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Johnny's Punishment

Part 25: Sisterly Love

Suzy couldn't wait to see me. Mom had mercifully allowed me to remain untied this afternoon so I would look nice when my sister came home. Suzy saw me in my frilly pink maid's uniform and ran over to give me a big hug.

"Tiffy-Poo, I've missed you so much. I hardly got to see you at all last weekend because you went away with Roger. But now I've got you all to myself. We're going to spend the WHOLE weekend together, just us girls."

I hugged her back and kissed her. Maybe she'd take it easy on me. Mom snapped a collar around my neck and gave Suzy the leash.

"Oh, this is going to be lots of fun." Suzy said. "Let's go up and see what you've done with your room."

I crawled to the foot of the stairs, and when I stood up, Suzy put the free end of the leash in my teeth. I hung on the banister as I climbed the stairs in my high heels. Once upstairs, Suzy took the leash back and made me crawl into my bedroom. My sister sat on the bed and smiled as she looked at the chains and leather items hanging on the walls.

"Tiffany, Mom and Dad must like you a lot more than me. They never gave me a neat room like this."

"You can have it if you want, Susan."

"Oh, no. I wouldn't dream of it." she laughed. "But we will have a lot of fun together sharing it this weekend, won't we?"

"Yes, Susan."

"Well, the first thing we have to do is to get you fixed up. Now that you're our maid, we have to give you a more grown up look."

She ordered me to strip down to my bithday suit, and soon I was wearing nothing but the pink ribbons on my cock and butt plug.

"I hate to cover up that matching set of ribbons; they look so cute on you.

But we have a lot of work to do to turn you into a young lady."

And so I watched as she applied a couple of press-on cups to give me the shape of a small pair of breasts. A padded push-up bra added to the illusion, and now I looked even more ridiculous. This corset was always the part I hated the most, because it's so restricting. But Suzy explained that while I can't do my chores in that tight corset, it's no problem if all I have to do is stand around and look pretty.

"You have some wonderful clothes, too." she said, slipping a pair of bright red nylon gloves on my hands, and up over my elbows. Then she added a pair of crotchless panties and stockings, showing me how to attach the garter straps. Except for my gloves I was dripping in white lace. Then she had me try on a pair of white shoes with 5-inch stiletto heels. If my 3-inch pumps were bad, these were horrible. I could barely stand on them, let alone walk.

"These shoes are too high, Susan, I'm going to fall over."

"Nonsense, Tiffany." she held me and walked me around the room a few times.

"See?" she said. "Soon you'll be able to strut around on these shoes with your hands tied behind your back in front of everyone."

Now that was a comforting thought.

"You look so cute that I'm tempted to stop right here."

I looked down at myself in my restrictive undergarments and high heels. But then Suzy shook her head.

"I know just the thing for you."

She had me try on a floral print dress with a portrait collar. Then she tied the sash around my waist, leaving a great big bow in the back.

"See, this emphasizes your girlish figure. And it even has pockets in case you need to carry a spare gag or butt plug."

How lovely, I thought. "Are we done now?"

"Oh, sweetie, we still need to work on your face." she said, opening her make-up kit. "Now pucker up."

Then she put bright red lipstick on me. I just wanted to cry. Wearing these clothes was bad enough, but now my sister was painting my face.

"And now for some blush."

"Susan, please don't put that on me." I begged.

"If you say so, Tiffany."

Then she pinched my cheeks so hard that if felt like her fingernails were slicing into them. But I didn't dare push her away or cry out. If I did, she might get really mad at me. Finally she released me.

"There, Tiffy-Poo." she said in a cheery manner. "That put some color in your cheeks. Would you like me to continue, or should we use the blush?"

"Please use the make-up." I sniveled.

She applied the blush, and then hooked a pair of earrings that looked like chandeliers on me. Those things almost rested on my shoulders, and they tinkled whenever I moved. She tied my hair back with a barrette over each ear.

"I think you look better with your hair pulled back, especially when you're working. If you always wear ribbons, a hairband, a banana clip or barrettes or something, it'll keep your hair from getting in your eyes.

Just what I needed, another reminder that I was a girl now. And then the next thing I saw, she had an atomizer and started spraying perfume all over my face and neck and hair. I wiggled my nose at the sickly sweet smell.

The GIRL smell. My whole room would smell of it, and me most of all.

"Oh, that's perfect. Now we're ready to show you off. Let's see what Mommy and Daddy think of their little princess."

I reached for my knee pads, but Suzy pulled me toward the door.

"You won't need those. You're going to be on your feet tonight."

Arm in arm, she helped me downstairs, and I wished I could crawl instead of walking on these 5-inch heels.

"Ta da! Here is our little lady, all painted and perfumed. " Suzy called out to our parents. Dad took one look at me, showed an expression of disgust, and then ignored me. But Mom came over to fuss at me.

"Oh, this is a wonderful new look, Tiffany. You smell divine, and you look so much older. I think we'll have you dress up like this more often."

I was so embarrassed that I was sweating now. The odor of perfume mixed with sweat was making me lightheaded. My jewelry tinkled in my ears as Suzy paraded me back and forth, and around the room. Finally we sat down to dinner.

Instead of making me eat off the floor as usual, Suzy had me sit on her lap. And she made me beg for every bite of food. Then she fed me every spoonful of food like I was a baby. She hugged and cuddled me, and all I could do was sit helplessly with my hands folded in my lap. She spoke baby talk to me the whole time, and when dinner was over she took me over her shoulder and tried to burp me.

"Suzy, you'll make a wonderful mother some day." Mom said.

Yeah, just like you, I thought, as I tried my best to burp. Then Suzy led me over to the fireplace, and Mom and Suzy tied me securely to the mantle. I stood in front of the fireplace, my arms spread wide. They chained my legs together and stuffed my mouth with a ball gag. Mom was so delighted that it matched my lipstick. My restraints were loose enough to be comfortable, but I couldn't get out of them. My high heels were killing me, and I couldn't get out of them either.

When they were satisfied that I was securely bound, Mom kissed me.

"Good night, precious. We're all going to a show in the city, and we're going to stay in a hotel overnight. See you tomorrow!"

I squealed into my ball gag. They couldn't leave me tied up here all night. My feet ached and I had to go to the bathroom. But Mom just stroked my cheek, and they all left me.

Part 26: Pool Party

My parents and sister came home early Saturday morning. Somehow I had slept for a few hours off and on. Chained and bound to the mantle, I ached all over. I had spent half the night trying to kick off my high heels, and the other half quietly sobbing and crying. I smelled awful, I desperately wanted to get rid of my ball gag and butt plug, but most of all I wanted to go to the bathroom.

My mother got to me first.

"Did you sleep well, precious?" she asked, removing the ball gag.

"Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom." I begged.

"Oh, shouldn't you have thought of that last night, little lady?"

She untied me, and I hobbled to the bathroom, finally able to relieve myself. Then they were nice enough to tie me to my bed so I could go back to sleep.

When I awoke, it was early afternoon, and I found a black leather minidress laid out for me. I bathed, dressed and made myself up as best I could. When I went downstairs to eat breakfast or maybe lunch by now, I was in for another surprise.

