Ransom

by Jennifer White

  

At the age of 16, Anthony Stonewell Billington III was already amongst the richest people in the country. Not because of any reason, other than the fact that his dad just happened to be so rich that when he lost $5 million in the stock market in 2002, he yawned. Chump change. A gamble he took, like the roll of the dice in Vegas.

Anthony had a trust fund of course, and couldn't really get to his money until he was 18. His father was the one with the real money. He never knew his mother though; his dad 'traded her in' for a younger model when he was 2, bought her off, and kept the kid. Since then, his father, Anthony Stonewell Billington II, upgraded his girlfriend ever 2 years or 100,000 miles traveled on vacation. Whichever came first.

"Little Anthony", as he was called, went to the best private school that could be found in Manhattan, where his father lived in a $10,000,000 townhouse overlooking Central Park. He also had houses in Miami, Beverly Hills, Aspen, and Honolulu. But Little Anthony preferred New York to all of them. He promised himself that he would live there when he grew up.

* * *

 

One ordinary day Anthony's school let out, and he looked for Paul, with the limo. Paul had worked for his father for almost 20 years now, and he had never been late before. Anthony decided to walk to the corner, so he could see if 5th Avenue was backed up. Perhaps there was an accident.

He peered around the corner, and never saw the black Lincoln Towncar pull up to the curb. He didn't see anyone get out, and walk towards him. So before he knew it, a hand was put over his mouth, and he was forcibly pulled off the street, and into the car.

The car sped away into traffic, blending with the dozens of other Towncars whisking important people around the city. The three witnesses could only tell police that a man with dark hair and a man with blond hair, both wearing Yankees caps and jogging suits had done it. There were no other leads.

* * *

 

As soon as they pulled away from the curb, the two men removed their caps, and pulled off their breakaway jogging suits. Underneath, both were wearing business suits and conservative ties. The jogging suits and ball caps were put into a brown paper bag, which was thrown into an alley as they passed a residential street. Just another litterer in New York. Nobody batted an eye at it.

Anthony was tied up, with a blindfold and a gag to keep him quiet. He tried to fight back, but he had never been the rough-and-tumble type. His dad saw to it that he never had 'ruffians' for friends. So he offered very little real resistance.

The men put on sunglasses, and kept their mouths shut. They drove around for quite some time, and Anthony was lost as to where they were. He thought he heard them cross a bridge, so he guessed New Jersey.

He felt the car go down, then heard a door shut. Underground parking. He was led up a set of stairs, through several doors, then sat down in a comfortable chair.

They took off his blindfold first. He blinked, getting used to the light. He was in some sort of apartment, with the blinds closed. Not much help there.

"Do you promise not to scream if I take off the gag?" said the blond man.

Anthony nodded his head, and said a muffled 'yes'. The man came behind him, and started to loosen it.

"If you yell, then you're going to get hurt. Understand?"

Anthony nodded again. The man removed the gag. Anthony panted, taking deep breaths, finally able to breath freely.

"As you might guess young man, we have kidnapped your for ransom. We're asking your dad for $4 million. That is just play money for him. I expect that by tonight you'll be back in your own bed at home. So just be smart, and don't try anything. You'll be watched all the time. If you so much as pick up the phone, try to run, yell, or anything, then you are going to regret it."

"I understand sir" said Anthony.

"Good. We have an agreement" said the man.

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

"Sure. Don't be long."

Anthony went, and ran the faucet in the sink after locking the door. He went to the window. It was the kind that is frosted over so you can't see in. He wanted to see where he was at, so he decided to open the window. But then he saw it: an alarm sensor. If he tried to open the window (or break it), the security alarm would go off. And he would be toast.

He used the toilet, washed his hands, then returned to the living room.

 

His kidnappers were fairly nice to him: one went out for pizza, after asking him what he liked on it. They put on the Yankees game at 7, and even offered him a beer.

The hours ticked by. No word yet. One of the kidnappers went into the back room with his cell phone.

"No word?" said the dark haired one.

"Nada" replied the blond, annoyed.

