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She sits down on the bed next to [[you|You]], close enough that you can smell the subtle scent of perfume in her hair. "Since your mother is gone, Mr. Anderson asked me if I could come in and speak to you about the changes you're going through. I hope you don't hate us, though I wouldn't blame you if you did. In our defense, as Mr. Anderson told you, we really didn't think that you'd go through the Process. Everything your mother told us about you indicated that you were an extremely unlikely candidate, but we were wrong. We are really desperately sorry about that. If there's anything we can do to make it up to you, please let us know." You soften a bit. "That's very kind of you," you reply. "The least I can do," she says. <>"Now, I heard you went to the girls' gym class today. In fact, I saw some video of you doing cartwheels and I must say you looked awfully pretty in that cheerleader uniform. If I hadn't known better, I'd have said you were fully transformed already, in fact. You're clearly going to need a whole new wardrobe and a lot of lessons on hair, makeup, and that sort of thing. I would be happy to help you with all of that."<><>"Now I heard you went to the boys' gym class today and I've seen some video of your 'match'..." She makes some air quotes. "...with Sean. I must say that I wasn't expecting that so soon in the Process. Even Belinda was fully transformed before she was getting sodomized publicly in front of an entire class. You're clearly going to need a whole new wardrobe and a lot of lessons on hair, makeup, and that sort of thing. I would be happy to help you with all of that."<><>"Coach Donovan called and told me what happened with Sean after gym today. I was a little surprised given that it's so early in the Process, but Coach told me you had been quite a tease to Sean, so I can see how that happened. You're clearly going to need a whole new wardrobe and a lot of lessons on hair, makeup, and that sort of thing. I would be happy to help you with all of that."<><>"I saw a video of your match with Sean today. You really shouldn't have teased the poor boy like that. You're clearly going to need a whole new wardrobe and a lot of lessons on hair, makeup, and that sort of thing. I would be happy to help you with all of that."<>"I was going to offer you a whole new wardrobe and lessons on hair, makeup, and that sort of thing, but I heard you wrestled with the boys today. I really don't approve of that, but Mr. Anderson says we owe it to you. You really ought to just accept that you're going to be happier as a girl. And you're going to need makeup and fashion advice. I suppose you can decline if you want, but I really don't advise it."<><><><> [[Accept femininity and get makeover.|Accept Mrs. Anderson's help.]] [[You're not going to dress like a girl!]]<> [[Curse her out.]]<> :: Accept Mrs. Anderson's help. <><>[[You]] consider [[Mrs. Anderson]]'s offer for a good long time as she patiently waits for you. You've been fighting this every step of the way, but as you consider all the things that have happened to you in the last couple of days, you conclude that maybe you'd be happy being a girl if you just stopped fighting it. <>"All right, Mrs. Anderson," you say. "I'll go with you." "Excellent choice, Parker," Mrs. Anderson beams at you. "Come along now."<><> [[Continue.|Mrs. Anderson's Makeover]] :: Refused Again <>"No, Mrs. Anderson," [[you|You]] say as politely as you can. "I'm certain." [[Mrs. Anderson]] looks at you skeptically. "Well, that's all right then, I suppose. Let me know if you change your mind or if there's anything else I can do for you." With that, Mrs. Anderson stands up and walks out of your room. [[Continue.|Refused Makeover]]<>"No thank you, [[Mrs. Anderson]]," [[you|You]] say. "I'm determined to beat this." "Well, suit yourself. By the way, Mr. Anderson said that he has offered you the services of the domestic staff, but you haven't availed yourself of them yet. Would you like me to send Molly up to you? Mr. Anderson and Ethan both speak very highly of her. I know my husband hasn't serviced her in a while, so she should be ready and willing for you. Or it might even be nice for you to talk to a girl close to your own age."<> [[Molly? Absolutely!]] [[Decline Mrs. Anderson's offer.|Refused Makeover]]<> :: Refused Makeover <>"No thank you, [[Mrs. Anderson]]. I have a girlfriend named Emily," you reply. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't know," she replies. She gets up to leave and leans in and hugs you. "Forget I offered then. Now remember, don't hesitate to call me if there's anything at all that you need." "There is one thing I've been wondering about. Doesn't it bother you that your husband has all these affairs?" you ask. "We're pretty enlightened about such things here in Rosestead, Parker. Mr. Anderson has a far higher sex drive than I do. The domestic staff also gives him an outlet for any sexual desires he has which I might find a bit distasteful or, for that matter, painful. And you'd be amazed at how hard-working the girls are. Without Mr. Anderson's incentive system, I'm not sure we could ever keep the house and grounds looking as nice as they do. Plus it has other advantages." And her eyes twinkle a bit. With that, Mrs. Anderson walks out of your room. <>[[You]] look at your nails and notice they seem to be growing very quickly lately, so you trim them. After, while you sit on the bed idly, you suddenly feel homesick and desperately want to talk to someone other than the weird Anderson family. You can't contact your mother since she's probably slutting it up with the other executives at Anderson Chemical, but perhaps someone from home can help. [[Call your girlfriend Emily.]] [[Call your best friend Billy.]] [[Do your trig homework.]] :: You're not going to dress like a girl! <><><>"New wardrobe? Hair? Makeup? What are you talking about? I don't want any of those things," [[you|You]] protest. "Now, Parker," [[Mrs. Anderson]] says. "That's no way for a young lady to behave when offered a gift. You should graciously accept. <>Nobody forced you to dress up in that cheerleader's uniform, you know. You //chose// to do that. <>Now, I've already rush-ordered you a new wardrobe and it will be here tomorrow morning. For tonight, you can practice using some of Belinda's clothes. You're pretty close to her size except maybe in the bosom. Plus, you definitely need a haircut and a manicure and pedicure and I can give you those. Fast growing hair and nails are a side effect of the Process. Nothing to do with changing into a woman. Female Processees who are becoming male have it happen as well. Something about accelerated cellular regeneration." You consider, feeling your hair and looking at your fingernails, and realize that she is absolutely right. With everything else that has been happening, you had only been dimly aware of it before, but your nails and hair are well overdue for a trim. "Now come with me and we'll see what we can do with you," she says. You want to protest some more, but Mrs. Anderson is a force of nature and you find yourself walking meekly behind her out the door. [[Continue.|Mrs. Anderson's Makeover]]<>"New wardrobe? Hair? Makeup? What are you talking about? I don't want any of those things," [[you|You]] protest. "Of course not, Parker," [[Mrs. Anderson]] says, smiling a bit patronizingly. "But, you know, even men could benefit from learning a woman's arts with hair and makeup. There are tricks to learn which would make you more attractive to women as well. Why don't you just give it a try this once? If you don't like it, then no harm done. Plus, you definitely need a haircut and a manicure and pedicure and I can give you those. Fast growing hair and nails are a side effect of the Process. Nothing to do with changing into a woman. Female Processees who are becoming male have it happen as well. Something about accelerated cellular regeneration." You consider, feeling your hair and looking at your fingernails, and realize that she is absolutely right. With everything else that has been happening, you had only been dimly aware of it before, but your nails and hair are well overdue for a trim. [[Reluctantly accept Mrs. Anderson's offer.]] [[Refuse.|Refused Again]]<> :: Reluctantly accept Mrs. Anderson's offer. <>"Well, okay, I guess," [[you|You]] say. "Terrific," [[Mrs. Anderson]] replies. "Now follow me." [[Continue.|Mrs. Anderson's Makeover]] :: Call your girlfriend Emily. [[You]] pick up the phone and call Emily's cell. "Hello?" you hear her say when she picks up the phone. "Emily, this is Parker," you say. "Parker? What's wrong with your voice?" she says, sounding concerned. "Nothing. I'm just a bit under the weather. Listen, can you come out to Rosestead and pick me up?" "Well, I don't know.... Where do you want to go?" she asks. "Can we talk about that when you get here?" you say. "Parker, this is awfully short notice and I've got a lot of stuff to do. Could you be a little less mysterious and tell me what this is about?" You consider telling Emily the whole story, but realize that you'll just come off as a lunatic if she can't see you. "I just need you to come," you say. "Well, I'm sorry, Parker. Tomorrow will work much better for me if that's all right. I can come by right after school," she says. You sigh. "Okay, tomorrow then," you say and hang up. Disappointed, you consider what to do next.<> [[Call your best friend Billy.]] [[Do your trig homework.]] :: Call your best friend Billy. [[You]] pick up the phone and call your friend Billy. "Yo," he says. "Billy, this is Parker," you say. "Parker? You sound different somehow," he says. <>Damn, you forgot how much higher your voice is now.