dog way and Harry had become a close friend, but together they were a trying handful. Harry was as much of a smiling assassin as he had always been. She had had a brief fling with him when they met 4 years ago at a fetish lifestyle expo. She was drawn in by the bad boy mystique before she realised he was a Sado Dom. Not that she was shocked or scandalised by that. She was a Mummy Dom herself and two Dom's don't make a great fit. Ruth and He had ended it before it even began but they remained in contact. Sexually they might not have been compatible, but they found each other to be easy company and soon became friends. Regularly they would go out together to the fetish clubs and private parties. Two Dom's on the prowl for tasty Sub's that fit their distinctive appetites. Six months after their initial meeting Harry had called to offer her a healthy cut if she would replace a driver at the last minute. On an impulse she said yes and with that had embarked on a semi professional criminal career. The first run with Harry had netted her an easy 10 thousand for a 45 minute drive with precise stops and she had found her calling in life. Marcus could be annoying as fuck and at twenty two he should haven been maturing a bit, but he was still as childish and puerile as he had been when she met him at nineteen. He was often passable company but a little too eager and energetic for Ruth most times. But he also had a recurring case of small man syndrome making him prone to taking quick offence at any digs about his height. He was eager to pick a fight with anyone that made him feel inadequate. Harry of course being Harry was unable to resist digging at Marcus at any opportunity, but Harry was a big guy, broad and well over a foot taller than Marcus ,and he was also largely the source of his income. So Marcus fought his burning need to tell Harry to go fuck himself for practicality's sake, although some times Harry made him want to put a bullet through his easy grin. Even with his overcompensating swagger and eagerness to prove himself Ruth knew they were lucky to have him in the crew. His ability to get past most mechanical locks and his gymnastic ability had both been key to their last few jobs. Marcus being able to scale the outer walls and then shimmy through the ducts to get into the security room on the last job had been vital as well as impressive to see. Harry was the de facto leader of the crew by dint of size and by dint of connection. Of the five jobs they had done together all had been Harry's set ups. Targets picked by him and planned mostly by him with some input from himself and Ruth. Marcus had to admit that as much as he hated the man sometimes, the fucking psycho knew his stuff. And the score was always juicy too. When he was on crowd control, Harry's calm stare into their eyes could terrify the population more than his shotgun barrel did, but lately Marcus had been seeing those eyes pointed his way and didn't like it at all. Definitely time to get out while there's still an exit in sight, Marcus thought to himself as the van rolled onward. As they neared the target Harry broke the silence to go over the time line with Marcus and Ruth a final time. They would be be robbing the place in broad daylight in the heart of the city. But Harry had a solid set up worked out. If they hit the time markers, they would be out the door with two minutes spare before a single cop was on the scene. Harry and Marcus would be the ones to enter the store, Harry suppressing the human element within while Marcus worked his magic to enter the secure rear basement. Meanwhile Ruth would keep video surveillance with Harry's drone network keeping a good 2 km radius coverage on all paved entrances and exits for the target zone. Ruth backed the SUV into a loading dock behind the store and climbed out, closing the drivers door and walking away. Marcus had been into the alley yesterday in hoodie and full face glasses and taken out the two public cameras that had eyes on the dock with a paintball gun providing Ruth with a camera free path to the Go car. Ruth walked away at a relaxed pace to secure the car and get Harry's swarm-net up and running. While she worked them, the drone network was 100% Harry's field of expertise. At 300 bucks a pop the 20 strong swarm was not exactly cheap, but its strength was in being able to have government level remote viewing and being able to remote torch any camera drones you can't retrieve. 'Leave nothing but ash' was the mantra, but lumps of unusable plastic and metal fused together were almost as good.. Although the hardware was an off the shelf product, the algorithm overseeing the swarm had been edited and trained by Harry. Ruth had great VR control, but with Harry fine tuning his hive mind in truth she barely had to do more than paint them a target and they would read the topology and work their own pattern to maximise coverage. The swarm was reporting 88% camera coverage over the exclusion zone, more than enough to monitor the inevitable police response as it penetrated the target zone. She ran the VR decks and police scanners from the drivers seat of the go car, ready to burn the swarm and roll out to collect her crew the moment Marcus and Harry were clear. The tension inside the van simmered as go time approached. Harry waited for an 'all clear' from Ruth over the blue toothed burner, then with a brief nod to Marcus the pair of them pulled on their tactical masks and exited the van moving at pace toward the target. As they approached the building, Marcus could feel his heart pounding in his chest. The adrenaline rush was like the best drug ever to him. In truth more than the money, this is why he hadn't been able to walk away. Racing bikes was fun, but it wasn't robbing banks and jewellers. Harry was 'getting into character' as he called it, but Marcus saw it as channelling his core psycho. The man looked across at him, his eyes full of joy and violence as he grinned at him. He was acting a bit strange, but then again 'strange' was paradoxically normal for Harry. "Let's fucking do this," he said as he pushed open the door with a boot, while both hands cradled the SPAS-12 with it's ridiculous drum magazine. "Everybody be Cool ,This is a Robbery!" yelled the film buff robber raising his gun. Ruth was focused on her task now sitting in the discrete Audi wagon, itself sitting on 4 new run flat Dunlop's. "Coming in," Ruth said piloting a drone through the door with Harry and Marcus as they entered the Gem cutters. Working the remote drones parked in place earlier to gave full visibility to the streets leading in and Ruth manipulated the UI to give herself an overview. In truth the AI swarm was a couple of orders of magnitude better than her at surveying everything visible in the zone, but she couldn't help but add her outclassed human eyes to the look out. If things went south Ruth wanted at least 90 seconds of warning. Marcus felt anxiety creeping in and fought to stay above it. He patted the small calibre pistol at his hip like a talisman. If things went right he would never need to draw it, but he was reassured by its solid feel. As they swiftly entered the building, everything seemed to be going according to plan. Harry took the front of the store by surprise and had them down on the floor in seconds as Marcus made his way quickly into the back of the lab. "At the door now," Marcus announced as he fired up his plasma torch and pulled the welding goggles on, the cutter already spitting as he approached the safe, being certain with the angle to get to the working pins he needed to shatter, he let it cut into the metal. When