The School Room
What really is happening to all of those missing kids you see on milk cartons? I have no idea either, but it makes the excuse for a story.
The School Room
by Koalas
Chapter 1
What really is happening to all of those missing kids you see on milk cartons? I have no idea either, but it makes the excuse for a story.
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I woke up with a head ache. The first thing that I heard was the moaning of a lot of people around me. Then I realized that I was also one that was making noise. As I woke up I opened my eyes, and I immediately regretted it. But as I squinted them open again, I could see that there were a lot of other kids my age all around me. Someone must have gone on a rampage and drugged a hundred boys and then brought them here.
I sat up and looked around. There was a couple of boys that was walking around and yelling, a couple like me just sitting up, but most were still sleeping.
Since most of the others were asking what happened, I guessed that what ever happened to me happened to them.
Someone must have kidnapped all of us. The last thing I remember was ridding my bike home from school and being stopped by someone to ask directions. They must have knocked me out with some kind of drugs and brought me and all of them here.
I got up slowly. The floor was nothing more than mattresses sitting next to each other. It was not easy getting up because I was still shaky in the knees. It was also hard to walk on top of the mattresses. There was four walls with no doors down here. Twenty feet or more above us was a walkway all the way around. There was a couple of doors up there, but I didn't see anyway to get up there. And I was sure that they didn't mean for any of us to get up there anyway.
I walked to one of the walks and started banging on it.
“What are you doing?” someone asked me from behind.
“I'm seeing how thick these walls are.” I answered.
“Why” he asked.
“Think about it. Who ever kidnapped all of us is not going to think twice about killing all of us once he get the ransoms that he is demanding. Or maybe just kill a couple, and return the bodies, to show everyone else that he means business.” I said.
The other kid just looked at me. “Do you really think so?”
“Look around you, we were all abducted and brought here. You tell me for what other reason it could be?” I said.
The wall seemed to be covered with pink quilted padding. I tried to rip it off but the covering was to strong for me. No matter that it look weak it was made of something that was very strong. Or at least to strong for an twelve year old to tear through.
“Why do you think that we are all here for?” I asked.
“I don't remember anything. I was just coming home from baseball practice. And I don't remember anything else.” he said.
“Where are you from?” I asked.
“I'm from Lake Land” He said.
“Where is that” I asked.
“Close to Bartlett” he said.
“Where is that?” I asked.
“Next to Memphis” he said.
“What state is that in?” I asked.
“Tennessee” he answered. “Where are you from?”
“I'm from Riverside, California, that's near Los Angeles” I said.
“You came a long way to get to Tennessee.” He said.
“Are you sure that we are in Tennessee?” I asked. “I bet that everyone is from all over the country, and that we might be anywhere, maybe not even in the United States anymore.”
“After all why would they stay in the United States with everyone in the country looking for them. They must be terrorist. Just think of the terror they caused by abducting a hundred kids from all over the United States at one time. That would get everyone scared for their kids. No parent would let them go to school again. Especially if the kids never came back alive. That means that we all have to escape or at least one so that they can go for help.” I said, voicing my inner fear.
He looked at me and grew pale.
“Why don't you tell everyone to pass the message. Also to check on all of the guys that are still asleep, and ask if they have been kidnapped also.” I said.
“OK” he said and started off.
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I worked on making a tear in this stuff. I finally made a tear in it big enough to get my hand in. Behind it was packed with pillow stuff. I started working my hand in. I was past my elbow before I reached the wall. The wall felt like concrete.
I went back to about where I woke up at. My blanket was still there.
I looked around and most of the kids were awake now.
“HELLO” boomed a voice from overhead.
“I'm glad that I've got your attention now.” It said it a quieter volume.
“I am now your master. Your life now depends on how well you obey me. You belong to me. If you please me, I will feed you, if you displease me, I will torture you til you wish you were dead. And if you make me angry I will kill you with out a second thought.”
“I will tell you a story. Once, long ago in Roman times there was a band of wandering soldiers. They were lonely for female companionship. So they went to a town called Sabin. There they took off with all of the maidens and made them into their wives.”
“I come from a different culture, and different needs. I have carried off my maidens, and I expect my harem to please me. Like those Sabin women, they need to be trained and broken, but you will learn to obey.”
“Now the first command is that everyone give me their clothes. I will then give you new names and new clothes that you will wear for me. When I have everyone’s clothes, they you may eat, not before. So decide now if you want to be feed and naked, or clothed and starve to your demise.”
“You will soon learn that the sooner that you obey, better it is for you.”
I could hear that the speakers weren't being used any more. And I guess that everyone else could too. The noise in the room was soon higher in volume.
“What do you think?” I heard next to me.
I looked around to the kid next to me. I thought about it for a second.
“When the choice is between bad and worst, and we really don't have a choice. We do what he says for now. What else can anyone do? As we get hungrier we'd do it anyway.” I said.
“No about all that other stuff he said.”
“He must already be crazy. Who else but a crazy person would kidnap a hundred kids in the first place.” I answered.
“If he really wanted us all naked he could have stripped us while we were drugged. This is about doing what he says, more than all of that other junk he said to scare us.” I said. I stood up and started to undress. I didn't want to be first, but someone had to.
“What are you doing?” a big blond kid yelled at me as he came stumbling across the room toward me.
“Stripping like the guy said to do.” I answered.
“Didn't you understand what else he said.” Big blond said.
“Yep, and are you going to make everyone else starve or maybe if you think about it he could just as easily sent in a couple of adults and strip each or us, or maybe drug us again and then strip us, or maybe this room also has ways of killing all of us at once. It doesn't matter in the end, It's his ball, his bat, and he's making all of the rules and we can't just leave the game and go home. It's a game that we are going to have to play with the sick dickhead until the police, the CIA or someone else finds us.” I said.
“Anyone who's crazy enough to kidnap a hundred kids is crazy enough to kill a hundred kids, they do it all the time in the middle east. Haven't you been listening to his accent? My dad is a policeman, he told me that they only thing that a person who is kidnapped should do is survive. So I'm going to survive until my dad finds me.” I said.
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It took a couple of hours. A pile of clothes grew in the corner of the room. A couple of feet from the shower heads and six toilets in the only area that was not a foot deep bed.
The middle of the ceiling started to come down. I thought that it was a big light fixture but now that it was moving, it must be like an elevator.
“I want you to put all of your clothes on the lift.” the mysterious voice said.
Soon there was a dozen kids helping to move the clothes. There is nothing like boredom for a twelve year old to work at anything.
After the clothes was slowly raised to the ceiling. It was boredom again.
The center of the ceiling started to lower itself again. It was lowered by four thick round cables at four corners. There was little hope of anyone climbing up them, since they were well greased, much less a hundred of us.
When it got down it stopped about three feet from the ground. On the 'table' was metal lunch boxes.
“Inside each box is a necklace. Each of you will wear one. It has your new name on it. You will wear it at all times. So pick your box carefully, it is your new life. You will also only speak your new name, and speak the new name the others. If anyone is caught speaking an old name given before today, I will take great pleasure in putting a piercing in your tongue and attaching a stone the size of your fist so that you can barely speak or even eat. So think twice before you decide to disobey me. You have been well warned about the crime and the punishment. So you have no one to blame but yourself.”
No one was as eager to get lunch as before. Their was a great hesitation at the table in taking hold of more boxes. At last the finally box were taken. Some kids even took a couple and passed them out to others. I went up and got one from the last few left, and brought it back to my bed.
I just sat and looked at the box for a while. I was not really hungry and wondered if I should open it and eat, or ignore it. Those that opened up their boxes around me were not that impressed with lunch. It was only a salad and those that tried the dressing on the salad was not that impressed by the taste. But then it hit me. Were were most likely still in the United States because of just that. Salads and individually wrapped salad dressings in English were probable not in other countries.
So I leaned over to the guy next to me and said. “Pass it on, the salad dressing is in English, so we are in the United States which means that the police will be finding us pretty soon.”
He look at me, and then looked at the salad dressing and then smiled. And then I heard him mumble to the group next to him most of what I'd said, the rest I couldn't hear.
I looked down at lunch. I was afraid of the name that was there. I could see the necklaces of others were really a throat choker that was tight around the neck. Someone said that it looked like there was electronics on it also and that it was kinda heavy.
Knowing all of that I finally opened the box. There on the top was the choker. It said 'Elisabeth'. That was now my name while I was here.
“Why are they making all this effort to play mind games while we are here?” I asked no one in particular.
“I don't know either” said someone behind me.
I turned around and looked at another kid sitting on their 'bed' behind me. He looked at me and glanced down at his new necklace.
“And you are now who?” I asked.
“I'm Beatrice now I guess” he said and then look back up to me.
“I was going to offer to trade my Elisabeth with someone, but I guess that they picked everyone a name that could not be mistaken for being male, another part of their mind games?” I asked.
“At least you can shorten yours to Beth I bet.” he said.
“I bet not, I'm sure that some where the great voice in the speaker has a rule and punishment about shorting names” I said.
We both smiled at that, as we also both just sat there glancing between looking at each other and looking down at the necklace
It must have been a half an hour before I took the necklace and put it around my neck. I didn't like it but dad said to survive first, escape second, and always try to get your kidnappers to make a mistake so that the police can find you.
