The Inheritance

[Karen West]

The Inheritance Part 1

My name is Kenny Gardiner, I am 23 years old and live in Ermelo; I was open mouthed in surprise as I read the letter from “Schoeman, Smith and Van der Merwe”. An aunt I scarcely remembered had passed away and I was sole heir of her will. I had just lost my job and was down to my last couple of hundred Rand. I had to travel to Johannesburg to visit the attorney’s offices. I had to be out my rented furnished apartment in a few days and I went down to the local Greyhound Bus office and booked a ticket for the day after tomorrow.

The day I was leave Ermelo dawned and I headed for the bus station and boarded the bus for Johannesburg. My meagre luggage was only a gym bag which contained my few clothes. After a four hour trip the bus arrived at its destination and I then found a cheap hotel.

I took a taxi to the attorney’s office the next morning and trudged up the stairs of the red brick building. I knocked on door 2A labelled “Schoeman, Smith and Van der Merwe”

A pleasant, smartly dressed blond lady promptly opened the door, a smile lighting her pleasant face. “Ah, you must be Kenny Gardiner!” she cooed, while she opened the door and motioned me to a desk where two chairs were set in front of a desk. Behind the desk an early morning summer thunderstorm darkened one corner of the sky through the window. I faintly smelled flowers. It was much different than I had imagined. “Please be seated Chris, the Attorney will be with you shortly,” she explained, her face lit brightly with a smile as she disappeared into a side door.

I just sat down when another door opened. A tall, well-proportioned black woman entered the room. At first glance her large tummy instantly told me that she was pregnant, and not too far from delivery, I imagined, but before the thoughts even registered in my mind, she took control of them.
“Mr. Gardiner, welcome. As you know your Aunt recently passed away, and I have been tasked with carrying out her last wishes, including the disposition of her estate. You are the sole beneficiary of her sizable will, currently valued in excess of 137.6 million Rand.”

I just sat there, stunned by the information and the young attorney’s abruptness. “Of course, there are stipulations, and I must say that this is the strangest will I have ever heard of, let alone administrated.”

“Stipulations?” I asked, my mind struggling to catch up.

Yes. Stipulations. Stringent, exact and lengthy stipulations.”

“Ummmm, okay, like what?” I stammered. She reached to the desk in front of her while sitting herself behind it, flipped the cover of manila colored legal folder, and took out a carefully handwritten note. She glanced at it briefly, and then handed the sheets to me.

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I began to read:

Dearest Karen, I hope that you don’t mind that I spelled your name that way, the way you used to want to spell it when you were younger. I know that your mother never understood that, and that your father -- that worthless excuse of a man! -- used to beat you something fierce whenever he found out. When we talked, you and I, I would always try to convince you to act like a boy so you wouldn’t upset him or her even for that matter.

At the time it seemed the right thing to do. Do you remember how you used to dress in your little sister’s clothes when you were small? I don’t know how many times I had to change you back — seems like every time I put you down for your nap you’d put her clothes on and hide your own under the bed. I remember how you always liked to play with the girls the most, and how, when given a choice, you would rather play with a doll than one of your Tonka trucks.

But every time we saw that we scolded you, or punished you, or worse. We kept that up until the poor little girl inside you of was completely buried. I don’t even know if you remember. I’ve kept tabs you on these past years, now that I can, and know about the drinking and the drugs and your two failed marriages. I know that it must feel to you that you could never find what you need on the earth, and know you have struggled to just get by. Partially, perhaps, it’s my fault, for I said nothing as that happened to you, I sat by and encouraged it, thinking it was best. Samantha, I am very sorry. I want to make up for it.

My husband, your Uncle Nick, (who was a very handsome and gentleman, not like your father at all) was also very smart. He invested in several stocks back before you were born but kept the secret from me. Over the years the value grew and many time the stocks split and eventually they all became worth millions. I only found that out when he passed a couple of years ago. I wanted to use the money to help you find your happiness, but I realized that money would never make you happy. At best, you would just use it slowly kill yourself, as you have done all these years. I discreetly discussed that with some friends of mine, who are all professionals, and together we came up with a plan to help you in that regard. It is, of course, unusual, as you are an unusual and unique person — almost as unusual as me! While you may have become a cross dresser later in life, or more likely, a transsexual, these are at best half measures.

Many transsexuals take their own lives, and my friends have led me to believe that is because of the conflict between all the years of society making you masculine at the expense of your feminine side. So that program is designed to remove any such conflicts and let you finally accept, and be accepted as, the person you truly are. You will be given the opportunity to grow up all over again, this time as a girl. I had hoped to be there with you in your journey, but if you are reading this, I guess something else happened and I am gone from the earth. But I will be watching you from heaven, Sweet Girl, so feel my arms around and know that you are loved!
Aunt Janice

I sat there in my chair, my face blushing, while continuing to peer at the letter, waiting for the courage to look up at the young, beautiful attorney. My mind scrambled for the right words to say, but they eluded me, and across the office the loud “tick — tock” of the grandfather clock sounded like thunder in my ears. Several minutes passed, one second at a time, while my mind raced. Finally, I spoke: “Ummmm. Wow. What if I just want the money?” I finally dared to look up.

