Bambi: A Tragedy

by Minty Fresh

(Part II)

 

EIGHT

The black automobile cruised slowly down the boulevard. The driver's window had been wound down and its single occupant sat comfortably with one arm resting over the door. She would certainly be playing music if music wasn't banned here. A stream of cars sped angrily by, honking their horns at the slowcoach in their way, en route to no doubt important places and endeavours. Two policewomen watched the vehicle go past suspiciously. One gave voice to her feeling that this behaviour was selfish and exhibitionist and, by extension, unpatriotic. The other, somewhat older, pointed out that today was a very pleasant day and the lady was entitled to enjoy it. The younger, fresh out of military school, began to wonder if her new partner wasn't somewhat unpatriotic herself.

The automobile rolled on, bearing magnanimously the honks and curses of other, more flustered road users. It rolled past an accident, caused certainly by one of these, where a workman had been knocked to the ground. The occupant saw that the man's leg had been broken and there was blood streaming from his forehead. It was this that his colleagues were desperately trying to stem, before a policewoman came and forced them back to work. She wanted keenly to help them but knew better. She couldn't risk crossing the law.

Soon she was passing the house she always kept a special eye on. Today, she saw what she was looking for: A blond haired figure in the window, watching the road. It saw her and waved. She gave a subtle but directed gesture toward the window and went to park the car.

Bambi appeared at the doorway in a white and mauve print dress as she walked up the drive.

"Lisa!"

"Hello Bambi. I've finally caught you alone."

"I know. I've been watching for you."

"Me too. Listen, how long have we got?"

"Maybe half an hour. Simone finishes work soon."

"I've been thinking… can I come in?"

"Of course" said Bambi, moving to one side. Lisa stepped in and he closed the door. The enclosure and privacy of the setting now gave Bambi a new sense of excitement. He found that he wanted to jump on top of her. He instinctively recoiled at the thought; it was savage and not befitting him, but the feeling persisted.

"I've been thinking Bambi" Lisa continued earnestly, "we can't keep meeting up like this. It's dangerous for both of us. If we get caught we'll both be in serious trouble." Bambi felt like his heart had stopped. He continued to stare doe-eyed at Lisa, but now his lips were quivering and he felt tears well in his eyes. Seeing his reaction, Lisa pressed quickly onwards. "But I don't want to lose you baby. So I want you to come and live with me. Run away. No-one knows about us. You can hide there with me, I'll look after you; properly – not like Catherine and the rest. I won't be your mistress; I'll be your girlfriend… How does that sound?"

It took Bambi a while to digest this. It went beyond the bounds of his imagination and against all his well trained instincts. He stood and gawped at Lisa for a while as conflicting emotions ran up and down his body. Then, without warning, he leapt into Lisa's arms. Caught unawares, she almost dropped him, but ended up lifting him so they were face to face.

"Yes" said Bambi and they kissed.

"We should leave now" said Lisa, putting him down. "We don't know when we'll get another chance."

"OK" said Bambi, all doubt banished from his mind.

"Then pack a case, we haven't much time."

"A case?"

"Yes baby. A suitcase. One of your mistresses will have one. Put some clothes and anything you want to take in it. We can't ever come back you know."

"Oh" said Bambi. That thought had not occurred to him. "There's one upstairs. I'll go…"

"And hurry baby. We can't get caught."

Unsure of himself and dizzy with excitement, Bambi scampered up the stairs as fast as his legs would carry him. He rushed into Marian's bedroom and found a suitcase, then carried it to his room. Instinctively, he held it in front of him, like a handbag and ended up lifting his hands, squirrel-like, to stop it banging against his legs. He opened it in his room and started putting his clothes into it. Suddenly, he realised that he couldn't fit every thing in. He was going to have to choose what to leave behind. Forever. He stood there in a state of neurotic shock, never before had he had to make such a difficult decision. He was still standing there ten minutes later when Lisa came into the room.

"What are you doing honey? We've got to go!"

"I… I don't know what to take."

My god, he's like a child, thought Lisa. "It doesn't bloody matter!" she said with anger in her voice. "We can't get caught. I'm in danger just being here! Don't you understand that?" Bambi just shook his head. Tears were forming in his eyes again. "For God's sake!" said Lisa, who started stuffing clothes into the suitcase. She was zipping it up when Bambi said

"Wait!" He rushed to the windowsill and grabbed the rag doll he'd kept from childhood, dropping it on the bag without seeing it was closed. Then, whilst Lisa reopened the bag he started collecting cosmetics from his table. He went back and forth, taking only one or two items in each trip. Exasperated, Lisa grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out the room, carrying the bag with her.

