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Lavender Morning
by QuidProQuo (brewski@gmx.us)

***

A rich society lawyer and her spoiled daughter are 
abducted by her ex-husband, and find the sins of their 
past have come back to haunt them in life-changing 
ways – accompanied by the scent of Lavender Morning 
perfume. (MF, mF, mf-teens, underage, inc, nc, tg, bd, 
preg)

***

Part 1

At 35, Patricia Owens VanBuskirk was a rich and 
powerful woman whose family came from old money. She 
stood 6 feet tall, with blonde hair done in a short 
bob style. Her large breasts and trim body, even after 
two kids, reflected regular exercise at the exclusive 
Golden Oaks Country Club. A partner in a law firm, she 
was on her third husband, Federal Judge Harold 
VanBuskirk. She had two children; Tiffany Warner, her 
16-year-old daughter from her second marriage to US 
Senator Lawrence Warner, and Evan Jacobs, her 17-year-
old son from her first unfortunate marriage to Steve 
Jacobs, the Owens family chauffeur. 

Tiffany was intelligent, tall and athletic, large 
breasted like her mother. All her life she had been 
adored and well cared for by her doting mother. In 
contrast, Evan was small for his age and timid, his 
quiet personality reflecting his low confidence, poor 
self-esteem and his mother's emotional neglect. 

Although she knew she should have loved him, Patty had 
never emotionally bonded with Evan. He was a hindrance 
to her lifestyle. At 17, Patty would never have 
married Steve Jacobs had she not gotten pregnant with 
Evan, but she and her family were very religious so 
abortion was out of the question. Once Evan was born 
legitimately, Patty's father had the marriage annulled 
and Steve was paid off to sign over custody rights and 
disappear. While nannies cared for Evan, Patty went on 
to college and law school, passed the bar and got 
remarried. However, her resentment towards Steve for 
knocking her up manifested itself in her treatment of 
Evan; over the years Patty had grown to despise him. 
She was constantly ridiculing, denigrating, and 
belittling him. 

Following her mother's example, Evan's baby sister 
Tiffany treated him the same way almost as soon as she 
was old enough to talk. By the time she was ten she 
was taller and stronger than her brother, and made a 
hobby of finding new and cruel ways to dominate and 
humiliate him. She would steal his clothes and towels 
while he was in the shower, forcing him to search 
through the house dripping and naked to find them. 

She would sometimes tie him up to his bed and tickle 
torture him, then straddle him and hump against his 
hardness until he had a sticky mess in his underwear. 
The day she forced him to wear panties and a dress and 
masturbate in front of her best friend Ally while they 
ridiculed him was the worst of his life. He never said 
a word about it to his mother; he suspected she would 
probably just laugh, or worse, make him do it again. 

Evan's life was miserable until his 12th birthday. As 
a birthday gift, Patty asked one of the gardeners to 
take him to a baseball game. During the 7th inning 
stretch when Evan went to get a hot dog, he was 
abducted from the park by his father. It was actually 
a relief to Patty when she got the voicemail from 
Steve telling her he was taking his son back. She 
didn't even report the abduction to the police, she 
was so glad to be rid of him.


Part 2

It was a brisk overcast day when Patty and Tiffany 
walked out of the Galleria Mall after doing some high-
priced Christmas shopping, their arms full of 
packages. Their black stretch limo, however, was 
nowhere to be seen, and Mr. Singh was not answering 
his cellphone. 

Just then a white stretch limo pulled up, the trunk 
popped open, and a driver Patty didn't know jumped 
out. He wore a black suit, white shirt and black tie 
like all the limo drivers did, but was also wearing 
large-lensed mirror sunglasses, which Patty thought 
odd given it was an overcast day. 

"Good afternoon, Mrs. VanBuskirk, Miss Tiffany," he 
said cheerfully. "I'm Stefan, and I'll be your driver 
on the way home today. Your regular driver Mr. Singh 
got sick and went home. He thinks he's coming down 
with the flu and did not want you ladies to become 
ill," he declared, taking their packages and loading 
them in the trunk. (In fact, Mr. Singh was not ill at 
all, at that moment he was 62 miles away receiving a 
lap dance and getting free drinks at the Golden Pony 
Gentlemen's Club courtesy of a VIP guest pass and 
$2000 in cash given to him by his new employer, 
Heavenly Rides Limo Services.) 