The attorney was sitting in her chair, leaning slightly forward, her hands on the desk. She smiled at me gently. “According to the will, if you choose not to follow her instructions, you will receive five thousand rand. After taxes, that will leave you about thirty-five hundred. The rest will go to selected charities.

On the other hand, upon completion of her program, her entire estate will go directly to you, less taxes, of course. I know some investment attorneys who could help you there.”

I nodded, hoping I looked wise, but inside my stomach was quaking and I longed desperately for a smoke and drink. “Umm.

H-h-how long?” I stammered.

“That would depend upon your progress, as measured by the team, but we expect between three and four years. If you adapt quickly, it could be a little less. If you adapt less quickly, it could take a little longer.”

“H-h-how w-would it w-work?” I wondered, suddenly feeling unable to catch my breath.

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She smiled brightly, her beautiful white teeth flashing as they peeked of out of the curtains of her dancing red lips.

“You would be regressed to the age of a new-born and then live the life of a girl from birth until about age 18, at which point you would have fulfilled the requirements of the will. To make up for your advanced age, each day of your life would be equivalent to seven days, so each day you will get one week older.

“As a new-born?” I gasped. “Are you nuts?”

She took a deep breath, smiling her reassuring smile. “Not at all.

Research shows that gender identity is formed mostly from birth to six months, and everything after that is basically just building on those first few months. This way you will be able to have all of the memories and social development of a normal female. We learn things from practice and repetition, and this is no different. Further,” She continued, “Re-parenting is a proven therapeutic technique that is found to be quite effective in curing identity disorders, depression, and a whole host of other things.”

I sat there silently, suddenly feeling smaller, my whole body threatening to bolt from the room while my stomach sent waves of quivering sensation spreading through my entire being. My mind fumbled with the math: if one day equalled a week, then fifty-two days would be a year and fifty-two times 18 years was — my mind refused to come up with the number. I angrily shook my head, as if to clear it.

“How long now?”

“If everything went perfect, you would complete the program in about two and half years. However, the team expects that some stages may have to be repeated, and depending on your development, they may opt to send you back to an earlier stage so you can grasp something there that got missed the first time around. They tell me between three and four years, as I said earlier.”

“Is that like, you know, going to be in a hospital or something?”

“No, of course not, you will be taken to your new home, one of your aunt’s mansions in Sandton. We have personnel there who will be taking care of you. Now during the trip over your new home I want to read over this agreement, including the Special Power of Attorney form that will require your signature. This will basically assign all legal authority of your life over to the team until the end of your program. Of course, you can rescind it at any time just by signing the enclosed termination form, but to do so would forfeit your inheritance.”

She passed over several doc-uments to me.

She continued, “Sign in the indicated places and give them to Julie when you are done.”

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As if on cue, the woman I had met earlier reappeared with her sunny face. I sat, looking blankly at her. She reached down and gently took me by the arm, helping me to stand up on suddenly wobbly knees. Then, leading me by the hand, we headed for the door.

“C’mon, Hon,” she said soothingly, “your driver’s waiting

Julie escorted me out of the office and into a BMW 745i . She chatted happily as we made the drive from the attorney’s office into Sandton.

I was fascinated by Julie’s breasts; they looked so warm and inviting.

I barely heard, thinking about my plight. $138 million Rand that was a lot of money, especially when my pockets were feeling so completely empty at the moment, $138 million Rand and all I had to do was let them turn me into a girl, starting as a new born. I tried to imagine being a little baby girl and found I could not, but for some reason my heart beat faster and my stomach fluttered. I was short only 5 feet, slender and slight of build. I did not look like a typical male.

Truth was I always had thought of myself as a girl so maybe that was the right thing to do. Heck, for R138 million I would let them make me act like a parakeet, for all I cared. I read over the doc-uments as we continued on our way.

After a while we arrived at our destination, before us there was a tall elaborate gate.

Julie said, “Welcome to your new home”. The driver pressed a button on the intercom and the huge gate opened. We continued up a tree lined driveway. The mansion came into view. The mansion was huge, the front façade being about 400 feet long. There was a fountain in the centre of the circular forecourt. The car came to a halt and as I looked up the flight of stairs to the mansion the massive wooden door opened.

The driver opened the door for us and we got out. An attractive brunette of about 35 came down the stairs to meet us.

She kissed me on the lips and said, “Hello darling welcome to your new home.”

