Chapters are numbered!

Animal Xing by Cnote

Chapter 1: Turnip of Events

"Attention Residents! Today is the Fishing Tournament!" Isabelle's perky voice came over the loudspeaker as I stepped out of my house. It always amazed me how she knew exactly when I had just left my house so that she could time her announcements like that. She was always on top of things, so it doesn't surprise me if she has things planned to such precision.

Isabelle is the backbone of our little town of Townnamehere. Me, being mayor only in an official function, she was the town's leader in everything but name. Despite the sleepy little town of Townnamehere having less than 30 residents in total, it was still a lot of work, and Isabelle was always up for it, always there for the town, and by that extent, me.

Though I had been thrust into the position after getting off the train, it became a life I quickly loved. The residents accepted me with open arms, giving me full control of the town on my second day as mayor. A local merchant lent me money to build a house within 10 minutes of my arrival. I had inherited a lot of problems, but we as a community had overcome them. I built infrastructure; windmill power stations, a lighthouse, roads I had studied in my dreams and brought to real life. Flowers no longer grew all over, but in complex and in simple patterns across the town. Townnamehere pears became a delicacy, but I still yearn for the day I find a perfect one.

Commerce flourished. Townnamehere became the best shopping center for five towns in either direction on the near infinite railroad that goes across the country. With prosperity came more people, and with more people came more talents, more resources and more people asking me to shake fruit off a tree for them.

While the typical villager in my town cared mostly for their day to day jobs which mostly included fishing, catching bugs and asking me to do their jobs for them, a few humans did move into my town. They, thankfully, took much of the burden of doing chores off of me. Two other humans lived here.

Maddy, a girl from a town named Hyrule 10 towns to the east. She was about my height and always seemed to be smiling about something, constantly wore a green dress and had shortish brown hair that seemed to stick out on either side. She kept mostly to herself, only appearing to go on walks with Penelope or Skye, to official town functions like the Fishing Tournament. While she was considered a loner by the town, her job as the official Town Gardener is one she took seriously. The day after I had assigned it to her, she yelled at me in front of Isabelle for planting some flowers in the wrong place.

Then the other girl, a girl we only knew as Pink. Isabelle assures me that is her real name as its on her ID Card that she made for her, so we call her that. Like her name, her hair was a bright pink that she kept in a ponytail, and she always seemed to wear the same red jacket over a white dress.

Isabelle had told me that Pink was a frequent visitor to the town, having camped here many times and then moved in on Isabelle's suggestion. Odd how I'd never met her, but Isabelle was ultimately the power around town and I took her word for most everything.

Pink moved here just four short months ago, on the third anniversary of my advent to mayor. Like other villagers she was given a small loan to purchase some land. She immediately purchased land within sight of my house after learning I was the mayor. Then she pitched her tent and she greedily snatched up everything that she could to sell for bells. Flowers, much to Maddy's disdain, sea shells. I gave her my bug net and she ran around town hunting bugs in a frenzy. Shaking trees, and getting attacked by the bees didn't deter her. She faced down the very second hive she disturbed and captured them. It had taken me months to work up the courage to do that.

After all of her efforts, on Sunday morning at 6 AM on the nose I watched her take a large sack of bells to the train station and waited for Joan. Joan was a woman who sold turnips, and turnips had wildly fluctuating values. She bought as many as she could, went into the train station, came back out, got another armful, back in. Then strangely enough, she just went back into her tent without saying a word to anyone, snubbing even Bob, our town goofball. Twice a day she'd run to the recycling center and back, not saying hello to anyone. On Thursday of that week, Isabelle expressed concern for her health, so we visited her. After knocking on the tent door she invited us in, and inside we saw piles of turnips; all around her with a small sleeping space in the middle. Turnips stacked to the ceiling. In the space in the middle she had a little computer, a few books, a calculator and a blanket and pillow, with the net I'd given her sticking out of one of the piles.

I asked her if she was alright, and if she wanted to borrow enough money to start construction of the actual house, but she politely declined and simply patted her turnips and gave a knowing smile. She was patient, she said, and she always knew how to get what she wanted.

"Pink, I forgot to have you sign this at City Hall, by the way." Isabelle had said, giving her a form. Pink read it over and nodded up at Isabelle, then handed it back to her.

"Do you understand, Pink? Read it carefully. Make sure you get it all down." Isabelle said politely, Isabelle had her back to me so I couldn't see her face."

"I do. Thank you Isabelle." Pink smiled up at her.

We finally managed to pry her out with the promise of coffee, but she merely accepted the cup and went back into her tent.

On Friday night, she was seen running back and forth between the llama's recycling shop. Turnips in hand on the way, sacks of bells on the way back. On Sunday, she repeated this entire process. On Tuesday, she had sold all of her turnips again and disappeared back into her tent, her only visitor being Isabelle.

On a Wednesday evening 2 weeks after she had arrived, we saw her loading up wheelbarrows full of turnips onto the train. She gave me a smile and explained to me that she had bought the entire train car's worth of seats for her turnips.

By Thursday morning, her tent had turned into a mansion. I spoke to Nook about this, he had said she had forwarded the nearly 10 million bells needed to fully upgrade her house the day previous. In cash, upfront, including overtime for the rush job. Her mailbox became so stuffed full of letters containing furniture they spilled onto the ground. The Nooklings had said that Pink had come in and ordered entire sets of furniture, enough to fully furnish five rooms. I remember staring awestruck at her house, which was now as large as mine. I'd saved my bells for nearly 3 years, and she'd done it in 3 weeks.

On Friday morning, Isabelle and I had come to the decision that we wanted her to overlook the finances of the town. She'd be a great asset to Townnamehere. Both Isabelle and I invited her to City Hall, where she sat in my chair and put her feet up and smiled at our offer. Then something that would grate me every time I heard it.

"I don't want to be the treasurer. I want to be the mayor." Pink said calmly, wiggling slightly in my chair and leaning back, her brown loafers on my desk.

Isabelle spoke up. "But Anon here is the mayor. We can't have two mayors!" She went to her own desk and started shuffling through a desk drawer, looking for the charter of laws.

"You may run against me in an election of course, but I love my job, and I've worked hard to make the town what it is." I smiled at her, being polite as I could.

"I'll buy you out of your chair then. Name a price." Pink said seriously, leaning forward in my chair and looking into my eyes. "It will be hush hush. You get the money, you'll leave the town and I'll accept the role of mayor."

I shook my head. "I could never do that to my friends or my town. You're obviously good with money, but what proof do I have you'd take care of it?" I crossed my arms and returned her stare, trying to look stern but not aggressive.

"You'd be surprised how many bells I have, maaayor." Pink used air quotes around 'mayor.' "Only two bridges, no fountains, statues or any art to speak of. Lots of flowers yes, Maddy does a good job of that. Even your town hall is in desperate need of an update." Pink pointed to the old windows, barely sticking on, and knotholes in the paneling on the walls. "Your infrastructure sucks, and I can fix it. All I ask is that you give me the title."

I clenched my fist. She was dangling her money over me as if I was to be bought, or worse, insulting my efforts of the last few years simply because she had managed to drum up a fortune in under a month. "You are right. Money is in short supply around here, and your money would help immensely. However I must still decline. We're a small town and having everything upgraded all at once would stir things up too much. Not to mention the loads of paperwork on Isabelle."

Isabelle snapped up to attention and brought a roll of paper over, it being the Town Charter. "Mayor, its right here. You can give her the title if you want, but I don't think it would look good. Pink get lots of money, you disappear..." She put her paw under her chin and looked up in thought. "It would look sneaky."

"I agree. I'm sorry Pink. I'm sure Isabelle will help you register to run against me come the fall..." I was cut short by Pink standing up and standing before me, her stomping every step.

"You will appoint me mayor, this instant!" She looked me right in the eye, her hands on her hips, and while her words were angry, she herself calm. "Leave it to a man to be so stubborn about this! Its obvious that the town needs money right now and I'm the woman to do it. Stubborn like a mule!"

"No. I said that you-" She shoved past me and stormed out, an exasperated sigh as she left.

Isabelle and I sat at our desks for awhile, not saying anything. Isabelle finally broke the silence. "That could have went better. I am glad though, Mayor. You kept your promise to keep our town's best interests in mind." She smiled cutely at me.

"You think she'd be a good mayor?" I said after a long silence. "She obviously has ambition and the means. I may even vote for her myself." I chuckled. I glanced out the window and I saw Pink walk by, still obviously angry but hiding it behind an odd serene face. She shook the pine tree right outside the window and a beehive fell. She looks down at it and screamed the bees flew away. Then she picks up the beehive and stormed off. "I don't think you'd enjoy working with her too much."

"She has passion and she knows what she wants. Both are good qualities I think Mayor." Isabelle, always trying to be the one to keep people together, defending her. "Though I don't know how much I could reign her in if she was told she couldn't do something. But that won't happen. Even if she ran against you, you'd win. We, the villagers, myself, we all know how much you've done for us."

I nodded and sighed. The next few days were rocky, but also good for the town. Mysteriously we met every single town project nearly immedeatly after each one was setup. It was obviously Pink; the villagers never put more than 100 bells at a time in, Maddy didn't like developed towns and had fought against most things I'd built, and it certainly wasn't me. As mayor I felt I should go and thank her. I wished Isabelle could do it, but she was busy as always. I also felt I should apologize for putting her intentions into question. By investing in the town she at least proved she had intention of staying here, and that was a good start.

I slowly approached her mansion and knocked on the door. The knock seemed to echo within the building. After a moment I raised my hand to knock again, and Pink opened her door, a smile on her face turning business neutral when she saw who it was. She folded her arms and stood in her doorway, expecting me to speak.

"Pink, first off I want to apologize if I was mean to you the other day. I realize now what I said could be taken in the wrong way. I am sorry." I repeated, then I offered my hand for a handshake. She looked down at it and seemed to process the words, then she smiled a bit too widely for my taste, then took my hand and shook it.

"I also apologize. I'm glad we have such a strong willed mayor, to not be lured by money like that." She smiled again at me. "But I suppose you aren't here to appoint me to mayor, are you?"

"No. I'm here to thank you for your contributions to Townnamehere. The train station was nearly falling apart, and the new street lights made Officer Copper get off my back about the town being too dark at night." I smiled at her, now feeling awkward, as I had nothing else to say really. I looked around for something to talk about, but her house was dark inside and 'the weather' was too cliche. "So ahh...yeah. I don't have a plaque or anything for you. But if you should need anything from me, short of naming you mayor," I put the joke across with a smile, "Let me know. Anything that helps my town is a favor to me."

I'll never forget that smile, wide with just a hint of teeth, like an animal staring at a meal. "Of course. No problem at all, Mayor...and if YOU should need anything, anything at all, for the town of course, do not hesitate to come to me." Pink slowly backed into her door and closed the door with a click. I simply shook my head and wandered back to my house, which was not too far off.



**Chapter 2: Pink Goes All-in**



Pink later accepted the role of treasurer, and she did her job well. I could tell she never stopped wanting my chair though. She and Maddy didn't mix well, but they co-existed peacefully enough, especially when Maddy's Flower Clock was funded. Isabelle appreciated the energy Pink brought to the office. Work was getting done, projects funded. Despite myself, I began to feel intimidated by her. She was everything she had said, and more. On more than one occasion she had usurped my job of placing new projects, going over my head, and Isabelle didn't seem to mind, strict as she was about policy.

Elections were held 2 weeks ago. Pink did not run against me and even voted for me. I couldn't understand what her game was. I was being paranoid perhaps, but she had never spoken of being mayor again after the argument in the office.

Today, with our third bridge being dedicated, Pink herself cutting the ribbon, with my blessing of course. With the fishing tournament on, that was the last bit of business I had that day, giving me an effective 3 day weekend. It was also the last fishing tournament before the snows would come.

Of course, I had a mantle full of trophies. I was expected to participate anyway. I considered just using a fish from my collection in my aquarium at home, but I knew what Chip did with them and I didn't want my pets getting eaten.

Up and down the river I walked, the river going from the northwest corner to the exact middle of the southern part of town, where it emptied in the ocean. My house was on the second bend, where it went from south to east, and I hovered around there. I just needed one entry, but no fish seemed to be appearing.

"Come on, fish. I have a lot of music to listen to today." I muttered, eying the water for more fish shaped shadows. I saw another bobber in the water. I looked across the river. Pink was there, having quickly looked away when I looked at her; I had caught her looking at me. "Are you going to win this one? I have won 5 of them in a row you know."

Pink smirked at me, then tugged on her line and shouldered her golden fishing rod, which she claimed to have bought. "I didn't participate in the last one because I didn't want the stubborn boy to lose."

I returned the jab. "I've never lost to a girl before. Bob is the only one who's ever beaten me and he just got lucky." I said with pride.

She gave me another smile and walked off to the north, her dress fluttering slightly in the wind. "We'll see then. By the end of the day, you'll be looking up at me in surrender." She called over her shoulder, then she stopped to chat with Freya who had taken up the spot next to hers.

I wanted to shout after her, but realized it would just be petty at this point and I went east, towards the large bend in the river where the targeted Black Bass would be. Finally spotting the fish, or a fish that was the same size, I cast my line and I waited.

Then Shari snuck up behind me. "Hey sweetie, how's your fishing going today? Eep eep!"

I jumped a little, but I managed to not startle the fish. "I'm fine. Whats the latest news?"

"You want to buy a Flowery Painting from me? I need to move it fast. Its not like its stolen or anything. Eep eep!" The monkey villager showed me a leaf that was in fact a painting. "4500 bells?"

Shari, of all my villagers, was the one I'd most likely see running into trouble with the law. But the museum's art collection was nearly complete in no small part of her, so I didn't pay too close attention or ask any questions. "You bet!" I nodded and handed her the bag of precisely counted bells, then she handed me the painting, which I pocketed.

"You're the best. Thanks sweetie!" Shari started to whistle the town's theme and walks off towards her house across the bridge.

While I was distracted, I saw Pink across the pool, holding up a Black Bass, I noticed my bobber had no fish around it. She didn't say a word, smiled at me innocently and walked off.

I cursed my inattentiveness and decided I'd just catch the next one and not even bother measuring it. I threw my bobber back in and leaned against a tree and waited. I closed my eyes and nodded off. I wasn't in a hurry.

At 5 PM, the sun was moving over the ocean and sunset was soon. The town bell sounded 5 times indicating the hour. I still had no fish, but I'd decided to take a nap instead. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, scanned the water and threw my line back in. I immediately got a bite, yanked on the line and I had my Black Bass. I smirked to myself. Things always worked out.

I crossed the bridge and approached Chip, the walrus who ran the Fishing Tournament. He eyed my fish and he licked his lips. "I'll measure that fish for you, but I can't give it back afterwards!"

I nodded and handed the fish over to him, where he measured it. "We have a new record! Your fish is the biggest one yet! Here, take this." He handed me a fish themed table, which I pocketed. I already had one so I had to pretend I was thrilled.

"Chip, what are the standings?" I asked with half interest. I knew I'd win, like I always had. The nap trick always worked.

"Third place is Maddy, and second place is Penelope. Only an hour left."

Pink's voice came out behind me, startling me. "You're just now entering your fish, Anon? Thats lazy. Typical boy behavior. Take a nap, expect a big fish to fall in your lap!" She met my stare with a smirk. "You should just give up. Enjoy your silver trophy." She gave a Black Bass to Chip, who began to measure it.

Isabelle then came on over the loudspeaker. "Would Mayor Anon please come to City Hall? Treasurer Pink as well." She sounded rattled.

I looked to Pink and we both walked north to City Hall, her slightly ahead. She held the door open for me in an exaggerated show of chivalry. "After you, SIR." Another sneer.

Isabelle was crying. An open letter was on the desk. She held it out with her paw to me, not saying a word. Pink rounded the desk and pat her on the back, whispering that its alright. But after I skimmed the letter, I realized it was not alright.

After due legal process, we, the Court of Doubutsunomori, have determined that the town of Townnamehere is in default of taxes back 12 years. The following sum must be paid in full, or the town will be seized as per the contract line... I decided to skim the rest, looking for a number. And then I wished I hadn't found it.

"Isabelle, how can we not have ever paid any taxes?" I asked quietly, not wanting to upset her.

"I honestly didn't know we had to pay them! I thought towns collected taxes!" Isabelle looked up from her desk. "I've already ran the numbers. The entire town's properties if sold at market value would cover only 80% of it. And then we'd all have to leave..." Isabelle looked back down. "I have 6000 bells in my savings account if that will help..."

I read the number aloud. "Eighty-five million, six-hundred and forty thousand, one hundred and seven bells. Thats about 5 years of a budget. Could they really take the town away and sell it?"

Isabelle nodded. "Yes. Its what happened to Maddy's town. Hyrule doesn't exist any more!"

I shook my head and sat down in my chair, rubbing my temples. "Pink, you have any ideas?"

Pink put her hand on her chin and stroked it. "Well, I have enough cash to cover it. I don't know how comfortable you are accepting it from me though." She smiled at me, knowingly, the same smirk on her face as usual.