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“Put all the boxes back on the table.” the voice demanded.
The few boxes that had not already made their way back to the table was passed back. And it started to go back up.
A half an hour later an amazing thing happened. A section of the wall started to life. After a few seconds it showed what could only be lockers behind it. Someone yelled. “They each have a name on them.” That caused a general movement of everyone toward them. “They must be the new clothes” someone else said out loud.
And I thought 'yea, but what kind of clothes for what kind of mind games now?'
Some of the lower lockers were available but none of them would open. Then one of them did. “It has Lily on it like my necklace.” that person said.
Then there was a small scramble to find their own locker until Lily pulled out a girls bra and matching panties.
Someone pointed out that the lockers was alphabetically arranged. After that there was a lot more order and more guys getting the clothes. No one put on the bra, and the few that put on the things that were suppose to be underwear complained of the string that came up between their butt.
I didn't see anyone put on their bra.
“I gave you clothes, and yet you have not put them on yet. So I start to lower the temperature until everyone has put on what I have given you to put on.” The voice said.
Some of the kids have learned and started to put on the bras, myself included. It slipped over my head and back behind. I heard one girl call it a sports bra or something because it didn't have any way to connect it in the back. But then I discovered that this one had something already in those things that would hold a girls boobs. This one had boobs. And they had something sticky on them to. After I put it on they would stick to my chest. It was weird.
Right away there was a lot of laughing and carrying on as I guess any group of guys would do.
I noticed a cold wind start to blow through. It didn't take any time for the kids to stop goofing around and get the bras on. That wind was cold. Shortly after the last kid got the his on the wind started to change to warm air for a while and then stopped.
All of the lockers that were open started to close on their own, but the wall didn't start to come down.
“Hey I can hear them putting some more stuff in there” one of the kids next to the lockers said.
The room got quiet, you could hear it as the lockers were being filled. It was, to me hard to take what ever new indignity that the voice was going to place on us now. Who ever this was, I hopped that my dad put him away for life, and everyone that helped him.
Everyone could hear the noise, that must have been the unlatching of the lockers on the back side. Most of the kids went straight to their new locker. The first few there showed everyone else what was there. It seemed to be a girls dress. It had a skirt, and the front of a dress, but no back. Then someone showed that there was two straps that went over the shoulders then crossed over in the back, to hold up that shirt thingy.
Everyone’s skirt was pink. But the tops were all different colors. Mine was red, but I saw some light purple ones, blue ones, orange, green and others, but they were all light colors, well except for the red ones.
Well the voice was at least dressing all of the boys like girls. “Pass it around that the voice is playing mind games with us for some reason. Ask around if anyone can figure out why” I said to the boy in front of me, his new name was Eva, and just like last time, he passed it on to the next group.
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It no time there as a room full of young short hair boys in girls clothes in the room. Because we were all around twelve and had these mounds stuck against our chest you couldn't tell that we were not twelve year old girls.
Someone said again. “They are putting more stuff in the lockers.”
I could only guess that they were putting in hair or shoes. Those were the two things missing. I guess that they wouldn't want us to be walking around in shoes on the bed, so it must be wigs or something.
There was nothing to do put to wait and see.
The wait seemed forever. And it became intense as to the next play in this mind game. So far it was nothing but to make us wear girl clothes. But we had them on, so what was the next big surprise.
“It's a purse” the boy said as it laughed at it. It started a general overall laughing madness. They were of course all the same. There seemed to be things inside it to.
After I got mine I took inventory. It had some lipstick. Everyone had different colors. Mine seemed to be a bright red.
It had this thing that was round and opened up with a mirror on one side and some kind of powder puff on the other side.
There was a couple of things I had seen my mom use to make her nails smooth.
There was these bottles of stuff to put on your nails. One was clear, and one was red.
I noticed a lot of noise from another side of the room. I could see that part of that level that we couldn't reach was lowering. As I stood up to see over everyone’s head I could see that it was a stair way that they were lowering. It was going to touch down by the toilets where there wasn't any beds on the floor.
The voice came on again. “Get away from the stairs while we lower them. After they are down each of you are to go to your classroom. As you have already guessed, everyone has their own color. Each door above has a color. After the stairs are down you are to go to your classroom according to your color. Make sure that you bring your new purses with you.”
Just then the stairs made a clang as it hit the floor. Then the nearest kids got close. Finally about ten of them started up the stairs. At the top some went right, and the rest left. They tried the doors as they went. Some of the doors opened, most didn't open.
“There is a classroom here.” the first kid to reach an open door said down to the others.
“They're all alike.” Another said.
“I can't open any of the other doors!” another one said.
Soon there were kids all over the upper level running around and looking inside each of the rooms. I was almost one of the last to go up. What they said was true. In each of the doors that could be opened was a room with a couple of chairs with a table. They were all facing a super large TV screen. There didn't seem to be anything unusually about the classroom, other than it being really small. I noticed that there was names on each of the desk. Girls names of course. So I went to the red room and found my desk. It was the one furthermost from the door. I sat down, under the desk lid was a drawer. I raised the desk lid to the drawer and found a bunch of stuff. Stuff like funny pencils, brushes, and then it hit me, that this was the kind of stuff my mom had on her desk in her room. I didn't know what that stuff was all called, but I knew that it was girl stuff to put makeup on.
“Everyone go to your classroom now, and sit at your desk.” The voice said. I was beginning to hate that voice.
After about 10 minutes it everyone was sitting at a desk. I heard the door click. The kid closest to the door got up and tried it. “We're locked in.” was all he said.
The TV came on. A very beautiful woman's face looked out. “Good afternoon girls. My name is Elsa. I will be your teacher now. There is a lot of things that I must teach you quickly. All of you have been boys for over ten years, now I must teach you to be girls. If you do not learn, then you will die. I understand that no boy ever wants to act like a girl, but you do not have a choice in the matter. When you were born you didn't have a choice in the matter either. You can fight it and be punished until you accept it, which is what is expected to happen. But always remember, that it is your choice to be punished. If you obey, we will not punish you. The punishment is always worst than what we ask you to do.”
There was a lot of groaning and moaning and other mutterings, but the TV was loud enough that anyone could hear over it.
“Now our first lesson is on lipstick. Everyone is given the same color lipstick as their class color.”
There was a lot of noise at this.
“Everyone was told to bring their purse with them. You will always have your purse with you at all times from now on. Inside your purse is lipstick. It looks like this. Everyone have it out.”
Some kids were still getting theirs out. It might have been that they had just now opened their new purses and found the other girls stuff in the purse.
“First you take off the cap like this, then you will hold the middle and twist the bottom. This will make the lipstick come out. And by twisting it the other way you can make the lipstick go back in. Try it a few times to make sure that you know how it works.”
A few guys had trouble. I guess they never played with their mom's lipstick, to know how it worked, and probably never saw their mother work it either.
“Now your desk is called a vanity. Now watch me as show you how to flip over your desk to to make a mirror. First you left it right in front of your tummy. Then pull it up. You can fell it at each position that it can rest. You will have to decide the best for yourself to show your own beauty. Now everyone do it and make sure self a mirror. Good Girls.”
“New that each of you can see your lovely faces lets make them even more beautiful by applying lipstick to them. Have your lipstick open and then start at the edge of your mouth and paint your top lip. When you get close to the center then curve it down like this. Then do the other side also. And then do the bottom.”
“No girl has ever put on lipstick correctly the first time. In your desk you will find a box of tissue. You can use it to remove what you have put on, and do it again. Girls you need to keep trying until you have done the best that you can. That is today’s lesson. When everyone is able to put on their own lipstick to satisfy the sultan then that class will be released for dinner tonight. This Video will repeat for any class that needs more instruction on how to apply lipstick. Good luck girls”
And the TV went off.
I looked around at the others in my class. Mostly we looked like a bunch of clowns. I thing that I started laughing first, but it would be a close call. Soon all of us were laughing and pointing at each other.
“Girls, you should be working on your lesson, not laughing. Your punishment will be earrings. You will learn your lessons, or you will be punished.”
There was instant silence. Then the TV came on.
“Hello Girls, Today’s lesson is earrings. It will require you to help each other. Earrings have already be selected for each of you. The first step is to find them in your desk. They will be in a blue velvet box like this. Please open the top of you desk and find them now.”
I looked down at what was under the desk-mirror now that it was still up. I saw there was a number of almost clear glass lids covering trays in the desk. I saw one that was a deep blue in the back right corner. I lifted the lid and removed the box. I ignored all of the other stuff that was under there. There would be time later I bet to investigate it all.
“If you have not found it yet, wait until after this video and then your girlfriends can help you out. Inside the dark blue velvet box you will find a beautiful pair of earrings that your sultan has selected just for you. You will also find a needle and a number of packages of medical wipes. You will also need your eyebrow pencil to help mark where you are going to put the earrings.”
“Now listen and remember all of my instructions. First someone else will be helping you, two helpers would be best. Second you will be making a mark on each ear. This is where your earring will be going through your ear. See this ear, this is the ideal place to make the mark, so that when your earring hangs down it will look nicest. So make a mark on each ear, then step back and look to make sure it is even. Have others look also to make sure that it is the best placement. Once you have put the needle through your each you will not get a second chance to make it look better. Third will be to have one person squeeze your ear with a finger and thumb. This is to make your ear deaden so that you delicate ear will not feel the needle. Then fourth quickly wipe your ear with a wipe and put the needle through the mark on your ear. Then finally put the earring into the whole. Follow the same steps for the other ear and you will be finished. It might hurt a little bit, but pain is one of the things that girls have to put up with to look good for your sultan.”
