:: Go Home <><><>When [[you|You]] get to the car, [[Molly]] holds the door open. [[Belinda]] <>and [[Ethan]] are<>is<> already waiting in the car for you. <>You gingerly take your seat, though it feels like you're being scorched when you sit down. <><>When [[Ethan]] takes his seat, you notice he grimaces in very obvious pain. <><>You suffer through the car ride. You are still horny and you hope you'll be able to figure out a way around the belt when you get home so you can finally get some relief.<> <>Ethan turns to you and says, "Hey Parker, do you want to watch //The King in Yellow// tonight?"<> You realize this probably conflicts with going shopping with Julia, so you consider before answering.<> [[Agree to date with Ethan.]] [[Turn him down.]]<><><> :: Agree to date with Ethan. <>[[You]] eagerly agree. "Great," [[Ethan]] says. "How about after dinner?" <>You're concerned about this conflicting with going shopping with Julia, but figure you'll cross that bridge when you come to it. <>"Sounds good," you reply. <> :: Turn him down. <>"I'm sorry, Ethan. I have other plans tonight. Perhaps another time?" [[you|You]] say. "Sure," [[Ethan]] replies. "No worries."<> <> :: Going Home <>The <>rest of the <>drive home is uneventful and you're looking forward to <>bathing<>showering<> when you arrive. <>When you arrive home, you get out of the car and notice you have left an embarrassing stain on the car seat. Belinda notices it as well. "Don't worry about it, Parker. The seats are leather and clean up easily. Molly will take care of it. Has to do it for me all the time." You're too embarrassed to reply so y<>As soon as you arrive home, y<>ou head to your room to use the bathroom and clean yourself up. <>When you get into the bathroom, you pull up your skirt and look at your raw, reddened pussy in the mirror. Most of the sperm seems to have leaked out of you by now, but there are still patches of dried sperm all over your <>bald <>snatch. Staring at your pussy in that state and remembering the events of the locker room, you end up on your knees on the floor, desperately frigging yourself to orgasm. When you're done, you pick yourself up and get on with your routine. <><>You sit down on the toilet and urinate, reflecting on the little oddities of being a girl. <>The chastity belt presents some challenges for you and it's a little messier than normal, but it seems to be pretty well designed and you're sure you'll get used to it. If you have to, that is, and you hope you don't. When you're done, you wash your hands and try to figure out how to masturbate somehow, but it's hopeless and you eventually give up. The cursed thing is just too well designed. <>You then draw a bath and immerse yourself for about twenty minutes.<>You urinate and take a quick shower.<> <>Before you can get dressed, your phone rings. You answer it and say, "Hello?" "Parker? Billy. I was thinking about last night and was wondering if you wanted to get together again tonight after dinner? <>Got to talk to you about a few things that have happened which you're going to want to hear.<>Just to hang out. You know.<>"<> This is going to conflict with your date with Julia to go shopping, so you consider carefully before answering.<> [[Make date with Billy.]] [[Turn Billy down.]]<>You decide to relax a bit and choose an old sweatsuit to put on. <>When you strip, you take off Belinda's panties and set them aside for her<>, cursing them for their part in getting you raped<>. <><>You are surprised at how quickly you have healed from the caning you received. You can barely feel it any more. <>As you're getting dressed, there's a knock on the door. "Who is it?" you say.<><><><><><><> "It's me, Parker," comes the voice from behind the door which you instantly recognize as your mother's. With the events of the day, you'd forgotten all about her coming home today. It would be rude not to answer so you say, "Just a minute" and finish dressing. [[Open the door.]]<> :: Make date with Billy. <>[[You]] know this is going to conflict with shopping with Julia, but you figure you'll cross that bridge when you come to it. <>"Sure," you say. <>"Great!" [[Billy]] says, sounding relieved. "I'll pick you up same time as yesterday." You say goodbye and hang up the phone. You decide to relax a bit and choose an old sweatsuit to put on. <>When you strip, you take off Belinda's panties and set them aside for her<>, cursing them for their part in getting you raped<>. <><>You are surprised at how quickly you have healed from the caning you received. You can barely feel it any more. <>As you're getting dressed, there's a knock on the door. "Who is it?" you say.