The Drive

by Jennifer White

 

Clint turned up the windshield wipers to their fastest setting. The glare of the oncoming cars and trucks was getting to be too much for him. He had been on the road for four hours now, after having worked all day at the customer site.

His meeting the next day wasn't until 10:00, so he was thinking of stopping soon, perhaps at the next hotel that didn't look to seedy. This part of the country had some run-down postindustrial areas, so you didn't want to stop just anywhere.

And with all of the construction on the main expressway, Clint was using a small rural highway as a shortcut. But with the big thunderstorm rolling in on him, driving was getting difficult now. The wind was howling, lightning was flashing across the sky, and the rain continued to pour down in buckets.

Clint felt like closing his eyes, he was so tired now. He was ready to stay at *any* hotel he could find now. It was one of those drives where you were fighting off sleep, and you knew you really needed to stop.

 

But suddenly, things went from bad to worse. The car's engine made a funny sound. Then another one. And suddenly, all power went out in the car. Clint turned to the side of the road, as he coasted to a stop. Of all times to break down! Did it have to be at night, out in the country?

He sighed. At least with modern technology, you weren't as bad off as in the old days. He took out his cell phone to call for a tow. But out here, there was no signal. He felt upset. What else could possibly go wrong? He closed his eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath.

The next flash of lightning he saw gave him hope though: there was a house not far off of the road. He hadn't noticed it before. He could go in there, and use their phone to call for a tow. He got out his umbrella, waited for what seemed like a small lull in the rain, and made a dash for the house.

Umbrella or not, when he got to the front porch, he was soaked through and through. How he could see why he hadn't noticed the house before: they didn't have power. Only dim flickering candlelight in the window gave any indication that someone was inside. Clint knocked on the door.

 

A few moments later, a girl, perhaps 16 or 17 years old answered the door. She left it open just a crack, enough to see her. A flash of lightning illuminated her soft smooth face, and her delicate feminine features. She had long dark hair, and she was very attractive. More attractive than a girl her age should be. She was young enough to be his daughter. He tried to banish all thoughts and feelings of attraction from his mind.

"Excuse me Miss" said Clint. "My car broke down. Can I borrow your phone to call for a tow?"

"Sorry sir, but the phone is out" replied the girl in a soft, delicate voice.

"Oh" said Clint, not knowing what to do now.

 

"Alicia! Don't leave that gentleman out in the rain! Invite him in this moment!" said an authoritative female voice. The door swung open, and Clint stepped in from the howling wind and the cold rain.

"Sorry Ma'am, I'm dripping on your carpet" said Clint.

"Don't worry. Alicia will clean it up. She does my housework. Why don't you go into the bathroom down the hall, and change into a dry robe? You look soaked through to the bone."

"Thank you Ma'am" said Clint.

"Oh, you needn't be that formal. My name is Alexandra."

"Clint. Nice to meet you Alexandra. I'm much obliged."

"Go! Get into something dry before you catch a cold! A spare robe is hanging on the back of the door. And there are extra towels in the cupboard."

 

Clint nodded in thanks, and started down the hall to the bathroom, with an old-fashioned looking candle holder in hand to give him light. He felt self-conscious about the dipping water coming off of him. He found the bathroom, went inside, and closed the door. First he took off his wet suit coat, his wet shirt and pants. He kicked off his shoes, which were muddy and soaking. What a mess he must have made in the hall! He'd offer to clean it up when he got done in here.

He took out a towel, and dried himself off. Now he turned to the back of the door. There was one robe hanging there. It was pink with black trim, soft and silky. At least it was dry! He wrapped it around himself, and tied the belt. It came down barely to his knees. It was made for someone quite a bit smaller than him!

His feet were cold, but there were pink fuzzy slippers. Again, something was better than nothing. So he put them on, and hung his wet clothes over the shower curtain rail. He felt ridiculous dressed like that, but what choice did he have?

Just about then, the lights flickered and came to life! They had power again. Maybe the phone would work now too. Clint opened the door, and was surprised to see the girl Alicia on her hands and knees, cleaning the mess he made with water and mud on the floor.

"I was going to get that" said.

"It is her job to keep my house clean" replied Alexandra. "Don't worry about her. You must be tired and cold. Can I offer you a drink? Or would you like to join us for dinner?"

