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  [29 february 2020]=-=[saturday]=-=(1449)

  Stefan has now been gone for five months. His parents are starting to grow desperate. While Gary has tried going to the cops, Kelly has started to amass a small army of private military contractors and security guards, as well as started having sub-basements built to house them. She’s ready to go to war to get her son back.

  Both of them know that the Levins did this – specifically Jason. But there’s no concrete proof, and unbeknownst to both of them, he and those like him practically own the police. So even if they had a proverbial smoking gun, the police would do nothing.

  And it’s not like Levin doesn’t have his own private army to protect him, so Kelly’s pn is really going nowhere either.

  The two of them have no idea how to proceed. They lost their daughter already. They don’t want to think of what might have happened to their son.

  In truth, they don’t want to know what he continues to endure.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  (1508)

  “Roderick!” Jason says as he welcomes a man to his house with open arms. “Always good to see a fellow connoisseur. I trust you had no trouble procuring the documents?”

  “None at all, chap,” Roderick says as he walks into the house. “Your connections, as always, are very valuable for getting new toys to break.”

  “Well, you can’t break this one too much… physically, anyway. But you can do anything you want to his mind and spirit. It’s not like he ever had a soul to begin with, accursed heathen.”

  The two men walk over to a bookshelf, where a secret staircase lies behind. Jason tips forward one of the books on the shelf, and the door opens, revealing the stairs down to the basement. Not the public basement that’s in the building pns, but a secret one where Jason partakes in his hobby, one he shares with a lot of old money families around the world.

  These families have been feminizing the sons of their rivals and of new money upstarts like the Jourgensens for decades and using them for everything from indentured bor to the most depraved of sexual acts.

  The two men reach the bottom of the stairs and head to a room housing what appears to be a beautiful, buxom young girl. As the two enter without announcing themselves, the girl is brushing her hair. She’s dressed in a dress that a girl a few years younger would be wearing, upscaled to the size of a small adult.

  “Get up,” Jason says, and the girl does as ordered. “Introduce yourself to my friend here.”

  The girl curtsies and looks at Roderick. “Hello, Sir. My name is Stefan Jourgensen, but you may call me whatever you like and I will obey.” The now 16 year old Stefan has been completely mentally broken and rebuilt, as well as surgically altered. He’s been castrated and given breast impnts and facial and voice feminization surgeries as well. He still is technically a boy, as he still has his genitals. Although he acts and dresses feminine, he still thinks of himself as a boy. This was by design, so he couldn’t easily find refuge in femininity.

  Inside, he’s in a carefully crafted hell that is his own body, with seemingly no escape. He knows he’s been mentally reconditioned and brainwashed, and he can do nothing to stop himself from acting the way that Jason has decided for him. Nor is he capable of ending his own suffering. Suicide is a sin, after all.

  “Impressive,” Roderick says as he looks over the feminized boy. “What all have you had done to him?”

  “The usual standard,” Jason says. “Castration, facial and body hair removal, breast impnts, feminization of the facial bone structure and voice, five months of hormone shots and mental reconditioning. He couldn’t go back to being a ‘proper’ boy if he tried. Not like that’s an option for him. Isn’t that right, Stefan?”

  “I cannot refuse your wishes, Sir, and you wish for me to be in this state,” Stefan says.

  “Wonderful!” Roderick excims. “I understand this was the one that fell for your daughter. How did she take the changes to him?”

  “Unfortunately, she disowned me, the nerve,” Jason says. “But it’s ultimately fine. It’s not like she can go to the police. I own them in this city. All I have to do is write a big check to their charity every year, and I can virtually get away with murder. Or indulging in our shared hobby.”

  “Speaking of big checks, how much is your Stefan?” Roderick says.

  “500,000 for a six-month rental,” Jason says. “I did promise to return him to his parents eventually.”

  “I’ll have a cashier’s check made out to you on Monday,” Roderick says.

  “Beautiful,” Jason says. “Just do be sure not to do any permanent physical damage… and don’t kill him like the st one I sold you.”

  “I’ll try my best, I promise,” Roderick says with a ugh as he walks over and puts a hand between Stefan’s shoulder bdes and pushes. “Come with me. I have a lot for you to learn…”

  “Yes, Sir,” Stefan says as he walks forward in mincing steps.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  [7 august 2020]=-=[friday]=-=(2129)

  Through sheer persistence and luck, Tiffany Levin has managed to start a new life despite being only sixteen. The first part of it is that she is no longer Tiffany Levin. She has assumed a new identity without the baggage of the old. She is now Tiffany Gold, choosing to go with her maternal grandmother’s maiden name. She is an emancipated minor, and with the help of a couple of women’s charities, she has managed to start a new life completely independent of her parents. In the end, her parents didn’t even try to fight to assert their rights over her. In their eyes, the devil had her, and she was a lost cause.