he was sure he had the depth he pulled the cutter away and inspected his work with satisfaction. He was almost there, a few more seconds and he had reached the point he sought. Shutting down the torch he pulled out his liquid nitrogen injector and blasted the still yellow hot metal, the safe pinged and creaked as the metal was tortured by the temperature extremes, he kept bathing it till the sprayer was empty and quickly pulled out a tempered steel punch and a heavy hammer, with a single forceful tap the remaining lock pin shattered within its door and the safe swung open. "I'm in," Marcus declared. As if on cue the alarms went off and the response time count down had begun, Marcus begun pulling the bags and cases from the safe, dumping them all into the duffle bag at his feet. Almost done Marcus heard heavy foot steps and muffled shouting. Harry signalled for them to split up and make their way out of the building. Marcus was worried as he went out the vault room and made his way to the side door. The alarm he had expected but the rapid response was deeply troubling. There had been no police outside or Ruth would have warned them. "Ruth where is this response coming from?" he asked breathlessly, pulling his mask back on, only to find the plasma cutter had splashed it and the visibility was ruined. "No movement on the street, must be a sting." She was furiously scanning her POV's but nothing was visible. "Fuckers must have been inside waiting for us, get the fuck out now! Both of you!" She warned as she fired up the car and called Marcus made his way back down the narrow corridor, his heart racing he discarded his tactical mask in favour of vision. He knew that they were running out of time and that they had to get out of there right now. As he reached the exit, he saw a figure in the shadows. Without thinking, he pointed his pistol and fired. The figure fell to the ground and Marcus realised that it was a police officer. He panicked and ran out of the building, turning right and running for the small turnstile behind which Ruth should be waiting. his mind racing with the knowledge that he had just killed someone. A cop! He'd killed a fucking cop! -Buggered Beyond Belief- As he vaulted over the turnstile and reached the car, Harry and Ruth were waiting for him. He quickly climbed in and Ruth peeled off smoothly, and she quickly drove away them from the botched robbery. But the reality of what had just happened weighed heavily on Marcus. He knew that he had just made the biggest mistake of his life and that there would be no going back from this. He was a cop killer. "Fuck! I tagged a fucking Cop!" Marcus shouted. Harry spun around from the front passenger seat. "Before or after you lost your mask?" he asked calmly. "What?" "Before or after, you lost your mask. You got in the car without your mask on, did you lose it before, or after?" "Whu, uhh, before," Marcus admitted. Harry wordlessly turned back in his seat facing forwards again. As Ruth drove away from the heist, the reality of what had just happened began to sink in for Marcus. He had shot a police officer with his pistol, his face was exposed to the officer's body camera. Harry was quick to redundantly point out the gravity of the situation to the young safecracker. "You're fucked, Marcus," he said. "Cops have Eyenet body cams on them. You shot a fucking cop without your fucking mask on man! Why the fuck did you take your mask off?" Marcus could feel the panic rising in his chest. He knew he was in deep trouble, Eyenet would have identified him in seconds from the bodycam. "It'll take the AI roughly fuck all seconds to identify you," Harry said telling him what he already knew. "The moment it gets a look at you via the surveillance camera network and Eyenet, you're toast man." Marcus can only sit in stunned silence as he realises that Harry is right. He is so fucked. As the getaway car sped through the city, Marcus's mind raced with fear and panic. He couldn't believe what just happened, and the weight of his actions started to settle in. He turns to Harry, desperate for a solution. "Harry, we have to fix this. They saw my face, they know who I am." Harry remains calm, but his voice is cold and calculated. "You're fucked, Marcus. That cop had a body cam, and you lost your mask. You're going to prison for the rest of your life." Marcus can feel the tears starting to well up in his eyes. "Please Harry, there has to be a way out of this. I'll do anything." Harry takes a moment to consider, tapping his fingers on the side window. "Alright, I have an idea. But it's not going to be an easy fix kid." He glances over at Marcus. "You're going to have to change your face." Marcus is taken aback. "Change my face? How?" "Extensively is how," Harry replied. Harry's expression was unreadable. "I have a contact who is a dead set Da Vinci of reconstructive surgery. You'll see. But know this, it's not going to be cheap or quick or an easy process. And it's not just your face that's going to have to change. The AI will be using full motion capture to look for you from compiled data. We'll need to change your entire body dimensions," Harry said. "Actually strike that one of those. It won't be cheap and it won't easy, but it will be quick. The man works like a demon. Moroder is a virtuoso and a pioneer. I've seen him do facial work that you could expose in public later the same day." "Ruth, Take us here," Harry says handing her a generic white business card. And then Harry was on the phone to his Da Vinci. 90 minutes later the crew arrive at a nondescript building in a remote location outside the city. They were greeted by a man in a lab coat who Harry introduced as Doctor Moroder. "Not Doctor, not Moroder," he clarified, eyeing Harry. "But Doctor Moroder each and every time. Good to see you once again Harry, glad to make your acquaintances Ruth and Marcus." Marcus couldn't hear what was being said as he was left in a waiting room, but he could see Ruth talking with Doctor Moroder in hushed tones. Ruth described the new identity that Marcus was supposed to take on, a male, young, handsome and fit, a person who would easily blend in. Marcus was excited about the prospect of having a new identity, a new life and a new beginning. Doctor Moroder led Marcus to a small room, where he was given an anaesthetic. As he began to fade away, he could hear Ruth and Doctor Moroder talking. They were discussing a change of plans, and he could hear them mention the words "radical" and "extensive," His mind raced with confusion, as he tried to process what was happening while the drugs worked hard to drag him down into a sleepless slumber. As Marcus lay on the operating table, he felt the anaesthesia taking full effect. He closed his eyes, thinking about the plan Harry had concocted. He was going to have a new face, a new identity, and a new chance at freedom. But as he drifted off, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Finally the anaesthesiologist gave the surgeon a thumbs up sign, "Patient is under Doctor Moroder." "Are you sure about this, Harry?" Ruth asked, her voice low and measured. "It's a big change, and it's not reversible. Once you do this, there's no going back." Harry nodded, his face set in a determined scowl. "I know that Ruth. But we have no choice. Marcus fucked up and now he's a liability. If we don't do something drastic we're all going down." Ruth thought for a moment, her eyes flicking over to the motionless form of Marcus on the table. "I see your point," she said slowly. "But what will he think when he wakes up? How do you think he will react?" Harry shrugged. "He'll