At midnight they had Anthony go to bed. He slept. Then breakfast. Then movies on HBO. Then lunch. Then rented porno flicks. Then pizza again. Then the Yankees. And still no ransom.

Sunday was no better. They watched the Giants game in silence. Anthony's father still hadn't paid.

"That cheap SOB!" said the blond, frustrated.

"We need to move to phase 2. This house won't be safe forever" said the dark haired one. Blond agreed. He went in the back, and made a phone call.

"Sorry kid, we kind of like you, but you know, it's our job. We gotta gag you and blind you again."

"I understand" said Anthony. They tied his hands, but not too tight. He was led back downstairs, and into the car. They drove for what seemed like hours. It could have been in circles, it could have been miles away. He couldn't tell.

They led him into another house, and when they took his blindfold off, he could see that this one was quite different. It had a woman's touch, for sure. His two kidnappers said good-bye, and he was left at the mercy of someone else.

 

A few minutes later, Anthony saw two gorgeous women walk into the room. One had long red hair, down to the spot on her back where you could see the band of her bra. The other had short blond hair, which curled up around her ears. Anthony's heart (and other various organs) revved up, as they would for any 16 year old male.

"Hi, I'm Amy" said the blond.

"And I'm Lynn" said the redhead.

"Anthony" he said. The two women looked at each other, and smiled.

"We know who you are dear" they said.

"Why am I here? Who are you?"

"Your father didn't pay the ransom. We're here to keep you safe until he does" the said.

"Oh" he replied.

Lynn picked up her cell phone.

"I'll call him now. This is a satellite phone, which is rerouted through five different communications satellites. That gives the sounds a 3 second delay, but there is no way they can tell where I am calling from."

She asked Anthony for his father's private number. She called it.

"Hello, we have Anthony" she said.

The next few minutes were filled with her saying "uh-huh" and "I see", but very little talking on her part. She hung up the phone, and shook her head.

"Your father says that he is not willing to pay one single red cent for his brat of a son."

"What?" said Anthony.

"He said that he only kept you to get back at your bitch of a mother, and that you were useless to him now. He said he doesn't love you, and he never has."

Anthony started to cry.

"There there" said Amy. She came up to him, and spread her arms wide to give him a hug. He readily accepted. Lynn smiled. She and Amy had been right. The boy was desperate for female nurturing, after not having had a mother for so long.

"Don't worry Anthony" said Lynn. "We can't send you home. Your dad doesn't want you. But we won't abandon you, like a man would. We are here for you. We will give you all the support and love you need and deserve."

He looked up at her through his tears.

"There, there dear" said Amy, running her fingers through his hair. "It's okay. You're here with us now."

* * *

 

A week passed, where there was still no ransom paid. Amy told Anthony that they had lost all hope of ever getting money from him. She and Lynn spent a lot of time with Anthony, lavishing attention on him. They were beginning to bond.

"Its so terrible what your dad did to your mother, dumping her like that" said Lynn.

"That is so like a man. Men are terrible. It's too bad you weren't raised by your mother" added Amy.

"Not all men are bad" said Anthony. "I'm not bad."

"Not yet" said Lynn. "You're just a child. But you'll grow into a man some day, and be just like the rest of them."

"No! I won't!" he protested.

"I'm afraid she's right" said Lynn. "Look at you. You have so many of your father's traits."

"No! I'll never be like him. You have to believe me."

"I'd like to Anthony. I'd really like to believe you. But I've known too many men. And how they become. If you were a girl, I'd believe you in a heartbeat."

"Me too. If you were a girl, things would be different. But don't worry, we both still care about you, even if you are male."

"I'm not like that" he said.

"Well, lets test that out" said Lynn. She took off her shirt, exposing her bra. Then she took it off too. Now she was topless.

"A man would want to stare at my chest. He would want to touch my boobs with his hands. He'd get all excited about seeing me like this. What do you want Anthony?"

"I want to prove I'm different! How can I show you?"

"Take my bra, and put it on yourself. That's something a man like your father would never do."