Cindy was here, and Suzy was showing her the family album, otherwise known as the Feminization of Tiffany the Slut Album.

"On your knees, Tiffany." Suzy called as she beckoned to me.

I crawled over to the two girls.

"Good morning, Susan. Good morning, Cindy."

"I invited Cindy over because I wanted to meet my baby sister's new friend. Mom told me so much about her that I feel like we're almost sisters. We have so much in common."

Yeah, like tormenting me.

"I'd love to have lunch with you, Tiffany. Suzy tells me your table manners, or should I say your floor manners are so cute."

"Yes, Cindy. I'd like that."

Both girls giggled. "But first, I think I'd like to use you to decorate the pool deck. Maybe we could tie you to one of the statues."

"Suzy, please. My feet are killing me. I don't want to stand on them again."

"You're right, Tiffy-Poo. How thoughtless of me; you need to stay off your feet. Go sit out by the pool and we'll meet you out there in a little while."

I crawled to the door, then hesitated for a moment. I hated going outside dressed like a girl. But my nearest neighbor was a quarter of a mile away. The estate was so large that no one should be able to see me. Even so, I was dressed like a bimbo, and some photographer with a telephoto lens might ruin my life with one picture. I sat on a chaise lounge and fidgeted with my hair. I hadn't tied it up like Suzy had suggested and it was blowing all over the place. It never got cold here in LA, and I wanted to go in the heated pool. I hadn't gone swimming since, well, since they made me into a girl. As I looked around at the Greek and Roman columns and statues that decorated the estate, I wondered where they were going to tie me up.

Then Mom came outside with the two girls. Mom wore a dress, but Suzy wore a blue one-piece bathing suit, and Cindy was in a red bikini.

"We're going swimming." Cindy said, "And since you didn't want to be tied up all day, I talked Suzy into letting you go swimming with us. Now run and get into your swimsuit. I left it in your bedroom."

It took me a few minutes to get into the pink one-piece swimsuit they had picked out for me. By the time I got back to the pool, both girls were splashing away in the water.

"Over here, Tiffany." Mom called to me.

I went over to my mother, and she bound my wrists behind my back with a short piece of nylon rope.

"You look so pretty in that swimsuit. I think I'd like to enter you in a beauty pageant. Besides, you need to be around with other girls your own age once in a while. Don't you think that would be fun, sashaying around on a stage, showing everyone how beautiful you are?"

"Yes, Mommy." I said, hoping I sounded sincere. Me in a beauty pageant.

I thought I was going to be sick.

"Now have a good time swimming with the other girls."

"Come on in, Tiffany, the water's fine." Cindy said.

I stood at the edge of the pool, shivering. The water was five feet deep, so I started edging toward the shallow end.

"Tiffy-Poo." my sister called to me. "Jump in now! Don't make me come out there to get you."

"But Susan, I can't swim tied up like this."

Suzy climbed out of the pool and grabbed me. I was shaking like a leaf, and I begged her to let me go, but she spun me around and threw me head first into the pool. Underwater, I kicked and made it back to the surface. Cindy got hold of me and held me close to her.

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Please don't hurt me." I was scared and starting to cry.

She just laughed and brushed my hair out of my eyes. But then Suzy grabbed me away from her.

"You still have a lot to learn about discipline and obedience. You don't want to be tied up, and your poor little feet hurt, and now I had to get out of the pool to make you come join us."

"Susan, I'm afraid." Tears were streaming down my cheeks.

She dunked me before I could say anything else. She held me under by my hair as I kicked and squirmed to no avail. Finally, she let me come up. I gasped for air, and she dunked me again. Twenty seconds later she let me up, but this time as I tried to spit out the water, she punched me in the stomach and dragged me under again. Finally, when I was coughing up water, she pulled me out of the pool. She dragged me by my hair over to Mom and dumped me at her feet. I was choking, spitting up water, and crying all at the same time.

"Tiffany's swimming technique could use some improvement." Suzy said.

"I think it's a lack of discipline more than anything else." Mom said. "And we'll have to work on that."

I regained my breath and tried to sit up.

"Little girl, would you like to decorate the pool deck this afternoon?" Suzy asked me sweetly.

"I'm sorry I was bad, Susan. It won't happen again. Please don't make me go in the pool again."

She lifted my chin and squeezed my face gently.

"Tiffany, you haven't answered my question."

"Yes, Susan, please tie me up or do whatever you want. But don't throw me in the pool again."

I spent the afternoon face to face with a life-size marble replica of Michelangelo's David overlooking the pool. I was tied so securely that I could barely move an arm or a leg. Even though I was gagged and blindfolded, wrapped around that statue the way I was, I could visualize it quite well. And in my wet swimsuit, it was awfully chilly. It was warmer in the pool than it was outside. But I didn't care. I would rather freeze to death than go back in the pool. The girls frolicked in the pool, laughing and playing. Once in a while they would splash water on me to make sure I didn't dry off. I shivered all afternoon, chilled by the cold marble and the wind. When it got dark, the girls untied me and took me inside and up to my bedroom. They helped me me out of my swimsuit and gave me a bath towel to dry off. Then I knelt on the the floor with the towel wrapped around me.

Suzy demanded the towel. "You aren't modest, are you Tiffany?"

So now I was naked and exposed, and because of the cold my penis had shrunk up so that I really did look like a girl. I hoped that didn't give them any ideas.

"Since you're working around the house and dressing like you're all grown up, it's time to let you use some more of your toys." Cindy told me.

She took a small plastic alligator clamp and stuck it on my left nipple.

"Ow, that hurts!" I cried as I squinted against the pain.

"Ow, that hurts." Suzy mocked me. "Stop acting like a baby, or I'll have you wearing diapers."

Cindy stuck another clamp on my other nipple. It hurt like Hell too, but this time I knew what to expect, and I didn't say anything.

"That's much better." Suzy said. "You might actually have learned something today."

They dressed me up in my leather outfit, and I had to wear those clamps all through dinner and for the rest of the night. Cindy left after dinner, and then I became my sister's personal slave for the rest of the night. She painted my toenails, so my feet would look nice if she decided to go swimming with me again. Then she had me practice putting my butt plug in and taking it out over and over. She felt it was even more humiliating for me to have to do it myself. She was right.

Part 27: House Guest From Hell

I spent most of Sunday tied to a column out by the pool. I was blindfolded, gagged, and secured with comfortable leather restraints. It wouldn't have been so bad except that Suzy had added some other touches.

I was in my underwear, specifically a lilac four-piece teddy with fingerless gloves, and there were cutouts for my nipples, which were clamped again, and chained together. A stiff leather collar prevented me from turning my head at all, and a harness around my cock was attached to my nipple chain. Cindy had taught my sister well. At least I was barefoot, so my aching feet could rest. I lost all track of time as I sucked on my penis gag. Tomorow I would have to suck Brian and Mr. Edward again when I had my hair done. As I wondered about what new indignity would be in store for me, Suzy snuck up on me.