probably freak the fuck out for a while I expect. I know I would," Harry said turning to grin at Ruth "But he'll adapt. He'll have to adapt. He's not really going to have any other option. He'll find a way to make it work. And if he doesn't, well...he'll just have to live with the consequences." "Fuck you can be a callous bastard sometimes Harry," Ruth said. "...I know Ruth. I know," he said turning back to watch the surgeon, who was preparing to make the first incisions on Marcus's face. "Come on, Doctor Moroder will be at this for hours and he'll have Marcus completely out of it for most of the next week while he does all his work. He has like eleven separate major procedures he want's to do before letting him come round again," Ruth said. "I thought it was twelve," said Harry distractedly. "Did I miss one? I wouldn't mind watching for a while," Harry said watching Moroder fully focusing on his patient in preparation for his deft precise knife work "The guy is amazing." "Fair enough, I'll see you at the safe house, gotta get Marcus's new room ready for when he's discharged," Ruth said gathering up her gear to leave. "Yeah sure, I'll get us a pizza on the way home when I'm done here," Harry said giving a brief wave as Ruth left, not taking his eyes off of Moroder as he worked. And as Moroders robotically assisted nano-sharp knife came down deeply carving into his face , Marcus's old life was forever gone, and a new one was about to begin. -Bonsai Bandit- Marcus woke up groggy and disoriented. He was in a small sterile room. He could feel the tight swelling of his face and matching tightness in his chest. His arms and legs throbbed and he felt pain roughly everywhere he had the ability to feel any sensation, from his ankles to his scalp there was a dull throbbing hurt. He tried to sit up, but his body felt weak and uncoordinated. That's when he saw Ruth, sitting in a chair next to the bed. She smiled at him, but her eyes were less comforting. "Welcome back to the world, honey," she said softly. "Harry's outside, he'll be in soon." Marcus tried to speak, but his voice was barely a whisper. "How long?" He sounded breathless and reedy. His throat felt so dry. He tried unsuccessfully to reach for a cup on the side table. "Here, let me," Ruth said and she brought the cup over to him with a bendy straw so he was able to get a good mouthful of ice cold water. Ruth pulled the straw away and he let his head drop back into the pillow. Ruth hesitated before answering. "You were under a lot longer than originally planned Marcus. It's been just over three weeks since Moroder first put you under, and he's been keeping you in and out with drugs ." Marcus's brow rose at that. Three weeks? It was supposed to be just over two days total. "Harry made a last minute change to the template and.... He said it was the only way to keep us safe. He had you...radically altered. Your face, your body... everything." As Marcus' mind started to clear, he became more and more aware of his body's sensations. He felt a sense of panic rising within him as he realised that something was not right. He moving his arms and legs and they felt much different. Smaller and shorter. He held up a hand that was most assuredly not his own. It was tiny, with petite little fingers. He looked down and saw he was wearing a light blue hospital gown covered in teddy bears. And it was very apparent from his tiny chest in its kiddie themed gown that he was much much smaller than he should be. He started to struggle and sit up but Ruth was there to calm him down, and she held him tightly. "Take it slowly Marcus honey," she said. "No," he whispered looking up into Ruth's dark eyes. "No, this can't be happening. Harry promised me a new face, some minor skeletal work, not... not this," Marcus said trying to clear his throat. His voice sounded very wrong. "Shh, baby, it's okay," she said soothingly. "You're safe now, everything is going to be alright. Harry had to make sure that you could never be recognised," she shrugged her shoulders "But I'm sorry to tell you that you're going to need to pass yourself off as a minor for now Marcus." Ruth reached out to take his hand, but Marcus pulled away. He couldn't believe they could do this to him. He had been so desperate to escape the law, he had been willing to do anything. But this was beyond anything he could have imagined. A sudden cold fear gripped him as he thought about how far they had taken this disguise. How far did they fucking go? Did they give him a kids dick as well? With a small hand he pulled the hospital gown away and looked down at a smooth cleft where his cock should be. "Oh God no!" he squeaked in his light little voice. "Also you're a girl as well, yes. I was getting to that." She cocked her head to the side in that way some people do when they are being condescending as fuck to a child. He felt the tears welling up in his eyes, and he turned away from Ruth. He couldn't look at her, couldn't bear to look her in the eye. He felt like a freak, a monster. Trapped in a body that wasn't his own anymore. He dropped the gown back over his his displaced genitals but it did nothing to cover his new legs, which were just surreal to look down at. Impossibly thin and pale, much shorter than they had been leading to two small retrofitted feet. "Fuck. How small did you make me? I was supposed have gained a few inches." "Considerable shorter Marcus. Not sure of exact measurements myself." With great effort he sat up in bed getting Ruth to help him to push the pillow under his back to support him. He pushed his shoulders into the pillow trying to get comfortable, and his long hair feel over his eyes. "Blonde? Seriously?" he asked wearily. Ruth said nothing. "Give me a mirror, please," Marcus said to Ruth as he took a few deep breaths to try and clear his head. "Well since you asked nicely," Ruth said as she went to fetch a hand mirror from a shelf at the foot of the bed. "There you are," She said handing it too him. He tried but his hands only loosely gripped the surprisingly heavy metal hand mirror it and it flopped to the bed. He was having great difficulty with his new proportions and muscles, or lack there of. "OK let me," she said and picked up the mirror. Then she held it up for Marcus to see his new face. Nothing of his old one remained, save for his eyeballs. His once sharp cheekbones and jawline had been largely softened giving him a rounder and more delicate looking face. His brown eyes once deep set and intense, had been made larger and brighter lending an almost elfin quality to his appearance. His nose once sharp and prominent, had been refined into a small button nose above lips that had grown fuller and more pronounced, with a delicate cupid's bow. His hair, which had once been thick and dark, was now silky smooth light blonde and cascaded in soft waves around his shoulders. "Holy shit," Marcus said weakly. "...holy shit," he repeated quietly, still unable to reconcile the pretty childs face in front of him with how mirrors worked. "How can I, I , I can't, you can't be.," He trundled off. Too much had happened and too many questions were piling up. "Look Marcus I know it's a lot to take in but-" she began before being interrupted by Harry's entry.. "Hey there He is!" Harry said striding into the small hospital room like it was a business expo and he'd just spotted a client to schmooze. He was grinning happily and Marcus at that moment hated the very thought of Harry being happy. His happiness could be alarming. As Harry walked into the room, Marcus glared at him with rage and betrayal. