After driving for awhile the van stopped and the man that was driving said, "Bring him."
One of the men that were in the first van slung you over his shoulder and carried you into a house and down to the basement. He put you down on a table and went to stand by the door. The woman who had blown the powder into your face came up to you and said, "Forget about your old life. You're going to be my daughter. No one will be able to find the old you."
You wanted to yell out and run but your body still wouldn't obey. The woman came back with a metal glass that was smoking. She began chanting and began pouring the contents of the glass onto you. You expected the liquid to burn but it didn't. It did give you a warm feeling all through your body though. As the woman kept chanting you noticed that things seemed to slide in your vision. This kept up for a little bit. Once things seemed to stop sliding the warm feeling in your dick seemed to shrink. At the same time the warm feeling seemed to grow inside someplace in your abdomen. The warm feeling became warmer on your scalp. The warm feeling was so comfortable that you couldn't help but go to sleep.
When you woke up you were in a different room. A room that was obviously meant for a little girl. It wasn't right for you to be in here. You started to move and felt some wetness between your legs. You threw off the covers and saw that you were wearing a camisole with Strawberry Shortcake on it and what you guessed were training pants. You looked at your hairless legs and your small body. You pressed on your crotch and found that you couldn't feel your dick.
The woman you had seen before came in and said, "Ah good. You're awake."
"What did you do to me?" you asked in a little girl's voice.
"I made you my daughter of course," the woman said. "That reminds me. Your new name is Allison Victoria Morgan."
"That's not my name," you said putting as much defiance in your voice as a little girl could. "It's Scott..."
"That name is not a girl's name," the woman interrupted you.
"I'm not a girl," you said.
"Oh really," the woman said and then pulled off the training pants. "Look down and tell me you're not a girl."
You did as she said and you're fears were confirmed. Instead of a dick you had a little girl's slit. Faced with this you sighed and looked back at the woman. "How old am I?" you asked.
"You're four now," the woman said sitting on the bed.
"Why did you make me a little girl?" you asked.
The woman looked down and said, "Because I wanted a daughter and I can't have children naturally."
"You could have asked if I wanted to be your daughter," you said. "I might have said yes."
"I couldn't take the chance you'd say no," the woman said. "Now lets get you dressed and we'll go out."