Suddenly she pulled on the chain connecting my cock and nipples. I screamed into the gag. I couldn't see, but I assumed my dear sister was the one responsible.

"Are you lonely, Tiffany? Did you miss me?"

I nodded my head, and she started tickling my armpits. With my wrists chained up over my head, I was helpless. I strained against my bonds, but that only made her laugh harder. She loved to see me struggle. Finally, she put her arms around me and kissed me. It was a good thing my sister loved me, or she would have killed me by now. I thought about her for a long time. We had fought with each other for as long as I could remember. I had been rotten to her, and now she was being rotten to me. But she wasn't going to hurt me, at least not permanently. Strangely enough, I was going to miss her this week after she went back to school and Mrs. Duggan was beating the crap out of me. So I decided I was going to do anything I could to stay on Suzy's good side.

Monday morning Mom woke me up and untied me, and then told me I'd have to make breakfast for myself.

"The instructions are on the box of oatmeal, and you know where the bowls are.

You've got one bowl for water and another one for oatmeal. We set up a camcorder on a tripod in the kitchen. When you're ready to eat, turn on the camcorder, handcuff yourself, and enjoy your breakfast. I'll be down later to watch the tape to make sure you behaved yourself, and to clean you up."

"Yes, Mommy."

So now I had to make my own breakfast, and then place myself in bondage before I could eat my food like a dog. And the next two weeks went on the same way.

Cindy would bring me more and more sinister-looking bondage devices and slutty clothes, and Suzy would come home on the weekends to torment me until I cried.

In between, Mrs. Duggan used me for target practice. And Mom told me the skills I was learning would make me a good homemaker when I grew up and met the right man. And all the while the video collection continued to grow. Then I learned that since school was out the week before Christmas, Roger would be staying with us for a week. Mom had invited him, and his parents had no objection. Of course there would be plenty of room for him in my great big bed. So my boyfriend would be living with me for a week.

* * * * *

It was Friday afternoon, and Mrs. Duggan was through with me for the day. Actually she hadn't beaten me at all today, for the first time ever. They didn't want me to cry and ruin my makeup. I didn't bother to ask why, but she vounteered the information just before she left for the weekend.

"I want you to look your best for your boyfriend. I want you to look so beautiful that he fucks your brains out all weekend."

"Thank you, Mrs. Duggan." I replied.

Mom had me decked out in a short red dress and matching high heels.

The dress hugged my corseted figure, and my face was painted again. A stiff collar held my head up, and Mom had me kneel as she opened the door for Roger.

Roger took one look at me and his mouth dropped open.

"Tiffany, I can't take you out looking like that. I'd have to fight every guy in town over you. Oh well, I guess we'll have to stay in and make our own fun."

"I'm sure you can think of something." Mom said, tying my hands behind my back and attaching a leash to my collar. She handed the leash to Roger.

He took it and pulled me close to him. I was helpless in his arms as he kiseed me, and tried to stick his tongue down my throat.

"I've missed you so much, Tiffany. I kept thinking about all the fun we had at the beach house."

"Absence does make the heart grow fonder, isn't that right, Tiffany?"

"Yes, Mommy."

Roger sat down on the sofa next to Mom and commanded me to kneel before him.

As I did so, he started unzipping his fly. I could see that his cock was already making a tent out of his pants. Kissing him was one thing, but now he was going to make me suck his cock right in front of my mother!

"But Roger, my Mommy is right here."

"Oh, don't be shy Tiffany. I've wanted to see my little girl do this for a long time. In fact I'm going to videotape the whole thing."

And she did. I could hardly move in my corset and stiff collar, so Roger grabbed my hair and pushed and pulled as his cock slid in and out of my mouth.

He was starved for me, and he came almost immediately, with me swallowing most of his cum, but some of it trickled down my chin and neck.

Then he and Mom sat back and went through the family album.

"I'll bet you'd like to know what my little girl has been up to these past weeks. This is the Naked Tiffany section, then these pages are the Tiffany in Bondage section. Over here is the Tiffany the Maid section, and here are pictures of Tiffany beaten and crying. If you have any new ideas, please let me know."

Roger ogled the pictures for twenty minutes, staring and practically drooling over some of them. All I could do was kneel in silence with the taste of his cum in my mouth.

"Mrs. Archer, I'd like to take Tiffany upstairs now."

Mom smiled. "Of course, Roger. You don't need my permission."

Roger helped me to my feet and patted me on the butt. "Guess what we're going to do now?" he asked.

As if I didn't know.

Part 28: You Made Me Love You

Roger took me upstairs and into my room. He stared at the canopy bed and the leather restraints hanging from the walls.

"Nice room you have, Tiffany. You've become a naughty girl, haven't you?"

"There are some more toys in the dresser over there." I said.

He went through my collection of gags, butt plugs and other sex toys, and then searched through my closets, looking at each of my outfits. I hoped they woul occupy his attention, but he had other things in mind.

"I'll have to look at all of this later. Right now, it's first things first."

He backed me over to the bed and gently sat me down, then pulled my legs up onto the bed and rolled me over. Spreading my legs, he reached into my panties.

"Still wearing crotchless underwear? And what's this? A butt plug?"

"They make me wear one all the time, except when I'm asleep at night."

"Oh, then you should be used to being fucked by now, right?"

Bound and face down on my bed I could only mumble my agreement. He was going to fuck me in my own bed, in my own house, and with my mother's approval. He didn't waste any time removing my butt plug, and before I could relax, he replaced it with his own organ. But Roger wasn't even as big as the butt plug, and even though I could feel him ramming his balls against my butt as hard as he could, he didn't hurt me. Thankfully, it was all over quickly, and he was in a very good mood.

"We're going to have a good time this week." he said. "I'm going to ask your Mom to let me pick out your clothes. I can't have you dressed up like a slut when I take you out. And you've got way too much makeup for a little girl."

"Thank you, Roger." I said. And I really meant it.

Soon we were ready for dinner. Roger would eat with my parents and my sister, who had come home from school for the weekend. I, of course, was on the floor lapping at my food.

"It's good to have a real boy in the house for a change." Dad said.

I stopped eating to look up, with gravy all over my face. He thought Roger was a real boy? Roger, who made me suck his cock and was fucking me upstairs?

"Not like that simpering little creature on the floor." Dad continued.

I stuck my face back in my food and started eating again, pretending not to hear him. At least he recognized that I still existed.

Roger put me to bed that night. After fucking me a couple more times, once in the mouth and once in the ass, he let me shower and then placed leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. He tied my ankles to the tops of the bedpost, leaving them two feet above the bed. Then he did the same with my wrists, leaving me suspended two feet above the bed. He thought my pink harem outfit needed a penis gag to complement it, and then he climbed into bed. He must have been tired from all the exercise he had with me, because he went right to sleep. I could only hang there looking at him in the dark, trying not to drool through my gag. It was a long night.

* * * * *

Roger and I were in the movie theater at the mall. It was the same place I had entertained four boys once before. I wore a sweater, a pleated skirt, and saddle shoes. My hair was pulled straight back by a hairband. I didn't look like a slut, and no one paid attention to us. When the movie ended, Roger and I walked over to the big open area in the mall where all of the fast food restaurants were. We were holding hands when Roger suddenly slapped a pair of handcuffs on me.