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to make Harry pay for what he had done. But he was currently too weak, too disoriented, too trapped. All he could do was sit there glowering at Harry with pure fury. "What have you done to me you sick fucking bastard?" Marcus growled, his voice coming out instead as a comically high pitched squeal." "I did what was needed Marcus. I took the opportunity to keep you out of prison while we work the big one," Harry replied. "You turned me into a fucking freak!" Marcus exclaimed, his new girlish little voice shaking with anger. "You're not a freak," Ruth said defensively from the other side of the bed where she was sitting with a matronly bearing. "You're a perfect little girl," Marcus just tried to ignore her weird support. His mind reeled with disbelief. He had never agreed to this, never wanted this. He felt violated and humiliated. "You had no right to do this to me," Marcus said, tears welling up in his eyes. "No, you have gotten that completely wrong. I had every right Marcus. I had every right to just put a bloody bullet in you and dump you in a ditch, but I didn't," Harry replied, his voice cold, "You fucked up royally and put us all under a very intense microscope. You're part of my crew and I will do whatever it takes to protect You Me and Ruth from the cops," he said, and then he leaned in with his shit eating grin. "Even if it means sacrificing your masculinity for a little while, Kiddo. It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make." Marcus was speechless filled with shock and disbelief. He couldn't understand how Harry could be so callous and ruthless but he never doubted that he could be. It's just that until now, it hadn't been directed at him. As he looked at Harry grinning down at him, he realised he has missed his exit to get away from this man. One heist too many. He had never felt so powerless in his life. And Ruth was joining in too? "You might have kept me out of prison, but you've destroyed my life," Marcus said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Again, let me correct you there Marcus. You destroyed your own life when you shot a cop in front of police AI with your face uncovered. You did that. Not me, not Ruth. Marcus did that," Harry retorted. His face was deadly serious as he delivered his blame distribution analysis before flicking over to playful and friendly again with a speed that would make light blush. "But hey, you'll adjust, you'll see," Harry said, "And think of all the opportunities it opens up. You can blend into a crowd and go unsuspected, gather information and pull off heists that we never could have before. In fact this is going to be the way we pull off the big one," Harry said in full salesman mode trying to gloss over the horrific alterations that had been made to his body. "Once we fence what I'm planning this time, we'll have tens of millions each. We'll be fucking rich as the bank managers. Marcus you'll be able to afford whatever body mods you want. Fuck it man, whatever body surgery you want is on me. My treat. After we do the next heist," Harry grinned at him casually like he was offering to make up for dinging his car in the parking lot, not having him surgically mutilated in his sleep. Marcus was livid at what he was hearing. Harry was trying to sell this horror show to him as a solution to his problems, a chance for him to continue his criminal ways. But all Marcus could think about was the life he had just had ripped away from him. He felt like he was in a nightmare with no way to wake up. "I'll never forgive you for this, you bastard," Marcus said, his voice filled with anger, hurt and betrayal. "I'll take that as a thank you," Harry replied with a smirk. "Ok guys," Harry said clapping his hands together to indicate he was changing the subject. "This is where we have to part company for a bit." He looked at Marcus. "I've still got stuff to clean up from the fall out from our failed operation at Ackerman's. You got most of the stuff out so well done on that front, but the heat is so high on those goods that the payout is barely 10 cents on the dollar now. But terrible return as that is, it's enough to keep us going so we don't need to worry about the basics. You and Ruth will get set up in the safe house and ease into your cover identities and then I'll join you.." "Cover?" asked Marcus. "What the fuck am I supposed to cover as like this?" "Don't worry," Harry said brushing aside his concerns. "Ruth has your new ID along with the rest of our documentation, just follow her lead." "Should be back with you in a few days guys, I'll keep you posted if there's any hold ups." He walked over and gave Ruth a brief hug goodbye before heading off and then turned back to Marcus. "Be a good girl for Mum now kiddo," he said to Marcus as he winked and with that Harry walked out the door leaving Marcus alone with Ruth. "That fucking rat fucker," Marcus mumbled under his breath. Ruth stood up and collected her things. "It's been a stressful day for you Marcus, I'll let you get some rest and we can talk to the doctor about when to leave." As she stroked his head like he was a sick child having a day off school. "Doctor Moroder says he wants us out sooner than later. He's got clients already waiting for your bed I'm afraid. I'll be back in a bit Hon." And with that Marcus was alone in the windowless room, although it was only a brief moment before the man who had altered his body beyond recognition walked in to check on him. -Basic Bitch- Doctor Moroder stood at the foot of Marcus's bed, a chart in one hand and a pen in the other. "How are you feeling today, Mr Marcus?" Doctor Moroder asked as he examined his patient's arms and legs. "I feel like I've been mutilated by a fucking butcher!" Marcus replied, a large scoop of bitterness in his voice. "Everything hurts, and I don't recognise my own body." "Well that's good then. If you don't recognise you, then no one else will either," Doctor Moroder said dismissively. "You've undergone a significant transformation, and it will take some time for you to adjust. But I assure you, the results are cutting edge." He went over his notes. "Mr. Marcus, I must say you are a remarkable success for our team. We've performed an almost complete body and facial reconstruction, including skeletal modification and synthetic tendons. Your skin has been rejuvenated and your face has been completely reconstructed to give you a youthful and feminine appearance." Moroder flipped through the chart, a self-satisfied grin on his face. "Considering what we had to work with I think we've done a fantastic job. You're now almost a foot shorter, more delicate, with a more elfin face and I must say, you're really quite pretty now." Marcus grimaced at the word pretty. Doctor Moroder began a physical exam, prodding and poking at Marcus' unfamiliar body, checking for any signs of complications or issues. "The skeletal modification was the most extensive part of the surgery," he said, running his hands over Marcus' truncated arms and legs. "I had to pretty much completely rebuild you bone structure to give you that petite look. Your new pelvic bone was fitted at the same time. All the skeletal work is high impact carbon fibre, so you'll find yourself to be even lighter than you might think, the joints are extremely flexible and strong so any athletics you may take up could be pretty high level. We also gave you lovely wide hips, so you'll have that thigh gap that the girls strive for." Mododer smiled encouragingly at Marcus as if he was expecting praise from the man he had reduced to a parody of a girl. "Your hands and feet are also