The Vacation by Cross-dressing Tales

Yeah, I think you should go; mom said.

Are you sure mom? Because she doesn’t really like me anyway; I raised my concern.

It’s not like that, she doesn’t like boys much, not just you; mom replied.

I don’t know, she always scolded me for everything, even little things, I won’t be able to live with her that long; I stated.

What else you have to do? You are a loner anyway, and two months is a long time. Just go, and help her, who knows, maybe, this time, she may go easy on you, after all, she is your only aunt; mom spoke.

I’ll think about it mom, we can talk in the morning; I stood up, and walked towards my room.

My summer vacation was just started. It was just me and my mom, living out of the town, in our ancestral home. Aunt, mom’s younger sister, who lives in the outskirts of the nearby town, was the only relative we had. She used to visit us on the holidays, and mom occasionally took me to her place as well. Aunt was beautiful in every way, I mean, the way she dresses, walks, talks, everything was suited for a perfect lady. She was always there for us, and mom loved her back as a daughter. Aunt always insisted that, me & mom should stay with her, but mom never felt the same. As for me, I never liked her anyway. According to her, everything I do, is always wrong. Whenever I tried to make her happy, I got taunts and insults back. She used to bring me gifts, and most of the time it was just books. Started with colouring books, and changed to fantasy stories when I grow, which I never really liked.

One incident really made me hate her, was happened long ago. When I was little, one of my friends got a toy car, which I really liked. Thus, I asked mom to buy me one. She took me to all the nearby stores, but unlucky me, we couldn’t find it anywhere. I was heartbroken. Maybe it’s only available in the town, you should ask your aunt? Mom consoled me. I really wanted it, thus, next time when I saw her, asked for the same with my trembling lips. I was not sure about it, but got surprised when aunt promised me. Thus, I pedalled fast to my friend’s home and persuaded him to give the shop’s location. He was reluctant at first, but finally gave up, when I offered him my little savings. I came back and neatly wrote everything on a piece of paper and gave it to aunt.

I’m wasting my money on this, but it’s the first time you asked for anything, so I will; by placing my note into her purse, she said.

I became happy. Thanks aunt; I replied. But little me doesn’t know that, my happiness won’t stay long.

In all the week, I thought of playing with it. And waited long for her, to come back in the next week. Thus, when she gave me the package, I became happy, and quickly opened it. The moment I saw what’s inside, I was heartbroken, again, and tears rolled down my eyes. Instead of my long wanted toy car, there was this beautiful Barbie doll, smiled back at me.

Don’t you like it? Aunt asked me. It even blinks the eyes, and much more costly; she said.

Mom asked her for the reason behind it, for which she simply said that; ‘it suited me more’.

She didn’t stop there and asked me to open it. It comes with several spare dresses, skirts & tops, you can play dress up; she said, and showed me how to change them.

I looked at mom with the tear filled eyes. It’s just a gift, don’t worry; she said.

When aunt went back, I cried aloud. A week full of my hopes were vanished in a single moment. In fact, she crushed it deliberately. Mom came closer, and soothed me. Don’t be sad, you know her, she is always like that, gifts can be anything; she said. That was the last time I asked her for anything. From that day onwards, I hated her more, like never before. I kept that doll in my cupboard, and never let it out again.

There, I said it, I don’t like her, but recently, she invited us to stay with her for the summer vacation. Mom was busy with her work, and there was no way she could’ve taken a leave. But instead of cancelling her invitation, she asked me to go there, alone. I was dead against it, but always liked my mom, and never said no to her, thus when she asked about it in the morning, I simply half-heartedly accepted.

I’ll go mom, but I don’t think she will like it; I replied.

Don’t worry about that, I already told her the same and I will join you guys in the weekends; she said.

You did? What did she tell you? I asked her.

Oh she’s fine, you are going today itself, she will be waiting for you; mom replied.

I became surprised by mom’s reply. Because I never thought, that she will agree to it. Anyway, after the lunch, I packed my things with the help of mom and started my almost four hour journey. Be a good boy, obey her, do as she says; right before getting into the bus, mom stated. And when I reached the stop, like mom said, aunt was present in the bus station.

Hi, aunt; I greeted her with a smile. But she wasn’t satisfied with it.

That’s not the way to greet someone, don’t worry, we have plenty of time, I will teach you; while walking towards the car, she said.

I didn’t understand what she meant, but simply smiled at her. Aunt didn’t smile back, and drove us to her home. Even though we called it a town, it was pretty much silent. Everyone kept to themselves, and other than the usual wishing, they didn’t much care to talk. Aunt stopped the car in the porch, and gestured me to get out. Her house was a big one, right in the middle of a pretty big estate, with lots of trees and greenery. I stepped out of the car and looked at her house. It’s pretty much same, no change was done in the recent years; I thought.

Don’t just stand there, you know where room is, grab your things, I did refurnish it a bit, hope you will like it; she said.

Sorry, aunt; I took my bag and went towards my room.

The room, the so called my room was the one I usually stayed, when we were visiting. It was upstairs, and comparatively smaller than the others. When I reached in front of the room, the door was locked, but the key was there itself. Thus, I quickly twisted it, and turned the knob. And the moment I opened the door, I became shocked. It was the most girlish room I’ve ever seen. Several shades of pink in the walls, pink cupboards, pink table with a pink vanity mirror, pink chair, pink bed sheet and pillows with frills along the edges, pink curtains, pink robes, pink towel, pink mats, everything in pink.

Do you like it? Aunt was right behind me.

I startled and the bag fell out of my hands. Aunt, it looks like a _______________.

Girl’s room? She completed the words for me. Pink is my favourite colour, thus, during the refurnishing, I never thought about a different one. When the walls changed, the rest of the items seemed odd, so one by one, I replaced them with the matching ones; she stated.

But, aunt, how can I sleep here? I looked at her with my pleading eyes.

This is my house, my room, my walls, and I’ll keep it the way I like, you are just visiting. So, either you can shut the mouth and stay here or keep complaining and stay outside; she shouted.

‘Do everything she says’; mom’s words flashed through my mind. It’s okay aunt, I will stay here; I replied.

Don’t worry, you will like it, now let’s unpack your bags; she said. With the help of her, I placed my clothes neatly into the pink cupboard. Get freshen up, I will call you when the dinner is ready; she said and went towards to the kitchen.

I sat slowly over the pink bed sheet and swiped my hands over it. It was the smoothest sheet I ever saw. Slowly, I undressed into my briefs, took one of the pink towels and went to the bathroom. To my surprise, even the soap was pink. I did felt her behaviour kind of odd, but didn’t plan to ask her. After the bath, I came back and changed into one of my pants and shirts.

Hey, dinner is ready; after sometime, I heard aunt calling me. When I went downstairs, she was already readied everything over the table, thus, I sat on my usual place and ate it. We talked for sometime. But, it was more like a questionnaire, she asked something and I replied with my limited options. The time went away and when I felt sleepy, she asked me to go to bed. I gave her a goodnight and quickly went to my newly furnished pink room.

A week passed and I got used to my new pinkish feminine room. Daily morning, aunt went to her office and I spend my time alone. Other than some usual taunts, aunt was surprisingly fine, which was little unusual though. During the weekend, as promised, mom visited. I secretly complained her about my new room, and how feminine it is, but she asked me to let it go. It’s her house, what can we do? She said.

Is it okay? Any problem with the stay? Is she treating you well? Mom did ask me.

Better than before; I replied.

Why? Why did you ask that? I looked at her.

Nothing, just asking; mom replied. She did visit my room, and very much liked it. Which, made me became surprised. Of course she will, after all she is a girl; I thought.

I won’t be able to come for the next weekends; we were having dinner, when mom said that.

Why? Aunt asked her.

You know, the usual reasons, workloads and all. It’s an on-site assignment, I need to personally go and stay there, travelling back and forth will be difficult; mom said by looking at me. I became little disappointed, because usually, we went together, but this time, I will be stuck here. Don’t worry, I will be back here as early as possible; seeing my face, mom said.

In morning, when I woke up, mom was already gone, and aunt was getting ready for the office. I waited for her in the living room, doing nothing. Come here; after a while, she called me. When I did, she came closer, and took my measurements with a tape. Breakfast is on the table, I’m going; she said, and went away.

Things went smooth for the next two days. When aunt left for the office, I roamed here and there. On the third day, aunt came back from the office and gave me a carry bag. It’s for you; she said. I looked inside and pulled them out. They were briefs, or at least look like them. I usually brought mine with dark colours, but these were like a rainbow in a box. There were purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, red, pink, white, black and some other shades. And unlike my usual ones, they were smooth and silky.

But aunt, I have lots; I told her with a surprised face. Because I was too innocent, and couldn’t recognize the fact that, they were nothing other than panties, the girls undies.

The ones you have, are horrendous and old fashioned, these are pretty and new, that’s why I brought a dozen, try one of them; she replied. I went back to my room, then removed my things, and changed into the black one.

Are you with everything on? Aunt was right outside my door.

Yes, aunt; I replied. And she came in quickly.

How does it feel? She asked me.

Odd; I replied.

Don’t worry, you will get used to them; she replied, and took all my briefs from the cupboard. Where is the one you just wore? She looked at me. I pointed to the bed, and she grabbed that as well. You won’t need these anymore, so I’m going to throw them in the bin; she said, while walking outside.

I saw my old fashioned horrendous briefs, were mercilessly thrown to the bin. When came back, she herself placed my new ones to the cupboard. I did felt odd wearing my new fashioned briefs, but it’s smoothness did good and I really liked them after sometime. The rest of the day went fine as such. Other than the eating times, we kept us to ourselves.

One more day passed. After my bath, I came out and took my new purple briefs and wore it. When I searched for my undershirts, I couldn’t find them anywhere. Thus, after wearing one of my shorts, I went downstairs and asked aunt about them.

Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you, your old ones doesn’t match with your new briefs, so I took them away, the new ones are placed in the drawer below, wear the matching one; she stated.

The matching one? I didn’t understand, and felt puzzled.

I mean the one matches with your panties, sorry briefs; she replied.

I went back and looked at the drawer aunt mentioned. Just like my new briefs, aunt brought a dozen of them with the same shade of colours. I found the purple one and took it out. Just like my new briefs, the fabric was so soft & smooth. And unlike my old ones, which had broad shoulder straps, these cames with very thin ones.

Did you find it? It’s been a while since you left; aunt came to the room, searching for me. I was still holding it in front of me, trying to figure out the fashion world it came from.