"I hate to impose" he said.

"It isn't imposing. The weather is terrible, the power keeps going on and off, and our phone isn't working. I wouldn't feel right sending you back out into that storm. No, you can stay with us, eat dinner, and sleep in the guest room upstairs. It is nice to have company for a change."

Clint nodded. Folks out here in the country were so much friendlier than they were in the big city. He sat down with Alexandra, and had a drink while they waited for Alicia to set the table, then bring in the hot food.

"Can I try the phone again?" said Clint.

"I just tried a moment ago, and it is still dead. You're welcome to try all you like, but I'm afraid that we must have a line down. With these rural phone systems, when a line goes down, there is no backup until the fix it."

"Too bad" said Clint, wondering how he would get to his appointment tomorrow. Maybe she had a car, and could drive him into the next town in the morning. But there was nothing he could do now; he was stuck there for the night. At least it was nice to be stuck somewhere that they treated him in a friendly manner, and were offering him food and drink, along with good company and a bed for the night. Much better than sleeping in his car, out in the rain, hoping for someone to come by and help!

 

Alicia brought the food out from the kitchen, and laid it out on the table. There was a salad, along with a good basic meal: a roast, beans, potatoes, bread and butter. Nothing fancy like at a good restaurant. Just a good old-fashioned home cooked meal.

But something made him uneasy: whenever Alicia was around, she was always staring at him. This time, when he caught her eye, she licked her lips. Now that the power was on, he could see that she was wearing lots of makeup, including a bright red lipstick. He felt an involuntary tick in his groin when she made a pouting kiss with her lips, and winked at him.

Now first of all, it would be very rude of him to flirt with the serving girl in front of her employer, Alexandra, who had been kind enough to offer him food and lodging for the night. But he just didn't feel right with any feelings of attraction to a girl the same age as his daughter. He looked away, trying to ignore her.

 

The food was good, as was the conversation with Alexandra. She told him that her family had owned the same house for five generations, but that she never had children, so she was alone until she hired Alicia to come and work for her.

"She is like a daughter to me" she said.

"She does an excellent job around here" said Clint. "When I went to use the washroom a few minutes ago, she had even taken my clothes to dry them off and iron away the wrinkles."

"Yes, she does a great job here. She has learned a lot in the two years she has worked for me."

Clint nodded, and finished off the brandy he was drinking as a nightcap.

 

"Oh my, look at the time. I've talked your ear off" said Alexandra. "You must be tired. Off to bed with you!"

"Thank you Alexandra. Thank you for everything. You turned a terrible night into something fun and interesting. Even if I did have to wear a pink robe all night."

Alexandra laughed. Clint was thankful that she had ignored his attire, and that he had all but forgotten about it by now.

"Get a good night sleep, and I'll see you in the morning" she said.

 

Alicia showed Clint to his bedroom, where she had just turned down the bed. It looked like a girl's room, with the canopy bed, and everything decorated in soft colors. But no matter. He was tired, and any bed would do now. He thanked her, and closed the door. Just as he was about to get into the bed, the lights flickered again, and went out. No power. Oh well, he was going to sleep now. By morning, the storm would be gone, and power would be back.

The bed was big and comfortable, with down pillows and a big fluffy quilt. The sheets were soft and satin, and the mattress was wonderfully soft as well. His boxers were still damp from the soaking he got, so he took them off, as they were feeling uncomfortable. He laid back, pulled the covers up, and in minutes he was sound asleep.

 

 

Clint was having a terrible dream. In his dream, he was in his sister's room, at his mom and dad's house where he had grown up. But that wasn't the bad part. He had many fond memories of playing with his sister when they were growing up. The bad part was that in the dream, he was wearing her clothes! A blue and white play dress that their mom had sewn for her. He was wearing one identical to hers. He stared at her face, feeling strange because he was dressed in an identical outfit as hers.

Then in his dream, he realized that he had long hair too, just like his sister did. And then came the worst: he realized that he wasn't looking at her, he was staring in a mirror! Those gentle bumps on her chest, where she was just starting to fill out her bra? He had them too. He was looking at an image of *himself*, not her. In his dream, he had *become* his sister! He woke up in a cold sweat. It must have been because he was laying in a girl's room tonight. That was what made him have that terrible dream.