A chill ran down my spine. Accusations immediately came forth. How had they figured out that our small podunk of a town hadn't paid taxes for 12 years? I did my best to disguise my suspicions. "Pink, I know its a lot, but for the sake of Townnamehere..."

"Don't worry Mayor. I have over a billion bells to my name. I can take the brunt. Least I could do for all of you who put up with me, and took care of me when I was in that little tent." Her smiled widened at me, but was interrupted by Isabelle hugging her from behind.

"Oh, thank you Pink! Thank you!" Isabelle said, holding back her tears. Pink turned and hugged her, then pivoted so she was facing me. Still smiling, her eyes triumphant.

With that I knew it was her. She'd been the one to tip them off. She'd been the only one who'd looked at the books that closely. Another chill down my spine. I knew there'd be something. Her not telling me was the worst. Would I lose my town? How could I have missed this. I looked back at my desk, at the letter. It had been delivered a week previous, and the due date was today. I'd have wagered anything that she orchestrated this. "Pink, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for this. I'd like to have you over for dinner at my house this evening, after the Fishing Tournament ends." I took my only option. If I offered to host the negotiation, she might feel obligated to give up something. She had me by the balls here.

"I'd love that. I'll just get proper paperwork going, and get that money transferred A.S.A.P." She smiled innocently at me. "After I win my trophy of course."

"Right, the trophy. We can't let the villagers know, would just make them panic. Ceremony should be soon. Isabelle, are you ready for an appearance or do you need a minute?"

Isabelle shook her head, sniffling. "I need to dry up. I'll find the information Pink needs while you two go." She waved us off, frantically searching through files for the payment information.

Pink and I left the Hall and walked south. I was biting my lip to keep from losing my cool and thus any edge at the negotiations I knew were coming. "I do appreciate what you're doing."

Pink took my hand and spun me around, then looked me dead in the eye. "Do not think for a moment that amount of money will come cheaply, Mayor. Lets go claim our trophies, and we'll go to my house. Do anything but that and I'll call it off."

So there it was. I wondered what else she wanted. She held onto my hand and we continued towards the town center. "I also want sincere congratulations on my powerful victory. You'll also admit that girls are better. In front of everyone. You need to be knocked down a peg or two, and that will be a good start." She said with a calm, practiced tone. How long had she been planning this? Probably from the day I told her she couldn't be mayor.



***Chapter 3: Second Place is First Loser***



"And in third place, with a tasty Black Bass, Penelope!"

I clapped for the small mouse girl who hopped up on the podium and accepted her bronze trophy.

It then occurred to me. How did she know she was going to win? I suppose we'd learn in a moment.

"And in second place, with a delectable Black Bass, Anon!"

I tried to look surprised, but I felt it came off as more disappointed than surprised. I walked up to the podium, gave a big cheesy smile and accepted my silver trophy. Only the second loss I'd taken in my tenure as mayor. I still bowed and thanked everyone for their applause.

Pink was staring at me the entire time, that same smile plastered on her face. She knew who was going to win. And finally, our first place contender, with a whopping and delicious Black Bass, is what he'd say.

"And finally, our first place contender, with a whopping and delicious Black Bass," Chip paused for effect. Pink had already taken her first step towards the podium. "Pink!"

Pink hopped up on the podium and did a curtsey to the crowd with her little red and white dress, then looked down at me. Triumphant. She put her hand on her hip as if expecting something, then turned back to the crowd and accepted her Gold Trophy.

"Wonderful job, Pink. Its nice to finally have some competition, and from a girl no less!" I said loudly, hoping that was adequate. The look on her face was anything but thrilled. For a half a second I saw a faint hint of rage, but she quickly covered it up with a warm smile and waved to the crowd. She said nothing, just kicking me once while everyone was distracted by Penelope celebrating.

After we mingled with the crowd for awhile, Pink and I went back to City Hall. Isabelle already had the papers ready and just needed Pink to sign them. Isabelle looked up at Pink with hopeful eyes, smiling brightly. The savior of the town!

Pink leaned down to sign it, then looked back at me for a moment. Her eyes were focused and her hand was shaking, her bottom lip being bitten. I undoubtedly was in for it. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Then I caught her mouthing a phrase to me. No negotiation. Surrender.

I looked down and away from her. This was all my fault. I should have known the taxes were there, but I was always so grateful that we made a balanced budget I never went looking for more expenses. True it had been for 9 years previous to my tenure, but that debt was not impossible to pay off presuming generous installments. Did little to allay my anger at Pink for setting this up.

Pink signed the paper in a fancy, flowing motion, then picked up the paper and blew on it to dry the ink, then gave it back to Isabelle. "I believe you promised me dinner, Anon." She put her sweet smile back on and took me by the arm and walked us out, before we could say goodbye to Isabelle.

I walked along side her, not exactly going with her but not resisting either. I'd be getting a bell busting of my life when we got to her house. I wish she had agreed to my house. At least then they could identify the body.

She was eerily silent as we walked down the block path to the northern most bridge. I clung to her as we crossed the bridge, not putting even murder above her right now, but we made it across. Finally at her house, she unlocks the door and points inside, still silent. I swallowed and sighed deeply, then balled my fists and went in, ready to get yelled at.

She had a large living room, but conspicuously plain. Just a coffee table with two plush chairs diagonally set to it. She pointed to one of the chairs and indicated for me to sit, and I did. She went to a small kitchenette in the corner and got a pair of drinks, sat them down on the coffee table and then sat down opposite of me. She took one of the glasses, appeared to be fruit juice, and she sipped it. Pink opened her mouth as if she was to say something, but then held it back. Long, awkward silence. It was almost worse than any yelling she could do. She finally spoke after nearly 10 minutes, told by the only clock on the wall.

"So. You understand your position." Pink said, her hand no longer shaking. She indicated that I should drink from the glass like her.

"I am pretty sure of it yes. But it was you who tipped them off, wasn't it?" I asked, knowing that I probably couldn't get a worse hand at this point, so I may as well go all in. I took the fruit juice and sipped on it, it tasted heavily of peach.

"Yes I did." She confirmed, then she stared at me as if she expected me to speak again.

"You don't think that's a little underhanded?" Her neutral expression scared me more than anything else about the situation, but the juice was oddly soothing.

"It was, yes. But so was demeaning every female in that ceremony. And buying stolen art from Shari." Pink set her glass down, it halfway full, then leaned back and joined her hands together. "For a man who so desperately loves his town, you sure are doing bad things to keep it going. You also slept all day instead of actually trying to win the tournament. I operate within the law, and you do not. Therefore, you are the scum here. Repeat that, boy."

I looked at her incredulously. "I am scum?"

"Yes. You are. Tell me the truth Anon. Why do you think you're here?" She stood up and turned her back to me, her hands clasped behind her.

"You want me to give you the title of Mayor. You also probably want me to leave town." I said, sharing what I thought was the most likely candidate.

"You are wrong. As usual, dumb, stupid boy." She seemed to spit it out. "You have been outplayed. You have no chips to gamble with. All it would take is one phone call from me to cancel that check I wrote. Do you understand your position now, you idiot?" She stood over me, staring down at me. "You claim to love your town, yet you make Isabelle, Maddy and I do all of your work for you. I started doing most of your job, and you didn't even attempt to stop me. You sleep all the time. You get angry at the drop of a hat. You claim to be generous but only when others are watching. Do you think we are your personal slave harem, Anon?"

I listened to each of her points, and while I did agree that I did most of them, I never intentionally shirked my work, and things always got done, presuming I was aware they needed to be. "You seemed to want to do it. I thought it would make you happy to take on some of it."

"No. I did it because you weren't. We've nearly doubled the amount of projects since your time as Mayor began just in my time as treasurer. Townnamehere owes me, and since you love it so much, or claim to at least, that means you owe me." Pink said matter of factually, sitting back down in her chair.

"I will do whatever you need me to do. Let me prove myself to you." I took another sip of the drink, it strangely addicting. The perfect balance of sweetness and tartness. In any other situation I'd have asked what was in it.

"Yes, yes you will. You claim to love your town. I don't care for petty titles. But from today forward, you may consider yourself a puppet. You will do what I tell you. You will do so without question, and you will tell no one about this. Not a single detail. Not even to Isabelle. I'd hate to have her lose her favorite dolly..." She said with a menacing tone.

She had just threatened my puppy secretary. "You would never hurt her!"

"I wouldn't. But if you do anything, she'll find her seashells broken, her dollies missing and maybe even her favorite juice has gone bad..." Pink took an ominous tone and sat on the couch next to me and undid the collar of my shirt.

I immediately recoiled. "What are you doing? Don't do that!"

Pink rolled her eyes and slapped me. "Its going to start getting hot in here. You'll need your air. Finish your drink and I'll show you what I...demand...of you..." Pink stuck her finger under my shirt and started to draw little circles.

Having not expected this, I quickly finished my drink and wrapped my hands around her waist, pulling her close. She yawned and looked at her watch, then started counting down from seven.

"Seven, six, five..." Pink said loudly. That same knowing smile on her face. Her distraction had worked perfectly.

"What...what happens in..." And then it hit me, the world started to spin. My vision clouding, the ceiling of the room going dark, the only light I could see was from the ceiling fan.

"Stupid boys. Always thinking with their gyroids." She muttered to herself as I passed out.

Time passed. Not sure how much, but it was dreamless and it was dark. I wasn't sure if I was conscious until the light above me turned on.

"Where am I...what is this..." I moved to cover my eyes with my hand, but my wrists were locked in place above my head. I realized I was tied spread eagle to whatever I was laying on. A few test struggles later only proved that my bonds were made of metal, and each time I fought them they cut into my ankles, my wrists and around my neck. I lifted my back as most as I could, but there was also a strap around my waist. The cool air suddenly made me catch my breath; I was nude as well. I instinctively tried to cover up, but the bonds on my legs made it so I couldn't close them to cover my genitals, nor were my hands able to do so. I lay there and stared up at the light, listening to her chew on something.

"Well, you figured out you're tied down. That's a good first step."

Out of the corner of my eye I could make out Pink, who was sitting on a stool to my right. She was eating a pear and was almost done with it. She took another bite as she watched me.

Pink said after she swallowed the bite of pear. "Do you have any stupid questions? I'm sure you do. You won't be missed for a few days so we have lots of time." She crossed her legs and steadied herself on the stool with her left hand, her right still holding her nearly eaten pear.

"Why am I tied down?"

"Dumb question number 1. You are tied down because its much harder to do what I'm going to do to you if you aren't. Makes it easier you see." Pink took another bite of her pear and chewed it slowly.

"What are you going to do to me then?" I asked, panic edging into my voice. A myriad of thoughts flooded in. Am I going to die? Is she going to tattoo something on my chest? Is she going to do weird things to me, or to my butt?

"Dumb question number 2. Surprising. I'll give you the long version." She hopped off her chair and pulled what looked like a gas tank over. A long ribbed tube come out of it from the top. She began to fiddle with the apparatus and connected a clear plastic breathing mask, like ones I'd seen used to knock a patient unconscious in a hospital. "I do not want to be mayor. I honestly think you'll be an adequate puppet. And you'll take all the blame should something go wrong. All the reward, none of the risk. So enjoy your title. If you resist I will make this much worse."

I panicked and I turned my head away from her, then decided to scream for help at the top of my lungs. No echo from the room could be heard. She seemed more annoyed than scared, wrapped the breathing mask around my face, covering my nose and mouth, then balled her fist and punched me just below the ribs, knocking the wind out of me. I tried to breathe as the air was forced out of my lungs, but I gasped like a fish out of water for a moment.

She tightened the mask around my face and she said with an oddly gentle tone. "Go on, breathe deeply. You'll be breathing in a special sedative I had designed. In a few minutes you'll barely be able to move, but you'll feel everything. So breathe deep and relax."

I didn't want to breathe, I could already smell that there was something in the air. She undid a nozzle on the apparatus and a small hissing sound came from it. Pink checked to make sure it was working then looked down at me and said, "Breathe in, breathe out." She said in a soft, gentle tone, repeating her command as she ran her hand up and down my chest.

My lungs were on fire from holding my breath. I had to breathe, but I knew what would happen. I thought maybe I could hold my breath long enough to pass out. My body denied me this and I took a quick breath. I could taste the chemical laced in the air, it was slightly sour. I tried to shake the mask off by that only made my head hurt. My panic made me breathe in deeply a few times, my lungs being flooded with the sour smell. She nodded and pat my head as I breathed it in and out. My panic began to calm, my limbs began to fall asleep. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, but I couldn't pass out. My body became heavy, and the light shining in my eyes suddenly didn't seem so bright.

"Thats a good boy. Much better isn't it. I promise, that there will be no more pain if you don't resist any more. Do you understand? Of course you do." Pink ran a fingernail up and down my right arm, pins and needles. "So I don't want to be mayor. My issue is, Anon." Pink sat down next to me on the table I was strapped to, finishing her pear. "Is that you are a boy, and I know that boys let their pride get in the way of what needs to be done. You just couldn't admit you lost without getting a jab in at my expense at the Fishing Tournament, could you?"

I nodded dumbly, then spoke through the mask after a long, inadequate breath. "I'm sorry..."

"Yes of course now you're sorry. But the pride is still there. We'll have to remove that. In short, you will be mayor, but I feel a woman should be mayor. So something has to change." Pink ran her finger down to just above my genitals, which were limp from either the drug or my terror. "No I won't cut them off. You wouldn't learn anything that way. No my sweet, little Anon." She licked her lips, as if she was enjoying this. "I'm going to make you a promise. I promise to you, little boy, that you'll start thinking, acting, and wanting to be a girl. You will crave it. After awhile you'll resent your time as a boy and look forward to being treated like a girl."

"I don't...want to..." I took a few breaths. Each one only deepened my stupor, each breath robbed me of my strength and made the world fuzzy and dim. I wanted desperately to escape, but the bindings kept me held fast, the sour drug making my body compliant and warm.

"Doesn't matter what you want. I accepted your unconditional surrender. Now, the first thing we have to do. Your skin must be smooth and soft all over." She held up a small, gleaming steel razor, then set it aside and started mixing shaving cream in a small cup. "Don't resist. If you move suddenly something might get chopped off."

I tried to withdraw from her, but I only got about an inch away. She once again balled her fist and knocked the wind out of me and I settled, accepting I was trapped at her mercy. My final act of defiance: "You're...you're sick...sick in the head..."

"Shhh...be still. You don't have much body hair so this will be easy." Pink decided to start with my legs, and lathered up everything between the binding on my ankle and my knee. The blade came out, she showed it to me then I could feel it quickly move up the leg, very close to the skin but without pain. She had done this before. "Your feet are small for your height, you know that? I'd say that's an indication of something, but I already know." She giggled at my expense and continued her work, undoing the ankle binding so she could get the back half of my lower leg.

I grunted at her but I didn't dare move my legs. I tried to relax. I listened to her voice in an attempt to keep a grip on reality. Odd how the one tormenting me was the one I needed to stay sane. I could immediately feel the cool air on my freshly shaven shin. It sent goosebumps up my side and I gasped into the mask, then laid back and focused on breathing, a mouthful of the slightly sour drug each time.

"You're being a good girl you know. Doing what you're told. Do you like meek, helpless women Anon? I hope so, because thats what you're turning into. You don't even have the courage to fight back." She giggled again at my position and finished with my lower leg, then reattached the ankle binding on the now smooth skin which made it dig in deeper, and made the cold steel smart even more. "Don't resist me. It'd be really easy to sever an artery here." She warned again, lathering up my thighs. She paid special attention to my inner thigh, looking at my cock as she did. It behaved as she seemed to want it to, then she continued her work with the sharp steel blade. "Course you don't want to resist. Tell me, Anon...or Ann. Ann works. Tell me Ann. Have you ever been touched by a girl like this before?"

I shook my head. "I've never...been with..." I could feel my eyes welling up despite my best efforts to keep from it happening. I dare not move my legs, despite hating what she was doing to me. Each stroke of the razor left a smoothness behind, and the cool air made goosebumps rise on my chest and arms.

"Well no girl will want you after this. Given how girly you will be. Oh yes, soft and silky all over. You even have a slight curve to your thigh, and a bubble butt. Maybe I'm only doing what nature intended." Pink smirked down at me, as she finished my left thigh and moved around the table to go to the right. "Tell me Ann. Do you trust me to shave your privates?"

I shook my head as much as I could, and said "No, no no no no..." I tried to cover myself with my hands, but again was stopped by the bindings on my wrists, and I didn't dare move my legs.

"Well I'm going to anyway. If I have an accident I might actually turn you into a girl huh?" Pink cackled like mad, which if I hadn't been drugged would have sounded forced. "Now, don't you dare think I'm doing this for your pleasure. If you climax on me, I will cut it off." She put a glove on her right hand and used it to lift the testicles up, and she began to lather up my crotch, groin and the testicles themselves. "Nice and smooth all over. You'll enjoy it."

My entire body tensed. I arched my back slightly and despite the drug in the air, my vision was suddenly focused as my body reacted to her rubbing that area. I kept frozen, begging myself to not succumb to her touch. I had to keep my pride. I couldn't let my body betray me. Nor could I move as she used the sharp blade around it. The only noise I made was the breathing into the mask on my face.