transplants. Surprisingly easy to fit them with the new artificial tendon printer. If you cared to practice you should find yourself capable of some pretty dexterous movement. You will find that in the immediate short term you will need to relearn distances by touch. If you were to reach out for a cup without concentrating, you'll find yourself coming up short with arms not able to extend as far as you are used to. Goes for everything really, your extensive modifications will necessitate some relearning of the scale of things in general." Again the smile, like relearning everything was a fun bonus and not a signifier of his life being fucked to death by Harry and his surgical accomplice. "The skin rejuvenation was quite extensive as well. We sloughed off a lot of your old epidermis and using dermal abrasion we've left you with new smooth radiant skin and even the last of the surgical scars will heal up invisibly in the next few days. You will notice a significant erasure of your wrinkles and age spots. You have maybe less than 10% of your original epidermis now. Your tattoos of course are all gone, so nothing to still identify you as Marcus." As the doctor examined his chest, Marcus couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust at the changes done to his body. He was alarmed to learn that his hairless chest was sporting small but definite breast buds with puffy nipples. He had no muscle mass and with his bones now shorter and his skin smooth and wrinkle free his arms looked tiny and young, He didn't even feel like a human being anymore. He felt like a doll stitched together for others to play with. "The genital transplant was the most challenging part of the surgery," the doctor continued and Marcus groaned and looked away not even wanting to hear about it. "It was a delicate procedure and required a lot of skill. But I'm happy to say that everything looks to have healed nicely. The donor was pubescent so it really fits in perfectly with the whole package," He said with a worrying disregard for anything approaching a good bed side manner. Marcus could feel the tears welling up in his eyes as the doctor checked his new genitals and without warning he inserted his fingers into Marcus, pushing him open to examine his new sex. His eyes popped wide open in shock and he felt his mouth follow suit. "Jesus fucking Christ!" his little voice shrieked. He couldn't believe that this man had cut his cock off and had now shoved two fingers inside him. He wanted to smash his face into a bloody pulp but was in no state to try. "It will take a few more days for the nerve endings to fully regenerate, but you have a fully functioning vagina complete with lubricating glands and clitoris." He briefly ran a thumb across the clitoris in question making Marcus jump and the doctor smiled as he made a note on his clip board. "We didn't perform a uterine transplant sadly," he said with palpable disappointment, "so you will not get a menstrual cycle unfortunately. But if you ever want to consider it, I've been looking forward to advancing my techniques." Marcus thought that far from being unfortunate, that was the closest thing to good news he had heard since he woke up. He didn't even know they could do that now, but it was a relief to know that things hadn't done it to him, although they had done everything else it seemed. The doctor finished his exam and signed the release papers. "You're in great shape right now, you can leave when you're ready, but do take care of yourself. You'll need to take it easy for the next few days while your body fully heals, but the accelerated healing boosters we implanted while you were under for the last week have healed everything up already. The will be some sore muscles and joints and some itching while the final boosters are still active. In 2 to 3 days the boosters will have exhausted their proteins and you can consider yourself officially healed," He hung the clip board back up on the wall next to the door then pulled out a generic yellow pill bottle. "These are to regulate the boosters in your system, just 1 per day and I've only given you 4. Keep taking them till the itching subsides and flush the rest. They have no pharmacological use, they are just to keep the boosters stable until they have run their course. The boosters themselves will simple dissolve and you'll pass them naturally in your stool. "Good luck Mr Marcus," he said and walked out leaving Marcus alone again. Marcus wanted to go back to sleep for at least a million years, but he was hyper aware of his new body after Doctor Moroder had left. His mind dwelling on the recent memory of the Doctor tracing his fingers over his new contours. Marcus began to run his small hands over his body feeling the unfamiliar sensation of soft curves and delicate bones. He couldn't believe what had been done to him. He felt like a completely different person. He WAS a different person in fact, at least legally and cosmetically. He couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal and anger towards Ruth, who had accepted Harry doing this to him so readily. With a morbid inevitability he brought a hand between his legs and touched his new genitals. The sensation was alien to him and he pulled his hand back like he had touched a hot stove. His mind was in a state of turmoil, as he struggled to come to terms with this new reality. He was a stranger in his own body, unsure of who he was anymore. He didn't know how he was going to move forward, but he knew one thing for sure, that he would never forgive Harry and Ruth for what they had done to him. He was filled with a burning desire for revenge. Marcus sat in silence, staring blankly at the wall, his mind still reeling from the shock of his transformation. He couldn't believe what had happened to him. As he was lost in his thoughts, the door to his hospital room opened and Ruth walked back in, a wide grin on her face. "I have a surprise for you." As Ruth enters the room with a stack of papers in her hand, Marcus looks up at her with a mixture of anger and fear. "What is this?" he asks, gesturing to the papers. Ruth smiles softly, trying to put him at ease. "These are your new papers, Felicity. Your new identity." Marcus scoffs, "Felicity?" Ruth sighs, "It's your new identity, Felicity Mary Taylor. Your date of birth makes you ten and a half. It's all backed up with an extensive AI generated medical and scholastic history injected into the database to give the identity complete legal status," she said and she handed him a small bundle with a couple of well made forged documents. "Government tacking AI will just mark you as what it sees. Perfect cover, perfect safety." "Safety? Safe from what? You've made me into a child! I'm a grown man Ruth, I can't fucking live my life as a fucking ten year old fucking girl!" Marcus's voice rose hysterically with each word. "Yes, you can live as a ten year old girl and you shall until its safe to do otherwise. That's the whole point of this Marcus, so you can go completely undetected by Eyenet," Ruth said. "Bullshit!" Marcus replied. "Look Harry knew that if we just gave you a new face you'd just be Marcus with a different face, and the moment you bought your kind of beer and your kind of porn from your kind of shop, Eyenet would zero in on you," Ruth said with empathetic patience like she was explaining to a child how to stand up to bullies at school. The alterations to Marcus had her halfway towards smitten with the feminised man and she could feel her arousal the more she treated him like a little child. "It's not just your face they are looking for, they are looking for online