Jordan Newton finds himself living in a mansion where the residents aren't what they appear to be. He must struggle to hold onto who he is as he becomes one of the house's girls.

___________Chapter I: Welcome home___________________________________________________

Jordan Newton stared at the tall iron gates as the grimy taxi sped away. He knew he should move, either towards the large estate to accept the fate that had been thrust upon him or in the opposite direction as far away as his thin legs could carry him to freedom and all the hardships that accompany that path. Anything other than just stand there like a skinny statue.

Ultimately the decision of what to do was made for him when the gates opened and a tall middle-aged woman in a conservative dress with long black hair streaked with gray stepped up to Jordan. "Am I correct in assuming that reason you are standing outside my property holding luggage is because you are the new ward I am expecting?" Jordan meekly nodded. The woman's steely blue eyes caught his attention and refused to let go. Jordan had to crane his neck to maintain eye contact since the woman towered over his short frame. "Good. Come along now. We have much to do and precious little time to do it." she said. Seemingly sensing his urge to run the woman took him by the elbow and led him up the path to the huge house.

~oOo~

At the end of a hall on the first floor of the east wing was a room that the woman took Jordan to. The small plaque next to the door proclaimed the room to be the office of Renee Blanchard. Inside the woman, Renee, had nearly shoved Jordan into a chair. She then walked around a large oak desk and took her seat in a large plush chair that was almost more akin to a throne than a piece of office furniture. The room itself was the first modestly sized thing Jordan had seen since he arrived. Most of the space was taken up by the desk, a bookshelf, a filing cabinet, and a couple of potted plants leaving only enough space for a few people to be in the room at any given time. The lack of personal trinkets made the room seem a bit cold and sterile to Jordan, more like a movie set than a place any actual person spent any significant amount of time.

"Well young Mr. Newton, I am Renee Blanchard, owner and proprietor of the Blanchard boarding house. You will address me as Ms. Blanchard until the time has come when I feel you have earned using such familiarities as calling me anything by any other name." Renee said, her manor stern and forceful.

Who the hell talks like that? Jordan thought as he struggled to keep a straight face.

"What I do here is provide shelter to young men such as yourself while helping them down the path to who they are meant to be. These young men must of course meet very specific criteria, I unfortunately have neither the time nor the inclination to aid every hard luck case that comes my way. My wards come here for various reasons. Some come here because they have a clear picture of who they want to be and know I can get them there. Some come here because they got into trouble and might find themselves on the wrong side of a set of bars without my guidance, don't worry though, I don't take the violent ones. Some come here because they have become financial burdens their families can no longer bare, I have quite a few that after college had to move back home. And then there are wards like you who for whatever reason no longer fit into their families."

Jordan's face darkened. "My new step mother and I don't get along. I get that she doesn't like having a left over from my dad's previous marriage around but why did they ship me off instead of just waiting a few months for me to go off to college?"

"Well," Renee said, not appreciating being interrupted "Whatever their thought process was you are here now and under the agreement signed by your father you are to stay here until I determine that either you are fit to join society and obtain a safe and stable living situation or that you are a complete and utter lost cause and are beyond my means to help."

"You mean I can't leave? What am I, a prisoner?" Jordan felt dread rising in his chest.

"No you are most certainly not a prisoner. As I have already said you are my ward and in accordance with the contract your father signed I am your legal guardian till I deem fit to relinquish that role. Until I am certain that you can be trusted not to run away, endanger yourself, or bring shame upon my house you are grounded as it were."

"I don't remember agreeing to any of this."

Renee waved her hand dismissively at Jordan. "You didn't have to. You were still a week shy of eighteen when your Father signed. Since he was your legal guardian and you were still a minor at the time your input was not needed. Like it or not your father signed both his name and yours to my contract and you are bound by it." Renee leaned back in her massive seat. Her expression was as stern as ever and her arms crossed over her ample chest. It was clear to Jordan that this woman would not entertain any argument.

