The Mistress of Chatsford Manor

by

Donna Dee and Karen-Anne Summerfield

ฉ February 2004

  

Part II

First morning

 

Alison had brought two suitcases from her room and gave me one to carry downstairs; she had obviously packed a lot of her clothes. Down in the hall, she put on a lightweight black raincoat, buttoned it and did up the belt. I wore a pale green three quarter jacket with no belt and carried a matching purse on a shoulder strap. She embraced me, taking care not to spoil her makeup or smudge the little that I'd been allowed either.

"Well, Erica, this is it; my big day, my first as a mistress. I have dreamed of this day and worked hard to make it come true. I do still love mum and I will get over my anger, but it will take time. You saw for yourself how Madison dominates me and now it is my turn to do the same to others – and I intend to do just that.

"I am not supposed to tell this to anyone, so promise me that you will keep this to yourself, now promise me, Erica." I promised, "Since Madison and I first put into effect the changes we had thought were worth making to her mother's business, about three years ago, Madison and her mother have made a hell of a lot of money, most of which has been ploughed back into the business. As a result of our efforts, Mrs. Parke has opened several other centres and the profits have exceeded their wildest dreams. Dr. Vaughan will explain things to you when she does your medical, but you must not admit you have even an inkling of what I have just told you.

"I have explained how things must be between us from now on, but we shall get a few minutes now and again and I will always be looking out for you. Trust Madison as you trust me, and you won't go far wrong. You will be in one of my classes from time to time and I hope to see you are making progress. Let me just add this, Erica; you have the opportunity to earn a great deal of money – the chance is yours for the taking, but what is more important is that you will be the girl of your dreams and rise to a position of considerable importance within this organisation. Now come on, let's get going."

The security guard recognised Alison and checked his board before admitting me. We had to use the back entrance unless we were accompanying a commercial client or with one of the directors. As we went around the back of the building, I was surprised to see about two dozen girls, all in very short pale green dresses walking in two's from one of the back buildings to the main house. A moment later, I saw that not only were each couple handcuffed together, but the couples were linked front to back by a chain from their belts to the pair behind. They were escorted by whip carrying guards; I looked at Alison in amazement.

"We must be later than I thought," she said

"Who are they, Ali?"

"You mean mistress, don't you?" she hissed. "I wasn't joking when I said I would punish you if necessary you know, Erica."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. Who are they and where are they going?"

"It doesn't concern you really. They are part of the current intake of slaves and they are going to morning assembly. Now stop asking me questions and get to your room, it's number twelve at the end. There should be others there who will show you what to do. Now before you go, what is it you must remember?"

"To call you mistress and not to tell anyone you are my sister."

"Correct, now get along. I will probably see you sometime later today."

 

I didn't feel nervous, so why was I shaking like a leaf? I knew I looked good albeit I'd have liked a little more makeup, a sort of so near and yet so far feeling. Apart from me, the corridor was empty and I dawdled along as if I had all day to get there. It took me several minutes to walk down the corridor, not because it was all that long – it was just that I was suddenly scared to death. Eventually I tapped nervously on the door of room twelve; it opened at once and one of two other quite attractive girls dressed identically to myself in dark green mini dresses practically dragged me inside. "We were told to expect you and were starting to get worried you might be late on your first day," said one as they both hugged me and kissed my cheek in greeting.

They were nicely made up and I wished again that Ali hadn't made me use mine so sparingly. I wondered if they knew I was a boy, but decided they probably did not. Sonia and Susan were also fourteen and, like me, were going to do Saturday training for jobs in the organisation when they were older. Both of them were acquainted with Madison, but neither of them knew what their job would be. This was their second Saturday and they were about to fill me in on what they did last week when the bell rang.

"Come on," said Sonia, "we must not be late." They hurried down the corridor with me in hot pursuit. "Don't forget to curtsey when the mistresses come in," called out one of my new friends.

One of the doors, the only one to be labelled, had, 'Assembly Room', on it and it was, of course, our destination. It was a largish room in which the slaves I had seen earlier were lined up in three rows, still chained together. Susan pushed me up some steps onto a platform where we stood silently to one side. Two guards watched the slaves closely, swishing their canes noisily whenever somebody moved or spoke.

"Pay attention," yelled one of the guards as a door at the back of the stage opened and in walked Madison, followed by my sister and two other sixteen or seventeen year olds whose uniforms were brown, but otherwise similar to those worn by Madison and Ali. Everyone, without exception, including the slaves, curtseyed to the two mistresses who nodded their acknowledgement. Alison then curtseyed to Madison.

The only difference between the outfits that Madison and my sister wore was that Alison had a name badge; I guess everybody knew who the governor was. Madison called to the guards on the floor, (I had decided that was what they must be) and was assured that everyone was present, that all had been fed and were ready for work.

Madison then announced that Alison had been promoted to the rank of mistress and told everyone that she was to be accorded exactly the same levels of respect and obedience that they addressed to her. She was to be addressed as Mistress Alison at all times and by everybody, (my sister beamed when she heard this) whereas she herself was now to be called 'Madam' or 'ma'am'. Drawing attention to the coiled whip that hung from Alison's belt, she warned the slaves that it was not there for decoration and to prove the point, Mistress Alison would now give a brief demonstration.

We three trainees were each handed two balloons and told to hold them at arms length. In just a few seconds, Alison's whip had cracked six times, and a balloon was burst each time. Susan then held a matchstick between her fingers and with another crack of the whip it was broken in two.

