A young man awakens in a strange room, in a body that he doesn't recognize, that of a young woman's. He is informed by his captor that he is going to be trained to serve her and the clients at her brothel.
BrokenFox
Truth's Purity
Synopsis: A young man awakens in a strange room, in the body of a younger girl. He is scared and confused, and slowly learns why he is there and what plans lay in store for him
Chapter 1
I was floating in oily darkness, feeling it swirl thickly around me as if it were trying to drag me away with it. A strange warmth was embracing me, so hot that it felt like it was burning me away, but it felt nice somehow, as if I was just slipping into a warm bath.
A woman’s voice was calling out something, a name that somehow echoed through the emptiness, but my eyes could only see darkness.
‘Anna…’ it said gently, kindly, and I felt like she was talking to me.
‘I’m not Anna.’ I tried to say but the words wouldn’t leave my mouth and enter the emptiness.
‘Anna.’ The voice said again and the darkness began to fade as if its consistency was being drained away. ‘It’s time to wake up now.’
And suddenly I was awake.
An unfamiliar ceiling greeted me, pure white and devoid of the cracks and dirt that my own ceiling had. Two ridiculously ornate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, fine gold contraptions carved in the shape of a serpent and hanging with shining diamonds.
I stared at them in confusion for a moment as my tired body slowly woke itself and then I sat up. A likewise unfamiliar room greeted me, a room that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a mansion. Gleaming white walls surrounded me, as clean and as well-cared for as the ceiling, and the pale pink carpet beneath looked so soft and squishy that I could only imagine how nice it must feel to walk bare-foot upon it.
Directly in front of me was a large desk with a finely carved wooden chair in front of it, but the desk itself was covered in a white sheet so I couldn’t see what was on it. It seemed to have a mirror built into it and some drawers next to the mirror though, judging from the outline.
A walk-in wardrobe was set into the wall next to me, its white sliding doors slightly open but not enough for me to see inside, and another desk lay on the opposite side of the room, this one smaller and containing some pens and notebooks neatly arrayed along its surface.
I was in a bed, far larger than any I’d ever owned (which I guess isn’t really saying much, considering that I’d been poor for most of my 25 years), seemingly twice the size of a queen sized bed and having an elaborate wooden backing that depicted what seemed to be naked, dancing women.
This was not my room. I’d never seen a room like this in my entire life, let along been in one.
‘Where am I?’ I asked out loud, my voice softer than I expected. A blush lit up my cheeks even though I was alone and I tried to speak again in a deeper voice. ‘Where am I?’ It didn’t make much of a difference and I blushed ever deeper. What was wrong with my voice?
‘This is weird.’ I said as deeply as I could and slipped out of the bed, its heavy sheets reluctantly giving way. I dangled my legs over the side and pushed off, and to my surprise found that I wasn’t as tall as I remembered and tilted face-first towards the ground.
‘Wha-’ I gasped before tumbling onto the carpet, which was as soft and squishy as I’d imagined, so much so that I was barely hurt from the fall. I pushed myself up onto my knees and as my dazed mind staggered about I realised for the first time realised what I was wearing.
A silken pink nightdress was hugging my body, ending half-way up my thighs, and white stockings were covering my legs, ending just above where the nightdress did. The nightdress had a v-neck and short, loose sleeves, and as I ran my hands across the stockings I found them smooth and sheer. I’d never worn stockings before and the feeling was strange but temptingly nice, like someone was constantly caressing my legs.
I was about to pull up the nightdress to see what underwear I was wearing when I realised something. My body wasn’t how it was supposed to be. I was a man in my mid-twenties but my body…it wasn’t right…
My hips were wide and curvy, my waist small, and my chest…my chest…had breasts…
‘Oh my god.’ I whispered as I put my hands to chest, hands that were far smaller and more delicate than they should have been. Through the silk of the nightdress I could feel breasts, my breasts…slightly bigger than my hands and firm but soft. I’d never touched breasts before so I didn’t have a proper frame of reference but…these felt amazing, like warm, squishy balls. I’d described the carpet as being soft and squishy before but that paled in comparison to what my chest felt like…
Warm sparks ran through me as I touched my chest and came together inside my stomach, making me realise that I was starting to become aroused.
‘Ah!’ I tore my hands away from my chest and looked around the room guiltily, but of course there was no one else here. Still, it didn’t feel right to be fondling myself so I resisted the temptation to touch my chest again and instead stood up. I was far shorter than I used to be and I realised that my hair, which had been shoulder-length before, was now straighter and silkier than it had ever been. I touched my face and found that it was as soft and smooth as the rest of my body, my lips especially, and my features seemed delicate and petite.
I needed to see what I looked like, so I hurried over to the desk with the sheet on it, but as I grabbed it I realised something.
There wasn’t a door in this room.
Panic consumed the confusion inside of me and I ran to the nearest wall and put my hands against it, finding that it was as hard and as solid as any other wall. I quickly ran my hand along it and found it completely smooth, and I did so with the other three walls as well. To my horror they were all completely solid with no trace of a door or entrance or anything. Shit!
‘Oh god.’ I gasped, the weirdness of the situation finally hitting me. I’d been in a slight daze before, having just woken up, but now my mind was suddenly alert and full of horrifying thoughts. I was stuck in a room without a door, with a female body dressed in clothes that were undeniably sexual in nature. This was either a weird nightmare or something very bad was going to happen soon.
‘Oh god.’ I gasped again. ‘Hello!? What’s going on!? Let me out!’ The last words I shouted, although my voice was still softer than it should have been. I guess I knew why now. Still, I was able to shout well enough and proceeded to do so. ‘Let me out of here! I don’t know wha-’
CLUNK
I jumped in shock as a section of the wall next to the sheet-covered desk bed slowly slid backwards, then moved to the side just as slowly. Bright light shone into the room and blinded me for a moment, and when I rubbed them clear a woman was standing in front of me. I stared up at her in shocked silence as she smiled down at me, almost twice my height. She was dressed in a black shirt with the first few buttons undone and a black skirt that ended well above her knees. She was well-built and curvy, her clothes designed to emphasize this very well, and her face, framed by a thick stream of black hair, was sharp and beautiful. I couldn’t pinpoint her age but she looked to be in her late-twenties to early-thirties, although that could be completely wrong. She was definitely wearing make-up but it was so well-applied that I could barely tell that it was even there. Her lips were a deep shade of red, her piercing brown eyes dark and smoky, and her skin a healthy shade of pink that darkened around her cheeks. There was a silver stud on her right nostril and two golden hoops hanging from her ears, as well as a plain gold chain around her neck. She was wearing black knee-high boots as well, but they were flat and didn’t add anything to her height. Why was she so tall? Was I just really short?
She smiled silently at me as I stared up at her, letting me sink in her appearance before speaking.
‘Good morning Anna.’ She beamed and moved into the room, the wall sliding back into place behind her. ‘It’s nice to see you finally awake. You’ve been sleeping for almost a month now.’
‘What’s going on?’ I demanded. ‘Where am I?’
‘Yes, this must all be very confusing to you, mustn’t it?’ the woman said gently and walked over to the bed, sat down and patted the spot next to her. ‘Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll explain everything.’
‘I’m fine standing.’
‘I don’t think you are.’ she said and faster than I could react she grabbed my arm and pulled me over, shoved me onto the bed and sat back down next to me. ‘There, that’s better, isn’t it?’
‘Wha-’ I gasped and tried to stand up but she put a hand on my shoulder and easily held me back down.
‘It’s not wise to disobey me.’ She said, still smiling. ‘I’m much stronger than you and I promise that I’m not afraid to use force when necessary.’
‘Who are you?’ I asked, somewhat meekly as her hand was still holding down on my shoulder.
‘I’m the owner of this place and everything in it. Including you, little girl, which makes you my property.’ I opened my mouth to protest to that but she spoke over me. ‘My name is Laine but you will refer to me as Master, Owner or Mistress. We’ll figure out which one suits you better later.’
‘W-what?’ I wasn’t sure I’d heard her correctly. ‘I’m your property?’
‘Yes!’ she beamed. ‘You are. I own you so you’re mine.’
‘You don’t own me!’
‘Yes I do.’ She said and her eyes winded gleefully. ‘You’re in my Mansion now and I own all of the girls here.’
‘I’m not a girl!’
‘Yes, you are. I made sure of that.’ Laine grinned and stared at my lap. ‘Except for your cock, of course. That’s the main selling point after all.’
‘What do you mean?’ I demanded, pushing my legs together uncomfortably. What the hell?
‘I’m a collector.’ Laine said and pulled me over to her. I tried to push away but her grip was too tough and she kissed me on the top of the head. ‘And I collected you, munchkin. I find lonely, isolated young adults whom nobody will miss and I take them here and “fix” them.’
‘You didn’t fix me, you turned me into a girl!’
‘That’s fixing.’ she beamed. ‘And I have to say, you’re the cutest looking product I’ve ever made. I can’t believe that you’re twenty-one; you look like you’re barely an adult. You’re going to make me a lot of money.’
I swallowed nervously. ‘Make you a lot of money?’
‘Of course.’ she leant in closer and whispered in my ear. ‘Men love playing with little girls.’
‘No!’ I cried and tried to escape from her grasp. ‘Let me go!’ To my surprise she did so, just as I was pulling away from her with all my strength, so I flew forward and squashed onto the pink carpet, which once again absorbed most of the impact.
Laine laughed and knelt down in front of me. ‘You don’t have to panic, you’re going to love it here. Eventually. It’ll be a long time, maybe even half a year, before any men get to use you anyway so you can relax about that. You need to be trained first, and I’m guessing that that’s going to take a while. You’ve got a lot of spirit.’
I crawled onto my knees and stared up at her, and to my shame my voice wavered as I spoke. ‘Why are you doing this to me?’
‘Well, it’d be dishonest if I didn’t say that the financial incentive wasn’t a motivator.’ She smiled. ‘But it’s only the smallest of positives in this case. I enjoy creating and training new girls, especially strong-willed ones, and especially cute little ones like you. I love having new pets and you are going to be the prize of my collection.’
‘I’m not a pet! You don’t own me.’
‘I think you’ll find over the coming few months that you’re wrong.’ She smirked. ‘I do own you, and you are my pet. My slave. My toy and my doll. You are mine, from your tiny little feet to your cute little nose. Every single part of you belongs to me.’
And before I could react she grabbed my shoulders and kissed me. Softly at first, and then her tongue slipped into my mouth and caressed my own tongue. Beautiful, burning lighting shot through my body and for a moment I was lost in the sensation of kissing this beautiful woman, of her soft tongue running over mine and her lips pushing against my own. Then I snapped back to my senses and jerked my head away, anger rushing in and tearing away the pleasure. ‘What are you doing?’
‘What are you doing?’ Lain asked with a grin. ‘You loved that feeling, didn’t you? Why would you break it off? Your body’s aching for me.’
‘N-no it isn’t!’ I lied shakily, wiping my mouth.
‘Really.’ She said softly and put her hand on the side of my thigh, then moved it slowly to the middle. I gasped as her hand caressed my penis, which I hadn’t even realised was starting to become erect. She ginned at me and the gently squeezed it, sending small sparks of pleasure through it and making me gasp even more. ‘See? You’re so sensitive. You love it.’
‘Get off me!’ I cried and threw myself away from her. ‘This isn’t right! It’s messed up! Why are you doing this?’
‘I already told you why.’ Laine said and stood up. ‘And I’ve been lenient today because you just woke up, but tomorrow I’m going to be far stricter. Your body belongs to me and I expect to be allowed to do what I want with it without objection.’
‘That’s not going to happen.’ I said, my breathing still shaky and my body burning.
Lain grinned widely. ‘We’ll see. I suggest you get some rest, for the next few days are going to be some of the hardest for you. Unfortunately you’ve woken up at a rather busy time, but from tomorrow onwards I’ll clear my schedule and we can start our session and get to know one another better. I’ll see you tomorrow, Anna.’
‘That’s not my name! It’s Da-’
‘Goodnight Anna.’ Laine said over me and the wall opened up again. I considered trying to run for it but knew it was pointless. ‘I’ll send someone over with some food later.’
And then she was gone, leaving me alone with a mess of unpleasant emotions.
Chapter 2
It was about an hour before I got up. I kept going over and over Laine’s words in my mind, trying to somehow convince myself that I’d misunderstood what she’d said. This was harder than it should have been because I couldn’t ignore how good it’d felt when she’d kissed me and touched my penis. I was a virgin and having a beautiful woman like Laine do those kinds of things to me was far beyond anything I’d ever imagined. If I’d been in my old body then I’d no doubt be ecstatic, but as it was I was just scared and confused.
She thought that she owned me! And she was going to sell me to men to have sex with, like a prostitute, against my will, so she could make money. Fuck!
The thought of having sex with men made me feel sick, even if it was in a consensual situation. I found penises abhorrent and men’s bodies thick and hairy and just…just unpleasant. The thought of having them forced onto me, of having a penis shoved into my mouth…
I gagged slightly and whimpered, trying to fight off the disgusting image that appeared in my head. I hadn’t even liked my body back when I’d been a man, I’d found it kind of gross and embarrassing, especially my penis, so I could barely ima-
No! No! I was still a man! This body could be fixed. If she could shrink my body and change it into a girl’s then she could change it back. I just had to find a way out of here and contact the police, get them to arrest her and undo what she’d done. This was obviously illegal! Surely someone would notice that I’d disappeared soon and contact them anyway, right?
Right?
…no. Probably not…
I’d never been on good terms with my parents and had left home as soon as I finished school, moving away from the family farm and into a single apartment in the city. I’d had no real friends at school, none that I wanted to keep in contact with anyway, and I’d made no new ones when I spent four years studying accounting. I’d tried, but I hadn’t been able to make any real connections with anyone and by the time the first year had ended everyone had formed their own little social groups that I couldn’t penetrate.
And then when I’d finished studying and gotten a job I’d become even more isolated. I spent all my time alone at my cubicle running through numbers and peoples personal money records, which I gave to my boss who barely acknowledged me and who saw all of the clients. I was like a ghost.
I guess maybe my landlord would notice when I didn’t pay my rent on time, but I hadn’t seen them since I’d first moved into my tiny apartment and that had been years ago. When she realised I wasn’t living there anymore she’d probably sell all my things after a few months and get someone new in. Same as my boss. He’d hire someone else to do my job when I stopped turning up for work. Nobody would miss me. In a year nobody would even remember me.
I was alone. Not even my own parents would miss me, because I hadn’t contacted them in years. They didn’t even know where I lived.
Pain welled up inside me and to my shame and shame I began to cry, hot tears streaming down my face. I’d always known that I was alone but I’d ignored it, said I didn’t care and just spent all my time when not working playing video games and watching movies, occasionally buying a ton of books and comics when the mood struck me. But I’d never done anything with anyone else. Never hung out with friends, never spent a holiday with my family, never gone out on a date…
There was never anyone I even cared enough about to want to do those things with…
All of these thoughts smashed into me like and truck and I cried for what felt like an eternity, eventually sobbing so hard that I couldn’t even remember what I was crying about, I was just crying.
It must have been so easy for Laine to kidnap me. She must have been overjoyed when she’d found out about me, finding someone so pathetic and lonely whom no one would miss. I’d made myself the perfect target. She probably felt like she’d won the lottery.
Deep, painful sobs wracked my entire body and I fell onto my side, the energy draining from my body. I tried to get control of myself but I hadn’t cried since I was a child and wasn’t used to it, so the very act of sobbing made me sob even harder. It was a strange, alien feeling and for a while I lost myself in it, just crying because I was crying.