  She has managed to reconnect with the Jourgensens, and she has been trying to help them find out what happened to Stefan. They even managed to get the state police to start investigating, but of course, they didn’t find the secret basement, or Stefan, who was smuggled out of the country by Roderick.

  And now the Levins are in the wind, after destroying all evidence of the secret basement.

  That is how Tiffany finds herself sitting in the Jourgensens’ living room on this night, waiting for some kind of word or sign or something. Anything!

  There is a knock on the door and the sound of a car driving off. There are cameras outside, of course, but all they will see is a figure cd in bck hopping into a bck SUV with an obscured license pte and tinted windows.

  Kelly looks up at the knocking. “Who could it be at this hour?”

  Tiffany gets up. “I’ll go check, Mrs. Jourgensen,” she says as she walks over.

  Gary also gets up and walks over to the door.

  As Tiffany opens the door, she sees the unconscious form of what is now Stefan on the steps.

  Gary blinks. “A girl? Who would drop a girl off here?”

  Tiffany looks as though she’s seen a ghost. “...That… that’s Stefan…” she says as she covers her mouth with her hands, looking on in horror at her father’s handiwork. She had only seen him partially through the changes, before the impnts and other cosmetic surgeries, but it was still enough to make her disown her parents. Seeing him fully changed from the boy he was… that breaks her.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  [8 august 2020]=-=[saturday]=-=(0112)

  Covid has filled the local hospitals, but fortunately, Kelly’s secret project has included an infirmary and a concierge doctor on speed-dial. She can get Stefan looked over away from prying eyes.

  The doctor looks him over. “This is… Mrs. Jourgensen, there’s no easy way to say it. About the only physical thing done to him that I can reverse is the breast impnts, but he already has several months of growth aside from that. I could refer him for a mastectomy, but honestly…”

  “No…” Kelly says softly to the doctor. “I can’t put him through any more surgeries right now. Not until we know the extent of the damage done to his mind. There’s no way those bastards physically altered him and didn’t traumatize him to high heaven, or worse…”

  Stefan shows no signs of waking up. He’s been given enough ketamine to keep him unconscious for days, and there is a hormone pellet in his body that will continue to release estrogen for upwards of eight months.

  “Well, should we consider testosterone repcement?” the doctor asks.

  “I just don’t know… what if… what if he actually prefers to be like this? Feminine, I mean,” Kelly says, worried. Nothing makes sense right now. The best thing she can do is wait until he wakes up and go from there, in her view.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  [9 december 2023]=-=[saturday]=-=(1154)

  “I’m still shocked that you’d be involved in our hobby…” Roderick says. “Perhaps Levin misjudged you.”

  “Well, not entirely. I don’t physically enjoy them like you do,” Kelly says as she looks up from behind a pair of sungsses. The two are meeting at a very high end restaurant where the help doesn’t ask questions and the general public can’t get in. “But I can see the value in neutralizing an enemy by striking where they’re vulnerable. And this one is very valuable indeed.” She slides over a file she’s faked with all of Anthony’s specifications, but with a false identity, the fake scion of a pharmaceutical tycoon who owed Kelly a favor. “The illegitimate son of a pharmaceutical magnate who, quite frankly, pisses me off. I know what you like from friends of acquaintances, and I have the infrastructure to make that happen to him.”

  Roderick looks intrigued. “How long?”

  “I can have him ready in two months,” Kelly says. “750,000 and he’s yours for keeps.”

  “You’re a new pyer in our game, though,” Roderick says as he thinks. He really does want the bait on the hook. “Tell you what. 400,000, and if he survives three months with me, I’ll pay you the rest.”

  None of this is about the money for Kelly. She’s already burned through 100 million building her sub-basements and hiring her little private army. She, fortunately, has the investing chops in the family. She’s managed to turn their 800 million payday into 6.7 billion through shrewd investing and some legally questionable enterprises, such as the one she’s getting into here. So even a six-figure amount is meaningless. “Deal.”

