The Punished
Chapter 3
I was awake around 8 a.m. and took a shower and brushed my hair and occupied my self with the morning news while waiting for my new parents and new life to begin.
Mom and Dad arrived around 9:30 and Mom handed me a large shopping bag with the clothes she bought.
“While you are getting ready I will get you signed out of the hospital.” Dad said as he walked out of the room.
I took the bag into the bathroom and looked to see what Mom bought. There was a short sleeved pull on denim dress that ended a couple of inched above my knee, a plain push-up bra and plain panties, brown strap-on sandals with 1 ½ heels, nude pantyhose and a matching denim purse with a small make-up kit inside with my drivers license. I slid the panties and bra on and pulled the dress over my head. I then realized that it would have been easier to pull the pantyhose on before the dress. Once I had the hose on I strapped the sandals on and walked a small circle in the bathroom. I was glad that Mom only got small heels as I don’t think I could walk right it they were any higher. I re-brushed my hair and walked out of the bathroom.
“Looking good, honey. How come you did not put any make up on?” Mom asked.
I stammered for a moment and then said, “I didn’t know how to put it on.” I had hoped she wouldn’t ask because I really did not want to wear any. She then took me back to the bathroom and showed me how to apply the foundation and everything else.
“Even if you put your make-up on lightly like we did now, it evens out your complexion and looks better than no make-up.” Mom said.
“I don’t look good enough to go without make-up?” I asked.
She hugged me and said, “Of course you do, honey. If make-up is done right it accents beauty. Not hide it.”
A nurse and my Dad walked in and had me sign my release forms. While I was signing the forms my dad said, “Colleen, aren’t you right handed?”
I froze, searching for an answer and finally said, “I don’t know. This just felt natural. I haven’t written anything since I woke from my coma.”
“The doctor did say that you might be different now. I guess is just one of those things.” Dad replied as I breathed an inward sigh of relief that he did not push the issue.
When we were walking to the rental car in the parking lot I noticed that the men in the lot were sneaking glances at Mom and me. They were directed more at me unfortunately and I made a point not to return their looks feeling a little self-conscious.
When I sat down in the car I made a point to sit with my legs together since I was wearing a dress. I did not want Mom to have to instruct me on that also. The trip to the airport and the flight home were uneventful. When we arrived at the Newport News airport that evening we went to Dad’s car, which was a BMW 740I. We lived in the suburbs of Hampton in York County. The house was a two-story, four bedroom house with a two car garage. My parents showed me to my room and said, “We’ll leave you alone for awhile so you can re-familiarize yourself with your room.”
“Ok, I’ll be downstairs in a little while.” I replied.
I took a deep breath and opened the door to ‘my’ room. I closed the door behind me and walked to the bed. ‘My’ room of course was pink. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Fortunately there were no posters with men on the walls, only art. I set my purse on the bed and started looking at my belongings. There was a laptop computer and an Ipod on the desk and make-up supplies on the dresser. I took a deep breath and opened the top drawer of the dresser and was all kinds of bras and panties, everything from mild to wild. The rest of the drawers had many different styles of clothes; jeans, shorts, skirts, mini-skirts and sweaters. The closet was filled with jackets, blouses, t-shirts, slacks and lots of dresses and shoes. Some of the clothes were bordering on the risqué and would most likely not be worn by ‘Colleen” again. I then went to the desk and turned the computer on and while I was waiting for it to boot up I looked at the selection of music on the Ipod. Boy bands, Brittany and Jessica Simpson. Again, no surprise unfortunately. I took my sandals off and started exploring what was on the computer. I found Colleen’s journal files on the computer and read a couple of them when Mom called from the bottom of the stairs.
My parents were in the living room sitting on the couch when I got downstairs. I sat down in the recliner and said, “Sorry I was taking so long.”
“It’s ok Colleen. We just wanted to talk for a while before it gets too late in the evening.” Mom said.
