Crescendo

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Note: this story is set in the Tranziverse; the protagonist is biologically male but looks anatomically female.

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3.

Then:

'Nessa's birth name had been Vern Ascot. She'd lived seven years under that title, seven glorious years of hotwheels and playgrounds and catcher's mitts, the same as any other boy growing up in God's Green Acre. That was before The Change had struck, before TISM had altered his existence forever. Toxically Induced Sexual Morphism was considered one of the rarest genetic disorders in human history, yet Vern had somehow managed to win the cosmic jackpot, along with an ever-increasing number of children born in the Courtland Valley.

Vern's transition had occurred in sporadic bursts over three grueling years. The ordeal had taken a tremendous toll on his entire family: as the medical bills piled up and finally buried them beneath an avalanche of debt, his parent's marriage had collapsed into a toxic wasteland of anger, tears and accusations. Group counseling sessions had only exacerbated the situation, allowing Vern's father to vent his rage and disgust to anyone who would listen. A burnt-out veteran of two Middle Eastern campaigns, he was furious with the hand fate had dealt him, blaming his wife for the transgendered freak he'd been saddled with. The divorce had followed twelve months of drunken shouting matches, and Vern – now going by the name Vanessa – often suspected that it had come as relief to everyone concerned, especially his long-suffering mother.

The next few years had passed in a slow, grey limbo as 'Nessa rode out her transformation, gradually adjusting to the complexities of female life. By the time she turned twelve, both she and her Mother – the former Mrs Grace Ascot – had recovered sufficiently from their shared traumas to start enjoying life once more. Their financial situation had improved considerably: Vanessa had won a grant to Lainsbury Academy and Grace had even started dating again; an old flame from her university days named Rob Jackson.

Possessing a child's natural fear of strangers, 'Nessa was a little reluctant to accept her Mommy's new boyfriend (particularly since her father's violent outbursts still haunted her dreams), but she understood that she had to give him a chance, if only because he made her Mommy happy. After everything they'd been through together, her Mother deserved a little peace and comfort, both of which Rob seemed more than capable of providing.

As the days crept by and the seasons chilled, 'Nessie discovered – much to her surprise – that she actually enjoyed his company, finding him to be kind, warm-hearted and amazingly generous on occasion. Best of all, Rob honestly didn't care that she was a tranzie. This was, perhaps, his defining virtue. In contrast to virtually every other man she'd ever known, Robert Jackson seemed to have no prejudices whatsoever. And that, in 'Nessa's view, was the dealmaker.

Over a year's worth of dining, picnics and outings, Rob became a permanent fixture in Vanessa's life. He was far more than just a "fun uncle," he was a genuinely good man: honest, reliable and trustworthy; the proverbial Tower of Strength her Mother was looking for. He wasn't exactly perfect – 'Nessa had noticed pretty early on that he was a bit of a workaholic – but in virtually every other respect, he was the most eligible bachelor in Ridgewick. The inevitable wedding took place the following May, with 'Nessa playing bridesmaid at the civil ceremony. It wasn't precisely a fairy tale marriage, but life seemed to stabilize to some degree, and the world kept turning as it always had…

With perhaps one exeption.

Now:

Rob ordered her to turn around. Moaning lightly under her breath, Vanessa obeyed his command in tear-soaked silence. She was literally blushing from crown to heel, standing there with her panties peeled down to her knees while her step-daddy subjected her to another one of his patented pre-spanking lectures.

Eyes downcast in complete and utter misery, 'Nessa covered herself in front with both hands, feeling a cold rush of gooseflesh over her tummy, thighs and shoulders. Needless to say, this desperate attempt to preserve her modesty was utterly futile. Rob instructed her to hold her hands behind her, leaving her nubile young body on open exhibition. This tableau continued for the next five minutes while Rob concluded his extended harangue with a detailed list of her recent misdemeanors.

And then it was time to go over his knee.

Gripping her tightly by the wrist, Rob guided the whimpering girl across his lap until her head was nearly touching the floor. Her smooth, white buttocks were thrust rudely upward, practically staring him square in the face. Sobbing in abject disgrace, 'Nessa lay jack-knifed over his paired thighs with her toes hovering above the floor on the other side. Her slightly splayed cheeks clenched back and forth in mute expectation.

With her spanking only moments away, Vanessa's sense of humiliation was literally beyond description. She wept in hopeless resignation, softly begging for mercy and whispering "please," "don't," "daddy" and "no" in various combinations. When she felt Rob's left arm taking her firmly around the waist, she tensed her entire body, knowing precisely what came next. Vanessa had not forgotten how hard her father spanked, nor how long he could make it last.

"Please, Daddy, no no no..." she cried as that wide, determined palm swept down across her naked cheeks.