Julie introduced us, she was Samantha West. Samantha took my hand and led me up the stairs. Samantha was well endowed and the fabric of her top was stretched by her huge breasts. Once inside we went into a lounge. Everything about the mansion was beautiful; it was huge and decorated with ornate lace curtains and fresh flowers on every table. Never had I been in such a wondrous place. Samantha was taller than me as was Julie.

Julie said, “Kenny dear, are you done with those doc-uments yet or should I give you your 3500 Rand?”

Samantha said, “Kenny, I am to be your new mommy and I would have thought you would have already decided.”

I said, “I’m about to decide”.

Samantha said, “Maybe this will help do decide, you are just so cute and are too pretty to be a boy. My maids and I will be doing everything for you”, and then hugged me to her lovely breasts.

I said, “Julie, the doc-uments are still in the car.”

She said, “I will go get them for you, you silly girl.”

Samantha said, “Ok Kenny while we wait for Julie, let me tell you what’s going to happen. You will be expected to act your age from when we start. We have to get rid of all your body hair. “

Julie returned and handed me the doc-uments. I signed in all the required places and left the rescinding doc-ument untouched and handed them back to Julie.

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Samantha said, “Ok baby Karen, now that’s out the way let’s get started.”

Truth be told, I welcomed this as I had longed for someone to take care of me again. Julie kissed me on the forehead and then left to go back to her office. Samantha took me by the hand and said, “Come my baby let’s go to your nursery.”

We went upstairs and arrived at a door. Inside was a huge bed room, luxurious with a huge four poster bed. Samantha said, “This is my bedroom darling, your nursery is through here.”, as we walked to an archway. Inside there was baby furniture designed to fit an adult. Everything was decorated in pinks and whites. In the centre of the room was an adult sized baby crib, complete with mobile and pink bumpers. The swing away hinged front of the crib was slightly opened, as if for easy access. A huge mirror spanned the wall behind it. There were teddy bears of different shapes, colors and sizes scattered around, a large pile of nappies on a table, and several different adult sized baby outfits.

Samantha guided me back into her bedroom and to a door. She said, “Now down to business.” Inside the door was a bathroom. There was another lady there; Samantha introduced her to me as her maid, Lucy. Lucy was dressed in a low cut black satin maids dress and the skirt was full with several petticoats underneath.

The two ladies tackled me and began to undress me; the large tub was filled with bubble foam. Samantha said, “From here on you are a baby and babies cannot do anything for themselves, nor can they speak, nod your head if you understand.”

I nodded my head. Soon I was without a stitch of clothing. Lucy helped me into the tub. Lucy began to wash me all over. I peeked at her deep cleavage as she ran the cloth over my body. My pen-is began to expand in excitement, especially as the pretty maid reached down to wash me there. My thorough washing came to an end and then Lucy let the bath water out. She reached for a can and began to spray my legs and then wiped away the hair leaving them silky smooth. Lucy remarked, “Can’t have our baby having a hairy body.”

Samantha returned and soon the two ladies had me devoid of any body hair including my face. The two smeared me with moisturizing cream. It felt great to feel the ladies rubbing the cream in on my smooth body. I was led to a changing table and helped to climb on it. I shivered in anticipation of what was going to happen.

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I settled down with a satin pillow under my head. I watched as Lucy slipped a nappy underneath me as Samantha lifted my legs and buttocks from the table. Together they sprinkled and rubbed baby powder on my genital region. Oooh I just loved this attention. Samantha produced a pacifier and popped it into my mouth and told me to suc-k on it. The nappy was pinned and then a second one was slipped under me as Lucy lifted my legs. This was pinned as well and then frilly baby pink plastic pants were drawn up my legs and pulled over my double nappy.

I was aware that she had stepped away though, and then she reappeared, dangling a furry, pink, footed sleeper above him, smiling down at him. Samantha grabbed on ankle, and starting putting the sleeper on me. She pulled it up to my knee, and then Lucy did the other side.

“They are really are going to make me look like a baby. I have a nappy on and now she’s putting me into a girl’s sleeper, just like a real baby!”

Samantha reached under the table and pulled out a large pink pacifier and stuck it in my mouth.

“Does baby like her pacifier?” Samantha asked, a warm smile on her face.

I stared back at her immobilized by what was happening. Now I had a pacifier in my mouth and a thick, noisy, fluffy nappy and they were dressing me in a pink sleeper! I wondered at the pleasant tingly feelings I was having in my stomach.

Samantha and Lucy tugging again at the sleeper, and had it all bunched up around my bottom. They lifted me up and slipped it around my hips. Next Samantha and Lucy took my hands and tugged me forward. Samantha and Lucy took my hands and pushed them into the sleeper, and then followed with the other. Samantha and Lucy did up the press studs of the sleeper. Next Samantha she pulled up the soft fur lined hood over my head and pulled the drawstrings tight and then tied them. “Awwwww! You look so cute!”, she soothed