Pink began to whistle as she did the first stroke, each time she moved the razor she changed the tune slightly. She was whistling the town jingle. "This is only the first step. I will make you learn how to act feminine. Your mannerisms will change. You will walk differently, talk differently. The quicker you accept this, the better." She tapped my belly once she was finished, then took a bowl she had set nearby and poured it over my lower half. The water was cold and it rinsed away all the soap. She double checked her work, making tiny adjustments where she needed to. "Relax. You don't have hair on your chest or back. Just gonna do your arms. And then I'll let you off the table, presuming you promise to be good." She mixed another batch of lather for my arms, and then undid the binding on my wrist.

I thought this was my chance to fight back, but having my elbow down too only gave me a few inches. I looked up at her and her gloating face, and I lay back and I let her do what she wanted. I bit my lip to not give her any satisfaction. The room seemed cooler all of a sudden from the lack of hair on my lower body.

"Its ok, girls can cry. Let it all out. You don't need to hide it any more. Once you're all smooth we'll move on to the next step." She started on my forearm, much easier than my thigh.

"I won't cry...I won't..." I tried my best to maintain a strong air, but I was kidding only myself. Pink knew she had won. I managed to not cry, but I knew that no matter what I said or whatever posture I took with her, she'd just shrug it off and continue to do as she liked. I hated her calling me Ann as well.

"Arms are done. But smoothness is only the first step. Have to make you soft as well. Are you going to be a good girl and do what you're told?"

I refused to look at her. I didn't want to do anything. But she undid the mask on my face and removed it, letting me gasp in a few breathes of fresh air.

"I want you to fight me Ann. Show me the big strong boy you used to be. Go on, take your best shot." She taunted me, then started shaking her hips at me. She reached under her dress and slid a pair of white panties down. She dangled them for me to see, then lowered them down over my crotch. The soft, silky fabric brushed lightly against my member. Then she repeated the process over and over, tickling me with it.

I gasped, not expecting this attack. I jerked my head up and tried to kick her away, but my legs were still bound. "Stop it! Stop that now!"

Pink smiled at me and continued the process. "In order to turn you into a girl, we have to get rid of your boy urges first. All that anger and pride. I find boys are a lot like their penises really." She said in a conversational way.

I winced and tried to not show that it felt good, but my great statue had other plans. It was already at its near full length, sticking straight up despite my protest and the cold.

She wrapped the panties around it and gripped onto the phallus, using the silky fabric to stimulate it. "Your penis is now hard and big and strong. Ready to work, ready to penetrate. But after it comes into contact with a woman, you see..." She climbed up onto the table, undid the binding on my waist and straddled me at the same, lifting her dress up and placing it on my chest so I couldn't actually see what she was doing under it. She pressed her thighs against me; I could feel her bare skin where it met her leggings, and the soft, warm wetness of her sex on my stomach. "Once a girl gets done with it, its soft and tiny and weak. Drooling and impotent. Like a boy's pride, your pride, when put to the test, will come up lacking. So fight me, Anon. Prove to me your 'power' and pride, and curl up and shrink back, like your cock will when I'm done with it." With that she reached back and used her gloved hand and position my member, then she moved her hips back to meet it.

I was enormously conflicted. Pink was a moderately attractive girl, but I always imagined my first time would be under slightly less painful circumstances. All I could do was bite my lip and feel her hot, soft tea tansu wrap itself around me, then slowly lowered herself until it was all the way inside. I could barely breathe. The folds of flesh were wonderful. I looked up at her, she had one eye half open and looking down at me, her taking her time. She leaned forward and put her hands on either side of me, and starting to move her hips back and forth.

"Come on, Mayor. Show me you don't deserve to be down here. Show me you can take the pressure." Pink's face was flushed, her body squeezing onto mine each time she moved. "Fight me..."

I bit my lip and tried desperately to hold on. I could already feel it coming. I had to hold it back. My life depended on it. Pink spared no effort to defeat me, however. Everything she did, the way she was breathing loudly, the soft moans, the cute gasps she made, the sound of her hips against mine, her weight on me. All of it was arousing. All of it stirred things within. I could feel it. There was no holding it back. I had had no idea how long, but it was coming.

"Inside of me, 'boy'. Release all that nastiness and anger into me. Surrender to my womanhood...inside..." She took my head and kissed me fully, forcing her tongue into my mouth, squeezing my member inside of her one final time.

I felt my face contort and my entire body tensed. A wave of pleasure rocked through me as I felt myself drain into her. Her pussy squeezed and kneaded me as she looked down on me, triumphant.

She continued to grind against me, using my freshly shaved crotch to please herself. "Thats good. Once I...I..." She closed her eyes and her back arched, she dug her fingernails into my shoulders and she cried out, louder than I'd ever heard her. She relaxed after a moment of being frozen in place, then moved her hips so that my body left hers. "Not even a minute. Couldn't even fight for a minute. So much for 'manhood.'"

"Hey, you came really fast too!" I tried to defend myself, but my voice cracked as I did.

She covered her mouth and laughed, then took my flaccid cock in her gloved hand. "See? Soft, weak, helpless. While my body is ready to 'fight' again. This is why, Ann. You are like your rod here. You put on a good show, but when it came down to it..."

I tried to growl at her, but instead I yawned. I hadn't expected it to be so draining.

She continued. "You'll never completely be a girl, Ann. But with training, the right clothes, a lot of work, and a few helpers, we'll get you intimately in touch with your feminine side. That feeling you feel now. Even though you're tied up, even though you're helpless, you are relaxed. Peaceful. This is the state of mind you need to be in all the time. So I will keep you in it. No harsh stimulation, no excitement. Just soft, easy going and peaceful." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'm going to unbind you and clean up. You will wait patiently like a good girl while I do so. Think about how you feel right now. This is how you should be." Pink took a key from her pocket and undid the four bindings on each of my limbs.

I hated myself for it, but I obeyed. I sat up, let my head gain focus. I stood up, wobble legged next to her, and she looked at me expactantly over her shoulder. I could barely think, between the exhaustion and the strange drug she'd made me breathe. I grit my teeth at her, and wondered if maybe our romp had tired her out as well.

"You think you can fight back? My back is turned and you're a BIG, STRONG man after all..." She giggled and continued to straighten up the table, cleaning it after I had gotten off of it, seeming to ignore me.

How arrogant of her. She however was in control here, and she knew it. I couldn't even entertain the fantasy of attacking her. I felt as if I was about to collapse. I entertained myself by observing the room. There were no obvious exits. No windows to speak of. No door. Very faintly I could see other 'tools' on the wall and on other carts around the perimeter of the room. I steadied my head with my hands and took a few steps, then leaned over on the table that had held me before. "Why...why are you doing this to me?"

"I want to ensure you are the best mayor you can be. I also own you and your town now. And admittedly, nothing is more satisfying to me than seeing someone break and succumb to my will. To tell me that they need me like they need food and water. I told you you'd be a puppet. You won't dare do anything I don't tell you to after tonight." Pink was done cleaning and held a large container of a soft, shining, white gel. "Spread this along your body. Get it everywhere. Bottom of your feet, in between your buttcheeks, your face. Everywhere." She sat back on her stool and seemed content to watch.

She was right on all points, again. I wasn't sure how me being a girl would help being mayor, but what choice did I have right now. So I did what she asked. I took a glop of it in my hand. It was slightly warm to the touch, smelled of flowers and left no residue after it was absorbed into the skin. I moved it up and down my arms, then down my torso on the front. Like the freshly shaved flesh on my legs, it left a cool tingle everywhere it was placed. I moved down to my legs and it only increased the feeling. I got the bottom of my feet, using the table to keep balanced, then I looked to her. "I can't get my back by myself."

"Say please. 'Please Pink, help me become even girlier because I can't even rub lotion right." She crossed her legs and gave that smirk again.

"Please Pink, help me become even girlier because I can't rub lotion right..." I said, falling to my knees and leaning on the table. Is this what it was? No pride at all left? Completely emasculated? No. It wouldn't bother me if I didn't have any left. It was still there. I held onto it as tightly as I could, taking solace in the fact that only she would know about this.

She smiled and hopped off her chair, then knelt behind me and rubbed it into my back, then decided to rub it into my neck and face as well. "Close your eyes. You don't need this to get in them."

I complied. It was easier that way. Not that I had the strength to fight back. But I still hated it. Which meant I wasn't completely lost. Yes. I grabbed onto that hope as best as I could, feeling my body warm to her oddly gentle touch. As long as this still bothers me, I'm not completely broken. She wouldn't stand a chance if I weren't drugged up...just pretend for now. She'll drop her guard eventually.

Pink slowly began to rub my shoulders, this time in an effort to comfort me. "Look at you being such a good obedient girl. Once your lotion dries we'll get you some clothes and you can be done for the evening.

"Really? You'd let me go?" I seemed to hope for a minute, but then realized. While I was confident my town loved me, they gossiped. I wouldn't be able to hide, especially if Pink started tossing bells around. She had thought this through. There was no where to hide in town. I'd also bet she would at least have the train station tell her if I tried to leave.

"Yes. You're done for the night. Doing it all at once would break you too easily. And I'd lose out on a lot of fun. Go home, look at the beginning of a sexy, feminine body and tell yourself that is what you are now. You already have narrow shoulders, a nice butt and wide hips for a boy. And remember. Soft, weak and worthless."

I sighed and nodded. Mercy at least. I'll regain my strength. Fight back when I can. "Where are my clothes at?"

"Over here. You'll enjoy the sensation of the cloth now more than ever. Smoothness is addicting. I can't go more than a week without shaving my legs. To illustrate she pulled up the bottom of her black leggings to reveal her completely hairless shin. "We will get you addicted to it too. Hair anywhere but your head will make you uncomfortable. And other people will stare at it. Enjoy the pressures of being feminine. You're going to notice things you never noticed before and hate yourself for each flaw." Pink returned her leggings to normal and tossed my clothes at me. "Tomorrow you will be at my house at 9 PM. One minute late and Isabelle's sea shells go crunch." With those words she pulled me to the wall, turned a light on the entire room to reveal the doorway, and pushed me through. "Out!"

I scrambled up the stairs, still naked. The door was on the left, I pushed through it and stumbled over. Realizing I was still nude, I quickly put my shirt on, then put my pants on. She was right, the fabric felt different. Everything seemed more sensitive. I also was cold. I never got cold this time of year outside. I slowly trudged back to my house. Unlocked the door with the key inside the bushes, flopped on my bed and lay there, staring up at my ceiling.

I didn't sleep for hours, despite my body wanting to. I knew it could have been much worse, but I wanted it to be much worse. I shouldn't feel like this. All she did was shave and lotion me up. Or was it the verbal abuse. She'd been calling me feminine and weak all night, and had proved it. I didn't even fight back when given the opportunity.

And something else was bothering me. The stuff she had made me breathe and the lotion. What exactly was it? How could I figure out what it was? If she was willing to drug me, what else would she do? I had to presume that every single person in my town was at the very least an informant of Pink. Except Isabelle. I doubt she'd be able to get to her.

By the end of this, if I didn't find a way to escape or to fight back, what would become of me? Could she really turn me into a girl? All these questions bounced around in my head, kept me awake until the sun started to rise. By then, my body collapsed from exhaustion and I passed out rather than fell asleep.



****Chapter 4: Reality Setting In****



I don't remember exactly when I had gotten home, but it was after noon when I woke up. The sun crept in through the north facing window, putting a shaft of sunlight right into my eye. I covered my head with my pillow and groaned. After a moment I sat up and took in my surroundings. I was home.

I checked myself to see if last night had in fact happened, and too my dismay my skin was still perfectly soft and smooth. I checked my wrists and ankles, but no sign of the shackles cutting into them as I had struggled. I could remember the cruel coldness of them. It had happened. Which means I was obligated to go back to her later tonight.

"What's next?!" I asked myself out loud. When I get to the mirror, will my hair have grown out? Do I have breasts now?" I slowly walked to my bathroom and confirmed that neither were true. I sighed. What was I going to do?

I peeled off my clothes from the night before and stood in the shower. The water felt hotter than usual, and seemed to much more easily slide over my new hairless body. It wasn't entirely unpleasant. I sat down at the back end of the tub and let the water run over me. It was not a dream. Doesn't mean I don't have a say in it. Doesn't mean I HAVE to accept it. Maybe if I resist long enough, she'll give up. Could happen.

I lay there, eyes closed, just enjoying the hot rivulets of water. After awhile, the water began to cool as I used up all the reserves, and I reluctantly got out of the shower and toweled off, wrapping it around my waist and going to my room to dress. I picked a green t-shirt and my favorite desert camo pants and slipped them on and stepped outside my front door. No mail. Good. I didn't want to deal with it today.

I went back inside, put my explorer's hat on, put my steel toed boots on, then decided to go talk to Isabelle. While Pink would be able to worm any information about me out of her, I decided I still needed to check in with her. Keep it business as usual. No need to drag her into this.

I approached city hall from the west, having taken the same route Pink and I took to her house last night. I passed Pink's house in a hurry, no indication that she was home but I still walked a bit faster. Crossed the bridge, passed the police box. Would Copper help? Perhaps I could get a feel for the possibility.

I entered the station, and Copper was at his desk. He saluted me as he always did. "Good afternoon, Mayor Anon! What can I do for you?"

"I was just wondering whats going on in town today. Anything new?" I asked as casually as I could, inspecting a pitfall seed in the lost and found.

"I got a package from Pete today. Official police business!" Copper saluted me again, and then I glanced at his desk. On it was several golden pieces of police gear and a box of the expensive snacks, similar to ones I'd gotten for him on his birthday. Pink had been here.

I shook my head on my way out. I didn't think Copper was intentionally corrupt. He may just give Pink the benefit of the doubt in this situation though. After all, no scars on my ankles or wrists. I could have shaved myself. Without evidence, he couldn't do anything. Presuming he even would.

My mind drifted elsewhere as I walked towards city hall. The bulletin board had a bird on it. Today was a sale at the department store after 7, and the results of yesterday's Fishing Tournament. My name had been misspelled 'Ann'. Spelling errors weren't uncommon, but come on.

City Hall was in sight. I took a deep breath as I approached. I shouldn't be nervous. Pink was likely on her weekly turnip run, as it was Saturday. 'Cutting her losses' as she called it, given that turnip prices rarely drew profit on Saturdays. The bell jingled as I opened the door, and Isabelle was there. She smiled at me and raised a paw in greeting.

"Good afternoon Mayor!" She seemed perky as usual, but she had a much warmer smile on her face than usual. "The Tax people sent a letter, confirming they received Pink's check. We're free and clear, thanks to her!" She walked around her desk and gave me a big hug.

I wrapped my arms around her and rocked a little, swaying. I realize I probably held her too long, appreciating the gentle contact compared to Pink's affections from last night. "Sorry. Thats wonderful news. Is there anything else to report?"

Isabelle shook her head. "No, not really. This may seem forward, Mayor, but may I ask a personal question?"

I say down at my desk and leaned on my elbows and nodded.

She sat down on her stool and faced me. "So...how was your date with Pink last night? I notice you smell like her today..." She gave me a wry wink.

I shook my head, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. "It was interesting to say the least. What do you mean I smell like Pink?"

"Pink always smells like peaches for some reason. The town I'm from is famous for its peaches, so its really easy for me to tell. Today you do too. I just put 2 and 2 together and..." She turned away, blushing. "I mean what did you guys do? Did you enjoy the peach juice? Did you kiss?"

"Nothing like that happened. Its probably just the new shampoo I'm trying out. Have to keep my hair nice." I gave her an exaggerated wink.

She seemed disappointed at first, but the wink made her give me a sly look. "I see. Nothing happened. 'Nothing.' Hehehe." Isabelle giggled and turned her back to me, getting back to her work, seeming to be satisfied. She was so cute. I couldn't stand to think of seeing her here with her dolls missing and her sea shells broken. Would tear her heart out. She was the only one who cared more for Townnamehere than I did. I guess I felt protective of her for that fact.

"Well if there's no pressing business I'll excuse myself then. Be sure you get some sleep tonight." I said heading towards the door.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Pink left a message for you. She went to a town a few towns over, and said to 'not be late' tonight." Isabelle winked at me. "I'm sure its 'nothing' though."

I thanked her for the message and left City Hall. My heart began to pound. Fear filled me. What time was it? One o'clock. I'd be dreading this all day. What was I going to do? Try and run? Pink had left nothing to chance so far. I decided maybe I could unwind at the Island. Go fishing, catch a few beetles.

But as I approached the docks, I saw Kapp'n there, but not his boat. "Ahoy there Anon!"

"Hey Kapp'n. Where's your boat? I'd like to go to the island?"

"It be missin' lad! Like the last donut from the break room!" He seemed distraught.

"Is there anything I can do for you then? Help you look?"

"Naw laddy. I have me another boat. Have to swim back to the island to fetch it though, yarr." With that, he jumped into the ocean and swam slowly to the south. "I be seeing ya later, Anon!" He called to me as he left. I watched him swim for awhile, him moving almost as slowly as I swam. It would take all day to swim there. No island for me today.

How did a boat just disappear? I'd bet anything Pink had something to do with it. I imagine if I tried to leave by train, there'd be an issue with my ID, or she'd bought them all out for her turnips.