The TV faded out again. No on was laughing this time.
“I do not think that we will have to rush putting in earrings. If I am not mistaken we will be locked in here for a long time. So lets go back to learning how to put on lipstick.” I said. I was thinking that the longer I could put off earrings the better for me.
“What if we forget something?” one of the other boys asked.
“Didn't the video before say that they would be playing the video over and over again for those classes that needed it.” I answered.
I started again on applying lipstick, and again and again. I must have tried about twenty times. But at least it was looking like a girl put it on and not a boy. I was staying on the lips most of the time now.
The other boys were giving me glances now and then. “So what where all of the things that she said that we were going to need again?” I asked.
“The blue velvet box” one boy said.
I took my time digging out the dark blue velvet box again. I opened it this time. My earrings was fine gold chains that held together tiny red colored stones. There must have been about twenty little chains and a hundred of those little stones. Each stone was almost to small to see, but there was not ignoring them when placed all together.
I looked to the boy that sat on the right of me. His name said 'Sophia'. “Sophia would you help me to pierce my ears. I can not do it alone. And I don’t think that they are going to allow us out of this room until we have done it ourselves.”
The boy ignored me for a second. But then turned to me. “Oh, sorry I forgot, I'm suppose to be Sophia now. I use to be . . .”
“Shh” I butted in. “Don't say it. Either you, or all of us will be punished again if they catch you.”
“Do you really think that they are watching us?” Sophia said.
“Well because we are being punished with the earrings, don't you think that they would be watching us closer then normal? That earring video was just another lesson that they were going to give anyway, they are just looking for excuses to make us think that they are giving it because they are punishing us, but they are were going to make us wear them at some time in the future anyway.” I said.
Sophia looked like he was thinking about that. “Yea, your right, they that video said that it was today’s lesson, as if it was just another lesson to make us girls. Why do you think that they want to make a bunch of boys into girls for? Why didn't they just kidnap a bunch of girls?”
“Are you sure that they didn't? Should could have just kidnapped who ever they could. They just sold and shipped out all of the girls, and the boys, some they are doing this to, others they must have sold as soldiers, have you noticed that there are no bullies or big guys, and we were they unlucky ones that have no muscles and look a little like girls that they decided to torture this way and make into special sex toys for some sultan that could pay and had the money to pay for it.”
“Won't our parents pay a ransom?” Sophia asked.
“Maybe they couldn't or wouldn't pay it.” I said. “After all we came from all over the US and who knows how long we were all unconscious before we found ourselves in that room together? How many kids have you seen on milk cartons that are missing? Who knows what ever happen to them?”
“What are we going to do?” Sophia asked.
“Like my dad always said, survive first” I answered and handed him the pencil.
He took the pencil and looked at me.
“Are you sure that you want me to do this?”
“Why don't you make them, and then ask the person in front of you what he thinks.” I said.
After marking and wiping off the marks a few times he tapped the boy in front, who ad been paying attention to the two of the whole time and said “Are they level and straight?”
“Yes, they look straight. They renamed me Charlotte which I think is funny, because it was close to my old boys name. Can you do me next Sophia? I'm not sure that I could do anything. My hands are always shaky, and so I think that I would miss if I tried to mark, or us the needle, but I can hold your ears, and wipe them while Sophia uses the needle.” Charlotte said in a gush of speech.
“That sounds like a good idea. Altho I am still not in-favor of getting my ears pierced, I know that there is no way around it, and they are going to make us do it to each other too, another one of their mind games they are playing with us.” I said.
A half an hour later everyone had pierce ears. Everyone's earrings were large ones. Some of the boys had loops that were two inches across. Mine just happened to be the longest. They came a couple of inches past my shoulders and so were always rubbing against the bear skin that the dress thingy didn't cover. The one thing that was common to everyone was that we all had red in our ear rings.
Scarlet had feathers that just reached to his shoulders, they were not as long as mine, but there was a lot of them. It was almost three times as round as a rabbits foot. It was driving him crazy he said.
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We sat around for about a half an hour before we heard from the speaker again.
“Class is not out yet, you will continue to do your lessons until the sultan has said that you have learn them.”
I don't know how long it was before we heard the door unlock.
Abigail, who was closest to the door was out of his seat in a flash and opened the door.
We all started to get up and leave when “You must always clean up before you leave.”
Abigail never left the door but the rest of us cleaned up as quickly as we could. The first one finished held the door while Abigail cleaned up. A few of us helped him.
We were the center of attention as we were going down the stairs, and then it struck me, we were the only ones that had earrings on. The center table started to lower just as we all reached the bottom.
“After dinner you will all learn how to take care of the nails on your hands and feet.” Our captor said.
Dinner was not very good. I figured that they were going to starve us slowly. Dinner was jello and a soupy water.
After the dinner table started to raise, a screen started to lower on one side of the room. When it was down all of the way a video started to play. I recognized the person that was giving the lessons again.
“Today's lesson is on care of your nails. So everyone get your purse with your nail care items in it. Then everyone get a place so that we can begin. First, you must learn to file your nails to look good. This is done by rounding the ends of the nails. Of course anyone that is found to not want round nails will find themselves with square ones. Ones that are about three inches long.”
I followed along with the lesson, filing to smooth them, putting on nail hardener, rounding them, (As much as I could), and finally putting on the nail polish. I got Lily to help me put on my red nail polish to my feet, and I helped Lily put on the pink to his feet. It took almost three hours before everyone was done.
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“The last lesson tonight is a quick lesson in manners. From now on, you will address anyone in your class with their name first, before saying anything else to them. Next you will address anyone that is not in you're class with a Miss before their name. Anyone who does not follow this will be enthusiastically punished.” The male voice of doomed sounded from overhead.
“Every night everyone must clean off all of their makeup, moisturize their body, and wear to bed what ever the sultan has decided for you for that night. The sultan may at anytime call one or more of you to share his bed for an hour or a night so you must always be prepared to please your new master. Everyone take off your clothes, and put them in your locker as you removed your night wear and moisturizes.”
We all seemed to already be trained. When the lockers were heard to unlock we all reached for our own quickly. My night wear turned out to be something that was less than wearable. First those breast that were in the dress’s wouldn't come off anyone. No one could get them off. One boy tried so hard that he tore his skin and was bleeding. After that no one tried harder till he thought his skin would come off. Everyone helped get each others dress off.
But the night wear that they were giving back was a laugh. It would be held inside your two hands. All of them were see-see through. If these breast were real, then they would be mostly exposed. The little that covered barely covered above the fake nibbles with strings wrapped around your neck. Then they gave you little panties that had a string around your waist, one through your but and went to this thing that held your pee-pee. There was this little see through thing that covered under your breast leaving your back bear. The only things that were covered was your pee-pee and your fake breast. Not much different from being completely naked.
It did show me one thing. Not everyone got the same size fake breast. A couple of the boys had really large fake breast. You could tell better with this fake PJ's they gave to us instead of covered up by the dress thingy that they gave us today. Most of the guys have fake breast as big as two or three fist. And a couple of guys had not much more than girls big dark marks glued over their male ones.
One day only, and it looked like a girls slumber party tonight, more than a hundred hostage boys.
I usually sleep on my belly, but that was not an option tonight. I turned over on my back and listened to a lot of crying and sobbing going on. The mind games that they were playing were working and effective and I had no idea how to work against them. Already I also, was submitting, and doing what they wanted with out reserve or fighting back. Anyone who would do this had no heart, no soul, and not morals against killing anyone of us either. I wondered what madness it was that caused a person to do such things to kids. Was it just because he could? Was it a feeling that some god was telling him to do that thing? I fell asleep pondering the questions.
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I work up to the noise of a bell sounding overhead.
“Girls, you must get up and get ready for breakfast now. Girls, first get today’s clothes from your locker and put back your night cloths. I want everyone to put on their lipstick as they were taught yesterday, and check all of your nails before breakfast. You classrooms will be available in 5 minutes.”
I got up and was going to go the rest room when three big guys in black came running down the stairs yelling “Move out of the way now!”
They went to the restroom area and grasped a boy that had just finished peeing. “Girls can't stand up to pee” yelled the first one there and grasped the boy and throw him over his shoulder as if he didn't weight anything. They they were on the way back up the stairs again.
It all happened in less than thirty seconds. Everyone was stock still, not a sound was being made. Everyone did get the message. Nobody else stood up.
The dress for today was a school girls outfit. Everything except shoes. Red socks to above you knee, A pleated skirt with red in the tartan for us, A white blouse and a matching tartan vest. Red bra and panties included of course. The panties had another place for out pee-pee, but it was hard to get it in because it pointed backwards this morning, unlike last night where it pointed forward.
Also included was a wig. Everyone in our class had red hair wigs that were really long and really thick. The yellow group had blond wigs that were just as long. Nobody else had such long hair. The blue group got off the easiest I guess. They had wigs that were short, only coming down to their neck and just barely covering their ears.
