Justice?

This one has some strong themes including forced femininization Please read with care, and comments, as always, are appreciated.

The detective came into the interview room, and placed a tape recorder on the table. A pretty young woman followed him, and took the seat he indicated.

“All right, before we begin, I have to remind you of your rights. You have the right to keep silent, but anything you do say can be used against you . You have the right to have an attorney present, and if you can’t afford one, we will provide you one at no cost. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand, detective. But I don’t plan to keep silent, and I don’t need a lawyer.” She replied calmly.

“Fine. Lets begin. First off, you came here off the street, and claimed responsibility for two bodies we have found yesterday. You can perhaps understand my skepticism, but why should I take such a claim seriously?”

“The easiest way is for me to tell you details that have not been made public. If I get those right, it will give some credibility to my claim.”

“It certainly would. Go ahead.”

“In the communication that was released, you mentioned the fact that both of the bodies were male, and where they were found. One thing you didn’t release was the fact that both of the men were dressed as women. They were dressed like hookers, in fact.”

“That’s true, but there are a number of ways you could have learned that, without being responsible for them being in that condition.”

“True. But they were found clothed, so how would I know that they had each had their … equipment, removed?”

“Okay. So assuming I believe you, you want to tell me what you did to them, and why?”

“Well, there is one other fact you haven’t released. Either because you were deliberately keeping it quiet, or perhaps you never found out the connection between the two men.”

“They were both students at the same university.”

“They were more than that. They were both part of a rape trial 3 years ago. A fellow student accused them of drugging her, and raping her.”

“I remember that case.”

“So do I. I remember because she was my sister.”

“I dont recall them mentioning her having a sister. A brother was mentioned, but not a sister.”

“I was her brother at the time.”

“You were a boy?”

“I was. My transformation into a woman started the day after my sister was denied justice.”

“I’ll have to see some proof of that, at some point.”

“Easiest way is to take my fingerprints. They took them when I was a kid as part of a child I.D. program, so they should be in the system.”

“All right, we’ll take care of that later. Now, about your sister?”

“As I said, they denied her justice.”

“As I recall, she had a breakdown during the trail. And without her testimony, they dismissed the case.”

“Exactly so. And she committed suicide days after that event.”

“I was not aware of that part.”

“No reason why you should be.”

“So, what did you do?”

“I made a vow that they would suffer like my sister suffered. It took me a while, but I found the perfect formula for brainwashing.”

“Brainwashing?”

“Yes. The only problem was the delivery. I had to have their undivided attention for some time in order for it to work. And that’s when I decided the easiest way to do that was to lure them to my house, and the easiest way to do that was to be a good looking woman. So even as I refined my formula, I modified my body until I knew I could attract them, get them to lower their guard.”

“Then what happened.”

“Once I was prepared, I started hanging around the bars they go to. They don’t hang out together anymore, so it was easy to approach one of them and flirt with him. Once he had his guard down, I slipped some drugs into his drink, and with him slightly weakened and confused, got him to accept a ride home from me.

Once I had him at my home, I could easily take advantage of his confusion to strip him, secure him, and then begin my process. Once it was underway, I did the same for the other, and was just as successful. Soon, both were well on their way to the justice I felt that the courts had denied.

I essentially created a new personality for both of them.. I made them both women, but not just any woman. I turned them into their own idea of what a woman was - a sex object, with no needs of her own.

Once their new personality was in place the rest was very simple. The “girls” asked for my help in making their clothes and bodies match the feelings they had inside, and I reminded them that such things cost a lot of money. They soon realized the only way to earn enough quickly was to become prostitutes.

I introduced them to a local pimp, and for a while, I sat back and enjoyed the show. Months went by, and they became more and more feminine in appearance, and you’d never know they were anything but super happy about that.

Then the day came I had expected since I started this. See, the kind of brainwashing I did wasn’t permanent. I knew, eventually, it would wear off, and the old personalities would be back. I found reasons to visit them every day, because I wanted to witness the moment when they woke up and remembered who they were.

Then the day came, and it turned to ashes.
I had stopped by for a visit, and found them having already remembered. They were a couple of wrecks, and suddenly, it wasn’t as enjoyable as I had imagined it would be. I found myself feeling sorry for them, and for the first time, I felt guilty for what I had done. I imagined my sister looking down on me, seeing what I had done in her name, and rejecting it, and me.

Utterly.

I realized, they were not the monsters, at least not anymore.

I was.

I frantically told them that few of the changes they had made were permanent, and I offered to do whatever it took to restore them to their male selves. But it didn’t so any good. I had left to go get some male clothes, and by the time I got back they were ….. the way you found them. I called 911, and the rest you know.

I fully expect to go to jail for maybe the rest of my life, but that's all I deserve, at this point. I find myself not caring about the future, beyond the fact that I need to pay for what I’ve done. I considered following their example, but honestly, death is too good for me.

So, fill out the paperwork, do whatever you need to do, and then lock me up.

Please?”