There was something familiar about Stefan's voice, but 
Patty couldn't place it. However, he seemed legitimate 
since he knew their names and that their regular 
driver was Mr. Singh. He opened the limo door for 
them, and they slipped inside. Patty noticed this limo 
was a lot more luxurious than the one Mr. Singh 
usually drove, with a white leather interior and 
beautiful gold trim.

As the limo pulled away from the curb, the partition 
between the cabin and the driver's area lowered. "I 
have a little gift, ladies," Stefan called over his 
shoulder, "to make up for any inconvenience caused by 
Mr. Singh's illness." The partition raised to a closed 
position, and a panel opened on the sideboard, 
revealing an expensive bottle of champagne and two 
glasses. Stefan's voice came over the intercom, "Drink 
up, ladies!" Giggling, Tiffany quickly popped open the 
bottle and poured two glasses, handing one to her 
mother.

"Now Tiffany," Patty chided, "you know you're not old 
enough to drink alcohol." Ignoring her mother totally, 
Tiffany quickly drained her glass and poured another.

"Oh, mother, shut the fuck up. I know this brand, it 
costs about $800 a bottle. Alex's parents like to keep 
several bottles in the fridge, so when they're out of 
town we steal a bottle, go down to the marina and 
drink and fuck like minxes on their cabin cruiser. And 
we have this game where I pretend I'm fertile and beg 
Alex not to come inside me. He goes berserk and pumps 
me like an animal. Damn, it's good."

Patty's expression darkened. "Don't joke about getting 
pregnant, Tiffany, ruining your life is not funny. 
You'd better make damn sure you don't miss taking your 
pill every day. I have big plans for you, and they do 
not include a loser's baby in your belly any time 
soon."

Enjoying the fact she was getting under her mother's 
skin, Tiffany persisted. "How about you, Mom, do you 
and the judge ever get freaky? Do you ever dress up in 
his robes and throw the book at him?"

Patty began to glower, as her daughter continued to 
taunt her. "In fact, I've always wondered, if all 
three exes were all waiting outside your bedroom and 
you had to choose just one, which husband would you 
fuck? Oooh, or maybe if my boyfriend were there, could 
we do a mother-daughter tag team? Alex thinks you're 
really hot, you know. Every time you speak to him he 
gets all weird, practically creams his jeans!" 
(Unbeknownst to Tiffany, out of sheer boredom Patty 
had seduced Alex just for a cheap thrill, but when it 
came down to it he was intimidated and couldn't 
perform. Ever since then he'd been mooning like a 
lovesick schoolboy when he was around her, and it was 
becoming tedious.)

Patty's face turned red, and she reached across the 
seat and slapped her daughter. "DAMN it Tiffany, shut 
your little slut mouth!"

Tiffany rubbed her cheek where her mother had struck 
her. Her mother was such a wimp it barely stung, and 
she laughed. "Jesus, mother, take a Valium or 
something, chill out! Shit! You're such a prude 
sometimes!" Tiffany polished off her champagne, and 
poured herself a third glass.

"Who I sleep with or have slept with is none of your 
business." Even as she spoke those words, Patty 
thought about her string of husbands. The Judge was a 
rich and powerful man but mediocre lover at best. Her 
second husband the politician had gotten her pregnant 
with Tiffany so he could tout 'family values', but his 
interests soon returned to his 20-year-old male Senate 
interns.

Patty had to admit her first husband, Steve was a real 
lover. He was as poor as a church mouse, but had a 
whip-thin body, all of it muscle, and a 7" cock that 
she loved to wrap her pussy around. And he wasn't 
afraid to get kinky, which she found out she loved. 
Plus, in spite of the fact that she was knocked up and 
they HAD to get married, she could tell he was crazy 
in love with her. 

He was an unselfish lover, always made sure she had 
plenty of orgasms. When they split up, she was angry 
and resentful, yes, but months after it was over and 
she was in law school she still longed for that cock 
of his. She had even pondered hunting him down for 
some "sex with the ex", but dared not, as her parents 
would have disowned her for sure. Now, for the first 
time in years, she now found herself wondering what 
had become of him.