<><><><><><><> "It's me, Parker," comes the voice from behind the door which you instantly recognize as your mother's. With the events of the day, you'd forgotten all about her coming home today. It would be rude not to answer so you say, "Just a minute" and finish dressing. [[Open the door.]] :: Turn Billy down. <>"I'm sorry, Billy. I have plans to go shopping tonight. Some other time maybe?" [[you|You]] say.<>"I'm sorry, Billy. Tonight isn't a good night. Maybe some other time?" [[you|You]] say.<> "Sure," [[Billy]] says, sounding disappointed. "Take care." You say goodbye and hang up the phone.<> You decide to relax a bit and choose an old sweatsuit to put on. <>When you strip, you take off Belinda's panties and set them aside for her<>, cursing them for their part in getting you raped<>. <><>You are surprised at how quickly you have healed from the caning you received. You can barely feel it any more. <>As you're getting dressed, there's a knock on the door. "Who is it?" you say.<><><><><><><> "It's me, Parker," comes the voice from behind the door which you instantly recognize as your mother's. With the events of the day, you'd forgotten all about her coming home today. It would be rude not to answer so you say, "Just a minute" and finish dressing. [[Open the door.]] :: Open the door. Not desiring a confrontation, [[you|You]] open the door. [[Your mother|Rosalind]] is on the other side, dressed in her new normal, with a ridiculously short miniskirt and stockings and tall heels. Her face looks like she's been crying<> and she looks shocked by your appearance<>. "Oh, Parker!" she exclaims and tries to hug you.<><><><><><> [[Let her hug you.]] [[Reject her embrace.]] :: Let her hug you. [[You]] allow her to enfold you in her arms<>, a little annoyed at how much closer in height you are now than you used to be<>. "Mrs. Anderson told me what happened. I'm so sorry, Parker," [[your mother|Rosalind]] says and starts crying. "I hope you're not mad at me."<> [[You bet I'm mad at you.]] [[I'm not mad.]] :: Reject her embrace. [[You]] turn to avoid her and [[she|Rosalind]] stops to look at you, crestfallen. "Mr. Anderson told me what happened. I'm so sorry, Parker," she says. "Are you mad at me?" [[You bet I'm mad at you.]] [[Not really.|I'm not mad.]] :: You bet I'm mad at you. <><>You break free of her embrace. <>[[You]]'ve been seething for the last few days and all the fury explodes out of you at once. "Of course I'm mad at you! How could you do this to me!? You knew this was a possibility when you brought me here and you didn't even tell me!" [[Your mother|Rosalind]] cringes when faced with your outburst and she shrinks back into the doorway. She immediately starts babbling an apology. "I'm so sorry, Parker. It was selfish of me to bring you to Rosestead. I'll do anything to make it up to you." <>Something in her demeanor and change of posture affects you in a way you can't quite describe. Her reaction gives you a sense of power quite unlike anything you've felt before and you realize you're becoming aroused. [[Go with it.]] [[Get it together! This is your mother, for goodness' sake!]]<>You refuse to listen to her and flop down on your bed to sulk. "Parker," she continues, "please talk to me." She kneels down next to the bed and says, "I'm begging you. Please?"<> You look over at her and sigh. Well, at least she can answer some questions you have. [[Ask about her relationship with Mr. Anderson.]]<> :: I'm not mad. <>[[You]] break the embrace. "No, I'm not mad," you say. [[She|Rosalind]] sniffles. "Well, I wouldn't blame you if you were.<>"I wouldn't say that," [[you|You]] respond. "Disappointed maybe. You really should have told me what you were letting me in for." [[She|Rosalind]] begins sobbing. "I know I should have, Parker. I'm so sorry.<> It was very selfish of me to bring you to Rosestead. I hope you can forgive me." "I forgive you, Mom," you say. The two of you embrace<> again<>, your mother continuing to cry a bit. [[Ask about her relationship with Mr. Anderson.]] :: Go with it. "Anything?" [[you|You]] ask. [[She|Rosalind]] falls to her knees in front of you. "Anything you want, Parker," she says. "I'm so sorry." You consider for a moment and decide you'd better find out what's been going on before doing anything else.