Madison then turned on the large screen television and showed someone's back, covered with welts and cuts caused by a whip. This was done without comment, but the implication that Alison had done it to some poor wench was inescapable. She then cracked her whip viciously over the heads of the slaves causing them to cringe in fear, then re-coiled it and fixed it back on her belt.

Unexpectedly, Sonia started to run from the platform; one of the guards shouted out, "Stop her," and in a flash my sister's whip had been snatched from her belt; it cracked once more and the lash wound itself around Sonia's ankle jerking her to the floor. That this was a demonstration was quickly shown as all except the slaves applauded; Sonia jumped up and returned to her place. Another quick flash of her wrist, another frightening crack and Alison's whip coiled itself around my neck – I hardly felt it, but Madison then said that, if Alison had so intended, that could have been very painful indeed.

Madison clapped her hands twice; the slaves were marched out, (they were as sorry a looking bunch as I'd ever seen), as the two mistresses left the platform. The two girls in brown uniforms with "supervisor" embroidered onto their bodices smiled and spoke to the three of us.

"Hello, Erica, we are supervisors, I am Miss Robinson and this is Miss Cleaver; we should be addressed as 'miss' –not 'mistress'. We are full time staff having been trained here as you will be trained and are responsible for the general behaviour of all. Each Saturday, one of you will accompany one of us on a different project that I am sure you will enjoy and find interesting. There are other senior staffs that also take lessons. The fact that you are here indicates that you have accepted your terms of engagement and have been told the rules.

"I will give you this one warning, this is an establishment where discipline is the main thing for you to observe; any breach, however slight will be punished and it is our job to report everything we see. We are allowed to execute punishment for minor offences, but do not expect that to be more lenient than that carried out by the mistresses, because it won't be.

"Amongst other things, the organisation trains and disciplines slaves, mostly for the government, but some are for private clients. There is a commercial side that will not, for now, concern you, though you will be actively involved just as soon as we feel you are capable of handling it. After training, the slaves are sold, wherever possible for a profit, but don't worry about that yet either. You should be aware of this and accept that this is a perfectly normal activity and in the interest of the general public.

"It is true that slaves tend to be punished very severely at times, but only when more lenient methods have failed. Believe me it is the only way some of them will ever learn and they must learn or they are a financial loss to the organisation and that means smaller wages for all of us.

"It's time to start work. Susan, did you fix Erica up with a locker?

Susan curtseyed briefly. "No, Miss, Erica was only just in time for assembly."

"Then be earlier next week, Erica. Lateness is not tolerated for any reason.

"Right, both of you know what you should be doing I hope so go and get started.

"As a new recruit, Erica, I will give you a guided tour of this building at lunch time so you can find your way around, meanwhile you are to have a medical. The medical section is along the passage in room three. When you are finished, ask the nurse to page me. So run along now and get your medical."

 

The nurse was probably the oldest person I'd seen that day, but even she was only in her mid twenties, and dressed in the customary deep blue uniform. Marking a sheet fixed to a clipboard, she confirmed my name, address, home telephone number, and date of birth. When it came to sex she paused, looked at me and said, "I'm told that you are a male who wishes to be transgendered and that our doctor will be attending to this, is that correct?"

"Yes, nurse."

"And is this to start today?"

"I wish."

"You may be surprised. You already look like a girl to me, you have such lovely hair and you are so pretty. Honestly I would never have guessed; have you always been this pretty?"

"You are making me blush, nurse. I have always looked like a girl and I have wanted to be a real girl for as long as I can remember, but I have to go to school as a boy, of course. My hair has always been long and curls easily, but this is the first week I have been allowed to leave the house in a dress and makeup, mother wouldn't allow it before."

"How did you get round her objections?"

I gave an involuntary chuckle. "Well, I didn't really. She knows I am here, of course, but she didn't see me leave the house dressed as I am. She wouldn't have been best pleased."

"Oh dear! Don't you feel a bit strange wearing girls clothes in public?"

"These past six months I feel even stranger wearing boy's clothes and I've worn dresses in the house quite a lot."

"Were you never bullied at school because you look so girlish?"

"No, not ever. I must have had a guardian angel, but if I did, I don't know who it was."

"Well that's good, of course, but I rather think you were lucky. Anyway, Doctor Vaughan will be here shortly. Go behind that screen and take all your clothes off. Put on the robe there then come back here to me and I will start on the basics of your examination. Incidentally, you are not subject to the usual rules of discipline when you are in here, you may speak frankly with the medical staff and nothing you say will go beyond these walls, OK?"

It felt rather odd to see a naked boy with girl's hair and wearing make up, but I didn't let it worry me. When I returned to the nurse the most exhaustive medical I had ever undergone began.

Everything was measured, from my fingers to my toes and noted down in millimetres, even the length of my fingernails, (all of them). I was told that, under no circumstances was I to cut or trim my nails, but to let her do those every Saturday so that the exact length could be recorded. Special attention was paid to my chest, waist and hips when standing, breathing in, breathing out and hanging by my hands from an overhead bar. All these measurements were taken with some kind of laser device and recorded directly onto a computer screen; I watched in amazement, as row upon row of figures appeared one beneath the other. Finally she took a blood sample, quite a big one, then several more. I was handed a cup and told to go in the bathroom to provide a urine sample too.

The nurse had been finished about ten minutes when Dr. Vaughan came in. She stopped a few feet away from me and simply stared. She sounded totally disbelieving as she asked, "You are Eric Alexander?" The doctor was in her late thirties, fairly tall and her smile when she flashed it was brilliant. She continued to stare for another minute or so. "Take that robe off," she ordered,

I did as I was told and instinctively covered my penis with my hands.

