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Chapter 1
Amanda Summers came home from school foolishly thinking that it would be a normal day -- just like any other. And, up to the point when she entered through the front door of her home, it had been. She had gotten up early that morning, gotten dressed in her school uniform, eaten breakfast, and boarded the bus to school. She had then gone about the routine of being a student without a second thought -- remaining politely silent at class, save for the occasional passing of a note to a classmate; eating in the lunchroom with her small circle of friends; and, of course, pretending not to notice that the boys in her class were mentally undressing her and imagining themselves doing unspeakable things to her body. Amanda was uncomfortably aware of the fact that the boys her age tended to think of her as a sex object first and a human being second, if at all.
The uniform, thought Amanda, didn't help at all. It wasn't that there was anything specifically "wrong" with it; it was just that Amanda was modest by nature, and the uniform was just a bit too revealing for her tastes. The skirt was cut slightly too high above the knee, and it was a tad too easy to see her bra through the white cotton blouse. As Amanda walked in through her front door, she looked forward to changing into something a bit more conservative.
"Hi Mom, I'm home," she announced reflexively as she closed the door behind her. She cantered upstairs and into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. She had dropped her backpack on the floor next to her door, and had her blouse halfway unbuttoned, before realization suddenly hit her.
Her room had been cleared out. All of her possessions had been removed. The bed was noting more than a bare mattress with no sheets, blankets, or pillows. Her clothes were gone from her closet, and her dresser was empty. It was as if she had moved out -- as if she no longer existed.
Just as it occurred to Amanda that something was dreadfully wrong, the bedroom door suddenly opened and her mother walked in. She approached Amanda in such a stern, forceful manner that Amanda backed away from her, and into the wall opposite the bedroom door.
"We gave your things to the Salvation Army," she declared in the tone of a judge passing sentence. "They came and picked them up this morning. You won't be needing them anymore."
"B-b-but I don't understand," replied Amanda nervously.
At that moment Amanda's dad walked in, right behind his wife. He said, "I'm taking you to the FemBoutique. I've decided to trade you in."
"The FemBoutique!?" replied Amanda, "But why? I haven't done anything wrong. I've been doing good in school, and I did the dishes last night, and I've been keeping my room clean, and . . ."
" . . . and your father's decision is final," snapped her mother. "Now, off with your clothes girl, and no argument."
"Dad!" protested Amanda, "I'm your daughter! I love you Daddy! Please don't do this to me."
"Quiet!" said the mother sternly. She swiftly grabbed Amanda by her wrists and wrestled her onto the mattress, where she sat on top of her daughter. With his wife holding her down, it was easy for Amanda's father to use his pocket knife to cut off Amanda's blouse, and then her skirt. The bra and the panties were even easier, and the shoes and socks could be removed in the normal manner.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Amanda's father produced a length of rope and handed it to his wife. She wrapped it around Amanda's left wrist twice, then her right wrist twice, then her left wrist twice , then her right again. By the time she knotted the rope, Amanda's wrists were tied tightly together behind her back in a manner that gave her no hope of escape. She then used another length of rope to tie her ankles together in the same manner, but she left the rope between her ankles loose enough to enable Amanda to walk, slowly and awkwardly.
She then wrapped a bandana around Amanda's eyes, blindfolding her. As Amanda tried to scream for somebody -- anybody -- to come to her aid, she felt another piece of cloth being stuffed into her mouth, and a rope being around the back of her head to hold the cloth in as a makeshift gag. Having be so quickly deprived of her eyes, her voice, and her mobility, she was now completely helpless and at the mercy of her parents. Two sets of rough hands lifted her up from the mattress and practically dragged her out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out the front door, where for the first time in her life she felt the wind blow against her totally naked body. One set of hands grabbed her shoulders, and the other her ankles, and together they threw her into the back seat of a car as if she were a heavy piece of cargo rather than a person. Amanda curled up into a fetal position and shivered in fear as the car drove off.
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