Disgusted with her daughter and with horny thoughts of 
her ex on her mind, Patty finished her champagne and 
stared out the window. It was then she noticed the 
route they were taking was not the way home. In fact, 
it was the opposite direction. She tried to lower the 
driver partition, but found she was so weak she could 
barely lift her hand. Tiffany, in the meantime, was 
now slumped over and dead to the world. The anesthetic 
gas seeping out of the vents at their feet quickly 
rendered them both unconscious.


Part 3

When she awoke, Patty and her daughter Tiffany lay 
facing away from each other on a bed in some kind of 
state room, naked, gagged and hogtied. Looking around, 
Patty guessed they were on some kind of corporate jet. 
The cabin door opened, and Patty's eyes got wide as 
her ex-husband Steve walked in carrying a riding crop. 
That's when she realized why the driver Stefan's voice 
was so familiar. It had actually been Steve behind 
those huge mirrored shades, but she hadn't talked to 
him in so long she didn't recognize it immediately!

Following Steve was a pretty little girl in a yellow 
sundress and a pair of sandals on her tiny feet. On 
her shoulder was a large designer handbag. She looked 
to be in her mid-teens. Wearing just a hint of makeup, 
her delicate facial features looked a lot like 
Steve's. Patty suspected he may have remarried and had 
a daughter, but this girl would have been born about 
the time they were married. Her skin was pale and her 
long dark hair was parted in the middle, tied in a 
ponytail. Patty detected the faint scent of her 
favorite perfume, Lavender Morning.

Under her cloth gag, Patty began to curse 
unintelligibly at her ex, struggling at her bonds as 
she did so. Steve quickly applied a few hard smacks 
with the riding crop on her tits and ass. This quieted 
her down, although her eyes glared in anger at him. 
"See, I told you she liked to be disciplined," he said 
to the girl. "We were meeting secretly in the hayloft 
above the riding stables, and just as a joke one time 
I smacked her ass with a crop. My god, this innocent 
girl suddenly went crazy, begging me to really spank 
her, so I did! 

And then before I had a chance to put on a condom, she 
was on her back with her legs spread, telling me she 
was a dirty girl and begging me to fuck her hard. And 
that's when the prim and proper debutant Miss Patricia 
Owens got knocked up, thus nearly soiling her 
reputation. A wedding was the only choice, although 
I'm sure tongues wagged and people at the Country Club 
were counting on their fingers when the baby was 
born." Patty's face blushed red. Tiffany's eyes were 
wide with shock. 

Steve smiled. "Yes, Tiffany, your mother was a 
beautiful little slut at your age. And then, getting 
pregnant really kicked her hormones in gear. For 9 
months we were fucking almost constantly until about 
30 minutes before she went into labor. And I was 
smitten by her, couldn't get enough of her. The 
happiest days of my life were those 15 months we were 
together."

Steve paused, and his face darkened, staring at Patty. 
"For the first time in my life I was truly happy, 
crazy in love with my wife and child. Then my father-
in-law stepped in between us. One day told me he 
wanted to talk about my future. Since he was this big-
shot businessman, I looked up to and trusted him. 
Turns out that was a mistake."

The pretty girl had taken a seat in the chair across 
from the bed. Patty and Tiffany were silent as well, a 
captive audience at 30,000 feet. Steve continued, 
waving the crop for emphasis every so often as he told 
his story.

"Mr. Owens took me over to the Country Club, and we 
had a few drinks. Then he asked me what my career 
dream was. I told him I was saving up to run my own 
limo service. I'd call it Heavenly Rides, and my fleet 
would be mostly fuel-efficient 6-passenger limos 
mostly, with a couple of 10-passenger coaches for 
wedding parties. They'd be white with gold-colored 
interiors. I even had a slogan already, 'Heavenly 
Rides – When Angels Don't Feel Like Flying.' My 
company would specialize in weddings but also provide 
airport service during the week."

"Mr. Owens said it sounded like the basis of a decent 
business plan, and that he could help make that dream 
come true for me. Said he could provide the seed 
capital as well as the business advisors to help me 
select the best city to maximize my profits."

"I told him that would be great, but being in a 
different city that would mean Patty and Evan would 
have to move away from the family. I told him I 
wouldn't want that, as my wife was very close to him 
and her mother."