<> [[Ask about her relationship with Mr. Anderson.]] :: Get it together! This is your mother, for goodness' sake! This is [[your mother|Rosalind]]! [[you|You]] think to yourself. This cools your ardor and you consider her calmly. Well, you might as well use this opportunity to ask her some questions you've been wanting answered. [[Ask about her relationship with Mr. Anderson.]] :: Ask about her relationship with Mr. Anderson. "What's the story with you and Mr. Anderson?" [[you|You]] ask. <>[[She|Rosalind]] gets up and sits on the bed next to you.<><>"Before you start, sit on the bed," you say. [[She|Rosalind]] obeys and you lie down on the bed next to her.<>"Shall we sit?" [[she|Rosalind]] asks, gesturing to the bed. You lie down on the bed while she sits next to you.<><> "Well," she says, "I've been working for him for several years. Your father grew up in Rosestead and had known Mr. Anderson all of his life...." "Dad grew up in Rosestead?" you interrupt, surprised. You had never known that. "Oh yes," your mother replies. "He and Mr. Anderson were good friends. It was his idea that I work for Mr. Anderson. Your father told me all about all the things that made Rosestead special before I came to work here. After you were born and for some time after, I had been suffering from recurrent depression. Your father thought that by working here in Rosestead for Mr. Anderson that things might get better for me. So I agreed and he was right. My mood improved considerably. I felt more confident and...." She blushes. "And?" you prompt. "Well, sexier. I hadn't been much in the mood for sex with your father for years, but the hormone changes had a big effect on me and our sex life got a lot better. I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you, Parker," she says. "No," you say, "it's all right. Please continue." "Well, then your father died and obviously I became even more depressed," she says. She pauses for a few seconds and you wait expectantly. "Well, I went to Mr. Anderson to help me through it." "So he slept with you," you say. "No, it wasn't like that at first. He just gave me the guidance I needed. I wanted him to sleep with me, though, which is why I started dressing this way, trying to tempt him." She suddenly breaks down in tears and holds her head in her hands. "I'm sorry your mother's such a slut, Parker. I'm so ashamed." [[Comfort her.]] [[Berate her.]] :: Comfort her. "It's okay, Mom," [[you|You]] say. "Whatever's in the water here seems to have that effect on everyone. It's not your fault.<> Besides..." You blush a little. "I seem to be something of a slut myself.<>" [[She|Rosalind]] sniffles. "But I even lied to Mr. Anderson about you. I knew he wouldn't let me come with you if he thought you were a likely candidate for the Process, so I exaggerated and made it seem like you couldn't possibly transform. You have to believe me, though, that I didn't think you really would." [[Continue to be kind to her.]] [[Berate her.]] :: Continue to be kind to her. "Even that's okay, Mom," [[you|You]] say and you reach over to hug her. <>"I'm okay with being a girl. It took me a bit to get used to it, but I'm all right with it now."<> [[She|Rosalind]] buries her head in your shoulder and cries. "You're so good to me, Parker. I don't know what I did to deserve you." The two of you clinch in a tight hug. <>She lifts her head off of your shoulder and seems like she's about to kiss you on the mouth. It does not seem like a purely maternal gesture to you, which takes you aback.<> [[Let her do it.]] <>[[Tell her she must be punished.]] <>[[Tell her you forgive her.]]<><><> :: Berate her. [[You]] stand up. "It's bad enough that you decided to slut it up as soon as Dad died, but then you bring me to Rosestead when you knew I might turn into a girl!?" [[She|Rosalind]] sobs. "I didn't think you'd change, Parker. Most people don't. I thought it would help you, make you more manly. Like it did for your father. And I guess I figured if it did change your sex, maybe that would be for the best." "For the best!? Don't you think I should have had a say in that?" you demand. She breaks down in tears again. "Of course you should, Parker. I was just being selfish. I'm so very sorry." <>[[Tell her she must be punished.]] <>[[Tell her you forgive her.]] <>[[Tell her she has to mend her ways to earn your forgiveness.]] <>[[Dismiss her.