"No, don't do that, Eric, I can hardly believe you've got one when I can see it let alone when you cover it up."

Dr, Veronica Vaughan, FRCS, was an attractive woman, but no more than that. Dressed in a fawn suit and wearing a half-length white nylon jacket with the obligatory stethoscope hanging around her neck she had a happy face and smiled warmly. She moved towards me and reached out her hands to touch my face with her fingertips, running them across my forehead, down my cheeks and around my chin. She inspected my eyes closely and then my ears, almost at once, her fingers were at work again gently running over my shoulders, down my upper arms and across my chest. She walked around the back and her fingers gently caressed my bottom

"Getting easier now?" she enquired, obviously referring to the two welts and four bruises Madison had left on my still tender bum. I agreed that they were, surprised that she knew about them in the first place.

"Put your robe back on.

"Nurse, bring a pillow for him to sit on please?"

The doctor sat behind her desk; she was very friendly and told me to relax. Basically she repeated the things nurse Redwood had said about everything being confidential.

"When Madison told me that Alison's younger brother wanted to be a girl and she showed me the picture your sister took, I admit to thinking this was a hoax, that the picture was of a girl dressed as a boy. However, you obviously are still mainly male and I need to hear some answers from your own lips before we take this any further. Your answers and everything else you say will all be recorded by the way." I had never heard Madison's name used without its being preceded with her adopted title before and it came as something of a surprise.

"Will you, Eric Alexander please confirm that you wish to undergo medical treatment that will, outwardly change your sex from male to female irrevocably? Do not be afraid to say 'no' if that is what you really feel, you are quite free to speak the truth, in fact, I insist that you do."

"Doctor Vaughan," I replied, looking her straight in the eye, "I have wanted to be a girl for as long as I can remember – a real girl if that's possible, but, if not, then as feminine as you can possibly make me."

The doctor looked up at nurse Redwood then asked, "Why?"

"I beg your pardon," I replied.

"A simple enough question, surely. Why do you want to be a female?" Seeing I was wondering what I ought to say she continued, "Is it a sexual thing, I mean do you want sex with men or boys?"

"Well, no. Not yet anyway."

"Then tell me why you do want to be a woman, tell me what you perceive to be the differences."

I told her the same things I'd said a hundred times before; it was the clothes, the makeup, the hairstyles, the perfumes, and all those feminine things.

"Fine, so why don't you just wear some false boobs and dresses – no one would know the difference."

"Because that would be cheating myself, I want to be a real girl."

"So what do you want me to do then?"

"I want you to carry out whatever surgical procedures may be necessary to make me into a girl."

"You mean you'd like me to give you some boobs, breast implants, yes?"

"That would be a good start, wouldn't it?"

"They would be no more genuine than falsies, wouldn't they?"

I didn't know what to answer.

"Eric, nothing could be easier than implanting silicone breasts into your chest. It is also a simple operation to remove your privates and give you the wherewithal to urinate like a woman, you'd fool anybody then, wouldn't you?"

"So are you saying I can't be a real girl then?" Tears were forming in my eyes

"No, I did not say that, did I? But to be a real woman you have to change inside, in here," she said, tapping her heart, " and in here," she said again, as she tapped her head. "To be a real woman you have to feel like a woman, think like a woman, act like a woman – all the time and everywhere."

"I could learn that, surely. Alison says you have changed lots of males into female, though I realise I am not supposed to know that."

"You are right about that at least, but these people are not real women just because they have boobs and no penises. Everything about them is false and that's not what you want is it?

"It would do for a start."

"Eric, when I first saw your picture and I was assured you really were a boy, a boy who desperately wanted to change his sex, I realised, that in you, I had the perfect opportunity to do the job right – go all the way, internally as well as externally and that is what I want to do with you. This won't be a seven day wonder sex change, this will take a couple of years to complete, but I believe I can give you what you want, breasts that lactate, ovaries, a womb so you can have children – everything. How about that?"

"That would be wonderful doctor, yes please?"

"Well, that seems clear enough to me, nurse, how about you?" The nurse agreed that was so.

"Excellent; your reply has been recorded and witnessed and you are now committed to see it through. Once last chance to change your mind?" she asked, her eyebrows rose with the asking of the question.

I shook my head; I did not want to change my mind.

"Well Erica, I think I may as well call you that now, there are limits to what I can do, but we have been carrying out experiments for many years and getting better all the time. What can definitely be done is this; I can soften your voice, I can give you breasts, as big as you like, within reason, I can slim your waist and round out your hips. Your face is almost perfect already and so are your legs and arms. However, the degree of success we can achieve depends to a large extent on how early we can make a start, before the onset of puberty if possible. Yours has begun, of course, but only just.

"Slight surgery will be required on your hands to lengthen your fingers. Some of your blood has already been electronically analysed and shows a calcium deficiency that will be corrected enabling your own nails to grow stronger, another test indicates a surfeit of X chromosomes, which in your case is good. When the time comes, that is to say when you are sixteen, we can perform SRS, which is the surgical removal of your penis and testicles, replacing them with female genitalia that will enable you to have normal male/female sex should you wish to do so, but that is not compulsory," she laughed. "We are working on internal surgery experiments in the hope of making it possible for you to have babies, but we're not there yet. If you ever can have a baby then, in theory, you should also be able to feed it naturally yourself."