Mom and Dad explained that on Monday I was to meet with the principal of my high school to take an assessment test to see if I could receive my diploma in spite of missing the last couple of months of school. If I meet the minimum requirements then I would be allowed to graduate. Otherwise I would have to take my senior year over again.
Dad then said, “your Mom and I were going to get you a car for your graduation but because of your accident we weren’t able to. We also weren’t sure if you would want a car so soon after recovering from your accident. Would you like to go car shopping tomorrow?”
I smiled for the first time since I became Colleen and said, “Yes! Thank you…Dad!” The word ‘dad’ was harder to say than I thought it would be.
“Ok then! I will come home and pick you up at three.” He said.
“I am going to go to bed now. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said while standing up. He walked up to me and kissed me on the forehead and went upstairs.
Mom followed suit and joined Dad, leaving me to my thoughts.
I went back to my room and spent a couple of hours reading Colleen’s journals and downloading music that I would actually would listen to. Colleen seemed to be a typical teenager. She wrote about boys, what she and her friends did for the day and what things she wanted to do and buy. Before I knew it 2:00am rolled around.. I walked to the bathroom and washed my face of the make-up and found a nightshirt and went to bed.
I woke up just after nine in the morning. I walked around the house and took a look at every thing in each of the rooms. When I walked out to the garage I saw a Harley Dyna Glide motorcycle parked in the corner. Very nice, I would have to sneak a ride sometime. I then went back to my room and stared rummaging through the closet. I found that she had stuff stored in boxes in the top shelf. I found prom shoes, old letters, some old childhood dolls and toys, which must have had some sentimental appeal for her. I found a box near the back of the top shelf that took me by surprise. I opened the box and saw a shiny black mass of rubber in the box. I set the box on the desk and pulled out a pair of black latex vibrator panties! I almost dropped them when I saw what they were! I quickly set them down on the desk and pulled the next item out of the box. It was a pink latex “A” line skirt. I set that down a picked the next item up. That was a pink latex zippered tank top. I set that down and pulled a pink 2 ½ inch ballgag with black head harness gag with removable blindfold out of the box! There was a pair of pink pumps with five-inch heels and a locking ankle strap and pink leather wrist and ankle cuffs. The last things in the box were small padlocks for the shoes, gag, ankle and wrist restraints. One padlock was bigger that the rest so I picked it up and took a closer look at it. The lock had a digital time-release timer on it! That one must be for the wrist cuffs! Colleen did not write anything about this in her journal! She liked to practice self bondage!
I sat down at the desk with a dumbfounded stare and I felt my cheeks get warm and I could feel the blood rushing to my crotch and I felt my nipples get hard. For the first time since I had become Colleen I was sexually excited. After a moment of hesitation I slid my hand inside my panties and started fingering my self. After a couple of minutes I started massaging my breasts with the other hand. An orgasm like I’ve never experienced before hit me like a train. I gathered everything and put it back in the box and put the box back in the closet. With my knees still weak I took a shower. I could not believe how powerful my orgasm was. I wonder when or if I’ll get the courage to try that outfit on.
I spent the rest of the day updating my Ipod and about an hour before Dad was to pick me up I started getting ready to go car shopping. I combed my hair, pulling it back with a brown plastic headband and applied a light coat of makeup and then got dressed. I wore a pair of denim shorts since I would be getting in and out of cars all afternoon and I still was not all that comfortable with the idea of wearing skirts yet. With the shorts I wore an orange split neck fitted t-shirt and tennis shoes.
Dad picked me up just a few minutes after three and we started going to car dealerships. He blew my mind by taking me to a BMW dealership first.
“Uh, Dad? Isn’t a BMW going to be a little too expensive give me as a gift.” I asked as we were getting out of his car.
“Nonsense! Your Mom and I have planned on doing this for you for years. The money is already set aside.” Dad reassured me.
We talked to the salesman and I test drove a couple of cars. I told Dad that I thought that the cars were nice but that I wanted to go to other types of cars before I made a decision.