"Now, Mr. Newton, place your luggage on my desk." When Jordan reluctantly complied Renee opened it up and began rummaging through Jordan's belongings. Her face softened a bit when she saw how meager his belongings were. Just a few plain t-shirts, a pair of pants, and some undergarments. She had met Jordan's father several times prior to the signing and he did not seem in any capacity poor and she had told him in no uncertain terms that the severing of ties would be immediate and permanent. There would be no correspondence, no care packages, and no shipping of personal belongings at a later date. That's why most of her wards came with at the very least a favorite book, a cherished childhood toy, a well worn family heirloom, or a few photos of their old lives. Some tie to their former lives to give them comfort during the changes in they would soon go through. But Jordan was barely adequately packed for a weekend long trip.

Closing the bag Renee's blue eyes once again focused on the young man across from her. "Here we have a dress code and I am afraid none of your clothes are up to snuff. Remove what you are wearing." Renee said. Jordan Sat there unsure of whether he should comply or if she was joking. "Come now, quickly. We don't have all day." Jordan stood and slowly began to disrobe till he was standing only in his underwear. "The boxers shorts too." Jordan looked at her horrified when she said this. She recognized the fear in his eyes all too well as she had seen it many times before. "Young man, I can assure you that I have seen many penises of all different shapes, sizes, and colors so I will be neither repulsed nor impressed barring any unique deformities. Now off with them."

Renee stood and walked out of her office door. She turned to make sure her new ward was following. The woman was disappointed to find Jordan was covering his small package with his hands. "Hands at your sides, Jordan. We do not have shame for our bodies here. What's more you have nothing that everyone who lives here hasn't seen many times before."

Much to Jordan's relief Renee didn't laugh, giggle, or have any reaction to his genitals, which were doing a very convincing impression of a frightened turtle, other than to look at them briefly. Jordan stepped softly to keep his small privates from bouncing too wildly as he followed Renee back down the long winding hallway back to the massive foyer. The sunlight from two frosted glass windows made the metal railings from the staircase shine dimly. Jordan caught sight of the front door and thought about making a run for it, Renee after all wasn't holding him anymore and was walking several steps ahead of him. Surely if he made a run for it her long dress would encumber her enough to give him an edge.

He was so tied up in his own thoughts that he missed the cute blonde flounce down the stairs. The hem of her blue summer dress and her pigtails bounced in time with her skips. She stopped on the second step of the stairs.

Jordan was stirred from his contemplation by a high pitched squeal that was quickly followed by the sensation of the tip of a finger poking his cock-head. "Aw, so cute! I love when they pull in like this!" the blonde said, a sparkle of mischief in her blue eyes. "Hey little fella. Can you get hard for me? Huh? Can you, can you, can you?" By this point in her excitement the blonde was pushing the button that was Jordan's flaccid cock like she was ringing a doorbell. It was starting to hurt and in a rush of panic Jordan wrapped his hands around the blonde's hand not realizing that all he had accomplished was trapping her finger mid push.

"Charles, what have I told you about doing that? Leave Jordan alone." Renee said. Charles pouted but slowly removed her hand from Jordan's grasp. "Now run along. I'm sure you have more constructive things to do than poke other people's puds."

Jordan's mind had ground to a screeching halt. "Charles?" That couldn't be right, could it? Surely it had to be some sort of nickname. He looked up at Renee, hoping to find mirth written on her face. But when he saw she was just as serious as ever things started to click together in his brain. Why Renee was so tall, why her voice was deep, why she wasn't fazed by the sight of a penis, and why this girl was named Charles. Renee had a penis and Charles probably did too. This couldn't be what Renee intended him to become, could it? He couldn't just stick around and find out. The door was right there. Even without any clothes he had to take the chance.

Jordan had been mid stride when Renee's hand shot out and grabbed his arm. He struggled violently against the vice like grip but it was to no avail. The young man was panicking as he tried to wrench his arm free. In his nearly delirious state a stream of urine burst forth from his tiny cock.

"Shoot, look at that mess." Charles said as Jordan soaked the front of Renee's dress and the floor beneath them.

Renee remained calm and collected as her newest ward continued to relieve himself on her. "If I remember correctly, Charles, relieved yourself too when we first met."

"Well yeah, but I had two big gulps before I got here."