"He reached across the table and shook my hand. He 
said 'Ray, I'm pleased that you care so much about my 
daughter and grandchild. It's obvious you're 
unselfish, a good man at heart. That's why I'm making 
this offer: I'll get your business running and cover 
all your first year expenses, in exchange for you 
agreeing to an annulment."

"It hit me like a ton of bricks. An annulment? I loved 
Patty! And what about our son?"

"Mr. Owens was all soothing, saying, 'Now, now, my 
boy, be realistic. Patty is used to a certain 
lifestyle that at your level you just can't give her. 
How long do you think she'll be happy living on your 
salary? Assuming you can even get a job, that is. I 
mean, I can hardly have you driving for me now, and 
the demand for personal chauffeurs these days is 
pretty low. 

Patty and Evan would have to go through a major life 
change. Her friends are all from extremely wealthy 
families, so as the wife of common laborer, she'd be 
an outcast. Patty doesn't like to live without her 
essentials; trust me, she would grow to resent you and 
make your life absolutely miserable. As for my 
grandson, I assure you he'll have the best of care and 
education, far better than being raised in poverty. 
Besides, my boy, a good-looking guy like you will have 
a new wife in no time.'"

"I came close to punching him out when he said that 
last bit. I loved my wife, and I didn't want another 
one! Then he reached into his coat packet and pulled 
out the papers and says, 'Here are the papers you'll 
need to sign. Take a few days and think about it. Call 
me when you're ready.' As I picked up the papers and 
headed for the door, he called to me. 'Oh, and Ray, 
one more thing. If you choose to sign, I can make good 
things happen for you. If you choose not to sign, I 
will make sure you never work in this town again. It's 
your call.' 

I had no choice, Gregory Owens held all the cards. He 
could ruin just my life, or all of our lives. Two days 
later, to save them from misery, I signed my wife and 
son away. I've regretted it ever since." As he said 
this, tears ran down the face of the quiet girl in the 
chair 

"I left town and, true to his word, Mr. Owens gave me 
seed money and advisors. The business went well. Very 
well, indeed. In fact, I used my limo company to 
incubate several other small businesses in exchange 
for shares of stock options, some of which were quite 
successful. I became a major shareholder in over a 
dozen successful ventures, and a minority shareholder 
in two dozen more. 

"My net worth rose to the point where I was living off 
accrued interest. And that's when I took my son back. 
Sure, I could have gone to court to regain custody, 
but your father's legal team would have tried to drain 
me. Based on your reaction, which was non-existent, it 
looks like I took the correct path."

Steve looked at his watch. "Ah, it seems we are close 
to landing. Ladies, we will continue this story 
later." He gestured to the pretty girl. She took a 
bottle of chloroform and some clean rags out of her 
designer handbag, and soaked the rags. He handed them 
to Steve, who promptly covered Tiffany's face and 
after a brief struggle she went limp.

Patty thought she would be chloroformed as well, but 
instead Steve untied her ankles and her knees, retying 
one ankle to a D-ring on the side of the bed, leaving 
her other leg free. When he took off his pants and 
shorts and she saw his hard cock, it was obvious what 
was going to happen next. Steve put a blindfold on 
her, pulled her leg by the ankle straight up so her 
pussy lips were exposed, then plunged in. He fucked 
her roughly, grabbing and squeezing her large 
unrestrained tits as they flopped around. As he fucked 
his ex-wife he slapped her ass and pinched her 
nipples, plainly using her for his enjoyment alone.

This was not the passionate fucking from her 
infatuated husband that Patty remembered. It was harsh 
to the point of cruel, totally without affection, 
simply using her as a dehumanized instrument of 
pleasure. Pulling and twisting her nipples, stopping 
only long enough to pull her hair, he whispered into 
her ear what a money whore she was, making disparaging 
remarks about her husband the judge's manhood. 
Although her pussy was wet, it was obvious her 
pleasure meant nothing to him. As he thrust into her, 
beneath the gag and blindfold she felt demeaned, 
humiliated, and powerless, and this made her hornier, 
thrusting back the little that the restraints allowed.

As she felt her own climax rising, Steve pulled out, 
leaving her panting through flared nostrils. The cloth 
gag was removed, and she gasped huge lungfulls now. 
Feeling a cock at her lips, she obediently opened her 
mouth to take it in. It was smaller than Steve's, and 
lacking the tangy pussy juice flavor that would be on 
a freshly fucked cock. Oddly, her nose caught the 
scent of Lavender Morning again as she sucked. 

