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Sean loves watching the neighborhood girls in their cute dresses, but something strange is going on. Can he avoid getting involved?
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The Pink Polka-Dot Club
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Chapter 1 - Sean is curious.

Sean peeked out of his window when he awoke and saw them again. Dressed in pink polka-dot dresses, the girls stealthily disappeared into the large clubhouse on the other side of the fence that surrounded his back yard. Some of the girls were blond, and some of them had very dark hair. But, he was enchanted with the girls that had bright reddish-brown hair.

Most of them wore simple pink bows that pulled their hair into full pony-tails, but some of them had two smaller bows that collected their hair into dainty pigtails. All of them wore similar short sleeved white dresses with large pink polka-dots, with the exception of just two of them that donned red dresses with black polka-dots. He had lost track of how many girls there were. For a long time it was just a small gathering, but recently it seemed like the group was getting bigger.

He went to the basketball court, but fewer people were showing up lately. There weren't enough players to make up teams. He played some 1 on 1 with Scott for a while, but quickly got bored. He passed the arcade while walking home, and he pressed his face up to the window. There used to be a crowd in there all the time. He'd been in several gaming competitions with 25 or more people at once. Now there were just a few people casually playing games by themselves. "Something's not right", he thought.

Sean took a shortcut through the woods toward home. As he approached the back of his fenced yard, he saw the mysterious clubhouse from a different angle. It was bigger than he thought it looked from his bedroom window. He walked toward it. As he got closer, he heard a dull cyclical rumbling sound. He became nervous and started to move more slowly, finally tip-toeing up to the west side. He put his ear to the wall and heard chanting from inside. It was rhythmic ... sort of a repeating 1,2,3 pattern. He pressed his ear more intensely, trying to make out the words that were emanating from inside. He focused on the rhythm, closed his eyes, and listened intently.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his arm which startled him. He opened his eyes and swirled around to see what appeared to be a small girl with blond hair in a white dress with pink polka-dots. "Watcha doin?", she said, in a slightly high pitched southern accent.

Sean was rattled for a moment, but pulled himself together and said "Nothin." Then he realized that his answer wasn't very good, and, thinking that he was dealing with a young girl, he tried again. "I'm testing for termites", he said.

"Okee dokee. My name is Cindy", she said in a very strained squeaky voice. "What's your name?". Cindy was holding her arms behind herself and rocking her shoulders back and forth in a cutesy manner.

Sean was perturbed and wanted her to go away, but he played along as best as he could. "It's Sean", he said, as he noticed that something wasn't quite right with Cindy's appearance.

"Wanna know a secret?", she squeaked.

Sean leaned a little toward her. He tried to get a better look at her as he said "What would that be?"

Cindy's left arm swiftly spun from behind her, and Sean gasped when he saw the aerosol can that she was holding. It was pointed directly at his face. She had done this before, and her timing was perfect. At the very moment that Sean pulled away and tried to catch his breath, Cindy released the contents of the can.

Sean choked on the spray, but managed to articulate " W h h h y y ?"

Cindy watched him slowly slump to the ground. His eyes were barely still open as she said "Because Alice wants more club members, and you are going to join us whether you like it or not."


 
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FAIRYTUTUS
two things
A. please continue this and B can we roleplay this? i like were this story is going and i cant wait to read more! i hope they use magic to change him too.
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Sarah Marina


 two things
A. please continue this and B can we roleplay this? i like were this story is going and i cant wait to read more! i hope they use magic to change him too.  




Tutu, (if you don't mind me calling you that),

Yes, this story will continue... The 2nd Chapter is nearly ready. And, since you were the first to be so nice to comment and ask for 'Magic', I will ensure that some magic is included.

I'm so sorry I can't role-play unless my honey agrees to be a part of it or gives me permission. I'll work on that, but in the meantime, enjoy the story... and please keep commenting


Sarah
 
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Chapter 2 - A small room

Sean's eyes started to open. He was in an isolated room. The walls appeared to be made from the same wood that he had seen from the outside of the clubhouse. There were a few slivers of light that passed through the cracks of the wooden roof. Based on the angle of the light, he guessed the time was close to noon. He figured that he had been unconscious for at least an hour.

He was laying on a stiff board covered with a lightly padded red vinyl cover. He could move his head to look around, but his wrists and ankles were cuffed and secured to the board. His clothes were missing, with the exception of his underwear. He looked to his left and saw what looked like Scott about 6 feet away in the same predicament.

"Iv dat wu Scawt?", he said. Sean's mind was still fuzzy, and he couldn't pronounce his words correctly. "Wus happamim?", he asked.

Scott was also cuffed, secured, and missing most of his clothing. He was just waking up. Scott replied "ey da naw".

The door to the room creaked open, and four girls slowly walked in and encircled the boys. Three of the girls had long pony-tails. Sean was pretty sure he had never seen them before. Two of them had aubern hair, and one had shimmery black hair. They were fairly tall, between 5'6" and 5'8". They had soft features, nice figures, and were very pretty. He was quite embarrassed to have them seeing him tied up and wearing only his underpants.

The fourth girl he recognized. It was Cindy. Cindy had curly blond hair which was tied in pig-tails. She was smaller than the others, at about 4'6", but her features were more harsh, and she wasn't as pleasing to look at.

The dark haired girl spoke first. "By the grace of Alice and Zena, submit your justification. Who claims these pathetic specimens?", she said.

One of the girls with aubern hair was standing very close to Scott. She pointed to him and said "I, Diedra, claim this one. He was staring at my breasts and butt from the basketball court. He is a pig!"

Then Cindy pointed to Sean and said in her high pitched squeaky voice, "I, Cindy, claim this one. He used to tease and embarrass me every day for liking cartoons and being lousy at sports."

Sean's mind was jolted. "What?!", he thought. He looked more closely at Cindy and started to see the similarity of her facial features and the one boy he used to tease back in high school. There was only one person he was ever really mean to. "Timmy?!", he said. Sean was starting to speak a little more clearly, and said "Timmy Rhodes?! I thought you moved away. What happened? You used to be like 5-10 and 180 pounds. What the hell is going on?!"

Cindy smirked at first. Then the smile on her face slowly grew to epic proportions. Her eyes got big and wide. She leaned toward Sean, putting her face very close to his, and whispered "I promise... you will find out. But don't ever speak of my former name again, because you will regret it."
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FAIRYTUTUS
ohh this is wonderfull. A+ so far i must say i have a felling i would love to join this club. cant wait to read more!!

ps. tutu is fine, i figured magic because of the "chanting", i know how bad i feel when i have no one coment on my things (a good friend or two will coment and god bless them for that) and if you can agree to the rp just pm me (cant use a chatroom right now)
i love roleplaying
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krystalasbaby
I just came accross the story today. Wow i lov where it is heading, just wish the chapters were a little longer. Is Sean going to be made smaller than Cindy?
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Sarah Marina
This chapter is a bit longer because SissyBabyTammy (thanks for commenting) asked for it. I can't tell you what is going to happen up front, but, Oh My! If you only knew what I know about what is going to happen to Sean and Scott after this, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want to miss it.
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Chapter 3 - The Auditorium

Sean heard the distant sound of a booming bell. It had a low reverberating pitch, and it vibrated the room. All of the girls, including Cindy, suddenly stood up straight. Their eyes became glassy, and their expressions glazed over.