What’s wrong? I know what you are thinking, trust me they are not girls ones, these are the new types, do you know anything about fashion? She asked me.

No, I don’t; I replied, but still wasn’t convinced. Thus, aunt went downstairs and came back with a fashion magazine and showed me some pictures.

Look here, she started; the girls ones are called camisoles and they usually come with lace on its top part, or sometimes, do comes with frills; she said.

Can you show me some pictures were boys wearing these? I looked at her.

No dear, this one doesn’t have it, because it’s a ladies fashion book, and they won’t showcase men’s, happy? She asked me.

Yes, aunt; I replied.

Then what’s stopping you? Wear it? It will feel better, let me help you; saying that, she herself took the new fashioned undershirts from my hands.

Actually, you know, this is not the exact fashion, while getting me into it, aunt started; usually, this one is coupled with another shorter one inside, like a pair, no need to worry, I’ll buy them when I came back; she said.

When she slid it over my head, the soft & silky smooth fabric gave me goosebumps. It’s called spaghetti straps; aunt quickly rearranged the straps. She asked me do the rest myself, and I wore the t-shirt over it. She was right, things did felt different, the fabric constantly caressed on my skin, which made it feel nice. Does it feel better? Aunt asked me. I think so; I replied. Aunt’s face turned bright, she asked me to follow her. We ate breakfast and later, she went to her office. I spend the rest of my day by eating, watching TV and playing computer games. When aunt came back from office, I was already get used to the new undershirts. She went straight to her room, freshened up and came back with a shopping bag in her hand.

Here are the shorter ones I said before, remove your t-shirt; she handed the bag to me.

Aunt, why should I wear two? I never did it before? I was really confused.

That’s the latest trend, you guys may never heard of it, because it’s just started; she replied and quickly grabbed the bag back. What was that colour? Oh, I got it, purple isn’t? She began searching in it. I slowly removed my t-shirt, and looked at her.

Found it, ta-da; she took it and placed it in front of her, to get me a proper look. The instant I saw it, I know, that I was in trouble. The difference between the so called extreme fashion and exclusive girls clothes was known to me, or at least this one I know.

Aunt, I know, it’s a bra, why do you want me to wear a bra? I’m not a girl; I shouted.

No, it’s not a bra, who told you that? It’s just cropped undershirts; aunt tried to explain.

Aunt stop it, I know, I’ve seen them, it’s a bra; I yelled at her.

She tried to explain me in every possible way, saying that, it’s just a cropped undershirt. But, she couldn’t fool me anymore, those straps, those little cups, those laced edges, everything screamed bra.

I know aunt, you cannot fool me, I won’t wear it, I won’t wear that stupid bra; I yelled at her again. Aunt looked at me for some time. She didn’t utter a single word, and the so called cropped undershirt was still hanging in her hands. The silence was dancing around us, and we just kept looking at each other’s eyes.

So you know; at last, aunt sighed. Her words gave me a shock, because I still had a small belief that, the bra looking thing, is a cropped undershirt. And I never thought of aunt making me wear girly clothes.

But that doesn’t change anything, no one said boys can’t wear bra, now wear this; she came forward and tried to remove my new silky undershirt.

Aunt, stop it; I pushed her away.

She wasn’t happy, and her face turned red, but she quickly wore a smile. ‘Oh silly, you are wearing underwears for the past days, then what’s with a bra?’ She said.

I became mortified. Aunt, what’s meant by that? I asked her.

The so called new fashion, there is no such thing, they are nothing other than panties and camisoles; she replied with a cunning smile.

I began shivering, and sweating all over. My deepest fear came alive, aunt turned the one she was supposed to be. I didn’t know what to do, and tried to remove my purple undershirt. Aunt quickly grabbed my hand, and pulled it down.

Stop it; she said, but I didn’t. Stop it, you will tear the fabric; she said again.

I don’t care about the fabric; I replied and tried to remove it again.

Slap! Aunt’s hand landed on my left cheek. Everything felt same for a moment, then the slowly, the cheek began burning and pain followed. Tears came out from my eyes, and I cried.

How many times I told you to stop it? Who do you think you are? That cami is worth three times than your stupid boy clothes and I did spend a lot of money on all these. You are living with me, in my house, and you will do what I say, now carefully remove it; she was shouting. Like she said, I slowly removed my new purple undershirt. Aunt was waiting for me to wear the bra, but within a jiffy, I throw the cami to her face and ran fast to my pink room. She followed me, but I locked myself inside.

Open it; aunt banged on the door.

Aunt, please go away, I don’t want to wear a bra, I’m not a girl, please; I cried.

Ha, that’s not going to happen, open the damn door; she banged more.

No aunt, I won’t open it unless you stop doing that; I replied with my crying voice.

Fine, if you want stay inside, stay, let me make sure of that; I heard her walking away. Shortly after, she came back, and I heard some metal clinging outside. I understood. She was locking the door. I was in trouble, because there was no way out. I found my fate was kind of sealed in this pretty feminine room. After her footsteps went away, I removed my new brief, which started to bugging me and wore the shorts without anything inside.

When it was time for dinner, aunt knocked on my door. Are you hungry? She asked. Yes aunt; I replied. Come out and wear your bra, then you can have dinner; she said. No way, I won’t wear it; I shouted. Then so be it; she walked way. The thought of wearing a bra wasn’t easy to digest, so I stayed inside my room.

In the morning, hunger woke me up. I got freshened up, and wore one of my t-shirts and shorts, of course without the new fashion clothes. Not again; I said by looking at them. After a while, I heard aunt’s footsteps.

You hungry? She knocked on the door.

Yes aunt; I replied.

Are you ready to wear the bra then? She asked.

No; I shouted.

Oh, that’s okay, stay there, I’m going; she said, and walked away.

Her footsteps faded, and shortly after, I heard her car starting. Oh my, she’s going out; I quickly went towards the window. Aunt, please don’t go; I cried. But she just drove away. I looked at the car with my tear filled eyes, until it faded in the view. The day turned to be longer. And the hunger and thirst were killing me. At last, I went to the washroom and opened the pipe. I remembered about mom’s words on, how dirty the pipe water can be, but staying alive was more important, so finally, I drank it. And when time passed, I drank more. I slept, sat, cried, until her car’s sound heard in the porch. An hour later, she knocked on my door.

Hungry? She asked me.

Yes; I replied.

What about the bra? She asked again.

No bra, please aunt; I begged her.

Okay, do as you like; she said and walked away.

I banged on the door hoping that, she would come back, but she didn’t. And just like the day, the night was long as well. I couldn’t sleep at all, and continuously rolled back and forth over the pink bed & sheets. When the sunlight reached through the window, I quickly went to the bathroom and did the morning things. Then without the new undergarments, I changed into one of my t-shirts and shorts, and waited for aunt’s footsteps. Time passed and after a long wait, she knocked on my door.

Are you hungry? She asked the same.

Yes aunt, please open the door; I replied with my tired voice.

So the bra, will you wear it? She wasn’t planning to back off. But I didn’t reply.

Will you wear it or not? Answer me; she shouted with a loud bang on the door.

Yes; finally, I said it after a long pause.

I heard her unlocking the door from outside. Now come out and wear it; she said. I slowly opened the door, and peeked outside. Aunt was standing right in front of it. That was the time which I longed for. With all the strength got, I quickly ran downstairs, pushing aunt to the side. I was in heaven, but it turned to the hell when I reached on the front door. Because to my surprise, it was locked. Aunt wasn’t following me, she stood upstairs silently. I began to run towards the back door, and that’s when she spoke.

Don’t bother to do that, you really think I will let it open? Still, you can check it, if you want; aunt smiled.

I was trapped, my legs froze, and I looked at her helplessly. Aunt gave me a gesture to come upstairs. With my heavy legs, I walked slowly towards her. Slap! I was just close enough, when her hand landed over my left cheek.

Will you wear the bra? She was on fire.

No aunt, I don’t want to wear it, please don’t make me, please; I cried, by keeping my hand over the burning cheek.

Then stay here; aunt pushed me to my pink room.

She locked the room from outside and went away. I heard her car engine starts and slowly the sound faded. I was tired already, thus, I spend most of the time by sleeping. I drank some water, but it didn’t much help. I waited long for aunt to come back, because my mind, was already accepted to wear the bra. In the evening I heard her car, and after some time I heard the TV, but she didn’t come for me. I even called her, but she didn’t listen or care. I waited for some more time and the last thing I remember was a complete blackness, engulfing me. I came to my senses slowly, with a continuous bang on the door. I was blacked out and It was already morning.

Are you hungry? I heard aunt’s usual question.

Yes aunt; I replied with all the strength I got.

Will you wear the bra? She asked the same.

Yes; I mumbled.

Are you sure? She asked again.

Yes aunt, I will wear the bra, please open the door; my words lost.

I heard her unlocking the door, but this time, I was so tired that, couldn’t run at all. Not only that, but also all the doors were locked. Seeing me not coming out, she slowly pushed the door inside. I was still lying on the bed, trying to find some strength. Aunt came closer and pulled me up. Get up, go freshen up and come down; she pushed me towards the bathroom. I was in no position to argue. Thus, I did my things and went downstairs wearing one of my t-shirts and shorts. When I reached there, aunt was waiting for me.

Are you hungry? She asked me, and I nodded my head.

Then wear the matching bra; she handed me the carry bag. I became confused, and looked at her.

The one matches your undies, remove your t-shirt; she explained. I became scared, and stood froze. Because I wasn’t wearing anything, I meant the undies, there was nothing inside. Seeing my reluctance, aunt came forward and herself tried to remove it. She only pulled up my t-shirt a bit and found out what’s wrong.

Why are you not wearing them? She asked.

Because, because, I don’t want to wear those new briefs and undershirts aunt; somehow I managed to say those words.

Slap! Her hand landed on my left cheek. First, it’s not briefs, it’s panties; she said.

Slap! Her hand landed on my left cheek, again. Second, it’s not undershirts, they are camisoles; she said.

Slap! She slapped me on the same cheek, again. Third, you will wear them for sure, along with the bra, now go and wear them; she pointed to my room.

Aunt, please; I wept and slowly walked upstairs.

I removed my shorts and t-shirt, then took out the blue panty and matching blue cami. I wore it with the help of my shivering hands, and looked at the mirror. My left cheek turned red, and it was burning a lot. I didn’t have any time to waste, because, aunt was waiting for me. Thus, after wearing my t-shirt and shorts back, I went downstairs quickly.