What to do then? Sit and stew? Yes. Pink had won this round. I would be worried all day, and by the time 9 PM rolled around I'd be too shaken to put up an adequate fight. But not going, having her come to get me? That would be me admitting I was afraid. No, I'd show up on time and I wouldn't be afraid.



*****Chapter 5: Release*****



8:50 PM. I had spent the entire day bored. Pink had gotten to every form of entertainment in the town. Museum was being renovated because of a new donation, Katrina's fortune telling was closed for the day, even the Dream Suite was closed, due to 'lack of dreams' she had said. I'd been prevented from entering Club LOL to take in a few songs from K.K Slider. She was thorough. I began to appreciate what I was up against.

I looked at her door from my north window. 8:55, still no sign of her. I was not going to wait all night outside of her door. If she was not there at 9, I was going to go back home, I decided. So I set out.

After a short walk, I was there at her step. No lights from the house were on, but I knocked anyway, as a sort of affirmation I had shown up on time. No response. I wrapped my arms around myself. Yes it was November, but it still seemed chillier than usual outside. Probably due to my lack of hair on my body now. It amazed me how different clothing felt with no leg hair. I looked to the new clock across the river. 8:59. Soon.

Longest minute of my life. I watched the clock turn to 9:00. I sighed. No show on her part. I was free. And then I heard her behind me.

"I am glad you're here, Ann. I knew you wouldn't disappoint me, being the good girl you are." Pink said, in her usual holier than thou tone.

"Pink." I said, trying not to show my nervousness. I saw her bright pink hair and her red eyes in the moonlight, and I was immediately reminded of the razor sharp blade against my skin, the shackles cutting into my wrists. I took a step back, a wave of fear washed over me as she stared at me. "I...I'm here as you asked."

Pink pushed past me, unlocked her door and opened it. "Have a seat. I'll be with you in a moment."

I nodded dumbly. Why was she so terrifying? She was the same height as me but surely I was stronger. I sat down on the same chair as I had the night previous. Then she returned with two glasses of the same drink as the night previous. My hands began to shake when I saw it. Was she really going to drug me again?

"Please, enjoy. Drink it allllll up." She laid back in her chair and crossed her legs, sipping generously from hers and watching me.

If I refuse to drink it, it means I am scared of her. But if I did...I'd be powerless like I was last night. Maybe I can distract her. "So Kapp'n's boat disappeared today. I tried to go to the island but I couldn't."

Pink's eyes open wide with mock surprise. "Oh really. Do tell."

"And I couldn't get into Club LOL."

She covered her mouth again in mock surprise, barely able to cover her smile. "Maybe you should tip the bouncer then?"

"And the museum?"

"They so desperately needed the new exhibition space. I felt it was a worthwhile allocation of funds, as the treasurer." Pink raised her glass to me, making no effort to hide her intent. "Have you learned, then, what you are up against, Ann?" She emphasized the 'Ann'. "Your only future is one under my control. Embrace it. Stop fighting it. Renounce your pride, like you did last night when you curled up like your worthless cock."

I shook my head, remembering the shameful display. But I was resolute. Tired, but I'd fight her with every ounce of resistance I could. The first step? To prove I was not afraid of her. I took the glass she offered me and drank it all down. Was deliciously sweet with just a tiny bit of tartness. Went down easily. Then I saw her looking at her watch.

"Six...five..."

I panicked. I hopped out of the chair and looked at the door. Was my vision getting cloudy? Why was it so hard to walk in a straight line?

"Three...two..."

I decided to at least deny her the satisfaction of seeing me panic further. I stood there, tall and proud as I could, and waited for the unconsciousness to wash over me.

"One...zero. Feel any different?" Pink smirked up at me.

"You didn't...?"

"No. That one wasn't drugged. I don't need to use such tricks any more, as you'll do what you're told now. Come. Our playtime is not here tonight. We're going for a walk." She reached under her chair and pulled out a small ring of gold with a red heart shaped decoration on the front,  and another loop on the back. "I have a present for you, to help you on your path to becoming a girl."

I shook my head. "What is that?"

"Its a necklace. One that will make your new life much easier to become accustomed to. Come here and willingly put it on. It will save you a lot of pain." Pink stood up and pointed to the ground before her.

I stepped away from her, then eyed the door. Pink, guessing I was about to bolt, put herself between me and the door, then issued a challenge. "If you don't wear this collar, I will put it on Isabelle. So feel free, run away like a little girl would.  Or accept your new station in life. This is my only offer of leniency. I'm tired and I'd much prefer tonight go smoothly. I'd hate to have to hurt her favorite dolly."

My fist curled with anger, as did my lip. "You wouldn't hurt Isabelle!"

"You can't know that. Now kneel before me and accept my control over you. I know Isabelle would snap like a twig. She'd look so cute too..." Pink twirled the large ring in her fingers.

"Fine." I swallowed what was left of my pride and knelt before her, sitting on my ankles, keeping my hands in my lap where she could see them.

She smiled down at me and unclasped the ring, opening it and wrapping it around my neck. She carefully positioned so that the heart shape was over my Adam's apple, then closed it. It was uncomfortably tight. I coughed a few times, reaching up to try and undo it, but she shook her head. "Relax, you will adapt."

This time she lets me try and remove it, but its too close to the skin, I couldn't get my fingers under it. I coughed and gasped then I fell to the ground, desperately trying to pull it off.

While I was on the ground, she stood over me and sat down on my chest, holding me in place and watching me struggle. She seemed entertained at first, then nodded. "Relax Ann. Breathe in and out. Let it do its work." She leaned down and adjusted the necklace, then pat me on the shoulder. "In and out. In and out."

But as I calmed down, I realized I could breathe. The tightness was still there, but somehow I was able to breathe normally. I lay there, slowly recollecting myself. I put my hands down to my sides. I opened my mouth to speak, but she covered it with two fingers.

"Shh. Let it do its work. One more jolt and its done. She turned the gem one more time and I could feel a spring of some sort release within the necklace and it jabbed my neck with something, under where the gem was on it.

I reached to my throat, the heart shaped gem was now so deep into my neck it couldn't be moved any more. It wasn't buried inside the skin, but it was close. My breath began to tingle. Pink reached down and plugged my nose with her fingers, encouraging me to breath through my mouth.

"In and out. Breathe in peace, breathe out your conflicts. Breathe in obedience, breathe out your pride. Don't worry about things any more. For tonight, your life is completely in my hands. In order for me to control you as I wish, you have to trust me. Tonight we're going to work on that. Do you understand?" Pink said in a gentle, almost comforting way.

I nodded dumbly and just focused on breathing. She pushed me to my back and straddled my chest. She bunched her dress up so I couldn't see under it. In and out. I felt her weight on my chest shift each time I inhaled. I couldn't help but notice that her leggings didn't cover her entire thigh under her dress. Was she squeezing me with her legs just to distract me? I could feel the top of her stocking give way to her softer thigh through my shirt.

"Very good. Now, do not panic. I want you to stand up once I get off of you. Then I'm going to put a leash on your collar. Then I'm going to take you outside and we'll take a walk around our town."

Her commands were all soft and easy to obey. She rose on her knees and got off of me, then held her hand out as if to help me up. I accepted it and she pulled me up to my feet. Then she reached up to the back of my neck, attached a leash to the loop on the back of my collar. "Before we leave, I want you to say your name and where you are from."

I swallowed, unsure if I could speak with the constant pressure on my neck, but I took a deep breath and said, "My name is Anon, from Townnamehere." I immediately covered my mouth, for it wasn't my voice that had come out, but a girl's. I kept my hand over my mouth, my eyes darting around the room. I clawed at the collar around my neck again, but to no avail. I felt cold sweat coming on.

"Come, I'll explain to you your future as we walk. If I have to tug on this leash its going to constrict like before. Just hold my hand as if we were on a date and do not speak again until I tell you to." Pink seemed happy at this development, and she led me gently outside, taking my right hand in her left, her keeping the leash in her other hand.

In the dark would be difficult to tell it was there, but I was still nervous about all of this. And my voice. What had she done to me? The collar was constricting for sure. I felt terrified. Pink seemed to be the only thing in the world that wasn't swirling and in chaos, so I held her hand tightly to try and keep a grip on reality.

She directed me south from my house, which would lead us to the forested area of town. "So I'm sure you have questions, and I have answers. Are you ready to use your new voice and ask them? They will help you settle in to your new life."

I walked next to her slowly, matching her slow walking pace. "What did you do to my voice?" I covered my mouth again. It didn't even sound like me imitating a girl's voice. It was completely foreign. I squeezed Pink's hand as hard as I could.

"I could explain exactly how it works, but that would take a long time. In short, the heart on your collar makes your voice that of a girl. Its much easier this way, rather than me teaching you how to change it yourself. Consider it a training device. Its not permanent. But after a few days of wearing it for lessons, you'll be able to shift between your new voice and your old, worthless one at will. Do you feel better now?"

I tried to adjust my voice to be deeper, but doing so made the necklace feel even tighter. "No. I hate this. I don't want this."

"Well your desires mean little to me, and I'm the one holding your leash." She said calmly and quietly. We passed Skye's house. We stopped at the fork to continue going through the forest, or to head south to the southern beach. "What else?"

"This isn't right, you can't do this to me!" My new voice squeaked at her. I again covered my mouth, knowing it would do no good.

"Don't worry about what is right and wrong. Those are beyond you. Just do what you are told. Be a good girl." Pink said condescendingly, but with the same oddly comforting twinge. "Your old life is over. Embrace your new one. There is much joy to be had, new experiences." She squeezed my hand and led us east into the forest.

I didn't want this. I didn't want to become a girl...the emotions swelling within me wanted to burst. I could feel tears coming on, but I kept to her side anyway. I began to hate myself. Why couldn't I fight back? It would be so simple. Raise my hand, strike her down. Why did that seem impossible? How had I let myself get into this?

Pink seemed to sense my turmoil and she pulled us off the path to the edge of the river, where I had caught my Black Bass the day before. "Let it out, Ann. You can't keep things welled up. You're a girl, its OK to cry." She knelt down next to the river and pulled me down by the leash. Then she held me close, cradling my head and nuzzling against my cheek. She whispered into my ear. "Let it out. Scream, cry, whatever you want. Your emotions don't need to consume you, just let them flow."

How had it gotten this far? Why was I going along with this? Why...why...It was all too much. Why couldn't I fight back? How did she manage to get her claws so deep into me so quickly?  I sniffled and I could feel tears coming from my eyes. "I hate this...I don't want this..."

Pink ran her hand up and down my back to comfort me, and encouraged me to continue.

"I hate what you've done to me, and I hate that I'm too weak to fight back. I hate what you've done to my voice, and I hate that you threatened Isabelle." I said in my new voice, trying to maintain my calm, but I started to sob. Her touch was comforting, despite her being the cause of the suffering. "I hate you...I hate you as well, Pink."

Pink didn't seem surprised by the revelation, and instead just continued to whisper encouragement in my ear. "Let it all out. Go ahead and cry, big girls can cry too.

I buried my head in her chest, drying my eyes with her sweater, then I relaxed and pressed my ear to her chest, listening to her heartbeat. She was calm, her heart steady. So then the dam broke. I wailed once into her chest. This seemed to startle her, but she just held me closer and let me let it out. "I hate you, I hate you...I hate you!" I beat my fists against her, but she didn't show any reaction that indicated that it hurt.

After the initial outburst. Pink laid down on the ground and pulled me down beside her, placing my head on her chest again. I laid there and sobbed and cried for a long time. All the frustrations, all the anger, all the fear, and most of all, my pride was leaving me. I still hated her. I still wanted to hurt her, to get back. I hated to admit it, but she was right; crying did make me feel better.

Pink sat up and cradled my head in her lap. "Are you through? We still have to get to the obedience exercise tonight, so get it all out."

I tried desperately to remember my confidence from the night before. You don't have to take it to heart. Wait to strike, find her weakness. It was then a bell went off in my head. She was attaching herself to me emotionally. She knew I had needed emotional release. She also knew that since I had nothing to lose from crying in front of her, I wouldn't do it for anyone else. I'd become completely dependent on her. I'd become obedient as she wormed her way into my heart. I was about to call her on it, but caught myself. If I tell her I've figured it out, then she'll change her plan. The first step to defeating a trap is knowing it is there. Be patient. She will show weakness eventually.

Pink nudged me. "You there, Ann? Answer me. Are you ready to begin your lesson tonight?"

I nodded dumbly, not sure how to hide the fact I'd figured out her plan, or at least a part of it. It gave me strength and resolve. I'd found a grip to hold onto that wasn't her. But she couldn't know that. I don't know what would happen, but eventually I'd figure it out. "Yes, Pink. I feel much better now."

Pink smiled down at me, then rose and took my hand again and pulled me back to my feet. "Your task for tonight is a simple one. One that I will not supervise. In order for me to trust you, you have to trust me. I'm willing to take the first step. Are you ready?"

I again nodded dumbly. If she wasn't watching me, what could it be?

"To be a proper woman, you need to dress like one. I want you to acquire a set of women's clothes and wear them to our next session. Everything. Shirt, dress, skirt, leggings, shoes, underwear." Pink took my hand and led me across the eastern bridge, up to the town center.

It seemed a simple enough task. I could simply order the clothing from the catalog at the Nook's.

"Oh, and no buying them. In fact, I want you steal them. There are lots of girls this town. Steal clothing from them. Prove your obedience to me by going against your supposed nature."

"Steal? I can't do that. I'm the mayor, if caught I'd be-"

"I'm sure you'll figure it out. I will meet you at my house, Tuesday evening at 9 PM. Take a day off to rest. Adjust to your new voice. Then on Monday, do what you have to. And do not think to steal from me. Every other woman is in play. I think Maddy's clothes would probably fit you..." She said, obviously leaving a clue in my head.

"If I get caught, what do I say?"

"Make something up. Unless you're too scared. If you admit to me, right now that you are too scared to do so, I will take you back to my house, strap you back to that table and we'll do the express conversion."

"No. No no. I will figure it out." I said, quickly.

Pink undid the leash from the back of my neck, then wrapped it around her hand, and then kissed me on the cheek. "Good night, Ann. I also should tell you, I recorded last night's battle we had. Should you choose to disobey, it may just become public."

"I...I..." I could not find the words. All I could do was say, "Good night, Pink." I watched her wander off the path heading west back to her house. I sat on the edge of the tree planter that held our town tree. Memories flooded back to me. Planting the tree, each of my friends moving in, some moving away. When I got my golden bug net. When I finished my house. All of it felt so far away. Even if she did manage to control and change me...I'd still be me, right? Those memories would still be there.

******Chapter 6: Its Only a Trap if Someone Tries to Hide it******

On Pink's advice, I spent the entirety of my Sunday growing accustomed to the collar on my neck. No attempt I made to remove it worked, so I just started reading a book out loud. Once my voice grew tired, I lay there and did some controlled breathing. The collar itself didn't bother me, in so much that it was visible. I'd have to wear a turtle neck to hide it. I began to wonder if I asked Pink to remove it, she would.

I also began to plot my escape from her control. I'd need to know who was still free from Pink's influence. The only one I was sure of was Isabelle. Everyone else benefited from her in some way, overtly if not more subtlety. Kapp'n seemed like a good bet. The owls at the museum surely valued my donations over the years rather than Pink's cash.

I also needed to plan out whom I'd be stealing clothes from. I listed in my head all the females in town. I immediately nixed most of them, them being either too small or too large to have clothes that would fit. Pink herself was out of bounds. Maddy, as she suggested, was the best candidate. She was approximately the same build as myself and Pink, was never home and was more of the sciencey get your hands dirty type. She'd not be home, and she'd likely not miss any clothing right away.

Maddy herself lived in the northeastern most corner of town, right next to the cliff and the ramp down to the eastern beach. She had two neighbors, Shari and Blaire. Both of these girls were hindrances to the plan.

Shari, because she had the tendency to pop up anywhere and go into people's houses unannounced. It was entirely possible that should I enter Maddy's house, Shari would be inside.

Blaire on the other hand, would likely call the police if she saw someone snooping around a neighbor's house. Likely so that she could be a hero, but her heart was in the right place. She also had immaculate attention to detail, and would probably be able to identify me. She and Freya seemed to be the only ones who could tell the three humans in the town apart, using hair color.

That did not discount Maddy herself. She was predictable, but I still needed to keep tabs on her. It was just as likely to find her at the museum as it was the island, the forest, the beach or the Recycling Center. But a homebody she was not. It had to be taken into consideration.

So what do I do, to keep Blaire from being suspicious, to keep Shari from following me, and if Maddy just happened to be home or walk in on me. It took me awhile. Having run out of ideas, there was only two people in town I could ask for help with this.

Blathers, the curator of the museum. He and Maddy were quite close. Any effort to get close to her would drop his guard and I'd be able to find out her whereabouts at the very least. Friend of the museum as I was, it was no real issue.

Pink herself was the other. That seemed out of bounds at first, but then I realized that if she wanted me to be a 'good obedient girl', she'd have to help me if I asked for something specific. She'd see it as effort towards her order, and would oblige. Her hindering me did not do anything for her goal. Except possibly entertain her, but that was something I'd have to risk.

