A Force descended down to Earth. Some would have called it evil because of all the havoc it produced. But there wasn’t any malice in it. It was just ambivalent to the consequences of its actions. Besides for some, on rare occasions, the consequences were an improvement over what had gone before. The Force didn’t care, it just did what it wanted to see what would happen. It thought of what it did as experiments, but that really wasn’t true since regardless of how things turned out, no advancement would take place. What would happen, would happen and that would be the end of it. The Force wouldn’t get any pleasure nor write any papers for the benefit of others. There wouldn’t even be hard feelings by the Force for its subjects although the subjects considered themselves as victims but would never know the cause.

The Force was undetectable by anyone. It moved in and out. It didn’t know exactly what it was looking for among the people. Today’s first experiment was simple. What if a man could only feel the sexual response of the woman he was intimate with and the woman would only feel not her orgasms, but the orgasm of her lover at 10 times the Force. Would this change the lovemaking of these two people? The Force wanted to know. Why it wanted to know, well there was no reason, as described above the Force didn’t care. It found a young married couple who were about to make love. The young man, whose name was Tom, had just started to get intimate with his wife. He began by kissing her. He started lightly at first on her mouth but was also moving his lips to her neck and shoulders. While he was kissing her lips, everything felt fine, but when he moved a bit down, the feeling on his lips disappeared, but his neck and shoulders were feeling quite hot. The woman, whose name was Allison, on the other hand, wasn’t feeling anything. Allison knew what was happening and she felt the excitement and the anticipation of the sexual act. This caused her slit to grow wet, but she couldn’t even feel that, even though it was happening. Tom did feel the wetness between his legs though. This was egging Tom on. Tom increased the intensity of his kisses and put his hand under her shirt to massage Allison’s breast. Feeling the sensation of his hand on her breast as Allison would make his semi-hard shaft rock hard. But Allison wasn’t feeling anything. It was like she was reading a book about sex, but she wasn’t touching herself. It was like her body was numb. She didn’t know what to do, she was turned on, she wanted it, but she wasn’t getting anything. She didn’t know that only when he came she would feel anything. By now, Tom had removed Allison’s shirt and bra and started to kiss and lick her breast. This was sending ecstasy throughout his own body. It was centered at his chest, but he could feel it everywhere too. If his mouth wasn’t full, he would be moaning in pleasure. Allison decided to take matters into her own hands and put her hand in her pants. She started to massage her clit and this put her over the edge. She climaxed, the problem was she didn’t feel it, Tom did. Tom didn’t know it could be like this. Allison kept massaging and Tom kept feeling climax after climax. Finally, Allison had had enough. She pushed Tom off her and went into the bathroom to get away and think. She thought something was wrong with her body. Had she become fridged? She started to cry. Tom in the other room was still revved up. He had had the best love-making session of his life and he didn’t think he had done very much. After all, he didn’t even touch her pussy let alone penetrate her. He also realized that even though he felt like he orgasmed many times, he never really spurted. So he decided while he was in the mood to whack off. He took his member in his hand and started to stroke it. It got hard, but he couldn’t feel it. Allison in the other room was starting to feel the heat. So she decided to try again and play with herself. This encouraged (without him knowing it) Tom in the other room. Within 3 minutes, Tom erupted. Allison in the other room had the best mind-crushing orgasm of her life. Strangely enough to Tom in the other room he had felt nothing. The Force was pleased with itself although it wondered when they would realize what was happening. Maybe it would come back for a second look another time.

The next of its victims were two men. The two men were similar. They were in their thirties and married. As it turned out they had been friends for a long time, but that didn’t matter to the Force. What did matter was that a five-year-old girl who wasn’t watching where she was going, strayed a few feet from her mother and bumped into one of the men. This got the Force thinking. What would be worse for the men, to have to act like a 5-year-old girl for the rest of his life or to have everyone treat him like he was a 5-year-old girl for the rest of his life? Hmmm, interesting, let’s find out, tomorrow, both of these men's lives will change radically.