|Dismiss Rosalind]] :: Tell her she must be punished. <>You deflect her so she kisses you on the cheek instead. <>You get to your feet. "I can't believe you were so selfish and thoughtless, Rosalind," [[you|You]] say. Your use of her given name startles her and [[she|Rosalind]] looks at you with a frightened expression. <>"I think you deserve to be punished," you continue. "Oh, come now, Parker," your mother responds. "I'm still your mother. We can talk about this some other time when you've had some time to think about it. I'm still sorry, though." She turns and leaves the room.<> [[Continue.|Rosalind Left]]<>"Clearly, you must be punished," you continue.<> She looks at you as if weighing her options. "All right, Parker," she says. "If that's what you need. Let me just go get a few things." You nod and she scampers out of the room. When she returns, she gives you a small overnight bag. When you've taken it, she drops to her knees and puts her nose to the floor in a kowtow position. "Do with me as you will, Parker," she says. "It's the least I can do to make it up to you." Her short miniskirt rides up to expose her ass to you. You are not at all surprised to see that she's not wearing panties. You open the bag. Inside is a fairly sizable amount of paraphernalia. Gags, handcuffs, dildos and a strap-on harness, a paddle, a whip, lubricant, and some other odds and ends.<><><><><><><><><> <><> :: Tell her you forgive her. <>You deflect her so she kisses you on the cheek instead. <>"I forgive you, Mom," [[you|You]] say. [[She|Rosalind]] gives an audible sigh of relief. "I'm glad we had this talk. I feel a lot better and I hope you do too." "Oh, I do. Thank you very much, Parker. Well, I should let you go. I'm sure you have a lot of things to do and a lot on your mind. I'll see you at dinner," she says and she walks out the door. [[Continue.|Rosalind Left]] :: Tell her she has to mend her ways to earn your forgiveness. "Well, I don't see how I can forgive you," [[you|You]] say. "You need to start taking responsibility for your actions. I don't know if it's this crazy place that did this to you...." [[She|Rosalind]] cuts you off, her chin quivering a bit. "I wish I could blame it on that, Parker, but I can't. It's all my fault and I'm desperately sorry. I've made a mess of things." You respond, "Well, you need to stop messing around with Mr. Anderson at least and stop acting like such a slut. How can you expect me to respect you?" She holds her head in her hands. "Oh, Parker, you wouldn't have respected me before I started working in Rosestead either." She sniffles and seems to come to a decision. She looks up at you and says, "You deserve the truth, Parker. You may think I started cheating on your father when I started working for Mr. Anderson, but nothing could be further from the truth. It's when I started working for Mr. Anderson that I //stopped// cheating on your father. It's when he found out about it that he had me start working here." "But you said you were depressed and weren't interested in sex until you started working for Mr. Anderson!" you say. "I said I wasn't interested in having sex with your father. That was true. Mr. Anderson ordered me to stop cheating and I did. And everything got much better until your father passed on," she says. "I'm sorry, Parker. I'm so ashamed! But it's not Rosestead that turned me into a slut. I've always been a slut." She starts crying again. "I'm so sorry, Parker." She sees the look on your face and says, "Oh no, don't think that! I'm sure you're his. I don't ever want you to doubt that! I swear your father was the only man I was with when you were conceived." You breathe a sigh of relief as she had guessed your thoughts perfectly. "Well," you say. "You still need to be more respectable." "I'll try, Parker. I'll do anything to make it up to you," she says. "Well, all right," you say. "I want to think about all this." "I'm sorry again, Parker," she says and walks out the door, leaving you to your thoughts.<> [[Continue.|Rosalind Left]] :: Dismiss Rosalind "Well, I've got a lot to do, Mom and I'm sure you do too," [[you|You]] say. "I don't want to talk about this any more right now. We'll talk about it another time." [[She|Rosalind]] looks crestfallen, but nods curtly. "I'm sorry again, Parker. Tell me if there's anything I can do to make it up to you." With that, she walks out of your room. [[Continue.