After dressing and breakfast was the expected announcement. “Lessons now”
After getting to the room and into our chairs we heard the door lock. Then the video started up.
“The first lesson is how to attach your wigs correctly. The second lesson is on the daily upkeep of you hair. And then lessons will start on the styling of your hair. Styling for everyday, special events, hot days, cold days, and what determines the best style for you. So lets start by getting the wig glue from your desk. This wig glue will be used to hold your wig in place. You might someday wish to grow your own hair out to please your sultan, but today your sultan has decided the hair that each of you will have. So we will use this special glue to hold your wig on your head as if it was your own hair. Then show you how to remove the wig in case your sultan might wish you to change your wig, or have your own hair in the future. So lets start, first. . . .”
I listened and followed directions. I wondered about the boy in the restroom this morning and what punishment he was going to get.
By lunch the class had the wigs glued on and knew that we had to now brush our hair a hundred strokes every night or 'suffer the consequences' Which we had no idea what those were. We also now had ribbons in our hair, on our hair, down our backs, around our necks, and some even had big red bows tied on top like a Christmas present. I ended up with bells tied to ribbons hanging at my waist. Each person said his name and then a video was played of the ribbons that the others had to do to our wig. Just another mind game they were playing with us I told my self.
Class let out just before lunch again. The boy was back in bed with signs all around him. “Recovering, do not disturb.”
But that didn't stop the rumors. “They cut off his boy bits and made it so that he has to sit down to pee now.”, “I heard the guy say, if you don't act like a real girl, then the doctor will make you a real girl.”
I shuttered. These guys were nuts. No body could be that cruel. It had to be mind games again. But why? What did they captors have to gain by all of this. It just didn't make any sense at all.
“From now on, for an hour after every meal we will do stretching exerciser. Everyone is required to be able to touch their knees to their head weather sitting down, or laying on their back. There will be more stretching requirements next week. Second everyone needs to learn how to dance. So the number of beds will be reduced. Everyone with a bed on the side next to the restrooms will be moved on top of the beds on the other side. Everyone will sleep two to a bed for now. After dinner you will be assigned to which beds you will sleep on tonight. Do not disturb Isadora, she will be excused for the next two days from everything, then she will be expected to resume. Anyone else who acts like a boy will suffer the same fate of becoming a girl.”
Well that settled that, they were insane.
Tonight’s sleepwear was better than last night. Everyone had what looked like a long dress on. It still showed the top of the fake boobs, and had no back, but it covered everything else from below the waist down, altho some boys were showing the crack in the butt. The garment had a label, and said that it was made of silk. The underwear was the same. That thing that was just strings and a bag that held your pee-pee and stuff.
Twice during the night Isadora started to cry and someone came down stairs and gave him a shot. Both times they made enough noise that a lot of boys sat up and watched him. He might have come down more often, but he only woke me twice. It was a night of waking and falling off to sleep time and again.
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The next morning Isadora was awake. He was crying and sobbing softly. There was a number of guys around him. I looked at Lily, he said. “Isadora said they took him upstairs to an operating room and then when he work up, he can fell that his breast are his own, and that they cut off his dick. They also said that he has to put this fake dick and push it up inside himself every two hours. They say if he does not follow directions this time it will be a hundred times worst next time they take him up there.”
Today’s costume was a bra and then a shirt tied just under the front. The night panties to pull your pee-pee backwards, and then a skirt that was only like six inches long.
Lessons today was makeup, breakfast makeup, lunch makeup, dinner makeup, opera makeup, how to look older, or younger makeup. And new rules now. We had to have different makeup for each meal. And someone from our group at each meal had to wear special clothes made up to go with it. The clothes in the locker would decide who it was to be each meal.
four boy mannequins were in the room for lunch. We were not allowed to dance a boy part with each other. We had to dance with a boy mannequin only. If it was a fast dance then the boy mannequin had to just stand there and we all danced around it. If it was a waltz or other slow dance then we had to have the boy mannequins arm wrapped around us and move the boy around. If it was a square dance then we had to pretend that there was boys dancing and turning us while were wore a square dance outfit. Yes we now had to change a zillion times a day. Sometimes we had to pretend we were at a fancy for breakfast and wear shear dresses and big hats with high heel shoes. Then dinner might be a formal affair where we each had to wear a see through tight dress down to our shoes. Those were the most concealing dresses, even if they were see through.
One day flowed into another until I was no longer sure how long I was held captive. They kept us busy. Was it just so that we couldn't think of escaping, or did they really want boys that dressed like cute girls.
Three more times it happened that someone angered the voice where a boy was operated on and lost his boy bits. No one could be sure exactly what would be the next thing that made them do that to a boy. One boy just disappeared. I must have not done my nails exactly right because I was one of about twenty that now had glued on long finger nails. Mine must have been the longest and also the weirdest. I not only had long nails but they put little bells on them that I had to play when I danced or they said I would have them on my toes, feet hands, arms, and one even in my mouth. They said that they would pierce all over my body and attach them if I didn't at all times try to make a pleasant sound with them. I cried for nearly two hours when they put one in my belly button the next day.
About half of the others had to sleep in curlers like girls, to keep their hair curly, or a more likely that curl right at the end of their hair. They complained that it was hard to sleep with them in. I had to have them in about ever three days to sleep in.
They did that in one of the rooms that they opened up. One student at a time. The first time students were called in they pulled out our eyebrows and drew them on. Some of us were lucky and they only made them look like arches. It was also used sometimes to when someone didn't do good enough job on their makeup. They came out of the room with their makeup on permanently. They said it was painful while they tattooed it into their eyes and around their mouth.
When Isadora was called in he came out with permanently long hair. He said that they glued hair to his own. Then they colored it pure white. Now he has to go every other day and get his hair colored. They even colored his eyebrows and down below to have pure white hair. He also has to wear a tearier in his hair all of the time, excerpt when he sleeps.
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“Elisabeth go to the beauty room” the voice said. That was always an ill omen when you were called when it was not your turn in alphabetical order.
When I opened the door the normal woman was there. “Elisabeth get into the chair.” I got into the chair and let her strap me down, afraid of what they were going to do to me next, but knowing that fighting it would only make them do something ten times worst.
I left with out my testicles. She removed my balls but left my pee-pee. “You will never develop into a man now. So become the best girl that you can become.”
“What did I do to deserve this? I have been good!” I cried.
“You didn't have to do anything. The sultan said that he wants twenty of his girls to have their testosterone levels permanently removed. You are one of the twenty. Now you are excused for activity for two days while you heal. You are not excused from attending class. If you cause trouble then I'll have to remove your penis also Elisabeth.”
When I left Annelise was being called.
“The next twenty boys called are going to have their balls cut off.” I said.
“Elisabeth are you sure?” Kaylee asked.
“Kaylee, she said so, I don't know if its true, and she made a mistake saying so, if its more mind games they are playing, or if they are going to do everyone or no one else. There is no escape, the doors are all metal and locked, and the walls are concrete.” I said.
“Elisabeth, I think that they have been feeding us chemicals to make us turn into girls. I have been watching, and its been slow, but I can see that everyone is getting breast. If you look at the guys that only got small breast glued on, they are starting to push out. And everyone has complained about the glue on's, but what if it's not what they glued on, but our own chest that is growing that is uncomfortable?” Cora said.
“Cora, I wouldn't put it past them now. We have been here for a couple of weeks now. If the police could have found this place the would have. It seems that out of hundreds of kidnappings someone must have left a lead that lead them here. But I think that my dad said that if they didn't find the kidnappers after that then they most likely wont find them.” I said.
“So what do we do Elisabeth?” Annelise asked.
“I don't know Annelise. What can we do? We still don't know where we are at. We are not sure of the country, much less the state. Is it snowing outside here or are we in a desert with two hundred degree heat outside? Are we in just a room of a big building in the middle of a city or a single place in the middle of now where? Are we future slaves in training waiting to be sold?” I asked.
“First things first Elisabeth. Lets start an escape. Then let everyone work on one little bit of the problem. Lets assume that no one is going to help us. So lets help ourselves.” Nina suggested.
“Nina, we know that they watch us, lets also assume that they hear us.” I said. Then I whispered into his ear. “Pass the word to only whisper to each other, and because they can easily drug any or all of us, lets make sure that no one, especially yourself does not know everything. If fact it would be best if you tried to know as little as possible.”
The beauty operator was right, exactly twenty boys lost their balls that day.
“The follow students will report to room 17 everyday before meals for supplements to provide what your own body can no longer provide. Emma, Elisabeth. . .” the voice droned on, listing all of the boys that had been operated on today or before.
As we lined up at this new door only a smaller door opened in the middle. As we can up and he saw our name on our necklace were were told to put our left arm through the slot. A silver bracelet was attached to our arm. Then we were given pills to take. He explained. These are hormones. If you do not take them all of the time now you will die. Boys balls produce testosterone, and now that you can not make your own, you must take these pills for the rest of your life.”
I asked “What are they?”
“They are called Estrogen” he said. “We are giving you about ten times what a child of your age would normally require. So there might be some side effects from so much. But don’t worry about it we will be watching your development very carefully from now on.”
After we got back down and the word spread around Susan came over to me and said.
“Elisabeth, Estrogen is what girls make in their body’s, boys make testosterone. They are turning you all into girls.” He said.