"That, Erica, is the easy part. What is, in some cases, the most difficult part is to get the person involved adjusted mentally and, while it is true to say that you seem well along that road already, your personality has to change along with your body. Now then, go behind the curtain and get dressed while I fill in some notes then we will have a little chat. Oh, and put a little more lipstick on dear, it will suit you."

I dressed as quickly as I could and fixed my face before returning to sit opposite the doctor. "You look lovely, Erica," she smiled.

"Doesn't she nurse?

"However perhaps just a little less lip gloss until your Mum gets used to it, I did say just a little more."

The nurse agreed as Dr Vaughan told her to switch off the recorder and cameras and to bring herself a chair to join in the discussion.

"Ok then, Erica, let's get down to business, so to speak. How much do you know about the work we do here, how much did Alison tell you?"

"Very little, my sister would never discuss what she did here, that was what led to the row on Thursday night."

"What row was that?"

"Between Alison and mother. Mother wanted to know what went on here, why she got paid so much money. I think she thought Ali was a prostitute or something.

"I see, nothing that can't be mended. Your mother doesn't approve of you changing your sex, is that right?"

"Not entirely, doctor. When I was very young, my mother wished I were a girl, she told me so many times. I cannot remember a time when I didn't want to be a girl, wear lovely clothes to go with my hair, that sort of thing, but suddenly, or so it seemed to me, she went cold on the idea. She said she is worried that I may be making a mistake and wants me to wait until I am a lot older – not just sixteen, but eighteen or even twenty-one. I think that's obscene."

Dr. Vaughan laughed; "Yes I am sure you do, but it is quite understandable, Erica, don't you think? I would have been very concerned if I had a son who wanted to change his sex, but we are all different. You seem determined, desperate even, to go through with it and I think your mother will come to accept it, eventually. Would it help if I had a word with her?"

"It couldn't do any harm – I really don't want to wait at all, let alone beyond sixteen."

"Well, we do need her consent before we make any irreversible changes; does your mother smoke, incidentally?"

"Yes, even more than Alison."

"Then my success is guaranteed," she smiled, "Will she be at home in the morning?"

"Yes, I expect so, we hardly ever go out on Sundays."

"Then I will call at about eleven. Now I will need you to help me a little; once your mum has let me in and I am settled down, go make us a coffee then I will ask you to fetch my cigarettes from the car, bring them to me and then leave us alone for an hour."

"Are these cigarettes drugged?" I asked worriedly.

"They are, but it is harmless and merely enables me to plant certain thoughts in her mind; there are no side effects and she won't know that it wasn't her own idea. There is something else you have to do, though, tonight and in the morning. It is important that you remain in a dress of one kind or another the whole time, makeup as well, to get her used to the idea. As she has had an argument with Alison, I doubt she will object. Feel quite free to tell her everything you have seen here today, though I'd omit Alison's whip demonstration and the slaves in chains if I were you. Then, on Monday, I want you to come here and we will start the treatment to develop your breasts."

"What about going to school?"

"Well you are on holiday until September by which time you will have been enrolled into the catholic girls school in your new name."

"But there's a massive waiting list, I'll never get in there."

"I will get you in, now don't worry. Now then, legally I should wait until I have your mother's written consent before commencing this treatment, but, as I say, her agreement is a certainty, so how about I start this morning?

I agreed willingly.

"You see, Erica, for the best results regarding your non-surgical changes at least, we should really begin at once with a series of hormone tablets and injections, and the sooner the better. Nothing much that can be seen will happen in the first few months so that if we were forced to stop the treatment, no harm will have been done Your bust will become somewhat obvious in about six months, quite large in a couple of years, which is why we have to change your school."

Within minutes, two syringes had been emptied into my backside and I was given some tablets to take night and morning. "Once they take effect, Erica, in three or four months, we shall boost your new breasts with injections, rather like we did for your sister," she whispered in my ear.

I smiled knowingly; so that was how she got them.

"Don't expect them to work overnight, it will be several weeks before you see anything at all, but then they'll really come on – I promise. Meanwhile you carry on living at home until we tell you differently. Now tell me, how much do you really know about this place, Erica? Speak freely, you are one of us now."

"Only what I said earlier and what I've seen today – that's the truth."

"Yes, my dear, I am sure it is. What I am going to tell you now is for your ears only, Alison was quite right to be secretive, so what I am going to tell you now must never be repeated, all right?"

I said it was.

"Madison Parke and I are business partners – I helped her to finance the plan drawn up by her and your dear sister. There are several quite separate businesses that operate under the general heading of Madison's. The part I am concerned with is mostly medicinal, sex changes being a major part of that, my other special interest being the ponygirls. I spend most of my time developing new drugs to change peoples mind patterns, such as the one I shall give to your mother tomorrow.

"Perhaps you wondered why all the slaves you saw this morning were girls – or didn't it occur to you?"

"I assumed this was a centre just for girls, I didn't give it a thought."

"Quite, but at least three quarters of the girls you saw earlier are, or perhaps I should say were really boys – it was for this purpose that the drugs we use were invented. If we have a troublesome boy, he is changed into a girl, well almost. As I said to you earlier, I can make their hair grow as long as yours in a few days; breasts are easy, as big as we want, though they are not functional as yours will be. It is not difficult to chemically castrate boys before amputating their penises. However, they will not be provided with female sex organs, what is left of their appendages is tucked just under the surface so they may continue to urinate. Does all this shock you, my dear?"

"Well yes, it does a bit. I never dreamt, I mean er why?"

