Authors note: This is an old story I wrote almost a decade ago. It was one of the first stories I ever posted. I am moving it here for all my patreons to enjoy again. It's being removed from other public viewings. If you have comments or new suggestions on such an old story let me know

The question about this story that I remember was is it horror or not. I mean the man's identity was killed, but if you live a happy life thereafter is it really horror?

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Joanna's best friend Tiffani had called her up and invited her over to see something very special. Tiffani was very secretive on the phone as to what it was. She said it was something that Joanna would never believe in a million years. With her curiosity peaked Joanna left her home immediately and soon arrived at Tiffani's house.

Joanna rang the bell and within a few seconds, Tiffani opened the door. They hugged upon seeing each other as old friends often do. Once the hug was broken, Joanna asked what was so mysterious that she had to hurry over to see. Tiffani said she couldn't explain it, that Joanna would just have to see it for herself. Then Tiffani called toward upstairs, "Nicole, honey can you come down here?" A few seconds later, Joanna saw him as he came bounding down the stairs, it was Tiffani's boyfriend Nick. But the way he looked was so different and unexpected from what she would have expected Joanna was speechless.

When she saw Nick, he was dressed like a pre-teen girl. He wore two-layered t-shirts. The one on top was a short-sleeved shirt with glitter graphics lettering which proclaimed "You Make Me Smile" in pink and black lettering. There were also stars and smiley faces surrounding the cutsie lettering. It had a pseudo-V-neck collar and was long enough to reach his belly button. Layered under that shirt was a long-sleeved light pink shirt. This second shirt could be seen below the bottom and above the collar of the first shirt. He wore a knit active pant with stars that matched his shirt along the length of his left leg. It had an elastic waist and a drawstring. On his feet, he wore peace and rhinestone embellished booties in brown faux suede. It covered the bottom of his pant and hit at his mid-calf. Over the top of his bootie, you could see a grey knee-length sock with a high blue band on top. On his face, he just wore a broad happy genuine smile. In his eyes was an innocence that didn't belong on the face of anyone who was at least in their teens. He finally stopped at Tiffani's side, and she put one arm around his shoulder in a loving and protective gesture.

"This is my daughter Nicole," Tiffani said. The look of incredulity couldn't have been more obvious on my face. Speaking to Nicole, Tiffani continued, "Nicole say hello to Miss Winwood, she is one of Mommy's oldest and dearest friends.

"Hello Miss Winwood," Nicole said, still smiling. He said it with the cheerfulness of a happy little girl. There was a joy to his demeanor like that of a child that actually brightened the room. There was no guile nor any hint of coercion in his speech or his movements. He didn't seem to mind that even though he was several inches taller than Tiffani and obviously quite more muscular that he was being held in a protective manner by Tiffani. He didn't have an overly feminized posture, but every hint of masculinity and adulthood was absent from his being and his expression. Despite his physical body, he looked like an eleven- or twelve-year-old girl.

"Nicole, why not tell Miss Winwood about yourself."

"I don't know what to say, Mommy."

"Tell her your full name."

"My name is Nicole Alice Hoover." Joanna knew that Hoover was Tiffani's last name, not Nick's.

"Tell her how old you are."

"I'm twelve years old."

"Where do you go to school? "I go to the Christ Incarnation School." The Christ Incarnation School is a private Catholic Elementary and Middle School which teaches students from Pre-K to Eighth Grade. Joanna knew that Nick wasn't a religious man in any sense of the word and she didn't think he was even Catholic.

"What grades do you get?"

"I always get As."

"Yes, I am so proud of you. What is your favorite subject?"

"Religion is both my hardest and my favorite subject."

"Why...?"

"Because it teaches you all about Jesus and teaches you how to live. But the best part is that it teaches you that no matter what you do, Jesus will always love you."

"Mommy loves you too."

"Yes, I know, I love you too Mommy."

"Who do you love more, Mommy or Jesus?"

