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Leo had once thought he had it all. A stable career, a beautiful wife
(Susan), and a little daughter (Sam) who was his entire world. But
dreams often shattered, and reality came crashing down harder
than he had ever imagined.

Susan had never loved him—at least, not in the way he had loved
her. She loved his money, his status, the comfort he provided. And
the moment she no longer needed him, she discarded him like
yesterday’s news. The divorce had been swift and ruthless. With
their daughter, Sam, only two years old, Susan had played the
perfect mother in court, securing child support that bled Leo dry
while she ran oM to marry another man.

The worst part wasn’t even the money. It was the fact that Susan
had been absent for most of Sam’s young life, leaving the
responsibility of raising her to their nanny, Mabel. Mabel had been
the one to rock Sam to sleep, the one to soothe her cries, the one to
sing to her when nightmares crept into her tiny world.

But after the court’s ruling, Leo had no choice—Susan demanded

that he Qre Mabel. She wanted no trace of the life they had before,
and she made sure Leo had no say in it.

When he broke the news to Mabel, she had been silent at Qrst,
staring at him with those piercing, calculating eyes. And then, with
an eerie smile, she said something he hadn’t expected.

“No.”

Leo had scoMed. “Mabel, I don’t have a choice. Susan—”

“I don’t care about Susan,” she interrupted, her tone unnervingly

calm. “I want to keep my job.”

Something about the way she spoke sent a shiver down his spine,
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but his frustration, his bitterness, his utter sense of helplessness
boiled over. And he lashed out.

“You want to keep your job?” he snapped. “Well, you can’t! Do you
think I care about what you want? I don’t! This is my life, my money,
my daughter, and I won’t have some hired help dictating what I
should do!”

He regretted it the moment the words left his mouth, but it was too
late. Mabel’s expression didn’t change. She simply nodded and left.

For a few days, everything seemed normal. Too normal.

Then the trap sprung.

Leo had been drinking, drowning his sorrows in whiskey when his
vision blurred. His limbs felt sluggish, his mind hazy. He barely made
it to his feet before collapsing to the \oor.

When he woke up, he was bound.

Mabel stood before him, her eyes cold but Qlled with something else
—satisfaction.

“Wha—what the hell?” Leo groaned, his voice hoarse.

“You took something from me,” Mabel said, circling him like a
predator stalking its prey. “Do you think I spent all those months
just as a mere nanny? No, Leo, I was waiting. Watching. Learning.”

Leo’s stomach twisted. “Mabel—”

He swallowed hard and tried again. “It wasn’t me! It was Susan!
She’s the one who wanted the divorce! She’s the one who—”

Mabel laughed, low and mocking. “Oh, Leo. You still don’t get it, do
you?” She crouched down, gripping his chin Qrmly, forcing him to
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meet her gaze. “It wasn’t Susan’s fault. It was yours. You weren’t
manly enough. You weren’t strong enough. That’s why she left you.”

Leo’s breath caught in his throat, his face twisting in anger and
shame. “That’s not—”

“Oh, it is,” Mabel cut him oM with a smirk. “And now, I’m going to
prove it.”

She pressed a Qnger to his lips, silencing him.

“I wanted a daughter,” she murmured. “I wanted to raise a child, to

shape her, to love her. And then you… you took that away from
me.”

He struggled, but the restraints held Qrm. He wasn’t that strong,

and now, facing Mabel, he realized just how much stronger she was.
He had always assumed she was frail, just a woman, but the
moment she grabbed his arm and twisted it eMortlessly behind his
back, forcing him to his knees, he understood just how powerless he
truly was.

Mabel chuckled. “You always thought you were in control. How

foolish.”

She had his money. She had his resources. And she had him.

Then came the transformation.

The procedures were done gradually, each change another step

toward his inevitable fate. The hormones, the surgeries, the
training. His muscles softened, his voice lightened, his features grew
delicate and feminine. His resistance faded, broken down by
Mabel’s iron will.

But that was only the beginning.

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SEVEN MONTHS LATER

Mabel had done everything on her power to get full control over Leo
or rather Lila, she even paid the child support of her ex-wife and
hired herself as the personal secretary of Leo in his absence, doing
his work for her, to avoid any suspicion from outside, and
everything seemed normal from outside, but, inside the nightmare
of Leo was just getting worst.

“You’re not just going to be a girl, Leo,” Mabel whispered one

evening, stroking his cheek. “You’re going to be my little girl.”

Leo whimpered, shaking his head. “Please, Mabel, I—”

A sharp slap across his thigh silenced him. “That’s not my name to
you anymore,” she said sternly. “Try again.”

Tears welled in Leo’s eyes. He swallowed hard, his lips trembling.

“M-Mommy…”

Mabel’s smile was warm, almost loving. “Good girl.”

The dining room was quiet, save for the soft clinking of silverware
against plates. Lila sat at the table, her frilly pink dress brushing
against her knees, her hair tied into two neat pigtails with oversized
bows. The pastel-colored high chair Mabel had insisted on using
made her feel even smaller, her feet dangling inches above the \oor.