"Because they are easier to control as females, mostly they hate wearing dresses, at least they do at first. When they get into costume they hate it even more, but we will come to that later. The resulting 'girls' are sold all over the world for vast sums of money. They have to be trained of course, and that's where Alison and her staff come in. Doing as they are told is less painful than the whip, even so Alison's whip arm gets plenty of exercise."

I didn't know what to say so I kept quiet. There was something obscene about what was happening here, even so it all seemed very exciting and I was anxious to see for myself.

"We must leave it there, Erica, you can spend most of Monday with me, unless some emergency crops up, and I will show you some of the slaves we have altered. While you are undergoing your changes, you will spend most of your time with me so that I can check you regularly."

 

She paged my supervisor who gave me a card of room numbers and their occupants before taking me to the canteen for a salad lunch. After that, I was taken to see the gym in which I could work out whenever I felt like it and then to get fixed up with my uniform. Ten minutes later I was dressed just like Sonia and Susan. Next I had to report to Miss Cleaver for deportment lessons. The next two hours were spent walking properly and curtseying correctly – it sure as hell made my legs ache. I was supposed to finish at four thirty, but I had to report to Madison before I left. It was impressed on me that I must remember to call her madam or ma'am from now on and to curtsey properly. I was glad of the reminder.

Madison kept me waiting about ten minutes then called me in. I curtseyed to her; she nodded then directed me to a chair. "How's it going, Erica?"

"Wonderful, thank you ma'am; couldn't be better."

"I am so pleased to hear that. That uniform really suits you. Tell me, which would you prefer, the uniform or a really nice dress?"

"I am honoured to wear the uniform, ma'am, and am happy to continue doing so until you say otherwise."

"Well said, Erica, I can tell your brainwashing lessons are going to be the least of my problems." A serious look replaced Madison's smile.

"I understand that you and Alison had problems with your mother last evening. Can I help to resolve them?"

"Dr. Vaughan is to call on my mother in the morning ma'am,"

"Excellent, I expect she will sort it out then. Meanwhile, there are a couple of things I want you to do, nothing difficult, but you must do them, is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Go home as a girl, in a dress and proper makeup and stay dressed all evening, your mother has to get used to the changes we are going to make in you. Your mum thinks she has lost one child this week and will not want to lose another, so we must capitalise on those fears. I doubt she will protest at all. Tomorrow, get up early, get dressed and made up again, take your mum her tea in bed and then later, fix her breakfast – in short be very loving and attentive to her. When Dr. Vaughan has been there, I think you will see a change for the better, I hope so anyway. If you get the chance to ring me to confirm all is well then do so, otherwise pop in to see me on Monday morning, OK my dear?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I am aware that you should only be here on Saturday's, but as you are on holiday from school, I want you here on Tuesday morning as well – will that be a problem?"

"I don't think so, ma'am."

"Excellent. Off you go then, Erica, I shall look forward to seeing you next week. Have you enjoyed your day?"

"I have, ma'am, thank you very much. I rose, curtseyed again and went home, a tired, but very happy looking girl.

I went home in my uniform and makeup, my coat over the top and carrying the dress I'd worn that morning in a Tesco^ฎ carrier bag. I arrived before my mother, changed into a dress and then proceeded to set the table for tea – it seemed very strange to be only setting two places.

The look on mothers face was one of acute disappointment to see how I was dressed, but it was something I was resolved she'd have to get used to, the somewhat bold makeup as well. However, she made no adverse comment and even managed to ask if I had enjoyed my day. I said I had, very much, and asked if she wanted details; to my surprise she did. So it was that I related most of what had happened. I omitted Alison's whip demonstration, the slaves and the fact that I had had injections, but I did tell her everything else.

*****

Saturday dinner was usually Tesco's^ฎ frozen battered cod fillets, McCain^ฎ oven chips and Birds Eye^ฎ frozen peas and tonight was no exception. When she saw that I had laid the table and got the food out of the freezer ready for her to cook, she lightened up a bit and at the sight of the opened bottle of Sauterne, (her favourite) even raised a smile.

Mother cooked the food, we sat in our usual chairs to eat it and I was given a glass of wine that I really didn't like. There was no sweet to follow though mum did have some chocolate ้clairs, but I declined one of those as well. Mother's eyebrows went up at this, the first time I had ever been known to refuse a cream cake.

I got up to make the coffee while mother had her customary cigarette from a packet of twenty that was already less than half full. As she usually got through a whole packet in a day, it seemed she had been hitting her habit rather harder than usual, perhaps worrying about Alison. She made no comment on the clothes I was wearing, which threw me a bit because I was hoping she would start the inevitable, (or so I thought), conversation going.

After dinner I claimed Alison's former fireside chair for myself and we sat to watch television, trying to outguess the contestants on 'Who wants to be a Millionaire', and then watched a video of the National Lottery draw that we'd made as the programmes clashed. We won a tenner, by the way.

By ten o'clock, mother had reduced the contents of her cigarette packet to just three and announced that when this packet was empty she was going to give up smoking for good. I was shocked, but then she'd said this many times before. With Dr. Vaughan coming the next day and needing mum to smoke some of her special cigarettes, I couldn't help but be concerned. "Is that all you've got?" I asked.

"Yup. Three more and I stop," she proclaimed, "forever."

"Then you had better save those until tomorrow," I said, "because you will be as irritable as hell in the morning without your early fix."

She laughed, happily. "You know me too well, Erica. You're right of course; I very much doubt that I could stop just like that anyway. I will save these for the morning and perhaps you can slip to the newsagents and get me some more after breakfast."

"Not giving up after all then," I asked mischievously.

Mother replied by throwing a cushion at me.