habits and real world haunts. Eyenet is looking for people walking around that are your height with your gait and your way of moving your arms. The AI will soon be scouring the area for customers with your taste in bikes, movies and music, online searches with your known preferences, until it narrows the search enough to send agents to confirm a sighting," Ruth explained calmly. "By giving you such a radical new identity, it ensures we are safe. Once the heat has died down and you're nothing but a ghost to them, they will remove you from the AI's day to day targets and we can get you back to something approaching normal. They expend considerable AI time to have it constantly searching the world for a particular person, especially if nothing turns up for it to end the search with," she finished up. "You see?" "So you just went ahead and made me a child? Without even consulting me?" Marcus shakes his head in disbelief. "Yes Marcus we did. It was the safest thing for you and safest for Harry and I as well." "And it's extensive surgery I know, but it's not permanent. Moroder assured us that he can 100% reverse everything he had done," she said bending the truth a little. 'Theoretically possible' were his actual words. "Once things cool down, we can start the process of reversing the changes," Ruth said trying to reassure him. "But what about my life? My friends? Everything I knew is gone because of this," Marcus says, his voice breaking. "Well no Sweetie," Ruth said a little condescendingly "everything you knew is gone away because you took your mask off mid heist like an amateur," Ruth reached out taking his hand. "I know it's hard, but we'll help you start a new life. Once you shot a cop on camera, your old life was a dead end. You can never go back to anyone you knew before honey. But you'll have me and Harry to support you." Marcus pulled his hand away. "I don't want Harry's support. I never want to see him again. That sick fucker did this to me on purpose I know it!" he said, turning away from her. Ruth's expression turns stony. "I'm sorry, but it's done. We don't have a choice in the matter. Now let's go, we have a lot of work to do to get us settled into our new life." Marcus, looked up at her with the beginning of tears in his eyes. "Fine. Let's just get out of here," he said taking a deep breath and trying to flatten his emotions in front of her. Ruth walked over to the bedside table and set down a bag of clothes, a small smile on her face. "These are your new clothes," she said, "I picked them out especially for you." Marcus looked at the bag with disgust, the clothes inside were clearly meant for a child. He couldn't believe that Ruth was expecting him to wear them. "I'm not wearing this shit," Marcus said, his voice filled with anger and resentment. "You have to," Ruth replied, "You can't go around in a hospital gown. People will start to get suspicious." "I don't care," Marcus said, "I am not going to dress like a child. I am a grown man and I will not be reduced to this." Ruth's expression softened, "Look I know this is hard for you, but you have to think about the bigger picture. You're in hiding now, you have to blend in and go unnoticed. You can't go around dressing like a grown up man, for one thing, grown up man clothes won't fit you anymore." "You can't be serious," he said, his voice shaking with rage. Ruth's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. "Serious as a heart attack Marcus, yes. I know it's a lot to take in, but it's for the best. You'll be safer this way." "Safer? You've turned me into a child! And a girl, no less! You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Marcus accused, his voice rising. Ruth's expression hardened. "No, I'm not enjoying this," She lied. " I'm doing what needs to be done to keep you safe. And as for the girl thing, that was necessary for your safety from Eyenet. You know that." Marcus couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't believe that Ruth could be so flippant and dismissive about what had been done to him. He looked down at his small, childlike hands and felt a sense of despair wash over him. He was trapped in this new body, with no way to change it back. Ruth could see the defeated look on Marcus's face and her expression softened. "I know it's hard, Felicity. But we'll get through this together. I'll help you adjust, I promise," Ruth said trying to stifle her arousal and sense of excitement at the idea of making Marcus into her own obediant little girl. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the way she felt. Marcus looked at the clothes in the bag with disdain. A pair of blue jean overalls was the main thing. At least it was pant legs and not a skirt, but the bib had embroidered flowers around the words: 'Little Girl, Big Attitude' and the back pockets were replaced with blue and white gingham ones. A butterfly patch on one leg and a large smiling daisy on the other. And to go with it Ruth had given him an aggressively pink long sleeved T shirt to wear beneath it. Even the pastel pink cotton briefs had a small bow on the waistband. He felt a knot form in his stomach at the thought of having to wear this stuff. "What the fuck is this?" he asked looking up at Ruth accusingly. "It's clothes Marcus, clothes for a young girl, because as I'm sure I've already pointed out, that's what you are for now." Ruth could see that Marcus was obviously not happy with the clothes, but she was firm in her decision. "You have to put them on, and you have to do it now," she said. "We're leaving for our new home soon and you can't go out in that hospital gown." Marcus sighed in defeat knowing that he had no choice but to comply. He resigned himself to his fate and took off his hospital gown, revealing his new small and delicate body. He picked up the clothes and began putting them on. First he pulled on the pink cotton briefs, trying to ignore the small pink bow and the lace trim on the waistband. He pull them up automatically going to adjust himself though he had nothing to adjust anymore. He then pulled on the T shirt over his head and then stepped into the size 9 overalls. Having only minor difficulty getting his arms through the shoulder straps. Reluctantly he pulled on the short white socks and then the floral trainers. He felt like a clown in these clothes. Reduced, emasculated and humiliated. "This is a fucking demeaning nightmare Ruth. You and Harry have totally fucked my life up," he accused her. "You are not the only person you fucked when you brought the heat down Marcus. Eyenet is looking for you, or any small trace of you. Right now Harry and I are clear of suspicion, there's nothing in public records to connect us all but if you get caught we're fucked too the moment they have you. Neither Harry nor I can risk that Marcus. Do you understand me?" He looked at himself in the mirror, and he didn't recognise the girl staring back at him. He turned to Ruth with a defeated look. By right's Harry and Ruth should probably have just put a bullet in him and dumped him in a concrete pour to keep themselves safe from his fuck up. Nightmare that this was at least it wasn't an execution. But Ruth had intimated that in order to keep herself and Harry free from police scrutiny, it still could be. Marcus mutely nodded his understanding and she smiled at him. "Hang on," Ruth said as she fished in her hand bag and pulled out a pink plastic semi circle. "This will finish the whole picture." And she pushed an Alice band onto his head, draping his hair across his shoulders "There, now you look super cute, just like a little girl should be," she said