The next day, Roy woke up. From Roy’s perspective, nothing had changed. He was still Roy Thompson, he was 32 years old, he was married to his wife Susan. None of Roy’s identity had changed, but his personality had changed. He now had the personality and emotions of a five-year-old girl. He didn’t know that his personality was now the same as the girl who bumped into him yesterday. Roy got out of bed, went down, and turned on the TV. He switched the channel to the cartoon network and then sat in front of the TV with his legs crossed Indian style. Susan his wife was in the kitchen making breakfast. She called out to him, “Roy honey, breakfast is on the table.”

“OK” was his only reply.

About 5 minutes later, she called again, “It’s getting cold and the carpool will be here soon, C’mon.”

“Comin...”

Another minute later, Susan walked into the living room and saw Roy there. He was sitting on the floor, still in his pajamas watching cartoons.

“What are you doing!?!”

“I’ll be there in a minute, just waiting for the commercial,” Roy whined.

“Why are you watching that?”

“I like it.”

“You do? Stop pulling my leg, you know that John and the carpool will be here soon, go get dressed”

“Oooooo kayyyyyy”

Roy walked upstairs with his head down and looked for something to wear. But he wasn’t sure what he wanted.

“Honey, what do you think I should wear today?” he shouted downstairs.

“Wear your wool, blue pinstriped suit.”

“Oooookay.”

Roy found the suit in question and a white shirt and put it on. He liked the way he looked, was very grownup, and came down for breakfast. Susan gave him some eggs for breakfast and a little toast and coffee. Roy put sugar in the coffee, lots of sugar, 4 or 5 tablespoons. He munched on the toast a bit and had a sip or two of the coffee but was mostly playing with his food. He moved the food from one side of the plate to the other. Hid the eggs under some toast. Before he knew it, there was a honk of a car horn. John’s carpool was outside. Roy called “Bye hun” and actually ran out the door.

Roy got into the car and sat down. John said “Hi” and Roy said the same and they drove off. John changed the radio station to the “Radio Disney” channel. John changed it back immediately without realizing what channel it was set to.

“Leave the channel where it is, I’m trying to listen to the traffic.”

On the way to the office, Roy just looked out the window. John tried to make small talk, but no matter what he tried to talk about, whether it was sports or politics or whatever, Roy didn’t seem to show much interest, saying things like, ‘uh huh’ and ‘naa’ or ‘yeah.’ So after a while, he stopped trying and they rode into the city in silence.

Roy was dropped off in front of the office building that he worked and went inside. He got into the elevator and was soon on his floor. He walked to his office. Coworkers greeted him as he passed. He returned the greeting. As he entered his office, he saw his secretary, he really liked her, she had been with him for over five years. So he ran up to her and hugged her and gushed an enthusiastic, “Hiya”.

His secretary was shocked but hugged back uncomfortably. After he broke the hug, she told him his messages were on his desk and reminded him of a meeting he had at 10. He told her, he didn’t know what he would do without her and then entered his inner office and closed the door. His secretary didn’t know what to think of the hug. It was strange, she didn’t think it was appropriate and decided to tell him not to do it again later. Other than that, she went to her desk and proceeded to do her work.

Roy in his office saw the messages on his desk and looked them over, but he really didn’t want to call these people back. He decided not to bother. Now, Roy was bored, he didn’t want to do his work. It was boring, so Roy looked around. He decided he wanted to draw. He picked up a pencil and a piece of paper and started drawing a horsey. After drawing for a while, he noticed a yellow highlight marker and used it to help color his drawing. Then he found a red editing marker and a black flair and using all of these pens and stuff, Roy continued to draw. He drew a pretty scene with a horse and a mommy and a daddy in the sunshine.

Before he knew it was time for the 10 o’clock meeting. His secretary beeped him and he went to the meeting. He took his pens and paper and the new picture that he wasn’t finished with. While the meeting was going on, he started drawing again.