"Come on you stupid bastard!" she shouted. "Hurry up!"

Bambi started crying at Lisa's words and was no longer sure he wanted to go with her, but he didn't have the strength of mind to resist. Lisa dragged him all the way to the car and threw both him and his suitcase in the back. Lifting himself up to look at his house, Bambi felt a lump in his throat.

"You've left the door open" he said.

"Keep your head down honey" said Lisa, now more relaxed, "we can't let anyone see you."

Bambi did as he was told and wondered why it was important. He would have asked Lisa, but he didn't want to upset her again. So, silently, the black automobile sped off on its way.

 

NINE

They parked round the back of a block of flats in the old part of town. Bambi was still lying, curled up, in the back of the car. Lisa had tried to keep him talking throughout the journey but Bambi had retreated into himself, not even lifting his head from the upholstery. The reality of the situation had sunk into him and he was awash with guilt and self pity. "I'm a bad boy" he said to himself, over and over, "I'm a bad, bad boy."

"I'm going to make sure the coast is clear" said Lisa, "stay there." She got out and ran into the building, then came back straight away and opened the back door of the car. "Bambi" she said. He looked at her with a kind of pleading terror in his eyes and Lisa wondered for the first time whether this had been a good idea. She was a strongly idealistic person and wanted to set this creature free, but saw the danger that she might end up as carer and mistress to him herself, in which case all she would be is a thief. Pushing these doubts aside, she reached into the car and said "come on Bambi, I want to show you my home."

Bambi felt a wave of exhilaration pass through him as he scampered after Lisa, who held his hand and guided him as quickly as possible indoors and to the sanctuary of her flat. His misgivings had vanished for a moment and he began to contemplate an idyllic new life in luxury, surrounded by adoring flunkeys who would swoon at his every move, Lisa standing proudly, telling all the world of this unique and precious being. Entering the flat, he almost wept in disappointment. It was so small, with four cramped rooms smelling, not of air freshener or potpourri, but of old food and tobacco. There were stains! The colour scheme was just awful. Bambi had invested a great deal of fantasy into Lisa. He had been raised on stories of helpless princesses rescued from the wilderness by handsome prince charmings and taken to live in beautiful towers and he expected nothing less of her. He cast a truculent eye at her and said:

"Is this it?"

"I know it's not much Bambi" she said in reserved apology, "but it'll do for what we need."

What I need is a scrubbing brush, thought Bambi. Why did he feel like this with Lisa? He thought she'd make him happy.

"Sit down" said Lisa. With great distaste Bambi perched himself on the edge of the old brown sofa. Lisa had sat comfortably back and had to lean forward to talk to him. "Why do you think I brought you here, Bambi?"

The question scared him. He had been told all manner of stories about strangers when he was younger and these all came flooding back to him. What did she have planned? He answered her in a timid, defensive squeak. "Because you love me?"

"Yes" said Lisa, "I love you. But what does that mean to you? Do you love me?"

"Yes!" said Bambi, with an automatic eagerness, "all I want to do is make you happy. What do you want me to do?" He looked at her hopefully, wanting to end all these confusing questions.

Lisa took a long time to reply. "I'm happy just to have you here" she said, "We can do whatever you like."

Bambi felt tears come to his eyes again. 'She doesn't care about me!' he thought. He looked at Lisa with a mixture of longing and bile. His lip was quivering furiously.

Lisa had been watching him swing from joy to despair over and over without much comprehension, but decided now to make her move. She leaned over and kissed him passionately on the lips. Bambi stiffened for a moment then, feeling that she'd read his thoughts, let Lisa reassure him. But she didn't stop at reassurance. Stroking and caressing him, she kissed him over and over, gently pushing him onto his back. She kissed his face, neck and breasts, then brought her face close to his and said "I love you Bambi. I want to please you." His confusion relented as he allowed himself to believe her. He lay prone and motionless as Lisa pulled the top of his dress down and massaged his tits. He let out a groan and motioned down his body with his chin. Lisa moved down his body and lifted the hem of his dress. She pulled down his panties to find his cock encased in a tight plastic chastity. She looked back up to see him watching her with that fear of disappointing her in his eyes. She moved back up to his face and, kissing him, said "Don't move baby, I'll be right back." She could feel his eyes following her as she searched the room for what she wanted. Finding the tool, she knelt by the sofa and clipped the lock off the plastic casing. Bambi let out a small yelp as she had gotten a little too close to the flesh, but with the restraints removed, the wounded member began to rise. She looked up at Bambi and mouthed an apology to him, whilst he smiled contentedly back, whispering a thank you. He waited, with relief and excitement, for Lisa to climb back atop him but instead she leant forward and put his erect cock in her mouth. He jolted forward in surprise. What the hell was she doing? Then he lay back and relaxed as Lisa's tongue began to give him the most wonderful feelings. Lisa's words: "I want to please you" rang through his head over and over and when he came, it was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Lisa came to him and took his head in her arms. Bambi murmured something unintelligible and looked at Lisa with a thin smile, as relaxed as it was wide.