I don’t know how long I lay there sobbing but it felt like hours had gone by before I finally managed to get control of myself. My eyes and throat hurt and my nose was blocked, but the pain in my chest had subsided somewhat and I actually felt a bit better. I pushed myself up and rubbed my eyes, smearing tears all over my face. I sniffled and rubbed my entire face until it felt like it was completely dry, then decided that it was time that I saw what was under the blanket covering the front desk. I staggered to my feet and tottered over, tugging the sheet off of it. It was harder than I thought and it took me a few tugs before I managed to pull it off completely, and when I had I wished that I’d just left it there.
The desk was covered in make-up items, from different shades of foundation, rows of lipstick, mascara, different sized brushes, eye liner and other things I didn’t recognize, right down to nail polish. There were a few fancy-looking bottles of perfume lined up along each side as well, and they gave of a mixed scent that made even my blocked nose twitch. The centre of the desk was kept clear of the make-up and instead there were some magazines and books there, which were all, upon closer inspection, guides on how to apply make-up.
The mirror was large, over half my size, and circular with cute fairies emblazoned on either side of it. There were cupboards set on each side and when I opened them I found them full of hair accessories, headbands and hairclips and…other things that I didn’t recognize. Underneath the cupboards there were a couple of draws on each side, the right one full of bracelets and earrings and rings, and the left one with necklaces, brooches and, once again, things that I didn’t recognize. I’d never had much experience with…girl stuff, I guess. Whatever you’d call all of this.
On top of the make-up guides was a small note, folded up onto itself and had “Anna” written on top. I reached for it but my reflection caught my eye and I froze, an unfamiliar face looking back at me. I don’t know why I was so surprised, I’d been expecting to not recognize myself, but the girls face in the mirror somehow completely threw me off balance. I guess knowing I looked like a girl and actually seeing it where two different things, and…
If I was honest, I hadn’t been the most attractive man. I wouldn’t go so far as to call myself ugly, but I definitely wasn’t attractive. I had been slightly overweight, my skin was blotchy and pallid, my short black hair stringy and messy, and my face had just been bland. My jawline was weak, my nose overlarge, my eyes small and watery-blue, wrinkles had already appeared on my forehead due to me frowning so much and wispy facial hair lined my chin and upper lip.
So I expected that I wasn’t very attractive even as a girl, which had made most of what Laine was saying all the more confusing. Sure my body was…kind of stupidly amazing…and when I’d felt my face it had felt different but it couldn’t be that different, could it?
But I was wrong, of course. Laine had somehow changed my body shape and size, so why wouldn’t she have been able to change my facial structure as well?
What had once been a kind of unfocused, masculine mess was now a petite, perfectly-feminine portrait of beauty that made me wonder for a moment if I wasn’t staring at a finely-made portrait. My eyes were large, a deep ocean blue and ringed by long, dark eyelashes, and my plump lips were a gentle shade of pink. My cheekbones were high and defined, but not so high that they made me look fully mature, and my complexion was porcelain-white with some pinkness in my cheeks. My nose was small and delicate, although it was a bit red from all of the crying I’d done. Strangely though, my eyes seemed fine beyond being a little wet. That was weird.
There was a youthfulness about my face that made me remember Laine saying that I barely looked like I was an adult, despite my age, and my flowing black hair emphasized this dramatically. I’d seen girls in their twenties that looked like they were in their early teens and a small part of me had always wondered if they’d been lying, but now I knew they weren’t. The way my face looked now, it’d be years and years before I’d be able to buy alcohol and cigarettes without ID. Which was actually a common complaint I’d heard from some of the girls at University, now that I thought about it.
I stared at myself long enough to start to feel uncomfortable and then turned away. Painful and confusing feelings were rising inside of me but I was too numb after having just cried to acknowledge them, so after a moment they sunk back down into nothingness and I let out a sigh of relief. I was going to have to avoid looking at myself from now on. Those feelings were…
Not good. At all.
To distract myself from the mirror, I grabbed the letter and opened it. I looked at the bottom before reading to confirm that it was indeed written by Laine, in neat, looping handwriting that I had a little bit of trouble reading.
“I bought all of these brand new just for you, my beautiful new baby girl. You can look at them but don’t try anything on yet! I want to be with you for your fist time! <3 You’re eventually going to be an expert on putting on make-up and doing your hair, but for the moment just leave it all in my hands. I’m going to turn you into the cutest, sexist girl you’ve ever seen!
You should check the wardrobe as well if you haven’t. It took me a while but I managed to buy some fantastic outfits that’ll show off your body, and some cute little things as well. And a whole bunch of cute panties and bras too, of course!
Don’t worry about what’s in the top shelves that you can’t reach though. You’ll find out what’s in there soon enough ;)
Love,
Laine.”
I put the note back down, confused. Did she think I’d actually be excited about this and want to try on the make-up and play with my hair? Or the clothes that she’d bought? What kind of person did she think I was?
She’d sounded different in the letter too, brighter and friendlier. She’d said she was busy today and that I’d woken up at a bad time. Maybe she was in a bad mood and we’d gotten off on the wrong foot or something?
I had to admit though, that there was something about the note and the excitement in it that did make me…kind of happy. I didn’t remember the last time anyone had been excited to be around me and help me with stuff. After just having cried for what felt like hours about being alone and nobody liking me it did make me feel a little better, even though it shouldn’t.
The fact that Laine was an insane kidnapper did dampen the happiness factor quite dramatically though, as well as the fact that she was excited about making me look cute and sexy.
Urgh.
I walked over to the wardrobe, my curiosity about what was in there getting the better of me, but before I could reach it I heard the strange metal clunk and the wall began sliding open.
Chapter 3
It wasn’t Laine that entered the room though, but a girl a couple of heads taller than me, wearing a neat maid’s uniform and carrying a tray in front of her. She had a pretty face and thick blonde hair that fell just past her shoulders, and was kept out of her face by a black headband. She didn’t look like she was much older than I was, but that didn’t really mean much to me anymore. She could have been fifty for all I knew.
Her clothes were more modest and practical than I expected for a place like this. The black bodice of the uniform was tight and did show off her rather generous chest and wide hips, but it had sleeves and the v-neckline wasn’t as deep as it could have been. The flowy skirt did end just above the knees but it was thick and had a layer of frilly white underneath. Her legs were dressed in knee-length white socks that had a black bow at the top and she wore shiny black Mary-Jane shoes. She was wearing arm-length silken white gloves though, which real maids most likely didn’t wear.
It was cute more than it was sexual, and I could even see a large white silken bow peeking out from the back of the bodice. A white apron was wrapped around her waist and a spray bottle was poking out, as well as some white rags.
There was a black collar around her neck, with a silver plate at the front that had “Tegan” engraved in a large gold print. I took a wild guess that Tegan might perhaps be her name.
‘Afternoon.’ She said casually, coming into the room as the door slid shut behind her. I wondered how that worked, if the wall had a sensor or there was a button on the other side or something. Was there a button in here somewhere that made it open? I hadn’t been watching Laine as she’d left, she could have pressed something to make it open and I wouldn’t have noticed. ‘I’ve brought you your meal for the day.’
‘Oh!’ I stared at the tray intently, realising that I was quite hungry. To my dismay there was only a large bowl with what looked to be porridge, a mug and two pieces of buttered bread. Not at all like what I normally ate, which usually consisted of pizza and roast chicken with potatoes drenched in gravy.
‘Don’t look so sad.’ The girl smiled as my face fell. Her eyes were a dark green and shone when she smiled. ‘It tastes much better than it looks, trust me.’
‘Ah…’ I doubted that.
‘My name’s Tegan, by the way.’ She said and curtseyed, somehow managing to keep the tray steady as she did so. ‘I’m going to be looking after you in between your sessions with Master. It’s nice to meet you, Anna.’
‘I’m Da-’ I began but Tegan spoke over me.
‘Anna.’ Tegan corrected me with a raised eyebrow.
‘Da-’
‘Anna.’ She repeated and I glared at her.
‘No! I’m Dav-’
‘If you try and say your old name one more time then I’m going to leave, and you’ll spend the night hungry.’ Tegan said and stared flatly at me. I stared back and wondered if it was worth being called Anna just so I could eat.
I decided that it wasn’t.
‘Fine.’ I said and crossed my arms. ‘I don’t want to eat that crap anyway.’
Tegan stared at me for a moment and then sighed, putting the tray on the ground and walking over to me. She was wearing a rather sweet smelling perfume that reminded me of peaches, although that could have just been because of how hungry I was. ‘Don’t be like that Anna. I know everything’s new and confusing at the moment but it’ll get better.’
‘It’s not confusing! It’s weird and scary and creepy!’ I cried, anger churning inside of me. ‘How can you work here? That woman kidnapped me and turned me…she made me like this! Look at me! I’m not a girl!’
‘Yes you are.’
‘No I’m not!’ I shouted furiously. ‘Do you know what she did to me? She kidnapped me and…and I don’t know, she operated on me or something and turned me into a girl!’
‘I know.’
‘And she says she owns me!’
‘She owns all of the girls in here. Including me.’
‘She doesn’t own me!’
‘Yes she does. You’ll realise that eventually.’
‘I won’t! I’m going to get out of her and call the police and they’re going to arrest all of you!’
Tegan laughed at that, a deep, delighted laugh that just pissed me off more. ‘Ohh…you’re so cute, you know. I forgot how naive you little ones can be.’
‘I’m not little!’
‘I think your height would beg to differ.’
‘It! It…’ I glared at her, unable to argue with that. ‘W-well, I’m not naive.’
‘Yes you are. Look, just calm down for a moment sweetie. Let’s talk for a bit.’ She pulled out the chair from the desk I’d just been at and sat down. ‘I expect Master didn’t really explain all that much to you, huh?’
‘You call Laine Master?’
‘Yes, I do.’ She said without a hint of embarrassment. ‘Now, what did she tell you about this place? This mansion?’
‘She said…’ I frowned, trying to think back to what she’d actually said about it. ‘Well, she said she was going to train me to have sex with men!’
‘So you think this place is a brothel?’ Tegan said as she crossed her legs, putting an elbow on then and resting her face in her hand. She was looking at me with a kind of pitying expression that made me angry and embarrassed at the same time, so I crossed my arms and looked to the side of the room.
‘It is a brothel, isn’t it?’
‘Some of the services we provide here would fall under that category, yes. When you’re trained and ready, men will pay to have sex with you, like what happens with most of the other girls here.’
‘Do they pay to have sex with you too?’ I asked, turning around to face her. Maybe she didn’t like it here and was just pretending to, and we could potentially escape together? A small hope began to rise inside of me.
‘Yes. Men pay to have sex with me.’ There wasn’t any hint of emotion in her answer.
‘Are you like me? Were you a boy before?’
‘No. I was born a girl.’ She said and smiled slightly. ‘I was…I don’t like saying I was kidnapped because I’m so much happier here than I ever was out there, but…yes, I was taken from my home and brought here, and trained by Master.’
‘And you’re happy here? Being forced to have sex with men?’
‘Yes, I am. But make no mistake; I’m not being forced to do anything.’ She said and looked seriously at me. ‘I was at first. I was like you, which isn’t rare. The people Master chooses never accept this life willingly, although some hold out longer than others. It took me nearly a year before I was finally able to accept everything, and even then it was almost a year after that before I felt fully comfortable here.’
‘But…then you’ve just got Stockholm’s syndrome or something!’
‘No.’ she said and laughed in the same delighted way as before. ‘No. Master chose us. She didn’t just grab random people off the street or go to another brothel and get clients there, she chose us. Do you understand?’
‘No! Why didn’t she just get people from a brothel then? Or put up an ad on the internet or something? I bet there’s heaps of people who would want this kind of life!’
‘There are, yes. But Master prefers to train virgins who’ve never had a sexual encounter before. She finds it more fun. And yes!’ she said loudly as I began to protest. ‘She could have probably found a virgin who’d agree to this kind of life, but she doesn’t want them. She chose us for-’
‘I know she chose us!’ I cried, getting tired of this. ‘I don’t understand why you’re telling me all of this! It makes no sense!’
‘She chose us,’ Tegan continued as if I hadn’t spoken, ‘for a few reasons. One of them is that, yes, she does enjoy mentally breaking people and forcing them to accept the lifestyle that she forces upon them, and obviously people who want this kind of life won’t bring her any pleasure.’
‘That’s messed up.’ I muttered.
‘It would be, if it wasn’t for the fact that she only chooses people that she knows are going to fully accept this life and find happiness through it. She doesn’t choose people who’ll continually try to escape and can never be trusted, or people who’ll be broken so badly that they’ll try to kill themselves over and over until they succeed, or people they will just resist for the rest of their lives. She chose us, because deep down, we truly want this life.’
‘What.’ I snorted. ‘That’s bullshit. I don’t want this!’
‘I used to think it was bullshit too.’ Tegan said gently. ‘But I ended up embracing this life, and all of the girls that Laine has chosen over the years have as well.’
‘How could she possibly know that this is what I want?’
‘Because she studied you for a year, like she studies everyone she chooses. And she found out this was what you wanted, even if you can’t admit it.’
‘She studied me?’ I frowned. ‘What do you mean?’
‘She has people who followed you around and observed you and your movements for a year, maybe longer. They watched you work, broke into your house and put cameras in there to watch you while you were alone, followed you when you went shopping, when you went to the library, to various restaurants, wherever. They went through all your things when you weren’t at home too, scoured through your computer and your laptop to get to know you better. Your search history, your emails, your journal, everything on it. We’ve even got your medical records.’
I stared at her in silence for a while, processing that. ‘I would have noticed if that was true.’
‘It is true, and you didn’t notice.’ Tegan said matter-of-factly. ‘The people Laine hires to do this kind of thing are amazing. It sounds pretty boring to me, studying the life of someone you’ve never met and analysing their every move, but they apparently find it really interesting. So they’re very careful not to get caught and have their fun ruined.’
‘Good for them.’ I scowled. ‘I don’t believe it though.’
‘I read your file before I was assigned to you today, you know.’ Tegan said after a moment and looked me dead in the eye. ‘Everyone has a file here, and I studied up on you before I came. I know that your last name is West, that you grew up on a farm and hated every moment of it, and that as soon as you could you left and moved as far away from it as you could afford, a tiny little apartment in the CBD, where you’ve lived for the last seven years. It’s across from a KFC that you frequent every Friday night. You buy six wicked wings with gravy and take it back home to eat, alone, while you watch your favourite Twitch streamer play through various games, most recently Super Metroid, which you’d been enjoying quite a bit. There’s a cat that you like to hang out with at night too, a small black and white one that you sit with in your backyard and talk to, telling it that it’s your only friend an-’
‘Stop!’ I shouted, feeling sick and ashamed. Everything she was saying was true, which meant that I had been followed, and studied and analysed and…and violated…by a group of stranger. ‘Uhm…but…but what was…so what? I never did anything that would make Laine think I wanted to be in a place like this! I’ve never wanted anything like this! I…what would make her think that…what…’
‘I don’t know.’ Tegan shrugged. ‘Maybe it was the kind of porn you watched and t-’
‘I don’t watch porn!’ I shrieked, suddenly snapping. ‘I don’t care about sex! I’ve never even masturbated! I’ve never once thoug-’
‘You’ve got a hentai bookmarked on your computer that you used to read every few weeks, about a boy who was kidnapped and forced to dress as a girl, and was eventually forced into prostitution. It was a Trap manga, if I recall, and t-’
‘That…that…I just…’ I gasped, breathing heavily. I’d forgotten about that. ‘I haven’t looked at that in years! I certainly never…never touched myself while reading it! Just because I found it interesting doesn’t mean that I wanted this.’
‘You didn’t find it more than interesting?’
‘No!’ I snapped, my stomach churning. ‘I…maybe just once…wished that maybe it’d have been nice to be forced to be a girl and have sex with a man, but that was years ago! How would Laine even know about that? And I felt so disgusting about having thought about that, that I never read it again!’