Remove your t-shirt; aunt said, and I did exactly as told. You selected blue; she became happy.

Are you wearing the panty? Or, should I ask you remove the shorts too? Aunt smiled.

No aunt, please, I’m wearing it; I replied.

Not it, panty; she stated.

Yes panty; I repeated.

Remove the _______________; her words seemed lost. But in fact, she was testing me.

My cami? I asked her.

Yes your cami; she replied with a smile.

As I was helpless, the only option was to do as she says. Just like mom said; I thought. Thus, I obeyed her unquestionably, by removing my cami. Meanwhile, aunt already found the blue bra and was waiting for me. She asked me to take it, but I didn’t.

You can go bra-less, when you have your own boobs, now take it; she spoke, and gave me a hard look. I became scared, and took the most feminine clothing from her hand. I didn’t know what to do with it, and thus simply kept glancing at it.

Do you know how to wear a bra? She asked me.

No; I nodded my head.

I will show you, just for today, but from tomorrow onwards, you have to do it yourself, understood? She told, and pulled me towards her.

Yes aunt; I replied, and stood like a mannequin, when aunt took my hands one by one and placed the straps into it.

No shortcuts, you need to learn this, like a proper lady, now try to hook it back; she said.

I tried, but my hands gave me a hard time. I couldn’t reach them behind, and struggled with the hooks. Aunt scolded me and mercilessly pulled my hands back, which in turn gave jolts to my shoulders. I cried loud, but she asked me to shut my mouth. This is the way we girls do things. If we can bear the pain, you can too; she stated. After a while, with lots of struggles, I finally managed to hook it. It was tight, but not at all in the cups. They were vacant, and really looked weird. Aunt found out what’s in my mind, and pressed them lightly. I will buy some pads to fill in it, then it will look completely perfect, put on your rest of clothes, I’m getting late; she said, and went to the kitchen. Like aunt said, I took my cami and wore it, then the t-shirt followed later. I waited near the dining table for long, and finally, aunt placed my breakfast on the table. The tightness of the bra, was too much, but eating something was my foremost preference. Thus, I ate it unquestionably.

Don’t try to remove anything, everything should be like this, when I come back; she said and went away.

This time, aunt didn’t lock me in my room, instead she locked the main doors. I checked everywhere to escape, but everything was locked, I couldn’t even find a small window, that I could myself fit into. When the time came, I ate the lunch, which she pre-cooked along with the breakfast. Even though I wore it until then, the bra irritated me so much that, I removed it quickly, and when the constraints detached, I felt like I was in heaven. I should have done this from the morning itself; I thought. The rest of the day I stayed in front of the TV, and just before aunt came, with much difficulty, I wore everything back as such. And when she came back, right after putting down her keys & bag, inspected me for the same. Seeing everything intact, aunt became happy and left me alone. The rest of the day, she didn’t ask or say anything about the clothes. It was like nothing ever happened. In the night, after the dinner, I went to my room, and stayed there. The bra was still bugging me, and I wanted to get out of it. Thus, I locked myself in, and removed my undies then slept peacefully.

In the morning, right after my bathroom session, I came out and selected the white undies. Aunt did inspect me, and when found satisfied, served me breakfast. When she went out, I quickly removed my bra, and enjoyed my day as such. And just like yesterday, I wore it right before she came back. I did the same in the night as well, and continued doing so for the next week, until I made a mistake, ‘I slept too much’.

It was a Friday. Aunt went out in the morning and I removed my bra right away. When the lunch was over, I felt really sleepy. Thus, I played some music and fell to the couch instantly. Slowly, sleep engulfed me. Everything felt fine, until I heard someone shouting. It was aunt, and she was standing right beside me. The bra, which I was supposed to wear the whole day, was now hanging in her right index finger.

What are you doing? Why are you not wearing it? She asked me. I quickly stood up and bowed my head.

Slap! Her hand quickly felled over my face. Answer me? She shouted.

I became scared, and didn’t have any words. Aunt, it’s _______________; I murmured.

What about yesterday? The day before that? And the day before it? Are you wearing it? She was on fire.

I couldn’t lie to her, the fear was all over me, and she looked so scary, thus, at last, I said the truth; I wasn’t aunt.

Slap! Her hands quickly felled over my cheeks again.

What about the nights? Her face turned red.

No; I nodded my head.

Slap! She slapped me again and again. I cried a lot, and tears flowed down my eyes like never before.

Wear it now; aunt shouted, and handed me the bra. Without much option left, I took it from her, and wore it reluctantly.

I was going easy on you, and you cheated me, let’s see what happens then; she grabbed my hand, and marched me to my room.

Other than my new additions, aunt pulled out everything from the cupboard. My shirts, t-shirts, shorts, pants, jeans, socks, shoes, everything were lying around. She asked me to select each one from everything, which I liked the most. I took one from each, but she stopped me. Pants/shorts, shirts/t-shirts, shoes/sandals, you can’t have them both; she said. Finally, I selected one of my favourite t-shirts and shorts, along with one of my sandals. She quickly grabbed them from me, and took them to her room, then came back with empty handed.

Now remove the ones you are wearing; she shouted. I removed my t-shirt and went for a towel, but aunt stopped me.

No need for that, do it now; she shouted. But still, I didn’t. Removing the shorts in front of her was embarrassing, and I didn’t want to humiliate myself.

Slap! Do as I say; she beat me. Crying feeling lost, I removed my shorts, and stood in front of her motionless. Aunt quickly grabbed both, and looked at me. I did have my panties, cami and bra, but still try to cover my front with the bare hands.

No, no need to do that, because that’s the way you are going to spend your rest of the days; she said.

Aunt took all my clothes, along with the ones I just removed. And I couldn’t do anything other than, looking at them with my tearful eyes. She took them outside, and locked securely inside the storeroom. After a while, she came back and locked my door from outside.

No food for you today, and don’t even think about sleeping nude, I’ll know; she said.

I didn’t get what’s happening around, and bust into tears. All my clothes were gone, and I couldn’t understand, why aunt doing all these things. I kept my face on the bed and silently wept. Like the days before, the bra was still bugging me, and when sleep came, I tried to remove it, but something stopped me. What if she comes in the middle of the night to check? I thought, and left it as such. It wasn’t easy, but after a long discomfort, when the tiredness caught me, I slept eventually.

In the morning when aunt came, I was already freshened up and wearing the three, i.e. my matching orange coloured bra, cami & panty.

Come down, your breakfast is ready; she said.

Aunt, please, give me something to wear; I pleaded.

That won’t happen dear, I will buy you something suitable, like a skirt or dress, but not today, you coming or not? She asked.

Aunt, please; I began to cry.

Then stay here; she quickly locked the door and went away.

I heard her car starting, and slowly, the sound faded. The day passed, by me trying to figure out, what’s just happened. A skirt? Dress? What just aunt said? I thought a lot about it. My tummy ached a lot, and I made up my mind to go downstairs in the evening. But all my wait lost in vain, because aunt didn’t come for me.

In the next morning, with my starved stomach, I freshened up and selected the yellow colour. I wore the three very neatly, and waited for her. After a while, I heard her footsteps. She unlocked the door and faced me with her usual line; are you hungry? But this time, I followed her obediently. After my breakfast, she asked me to stay, and went to her room. When she came back, there was a box in her hands. Open it; she said, by handing over the same. And when I did, inside the box, there were two breast forms, smiling at me.

I promised, didn’t I? She started, you will wear them all the time, even in the sleep, they are costly, so use carefully, now remove your cami, I’ll show you; she demanded. By the time now, I have been doing aunt’s commands unquestionably. And thus, when I removed my cami, she herself inserted them into my bra cups. With the final piece on, bra turned more beautiful. The vacant space bulged out, showing how pretty it is. When I wore the cami back, it covered my artificial breast so naturally. Aunt became happy, and left for the office later.

Two days passed, and I didn’t do anything stupid, in aunt’s sense, which can potentially make her angry. But, somehow, I need to inform mom, and that was my only ticket out from this hell. I didn’t have a phone, because mom wasn’t okay with it, thus didn’t buy me any. Aunt’s phone was always with her, which she never missed to took her office. And the only telephone in the house was inside her room, which she always locked. I didn’t have any other option, because that was my only way. Thus, I planned to break inside the same, in the next day itself.

In the next morning, I did as she told, and waited for her to leave. And when she took off to her office, without wasting any time, I used all my lock pricking skill on it. But unlucky me, not only it didn’t work out, but also the prick broke and stayed inside. I knew I was in trouble, and struggled to take it out. What will happen if aunt finds out? I thought, and became afraid about the things she’s going to do to me. I tried a lot, but nothing happened. Soon I lost hope, and left it alone for my unexpected fate.

What’s wrong with my door’s lock? Aunt asked me.

I don’t know aunt; I played cool.

Are you sure? She seemed confused.

Yes aunt, I don’t know; I nodded my head.

Aunt asked me to go to my room, and lock inside. I became happy, and thought everything’s going to be fine. Shortly after, I heard her talking to someone over the phone. After sometime, a car stopped on our porch. And from their conversation, I found it was someone, who came to fix the door. I heard their talks downstairs, and clearly distinguished the word ‘prick’ from it. It took lot more time than expected, and after fixing the lock, he went away. Soon after, I heard aunt asking me to come down. I became afraid, but still, slowly went downstairs.

Come here; she pointed towards the floor right in front of her.

Did you try to prick the lock? Her question was straight forward.

No aunt, I didn’t; I lied at her face.

Then what’s this? She showed me the broken lock prick.

Aunt, that’s _______________; my words lost, and the whole body began sweating.

I know it; saying that she pulled out a cane from the nearby shelf top.

Aunt please, please don’t do it, don’t beat me; I began shivering and tried to move back. But she gets hold of me, and gave me a quick beat on by bums.

Aah, aunt, please; I cried aloud and jumped. The soft panties covered my bums did nothing to reduce the pain.

Why did you do it? She asked, and this time, hit me hard with it.

Aah; I cried loudly. My bums was on fire, and I jumped in pain.

Tell me, why did you do it? She hit me thrice. The pain was too much, and I couldn’t lie anymore.

I was trying to make a phone call, please aunt, stop it; I shouted. I couldn’t even stand properly and constantly jumped to reduce the pain. Aunt gave me another three more hard fast hits, again.

