“Callie, could you come down her for a minute?”, her mother called from downstairs. “Father and I need to talk to you.”

Oh oh, she’s being formal, Callie thought. What have I done now…?

Callie walked into the lounge. Both parents immediately grimaced.

“See, Charles, this is what I mean”, Janet, her mother, said. “She thinks she’s a damn boy.”

“It’s none of your business how I choose to live my life!”, said Callie, angrily.

“Oh, sweetie, I’m afraid it is”, said her mother. “You see, due to your ‘aberrant behaviour’, I have managed to have you declared incompetent. I am now your legal guardian, as well as your mother. I have just frozen your allowance. You will not get another penny from us until you start acting like a proper girl. Also, your fiancée will be coming round to see you later. You’ll like him; he’s a nice man. Marrying him is part of the conditions.”

“Screw you!”, was Callie’s response. “If you think I’m going with a man, you’re off your tree. I’m sticking with my girlfriend.”

“No, you’re not”, said Janet. “You are forbidden from seeing Beth again. If you do, you will be homeless and completely cut off.”

“Fine, ‘mum’, thanks for making my choice for me”, said Callie. To her parents’ amazement, she just got up and walked out.

Before Charles and Janet knew what was happening, Callie had packed a bag and left. She knew that the first place her parents would look for her was at Beth’s, so she instead headed out of town.

An old school friend of hers, Laura, owned a small cottage in the hills overlooking town. Her parents didn’t know her because she had kept her relationship with Laura secret. There was a reason for that…

Laura’s house was actually a brothel. Exactly the opposite of what her parents would have wanted for her. This, in a way, made her smile…

Exhausted from the walk, she arrived on Laura’s doorstep just as it was getting dark.

“They kicked you out, didn’t they?”, said Laura. “Told you so.”

“No, I left before they married me off”, said Callie, sadly. “They’d even picked my husband for me. My mother said she’d had me declared incompetent…”

Laura just managed to catch Callie before she collapsed…

Later, the semi-conscious Callie was feeling some very strange sensations…

People were undressing her. Not just one person, but at least two, maybe three. There was also some quiet giggles…

“Keep the noise down, girls”, came a quiet voice. “Don’t want to wake her up before she’s ready…”

Callie didn’t realise it, but once Laura had taken her in, she had taken advantage of her being unconscious to drug her, making her easy to ‘get ready’ for her new home. After all, Laura never turned down a new girl, especially if she was free…

Callie woke up, slowly, then squeaked as she looked down at herself.

She was dressed from head to foot in semi-transparent latex, all buckled and zipped on, with what looked like a short cape covering her shoulders, with a buckle under her neck. Under the clothing, she was wearing a chastity belt.

She got up; she almost fell over, because of the four-inch heels on the clear boots that she now wore. She was also struggling to breathe because of the tight corset.

“Laura!”, she cried.

Laura came in, smiling.

“What the hell! You’ve made me more like a damn girl than ever! This is the exact opposite of the help I expected from you!”

“Of course, you’d think that. Look at me; I’m wearing a similar outfit to you. Do I look like a weak, helpless girl, or a powerful woman?”

“Why the sodding chastity belt, then?”

“You forget”, Laura said, “I know everything about you. Especially that night at college. Do you forget so easily who rescued you?”

The memories came flooding back…

Callie, even at college, had been very attractive, so the boys were always hitting on her. She had been refusing their advances; they in turn tried harder.

It had all come to a head one night, when a group from the football team had found her practicing athletics in the gym, alone at night.

The four had taken turns with her; she was screaming through the rag one of them had rammed in her mouth when Laura had burst in…

She had started knocking heads together, hard; kicking the boys between the legs; anything she could do to get them off of Callie.

Mumbling something about her being a ‘sodding wildcat’, the boys had backed off. Laura had just gathered the sobbing Callie up in her arms, and taken her to hospital…

Next morning, she and Callie had both gone to the principal’s office.

The principal had listened to them with a certain amount of scepticism, not really believing them. Then Laura had produced a copy of the hospital report…

A police officer had also walked in; Laura had made an official rape report on Callie’s behalf.

Because of how ‘high up’ Callie’s parents were, the whole ‘scandal’ was hushed up. The boys were expelled, but enough money paid to their parents to keep the story quiet. Callie and Laura were allowed to transfer to another college or stay; they both chose to leave, as they felt that they had been let down by the college.

After the incident, Callie felt grateful for Laura, but she still wasn’t sure what she wanted from life, so they gradually drifted apart.

Now, they were back together…

Laura strode over and kissed Callie.

“I loved you then. I still do, now…”

Realising, then, that her old life was over, including her ‘fling’ with Beth, Callie realised who was really standing by her.

“I guess these clothes can grow on me”, she said, with a soft giggle. “I’m never going to get used to the belt, though.”

“Don’t worry; it comes off in bed…”, said Laura. “My bed, that is…”

Laura showed Callie around her ‘home’.

“Don’t ever go into that room”, she said; “that’s for clients only. Apart from that, the house is yours. Please… I want you to think of this as your home as well as mine.”

Callie snuggled up against Laura, contented…