“I figured as much Susan.” I said. “It's just one more step in this evil plot that we are all caught up in”
“I don't want to be a girl.” Susan said.
“You didn't want to be a boy either Susan, you just were a boy. Now we either have to adapt or die. They are never going to just let us out of here because we want to. And they are not going to stop making us act like girls just be cause we hate it. Think about it, someone had this place build. That must have take a couple of months. They have been planing this for a long time. We are going to be girls and that’s that. We can not break through steel doors, over power who knows how many adults, the five or so we saw, or maybe there is a hundred.”
“I have been thinking Susan. You know there are a hundred of us, There must be a couple that becoming a girl will not bother them at all. And there must be some that will kill themselves instead of becoming a girl. But there must be ninety of us that can be trained to become girls. None of us will like it but we can be brainwashed to accept it. Not everyone that is in prison for life kills themselves, or POW that are tortured daily. Except for all of the lessons on being a girl, they have not killed us yet, and they could. I am starting to think that we are slaves that are to be sold to some one. Or else like they say, being trained to be a sex toy for some rich guy because he likes boys who look and act like girls.”
“They keep referring to the sultan, do you think that he's Arab?” Susan asked.
“Susan, they are promised twenty one virgins when they get killed on the battle field and go to heaven. Maybe there is some twisted guy that wants twenty one boy virgins who look like girls for his reward?” I said. “So prepare yourself to be a forced bride to some wacko.”
“But Elisabeth, they have not been teaching us any thing about Islam.” Susan said.
I had to think about that. It was true. So what could it be?
“Susan, maybe that sultan stuff is more mind games to distract us from what is going on?” I said. “If anything they are teaching us to be American. Islam woman had to wear those things that covered their whole body, and only had a place for them to peek out of. I can't recall anything that you they have made us wear that would be acceptable on any TV show, it's all to revealing. Maybe some guy wanted girls that would show some skin, because girls just won't do that.” I said.
“Elisabeth, you mean like making us all act in porn movies?” Susan said.
“Why not Susan, or maybe there are a lot of different things that they are training and selling us for?” I said.
“But again they have not been training any of us to be taken to bed. I bet no one knows what a girl would do in bed with a guy” Susan said.
“Maybe they are making us catch up to the normal growth of girls. Remember that we have spend years being boys, and now they have to make us unlearn all of that and learn to be girls.” I said.
“But if they wanted girls why didn't they just kidnap girls from around the United States?” Susan said.
“Because they don't want girls, they want boys who act like girls.” I said. “Remember even now they didn't cut off my pee-pee, only by balls”
“But our dicks will never grow now.” Susan exclaimed.
“Exactly Susan, they wanted boys not men. Now they will have boys for the rest of our lives. We will never mature into men but always look like girls to them, except in bed. What else can it be?” I asked.
“But why did they take your balls? You are the one that is always saying, do what they want, just survive.” Susan said.
“Well, I guess that made them think that I was the most brainwashed and was ready for the next step in their plan, to become this girlish-boy.”
“So what are you going to do now?” Susan asked.
“Survive Susan, just like always, I'm going to Survive.” I said.
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A week later, those of us with silver arm bands were started to be called aside and given different lessons. We were also given different clothes sometimes. Usually after lunch we were given cloths that were shared among us. Some of them were clothes for twenty year old’s. Some of them were for going out to night clubs. Once in a while we were allowed to wear tight, form fitting jeans, or dresses that came down to our knees. (I had to laugh once when it hit me that I was happy to get a dress that came down to my knees.) We were soon known as the silver club by everyone else. But the club kept getting larger.
Aurora announced one day after coming back from the beauty room “They said that I was chosen to keep my balls, but only if I'm good, one wrong step and they will take my balls too. They said that they have selected most of the petty boys that they want and the sultan wants to keep a wide range of options open for his harem.”
The next day, everyone that still had their balls were given a maids outfit. The lesson that day was how to be a good maid to a lady. Every maid was given a note that they would now be the maid to someone else (always in another class). And everyone that had a maid was told that they no longer had to dress themselves. That was also the day that some got their first high heels and stockings.
I was not so lucky. I was the only one that was given a corsair. I also had a dress that had a hoop skirt. It was dressed as a lady from the middle of last century. I was at least able to get rid of the bells all over my body. Even the belly button bell. But I had that stupid parasol that I had to carry around and always have open when ever I walked around or sat anywhere except in class. I forget once, and got tattooed eye liner for forgetting. I was not given complete tattooed eyes, because the sultan wanted to be able to have me change the color of my eyes. I did how ever get blue eye contacts to change the color of my eyes to match the color of my dress.
I hated the bloomers under all of this dress, until I had to change for bed, and had to wear one of the earliest night costumes of just the pee-pee holder night panties and a bra with strings hanging down to just above my belly button.
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Today the sultan decided that I needed new hair, so after five hours in the beauty room I have become blond with hair extensions down to my butt. I also now have bangs and hair to frame my face. On the hair extensions they kept adding two hairs every once in a while so that by the time it is at my butt it is fuller than any hair could naturally be. I have to swing it out of the way to sit in a seat. Also I now have five inch long nails on my fingers. It is almost impossible to do anything. My maid has been told that he has to even feed me now.
I can now at least do the splits and all of the other positions that they are requiring. I don’t understand why we have to lay on our back with our knees next to our ears for ten minutes at a time.
The sicking part of today was announced during lunch. From now on all liquids would be delivered in penis’s. And we had to drink from them by sucking it out from the two bulbs. There was no mistake that they were teaching us to suck cock. They made a couple that colored, but most all of the rest were as realistic as one could get.
A couple of the guys who didn't lose their balls had to 'suck pussy' to get their drinks.
“Starting tomorrow your drinks will also taste and smell like the real thing” we were told.
We must have been here at least two months now. A lot of the fake breast have been removed from some of the guys. The sultan decided that mine was not developing fast enough, so I was given shots in the nibble and then new ones glued on that had room for mine to grow into.
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The overhead speaker made the normal wake up call.
“Hey look clothes” someone yelled.
There was. In the middle of the dance floor was a small pile of clothes. It looked like jeans and t-shirts. Paula was the first there. He grabbed a t-shirt and started to pull it on. Then all of a sudden he was on the floor grabbing his neck and yelling in pain. Then he slumped into unconsciousness. Someone else was holding a pair a pants and started to put them on. But as his leg started in, he also clumped over in pain.
“From now on, if you are not able to tell what clothes that you should be wearing at all times, we will help to remind you. Now move all of this to the locker area and throw it away.”
Two months later none of us could even lay our hands on anything that was not ultra-feminine.
The shock treatment was not just for clothes selection, but if we sat with our legs open, or to fast. First it was if we didn't cross our ankles when we sat, but it was soon if we didn't cross our legs at the knees. The least littlest boyish manner was shocked. Lightly, but it was still shocked.
Then we had lessons to share our dreams of our sultan and how much he was going to take care of us. Soon it became hard to even think about not wanting him to hold us tightly. We had lessons, of how we wanted to take care of our sultan.
One day a wedding dress appeared in Penelope lockers. Penelope was overjoyed.
“The wedding of Penelope and our sultan will be today right after lunch.”
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The School Room
by Koalas
Chapter 2 - Penelope's Wedding
What really is happening to all of those missing kids you see on milk cartons? I have no idea either, but it makes the excuse for a story.
I was not happy. My real name is Eric. But anyone that used their boy name could expect something awful to happen to them.
I had not been happy for at least two months. That was when I woke up with the other hundred boys in this hell hole. At first I was just scared and afraid. But it got worst as time went on.
First there was the boy that stood up to pee. They cut Isadora's dick off for doing that. He could never grow up to be a man now.
Next they glued wigs on everyone, and made everyone wear girl cloths, all of the time, and sometimes changing cloths a dozen times a day. Then they tattooed makeup on anyone who couldn't do their own well enough. They also glued boobs to everyone. I thought it was just stuff to hold the dress out like it had real tits, like older girls. But by the end of the day, they had attached themselves to everyone. Some boys got small tits, and a couple got tits bigger than my mother had.
Then they started randomly removing some boys testicles. All the time making every boy go to girl lessons and learn to be girls. Lessons everything that a girl knows. How to take care of babies, how to clean a house, how to put on makeup and cloths, just everything.
And now the rumor was that every ones hips were growing bigger like girls, and lots of boys were growing their own boobs, and soon every guy will be growing their own. After it was mentioned, and I looked around, I could see that it was true of everyone else, so it must be true of me to.
But today was the worst day of the last two months. Eric or rather Penelope, as my new name was now, is going to marry some sultan after lunch today. There was a note on the wedding dress in the locker that was holding my next change of cloths. “Prepare for your wedding after lunch” was all it said.
Maybe in some countries, 14 year old girls get married, But I was a citizen of the United States. And I was a boy. And I was only 12. OK, they had removed my testicles, but that didn't make me a girl. I still had my dick. It was the drugs that they must be giving everyone in the food that was turning everyone into girls. Altho, the boys that didn't have there testicles removed didn't look like girls as much as those that had them removed look like girls. But those that look the least girlish, was always given maids outfits and made to help some one else get dresses, and things. Sometimes it took three of the maids to get a guy into his outfit. This sultan dork seemed to like old fashion cloths, because a least once every time that we had to change cloths, someone ended up wearing cloths from a hundred years ago.