I gave you all the freedom and this how you repaying me? You liar, I will make sure you stay in one place, run to your room; she shouted.

When I turned, the cane landed over my back and I screamed in pain. I ran towards my room and tried to sit on the bed, but with my burning bums, it wasn’t possible at all. Thus, I lie down on my front, and struggled with the pain. Aunt was following me right behind, and I heard the cane swung through the air. The strike landed on my back, which made me stood up in a jiffy. Even with my bra and cami on, the pain was unbearable.

Do you want more? She asked me.

No aunt, no, please; my body shivered, and kept looking down.

Look at me you girl, don’t ever lie to me; she shouted. I slowly looked at her, but didn’t reply.

Slap! Her hand landed on my cheek. Answer me; she was on fire.

I won’t aunt, I wont, I won’t lie; I cried.

Now, lie on your bed as you did before; she pushed me aside.

I didn’t know what was on her mind, but still lied on my front. Don’t try to get up; she said. My whole body was on fire, when another, big, fast, strike of cane, landed over my cami.

I jerked, cried and tried to get up, but aunt stopped me. Don’t, you will get more; she said, and gave me another huge strike. Tears flowed down my eyes, and I crushed the bed sheet with my bare hands.

Aunt, please, I can’t bear them anymore; I begged her. But instead of answering my plea, she gave me another hit, then another, then once again more. I sensed the skin tearing from my back, and for all the time, I hold on to my pink silky bed sheet.

Aunt, please; my sound faded. The pain was too much, and water was flowing from my eyes, nose and mouth.

I think that’s enough for today, hope you learned the lesson, stay there; finally, she stopped.

I couldn’t even move, my back burned, and bums ached. Slowly, I let go of the sheet and wiped my tears. Aunt didn’t say anything, but locked my room and went downstairs. An hour later, when she came back. I was still lying on the bed, crying like a girl. She sat beside me, and slowly pulled up the cami. I couldn’t see my back, but from the pain and aunt’s expression, I know that it was bad. She quickly went downstairs and came back with some medicine. I flinched, when she applied it, and tried not to cry.

Don’t move; she said, and continued her work. After finishing with it, aunt quickly pulled down my panty and inspected my bum. It’s not that bad; she said, but still applied the same.

Don’t ever make me angry again, I won’t be able to stop it; she stated.

Yes aunt, I won’t; I replied with my crying voice.

Stay there, don’t move, take rest, no dinner for you; she locked my room and went downstairs. I tried to cope with the pain, and struggled to find some sleep. But whenever I closed my eyes, the pain woke me up. After a while, the tiredness caught me, and I somehow managed to sleep.

In the morning, when aunt came to my room, I was still in my bed. She asked me to get up, and helped me with it. My back was still paining, but the bums seemed better.

Can you sit? She asked me.

Yes; I nodded my head.

Try; she said, and patted on the bed. I tried, and it was indeed painful, but I sit anyway.

Seems good, what about the back? Is it still paining? She asked.

Yes, a lot; I replied.

That’s good, it will help you to sit straight, and always sit like that; she demanded.

Now, first things first, when you pee, sit and pee, like us, the ladies do, it’s so simple, pull down your panty, sit, then pee, now show me; she insisted.

Aunt, I can’t pee in front of you; I cried.

That’s okay, I won’t be looking at you; she pushed me inside the bathroom.

I pulled down my panty and then sat on it. Even though she said, that she won’t look, aunt peeped couple of times, and ensured that I’m doing as she told. After the embarrassing sitting session, I brushed my teeth, and came out. My back ached a lot, and thus, I didn’t bathe. Aunt asked me to follow her, and I did reluctantly. If you wore a dress or skirt, you need to pull them up first; while walking downstairs, aunt explained. I didn’t say anything, and sat on my usual chair. And due to my aching back, I could only sit straight. After the breakfast, she asked me to get back to my room. And when I did, she followed me. I lost my trust in you, so you have to stay here, don’t worry, I’ll find a way; while locking me inside, she said. Aunt didn’t even thought or care, about how I could eat the lunch. Two three days passed and my routine continued the same. Aunt checked me, when I pee and after breakfast, locked me in my room.

The next morning, aunt woke me little early. In her hands, there was a small box. I didn’t get what’s on her mind, and looked at her puzzled.

It took me a while to collect all the matching colours, so here, take it; she handed it to me. Slowly, I opened it. They were nail polish, twelve of them, and of course in different shades. You will paint your nails every day with the matching colour, I mean the one matches your bra. Here is the remover, it will help you to clean them easily; she said, and handed me another bottle.

Do your morning things and come down quickly. Because today, I’ll help you; she said.

After a proper good bath, I wore my pink undies and went down with the matching pink nail polish. Aunt painted two of my nails and asked me to do the remaining eighteen myself. She then left me there, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I sat on the chair and slowly began painting each. After a while, when came back, she asked me to getup, and then took the cane from the shelf top. The moment I saw it, I began shivering in fear, and sweat all over.

Aunt, I did nothing! I took my stand. But instead of telling me anything, she asked me to put the bottle down and turn around.

Aunt, please; while turning I cried. Suddenly, a quick, but strong hit landed over my back, and the pain flowed through me.

Don’t move, that’s for not obeying me in the first time; when I tried to move, she said. Shortly after, another one, much more fast and quick, landed on the same place. And this time, I couldn’t control myself, thus I jerked and screamed.

That was for the real reason, now come back again, this is for not standing still, which is like disobeying me, I will continue this, until you stay in place and keep that stupid mouth shut; she stated, and pointed to the same floor.

Slowly, with tear filled face, I came back and turn around. I tried to keep myself still, but with a burning back, it was never easy. I struggled hard, and with the help of both my hands, kept the mouth shut. It didn’t take much time for aunt, to place another huge hit on my back. I somehow stood there and bite my hands, to make sure the scream stay inside. I waited for another one, but it didn’t happen, and aunt asked me to sit. I didn’t get a clue for this torture, until I sat on the chair. Because, when I tried to rest my back, I cringed due to pain and thus, sit straight.

That’s the reason, you got it? She asked me. Sit straight, never on your back; aunt explained. Slowly, I nodded my head and let out a deep sigh. And that’s the time, when another huge hit landed on my thighs.

That’s not lady like, keep your them together, or you can cross them at knees, I won’t allow any other poses; she barked. I tried to keep my shivering knees together, but it didn’t stay in place. Aunt asked me to tie my hands behind the chair. And when I did, one more hit landed over the same place.

Aunt please, these things are not easy for a boy; I screamed.

Slap! Her hand landed on my cheek. Is that because of the things between your legs? Then better you learn this fast, or I will remove them for sure; she shouted. I became shocked by her words. Aunt was literally on fire, and once again the cane landed on my thighs. Together; she yelled.

By the time now, I knew that, she would go to any extend. She will do anything, it’s better to keep her calm; I thought. Do as she says; mom’s words flashed through my mind, and I accepted my fate. My hands were still tied in the back, because aunt never gave the permission to take them back. I tried to cross my reddish knees, but it was hopeless. The pain was too much and they shivered a lot. Keeping them together was my only remaining option. Thus, after with much difficulty, I kept them together. Aunt looked at my thighs for sometime, and appreciated my work.

Good girl, keep it up, now complete your fingers; she said, by pointing towards the nail polish.

I took the bottle with my shaking hands, and started to paint the nails. When the hands were over, aunt gave permission to move my knees. And I painted the ones in the leg as well. When it was over, she asked me to stay like that for the rest of the time. Hands over the table, and knees together; she reminded. It took some time, for aunt to get ready for the office, and all I could do was, sit, nothing else. After got readied, she marched me to my room and locked me inside.

No stupid ideas; she said.

I won’t aunt, please don’t me; I replied.

I couldn’t see the back, but my thighs were pretty much red, and both ached a lot. I burst into tears, and wiped them with my pink polished fingers. All these days, I was forbid to each lunch. Aunt never talked about it and I didn’t ask her as well. And today, I was denied the breakfast too, maybe, it’s because of the nails; I thought. In the evening, when the time came, she unlocked my door, and took me downstairs for the dinner. I carefully sat on the chair with my back straight, and remembered to keep the knees together. The dinner served, and we ate together. When it was over, while I was walking upstairs, she stopped me, and handed me a cream pack.

It’s called hair removal cream, use it while bathing, apply it all over your body, except above the neck, don’t want to lose your hair and brows; aunt stated. And don’t dare to forget it, tomorrow, when you come downstairs, I don’t want to see a single hair on your body. Trust me dear, you will look better without it; she reminded.

In the morning, I did as she instructed. My body burned for a while, and when rinsed, the little hairs went down along with the water. I cleaned my nails and selected black for the day. When I came downstairs, she inspected my hands and legs, and found satisfied. The breakfast was given and I ate by sitting like a lady. After a while, as always, she locked me in my room and went way.

Your mom will call today, what will you tell her? In the evening, while unlocking the door, aunt asked me.

This is the opportunity, I was waiting for; I thought, but didn’t reply or say anything.

Don’t get any stupid idea, everything should stay in these walls; she threatened me.

I won’t aunt, please don’t beat me; I said.

After the dinner, aunt asked me to stay. I sat on the couch like a lady by keeping my hands over the thighs, and waited for my mom’s call. Mom used to call late, because of her work, and aunt does know about the time. Thus, just before the call happens, she asked me to stand and took the cane.

Turn around and cover your mouth, I don’t want to hear your scream; she said.

Aunt, please, don’t beat me, I won’t tell anything, I promise; I pleaded, but she wasn’t going to back down.

I know you won’t, but don’t trust you anymore, and this will make sure of it; she asked me to turn.

Remember, don’t tell her; while placing a big strike on my back, she said. I wept silently, and nodded my head.

And this for not obeying me in the first time; she said, another big one landed on the same place. Even though I didn’t move, my whole body was shivering in pain.

Now, wipe your tears, and be happy, don’t want her to sense something; aunt stated.

How can I be happy, when my whole back is burning? While wiping my tears, I thought.