I wished her goodnight. "Take that makeup off before you go to bed," she ordered. "If you don't, it will get all over your pillowslip, but what is worse is that your pores will clog up and spoil your complexion. You can always put some on again tomorrow."

"Or whenever," she continued, smiling lovingly at me.

Approval at last, I thought, hardly daring to count my chickens.

"You wish, mother. It will be tomorrow, Goodnight Mum."

About the only thing I could cook successfully at that time was scrambled eggs on toast, Sunday breakfast was normally Ali's job. As soon as I woke I got up, showered and put my makeup back on, quite successfully I thought.

I then prepared her breakfast and took it to her in bed with half a grapefruit and a small pot of tea. I even put her cigarettes and lighter on the tray. I had served her while still wearing my nightie and a pink floral dressing gown of Alison's

"You are dead set on this girl thing, aren't you Erica?"

"Yes Mum, I am," I replied determinedly, aware of the tingling in my bottom where I'd had the two injections. 'You can't stop me now,' I thought happily.

Mum came down about ten thirty, washed, dressed and with just a touch of lipstick – it was all she ever used in the house. She would have got ready properly had she known Dr Vaughan was coming, but I daren't tell her.

I professed to be surprised when mum watched a woman park her car in our drive. "I wonder who this is," she muttered, "parking in our drive, the cheeky cow?"

It's Dr Vaughan from Madison's!" I exclaimed, "I wonder what she wants?"

Mum answered the door, I didn't hear how she introduced herself, but Mum invited her in and suggested I put the kettle on. The doctor smiled and greeted me as she entered our lounge. Whilst she was at the door, I had placed my mother's almost empty cigarette packet and lighter on the coffee table in readiness.

Mother indicated a fireside chair and invited her to sit. "Do have a cigarette, doctor," my mother said, once they were settled.

"Oh yes, thank you. Oh dear, is that all you have? I have some in the car.

"Erica, would you mind fetching them for me, they are on the passenger seat I believe." I nodded as I went to make the coffee.

"Have one of these to be going on with, Erica will slip to the shop for me when she's made the coffee, won't you, darling?"

"Course I will," I answered.

Once I'd brought in the large box of cigarettes that I found exactly where Dr. Vaughan had said, I left the kitchen door ajar and listened intently to their conversation. "Right then, Mrs. Alexander, I'll try not to take up too much of your time, but I expect Erica has told you that I gave her a medical examination yesterday and you won't be surprised to know that we discussed her desire to become a girl. She did tell me that whilst you were once in favour of it…"

"That's not quite true," mother interrupted.

"…you are against it now?" The doctor ignored the interruption. "We took some of her blood for analysis and the results show that she has an excess of X chromosomes, meaning that she is more girl than boy anyway, and that her testosterone level is low and insufficient to counter the oestrogen her body is producing in abundance.

"Can't that be treated?"

"The only effective treatment would be to provide additional testosterone, but each treatment would only last a few weeks. Her blood is that of a female. In my professional opinion, her constant need for this treatment coupled with her desire to be a female will ultimately affect her health, certainly her mental health." (No mention was made of the injections Dr Vaughan had given me the previous day).

"I didn't know that of course," replied mother, "I suppose you are quite sure of that?"

"Yes, quite sure. Get a second and third opinion if you wish, I am sure they will tell you the same. I have a small sample of her blood you can take for testing yourself if you like."

"Thank you, I might just do that. How serious is the risk to her mental health?"

"Truthfully there is not much to worry about, but it is my experience that people who are denied their craving for something tend to want it all the more. Take smoking for instance; the medical profession frowns on smoking, but I am addicted to it and I can see you are too. I simply cannot manage without them, and that's a fact. Put me somewhere where I can't have one and the need becomes desperate.

"Here," she smiled, taking up the box I had fetched for her, "try one of these, I bought them in Israel when I was on holiday there. You will find they are scented a little more than English cigarettes and quite different to those you smoke, but I love them and I think you will too."

By now I was watching through the doorjamb. The box was a large flat pack with just one layer of cigarettes in two rows. Dr. Vaughan held them out with her thumb across the row nearest to herself for mother to take one from the side nearest to her. The doctor took one from under her thumb

They lit up and inhaled; mother thought for a moment, exhaled and then drew and inhaled once more. "Oh yes, Dr Vaughan, I could certainly get used to these, they're lovely, where do you buy them?"

"Call me Veronica, please? I have them sent to me, but I will get you the address, I have it at home."

"Erica," mother called; I answered at once. "Go to the corner shop and get me some more ciggys please? There's some money in the cupboard."

"Yes, of course, Mum," I replied. "I'll go now."

"Don't hurry, Erica," said Dr. Vaughan, "I have plenty here to be going on with." I realised she wanted some time alone with mother, perhaps to get more of the drug into her system and I left without further comment.

I was gone about an hour on an errand that normally took me five minutes, but it didn't appear that my mother had noticed. When I got back, mum was smiling happily and in the process of signing some forms. I looked at the doctor expectantly.

"Erica, your mother has agreed to your becoming a girl on condition that I can get you into the local girls' school and that we do not start SRS before your sixteenth birthday. You can begin hormone treatment immediately. How do you feel about that?"

"Marvellous, ecstatic, over the moon, very, very happy," I replied. Rushing up to my mother, I wrapped my arms around her neck, hugged her and kissed her soundly on the cheek. "Oh thank you, mummy, thank you. I am so happy." Self-consciously, I wiped my lipstick from her face.

"You'll have to wear a girl's school uniform," she said.