I had to once, and the cloths was from way back. They pushed up these fake tits, and then only covered the nipple. There was seven of those big white skirts that was under the silk dress. I also had to wear a white wig on top of my glued on wig.
Some guys had it worst than others. Isadora was the first to lose his balls and also ended up with pure white long hair. Elisabeth must have done something wrong, because every couple of days he would get another foot of extensions added to his hair, but always added two hairs for every one at the end. Now it was down to his ankles and was almost like a Christmas tree wide at the bottom, they also dyed his hair blond, unlike the other red heads in his class.
Isadora, Emma, Annelise, Aurora, the list of boys that had been called to the beauty room, and returned with out their balls, or with breast implants, or hair extensions, or tattooed, or other body modification was to many to remember.
The hated speaker voice from the ceiling said “Penelope please report to room 17, the rest the classes report to your normal classrooms.”
Anytime one person was singled out from the rest could only mean something nasty was going to happen to him.
I started to cry. Getting dressed into the wedding dress was forgotten. The three maids still tried to get it on me. Failure by anyone to follow their directions would always end with the necklace shocking you, sometimes until you withered on the ground in great pain. The maids was not going to let that happen to them, so they just ignore my crying and dressed me anyway into the wedding dress. The one of the maid, without saying a word, started putting makeup on me, as the last two put on the silk stockings, and arm length gloves.
They finished just as it was time for classes. I decided that I was not going to go. What could be worst than what was planned for me after lunch? They hadn't cut my dick off yet, or operated and made my chest bigger. So I guess that there was always something more that they could do to me.
I was not the last one up the stairs to the classes on the second floor, but almost. Most of the rooms were color coded. Mostly according to the clothes color that we wore, except for the Beauty Room, this is the first room that had been opened up. Another bad sign.
No one had ever been dressed in a wedding dress before. By the time that I got to the room, I was barely able to stand up because my legs were shacking so much and weak. I put my hand on the knob and opened the door. The first one to be able to do this.
This room with just like all of the other classrooms, except that where all of the others had lots of chairs in them, this one had one chair in it. A chair with no back, making it easier to put the stool under me and sit down with out wrinkling the dress. Another infraction of the rules that brought a quick shock to the necklace around my neck.
I sat and heard the door lock, as expected. I faced the large screen, expecting the teacher to appear like all of my other classes.
Instead a man appeared. “Hello Penelope, I am the sultan that you will be marring in about 4 hours. Are you prepared?”
“I'm a guy, I'm not going to marry another guy!” I said.
“I have chosen you to be first wife, but that does not give you the right to talk back to any man! I have conquered you and taken you from your fathers house. Now you belong to me. I will become both your guardian and your husband now. You have no choice in the matter. It is a well known fact that I do not like girls, so what I have stolen is what I will place in my harem. In time all of you will accept it. And if not, then there will be more punishment until you do.” And then he raised a box with a red button and pushed it.
I was on the floor in an instant screaming with pain. It seemed to go on forever, but then it stopped.
“Now Penelope, are you going to marry me, or do you need a reminder again?”
“No” I said with a little voice, because I couldn't speak any louder.
“Excuse me Penelope I didn't hear the words of affection, love and your desire to marry me. Penelope will you marry me dear?” the sultan said.
“Yes sultan, I will marry you” I said, afraid that he would push the button that he held in his hand again.
“Penelope, and how much do you wish to marry your sultan?” his liquid voice asked.
“I wish to marry my sultan with all of my heart” I answered back.
“Please Penelope get back on your stool. This is a meeting between lovers. You don't have to bow on the floor like a common servant does. Raise and let us plan our happy nuptials together my dear So that it will be blessed and give a happy union for the rest of our lives.”
I felt like I have been run over by a car, but I struggled up and on the stool. There I bowed my head and considered what to do. If I did anything that upset him he had that button. I would do anything to avoid that punishment again.
“My Penelope, you have dirtied your beautiful gown. We'll have to get you another one for the ceremonial today my dear.”
I didn't know what to say, how do you talk to a mad man?
“If you are going to marry me till I die, can I at least know your name?” I asked.
“I have many names, but why doesn't my wife just call me Malik?”
“Malik, why did you have to pick me? There are many other beautiful girls here to select from” I said.
“Penelope, I don’t like girls, It makes me sick to think what is between their legs, I like what you have. So you shall me my wife.” Malik said.
“Malik, if you hate girls so much, then why are to making all us look like girls?” I asked, while keeping an eye on the finger that was close to the box. He had taken if off in a relaxed mood, but I had to keep his finger off, while learning what this mad man wanted with a hundred boys.
“Yes, but my father has told to stop my foolishness and settle down with a girl. If I can show him that I have a hundred girls then he will leave me alone and be happy as long as he sees girls in my harem. I get all of the boys I want to bed, so I'm happy. All of you boys were infidels, but now I will bring you to believe in the true faith, so you will be happy.” Malik said.
“Malik, none of us are happy dressing like girls.” I said.
“What is this nonsense. I have put male clothes in with you, and you have learned to hate them. Over time you will learn to enjoy being in my harem. You will learn to love me. Or you will suffer such pain that you will wish that you would die. One day you will learn to love me. That is what I have you for. What you want is of no concern to me, you are my slaves, you will obey me.” And with that he got up from his chair and walked out of the room.
I could hear voices from the door that he went through that we still open. “I want her to beg to marry me as soon as possible. I want the marriage held before that. I also want her muzzled during the wedding so that she can not say anything, the law says that a virgin that does not speak at her wedding, gives consent by her shyness. She also needs to be trained in a wives duties on the marriage night. See that it is done and all is prepared. Then set up another day for the wedding, she has upset me so much that I would beat her to death for not being subservient enough to me on my wedding night. Also set up more training for everyone to want to obey me without question. And see if we can video tape the wedding to send to my father. Make it look good.”
The woman that had always been in the girls lessons in the classroom came in. “You foolish girl, you might have upset him enough to have you killed. Now enough of this foolishness, you could have made him mad enough to just have all of you killed and started again, or with some other scheme.”
“You will marry him, and give him great pleasure for his wedding night. You can not stop those things from happening except with your own death. It is better to live for tomorrow than to die a foolish death today. Do you understand me Penelope?”
“Yes, I understand” I said.
“OK, then we will start with your part in the wedding. First the word marriage that you must know is Nikah. Nikah literally means sexual intercourse. To marry is to have sexual intercourse with your husband.”
“How can a boy have sexual intercourse with another boy?” I asked.
“You have been trained for that. You will put your knees next to your ears, and let the sultan have his way with you. That's all you have to worry about.” the instructor said.
The instructor picked up the box. I almost fainted when her finger went over the button.
“Are you ready to learn what you have to do now Penelope?” the instructor asked.
“Yes” I said.
“From now on the first words out of your mouth will be to beg the sultan to have somebody to teach you what you must do to Kikah the sultan.” and with those words she pressed the button.
I was expecting a long bout of pain, but it came and went so fast that I didn't scream until the pain was already over.
“What do you say Penelope?” the instructor asked.
“I beg of the sultan to teach me how to kikah him” I said as quickly as I could.
“That's better. As you see, I am easy, but I can be as harsh as the sultan.” She said.
“I beg of the sultan what I am suppose to do?” I said.
“You are to say:I have given away myself in Nikah to you, on the agreed Mahr. ” she said.
“That's all I have to do?” I asked.
“Well then at some point in time, the sultan will take you to one of his bedrooms and have Nikah with you. And give you that room as your Mahr. He will also give you one of the maids to help you always be available for his pleasure” she said.
“I beg the sultan to do this thing then after lunch.” I said as I watched the box with her finger over the button.
“Is there any other question that you might have for me now?” She said.
“Will he marry all of the boys that he has kidnapped?” I asked.
“The sultan considers you all girls that he has won in a battle. The battle was to create terror in the hearts of America, and with the capture and carrying away of so many with out being caught he has succeeded. So you are his rightful spoils of war, not kidnapped.” She said.
“I beg the sultans enlightenment on my lack up understanding of war.” I said.
“He would consider that correct, as you are now nothing but a woman to warm his bed at night. And women captured in war have no rights” she said.
“The sultan will be giving you a closet full of clothes. He will expect you to always look and sound like a women of beauty and grace. As a servant of his household it will be my job that all of you will always improve for the service of my sultan.”
“As a wife, and especially as the first wife you will be going outside with him a great deal. But you must never forget that someone from the household will always have this box, ready to make sure that you don't insult our sultan. Do you understand?” she asked
“You mean that if I start to say anything to anybody about being a boy, you push the button.” I said.
“Yes, exactly. Now I should have had my finger down on the button this whole time. But you have agreed to become first wife, so I have cut you some slack. But that slack is now gone forever. If I ever hear of you referring to anyone from my sultans harem as being male I will press the button and not let up for an hour.” She said with cruelty in her eyes, while looking down at me.
I fell to my knees and put my head to the floor. “I beg of the sultan to forgive his first wife the cruelty of making such a false statement. I beg the sultan to give me grace and forgiveness in this poor woman’s lack of understanding. I beg that I might please my sultan with marriage today, and bring pleasure to his bed every night.” I was shacking from the thought of another push of that button.