One of his coworkers noticed what he was doing and eventually Roy’s boss also noticed. When asked what he was doing, Roy told them he was drawing. When the incredulous people asked why Roy told them the truth. That the meeting was boring and he wanted to color.

His boss told him, “You can’t do that.”

And Roy told them “Yes I can,” and then stuck out his tongue.

His boss’s anger dissipated as he realized something was seriously wrong. “Are you feeling ok?”

“Yeah”

“Anything happen with you and Susan?”

“No everything is fine”.

The questions continued and they told him to rest on the couch, while they called his house.

Susan was at home when she received the call. Roy’s boss was on the line saying something was wrong with Roy. But she couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong. Something about not acting right and drawing pictures. They didn’t know what exactly was wrong, they were saying things like stroke or maybe psychosis they didn’t know. In fear of being sued, they called an ambulance to take him to the hospital.

Susan didn’t know what they were talking about, but was concerned and drove straight to the hospital. Once there, a nurse asked Roy a bunch of standard questions. Name, address, stuff like that. All these things, Roy answered without a problem. Eventually, the nurse moved to the question of why was Roy here. Roy didn’t know. He thought he was being punished for drawing at a meeting at work.

Roy was accompanied by one of his coworkers who tried to tell the nurse what happened. Roy seemed fine to the nurse, but a little strange, although nothing seemed really wrong.

Susan finally made it to the hospital and saw Roy and the coworker. She asked Roy what was wrong and Roy said “nothin.” Susan took the coworker aside and asked him what was going on. While Susan and the coworker were talking, Roy saw the toys that are left in the emergency room to keep children occupied and went over to them and started to play.

All the coworker could tell her was that Roy just wasn’t acting right, it was hard to explain. Susan turned around to talk to Roy. She saw him playing and remembered the cartoons from this morning and she just realized that he was acting like a child. When they got to see the doctor she told him that. They decided to take an MRI to see if there is some sort of brain damage. It came back negative. The doctor recommended that Roy stay overnight to take some tests. The doctors checked everything, from his blood sugar to a possible tumor. Once all physical problems were exhausted, the doctor recommended a psychiatrist.

The psychiatrist asked him more questions. He started with the simple stuff, same as the nurse and everything seemed normal. Then he asked him about what he likes to do and the answers would be normal for a small child, but not a grown man. The doctor started asking him about his childhood and all seemed fine there too. The psychiatrist had all sorts of theories of what happened, but no matter what he did he couldn’t make Roy return to normal.

At home, Susan was supportive and nurturing which Roy liked. But, Roy never acted like the old Roy. He tried very hard to be on his best behavior, but he was easily bored. Roy received disability from work. No one doubted that something was wrong. His boss at work did the right thing and put the paperwork through without a problem. Susan could never leave Roy at home alone and she took him with her everywhere.

One day while shopping, Roy saw a doll and asked Susan for it. Susan said "No," and Roy threw a tantrum. Susan was so embarrassed that she immediately gave in and bought the doll. From that day on, Roy and the doll were inseparable.

The psychiatrist didn’t make any progress. He tried everything he could think of. But actually, Roy was slipping. Being intimate with Roy was really impossible. The one time she tried something more than snuggling with him, Roy started screaming. After that, Susan decided to move Roy to his own bedroom.

Susan asked Roy to help him decorate his own room. Roy liked helping. They picked wallpaper and furniture and a bed. When they were done, Roy moved into a room that was perfect for his personality. The room of a young girl.

Months went by, Roy and Susan fell into a routine. Roy was reasonably happy. He did what he wanted, the problem was that he had no real friends his emotional age. Susan found someone to ‘babysit’ so she could get a break.