"Roger, please don't do anything here, in front of all these people." I whispered, hoping no one would notice a little girl with her hands behind her back. There must have been a hundred people eating lunch, and they ignored us.

Until Roger spoke up.

"Look, everyone. I have an announcement to make. This sweet little girl here is really Johnny Archer, the famous movie star. Actually, he's a faggot who likes to dress up as a girl, and to prove it, he's going to suck my cock right here in front of all of you!"

The whole place went dead silent. Even the people working at the restaurants stopped to stare at us. Then Roger unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang to attention. He forced me down on my knees, and dragged me closer and closer until my mouth was pressed against the tip of his cock...

* * * * *

I woke up with a start, struggling against my bonds. I pulled on the ropes and tried to scream into my gag. Then I realized where I was. I was still suspended over my bed, with my friendly rapist happily snoozing below me. It was the worst nightmare I ever had. I didn't want to go back to sleep, and I didn't want to be tied up like this at night any more. But then my opinion didn't count for a whole lot around here any more.

The next morning Roger woke up, stretched, and smiled when I saw me strung out above him.

"Did you sleep well, faggot?"

I nodded my head, the only part of me free to move.

He didn't make me sleep like that any more, thank goodness. He just wanted to show me who was boss, as if I didn't already know. We spent the whole week together, going to the movies, the park, the beach, the hills, and everywhere else he could think of. And everywhere we went we made out. He couldn't keep his paws off me all week. He was the typical male chauvinist pig, always talking down to me because I was only a girl. I just smiled and agreed with him, and did whatever he told me to. I was an actor, and I was acting like a girl. It was a heck of a lot better than spending the week on my knees scrubbing floors and having Mrs. Duggan beat the crap out of me every day. Also, Roger made me dress up like a little girl, which meant wearing only flats, and no high heels, for which my feet were grateful. Of course, we had sex every morning and every night. He was insatiable, but by the end of the week I had worn him out. By then all he would do was experiment with new bondage positions, trying to think up new ways of tying me up. I could see Cindy's influence on him. He was fascinated with my canopy bed, and left me hanging there for hours, encased in leather and unable to move a muscle. His handiwork had her signature.

On his last night here, he tied me up so tightly that I couldn't move at all. I was in an arm binder and corsetted, with ropes around my ankles, knees and thighs. A collar immobilized my head, and there were clamps on my nipples and balls. Aside from the corset I was naked, and he stood me in the middle of my living room in front of my parents and sister. Then while my mother videotaped me, I had to sing to him the song "You Made Me Love You".

Roger was a character.

Part 29: Tis The Season To Be Bound

It was Christmas Day, and I didn't know if that would be good or bad for me. Mom might be nice to me, or she might gift-wrap me, and give me to someone else. I wore a green satin dress with three tiers of lace, which was a good sign. If my dress extended below my knees, that meant I wouldn't have to spend a lot of time on my knees, either working or performing unnatural acts. After breakfast, I had apple-cinnamon oatmeal smeared all over my face, which was a nice treat. It was the first time Mom had given me a flavor. Christmas was already looking like a special day for me.

Suzy collected me, and marched me up to the Christmas tree. She sat me down under the tree and untied me. My parents were here, too.

"It's time for you to open your Christmas presents, Tiffany." Mom said.

The first package had a butt plug in it.

"Thanks, but I already have a few of these."

"Not like this one." Mom said. "Turn the knob at the base."

I turned the knob and the thing started vibrating.

"Mommy, you shouldn't have." I said in despair.

My next package was a set of clamps with springs attached to weights.

"I'll bet you can't wait to try those on." Suzy told me.

"I'm sure you'll see to it, won't you?"

"Count on it, Tiffy-Poo." she said with a grin.

Then, Mom and Suzy took me down to the basement playroom. There was a new addition. It was a wooden sawhorse, about seven feet long, only it was all padded and it had double stirrups.

"Daddy got this for you, Tiffany." Suzy said.

"It's the thought that counts." I said, trying to smile gamely. My father was still thinking of me. But I wasn't sure what he was thinking of me.

The turkey dinner was delicious, even if I ended up getting much of it all over my face. Then Mom had me sing a Christmas carol, and videotaped my performance. I stood in front of the Christmas tree in my pretty green dress and sang Bob Rivers' song "Walkin 'Round in Women's Underwear" to the tune of "Winter Wonderland".

For those of you who don't know the song it goes as follows:

Lacy things the wife is missin'

Didn't ask for her permission

I'm wearing her clothes

Her silk panty hose

Walkin 'round in women's underwear

In the store there's a teddy

With little straps like spaghetti

It holds me so tight

Like handcuffs at night

Walkin 'round in women's underwear

In the office there's a guy named Melvin

He pretends that I am Murphy Brown

He'll say 'Are you ready?'

I'll say 'Whoa, man!'

Let's wait until the wife is out of town

Later on, if you wanna

We can dress like Madonna...

Well, it goes on and on. I'm sure you get the idea. There's a reason I became an actor and not a singer. I couldn't carry a tune in a basket, yet there I was, singing off key about being a faggot transvestite in front of my sister and parents who taped the whole thing.

That night, when Mom tied me to bed she had another surprise for me.

"Tiffany, I've saved your best gift for last."

"What is it, Mommy?" I asked, not really wanting to know.

"I've asked Mrs. Duggan not to beat you any more unless you're a very bad girl, and even then, I want her to ask me first."

"Oh, thank you, Mommy." I could hardly believe it.

"But you still have to do the housework and you're going to have to behave yourself."

"I'll be very good, Mommy. I promise."

"Good. Now since you'll have more time on your hands, I'm going to teach you ballet. I think all little girls should learn ballet, especially you. You spend so much time all tied up that your muscles will tighten up. Learning to dance will make you much more limber and flexible."

"Yes, Mommy." I said.

After she kissed me good night, I had to consider my good fortune.

Mrs. Duggan wouldn't beat me any more, but I had to learn ballet. All in all, it was a good trade. Besides, Mom didn't really want me to learn ballet. I was sure she just wanted to make me wear pink tights, and see how I looked twirling around in a tutu.

Roger may have been gone, but Suzy was still here on break between semesters. The next morning she tied me up and tried the new clamps on my nipples. I had just gotten used to the pain when she hooked on the springs with weights attached. I begged her to take them off and she gently nudged a penis gag into my mouth. She marched me into the living room and suspended my wrists behind me to a hook in the ceiling. Now I was bent forward with the weights dangling freely. She tied my ankles to a three-foot long spreader bar and now I was truly helpless. I moaned and groaned, but I soon found that if I stayed perfectly still the clamps wouldn't hurt so much.

"How do you like your Christmas present, Tiffy-Poo?"

She slapped one of the weights, sending it spinning, and me into spasms.

"I picked it out myself. Don't you love it?"

She steadied the weight and I nodded my head very slowly.

"That's it, precious. Stay real still and it won't hurt."