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The School Room
by Koalas
Chapter 3 - Rescue
What really is happening to all of those missing kids you see on milk cartons? I have no idea either, but it makes the excuse for a story.
Chapter 02 The Rescue
Elisabeth was in the beauty room getting another hair extension.
“This will be your last one Elisabeth. The sultan thought how beautiful you would look with a really full head of hair down to the floor. It's now one the floor, so I will not be adding anymore to it.” she said.
I felt like he was going to use me for sweeping the floors. As I walked I could feel it dragging behind me.
No one knew her name, And the few people who asked were zapped. The message was clear. We could talk to her about what to do to take care of what ever it was that was done to us, but no talking about anything else. She was not to be a mother figure. She was the designer of women. Someone that the sultan had to make the boys into the girls that the sultan wanted.
Today started out to be full of surprises. First Penelope was going to marry the sultan. But something happened and that was called off for now. “The sultan was called away and will have to postpone his marriage to Penelope for a while.” is the way that the mysterious voice it.
Elisabeth went back to 'her' bed. She started to braid her new hair. She knew that if she cut it she would be punished. Punishment hurt. The necklace that was locked around ones neck was nothing more than a battery and two points on each side to shock anyone for any of the million infractions of being a boy, or not being enough of a girl. Not talking in a girlish fashion was just the latest major infraction. Elisabeth had to think real hard of what her boy name us to be even now after only two months here.
After she was about halfway finished is when 'she heard the first explosion. After the last few days 'she' found that 'she' was changing the pronoun of 'herself' like everyone else was. Next she started to hear thunder. A lot of quick low rumbling was going on.
Then Cora said. “They must be attaching this place. We must be in the middle east, and war is going on outside.”
“Maybe we are being saved” Susan said.
Just then the doors burst open and guys came running through. They had rifles and started shooting people. Everyone ran. But there was no place to run. Elisabeth figured that out. So she dropped and tried to get between two mattresses. The noise suddenly stopped. She was to scared to move.
There was total silence, then she heard “Crap”. “Charlie, lets make sure that no one else down there gets killed. I'll guard the door, and you back me up. 'This is Sam, the harem is securer. They were killing the girls down here, they must have already shot a dozen. We need ambulances and medical people down here. We are below the basement, behind a hidden door that we found while trailing two goons. Over'”
Then I heard some crying. So I looked up from where I was. There was girls that were scared as I was, but also some that were just looking at the blood flowing out of their bodies. I reacted.
“Quick, check anyone that's hurt if someone's bleeding then get some clothes and put it against the wound and try to make it stop bleeding.”
No one moved. So I yelled. “Get up and help each other! And do it NOW!”
“Red class get up to the second floor and check out everyone up stairs.” I yelled. “Yellow class, check that no one is hurt in your class then make sure that everyone is helping. Find more clothes for rags. If anyone has something that can be used to tie the bandages then us it. Strip if you have something on that has nothing but strings.” Most of the 'clothes' that we wore were just pieces of cloth held on with strings.
I started up the stairs. “Check anyone that looks dead. If they are still bleeding they they are still alive so try to stop the blood. If you find someone who is not breathing then start blowing air into their mouth.” I yelled.
“That's sick” Sophia next to me said.
“Do it now. It might save their life and it's not as sick as what they have been having us do since they captured us.” I yelled at everyone and no one in particular.
“Your some girl” the guy said to me. He had FBI on the back of his jacket.
“We are all boy's, or at least we use to be all boys.” I said to him. “They have been conditioning us since they brought us here.”
“Damn” was all he said. And then turned back toward the way that he came.
“You had better watch the ceiling also. That's where they feed us from. It lowers, and they might try to shoot you from there” I said.
He looked behind him, and then said “Charlie, lets move back, if the kid is right then they would get us both before we knew what happened to us.” “Control, we need backup here, there is about a hundred kids here, they have shot to many to count and the rest are going to need protection, call in everybody that you have to and get back up on top of back up down here.”
I could almost hear the radio in his ear. “...checking every room... ...shooting from behind doors. Will get people down there as soon as possible.”
Then I lost track of time. I started to show the other kids what little first aid I knew. I moved from one kid to another. At some point I threw up, but keep going after all, they were dieing slowly.
Then at long last other people started coming in through the doors. First it was just a few more guys with FBI on the backs. Then POLICE started showing up on the backs of people. Then the fist gurney showed up and we started placing girls on them. At last I laid down and cried and never stopped.
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I woke up in my bed at home.
The School Room
by Koalas
Chapter 4 - Conditions of Release
“Good morning, how are you today?” My mom said.
“I am so thankful to be rescued and back home.” I answered.
“There are a few things that we should talk about. I have been on the phone with the people that rescued you and they think that there might be some problems that we need to talk to them about. They also gave me a couple of questions to ask you, if that's alright with you.” Mom said.
“Sure mom, I'll answer anything.”
“What's your name?” She asked.
“John” I said and then felt a headache that was something fierce. I had to take hold of my head in my hands.
“And what did they name you while you were there?” Mom asked while she saw me in such pain.
“Elisabeth” I said, and my head stopped hurting and settled down.
“That's what they were afraid of. They think that you have been conditioned, or brain washed or both and other things besides. We need to get you back to them so that they can examine you more and find out the extent of how they conditioned you.” Mom said.
She continued. “One boy wanted his hair trimmed off to normal length. He had the same headaches that you just showed until they put a wig back on him like the one they cut off. They think that it is going to be the same trying to wear clothes also. Therefore, I have some of your old clothes here for you to try on. If you start hurting anywhere then take them off and tell me what was hurting.”
She had my favorite old jeans and T-Shirt with a picture of 'Bad Radicals Band' one it. I reached for the jeans and my arm started to shake. I never took them, but pulled my arm back. And looked at mom.
“They said that it's going to take some time to fix what they did to you. We are going to work on it together, but they said that we need to go slowly. Because they have to find out all of the things that they did to condition you. Now we need to make sure that there is nothing hidden in your conditioning that would make you hurt yourself. More then the headaches from trying to wear your old clothes” Mom said.
“So for now, let’s see what clothes of mine I can loan you to get you back to the hospital today without you suffering any more. I will bring in my old robe for you to wear to breakfast for now and then we will see about dressing you later. How does that sound?” mom asked.
“Do you mean that I have to wear girl clothes like they made us wear in that place for the rest of my life?” I asked with tears starting to form in my eyes.
“Of course not dear, I just want you to wear what's comfortable for you for today.” mom said. “People always have a choice in what they are going to wear. But they did something to you, while they had you there to take that choice away from you. Boys usually wear clothes that other boys like to wear, and girls wear clothes that other girls want to wear. But while you were there, they tried to change it so that you liked to wear what other girls want to wear. It sometimes happens to people. Some men just cannot help themselves from wanting to wear woman's clothes. It just sometimes happens to some people. But they found out how to force it to happen on you. That's what the doctors are going to try to look into today.” Mom said with a tear in her eye.
I think that she was sorry that it happened too.
“Let’s tie your hair into the longest ponytail that anyone has ever seen to keep it off of the floor. And then we will put ribbons around it every foot or so. That way it will not be blowing around and it will also keep the end off of the ground and getting dirty.” Mom said, as she looked at my now floor length blond hair.
Breakfast was noisy. My younger brother just looked at me. “Are you a girl now John?” he asked.
“Of course James, when boys get to be twelve, they turn into girls, just like me. See what you look forward to.” I said.
“John stop teasing your brother.” Dad said.
I felt the pain from my necklace, even though I was not wearing my necklace anymore. I fell to the floor crying in pain. “What's the matter John?” Dad said. The pain was ten times worst.
I started chanting, “I'm Elisabeth, I'm Elisabeth, I'm Elisabeth, I'm Elisabeth . . .” And with each chant, the pain went away. I was finally able to open my eyes. Dad and Mom was kneeling be side me, there was no sign of James.
“Are you OK now Elisabeth?” Mom asked.
I shook my head yes, but remained silent and stayed on the floor. “Do you know what caused you to do this?” Dad asked.
I shook my head yes again.
“Are you able to tell us what it was” Dad asked.
“It started when you called me by that other name.” I said.
Dad looked startled. “I'm so sorry, would calling you by your girl name not make this happen?” He asked.
“I think so.” I said.
“OK, then no one will call you by anything other than Elisabeth.” Dad pronounced.
“James, come here.” Mom said.
James came back into the room. He looked like he had been crying.
“James, this is Elisabeth, You can see what the evil men did to Elisabeth. If you so much as call her by her, boys name again, you will be on restriction for life, and I will feed you bread and water. Then I will make you wear girl’s clothes and give you a girl’s name. Do you understand me?” Mom said.
“So until John comes back to us, this is your new sister James. You will treat her like a princess. She cannot help it. The evil men conditioned John to be like this. Kind of like brain washed her. Now I am taking Elisabeth to the doctors today, and probably every day until we find out how to cure her from what the evil men did to her. She cannot help it. Do you understand that James?” dad asked.
“I guess so.” James said. “You mean that they changed John into Elisabeth by brain washing her?”