Shortly after the ordeal, mom called. Aunt told me stay calm and asked me to attend it. I tried hard to keep my voice normal, and talked her. She promised me to come back as early as possible, and once again told me to obey her. Aunt took the phone from me, and gestured me to go up. Don’t worry, take your time, no need to rush, everything’s fine here; while walking upstairs, I heard her say. After a while, aunt came to my room. I was sitting on the bed, and the moment I saw her, I quickly stood up. She asked me to sit, and started; you know what, for the next four days, I will be training you. You will learn how to walk, talk, eat, and also a small make-up session, in which you will learn yourself to do your face. And most importantly, you will learn how to greet others. Now sleep, I want you to get early. She locked the door and walked away. I feared about the things aunt just said, the things will happen to me. But then I thought about her beatings, nothing badder than that won’t happen; I told myself, and sighed.

The next four days were turned out hell for me. The training started early from the morning, and continued late in the night, until she became pleased with the result. Standing like a lady was the first in learning, and she made me stand with my legs together, for an hour. I was told not to move any circumstances, and punished for even slight disobedience. And when satisfied, walking class began, and I was made to walk miles in the house. The stairs weren’t easy, but I learned it after a lot of beating on my bums. Taking things from the floor was another criteria, and she threw a hairbrush to the floor, then asked me to take it. First time, when I bent down like normal boys do, a huge strike landed on my back. I lost my balance and fell on the floor and another one quickly stood me up. When the session was finally over, I learned to take things from the floor by bending the knee. She then taught me to eat like a lady, where I was asked to take small bites, and minimal food. Make-up session was simple, and I learned to apply the foundation, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara and also how to blend the cheeks. Most of my tries were utter bad, which made aunt laugh, but in turn gave me tears. Because, for each small mistakes, she beat me mercilessly. Finally, after lots tries with tear filled eyes, I got it right, which made her turn somewhat happy. She complemented my work, and taught me to do the final touch, by using lipstick and lip glows.

When I thought it was over, I was so wrong, because, aunt kept the most humiliated thing for the last. Now it’s time to learn, to greet others; she said and showed me something, which I saw in movies only.

It’s called curtsy, that’s the way you should greet someone; she said.

A curtsy? Seriously? Aunt, nowadays, even girls don’t do that, please; I complained.

Slap! Within no time, aunt’s hand landed over my left cheek. You are not a normal girl, now do as I say, any questions? She shouted.

No aunt, please; I moaned.

It’s like this; she began explaining the steps. Lower your head, hold your skirt, extend your right foot behind the left, bend your knees, and finally bring yourself back; she showed me. The steps were simple, but the embarrassment was too much.

Do it, “down-hold-extend-bend-back”, see, it’s as simple as that; she said again.

But aunt, I don’t have a skirt; I said, then closed my eyes and waited for her slap. But don’t know why, she didn’t.

You will, but for the time being, just imagine you have it. And remember, if your skirt doesn’t have flares, like a pencil skirt, no need to hold them; she stated.

At last, with much difficulty, I learned how to do the curtsy. It was almost bedtime and aunt relieved me from the torture.

You will greet me twice a day, morning and night, and any disobedience will be punished, you get me? She reminded.

Yes aunt; I replied, and walked upstairs.

Couple of days passed and I did exactly as I told. But in the next Saturday, things went upside down, and of course to a level, which I couldn’t even think of. It was a regular day and I woke up early than usual. I went directly to the bathroom, and remembered to sit and pee. After taking care of my teeth, it was time for bath. I made sure to apply the hair removal cream all over, and had a good bath. I stepped out of the bathroom, covered myself in the pink towel, and then wore my green undies with matching nail polish. By this time, I had every make-up items in the drawer. Thus, I sat like a lady in front of my pink framed vanity mirror, to have a minimal daily make-up. When it was finished with my lips painted, I went down, walking elegantly, like aunt taught me, then greeted her by showing a curtsy. And last, when given, I ate my breakfast, just like the way aunt wanted it. Nowadays, when she was off from her work, I was allowed to walk freely in the house in the day. And during these times, several works like cleaning, washing, mopping the floor etc, were imposed on me. Similarly, on this dreadful day, she asked me to clean the house. Aunt was busy outside, her room was wide open and I got my one-time opportunity to make a phone call. Thus, I quickly dialled mom’s number and waited her to take it. But luck wasn’t with me, she didn’t. I tried twice, and got no response. But, I wasn’t going to lose the hope, so I tried once more and waited for her. I was getting nervous, and each seconds felt like months. And that’s when I heard the sounds, one from the receiver and other from the hallway. Mom did answer it, but aunt was right behind me.

It’s nothing mom, missing you so much, hope you will come soon, talk to you later, bye; I quickly completed my words, and put down the receiver. I did the most forbid thing and my cami drenched in sweat. I shivered in fear, but this time, didn’t beg for her mercy.

In your room, now; aunt shouted.

The training was already taking toll on me, and in between the taunts and punishments, I was really a good student. Moreover, I was indeed afraid of her, and the consequences of misbehaving. Thus, when I ran upstairs, I literally ran just like a girl, by swinging my hands and bums side by side. I didn’t have to wait long, and within no time, she came to my room with the cane.

Go there; aunt said by pointing at the window. The trouble was right in front of me, but I was helpless. Thus, I walked towards it and she followed me. When we were near the window, she gave me quick push, to make me further close to it.

Raise your hands; she spoke. I slowly raised them and looked through the window.

No begging? Why? Aunt asked me. I didn’t reply, and kept my eyes at the scenery.

That silence will get you more; while handcuffing me to the window, she said. I wasn’t expecting it, the cuffs looked brand new, and I looked at her puzzled. Don’t get surprised, you deserve it; she said, and took the cane.

Then the flogging began. One by one, strikes landed on me, and my back began burning in pain. I did hold my cry for sometime, but after the third one, couldn’t control it anymore, and let everything out as a huge scream.

Four, five six, seven; aunt counted. I cried more, but that wasn’t going to stop her.

Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve; strikes continued to land on my back.

Aunt, please, stop it, I’m begging you, please; I pleaded.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, you should have said it before; aunt continued the beating. By the time the counting has reached seventeen, my balance was lost, legs slipped and the whole body hanged just on the hands.

Au____n_t, p___lea______se; my words lost in between, and still she didn’t stop. I heard her counting until twenty-three and then I blacked out.

When I came to my senses, I was tied lower. My hands were still handcuffed, but the bums were barely sitting on the floor, with both the legs to one side. The cane was lying right beside me, but aunt was nowhere to be found. My whole body was burning and throat was dry. Meanwhile, with my struggling senses, I heard a car. The sound came from the front, and passed to the back. Shortly after, I heard some bangs from the backyard. The sound felt like, hammering and drilling. And when it stopped, the car went back. Everything seemed silent for a short time and the silence was broken by footsteps. It was aunt, and she unlocked the door. In one of her hands, there was a carry bag and some chains in the other.

You awake? While unlocking me, she asked. Change into this; she spoke, and handed me the bag. I looked inside, they were nothing other than a set of off white bras, panties and camisoles.

Yeah, I know that look, they are cheaper, and the bras are padded. We don’t want to ruin this costly ones, right? Aunt said.

I was still on the floor, feeling tired, and unable to move the muscles properly. Seeing that, aunt came forward, and helped me with it. She removed my cami first, and then undressed me of my bra with the forms. Within no time, I was made to wear the new ones. When the constraints of bra left me, pain flowed like water, and it lasted until the new bra got in place. No need the forms, because they are padded; she stated. I turned around and changed the panty myself. The clothes part was over, and I was still on the floor, when aunt quickly got hold of my hands. She pulled both of them to the back, and locked with the handcuff. My legs were the next, and she tied them with another cuff which has a longer chain in between. With these on, I could walk easily, but will never able to run; I thought. Next, she took a choker, made of black leather with a metallic lock and clasped around my neck. It was almost tight, and not even a single finger couldn’t fit in between. Aunt then took a long chain and locked it to the choker. I was barely responding to all these, and still on the floor.

Stand up; she said. I tried, but failed due to my tiredness.

Stand up; she said once more, and pulled the chain. Again, I tried, but my legs couldn’t support me.

Aunt swished the cane and a huge strike landed on my legs. But instead of helping, it made things worse. I screamed in pain and struggled to get up. At last, she herself helped me to stand up and asked me to walk, by pointing towards the door. Slowly, I tried, but tripped instantly. Aunt get hold of me and helped me to get downstairs.

Water, water, please; I pointed towards the table.

There is no water for you; she said, and pushed me towards the back door.

With all the strength got, I walked towards the door. It was wide open, and aunt helped me to get down the steps. We were on the walkway towards the backyard, and aunt pushed me further. Where is she taking me into? I thought myself, and stood still. Within no time, the cane landed over me. I jerked and cried.

Walk, walk towards the ruins; she shouted.

With the tear filled eyes, I slowly walked through the stone paved road. Like I said before, aunt’s backyard was almost looked like a jungle. Lots of trees stood there, and the greenery spread, until it meets the thick vast forest behind it. Not only that, but also there were some ruins in it, which was the actual original house, more like a mansion or bungalow. Mom told me that, it was burned decades ago. Most of the roofs were gone and the walls barely stood itself. The plants growing all over, definitely gave it a creepy look. When I was small, I used to think it as a ghost house. When the township was made, the new house built closer to the front road, and the old one forgot in the woods.

I knew the way towards it, but still aunt guided me with the chain in her hands. With my tired legs, it took some time for me to reach there. And when I did, aunt marched me to centre hall. She then showed me a hook in the corner, which was bolted to the floor and asked me to walk towards it. Even though all my strength were drained, still I tried, but slipped and fell to the floor. Aunt caned me hard, but I couldn’t even stood up. With my tearful eyes, I tried hard and looked for help. But instead of offering a hand, she mercilessly dragged me towards the hook, by pulling the chain attached to my neck. It was okay, if the chain were connected to my hands or legs, but like you know, it wasn’t. My hands were tied in the back and thus, I couldn’t even support my neck.

Aunt, water, please; I murmured.

Shut up, you bitch; aunt barked at me. She locked the chain to the pretty new hook and beat me again.

You are not worthy to sleep under a roof, stay here; she said and placed the cane nearby, then walked towards the house.

I cried for help, but aunt didn’t even turn. Slowly, my senses fade away, and I fell into deep sleep. When I woke up, it was almost evening. I crouched towards the wall and sat besides it, by resting my back on it. It pained a lot, but I had no other way. After a while, I heard someone’s footsteps from a distance. It was aunt, she came in, and placed a bowl right in front me.

Drink; she said and poured some water into it. My hands were still tied in the back, thus, I lied down and drank it.

Do you want to pee? She asked, and I nodded my head. She helped me to stood up and asked me to turn. And when I did, aunt quickly pulled down my panty. Do as you wish; She said.