As I tried to collect myself she walked around behind me, and then I felt her lubricating my anus. Then the inevitable butt plug made its entrance, but I was ready and accepted it without moving enough to disturb the weights on my nipple clamps.

Then the thing inside me started vibrating. Suzy had turned it on.

I was startled, and my whole body shook as I squirmed and strained against the ropes. The weights swung freely back and forth. She kept me there for ten minutes before she turned it off and let me down. Drenched in sweat, I collapsed on the floor.

"I can't wait for Mom to see this." she said as she turned off the camcorder.

I looked up in shock. Face down, I had been so preoccupied with my nipples that I hadn't even seen the tripod and camera. Anyway, what's one more humiliating video for Mom's collection?

"Come on." she said. "Let's go downstairs and try out your other present."

The sawhorse. She made me straddle it, and buckled my wrists and ankles into the double stirrups. Even bound like this, the leather padding was nice and soft and I would have been comfortable had it not been for the penis gag and butt plug. Suzy turned on the large television directly in front of me.

"I have to go now, but I'm going to put this video on so you won't be bored.

It's Dad's favorite. He calls it 'Mrs. Duggan's Greatest Hits'."

She kissed me good-bye and I was relieved that she was through with me. Then the video came on. They had dubbed together a collection of videos of Mrs. Duggan beating the crap out of me. After awhile, I just closed my eyes. I couldn't look at it any more. But even then I had to listen to myself crying and trying not to scream. It went on for six hours.

Mom came downstairs and watched the last half hour with me. When it was over, she untied me and pinned my hair up.

"Time for your ballet lesson, sweetie."

"Mommy, I'm hungry. It's afternoon and I haven't eaten since breakfast."

"Tiffany, we agreed that you would learn ballet. Or would you prefer more of what you saw in the tape?"

I changed into the pink tights Mom had left for me. Did you ever try to learn ballet with a vibrating butt plug inside you? Mom turned it on before we started, and it made every move an adventure. I tried to get used to the distraction, and then the damn thing developed a short circuit or something. It would shut down for a few seconds and then turn itself on at the worst possible time. It was driving me crazy.

"Mommy, the butt plug isn't working. It keeps turning itself on and off."

"Dear, you'll just have to get used to it."

"Can't I use another one, or can't we get a new one?"

I think I had sunk to a new low. The famous movie star was dressed in pink tights with his hair all pinned up, doing ballet and looking up at his mother with puppy-dog eyes, begging for a new vibrating butt plug.

Part 30: Sugar And Spice

And so I practiced ballet in addition to all of the housework. Life was back to normal after the holiday. Suzy loved putting me on the sawhorse and paddling me, but she never hit me with bad intentions as Mrs. Duggan had.

One day I was dressed in a black satin French maid's outfit, all perfumed and painted and corsetted, and I was dusting the furniture when the doorbell rang. I was going to hide upstairs when Mom took me by the arm, and marched me to the door.

"But Mommy, I can't let anyone see me dressed like this."

"Answer the door, Tiffany. I'm expecting company, and it's for you."

I trembled as I opened the door. There was a girl in a sweater and skirt at the door. Jessie. Jessica Evans. She had lived across the street from us years ago. Before I became a movie star, we had lived in an upper-middle class section of Burbank. Jessie and I had been close friends. But once I became a star, we had moved up here, and I had lost touch with her. She was a very pretty brunette, and her straight bangs and long hair gave her a 'girl next door' look. All I could do was stare at her.

"Tiffany, aren't you going to let her in?" Mom asked.

"Please come in, Jessie." I said.

"Thanks." she said. "How did you know my name? Do you live or work here?"

I could tell she was confused. I looked awfully young to be a maid.

"I..uh..I live here."

"Are you a friend of Johnny's?"

I didn't know what to say. I looked to Mom for help.

"Jessica, I think you and Tiffany should spend some time together getting acquainted."

"But Mrs. Archer, I thought you asked me to come over here to see Johnny, not your maid."

"Jessica, Johhny IS our maid. He likes to dress up as a girl now, and he has changed his name to Tiffany. Isn't that right, sweetie?"

"Yes, Mommy." I mumbled as I studied the toes of my pumps.

Jessie didn't believe it. She took a good look at me.

"You do look a little like him, but your hair looks real."

"It is real, Jessica. Mom said. "Tiffany, pull up your dress."

I groaned. I lifted my dress, and Mom pulled down my panties, revealing my penis, adorned with a pink lace bow.

Jessie gasped. Nice girls like her never saw such things. I just groaned and wished I were dead.

Mom steadied her, and helped her over to the couch to sit down.

"There's more, Jessica. Look at our family album."

I knelt at Mom's feet in my most submissive pose. Mom had given her the Tiffany the Slut pictures and the Naked Tiffany pictures.

"You see, Johnny was a very bad boy, selfish and nasty. But once he became Tiffany, she's now the nicest, sweetest girl you'd ever want to meet.

Remeber how he ignored you after he became famous? He just brushed you off, never answered your letters. He didn't think you were good enough for him. Instead he went to bed with one groupie after another. Johnny wouldn't even be seen with any girl who wasn't an actress or a model. But Tiffany is another story. She's so sweet, she'll do anything you want. Isn't that right, precious?"

"Mrs. Archer, I think I'd better go. This is all very strange."

"Nonsense, Jessica. It's time for lunch, so have a seat at the table and we can discuss this."

Jessie sat at the table with Mom and Suzy.

"But there are only three place settings. Where will Johnny, I mean Tiffany sit?"

"Oh, we never let the help eat with us." Suzy told her.

"That's right." Mom added. "Tiffany isn't good enough to eat at the table. She eats all of her meals off the floor."

Jessie turned and was startled to see me dive into my omelette, and with my hands bound behind me, I literally had egg on my face. I could see she was even more shaken up now.

"Mrs. Archer, does she eat like this all the time?"

"Yes dear, unless she wants to starve to death."

After lunch, Mom untied me, instructed me to handcuff myself to my bed and sent me upstairs. Jessie watched as I crawled away. So I handcuffed myself to one of the posts of my bed. And then I waited.

An hour later, Jessie came up to see me. She was alone. She looked around at the the feminine decor of my room, and at the bizarre leather items on the walls.

"Johnny, what is going on here?"

It had been so long since anyone had called me by my real name that at first I didn't realize she was talking to me.

"My parents are punishing me. They're making me be their slave."

"But why are you dressed like a girl? Why is your room like this?"

"They didn't like the way I was running around with girls. This is their way of teaching me a lesson."

"But this is terrible. You aren't in jail here. Why don't you run away? Or just pick up the phone and call the police?"

"You saw those pictures of me. How would I explain to anyone that I'm dressed like this? They have lots of videos that are even worse. If anyone ever saw them, my career would be over. My life would be over."

"But why did they ask me to come over here?"

"I don't know. Maybe they thought you would be mad at me because I never stayed in touch with you after we moved. I know I should have, but I was so busy after I started making movies. I met so many new people in Hollywood. You aren't mad at me, are you?"