|Rosalind Left]] :: Rosalind Left <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>As soon as your mother leaves, your phone rings. [[You]] pick it up. "Hello?" you say. "Parker?<> Is that you?<>" That's definitely Emily's voice. "Emily!" you say. "<>Yes, it's me. <>Where are you?" <><>"I'm in the driveway like we agreed yesterday," she replies.<>"Your mother called me and told me I should come to see you after school. She didn't say why; she was very mysterious about it. Anyway, I'm in the driveway now," she replies.<> "And wow! This is some house!" <>Oh my God! Emily is here and you just had sex with your mother and your room still smells like sex! You decide you'll just have to spray some air freshener and hope that does the trick. <>"That's great!" you say. "Hold on and I'll be right out to meet you." You hang up the phone. <>Quickly, you do a quick cleanup to make sure you smell all right and put your sweatsuit back on. You grab some air freshener and spray it around the room. You sniff the air and it seems to have masked the odor pretty well. <><>You take Rosalind's overnight bag with all the sex toys in it and stuff it in your closet.<> You go out to the driveway and [[Emily]] is standing next to her car. <>She looks at you strangely as if trying to put her finger on what's wrong with you.<><>She is startled when she sees you, immediately noticing how different you look. "Parker!" Emily exclaims. "What happened to you!?" "I'll explain when we get inside," you reply. She nods and continues to stare at you, making you feel self-conscious and uncomfortable.<><> She walks up to you and gives you a hug. <>"I swear you're shorter than you were," she remarks. You let the comment pass without reply.<> The two of you walk into the house and you lead her to your bedroom. You sit on the bed and she makes herself comfortable in your chair. "All right, Parker," she says. "Tell me what this is all about." <>[[Pretend that nothing's happened.]] <>[[Tell her what this is all about.]] [[Break up with her.]]<>"You're not Parker," she says. "Who is this?" "No, really, it's me, Parker," you say. You start to try to explain everything that's happened to you in Rosestead. You're met by dead silence on the other end. When you finally pause to take a breath, she says, "Look, I don't know who you are, but this isn't funny. Parker told me this was his personal phone. I call him up and some floozy answers and then has the nerve to claim to //be// Parker. Well, you tell Parker that it's over between us." You hear a click and the phone goes dead. Ah well, you think to yourself, now that you are a girl yourself, you've got more important things to worry about than a girlfriend anyway. Besides, she never really seemed to like you much. [[Continue.|Emily Gone]]<> :: Pretend that nothing's happened. [[You]] decide that you look normal enough that you can pass it off as if nothing has happened. <>"Oh, everything's fine. Never mind what I said yesterday. I was just a little lonely is all. I'm really glad you're here," you say.<>"To be honest, I don't know why my mother called you either. I'm sure she was worried about me for some reason, but I'm fine. I am glad you're here, though," you say.<> [[Emily]] looks at you with a strange look and you're not sure whether or not she believes you. "If you say so, Parker, but you<> sure sounded awfully anxious on the phone," she replies.<>r mother sure sounded awfully anxious about you when she called me," she replies.<> <>"No really, it was nothing," you say. "Forget all about that."<>"Yeah, she can be a little hyper-sensitive. She probably just thought I was lonely and missing you is all," you say.<> She looks at you dubiously, but lets it slide. "Well," she says, "do you want to show me around the house? It looks stunning." You consider this. On the one hand, it would seem pretty rude if you didn't, but on the other, you're not sure you want her to meet Belinda or your mother for that matter. [[Show her around.]] [[Make an excuse.]] :: Show her around. <>"Sure, I can show you around," [[you|You]] say, a bit nervously. The two of you take a tour around the mansion. [[Emily]] eagerly takes it all in, very impressed by the furnishings and the architecture. Fortunately, you don't see anyone except for one maid going about her work. You're just about to head back to your room when suddenly [[Belinda]] pops up in front of you. She's dressed in her usual very revealing clothes and Emily raises an eyebrow when she sees her. "Parker!" she says. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" You sigh. "Emily," you say. "This is Belinda. She's the daughter of the Andersons. Belinda, this is my girlfriend, Emily." <><>"Parker!" Belinda exclaims. "You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend!" Emily's eyebrow rises even higher. <>Belinda shakes Emily's hand and gives her usual infectious smile. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Emily. You're a very lucky girl to have landed Parker. All the girls in school are swooning over him. Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." She sashays back down the hall, with her hips rocking from side to side. Emily's lips are pursed as she watches Belinda walk away. "Don't mind her," you say. "She's a character." "That she is," Emily replies, her expression not softening. "Well, Parker, this has been fun, but I should really get going. By the time I get home, it will be time for dinner and I've got a lot of homework to do." "All right," you say. "Let me escort you out." You bring her to her car and she gives you a hug and a kiss before driving off. You return to your room, grateful that all seemed to have gone well. [[Emily Gone]] :: Make an excuse. <>"Well," [[you|You]] say, "we really should wait for Mrs. Anderson to be here. I don't think she'd like me showing a guest around without her. She likes to do that sort of thing herself. You know how it is." [[Emily]] seems to buy your excuse. The two of you chat about school and other things. She's her usual not very warm self and after about half an hour or so, she says, "Well, I have a lot of homework to do tonight and it will be time for dinner by the time I get home, so I should get going." You don't really want her to meet the Andersons right now, so you decide not to invite her to eat at the house. "Well, sorry you have to go so soon, but it was great of you to come all the way out here," you tell her. "Sure, Parker," she says. You escort her out to her car and she does give you a hug and a kiss goodbye. You wave to her and return to your room. [[Continue.|Emily Gone]] :: Tell her what this is all about. [[You]] carefully tell [[Emily]] the gist of what has happened to you since you've been in Rosestead, leaving out anything embarrassing. <>She is skeptical, but even in your sweatsuit, the physical changes are obvious, so in the end, she seems to accept your story. "Well, there's no question that something's happening to you. <><>She is very skeptical of your story and asks probing questions, many of which you can't really answer. Finally she says, "I'm sorry, Parker, but I can't believe this without better evidence. <>I admit you look a little different, but not enough for me to buy this.<>Frankly, you don't even look any different.<>" "Well, what kind of evidence do you want?" you ask. "Just show me the changes. You claim you're growing breasts. Let me see them," she responds. [[Show her the changes.]] [[Insist you're telling the truth.]]<> :: Show her the changes. [[You]] pull up your sweatshirt to show [[Emily]] your chest. <>She whistles. "Okay, I admit those definitely look like breasts to me. <><>She looks at your chest dubiously. "Really, Parker? You're calling those little man-boobs breasts? It looks like you're just putting on weight." You lower your sweatshirt. <><> :: Insist you're telling the truth. "I'm telling you the truth," [[you|You]] insist. "Well, I don't see how I can believe you without evidence," [[she|Emily]] responds. "Well, Parker, this has been fascinating, but I've really got to get going. By the time I get home..." "Emily!" you interrupt. "You've got to believe me! I'm not lying to you!" "I'm sure you're not, Parker, but I've really got to get going. By the time I get home, it will already be time for dinner and I've got a lot of homework to do tonight," she says. You give up. "All right," you agree resignedly. You escort her to her car and she gives you a hug before getting in. "Next time you should come to see me, Parker. I'm sure my father would like to speak to you," she says and drives off. Great, you think. Her father's a psychologist. She thinks I'm nuts. You sigh and walk back to your room. [[Continue.|Emily Gone]] :: Break up with her. [[You]] decide that with all that's happening to you, you just can't worry about [[Emily]] any more. "I'm sorry, Emily," you say, "but I don't think we should see each other any more." <>"You brought me all the way out here just to tell me that?