"Here" he said. He picked up the bra, removed his shirt, and put it on. He fumbled with the clasps in the back. Between wanting to please a beautiful topless woman, and feeling the start of a bond with her (and feeling completely cut off from his family, who hated him now), he was overwhelmed. He would do almost anything that Lynn or Amy asked.

"Let me help you with that" said Lynn, guiding his hand until he got it right. She put her shirt back on, then handed Anthony his back.

"Very good" said Amy.

"But what if he's just doing it this one time to prove a point? What if he doesn't mean it?" said Lynn.

"Would you do that every day, to prove to us that you're not like your father?"

"Yes. I'll wear this every day" said Anthony. These two women were the only friends in the world he had. And he was desperate to prove himself to them. He needed their approval, their caring, their nurturing. He felt a bond with them already, unlike any he ever had for his father's endless parade of floozies who just wanted his money. These two were different. They card about him! Nobody had done that since his mother.

* * *

 

The next day, Anthony woke up, showered, put on his clothes (including his bra), and joined Amy & Lynn for breakfast.

"You know, you've been wearing those same clothes every day" said Lynn.

"It's all I have" replied Anthony.

"I know. But they really stink. That's why we got together, and grabbed a few things for you. You're about our size, so these should fit."

He looked at the pile of clothes. Some things were right out: the pink tank top for example. No way he would wear that! But others, like the black tee or the khaki pants, seemed reasonable. There were also panties, since he only had his once set of boxers.

He went back to his room, put on the panties, the black tee (with DKNY in black sequins on the front), and the khaki pants. They were Capris, so they were somewhat shorter than he was used to. And the tee was not as long as his were; it left his belly button exposed.

"Much better!" cooed Lynn and Amy, when he returned for lunch. They lavished praise on him, and made a big fuss about how much better he looked in those clothes.

"Are the panties comfortable?" asked Amy.

"Oh yes" he replied. Actually, they were. He liked how the silky fabric felt against his skin. As he ate his breakfast, Amy suck into his room, took his old clothes, and hid them away. From now on, he would wear their clothes.

 

"You should take a vitamin" said Amy when he was done with dinner a few nights later. "You are young and still developing. Nutrition is very important. Will you some one with us? We each take a couple every night."

"Sure" he said. They were so considerate. His dad had never asked him to take a vitamin before.

"What does that mean 'womens daily formula' on the bottle?" he asked.

"Oh, that's just marketing. All vitamins are the same. They just add some extra herbs, nothing special."

"Oh, okay" he said, gulping down the three pills he was handed.

"Here Anthony, take this. This is your own bottle. Just take one of these every day, after dinner."

"Thanks" he said, smiling. He read the label, about the RDA for zinc and riboflavin. He didn't see the pile of pills at the bottom of the garbage bag, which had previously been in his bottle. And he didn't see the empty bottle labeled 'estrogen', which had its contents emptied into the multivitamin bottle. He had just unknowingly taken estrogen, and would continue to do so, every day from then on.

* * *

 

Amy and Lynn did a lot of activities with Anthony. They continued his school lessons. They read books with him, watched movies together, played games, and taught him different skills, like how to cook or clean.

"At home, we have servants who do all that kind of stuff" he said.

"Not us. We have to do it ourselves. That's how it is for most people" said Amy.

Anthony was willing to pitch in and help. And in no time, he was doing the dishes, peeling potatoes, vacuuming, and being a big help around the house. The more he helped, the more approval and attention the women gave him. And the more they did that, the more he wanted to please them.

"I love you" said Lynn, as she tucked him in for the night. He was wearing the new pink nightie she had given him.

"I love you" he said back to her.

"And I love you too" added Amy.

"I love you" he told her, smiling.

The women kissed him on the cheek, and quietly shut the door to his room.

"Do you think he's ready for the next step?" asked Amy.

"Oh yes. I'm sure of it" replied Lynn. "The estrogen is definitely kicking in now."

"Good. Tomorrow starts Phase III."

* * *

 

"What happened to my pants?" said Anthony. He was digging through his closet, but there were no pants. Only skirts. And there were a bunch of dresses that weren't there before.