Five more girls with long pony-tails entered the room. There were now eight of them. They moved to the corners of the boards that were supporting Sean and Scott. All of them bent slightly and grasped the handles that Sean, at just that moment, noticed were protruding from each corner. In a single unified motion, the girls lifted them level with their upper thighs. The transport teams turned in unison and effortlessly carried Sean and Scott, head first, toward the door. Cindy followed behind them.

Sean was closest to the door, so he was carried through it and into the hallway first. The hall walls were lined with burning candles that were evenly spaced. There was no other lighting. As Sean was transported down the hall, he saw several closed doors on each side. They reached a stairwell and started descending. Sean felt a slight headrush as he was being carried with his head below the rest of his body. The wooden walls and doors disappeared into the dimly lit distance as they continued downward.

Sean started to hear the faint sound of chanting again. It had the same rhythm that he heard from outside the clubhouse, but he still couldn't make out the words. Further down the stairwell, the rant started to become louder and clearer. It reminded him of a high-school pep rally, with lots of people singing the same thing, but not really in tune with each other.

They reached the bottom of the stairs and continued along another hallway that was lined with stone and concrete. It, too, was only illuminated by wall candles. Sean was flabbergasted. Out loud, he said "How big is this place?", but no one answered him. The tone of the situation seemed very serious, but Sean heard Scott do his best to make a joke. Scott looked directly at one of the aubern haired girls that was carrying him and said, "Do you come here often?" She swiftly slapped Scott on the face and said "Shut up!"

The procession continued down the candlelit stone hall. The chanting was growing, both in volume and fullness. Finally, they all funnelled through the back entrance of the clubhouse auditorium. Sean's eyes had to re-adjust to the expanse of the room. It was huge. The ceiling was at least 30 feet high. It was brighter. There were candles, but they were outshined by the massive chandeliers that hung from the cathedral ceiling.

Sean could see that the group was still gathering. The girls stood in front of long wooden benches that reminded him of church pews. There were doorways on both sides of the room, and more girls were steadily streaming in through them. As more of them took their places, the chanting got louder, stronger, and ominous.

The boys were carted toward the center isle. As they were marched toward the front of the auditorium, Sean and Scott could now distinguish every word of the forboding chant...

---[ 100+ girls chanting in unison - cheerleader style ]---
We are girls.
Girls are great.
No more boys?
We can't wait.
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Hair in curls.
Wearing pearls.
Dainty twirls.
Happy girls.
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Not a girl?
That's so sad.
You can change,
(so) don't be mad.
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We will help.
(its) not too late.
Just relax,
(and) accept your fate.
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Let them think,
They'll get a date.
(use) our behinds,
just like bait.
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Get them all.
Make them crawl.
Diaper them,
(and) watch them bawl.
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The mantra continued repeatedly as the boys were carried down the isle and toward the stage. They passed rows and rows of crooning club members. The taller girls with long pony-tails stood in the back. When the procession reached the middle of the room, Cindy veered off and took her place amongst the girls that were similar in size. She enthusiastically began singing with the rest.

As they got closer to the front of the auditorium, Sean saw eight girls in the front row that were even smaller than Cindy. They averaged about 2'8". He had never seen them before. All of them were wearing short sleeved white dresses with pink-polka dots, just like the larger girls. The only difference he quickly noticed was that every one of them was holding a doll. Each doll had the same dress and hair color as the girl holding it. He also noticed that their skirts were fuller. They were wearing puffy white petticoats that swelled the bottom of their dresses into broad round embodiments.

Toward the front of the room, the teams turned in opposite directions. The one group, carrying Sean, turned left, and the other turned right. They marched Sean and Scott up a short set of stairs that were on opposing sides of the auditorium and then walked toward the center. The boys were pivoted into a vertical position, facing the crowd. Then the girls chained the boards to huge carved stone monuments. Once again, the boys were about six feet apart. The transport teams walked down the stage stairs, took their places in the crowd, and joined the chant.

The boys were now standing on their own feet, on a stage, in their underwear, in front of at least 100 chanting girls. They were still cuffed to the boards and unable to move more than a few inches.

Sean and Scott simultaneously looked at each other and said "How the hell did this happen?"

 
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krystalasbaby
Thank you for making the chapter longer. I still want more, you leave me wanting more where you leave it for the next chapter. Can not wait for it too come along and hopefully see what happening to the 2 boys.
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FAIRYTUTUS
i love it too. reminds me of my favorite kids next-door episode: operation F.U.T.U.R.E. only this is more cult then scifi making it more interesting, cant wait for more!!
i love roleplaying
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sissydina218
absolutely love your story the chanting cult likeness of it can't wait to see what happens next
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Sarah Marina
Loving the feedback. Please continue letting me know if you like where this is going.
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Chapter 4 - Alice and Zena


After a few more repetitions of the entire stanza, the crowd finished on the last verse of the chant, sat down, and became silent.

There was a pause before two girls in red dresses with black polka-dots entered the stage from opposite sides. Both of them were gorgeous. Their dresses differed from everyone else's, not only in the colors, but also because of the large letters that were embroidered on their dress skirts. One had a large "A", and the other had a large "Z". It didn't take a lot of effort for Sean to guess that they were Alice and Zena, and that they were the club leaders. Alice had blond hair and Zena had black hair. They both wore their hair straight and didn't have any hair accessories.

As they entered, Alice pinched Sean in his side, and Zena pinched Scott's butt. The boys cringed, and a few giggles from the assembly broke the silence. They both moved toward the front of the stage, in front of the boys, and raised their right fists straight up. The crowd stood again.

"Girl", shouted Alice.
"Power", softly replied many of the attendees.
"Girl", shouted Zena.
"Power", replied almost everyone.
"Girl", shouted Alice.
"Power", shouted everyone.
"Girl", shouted Zena.
"Power", shouted all of them in a strongly unified voice.

They kept this going for awhile, with Alice and Zena taking turns getting the entire group almost to a frenzy.

Alice stopped the routine and waited for the group to settle. Slowly, everyone sat back down in their seats. Then she spoke.
"We are gathered here to welcome our new recruits."

