Cold water splashed over the bed. I woke screaming as I realized that someone
was standing over the bed with what looked to be a nasty weapon.

"Oh, it's you, Phoebe, what do you want?" I sputtered, still half
asleep despite the water dripping off my face and down my upper torso.

The girl, one of Barbie's long time friends, shook her head sending her dark
red hair rippling over bare shoulders. "Not acceptable, Kenny boy. You
will address me as Mistress Phoebe from here on.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked trying to cover myself with the dry
half of the sheet.

"You will learn to beg and beg hard, slave boy. Sit up!" she ordered
cracking a whip over my knees. "Mistress Barbie is considering-only considering
mind you-taking you back, even after what you did, but it will not be easy for
you. No, not at all."

"Get out of here," I snarled, finally awake enough to realize what
was happening. Barbie's girl friends were going to punish me for hurting her.
It might have been sweet if I were into that sort of thing. Unfortunately, I
was not. "I've had a rough night, and I don't need any of this shit. I
made one little slip but that doesn't mean I'm about to tolerate this S&M
garbage. I'm not into humiliation."

"I don't remember asking your opinion about this," Phoebe sneered.
This time the whip cracked against my chest-and it really hurt. Ow!

I grabbed the end of the whip and yanked, pulling the thing out of the girl's
hand, and threw it against the far wall. Then, I stood up with the sheet around
my waist, looming ominously over the leather-clad woman. "Get out now,
before I call the cops."

Something clicked behind me that sounded a lot like the hammer of a revolver
being pulled back. I turned my head around and then spun the rest of my body
around to face Barbie herself. The woman was dressed from neck to toe in a shimmering
black latex outfit, complete with knee length boots of brushed leather. With
one hand she held a large-bore gun pointed at my chest. There was a riding crop
in her other hand.

"Hello, Kenzie," she said sweetly, but with ice clearly lurking just
beneath those dulcet tones. "I thought you might give Mistress Phoebe a
hard time. You were a naughty boy just now, throwing Mistress Phoebe's whip
and you will pay dearly for it."

"Oh pu-leeze, Barbie, this just isn't you. I…."

"May I, Mistress Barbie?" Phoebe asked interrupting me.

"Yes, of course, Phoebe. I think our Kenzie had better start learning
some manners right now. Drop the sheet, McKenzie."

"And if I don't?" I asked shaking my head. This could not be happening.
I had written TG stories before, but never anything to do with the rough stuff.
It just wasn't my scene.

Barbie aimed the pistol. She aimed low and fired at something behind me. I
heard a short, agonized yelp and turned to see Igor lying on his side, bleeding
from the shoulder the bullet had just grazed. A second bullet struck me in the
leg and I felt hard with searing flashes of lightning running through my closed
eyelids as I fell to the floor.

"Now, Phoebe!"

The leather-clad girl yanked the sheet away from me, and a second later I opened
my eyes to see her standing over me holding a large syringe. Before I could
say anything, she bent down, and rammed the needle into my ass. I felt my entire
backside burning as she forced the fluid into what little muscle I had in my
buttock.

"That, Kenzie, is an extremely fast acting mix of estrogen, progesterone
and estradiol with a sedative and a few special concoctions of my own making
added in. Phoebe will be giving you one of those shots twice a day. You like
wearing women's clothing? You like abusing yourself with women's clothes? Feel
what it's like to be a woman."

Phoebe held up a frilly, French Maid's uniform that looked to be a perfect
fit for her, a petite size four. "When I am finished with you, Kenzie,
you will fit into this, and you will look good in it as you serve like the pretty
little slave you will be."

"That's crazy," I stammered out trying to hide a yawn. I tried to
ask about Igor, but there was a sharp crack as Barbie's riding crop lashed across
my cheek. "You will address me as Mistress Barbie, and only if you are
requested to do so. The rest of the time you will remember your place as my
lady's maid. You will fit into this outfit-one way or the other."

Then she laughed, a cold, heartless, terrifying laugh. The choice was easy;
I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to think about what the other way would be.
I knew that, no matter how many hormones she shot into me, my body would adjust
only so much, and hormones would not make me shrink.

Crack, the crop found my other cheek. "There will be no zoning out, either.
I expect your undivided attention, Kenzie, and I will get it."

"Okay, okay," I said, only to get another crack of the riding crop
on my leg.

"You will address me as "Mistress Barbie", and only if I give
you permission to speak. You are my slave. Remember that…. Well?"

"Yes, Mistress Barbie," I stammered out.

