Exclusive - Holding onto Hope

Mrs. Taylor clutched her hands together as she watched through the one-way mirror. On the other side was nothing but a barren room with a tied up young woman. She wore a tight corset and fishnet stockings, her arms where bound tightly behind her back, impossible to move. A ballgag kept the trapped lady quiet while a blindfold robbed her of any ability to see.

“And you say she has headphones under her blindfold?” asked Mrs Taylor. A smartly dressed woman wearing glasses smiled and nodded, watching the person in the other room struggle, “We fitted her with this as part of her acclimation process. You see, the body, that is the easy part. But the mind…” the woman took Ms. Taylor’s hand with care, “it resists, so me must take special measures”

Mrs. Taylor nodded, and her eyes focused on the woman across the glass once more. She could see her shaking her head, muffled low groans tried to escape past her ball-gag. 

“She already looks so beautiful” said Mrs Taylor, “like she was always meant to be…thank you, Dr. Rita”

The woman in glasses nodded. She had seen this sight before, the emotional charge behind her client’s eyes. It had been just two years prior when Mrs. Taylor had come to her begging for help. Rita had welcomed the poor woman into her home and lent an ear. 

Mrs. Taylor had ran away from a horrible marriage with her baby boy. The things that man did, Rita could not bring herself to recall, for it made her stomach churn. The strength Ms. Taylor had to even talk about it made Rita admire the woman, and thus she also understood her fear when she saw her little boy grow up, becoming each day more and more like his father. Ms Taylor was left in anguish, seeing her only child turn into the very thing she had ran away from…so Rita offered her service. 

It took some convincing, but upon hearing about the possibility of saving her child – of bringing out the true beauty they had hidden deep within – Mrs Taylor was eager to cooperate. The child was taken and Rita put in charge of their handling, she had done this plenty before, but for once she’d be doing it as a kindness, rather than as an aid for revenge. The child couldn't see it, but she was doing him a favor. 

That is what both women told themselves before dragging the unsuspecting boy into the room that would become his whole word for the next two years.

For the next two years, he lived a life of reward and punishment; behave, and he would be given better food, nicer clothes, maybe even allowed to speak. Misbehave and he would be bound to a chair, headphones blñasting moans of women laced with low murmurs, murmurs of submission, of being a woman, of being obedient. His body was molded by corsets so tight they cut his breath until his waist pinched in. Heels became mandatory, to the point that walking without them hurt. The breasts came, expected, but still terrifying for the struggling boy. they started small, a tender swell over his chest, but they kept growing aided by the cocktail of hormones and chemicals that where his only source of nutrition. He eventually had to beg for a bra, his body was that of a female, a delicate, almost elegant vision of femininity born from the most twisted and devious of ideas. Even if he´d been able to escape, his life as a male was gone. His body was too far gone. 

Perhaps it was out of desperation, or perhaps the boy really was just that stubborn, but Doctor Rita knew that he still held onto a sliver of hope of going back to what once was.

That she could not allow.

So she had set it all up; the sensory deprivation, the lone room. The incessant headphones, chipping away at his will, building up the new persona, The vibrator shoved deep into the feminized victim drilling away, unrelenting. SHE would become addicted to it, to femininity. 

“Have you thought of a new name for her, Mrs. Taylor?” asked Rita, watching the gagged woman shuffle and let out a choked moan as the vibrator did its work.

“I have” said the mother, she watched the person through the glass, and shed a tear, “I was so afraid of losing my only child but this…I know with this, we can do better, you gave me something I had lost long ago doctor; Hope. And…I have found it again” her eyes locked onto her new daughter, “Hope, that will be her name, and I will make sure to never let her go. She will be my sweet girl, forever”

Hope moaned and felt the last remaining bits of her identity leak out of her caged cock, addicting her to anal sex, to womanly desires. Her new namesake slipped away as her mind melted into what those women desired.

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After a long wait, here is the new exclusive cap!

This is a new additon to the Court girls, with Hope being the newest to the roster (yes, there is a roster!) this one, this one is a bit different, for one, we see the story told from the POV of someone who is not the victim. I wanted to delve a little deeper on the mother's psyche, but the cap was already long enough so i figured I could leave that up to the reader. I am still unsire about this different story telling style, but The Court girls series is a bit of a testing ground for ideas for me.

I hope you guys like the new cap, and stay tuned for some new ones coming soon!!