He chuckled to himself. How silly of him to have been upset. It was just a dream. Just a dream. He rolled over, and fell back to sleep.

 

Clint was dreaming again. It was a warm happy dream. Everything felt wonderful. He felt contented. He was at home, in his room again. Everything looked so familiar. He looked up at his mom, who smiled proudly.

"My little girl is becoming a woman" she said, in the dream.

Clint basked in the glow of praise from his mommy. She reached out, and handed him something. A tampon. He hurried into the bathroom, and pulled up his skirt. It was time. He pulled his panties, down, took the plastic wrapper off the tampon, and prepared to insert it, as he had practiced before with mummy. But this time, it was for real. This time, he was having a period. He reached down, and...

 

"No!" said Clint out loud, snapping back to consciousness. It was *another* dream where he was his sister. This one was even worse, because when his mind forced him to wake up, he was done inserting the tampon. In his dream, he *was* his sister, in every way. He even had a pussy. He was a girl. It was very disturbing, to say the least! Even more disturbing was the fact that he noticed how he was fully aroused. Why would *that* dream turn him on?

 

Now Clint felt very uneasy. The hairs on the back of his head were standing up. It felt as though he was being watched. Someone else was in the room with him! He was sure of it.

"Who's there?" whispered Clint.

The sky had cleared up after the rain. The moon was out now, and the pale silver light shone through his window, as the cloud which had been obscuring it drifted off. Now the moonlight filled his room, through the opening between the lace curtains. And in that light, he could make out a figure. Alicia.

She was dressed in a flowing gown, her hair let down. She was walking towards him. She was at the bedside now, and she was pulling back the covers. At first, Clint thought he must be dreaming again. This couldn't be real. But the touch of her soft fingers on his hairy chest told him that this wasn't a dream; this was *real*.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

"Mmm" she said. "You are so sexy."

Alicia let her robe fall to the floor, allowing Clint a view of her young, perfect body. She climbed into the bed, straddling his legs. He was looking at her with eyes wide open with a mixture of shock, fear, and lust.

"We can't do this, even if I wanted to" he said. "You're too young."

"I'm legal" she replied.

"You're young enough to be my daughter!" he said.

Alicia responded by smiling, and lowering her head. As her warm mouth descended onto Clint's fully aroused manhood, he gasped. She felt so warm, so moist. She licked him there, then grabbed him at the base of his manhood, as she started to move her head up and down.

"Mmmm!" she said.

 

Clint felt an old feeling, like when he was a teenager, and had made out with a girl in his car. They had been in a dark parking lot, when she got all excited and unzipped his pants. It was the first time a girl had ever made him come, and the arousal had been heightened by the danger of being caught.

Now it was the same. What if Alexandra caught them together? She had shown him nothing but kindness. And Clint was sure she would be very angry that he was in bed with her. He felt really paranoid, and a moment later, just as his manhood started to throb as it went into the throes of an orgasm, his worst fears came true. Alexandra emerged from the shadows, and into view.

 

Clint's mind was a blur. How could he explain what he was doing with Alicia? Saying that 'it was her idea' or that 'it was her fault' would sound so childish. He fumbled for the words to say.

"I...." he tried to start, before Alexandra cut him off.

 

"You've made excellent progress, Alicia" she said. "Good."

"Thank you" replied Alicia.

"You are free to go now. Your service to me has ended."

"Thank you" said Alicia, clearly excited now. She got off of Clint, pulled on her robe, and practically ran out of the room.

Now Alexandra turned her attention to Clint.

"I'm losing one serving girl" she said. "But I'm gaining another."

Her statement didn't make any sense to Clint. But he had other worries now, like what to tell her.

"Do you know that the last time we had a gentleman caller" said Alexandra, "Alicia was so shy that she didn't even want to see him naked? But as you can see, now she feels such a strong attraction to a man that she can't help herself. Yes, her progress has been remarkable."

"I don't understand" said Clint. "I thought you'd be upset. But you seem proud."

"I *am* proud of her. Today, she showed me that she has fully accepted womanhood, and that she is complete. Now she is ready to leave me, and make her way in the world."

"I still don't understand you, Ma'am" said Clint, who was completely confused now.

 

Clint went to sit up, so he could pull the covers back up. He felt really weird laying there naked, with Alexandra standing over him. But something was wrong; he tried to sit up, but he found that he could not move. He gathered all his strength, and tried again to reach for the covers. But he could not. He was immobile.