I knew, that the chains were going to stay, thus walked with the panty resting over my leg chains. There were some bushes growing by, which were in reach with my neck chain intact. I sat behind it and peed. Aunt then helped me to stood up again, and pulled up my panties. When I turned back, she was walking away.

Aunt, you didn’t untie me! I said.

Yes, I didn’t; she replied.

But, it’s getting dark, and I’m afraid of it; I began to cry.

I know, but you are not coming home today; she said, and walked away.

Slowly, the light faded and night arrived. Darkness engulfed everything, and the crickets started their sound thing. I looked around and found a small alcove nearby, with a raised platform. Even with the tied hands, somehow I managed to get into it. Even though it was high ground, anyone or anything could have easily reached me. And I was totally defenceless due to the tied hands. When time passed, I heard a fox howling away. Or is it a wolf? I thought. One by one, all the ghost stories I heard before, came to my mind. Something was walking around the ruins, I heard it clearly. And even saw something in the bushes with glowing eyes. I closed my eyes as tight as I could, and cried silently. Slowly, tiredness caught me, and I drifted into the sleep.

I woke up, when the birds chirped. Light wasn’t properly reached, yet, but the nature turned noisy. Getting down wasn’t easy, and when tried, I slipped and fell to the ground. I waited long for aunt to come, not to eat, but to pee. Pulling down the panty was easy, but getting it back, wasn’t, so I waited. Hours passed, and at last, aunt came. To my surprise, she unlocked my hands and placed some food in front of me. I quickly went behind the bushes and peed first. Aunt asked me to eat, and thus, I placed myself in front of it. Everything felt delicious and my stomach demanded more. I really wanted to ask her, but didn’t due to the fear. While I was eating, aunt went back home, and came back with a big carry bag. She then emptied it, by dumped the contents over the floor. They were my clothes, my own boy clothes. Aunt poured something over it and then lighted it.

Young ladies doesn’t need these disgusting boy clothes; she said.

Aunt, no, please don’t do that; I tried to stop her.

How dare you to stop me? Aunt barked and took the cane. Come here; she pointed towards the floor in front of her. And I walked towards her, with my shivering legs.

I really wish to slap on your face, but don’t want to ruin those tender cheeks, turn around; she shouted. Cover your mouth, no screaming; saying that, she swished the cane.

Then began the beating, and it continued until the fire goes down. When the last flame went out, all my clothes were burned. At last, I lost my balance and fall to the ground.

Aunt, please, I can’t take it anymore, it’s too much; I cried. And she stopped, I don’t know why, but she stopped anyway.

Aunt quickly tied my hands just like before and went away. I cried, and crawled towards the corner. Other than slaps on the face and strikes on my thighs, which was to keep my knees together, aunt never beat on my front side. She always did it on my back and bums, it did help me to sit straight though. No one else could see the bruises, unless I removed my cami to purposefully show them, or she has some other reasons; I thought. In the evening, when darkness already spread out, aunt came with some food and water. She unlocked my hands and waited, until I finished them. When she tried to go back, I pleaded her by falling to her feet.

Aunt please, I will do anything, please don’t make me stay here; I cried a lot.

She didn’t say anything, but took my hands to the back and tied again. I pleaded more, but she walked away. With the little strength got, I tried to crawl back to my alcove, the only little safest place I got. My body pained a lot, but mentally ached more. I was trying hard to get up, when I heard someone’s footsteps. It was aunt, and she looked straight at me.

Aunt, please, take me inside, I don’t want to stay here; I burst into tears.

Let’s go home; she came closer and unlocked the chain from the hook. As I was still on the floor, she also helped me to get up.

Thanks aunt; I replied.

I looked at the cane, which was lying nearby. Aunt didn’t take it and helped me all the way back to the house. When reached there, before getting inside, she unlocked my hands and asked me to wash the legs. And when I did, she marched me upstairs, and then pushed me to the bathroom. After all the chains were removed, I was asked to strip off my undies. They were so dirty that, aunt took them for cleaning, and I became extremely happy. While I was in the shower, aunt cleaned and dried the chains. But, when I came out of the bath with the towel tied at my waist, aunt scolded me well.

Tie it over your breast, you are a girl, not a boy; she barked. Thus, like she said, I wrapped the towel over my flat breast, then changed into the orange undies. Aunt was looking at the empty bra cups, so I quickly stuffed the forms into it.

Take rest, don’t make any stupid mistakes; aunt said and locked the door.

My back was still paining, thus, I lied flat on my padded breast. I slid my hands over the pink bed sheets like never before. The feeling was exquisite, it was like, I always longed for it. And this time, I slept well.

I woke up early, and did my morning things as usual. Even though my back ached a lot, I was really glad to get back to my pink room. I wished she never takes me back there, and made up my mind, to do everything as she says. Thus, I remembered to sit and pee, and then took a pretty good hair removal bath. After drying myself, I stepped out of the bathroom, by tying the towel over my breast. I selected the green undies for the day, and wore the three neatly. I then sat in front of the vanity mirror, with the knees together and did my face, along with the nails. The door was already unlocked, so I walked downstairs elegantly and gave her a curtsy. Aunt was ready for office, and the breakfast was already on the table. She pointed at my usual chair, and I sat on it, with my knees together and straight back. Aunt seemed fine, and I made sure to keep her like that. Just before getting out, she asked me to go and pee. I obeyed her instantly, and did as she told. When I came back, she asked me to sit on the couch. I never thought she would tie me again, but the moment I sat on it, aunt tied my legs like before and clasped the choker around my neck.

Don’t try to cut it, because, even if you try to, you can’t, it’s reinforced; while locking my neck chain to the couch, she said.

Aunt, I won’t escape, I promise; I said.

I know, but I don’t trust you anymore; she replied and left my hands unattended. Watch the TV if you want; she said, and handed me the remote.

The neck chain was tied short, and I couldn’t even walk properly around the couch. I tried several times to free from it, but it didn’t happen. At last, I accepted the fact that, it’s just me and the remote. In the evening, when aunt came back, she unlocked my chains, and send me to my room. When the dinner time came, she called me down, and we ate it together. Other than the times she needs some help, like cleaning & mopping, I was always restrained to walk freely. I was either tied to the couch, or locked in the room, and this became my routine. Two three days passed, and other than some beatings over my back with her bare hands, aunt didn’t torture me at all. And living as a girl became natural to me. One day, in the morning, after breakfast, aunt gave me my favourite clothes. The ones I selected before, which she kept as separate. I became happy, and quickly wore them over my red undies.

We are going out; she said. And the moment I heard her, I became scared, and stood froze. I was already in make-up, and my nails were shining in red. But it was more about the panty and bra I was wearing beneath. How can a normal boy could do this? Lots of thoughts were flashing in my mind. But, I wasn’t a boy anymore. I just looked like a girl with short hair, wearing boy clothes and more to that, even moved like one.

Is there a problem? Aunt asked me.

No; I nodded my head.

Then get into the car; she replied.

Aunt drove me straight, to the nearby saloon, where she introduced me as her niece. I was so convincing and nobody asked me anything. Or, they know something; I thought. Aunt gave them all the necessary instructions, and left me there, telling me that, she will be back in an hour. Soon the beautification procedure started, and my hands and legs were subjected to waxing. I could have told them, that I am a boy, and my aunt is torturing me, but don’t know why, I didn’t. I was afraid of getting caught, and even thought that they are working together. And if yes, they will surely tell aunt, and she will beat me to death; I thought. Suddenly, the pain of flogging rushed to my mind, and I flinched.

Did it hurt? The stylist asked me.

No, I was just, it’s just, please continue; I replied, and she continued the waxing on my face.

After the waxing, her hands went for my hair. It was already short, and thus, her options were limited. It’s called pixie cut; when completed, she said, and my hair was then washed, cleaned, conditioned and dried. It was time for the brows and she did spend lots of time on it. Meanwhile, she called someone else, to do my manicure and pedicure. Soon the brows were over, the make-up was started. And when it was completed, the nails were turned red, which matched with my lips.

Is everything over? Aunt was right on time, and asked her.

Yes, only one more thing left, did you brought the studs? Stylist asked back.

Yes, here; aunt said, and handed her a small box.

Oh, they are lovely, they will look good on you; stylist excited and showed me the box.

Inside it, there were a set of beautiful diamond earrings. I became stunned, and scared about the upcoming permanent addition. I was still on the chair, right in front of the mirror. Stylist placed them before me and marked my lobes. I was speechless, and couldn’t do anything, when she pierced them with a needle. I flinched & cringed, and soon my lobes were adorned with them.

Come here; aunt pointed towards a screen. And when I did, she asked me to remove my clothing.

Don’t worry, I brought you something else; seeing my reluctance, she said.

When I unwillingly removed my sandals, shorts and t-shirt, aunt pulled out something red from the shopping bag. It was a dress, a knee length flared chiffon red dress. I looked at it, and thought about our morning chat. Aunt is the one, who insisted that, I should wear the red undies today. And now I know why, because, she planned everything before.

How’s it? Do you like it? She asked me by placing it in front of her, but, I didn’t reply. I was always thought of buying you dresses, better late than never; while helping me with the dress, she stated.

Within no time, the red shade slid over my eyes. It fitted me well, and the skirt of the dress flared neatly around my knees. Aunt tied a simple silver necklace around my neck, and a silver bracelet in my left hand. A barrette with a small red bow was fixed onto my hair, and a pair of nice three inch heels, were pushed into my legs. Walking like a lady was natural to me, but with additional height, it was something else, I couldn’t even stand properly. It took some time, but finally, I managed it. Aunt asked me to check myself, and the stylist came forward to help. She took me to a nearby full length mirror, and pushed me towards it. And I couldn’t believe my eyes, because, there were no trace of a boy. With a simple haircut and pretty arched eyebrows, I completely turned into a girl, or, like aunt used to say, a young lady. We walked towards our car and right before getting into it, she stopped me, and showed me how to get into it, when wearing a dress. She took me to a nearby studio, where I was asked to pose in different ways, and mostly by holding the skirt sideways. When it was over, along with the digital copies, aunt insisted them to deliver a big framed one.