By Monday morning, I had nearly forgotten about the collar around my neck, only remembering it when I spoke out loud. My new voice no longer startled me. It would ultimately help if I were to deceive Pink into thinking I was submitting to her. If I appeared comfortable, she may drop her guard.

Bright and early, I went to her house. I knocked on the door, no answer. She opened the door and smiled widely at me, her ear to a telephone. She silently invited me to sit on the same chair as before.

I only heard her half of the conversation.

"I will make sure they end up there. Look, I need to go now." She looked at me and made a hand motion indicating that the other person was talking too much.

"Yes yes, Look, I need to go..." Her face blanched for a moment. The voice on the other end was loud but I couldn't hear it exactly. "Yes. I'm sorry. I'll be sure that doesn't happen again. Yes...I understand. Thank you for everything you've done for me. No I won't forget it any time soon."

She put her phone away and sat in her chair, straightening out her dress as if she was collecting herself. "So. Have you come to admit defeat? I'm ready to accept your surrender whenever you are ready." Pink said, her eyes suddenly happy and triumphant.

"Who was on the phone?" I asked casually.

"Someone who I owe a lot to, for various reasons. But that's really none of your business." She finished straightening her dress and reclined in her chair. "Have you come here to give up?"

"Not today I'm afraid. Although I do need some help with your task, if you would be so kind." I wondered who be able to yell at Pink like that and have it work. Probably someone in her turnip scheme. I mirrored her comfortable position, to show that I was no longer bothered by having the cute voice.

Pink listened and then nodded with approval. She seemed to be thinking the way I had predicted. "What assistance do you need from me? I'm not getting you them myself."

"No no, I already have a plan. But there are variables I was hoping you could help me with." So I explained to her my issues, and she sat their listening and quietly nodding.

"So you need Shari and Blaire out of your hair. That is simple. What are you willing to offer me in exchange for my help?" She sat back, taking on a more business like pose.

"I...uhh...well. What can I offer? You're already super rich and you have several forms of blackmail over me, you bought out the police..." I could go on, but she interrupted.

"Yes. But we always want what we can't have. Sign this paper and I will distract those two for you." She plopped a form from the City Hall on the table before her. It was a form to change the flag of Townnamehere from white with the four leaf clover to a pink version of the same.

I shrugged. Even if I hadn't needed her help, I'd have granted this one to her. She did save us from the town getting repossessed. Even if it was her that started the whole process. I checked my pocket for a pen, and she gave me one, a long pink one with a flower on the end of it. I signed it crisply, blew on the ink and then folded it neatly and gave it back to her. "You really have a thing for pink, don't you?"

"Of course. Its a beautiful color. You will appreciate it soon enough, Ann." She smiled as she delivered the barb. "Anything else for me?"

"Yes. Can you tell me how to remove this? I'm not confident in my ability to mask my new voice yet, and it would help to be able to speak normally."

She shook her head in disapproval. "That is your normal voice Ann. But sounding like a man can come in handy, so here." She sat next to me and used a tiny key to flip open the gem part of the necklace, then she undid something and it clicked, and it suddenly loosened. She undid the clasp in the back, then handed it to me, key and all. "I expect you to be wearing this tonight when you have secured your clothes."

I nodded, putting my hand to my throat, feeling the tiny line where the necklace had been. Then, my old voice came out. "I will remember. Thank you, Pink."

"No, thank you. Ann." She indicated the paperwork and set it aside, then shooed me away with a wave. On my way out, she called to me. "By the way, Ann. Should you need further advice about Maddy, try Harriet."

I nodded to her and closed the door, then pocketed the necklace. Well, that went decently well. She seems to be buying my act. She'll drop her guard soon, I know it. Though I have no idea what I'll do should the opportunity present itself. Harriet eh? The poodle who ran the beauty salon above the Able Sister's store. What would she be able to do to help? Could I trust her? Undoubtedly not. Pink was notorious for getting her hair done on the regular. Still she may know something about Maddy I do not.

I decided to go to the museum first, to see if Blathers knew anything about Maddy's whereabouts. The museum's foyer was small, with four doors going to each wing. Fossils, Fish, Bugs and Art. It had been awhile since I'd been here. I then remembered the picture I had bought from Shari days before. Amazing how everything falls into place!

There Blathers was, asleep as he always was during the day time. I tapped him on the shoulder, and waited.

"Who...WHO?!" He woke up with a start. "Oh, good morning Mayor Anon. What can I do for you?"

"I acquired this painting, and I wanted to see if you needed it still." I offered him the flowery painting.

He took out a monocle and examined it, then nodded his head. "Yes, perfect. I will add this to the gallery immediately! Thank you for your donation!" He put it in his pocket, which I presumed meant he would do it when he woke up for real. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Actually, I was wondering if you knew where Maddy was. I have a few questions for her about City Hall business."

Blathers put his wing tip to the end of his beak. "Well on Monday she is usually going to different towns to look for fossils. Said she wanted her own collection. I don't know when she'll be back. She usually comes in just as I'm waking up to have me identify them for her."

So 6 PM. Plenty of time!

"Shall I tell her you were looking for her?"

"No that won't be necessary. Thank you Blathers, sorry for waking you!" I walked out of the museum and sighed once I had left. I had approximately 7 hours to get into her house. Though her not being there wasn't enough to calm my nerves. A disguise maybe?

Then Pink's suggestion rang in my head about Harriet. The villagers couldn't tell us apart. If my hair were the same style as Maddy's I wouldn't need to sneak around. I could effectively BE Maddy. May even give me an excuse to be poking around for a spare housekey.

I went up the stairs to Shampoodles. I'd always hated the smell here. I entered, only Harriet was there. She looked up from her fashion magazine and waved to me, then popped up and greeted me. "Hello Sugar! What can I do for you today?"

"I was hoping to get a new hairdo. Feeling adventurous this week." I sat myself in her chair and removed my hat, setting it aside.

"Ohh, I love that idea, sugar!" Harriet manned the control panel for her beauty machine behind me. It was the source of the bad smell, but I needed this. Then Harriet leaned in close and whispered. "By the way, Anon, Looking at you closely...I think you'd look stylish with a girl's haircut too. Is that something you'd like to try, or is that going too far?"

I'd been offered this before, but never accepted. I laid back and nodded to her. "You're probably right!"

"Yes, Of course! I'm absolutely sure you could pull it off and look great! Then I'm going to start talking to you as if you were a girl...you should answer as if you were a girl too. It will make this simpler! Alright. Tell me about the image you want to be. Tell me the over all look you're hoping for."

I sat there for a moment. Talking to me as if I were a girl...answer if I was one...aren't I? No, no no no. That is what Pink wants me to think. I'm still who I always was. I won't change unless I want to. Obviously I spaced out for a moment, because Harriet tapped me on the shoulder and repeated the question.

"Oh, sorry. Somewhere between casual and regular."

"I see. Being too serious is stifling, so you can achieve a nice balance by toning it down a bit! By the way, what is your room like? Is it a bit on the messy side, or is your room kind of clean?"

What an odd question.How would Maddy answer? "My room is clean!" I guessed. Maddy didn't seem to mind getting dirty, but she was organized, and I was hoping that meant she had a clean room too.

"Really, is that so sugar? I bet you're pretty handy, Anon! I wonder...are you also sort of the independent type? For example, are you someone who wants to make your hair nice and stylish on your own every day? Or do you prefer a more natural, sort of effortless look?"

"Natural is best!" I said. That one was easy.

"I see...In that case, you want something the looks effortlessly good? OK! I can totally picture the hairstyle in my head now! Now then, you need to pick out a hair color. What kind of color really speaks to you, natural, intense or bright?

"Natural of course."

"Natural hair color runs the gamut from black to blond. What shade would you like it to be?"

"Sort of a darkish brown. You get what I mean?" I tried to imagine Maddy's hair, and hoped that 'dark brown' was good enough for Harriet.

With that I heard her flip a few switches, and the device plopped down on my head. I could feel hundreds of tiny arms messing with my hair, making it grow out. The smell of the hair coloring, the shaping it, made me gag. Luckily it was over in a few seconds. I coughed as it came off, and I looked into the mirror. Staring back at me was Maddy. Or something close to it. Our eyes were different colored, hers greenish blue, mine black. I wondered if that would be an issue. Likely not. Pink said she would distract them for me, so I relaxed a little.

But seeing the longer hair. Styled so it went wide on either side, it was definitely Maddy's haircut. It didn't bother me. I was comfortable like this. I felt my stomach begin to ache. Pink is getting to me. I can't let her. I unconsciously touched the ends of my new hair, they were soft and silky, unlike my hair before which was messy and kind of thin. For just a split second, I felt it was right. I shook my head and got the image out of it.

Harriet was beside me, having seen my reaction to it, she leaned down and whispered to me. "Sugar, Pink told me what you are up to. I think thats really brave. Do what you have to to be happy." She said quietly, then accepted 3000 bells from me, smiled and handed me my hat. "I understand if you want to hide it. Tiny steps at first, sugar! You have a great day now."

"You won't tell anyone will you?" I asked nervously.

Harriet made a zipping motion across her mouth and winked at me.



*******Chapter 7: Along For The Ride*******



I was more confused by her remarks than comforted. Why would Pink tell Harriet about my plan? Is she setting me up to fail? Great. That probably meant that Harriet was informing Pink of my new haircut. I slowly walked to the post office, but decided there was nothing I had to do there. I was stressed out, my hands were shaking and a bit of a headache. I wanted to lie down. I also didn't want to go anywhere near Pink's house too. She'd undoubtedly set up traps for me there too.

So where could I go to lay down? Then I remembered the Dream Suite. Was just a few doors down. Luna was a pretty enigmatic woman; she probably wouldn't tell Pink where I was. I was also a regular there, so there'd be nothing out of the ordinary.

I opened the door and the scent was the first thing that hit me. Was a floral scent with a hint of incense or something in it that just made you melt after a little while. I nodded to Luna and stood next to the dream bed.

"Are you here for a nap, mayor? We can offer you rest for 500 bells..." She said in a soft, quiet voice as if not trying to wake anyone. Despite us being the only two people here.

"Yes. Thank you." I smiled at her and waited for her to finish her talk about relaxation. Then she handed me a set of pink pajamas.

"Uh, Luna, where are the blue ones I usually wear?"

"They are being washed. Do not worry, no one will see you in them but me." Luna said.

A warning light went off in my head, but I chose to ignore it. Luna wouldn't let anyone interfere with her work. She was a professional. I slipped out of my clothes and put the pink pajamas on. They were made of a softer material and it felt great against my hairless body. I laid down gingerly on the bed and sighed. "You pick a dream for me please Luna." Then I handed her the 500 bells and closed my eyes.

"I see. Everything is in order, now, listen to my voice. One....sheep....two....sheep...three..." Luna's voice was getting farther away.

I felt the dream takeover, as it always had. Something was different this time. Time was passing. It was usually a near instant thing. I'd close my eyes, fall asleep, then wake up immediately. Now...I could continue to count. Sensations were altered. I felt almost as if I were moving. I tried to struggle and call out, but my body was unresponsive. I tried to quiet my brain. Maybe the stress was making it harder for the dream to take over. I could feel it in my head almost. I decided to let it in, and things quickly returned to normal.

I opened my eyes and looked around. I was indoors. That was unusual. Usually I woke up outside, in the town's center. I was here though, staring up at a ceiling. Books were everywhere. Fish in their little containers on the ground and on the tables. A knock on the door. I decided to sit up, but I couldn't. Something was definitely wrong. I could actually feel things in this dream. I could feel the fabric of my clothes, the softness of the bed I was lying on. I could move my eyes maybe a little. Did something go wrong?

"Luna? Luna where are you?" I said, but my mouth didn't move, and the words didn't reach my ears.

The door knocked again, and this time it opened. A figure in a red vest and a white dress came in, smiling down at me. She had a rolling suitcase behind her. She set it aside and sat down next to me. It was clearly Pink, same outfit and everything.

"I see you're wearing your new clothes. That's good. Aren't they more comfortable? You look great in them too." Pink was smiling warmly. Usually her smiles were calculating or had a sarcastic hint to them, but this one was genuine. "I take it you got my offer, and from what I can tell you have accepted it?"

I nodded. I myself didn't, but whomever I was watching this from had nodded.

Pink put her hands together and smiled even wider. "Good, excellent! Here, lets celebrate your new life." She opened her suitcase and she pulled a bottle out, dark glassed so I couldn't tell what it was. She poured some into a glass and held it out to 'me', and my hand reached out and took it. From what I could tell, there was nothing special about the hand.

"To a new life! For both of us." She smiled and raised her glass she'd poured herself and drank it.

I took the glass to my lips. I could smell the strong peach flavor to it. It was the same drink that Pink had fed me the days before. Was I dreaming about someone getting drugged? But my point of view didn't get dizzy or anything.

"Our mistress will be pleased that you accepted our offer. Its so good. Now I just need to introduce you to a more feminine pleasure. Once you feel this, you'll never want to be a boy again." Pink took her vest and dress off, reveling a shiny, rubbery black bra and very low-cut panties underneath that revealed a small heart shaped tuft of pink hair, her same leggings there to make the outfit complete. She fiddled around with her suitcase and she strapped a belt around her waist then she looped another strap down her crotch and attached it in the back. Finally she slid a long, phallic object onto the front of it. She tested it to make sure it was attached, then smiled down at me.

'I' sat up and reached out to her, but she shook her head and pointed back down to the bed. "Our mistress?" I thought.

"Open your mouth. That's right...just like we practiced before...let it slide in. No teeth!" She smiled down and took my head in her hand and pulled it forward, pressing the thick, rubbery tasting thing past my lips and into my mouth. She stopped at a couple inches and began to stroke my hair. "Now we'll see if you've been practicing. Make it nice and wet, and make lots of loud drooling noises."

My tongue wrapped around it, darting around curiously, the flavor odd but it didn't make me gag. I moved my head back and forth and drug my lips on it, the 'person' I was in making soft moaning noises into the toy itself. Pink moved my head slowly back and forth on it, nodding with approval.

"That's a good girl. It feels good to please others doesn't it? Yes..." Pink said gently, pressing the dildo in a little farther, pressing into my throat. I expected to cough, but whomever this was didn't. Pink smirked and continued to push in until my lips were pressed against the hilt of the belt. "Excellent, excellent! You've been working hard. I will be sure to reward you." Pink took my hair in both hands and moved my head back and forth, my tongue still tasting all sides of it it could, my throat closing in on it but my gag reflex wasn't activating. I almost did gag out of habit, mentally. Pink seemed satisfied with this and finally pulled out of my mouth, the taste of it finally gone.

My body started to cough, and Pink put her hand on my back and stroked it until I stopped. "What kind of dream is this...its too real...I can taste it still..." I thought to myself, but I seemed to be watching a very, very personal dream.

Pink began to adjust her toy. She attached a pouch to the side of her belt that had a small tube coming out of it. She removed the phallic attachment and added the tube inside of it, then replaced it on her front. "Now, I'm afraid I don't have the hours and hours all girls deserve on the first time, but I'll be sure you enjoy this. Just relax. Accept me inside, and accept your new life with it." Pink slipped onto the bed and I laid down. She parted my legs and picked my knees up. I could feel her soft hands run up and down my apparently extra smooth legs, just like my real life ones. She reached up and I could feel her rub against my crotch, stroking the member gently through the underwear, then she pulled them down my leg and off. Apparently I had been wearing white panties with blue stripes, to match my over the knee socks that I could now see as she wiggled in between my legs, getting closer to me.

My body reached up and embraced her, pulling her on top of me. I could feel her toy press against my thigh, her lips kissed my neck and moved up and down it, pecking me on the lips then moving down to my nipples, leaving a soft trail in between. I laid back and enjoyed the sensations. My body was growing hot. I could feel the heart racing, I could feel a desire inside. A desire to be complete, and it seemed Pink intended to do so, so my body was accepting her.

Pink positioned her hips and I could feel her press against my rear entrance. I winced as it initially penetrated, but apparently the oral session was specifically for this. Pink looked up to me and I nodded again. She smiled and kissed me gently on the lips, then took me by the waist and pushed the entire thing in all at once.

The body I was in began to ache. It hurt a lot. I could feel every inch of it as it went inside, my body offering no small resistance to it, but it still slid in perfectly, all the way to her. It was hard, but it still gave just a little bit. It was also hot. Hotter than my body and very slightly wet.

She made sure she was in securely, then gave me a sip of the fruity drink. "Take a moment. You're full now. This is true intimacy. Accepting someone else inside your body, giving them pleasure. You understand now." Pink leaned forward, ensuring she stayed inside. My member was sticking straight up and currently rubbing against her flat and soft stomach. She wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me in for a kiss, forcing her tongue in my mouth like she had the toy before. Her big eyes were looking directly into mine, both demanding my attention and looking deep into me, her soft lips and tongue expertly playing with mine. She wiggled her hips a little to keep my body stimulated. "Let me know when you're ready. Or we can just lay here for a while."