<> "Yeah, I've been a little under the weather," you say, not wanting to explain all that now. The two of you engage in small talk for a bit as Billy fills you in on what's been going on in your old town and school for the last week. "Hey," you say, "I don't want to talk about why I called right now, but could you come out to Rosestead and pick me up?" "Sure, dude. Where do you want to go and when should I be there?" he says. "Let's talk about where to go when you get here. Just pull up at the front drive at about eight o'clock and I'll meet you there. Don't try to come in to the house and, whatever you do, don't drink anything you get from Rosestead," you say. "Okay, now you're freaking me out a little, but you know I'll be there," Billy says. "Thanks a lot, man," you respond. "See you then." You hang up the phone and spend a little time trying and failing at your trigonometry homework until it's time to get ready for dinner.<> [[Go to dinner.]] :: Do your trig homework. [[You]] struggle through the mountain of trigonometry homework Mrs. Donovan assigned until dinner. You just don't get it though and you realize you're going to need some help.<> [[Go to dinner.]] :: Curse her out. Hearing [[Mrs. Anderson]] go on about wardrobe, hair, and makeup, and her clear belief that [[you|You]]'re going to become a girl and ought to become a girl enrages you. All of the anger and frustration you've been keeping inside for the last day just bubbles up all at once and explodes out of you in a righteous fury. "What the fuck are you talking about!?" you scream at her. "I'm not going to become a girl! I'm not going to need to know about clothes, hair, and makeup or any of that shit! Why won't everyone here just leave me alone!?" "Now, Parker," Mrs. Anderson says calmly. "I know you're upset and it's perfectly understandable, but that's no excuse for carrying on like this and using such language. That's not the way a proper young lady should behave." "I'm not a young lady, you bitch!" you yell. "Parker!" she snaps. "You will pull yourself together and apologize this instant!" "No, I won't apologize! You're not my mother and I wouldn't even let her speak to me like that!" "Parker, you're getting hysterical. Now I'm going to count to three and you're going to calm down or there will be serious consequences. Keep in mind that you are a guest in my home," Mrs. Anderson says. Something in the tone of her voice tells you that perhaps you should calm down. You are completely dependent on her and her husband for food and shelter and so on. Perhaps you should be taking your anger and frustration out on somebody else. [[Calm down.]] [[Keep yelling at her.]] :: Calm down. "One," [[Mrs. Anderson]] says. "Two." You decide that perhaps you overreacted, so you take a deep breath and stop screaming. "Three," she says. "Now that's better. I realize the stress you're under, Parker, and believe me I understand. What you're going through isn't easy. Now, if you don't want my help, I'm not going to force it on you. I think everything would go easier for you if you accepted the situation, but I know you're going to come through it all right regardless. I am sorry if I was insensitive to your position. Now that you have made your position very clear, I can respect that." She takes a deep breath and continues, "But, you know, even men could benefit from learning a woman's arts with hair and makeup. There are tricks to learn which would make you more attractive to women as well. Why don't you just give it a try this once? If you don't like it, then no harm done. Plus, you definitely need a haircut and a manicure and pedicure and I can give you those. Fast growing hair and nails are a side effect of the Process. Nothing to do with changing into a woman. Female Processees who are becoming male have it happen as well. Something about accelerated cellular regeneration." You consider, feeling your hair and looking at your fingernails, and realize that she is absolutely right. With everything else that has been happening, you had only been dimly aware of it before, but your nails and hair are well overdue for a trim. [[Reluctantly accept Mrs. Anderson's offer.]] [[Refuse.