"Well, you see, we're concerned about you" said Amy.

"Why?"

"You're starting to show more and more traits like your father. You don't want to turn into a man like him, do you?"

"No!" said Anthony. "I'll never be like him."

"Good. Then you won't mind wearing a skirt."

"Yes, but it feels weird."

"I wear skirts all the time. I think they feel great" said Lynn.

"Yes, but you're...."

"A woman?"

"Yes."

"Look Anthony, you need to make a choice. You can be a boy, and grow up to be just like your father. Or you can be a good girl" said Amy.

"It's completely up to you" added Lynn.

"Except that if you want to be a boy, then you need to leave. We can't keep you here, if you want to be like that."

"No!" said Anthony. "I don't want to leave you! You're all I have."

"We both love you very much Anthony. But if you want to stay with us, then you need to be a girl. If you love us at all, you'll do this. Or if you're hateful, like your father, you can be a boy, and leave us."

"You must make the choice."

 

Anthony actually started to cry. He didn't know that he was awash in female hormones. But he did know that he felt a bond with these women that he had longed for all his life. They really cared for him! And nobody else did. His own father hated him. He didn't want to lose their love.

But he was a boy. How could he be a girl? It was one thing to wear panties, or even to wear a bra. But now they wanted him to dress up in skirts. They wanted him to choose to be a girl. How could he do that?

He was torn inside, between his desire to please the women, and his inner sense of who he was. But of late, that had been more and more confused. He had no way to know that it was the female hormones in his bloodstream that was making him feel so conflicted.

Anthony looked up, and saw the two women. Two beautiful women. How could he leave them? There really was no choice.

"What must I do? I want to stay" he said.

 

Two hours later, Anthony's legs were shaved, and wrapped in silky nylons. Then were easy to see because of his short skirt. His face was covered with makeup. His fingernails were painted. His new padded bra gave his chest the look of two small budding breasts He wore jewelry. His eyebrows were plucked.

"Now all you need is a name" said Amy.

"Who is your favorite female singer?" asked Lynn.

"Jessica Simpson" replied Anthony.

"Then from now on, you are a girl, and your name is Jessica."

"I am Jessica" he said.

 

Now that Anthony had become Jessica, Amy and Lynn gave 'her' more privileges. They let Jessica stay up late. They let 'her' drink wine with them. They gave 'her' gifts every day. Allowed 'her' to pick the menu for dinner. The more that he acted like a girl, the more they kept this up.

The female hormone dose was increased. And without him realizing it, Anthony was trained more and more to act like a girl. To *be* a girl.

Days went by. Days became weeks, weeks became months, and after a time, he was solidly set in his new role as Jessica. When Amy and Lynn realized that he had crossed the line, and no longer even thought of himself as a boy, it was time for the final phase of the plan.

* * *

 

"Jessica, I have something to tell you" said Amy.

"What's that?" she replied. Even Jessica thought of herself as a girl at this point. Even her breasts were starting to grow now. She dressed like a girl, thought like a girl, and even felt like a girl now.

"Well you see, I was married once. My husband and I had a baby, but about two years, he divorced me, and I was never able to see my baby again."

"That's so sad!" said Jessica, with a tear in her eye. The salty teardrop rolled over her mascara covered lashes, onto her rouge covered cheek, then towards her lipstick covered lips.

"I was devastated. I cried for weeks on end. I had lost my baby."

"That's so sad! What was her name?"

"Anthony."

Jessica looked up. She hadn't heard that name for months.

"I never knew my mother" said Jessica. "She divorced my father when I was about two. He was so mean! He never allowed me to see her again."
"That's how men are, evil like that."

"I hate men" said Jessica. "I'm almost 17, and I don't even know what my own mother looks like."

"Yes Jessica, you do" said Amy, standing up and holding her arms out.

"Mom?" said Jessica.

"Yes honey. I am your mother."

Jessica ran forward, and hugged Amy tightly.

"Mommy!" she cried.

Both Jessica and Amy's eyes were filled with tears of joy. Lynn was in the next room. Her emotions got the better of her, and she cried too.