"I was worried about you back there" she said softly.

"Why were you worried?"

"Just how you were. Happy one minute. Crying the next."

"I'm not going to be like that anymore."

"Why not?" said Lisa, looking to satisfy her conscience.

"I'm just not" he replied, looking pleased with himself.

Lisa leant forward and kissed him. When she withdrew, Bambi followed her forward then rolled his head back down into her embrace. She held him gently against her breasts until, eventually, he fell asleep.

 

TEN

The sun was beginning to set when Bambi awoke. He came round lethargically, gradually becoming aware of his surroundings and his body's relation to them. Suddenly aware that he was sprawled out across a sofa, he jumped to his feet guiltily, trying to straighten out his skirt and his hair. His legs were pressed together and dead straight. It was the smell of the place that first reminded him of all that had happened and he relaxed, laughing at himself, and flopped down on the sofa. He got a huge kick out of lying right back, with his arms outstretched and legs apart. Grinning to himself, he let his head drop over the back and he spent awhile staring at the ceiling and kicking the air. Lisa emerged from the other room with an indulgent, but satisfied grin on her face.

"How are you feeling honey?" she asked.

Bambi looked down at himself. "Good. A bit dirty actually."

"You can have a shower if you like."

"That's Ok. I kind of like feeling dirty."

"Are you hungry?"

"Umm… Yes. Shall I do something?"

"No. I'll make it."

"Ok, but let me help you." Bambi sat up and found his shoes. Slipping the heels on his feet, he stood and walked over to Lisa with his hips swinging seductively. He reached forward and kissed her passionately on the lips. Lisa was taken aback by his new confidence and just held him passively. She could feel his hard-on through his dress. Bambi pulled back from her abruptly, he'd just realised he wasn't wearing any panties. "I think I'll have a shower after all" he said, "where did you put my clothes?"

"In the bedroom honey" said Lisa, pointing. "There's plenty of hot water."

The last remark seemed pretty fatuous to Bambi, who gave Lisa a little wave as he walked out of the room. He was feeling just great about himself; he felt attractive, not like before, where it had been all important and therefore a burden, but simply attractive, as he wanted. The feeling seemed to open up whole worlds for him. He thought back to his dreams of Lisa, only earlier that day, where he was the centre of a horde of admirers; they seemed utterly silly. Why would he need them? He was alright.

Bambi returned from the shower to find Lisa in the kitchen. His hair was wrapped in a towel he'd brought with him and one of Lisa's was wrapped round his body. He wore the same pair of heels he'd arrived in as he sauntered over to where she was cooking and put his arms round her, nuzzling the back of her neck.

"Nice shower?" she asked.

"Mmm."

"This'll be ready soon."

"It smells good." He started to nibble on Lisa's ear and she turned half round to look at him.

"What are you wearing those for?" she asked, seeing his shoes.

"They're the only ones I brought with me."

"You don't have go round in three inch heels all the time, Bambi. Not anymore."

"I like heels" said Bambi, with a touch of reproach in his voice.

Lisa, who saw them as some kind of symbol of repression, was a little surprised but answered "Ok." One step at a time, she thought.

 

ELEVEN

It was the following morning and Lisa had to go to work. Bambi had, out of habit, got up early and was preparing breakfast. He was appalled by the paucity of ingredients in Lisa's kitchen and was already tutting to himself and making plans to improve things. Hadn't she heard of mail order? You could get anything you want with just a phone call. He wore a scarlet silk dress with a faint butterfly print on the fabric. He'd showered and made himself up nicely. A pair of black stockings would go nicely with this outfit he thought, and some different shoes! He cursed the fact he'd neglected to bring so much.

Lisa woke to find her bed empty. The sound of cooking from the next room told her where Bambi was and she walked into the kitchen with a weary smile on her face. He turned to meet her when she came in.

"You look stunning" she said, because it was true.

"Thank you" said Bambi, with a little curtsy.

Lisa laughed to herself a little and walked up to him. "You really are too good for me Bambi" she said, "you'll have to learn a few bad habits or I'll get spoilt."