"Mistress Phoebe, please ask Mistress Helen to bring in the things we
selected."

"Of course, Mistress Barbie," was the gleeful reply. "I can't
wait."

It was all I could do to stifle a yawn. They said there had been a sedative
in that shot and I believed them. I fought to keep my eyes open as Barbie's
second roommate brought in a large trunk.

"Thank you, Mistress Helen," Barbie said. "Remove the pellet
from Kenzie's leg if you would be so kind. No lidocaine. I think he will need
several stitches, but he has not behaved well enough to earn the use of an anesthetic."

The girl studied me for a moment with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Has
he received the shot yet, Mistress Barbie?"

"Yes. Go ahead."

In spite of the sedative, I felt every second of the procedure. The stitches
forced a scream from me, twice, and both times Barbie and Phoebe used their
respective tools. I passed out when Barbie attacked my genitals.

"Wake up," Barbie said pulling me upright by my hair. She shook my
head for a bit. "Now comes the fun part. See what I brought you?"

Phoebe held up a large white bra, with padded cups. "You will be needing
this in a few days, slave, so you had better start getting used to it now."

A few days? This was crazier than I had thought. I know how hormones work on
the male body. I, unlike so many TG writers, had done the research and read
the case studies on the subject. It didn't matter how large of a dose I got,
my body would use what it needed and eliminate the rest. The process would take
months, but if I told these hellions that, I'd get punished again.

I must have dozed off from the sedative. When I woke, I found myself in a strange
room on someone else's bed. Soft cords attached my wrists and ankles to the
bedposts. I managed to sit up enough to see the silky pink nightgown I wore,
but even that effort was enough to make me dizzy. I closed my eyes and drifted
off before I had a chance to try to find Igor.

I'm not sure how long I stayed that way, waking and sleeping. I remember the
burning pain in my butt every time Phoebe or Barbie gave me my shot. I don't
remember eating during this period, but I don't remember wanting to, either.

"Okay, Sleeping Beauty, time to get up."

Through the haze left over from the drugs, I looked up at Barbie and blinked.
"Mistress Barbie?"

"Good, you're learning. Get up now, and walk over the mirror there."

The movement made my whole body protest. I sat up and stretched, only to notice
how the nightgown hung on me. I felt my hair, now, touching my back several
inches below my shoulders. "Mistress Barbie? How long have I been in this
bed?"

"Three days. As you will see, the serum has worked a major miracle with
you, Kenzie."
Trembling, I faced the mirror to see a slim, young woman with curves in all
the right places staring back at me. God, I was a knockout. "That's impossible."

"Until now." Barbie pulled the nightgown over my head.

I stared at my reflection for what seemed like hours. For all intents, I was
a girl. My manhood had all but shriveled away; my body had been shaved or depilated
so that I saw no body hair at all except for my head and eyebrows. My eyebrows
and had been plucked and shaped to form twin arches over my eyes. My ears had
been pierced several times. At that point I noticed how much I had shrunk. Barbie
stood several inches taller than I did now.

Again, this was impossible, but I held my tongue.

"I don't think that I ever mentioned that Mistresses Phoebe and Helen
are genetic researchers? Oh well, no big deal. Just wait until you meet Mistress
Eleanor today?"

"You have four roommates, Mistress Barbie?"

"Not at all. Mistress Eleanor is the surgeon who will be doing your sexual
reassignment. We've decided that you are much too pretty for that maid's outfit,
Kenzie. After the surgery you will need a lot of training in how to please a
man, so we do have about a dozen young men ready to give you all the lessons
you will need. Doesn't that sound like fun? Just think, girl, the next time
you wet your panties it will be for the same reason that we all do.

Interlude Three

McKenzie gave the chapter a quick proof reading before he sent
it off to the list. He yawned, stretched and shut down his computer for another
night. The adoring emails could wait until tomorrow. Besides, he needed to get
to bed early so that he could be up and gone before his sister Janice came by
to drag him off the that damn doctor.

Too bad, he thought for a second. Too bad he didn't have a girlfriend
like Barbie. Unlike the story, where she wouldn't take him back, even if he
became the little beauty he'd become in his story-a fascinating image that-McKenzie
was confident that he'd have no trouble convincing her to return; of course,
first he needed a girlfriend. McKenzie sighed. No girlfriend and no chance of
finding one while working the nightshift on a dead end job.

Igor yawned a stretched. When Mac got into bed, Igor jumped up
and joined him. It wasn't the same.

CONTINUED IN CHAPTER FOUR
[The Hundred Percent Solution]

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