When we reached home, she asked me to give her a curtsy. And I did instantly, but this time, I remembered to hold my skirt sideways. She became happy, and taught me how to sit in a dress. I too was happy, because in all these days, I was well exposed in my undies, and now I felt more secured. Covering my undies with something was the first thing I always wanted. Weather it’s a dress or a t-shirt, I didn’t care. Aunt took another shopping bag, and showed me a dress. It was a simple feminine white short dress, which she asked me to hang in my closet. Thus, I walked upstairs to get into my room, and really liked the way the dress swished around my hips. When dinner was ready, aunt asked me to come down. I quickly went downstairs, and sat on the chair by smoothing under my skirt and neatly placed the flares over my lap.

Remove the dress before getting into bed and don’t forget to wear the white one tomorrow. I will buy some more, but until then wear these two; while having dinner, aunt said.

Yes aunt; I replied.

Next two days passed, and I completed almost five torturing weeks in her home. My photo has arrived, and the same hanged in my pink furnished room. I was asked to sleep in undies in the night, and during the day, told to switch between the dresses. It was one of those days, when I was in my white dress. One of her colleagues was visiting, and thus, aunt didn’t lock me in chains. When the colleague/friend arrived, I greeted her with a curtsy and served her coffee with snacks. Aunt was watching me closely, and introduced me as her niece. They sat on the living room and began chatting. It was almost evening, and suddenly, the phone ranged. I quickly jumped and went to take it. It was mom, and I became extremely happy.

Mom is that really you? Will you come fast? I sounded hysteric.

Aunt was right behind me, she took the receiver from my hand and asked me to get back to my room. I walked upstairs and heard her talking over the phone, like nothing was happened. After an hour later, when the guest went back, I heard aunt shouting my name. I went downstairs, running as fast as possible. She asked me to sit on the couch, and didn’t say anything else. I became scared, and sat there instantly, when aunt placed the chains one by one on me.

Walk to the ruin; she pointed towards the back door.

Aunt, I didn’t tell her anything, I attend the call because you guys were chatting, aunt, please believe me; my words trembled, and eyes became filled with tears.

I don’t want to hear anything, stop talking and walk; aunt said, and pushed me out.

The walk felt longer than before, and none of us didn’t say anything. When we reached in the ruins, instead of tying me to the floor, aunt asked me to face towards the wall near the corner. There were a hook, well above my head in the wall and one near the floor. Aunt asked me to raise my hands, and when i did, she locked them into the upper hook. My neck chain was also connected to the same and the leg chain locked to the lower hook.

Open your mouth; she said.

Aunt please; I cried.

Open your stupid mouth; aunt said again. Slowly, I opened my mouth and she stuffed her handkerchief into it. No one’s going to hear you, but I don’t want to make any chances; she said.

Slowly, one by one, aunt began the flogging. The pain was too much, and I couldn’t even jump. Even though, with the dress on, I had more protection than before, but the soft chiffon couldn’t help much. I wished for a quick black out, but that didn’t happen. Aunt counted almost thirty, and slowly my senses faded away. I was still in the same position, when I got them back, but the kerchief was gone. My body pained a lot, and the throat longed for water. The night was young, and I blacked out several times. I hanged there, until aunt came back in the next evening. When she untied me from the wall, I collapsed to the floor. Aunt was silent, she didn’t speak a word, and placed some food in front of me. With the remaining little strength, I slowly crouched towards the bushes to pee. I thought aunt was going to take me back, but disappointed when, she locked my neck chain to the hook in the floor. Aunt was angry, and I knew I wasn’t going back anytime soon.

The next day, aunt came in the morning with a carry bag. She gathered some wood from around and light up a small fire. My last boy clothes, the favourite ones, along with the sandals were placed into it. I really wished aunt didn’t do that, but couldn’t do anything other than filling my eyes with tears. The fire engulfed them easily, and I wept along with it. Then aunt took it, an iron brand. It had a flower design on the tip, which she quickly placed it into the fire. And before I could speak anything, she stuffed the handkerchief to my mouth. I knew what was going to happen, thus, when she tried to bind me to the wall, for the first time, I resisted. I didn’t have much strength and my hands were tied in the back, but still, managed to push her away. Aunt knocked me down, then mercilessly pulled me towards the wall by holding my legs, and succeeded in locking them to the lower hook. With the help of the cane, aunt made me stood up. She unlocked my neck chain from the floor hook and pulled it down through the upper hook. My whole body was pulled up, and aunt continued the pulling, until I stood tiptoe. My hands were untied and locked to the same hook as well. The brand was getting hot, and aunt added more woods to increase the fire.

Time passed and the brand slowly became red hot. Meanwhile, aunt tied my legs together and tightened all the chains once more. Fear was all over me, I couldn’t even move a little, and the kerchief stuffed mouth made it worse. I kept my face over the wall and wept silently. Aunt came closer and pulled up my skirt in the back. Then with help of a hair clip, she fixed the hem to the dress’s neck and pulled my panties down. I waited for the upcoming torture, and the time almost felt still. I couldn’t see what’s happening my back, but heard aunt’s footsteps coming closer. She asked me to took a deep breath, and suddenly, I felt something pressed hard to my left bum. I screamed, and even with my stuffed mouth, it was pretty audible.

What? Did something happen? She asked me. I came to my senses, and there were nothing. She was just cleaning my bums. You can cry when it’s done; she said.

When the cleaning was over, aunt took the red hot brand from the pit. I closed my eyes tighter, and waited for the upcoming torture. My whole body shivered, and heart beat fast. She came closer, and placed the red hot brand near me. Even with my eyes closed, I sensed it by the heat.

Last chance, do you want to say something? She asked me.

Mm, mm, m; I muffled.

Oh, I’m sorry; aunt quickly pulled out the kerchief.

Aunt please, I’ll do anything; I cried.

Then you need to get a tattoo; her answer was quick. I looked at the red hot brand, and accepted the fate. A tattoo will be better; I thought.

Yes aunt, I will, please don’t do this; finally, I replied.

Aunt threw away the iron brand and unlocked me from the hooks. We both walked towards the house, and when reached there, she asked me to clean myself. I went upstairs, and washed my limbs and face. The dress was dirty, thus, I changed that as well. After an hour later, I heard a car, and it was the tattooist. Aunt opened the door and invited him in. It’s for her; she said, by pointing at me and showed him a design. He asked for my confirmation and showed me the same. I read it, it was a text, a simple text, I’M A GIRL, with big bold black letters.

How big? He asked us.

Big enough to fill on both bums, isn’t it? Aunt asked by looking at me.

Yes, that’s what I want; I replied. Even though I smiled, I was actually crying inside. What other choices I have? I thought.

I was told by the tattooist, to lie down somewhere flat. Aunt asked me walk upstairs, and when I did, they followed me. She told me to lie on the bed, and I did the same facing down. I looked at aunt’s face for one last time, but there were no trace of care and love. I’m going to pull up the skirt; he warned me and pulled it up. I’M A in the left and GIRL in the right; while pulling down my panty, aunt said. He draws and corrected until aunt satisfied. Don’t move; he started the machine. It took some time, I tried to think of something else, but the buzzing along with the pain, didn’t let me. All the time, I kept my face down and wept silently. Sometime, I sobbed, not because of the pain, but due to the upcoming permanent humiliation. When finished, he bandaged them and asked aunt to use a cleanser after some time. Leave them open in the day and wrap in night, at least for three days; he instructed and pulled down my skirt.

Even though my movements were limited, I felt happy for the next three days. She never painfully tortured me, but I was told to never sit. My panties became a troublemaker, by always covering the tattoo, thus, aunt brought two thongs for me. I ate my food by standing, and slept facing down. Aunt made sure that I will never turn around in sleep, by tying my limbs to the bed post. Each morning, I had to wait for her to untie me, and that was the only thing made me a little discomfort. During these days, when I was doing chores, aunt insisted that, I should wear an apron. Since you are wearing dresses now, it will help to keep them clean. Besides, it’s not lady like if you don’t do it; she said. It was a Friday night, and I was in my white dress, doing dishes, when the phone ranged. I heard aunt calling me, I quickly wiped my hands and ran towards her room.

Hey, it’s your mom; she said, by handing me the receiver.

Mom, is that you? I almost cried.

Yeah, it’s me honey, my work is over, I’m coming; she said.

When? I was on cloud nine.

Tomorrow morning; she replied.

Aunt grabbed the receiver and asked me to get to my room. They talked for sometime, and I heard her say that everything is okay. How can she say that? I thought. When aunt reached my room, I was lying in my bed. She quickly tied me to the bed post and pulled up my skirt, to check the tattoo.

Aunt, can I ask you something? I said, by looking at her.

What? She asked me back.

Can you remove my earrings and buy be me some boy clothes in the morning? Slowly, with lots of fear, I asked her.

Why? Is that because your mom? She said, and pulled down my skirt.

Yes aunt, I don’t want her to see me like this; my little eyes filled with tears.

No need to worry about that, she is not going to see you; aunt replied and went down.

I thought about her words all the night. Does she meant to kill me? I asked myself. In the morning, she untied my limbs and asked me to pee. No need to bathe or change, just do everything fast and come down quickly; she was in a hurry. When I came downstairs, my favourite breakfast was served for me. I thanked her with a curtsy and ate happily. Maybe, aunt’s going to leave me; I thought. But, when I came back after washing my hands, aunt quickly placed the leg chains on me. My hands were tied in the front and the choker placed around my neck along with the chain.

To the ruin; she shouted.

But, aunt, what did I do? I couldn’t understand anything.

It’s not you, it’s your mom, I won’t let her take you, now walk fast; she pushed me hard.

All the way to the ruin, I was crying. Aunt quickly tied me to the wall tightly, and all my hopes were faded. Lots of thoughts were flashing in my mind, especially about mom. What will happen if she doesn’t see me? I asked myself.

Open your mouth; aunt said, and when I did, she stuffed the kerchief in.

I’m sorry, right now, you don’t deserve this. But I’m helpless and really need you to black out; she said and took the cane.

I screamed a lot, when the cane landed over my back and the beating continued, until my senses faded. In the evening, when aunt came, I was still tied to the wall. She untied me and bind me to the floor hook.

Your mom came, and I told her you ran way. I don’t think she believed that, and she will be back soon. I’m sure about that, so stay here; while tying my hands behind, she said.

Days passed, and all my hopes were lost. Each morning, aunt used to came and bind me to the wall. With a kerchief stuffed mouth, the flogging continued, until she became completely satisfied. And left me like that, until she come back from the office. In each evening, with a small food and peeing session, my binding was transferred to the floor hook. Once in two days, she took me to the nearby ruined toilet for poohing. I was always too tired, thus, getting into the alcove wasn’t possible for me, so, I slept in the corner itself. In the first two days, I begged her to take me home, and she replied me with the cane.