I looked up at her, anxiously awaiting her response.

She put her arms around me and held me.

"No, of course not. But we have to get you out of this."

"I have to do what they tell me. I'm their slave. Suzy thinks pushing me around like this is the most fun she's ever had. Dad hates me, probably because I make ten times as much money as he does. And more and more people are finding out about me. My tutor, my chauffeur, my hairdresser, the mean old maid, and now you. Sooner or later, somebody is bound to tell the newspapers about me."

"Johnny, I promise I won't hurt you. I want to be your friend."

"Then there's something else you should know about me. I have a boyfriend."

I looked at her, seeing a look of surprise and disgust for a moment.

"Do your parents know about this?"

"Sure. They fixed me up with him. They invited him to sleep over with me all of last week. And he used me like I was a girl all week. And he isn't the only one. Do you still want to be my friend?"

She took a deep breath.

"Johnny, I've never heard of anything like this. But I know you, or at least I used to. Do you like dressing up like a girl? Do you like sleeping with boys?"

"No!" I groaned, with tears coming to my eyes. "I hate all of it. But there's nothing I can do about it. They have me, and they know it."

She hugged me and said, "Well, I want to be your friend from now on." Then she held me in her arms as I cried on her shoulder.

Part 31: They Don't Make Movies The Way They Used To

It was Monday morning, Suzy had gone back to school, and Mom had invited Jessie over again. I was suspicious of Jessie, but I didn't have any choice but to trust her. After all, it seemed like Mom had brought one person after another into my new life for the purpose of humiliating me, and I didn't know why Jessie would be any different. Maybe she still held a grudge against me for ignoring her after I became famous. I was sure I'd find out soon enough.

Once my lesson was over and Cindy had gone for the day, Mom sat me down with Jessie.

"Tiffany, Cindy and I have been discussing having you make a movie, and Jessie has agreed to be in it with you. Isn't that nice?"

Uh oh. Here it comes.

"What kind of movie, Mommy?"

"Oh, it's about a couple of pretty little girls. We'll discuss the details later. Tell me, Tiffany, do you think Jessie's hair looks nice?"

"Yes, it's very beautiful." I said to Jessie, who smiled.

"I think so, too." Mom said. "That's why I'd like you to have your hair done that way, too. And it will be a lot easier to care for while we shoot the movie. When you go to the hairdresser today, Mr. Edward will cut your hair in bangs."

"Yes, Mommy."

"And Jessie, I'd like you to go with her. You can have your hair done, too."

"Gee thanks, Mrs. Archer!"

I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Brian was waiting for us outside.

"Please don't do this to me today." I whispered to him. "You can have me every other day this week, but not today. OK?"

"Get in the car, faggot." he replied. "You wouldn't want me to tell your Mommy that you were a bad little girl, would you?"

After we had travelled a short distance, we pulled over and stopped.

As Jessie watched in horror, Brian climbed into the back seat and had me give him a blow job. This was the worst of all for me. There I was in my ruffled blouse and flowing skirt, sucking a man's cock next to the girl who was my only friend in the world. When he has done with me, I wiped my face and glanced at Jessie. She had turned red and was near tears.

"If you think that's something," Brian said to her. "Wait until you see how the faggot pays for your haircut."

I was so humiliated that I couldn't say a word to Jessie or even look her for the whole trip. When we were almost there, she squeezed my hand.

I looked over and saw that she had pulled herself together.

"It's OK." she said. "Your Mom showed me the pictures. It's just that I had never seen anything like that before."

I just nodded my head, unable to speak.

At the salon all of the women waved at me, and greeted me by name. By now I was a regular. I had been coming here every Monday since forever. But then I had to take care of Mr. Peter, who was going to do Jessie's hair first. After all, he had to be paid for his work, too. Then I serviced Mr. Edward in the usual manner. If Jessie knew what was going on in the back room, she didn't say anything. When they were done with us, I had the same hairdo as Jessie, only in blonde. My golden hair hung loosely on my shoulders, and practically shone in the reflected light. I had to hand it to Mr. Edward. Sure he made me suck his cock every week, but he did wonders with my hair. On the way home, Jessie leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I was so suprised that I blushed. I felt myself getting hotter, and I had to fix my skirt so she wouldn't see the beginning of an erection!

My first one since October. I was still OK, after all.

When we got home, Mom explained what the movie would be about. I was going to play a boy who impersonates a girl in order to lure a pretty girl to his basement. He intends to rape her, but she fights him off and gives him a beating. Actually it sounded pretty tame compared to what I'd already been through, so I figured it was no big deal. Mom also said that Jessie would come over every day after school to shoot the movie, so I wouldn't have time for ballet any more. This was looking better all the time!

So Jessie and I both agreed to make the movie (not that I had any choice), and we would start tomorrow. On the following day, Cindy stayed with us after my lesson was over, and she started setting up some video equipment in the basement play room. Brian helped her move the cameras and lighting in. But then Cindy's friend Vanessa showed up. Suddenly I got a real bad feeling about this. It turned out that in addition to being an expert in bondage, Vanessa had studied film-making in college. She, Cindy and Brian had formed a company to produce a movie, and I was going to be the star.

Cindy dragged me downstairs so I was alone with her and Vanessa.

"Long time no see, little sissy." Vanessa said. "You look so cute in your little French maid's outfit. Are you looking forward to being in the movies again?"

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Now Tiffany, is that any way to greet an old friend? Your hair looks lovely.

Did you do it yourself?"

"No, Vanessa, the hairdresser did it for me yesterday."

"Oh yes, Cindy and Brian have told me about how much you love those weekly trips to the salon. I'm so glad to see you've adapted to your new life as a slave girl."

"You taught me well, didn't you?"

"And I'm going to teach you a lot more!"

She flashed an evil grin at me and I couldn't help but shiver.

Part 32: There's No Business Like Show Business

Jessie and I were alone for a few moments before we started shooting the first scene.

"Johnny!" she whispered to me. "I'm going to have to beat you up in the first scene."

"I know. I've read the script."

"But I won't hit you real hard. You have to act like I'm hurting you, and maybe that will satisfy them. They told me if I don't hit you they'll find another girl who will."

"Acting is one thing I'm good at." I told her. With Jessie as my leading lady I might survive this movie. Any other girl might beat my brains out. As per the script the scene was set in my basement, where I had led Jessie to believe we would be studying together. But then I revealed my true intentions to Jessie, and tried to rip her clothes off, only to have her hit me with a couple of karate chops which looked good, but didn't hurt at all, despite my cries of pain. Then she threw me face down on the floor and stripped me. She handcuffed my hands behind my back and sat on top of me.

"Now I'm going to teach you some manners." she snarled at me. Looking around the basement at all the whips and chains and hanging on the wall, she grabbed my hair and twisted my head back so I faced the camera.

"How convenient of you to have all of these sex toys handy. I'm going to use all of them on you!"

"CUT!"

Vanessa was very pleased with the results. I pretended I was hurt, and slowly sat up.

"Tiffany, these next scenes will be a lot more demanding." Vanessa said.