<>"I had to come all the way out here for you to tell me that?<> You could have just told me on the phone, you know," she says. You're a bit taken aback at how she's taking this. It rather wounds your ego that she doesn't seem to care. "I didn't think that was appropriate," you say. "Appropriate? Whatever. It's no big deal. Well, take care of yourself, Parker<>. I hope you have fun turning yourself into a woman or whatever it is you're doing<>," she says. She rises to leave and you rise as well. "No," she says, "don't bother. I can see myself out." With that, she turns and walks out. [[Continue.|Emily Gone]] :: Talking with Emily But you'll have to excuse me. This is just an impossible story to believe. It's just too much to take in all at once. I mean, I can believe some crazy person is messing with the hormones in the water and it feminizes people, but //selectively// and it actually changes, well, you know? I mean, come on..." she says. "It's true, though," you say. "Most of the men around here aren't feminized; they're actually much more manly." "Well, maybe it's just the water in this house," she says. "You haven't seen Mr. Anderson," you remark. "Well, maybe it's just you then. Maybe //he's// giving it to you," she says. You shake your head. "No, I'm sure that's not it." "How do you know?" she asks. "I'm just pretty sure he's not, is all," you say. "Well, leave all that aside for the moment and let's assume that everyone here has been telling you the truth," she says. "The important thing is what are we going to do about it." You perk up at her use of the word "we." "Now Mr. Anderson said that this Process..." She makes finger quotes as she says "Process." "...somehow determines your innermost desires or something, right, and changes you if you'd be happier being a girl?" "Yes," you respond. <>"And Miss Beaumont said the same thing, right?" "Yes," you say. "She said I had to figure out why I'd be happier being a man and then magnify it somehow." <>"Well then," she says, "the solution is simple. We just have to stop you from wanting to be a girl." "But I //don't// want to be a girl!" you whine. "Consciously, no. But you might subconsciously," Emily says. "This is assuming we believe all this mumbo-jumbo, of course. But it doesn't matter. What I'm about to propose won't do you any harm even if all of this is so much BS." "What do you propose?" you ask. "Well, you know my father's a psychologist?" she says. "Sure. Do you think he can help?" you ask eagerly. "Better," she says. "I can. He does a lot of hypnotherapy and I've read his books on the subject extensively. I've even used hypnosis on my little brother. Of course, you have to want to do it and it's more or less effective depending on how suggestible a subject you are." "And hypnosis can't make you do anything you don't want to do, right?" you ask. "Of course it can't," she says. "It's perfectly safe. So just let me hypnotize you and I'll convince your mind that you want to stay a boy and don't want to be a girl." You ponder this. There doesn't seem to be any risk involved, but you're not certain about letting Emily hypnotize you. She is your girlfriend, but you haven't gotten //that// close. [[Let her hypnotize you.]] [[Turn down her offer.]] :: Let her hypnotize you. <>"Well," [[you|You]] say. "I guess so." [[She|Emily]] smiles delightedly. "Great! Let's get started." She unclasps the little silver heart necklace you gave her on your one-month "anniversary" and holds it out. "Cheesy, I know, but it really does help some people slip into a trance better. Don't worry about it, though. You don't really swing it back and forth." "Now," she says, getting up. "I want you to sit in this chair and relax." You sit in the chair and relax as much as possible. She holds the little heart in her left hand just above your eyes. "I want you to keep watching the heart and I want you to focus your entire mind on it." You do so, concentrating entirely on the heart. After a while, you think you see her move her fingers toward your eyes and your eyes close automatically. You open them immediately, but Emily has jumped across the room. You wouldn't have believed she could move so fast. <><><><>You have an odd taste in your mouth as well. In fact, you'd swear it was the taste of