Sean thought, "Yeah, right. What a bunch of nut jobs." But he wasn't expecting what happened next.

The crowd, perfectly united, gave a clearly understandable, and somewhat ominous response.
"All shall succumb to the Alpha!"

Zena stepped forward and said "Let the ceremony begin."

Once again the group replied in a unified voice.
"All shall acclimate for the Omega!"

A girl with pigtails climbed the stairs on the right followed by two girls with long pony-tails that were carrying packages. The smaller girl was carrying a square red pillow with some shiny objects on it. She knelt in front of Alice and Zena as they each took a pair of scissors from the pillow. Then she left the stage. In their current predicament, the sight of sharp scissors caused Sean and Scott a great deal of anxiety. They both suffered a rush of fear as they wondered what would follow.

Alice and Zena walked toward Scott and stood on each side of him. Then, in one swift motion, they cut the sides of his underwear and let them fall to the ground. They then did the same to Sean. The boys were both mortified and relieved at the same time.

"Behold the abominations!", shouted Alice and Zena together.

"Make them better!", shouted the audience.

Each of the pony-tailed girls took a pair of surgical gloves from the packages they were holding and gave them to Alice and Zena. After the leaders put on the gloves and adjusted them, they were each handed an oddly shaped, flesh colored, molded latex contraption. Alice and Zena unfolded the devices and held them up for everyone to see. The crowd cheered. Sean and Scott could only see the items from the back. They were mostly rectangular, but they also had wide flaps at the top and sort of a long tail at the bottom. The flaps and other parts appeared to have wide curved bulges.

Alice walked toward Sean, and Zena walked toward Scott. The other girls on stage, who were obviously assisting them, each moved toward their respective assignments. The four of them worked in concert; Alice and her helper with Sean, and Zena and her assistant with Scott.

The leaders held the top of the devices against the boys stomachs while their assistants gently pulled the tails of the contraptions underneath and behind the boys. Alice and Zena then slipped their free hands into the front of the appliances and wrapped their fingers around the boy's flaccid members. Scott and Sean both closed their eyes to try and avoid the embarrassment of being helplessly handled in front of an audience. Their penises were guided into the latex sleeves that were hidden inside the apparatus.

The assistants then pulled the latex tails a bit tighter and held the ends up against the boy's lower backs. Alice and Zena wrapped the large flaps around their hips and held them in place. The assistant girls then took a glue gun and some adhesive from their packages. They applied some adhesive to the waist area of the devices, then sealed the flaps to the tails with the glue guns. The gaffs were now perfectly form fitting, snug, and virtually seamless.

At that point, the four girls on stage all moved away from the boys. Sean and Scott, cautiously sensing that the humiliating treatment might be over, opened their eyes and looked down to see that they had been fitted with realisticaly looking latex vaginas, accentuated with padded hips and padded behinds. From the waist down, they looked exactly like naked girls, with the exception of their somewhat hairy legs.

Sean looked at Scott and frantically blurted out "This is frickin crazy".

Alice and Zena simultaneously looked at them with fire in their eyes and shouted in a very dominant manner "Silence, pigs!" The boys gulped and lowered their eyes. They knew they were not in a position to challenge anyone at the moment.

Zena said to the group, "Will the coaches please stand?"
Diedra and Cindy stood up.

Scott thought, "Well 'coach' doesn't sound that bad", but he suspected that the term wasn't necessarily an accurate depiction of what they were actually planning.

"And what is your judgment?", said Alice.

Cindy spoke first. "Regeneration... 2nd degree."
Zena replied, "Are you sure? We already know you have the proficiency for more."
Cindy said, "For now... but I wish to reserve my right to proceed as far as stage 4 if it pleases the mistress."
"Granted", said Alice and Zena together.

Diedra delivered her sanction. "Metamorphosis..." She hesitated, then she continued "... Level 7."
The entire crowd gasped. Then the room got quiet.
There was a long pause before Alice retorted "That has only been accomplished twice before. Do you sincerely believe you have the skills for such a task?"
"I do", said Diedra.
The leaders looked at each other, and after another short pause, nodded their heads and said "So it shall be."

Sean looked at Scott. Scott looked terrified, as though he was about to cry. Sean said "Dude! You must have really pissed her off."

Zena took center stage and forcefully shouted "Dispose of the offensive garb!" The pony-tailed girls on the stage picked up the boy's underwear with the metal tongs and proceeded down the stairs on the left side of the auditorium. Two girls with pig-tails in the audience ceremoniously stood up and presented brown shopping bags for everyone to see. The four girls proceeded toward the left side of the room where a pair of cast iron doors protruded from the wall. The contents of the bags were emptied onto the floor into a pile, along with the shredded underwear. Sean and Scott could see it was their clothing... all of it.

The girls opened the cast-iron doors. They recoiled from the heat of the fire that was burning inside the furnace. The tongs were used to pick up each clothing item. The clothes were dropped, individually, into the flames. The fire flared with each item. Sean and Scott watched helplessly as each item of their clothing was incinerated, one piece at a time. Pants, shirts, socks, underwear, and finally, to their total dismay, their expensive basketball sneakers... all gone.

Alice and Zena turned to the boys and said "Do not resist. If you resist, you will be relegated to walking around as you are with no clothes at all." The boys bowed their heads in defeat. They really didn't want to be naked at all, let alone strolling around looking like naked girls.

The smaller girls returned to their seats, and the taller girls returned to the stage and picked up their packages.

Alice and Zena removed the ankle cuffs. The boys still couldn't move much because of the wrist cuffs. They knew that attempting to avoid what was planned for them would be futile in their current position.

Zena's assistant searched the package and handed her a pair of white satin spandex panties. Zena stood in front of Scott and said "One foot at a time, missy." Scott closed his eyes with embarrassment and conceded. He put his left foot through the leg hole of the panties, rebalanced, and then put his right foot in. "Good girl!", said Zena, as she pulled the panties all the way up and around his padded hips and hiney and fitted them into place.

Alice's assistant searched her bag thoughtfully, then pulled out a pair of pink rhumba panties with lace rows across the back and handed them over. Alice went through the same humiliating steps with Sean.

The boy's ankles were recuffed. The assistants picked another item from the bags. The items were sealed, so the girls had to tear the plastic packaging away. They carefully unthreaded the delicate straps of the brand new training bras and handed them over to Alice and Zena. The leaders stretched the base of the bras around each of the boys, reached around them, and fastened them in the back. The shoulder straps were then pulled over, rethreaded, and adjusted to make a perfect fit.