You won’t see the house, you won’t see your mom, you will die here; she stroked me hard and I stopped asking.

A week flew by, and the same continued every day. My already lost hope faded, and I accepted my fate. During those times, the routine really caught me, and began doing things myself. Like, I myself walked towards the wall before beating and never resisted while tying. Even though, the need for kerchief was long gone, because I stopped crying, but aunt stuffed them anyway and I always opened my mouth for her. During rains, when not tied to the wall, my head found shelter inside in the alcove, and the rest couldn’t afford it. I wept when the ashes of my once proud clothes, washed away, and it felt like something carving out from me. Slowly, my pretty white dress lost its glory. Some nights, the cold was too much, thus, I pleaded her for a blanket.

What were you thinking? Don’t make me remove your dress as well. You are not on honeymoon; she shouted. And for asking that, she tied me to the wall in tiptoe, completely for a day.

One day, aunt came too early. She quickly untied me, and asked me to do everything fast. I felt something wrong, and closely watched her. She wasn’t being herself, and looked like a maniac. I was pulled up tiptoe, and then bind to the wall tighter than ever before.

Aunt, what is it? Are you going to kill me? I asked her with a fear.

It’s your mother, that stupid bitch complained against me, me, her sister, her own only sister, she will never see you again, never ever; aunt sounded insane.

I will flog you to death; while stuffing my mouth with the kerchief, she shouted.

One by one, quick and fast strikes landed over my back. Each time, I clearly heard the cane swished, and completely felt it on the back. My heart beat fast, and breath took abnormal patterns. For the first time in the last week, I cried a lot, and the waterworks followed. The pain was huge, and because of the tiptoe position, I couldn’t even move. I hoped its over soon, but the flogging continued, and aunt laughed like a psychopath. My soft white chiffon dress did nothing to support me, and so does the cami. Slowly, my senses started fading, and darkness clouded the reddish eyes. The next beat was something magnificent, and more & more strikes landed with the same impact. Two, three, four, five; I heard aunt counting. My senses quickly reacted, and I screamed louder than ever before. Even with my stuffed mouth, it was pretty audible and echoed throughout in the ruin. I crushed my teeth, and closed the eyes tighter. The whole back was on fire, I panted like a dog and waited for the next one. But nothing happened, because aunt was stopped. I slowly turned my head and looked at her. She stood still, and not even single muscle in her body moved, it was like she saw a ghost. Her eyes stayed on my back, and she seemed afraid. Slowly, I felt some wetness clouding on my back and it increased over time.

Blood; I heard aunt mumbling.

“It was blood, my own blood, spreading all over my back”.

Aunt always knew, when to stop it. But this time, she went too far and my dress painted red. She quickly removed the kerchief and untied me from the wall. I gasped, and fell to the ground. I was panting, and so does she. Aunt took the choker chain, and connected it to the floor hook with her shivering hands. She was losing herself, and I tried to calm her.

It’s okay aunt, it’s okay; I spoke with my tear filled eyes.

I’ll bring some water; aunt said, and once again checked locks.

My strength was almost drained, and the senses flickered. With what’s left of it, I crouched towards the corner, to find some support. The pain made me struggle a lot, and just before the black out, I saw her walking away.

When I got my senses back, the night passed, and the sun rose. My throat was dry and stomach ached. I waited long for her, but she didn’t, she didn’t comeback. Slowly, the night started, the cold was too much, and I shivered. Unlike the other days, my hands were tied in the front, not in the back. Thus, it was easy to attend the panty, and I peed myself. Two three hours passed and I closed my eyes for a moment. Suddenly, I heard some sounds, especially barking, and it was coming from a long distance. Is that wolfs? I asked myself. No, oh my no, it’s dogs, wild dogs, they will eat me alive; I shivered in fear, and crawled towards my only secure spot, the alcove. With all the little strength remaining, I tried getting into it, and failed. The barking was getting closer, and I knew I had to do something. Thus, I took a long breath, and closed the eyes. My body pumped adrenaline like a rain, and a quick push with my little legs, I reached into the alcove. The barking became louder, and it almost reached the ruin. With each seconds gone, my sanity dropped low. I curled like a fetus to the corner, and cursed my fate. Just before closing my eyes, I saw some flashes. The barking was just around the corner, with some footsteps followed it.

Boys, I think he’s got something; I heard someone talking. The barking was louder, and it came right beside from me.

Here, someone is here; the footsteps came closer.

Is that the boy? Someone asked back.

No, no, it’s a girl; the first voice replied.

Oh my, do something about the chains; the second voice said, and I heard the footsteps coming closer.

Hey; someone touched on my shoulder.

Please don’t kill me, I’ll do anything; I cried loud, and my voice felt hysteric.

It’s okay, sweetie, it’s okay, we are here to help; I heard a female voice.

It’s okay, you can open your eyes now, we not here to hurt you; she said. I slowly opened my eyes, and looked at her, they were the police. You okay sweetie? She asked me, and I nodded my head.

Let’s get you down; she said, and tried to help me. And when she placed her hand over my back, I cried loud.

What is it? She asked me.

My back; I wept and showed them my blood stained back. Her eyes filled with tears, and with uttermost care, she helped me to get down.

Sit here, let them do the chains; she said, but I didn’t.

Sweetie, don’t strain yourself, sit; she spoke again.

Can I lie down? I asked her.

Of course sweetie, anything you want; she helped me, and sat beside me.

Can I look? She sensed something and asked me. I nodded my head, and turned aside. She pulled up my skirt and gasped.

One of the officers came forward, and greeted me. Hey there; he said. I tried to get up, but he stopped me.

No, no, no, no need for that, don’t strain much, I know you are in shock, but we need to know something, which is really important, so, can I ask you a question? He asked me.

Yes; I nodded my head.

Have you seen a boy? Someone of your age? He said, and patted on my back. I flinched and cried.

Don’t do that, it’s pretty bad; the female officer stopped him.

Oh, I’m sorry; he apologized.

You need to see this; she spoke to him. Sweetie, we need to show him, is it okay? She asked me.

Yes; I nodded my head. Slowly, she pulled up my skirt and showed him the tattoo.

Is it? That means? He became confused and looked at me.

Yes officer, I’m the boy; I said with my tear filled eyes.

Where is the medic? He shouted. We got him? Send her in; He spoke to through the wireless.

Where is he? I recognized mom’s voice from a distance itself.

Is that? Oh my, what did she do to you? Mom cried and tried to hug me.

Careful, it’s really bad; the female officer warned her.

Mom, is that really you? I asked her.

Yes honey, it’s me, it’s really me, I’m here; she replied.

Why didn’t you come early mom? Look what she did to me; I showed her my back and ears. Mom looked at them, and when she tried to remove the earrings, accidentally touched on my back with a little force.

Mom leave it, not now; I cried, and she left the sparkles there itself.

I’m sorry sweetie, I’m here, I won’t leave you ever again; she cried, and kissed on my forehead.

Why is he still in chains? Mom shouted at the female officer.

Ma’am, they are industrial grade, we need to cut them, they are on the way; she explained. Mom was crying all the time, and tried to console me as well. Ma’am, you need to see this; she showed my tattoo to mom and she busted into tears.

It’s okay mom, they don’t hurt like my back; I tried to make her happy. Mom wiped my tears and pulled down my skirt, then rearranged it, neatly.

We need to take him now, there may be several hairline fractures; the paramedics checked me, and said.

The officer shouted for a stretcher, but I stopped him. I can walk; I spoke.

Soon my chains and cuffs were removed, and they were helped me to get up. The female officer pulled down my dress, and straightened its flares. I showed them the hooks on the wall, where I was tied, and mercilessly flogged. It’s okay, we can talk about that later, right now we need to get you to a hospital; the officer said. I nodded my head, and we walked towards the house.

I need to go to the toilet, maybe I can change too; when we reached the house, I said. They looked at me with a surprise and denies instantly.

Sweetie, no need to change, hospital first; the female officer said.

But I need to go to the toilet; I replied.

At last, they took me inside and helped me to get into my room. I tried to remove my dress, but it wasn’t easy. The blood made the dress, cami and bra, stick together to the wounds. Mom and the officer brought some clean hot water and lightened the blood stains. When the dress was peeled away, I screamed loud. Similarly, the cami removed as well. But when the bra was removed, I felt like my back exploded. I cried a lot, and mom consoled me. I did my things and with the help of a towel, wiped clean my whole body other than the back. Then I came out the bathroom with another towel tied over my chest. I wore my red thong and took the matching bra. But when I tried to put it on, I couldn’t do it myself. Mom were downstairs, talking with the officer, thus, I called her. She quickly came upstairs, along with the female officer.

What are you doing with a bra? Where are your clothes? She asked me.

Aunt burned them all, these are the only ones I have; I showed her my red dress and wept.

It’s okay sweetie, wear the dress, why a bra? The officer asked me.

Because, my back, it burns, the bra’s constrain helps me to reduce the pain; I bowed my head and cried.

Oh my little thing, please, do as you wish? Mom couldn’t control her tears.

The officer helped me with my bra and cami, and together, they helped me to get into my red dress. Even though my back hurt, I walked towards the door elegantly, like a young lady, and they helped me on the stairs. When I reached the main door, everyone looked surprised. I don’t have any other clothes; I explained. The officer asked the paramedics to help me, to get in. Right before getting in to the ambulance, I turned back and looked at the female officer.

What is it sweetie? She came running towards me, and asked.

Thanks; I said.

It’s okay sweetie, it’s our job, I’m glad you are okay; she replied.

We got her, I repeat we got her; her wireless beeped.

We got her sweetie, your aunt, we got her; she said.

My little face turned bright and heart filled with bliss. Tears of joy, flowed through my eyes. With my painful back held straight and the skirt’s hem in hand, I gave her a perfect curtsy. Everyone around astonished, and looked at me with a surprise. Mom’s eyes couldn’t believe it, and she became stunned for a moment. With the help of the officer, I got into the van and lied facing down. The wind made the dress’s flares fly away, and my exposed bums spelled I’M A GIRL. Mom got in and looked at them for a while, then quickly rearranged my skirt.

What did she really do to you? Mom asked me.

It’s okay mom, it’s okay; I mumbled and blacked out.