pussy. <><><><><><><>You have an odd taste in your mouth as well. It tastes like latex. <><><>However, you have a surprisingly peaceful sense of well-being. "Well," Emily says, "how do you feel?" "Really good," you say. "You hypnotized me?" "Yup," she responds. "It's been about an hour. You were an amazingly good subject. I really think this is going to work. So long as they were telling you the truth, I think this is really going to solve your problem. Of course, I'm going to have to come by every day from now on to reinforce it." "Um, okay," you say, still a little dazed. <><>Emily comes over to you and gives you the warmest hug you've ever received from her. "Don't worry, Parker, I honestly believe you're going to come out of this all right." She gives you a kiss and you're surprised to find her lips opening; she's never given you an open mouth kiss before. She breaks it off and says, "It's too bad, but I have to leave. Will you see me to my car?" You agree.<>"Come with me and see me to my car," she says. Before you even realize what you're doing, you've stood up and walked over to her side. "Good boy," she says.<> When you get to the driveway, she says, "All right, now, I'll be back tomorrow about the same time, okay?" You nod. She gives you a hug before driving off<>, whispering in your ear, "You really shouldn't have cheated on me, Parker." You stare at her in astonishment<>. <>When you walk back through the front door, [[Belinda]] is in the foyer. She starts clapping as if giving you an ovation. "What?" you say. "Well," she says. "You must have done a good job on her. I was passing by your door and could hear her all the way out in the hall. Great job, Parker!" She scampers off, leaving you open-mouthed. <>You walk slowly back to your room, thoughtful.<> [[Continue.|Emily Gone]] :: Turn down her offer. "Oh, I don't know," you say. "I'm not sure I like the idea of anyone messing around with my head." "Oh, come on, Parker. You know you can trust me," she says. Her face takes on a stern expression. "It's for your own good, you know." <>You try to refuse, but eventually you give in against your better judgment. <><>"No, I really don't think so. Thanks for the offer, though," [[you|You]] say. "Well, it's your choice," [[she|Emily]] says. "Anyway, I'm going to get going. It will be time for dinner by the time I get back as it is..." "Wait," you say. "Aren't you going to help me?" "I offered to help you, Parker," she says. "You turned me down. I've got a lot of homework to do, so I'll see you soon, okay? Good luck with your problem." You escort her out to her car and she gives you a kiss and a hug before driving off. You forlornly return to your room. [[Continue.|Emily Gone]]<> :: Emily Gone <><><><><><><><>When you get back to your room, you take off your clothes and examine yourself. <><>Hmm, you think, you might already look more masculine than the last time you checked. You wouldn't have expected it to work so soon, but maybe it is working.<><><><><><><><>Hmm, you think, you might already look more masculine than the last time you checked. You wouldn't have expected it to work so soon, but maybe it is working.<> You put your clothes back on. <>[[You]] sit down at your desk to do your homework. <>No sooner have you settled down than the phone rings. "Hello?" you say. "Parker? This is Sean. I'm going to pick you up in your driveway in two hours. Don't eat anything; we're going out to dinner. Oh, and dress sexy." He hangs up before you have a chance to respond. You return to your homework, considering the call.<><> Uh-oh, you think. You seem to have more than one date tonight.<><><>No sooner have you settled down than the phone rings. "Hello?" you say. "Parker?" you hear the person on the other end say. It's definitely Rachel. "Yes?" you respond. "Hey, you lucky little rugmuncher; you get to be my booty call tonight. I'm going to pick you up in your driveway in two hours. I hope you've kept your tongue in shape; it's going to get a lot of work tonight. By the way, I want you to get your ears and nipples pierced before I pick you up. I know the Andersons have someone who can do that for you. I'm also going to want you to get your tongue <>and clit <>pierced, but that can wait until later." She hangs up without letting you respond. You return to your homework, considering the call.<><> Uh-oh, you think. You seem to have more than one date tonight.<><><><> [[Do your homework.]]