Susan on the other hand was not happy. She didn’t want to be the “wife/mother” of a husband who acts like a child. She was lonely until one day, she met a man. He was handsome and understanding. They fell in love. Susan took Roy to court and had him designated incompetent. Roy didn’t really know what was happening, he was mostly playing with his barbies during the entire procedure. Susan’s boyfriend eventually moved into Susan’s bedroom and Roy went crazy. He thought they were still married, of course, now he thought of marriage like they do in fairytales. Susan wanted her own life. So much time had passed that she knew that Roy would never grow up. But she was relatively young and wanted a life.

Susan’s boyfriend didn’t want to live with Susan’s ex-husband, even if he acts like a young girl. What she did next she would have to live with for the rest of her life. She had Roy committed to a group home for ‘special’ people.

Susan tried to explain it to Roy,.but he did what anyone in his position would do, he cried and screamed. The next day, the proverbial man in white suits came to take Roy away. The only thing that Roy had to hold onto was his dolly. The separation from his former wife, who was now more like his mother, was devastating. It regressed his mind even more. He started bed-wetting. The group home people were overworked and underpaid and didn’t nurture Roy as they should have. This exacerbated his bed-wetting and to make things easier on everyone, Roy was put in diapers full time. The people around Roy all had severe emotional problems, some would play with him, others would yell at him for no reason. This fostered more emotional problems in Roy. Roy lived out the rest of his life like an emotionally troubled three-year-old. He spent the rest of his life in diapers, crying most nights and not being loved by anyone.

Unlike Roy, for Andy, it was the world that had changed not him. From that morning on, no matter what he looked like, or what he did everyone would see him and treat him as if he was a five-year-old girl. His wife, Debra, now thought she was his mother. There was also another change that Andy would soon find out about, Andy’s strength had been also reduced to that of a five-year-old girl, this was done so adults could control him. No one at the place where he worked knew who he was. But he did have places to go and things to do. He had a schedule, but it was the schedule of a five-year-old girl. Actually, it was the same schedule as the girl who bumped into him the day before.

Andy had planned on his usual routine of waking up, getting dressed, driving to work, picking up breakfast on the way, and then whatever work needed to be done at his office. But things had changed and they would never be the same. Andy’s first indication that things were wrong was that his wife, Debra woke him up instead of his alarm clock. “Honey wake up, breakfast is ready,” she said as she gently shook Andy’s shoulder. When Debra saw that Andy was waking up, she left the room to finish breakfast. Andy, saw her leave and then looked around, the room was different. He saw pink walls and stuffed animals on a shelf. There was a desk and a closet and he was in a bed under a Powerpuff girls comforter. He didn’t even notice that he was dressed in a sky blue nighty and he certainly didn’t know he was wearing Scooby-Doo panties.

He ran out of bed, it was this time that he noticed the nighty, and ran downstairs yelling “Debra!!! Debra!!!” Debra, concerned about Andy’s screaming, hurried toward the shouts. She met him near the bottom of the stairs. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong???”

Andy trying to control himself asked rather loudly, “Why am I wearing these clothes? Why am I in that room?” and a bunch of other questions that Debra couldn’t make out?

“Calm down, what is wrong?”

“OK, why am I wearing this?”

“I thought you liked Scooby-Doo, if you wanted to wear Santiago of the Seas. Why didn’t you put them on last night?”

“You know I like to sleep in my underwear.”

“Young ladies do not sleep in nothing but their panties.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You can’t wear just panties to bed, you have to wear a nighty or pajamas.”

“A nighty?”

“Yes or Pajamas, you are big enough to choose for yourself.”

“I never wear nighties and I haven’t worn pajamas since before we were married.”

“Married, young girls, do not marry their mothers”

“Mother, you are my wife.”

“It’s too early to play pretend now, go in the kitchen and eat your breakfast, we have to go soon.”

Andy didn’t know it, but when Debra said we had to go, she meant that she had to go to work and she was going to drop Andy off at preschool.

Andy said, “Stop this right now Debra, you know I’m not a little girl.”

“What did you call me?”

“Debra”.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What should I call you?”

“Mommy of course.”

“Mommy???”