With her expert tongue the smaller cock came quickly, 
and Patty was able to swallow his load of cum fairly 
easily as she heard the tell-tale beep of a recording 
video camera. After pulling his cock out of her mouth, 
she felt the mystery man smear the wet spermy pole on 
her lips, cheeks, and chin. Then the chloroformed 
cloth was pressed to her mouth and nostrils, and she 
slipped back into darkness.


Part 4

Patty awoke to find herself naked, gagged with a 
cloth, and strapped upright to a large free-standing X 
structure, her head on a padded rest at the 
intersection of the two arm uprights. Her wrists and 
ankles were cuffed at each point of the giant X, 
exposing her pussy. 

She heard a moan and crying. She turned her head to 
see her daughter Tiffany a few feet away, naked and 
sitting in a medical wheelchair with her wrists and 
ankles held firmly by restraints, a ball gag in her 
mouth. 

They were in an elegant room with plush carpeting, 
modern paintings on the wall and stylish leather 
furniture. There was a large fireplace with a warm 
fire going. A door opened and Steve walked in with the 
young girl, holding her hand as if she were a simple 
child. Steve wore a long white robe, while the girl 
was wearing an aqua blue skirt and white blouse; she 
was also wearing sheer white thigh-high stockings and 
blue high-heeled shoes. Once again Patty caught the 
scent of Lavender Morning perfume. The girl went over, 
kissed Tiffany's cheek and turned the hospital 
wheelchair to give her a clear view of her mother. At 
the same time Steve walked up to Patty's right side, 
squeezed her still sore tits, and began speaking in 
low tones. 

"Good morning, Patty, and welcome to our home in 
Switzerland. We are well outside the jurisdiction of 
US laws, but you are nonetheless perfectly safe. 
Although you and your father betrayed me and crushed 
my heart, I did love you unconditionally, and still 
kind of do. You won't be harmed, per se, 
just…uncomfortable." 

She heard a noise like a switch being flipped, and the 
X structure tilted from vertical to horizontal so she 
was now on her back. The young girl moved to stand on 
Patty's left side. Her soft hands began to gently 
caress the soft skin on Patty's belly and chest, her 
fingers tracing around the aureole of the older 
woman's nipples, then slipping down to explore the 
older woman's labia. Patty involuntarily moaned with 
pleasure, and finally realized the girl was the source 
of the perfume scent.

Leaning over and looking into her eyes, Steve 
continued. "Let me explain where you are and why. This 
is an exclusive spa and medical clinic in Switzerland, 
not far from my estate in Gstaad. They specialize in 
sex reassignment procedures."

"The first time I came here, it was because of Evan. 
After I liberated him from your loving care, he and I 
got to know each other and he told me his life's 
story. He had no father figure, and a cold unloving 
bitch of a mother. He badly craved her praise, but 
instead received constant criticisms and demeaning 
remarks. Even his own grandfather mocked his 
masculinity, the bastard. Worst of all, though, was 
his beloved baby sister who followed her mother's 
example, tormenting and humiliating him daily. 

By the time I reclaimed him Evan was full of self-
loathing, and had even considered suicide. Thanks to 
your care, my dear ex-wife, my son was now an 
emotional train wreck. Ironically, his bullying sister 
accidentally taught him the only thing that gave him 
solace – being someone else by dressing as a girl."

"After I he came to live with me, we discovered when 
Evan was alone he would sneak into the laundry room 
and steal the maid's clean clothes to wear. By this 
time he was in daily psychotherapy to repair the 
emotional damage you had done to him. During therapy 
he finally revealed his secret, that he didn't want to 
be the boy Evan any more, he wanted to be a totally 
different person. He wanted to be a girl."

"Since happiness had been missing for his life for so 
long, although I was a bit taken aback I nonetheless 
made his wish come true. All the money I have would be 
worth nothing if my child were miserable. I sold all 
my property in the US, transferred my funds to Swiss 
banks, and moved here so we could start fresh in a new 
country. When he turned 13, Evan started taking female 
hormones. Shortly thereafter, we came to this clinic 
where they performed feminine facial surgery to alter 
his face for a more feminine appearance. Prettier than 
that slut daughter of yours, don't you think?"