"Is that supposed to be a problem?" I enquired.

"I'm glad," said the world's best doctor. "Pop in and see me Monday morning, please, and I'll get you fixed up at your new school?"

I hugged Dr. Vaughan as well. "Thanks, Doctor Vaughan, I'll be forever in your debt. How can I ever repay you?"

"Well now, Erica, isn't that just the living truth. As to your re-paying me, I expect we'll find a way, don't you?" For a moment the inference she implied seemed heavy, but I shrugged it off as she made to leave our home.

Mum picked up Dr. Vaughan's pack of cigarettes and said, don't forget these, Veronica."

"You keep them Angela, I have several packs at home, but don't smoke them all at once; just have one now and again to brighten up those ordinary ones you buy locally. That way you will really appreciate them, like I do."

 

I spent the rest of Sunday in my room practising my makeup techniques and painting my nails – it was all the way from now on. I thought Monday would never come, but it did. I dressed and fixed my face very carefully indeed. I'd been given an ID card and went in through the back door, put my coat in my new locker and reported to nurse Redwood. She buzzed through to Dr. Vaughan who joined us almost at once.

"Erica, dear, I suggested to your mother that you spend the rest of your holiday here having lessons on deportment and other things. She was quite happy with that, so long as you are.

"Yes, doctor, of course I am."

"Fine."

"Good, now we have given you the double injection to get things underway. What I propose now is a minor operation to remove the source of your testosterone, it is doing you no good and simply fighting the oestrogen I have injected into you. There will be no side effects and no one will even notice I've done it, – are you happy with that?"

"Yes, of course, if you say so. What is involved?"

"The removal of your testicles," she replied matter-of-factly, as if I should already have known that. I swallowed hard – things really were getting serious now. "At the same time, you need to have a security chip fitted into your shoulder. This will enable us to find you wherever you are in the event that you need assistance of any kind. It is as well to do both together under the one anaesthetic, are you happy about that too?"

I said I was, removed my blouse and skirt and in a few seconds I was fast asleep. When I awoke an hour later, my groin was numb and my left shoulder a little stiff, but there was no serious discomfort. There was a sanitary towel tucked into my panties to shield my groin. At her invitation I followed her into her private office.

"Well, you are certainly not a young man any more, Erica, and whilst you are not yet a woman, at least we have made a start. Now that you are truly a part of our team, I want to tell you what really happens here, in my part of the company that is. I think you will find it interesting.

"When I asked you on Saturday how much you knew about what we do here, you said that you knew next to nothing.

"When Madison first met Alison at school, they were eleven, it was a time of considerable rowdiness everywhere. As an exercise, the children were asked what they would do about it and Alison suggested they re-open the Borstal homes. Do you know what they were, Erica?

"I have heard the name but no, doctor, I don't, not really."

"Borstal was an institution for young offenders that was disbanded because some misguided people believed it caused more problems than it cured. Equally, there were those who thought it was good. Either way, nothing was put in its place, nothing that was effective at any rate. The girls were asked to suggest what they would do with these disruptive teenagers and both wrote an essay, quite independently, suggesting proper punishment centres that made the offenders do as they were told. Even though they were so young, the teacher encouraged them to extend their ideas which they did, I know this is true because my ex-husband was their teacher. Since at that time, I was Mrs. Parke's doctor, I asked if I could talk to Madison about her ideas.

"I knew Madison's mother made her living as a domme, I expect you know that, and I guessed that she had put some of these ideas into her young daughter's head. When I called to see Madison, I was amazed to see her dressed the same as her mother. Now I didn't disapprove of how Mrs. Parke earned her living, but at first I was shocked to be allowed to watch her daughter give a grown man the whipping he had paid for. I am, however, very liberal in my views and if it gave the man so much pleasure that he was willing to pay exorbitant sums for a young girl to dominate him, that was up to him. When Mrs. Parke said she had so many clients that she couldn't cope without her daughter's help, I started to pay serious attention. I like money as much as the next and this obviously was more lucrative than just being a doctor.

"We called Alison into the discussions; after all, she was one of the architects of the plan and eventually came up with the way Madison's was supposed to start, a simple plan that just grew and grew. I wanted to be involved, not as a domme, but I believed they ought to have professional medical assistance available, just in case. Now perhaps you don't realise it, but there has always been slave trading, all over the world. In general terms society gets rid of its riff raff and someone with money gets himself or herself a slave, but you can't force someone to be a slave just by telling them they are one. Alison suggested that if they were trained, that is to say, forced into submission, and their eventual owner kept them under control with punishment and bondage, the slaves might rather work than be whipped.

"Well it made sense to me and I volunteered to go to Canada, America, Brazil, Japan and Thailand, even Russia, to investigate and I quickly discovered that Alison was right. I was introduced to various drugs used to help weaken their natural resistance, permanently, to effectively castrate boys, even drugs to make breasts develop quickly and hair to grown even more quickly.

In each of these places, I found dealers willing to pay vast sums for European slaves. I also found there was a massive market for ponygirls. I returned home and Madison's was born. Because she had been living and working, illegally of course, as a domme, Madison and her mother got started at once. Alison agreed to undergo training and you will shortly see just how good she now is at her job. These buildings were commissioned, county courts were solicited and asked to send their young offenders for free corrective treatment – they snatched our hands off in their greed."

"What happens when they are released?"

The doctor laughed, "Who said anything about releasing them? Seriously, those considered suitable will be considered for release. I told you on Saturday that I am only concerned with medical matters. For years, I had been experimenting with drug cocktails and looking for someone on whom they could be tested.