The body I was in nodded and moved its hands up and down her back, wrapping its legs around Pink to help keep her inside. "Is this my future? One in which Pink wins?" I could barely think with all the sensations assaulting me.

"When I move here in a few months, we can do this every day. All three of us living together." Pink whispered as she ran her fingernails up and down my side, making me catch my breath.

"So this is the past. But if Pink hasn't moved here yet...who is 'all three' of us?" I asked no one, still barely able to keep my grip on the situation.

My body nodded to her again, then she began to withdraw herself from me, got about halfway then pushed back in. She stopped for a moment and looked up at me. It still hurt, but it was so warm inside me it still shot a bolt of pleasure up my back.

"Accept your reward, enjoy it. Feel free to release when you want to." Pink pushed in and out, in and out, intentionally pushing her stomach down to tease the cock.

Each push in I could feel my body resisting it, but the hotness and the wetness prevailed, each time it pulled out my body seemed to hold onto it. My body felt weak and helpless, a deep emotional pleasure began to surface. Everything felt right and good. Like this was what it was supposed to be. I held onto Pink as hard as I could, gasping and moaning for her, kissing her back when she kissed me. I felt her press her body down against me, getting really close to me, eye to eye, my phallus pressed against her warm midriff. She began to wiggle it from side to side, sending new sensations through me. Through the pain, a sense of satisfaction was beginning to grow. My body seemed pleased that Pink seemed pleased with me. She pressed her bra against me and started to nibble on my ear.

She reached to her side and started to pump something, I felt a hot, gooey liquid enter me. I panicked a little and it flooded my perception as she held me down, then she whispered into my ear, "There you go...your first time being cum inside. Give everything to me, little girl, and this warmth never has to stop...accept it all, every last drop needs to be inside..."

Feeling her hot breath against my neck, along with the growing hot essence building inside of me, set me off, cumming quietly with a few feminine 'ooo's and 'ahs' come out of me. Pink lay there with me in her arms for a few good minutes, rocking me, telling me how good a girl I was and how beautiful I was. Then the dream began to fade as if Luna was recalling me.

I almost didn't want it to end. I had had no idea Pink could be so gentle and tender. I wondered if she would treat me the same way if I were to surrender to her. But for some reason I doubted it. She seemed to have a thrill each time I 'fought' back and seemed happy watching me suffer as opposed to giving me any pleasure intentionally.

The dream faded away, and I was looking at the ceiling again. I looked around. There were books everywhere. Fish in their little containers all over the floor and on tables. A knock on the door. "Oh no...is it repeating itself?" Pink walked in again, gave me the peach juice again, kissed me again.

I felt myself get penetrated again. It felt the same, I felt my being flooded with the hot liquid she put inside of me, and I enjoyed Pink's comforting kisses again.

It began to fade out. Then the books and fish were back.

Over and over I felt my body succumb to Pink's affections. Over and over I wanted more at the end. Each time it felt more real, more complete.

I lost count after the 6th round, when I stopped fighting it and gave in personally to the dream. Embracing it multiplied the pleasure, I could taste Pink's lips, could feel the stretch in my throat, feel the peach juice in my stomach, feel the hotness as she entered me and released into me.

More and more. I forgot I was in a dream. Each time it still felt new, each time my body craved and accepted her. Pink conquered me over and over and over again.

Then at the end of one round, my vision faded and I was back in the Dream Suite, in my pink pajamas with my long girly hair. I gasped as I realized where I was. Luna was gone, having seemed to have left me here. I wondered if it was her that had done it, or had Pink snuck in?

I felt the separation from her keenly. My body wanted to feel her warmth inside of it again, I wanted to wrap myself around her as she had her way. I tried to dismiss the urges but they lingered. It had all felt so real. Who's dream was that? I suddenly felt as if I was in a lot of trouble.



********Chapter 8: Slow Blade Enters the Shield********



After I changed my clothes back to my normal ones, I poked my head outside. No one on main street. It was also 8 PM. I had missed my opportunity at Maddy's house. I went into a panic and just ran for it.

I headed outside and ran for the northeastern part of town. I ducked behind city hall to look at the three houses. Shari was home, Blaire and Maddy were not. I breathed a sigh of relief. Emboldened by the darkness giving me cover and the fact that Shari was probably watching TV, I ducked under Shari's window and came to Maddy's front door. I removed my hat so that from a distance, in the dark, I'd look like her. I then realized I was still wearing un-Maddy-like clothes. I panicked and flipped the welcome mat over, revealing a key. I stuck it in and it clicked, I went inside and closed the door behind me. All of the setup, all of the planning had boiled down to a mad dash across town and breaking in through the front door. All because I had overslept. I cursed myself under my breath as the door clicked to the locked position.

Maddy, unlike the other two humans, lived in a tiny house like the other villagers. Was sparse and practical. One set of drawers, one small bed, books and fossils strewn about everywhere. A jungle wallpaper on the walls and the floors were hardwood. Bugs were buzzing, and more than one fish in their containers were staring at me. I had no idea why she was not here, but I knew I did not have time. I opened the drawers and rummaged through them. I needed a dress, socks, underwear and shoes. The first three were relatively easy. A green dress was hanging in the closet, easy to grab. Her top drawer was full of blue striped socks, another easy grab. The second drawer was full of men's shirts, looked like they hadn't been touched in a long time. Very dusty. A moth flew out of it as I opened it. The third drawer down had bloomers in them. Large, poofy undergarments that more conservative girls wore under dresses to hide things. I shrugged and pocketed a set of those too. I closed the drawers and turned to scan the room for shoes, when I found a pair of them right behind me.

With a very angry girl about my height standing in them.

She put her coffee down gingerly, then looks me over. Then unpocketed a bug catching net and started swinging it at me. "GET OUT OF HERE BLANCA! ITS NOT EVEN APRIL FOOLS DAY!" She squeaked. Maddy scored several hits on my head. I had to throw the clothing I'd taken at her just to get her away from me. She screamed at me and lunged again. I tried to side step it but I tripped on a crucian carp aquarium she had on the ground; it spilled over and put the fish on the ground. Maddy gasped and picked the fish up with both hands, searching for a tank to put it in, seeming to forget about me.

I used this opportunity to escape, crashing through the door and running down along the coast cliff. I took the long way around and ended up at the eastern bridge. She didn't seem to be following me. Good old Maddy would never have let an animal suffer if she could help it. But now I felt like a complete piece of crap. Moreso for getting caught, admittedly. It had all been so simple. Just knick the dress and a pair of panties. Now she had likely gone to Copper. My career as mayor was done if I were caught. I decided to go home as soon as possible and change my clothes and get a different hat, to throw off any pursuers.

The town clock indicated 8:20. What do I do now? I couldn't think of another female that wasn't Pink whose clothes I would fit in. Do I try to run? No. She'd find me. She'd already proven she had ears all about the town. Trains were done for the day. Club LOL may prove to be a good hiding spot but that would only buy a few hours. Presuming she didn't have eyes and ears there too.

I went into my room and put on a red tee and some khaki slacks. Should I bother with the necklace? No. I'm already in for it. Won't help.

So I sat in my room, watching the clock. 830. Seeing no point in postponing it, I took the walk to her house, slowly. She saw me approaching and greeted me at the door. "Half an hour, Ann. You're not wearing very pretty clothes, I must say."

"I...Pink. I've..."

"Yes, you got cocky. Taking a nap when you had everything lined up. Something about the pride I mentioned I'm sure." Pink stood with her arms crossed, looking at me with a serious face, which slowly turned into a knowing smirk. She seemed genuinely disappointed. "Stupid male. Thinking only about your most basic urges."

"What can I do then, Pink? There aren't any other women in town who I'd fit into their clothes. Can I purchase some from-"

"No. Your deadline is now midnight. When the clock strikes 12, you had better be here. Or there will be more happening to Isabelle's doll than just her coach turning into a pumpkin." She slammed the door. Through her window I could see her storm past and go upstairs.

"Pink...the dream...?" I asked quietly, knowing it was no good.

I sat down on the front porch of her house. I racked my brain. I went through all the buildings in my head, and what women worked there. "Reese...no she's too tall. The Able sisters are too short. Luna? No, she's too fat. Celeste, she's too wide..." I curled up best I could. Looking up at the stars. They were beautiful. I decided to go for a walk instead of thinking. She already thought I was dumb and lazy, may as well not disappoint her.

I walked through the forest and across the eastern bridge. Maddy came up to me huffing and puffing, her net still brandished. "Have you seen Blanca? She's up to no good again! She was stealing my clothes and she almost hurt one of my fish!"

I winced at seeing the net. "I haven't seen her. Though if I see another one of you running around I'll tell officer Copper." I smiled at her.

She nodded and put her net down. "Should tell Isabelle too. She'd know where Blanca goes to hide. Oh by the way, Mayor. Thank you for approving the new flag. Pink and I worked hard on it!" She smiled and ran off, her dress fluttering behind her. She hit Bob with her net until he confessed that he wasn't Blanca. I thought to help him, but he had asked me for perfect fruit when he knew for a fact we hadn't ever saw one grow here.

"Should tell Isabelle. Isabelle." I repeated to myself. Isabelle would work for my purposes. She was slightly smaller in build but always worse loose conservative clothes. I'd just have a tail hole in my skirt was all. And she definitely wouldn't show up at home. It seemed too easy. I felt dumb for not thinking of her sooner.

Isabelle and I were two peas in a pod. We worked well together. But I didn't want to reveal Pink and I's arrangement to her. She already worked too hard. Stealing from her bothered me much more so than from Maddy. Isabelle was innocent and kind. But if I were to 'disappear' as Pink was threatening, she'd be involved. I continued to walk north and crossed onto Main Street. The houses where the city employees lived were north still. I'd only ever been to Isabelle's house once but I knew where it was. I muttered to myself. "I'm sorry, Isabelle," as I approached her house. I looked over my shoulder to see if I'd been followed. No one I could see, so I continued.

It was a simple house, much like the other villagers. Cute white fence, yellow walls. No smoke in the chimney. She had often told me she kept her spare key behind the street number of her house. An inspection of the 5 of her house number revealed a key stuck behind it. Violating trust for my own means. I hate to admit it, but though this is all her fault, Pink was right about me. I'm sorry. I unlocked the door and stepped in quietly, closing it behind me.

I flicked the light on and inspected the room. It was similar to all the other villagers, except she had a second story. There being no obvious signs of clothing storage on the ground floor, I still took notice of the surroundings. No fish, no bugs or plants. She must never get home enough to warrant having a pet. She did seem to have a lot of dolls though. Bordering the room were many dolls, dressed in obvious patchwork clothing. Many of the dolls were missing eyes, limbs or something. It was completely like Isabelle to take a broken doll and make it beautiful again. My heart lurched as I went upstairs. I wanted to be sick. What was I doing. This was wrong on many levels.

Upstairs her room was simple and almost bare. Two dressers. A soft plush carpet, a Rococco bed. Vanity mirror. Hope chest at the end of the bed. On the hope chest was a sea shell. Memories flooded back to me as I picked it up. Was just a little conch shell, but it was the one I had given to her on my first day as mayor. I ran it through my fingers and sat it back down. I went to her closet and began to investigate. Surprisingly, her closet was messy as hell, with it full of outfits on hangers she obviously never wore. She wouldn't miss one. I selected one and pocketed it. Then I bent down to inspect the drawers. Bras, panties, pantyhose. I shook my head in disgust as I picked up the bra. Still had a tag on it as if hadn't ever been worn. I pocketed one set each.

As for shoes, that would prove difficult. I hadn't even seen Isabelle wear shoes. As I scanned under her bed for shoes, I heard two heavy foot steps behind me. They were definitely wearing shoes. I pulled my head out and Officer Copper was standing there, arms folded, Isabelle hiding behind him. She gasped when she saw me, then panicked and looked around silently, trying to think.

"Blanca is it? Why are you in a house that does not belong to you?" Officer Copper demanded.

I looked down at the ground, realizing I still had the hair of Maddy. Trying to come up with an excuse, Isabelle took Copper's hand. "Its alright officer. I forgot that I invited them over tonight. Please forgive me."

I stood there, agape. Copper eyed me suspiciously, but then put his cap on. "Alright Ms. Isabelle. Is there anything else you need?"

"No, that is all. Thank you for coming on such short notice." Isabelle led him downstairs and I heard them converse quietly for a moment. Then I heard her paws coming up the stairs.

I sat down on the bed. What do I tell her? I don't want her to get involved. Pink is dangerous, but I can't lose my mayorship...

Isabelle entered the room, eyed her disturbed closets and she sighed. Then she sat down in a chair across from the bed and looked at me. "Well? May I ask why you are here?"

"I...er...well..." I sighed. What do I say? This is a no win situation for sure. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at work!" I accused.

Isabelle looked around the room nervously. "I'm sorry Mayor, I'll get back...hey wait a minute. I came home because I forgot my snack. And then Digby calls me and tells me someone walked into my house!" She stood over me with her hands on her hips. "Mayor...Anon. Please. Just tell me the truth. I will not judge. Just don't keep any secrets from me. I deserve more respect than that." Isabelle said softly, her big curious eyes staring at me.

An idea popped into my head. One that would, if she was feeling generous, cover this situation, and if she ever found out about Pink, would soften that blow significantly. I could feel tears coming on. I decided to let them. These were not false tears, I hated what I was about to do. To lie to the only person in this town I could trust. "You won't tell anyone?"

"No. Its just you and I. Please Anon. I'm worried about you. Just the truth. I promise I will not get angry." Isabelle sat down next to me and took my hands in her prehensile paws, stroking them gently.

"Well...I...uhmm..How do I say this? I..." How do I say this? Seriously.

"One thing at a time then. Why were you in my room?" Isabelle said gently, still squeezing my hand.

"I was here to get some clothes." I looked away from her, gripping her hand tightly.

Isabelle nodded and continued. "Why do you want my clothes, Anon?"

"I...I..." I let the tears flow. I sniffled and I squeezed her paw tightly. "You are the only girl in town that wears the same size of clothes that I do..."

Isabelle's face turned curious, then she put a paw on my back and rubbed. "Go on. Why do you need them?"

"I...I want to wear them."

She nodded. She didn't seem disgusted by it, though she was hard to read. "Why do you want to wear my clothes Anon?"

I sighed. Forgive me for this. "I...I feel as if I'd be more comfortable wearing girls clothes..." I trailed off, hoping she could finish the thought for me.

Isabelle nodded, as if she already knew. "The girls haircut, the fruity perfume. Spending all that time with Pink. Anon...look at me. Look." She took my head and made it face hers. "I don't think you're weird. Its hard to admit to something like that. But please, please Anon. Ask me next time. I'd do anything for you. I will keep your secret, but you have to promise me. Do not keep this from me because you think I wouldn't approve. You're my mayor and my only friend, I only want you to be happy." Isabelle's eyes teared up and she hugged me.

She was far too good for this, for me. I could feel tears flowing freely now, letting them roll down my cheek and onto her shoulder. The guilt gnawing away at me. It was the best outcome this could have had.

Isabelle smiled at me. "Well, since you're here, you won't scold me for leaving my desk. So stay here. I'll be right back." She quickly padded down stairs, the bells in her hair jingling as she did.

I decided now was the best time to replace the clothing I had taken. I had no idea how much she had seen, but it would make things easier if she didn't find her panties on me. The jingling was coming back upstairs so I took seat back on the bed.

"Anon, its really brave to admit what you did to me. I thought Harriet was just making up rumors, but she was right. I want to help you. All girls should feel pretty sometimes." Isabelle sat a small box full of clothes down beside her on the bed, and started to rummage through it. "We'll start with undergarments. You don't have as big a bust as me, but my bras should still fit you decently. Pick one out and I'll teach you how to put it on."

Great. Pink is trying to turn me into a girl. Isabelle is succeeding. I wonder if those two are working together. That doesn't matter now though. She's sincere and I have to play the part. "What...whats the difference?"

"Well, the bra is measured by how wide your ribcage is, and how wide your bust is. Your bust includes your breasts you see. The cup size is how large your breasts are, and the number is how many inches you are around under them. Take your shirt off and I'll show you." Isabelle said, taking a tape measure out of the box.

"I...Isabelle...my shirt?" I blushed and looked away.

"Anon, I'm going to treat you like I would a girl. It would be easiest if you relaxed and just did what I said. There's nothing wrong with a girl seeing another girl in her undies." Isabelle sat behind me and lifted my shirt up over my head.

I helped her finish it and I sat there, wrapping my arms around myself, suddenly feeling cold. "Isabelle...thank you..."

She dugs her paws into my shoulders and began to massage them. "Relax. No judgment here, no mocking, no secrets." She continued until my shoulders slumped and I moaned softly, then she took the measuring tape and looped it around me. "Put this tape under where your breasts would be."

I did as she instructed, moving the tape onto my chest. It was cold to the touch. After I positioned it she drew it tight around me and took a measurement. "Oh what do you know, you and I wear the same size. I was right." She giggled and went to her drawer and selected the same bra I had take out earlier. She removed the tag and sat behind me, placing the bra in my lap. "The easiest way is to put it on backwards. Put the cups on your back and fasten it in the front. Then shimmy it around into position, then put the straps over your shoulder."