" Ummm"

"You don't have to answer. I know you love Mommy best. Tell Miss Winwood, what did last month."

"Ummm, let me think."

"You know that special thing on Sunday."

"Oh, yes," Nick's smile brightened even more if that was possible, "I was confirmed into the Church. It was one of the best days in my life. I wore that really pretty white dress and there were five other kids who got confirmed on the same day. I said my prayers and Father Kelly performed the service. After it was all over, Father Kelly said my Confirmation was one of the best he had ever performed." Nick's words tumbled out of him with such earnestness and enthusiasm that for a moment Joanne was genuinely happy for Nick. Then she reminded herself that Nick was a thirty-something-year-old man, not a twelve-year-old girl.

Tiffani continued questioning Nick for a couple more minutes about who he was and what he liked to do. Joanna's overall impression of Nick's answers were the typical answers of a sweet, religious but innocent pre-teen girl. After answering all of her questions, Tiffani sent Nick back upstairs to return to whatever he was doing before being called downstairs. Before he left, Nick said goodbye to Joanna and told her, "I am very happy to meet you, Miss Winwood." Then even more unexpectantly, Nick gave Joanna a sweet peck on the cheek and then he bounded upstairs again just as he had when coming down, turned a corner, and was gone, presumably to his room.

"What...how...did you.....ummm....why?" Joanna was tongue-tied. She didn't know what question to ask first." When Joanna had last seen Nick, he was a brute of a man. He was unemployed and had been so for almost a year. There was nothing girlie about him. He was somewhat juvenile in behavior, more boyish than he should have been at his age. But men are like that sometimes, they never seem to grow up. But the youthfulness of his personality now was something totally different. He wasn't like a man who hadn't grown up. Or like one who was just acting like a young person. He acted like a young girl who was acting appropriately for her age. Like a girl who would grow into a beautiful, well-adjusted woman in a few years. Joanna didn't sense any false or maladjusted in his demeanor. It was his physical body that seemed wrong for his personality. It was like a young girl was put into an older man's body and didn't notice the change. It wasn't like an older man was being forced to act like a young girl. In fact, Nick couldn't have seemed any happier and didn't seem to have a care in the world. Except that he found the religion class he loved was harder than he wanted it to be.

"You want to know how it was all done," Tiffani said matter-of-a-factly. "You took the words right out of my mouth."

"Well, it all started with a virtual reality machine I obtained...Well, it is much more than just plain virtual reality. VR is just the start. Actually, it started about two months ago...."

Nick was sitting in a chair. He was dressed casually, in a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt. He wore sneakers and tube socks. He looked quite ordinary to himself. He had no way of knowing that he was wearing girls' cotton panties under his outer clothes.

"Where am I?" Nick thought. "I'm in someone's office. Who is this woman at the desk?" The woman Nick noticed is middle-aged, he thought she must be about forty-five. She is professionally dressed in a business skirt suit. I was about to say something, but the Woman gave me a look and I decided to be quiet for a second. Then I heard a familiar voice. It's my girlfriend, Tiffani. I looked to my left and saw her sitting next to me. She was dressed in a pretty yet professional skirt and blouse.

"She is very smart, but she is quite a hand full. I thought if we took her out of public school and enter her here in your fine school, she can find the discipline and structure she needs to flourish. She is also quite a tomboy and I think it's time she became more lady-like." Tiffani explained to the woman.

I didn't know what Tiffani was talking about. I didn't even know who Tiffani was talking about. Some girls. But why would she be talking about some girl to this woman and why did I come along. Hey, how did I get here anyway? So, I spoke up. "Excuse me...excuse me..."

Tiffani kept on talking like I wasn't in the room. "Look at how she is dressed. I wanted her to wear something nice and pretty for this interview, but she just refused. I'm at my wits......"