|Refused Again]] :: Keep yelling at her. "I will not calm down!" [[you|You]] yell. [[Mrs. Anderson]] says calmly, "One." "Yeah, what are you going to do!?" "Two." "Get that brute of a husband of yours to..." "Three." Suddenly, Mrs. Anderson grabs your arm. Furious, you yank your arm away and try to push her away. You have no idea how she moves so fast or so skillfully in high heels and an evening gown, but you quickly realize that you've picked a fight with the wrong woman when you find yourself with a face full of carpet and her on top of you, immobilizing your arms. "Now, young lady, I want you to come with me," she says and roughly picks you up off the floor and marches you out of your room, with your arms safely immobilized. By the time she's marched you near to her boudoir, you've calmed down and you're trying to figure out what on earth came over you. It must be the hormones, you think, but this situation is enough to make anyone a little crazy. You start to apologize to her, but she brushes you off. "It's too late for that, young lady," she says. "I gave you several chances. You're just going to have to take your punishment. Believe me, I don't want to do this, but you've forced my hand. Your mother isn't here, so it falls on me to teach you some manners." [[Take your punishment.]] :: 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.]] :: Go back to your room. <><><><><><><><><><><><>[[You]] go back to your room with [[Mrs. Anderson]]. She says, "Parker, I'll send up one of the servants with some food for you. You should stay here and do your trigonometry homework." When she leaves, you quickly change clothes, scrub off the makeup, and try to brush the curls out of your hair.<><><> One of the female servants comes up with dinner and you eat it while brooding to yourself. You sigh. Mrs. Anderson is probably right and you should work on your trigonometry homework. [[Do your trigonometry homework.]]<>[[You]] arrive in your room and consider what to do with the rest of your night. <>[[Go on the date with Ethan.]] <><>[[Go and meet Billy.]] <><>[[Call your best friend Billy.|Call Billy]] <><>[[Do your trigonometry homework.]] <><>[[Go to Belinda and ask for help with trigonometry homework.]] <>[[Blow off your trigonometry homework and go to bed early.]]<> :: Blow off your trigonometry homework and go to bed early. <><><>[[You]] know Mrs. Donovan isn't going to be happy with you, but you simply can't concentrate on trig tonight, so you just <>remove your makeup like Mrs. Anderson taught you,<><>take a shower and head to bed early. [[Go to sleep.]] :: Do your trigonometry homework. <><><>[[You]] struggle through the mountain of trigonometry homework Mrs. Donovan assigned. You just don't get it though and you realize you're going to need some help.<> [[Go to Belinda and ask for help with trigonometry homework.]] :: Go to Belinda and ask for help with trigonometry homework. <><><><>[[You]] just can't do it yourself. You decide to go see Belinda and see if she can help you.<>[[You]] don't even bother to try it for yourself. You just don't quite understand trigonometry. It occurs to you that perhaps you and Belinda can figure it out together, so you make up your mind to go see her.<> You walk to Belinda's room and knock on her door. "Come in," [[Belinda]] says and you open the door and let yourself in. Belinda is lying on her bed with her trigonometry book and homework laid out in front of her. She looks over at you. "Parker," she says, "this is a surprise. What can I do for you?" "You mentioned that you were going to work on Mrs. Donovan's trig assignment, so I wondered if we can work on it together?" you ask. <>"Just us girls? That sounds fun," Belinda says. "You're going to have to wear what I want you to wear tomorrow though."<>"Sure, that sounds fun," Belinda says. "I've got something I want you to wear tomorrow, though, if you agree. Don't worry. Nobody will know." <>She glances over at your fingernails and giggles. "I can remove that nail polish too, if you like."<><> [[Agree.]] [[I don't like the sound of that.]] :: Agree. [[Belinda]] is surprisingly sharp at trigonometry and she carefully explains to [[you|You]] the unit circle until you finally understand what sine, cosine, and tangent actually mean. Once the light goes on, the homework becomes much easier and she helps you through some of the harder problems when you have difficulty.<><> While you're working on the problems, Belinda sets about using nail polish remover to remove the polish from your finger and toenails.<><> When both of you are done, Belinda says, "Now don't forget, Parker, you have to wear what I tell you to tomorrow." She gives you a quick peck on the cheek good night and shoos you out the door. [[Go to sleep.]] :: I don't like the sound of that. "Hmm," [[you|You]] say. "I'm not sure I like the sound of that." "Suit yourself," [[Belinda]] says and shoos you out the door. You spend a while struggling with your trig homework, but make very little progress on it and eventually you're just too tired to continue. [[Go to sleep.]] :: Go to sleep. <><><><><><><><><><>After a good night's sleep, [[you|You]] wake up, yawn and stretch, and take a shower. <>You put back on your pajamas, remembering that Mrs. Anderson and Belinda are going to be in to help you dress this morning.<> <>[[Continue.|Wednesday Morning]]<>[[Continue.|Wednesday Morning (1)]]<><>