Sean and Scott were now crying with embarrassment. Tears were streaming down their faces. The fact that they were crying in front of a crowd of girls made it insanely worse. Wearing panties and bras, with virtually irremovable shapely hips and behinds, along with faux vaginas that were almost indistinguishable from real ones, they wanted to crawl into a hole. They were breaking and were ready to do almost anything to get out of their situation.
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Sissy_Fairy
I was just reading your story, and I have to say I can't see what happens next. Fantastic work, you're a very good writer
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Sarah Marina
Sissy-Fairy,

Thank you so very much!
Your compliments make me feel warm and squishy inside... such a happy feeling.
I totally love your avatar. It's one of my favorites. I would seriously melt in that gown.  

Anyway, you totally validated one of my goals, which is to keep the reader guessing what will be next. I know where the story ends, but there are many ways to get there. If you have any story elements you'd like to see included, please PM me.

This is only my 2nd full story, so I'm totally delirious that anyone would say that I'm a good writer.

Next chapter should be ready by Monday night, or sooner, if I can manage it.

Sissy Sarah
 
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missie_fifi_frillynickers
Oh Saran Marina

I'm so loving your story. I can't wait for the next chapter (and the one after that and the one after that). This is the best new story I've read in ages :-)

Fank oooo
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 Sissy-Fairy,

Thank you so very much!
Your compliments make me feel warm and squishy inside... such a happy feeling.
I totally love your avatar. It's one of my favorites. I would seriously melt in that gown.  

Anyway, you totally validated one of my goals, which is to keep the reader guessing what will be next. I know where the story ends, but there are many ways to get there. If you have any story elements you'd like to see included, please PM me.

This is only my 2nd full story, so I'm totally delirious that anyone would say that I'm a good writer.

Next chapter should be ready by Monday night, or sooner, if I can manage it.

Sissy Sarah
   




I'm glad to see my comments would help, though as it stands I can't really say what could be included. I tend not to make any suggestions to other writers.

And I'm glad you like my avatar, I'd be just the same in a gown like that. I really want one of my own.
A sissy of satin, but not frills. A sissy of length, and not thrills. A sissy that is a princess, and not a baby.

I am the first of each. Long satin gowns that turn me into the Sissy Princess I wish to be.
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krystalasbaby
WOW you keep me coming back for more, can hardly wait too see exactly what each stage and level is for each of the boys. Great writing
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Sarah Marina
I'm so giggly from all the comments. This story is very far from being over, but it couldn't be this good without all my sissy friends telling me that they like it.
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Chapter 5 - Scott's first class.

The cermony ended. Alice and Zena exited on opposite sides of the stage. Their assistants descended the stairs and disappeared into the crowd. Most of the girls started leaving the auditorium. They streamed out of the room through the doorways on the left, the right, and the back. Within a few minutes, there was no-one left except for the eight girls that had carried them into the room. The guys gleaned a moment to calm themselves a bit.

The transport teams stood, walked up the steps, unchained the boards, took hold of the handles, re-leveled the boys, and carried them toward the doorways that were on each side of the auditorium. But they were not headed toward the same exits.

With all that had happened, neither of the boys had time to read the inscriptions above the doors before this, but it seemed more relevant now. Sean turned his head and watched Scott being carried toward the door that was labeled "Transformation & Metamorphosis". He then looked directly up and saw that he was being carried through a door that was marked "Regression & Regeneration." As they were separated, Sean started feeling alone and isolated. He was worried about Scott. After all, Scott was assigned a judgment of level 7, but Sean was only consigned to stage 2, or possibly 4, whatever that meant...


Scott was trembling.

Scott also read the signs. He was freaked out, and his eyes were still tearing a little. He also noticed for the first time that each of the girls had necklaces with dangling name charms. He quickly glanced at each of them. He saw "Sharon", "Bethany", "Karen", and "Michelle." Scott was carried through the west door and down another flight of stairs. "What the heck?!", he thought. "This isn't a clubhouse. It's a frickin compound."

The girls conveyed Scott along yet another long hallway. There weren't any candles at that level. The hall walls were dimly illuminated with recessed electrical lighting, and they were formed of smooth concrete and painted with a glossy soft pink color. Scott was carried past several doorways, rooms, and adjacent hallways. Many of them were identified with signs or inscriptions carved into the concrete. He passed a small library, a cafeteria, a hall marked "dormatories", a large room that was surrounded with wall sized mirrors, and a glass encased room that was labeled "Lab 3". Through the glass, he saw several girls working in white lab coats.

Scott was carried into a medium sized room with exercise equipment. The transport team set him, and the board he was still secured to, on a slanted support with his feet lower than the rest of him. Three of the girls exited the room and left just one of the tall blond pony-tailed girls to attend him. He looked at her. She was dazzling. In addition to her cute pony tail, she had a few twirly strands of hair that fell over her ears and down her cheeks. Scotts eyes followed the trail down to her shoulders and under her chin. He saw her necklace. It was Bethany.

Scott attempted another laboured shot at humour. "Y'know Beth, we could be doing this at my place instead", he said. Beth leaned toward Scott and placed her hand on his cheek. She held it there until Scott felt the deep warmth of her palm on his face. She gazed at him with her hypnotic green eyes, puckered her lips, and moved her face closer to him. Scott closed his eyes and strained upward to meet her. But it never happened. After a moment, Scott opened his eyes again to see Beth smirking. When she saw his eyes open, she immediately said "Not this time, sunshine." He'd been played.

Diedra walked in, saw the smirk on Beth's face, and asked "Are we having fun yet?" Scott instantly felt a deeper level of defeat.

Diedra then started rambling. "Scott. When you encounter Alice and Zena again, you should thank them. It is only by their grace that we are not allowed to do anything permanent to you until you have taken your oath. In the meantime, we have been granted permission to exercise every and all methods and manners of persuading you to commit yourself to our community. Everyone here has a place and a purpose. You will still have a choice, but not before you are exposed to the pains, pleasures, and treasures of being a polka-dot girl. You are fortunate to have this opportunity."

Scott said "I just wanna go home now. Please?"

Diedra said "Perfect. Perhaps you should walk."

"OK!", replied Scott.

Diedra strolled over to a large wooden bin and lifted the top. She reached into the bin and pulled out a pair of white sandals with 3" heels. The heels were fairly wide. She slipped the sandals onto Scott's feet and fastened the straps. The girls uncuffed his ankles and released the wrist restraints from the board. His wrists still had cuffs on them, but they were no longer secured to anything. The girls helped him stand up in the heels.

Scott said "Oh great, you're gonna let me walk home in heels, panties, and a training bra?"

"Not exactly", said Diedra.

The girls guided Scott onto a nearby treadmill. His wrist cuffs were quickly attached to the reinforced siderails. Diedra moved around to the front of the machine and put her finger near the "Start" button. Scott looked at the control panel and saw that it was set for 240 minutes. Diedra said "You DO realize that walking in heels accentuates your hip movements and strengthens the muscles that produce a nice round feminine behind, right?" Scott's eyes glazed over.