‘You never deleted the bookmark though.’
‘I never opened it though!’
‘There’s nothing to be ashamed about.’ Tegan said calmly.
‘Yes there is!’ I shouted, my eyes starting to water. ‘Yes there is! It’s wrong! And I don’t feel like that anymore!’
‘I think that if that were true then you wouldn’t be here.’
‘You don’t know anything!’ I hissed, wiping my eyes. ‘This is all so fucked up…because I looked at some stupid comic years ago and thought for a few seconds that it’d be nice to have happen to me, I get kidnapped and turned into a girl? It’s stupid!’
Tegan got up to sit beside me, and to my surprise put her arm around my shoulders and pulled me against her. I almost pulled away but she’d been much kinder to me that Laine had, and right now I was in desperate need of non-sexual human contact. ‘I’m sure that’s not the only reason, but look at how upset you’ve become just because of it. Surely it’s got something to do with all of this, yes?’
I sniffed and looked up at her. ‘I don’t want this. I really don’t! Not even deep down.’
‘Then it’s hidden deep, deep, deep, deep down.’ Tegan smiled down at me. ‘And Master will help you find it, and then you can become truly happy. Happier than most people ever get to be.’
‘No.’ I shook my head weakly, feeling exhausted. ‘That won’t happen. I won’t be happy like this.’
‘You will. Trust me. I know you will. Just like me.’ She gently wiped away some of my tears. ‘It’s going to take a while and it’s not going to be pleasant, but it’ll all be worth it in the end. When you finally accept your place here then you’ll wonder why you ever fought so hard against it.’
I sniffed and she handed me a tissue from her apron, which I gratefully accepted. ‘Thankyou.’
‘You’re welcome.’ She smiled and patted me on the head. ‘Now, I want to continue on with what I was talking about before, but first you need to eat. I’ll forgive you for arguing with me, but only this once, okay?’
‘Okay.’ I nodded, my hunger rearing up again. ‘I’m sorry I was…mean to you before. You’re really nice, nicer than I thought you would be.’
‘Thankyou!’ Tegan beamed as she went over to the tray and picked it back up. ‘You weren’t exactly mean though, just angry. I’m certainly not going to hold it against you, I was a monster on my first night here. I was screaming and shouting at the walls and I tried to punch Laine when I first met her. And when the girl who was assigned as my maid came in I nearly broke her nose throwing the tray of food at her.’
‘Really?’ I asked in awe and Tegan laughed.
‘Yeah. I was freakin’ furious for the first couple of weeks. I trashed my room and wrote “Fuck you cunts” all over the walls in eye liner and tried to burn all of my clothes. They had to restrain me most of the time, and I screamed and snarled all the way through it.’
‘Wow.’ I wondered why I wasn’t that angry. I was more sad and confused than angry. I’d never been an angry person, even when I was a teenager. The thought of throwing something at someone made me nervous and breaking things that didn’t belong to me just felt wrong.
Maybe I’d feel different tomorrow, after Laine’s first ‘session’.
Truth's Purity
Synopsis: A young man awakens in a strange room, in the body of a younger girl. He is scared and confused, and slowly learns why he is there and what plans lay in store for him. He meets a young woman who
Chapter 4
‘Hey, stop spacing out.’ Tegan said and I realised she’d gone over to the other desk and placed the tray there. ‘Time to eat!’
I hurried over and she pulled the seat out for me to sit on, and then pushed it back in once I was on. ‘Oh, you don’t have to do that.’
‘It’s part of my job.’ She smiled at my blushing face. ‘I’m your maid for the next couple of months or year, however long it takes for you not to need me anymore.’
‘What do you mean, for me to not need you anymore?’ I asked, for a moment distracted from the strangely sweet scent emanating from the bowl in front of me.
‘Well, we can’t trust you to go to the kitchen and get your own food, can we?’ Tegan said as she put a spoon in my hand. ‘You’d try to escape, so I have to bring you your food. And take you to the bathroom when you need to, and the shower, and clean up your room and your clothes and all of that.’
‘I’m going to be stuck in this room the whole time!?’
Tegan shook her head. ‘You’ll spend a lot of your time in here, but Master’s going to take you to some of the training rooms and you’ll probably spend some time with the other girls to learn from them. If you’re lucky you might even get to stay in Master’s room for a while.’
‘But I won’t be able to choose where I want to go? I won’t be able to move about freely?’
‘Of course not. I just explained that, didn’t I?’
‘Yeah but…’ I said and then frowned, wondering why I was surprised by that. Did I really expect anything else? If I had free roam of this place then I’d definitely be trying to find a way to escape.
‘Come on. Eat.’ Tegan said and tapped the tray. ‘I don’t want it to go cold before you finish it.’
I nodded and dipped the spoon into the porridge, which was brown with white and black swirls. It was lighter than I imagined, almost liquidly, and I had to be careful not to spill it when I lifted it to my mouth. I expected it to taste horrible despite how nice it smelt, but to my immense surprise I found that it was delicious. It tasted slightly sweet but had a…chicken-ish flavour, I guess, and there was a hint of spices in it as well.
‘Mmm!’ I looked up at Alexis after swallowing. ‘What is this?’
‘A special soup just for you.’ Tegan beamed. ‘Chicken’s your favourite food, isn’t it? Well, this has chicken stock in it, amongst other things.’
‘You…Laine made me something with my favourite food in it?’
‘Of course. She’s not a horrible monster, you know.’ Tegan said and put a hand on my shoulder. ‘She really does care about you. She loves all of her pets, and soon enough you’ll love her too.’ I didn’t reply to that and instead ate some more of the soup, so Tegan continued. ‘This mansion is much more than a brothel, Anna. We’re all a family here, Master and her toys. This is our home, our sanctuary away from the world. Yes, we have sex with men for money, and there is a bar here where some of us dance and strip, but that’s only half of our lives. I enjoy working here as a maid, helping girls like you. It makes me happy, helping you through the difficult start that we’ve all experienced. And some of us enjoy bartending at the bar below, or waitressing there, or cleaning the house, or working in the kitchen or-’
‘That’s all work though. You’re either having sex or working.’
‘If you enjoy your work then it’s not work.’ Tegan grinned, but tilted her head. ‘It can get tiring sometimes though, but we all support each other.’
‘How many other girls are here?’
‘Twelve or thirteen.’ Tegan said after thinking about it for a moment. ‘And there are some actual staff here too, who run the main kitchen and organise the service rooms and clean the training areas.’
‘How many of the girls are like me?’
‘You’re the third.’ Tegan said immediately. ‘It’s not too easy for Master to find people like you for some reason, and apparently it’s really expensive too. You’re quite the investment, you know. And you’ve come out perfectly. Master has been very excited about starting work with you.’
‘I came out perfectly? What does that mean?’
‘It means that you’re small, have a fantastic body and a beautiful face.’ Tegan said. ‘You look like you were born a girl and you have a fully-functioning and sensitive cock on top of that.’ I blushed furiously and once again clamped my legs together. ‘Don’t be embarrassed! Your special, you should be glad. Some of the girls here would kill to look as good as you do. You’re going to be ridiculously popular with the men here.’
‘I don’t want to be popular with them!’
Tegan began to say something but changed her mind and sighed. ‘Even so. You look beautiful, and you’re really cute as well. Surely you can be happy about that?’
‘It’s better than being unattractive, I guess.’
‘You’re far from unattractive. You’re stunning.’ Tegan said and I smiled at her, then blinked and turned back to the soup, hoping she hadn’t noticed. A small bubble of happiness had risen inside me when she’d complimented how I looked. Nobody had ever done that before, said I actually looked good.
I quickly finished off the soup and went to grab the mug, but Tegan grabbed my arm before I could. ‘Drink that slowly, okay? It’s probably still hot, and the mug might be as well.’
‘What is it?’ I asked as I gingerly touched the mug and found that it was indeed quite hot, despite having been left alone for so long. The insides were a murky brownish-grey that didn’t at all look appealing.
‘Well, I’m not sure what’s in it exactly, but it’ll be a mix of different drugs and stuff that your body needs to stay healthy. All of us have our own different cocktail that we have with our meals.’
‘There are drugs in here?’ I asked warily.
‘Well, not drugs like meth or something. Medication. Like, one of the girls here has a weak immune system so she her cocktail has the required meds in it to keep it strong.’
‘What’s in yours?’
‘That’s a pretty personal question.’ Tegan said with a raised eyebrow.
‘Oh! I-sorry! I didn’t realise…’
‘It’s okay.’ She laughed. ‘There’s nothing specific in mine anyway, just general vitamins and the like to keep me healthy and energised.’
I sniffed at the mug, but it just smelt hot. I sipped at it and a sour, grassy taste ran through my tastebuds ‘Eww! It’s really gross!’
‘Yeah, it never tastes good.’ Tegan said, laughing at the expression on my face. ‘You’ll get used to it after a couple of months though. Probably.’
‘I don’t want to drink it.’ I said and put the mug down, wiping my mouth. ‘It’ll make me throw up.’
‘You have to drink it.’ Tegan said seriously. ‘You’re going to want to be feeling your best for tomorrow and it’s going to help with that immensely.’
I bit my bottom lip and stared at her. ‘Can’t I drink it in the morning?’
‘You need to have it every morning and night. You’ll get another one in the morning but it takes a couple of hours for the body to digest it, so that one won’t do you any good for a while.’
‘What happens if I don’t drink it?’ I asked and Laine frowned at me.
‘You’re going to drink it, willingly or I’ll have to force it down your throat.’ She said flatly. ‘And I don’t think you want me to do that, do you?’
I stared at her, growing cold. For a moment I’d forgotten the situation I was in. Tegan had a friendly, casual attitude about her that’d made me drop my guard, but the reality of the situation came crashing back. ‘O-okay.’
‘Good girl.’ She said, her smile returning. I lifted the mug back up and took another sip, winced and then gulped all of it down, which turned out to be a mistake. I coughed as it went down and spilt quite a bit it over me, and when I tried to apologize I began coughing even more. The disgusting flavour permeated my mouth and throat and I gagged, but thankfully nothing came out.
Tegan gently turned me around and wiped my face with a cloth, then my chest and lap where I’d coughed up the liquid. There were large wet patches all over the nightdress, but they weren’t painfully hot.
‘Easy, easy. It’ll take a while for you to get used to it, but you did good! I’m proud of you!’ I blushed as she said that, and even more so when she patted me on the head. ‘Ohh, you like being praised do you? That’s good.’
I frowned at that but ignored it and got out of the chair to look down at the nightdress, which was splattered with the ‘cocktail’ I’d coughed up. Despite Tegan trying to clean it, it was still wet and felt cold and uncomfortable, especially around my stomach and chest where most of it had splattered. The fact that it wasn’t water but some gross mix of drugs made the splotches feel even more uncomfortable.
‘I need to change into something else.’ I said awkwardly, not sure if that was okay. To my relief Tegan nodded and went over to the wardrobe. I padded after her curiously, remembering Laine’s letter.
‘Wow.’ Tegan said as she pulled the door all the way open and stepped inside, the wardrobe lighting up automatically. ‘This is impressive!’
I followed her inside and my breath caught. The inside of the wardrobe was gigantic, probably the size of my old bedroom, and every inch of it was full of articles of clothing. A mirror the size of Laine was sent into the back centre of the room, and on either side of it were rows of clothing stretching all the way to the walls, and above them was another row of clothing. The bottom row was mainly skirts and a few pants and shirts, while the top row had what looked to be suits and dresses, although I couldn’t see them too well. There was a small step underneath the clothes where shoes were set, mainly high heels but a few basic shoes as well. There was a second story to the wardrobe, but its sliding black doors were closed and I wasn’t anywhere near tall enough to open them. I couldn’t even imagine what was in there.
The whole wardrobe smelt nice too, strangely enough. Kind of like a garden full of flowers on a hot summers day.
‘Look, there’s a maid outfit like mine here.’ Tegan said, going through the top rack. ‘And there’s a bartending outfit here too! Aww! You’d look so cute in it behind the bar serving drinks.’
That didn’t sound so bad. ‘I wouldn’t mind bartending.’
‘You’d probably enjoy it. You get to spend a lot of time with Yani and she’s awesome, one of my favourite girls here.’
‘Who’s Yani?’ I asked, walking over and the right side of the wardrobe, which was basically a gigantic cupboard. I opened a few drawers and found them full of underwear, all neatly folded and mainly black, pink or white.
‘She owns the bar. Or rather, Master put her in charge of it. The same thing really.’ Tegan said as she continued to peruse through the clothes.
‘There are so many clothes in here.’ I said, closing a draw full of bras and opening another one full of panties. ‘Laine really bought all of these brand new for me?’
‘I told you, she invested a lot into you.’ Tegan went over to the other side of the wardrobe where another gigantic cupboard was and began going through it. ‘She buys all of us new clothes when she chooses us, but this wardrobe and your room are much larger than normal. Hell, my wardrobe isn’t a walk-in one.’
I felt guilty for some reason and grimaced. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘Why?’ Tegan laughed. ‘I’m not jealous, don’t worry. I only really use my room to sleep, and I’ve got more than enough clothes to be getting on with.’ I went over to where she was and found that the cupboard she was investigating had some clean nightdresses in it, and she pulled one out and held it up. It was pretty much a black version of the one I was wearing, only there was white lace at the bottom and the silk looked a bit thicker. ‘How about this one?’
‘Is there, like, just pyjamas? Like shirts and pants and stuff?’ I asked hopefully.
‘You should know the answer to that by now.’ Tegan said and closed the drawer with the nightdresses. ‘Now come on, let’s get you out of your nightdress and into this one.’
‘Ah! No, I’ll be okay, thankyou.’ I said quickly, taking the nightdress from her and backing away.
‘Alright then.’ She went past me and to the other cupboard, where she grabbed a white pair of panties with a little love-heart on the band and some fresh white stockings. ‘Put these on as well.’
I stared at her for a while until I realised she wasn’t going to leave. ‘Are you really going to watch me change?’
‘Yes. I am.’
‘I can’t change while you’re watching.’
She sighed. ‘Really?’
‘Yes really!’
‘You’re way too shy, Anna. I told you, your body is beautiful. You have nothing to be ashamed about.’
‘Even if that were true, that doesn’t mean you have to stare at it!’
‘Anna.’ Tegan said seriously and put a hand on my shoulder. ‘Seriously, if you’re too embarrassed to get changed in front of me then you’re going to have a far more difficult time than normal in the coming months than even I did. Taking off your clothes, being naked in front of strangers, having your body exposed…that’s going to be one of the least humiliating things that you’re going to experience here. You need to get used to it.’
‘I don’t want to get used to it.’ I said as very, very scary chills ran down my spine at her words.
‘I’m not going to leave here until you change.’ She said and, still keeping her hand on my shoulder, slid the wardrobe shut. She gently pushed me deeper into the room, into the corner, and then crossed her arms. ‘And you’re going to change while facing me, not with your back turned.’
‘Then I’m not going to ch-’
‘And if you’re not changed in five minutes then I’m going to change you myself.’ She said over me, clearly having expected me to say that. To my surprise she took out an iPhone from a pocket in the side of her skirt, glanced at it and then put it away again.
I swallowed and stared at her, wondering if she’d actually force me to change. She’d been so nice and kind, and while she’d acted serious she’d never yet hurt me. Surely it was just an act to get me to do what she wanted. Laine was the forceful one, not her. She was like…like the good cop? And Laine was the bad cop?
Well, that didn’t matter either way. I was not going to change in front of her. I was ashamed of this body, regardless of whether or not she thought it was attractive, and I didn’t want anyone seeing it. Especially my penis…I didn’t want anyone seeing that, or me in my underwear. The thought alone made me squirm uncomfortably.