"In any case I need you fetch the mop. Now." With orders given Charles scampered off leaving Renee and a squirming Jordan alone in the grand foyer. "Jordan, look at me." Renee reached out with her free hand and held Jordan's chin. "I said look at me. Running away won't do any good. Where will you go?"

"Home! I don't care how fucked up things are."

"This is your home now. You can't go back to where you were. They are not your family anymore and if you try to turn to them they'll follow the contract. You'll either be turned out into the streets or be sent back here. You know I'm right." Upon hearing this Jordan's resistance relented a bit. "Where do you think you'll have a better chance, here or the streets? Out there is harsh for a young adult with no family, no college education, and no experience. Here you'll have food, shelter, and companionship. What's more by the time I'm done with you you'll have a purpose." Renee pulled Jordan into a tight embrace.

Tears streamed down Jordan's face. He realized the hopelessness of the situation. This amazonian transsexual had him right where she wanted him. He had no one to turn to and nowhere to go. He didn't have the skills and know-how to make it on his own. He was truly at Renee's mercy. "Why?" Jordan bellowed into Renee's bosom. He couldn't fathom how fate could be so cruel.

"You'll know soon enough." Renee's focus was soon interrupted by the return of the bubbly blonde. "Charles, you know the procedure by now, right?" Charles nodded. "Good. Take Jordan through the rest of the initiation while I clean up."

"Sure thing, Ms. B." Charles took her new "sister's" hand and led the way to their destination in the west wing.

Renee dipped the mop in it's bucket and began the task of cleaning up Jordan's pee. She stopped briefly when something occurred to her about Charles' personality. "And don't spend all day poking his pud!" Renee yelled despite knowing her order would fall on deaf ears.

To be continued...

Chapter II:Remaking Jordan part 1

Charles must prepare Jordan for his new life in the home

___________Chapter II:Remaking Jordan part 1__________________________________________

Charles, following Renee's usual procedure for new residents, dragged Jordan to the communal showers on the first floor of the west wing. Along the far wall was a line of shower stalls. To the left was a group of small lockers each with a small metal plate that had it's owner's name engraved on it.

"Let's see...Jordan...ah! Right next to mine. How did I not notice that this morning? Oh well." Charles said as she opened the locker to the right of her own. "This is where we keep soap, shampoo, stuff like that." She opened her own locker and began to strip. When the blonde was completely naked Jordan stared in awe of how feminine she looked even with her female clothes. The only sign that Charles was born anything other than a girl was the peach sized scrotum and six inch cock that hung limply between her slender legs. A teasing smile crossed Charles' lips when she caught Jordan staring. "I know. Fucking awesome, aren't I?"

"Modest too."

"Smart ass." Charles huffed as she shoved some bottles into Jordan's hands. "Come on, we got work to do and Ms. B is not going to be happy if we spend too much time dicking around." The short blonde walked over to one of the showers and as she put her hand on the shower knob she looked over her shoulder and said "though I guess we could spend a just little bit of time dicking around if you don't mind being quick about it."

"Uh...I don't...no." Jordan's face was flushed. Not sure if Charles was just joking or really intended to molest him again Jordan slowly shuffled to the stall.

"Stand out there and smear on that lotion in the pink bottle while I get the water to a decent temperature."

"Smear it on. Okay. I know I'm going to hate myself for asking but smear it where?"

"On a panda's butt." Charles said as she continued to fiddle with the knob and sticking her thin arm under the spray to test it."On your skin, duh. Anywhere that has hair. Keep it away from the stuff on top of your head, unless you want to risk a bald spot."

"Bald spot? Why would it give me a bald spot?"

"You're kidding, right?" Charles looked over her shoulder and saw confusion written on her new sister's face. "I guess not. Geez, dumber than advertized. Just do what I tell you."

Jordan eyed the plastic bottle warily. It didn't have a label. He wasn't particularly looking forward to putting some mystery goo near his privates. When the cap was popped open the scent of peach trying to hold back harsh chemicals assaulted Jordan causing him to gag.

"Don't smell it, just use it."

"How the hell am I not supposed to smell it?"