Diedra pushed the start button and said "So walk, sissy."

As the machine wound up, Scott instinctively started walking. It was either that, or fall face forward with his arms wrenched behind him and the belt of the treadmill scraping the skin off his legs.

As Diedra and Bethany left the room, they giggled and said "Have a good workout."

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krystalasbaby
This is soo good you are taking each little bit of transformation i tiny step at a time wanting us to come back for more.
You have succeeded i want more please.
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FAIRYTUTUS
loving the new chapter. why cant my gym have that regiment. they would have my business! you are doing fantastic!
i love roleplaying
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Sarah Marina
Thanks for all the encouraging comments everyone. Don't hold back. I'm feeding off them and enjoying the writing of this as much as I hope you are enjoying the reading.
This chapter continues with Scott, but don't worry. We'll be getting back to Sean soon enough.
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Chapter 6 - Scott gets some answers

Diedra and Bethany returned to the exercise room several hours later. The machine's timer had run down and it was stopped. Scott was partially slumped over the side-rail with his eyes closed. He was exhausted. They unfastened the wrist cuffs and helped Scott off the treadmill and into a cushy chair. He had several blisters on each foot. The girls removed the sandals and replaced them with a pair of ultra soft, fuzzy, pink slippers. Scott was so relieved that he actually thanked them.

"Let's get you something to eat", said Diedra. The girls helped him up. It was a struggle for him to stand. They each held one of his hands, left the room, and walked up the hall toward the cafeteria. Scott was so tired he didn't even realize that as the three of them walked, holding hands, his hips swayed naturally in perfect unison with the two girls.

They all entered the cafe together. There were about a dozen girls sitting around several small tables and eating. Scott was enticed by the aroma of tasty food and perked up a bit. He mumbled "Can I get a cheeseburger?" The two girls looked at each other, laughed out loud, and said "NOT!" They approached a small counter where a girl with very dark brown hair was waiting patiently. Scott looked at her necklace and saw that her name was Lauren.

Lauren smiled and excitedly said "Oooh, the M-7? I've never had the pleasure of serving one. Do you really think you can do it, Diedra?" Diedra smiled and cautiously nodded in the affirmative. "Shall I get her the Day-1 standard, or the special?", asked Lauren.

Diedra said "The special, please."

Lauren said "It'll just be a moment." She went through the door that was behind her and into what looked like a state of the art commercial kitchen.

Scott was jolted a bit from his exhausted state by being referred to as "her" in such a casual manner. Although it was nothing compared to what had happened in the auditorium, he suddenly felt more self-conscious that he was walking around in front of all these girls wearing just a bra, panties, and fuzzy slippers. But he still didn't have the energy to protest.

Lauren returned from the kitchen and handed the meal to Bethany. The girls walked Scott to an empty table and they all sat. Beth handed him a thin plastic spork, a white styrofoam container and a protein drink. The drink label had a picture of a girl wearing the club's signature polka-dot dress. It was marked "M-1".

Scott opened the container and stared at the food for a moment. It was chicken salad with tofu and a dressing he didn't recognize. He groaned a little, but he was starving, so he took his first bite. He was surprised how good it tasted. He realized it was partially because he hadn't eaten since breakfast, but he was also quite aware now that all of these girls were perfectionists with everything they did. He said "Wow, that's not bad."

He hungrily ate most of the meal before he opened the drink. He looked at the label again and hesitated. "You guys made this yourselves?", he asked.

The girls folded their arms and verbally said "A-hem."

Scott looked up and said, "Oh. Sorry. You girls?"

"Yes. Now drink up. You'll need it because you won't be eating again until morning", said Diedra.

Scott looked worried. He said "Is there anyth..." The girls interrupted him mid-sentence with "Don't worry. Nothing permanent."

He wanted to run, but being so exhausted and barely able to stand on his own, he figured he probably wouldn't get very far. The compound was huge. He wouldn't even know which direction to head. He wondered how such a place could exist in secrecy.

Once again, he felt that sinking feeling of defeat. He cautiously took a small sip. It tasted pretty good. The girls waited silently with their arms folded until he finished the rest of the meal and the drink.

"Can I use the restroom now?", he asked.

"Of course, sweetie", said Diedra.

The girls held his hands again as he tried to stand. His legs, back, and hiney felt even worse now that he had been sitting for awhile. They walked slowly back down the hall and turned left toward the dormitories, then stopped in front of two separate restroom doors. Scott looked up at the first one. It was marked "Ladies". He started to take a step toward the other, then stopped when he noticed it was marked "Girls".

"What the....?", he said as he turned to see Beth pointing toward the ladies room. With a bit of frustration, he then said "How am I supposed to use the bathroom wearing this contraption?"

Bethany said "Don't worry, it's anatomically correct" as Diedra poked a finger into his behind. "See?", said Beth. He felt Diedra's finger poke his panties through an opening in the back of the device. He jumped and turned bright red with embarrassment.

"We do suggest you sit down though", said Diedra.

Scott grumbled, but he thought he would at least have a moment of privacy. He opened the door to the ladies room, walked in, and looked around. There was a toilet, a bidet, and a large sink with a vanity, but there was no stall. There were dispensers for maxi-pads, panty liners, and tampons, which to Scott's dismay, were currently being replenished by an attendant. She said "Hello, honey" and continued with her tasks.

Scott waited for a couple moments to see if she would leave. She said "Let me know if you need anything", and continued with cleaning the vanity mirrors.

He thought, "Oh great. This is gonna suck." But he really had to pee badly at this point, so he tried to pretend she wasn't there. He went over to the toilet, pulled his panties down to his knees and sat down. He was still thinking that he didn't know how this was going to work. He relaxed and started to pee. To his surprise, it flowed easily through the contraption and out of his mock vagina and between his legs in a wide spritzy stream.

Scott let out a sigh of relief and relaxed a little more. Just then a short, high pitched toot came from his behind. He quickly clenched his buttocks and blushed with embarrassment again. At least the attendant was kind enough to pretend not to notice. She just continued with her cleaning activities as if nothing special was going on.

As he was finishing, he instinctively reached down to give his member a shake, then quickly realized there was nothing to grab onto. He rolled up a small wad of toilet paper and wiped away the leftover trickles. Looking down now in a sitting position, he noticed how finely detailed and realistic his girly private area was. It even had neatly trimmed pubic hair. He touched the hair with his finger tips. It felt like real hair. "They don't do anything half-baked around here, do they?", he thought.

He moved his fingers down a little further and felt the nub of a fake clitoris. "What a surprise", he sarcastically thought. It felt as real as any he had ever had the pleasure of touching. He curiously pressed on it a little and moved his finger a little to the side. At that moment the device contracted and shifted slightly on the inside. He was so surprised that he let out a high-pitched yelp and almost fell off the toilet.