Not so long ago, Bambi wouldn't have even understood this complement. Now, he basked in it; positively glowing. This is a different world, he told himself.

"This is almost ready" he said to Lisa, in almost a whisper.

Lisa was soon on her way to work, as she had gotten up late. Bambi went with her to the door to kiss her goodbye. She had left him no instructions beyond putting his feet up and showing him how to use the video. "I want you to relax" she'd said. Bambi had other ideas. He was going to do something about the terrible state of her house.

He started by strapping on a frilly apron he'd been fortunate enough to grab in the rush to leave home. Then, he did a survey of the cleaning products in Lisa's house. She was shockingly short of the most basic things. He made a list, writing with the air of a schoolmaster, of what she needed then moved on to take stock of her kitchen. So little proper food, he thought, how does she live on this stuff? He made a shopping list then, with great resourcefulness, found her credit card number on an old bank statement in the bin. Back at home, Bambi had never been allowed to do any financial transaction. The groceries were ordered, and mostly chosen, by his mistresses and delivered to the door. It was his job to put it all away. But he'd paid attention and knew how it worked. Here was a chance to show Lisa what he could do! He'd memorized the phone number and had Lisa's address from the same letter as her credit card number. The shopping would arrive in hours and Lisa would come home to a pristine, well stocked house. How pleased she would be! It was just a case of making the call. He'd never made one before, though he'd answered plenty. Lisa had warned him not to answer the phone, but surely making calls was different? Of course it was. The woman on the other end got rather annoyed with him until he realised he shouldn't say "please" and "thank you" after ordering each item, but otherwise it went well. Only when the deliverywoman arrived did Bambi had any doubts about what he was doing. "No-one must know you're here" Lisa had said, but figuring that the stranger wouldn't know who he was, he decided it was ok. She sure looked at Bambi funny when he opened the door but went about her business dutifully, Bambi having great fun ordering her about. When asked to sign for the delivery, he again showed great resourcefulness and wrote Lisa neatly in the box. He was really proud of that. Once the woman had left, Bambi put some music on and started dancing round the house. He was so clever! Who knows what he was capable of?

Lisa opened the front door to a barrage of unfamiliar odours. The first was at once fresh, floral and chemical, then came one of polish and finally the aroma of exotic spices from the kitchen. She took a double take. The house was pristine. Wooden surfaces shone with reflections, the windows gleamed, the carpet and sofa seemed several shades lighter, the books and records were neatly filed on the shelves, even her ornaments and knick-knacks seemed to be arranged in some geometrical pattern. She followed the smell of cooking into the kitchen. Bambi stood over the cooker in his frilly apron, now rather dirty, tending to something in a pan. He turned and smiled at her.

"My God Bambi, you did all this?"

"Uh-huh"

"I never knew the place could look this good." He turned away from her, looking pleased with himself. Lisa came up beside him saying "what you cooking?" Bambi told her and she looked around the room, seeing an array of strange jars and bottles. A slight note of concern crept into her voice. "Where did you get all these things, Bambi?"

"I bought them."

"You bought them."

"Uh-huh. Supermarket mail order." He tensed himself, waiting for his congratulations.

"What, someone came and saw you here?"

"Of course silly. Haven't you used mail order before?"

"Oh God. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! You stupid…"

Bambi looked at her, all wide eyed and scared. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong! Don't you understand… you being here is illegal. I'm not supposed to have you. If that woman calls the police… Do you see?"

"But I want to be here."

"That's not the point!" Lisa raged "They'll lock me up and throw away the key!"

Bambi was about to cry when a thought struck him. "They won't know it's me."

"Come on. There ain't many man-bitches in this neck of the woods."

He was stung by both the words and the contempt in her voice. Looking at her with a stroppy reproach, he said "I signed in your name."

Lisa was losing herself in apocalyptic reverie. "What?" she said.

"When I signed for the delivery, I used your name. Maybe they'll think that I'm you."

Lisa laughed, contemptuously at first, then genuinely; the chortles rolling out of her like sausage meat. "Yeah, maybe" she said. The idea was funny. She'd heard of women who like dressing up like that. A sort of fetish. "You might be right baby. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I should've explained things better."

"Yes" said Bambi, pouting, "You should have."

Lisa let out a sigh and cuddled him from the back. "Actually, I think things are going to be alright."

"Good" he said.

Lisa smelt his hair for a bit then suddenly wondered "Bambi, how did you pay for all this?"

"I used your credit card number" he said, sounding proud of himself.

Lisa snorted in disbelief, and rolled her eyes. "Bambi" she said in a very serious tone, turning him round, "don't you ever do that again."