brightly like a proud mother. Marcus just hung his head in resignation. Marcus couldn't bring himself to respond, as he was consumed by a sense of shame and anger. He followed Ruth out of the private recovery room, his mind still reeling from the shock of his transformation. He felt a mixture of anger, disgust and resentment towards Ruth, as he walked beside her out of the clinics front door into the wooded bright daylight of the small car park. He still couldn't believe they had done this to to him. In the warm midday sun, Marcus stalked towards Ruth's Car looking every inch the moody ten year old girl he had been sculpted to resemble. -Bungalow Belle- Ruth walked towards her BMW, a powerful but discrete looking German saloon. She opened the door and gestured for Marcus to get in the back seat. Marcus stopped and looked inside. "Seriously?" he asked pointing at the purple booster seat. "Yes seriously," she replied. "You're only just over four feet tall now, way too small for the cars adult seat belts." He hesitated for a moment, feeling reluctant to get in the car with her, but with zero other options he climbed into the ridiculous child's seat, Ruth pulled twin pastel pink belts over his shoulder and clicked the centre buckle. A bright yellow daisy sticker with a huge grinning face looked up at him, silently mocking him. Once they were both inside, Ruth started the engine and began to drive. Marcus sat in the booster seat, fuming with anger. He couldn't help but think about the life he had lost and the person he used to be. "I can't believe you two did this to me," Marcus said, his voice trembling with anger. "I trusted you and you betrayed me. You did,...'THIS!' to me." Ruth tried to defend herself, "Look, Harry came up with the idea and I agreed to it because it was the best way to keep you safe. This was the only way to keep you from going to prison or worse." "That doesn't excuse what you did to me," Marcus retorted. "I mean a girl? how the hell is that fair, he took my fucking cock Ruth. Moroder took my fucking cock away!" Marcus took a breath trying to get a grip on himself, he refused to lose it in front of Ruth. "Why the fuck did you let him turn me into a god damned chick?" "To make sure you didn't try to run off and be a Mini Marcus. You would have given yourself away trying to fuck any woman with a cougar fetish. And Harry said it would curtail your natural instinct to spend your lying low time with online porn too, you preferences and viewing habits could identify you as you as surely as you logging into your old accounts." Marcus sat speechless, Ruth seemed to have an answer for fucking everything and it was infuriating to say the least the way she kept brushing off his loss of manhood as a minor detail that he was getting too hung up on. "I understand that it's difficult for you now, but in time you'll see that this was the best decision for all of us," Ruth said, her voice calm and collected. "And anyway, you might not be ready to hear it right now, but you're cute as a button and I've never seen you look more delightful." But Marcus wasn't having it. "Fuck you Ruth. Fuck you, Fuck Harry, Fuck Moroder, fuck the lot of you!" Marcus said with vitriolic certainty. "Sounds like someone could use a nap," chuckled Ruth as they drove on. "Jesus Fucking Christ Ruth, give it a fucking rest will you? It's still not fucking funny!" "I'm sorry, that was out of line," she said by way of an apology, although in reality as she drove along her left hand had been discretely in her lap under her skirt, teasing her moistening clit as the extensively feminised man in the booster seat wailed and moaned about his missing cock. Marcus just sat fuming and silent for the rest of the trip. He was stuck in this car with the woman who had betrayed him, helped butcher him and was treating him like a fucking child while she got off on some kind of motherhood fetish. He wanted nothing more than to go home and get the fuck away from Harry and Ruth, but his home would be a crime scene right now. Searched top to bottom by the police. He considered just jumping out of the car at the next set of lights and bolting down a side street or into a shopping centre to lose her. He had a few stashes dotted around the city for in case things went to shit, and things were very much faecal in appearance right now. Getting away from Ruth and Harry as soon as humanly possible seemed the only smart thing to do. But what then? He had no one he could turn to right now that would recognise him, and the idea of turning up on their doorstep to ask for help looking like this was just too much to think about. No way could he show himself to the gang looking like this. And the idea of turning to someone like Kim was unthinkable too. She would help him sure, but being treated like a needy kid sister by the woman he was fucking was just never going to be allowed to happen. So how about going on the run solo? Would it even be possible looking like a primary school kid? OK, so he might be in a perfect disguise and the police would never find Marcus, but the police would quickly find and detain a ten year old girl living on the streets regardless of who they are looking for. And then what? Being an orphan girl in state care, bouncing around foster homes and orphanages? And all the while not able tell people who he really was. And that would last for 6 to 8 years until he was an adult again. Wait, fuck no! He had somehow for a moment forgotten he wasn't a real girl. The full body surgical transformation was really doing a number on his sense of self. He wasn't going to grow up ever. He was already grown up and had been surgically bastardised. He was a twenty two year old man that just happened to look like a ten year old girl. The only way to grow up again was to get that fucking Frankenstein cock sucker to reverse what he had done, which was only possible through Harry. Marcus was at each and every possible turn trapped, mortified and ruined. Eventually, they arrived at their new safe house, a small and unremarkable looking home in a quiet neighbourhood. Black solar roof over bungalow style awnings. Dark green wood panels cloaked the prefab concrete walls. The front yard was barely large enough to qualify for the name yard, and half the frontage opened to allow Ruth to drive the car into the garage. Marcus got out of the car as the automatic door lumbered back down again, feeling a mix of relief to be out of the public eye again and dread as he realised that this would effectively be his new home and prison with Ruth as his jailer for the foreseeable future. As they entered the safe house, Ruth began to lay out her rules for Marcus's new life. They had just entered the house from the garage door and Ruth had barely put her keys on the kitchen top before she began. "Now listen Marcus, from now on I'm going to be calling you Felicity exclusively and I suggest you just accept that and move on. This is a disguise and we need to keep it up 24/7. If it becomes second nature at home we won't slip up out in public. To avoid slips, I'll going call you Felicity and not Marcus and you call me Mother, Mum or Mummy, but not 'Ruth' understand? Girls your age never call their parents by their first names." "Ohh for fucks sake Ruth,..Yo-" "No Felicity, I'm serious. You need to understand that you are disguised as a minor. A minor that needs parental permission to do pretty much anything. People will see you as such and you need to act as such." "You will need to do as I say, you need to play the role of a little girl and little girls obey their Mummy," she said firmly. "You will not leave