The attendant stopped what she was doing and asked "Is anything wrong, honey?"

He was trembling from the shock but still said "No, no, everything's fine" as he hurriedly stood, pulled up his panties and left the room as fast as he could manage.

Diedra and Bethany were waiting outside the door with sly smirks on their faces. Scott just looked down at the ground, red-faced and sweating a little. Diedra said "Follow us."

The girls took their positions on each side of Scott, but left him to walk on his own this time. His hips continued to sway in perfect harmony with them. They walked further down the main hall, passed the exercise room, made a right turn along another hallway, and stopped in front of a room with a thick glass wall. There was a curtain on the outside of the wall that was held up by a rail than ran the entire length of the glass. Beth opened the glass door using the one handle that was facing outward. She motioned to Scott, and he walked in first. The girls followed behind him.

Scott looked around the room. The rest of the walls were painted white. He saw a large screen monitor recessed into the northern wall and protected by a solid acrylic pane. There was just one padded, comfy looking chair near the center of the room. It was facing the monitor and was rigidly secured to the floor. He saw a small cot with just a pillow and a set of pink pajamas laid out on it. He could see there was a separate bathroom to the left, but there was no door within the entrance to it.

"What now?", said Scott.

Diedra said "You'll figure it out... eventually", and the girls started moving back toward the door.

"Wait a minute" said Scott. "There are laws against this. Is there any way I'll ever be allowed to leave here?" he desperately asked.

Diedra replied, "At the proper time you will be given a choice to leave, or to take the club oath. But just so you know, most recruits that are on your path choose to stay."

"Did the two of you...?", and he trailed off.

"I was lucky enough to be born this way", said Diedra. "Bethany here, on the other hand, is a T-5."

"And proud of it" piped in Beth.

Scott peered at Bethany intensely. He couldn't tell. She was beautiful and her voice was pleasing, but now he started to feel a little weird that he had been thinking that.

"What about Cindy?" he queried.

"She's a Regress - Stage 1", came the reply.

He opened his mouth to ask another question, but Diedra cut him off and said "No more questions for now. Enjoy your evening. Lights out in 2 hours as long as you have figured out what is expected of you by then. We'll see you in the morning."

As the girls were leaving the room, Beth giggled again and chimed in with "Oh, and dancing is allowed."

The girls left the room and closed the door. Scott heard the whine of a mechanical lock secure the door. He watched them through the glass as they disappeared down the hall and around the corner.

He stood there motionless for a few moments. In total bewilderment, he thought "Thank goodness this day is over."

Just then, he started to hear music being piped into the room. He recognized the song and groaned "Oh, no. Please, no." It was "Girls just want to have fun" by Cyndi Lauper.

[Note to reader: If you would like to join Scott, put on your best panties and listen to the full playlist while you read the rest of the chapter.
http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLE7833EA5C7675C4F&feature=mh_lolz]

Scott bowed his head, closed his eyes, and cried a little. He felt completely subdued. He tried to compose himself and remembered that he hadn't washed his hands before leaving the ladies room. The music continued in the background as he went into the adjoining bathroom and used the toilet. For the first time, he actually felt like he had some privacy and was overwhelmingly relieved to empty his bowels. He wiped his girly hiney with another wad of toilet paper. As he wiped, he could feel that the edges of the rear opening were smoothly and securely adhered to his buttocks. Except for a slight difference in skin sensitivity, he could barely distinguish where the skin of his bottom stopped and where the device began.

He washed his hands again. The music went to the next song with Madonna's "What it feels like for a girl".

He tried picking at the seams of the latex pants. He started at the waist, but the adhesive created a nearly seamless connection with his skin. Then he tried working at the bottom sides and managed to work a finger inside. He pulled as hard as he could. It stretched slightly, but then became impossibly rigid. He realized the latex was internally reinforced and there was no way to shed the contraption by hand without some sharp tools and solvent to remove the adhesive.

He left the bathroom and sat in the comfy chair. The video monitor came alive. While trying to block out the music, he saw that he was now watching an instruction video for dress-making. He had no remote for the TV screen, and the controls were not accessible because of the thick acrylic pane in front of the monitor. The next song to play was Christina Aguilera's "What a girl wants".

Scott closed his eyes, tried to block out the music, and started nodding off. Just then, a loud buzzer startled him. His eyes got wide and he looked around. He couldn't tell where it came from, but while he was scanning the room, he noticed a small video camera in one of the upper corners of the room. "Damn it!" he said, "they're still watching me." This went on for quite awhile as a dozen or more girly songs were played over and over. Every time his eyes closed for more than a few moments, the buzzer would go off.

He started to feel cold. The temperature in the room was falling. He was totally exhausted. He just wanted to sleep. Scott thought for a moment and remembered what Diedra had said. The lights would go out when he figured out what was expected of him. He looked around the room. His gaze stopped at the cot and he exclaimed "The pajamas! That's what they want!"

Scott stood up, walked over to the cot, and picked up the pink pajamas. They were ultra soft. There was a full length pair of pajama bottoms and a separate matching pajama top. He unfolded them and cringed at how feminine they looked. He looked straight up and shouted in complete frustration, "OK! I know you can hear me! You win again! alright?"

The room lights blinked off and on twice in a display of confirmation. Scott proceeded to put one leg into the pajama bottoms. They felt warm, soft, and comfortable. He put his other leg in and pulled them up around his waist. He sighed and slipped the pajama top over his head, slipped his arms into the sleeves, and adjusted the hem around his waist.

"Are you satisfied now?" he quipped. The lights blinked once, then dimmed. The video stopped, and the music ceased.

Scott climbed onto the cot, laid down, and put his head on the pillow. The pajamas were ultra-comfy. He closed his eyes and started to fall asleep. The dim lights faded to black, and the curtains on the other side of the glass wall slowly closed. He fell into a deep slumber, but not before he unconsciously hummed several bars of "Girls just want to have fun".


Earlier that day, Sean had been subjected to much harsher treatments...
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Sissy_Fairy
Fantastic story so far, I can't wait to see what Sean was subjected to
A sissy of satin, but not frills. A sissy of length, and not thrills. A sissy that is a princess, and not a baby.

I am the first of each. Long satin gowns that turn me into the Sissy Princess I wish to be.
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krystalasbaby
Oh wonderful, Can not wait too see what is happening with the other boy "gurl" giggles, keep up the wonderful writing
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Sarah Marina
Sorry this section is somewhat short. It's not really a complete chapter, but it was at a good breaking point. Chap-7, Part-2 has an outline, but not ready. Wish I had 24/7 to work on it. If this club really existed, I'd be knocking at the door and begging them to take me.
 