Patty stared at the girl now, half in shock and half 
in horror. This pretty girl couldn't be Evan, it just 
COULDN'T!

"After his facial surgery, Evan changed his name. In 
spite of your neglect, Patty, Evan has always adored 
you. He especially loved the scent of your favorite 
perfume, Lavender Morning, so much so that he renamed 
himself Lavender. I bought Lavender a new wardrobe, 
and sent her to an exclusive all-girl's school nearby 
so she could learn how to move, speak, and act like a 
natural-born girl. In addition, I had her tutored by 
the young headmistress on other womanly arts. 

"After a year of being a girl, Lavender started 
puberty and asked for small breast implants. We flew 
in one of the world's best plastic surgeons from 
Russia to have her implants done for her. Lavender is 
now incredibly proud of her breasts. She told me they 
felt very real, and asked me to feel for myself. I was 
shocked – If I hadn't paid for them, I would swear 
they were home grown!" Patty looked at Lavender 
smiling shyly, looking at the floor.

"As to the last step, when the time is right, Lavender 
can decide if she wants to undergo sexual re-
assignment surgery. It's entirely her decision, of 
course. As it turns out, many trans-gender women 
actually keep their penises." From the end of the 
platform, Steve moved around to stand behind the 
headrest. 

"Go ahead, dear," he told the girl. Patty turned her 
head to the side, and watched as Lavender removed her 
skirt and panties, folding them neatly and placing 
them on a chair. Her 5" cock was standing up, rigid 
now. She walked around to the base of the X, moving up 
in between the leg pieces so her cock was now rubbing 
in the slit of Patty's pussy. Patty felt herself 
shudder with a combination of horror and involuntary 
pleasure.

"In spite of everything, Evan loved you, Patty. And 
now Lavender loves you." Patty felt the cock enter 
her, sliding in easily, and gasped. Lavender gently 
began to thrust her hard member in and out of her 
mother's wet pussy.

Steve undid his robe belt and shrugged it off his 
shoulders, revealing the well-muscled body Patty 
remembered. "Your father took you and my child away 
from me. As of today, my beautiful slut, I'm taking 
you back. You now belong totally to me. You're no 
longer a society woman. Your career as a high-powered 
lawyer is over, and soon your marriage will be too. 

"My lawyer here in Switzerland has drawn up the 
divorce papers, which you'll sign, asking for divorce 
and no alimony. Once that's done, we'll be married and 
you'll transfer all your money over into my accounts. 
Along with being a wife to me and mother to Lavender 
you'll be a bedwarmer and fucktoy for both of us. And 
you know, my dear, you're still young and fertile 
enough that we'll be able to keep you pregnant and 
cranking out babies for a long time yet."

 "Noooooooooo!" In spite of the pleasure coursing 
through her body, Patty began to howl, but before she 
could say anything else, Steve had unlatched the 
headrest and leaned it backwards, making a straight 
path into her throat for his cock. Forcing her mouth 
open, he shoved his cock in and began pumping. His 
balls slapping her nose as he fucked her throat, she 
struggled against her bonds gasping for breath.

The simultaneous assaults on her throat and pussy 
continued for a few minutes until Lavender let out a 
soft feminine cry, and Patty felt warm cum coat the 
insides of her vagina. A few seconds later Steve 
groaned, dumping his load into her mouth. He managed 
to pull out at the last second so the last few ropes 
of sperm decorated her chin and tits, joining the 
streams of cum that had leaked out of her mouth while 
being throat fucked, flowing down onto her cheeks and 
forehead. Gasping for breath, she felt Lavender's cock 
soften and slip out of her wet cunt.

With one hand Steve lifted Patty's head back to the 
horizontal while he reset the headrest, then replaced 
the cloth gag. As Patty lay there with her eyes closed 
the lavender scent came over her again, and she felt a 
soft kiss on her cheek and heard Lavender's soft voice 
whisper, "I love you Mommy." 

Steve put on his robe again. Having watched the 
ravishment of her mother with wide eyes from the 
wheelchair, Tiffany started another futile struggle 
against her bonds when Lavender turned and walked 
towards her. She inhaled sharply and physically 
recoiled when the tiny smooth hands began cupping her 
tits and teasing her nipples. 

