Cary continues to play with Alan's mind and body

 

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“You were a very good girl this evening Mary, you are so beautiful little one!” my granma said to my face.

“Tank you granma!” I smiled as I attempted a curtsey.

My mommy and granny talked for a long time and used big words I couldn’t understand until I wet myself and began to cry.

Mommy finally shut the door and came over to where I was sprawled on the floor in tears.

She bent over and jabbed something sharp in my arm and I screamed in pain before falling to sleep.

I woke up tied down to a pink girls bed, massive stuffed animals and Barbie dolls surrounding my prone form.

“Well look who’s awake, if it isn’t little baby Mary Anne!” cooed Cary, her face annoyingly close to mine.

“My name is not Mary Anne, its Alan!” I screamed at her face.

“Very well, Alan you will become, but you will be my toy regardless.

She injected a pink fluid into my brain. “You will again take on the body of a boy who looks just like the girl Mary Anne, with everything being female except for a small penis. Your parents and friends will never no, it will be as if your whole life has been like this.

“I will never bend to your sick ideas!” I yelled defiantly.

“Yes you will once I give you these small implants, you will feel urges that grow stronger and stronger until you satisfy them, and as you satisfy the urges, your mind will change little by little into that shape I desire!”

She stabbed my shoulder with a needle and I passed out cold.

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To Be Continued…