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Chapter 7 - Sean's first day


Sean was carted through the east door of the auditorium, down a flight of stairs, and along a dimly lit, concrete hallway. He too, passed several doorways, rooms, and connected hallways. He saw rooms identified as imagination, re-education, and nursing, as well as a large room with wall sized mirrors, and a glass encased room that was labeled "Lab 4".

Down the hall, they passed three different girls pushing strollers. One was really small, but had mature looking facial features. She wore a very puffy petticoat under her dress. She wobbled as she walked while pushing a tiny stroller with a doll in it. One was about Cindy's size and the other was taller. They pushed somewhat larger strollers, but he couldn't see who or what was in them.

He was taken to a fairly large room that looked like a playroom decorated for a toddler.

The girls set him down on a horizontal support next to a table with a white vinyl covering. They unattached his left arm and leg from the board to which he was constrained, rolled him sideways onto the table, and refastened his extremities. They disconnected his right arm and leg and reconnected the restraints to the table-side anchors. Then they left the room with the board on which he had been transported.

Sean was now laying face down on a white vinyl covered table with his arms and legs secured. He tugged at the restraints to no avail. He looked around the room. The colors were stimulating. An alphabet train of letters and pictures were pasted around the corners from one wall to the other. There were numbers weaved into the brightly patterned carpet. Dolls and stuffed animals sat around the edges of the room. Sean saw a few toys he remembered playing with as a child, but most of them were girly toys. Some of them he recognized from playing with his twin sister when they were little. There was also a very large, curved screen TV and some riding toys of various sizes such as a big-wheel, a tricycle, and even a see-saw.

Cindy entered the room carrying a duffel bag followed by two taller girls with black hair and long pony-tails. She gave Sean a solid smack that stung the back of his upper leg, and she quickly gave him the standard spiel about Alice and Zena. Then she slowed down and finished up by saying "I don't know why they are so picky with rules."

Sean was hardly listening, but got most of it. He looked at the dark haired girls. Both were beautiful. One had a necklace that read Jessica, and the other was Kristen. Kristen opened the duffel bag, pulled out two instruments that looked like toy pistols and handed one to Jessica.

Cindy placed a small 3 step ladder near the table, climbed up, sat on Sean's back, and said "Let's play." She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his head, firmly grasping his chin and locking her forearms against the sides of his face.

Jess and Kristen moved to opposite sides of the table, leaned down and positioned the devices near his ears, but he couldn't see what they were doing.

Cindy teased Sean with "You know how to count, right? One.... Two.... 3!" Jess and Kris pulled the triggers on 3 and Sean shrieked "Owwww" as he immediately felt a sharp stinging in both of his ears. "What was that for?"

"You'll see" she said, as she released his head and sat up. Jess handed Cindy a medium length blond wig. Cindy stretched it over Seans head and adjusted it. Kristen handed her two pink bows, and Cindy used them to arrange Sean's new hair into two dainty pigtails.

As Cindy climbed back off the table, Kristen walked around in front of Sean and held up a mirror. Sean looked into the mirror. The wig had long bangs that covered his eye brows almost completely, and the long ends of the bows dangled and swayed as he turned his head. But, what really freaked him out was the pair of tiny pink butterfly pierced starter earrings that he was wearing.

"Heyyy!" he shouted. "I thought you weren't supposed to do anything permanent to me."

Cindy said "Oh, don't be such a big baby. It's minor. Anyway, if Alice has an issue with it, we can remove them and the holes will close up."

Sean released a whiney groan.

Jessica and Cindy each reached under the table just in front of Sean's wrist cuffs and flipped what looked like horizontal vices up and over the sides and on top of the table by Sean's hands. Then they locked them in position. When they loosened the wide screws on top, Sean could see the insides were padded and molded into a hand shape. They held them open and stared at Sean.

After a moment, he figured out what they wanted and said in a whiney tone "Awww, come on. Haven't you done enough already?"

"Just getting warmed up, missy. Now put 'em in, or we'll double pierce your ears."

Sean grudgingly slid his hands into the molds. Jess and Cindy adjusted his hands a little and cranked down on the screws. It was tight, but not painful. His hands were completely immobilized with only half of the last digit of each finger sticking out. Cindy took a bottle of nail polish out of the bag, shook it, and proceeded to paint Sean's nails with a vibrant shade of pink. He whined the whole time. Then the girls all sat down on separate chairs.

"Now what?" asked Sean.

"We wait for them to dry, silly girl", replied Cindy.

Since he obviously wasn't going anywhere, Sean took the opportunity to ask a few questions. "Why do you stay here like this, Ti...", he caught himself "er, um ..Cindy? You've been outside alone. You could leave."

"Various reasons" replied Cindy. "Things you might understand would include all of the cool things to do and the opportunities for learning here that don't exist anywhere else. Everything here is beyond state of the art. Everything a girl could want is here, without the hassle of boyfriends or husbands. Heck, we provide two thirds of NASA and the CIA's technology, and we don't even sell them everything because it would be too dangerous in their hands. But you couldn't possibly understand the rest until you have received the Peace of the Alpha and the Illumination of the Omega. After that, you will make your choice."

"Will that be today?" he fervently asked.

All three of the girls busted into a long bout of laughter. Cindy settled and said "Oh my. If it only took one day for that, there probably wouldn't be any men left on the planet at all."

Sean said "But I'm gonna lose my job if I don't get out of here. I've got bills to pay and things to do."

"Oh, Shawny. You're just not going to get it right now. Save your strength. You're going to need it", replied Cindy.

He had more questions, but the girls all stood back up while Cindy reached into her duffel bag and took out a sleveless yellow sundress. She bunched it up and put it over Sean's head. Kristen unclamped the molded vice on his right hand, then released his wrist from the cuff. She helped Cindy guide his hand and arm through one strap of the dress, then refastened the cuff. Jessica did the same on the left side. Cindy extracted a syringe and needle from the bag. Sean saw it and exclaimed "Cindy, please no!"

"You are such a whiner" she said, as she plunged the needle into his upper thigh and emptied the contents of the syringe into his behind.


 
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krystalasbaby
Wonderful start to chapter 7. Can not wait till we get to see what was in the syringe.
Keep up the good writing lovely story
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Sissy_Fairy
Short and sweet chapter ^^ I can't wait to see what happens next.
A sissy of satin, but not frills. A sissy of length, and not thrills. A sissy that is a princess, and not a baby.

I am the first of each. Long satin gowns that turn me into the Sissy Princess I wish to be.
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Sarah Marina
Still not through Sean's first day, but this part should be entertaining (giggles).
Ready to pick sides yet? If you had a choice, would you prefer to be in Scott's position or Sean's?
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Chapter 7b - A ride in the park


Cindy released Sean's wrist and ankle restraints one at a time and ordered him to sit up.