The lady behind the desk glared at me and in a commanding voice told me. "Young lady, be quiet only speak when you are spoken to. Adults are talking!" The woman didn't raise her voice. But her tone had cowed me. I don't know why but all of a sudden, I felt nervous. There was a knot in the pit of my stomach. I was taken aback. But in spite of how I felt, I tried to press on. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHY AM I HERE!" I screamed.

"Young lady how dare you talk to me like that!" the lady bellowed.

"Young lady??? Who the fuck are you calling a lady?!?" For some reason, my apprehension grew. It was becoming hard to look this woman in the eye.

"I will not have such insolence in my office," the lady continued. Then she reached for an intercom on her desk and pressed a button. Another woman entered the office; I assume it was the commanding woman's secretary. Then in a quieter, but still commanding tone. "Take this young lady to the restroom and wash her mouth out with soap. Don't bring her back here until she is ready to apologize."

"I'm not going anywhere until I get som.." It was at this point that the secretary had grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to my feet. I wasn't ready to stand, but she seemed to have super-human strength and pulled me up like I was a rag doll. When I got to my feet, I noticed I was a couple of inches taller than she was even though she was wearing three-inch heels. It was at this time that my flight or fight reflex took effect and I decided to fight. I punched her as hard as I could, but it didn't seem to affect her at all. She just continued to pull me out of the room. Since fighting didn't work, my next option was flight. But she held on to my shoulder tight and forced me to move out of the woman's office, through a smaller office and then town the hall. I was shouting for help, but even though several people saw me. Most were small children and even the adults who noticed the commotion did nothing to help me. As I left the office, I heard the woman say, "Now that she's gone, you may continue Miss Hoover."

I was ushered into a lady's bathroom. Even though I was being forcibly escorted down the hall. I noticed that I was in some sort of school for younger kids. We passed several classrooms and a boy's and a girl's restroom on our way to the destination but didn't enter either. Then she pushed me into a restroom that was clearly designed for the school's female teachers and staff. Several of the stalls were taken as I could see the feet below the bottom of the stall's doors. I yelled again, thinking that a man in a lady's room might give me an opportunity to escape. But no one raised an eyebrow. Not even the woman who was washing her hands at the sink. I was then led to a cabinet and this woman with super-human strength held me immobile with just one hand as she fished for something in the cabinet. It was a bar of ivory soap. My eyes flew open as I clamped my mouth shut like a disobedient child. Which seemed appropriate since I was being treated like one anyway. She removed the wrapper from the soap and told me to open my mouth. I shook my head vigorously. She then took her thumb and forefinger and pinched my nose. In less than a minute I had to open my mouth to breathe and then she popped the soap into my mouth. It tasted vile. It did have that soapy taste that one expects from smelling it. But that wasn't the worst it. It not only had a soapy taste, but it also had an indescribable nasty taste I couldn't put my finger on. It was 1000 times worse than what I expected soap to taste like. I wanted to spit it out, but the woman's hands were covering my mouth and I couldn't.

In what seemed like forever. The woman spoke to me for the first time. "Now are you ready to apologize?" To get the vile thing out of my mouth I nodded my head. I was then allowed to remove the soap from my mouth. "OK, then apologize to me first for being such a brat." With the soap out of my mouth, I regained my courage. "Fuck No!" I spat. She put the soap back into my mouth once again. With the woman's hand holding my shoulder and her other hand covering my mouth, I could do nothing more than to try and kick her. But my kicks were as ineffective as my blows earlier. It was at this point that the woman seemed to get mad. She removed her hand from my face, and I spit out the soap. It landed on the floor then she guided me to one of the bathroom stalls. I thought she was going to dunk my head into the toilet, but she didn't. She turned around and sat on the toilet. She then pushed me chest first over her lap. Then she started to spank me. Even though I was still wearing my jeans it hurt. Actually, it hurt a lot and the pain increased upon every slap. After she thought I had had enough, she asked me again, "Will you apologize?"

"Yes," I stammered out. "OK, then do it."

"I'm sorry"