I did as she instructed. I wrapped it around backwards, using the little hooks to fasten it. Surprised me how hard it was to get them to keep together. Then I spun it around and shouldered each strap. Isabelle undid it and refastened it in the back, then adjusted the shoulder straps for me so the wire under the bust-line was on tight. The constant pressure there was something new and exotic. I looked into the mirror. My long hair and my 'new' white bra already had me looking more feminine that I wanted. But Isabelle was not done with me.

"Next your stockings. Take off your pants." Isabelle ordered, and took a pair of pantyhose out of her box of extra clothing.

I did as instructed, standing up and undoing my khakis. I looked at myself in my underwear and covered my crotch, not wanting her to see.

"I see you've already taken to shaving your legs. This will be easy then. Or, first...hmmm." She went to her drawer and opened a section of it I hadn't inspected, inside were packages of new panties. She fished one out and opened it. "What color? Probably white to match your bra." She tossed a pair of cheap looking white panties with blue horizontal stripes to me, with lace along the edges. I looked up to her and swallowed, and she turned her back. "Put them on. We're going to make you a girl from the bottom up and we can't overlook any detail."

I hesitated, already well beyond my comfort zone here. I wanted to leave. But Isabelle was convinced I wanted to dress like a girl, and as such I had no choice. Despite her turning her back, I still made an effort to cover myself as I slipped my underwear off and pulled the soft silky panties on. As they went up my leg the lace tickled, and I pulled them all the way up, unsure of what to do with my extra anatomy. Goosebumps went up my spine. This was so naughty. The soft fabric against my legs was one thing, but against my genitals it was too stimulating. I pulled them up so they just barely covered my front. I was reminded of Pink using her panties to jerk me off before she mounted me. I didn't want Isabelle to see what it was doing to me, so I turned my back to her as well. I told her I was ready, and she seemed surprised I had my back to her.

"Anon, panties are just like boy's underwear. cover your butt with them." She giggled and pulled the panties up higher, rubbing the softness against the rapidly hardening shaft. She brought them up a couple inches so that they covered my butt completely, which in the front forced a lot of the fabric to touch me. I was fighting a losing war.

I tried to think of something that would distract me. Something to make it go down. Isabelle was genuinely trying to help me, she didn't need to know I had a rager. I tried to steady my breath. I thought of the steel shackles cutting into my wrists. I remembered crying in front of Pink. My heartbeat lowered and I relaxed, and after a moment it went down. I felt so dirty. "Isabelle...thank you. I haven't felt like this in a long time."

Isabelle flipped me around and pushed me onto the bed so I was sitting on the edge. She knelt down before me and wiggled one foot into the pantyhose she provided, bunching it up at the bottom. Then the other foot. The thin fabric was also new. It slid so easily on my still freshly shaved skin. I bit my lip and tried to prevent another erection. "Pantyhose are tricky. You have to slide and wiggle them up your leg. Once you get the crotch part up, just pull them up to your belly button or so. There shouldn't be much extra gap in between your legs."

I nodded and watched her wiggle the hosiery up my legs, slowly breathing. Each deep breath I took was resisted slightly by the bra. How did girls wear all of this and not get distracted? I wondered. Then I looked down at Isabelle, gently adjusting it, her tail swishing from side to side.

"Alright, stand up and pull it all the way up." Isabelle stood back to watch me.

I gripped the top of it and pulled up, being very careful to make sure they didn't tear. The hose slipped over my butt, then rubbed my crotch for just a second as it slipped past. I took a deep breath and move it up, the top actually squeezing my waist in slightly. I adjusted my panties underneath and looked to Isabelle for approval.

She inspected the crotch area and pulled some wrinkles out, then seemed to approve. "That is your under layer. Since its cold outside we're going to give you some winter clothes." She either didn't notice my hardon or was too polite to say anything.

As for me I was having trouble. Any movement of my legs at all made tiny chills flood up my back. Everything was so constricting. The bra, the hosiery. Even the panties seemed a little tighter than my normal underwear. But some part of me enjoyed it. I never actually wanted to be a girl, but dressing like one seemed fine. For the first time since this Pink situation started, I was actually relaxed, here with Isabelle. She was a true friend. One I betrayed, but she forgave. This of course, pushed me back into Pink's arms. To keep her away from Isabelle, whom she said would bear the brunt of any punishment I skipped out on. But for now, I just relaxed. I closed my eyes as she wrapped a skirt around my waist, adjusting the hem of it so it was just below the knee, then tightened it at the waist and fastened the belt that was on it.

"Can you breathe still? Don't want to cut off any circulation. Comfort is most important." Isabelle said, looking up at me, that same gentle smile on her face.

"Yes...I'm fine. Thank you. Thank you so much..." I smiled back at her. "The last few days have been a very confusing time for me..."

"That's understandable. Here, put this on." She handed me a long-sleeved, white button up blouse. I slipped my arms into the sleeves and felt the tug of the bra each time. I buttoned it from the top down. then she gently adjusted it so that it fit my form better. "That's about it. Now, lets do your make up. You have great skin but a few things can be made better..." She sat on her bed with a make up kit, then pat the space next to me.

I knelt down on the bed, letting her access my face more easily. "Make up? That's far too much Isabelle..." I was suddenly reminded of the dolls downstairs. I must have been another dolly she could make pretty and loved again.

"No no. I said you'll be beautiful. Today your inside will match your outside." She inspected my face, then took a small brush and dabbed it in a powder that seemed close to my skin tone. "Keep your mouth closed, breathe through your nose." She gently applied it to my cheeks. "Something to soften your cheekbones...now..." She applied a tiny bit of mascara to a brush and gently added it to my eyelashes. "Makes your face more feminine...and finally..." Isabelle checked several colors of lipstick, picked a near match to my lips and applied it gently. I pursed my lips so it would be easier to do so. "Now make a kiss sound. Mwah!"

I made the kiss sound to even out the lipstick. Isabelle stood me up and showed me her mirror. What I saw was shocking to me. After my new longer hair, the make up and the clothes, I looked entirely like a woman. After all of the torture Pink had put me through, Isabelle had done in an hour what Pink's aim was. I was comfortable with this. I stood there staring for a moment in awe. Isabelle truly cared for me. She wanted me to be pretty, and I was. The arousal was still there, of course. Each tug of the bra, each flutter of the skirt sent sensations up my body. I couldn't help it. I was comfortable though. I could easily imagine myself going to Brewster's in the ensemble. I thought for a moment.

"Isabelle, thank you..." I said softly, tears in my eyes. "I don't deserve you. I don't deserve this..."

Isabelle smiled and ran her paw through my hair. "Do you like what you see? Is this what you want to be?" She stood next to me in the mirror.

"I...I don't know...I'm still confused." I said, not entirely lying. I was uncomfortable with the fact that I was comfortable. And not in just a fetishy, exotic way. Pink's aim was to feminize me, but she was overt and blunt about it and resisted. Once it had been done in a gentle manner, I accepted it readily. Which means Pink was much closer to her goal than I wanted to let on. Would I be able to resist?

Why resist it. You know how you feel right now. I thought to myself. Maybe if you go to Pink humbly and obedient, she will treat you like Isabelle did? I honestly doubted it. But a small sliver of hope was there.

Isabelle shook me out of my silence. "Well, you are free to take this box home with you. Wear the clothes around your house when you're alone if you're still nervous. If its something you feel is right, I will help you procure your own clothes, teach you how to do makeup..." Isabelle seemed excited

"Are you kicking me out, after...after..." Emotions began to well up inside me. I didn't want to go. I wanted to be with Isabelle. I wanted to go have coffee with her, and do other things.

"No, no no Anon. I'm needing to get back to the office and its 11:45. You should go rest. This stuff here..." She indicated a clear bottle in the make up tray. "Will remove your make-up so you don't get your sink all dirty. Don't sleep in it either. I will see you at City Hall tomorrow, alright?" She gave me a soft kiss on the forehead.

"Yes...I'll go sleep...that sounds good..." I slipped my old shoes on, my practical black boots, then picked up the box full of clothes she gave me. After a moment she added the make up kit and two more sets of underwear for me.

"Go right home. You're not sure about this yet, and that's fine. But in the long run it will be easier if no one sees you. Though you are beautiful." Isabelle said gently while we stood at her door. The cool wind brushed past me; it surprised me how warm my skirt and stockings were. I could feel the cold but it didn't linger.

Her calling me beautiful sent a chill up my spine, more-so than the cold did. I stood staring down into the box, wondering what I was feeling. Silently I closed the box up and went in the direction of home. The only sound was the wind whistling by and my footsteps. I easily had time to make it home and report to Pink. And there was a new feeling. A yearning, almost like a pain in my heart. I trudged on, passing the tracks and setting on the south path, the fastest way to my house. No villagers in sight. Pink's house had its lights on. She was undoubtedly furious. That all seemed far away though. There was a serenity here, in the quietness. No dread, no fear. Maybe this is what I had wanted. I had never known any longing like I had in my heart now, nor a yearning for someone else's touch like I did from those series of dreams. I didn't understand it. I couldn't put it to words. But the dream with Pink and how gentle and loving she was, the way Isabelle treated me, the clothes, the way I looked in the mirror. It made me question everything.

I reached my house, opened the door and plopped the box just inside. Remembering quickly, I removed the necklace from my pocket and wrapped it around my neck. I expected the tightness around it, but it just seemed to hang there. I tested it. "Hello?" My old voice. I went to the mirror and pressed the heart gem against my Adam's apple and it went to its customary tightness after a snap. I coughed a little bit, but I remembered I could still breathe. I repeated my hello, and this time the woman's voice came out. I examined myself in the mirror one last time. It was barely me. I could tell it was me, but everything was different.


*********Chapter 9: Soft and Silky*********


Few short minutes later, after double checking everything, I was on my way to Pink's house. She once again saw me approaching, then stopped me at the door. Her eyes opened wide when she examined my face, lifted my skirt to see my pantyhose. She stayed silent and motioned me inside, then we both sat on the couch. No drinks today apparently.

After a long while, Pink broke the silence. "I suppose I told you to acquire clothes. How you got them, I don't know. But you had help. I'm deciding if I should count that against you."

"Pink...may I ask you a question?" I said, curling up on the couch, looking into her eyes. Now that I knew what makeup looked like, I could tell she was wearing some kind of lipstick.

"Feel free. Though I won't answer if I don't want."

"Earlier today you said you knew I took a nap..." I said sheepishly, my voice squeaking.

"Yes. I knew you did. Did you enjoy your dream? All 23 of them?" Pink leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms above her then folding them across herself again. She gave me the same smile she'd given whoever she was making love to in that dream.

"May I ask...who that was?"

"No. If you haven't figured it out by now, you should probably mull it over a bit longer." Pink looked up into the sky for a moment, then back at me. "Was adequate punishment for taking a nap when you had a time sensitive task I feel. Tell me, do you feel ashamed? Weak, helpless? Violated? Are you afraid of me now?"

I wanted to deny what I actually felt, but couldn't. I simply stayed quiet and shook my head. "I had no idea you could be so gentle."

"Gentleness is a reward. Only good girls get handled gently. The person in that dream was enthusiastic. She wanted my affection. She surrendered to me unconditionally, did all the tasks I required of her quickly and obediently, and even on her worst day she never was half as terrible a person as you are. And YOU are the mayor. Hmmph." Pink seemed disgusted.

"I...I'm sorry." I said quietly, not looking at her.

Pink said nothing, just looked at her nails, as if expecting something.

My heart began to race. Yet somehow I felt that things would turn out. Isabelle's gentle treatment had stoked something within me. Perhaps Pink could further explain it. She wouldn't answer if she felt she had to continue to fight me. "What if I...I were to surrender to you now then?" At that instant I felt my pride melt off of me. All I could feel now was a  yearning. Yes she had control of me. Yes she was sadistic and would take everything from me. Maybe I was just looking for a small bit of pleasure.

"I'd be disappointed, really. Wearing down a boy until he begs for you to control him is a hobby of mine. But after I took out my frustrations on you, your life would pretty much return to normal. Except you'd be a girl all day and submit to my whims. I'd probably do what I did to her in the dream to you as well. Sort of my way of accepting you into the fold." Pink said nonchalantly.

That was exactly what I wanted. Could I really give up everything for a few moments of pleasure though? Was this her exact game? I decided to try and save face by changing the subject. "Do you approve of my clothes?"

Pink seemed annoyed. "Who helped you get them? You even have make-up on. Amateurishly put on, but its there."

"Will you hurt them if I say who?" I clasped my own hands and rubbed them, to distract myself from her gaze.

Pink shook her head. "Any anger I have will be brought onto you, not them. Though I already have an idea who it is, considering there is a tail hole in your skirt and you're wearing Isabelle's blouse. Was it her?"

I nodded, slowly. "Please don't punish her, I didn't tell her about our arrangement. She thinks I want to be a cross-dresser, so she gave me these clothes." I felt tears welling up. "I don't care what you do to me...please don't punish her."

Pink considered for a moment. "Punish Isabelle, why would I..." She paused for a moment, then shook her head and continued, dropping the subject. "Why the change of heart? What did she tell you or do for you that makes you suddenly being ok with this?" She stood up and went to her bar in the corner and poured herself another fruit juice drink, then sat down next to me.

"When I saw myself as I am now...something clicked. Like it felt right. I still don't think I want to be a girl, but I feel more at peace with it now. Like...like I'm ready to accept my new life." I said meekly, my woman's voice making me sound young and impressionable, also adding an underline to 'new life'.

Pink sat and stared. She looked into her drink and took a sip, then she looked back up at me. "What exactly are you willing to accept? Describe this feeling more."

I swallowed and continued. "Every single problem I'm had over the last few days has been entirely my fault. Though you were the one bringing the hammer down on me, if I hadn't been so lazy, or so arrogant..."

"And why did you think you could get away with a nap?" Pink added.

"Because I thought I knew better. I am...humbled. There's a peace inside of me now because I've accepted I was wrong." I said. My pride having left me, it became far easier to tell the truth, and I could see things more clearly. She was right about that.

Pink nodded and raised her drink. "So you admit what I've known this entire time. Then, tell me, Ann, what will you do about it?"

"I...I will do what you wish. I won't complain. Just please go easy on me and give me time to adjust. Please don't take Isabelle away from me. Please take from me what you will, then accept me as yours..." I moved down off the couch and knelt before her, putting my head on the couch next to her knees in an attempt to show submission.

Pink took another drink from her glass. "Well I'm afraid I don't believe you. You have done everything I wished, but I remain unconvinced you actually wish it."

"How can I prove it then?" I asked meekly.

"Remove your blouse and skirt. Let me see your panties." Pink said. She indicated the basement stairs. "Down there. Put yourself at my mercy. Expose yourself to me." Pink stood up, finished her drink, then walked to the basement stairs, beckoning to me.

A chill went up my spine. "Down there...again?" The thought terrified me. But to keep her away from Isabelle...I stood up and took her hand, and she walked me down to the basement. The same cold steel table was there, complete with the same bindings that still made my wrists smart. I stood before her after she sat on her stool, then I unbuttoned my blouse and placed it aside, then undid the latch on my skirt and it fell around my ankles. Then I undid my boots and placed them aside. I looked to her for approval, my arms folded under my bra as if the cups were being supported by my arms.

Pink pointed to the table behind me. "If you truly surrender to me, lock yourself into my power." She crossed her legs and watched me, her eyes intense.

I looked at the table and shivered. I hopped onto it and laid down as I had the previous days. I fastened the shackles around my ankles, the pantyhose protecting me from the deep cuts. Next I placed my right arm into its shackle, then wrapped the left one up, but I couldn't lock it in place without help. I looked to Pink, who was watching intently. "Please Pink. I can't fasten the last one without help." I looked away, aware of what I was asking. This was it. This is the moment when Pink proved what sort of master she would be.

Pink idly walked to the table and slid the left arm's shackle into the locked position. She tested each one and nodded at me. "I believe your plea then, Ann. How do you feel?"

I tried to get comfortable, but the metal table was still cold to the touch. "Cold but I feel I've made the right choice."

She ran a single fingernail from my bra down to my pantyhose, which she decided to lower down to my knees. Then she hopped up on the table and knelt beside me. "Well, Isabelle obviously did something to you. You've embraced your feminine side. You seem to be craving comfort more than your pride. In the end, she may have ended up more dangerous to you than I am." Pink placed her hand on my inner thigh, running it up and down and teasing my pantied crotch each time. "Anything less that complete obedience, complete surrender, Isabelle will take your place here, and I'll let you watch me break her dolly."

I winced at the threat. Isabelle was too good for this. Whatever pride left in me, though my heart was screaming for calm in the turmoil, I knew I had to keep Pink away from her.

She started to tickle the tip of my member through the panties. "You see the problem is, Ann, is that while your heart has embraced it, your body still has the desires of a boy. Thats not something we can get rid of completely. You'll still want to take things that don't belong to you, still be lazy and still think you know best."

"No no, I want to change. I truly do." I said sheepishly in my girl's voice.