"Breath through your mouth." The blonde, having finally found satisfaction with the water, was leaning against the wall of the stall waiting for Jordan to quit stalling. "Do you give everyone you meet a hard time or am I special?" Charles watched intently as Jordan's small hands spread the foul smelling lotion over various parts of his skinny frame. It didn't take long since he had never grown very much body hair in the first place.

"So what now?"

Charles slid open a small panel on the shower wall revealing a water proof clock. "You stand there smelling like embalming fluid till I tell you otherwise."

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The warm water soothed Jordan's tense muscles. His hazel eyes were shut tight as he focused on the sensation of each drop splashing against his alabaster skin. But Jordan soon remembered he wasn't alone. Not wanting a repeat of Charles' earlier performance he forced himself to pay attention to what was going on around him. The young man's eyes were wide with surprise when he saw what little body hair being rinsed away.

"This gunk may smell like crap but it sure gets the job done." Charles said as she began to inspect the shocked brunette. "Ms. B has someone special who makes this. It's not the stuff you get in the stores. Some of the other girls say this is way better but I wouldn't know, not about to go shell out money when I get the good stuff for free."

Horror spread throughout Jordan's being. He stared down at his feminine hairless body and knew that he wasn't far off from being just like Charles. All that was needed was for him to take whatever it was that had given the short blonde small breasts and he'd be just as much a girl as her.

A gentle humming filled the small space. A small hand softly slid a wet bar of soap over Jordan's smooth skin while Charles' other hand trailed behind working the suds into a thick lather. It wasn't a brash and forceful touch Jordan would have expected from his small companion. Her touch was soft and careful like the fleeting caress of butterfly wings against his stomach. A whimper escaped Jordan's lips when Charles began to clean around Jordan's privates.

Charles slowed her movements even further and watched the brunette's penis emerge with lustful fascination. The small organ slowly swelled much to the shame of it's owner. It was rock hard and throbbing when it finally reach it's full four inch length. "See, isn't it more fun to just play along? I think the little fella wants some attention."

Jordan leaped away at the sensation of the blonde's hand on his small cock. His shoulder met the wall of the stall with a wet thud. Pain shot through his left arm causing him to lose his footing and slide to the wet tile floor.

"What the hell is wrong with you? A hand job isn't something to cripple yourself over."

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"My arm hurts." Jordan cradled his sore limb.

"Yeah? Well go slam yourself into a wall again. I'm sure that will help."

"I'm serious here."

"Oh please." The short blonde rolled her eyes at her companion's whining. "I checked you out. The only thing wrong with you is an acute case of being a wuss and I'm afraid it's terminal."

Charles led the way through a maze of hallways. "Listen up." she said suddenly becoming serious. "If you want to find your way around here you've got to remember that the house is split into two main areas. West wing has the living quarters, showers, kitchen, cafeteria, and lounge. East wing has the offices, the library, the stores, and class rooms. Got it?"

"I think so but there are so many hallways. How am I supposed to keep from getting lost?"

The short blonde stopped in her tracks and tapped something on the wall. On closer inspection the item was one of several plaques with the name of an area of the home and an arrow pointing in the appropriate direction. "Doesn't really matter right now though. You tried to make a run for it so Ms. B is going to want to have someone with at all times."

"At all times? What about when I have to...you know, go to the toilet?"

"Not Being alone didn't stop you from pissing all over the boss-lady so I wouldn't worry about it if I were you."

Jordan groaned before following Charles again.

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The shopping area on the second floor was made up to look like the inside of a mall. Each of the four small stores had large display windows and a sign above the door.

Jordan stared at "Daisy's Salon" like the door was a hell mouth that would devour him and send his soul to be tortured in the lowest depths of the abyss.

"Before we go in let's get one thing straight," Charles said with her dainty hand poised to open the glass door "The first day is always free but after today you'll be expected to pay for things out of the weekly allowance you'll get. The folks who work here give us good deals, way better than we'd get on the outside, but it's still not free normally. They don't want to get an earful from Ms. B so no matter how much you beg and plead this is the only time they're going to toss a freebie your way so don't bother trying."