"You feel my power overtaking you now, don't you?" said Alexandra, who had moved to the foot of the bed. She raised her arms up, and Clint felt himself become enveloped in strange cold tingle all over. He couldn't take his eyes off of his body, which felt really weird now.

His eyes were playing tricks on him too, he decided. Because now, the bed seemed so much bigger than it had before. When he went to sleep, his feet had hung off the end. But now, there was plenty of room in the bed for him. How could the bed be growing larger?

And in the eerie moon glow, his body seemed strange. His skin looked pale and even all over, as if there wasn't even any hair on his chest. But it was his chest where his eyes were really seeing things. It almost looked like he had those same gentle mounds on his chest, like he had when he was in the dream of being his sister.

Between his legs, Clint had been fully erect. But as this strange feeling had come over him, it had slowly gone flaccid. But now came something alarming: down there, it didn't just go limp. It looked like it was getting *smaller* too. Like the size it was when he was just a boy. It looked like it was still shrinking, even now. And then the tip of it disappeared from his sight, leaving only a the mound of pubic hair visible. He had never been that small!

Clint tried to talk, but he could not. He could only stare. The mound of hair between his legs was getting smaller now. Thinner, lighter, and less of it. When it stopped thinning, there was only a little of it left. He should be able to see *something* poking out from between his legs, without the hair to obscure his vision. But he could see nothing down there.

 

Alexandra lowered her arms. She came around, and sat on the bed beside him.

"It is done" she said. "Your name is Savannah. You are a girl now."

 

Clint's mind couldn't make sense of what she just said. It was nonsense. Impossible. He was a man, not a girl. He was Clint, not Savannah! He had to get out of this place. It was just too weird for him to stay even one moment longer. He went to sit up. But something was wrong.

His body *was* different. Every motion felt strange. His proportions. His weight. The soft mounds on his chest. His long hair! His soft skin. His young, flexible muscles. He *was* a girl now. His mind tried to make sense of his new reality, which he still considered impossible.

He looked up to Alexandra, who was holding something out for him to take. Something small, cylindrical, and white.

"I believe you already know how to put one of these in" she said. "You need one now. You're on your period."

It was just like his mother in his dream! He took it with a trembling hand, noticing now how hairless his arms were. How tiny his fingers and wrists had become. How he had long, perfectly shaped nails. His hands were a *girl's* hands now.

He took the tampon from her, and just as in the dream, unwrapped it. Somehow, the dream had given him knowledge and experience, as if he had really done this before. With an expert hand, he reached down, and inserted the tampon. It had a plastic applicator, so it went in easily and quickly. He was now hyperaware of the fact that he was a girl. He was on his period. He had a tampon in. In his pussy.

Fear gripped him as his mind wrapped around the fact that undeniably, he was a girl now.

 

"My little girl is becoming a woman" said Alexandra, proudly. Just as his own mother had in his dream. He looked up to her, and became frightened at the new feelings he had for her. Somehow, *she* was his mother now. He felt the same love and respect for her, that he would for his own mother. Somehow, she had become the imposing authority figure, the loving nurturer, and of course the role model for a little girl.

 

"You are my servant now, Savannah" she said. "You will work for me until you are 18 years old, and you have demonstrated to me that you have fully accepted womanhood."

Clint thought about what she had said to Alicia when she saw them together in bed. Did she mean that he would have to do the same to some other man? Now he was really frightened.

"The rules are simple" continued Alexandra. "If you ever disobey me, in any way at all, I will regress your age by one month. Then that is one more month that you will serve me. Do not think of being defiant though, because when your age regresses, I also erase part of *you* from your mind, and replace it with something of me. Search your feelings towards me, and you'll understand what I mean. What am I to you now?"

"My mother" said Clint, hearing a girl's voice coming from his mouth for the first time, which was a shocking experience to say the least!

"Yes Savannah. I am your mother now. And you will find a few other things in your mind that weren't there before. Now if you are bad, and I have to punish you, you will find that you are younger, and that there will be less and less of *you* left inside. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am" said Clint.