The rest of the afternoon was a mystery to me, as we shot the same scenes over dozens of times with only minor variations. First I would be on my knees stark naked, and Jessie would pull my hair. Then I would be wearing a ball gag. Then a penis gag. Then I would have clamps on my nipples. Then clamps and a ball gag. This went on and on, and I wondered why they couldn't it right. After videotaping me in every possible combination of restraints and bondage gear, we moved on to another scene.

This time Jessie yelled insults at me and slapped my face.

And then Vanessa made us do it over and over with all the different props, just like the last scene. I mean, what diference did it make what color butt plug Jessie stuck in me before she slapped me? That was one prop that really freaked her out, by the way. Finally, I had to say something.

"Why do we keep doing this over and over? Can't we move on to the next scene?"

"Oh, these prima donna actors." Vanessa said. "Don't forget, I'm the director, and we'll do this my way."

"But this is taking forever." I whined. I didn't sound very forceful standing there wearing nothing but a pair of clamps on my nipples.

"She still thinks she's a star, doesn't she?" Vanessa asked my mother.

"Tiffany, would you like to go swimming with your sister again?"

"No, Mommy." Her point was made. From now on I would do as I was told.

By early evening, all we had done was have Jessie pull my hair, slap me, and throw me face down on the floor. Over and over and over.

"Jessie, now you have to slap Tiffany again and again until she cries."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes, and I want to see real tears, not acting. This is the last scene of the day, so I don't care what you have to do to Tiffany. Make her cry, and then don't stop hitting her until I say so."

Jessie reluctantly agreed and then started slapping me. Softly at first, and then harder at Vanessa's urging. I could feel my cheeks redden as the camera zoomed in for a closeup. I was naked with my wrists and ankles cuffed.

Jessie had backed me up to a wall, and there was nowhere to go as she kept hitting me. My cheeks burned, and I could feel tears trickling down as she snapped my head from side to side. She had to hold me up with one hand as my knees buckled, but she kept slapping me as I cried and begged her to stop.

"Please, no more!" I sobbed as she let go and I crumpled on the floor.

"CUT! Jessie, that was wonderful." Vanessa said.

I just lay on the floor crying like a baby and trying to cover myself up. Jessie ran away, and it was Vanessa who pulled me to my feet.

"Tiffany, that's the way we're going to finish every day's work. With you being beaten into submission. If Jessie wants to take it easy on you during the rest of the session, that's OK with me, but you're going to get a whipping in the final scene every day."

And that's the way it was, every day for weeks. Jessie would apologize for having to spank or paddle me every night, but the next day we would come back for more. And we kept shooting dozens of variations of every scene. Finally after more than two months we were done. I had been slapped, beaten, insulted, spanked and paddled. Jessie had used every restraint I owned and some that I didn't even know about on me. They even made her rape me with a strap-on dildo, which may have bothered her even more than it did me. And at the end of each day, she had beaten me until I was sobbing like a baby. But now it was over.

Part 33: Go East, Young Man

A couple of Saturdays later at the end of March, Suzy made me crawl into the library where our parents were waiting. I wore a pink leotard, with a stiff collar around my neck. It was hard to crawl on just my knees with my hands cuffed behind me. Finally, Suzy grew impatient with me, and dragged me by the leash. I choked and gasped as I slid across the floor, coming to a stop at my mother's feet.

Mom held up a small disk.

"Do you know what this is?"

"A compact disk, Mommy?"

"Not exactly, sweetie. This is a CD-ROM. It works in the computer over there. Specifically, it is your CD-ROM. Your movie is on it."

I had no idea what she was talking about. I didn't even know we had a computer in this room. Where did it come from? Seeing my blank expression, Mom decided to elaborate.

"Let me show you." she said, putting the disk in the computer, and then typing something at the keyboard. The screen flashed to life with the opening credits of a movie.

It said "PRETTY BOY LEARNS HIS LESSON" and then "Starring Johnny Archer"

And then I saw the opening scene, in which Jessie overpowered me and tied me up. Then as I lay on the floor at her mercy, the image on the screen froze. And now there were words written in small print across the top of the screen.

"This is an interactive movie." Mom told me. It allows anyone who watches it to play Jessie's part. Now I can have Jessie do whatever I want to you."

Mom pulled down a menu item that said "Hit", and then she had a list of choices. She picked the one that said "Slap", and then chose "Once". As I watched in amazement, Jessie slapped my face.

Mom continued to demonstrate the use of the program to me, choosing from a selection of gags for me, and having Jessie taunt me, pull my hair, slap my face, and beat me every step of the way. Now I understood why we had to shoot every scene so many times. Vanessa was a professional, and she wanted the movie to have continuity. She couldn't very well have Jessie slap me while I wore a penis gag, and then suddenly have me wearing a ball gag when she spanked me a moment later. Vanessa made sure that I could be tormented every way possible regardless of whether I was in an armbinder or hogtied, or whatever. The movie would continue without any abrupt changes.

"Well, what do you think of it, sweetie?" Mom asked. "I think we'll make another one with you trying to enter a beauty pageant. Then the other girls will find out you're really a boy in disguise, and all of them will beat you to a pulp. Maybe Jessie has some friends who would like to be in a movie with you."

I was speechless. This whole movie was horrible, and now Mom wanted to make another one.

"I think 'Pretty Boy' will be a big hit. Vanessa says if we sell it at $50, it could be a best seller. We could sell tens of thousands of them."

"But Mommy, you can't sell this. It's...it's pornography. People can't see me like this." I was about to cry.

"There, there, precious." Mom said, stroking my hair. "People would love to see you like this. You have a reputation for being a brat, and lots of people would gladly pay for the opportunity to give you a beating. And now, thanks to this movie, we can share you with all of them."

"But isn't selling movies like this against the law?"

"We aren't concerned with the law." Dad said to me.

This was the first time my father had spoken to me in months, and I was so startled that I sat straight up. Mom gave him the leash and he pulled me across the floor to him.

"I have been shopping you around with my contacts around the world, trying to determine your value on the white slavery market." he said.

White slavery? What is that?, I wondered.

"It turns out that you have a lot going for you. You're famous, so there's a lot of interest in you. You're pretty enough to be a girl, and you already dress and act like one. But your blonde hair is really a bonus. In the Far East that doubles your value. So I've narrowed it down to two clients. One is an underworld Triad boss in Hong Kong who has seen all of your movies a dozen times. The other is a Japanese real estate tycoon who lives in an estate on his own island in the Sea of Japan. They call him 'The Tiger'."

He showed me a copy of Forbes magazine with a picture of a middle-aged Japanese man on the cover. It said 'Tiger Yoshura' in big letters.

"Either of them is willing to pay $2 million for you."

"You mean you're going to sell me?? Is that what white slavery means?"

"Yes, you're going to be a sex slave. I'm sorry, I thought I had explained that. The Japanese tycoon will want you to have a sex change operation. He isn't satisfied with having you dress like a girl. He will make you a girl for keeps. The Hong Kong warlord is reportedly a nasty, vicious man, but he will let you live as a boy as long as you look like a beautiful girl. Do you have a preference, or should I auction you to the highest bidder?"