Mabel sat across from her, calmly cutting into her meal as if nothing
were out of the ordinary. Lila picked at her food, her appetite
nonexistent. Her stomach churned with a mix of fear and
humiliation, but she knew better than to refuse to eat. Mabel had
made that clear weeks ago.

“Eat your vegetables, Lila,” Mabel said, her tone sweet but Qrm.
“You need your nutrients if you’re going to grow up big and strong.”
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Lila’s cheeks burned. She hated when Mabel spoke to her like this,
as if she were a child. But she obediently picked up her fork and
took a small bite, her hands trembling slightly.

Mabel smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good girl.”

The meal continued in silence for a few minutes before Mabel set
her fork down and reached for a large, pastel blue bag beside her
chair. Lila’s heart sank as she recognized it—the bag contained the
items Mabel used to reinforce her new role. The paciQer, the baby
bottles, and, worst of all, the diapers.

“Now, Lila,” Mabel began, her voice dripping with false sweetness,
“you’ve been such a good girl today. But you know the rules. Little
girls like you need their milk before bedtime.”

Lila’s stomach twisted. “M-Mabel, please,” she whispered, her voice

barely audible. “I don’t want—”

Mabel’s smile didn’t falter, but her eyes hardened. “What did I tell
you about calling me that?”

Lila \inched. “I-I mean… Mommy,” she corrected, her voice

trembling. “But I’m not… I’m not a baby. I don’t need—”

“Oh, but you do,” Mabel interrupted, her tone sharp. She pulled a
baby bottle from the bag, Qlled with warm milk, and set it on the
table with a soft thud. “You’re my little girl, and little girls need their
milk. Isn’t that right?”

Lila’s hands clenched into Qsts under the table, her nails digging into
her palms. She wanted to scream, to throw the bottle across the
room, to do anything but comply. But the memory of Mabel’s
punishments—the spankings, the timeouts, the humiliating outQts
—kept her rooted in place.
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“Yes, Mommy,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mabel’s smile returned, warm and approving. “That’s my good girl.”

She stood and walked around the table, holding the bottle out to
Lila. “Here you go, sweetheart. Drink up.”

Lila hesitated, her cheeks burning with shame. She reached for the
bottle with trembling hands, but before she could take it, Mabel
pulled it back.

“Ah-ah,” Mabel chided, wagging a Qnger. “You know the rules. No

hands.”

Lila’s breath hitched. “Please, Mommy, I—”

“No backtalk,” Mabel said sharply, her smile fading. “You’re going to
drink your milk like a good little girl, or there will be consequences.
Do you understand?”

Tears welled in Lila’s eyes, but she nodded. “Yes, Mommy.”

Mabel’s smile returned, and she gently guided the bottle to Lila’s
lips. “There we go. That’s my good girl.”

Lila closed her eyes, trying to block out the humiliation as she
suckled from the bottle. The warm milk tasted sweet, but it only
made her feel smaller, more helpless. She hated this. She hated all
of it.

When the bottle was almost empty, Mabel set it aside and patted
Lila’s cheek. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Lila didn’t respond, her gaze Qxed on her lap. She couldn’t bring
herself to look at Mabel, not when she felt so utterly broken.

But Mabel wasn’t done.

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“Now,” she said, reaching into the bag again, “it’s time for your
diaper change.”

Lila’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with panic. “N-no, Mommy,
please! I don’t need—”

“Lila,” Mabel said, her voice low and dangerous. “Do you want to
make Mommy angry?”

Lila shook her head frantically. “N-no, but—”

“Then you’ll do as you’re told,” Mabel interrupted, her tone leaving

no room for argument. She pulled a fresh diaper from the bag and
set it on the table. “Stand up.”

Lila hesitated, her heart pounding. She wanted to refuse, to run, to

do anything but this. But the fear of Mabel’s wrath kept her rooted
in place. Slowly, she stood, her legs trembling.

Mabel’s smile returned, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Good girl.
Now, let’s get you changed.”

But unable to resist her embarrassment Lila protested the moment

Mabel’s hands touched the hem of her dress. “No! Please, Mommy,
I don’t want—”

“Enough!” Mabel snapped, her patience evaporating. She grabbed

Lila’s arm and yanked her over her knee, the force of the movement
leaving Lila gasping. “I’ve had enough of your backtalk, young lady!”

Lila struggled, but Mabel’s grip was ironclad. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’ll
be good, I—”

Crack!

The Qrst strike landed hard, the sound echoing through the room.
Lila cried out, her body jerking in Mabel’s hold.
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“I TOLD YOU TO LISTEN, LILA!” Mabel shouted, her voice Qlled with
fury. She brought her hand down again, the sharp pain making Lila
sob.

Crack!

“YOU WILL OBEY ME!”

Crack!

“NO MORE BACKTALK! NO MORE RESISTANCE!”

Lila’s cries grew louder, her body trembling as the spanking

continued. She couldn’t Qght back. She couldn’t even move. The
fear, the helplessness, the complete and utter loss of control, made
her heart race in sheer terror.

She was no longer Leo.

She was Lila.

And she belonged to Mabel.