"One man I had was very abstinent. She just refused to accept that she had become a girl. So she absolutely refused to obey me at all. I had to regress her all the way back into diapers. But by then, her mind was completely erased, so when she grew up as a girl, all of her previous life was gone from her mind. I shaped and molded her into what *I* wanted. As a punishment to her, I made her a nymphomaniac, as well as being completely subservient. She wanted to please every man she found. She works today, in shall we say, the oldest profession?"

 

Clint swallowed hard. That was a fate he certainly didn't want for himself! And so he realized, he had no choice. He was going to have to do what she said. He saw her turn to Alicia, who had a suitcase packed, and say something into her ear. Alexandra left the room, so it was only him and Alicia now.

 

"I understand what you're going through. Once, I was just like you" she said.

"You have to help me get out of here!" said Clint. "If you were once a man, then you know why I can't go through with this! Please, help me!"

"I am here to show you your room" said Alicia. "Here is where your uniforms are. You are to wear your uniform from 6:30am when you arise, until 8:30pm when you go off duty. After that, you are free to dress as you like. But even when off duty, if Madam needs something, you will still serve her. Now get dressed so I can show you your daily chores."

Clint *hated* how it felt, as she dressed him in the black lacy panties, the matching bra, the garter belt, the nylons, the sexy maid uniform, and the high heel shoes. Alicia told him that in his mind, he would already know how to put on his makeup, and to do his hair.

"She puts that in your mind when she transforms you. Be glad for that; it is a lot of work, and it would take you years to learn on your own."

She then put earrings into the holes which were already in place in Clint's ears. She put a necklace on him, and gave him a bracelet. She then led him around the house, showing him where everything was, and explaining his daily chores. Cooking, cleaning, washing, vacuuming, and so on.

 

"Are we done?" he asked.

"Yes" she replied.

"Good. Now when you get out of here, go get help for me!" he hissed into her ear.

Alicia left him, and a few moments later, he could hear the door close. He heard his car start, and drive off. He was alone now with Alexandra. And he was a girl now.

"You were a bad girl, Savannah" said Alexandra.

"What?" he replied.

"You asked Alicia to get help for you. You tried to escape me. For that you will be punished. Now."

Alexandra raised her arms, and Clint felt that strange feeling come over him again. It didn't last very long, and he couldn't detect what had changed. But he knew it couldn't be good.

"You are now one month younger" said Alexandra. "You will have to serve me longer now. And I have altered your mind, as I told you."

"What did you do?" said Savannah, in a barely audible whisper.

Alexandra smiled.

"What is your name?" she said.

"Savannah" replied the girl.

"And tell me Savannah, what was your name yesterday?"

"Savannah" she replied.

"How long has that been your name, dear?"

"All my life" she replied.

"So you've never had another name, have you?"

"No, of course not" said Savannah.

Alexandra smiled again. It would take the girl some time to realize that she once had another name. Then she would know true fear, as she realized the full extent of the power she was facing.

"Now get on your knees" said Alexandra. "And repeat after me."

Savannah got onto her knees.

"I will obey completely, in all things, at all times" said Alexandra.

"I will obey completely, in all things, at all times" replied the girl.

"I dedicate my life to being a servant."

"I dedicate my life to being a servant."

"I do not own myself anymore, I exist only to serve."

Savannah echoed this line, and all of the others.

"Now we will test you" said Alexandra. "I will ask you to do some things I know you don't want to do. And we'll see just how well you live up to your oath. You can start by telling me that you are a girl now."

"I am a girl now" said Savannah.

"Tell me that you *like* being a girl."

"I like being a girl" she said.

"Good. I'm glad you like being a girl. Now tell me that you look forward to growing up to become a woman."

Savannah paused.

"I look forward to becoming a woman" she said finally, after weighing the pros and cons of *not* saying it.

"That is so wonderful, that you're looking forward to womanhood" said Alexandra warmly. "Once you're a woman, you'll need a man of course. Tell me that you want to be in love with a man."

Savannah paused again, but did not say it.

"Come on Savannah, it is every girl's dream to have a man one day."

But Savannah still didn't say anything.

"You leave me no choice" said Alexandra. She raised her arms up, and Savannah felt that same strange feeling creep over her. When it was done, she was one month younger than before.

"Now lets try it again, shall we?" said Alexandra, with an evil smile on her face. "Tell me how much you want to be in love with a *man*."

  

  

  

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