I put down the clothes, crossed my arms like she had and glared up at her, trying to act as defiant as possible. To my surprise she actually laughed.
‘Alright then. I guess we’re doing this the hard way. No point in waiting five minutes.’ She said and clapped her hands together. ‘This is your last chance, sweetie. Are you going to change on your own?’
I swallowed, legs shaking. I had no idea what was about to happen. ‘No.’
Tegan smiled tightly and walked over, looked at me in silence for a moment and then faster than I could react, grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me onto the ground. I gasped as the air flew out of my lungs, and before I could even think about recovering Tegan was on top of me, her knees on either side of my body and her hands grabbing mine and shoving them above my head.
‘Let me go!’ I screamed as soon as I managed to gasp in some air. She ignored me and pushed my hands into each other so she could hold them with just one of hers, and then began pulling the nightdress up. ‘No! Get off me! Stop it! GET OFF ME!’
I thrashed about wildly, but she put a stop to that by slamming her knee into my waist, stunning me and pinning me down. She let go of my hands for a moment as she finished pulling up the nightdress, jerking it off me so fast that I couldn’t react quick enough before she grabbed my hands again. She stared at me meaningfully and then put her hand onto my panties. I began screaming at her again but she once again ignored me and slowly peeled them off.
‘No…please stop…’ I begged her as tears stung my eyes. ‘Please don’t do this!’
‘This is what you chose, not me.’ She said, pulling them down to my thighs.
‘Stop it!’ I shrieked and tried to thrash about but her knee still pinned me to the ground. I tried to jerk my knees up at her face but she easily shoved them back down with her free hand. She finished pulling off the panties and just stared down at me for a moment, her eyes unreadable. ‘Don’t look at me! Fuck off! FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! I HATE YOU! STOP LOOKING AT ME!’
She frowned slightly but didn’t react, just began slipping off the stockings one by one. Once they were off she finally let go of my arms, and I weakly tried to drag myself from under her knee. After a moment of watching me struggle she stood up and I flung myself backwards as far as I could, smashing against the middle of the cupboard, then slammed my legs together over my penis and covered my chest with my hands. My breathing was heavy and ragged and I couldn’t stop crying or stop myself form shivering or shaking.
‘I warned you.’ Tegan said and I snarled at her.
‘FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE NICE!’
‘I am nice. You just didn’t do what you were told.’
‘YOU-’ I began but my voice cracked and it ended in a whimper. It took me a while to find it again and when I spoke it was in a trembling, fractured way. My throat hurt from all of the screaming. ‘Stop looking at me. Please stop looking at me.’
‘You were made to be looked at.’
‘NO I WASN’T!’ I screamed, sending lines of pain running down my throat and making me wince.
‘Yes you were. Do you think Master made you so beautiful for your own benefit?’
‘I don’t care.’ I rasped. ‘I don’t care. I hate you. I hate you both. I hate you all. I hate this place. I want to go home. Please let me go home! I want to go home!’
Tegan smiled sadly and knelt down in front of me, making me whimper and push back further into the cupboard. ‘This is your home now, Anna.’
I shook my head. ‘It’s not. It’s not! It’s not. I’m not a girl, I’m not, I don’t want to have sex with men I don’t want to be trained to, I don’t want to be like this anywhere inside of me, not deep down, I just want to go home please let me go home! I need to go home! I can’t stay here! I don’t belong here! Please!’
Tegan reached out and put her hand to the side of my face, and gently caressed it, smearing tears all over my cheek. I would have flinched away but my head was already resting against the cupboard and if I moved to the side she’d see my penis. ‘Come on. It’s time for bed. You need to get dressed, you can’t sleep naked or you’ll catch a cold.’
‘No.’ I shook my head. ‘I want to go home.’
‘You are home, and it’s time for bed.’ Tegan said gently and grabbed my arms. ‘Come on. I’ve seen you naked now, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed about.’ I shook my head again but she easily pulled my hands away from my chest, and then lifted me up. I squealed angrily and tried to make her drop me but I didn’t want to open my legs so all I could do was try and pull down with my arms, which didn’t do much. ‘Anna, you’re being silly. I know what’s between your legs.’
I whimpered in answer and she sighed, carried me over to where the clean clothes were and gently deposited me onto the ground. She picked up the white panties and stared at me, and I knew what she was going to do. I had no energy to fight her as she pulled my legs open and began sliding them up, and she continued to ignore my pleas for her to stop. She slipped the panties and fitted them snugly around my groin, and patted it once she was done. Then she pulled me up and put the nightdress on me, one arm at a time. Finally, she carefully put the stockings onto my legs, ran her hands gently over them, squeezed my thighs and beamed at me.
‘There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?’
I stared blankly at her.
‘I know that was really hard, but it was for the best. You need to get used to this kind of thing, okay? I’m going to suggest to Master that she let me change your clothes every morning and night, and whenever else they need changing. That should make you get used to it faster.’
I stared blankly at her.
‘She’ll change your clothes herself, of course. She likes using us as dolls, which is why I want you to get used to it as fast as possible. She bought all of these clothes for you and I know she’s excited to dress you up and play. And beyond that, she’s going to see you naked a lot and you really, really need to get used to that.’
I stared blankly at her.
She put an arm against my back and under my knees, gently lifting me up. I gasped and clutched at her shoulders, fear rushing into me. But she just smiled and carried me to the door, slid it open and went to the bed. She lay me down on the side where I’d first crawled out when I’d woken up, seemingly hours ago, and carefully pushed me deeper into the centre.
‘Get some sleep now, okay? You’ve had a big day and you’ll have an even bigger one tomorrow.’ She pulled the blankets over me and tucked them in tightly, then kissed me on the forehead. ‘I’ll see you in the morning, Anna. Sweet dreams.’
And she left. I heard the wall slide open as the lights in the room all shut off, leaving a shaft of light coming in from the opening in the wall. Then it slid shut and darkness consumed the room.
I stared blankly up at the darkness.
Truth's Purity
Synopsis: A young man awakens in a strange room, in the body of a younger girl. He finds out why he's there, but refuses to accept his feelings
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Chapter 5
I jolted awake from a tangled mass of fuzzy dreams and stared around at the unfamiliar bedroom around me. Where was I? What…this place was…oh god…
The memories of the past day came crashing down onto me and a pained grunt mixed with a whimper escaped my lips. The shame from the other night tore through my chest and my eyes burned. How could I have been so stupid as to think Tegan was my friend here? I’d been humiliated and violated just because I hadn’t wanted to change clothes in front of her. She was a monster. I hated her! She’d tricked me into thinking she was my friend when she was just as fucked up as Laine was.
Cold anger flooded me and I tore myself out of the bed and went over to the wall that had opened the day before, running my hands over it to try and see if I could find anything, some hint of how it worked. I needed to get out of here. I couldn’t go through something like what had happened last night, and from what I understood even worse things were going to happen to me today. And the day after. For months and months until I broke.
I felt no signs of a door so I stopped searching with my hands and instead studied it, taking in every aspect of the wall. Which turned out to be a waste of time because it just looked like a wall, so clean that there weren’t even any interesting dust formations to look at. I couldn’t tell what the wall was made out, it certainly wasn’t wood, and whatever it was it was as hard as steel. Was it made out of steel? A thick layer of it? Was that possible? Were some walls made completely out of steel? It sounded like a stupid thing to not know but I really had no idea. I’d never even thought about what walls were made out of before.
Would it even matter if I knew what this stupid fucking wall was made out of? The only way I’d be able to break it down was if it was made from cardboard, which it was obviously not.
‘Fuck!’ I screamed after staring at the wall for so long that my vision started to double in on itself. How the hell could this wall be so flawless? I’d seen it slide open! There had to be some kind of line along it that’d show where it parted! There had to be!
‘OPEN!’ I snarled in frustration, my anger growing stronger. ‘Let me out of here! LET ME OUT!’
I snapped and shoved my hands, palms-first, against the wall as hard as I could. It didn’t do anything beyond pissing me off even more and sending a sliver of pain through my arms. The small pain sparked my anger and it exploded into a raging bonfire that for a moment consumed me, and I reared back and punched the wall as hard as I could.
That turned out to be a bad idea. My fist hit the wall with a hard ‘THWACK’ and crumpled against it, the skin on my knuckles slightly scraping off as horrible pain shot through my entire arm, centring around my fingers. I’d thrown the punch so violently that I was jerked forward and smacked against the wall, bruising my nose and chin, but nowhere near as badly as I’d hurt my arm. I slid down onto the ground with an agonized whimper, cradling the bundle of agony that was now my right hand as pained tears ran down my face.
‘Ow ow ow ow ow.’ I gasped as I tentatively moved my injured fingers. None of them were broken but they were definitely not in good shape. I couldn’t feel them properly beyond where the pain was emanating from and I had trouble getting them to do what I wanted, like made a fist or fully straighten.
I kept trying to make a fist though, and after a couple of attempts I finally managed to. I was still angry, the pain only seeming to just add fuel to the blazing inferno of rage inside of me, and I stomped to my feet and glared at the wall, not sure what I was going to do but angry enough to not care. My breathing was coming out in short burst of either pained whimpers or furious grunts.
I imagined Tegan on the other side of the wall, laughing at me for being so pathetic. Laughing in her stupid, delighted way that made me want to punch her in the face. She’d enjoyed tearing off my clothes and staring at me naked, she’d known I was going to refuse to change in front of her and wanted me to fight her. Why couldn’t she have just left the clothes there and gone? She was full of shit! As if I was going to get used to people seeing me naked! And if she thought I was going to let her undress me again then she was insane. I was going to fight her properly this time. She’d gotten me by surprise last time because I’d thought she was a nice person, she’d tricked me, but that wouldn’t happen this time! As soon as she came near me I was going to punch her in the face! I was going to make her sorry she ever touched at me, tore off my clothes and stared at me, stared at my…my body, my…penis! And…and today Laine was…she was going to do worse things, she was going to…
I snapped again and, deciding in a split second that I didn’t care what happened to my body, only caring that I needed to get out of here somehow, even if it meant breaking my arm, I punched the wall again. As hard as I could, more violently than I had before.
An even worse pain than before exploded through me but I screamed through it and slammed my body against the wall, then stepped back and punched it again, unable to do it as hard as before but hard enough that I felt satisfied, and then I threw my weight against the wall again. Was it moving? Maybe I could jar it open or something! Or break it so that they had to tear it down to get in, and when they did I’d be able to find a way to escape!
I slammed my hand against the wall again, and again, and again until I couldn’t stand the pain anymore, and let it hang limply against at my side while I continued to slam myself against the wall, shoulder first. I don’t know how long I was at it but I was finally forced to stop when the pain became too much. I groaned and leant against the wall, gasping for breath as sweat ran down my face. I surely had to be making some progress!
I stepped back and took a deep breath. My nose was bleeding slightly and I vaguely recalled accidentally hitting it against the wall a few times when I’d landed awkwardly while ramming it. I lifted up my left hand and wiped away some of the blood, and then with a vindictive fuck you to Tegan I wiped it onto the nightdress. My right arm was bleeding too, a mangled mess of torn skin and blood, and I would have wiped that against myself too if the pain hadn’t of been so bad. I tried to clench it into a fist but it only twitched painfully, so I ignored it and steeled myself to rush at the wall again.
And then I suddenly collapsed, the pain and exhaustion finally winning against the anger. I fell backwards with a whimper, my hand and shoulder feeling like they were burning apart. I wiped the sweat out of my face with my left hand and moved back until I was against the bed, then hugged my knees to myself and shook as the pain got worse and worse, until I couldn’t take it anymore and I started screaming, mainly a random array of swear words but some fairly unpleasant comments about Tegan as well. After a few minutes of this I felt a tiny bit better and was able to control my breathing somewhat, and glared over my knees at the wall.
I couldn’t break it down. Maybe if I had my old body, but probably not even then. I needed to be a six foot tall mountain of a man to be able to even have a chance, and I was a tiny twenty-one-year old girl. Well, I was twenty-five I guess, but did that really matter? I didn’t look anywhere near that old and my life hadn’t really progressed in any meaningful way since I was eighteen anyway. I’d just floated about in obscurity, spending my free time hanging out with cats and watching other people play video games online. Was that seriously the kind of life I was so desperate to get back to?
I shook my head angrily, not wanting to think about such depressing things at the moment. When I got out of here I’d…change, do better, try to make friends. Maybe go back to Uni and study something fun, or get a new job where I’d actually be able to talk to people and not be stuck in a lonely little cubicle. Maybe I’d try working at a restaurant, where there were always people around to talk to.
None of that would happen though if I didn’t get out of here, and trying to break down the wall was clearly not going to work. So I needed to slip out when it was open, the next time someone came through it. And that was probably going to be soon, when Tegan came with my breakfast, or when Laine came to start our…sessions.
I sat up a little and lowered one of my knees so it’d be easier to charge at the wall when it opened, and then prepared myself to wait. If I ran as soon as I saw the wall move then I might be able to surprise the person on the other side and slip past them before they could react. I doubted I’d be able to actually get very far considering I had no idea what was on the other side, but I’d learn something and that was progress. I’d escape from the room again eventually and with my knowledge of what was outside the room I’d be able to get a little further. I probably wouldn’t escape that time either, but if I kept it up I’d eventually manage it!
I…probably should have tried to escape this way first instead of attempting to break down the wall…
I actually smiled slightly at that thought, but then pushed it away so I could focus all of my attention on the wall. As soon as I heard that clunking metal sound, as soon as it began to slide backwards, I was going to be up and running at it as fast as I could. From what I’d seen Tegan and Laine had been in the centre of the opening when the wall slid open, so I should be able to rush through the side while it was opening and catch them off guard.
This was actually going to work! I was go-
CLUNK.
Oh god! It was happening already! I-crap!
Fear drenched me and for a moment I wavered, but I clenched my sore hand and the pain took centre stage.
It was time to get out of here.
I jumped to my feet and charged at the wall as it began to slide open, and once there was a space large enough for me to slip through I did so, and started running faster than I ever had before. A sharp intake of breath came from my right and I saw Tegan standing there holding a mug and a white case but I ignored her.
A wide, brightly-lit corridor greeted me, with large scenery paintings lining the wall. There were some stools with various potted plants resting upon them but I couldn’t really take in any of the details beyond seeing that there weren’t any doors along the corridor. The floor was a shining black marble that made it hard to run in my stockings so I slowed my pace as much as I could, but didn’t stop. Why hadn’t I thought to take them off? That’d have made this much easier.
About thirty meters ahead of me the hallway ended in a silvery elevator, set into the back wall and with only one button next to it, an UP one. Hope surged inside of when I saw that and I sped up. If I got into that elevator I could take it to the ground floor and have a chance at finding the front entrance.
As I got closer however the elevator lit up and to my horror it opened, revealing Laine. She was holding a black briefcase and talking on a smartphone, but when she saw me her eyes lit up and she put the phone in her pocket. I skidded to a stop and slipped over, tried to stabilise myself with my bloody right hand and ended splatting against the marble floor. Once again pain shot through me and I felt my nose begin to bleed as it smacked against the cold marble ground.
‘Fuck!’ I snarled and shoved myself up with my left hand, refusing to give up. Laine was walking towards me, her high-heeled black boots echoing through the hallway. She was wearing a slim, unbuttoned black blazer over a white shirt, along with a short black skirt like the one she’d been wearing the other day. Maybe it was tight enough that it’d restrict her movements and I could get past her, if I ran fast enough?
‘Oh my.’ She said with a wide grin, brushing her hair behind her ears. ‘Looks like we’ve got an Anna escapee! How cute!’