"You can't sell me!" I shouted. "I'll go straight to the police and tell them everything. EVERYTHING! I don't care what happens to me. It's better than being a slave girl in Japan."

Dad grabbed my collar and pulled my face close to his. "You aren't going anywhere or telling anyone anything." he said. "In case you hadn't noticed, you're all tied up and helpless, and I can have you gift-wrapped and on a private jet to Japan tonight, where you'll be the sweetest little girl in The Tiger's harem."

I swallowed hard. I tried to struggle, but my father held me in an iron grip. I looked around frantically for help, but my mother and sister just looked away. I was helpless. My whole body trembled and tears came to my eyes.

"You never were tough enough to be a boy anyway." he said, glaring at me.

My knees buckled as he yanked on my collar, and I knelt there before him. Tears streamed down my face as I cringed at his feet with my head bowed.

"Sayonara, Tiffany." he snarled.

Part 34: The Lady Or The Tiger

Mom came over and took hold of me.

"There is one other option, Tiffany." she said.

"What...what is it?" I asked, now trembling and crying.

"You can be Jessica's slave for the rest of your life."

My head spun around. "Jessica? What does she want with me?" I asked.

Mom pulled me away from Dad and sat me down on her lap.

"Jessica likes you. Why, I don't know. I've tried to show her that you're nothing but a filthy piece of garbage. I've shown her the videos and pictures of you and Roger, and all of the disgusting things you've done. I've explained to her that she can do a lot better. That she should grow up and marry a real man, instead of a wimp like you. But she seems to be infatuated with you. So I'm giving you the choice of marrying Jessica when you grow up. Or would you rather go to Japan?"

"I'll marry Jessica!" I said in a single breath. It was not the hardest decision I've ever made.

"This is going to cost us two million dollars!" Dad yelled at Mom.

"I want to make sure you understand what this means." Mom said to me. "You will go back to being Johnny, but your Hollywood career is over. You will be Jessica's boyfriend until the two of you reach legal age. Then you'll marry her, and we'll all move somewhere else. But you will be obedient to her for the rest of her life. Once you are married, you will turn over your money, bank accounts and all of your assets to her. Whether you are her husband or slave is up to her. If you disobey her, we will circulate some photographs and videos from our collection. Is that clear?"

I nodded my head. I was going to marry the only person who liked me, and I was going to be a boy again. This was too good to be true.

Mom took the leash off me, and my sister unlocked my handcuffs.

"Welcome back, Johnny." Suzy said, as she kissed me and wiped my tears away.

The first thing I did was get a pair of scissors and cut off as much hair as I could. Then I looked down and saw my beautiful long hair all over the floor. The handful I picked up felt so soft, and smelled so fragrant. Then I threw it all in the trash. It was the end of a nightmare.

Suzy gave me a T-shirt, shorts, socks, and sneakers. All of her stuff fit me well enough to go shopping for some real clothes. But first I went to a barber shop. Not a beauty parlor, not a hairstylist, but a barber shop. The barber was a fat old guy who smelled like garlic, and I had him give me a crewcut. He sang Italian songs and belched once in a while.

I loved it.

When I got home, I found that Mom had invited Jessie over to give her the good news.

"Your hair! What happened to your hair?" Jessie screamed at me.

"I got a haircut. It'll grow back."

"Don't do anything stupid like that without asking me first!"

"Yes, dear." I said.

Jessie looked at my mother. "Mrs. Archer, this is going to be more work than I thought."

Mom just shrugged her shoulders. "He's your problem now."

"Come on." Jessie said, dragging me by the hand.

"Where are we going?"

"Shopping." she said. "We can't have you wearing clothes that don't fit. You may not be a movie star any more, but you can still look like one."

"Yes, dear."

"I think your hair would look nice parted on the left."

"Anything you say, Jessie."

"Your mother gave me lots of money, so we can get you a whole new wardrobe today. I think you'd look nice in a blue blazer with matching pants."

"Yes, dear."

Epilogue

Jessie's parents were delighted to learn that their daughter was seeing a famous movie star. Especially after meeting me and seeing how nice and sweet I was, not at all like my reputation in the tabloids.

It was relatively easy to reconcile with my sister. Suzy was caring and affectionate, and she helped me get back to normal. But it took more than a year of therapy before I forgave my parents. Mom and Dad claimed that they weren't really going to sell me into slavery. They just wanted to frighten me so I would agree to marry Jessie. Emotionally, I was still so fragile that I never did go back to school with other kids. My parents hired another tutor, a kindly old man in his sixties. He wasn't interested in me at all, thank God.

Cindy, Vanessa, Brian and that witch Mrs. Duggan all received generous severance bonuses to guarantee their silence. They even paid off Roger, who hated to go. That kid was something else. He was a lot smarter than I gave him credit for. There I was, thinking I had fooled him into thinking he was out with a girl on our dates. It turns out he was gay, not bisexual, and he knew about me all along. Cindy had told him my true identity on Day One. So he kept me nervous and on edge all through our first couple of dates, enjoying my clumsy efforts as I pretended to be a girl and let him do whatever he wanted. Then he scared me to death when he punched me out in the beach house. But he had known all along that it wouldn't last forever, and he went on his way. So Roger's not on my Christmas card list, either. Everyone who knew about the whole sordid affair left.

Everyone except Jessie. And when we were sixteen, she dropped out of school and we were married. By now I was a has-been, so the tabloids hardly mentioned our wedding. Her parents thought we were much too young, and they wanted her to finish her education, but Jessie had become as strong-willed as she was beautiful. She agreed to get a high school equivalency diploma and we were married. Her parents never did learn the real story, but we had reached legal age anyway, so they couldn't stop us even if they had wanted to.

Besides, having a multimillioniare for a son-in-law wasn't so bad for their suddenly upwardly-mobile daughter.

It's Jessie's money now, though. After we married, we all moved to a small town in northern California, far from Hollywood. My parents own a mansion in the hills, and Jessie and I have a 400-acre ranch. My dad arranged the legal paperwork for me to turn over all of my assets to Jessie.

Everything is in her name except the clothes on my back. My parents have written me out of their will, too. Jessie and my sister Suzy will split everything. So I don't invite my parents over for dinner very often.

It's a good thing Jessie likes me, because I'm penniless now.

Even so, the interest on her investments is more than half a million dollars a year, so I live like a king now. Well, usually like a king. Sometimes like a serving girl. Jessie kept some of the videos and bondage equipment, and she got me some outfits our maids would be embarrassed to wear. All she has to do is mention the closet with the wigs and leather and rubber outfits, or wave a sex toy at me and our argument is over. As long as I behave myself it's OK, but if I step out of line I might find myself wearing pink and sleeping with the butler. Yes, he's gay, and he likes me too. My big sister and Jessie have become best friends. They talk on the phone almost every day, and Suzy visits several times a year. She loves to reminisce about the old days with Tiffany in Archer Manor. But she likes having a nice, polite brother almost as much as she liked having a sister. All things considered, life is good. I mean, on the whole I can't complain. Really, I can't.

The End