He then took me to a Volvo dealership and again I told him that the cars I drove were nice but that I still wanted to look around. I knew what I wanted but I did not want to just come out and tell him because I had no idea if it was to big of a departure from what Colleen would want. My opportunity came when Dad pulled into a Mercedes dealership that also sold dodge and jeep vehicles.
When we got out of the car Dad walked towards a salesman coming out of the building and I walked towards one of the Jeep Wranglers parked in the lot.
“Hey, Colleen! Where are you going?” Dad asked.
“I think I want to test out one of the Jeeps Dad.” I said without looking around.
My Dad and the salesman walked up to me and my Dad asked, “Are you sure? Don’t you think you’d enjoy a Mercedes more?”
“I don’t know, but something just feels right about the Jeep. Dad, do I know how to drive a stick shift?” I asked.
“Uh, I’m not sure.” He replied.
I test-drove a new green Wrangler Rubicon with a manual transmission and it had all the options. I made a show of acting like I wasn’t sure about how to shift gears but in the end told Dad that I wanted the Rubicon with a soft top. Dad and filled out the paperwork and I followed him home in my new Jeep.
My parents and I small talked during supper and after a little while I was in my room and my parents went to bed.
A couple of weeks went by and I got a little more used to my situation. I also took the aptitude tests at the high school and even though I was not at the level “I” was academically before my ‘amnesia’ I still passed the minimum requirements. Colleen was apparently strong at math before but now barely tested at high school graduate level. I always had a hard time with math. While history and mechanics improved over what they were before. Fortunately everybody just attributed the differences as being part of the amnesia.
I then spent the next week applying to Thomas Nelson Community College and picking the classes that I needed to take. Since it was my first semester of college I stuck to required courses because I had absolutely no idea what I wanted to do with my new life as Colleen. I had chosen Algebra 101, English 101, Astronomy 101 and History 101which were all basic requirements for all degrees so I did not have to make a career decision yet.
Having been Colleen for about five weeks now I was finally getting good at putting on my make-up, although I still kept it simple. I had also gotten good at walking in my two inch heels so I started practicing around the house in the pink, five inch pumps I had found in the closet. It was all I could do not to fall on my face the first couple of times I tried them on. I had also been running and working out to keep busy and stay in shape. My stomach was nice and flat and my arms and legs were looking very toned but still feminine.
College was still a month away and I had nothing but time on my hands. I guess the boredom was showing on my face because my Mom asked if I wanted to go with her to work. I agreed and on our way to her workplace she told me more about what her company did.
“We design clothing lines for high end department stores and other large chain stores. We also design display fixtures to be sold to stores” she explained.
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“Display fixtures?” I asked.
“Oh, you know. Display fixtures, mannequins and the like. We actually have some pretty cutting edge stuff we are working on” Mom explained.
When I asked what the cutting edge stuff was she said that she would show me, not tell me.
Mom received a call on her cell phone and I turned and looked at the scenery as Mom drove. I thought about my time as Colleen and how I was adjusting to living her life. I was a little disturbed about how easy it was to adjust to my new body and everything that went with it. Take today for example. In my old body I never would have been even the slightest bit interested in visiting a fashion firm. In my current form I caught myself actually excited about the visit. My choice of clothing everyday was less of a chore now. I found myself picking out skirts more often that jeans or slacks and I was very conscious about coordinating my outfits when before I didn’t care. Today I was wearing a tan, suede mini-skirt, cream colored, tight short-sleeved knit top, cream-colored pantyhose and brown knee high boots with 2 ½ in heels. I carried a small, suede purse that matched my skirt. I had gone out the day before and had my nails done. They were ¾ of an inch long and were pearl pink. My make-up was lightly done with pearl pink lipstick to match my nails. I was fiddling with the hem of my skirt thinking about everything when I noticed Mom shutting the car off.
“We’re here” she exclaimed! “What were you thinking so hard about?” she asked as we got out of the car and started walking towards her work place.