Sean had been constrained to boards and tables for quite awhile and was stiff. He moved slowly as he sat up and said, "Owww, that needle hurt. What was that for? You're breaking more rules, aren't you?"

"Not per se" said Cindy as she pointed to a large red tricycle that faced the curved screen monitor. "Get on", she said.

Sean stretched his arms and legs a little to alleviate the stiffness. He exaggerated his movements in order to borrow some extra time to look around and see if there was an opportunity to end this experience quickly. He was pretty sure he could push Cindy out of the way and make a run for it.

Sean slid off the table and stood up. The yellow sundress fell into place around his waist, hips, and then around his knees. He took a step toward the door. He wanted to make an escape, but he looked up to see Jessica and Kristen standing near the door, smiling... each holding tasers. He paused. The girls activated the devices for a split second to show that they weren't kidding.

Sean cowered, walked toward the oversized tricycle, and sat down. Cindy guided his hands into the custom restraints on the handlebars and locked them in place. Then she strapped his bare feet into the pedal restraints. The oversized flat metal pedals were cold to the bottom of his bare feet.

Sean examined the tryke. It was definitely oversized, even for him. It was mounted, stationary, and facing the large screen. There was an adorable weaved basket attached to the front. The vibrant purple color was laced with silver swirls. There were matching streamers hanging from the handlebars. Two old fashioned lever activated bells were attached to the handlebars. His thumbs protruded from the restraints in alignment with the bell levers, with his pink painted thumbnails facing him.

Cindy pulled what looked like fuzzy yellow earmuffs from her bag, adjusted the plastic band, and placed them on his head and over his ears. Sean heard some music and realized they were actually wireless headphones.

She turned on the widescreen TV and punched some codes into a nearby console. A blurred fuzzy cartoonish picture of a forest with a bike path was displayed. Sean blurted out "Ha! Technology? You need a repairman. That picture is awful."

Cindy smiled and said nothing as she stood in front of him, straddling the front wheel. She placed a large pair of pink rimmed glasses on him. Then she moved to the side and pushed another button on the console.

As the animation began, Sean was immersed into an incredible super high definition 3D virtual reality. He heard the realistic directional sound of rustling leaves as the bustle of artificial woodland creatures came alive. He could hear the sound of a light breeze passing by him and saw tree leaves realistically waver in the breeze. He heard various types of birds chirping and singing from a dozen directions. In all, he was actually quite amazed. "If only they had this for Call of Duty..." he thought.

The introduction started, and the title "The path to Barbie's Princess Castle" was displayed in startling digital effects. Sean was engulfed in the sounds and sights of two beautiful animated girls chatting in squeaky girlish voices...

    "Oh no, Chrissy. If we don't get to the castle on time, all the animals will lose their homes."
    "We won't let that happen, Daisy. It will be ok. Sheila will save the day."

Time, distance, and speed were displayed across the bottom of the screen and the timer started its countdown from 30 minutes... 29 58...29:57.

Sean thought "What a waste! All of this cool stuff squandered on a childs game." Compensating for the sound of the music in the headphones, he said to the girls out loud "I suppose you are trying to impress me, but give me a break. It looks cool, but I'm not playing this dumb game."

The timer continued.. 29 32...29 30, Sean felt a sharp electrical zap travel from his right foot to his right hand. He shrieked and uncontrollably pushed on the right pedal. The trike wheel spun and the 3D picture adjusted to give the perception that he had moved forward. He paused, then pushed on the left pedal just to see how cool the animation was. "Definitely cool" he thought. "But I'm still not playing", he said out loud.

Another electrical zap travelled along his right side. He screeched from the shock and pressed on the pedal.

"OK! OK!, I get it" he said, as he begrudgingly started pedalling the tricycle along the virtual path. The realism was astonishing. He went by trees, rock formations, and gurgling streams. Leaves rustled from the breeze of his passing. The detail was amazing.

After about a minute, he came upon a bushy tailed squirrel in the bike path, and although he kept pedalling, the forward motion stopped. "Get out of the way" he instinctively said, but the squirrel didn't move. He turned the handlebars, but it didn't help. Finally, almost out of frustration, he pushed on one of the bell levers with his thumb. As the bell went "ching, ching", the squirrel moved off the path and he started moving along the path again. Out loud, he said "A-ha. I get it."

A few seconds later he passed a lady on the side of the path. She was wearing a pretty dress, a hat, and was clapping. As Sean passed by, he heard her say "Look at her go."

Sean slowed down and stopped. "Ugh, this is so demeaning", he thought. "Why am I doing this?"

After about 3 seconds of sitting still, a fierce electrical shock raced along his left side. He cringed, and a tear drained from his eye. "Oh, yeah. That's why", he thought, as he started to feel totally overtaken and helpless.

Sean started pedalling the tricycle again. He closed his eyes and tried to pretend he was just exercising. The path turned a little to the right. He didn't see the change and went off the path. As the game repositioned him back onto the path, a razzing electrical jolt went through both of his hands and feet. He screamed in terror.

Even though he was wearing earmuffs, he heard Cindy say "What a baby. That was nothing. Imagine if she doesn't make it to the castle in time."

Sean's eyes got wide. He looked at the timer. It was down to 25 minutes. He started pedalling as fast as he could. The path started winding. He turned the handlebars left and right to stay on the path. Small furry animals got in the way. Each time they did, it cost him some time to ring the bell and get them to move. After a few minutes he started to anticipate them and rang a bell just before he got to them. "This is easy" he thought.

Ahead he saw an evil witch in his path. She cackled and said "You will never make it to the castle in time."

Sean clenched his teeth, pushed harder, aimed the handlebars, and instinctively pushed both of the bell levers at the same time. A rainbow colored beam melted the witch. "I'm getting good at this" he thought. He started to get excited.

He passed more girls standing along the path. He felt small because of their exaggerated size. He heard one say "Oh, how adorable", then passed another that said "Isn't she cute?" His competitive gaming attitude kicked in. He wasn't going to be defeated. "I can beat this game" he thought. He excitedly pedalled forward, looking for the next challenge, clearing obstacles, racing around corners, scaring furry animals, and rainbow-zapping evil witches.
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So there he was... wearing a cute yellow sundress... twirling his pigtails and ribbons in his hair side to side... intensely pedalling, turning the wheel, and chinging the bells of the tricycle he was riding. He didn't notice that Cindy had turned on a video camera and was recording the whole episode from the side.

The timer was running down. Sean had been pedaling furiously for almost a half hour. He could see the fairy princess castle. He had to get there, but his legs were tired and worn out. He pushed... "Almost there", he thought. 4..3..2.. "just a little more" .1..0...
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