Standing by Patty's side, Steve now spoke just loudly 
enough so both Patty and Tiffany could hear. "Patty, 
take a good look at your little bitch of a daughter. 
Lavender and I have arranged something special for 
her. She's about to become a patient of the clinic for 
about 18 months, and the next time you see her, she'll 
be your son. Don't worry; she'll be perfectly safe. 

The specialists here are not butchers; in fact they're 
the most expensive sex-change physicians in the world. 
Lavender doesn't want Tiffany harmed, she just wants 
Tiffany to experience what she went through." 
Tiffany's eyes were wide with horror now, and she 
struggled against the wheelchair restraints, her 
screaming muffled behind the gag.

"They'll start with breast reduction surgery and chest 
reconstruction so she'll have a male-contoured upper 
body. After that, they'll remove her ovaries and 
uterus. By the way, we did a blood test on her earlier 
- did you know she's about 6 weeks pregnant? Not to 
worry, though, that will be taken care of when her 
uterus is removed." Now Patty's eyes got wide from 
shock and she looked at Tiffany. Seeing the look on 
her mother's face, Tiffany began crying, her desperate 
pleadings unintelligible behind the ball gag.

"While Tiffany is recovering from her surgery, an 
endocrinologist will administer medications to block 
her female hormones and begin administering 
testosterone. She'll start to grow facial, abdominal 
and chest body hair, and larger thigh muscles. Her 
voice will deepen, her shoulders and chest will 
broaden, and so on. When she's gotten used to her new 
body, the clinic will initiate gender transformation 
surgery and give her a penis. At that point, I'll 
return her to her son-of-a-bitch grandfather. We'll 
see how he likes that"

Terrified of what was about to happen to her, Tiffany 
became hysterical, frantically struggling against her 
restraints, crying and screaming for her mother 
beneath the gag. Lavender walked over to the 
wheelchair and lovingly stroked Tiffany's hair. She 
whispered gently, "Don't be sad, Tiffany. Now you'll 
get to be the grandson our grandfather always wanted!"

No longer screaming now, Tiffany looked into 
Lavender's eyes and tried to plead beneath the gag. 
Moved by her love for her sister, Lavender removed the 
gag. Taking several gulps of air, Tiffany spoke 
quickly, her voice low and pleading. "Please, Evan, 
please don't do this! I'm sorry I was so mean to you, 
I'll make it up to you somehow, I swear, but please, 
please don't make me kill my baby! It had nothing to 
do with this, please don't make me have an abortion!"

Moved by her sister's pleading but not sure what to 
say, Lavender looked at her father. "Daddy," she said 
softly, "I don't want to abort Tiffany's baby. This 
will be my niece or nephew. Can't we wait to change 
Tiffany until after the baby is born?"

Steve walked over to his daughter and took her hand. 
"If it will make you happy, Lavender, then that's the 
way it will be. Rescheduling the doctors and surgeons 
will cost us a fortune, but if it's what you want, 
that's what we'll do."


Epilogue – 8 months later

At the sound of the baby crying, Patty slowly rose 
from the bed, cum dripping down her chin and her skin 
moist with sweat from the fucking she had just 
received. "The baby is hungry, I need to nurse her," 
she told her husband. Steve marveled at how beautiful 
she was, her naked belly swollen 8 months into her 
pregnancy. He also admired the stripes on her ass from 
the caning he gave her every week. 

With the proper discipline, his bride had learned to 
be a good little obedient wife. She had begun 
lactating a few weeks before Tiffany gave birth; the 
baby was now thriving from nursing on her mother and 
grandmother's swollen teats. In the meantime Lavender 
had taken Tiffany into her bed, and even now he could 
hear the sounds of their fucking in the bedroom down 
the hall. 

A few weeks after the baby was born, Steve had started 
to reschedule Tiffany's sex reassignment, but Lavender 
broke the news. His sister was pregnant again, and 
once again they would have to wait until the baby was 
born. Steve laughed to himself. Like a modern-day 
Scheherazade, Tiffany was avoiding her fate by getting 
pregnant again. He had no doubt this would continue, 
and between his fertile wife and her daughter they 
would eventually have a house full of babies, and 
Lavender would finally have the family she deserved.

The End

Comments? brewski@gmx.us

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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