“I was thinking about going to school next month and how I’ll do.” I lied. Whatever power my wife used to do this to me wouldn’t let me say the truth anyway.
The building where my Mom worked was pretty impressive. It was a ten-story building and was all tinted windows and stainless steel on the outside. Mom led me to the ninth floor where her office was. She introduced me to her receptionist Nancy and had her get me an id badge that allowed me access throughout the building. Mom then said that she needed to check her messages and email. She told me walk around and see everything I wanted to see, and she would call me on my cell phone when she was done.
I talked with Nancy for a few minutes before her phone started ringing. I excused myself and started to walk around the building. The floor my moms’ office was on was all offices and cubicles. As I went to each floor I found photo studios, design rooms and lots of office space. On the third floor I opened an unmarked door and found a workshop filled with half assembled mannequins and some strange looking machinery. Curious, I walked in and started looking around. There were mannequins patterned after every body shape and color and in every state of repair. On a table there were some strange looking devices including one that suspiciously looked like a vibrator. The most intriguing thing in the room was a large device in the far corner of the room. It was about five feet in diameter and had a large flat space with steps leading up to it. There was a matching circle on the ceiling. On a pedestal there was a built in keyboard, track-ball and monitor.
Intrigued, pushed the power switch and the machine came on with a low hum. The monitor flashed some boot-up messages and then went to a ready screen. The instructions appeared to be translated from a foreign language but it appeared that the machine scanned anything placed on the platform to create custom display pieces. I wondered if the machine produced the display pieces or sent the designs to another part of the building for manufacture. I fiddled with the settings and found that it would make abstract designs, realistic designs and full body displays or partial display forms. I chose realistic. The system then asked me if I wanted the display to be with a display stand or without. I chose with a stand. It then asked me if I was ready to begin the scan. When I clicked yes a yellow light in the scanning circle light up momentarily and then shut off. The display asked for the object to be scanned to be placed in the circle and if living for the object to be as still as possible. I clicked on the ok button and then another warning box opened and warned that any foot and leg wear needed to be removed at this time also. I took my boots and pantyhose off and before I stepped on the platform I pressed ok on the display. I was only on the circle for a couple of seconds and I was bathed in a bright yellow light. I stood still for the entire time the light was on. The light turned off and I hurried off of the circle to see what was on the screen. There was a digital Poser like image of me on the screen! I started opening menus to see what I could do next. I found that I could use the mouse to manually pose the image on the screen or I could use pre designated poses stored in the program. I played around for a while with the setting and settled for a pose that had my image looking slightly down and to the left, left arm by my side with a slight bend at the elbow, right arm slightly out an forward away from my body with the bent 90 degrees with my palm up on my hand. My torso had a slight twist to the left since that is the direction I pointed the head and I had the legs with the left leg straight, anchored to the platform and the right leg slightly back like I had just taken a step. I also chose to have the display segmented for disassembly with joints at the right upper thigh, abdomen, shoulders and wrists. I chose removable hair; heels elevated to accommodate 3 inch heels and the program even let me choose facial expression to which I chose a sultry expression with half lidded eyes and lips slightly parted. The program would also let me alter race, skin tone and body proportions but I left all of those alone because I liked posing the image of myself as I looked now.
I then saved the changes and looked to see what else I could do to the image. The only two commands that I had not explored yet were the render and restore commands. I clicked on restore first thinking It would restore the image on the screen to its original state but I got a message on the screen saying that the image had to be rendered before it could be restored. I then clicked on render and a message came up saying that the subject needed to stand in the circle to finalize the render. I clicked ok and stepped up on to the circle thinking that I was going to be rescanned for additional detail to the final poser image on the screen.
The yellow light enveloped me once again and I felt the tingling all over my body. Suddenly the light turned bright red and my body started moving on its own! I tried to resist the movement but I could not stop my body from assuming the pose that I had chosen on the computer monitor! I could not even move my eyes! The tingling got more and more intense until I passed out.