"These offenders came from all over the country; I seriously doubted that anyone knew where they came from and couldn't care less where they ended up. I have perfected drugs to help with our principal task here, drugs that, at that time could be guaranteed to calm anyone down and I was sure the effect would be long term.

"Before we could open however, we had another stroke of luck. A little over three years ago, in an attempt to curry favour with conservationists in the Green party, the government arbitrarily designated a massive four million acres of rural countryside on the England/Wales border to be traffic free. The only mechanical transport that would be allowed would be the barges that already operated on the existing canal network and, perhaps ambulances, if sufficient hospitals and first aid centres couldn't be built quickly enough. They were also forced to concede that goods vehicles would have to be allowed to make deliveries to designated points between the hours of midnight and five in the morning.

"As you can imagine, the doom mongers came out in force, forecasting economic ruin for the area. Fearing isolation without personal transport, cars, helicopters and the like, several industrialists and some members of the nobility sold off their country seats for whatever they could get; many losing millions in the process, but their loss was Madison's gain. She purchased a mansion and several hundred acres of land that were situated on the eastern edge of the exclusion zone for some twenty percent of its previous value.

There, at my suggestion, she set up her first ponygirl training stables based on what I'd seen in America and the Far East. From stables in America, she bought sulkies and small lightweight traps for the ponygirls to pull. The law came into force the year after Madison opened this, her first slave girl-training centre from which we had every hope of filling the expected demand for well-trained ponygirls.

"In a matter of months, it became quite common to see these, the only form of wheeled traffic, apart from bicycles, allowed in the area, trotting around the towns. The ponygirls were selling for more than a Rolls Royce and the waiting list was ten times as long. By the time the order came into force, she was ready to capitalise on this heaven sent opportunity. Madison's financial success was guaranteed – all she had to do was to find and train the ponygirls. She set up schools for the would-be drivers to learn how to handle their ponygirls and opened Madison's here, just outside the city. There are five of these centres operating now, though they are smaller and only deal with the initial training of the girls. All the medical matters are done here, or else I go round on an, 'as needed' basis, depending on the number to be done.

"So there, in a nutshell, you have it. We get the boys, and some girls, for nothing, they are properly trained, I administer the drugs to castrate them then, once they are disciplined, which doesn't take all that long with the generous use of drugs and the whip, they are sold or taken to the training centre and taught how to be ponygirls. That, Erica is the world you have sold your soul to. What do you think now?"

I couldn't believe my ears at first and needed to think; it was evil, but it was also the most exciting thing I'd ever heard and I told her so.

"Wait," she said, "I am not done yet. Now it was our intention that our ponygirls would be really beautiful, with long flowing manes and tails they could swish. I had already perfected a drug to make hair grow very, very quickly, a mane could be grown in the time it took to train them and a thirty-inch tail in a couple of months. I already knew how to make breasts grow on a male in a matter of weeks, and as big as you like.

"But perhaps my most important discovery was a drug that would chemically castrate a male in a day, leaving me able to amputate their penises so that they have to pee like a girl. It wasn't important; after all they would never be able to have sex in any case and without that appendage their appearance was greatly improved and totally female.

"Now, because you are, or will be a transsexual, Madison and I believe that you could be the best person to take over ponygirl training, leaving Alison to concentrate on discipline, myself on the medical matters and Madison to organise the sales side. It won't happen yet, of course, you've a lot to learn first.

For a while I was speechless. When I found my tongue, I just had to ask for clarification. "Me? – You mean that I could be a mistress in charge of ponygirls?"

"Indirectly, Erica, yes you would, but we have stable maids, grooms and trainers to do that; you will be in charge of them, see they produce quality stock in the shortest time and whip them if they don't. There will be plenty for you to do, and you yourself must be thoroughly trained first. Develop driver training and equipment sales. There will be trips abroad to learn what others are doing and you will be expected to improve on our methods regularly. We turn out twenty or so ponygirls a week – we could sell a hundred. So, do you fancy the job?

This time there was no hesitation, albeit I didn't comprehend all I was asking for. "Yes, please?"

"That being the case, we must get started on your training. You won't be going to that girl's school we talked about – they will send a teacher here to you and, through hypnosis, you will be made especially receptive to the lessons. You will study discipline under Alison; learn every aspect of slave care and correction.

"You will learn to punish slaves and staff who disobey and, of course, ponygirls, but to do it effectively and therefore compassionately. From time to time, they all have to be caned and whipped; there is no alternative given our type of operation. On the personal side you will learn etiquette, deportment, dress sense, makeup and hair styling.

"Once you are fully trained and have a little experience, I want people who work with ponygirls throughout the world to recognise you as the world's leading authority on the subject. You will be responsible for training show ponies, the buying and selling of top class stock, their diets and their feeding, their cleaning and, above all, how to drive them to the limits of their ability and sometimes beyond.

A lot of this I want you to accomplish while you are still living at home with your mum, you will have to lie to her about your schooling and some of the things you are doing, but that can't be helped. So then, what do you say, shall we get started?"

"Are my breasts going to grow in a couple of weeks?" I asked, eagerly.

"No, Erica, they will grow quickly, but yours will be real. In time they will lactate if you want or need them to. If I don't turn you into a complete woman it won't be for the want of trying."

Dr. Vaughan glanced at her watch. "Half past three already and we have had no lunch. That isn't an accident, by the way. Nurse Redwood will be here in a moment with your first corset, we are going to take at least four inches off your waist. Enjoy."

  

  

  

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