  For her, it’s all about getting some measure of revenge. It took her three and a half years to find the man who destroyed her son. Then she’s going for the one that mutited him. Then she’ll go after the rest of the sick fucks. All it will take is one disgraced soldier with no future ahead of him, and to dirty her hands by pying their game.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  [15 january 2024]=-=[monday]=-=(1738)

  Kelly and Danni watch on from the security room as Morgan serves a group of PMCs in the mess hall. They don’t strictly need a maid, but it’s for her training and Kelly doesn’t want to let her out of the basement until she’s sold. Here or there, she’s visibly showing annoyance, but for the most part, she’s passive and demure, doing as she’s ordered. She’s only assisting a small group of them instead of the full group – all of them would be overwhelming.

  She used to be like them, she can recall in the back of her mind, but the details are getting hazier and hazier with each passing day as she becomes more entrenched in her new life as Morgan. The brainwashing has been very thorough, and yet somehow not nearly as traumatic as what Stefan endured. Or maybe she’s just made of stronger stuff.

  “Three weeks left…” Kelly says. “Will she be ready?”

  “She’ll be ready,” Danni confirms. “She’s ahead of schedule, and all her changes haven’t dulled her killer instinct.”

  “Good,” Kelly says with a nod. “Any progress on finding Remington?”

  “We’re working on tracing him so we can find his location and have him captured,” Danni says. “He might be a good bodyguard, but he has crappy opsec.”

  “If we find that fucker, we find Levin,” Kelly says with a hint of a growl. “I want them all to suffer, every one of the bastards that did this.”

  “And his daughter hasn’t been any help?” Danni asks.

  “She told us about every vacation home he has, but no one’s spotted him at any of them,” Kelly says. “He could have bought the cops in those pces, but even P.I.s are having no luck finding him.”

  “Just a thought, Miss Kelly, but… why not use Roderick to find him?” Danni asks as she turns around to look at her boss.

  “No. I just know he did something unspeakable to her… to him. Fuck! Everyone else is referring to him as a girl, I can’t start doing that yet,” Kelly says. “Not until he comes back to me. If he wants to stay like he is after everything he’s endured and be a girl, I’ll support him, but until then… he’s still my son. And Roderick deserves to die for everything he's done.”

  Danni groans inaudibly. This whole situation has taken its toll on everyone involved. At least Kelly will be supportive if Stefan chooses to stay a girl. But then again, she was supportive when Danni decided to transition. That’s not one of her concerns here.

  It isn’t just Stefan that’s suffering. That’s the biggest problem. Tiffany’s the only one who actually went and tried to get help for her emotional issues after being the one to first see him in that state, though she can only expin so much without causing even more problems for herself and everyone else involved. Gary has turned into a reclusive workaholic, and Kelly… well, Danni knows full well that she’s helping enable Kelly’s drive for revenge, and honestly? She wants revenge too. She’s still angry about the sshed tires, sure, but she’s pissed off more that these people decided to fuck with her family – she may be just an employee and not blood, but these people are still family to her.

  But she’s suffering too. She’s suffering because she’s holding everything together around here. No one else can.

  She turns to observe Morgan, who is still behaving, and is even starting to smile. How? Danni asks herself. How can she be smiling after everything she’s gone through, being forced into a gender that wasn’t her own, having her mind for all intents and purposes raped, and being told she’s being sold to a man she’s supposed to kill? That she’s less a human now and more of a bomb?

  Everyone else around here is suffering to some degree, but she’s smiling, and even can be seen ughing.

  Could it be that on some level, she wanted this? Not necessarily femininity forced on her, but to have a purpose? Or maybe she’s just too broken to realize she should be upset, or morose, or something negative.

  Danni wishes two things at that moment; that she had a therapist, and that she could actually talk to them about half of the shit she sees around here.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  [23 january 2024]=-=[tuesday]=-=(1032)

  Morgan sits in her quarters, working on her makeup. Her hair has gotten just long enough to be styled into a pixie cut. For now, it will do. She starts working on the area around her eyes.

  For someone who never learned makeup growing up and has kind of underwent a crash course in it over the st few weeks, she’s getting pretty good. And she’s actually enjoying it.

  She knows the person she used to be would probably rather die than try anything that’s outside of the limited male experience, but now that a whole new world has been opened up to her, she’s starting to flourish inside it. It doesn’t really matter to her how she got here – femininity is a refuge for her.

  Perhaps she was just cis by default all along and never realized it.

  Danni lets herself into the room.

  “Hello Mistress,” Morgan says in an almost sing-song way. She’s happy.

  Danni still can’t understand how Morgan can be happy. Not after everything she’s endured and continues to endure. “You’re getting better at that,” she says.

