The first day of the rest of your life... (10)
Ken drove home in an absolute fury. He knew you betrayed him. He knew you only asked to go to the gala because to meet that woman.
He ordered the help leave the house. He threw you into the baby room and handcuffed you to the crib.
He was furious. His hair was a complete wreck, but still stank due to the obnoxious amount of hairspray he used. His suit looked like it had just been through a street fight.
Ken threw stuff around the room and you winced in fear. You would've looked cute if this situation weren't so terrifying.
Ken left the room and it sounded like he headed towards the garage. You quickly tried to get free, but all you could do was slightly move the crib. The bar you were attached to was not connected to the door section. The surgery and procedures they did you make you a sissy baby has left your body weaker. There was no way you'd be able to break off of this. You reached for the dresser, but it was just too far. You could only move the crib enough to get you close enough to the lowest drawer. You put your hand in and could only grab the top diaper as you extended your arm and middle finger to grab it. It fell to the floor beside the dresser. It was hopeless, this would do you no good. You then fell back on your diaper with a soft squish. The mess didn't even bother you. You just wanted to get out of there.
Ken returned to your bedroom and in his hand he held a blowtorch. He mentioned how he was going to make you regret going against him.
He ranted about how you were nothing before your sister helped him with the special place clinic to change you into his obedient little girl. He was furious and threatened to burn off your penis and balls to make you a real girl. Your memories both as a girl and from your previous time as a boy came flooding back.
You squirmed and fell down again; your boobs bouncing as you landed. Ken had a perverted look on his face as he bent down to flip your skirt.
As he flipped it upward and saw your messy and wet diaper, he let out an annoyed sigh. Right when he reached for the diaper to take it off, you felt a surge of energy come to you. You couldn't see past the frilled skirt that was now upside down, but you got lucky.
You ended up kicking the arm that held the lit blowtorch causing the blowtorch to hit Ken in the face. He winced in pain and you quickly leaned up and sat forward. You saw a horrific sight.
Ken was holding his eye in pain as his hair and jacket caught on fire. As he moved backwards, your eyes widened. Ken was uneasy, but as he stepped back, he slipped on the diaper you had accidentally released. Ken slipped backwards with his head slamming against the corner of the dresser. Blood squirted out as his body hit the floor while still on fire.
However, the blowtorch fell out of his hand and the curtains instantly caught on fire. You were in huge trouble!
You continued to pull on the crib in a desperate hope to get out of the burning house. The hallway and door frame were all being eaten by the blaze. The fire was spreading.
You cried for help and desperately cried. However, it wasn't like the sissy baby you had been, this was a justified cry.
You looked at Ken's body. It was still burning; his head was still bleeding. You closed your eyes and accept the fact that this would be the last day of your life. The smoke continued to rise and the flame was devouring the house. You closed your eyes wondering how your life could end like this.
Suddenly in the burning door flame was Homare! She came back for you! In her hand was a hatchet. She was prepared.
You tried to smile, but Homare quickly lifted the hatchet. You pulled yourself away from the crib and the handcuff chain was extended.
She cut the chain, helped you to your feet and the two of your ran out of the house.
Homare smiled at you. She explained that Ken had tried to get more girls like you and she was one of them. However, since she was living on her own, she was responsible for taking the drugs to keep her mind in line. Accidentally, she dropped the pills into the drain. That's what allowed her to break out of the trance... an accident. She was just lucky enough that Ken had his hands full with work and you. An oversight on making sure she'd take the pills was what allowed this whole fiasco to happen.
For the time being, Homare promised to take care of you. She didn't know if your sister was aware of what had happened, but Ken was in close contact with her. Moreover, she didn't know if you'd ever be able to return to your male life.
You could only smile in response to her as you gave her a hug. Homare giggled as she looked back at the house. She asked if you would take a photo together? A little celebration selfie for... whatever this is.
You took the photo and laughed. You never expected this to happen. The good memories as a boy, the good memories with Ken, and this horrific turn of events all lingered in your mind, but you felt relieved and relaxed.
You were still a sissy, but now you know you were in a better place. You still don't know what was happening with Ken and this whole agreement they had, but for now... you didn't care.
You held Homare's hand as you walked down to the street. Just like the first night she left Ken's home, the two of you faded into the dark; the burning house lighting up the street, the sounds of firetruck sirens finally filled the air. But you didn't care about that...
This was the first day of the rest of your life...
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