I glared at her until she was a few steps in front of the elevator and then charged at it. I ran to the right and to my surprise she didn’t try to stop me, just stood back and watched, her eyes glinting. I got into the elevator just as the door closed and let out an exhausted breath, my arm throbbing with agony. Fuck!
I’d done it!
But…
I looked around the elevator and caught a glimpse of myself, as the entire back wall was a mirror. My nose and lips were bloody, my right hand was steadily dripping blood onto the metal floor and hair was smeared across my face from all the sweating and crying.
I turned away and looked for the buttons, found them on the right side and immediately pressed random floor numbers just so I could get the elevator moving. The buttons were white set in a gold circle and lit up when I pressed them. To my surprise there were a lot of them, beginning at B-4 and going all the way up to floor 10. Surely this place wasn’t that big was it? It was just a brothel, not an apartment complex or something.
I pressed the Floor 1 button and waited anxiously for the elevator to begin moving, but it didn’t. Had I put in too many commands before? Had I frozen it? Or…
Or it wasn’t going to work for me. There was a black sensor next to the buttons, just above my head, similar to the one that was outside my old apartment’s entrance, one that required you to have a special card to activate it…
Laine had just watched me come in here, and I’d slipped and fallen for a good couple of seconds outside so if Tegan had been of been chasing me she’d have had ample time then to get me.
….but they hadn’t tried to stop me at all. Because they knew I wasn’t going anywhere.
I fell down onto the floor, all of my energy dissipating, along with the anger and hope.
I couldn’t escape. This elevator was the end. I couldn’t use it and without it I wasn’t going anywhere. I was stuck here, on this floor with only the hallway and my bedroom in it. It was a perfect cage.
No…no…
The elevator doors opened and Laine came in, kneeling down in front of me and putting her hand underneath my chin so I’d look up at her.
‘Are you satisfied now?’ she asked gently. ‘You can’t leave here. You’re special to me, Anna. I built this floor just for keeping you here, safe and sound, without any possibility of escaping. See this?’ she put down the briefcase and pulled out a large black smartphone in a white case. A distant part of me was surprised to see that there was a small plastic black and white kitten tied onto a string hanging from it. On the screen was what looked like Lain’s ID, with a smiling picture of her in the corner and a black barcode next to it. ‘You need to flash this across the sensor to activate it, and you need my password to do that, and once you do you need to enter another password in the sensor before it’ll actually let you use the elevator.’
I felt tears start to well up but I gritted my teeth and glared at her. ‘This is stupid! Why would do all of that just to keep me here?’
‘I told you why.’
‘I’m not special!’
‘Don’t say that, munchkin.’ She smiled, putting her hands on either side of my face and staring at me in silence for a while. ‘You poor little thing. You really hurt yourself trying to escape, didn’t you?’ And she pulled me into a hug, which I was too exhausted to even attempt to struggle out of. ‘My silly, sweet little lamb. You shouldn’t be so rough with yourself; you’re far too delicate and fragile to be hurting yourself like this. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. We’ve got a big day ahead of us and I want you to be in as best condition as possible!’
And with that she stood up, scooped me up under her arm as if I really were a baby lamb and walked out of the lift. I protested and tried to struggle out of her grip but there was barely any energy left in me and I don’t think she even noticed. It was pointless.
I was never going to get out of here.
Chapter 6
‘We didn’t get much time to talk the other day, did we?’ Laine said cheerfully as she walked down the hall with me gently bouncing up and down against her hips. ‘I wasn’t in the best of moods, I have to admit, and I didn’t have a lot of free time. I’d been in meetings all day and was starting to get a bit…antsy. But I’ve made sure that I’m as free as possible over the next couple of weeks so we can get our training off to a good start. We’re going to get to know each other very well in the coming days, Anna.’
We entered my room and she deposited me onto the ground. Tegan was standing in front of the bed, wearing the same maid outfit as yesterday, and smiled kindly at me. I spun around so I wouldn’t have to look at her.
‘How is she?’ Tegan asked as I watched the wall slide shut.
‘She damaged her hand quite badly, and her nose is a bit bruised but I don’t think it’s serious.’ Laine said and walked past me. I refused to turn around and see Tegan so I continued to stare at the wall. ‘Would you mind giving her a shower before bandaging her up? She’s covered in blood and sweat, and her hair is a mess.’
‘I though you liked your girls like that.’ Tegan said playfully and Laine laughed.
‘Only when I’m the one who’s done it to them.’ She said and I flinched as her hand patted me on the head. ‘You’re refusing to look at Tegan, huh? Still mad about the other night?’
The anger immediately flooded back into me and whipped around to snarl at Tegan. ‘She! She-she-’ I stuttered, too many words trying to force their way out of me at once. I took a shaky breath and tried to speak more coherently, but found that I couldn’t fully express how I was feeling.
‘She’s pissed, isn’t she?’ Laine said in amusement, looking at Tegan. ‘What did you do to the poor thing?’
‘She wouldn’t change in front of me so I forced her to.’ Tegan said and straightened her skirts. ‘She’s very shy about her body, even though she shouldn’t be. It’s beautiful.’
‘It is, isn’t it?’ Laine said and made a strange purring sound. ‘I’d very much like to see it. Would you undress for me please, Anna?’
Oh god. My heart stopped and the anger was immediately replaced with fear. I couldn’t…not in front of Laine…it’d been so horrible last time…just thinking about it made my legs start to shake. I remembered Tegan’s knee easily pinning me to the ground as she tore off my clothes, stared at my penis and breasts…I’d been so helpless…
‘D-do I have to?’
‘Yes.’ Laine said.
I lifted my right hand hopefully. ‘I don’t think I can like this…’
‘Oh. Sorry munchkin! I should have realised.’ Laine smiled at me. ‘Don’t worry about it then. Tegan, could you undress her for me?’
I flinched and stepped backwards as Tegan walked over. ‘Go away!’
‘Anna...are we really going to go through this again?’ Tegan said, exasperated. ‘You know how it’s going to end.’
‘Leave me alone!’ I growled and took another step backwards, hitting the chair in front of the mirror desk. ‘I hate you!’
‘Sweetie…’ Tegan said and stopped advancing.
‘Little girls need to do what they’re told.’ Laine said and walked over to me. I was too focused on Tegan to fully focus on her, so I was taken completely by surprise when she picked me up, sat down on the chair and placed me onto her lap. My hair dangled down into my eyes and I tried to squirm around to face her but she put a hand on my back to keep me steady. ‘Huh? Wh-’
‘This is going to hurt, Anna, but you need to learn.’ Laine said and to my horror she pulled up my nightdress and tugged down my panties.
‘No! Let me go!’ I cried and began to thrash harder, thinking that she was going to take off my clothes. ‘Y-’
‘Ohh, you have such a gorgeous ass.’ She purred and ran her hands over it. Then she squeezed it and I gasped as a small jolt of pleasure ran through me, quickly followed by a torrent of shame.
‘What are you doing? Don’t touch me there!’
She ignored me and continued to squeeze and run her hands over my rear, sighing happily.
‘It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?’ she whispered. ‘So soft and smooth.’
‘It’s perfect.’ Tegan agreed and I twitched in fury.
‘Stop it!’ I shrieked. ‘Let me go!’
Laine squeezed harder and then released. ‘I love spanking sexy little asses like yours.’
‘Wh-’
THWACK
I screamed in pain as her right hand slapped me on the ass, harder than I would have thought possible. I renewed my struggling to try and escape but her hand on my back was like a steel pillar pinning me to her lap. Oh god.
THWACK.
I screamed again and my body twitched on its own accord. Fresh tears stung my eyes and I started sobbing, barely comprehending what was happening. I was being spanked, by a woman who didn’t even look old enough to be my mother, and it hurt almost a badly as punching the wall had.
And Tegan was watching as I was humiliated.
‘No! Stop it!’
THWACK
‘Please! Stop it! You-’
THWACK
I dissolved into tears and began sobbing, my mind losing itself to the pain. This was horrible, so much worse than what Tegan had done to me. Why was she doing this? This was beyond degrading…
THWACK
‘Please…’ I begged, still staring down at the ground. My tears fell into my hair and dripped off of them and onto the carpet. ‘I can’t stand this! Stop it!’
THWACK
I began screaming, trying to speak but unable to.
THWACK
I couldn’t…
THWACK
…
For a terrifying moment nothing happened and I braced myself for another hit, but her hands just slowly ran over my rear. It felt so painful, like it was on fire, and as her fingers ran across it I whimpered. She pulled me up and turned me around so I was facing her, and to my confusion she was smiling warmly.
‘Owh, you poor thing.’ She cooed, wiping away some of my tears as I hiccupped. ‘I know that hurt a lot, but you have to do what we tell you to, okay? Otherwise I’ll be forced to spank you again, twice as many times.’ She didn’t wait for an answer and pulled the nightdress off of me in on go, my arms too tired to resist. Then she finished pulling off my panties and let them drop to the ground, along with my stockings. ‘There we go! All done!’
And she put me down on the ground, where I slammed my legs together and covered my chest like I had the night before. My entire body was shaking and I couldn’t stop sobbing.
What had…why had she done that…just because I wouldn’t take off my clothes…she…she…
I’d never been more humiliated in my entire life. She’d treated me like I was a little girl, a naughty toddler who refused to do what they were told. Not even my own parents had spanked me. I’d never experienced something like that, and that fact that I was twenty five years old made it all the more shameful.
I was so weak. I couldn’t do anything to stop her, just like I hadn’t been able to stop Laine the other night either. I really was at their mercy. They could do anything they wanted with me and I couldn’t do a thing about it.
‘No…’ I whimpered. ‘No…no…no…’
‘Could you take her to the shower and clean her up now please?’ Laine said, getting up off the chair and going to the wardrobe as Tegan nodded. ‘I’m going to look for a suitable outfit for her to wear today. One that’s easy to take off not too revealing. There should be a cute little dress in here somewhere, I remember buying quite a few but…hmm…maybe just a simple dress would be fine…’
Tegan walked over to wall opposite the wardrobe and looked at it with a slight frown, then stepped slightly to the side. She pulled out her phone and moved her hands across it for a few seconds, and if I hadn’t been so numb then I’d have been surprised to see the wall open up, just like the entrance to this room.
She came over and knelt down in front of me. ‘Anna…are you able to come with me to the bathroom?’ I just stared at her, tears streaming down my face. I felt cold and empty. She smiled kindly. ‘Okay then sweetie. I’m going to carry you over, alright?’
And she did so, slipping her hands under my knees and back like she’d done last night and carrying me to the bathroom. Once we were inside the wall slid shut and I wondered if Laine had made it do that with her phone or if the doors just closed automatically.
The bathroom was as large as every other room in this place. In fact, I think it was almost the same size as my bedroom, but the walls were black and the floor was similar to the marble that had been in the hallway, only slightly rougher and a little lighter.
There was a bathtub set into the back corner, pure black and almost as tall as I was. It was long enough to easily fit about five of me inside of it too, and the tap was shaped like a white swan with its wings spread. It probably cost as much as my old apartment did.
Next to it was a long towel rack and past that was the shower, which was just a depressed open area with a showerhead above it and a drain in the centre. There were several glass shelves set underneath the tap with hair and body products on them, as well as a pink body sponge on top of a black washer.
In the corner opposite the bathtub was a sink, as elaborate as the bathtub, with a mirror above it. There was an electric toothbrush next to it and some toothpaste, as well as a collection of what I assumed was facial care products. I’d seen similar bottles in stores before but never needed to buy them before. Underneath the sink was a cupboard that I assumed was full of towels, and a few feet across from it was a door that led to a toilet.
‘Hah.’ Tegan laughed softly as she placed me down onto an ornate wooden chair that was sitting next to the sink. ‘Master really does love her bathrooms.’
She went to an array of switches above me that I hadn’t noticed and turned on a fan, filling the room with a soft hum, and then lit up the shower area. Then she began to undress.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked weakly, unable to comprehend why she was doing so.
‘I’m going to clean you, so I need to be in the shower too.’ She said as she pulled her bodice over her hand and began undoing her white bra. ‘I don’t think it’d be good if I let you try and clean yourself in your current condition.’
I didn’t have an answer to that so I just watched as she undressed, not caring that it was rude. She’d done worse to me.
She watched me as she undressed, undeterred. She took off her gloves and undid her bra, letting out a small sigh of relief as she did so. Her boobs were quite large, probably a C cup, and almost perfectly round and perky. Her nipples were a deep, shiny pink and stood out from the pale milkiness of her skin, and were about the size of a fifty cent coin. I wondered if mine looked like that but didn’t look down to check. I wasn’t comfortable enough to look at my body that closely yet. Just knowing that it was female was too much information for me at the moment.
I began to feel uncomfortable starting at Tegan and gritted my teeth. I’d never actually seen a girl naked before except in my Sex Ed textbooks during senior school, and those pictures had usually been see-through or full of unpleasant facts about STI’s, so I was really curious about what she looked like underneath all her clothes but…
Was it really okay for me to watch Tegan undress? No, it wasn’t. I…I shouldn’t do to her what she’d done to me.
I sniffed and wiped my eyes, looking down at my lap. After what Laine had just done to me I was starting to realise that Tegan wasn’t as bad as I’d thought. She’d never hit met, and while she’d…done what she’d done it was for my own good, I could kind of see that now. I’d probably be feeling a whole lot worse right about now if I hadn’t been so badly humiliated the night before.
Then again, maybe not. I didn’t know. I really had no freaking idea about anything anymore. It was easier to think Tegan had been trying to help me like she’d said though.
‘It’s okay. You can look.’ She said and I jumped slightly. ‘I don’t mind. You’ve never seen a girl naked before, have you?’
‘How do you know that?’ I asked and looked at her as she unzipped her skirt, still feeling a little uncomfortable. At least my head was starting to clear though.
‘I guessed. You don’t seem like you’ve been around girls much, and you said the other day that you’ve never looked at porn.’
‘I…I have seen some.’ I admitted. ‘But only a few hentai, and all of the characters were either men or…umm…’
‘Boys who looked like girls?’
‘Yeah.’ I said uncomfortably and then began elaborating, mainly to fill in the silence. It felt weird to just sit there and watch her undress in silence, and being alone with her and not around Laine was calming me down quite a bit. ‘For a few days while I was at Uni I was really interested in that kind of stuff for some reason. I didn’t even know it even existed until I heard someone in class joke about how some anime character looked like a trap and explained what that meant to her friend. That stuck in my mind and I went home and looked up traps and…yeah. I stopped after a few days.’
‘Why?’ she asked as she finished taking off her shoes and stared on her socks. She was just in her black panties now and I noticed that her body was like mine, slim and curvy, except that she was obviously taller than I was and her arms and legs had visible muscles. There was a brown, smudgy birthmark above her right hip and a little brown dot to the left of her small bellybutton.
‘I stopped because I felt dirty and gross and ashamed. It wasn’t right, looking at stuff like that. For the first few days I only saw the stuff where the guys seduced the men, or were willingly hired as prostitutes, but then I found Heartleaf Golden and…’
‘That’s the one you’ve got bookmarked?’ Tegan asked, walking over to me. ‘Yes.’ Cold shivers ran down my back. ‘It was about a boy who looked like a girl, and he was kidnapped and these men dressed him as a girl and they…’
‘Raped him.’ Tegan finished for me and I nodded shakily. ‘And after that he realised that he wanted to be a girl and have sex with men all the time and began begging for it.’
‘Did you read it?’
‘I did.’ She nodded, taking off her headband and letting her hair fall over her face. ‘It was pretty unrealistic, but I guess that was the point. No one gives in and breaks that quickly, especially not from being raped so violently.’
