A Little Girl's Ransom (Patreon)

Lenny Parker looked around. He was sitting upright on a bed. He was obviously in a bedroom but he didn't recognize it. It had the usual things, the bed of course, but also end tables, a dresser, closets, a rack for nick-knacks. In the corner, a stand with many levels that contained several flowerpots. There were curtains on the windows and a mirror behind the door. It was quite ordinary.

On the bed with him were many stuffed animals. There were five or six, including a big stuffed dog, a couple of teddy bears, a stuffed cow (all in light brown colors similar to the bedsheets and one odd-looking animal in a relatively bright orange.

Lenny swung his feet over the side of the bed, that is when he realized what he was wearing. He was wearing a short, flannel nightgown that descended to just below his knees. His feet were bare.

“What am I wearing?” he asked himself. His feet landed on the floor, he was about to walk away, but instead, he reached for the stuffed dog and cradled it in his right arm. It made him feel better to hold it. He walked over to the dresser drawer and looked for something more appropriate to wear, perhaps a pair of jeans. But all that was in the drawers were skirts and tops. They were big enough to fit him, but they didn't have any sex appeal. They were cutsie clothes a young girl would wear. Lenny found the same in the closet.

Lenny walked to the door. It was closed. He transferred the stuffed dog to under his left arm. His left thumb found its way into his mouth. He was sucking it. This action didn't register to him. He turned the knob on the door with his right hand. The door opened easily.

“Oh, you're up?” the woman on the other side of the door asked. “Come for breakfast,” she said cheerily.

“What am I?”

“Oh, it's wearing off, no matter., come with me.”

The woman grasped Lenny's right hand and led him down the hall and to the kitchen. Lenny didn't let go of the stuffed dog, nor did he remove his thumb from his mouth. They comforted him.

In the kitchen, the woman handed Lenny a gummy. “Take your vitamin,” she told him.

Lenny did as requested.

“Sit down, breakfast will be ready in a couple of minutes.

Lenny sat down; he was starting to feel better. He wanted to do as the woman told him. It made him feel good. It made him feel important.

A short while later, hot cereal was placed in front of him. It had honey drizzled on top and banana slices all over.  Lenny had to take his thumb out of his mouth to eat it.  He put the stuffed dog down on the chair next to him. The cereal was very tasty. He liked its sweetness. He liked the bananas too.

“We are going to have a big day today,” the woman announced.  “You are going to practice signing your name. You'll do it over and over. You will also practice writing your numbers by writing 1/11/22. That is today's date.”

Lenny nodded.

“I'm going to be so proud of you. I know you can do it!” the woman enthused.

Lenny smiled. He wanted to do what the woman told him. He wanted her to be proud of him.

After breakfast, the woman led Lenny to another room and helped to get him dressed. She started with a pair of yellow bikini-cut panties with little green hearts.  “Raise your hands over your head,” she told him.  Next, she put on a white little girl cami (in his size) that came with a shelf bra. “Sit down.” The woman rolled black tights in her fingers and then placed them on his right foot. She rolled it up to below his knee and then did the other food. Lenny had returned his thumb to his mouth again. Soon he was dressed in his panties, cami, and black tights.

Over his underwear, the woman put him into a white button-down men's collared shirt and a pair of brown slacks. Notwithstanding his girlish lingerie, he looked like he was wearing the proper attire for his age and sex. Finally, she put men's shoes on his feet.

“Now we are going to go to the bank. It's all been arranged. Just sign the documents they hand you where they tell you to. I'll be so proud of you when it's done.”

Lenny smiled.  He wanted her proud of him.

Lenny hopped into the passenger seat of the car and then exited and headed towards the bank. He was carrying a briefcase. Inside the case were his stuffed dog and a typed letter. He held the briefcase like he was carrying the plushy.

Lenny signed the legal papers that transferred everything he owned. Soon he would own nothing except for the clothes he was wearing and the stuffed dog in his briefcase.

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“We have another one,” the detective stated.

'Same as before?”

“Yes, just like all the other.” There had been several cases just like this in the last few months.

The detective looked over the 'ransom' letter. It stated, “Lenny Parker thinks he's a little girl. He will remain thinking he that way until all the funds and other liquidated assets are in my possession. If you allow the transfers to go through, then he will be back to normal in a couple of days. If not. Well, let's just say that he'll stay this way until my demands are met.

Lenny didn't have any idea what was going on. But he wasn't scared either. He knew he was with nice people when it came to the police. He had retrieved his stuffed dog from the briefcase and was cradling it in his arm. He enjoyed answering the police's questions. Answering their questions made him feel important. He liked doing what adults asked him to do. But he didn't have any answers for them. He didn't know where he lived or where he had come from, and he couldn't describe the woman who had taken him to the bank.

The police called Lenny's family to find out what they wanted. If they did nothing the funds would be transferred and Lenny would return to normal. If they didn't allow it, Lenny would stay like this presumably forever. They would do as the family instructed.

End.