The tinkling of the bell from the door drew the attention of the tall redhead sweeping the floor clean of her previous customer's hair. She was pleased to see a new face, despite the fact that the new face was trying desperately to hide behind Charles.

"Hey Daisy, got some fresh meat for ya."

"Well don't just stand there young lady. Come sit in my chair."

"Young man!" Jordan quickly corrected.

"We'll see." Daisy gave Jordan a sly smile. "Now hurry up I have appointments this afternoon and I don't want to get backed up." When Jordan finally complied Daisy carefully studied the short brown hair from every possible angle. "Good lord. If I ever meet who's been butchering your hair I swear I'll stick a curling iron up their rear. Not much I can do with this. I could shave you bald and fit you with a wig till it grows back properly but lets save that for a last resort. If I can save your hair I'd prefer to."

Fifteen awkward minutes later Jordan found himself staring in the gold framed mirror and seeing his scruffy hairdo transformed into what Daisy had referred to as a pixie cut. It was amazing just how shaping his hair cut into something a bit more feminine could alter his face so much.

Daisy was now leaning over the small front desk going through her date book to see when she could fit her new client in for another appointment. Her heart shaped ass jiggled a bit as she shifted her hips from side to side.

The brunette's small penis stiffened at the sight. Jordan was grateful for the reminder that he was indeed a man until something occurred to him. He gestured the still naked Charles over and leaned in close so that Daisy would not hear him. "Is she...um...like you?"

Charles mulled the question over a bit and enjoyed the view of the redheads backside before answering. "Some of the people who work here were born female, some were born male but had surgery and are now female, and some are women with cocks like me. If it helps narrow it down for you she has a pussy."

"But was she born with it?"

"What difference does it make? Even if it wasn't always there it's there now. Why focus so much on what a person used to be when who they are now is what you have to deal with. But I'll tell you what, there's a way to tell the difference. Stick your finger up her pussy."

"What?" Jordan was appalled at Charles' crude suggestion.

"You heard me. A young healthy woman born a girl will be wet when she's turned on but a transsexual woman will be dry. They can't make their own juices."

Jordan watched in silence as Charles went to Daisy's side and whispered in the redhead's ear. There was a glint of lust in Daisy's green eyes when she looked over her shoulder at Jordan and hiked up the back of her skirt and slid down her panties. "Have at it, babe."

How could this be? Was the world turning upside-down? When he had woken up that morning he was a normal eighteen year old boy in a normal suburb. Now here he was, naked and about to finger one of the prettiest women he had ever seen to test whether or not she had been born a boy. His forefinger trembled. The pad of his finger caressed her soft labia drawing a low moan from the hairdresser. Gathering his courage he quickly invaded the tender hole with his slender finger. Tears welled in his eyes. He looked at his blonde companion and sobbed in a meek voice "She's dry."

"Oh? Maybe she's not revved up enough yet. Try licking her asshole."

Daisy gave Charles a swat on the arm before turning slightly to address Jordan. "She's just teasing you, darling. First of all there are plenty of times when a biological woman will be dry even though she's turned on. Why do you think KY jelly is so successful? And to answer your question I was once a woman with a penis, like you and Charles, but had the operation years ago. Doctors did a pretty good job, didn't they?"

"So you really are a man." Jordan slowly removed his appendage from Daisy's surgically made pussy.

"Oh you poor thing. You absolutely don't have a clue. I was never a man. I was always in my heart a woman, it's just that nature played a cruel joke and didn't give me outsides that match the inside. I was never meant to have a cock. I'm lucky though, Renee took me in and showed me how feminine I really am. I may not have been born with the right body but I am now a woman physically mentally spiritually and legally. So don't worry, you can finger me till the cows come home and still consider yourself a lesbian."

"Lesbian?" Jordan's mind stalled for a second at the implication of that word. "I'm a guy."

"Chick with a dick. You wouldn't have been allowed to move in if you weren't." Charles corrected. "We gotta get going Daisy. See you around."

"Jordan dear, don't forget you have an appointment in in exactly three weeks at noon." she shouted as Charles dragged her new sister out of the salon.

to be continued...