this house without my permission and you must play your role as Felicity convincingly. Even in here where no one is watching. You need to make sure you don't slip up in public." "Public?" asked Marcus incredulously. "You really think I'm going out in public looking like this?" "Yes I do Felicity, because little girls don't get to sit around at home all day." "Don't call me that," he muttered. "It's your name now, deal with it," she said dismissively. "So lets come this way and I'kk show you your room," she said leading him to the short corridor. "Tada!'" she said brightly as she gestured towards the door like it was a game show prize. The prize in question here was the white door with thin, pink, hand painted pin striping an inch inside the frame and a pink plastic and glitter sign proclaiming in cursive; Felicity's Room. Below that a smaller sign that simply said 'no boys allowed.' "For fucks sake," Marcus muttered under his breath. Ruth opened the door to present Marcus with his new room. It was small and feminine, just like him. As he walked into his new room he couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea wash over him. The room was decorated in shades of pink and white, with frilly curtains and a small four-poster bed. Each post had white and pink scrolling like barbershop poles. The walls were painted a soft pastel pink with white trim and a white wainscoting along the bottom. "You're fucking kidding me," Marcus said looking around in disbelief. "You need to start watching your language Felicity, Marcus talked like that, but you simply can't Sweetie," Ruth said as she gently pushed Marcus. She was enjoying prodding and pushing to find his limits and she wanted to push him over it for a spell. If she could push him to rebel enough to justify it, she could come down hard on him and begin to break him in as her little girl. A white vanity sat in the corner, adorned with a small selection of hair and makeup products. The closet and drawers were mostly empty but there were a couple of dresses on coathangers, skirts, and other feminine clothing in some of the draws. Marcus felt a sense of despair as he looked around the room. This was his new reality, and it was a far cry from the life he had known before. He walked over to the wardrobes and opened the doors, revealing a few more dresses, a couple of shirts or blouses. He felt a lump form in his throat as he realised that this was supposed to be his new wardrobe. The bed side drawers held a couple of pairs of frilly socks, two other pairs of panties, matching the pair he had on and two unopened packages of girls tights. In all his searching he hadn't found a single pair of pants, just a couple of pairs of shorts. These overalls were the only long pants he seemed to have now. As he looked around the room, he couldn't help but think, 'Fuck my life.' This was not the way he had imagined his future. He felt trapped and powerless, and the nausea he had felt earlier was turning into a deep sense of dread and Marcus couldn't help but feel a sense of claustrophobia forming. The room was a reflection of what he was becoming, a shell of his former self, a plaything for Ruth and Harry's twisted amusement. He looked back at Ruth who was smiling proudly as though Marcus was seconds away from jumping and down in delight like a happy little girl at the sight of the room. "This is fucking bull shit Ruth," he said. "I'm not sleeping in that room." "It's Mum or Mummy, Felicity not Ruth. And it's a pretty room suitable for a girl your age," she said. "I spent a long time having it decorated just right for you." "Well you can fucking have it then, I'm not playing this stupid game anymore." "Felicity," Ruth said with a warning tone trying to lure him like a fish in a stream. "Watch your tone please." As hoped, Marcus refused to listen to her, his anger and resentment was boiling over towards her for what she had done to him. He was not going to roll over and accept the idea of being controlled by her and living a life as a child. "I am not Felicity, Ruth!" He said emphasising her adult name with intent, "I am Marcus and I'm not your puppet," he said his voice filled with anger, "I'm not going to play your fucked up motherhood games Ruth, I mean it!" Ruth laughed gently at him. "Oh Honey, do you think you have a choice here? You're a wanted man, or girl rather. Disguise or not, all that's needed is a deep tissue DNA test to prove who you really are. If you think you can keep yourself safe from ending up in the prison system then be my guest. I mean I don't even know which one you would end up in," She kept her face neutral while she twisted the knife a little more. "Men's or women's it hardly even matters, looking like you do I'm afraid you'll end up someones bite sized chew toy either way," She said with a decent parody of concern. "Hell even if you somehow got sent to juvenile detention instead, you'd still be small fry there too." She smiled down at the former man turned girl child. "I tell you what Marcus, If you really think you can make it out there in the world on your own and not get caught then I'll give you five hundred bucks out of my purse right now for taxis and planes to get to your nearest bolt hole," she said taking out her purse and opening it for Harry to see the green hundred dollar noted within, shocking Marcus with such a hard left turn in the conversation."Harry will be pissed but that would be my problem, not yours. OK?" She waited briefly while Marcus gave his options no matter how outlandish a momentary internal recap. He had fuck all. The gang were out, Kim was out, his Family was out. None of them could be allowed see him like this and none of them could protect him from being caught by the AI augmented police force. He just looked up blinking and wordless at Ruth. Unable to say yes, unwilling to say no. "You have no one else to turn to and nowhere else to go, do you Felicity?" she asked calmly in her best talking to a child voice as she closed her purse and returned it to her bag. The name was like ice water on a bad tooth to Marcus. He grimaced at the sound of it, and took a deep slow breath to try and calm himself. "I'll take that as a no then, but it's really for the best." She smiled down at him maternally, enjoying the small feminised man's stalled attempts to stand his ground. "Just try relaxing and pretending it's all a game of dress-ups. Before you know it, you'll be off the police radar long enough that you can go back to being a big biker boy again. OK Sweetie?" Marcus couldn't take it anymore and exploded. "You fucking psycho bitch you're as bad as that evil cunt Harry!" he screamed at her. "I'm not going to be playing family with you two sick lunatics so you can just get it out of your fucking dense skull Ruth. I'm not your daughter and I never will be. I'm not Felicity. I'm Marcus. I'm a twenty two year old man so you can start fucking treating me like one for fucks sake!" He felt like he was at the end of his rope, and he couldn't take it anymore. But Ruth was unfazed by his outburst and remained calm and unmoved as a rock. A small satisfied smile touched the edges of her mouth as Marcus fired off his fury, spite and anger towards her. 'That'll do nicely,' she thought to herself as she moved on Marcus. "If you think you can talk to me like that, you can think again little Missy," she said walking slowly towards the diminutive retooled Marcus with measured purpose. "You need to learn that your place in the world has changed for now my little one, and I can only think of one proper kind of lesson that might just stick." ***** To Be Continued *****