:: Take your punishment. <>[[Mrs. Anderson]] unlocks the door to her boudoir and marches you in. [[You]] are immediately struck by the large amount of women's beautification products on display. There's a massive vanity covered with makeup and other beauty products. The door to a very large walk-in closet is open and she has a simply stunning amount of clothes and shoes. There's even a small hair styling station with a sink and a styling chair. You barely have time to take it all in when she grabs your shirt and tears it off of you. You flail and struggle when she starts undoing your pants and you realize she intends to strip you. "Parker!" she barks. "That's enough! If you think you're a man, take your punishment like one!" This does not mollify you, but you're simply no match for her physically. Struggling with her is clearly just making her angrier and not accomplishing anything, especially when your pants are down around your ankles and you end up flat on your face on the floor again, but you don't know what else to do. It doesn't take her long before she is able to pull off your shoes, socks, pants, and boxers, and you're completely nude on the floor. She rolls you over onto your back and towers over you. She points down at your exposed crotch. "That's it?" she says, calmly. "Protecting //that// is what this is all about? I've seen rabbits with a better claim to manhood than you have, Parker." She picks you up by the scruff of your neck and drags you over to the chair by her vanity. She sits down on the chair and throws you over her knee. Taking a hairbrush from the vanity, she wallops your ass and your ass explodes into a brand new universe of pain. You kick, scream, and cry as she ruthlessly disciplines you. "You are a guest in our house, young lady. While you are here, you will obey our rules. You do not curse at your elders. You certainly do not call me a bitch. And you apologize when you are asked to do so." You can barely hear the litany due to the agony you are enduring. By the time she finishes, you are thoroughly broken, weeping like a little girl. She escorts you to a small bathroom and has you stand in the shower. She then takes some shaving cream and a razor and carefully shaves off all the hair you have beneath your neck, finishing up by shaving all your pubic hair. You are too scared to move while she does this. "Much better," she says.<> She then pulls you over into her closet and picks out a demure white bra and panty set which she tells you to put on. You do so, terrified of the repercussions if you disobey. You cry out when the cloth of the panties touches the skin of your ass, which burns like somebody doused it in gasoline and lit a match. "You think you're a man, Parker?" Mrs. Anderson says. "My goodness, I've seen plenty of girls take worse spankings than that and not blub half so much." She picks out a pink blouse and a denim skirt and you soon find yourself putting those on as well. Then she picks out a pair of kitten heels in your size and you wear those as well. "Okay, Parker, come with me," Mrs. Anderson says and drags you by your ear over to the vanity. She sits you down in the chair, causing you to give out a yelp of pain as you're planted on your sore ass, but you soon get used to it. She then puts a cape over you and takes a pair of scissors from the vanity. You close your eyes as she cuts and apparently curls your hair. <>When she's done, you cautiously open your eyes and see that she's given you blonde, curly hair which frames your face to stunning effect. She then paints your fingernails and toenails pink and finishes up with lip gloss, eyeshadow, mascara, blush, eyeliner, concealers, and perfume. <><>"There," Mrs. Anderson says when she's finished, holding your face and forcing you to look in the mirror, "does that look like a man to you?" Cowed and crying, [[you|You]] look at your reflection and see a stunning young woman looking back at you. "N-no, Mrs. Anderson," you reply reluctantly. "I want you to repeat after me, Parker," she says. "I am not and never will be a man." "I-I am not and n-never will be a man," you say. "Very good," she responds, her entire countenance softening. "Now dry your eyes. You may never be a man, but I am certain you will make an excellent young lady. Now I'm sorry you forced me to do this and I hope there will be no hard feelings between us." The bitch, you think to yourself. "No, Mrs. Anderson," you reply. "No hard feelings." "Good," she says. "Let's go back to your room." [[Go back to your room.]]