The Game Master

Tears gather in your eyes and trickle down your face. You begin yelling out and crying. The man who was going to fight you, drops his arms and puts on his belt and fully arms himself. He gives the signal and you are dragged away. But you continue to wail and they get flustrated and knock you out. You awake in large room with a throne on one side, the side you are on. The Master was sat upon it and once again the guards suround you. Two guards stand behind you and each grabs a shoulder and holds you down.
The Master walks up to the man that found you and compliments him."Well done John and don't worry, you'll get you prize soon." The officer named John nods at his boss as he turns his attention towards you.
"I'll see you later and oh boy am I looking forward to that." he then begins to chuckle loudly. As he turns away you see that he's head of security by the label on his jacket. The Game Master paces up to you with a sick look in his face. He smirks as you struggle when he grasps your head with a eagle-like claw of a hand. You gasp as his hand begins to glow green. You start to feel queesy and your body turns to a jelly texture. You also feel your body begin to change. Each individual part of your body alters at different rates. Firstly, your legs become long and sleak and your stomach slims. Your hips widen, your hair and nails grow considerably longer and your voice becomes higher, followed by lipstick and nail varnish. Your eyes and scalp begins to sting as you hair and eye colours changes to the Master's preferences. Sky blue eyes and golden blonde hair. But worst of all and definately the most embarassing, you grow breasts and quite large ones at that, and as you asess you body, you need to confirm the worst. So you grab the skirt and nickers and the Master knows your intentions and allows you to pull them just enough to investigate the main difference of the sexes.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" you scream, "I'm..a.a.a..GIRL!" The guards release you, but you sink to the floor anyway and begin to whimper in a pathetic way. To add the final touch your jeans turn into a denim skirt and you navy blue boxer shorts change into a pink pair of bunny covered nickers. Your black t-shirt turns into a pink belly top and they hand you back your denim jacket but with a female touch. Clearly meant for girls ,it had pink flowers on the pockets and an obvious space for your newly possesed boobs.You atempt to remove the clothing but to no use. The Master's magic prevents any changes unless he makes them. Because you are in such a depressive state he starts work on your hairstlye. You place your hand on your head to try to stop this madness, but once again it fails and this time you recieve a small electric shock too.
"I've had enough of your whining missy." Your tormentor jokes. Cycling through hairstyles he stops at a few, long pig tails , a pony tail, but settles at twin plaits. Bobbles begin to hover around your hair ready to secure the plaits. You grab them as they glide towards your hair and this time recieve a more severe shock, but not enough to leave a mark or to the extent of fainting. Just a lesson, but a painful one. He crouches down to your level and shows you a cloth collar with a metal disc attached. On it was engraved a female gender symbol and lightly engraved over it was the Game Master logo, which was a space invader alien with 'GM' in the centre.
"Now, take a good think of your family and friends because that's the last you'll ever know of them." With that he waved his hand past your face and a purple light whizzed past you taking most of you memories with it, including your name."Your new name is Jessica and..." Taking a deep breath in he continues sentence. "..you are my daughter. But first.." He nods at John as if it were a signal. It was and in response he sweeps you off your feet kicking and screaming. That night was the worst night of your life. Dark things happened. Things that you should not experience at your age. You lost something. Nothing living or even solid, but it was something very dear to you and it was stolen.
When the terrible event ends you rush to your new room. You take a good loook at your surroundings and there is only one thing can do. Scream!. You let out an awful racket and instantly your new father stomps up towards you, pushes you inside and locks the bedroom door behind you. You begin to screech and scream some more, you also try kick and hitting the door, but you get no response. Soundproof you assume.
Turning around you spot a cage in the corner with some sort of mammal inside, a small one much like..."Oh my God!" You exlaim. The rodent was small, green, with a fluffy tail and large ears. Rat sized and seemed similar. "Titch? Is it? Is it you? Oh, I'm so sorry. I couldn't handle it and you suffered for it. I know I've ruined all hope for us and I know in your state you don't really want to talk to me, but..do you know my name?" He squeaks at you and then holds his mouth and giggles while pointing at your clothes and hair. He'd just realised who it was and what had happened. He clearly could no longer speak, not because of Jinx, but for punishment for helping you. Seeing your state was enough payback for him and there isn't exactly any thing he could do. "From the looks of things." You say to him like you would a baby. "You my new pet now." You repay the favour and smerk in his face. Noticing a bundle of nylon stips next to the cage, you untangle them. Holding them up to Titch, you see it's a harness and lead. "Walkies!" You say with a grin.
You began to get different feelings about people, mainly boys, well only boys acually. You fancied them. You hated this but you couldn't help it and eventually it settled in and you lived the rest of your life as a normal little girl. Each day you would be out in the street with your 'father' and want new things like clothes, girls clothes and teddies. You would see 'missing' posters of your former self but there was nothing you could do. The posters made no sense to you, it might've been the Master's powers or maybe, just maybe, it was a blonde moment.
End Of Story