After dinner, the two lovers relaxed on the sofa together, talking idly with each other. A question had been bothering Bambi since their row in the kitchen, and now he gave voice to it.

"Lisa, why is it illegal for me to be here? As long as Catherine and the others don't find us, we'll be alright won't we?"

"Bambi honey, legally, you're Catherine and the others' property. The same way that their house is their property."

Bambi thought about this. "I don't understand" he said finally.

"There's something I've got for you to read. I was going to give it you tomorrow, so you had all day to think about it" she got up and walked to where she'd left her satchel, "but maybe you should read it now. It'll answer your question." She handed him an envelope. "I've got to warn you baby, this is going to upset you, but you've got to find out sooner or later." They were looking deep into each others eyes. "I'm going to leave you alone while you read it, but I'll only be in the bedroom: If you need to talk about it come straight in, Ok?"

"Ok" he nodded. Lisa left him. With great trepidation, he slipped a nail under the flap of the envelope and cut it open. Inside was a glossy brochure. Carefully, and very slowly, he began to read.

 

TWELVE

The Maytree Arch School for Boys – The place to come for all your pleasure and fulfilment needs.

Founded in XXXX and fully endorsed by the state, the Maytree Arch School has been providing high quality domestic and personal service to satisfied women for over 50 years. Our boys are taken from their ripest and most impressionable age and moulded into passive, obedient servants who wish only to please. A beautifully sculpted, classical feminine form is produced through surgery and hormone therapy, whilst a regimented lifestyle and carefully selected medications keep the mind simple and the personality under perfect control. We guarantee every one of our boys will have the highest standards of manners, hygiene and taste and will be genuinely happy under even the strictest conditions. Satisfied customers everywhere attest to our product's refinement, grace and beauty. Be the envy of all your friends! Make your slave a Maytree slave.

Underneath, there were pictures of blonde haired she-males, like himself, dressed in his old school uniform. He turned the page.

If you wish to see our fantastic product first hand, come along to one of our showrooms. Three times a week* we offer our prospective customers the chance to experience the joys and pleasures a Maytree Arch boy can provide, free of charge. Our experienced matrons will be on hand to advise, entertain and introduce you to some of the most fantastic specimens of contemporary flesh. The great popularity of our product means we have a long waiting list so book early! Meet the boy of your dreams! Come to Maytree Arch.

*Tuesday, Friday, Sunday. Formal dress required. Phone for details.

The passage was printed over a montage of photos taken at the debutante balls Bambi once attended. He even recognised the decoration on the walls. He thought back, bitterly, to the happy times he had attending those events. He remembered how eager he had been to serve these new and exciting people. How mesmerising were the dances! And how exciting it had been to let them run their hands under his skirt, up his thigh, across his breast, knowing any one of them might be the one who sweeps him away, far off to a new dawn. Now, however, he knew they were just sampling him, like one squeezes a piece of fruit. The effect was mortifying. On the opposite page were quotes from satisfied customers. Bambi flicked past them in disgust. Turning the page once more, he came upon a photo of a face, looking at the camera with sensual desire, covered in red light.

For our more discerning customers, Maytree Arch provides a full sexual training service for our boys. After purchase, your slave is whisked away to a special clinic, where he is acclimatised to a variety of bedroom practices, so that your most intimate service is as natural to him as kissing your feet. A full and discreet customization service is available where, on receipt of payment, a trained mentor will listen to and understand your specific needs and adjust your slave's training accordingly. No matter what your desire, Maytree Arch will cater for it.

Bambi had read enough. The last page had made him shudder. By chance he'd avoided that last degradation, but the fact didn't console him in the least. His whole life was a lie. Dropping the pamphlet, he wandered to the window, without really noticing what he was doing. He looked down at the street below and began looking through his memories with new eyes. There were gaps, he noticed, huge gaps in his childhood. Remembering punishments he suffered, his guilt changed to outrage. His proudest moments seemed suddenly empty. He felt hollow. Looking at the street below, he contemplated the world and set himself against it. From somewhere, the thought of jumping loomed large in his mind. Tears streamed down his cheeks. "What was the point?" he wondered. Then he thought of Peaches, his old school friend. He was out there somewhere, slaving away for some "customer" just like he was. His face hardened. He walked through to see Lisa. She got up immediately when she saw him, her face a picture of concern.

"We've got to find others" said Bambi, his voice strangely expressionless.

"I agree" said Lisa.

"Then let's go"

"If you go out looking like that" she said, "they'll arrest us."

"Then what?"

"Well first of all" said Lisa with a smile, "we'll have to dress you as a woman."

 

(To be continued…)

  

  

  

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