‘I know! That’s why I hated it! It was so gross and fucked up, but I couldn’t get it out of my head, especially the starting bits when he’s forced to dress as a girl and he looks really pretty and…’ Something inside of me clenched up and I nearly started crying again. ‘I don’t know. I envied him for a moment. I wanted to look like a girl and be…touched and stuff. And at the start when it wasn’t so violent I liked it. But that made me feel so sick that I eventually forced myself to stop reading it.’
‘There’s nothing wrong with finding that kind of thing arousing.’ Tegan said gently.
‘I wasn’t aroused!’ I snapped.
‘Have you ever been aroused before?’
‘O-of course.’ I said, although not very confidently. Had I ever been aroused before yesterday when Laine had kissed me? ‘I must have been at some point…when I was a teenager maybe, I don’t know.’
‘Most people remember the first time they got turned on.’ Tegan said with an amused grin. ‘It’s a pretty big moment in a young person’s life, when they discover their sexuality. It’s not something you’re likely to forget.’
‘I’ve never been a very sexual person.’ I muttered, still trying to remember. I…had I even had a crush on someone before? I’d never found anyone at school all that attractive, male or female, and by the time I’d reached Uni I’d pretty much given up on interacting with other people.
‘But you still felt something while reading about a boy being forced to be a girl and fuck men?’ Tegan asked gently. ‘Maybe that was the first time you got aroused, and that’s why it’s so important to you.’
‘This-why are you asking me about this?’ I cried, my anger resurfacing, but mixed in with a confusing feeling that I didn’t know and didn’t like. ‘It’s none of your business. My life is none of your business! You shouldn’t even know anything about me!’
‘I’m just trying to help, sweetie. I want you to be happy.’ She put her hands on my shoulder and looked at me, her brow creased in concern. Her blonde hair fell loosely over her face and her green eyes stared deeply into my own, and to my surprise I actually believed that she meant what she said.
‘Why?! You’re…I didn’t…’ my throat tightened again and I bowed my head, staring at my lap so I wouldn’t have to look at her. ‘Why are you so nice? It doesn’t make any sense.’
‘I’m nice because I care about you.’ She said with a smile that reached her eyes. ‘I know you probably don’t believe that, but it’s true.’
‘You haven’t even known me for a full day!’
‘I have though.’ She ran her hand along my cheek. ‘When you were first brought here, unconscious, I took care of you. For nearly a month I spent most of my time at your side, monitoring your IV drip and replacing it every couple of hours, moving you around and massaging your joints so your body didn’t get injured, and washing you every morning to keep you clean. When I wasn’t doing any of those things I was reading your file, over and over. I moved that chair you’re sitting on next to your bed and would read it every day until I memorized it front to back.’ She leant in closer and I swallowed. ‘So I have known you for longer than a day, sweetie. And thanks to your file I know you probably better than you even know yourself.’
I had no idea what to say to her after that. I hadn’t even thought about what had happened to me while I’d been unconscious. I remembered Laine mentioning it but it’d barely registered at the time. A lot of questions came to mind, questions I probably should have wondered about before, about how I’d gotten here and how exactly I was turned into what I was now, but they weren’t as important as the horrible guilt that I was suddenly feeling.
Tegan had cared for me for nearly a month, while I’d been unconscious and probably in some kind of coma. My own parents hadn’t even done that for me when I’d broken my leg in fourth grade and ended up in a wheelchair. They’d pretty much ignored me because I hadn’t been able to help out on the farm anymore, so I’d had to try and take care of myself which didn’t go very well at all.
It was a slightly different situation than being in a coma, but I couldn’t imagine my parents washing me or massaging my joints. They’d just hire the cheapest nurse they could find and get her to do it. I’d probably have woken up covered in sores and bruises, feeling terrible. But I’d woken up yesterday feeling fine. Probably better than I had in a long time, considering how badly I’d been taking care of myself these past couple of years.
Tegan really did care about me. She’d been so kind and caring to me, and I’d told her to fuck off and said that I hated her…
I was suddenly on the verge of tears but I forced myself to hold them in. I didn’t want to cry, not now, not about this, not in front of Tegan.
I jumped to my feet, almost fell over because of how shaky they were, but ignored Tegan as she tried to help me and stumbled over to the shower.
‘I n-need to shower now.’ I said and stared at the device that controlled the water flow. It was long and thin with a swans head at the end, similar to the bathtub’s tap, and functioned depending on how high it was raised and which side it was turned to. I reached out to grab it but winced as my injured hand tried to curl around it.
‘Here, let me.’ Tegan stepped next to me and turned it on, causing warm water to spray down onto us from the large showerhead above. I turned my back to her so she wouldn’t see my penis and sighed as the water hit me, tilting my head down so it’d hit my back. Tegan turned up the heat and a delighted sound escaped my lips.
‘It’s nice, isn’t it?’ she said and I saw her grab the face washer off of the shelf from out of the corner of my eye. I noticed that she was still wearing her collar and wondered if she’d forgotten to take it off. Surely it couldn’t be good for it to be subjected to water like this. ‘Now why don’t we get rid of that blood from your face?’
She walked around me and I began to turn around, but she grabbed my arm and spun me around, then put her hand behind my head. I watched her warily as she gently rubbed the washer against my face, slowly scrubbing away the blood that had been there for the last hour or so, but her eyes never left my face. I was beginning to wonder if I should even care if she saw my penis. She’d already seen it yesterday and had probably seen it today too when Laine was…disciplining me. And besides all of that, she’d spent like a month cleaning me every morning and had definitely seen it then, probably washed it too. What did it matter if she saw it now?
‘There we go!’ she beamed as she finished removing the blood. ‘Your face is back to its cute, blood-free self. Now let’s clean your hand too, shall we?’
I held it up and she put her hand around its wrist, then as softly as she could she began to clean it.
‘Oww!’ I shrieked as soon as she began scrubbing. She’d barely touched it and it felt like she was smashing it with a brick. God damn it. Why the hell had I thought punching a freaking wall had been a good idea?
‘Yeah, this is going to hurt a bit, but bear with me okay?’ she said and continued scrubbing as I held in another shriek and whimpered. The pain made my legs tremble and for a moment I nearly fell, but she held me steady with her free hand and smiled encouragingly.
After an excruciating minute she finished and put the washer back on the shelf, then told me to turn around so she could wash my hair. She ran her hands through it and then poured a sweet-smelling liquid onto it, gently massaging it through my locks. It felt amazing and I lost myself in the sensation for a moment, wishing that it could have gone on for hours. I could feel the top of her breasts squashing up against the back of my head too, as soft and squishy as a pillow. They made me realise again just how much taller than me she was, even in bare feet.
‘How old are you?’
‘Twenty-six.’ She said, running her hands over my hair and letting the water wash away the liquid. I closed my eyes so it wouldn’t get into them. ‘Why?’
‘Are you really tall for your age or am I just really small?’
‘You’re just really small.’
‘But Lain’s much taller than you.’
‘She is.’ Tegan said, turning me around to face her. ‘Master’s definitely taller than average, but I’m not. ’
‘Why am I so small then? How old do I look?’
‘A lot younger than I do, that’s for sure. Master made you to look as young as possible without slipping into paedophilic territory.’ Tegan grabbed a pink bottle from the shelf and squeezed a generous amount of its contents onto the body sponge. The scent of strawberry met my nose and my nose tingled happily. I liked that smell quite a bit. ‘Some of the reasons why you were to look like you are were to fill in the gaps in our services. You’ll be good for age play, daddy-daughter kind of stuff, and I imagine Lolita and Princess play as well. And we have a few customers who have expressed an interested in having a kitten to play with and you’ll fit that need nicely. And slave and sub play, of course. You are going to be ridiculously popular in that area, I don’t even have to guess at that.’
It felt like icy hands had grabbed my stomach and squeezed down on it at every word she’d said, despite the warmth of the shower, but one thing in particular lodged itself in my mind. ‘Daddy-daughter?’
‘Yeah, I know.’ Tegan said with a small grimace. ‘But, hey, let’s not kink shame. If it makes them happy and doesn’t hurt anyone then what’s the harm. I’d rather them be fucking you than an actual little girl.’
‘No, I meant, what is it?’
‘Oh.’ she said and began rubbing the body sponge against my stomach. It tickled a bit and I made a weird sound that I hope Tegan didn’t hear. ‘Well, it’s pretty much what it sounds like. The client will make you call them Daddy and you’ll act like their affectionate, overly sexual daughter. There’s more to it than that but I’ve never gotten into it and Master doesn’t advertise me for that type of play anymore.’
‘Is there a mummy-daug….ah!’ I started and then gasped as she moved the sponge up and onto my chest, massaging it across my boobs. I squeaked and grabbed her arm with my good hand but she didn’t stop. For a brief moment I thought about what I’d been going to ask, if there was a mother daughter kink, and imagined Tegan as my mum. It…was a confusing thought, complicated even more by her sending warm pulses of pleasure thorough my chest.
‘You’re very sensitive, aren’t you?’ she grinned and continued to rub my boobs, the body sponge scratching against them in a frustratingly pleasurable way. ‘That’s good. Really good.’
She continued to rub my chest for longer than she probably needed to and then moved onto my shoulders, my back and then my back. It all felt amazing, but I froze as she began running down my lower back and towards my butt.
‘It’s okay. I’ll be gentle.’ she said and was true to her world, although it still stung. What hurt the most was when she forced my cheeks open and cleaned in between them, and held me still so I couldn’t jerk away when she did so.
‘Why are you cleaning me there?!’ I gasped when she first slipped the sponge in.
‘Why do you think?’ she asked in amusement, apparently assuming that I already knew the reason why.
‘I don’t know!’
‘Really?’ she stopped for a second before continuing. ‘Well…you’ll find out pretty soon. Probably in the next couple of hours.’
‘What does that mean?’ I asked nervously.
‘You’ll see.’ She finished up and moved around in front of me, dragging the sponge around my hips and towards my penis.
‘Wait!’ I grabbed her hand and stepped away. ‘You don’t need to clean me there!’
‘Yes I do.’ She said stepped forward. I stepped back and hit the shower wall.
‘Please, I d-’ I began but she put a hand to my chest, pinning me to the wall and began rubbing my genitals. I flinched and tied to back up even more, squashing myself against the wall, but it didn’t help. She moved the sponge around my penis and my testicles, slowly massaging them both. It felt unbelievably uncomfortable and kind of hurt a little bit, not at all like when she’d rubbed my breasts, and I barely managed to get through it without throwing crying out.
‘There. All done.’ She beamed once she’d finished, standing up and squeezing out the sponge. ‘That wasn’t so bad, was it?’
‘Yes it was.’ I said shakily and pushed past her out of the shower, the comfort of the shower’s warmth fading away. I did feel better than I had before going in though. My energy was returning and I didn’t feel exhausted anymore, just tired. Like I’d only just woken up, which I kind of had. It felt like it’d been hours since I’d woken up but in reality it had probably been less than an hour ago.
Tegan followed me out of the shower and grabbed a towel, a fluffy white one, and rubbed her face dry so she could see clearer.
‘Okay, let’s get you nice and dry.’ she said and proceeded to do so, not even giving me a moment to recover from the shower. ‘We took longer than I thought we would and Master’s probably getting tired of waiting.’
‘Good.’ I said and then spluttered as she began drying my face.
‘Not for you it isn’t.’ Tegan smirked, rubbing down my shoulders and back. ‘Master’s wanted to play with you for a very long time now and keeping her waiting is only going to make her more…aggressive with her affection.’
I didn’t like the sound of that so forced myself to stay calm when Tegan dried my genitals and chest, and only let out a few pained whimpers when she reached my injured hand and butt. She was quite rough with my hair though, saying that there was no time to blow-dry it and rubbed it so violently with the towel that it was almost completely dry by the time she’d finished.
‘Good girl!’ she said proudly when she’d finished and another little bubble of happiness rose inside of me, but I fought off a smile. Being praised made me way happier than it should have. ‘Now…let me open this wall for you.’
She went over to where she’d discarded her clothes and took out her phone. I padded after her in the hopes of being able to see what she was doing but by the time I reached her the wall was already opening, and she looked at me with a knowing smile. Urgh.
‘Time for you to get going. I need to dry myself and get changed.’ She said, getting up and gently pushing me in the back. We were behind the shower, to the side of the opening, so Laine couldn’t see us from the bedroom.
‘Can’t I wait until you’re finished?’ I didn’t want to go out and see Laine by myself, especially while naked.
‘No. Master’s waiting.’ she said seriously voice and I turned around; if I refused to leave then she’d just drag me out.
I took a shaky breath, tried to ignore the heavy feeling inside of my stomach and walked to the exit.
Truth's Purity
Synopsis
A man wakes up in the body of a younger girl and finds out she's been kidnapped by a woman who wants simultaneously help her and profit from her at the same time.
Note
I'm going to post the last couple of chapters left up here before I forget. I'm not sure if I'll continue it after chapter eight though, it's leading to more of a sexual-focused aspect and I'm not really interested in that at the moment. This story wasn't really meant to be an erotica in the first place, kind of. It was going to be about someone learning to accept their sexuality and their desires and not be ashamed of them, in the backdrop of a brothel-style place. The sexual stuff came secondary to the emotions, but I'm not sure I can really balance it anymore and whatever mood I was in when I started this has faded somewhat. Writing sexual stuff doesn't come off right in my head at the moment.
If you want the last chapter let me know :) And maybe there'll be more, after chapter 8 there will be another chapter that'll be mostly devoid of sexual stuff. It'll have less sexual content than this one has, anyway. And maybe the spark will come back anyway, who knows.
I don't.
Chapter 7
Laine was sitting on the side of the bed facing the wall, and a wide grin lit her face when she looked up from her phone and saw me. I grimaced and gritted my teeth, but continued walking until I was out of the bathroom. It shut behind me with a soft “thunk” and Laine slipped her phone into her pocket.
‘Come here.’ She said softly and gestured in front of her. ‘Let me get a good look at you.’
I went to where she’d gestured and shivered. Our heads were on the same level and her eyes were staring hungrily at my body, drinking in every last detail. I turned red and took half a step back, but resisted the impulse to cover my genitals. It was unlikely Laine would let me do so and I was terrified of her hitting me again. I was shaking and tried to hide it by crossing my arms, but that felt weird so I put them on my hips but that didn’t feel any better so I held them together at my waist but that felt weird too so I pu-
‘Relax.’ Laine said softly and leant forward, resting her arms on her legs. Her hair fell over her face and drenched it in shadows. ‘You’re moving around too much. Just keep your hands at your side.’
‘O-okay.’ I said and did so, feeling stupid. My legs began shaking even more and I almost fell over.
‘You’re terrified, aren’t you?’ she asked with a smile, her brown eyes staring intently. ‘Do I scare you that much?’
‘No.’ I lied and stomped my leg on the ground to make the stupid thing stop shaking.
‘Then come closer.’
I took a tiny step forward and she smiled crookedly.
‘Closer than that.’
I took another tiny step forward. And then another, just in case.
She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. ‘Too slow.’
‘I’m j-’ I began but, quick as a snake, she grabbed my uninjured arm and jerked me forward so that I fell onto her lap with my legs on either side of her, my knees resting on the bed. It happened too fast for me to do anything other than gasp and I reflectively grabbed onto her shoulder with my hands, staring at her in horror. Her face was inches away from mine and her hands had moved to the sides of my chest to hold me steady, making it impossible to get off. My heart was thumping painfully in my chest and I could feel myself shaking even worse than before. Was she going to hurt me for not moving towards her fast enough?
‘That’s better.’ she purred and I felt her warm breath on my face. She slowly ran her hands down the sides of my chest and onto my hips, and then squeezed them. Her hands were probably as soft as my skin was and her long fingers had a stupid amount of strength in them. They felt good and I let out an involuntary squeak that made her grin. ‘You liked that, didn’t you?’