After the spanking, Lila’s sobs had quieted to soft whimpers, her
body trembling as she lay over Mabel’s lap. Mabel’s hand rested on
Lila’s back, her touch deceptively gentle now, as if the storm had
passed. But Lila knew better. The calm never lasted long.

“There, there,” Mabel cooed, her voice dripping with false comfort.
“Mommy had to teach you a lesson, but it’s over now. You’ll be a
good girl from now on, won’t you?”

Lila nodded weakly, her face buried in her hands. “Y-yes,

Mommy…”

“Good.” Mabel’s tone shifted, becoming brisk and businesslike. She

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helped Lila to her feet, her grip Qrm but not unkind. “Now, let’s get
you changed. You’ve made quite a mess of yourself.”

Lila’s cheeks burned with shame as Mabel guided her to the

changing table in the corner of the room. She hated this part the
most—the cold, clinical way Mabel handled her, as if she were
nothing more than a doll to be dressed and redressed. The crinkle of
the diaper being unfolded, the powder being sprinkled, the way
Mabel hummed a lullaby as she worked—it all made Lila feel smaller
and smaller, until she could barely remember the man she used to
be.

When the diaper was securely fastened, Mabel patted Lila’s bottom
with a satisQed smile. “All clean and fresh. Doesn’t that feel better,
sweetheart?”

Lila nodded, her eyes downcast. She didn’t trust herself to speak,
afraid her voice would betray the anger and humiliation simmering
beneath the surface.

Mabel guided her back to the table, where the half-Qnished bottle
of milk still sat. “Now, since you think you can do it yourself, I can
allow you, just this one time, to drink it by yourself, now Qnish your
milk. You need your strength, Lila. Mommy has big plans for you.”

Lila’s stomach churned at the words, but she obediently picked up

the bottle and began to drink. The warm milk tasted like defeat,
each sip a reminder of how far she had fallen. She could feel Mabel’s
eyes on her, watching, calculating, and it made her skin crawl.

As Lila drank, Mabel pulled out her phone and began scrolling
through it, her expression thoughtful. “You know,” she said after a
moment, “I’ve been thinking. You’ve been such a good girl lately,
Lila. Maybe it’s time for a little reward.”

Lila froze, the bottle still at her lips. She didn’t like the sound of
that. Mabel’s “rewards” were always worse than her punishments.
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“I think it’s time for a playdate,” Mabel continued, her smile
widening. “Wouldn’t that be fun? You and Sam, playing together
like sisters. It’s been so long since you’ve seen her, hasn’t it?”

Lila’s heart stopped. Sam. Her daughter. The thought of Sam seeing
her like this—dressed in frilly clothes, diapered, drinking from a
bottle—was unbearable. She shook her head frantically, her voice
trembling. “N-no, Mommy, please… not Sam. I-I’ll be good, I
promise, just… please don’t—”

Mabel’s smile didn’t waver, but her eyes hardened. “Oh, Lila, don’t
be silly. Sam would love to see you. She’s been asking about her
daddy, you know. It’s only fair that she gets to see how happy you
are now.”

Lila’s hands shook so badly that she nearly dropped the bottle.
“Please, Mommy… I’ll do anything, just… don’t make me see her
like this…”

Mabel leaned in, her voice low and dangerous. “You’ll do anything?
Really?”

Lila nodded desperately, tears streaming down her face. “Yes,

anything…”

Mabel’s smile turned predatory. “Good. Because I have another

idea.” She reached into the bag and pulled out a paciQer, its pastel
pink color mocking Lila’s despair. “You’ll wear this during the
playdate. And I’ll take pictures. Lots of pictures. To remind you of
how far you’ve come.”

Lila’s breath hitched, her mind racing with panic. “P-pictures?”

“Yes,” Mabel said, her tone cheerful now, as if she were discussing a
trip to the park. “Pictures of my sweet little girl and her sister,
playing together. It’ll be so precious. And if you ever think about
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misbehaving again, well… I’ll just have to show them to Susan. Or
maybe even post them online. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Lila’s world spun. She felt like she was falling, tumbling into a
nightmare she couldn’t escape. The paciQer, the pictures, the
playdate—it was all too much. But what choice did she have? Mabel
held all the power, and Lila was nothing more than a puppet on
strings.

“Y-yes, Mommy,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I’ll… I’ll be

good.”

Mabel’s smile was radiant as she clipped the paciQer to Lila’s dress.
“That’s my good girl. Now, Qnish your milk. We have a lot to prepare
for.”

As Lila obediently drank, her mind raced with fear and despair. She
had once been Leo, a man with a life, a family, a future. Now, she
was Lila, Mabel’s little girl, trapped in a world of humiliation and
control. And as she glanced at Mabel’s phone, the camera app open
and ready, she realized there was no escape. If he had only
investigated a little more about the nanny a long time ago, maybe
he wouldn't be in this situation.

Mabel tilted her head, her smile soft and motherly as she held up
her phone, the camera app open and ready. “Now, Lila, sweetheart,
let’s get a nice picture for Mommy.”

Lila’s hands trembled as she clutched the bottle, her cheeks burning
with shame. She forced a weak, trembling smile, her eyes glistening
with unshed tears.

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