“Yes Mommy, now we don’t have time for this, go to the kitchen and eat your breakfast.”

“No, I want to know what is going on here.”

“Don’t make me spank you.”

“Just stop this and tell me what is...”

“1"

“...going on.”

Debra stares at Andy and said “2"

Andy kept on asking about what was happening.

“3...that’s enough,"

Debra said and pulled Andy by his arm to a chair.

Andy was shocked to be pulled so easily. Then Debra pulled up Andy’s nighty and saw the Scooby-Doo panties. (Andy still didn’t know he was wearing panties yet.) Debra spanked, Andy’s pantied bottom.” 4 hard smacks.

“Are you going to eat your breakfast?”

The spanking actually hurt, it hurt a lot. It wounded Andy’s pride. Andy decided to play along for a while and sit and eat his breakfast. The breakfast was fruit loops and Andy ate them silently. He didn’t know what was going on and he really didn’t know what to do.

After breakfast, Debra told Andy to go up and get dressed they were going out.

Hey, this is a good idea, he’ll go into Debra and his bedroom and put on his clothes. So that is what he did, he went upstairs, to his real room into his draws and get some clothes. But when he got there, none of his things could be found. He looked everywhere and couldn’t find anything. He shouted down, where are my clothes.”

“In your room of course” was the answer so, he went into ‘his’ room and all he found was girl clothes. They were all big enough to fit him, he really didn’t know they made children’s clothes that big. Well, he supposed he could wear some jeans, they seemed ok. And the shirts were a bit girly, but a shirt in a solid color wouldn’t be too bad. There weren’t any men’s underwear. He stood their sort of frozen, wondering what to do.

Debra finally came upstairs and saw him there. “What’s taking so long?”

“I don’t know what to wear, these aren’t my clothes.”

“Yes, they are”

“I’m not going to wear any of it.”

Debra looked quickly and pulled out a few things, jeans, a yellow t-shirt with a big heart on the front, the first panties she saw, and a white girl-style vest. "Here, put these on."

“I won’t, I’m a man and these are clothes for a little girl and I’m not going to wear them.”

“Stop fooling around, your not a man, you know that.”

Andy had another idea, he took off his nighty, he should have taken it off a while back and then pulled down his panties. Then he grabbed his dick and pointed it at Debra. “How can I be a little girl, I have a big dick...See!!!”

The Force made it, that no matter what he did or what he said, everyone would think he was a five-year-old girl. They would all think he was just a girl playing pretend or making up stories as all children do. Andy could masturbate right there with his dick and spray Debra with a wad of cum and she still wouldn’t be convinced.

“Now young lady, I have had just about enough of this, you stop that and put on your clothes, I don’t want to be late!”

“Don’t you see my dick?”

“Watch your mouth”

At this point, with the cursing and Andy not doing what he was told, Debra had had enough. She grabbed him by the arm and then for the second time that morning, she spanked him. This time it was his bare bottom. It hurt, what else could Andy do now, he put on the clothes laid out for him. When Andy refused to leave the house, Debra simply dragged him to the car, strapped him into the child seat in the back, and drove off.

Debra dropped Andy off at preschool. She took him inside and told him to sit on the floor with the other children. Andy did as he was told, he didn’t want another spanking, but he thought that after she left he could get out of there and do something. He wasn’t sure what, he just had to convince someone he was a man and then go from there. Debra talked to one of the teachers and told her that Andy was acting a bit strangely and to keep an eye on him. That she would have kept him home but she had to get to work and that if they had any problem to phone her. Then Debra left to go to work.

The instructor was teaching about shapes or numbers or something. Andy wasn’t paying attention. He was waiting for his opportunity. After a while, Andy spoke out and said that he didn’t belong here. That he knew all this stuff and he was really an adult man, not a little girl. The teacher smiled at him, as she would a child who made an outlandish statement, like “I can fly.”