"Its a simple problem to deal with. Wearing these clothes should not excite you. It should be normal and boring, not taboo. So here is how we're going to fix it." She grabbed the member through the panties, making it go straight up, revealing about half of its length. "Soft panties like this are stimulating and sexy. Thats what we need to get away from. We must make you embrace your good side, your beautiful side." With a flick, she ripped the panties off, revealing my bare penis. She examined the tattered remains of the panties, then slowly lowered them down and tickled the underside of the shaft with them. The full length of them trailed up and down the member, keeping my breath short and my body tense.

I gasped at the tiny tickling on the underside, the brushing of the lace against it making my heart race and my body tense. "Pink...I..."

"Silky panties like this are naughty. See what they do to you? Your body will never be at peace while you wear these." She wrapped the panties around her hand, then she took a full grip of my penis with the pantied hand. The soft cloth easily aroused me to the fullest, her sultry tone and her insistent sliding of the garment making me squirm. Pink continued. "Once a week, until I see fit, Ann, you will report to me. I will remove all of your hair on your body to keep you smooth, I will rub the lotion into your skin to keep you weak and soft, and I will use these naughty, naughty panties to remove all those nasty male urges in your body."

I was entranced. My body was obeying her completely. I felt her control wrap around me. It was satisfying and welcome. Naughty, yet comfortable. Stimulating, yet relaxing.

"Yes. Thats good." She began to jerk me off with the panties, letting the silky softness of the fabric do most the work. "Release the savage, barbaric essence within you. Embrace the peace and warmth of womanhood. Become the girl you saw when you looked in the mirror and saw what Isabelle turned you into."

I bit my lip, I felt a powerful urge to release. My back arched and I gasped, my face contorted. I felt one mighty spurt leave me, then another. Something about her voice did it to me. She continued to stimulate me even after I started to cum, making sure every last drop came out. I slowly relaxed, still moaning softly from her caress.

"See how serene you are now? This is what I mean. Feel it wash over you. Your mind is clear now." Pink inspected the cum soaked panties, using them to wipe up the excess from my midriff, then dropped them in a nearby waste bin. "Now you can be at peace. No sexy stimulation. Just warmth and peace..."

I gasped as I felt each drop leave me. I lay there, looking up at Pink. My stockings still tingled my legs. My bra still constricted my chest, and was still stimulating. But she was right. I had a few moments of clarity. This is what I wanted. This is what I craved most, this is what I yearned for when I saw myself in the mirror. Not the excitement of wearing the wrong sex's clothes, but the safety and security it offered. Isabelle, and now even Pink, was treating me gently. It was addicting.

Isabelle had accepted me as I was, despite my lie to her. She'd given me a soft, warm place to go to. I felt my body relax and I yawned, tired from the late hour and the roller coaster I'd been on today.



**********Chapter 10: Pink Seals Ann's Fate**********



Pink undid my bonds and ordered me to sit up. "Ann, I want you to drink this. It will suppress your nasty urges. It will keep your mind clear and you can focus on being the best mayor you can. Do you understand?" She pressed a cup of the same peach smelling juice she'd offered me before.

I nodded and took a swallow. It was sweet and fruity, with a strange bit of grittiness inside of it. Was palatable though, so I took another. It was a strangely filling drink, as if it could be a meal by itself.

"I'll make sure you always have a supply of it. One of these every day should keep your sick, savage side at bay. It will keep your skin soft and keep your other things soft too." Pink said, smirking at me. "Now, we have to go to City Hall."

I sat up. "What, why? Its so late. Isabelle is probably asleep."

"We will wake her then. Oh, one more thing. Put these on." She went to a drawer on the side of the room and removed another pair of panties, these were the side-tie style. She wrapped them around my waist and helped me tie each side.

I looked into a mirror she had set in the wall. Here I was, in girl's underwear. Cute, girly pink panties with what was left of my masculinity showing a bulge in the front. She approached me from behind and slipped her hand inside of them on the front, leaving a small plastic object in them.

"Pull your panties up tight, adjust it so that that bead is on the bottom of the tip of your penis." She ordered.

I did so, pulling them up higher so I got a slight wedgie in the back. It was uncomfortable. Then she looped a pink ribbon through the bead and tied it gently to my phallus so it would stay in place.

Pink then held up a small pink remote, and pushed a button it. The bead began to wiggle. A soft humming sound came from my crotch. I gasped and leaned against the wall as it sent unwanted waves of pleasure into me. She nodded, satisfied, then pressed the button again and it stopped. "Now put your clothes back on. We're going to talk to Isabelle about what she did with you. Any word from you and I'll show you how aroused you are by wearing her clothes. We'll just make her think you wanted her clothes to jerk off in."

I shook my head, then pulled the hose back up to my waist. "Please leave her out of this...if you respect me at all, any tiny amount...please..." I walked gingerly to the skirt and wrapped it back around my waist, then began to button up the blouse.

"Maybe when you become worthy of respect you'll get it. But for now you're barely above a beast, and you must be controlled. Boots on. Lets go." She pushed the button again, left it on for a few seconds and turned it back off. She grinned to herself and put the remote in her pocket.

I squeaked when the bead turned back on, the pantyhose actually making it worse. With them and the skirt on, the vibration was almost completely silent. She watched me put my shoes back on, then led me upstairs by the hand. "Pink, please, please keep Isabelle out of this."

"You are the one that got her involved. Another thing you can punish yourself for later." Pink pushed me out of the house and locked the door behind us, then she took my hand and we walked towards City Hall.

The air was cool, the wind was blowing a little stronger than usual. Crystal clear sky. I looked up as I was led across the central bridge. I began to plead with Pink. "I will do whatever you ask, please not her...please..."

Pink scowled at me and reached into her pocket. The vibrator came on again. "Are you done? Well? Are you?!" She somehow made it vibrate more intensely.

I fell to all fours and gasped, my feminine voice panting and whining. "Stop that...please...stop it..."

Pink intensified it again. "Well? Are. You. Done?"

My member was already nearly fully erect, poking out the top of the panties, taking the ribbon with the vibe in it with it. It was plainly visible through the pantyhose now. "Yes, forgive me..."

Pink turned it off and picked me back up and brushed me off. "Complete silence from you unless you're spoken to. Even a dumb boy like you can figure that out."

"I'm not a dumb boy-" I caught myself mid sentence, realizing what I had just said.

Pink sneered at me. "Dumb girl then." No small amount of triumph in her eyes. She took my arm and we walked east to the town plaza with the tree. I found myself strangely compliant all of a sudden. What have I done...why did I let that slip?

We reached the door, and Pink opened it for me. Isabelle looked up from her work, and covered her mouth with her paw. "Mayor...you're supposed to be at home! Is something wrong?" Then she saw Pink with me. "Oh...oh I see now. Please, come in."

Pink greeted Isabelle, they whispered to one another, Isabelle nodding as Pink spoke to her. I sat in one of the chairs off to the side, trying my hardest to not show my still erect self as I did. Pink sat on my right, and Isabelle on my left. A long awkward silence.

Isabelle was the first to speak. "So, Anon. I see you got caught. Or did Pink already know about this?"

Pink interjected. "I already knew. Anon told me first in fact. She," She emphasized the pronoun, "She said she wanted to be a girl, but she couldn't work up the nerve to do anything about it."

I opened my mouth to protest, but Pink shook her head at me and reached into her pocket. The threat was enough and I stayed quiet.

Isabelle nodded. "Anon came to my house earlier this evening. I see he's still wearing the clothes I gave him...her." She corrected herself and smiled at me, looping her paw around my hand and holding it tightly. "He...She had the happiest look on her face when she looked in the mirror the first time after I dressed her."

I wanted to curl up and die. My face was already beet red, presuming the make up hid any of it.

Pink leaned forward to Isabelle. "You did make up and everything for her. Guess she just needed a push in the right direction." She nudged me gently. "Well, why we are here. Anon...Ann. Ann is the name she picked for her new identity. Ann and I talked, and we decided it was best if we just jumped in the deep end with this."

I opened my mouth to protest again, this time she did click the remote. I gasped softly and closed my legs to try and keep it as quiet as possible. I sighed and rubbed my legs together, trying to distract myself.

"What do you mean?" Isabelle asked.

"Well, we decided that since Ann wants to be a girl, we should let the whole town know. Maybe post it on the bulletin board. Get Ann a new ID card that's pink."

My jaw nearly hit the floor. Pink simply turned the vibe up again once more and squeezed my hand. I had to stop this. I had to say something. "Pink I don't think that's necessary. I'd really like to just-"

"Anon, your voice! Is that what you've been practicing with Pink?" Isabelle seemed shocked, having never heard my female voice. "You did a good job Pink. If I didn't know better I wouldn't have been able to tell Anon was a boy!"

Pink smirked and turned the vibe off, to my relief. "Yes, we've been working on lots of things. But, Isabelle, she has a request for you that she is too nervous to say. If I may."

Isabelle looked to me, holding my hand in both of hers. "Anything."

"She wants you to be her full-time girl-coach. To be her bestie, her shadow. To keep her from doing silly things like going to the boy's bathroom. Take her out on dates, show her all the fun things she can do as a girl. The full girl experience. Shopping, dancing, flirting with boys, late night sad movies and chocolate ice cream. You know the stuff."

Isabelle smiled wider and nodded. "Of course! I'd love to do that. Though I'm not very good at flirting..." She stood up, her tail waggling. "Oh wow...this is so great." She leaned down and pat my head, then went back to her desk. "I'll get you your new ID card right away! Wow, the mayor and me, best friends..." She swooned.

I shook my head. I wanted to say no. I wanted to correct her. There was no easy way out of this. I decided to come clean. Everything had to come out, now or never. "Isabelle, its not exactly..."

Pink turned the vibe up to the highest level yet. She looked at me innocently, shrugging her shoulders. "Are you alright? You were saying?"

"Its not exactly...Well. Isabelle, thank you. Thats all I have to say." I said quickly, pleading silently with Pink to stop it. I had used every tiny bit of strength I had left to not scream. The vibe stopped again after Pink was convinced I was going to be quiet.

"One more thing, Isabelle, this is probably out of line, but as we walked over here we decided it was best that Ann stay away from her house for awhile. Until we can redecorate of course. Can she sleep at your house?" Pink asked.

My face blanched. She knew exactly what she was doing. If I try to run, she'll know where Isabelle is. She is so precise and thorough. I never stood a chance.

"Well, I only have one bed...but it can be like a sleep over!" Isabelle's face was ecstatic.

"Yes. Well then, Ann,  Isabelle. I am going to head to bed. I want to hear all about it tomorrow. We'll do brunch. After we tell everyone in town after all. Just be much easier to tell everyone at once rather than one at a time." Pink turned and smirked at me, then back to Isabelle. "Good night you two. Have fun!" She stopped by me and whispered into my ear. "Just remember, Ann. When you're trying to fall asleep tonight, you want this. On some level, this is exactly what you wanted to happen."

Pink shuffled out of the door, then I watched her walk to her house through the window. She turned back and waved as if she knew I was watching.

My gut was tying itself in knots. I almost wanted to throw up. Isabelle seemed excited though. I had had no idea she wanted to be friends like this. Did she even have friends? A light bulb went off. It had been Pink's masterstroke. Isabelle didn't have any real friends. So she'd be with me as often as she could, and she works with me too. She was also convinced I wanted to be a girl,  and would keep to her job as 'girl-coach' with a passion. And If I told her otherwise? Her only friend would have told her to leave. Pink knew how much I cared for Isabelle. That was the other part of her genius move. Had she appointed herself 'girl-coach' to me, I'd have resisted up until very recently. Isabelle, of all people in this town, with her gentleness and pure intentions, would get me to accept what Pink wanted me to be. And telling the entire town? Only way out after that is to leave. And then she'd get to be mayor.

It was win-win for her. No matter what I did, it came up Pink. So what do I do? Whats the least painful way to go?

To tell Isabelle off, Isabelle would be crushed and I'd have to face that every day at work.

To tell Pink off, I didn't know exactly what, but I feared for Isabelle's safety.

Best then, to protect Isabelle. To keep Pink in check, I had to do what she wanted. For my town, for Isabelle, for my own sanity. If I went with it, maybe I'd get to see that gentle side of her.

"Isabelle?"

"Yes mayor?" She looked up from her paperwork.

"We don't need to do this right away. I'm super sleepy and would like to get to bed." I yawned to accentuate the point.

"Oh, ok! We'll go to my house then. Truth be told, mayor, now that we're besties I can tell you this. I never actually stayed here all night. I just wanted to impress you." She looked at me sheepishly.

I feigned surprise. "Anything else you need to confess?" I smiled at her, my new voice making me feel like a stranger in the room.

"No. But I'm so happy you picked me. All the fun we'll get to have. We'll go clothes shopping, and get you the perfect new hairstyle and a makeover..." Isabelle shouldered her purse and continued to chat.

I couldn't even fathom what I'd have done if I had told her no now. We both went to the door and she locked it behind us. "First rule of being a girl is never going alone anywhere. Girls travel in packs." She took my hand in her paw and led me to the traintracks.

I remained silent the entire walk down to her house. She went on and on about all the fun things we'd do. As we approached her house I looked up into the sky again. I was dreading tomorrow. It was going to be a long, awkward day. How would the village take it, I wondered.

Isabelle unlocked her door and pushed me up the stairs. "I haven't had a sleep over since I was a little puppy. I wish you weren't sleepy, there's so many things I want to do."

"Sorry." I squeaked as I stepped into her room.

She began to rummage through her mess of a closet, and tossed me a large tank top. "We'll get you some proper sleeping wear tomorrow, but for now, just take your clothes off and wear this. And take off your bra too. They're really uncomfortable when you're trying to sleep. Isabelle began to dress down herself, undoing her blouse and skirt, revealing simple white panties and her bra, identical to the one I had on.

I immediately looked away. "Isabelle really, in here?"

"Its alright. I saw you almost naked. We're both girls, Ann. Girls see each other like this all the time." I noted that even though she said that, she still didn't turn to face me to actually show off her body. She slipped her bra straps down and twisted it around, undoing it in the same way she had instructed me to put it on.

I decided it was best to follow suit. I took off my blouse and skirt, pulled my pantyhose down to my ankles. I remembered the ribbon with the vibe in it which I quickly undid and hid under her nightstand. I felt my bra unhook by itself, I saw Isabelle standing behind me, she having undone it. I put the big tank on, it went down to my knees and was made of cotton. On the front it said "Townnamehere Est. 2004."

"Sorry. Faster that way." She giggled and led me to her tiny bathroom and we both squeezed in. She gave me a small cloth and dabbed a clear liquid on it. "Rub this on your face. It will remove your makeup. If you sleep with it on, it will make you break out."

I nodded and did what she said. It came off rather easily, and my face felt lighter and cleaner afterwards.

"Now, off to bed. We'll each get one blanket." She pushed me onto her bed. I decided to take the half closest to the wall. I slipped under the sheets and Isabelle tossed a big red blanket on me. Then she slipped under the covers herself, she taking the blanket that was already on the bed. She turned to me and reached out and stroked my face. It sent a small wave of pleasure through me. "Good night, Ann."

I nodded and turned my back to her. "Good night, Isabelle." I stared at the wall. This was it then. Wasn't so bad. I do miss my bed, this one is too soft. At least I know Isabelle will be safe. She's too good for this situation.

I felt that same feeling of serenity wash over me as I listened to Isabelle's breath. Everything would work out. It will all be fine. My new life was not a bad one.



***********Epilogue: Not Long Enough To Get Its Own Chapter***********



Several hours later...

Isabelle's right eye shot open. She gently nudged Anon's side, testing if he was asleep. She then quietly slipped out of the bed. Isabelle bent down to retrieve the vibrating ribbon from under her nightstand, her tail swishing from side to side as she saw it. She put it in her pocket after she had slipped a bathrobe around herself.

She went downstairs and peered out the window, put a pair of slippers on and stepped outside.

Pink approached from the direction of the train tracks. She looked to either side and joined Isabelle on her porch.

"Any fussiness after you got him here?" Pink asked.

"No, the peach juice is be doing its job." Isabelle shook her head. "By the way, stop strapping things to my dolls. They do not belong to you. Pervert." Isabelle chided Pink, giving her the vibrating ribbon.

"I'm sorry mistress. It just looked so cute on him though." Pink smiled.

"I'm sure it did. Do you have more of the juice?"

Pink nodded and handed her two bottles full of the pinkish juice. "Freshly made yesterday. Maddy finished them while she was 'out of town' today."

"So Maddy caught him in her house?" Isabelle asked.

"Yes. Everything worked out just as you planned. I paid Luna off to trap Anon in Maddy's dream. I called Maddy for coffee 15 minutes before I let Anon out, and it lined up perfectly." Pink recounted.

"So that's why he looked so tired. It worked out well."

"Yes mistress. If I may ask a favor...I still need him for," She paused. "Release. Him being the only male human left in town..."

"Yes I know. Now get out of here. I'll tease him all day tomorrow and send him to your house riled up and thirsty. I'll send the turnip prices with him as well. Don't you dare mark his skin up, or hurt him. He's my favorite doll."

"Thank you mistress." Pink smiled at Isabelle and took her paw and kissed it, then she walked back down the street, confident no one was watching her.

Isabelle looked up at the window where Anon was sleeping. If only you knew what you were up against...

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