  “I’ve been spending all of my spare time practicing it. It’s not like there’s much to do down here outside of training,” Morgan says.

  “We’ve got eighteen days left before you’re to be sold,” Danni says. “You have more training ahead of you. We also have to start…”

  “Mistress? I know what’s going on,” Morgan says. “I’m not stupid. I can read between the lines. You want me to assassinate the person who’s buying me. But you don’t want me to do it immediately.”

  “That’s… that’s right,” Danni says, taken aback. “How…”

  “I was a soldier before,” Morgan says. “I remember that much. The drugs are out of my system. I’m lucid, but if you want me to act broken to get this guy, I’ll do it. I can do it. I choose to do it. I even choose to call you Mistress despite everything you and Miss Kelly inflicted upon me. I just want to know why. I don’t need to know why me. I just need to know why I’m doing this.”

  Danni sighs. “That’s above my pay grade, Morgan.” She taps her earwig. “Miss Kelly, please get down here. We have an issue.”

  Several minutes ter, Kelly rushes in. “What’s the issue?”

  Danni turns to look at Kelly. “Morgan knows her mission.”

  Kelly’s eyes open wide. “She what?!”

  “I know you’re selling me to this person to kill him,” Morgan says. “That’s fine. It’s more purpose than my life had before you found me – I don’t remember everything from back then, but I know that much. When I was a soldier, I want to believe I joined up to fight for something.”

  Danni looks at Kelly, then back to Morgan. “I’m not privy to that information, sadly.”

  “It’s fine, Mistress,” Morgan says, before looking Kelly in the eyes. “I want to know what I’m fighting for. What I’m killing for. Please put your cards on the table.”

  Kelly and Danni look at each other. “Danni, I can’t…”

  Danni shakes her head. “Miss Kelly, I’m going to be blunt. She deserves to have her questions answered. Somehow, she knows what the pn is. She deserves to know why, and who we’re all doing this for.”

  Kelly sighs. “...Fine.” She pulls a picture out of her pocket; one she always carries with her. “This is my son, Stefan, when he was 15.” She holds it up so Morgan can see it; Danni already knows of Stefan from back then.

  Morgan takes a deep breath and shuts her eyes, nodding very slightly. “Something happened to him.”

  “You’re perceptive,” Kelly says. “Follow me.”

  Kelly opens the door and the three head down the corridor marked as no access. She soon comes to the room holding Stefan and opens it, using the two handprint scanners and the retinal scanner. She opens the door and lets the two inside, and Morgan ys eyes on Kelly’s feminized son for the first time.

  “…” Morgan is speechless for a couple of moments. “...This is that same kid?”

  Danni nods in the affirmative.

  “...So, you did to me what’s been done to him. Why?” Morgan asks. Her tone is surprisingly even. She should be outraged. Perhaps she actually is and is hiding it.

  “To insert a wolf into a henhouse, in a sense,” Danni says.

  “There is a secretive cabal of super-wealthy people who abduct the sons of their rivals, or people they just think they can get away with taking, and they do this to them,” Kelly says. “Stefan was one such victim. It’s always teens and young adults. I don’t know what they do to them for sure, but I suspect…” She starts to tear up. “I suspect they used him for sex, and also tortured him until he just… stopped responding to anything.”

  “You were going to let that happen to me,” Morgan says. “What stops me from saying that what you’ve done to me is a bridge too far, and that I won’t help you? Besides threatening to have me killed, that is. After everything, I don’t have much to live for anyway if I don’t do this.”

  Kelly is at a loss. “I… didn’t consider…”

  Danni remains silent. Kelly is getting the reality check she needs, and at this point, she is all there for it.

  “You’re a hypocrite, Miss Kelly,” Morgan says, before turning to look at the catatonic Stefan. “There’s no way I suffered anywhere near as much as this kid, and I suffered a lot.” She turns to look at the other two women. “If I don’t do this, what will you do? Will you abduct someone else and try to mold them into me?”

  Now it’s Kelly’s turn to remain silent. Damn it all, Morgan is asking the perfect questions and making the perfect argument here. How can she ask for the girl’s help now after everything’s been put out in the open?

  Danni sighs softly. “Yes. And considering we only have eighteen days left until our target takes delivery, our chances of success would dwindle to nearly nothing.”

  “...I’ll do it, Mistress, Miss Kelly. But I’m doing it for him,” Morgan says. “Tell me who has to die for this, and I’ll make it happen.”