“Oh you are???” she said in that sing-song voice, adults use for children, “That is very good.” Then she went on as if he didn’t say anything.

“I am really a man and I can prove it.” Andy then thought of a bunch of math he had learned in HS or was it college, whatever. The teacher listened to him patiently, but even though what he said was right and couldn’t possibly be known by a preschooler, to her it was just gibberish that children make up. When the math didn’t work, he tried some history or used ‘big’ words. There was nothing he could do to convince her. The teacher was having a problem with him because he was disrupting her class.

“Andy no more pretending you are a man, please be quiet and do what I told you.” The class was using construction paper to draw numbers or shapes or something, Andy again wasn’t really paying attention. He was upset that he couldn’t convince her and went on.

Now the teacher had had enough. She took him by the hand and put him in a corner for a timeout. He tried to turn but she held him there. Once again, Andy was beaten and eventually went back to the group. One of the other children was having a real problem with the work and he decided to help her. The teachers saw it as one child helping another and were pleased. Andy asked this girl who he was helping, you know I’m a man.”

The little girl said, “no, your not.”

Later there were cookies and milk. Andy didn’t want the milk but the cookies were good. When there were lessons, Andy wouldn’t really pay attention, but he would help the other children when they needed help and this made the day go faster. He supposed it was his fatherly instinct kicking in, maybe he would have children someday. That day would never happen, but he didn’t know that.

In the middle of the day, there was nap time. He didn’t feel tired, but there was little he could do, he put his head on his pillow and tried to think of a way out.

He thought Debra could have paid these teachers to teach him like this and the teachers could have told the children to pretend. Children love to pretend. But if he just got away, he could find a stranger or a cop and then straighten all this out. Andy didn’t know why he could be physically handled so easily, maybe he was drugged. Then he thought, hey no one is here, it's nap time, I could make a break for it and he did. But the door was locked and he was trapped.

Preschool ended at 3, Andy’s mother came to pick him up. Andy had been good after nap time. He had mostly kept his mouth shut and helped the other children which were fine with the teachers. The teachers took all the kids out for bathroom time. In preschool, everything is regimented into times. Playtime, nap time, bathroom time, etc. he had gotten into the boys' line, but the teacher made him use the girls' bathroom instead. He peed standing up, but no one seemed to care.

At 3, Debra picked him up, just like all the other moms (and a few dads). He got into the back seat and was buckled in and they drove home. Debra asked him how school was and Andy said fine. That was the end of the conversation for the ride home.

They both went into the house after they got home. A few minutes later, Andy escaped (as he thought of it if you could call leaving your own house escaping. Everyone else would call it running away.) He went down the street then turned and headed for the main boulevard. A woman saw him and acted as any woman who sees a young girl walking down the street without someone watching her.

“Honey are you lost?”

“I’m a grown man, don’t you see?”

“Yes, I can, you are very big,” the woman said using the talking to a child's voice. “I’ll tell you what I’ll take you to the police. They'll help you. What’s your name?” This is what Andy wanted. He went with her. Andy told her his name. They went off to the police. The police of course called Debra who was franticly looking for Andy. Andy was yelled at by Debra all the way home, telling him all the usual things a mother tells her young daughter about disappearing.

While this was going on, Andy was distraught. Everyone thought he was a little girl. Debra could have paid the preschool people, but not a random person on the street and not the police too. Andy was starting to doubt his own sanity. Maybe he was a little girl pretending to be a man. But that couldn’t be true. He was taller than all the teachers. He had a penis, he knew it, he used it to pee. Andy didn’t know what to think.

When they got home, Andy was sent to ‘his’ room. Where he laid on the bed to think. He did notice that there was no TV in his room. If there was he couldn't watch what he wanted, but all that was in his room was girl’s things, such as dolls and games and girls' clothes in the closets. Eventually, Andy fell asleep.

Andy's mother went into his room later and changed him into some PJs.

