(Kink fic. Sissification. Arty sen/Arty jr. Chastity. Humiliation. Etc.)
"Artemis, stay still."
A man of business, the Fowl head of house towered over his 4 year old child, cursing himself.
I should't've waited so long, he though. I should've done this sooner.
His son(ugh, son, such an ugly word), Artemis jr, bit his hand sharply, which brought him back to the present in anger.
He backhanded his disobedient child, who immediatly choked up a sob. He felt a bit of remorse, but pushed it away as he latched the cage—a fairly painful object, but the child would be used to it after a while—to his child's…ugly genitalia, quiet happy that, soon, dick or not, his son would be the perfect little girl.
Artemis, age 8, stood quietly in the bathroom stall, pushing thoughts of nervousness away from him. This was his first year going to public school. Here, they addressed him as he, which was unfamiliar to the child. Smart or not, he was instilled with his father's training: He was not a male. Not like his father, or the boys going in and out of this restroom. But he wasn't a female either. Not yet.
'It doesn't matter if you have a penis or not, or if you have breasts, Artemis,' he remembered his father telling him years ago. 'A woman, is a woman. And you? You're a woman. You just have to be…taught, first.'
But…but, the school treated him as a boy. He knew his father was right, but every time he tried to go to the girls room, the teachers would giggle and direct him back to the boys room. And so he was in a room full of boys, being looked at as a boy, being teased for wearing light make up and having much longer hair.
When he got home that night, somehow, his father knew he'd gone to a boy's restroom. He had been punished, for his own good. His father whipped him a few times—something his father very much liked to do, so he didn't mind it too much—but then decided that wasn't enough, making him sit through an entire meeting his father had with a business client. He had to sit naked, back straight, the whipping's bleeding softly. It was beyond humiliating.
"Oh, Artemis." His father pulled him into a tongue kiss, as he straightened out Artemis's dress. "You look like I always dreamed the perfect daughter would."
Artemis felt herself bite the inside of her cheek, face hot. He finally said it. She was finally through, a girl all and all."
"Here," he said, handing her a small key. "You earned this. I expect you'll have a wonderful time at the dance, and I want the boy with you to be just as happy. And you know men, they can't be happy until they're good and tired."
Artemis's father's hand lingered on her butt. She shifted, still sore from last night. But she couldn't care at this moment.
She was finally a woman, ready to serve the men high above her, as the submissive sex.