"Oh my little baby!"

They laughed. They cried. Both Amy and Jessica happy. So happy.

"Why did you wait so long to tell me?" asked Jessica.

"I wanted to be sure you were ready for it. It would be such a shock for you."

"I'm so glad you told me mom. I love you."

"And I love you too" she replied.

 

The next day Amy took Jessica to the city to go shopping on 5th Avenue. After they were done, they went for a walk in central park. They reached a familiar looking brownstone, and Amy walked up to ring the bell.

After a few moments, Anthony Stonewell Billington II him self opened up the door.

"Amy, I told you never to visit me again" he said angrily.

"Oh Tony, you were always the controlling type. Can't you forgive and forget after all these years? And it was you that cheated on me anyway."

"Don't bring that up again, bitch" he said.

"Men are so mean" said Jessica.

Anthony laughed.

"Mean? You haven't seen mean yet."

He turned back to Amy.

"Who is she, anyway?"

"My daughter, Jessica."

"You don't have a daughter" said Anthony.

"I do now" replied Amy.

Anthony looked at Jessica. He looked at her face. Suddenly it dawned on him. It wasn't a girl at all. That was his son!

"My god Amy, what the hell did you do to him?"

"He's calling you 'him' Jessica" said Amy.

"You're mean!!! Don't call me names!" she hissed.

"Son! I'm your father. Come home with me."

"Never! I'm staying with my mommy!" said Jessica. "And I'm not your son. I'm a girl!"

"See Jessica, he hates you. He always has" said Amy.

"I hate you! I hate you forever!" said Jessica.

"Please son, come back to me!" said Anthony.

"Mom, please take me home. Get me away from this *man*. I hate him."

"Go hail a cab Jessica. I'll say good-bye to your father, and join you in a second" said Amy.

As soon as Jessica was out of earshot, she turned back to Anthony.

"Now you know how it feels to be powerless. Now you know how it feels to have your child taken away from you" said Amy.

"I thought someone kidnapped him for money. I offered $5 million as a reward. And you had him all this time?" said Anthony.

"As you can see, Jessica loves me, not you. She doesn't want to come back here. And *she* is definitely a girl now."

Anthony looked stunned. He started to cry for the first time since he was a young boy. He felt like he had just lost everything. Like his own manhood had been taken away.

"Sign this" said Amy, handing him a document and a pen. He was in shock, and he just signed it without reading it.

"I am our child's legal guardian now. She will live with me, and she will be very happy. We'll need some money from her trust fund so she can have the surgeries to complete her feminization. Just sign this authorization here."

He signed that one too. He didn't care about money. That didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered.

"Mom, the cab's waiting!" called out Jessica.

"Sorry darling, I've got to run. Have a nice day" said Amy. Anthony was still in too much shock to even close the door. He just stared straight ahead.

"My son is a girl now" he mumbled.

* * *

 

"Mom, why did you take me to see dad?" asked Jessica, when they got home.

"Because I wanted you to see that he doesn't really love you, just in case you had any doubts. I think you know where you belong."

"I belong with you" said Jessica.

"I know dear. I know."

They hugged.

"I made an appointment for tomorrow, for you to see the doctor."

"What doctor? I'm not sick" said Jessica.

"This one is a special doctor. He's going to help you become the girl you want to be."

"A plastic surgeon?"
"Exactly. He'll fix your nose, and your chin."

"What about this? I hate this swelling" said Jessica, pointing between her legs.

"We'll have that removed too dear. You'll be a very pretty girl when he's done. You're so pretty already, but when he's done with you, you'll be flawless."

"I love you mommy!" said Jessica.

"I love you too" said Amy.

"And I love you" said Lynn, who walked in the room.

"Hello Lynn" said Amy, giving her a kiss on the lips.

"Why did you do that?" asked Jessica.

"Because she's my wife" said Amy. "I could never marry another man, after what your father did to me. But I did fall in love with a woman."

"I'm glad we're all together" said Jessica. "One big happy family."

  

  

  

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