The next morning, Andy woke up and hoped it had all been a nightmare, but it wasn’t. His mother came up to his room and talked to him about his running away yesterday. She had calmed down a bit and wanted to tell him again now that she was calm.

Andy nodded, what else could he do and then she told him she loved him and hugged him but Andy didn’t hug her back. Today was the same as yesterday, breakfast, change into today’s clothes, preschool. Andy wasn’t a problem.

Andy’s days were very boring for him. He was never allowed to do what he wanted, they weren’t appropriate for a young girl. Once a week, he had dance class and twice a week he had girl scouts (well it was called brownies for ‘his’ group.)

Andy became sullen he asked his mom one day, when was his birthday and how old he would be. She told him, he was five and his birthday was the day he expected. It seemed the day hadn’t changed, but the year had. Days passed as did weeks, Andy had resigned himself to his fate, he thought the only way to be an adult again was to just grow up.

One day, it was his birthday. It had to come, time marches on.

On that day, Debra had planned a surprise party. Andy came through the door and everyone yelled in surprise. There was ice cream and cake and presents everything a young girl could have wanted. When the cake was brought out there were five candles. Andy said I’m 6 how come there are only 5 candles. Debra said no honey this year you are five. Five comes after four. Andy would not be allowed to grow up this way either.

Debra was a normal woman. She was dating. Andy decided if he couldn’t grow up and was stuck like this that at least he’d keep Debra to himself. Whenever things got serious with Debra and a new man, Andy would make up a story to break them up. He was inventive, he could say that he saw the boyfriend with another woman or she saw him with drugs or he would hit him or abuse him. This broke up lots of Debra’s relationships. Either Debra would believe and break it off or the guy would. But invariably, Andy would be found out and Debra just thought he was a liar. Debra just stopped believing anything Andy said.

Then Debra met Rick. She thought he was a wonderful guy. He loved her and he made every effort to get along with Andy. Andy told his usual stories, but Debra couldn’t believe them and after about six months they got married. Two months later, Debra was out and Rick visited Andy’s room at night. Rick asked Andy if he wanted to play a special game.

Andy didn’t trust that look in Rick’s eye and Andy was being difficult regardless after all Rick had married Debra. Rick didn’t take no for an answer. I won’t go into the details but Andy was sexually abused. Rick was too strong for Andy (all adults were) and he took advantage of him and then after it was all over Rick told Andy “Don’t tell mommy or I’ll kill her.”) This might have worked on a normal five-year-old, but Andy wasn’t and as soon as Debra came home Andy told her what happened. She didn’t believe him after all the stories. Andy took off his clothes and showed the bruises. But Debra didn’t see any of it. She couldn’t see his penis how was she going to see the signs of rape.

After that night, the abuse continued and that finally broke Andy’s mind. Sometimes he was sullen and uncommunitive. Other times he would lash out in rage. Nothing matter to him, what was the point he was stuck and nothing would ever change. He would always be five, he would always be a girl and most likely he would always be abused. He tried to hurt himself to put himself out of his misery. But it was a child-safe house. After trying the first time it became even more child-safe.

Debra took him to child psychiatrists but nothing helped. No one could ever see any proof he was being abused. Because of the Force, instead of seeing his penis, they would think they saw the normal genitals of a five-year-old girl.

Since that day from the world’s perspective, Andy was an emotionally disturbed five-year-old girl and would be treated as such. He was difficult and always had to be watched. They had to put mittens on his hands always to stop him from hurting himself. Debra loved him and cared for him always, she was conflicted about whether to put him into an institution. Rick told her she shouldn’t do that. But Rick had other plans for Andy. But what really had happened was that Andy had literally gone insane. There was nothing left of the old him. He didn’t care about anything. He would do what they let him do and lash out whenever he wanted. He didn’t fear anything, not even the spankings.

In the end, the Force considered who had it worse, Roy or Andy? The Force decided it was a tie.

The Force moved on to its next victims, er subjects. "What is that smell?" The Force thought. "Is that Lasagna?"