“Yes, James that's what happened, John can not help it. We need to UN-brainwash her now, and change her back to a 'him'. It is going to be hard for everyone. So you are going to have to support Elisabeth until John comes back.” Mom said. “So right after breakfast I will be taking Elisabeth back to the doctors, and they will decide if Elisabeth can stay home, or if it is safer to Elisabeth stay at the doctors until it does not hurt so much to be called names.” Mom said.
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After breakfast, we went to a military base that was only about fifteen miles away. It seems that it was close to where we were being held in the center of my town. It just happened that I was kidnapped from here. Everyone else was from three hundred miles or more away.
“Hello and welcome back. I'm going to put Elisabeth on your name tag until we are sure that you will not go into shock when someone calls you by your other name.” The receptionist said. “You can go through those doors and meet most of your old friends. Some of them were released as you were before we knew the full effects that you are going through. By the way, do not cut your hair. Another person that could not stand the long hair cut it and went into shock, and a coma. So we have to be very careful of what we do, and how fast we do it. The doctors are still studying the notes that they found to see how to fix everything. Now if you ever have any questions, you can always call and talk to me. If I don’t have an answer for you, I'll find someone that does.”
“Why is the military so interested in this?” Mom asked.
“Because this is very deep seated conditioning that most counselors do not know enough about to help you. It is beyond what most doctors can handle. So it was decided to have military doctors that specialize in POW’s treat the kids since they have more experience than anyone else.”
Down the hall was a theater that was being filled with others, and I would guess one or more of their parents. After Mom and I found a seat, and waved to a lot of the other kids that I recognized a man took the stage microphone.
“I think that most of you are here so let’s start. First, let me say that there are hundreds of people that are very sorry about what happened to you. The mad man that did this will be punished. His country is already asking for his return. They are not sure if they are going to hang him, or shoot him, but they think that he has done a great evil and needs to be punished with the forfeit of his life. He is facing enough changes here that he at the very least will spend the rest of his life behind bars in a maximum-security facility. All of his Assets have been frozen, and will be used for what ever it takes to help you kids. And his family has also donated millions of dollars to help. I am telling you all of this so that you can put the past behind you now, and let us work on the future. What was done is done, lets all now work to work toward a future, OK?” The speaker said.
“What about the people that were helping him” Someone shouted.
“As far as we know they are all dead that were involved. There was a company that used the building, but no one knew what was going on below the first floor except for a dozen people. All of them fought until they were killed. And those that did not get shot by the rescue team shot themselves. Everyone that worked in that building is being investigated. But that is for law enforcement to work on. There is nothing that anyone here can do, except answer any question that the police might ask you. But what we need to start doing today is to find out exactly how much conditioning each of you have been given. One of the children that we released to his parents wanted his haircut, which seemed like a more than reasonable thing to do, considering that they put hair down to his waist. But as it was being cut off, he went into shock and is now in a coma. We cannot allow that to happen again. If fact is there anyone here that can even touch boy’s clothes?” he asked.
Everyone looked around to see who could. I knew that I could not already.
“So we have one fact, everyone has been programmed to avoid boys clothes. Now I am not asking this to hurt anyone but how many want to go back to wearing what they did before?” He asked.
I raised my hand, and I saw a lot of others raise their hands to, just before the pain in my neck had both hands around my throat, and whimpering.
“Parents, I just wanted everyone to be made aware of this problem. The least little question can drive your child into shock and pain. For some it is not as bad as for others. We know that they used shock treatment, subliminal messages during their lessons, and during their sleeping periods. They also had a number of hypnotic drugs in their foods. About half of the children had portions of their bodies mutilated and many had operations that can never be reversed.”
“Our goal for the foreseeable future is to simply make each child not be in a living hell any longer. For most that means returning back into boys, but I have to also say that for some that will not be possible, you will have to become girls. At best, they will end up being tomboys and grow up to be masculine women. They did not have a choice in the matter, but we have to try to repair as much as we can for the best of the children. Our first concern is not to cause anymore more harm than they already have. So we ask that any child that is uncomfortable with anything tell us. We are not going to force anyone to do anything. If you want to wear jeans and t-shirts, then we will try our best to help you. Anyone that wants to play football tell us, and we will see about arranging it. But we also want not to have another accident, where something as simple as cutting your hair causes you to go into shock and a coma again. We need to learn from our mistakes, and not make them anymore. If you want to cut your hair, then let us do it a little bit at a time to make sure that there is no big reaction to it. That goes for any changes you want to make. You can make any changes you want to, but they have to be under the supervision of a doctor, nurse, or counselor for your own protection. I can not stress this enough.”
He left the microphone and a woman in a military outfit walked up to it. “We have all of the clothes that was released to you. We are going to distribute them out. I suggest that you wear them for now, only because we think that everyone has a conditioned response against wearing boy’s clothes. Yes they are girls clothes, and yes, most of them I do not suggest you wear out in public. But there is also a great deal of clothes that was never given to you that is acceptable for a young person to wear in public. Some Clothes are just barely acceptable to wear in public, but acceptable.
She continued on. “I am head medical doctor that has been assigned to cases. I am not going to sugar coat your pills but tell you the situation straight out as best as I can in twelve year old terms.”
“You know that everyone is born a boy or a girl. Well for the most part that is true. But there are some people that do not exactly fit the stereotype. For example, there are girls that act more like boys, they want to always play baseball with the boys, and never wear skirts, and everyone makes fun of them being tomboys. There are also boys that never want to play baseball or football or army. And they usually end up being called sissies because most of the other boys think that they act like girls. So it's not unusually for this to happen.”
“Now what happen to all of the boys here is that this mad scientist got a hold of you. And his boss said something like, 'I don't like girls, but I like boys, so get me a hundred boys, and make them be girls.'”
“And that's exactly what happened. He got a hundred boys, and was making you all act like girls. He didn't have time to complete it, but he did most of what he was going to do before we caught him.”
“You all know that you are acting like girls. He forced you not to want to wear boy’s clothes. In fact, there is one boy in the hospital already because he and his mother did not want to wear girl’s clothes anymore. They did not see any harm in making him wear his old clothes. And I have to admit that I did not see anything wrong with it either at the time. Lets face it, you all want to go back to the way things were before you were kidnapped and wearing boys clothes would be the first thing. But this mad doctor was very good at what he did. That boy put on his old clothes and then had a nervous breakdown. He could not handle wearing his old clothes anymore. He tried to kill himself. We cannot let that happen again, can we? So for now we are going to go slow in your recovery process. That means that we are going to start where the mad doctor left off and then go backwards.”
“First we are going to simply make things the way they were. Except that, you are going to go to normal school, with normal classes. This building is going to be now be a boarding school for everyone. There will be extra classes for each of you on how to handle yourself. Some of you were given special conditioning. I just read that the mad doctor wanted everyone to keep long hair like girls should have so he conditioned everyone to want to have long hair. And if you did not then you would suffer for it. In fact, one boy was to have super long blond hair and cutting it would make him go into a coma if he cut it. So it is now going to take some time to be able to cut hair safely. We are going to start by just trimming it a little if you let us. But if you do not want it cut, we will not cut it. And as we are cutting it we are going to watch you, if you have a conditioned reaction to having it cut then we aren't going to cut it.”
“Hair, clothes, makeup, walking, acting, playing, all of these and more were forced on you during your conditioning. Some of you have permanent tattooed makeup on. It will take us a while to get that removed if you want it removed. It might not be removable without leaving scars or bleached white skin. And I know that you all have been conditioned to care about how you look. It is not going to be easy to get back to the way that you us to be, and in fact, some of you might never get back. You have been conditioned to deeply, that it would be better for you to remain the way you are right now, then to try to be mental re-conditioned to think like a boy again.”
“Do you boys have any questions for me?”
On boy stood up “Do you mean that I'm going to be a girl for the rest of my life?” he asked.
“A few of you will be happier to become girls than to try to become boys. But most of you will go back to being boys again. Every boy here is different, and every body here will become what they can become. For some of you the mad doctor did things that will never allow you to be happy to be a boy again. If you are one of those then there is nothing that anybody can do about it. It is simply a fact of this horrified mess. You all know what it is like to try to pick up and wear boy’s clothes. You have all gone through the pain, so you know how much it hurts. For a couple of you, the mad doctor went even farther. So what ever happens, you need to all be understanding and help each other over these problems. Now back to your question, I cannot tell you. It is not a simple question, although I wish to God it was. You might want to be a boy with all of your heart, but the conditioning of the mad doctor will never allow you to maybe, wear anything but skirts. Can you be a boy if all you can wear is skirts? Well if we could then get you to wear kilts, and you moved to Scotland or Ireland, then maybe it would not be a problem. Have you been one of the ones that must have makeup on at all times? Then what are you going to do?”
“Each of you along with each of us is going to have to find out what the mad doctor did to you personally. And also to what strength he forced you to stay that way. If he you have an uncontrollable urge to speak and act like a girl. Then what can we do? Wouldn't it be better then to just be a girl? I know it sounds stupid, but if the mad doctor made you, happiest being a girl, then you really would be happy being a girl. I know to some extent he has tried to make all of you want to act and look likes girls on the outside. That's what his boss told him to do. So if the mad doctor just made you want to wear girls clothes, then maybe we can break the conditioning of not wanting to wear boy’s clothes and then you can wear boy’s clothes to school, and when you get home, change into girls clothes and be comfortable.