‘No.’ I gasped. ‘Please don’t touch me the-ah! S-stop!’
I gasped as she slowly ran her hands up and down my sides, smiling at me as she did so. ‘I can’t believe how smooth your skin is. It feels fucking amazing, Anna. Have you felt it?’
‘W-I?’ I blurted, the question taking me completely by surprise.
‘You haven’t felt your skin?’
‘Why would I have?’ I asked shakily and she continued to caress my sides.
‘Oh my god. You really are innocent, aren’t you?’ she laughed in delight. ‘Ohh! Fuck you’re perfect! I’m so happy I found you.’ She pulled me against her and squashed me into a hug, her larger boobs squashing up against mine and making it difficult to breath. I tried to push myself out of it with my good hand but it was as futile as every other escape attempt I’d made recently.
After about ten seconds she released me and I leant back and gulped in some air, my head feeling slightly dizzy. ‘Uhm…’
Before I could recover she twisted around, shoved me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I screamed and tried to sit up but she slammed me back down with her hands and rested her forehead against mine.
‘What are you doing?’ I said breathlessly, still trying to catch my breath.
Her eyes shone through the black waterfall of hair that was raining down on me and a cruel smile broke her face. ‘What do you think?’
‘I don-ah! Ahh!’ She put her hands on my boobs and gave them both a squeeze, then began pushing down on them. Pleasure spasmed through my body along with burning warmth and I couldn’t speak, for a moment, losing myself in the feeling. She continued to explore my breasts, rubbing her hands heavily across them and squeezing tightly every now and them.
‘S-stop, stop…’ I finally managed to gasp out, breathing heavily. My face was flushed with arousal and I was aware that I’d stopped shaking and was instead twitching slightly, as if warm sparks were showering all over my body. There was a not unpleasant cold feeling running through my stomach and my penis was flooding with warmth.
‘Does it feel good?’ she asked and I gritted my teeth.
I’d never felt as good as I felt right now, but fuck me if I was going to admit it. ‘No!’
‘Hah.’ She breathed and squeezed tightly, forcing a pleasured gasp out of me. ‘You might be able to lie but your body can’t. It’s never felt this good before, I can tell. And I can make it feel so much better, especially with how sensitive it is. Do you want me to?’
I stared up at her, still breathing heavily. Did…did I want her to? I’d never…ever felt this amazing before and I was finding it hard to concentrate on anything other than the pleasure consuming my body. This was fine, wasn’t it? She wasn’t hurting me, and she wasn’t touching my penis or anything, she was just…squeezing my boobs…
That I shouldn’t have.
Because I was a boy, not a girl. This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t have boobs! This was wrong!
‘No!’ I gasped and struggled my way through the ocean of please. ‘No! I’m a boy! I’m not….this isn’t good, this isn’t…I shouldn’t have boobs, this isn’t supposed to….not uhm…it’s not right, I’m a boy! I’m not a girl!’
‘Owh, munckin. You’re so wrong.’ Lain sighed and gently caressed my breasts, her fingers running over my nipples. A new wave of pleasure rippled through me and weird, whimpering squeak escaped my lips. ‘How can you say you’re not a girl when you make sounds like that?’
‘I’m not a girl!’ I made the weird whimpering sound again as she pinched my nipples, only louder. Oh my god…that felt way too good. What the hell…
‘Ohh, I hope you keep…’ She began but trailed off with a frown and I heard the sound of the bathroom wall opening. To my immense relief she slipped off of me and turned around to look at Tegan, who was exiting the bathroom. I crawled to the other side of the bed, uncomfortably aware of how erect my penis had become. I glanced down at it and saw that it wasn’t fully erect, but it was still large enough to make me feel sick and all of the pleasure drained out of my body, replaced by a deep shame. I’d nearly lost myself in the pleasure of Laine touching my chest. Laine, the woman who’d kidnapped me and fucking spanked me. There was no way I should have felt that good because of her.
I felt nauseous and leant forward, squashing my penis between my thighs and hiding it from view. God that thing made me sick.
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.’ Tegan said from behind me and I heard the wall click shut.
‘Hah…it’s probably good that you did.’ Laine said and I squawked in surprise as she put an arm around my stomach and pulled me back onto her lap. ‘I was getting a bit carried away, wasn’t I little lamb?’
‘Yes!’ I huffed and squirmed about on her lap.
‘Did you find her a dress to wear?’
‘Oh! Yes, I did!’ Laine placed me to her side, got up and went over to the foot of the bed, where she’d placed a dress and some underwear. I crawled over warily and she held the dress up with a bright smiled. It was rosy pink with a small white V-neck collar that had a red heart in the middle, and its short sleeves ended in white folded cuffs. The flowing skirt had a white bottom as well, folded up like the cuffs, and there were two long diagonal slits in the side that were completely white and led into the bottom white line. ‘What do you think?’
I reached out and felt the fabric, finding it to be soft and light, but relatively thick. It felt silky too but not like the nightdresses had. It was…nicer somehow. Probably because it was thicker I guess, I don’t know, but I really liked how it felt. Not enough to want to actually wear it though.
‘I want to tend to her hand before she gets dressed.’ Tegan said and came over with the white box that I’d glimpsed before, and I saw now that it was a first aid kit.
‘You brought that up with you.’ I said slowly and an unpleasant thought popped into my head. ‘Did you already know I’d hurt my hand?’
‘Yep.’ Tegan said as she opened the kit and took out a roll of bandage along with a silvery-grey tube.
‘How d-’
‘Cameras.’ She picked up my right arm and unscrewed the top of the tube while Laine watched in silence. ‘There are cameras covering every part of the room, even in the wardrobe and bathroom.’
My heart sunk and I stared around the room trying to see one, but nothing obvious caught my eye. Of course there’d be cameras watching me, I should have realised that yesterday. I’d been kidnapped, my right to privacy was pretty much dead at this point.
‘Is someone watching me all the time?’
‘No. Everything is recorded and archived, and we have a girl who works in the camera room and monitors everything, but she’s got other things to watch besides you.’ Tegan squeezed out a greyish liquid onto my knuckles and gently rubbed in it. It burnt but not badly enough to make me cry out, and after a couple of seconds Tegan had completely rubbed it into my skin and I couldn’t feel it anymore. ‘We’re not watching you twenty-four seven, don’t worry.’
‘We do check on you before we enter though.’ Laine grinned. ‘So don’t try anything sneaky, okay? You’ll just embarrass yourself.’
I flushed and turned away from her, feeling stupid. My attempt at escaping before hadn’t even had the smallest chance of success.
Tegan began wrapping the bandage around my hand, starting from my knuckles and going down to my elbow. She smiled at me as she did so and I smiled back. My hand was feeling better already; the liquid had made the cuts on my hand numb and the tightness of the bandage was putting feeling back into my arm again.
‘There we go! All done!’ she said as she secured the bandage with two metal clips connected by an elastic band. ‘How does it feel?’
‘Much better! Thank you.’ I said and she beamed at me. ‘I w-oh.’ Laine had appeared in front of me with a similar mug to the day before, only smaller, and pushed it into my good hand. ‘Oh…is this the same thing from last night?’
‘Yep. It’s your special drink to make you strong and healthy.’ Laine beamed and then her eyes darkened. ‘Now hurry up and drink it so we can get you dressed and out of here. ’
I licked my licks distastefully and raised the mug to my lips, then, deciding to not prolong the moment, gulped it all down in one go. I managed not to cough any of it up this time as well, mainly because the amount was smaller this time and I already knew what it tasted like, and also because it was lukewarm instead of hot. Once it was down I made a disgusted sound and shoved the mug back into Laine’s hand, who smiled and put it on the desk with all the pens.
‘Good girl!’ Tegan said and patted me on the head. ‘Now let’s lets you dressed and make you pretty.’
I felt Laine’s eyes staring at me as I followed Tegan to end of the bed and shivered, but made sure not to look at her.
‘Right. Have you ever worn a bra before?’ Tegan asked as she picked up the one Laine had chosen, a white slightly padded one with a silk bow in the middle.
‘Of course not!’ I snapped uncomfortably. I really didn’t want to put that thing on.
‘Really? You’ve never tried on any of your sister’s clothes before? Or your mothers?’ Tegan asked in surprise.
I crinkled my nose in disgust. ‘No. I’ve never be able to fit into mums clothes, even if I wanted to, which I never did! She’s morbidly obese, so much so that I’m surprised I…’
I trailed off and clenched my hands into fists. I didn’t want to think about her. And Tegan apparently had a gigantic file on me that she’d memorized anyway, she didn’t need me to talk about mum.
‘What about your sisters clothes then?’ Laine said from behind me, not unkindly.
I twitched guiltily. ‘W-well, yes but, not her underwear.’
‘Not even once? Just to see what it felt like?’ Laine asked.
‘No! I…’ I began, and then grimaced. ‘Well, yes! But only once, and I was ten at the time. It was after I broke my leg, I pretended that it was still broken for a week after it’d healed so I had the house to myself during the day, and I…explored the house.’
‘You “explored” the house, huh?’ Laine’s eyes glittered with amusement. ‘Which included your sisters room?’
‘Well she never let me in there so I was really curious about it!’ I snapped. ‘That’s normal, isn’t it? I just wanted to see what it looked like from the inside, and I ended up getting a bit carried away.’
‘I’d hardly call dressing up in her underwear getti-’
‘I thought you wanted me to get dressed as quickly as possible.’ I interrupted shakily, really not wanting to talk about this anymore. I’d blocked out the memories of that day for most of my life and I didn’t want to relive it, ever. I wasn’t even sure why I’d even started talking about it.
Laine stared at me and seemed to fight with herself for a moment before grimacing. ‘Yes. We can talk about this later. I want to get today started as soon as possible.’
‘Alright.’ Tegan said and tapped me so I turned around to face her. ‘Hold your arms up.’ I did so and she slipped the bra over my hands and onto my chest, and then clipped it closed at the back. I tried not to show how embarrassed I was but that failed as soon as Tegan put her hands in the cups and lifted my boobs up.
‘What!’ I spluttered and backed up into her.
‘I’m making it fit properly so it’s comfortable.’ Tegan said and adjusted the bra for a moment, then slipped her hands out. ‘How does that feel?’
My face burned as I looked down at my chest, seeing the bra fitted comfortably against my boobs. I tentatively touched them and then jerked my hand away. It felt weird and embarrassing, worse than being just naked. I wanted to rip it off and refuse to put it back on, but the thought of what Laine would do to me if I did that sent a fearful chill down my spine, so I instead just looked up at Tegan. ‘It feels fine. It’s…comfortable.’
‘It’s not too tight?’ Tegan asked and I shook my head. ‘Good! Now for your panties.’
I stiffened but didn’t resist as she gently lifted my right leg up and put it through a pair of white panties, then did the same with my left leg and slipped them up. Once again though, she did something unexpected by tucking my genitals underneath me and securing them there with the panties, which she pulled up so tight it was almost painful.
‘Agh!’ I squeaked and glared at her. ‘Why’d you do that?’
‘You don’t want a lump showing through the dress, do you?’ she asked and I blinked.
‘Oh! Eew! No!’ I said in disgust as I imagined myself in the dress with a lump between my legs. The image made me wince and I tried to push it out of my head. Fuck. Fuck. I didn’t even want to wear the stupid dress, let alone have my penis showing underneath it.
I trembled and began to slip the panties off, my disgust at the whole situation increasing. I couldn’t do this. This was insane, I shouldn’t even have let Tegan put the bra on me, what had I been thinking?
Lain grabbed my arm as I began to undress, and I flinched and spun around to face her.
‘If you take those off then I’ll be forced to discipline you again.’ She said darkly. ‘And you don’t want that now, do you?’
I stared up at her with wide eyes, shaking even more. ‘I don’t, but…I don’t want to wear a dress! Please, can’t you understand how I feel? This is humiliating. I’m a boy! I can’t wear a dress! I should have breasts, or hips like this or…or this whole body! I don’t even want a penis! It’s dis-’
I cut myself off, my eyes widening even more. I didn’t want a penis. It was the only thing connecting me to my old body and I hated it, despised it, found it the most disgusting thing about this whole situation.
And I hated it just as strongly now as I had when I’d been a man, refusing to touch it and only look at it when I had to.
Would I be happier if I had a vagina?
I…I…I…what…
My arms dropped to my side and I just stared ahead, my brain jarring. Laine smiled sadly and let go of my arm.
‘I do understand how you feel, Anna.’ Laine said in lighter tone. ‘And one day you will too. Now, are you going to let Tegan finish dressing you?’ I nodded mutely and she patted me on the head with a smile. ‘Good little lamb.’
She stepped away and Tegan took her place, holding up the dress and unzipping it at the back. She turned it around and lowered it for me to step into, which I did so, then slipped my arms into the sleeves as she pulled it up. It fit almost perfectly and when she zipped it up a comfortable wave of warmth spread through me. I’d never worn something that fit me so perfectly and didn’t feel uncomfortable at the same time.
It felt good. The inside layer of the dress was a soft silk similar to the nightdress from before, but once again slightly thicker, although not as thick as the outside layer. The dress was heavier than I would have expected because of the outside layer’s thickness but that just made it feel more comfortable, like I was being gently hugged. The skirt ended just above my knees and when I moved it brushed against my legs, creating a feeling that I really enjoyed for some reason. It kind of felt like hands caressing my legs…
‘You look amazing.’ Laine breathed when Tegan turned me around to face her. ‘I knew that dress would look good on you. How does it feel?’
‘It feels alright.’ I said and ran my hands up and down my sides, enjoying how that felt. The fabric felt amazing pushed up against my skin and against my hands. My boobs felt nice too, hugged by the thick silk and slightly pushed together. It felt kind of like Laine was touching them again…
I felt my cheeks turning red and forced myself to stop feeling the dress. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good, it was a dress. I felt more comfortable in it than I did in just the bra and panties though, and a large part of me just wanted to accept the feeling and move on.
My head was still struggling with the realisation that maybe I might not want a penis, as well as all of the fear and shame from the last couple of hours, and it didn’t seem all that bad an idea to just lose myself in the pleasure I was feeling at the moment and deal with the complicated emotional stuff later. It just felt good; it wasn’t like I was getting turned on or anything like I had when Laine had played with my boobs. It was just comfortable, and after what I’d been through I deserved to feel a little comfort, didn’t I? So what if it was because of a dress, it wasn’t like…
It wasn’t like I’d never worn a dress before.
What was the harm?
Truth's Purity
Synopsis: Anna is collared and remembers some confusing moments from her past.
Chapter 8: Collared
The choice to lose myself in the pleasure was made easier by Laine suddenly grabbing my sides and squeezing them like she had before. I gasped and grabbed her arms, then let out a pleased sigh as she began running her hands over the dress, pushing down onto my skin underneath. I tried to clear my head but she pushed down harder with her hands, then ran them down my back and rested them just above the curve of my spine.
‘You feel amazing.’ she said and pulled me into her. I put up my arms so I wouldn’t squash against her stomach and ended up grabbing onto it instead, blushing and staring up at her. She smiled and then gently moved her hands down onto my butt, giving it a little squeeze that somehow felt good despite the pain from before still being present. I whimpered as she squeezed harder, a part of me enjoying her touching me while I was up against her like this, feeling the warmth of her stomach against my face and arms. I didn’t have time to analyse that thought though as she kept sending waves of pleasure through my body with her hands, breaking my concentration.
Tegan knelt down and put a pair of knee-high white socks on my feet, all while I was still holding onto Laine as she explored my body in the dress. I felt bad ignoring her but it was hard to focus on anything other than the warmth Laine was creating inside of me.
‘Do you want to collar her now?’ Tegan asked once she’d put the socks on and Laine nodded.
‘Collar me?’ I asked as Laine let me go, somewhat reluctantly. I was feeling very hot and brushed my hands through my hair. I wanted her to touch me again.
‘Every pet needs a collar.’ Laine said, kissing me gently on the forehead and taking the briefcase from Laine. I looked at the collar around Tegan’s neck and my stomach sank.
Oh.
‘I don’t…’ I began but stopped, realising that there was no point in saying that I didn’t want to wear one.
‘You’re learning fast.’ Laine grinned when I stopped myself from talking. She put the briefcase onto the makeup desk and opened it with a metallic clink. I walked over and she stood to the side to let me see in. There were an array of fine steel chains hanging from hooks embedded in the back of the top section, but my attention was drawn to the lower section where five collars lay, fitted into a soft black velvety backing.
Laine picked up the largest one and showed it to me. It was similar to the one Tegan wore, black with a silver plate in the middle, but it said “Anna: Girl in training. Property of Laine.” in a neat, black curved font. The metal ends of the collar were designed to fit into each other kind of like a seat belt, but much smoother. When they were connected they’d just look like a small metal bar and a horrible feeling ran through me. There didn’t look like there was a way to unclip them once they were connected.
There was also a silver hoop directly underneath the name plate, connected to the collar by another small hoop that was set into a silver circle.
‘Cute, right?’ Laine said with a smile that reached her eyes. ‘Tegan, could you hold her hair up so I can put it on?’
‘U-uhm!’ I stammered as Tegan did so, leaving my neck exposed. Fear was suddenly clawing at my stomach. Something about the collar terrified me. Laine didn’t own me, I wasn’t her pet or her toy or doll or whatever! But having her put a collar around me that claimed that she owned me made all of that seem much harder to deny.
And my name…it wasn’t Anna. I didn’t want to have that around my neck, telling everyone who saw me that that was my name. A girls name. A girl in training…
I tried to back away from Laine but Tegan held me steady. ‘Can you ju-’
‘Now, I was going to put this on you yesterday but I didn’t have the time.’ Laine spoke over me. ‘I assume that the importance of being collared by me is fairly obvious though, so I won’t insult you by going into too much detail. But just know that this is a symbol of my ownership of you, a reminder to you and everyone who sees you that your body belongs to me. You are mine, my pet, my-’
‘I’m not your pet! You don’t own me!’
Her lips twitched. ‘You are mine, Anna. And nothing you say will change that. Now, hold still.’
I did not hold still and instead renewed my struggle to break free of Tegan’s hold. ‘I’m not yours! You can say whatever you want but you don’t own me! And my names not Anna! It’s Dav-’
I screamed as Tegan clutched my hair and jerked my head back. ‘What did I say about saying that name?’
‘Shut up! My name’s Da-’
‘Anna.’ Laine said savagely and grabbed my neck. ‘Your name is Anna. See? It says so on this collar. Anna: Girl in training.’ I squeaked and stared at her with wide eyes, but couldn’t form words with her hand on my neck. ‘Now, keep her steady. I’m putting it on now.’
She let go of my neck and I immediately tried to tell her to stop, but she slammed the front of the collar against my throat and my words ended in a pained whimper. She wrapped the collar around my neck and it closed with a loud click, one that echoed through my body.
Laine stepped away as Tegan let go of my hair, and I dropped to the ground. I immediately clutched at the collar and began pulling at it, desperately trying to get it off. It fit perfectly around my neck, with just over a fingers width space between it and my skin, and its insides were a soft, smooth kind of velvet.
Oh god.
‘It’s not going to come off.’ Laine said, kneeling down and smiling down at me. I was distinctly aware of how much taller she was than me, even when kneeling. ‘The metal clips can’t be undone and the leather’s strong enough that it’ll take more than just a simple pair of scissors to even put a dent into it.’
‘This’ll be on me forever?’ I asked in horror and began renewing my efforts to tear it off. It didn’t help that only one of my hands was working right. Every time I spoke the collar rubbed gently against my throat, making me constantly aware of it.
‘Of course not.’ Laine smiled and grabbed my wrists. ‘When our training’s done and you’re truly mine, not just in body but in heart and soul as well, you’ll get a collar like Tegan’s.’
I glanced up at Tegan, who had picked up a silver hairbrush from the desk and was kneeling down next to us. She touched her collar and looked at me without saying anything, her eyes serious.
‘What do you mean, heart and soul as well?’ I asked, slightly disquieted by Tegan’s eyes.
‘When you accept me as your master, your soul will belong to me. And when you love me as much as I love you then your heart will belong to me.’ Laine said and I blinked. Was she serious. Was she serious?
‘Love?’ I asked and a laugh burst out of me, cold and bitter. ‘Love? I’d never love you. I never even loved my parents, who-’
I froze, remembering what I’d just realised in the shower with Tegan, about her being nicer to me than my parents had ever been. Obviously I’d never loved them, saying that I never had meant nothing in this kind of conversation.
Something cold and sad pooled inside my stomach, but I grimaced and ignored it. God. I did not need to deal with my depression at the moment.
‘Are you okay?’ Laine asked with a smile that suggested she knew what I’d been thinking.
‘I-I’m fine.’ I said and then winced in pain as Tegan began brushing my hair, dragging out some of the knots that having a shower had created.
‘You’re so cute when you lie.’ Laine leant closer. ‘Your cheeks turn red and you bite your lips, like you’re embarrassed by it. You’re such a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?’
I stared at her guiltily. Did I really act like that when I lied?
She went back to the briefcase and came back with the two other collars, which were just smaller versions of the one around my neck minus the nameplate. I’d completely forgotten about them.
They had hoops on them too, ones with small silver chains hanging off of them. One ended in a small hoop and the other in a clip.
‘Hold out your hands.’ Laine commanded me and I swallowed nervously.
‘You need to collar my hands too?’
‘These aren’t collars. They’re cuffs.’ she explained. ‘They are another symbol of ownership, like your collar, but they’re primarily going to be used to keep you from moving around when I need you to stay still.’
‘Like handcuffs?’ I asked nervously.
‘Yes!’ she beamed and my stomach clenched. ‘Like handcuffs.’
‘Are these going to be on me forever too?’ I grabbed the collar around my neck and gave it a frustrated tug.
‘I told you, you’re not going to be wearing that forever. When you’re ready you’ll get a collar like Tegan, and you won’t need these cuffs anymore so they’ll be removed. Now hold out your hands.’
‘I…’
‘Don’t make me ask you again.’ She said softly and a chill ran down my back. I slowly held put my hands and she clipped the cuffs onto them. ‘There we go. Good girl.’
I pulled at the cuffs, which had the same insides as the collar, and were also perfectly sized. They jingled due to the chains and the image of a cat with a bell attacked to its collar came to mind, making me grit my teeth. She really was turning me into her pet, wasn’t she?
‘Do you want me to style her hair in any way?’ Tegan asked as she continued to brush my hair. It felt quite nice when she didn’t come across any knots, kind of similar to when she was massaging my head in the shower. Nobody had ever brushed my hair before.
‘Not today. No make-up either. It’ll just get ruined once we start.’ Laine said regretfully and looked at me for a moment. ‘Actually, maybe put a headband on to keep her hair out of her face. One of the red ones, that should look nice.’
‘Good idea.’ Tegan said, getting up and going over to the desk. Laine went over as well and grabbed the last two collars from the briefcase.
‘Can you guess where these go?’ she asked with a smirk as she came back.
‘Yes.’ I grimaced and stood up. ‘My legs.’
‘Well done!’ she clapped her hands together and knelt down to clip them onto my feet. I didn’t bother resisting. ‘There we go! You’re all set!’
I looked down at my legs and saw the cuffs fitted on top of the white socks I was wearing. Thankfully they didn’t have any chains attached to them, but they did have hoops for them to be attached in the future. They were looser than the ones on my wrist but when I tried to slip my feet out of them I found that they weren’t that loose.
Tegan walked over with a blood red headband and smiled at me. ‘Push your hair behind your ears for me sweetie, and I’ll put this on for you.’ I did so, the chains on my wrist cuffs jingling again, and Tegan carefully slipped the headband on. It didn’t feel as uncomfortable as I thought it would but I did move it around a bit until I couldn’t feel the ends of it digging into my face anymore. Tegan adjusted it a bit as well and then grinned. ‘Aww. You look so cute.’
‘Thanks.’ I said uncomfortably and once again tugged at the collar.
‘Come here baby.’ Laine said and ran her hands down my hair, then grabbed my arm and led me to the make-up desk. ‘I want you to look at yourself.’
A jolt ran through my stomach and I stared down at the desk. I didn’t want to see myself again, didn’t want to feel what I’d felt the other day. ‘I-I know what I look like.’
‘No you don’t. You’ve been avoiding your reflection all morning.’ Laine said impatiently. ‘I thought you’d at least have looked at yourself when you put on the dress but you didn’t.’
‘I don’t want to see myself in a dress!’
‘Why not?’
‘Because I’m a boy!’ I said angrily. ‘It’s embarrassing! I don’t want to see wh-urk!’
Laine grabbed me under the chin and forced me to look up at the mirror. ‘She is not a boy. And she is you, Anna. Look!’ For a moment all I could see was my face, a scared and wide-eyed girl’s face, and then I closed my eyes and backed away. Laine let go of my chin and went behind me, holding me in place with her hands on my shoulders. ‘Look!’
I held out for a couple seconds longer but…
Something inside me broke and I opened my eyes to look at the girl Laine had turned me into.
My black hair was kept out of my face by the red headband but it sprawled past it at the sides and hid all but the top of it, framing my face and making my pale complexion stand out even more. My wide eyes looked at me fearfully, the emotion enhanced by my lush eyebrows and the largeness of my pupils.
I looked so young…so scared and fragile and…beautiful…
My curved pink lips began trembling.
The collar caught my eye, its thick black leather standing out dramatically from my skin. I raised my hands to grab it and froze. They looked so small and delicate now, trapped in the wrist cuffs. No, they didn’t look small and delicate, they were small and delicate. I’d practically shredded the right one weakly punching a wall.
Then, for the first time, I looked at my body’s reflection. I could only see my upper body but that was enough for the moment. Seeing my slight shoulders, petite chest and small waist, along with my boobs pushing out against the pink dress…
That was…too much…
Oh my god…
I was so small. No wonder I couldn’t fight off Laine and Tegan. I’d probably have trouble fighting off a drunken kitten.
My body was…
I really was a girl…
I just wanted to be happy
Like the girls at school
YOU’RE NOT A GIRL YOU STUPID CUNT!
I gasped and started to fall backwards, a mess of emotions surging up inside of me. If Laine hadn’t of been holding me then I’d have hit the floor.
‘It’s okay.’ she said softly and put me down on the chair, which was thankfully facing away from the mirror. I clutched at my face and leant down, the fragmented memory already melting away now that I wasn’t looking at myself. What the fuck was that…
‘What did you do to me…’ I breathed.
‘I fixed you. I made you perfect.’
‘T-this isn’t perfect. It’s…I look so young…’
‘You look like an eighteen year old who started puberty late.’ Laine said softly and squeezed my shoulders. ‘And you could probably pass for much younger than that if you wanted.’
‘I don’t want to pass for anything. I’m a twenty one year old man.’ I said, although I didn’t have the energy to put any force behind my words.
‘You were. Now you’re not.’
I looked at her and a tear slid down my face. ‘Why did you do this to me? Why me? What did I do to deserve this?’
‘You make it sound like I’m punishing you.’ She said and anger flashed through me.
‘You are!’ I shrieked and grabbed her shirt, ignoring the pain that tore through my right hand. ‘I don’t want to be like this! It’s a nightmare! I can’t live like this! I hate it! I look weak and pathetic and embarrassing and disgusting and p-perverted!’
‘None of that’s true.’ Laine said and grabbed my hands. ‘And you shouldn’t talk like that; you sound like your father. Those are all words he’s used to describe you in the past.’
Her words hit me like a fist to the stomach and I gaped at her. What the…
She was right. I hadn’t even realised it but…it was true. Dad called me weak and pathetic all the time, and when he was angry with me he’d say I was an embarrassment to the family, that he was disgusted with me.
And he’d called me a pervert when he’d…
When…
I…no…
Huh?
I shook my head, so violently that I nearly blacked out again. I clenched Laine’s shirt harder and took in a shaky breath. I felt sick all of a sudden.
I hadn’t thought about dad in years. How had Laine even known that was what he always said to me? How was something like that in her file? Had she asked him?
I…didn’t want to think about that.
I lifted up my head and stared up at Laine while taking in a deep, shaky breath. She was looking down at me pityingly and something almost broke inside me. Why the fuck…urgh…I was so tired.
‘I don’t want to be a girl.’ I said weakly and she smiled sadly, wiping a tear from my face.
She turned to Tegan, who’d been watching us silently. ‘Could you get some shoes for her? Ones like yours, but with more of a heel.’
Tegan nodded and disappeared into the wardrobe for a moment before coming back with the shoes Laine had asked for. They were indeed like the ones she wore, black Mary Janes, but the heels on them were longer. She lifted up my feet to put them on and looked at me for a moment, seeming to expect me to resist, but I just didn’t have the willpower to. Wearing girl’s shoes with slight heels wasn’t nearly as bad as having this horrible collar around my neck.
Seeing that I wasn’t going to do anything, Tegan slipped them onto my feet and buckled them up for me. As soon as they were on I felt the difference immediately, despite the heels only being about the length of my hand, maybe a little shorter. I’d spent the last three years wearing the same brand of sneakers, a flat-heeled one that I only bothered to replace when I’d worn holes through them, and it was pretty much the same with my old school shoes. Flat, cheap and only replaceable when full of holes.
‘Okay, up you get.’ Laine said once Tegan was done, pulling me to my feet. I stumbled awkwardly as I stood up, my feet not used to the new angle they were forced to be at, and if it wasn’t for Laine’s hands on mine I’d have probably fallen over. She handed me off to Tegan and went over to the briefcase again, and I couldn’t see what she was doing but I could hear the clinking of chains.
‘Careful.’ Tegan smiled and held me steady as I almost fell over trying to get a better view of what Laine was doing. ‘You need to be move a bit slower until you get used to walking in heels.’
‘I do-’
‘You don’t want to get used to walking in heels.’ she finished my sentence with a smile and I glared at her, making her smile turn into a wide grin. ‘What? That’s what you were going to say, right?’
I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of being right so I ignored her and watched as Laine closed the briefcase and came over, a long length of silvery chain in her hands.
‘Right. Time for us to get going.’ She said and clipped one end of the chain to the hoop on my collar, then locked it shut with a small black padlock. I gasped and pulled away but was jerked back by her grip on the chain. My stomach grew cold and I tried to pull away again but couldn’t.
‘Get this off of me! I’m not a dog!’ I snapped and grabbed the chain.
‘No, but you are my pet.’ Laine said as she let her length of the chain drop and held onto a black leather band that was connected to her end. ‘You can think of yourself as a kitten if that makes you feel better.’
‘It doesn’t.’ I said, although for a moment a very cute image of a tiny black and white kitten being walked on a leash did flash through my mind.
‘Until I can trust you to move around by yourself then you’re going to be leased every time you leave this room, so I suggest you get used to it fast.’ Laine tugged on her end and I totted towards her, my face burning with frustration and shame. The chain wasn’t that long, probably as long as I was tall, and as such there was barely any leverage for me to move around. ‘Now come on, we’ve got a big day ahead of us.’
She took out her phone and used it to make the wall open, then walked out of the room. I squeaked as the collar tugged at me and hurried after her, somehow managing to not fall over.
‘See you tonight.’ Tegan said from behind me and I turned around to see her watching us leave.
Then the wall slid shut again and I was alone with Laine.