Shelly's Story
Copyright© 2025 by JRT
Chapter 2: Shelly’s Transformation
April 14th, 1982
Two months and three days after her twelfth birthday, Shelly walked into the school nurses office and asked for some sanitary napkins. She was cramping, but not really hard, but she’d had a headache since yesterday morning and was generally miserable. The nurse called for a ride and gave her some aspirin.
Shelly had noticed some spotting in the pad her mom had given her and knew that she didn’t want to be in school while this was happening.
The nurse was sympathetic, and allowed Shelly to go home early. Because the Nilsson’s had grown so comfortable with them, the Millers were on the call list for pick-ups for their young daughter.
Shelly was deeply immersed in the world of subservience to Uncle Gary. She performed for the outside world, even going so far as to how she treated her parents. She was becoming more and more a devotee of her ‘Uncle’. With this in mind, she was perfectly content to go with them when the Millers stopped at the school and signed her out at the office.
She was just as content to get into their car. She had no inkling of the trouble her words would cause when she answered Jessie’s question, “What’s wrong, dirty girl?”
“I started my period,” was her simple, innocent reply.
Uncle Gary hit the brakes for a moment, then sped up. Hard. He was swearing under his breath and even snarling. Jessie was sitting beside the now confused young girl in the back seat. Shelly could see that the dark haired woman looked horrified for a moment, then she tried to compose herself. Her worry was still clear in the glances Jessie shot towards both Uncle Gary and Shelly.
The blonde girl, who was already a full head taller than the elder servant, shrunk in on herself. She was well aware that displeasing Uncle Gary was a very bad thing to do. She just had no idea why getting her period would upset him.
The time that followed was simultaneously terrifying and utterly confusing for the twelve year old. She was told to wait in ‘her room’, a small room that had been converted to a fake bedroom for when she stayed over. Fake, because it had been years since she’d slept there. Usually, she slept on her pallet on the floor by her Uncle’s bedside. But, if she was lucky, she was allowed to sleep at the foot of the bed. Those thoughts flew through her mind as she tried not to think about how badly she needed to go to the bathroom.
The rules were simple, she could only leave her assigned spot if she was in risk of wetting herself. Her anxiety, combined with the onset of her first period, had her deathly afraid that she might leave a stain on her uniform skirt, to say nothing of what Uncle Gary would do if she stained the bedding!
Taking her purse, she walked quietly towards the bathroom downstairs, trying to avoid the ranting Uncle Gary who she thought was in his bedroom. Sound travelled strangely in the Miller house, and she did not know that some of the rooms had soundproofing. The bedroom door was closed, so she thought that Uncle Gary was in there. She thought wrong.
Uncle Gary had gone quiet, so Shelly was tip-toeing even as she clenched her abdominals to keep from ‘wetting herself’. She was at the bottom of the stairs when she heard voices from down the hall in the ‘playroom’ and froze.
“I told you to give her the medicine every day!” came the low, growling voice of her Uncle, followed by a strangled yelp from Jessie.
“I knew it wasn’t working, she kept getting taller and taller, but her parents are damned giants, so...” another strangled yelp from Jessie, followed by a tiny sniffle.
There was another grunt, and the familiar meaty sound of Uncle Gary punishing Jessie’s bottom in one way or another, and then a whimpering sniffle.
She heard more punishment noises, and Uncle Gary was growling and cursing in a way that Shelly had never heard before, and then he went silent. Shelly’s heart broke to hear Jessie actually weeping. Crying during punishment only brought more punishment.
“Oh, shut your whining you useless slave!” Uncle Gary’s sudden scream was so loud that it startled the terrified girl. Shelly didn’t realize that she’d let go of her tightly clenched abdominals until it was too late.
Dimly, she heard Gary continue talking, “Well, she’s worthless now. There’s no use trying to keep her around.”
Shelly was just about to dash back up the stairs when she heard those words which made her freeze in place. Then she swayed, and everything went black. She had been bleeding steadily as the shock combined with her first menstruation overwhelmed her body.
Gary came out to find their charge collapsed at the base of the stairs, her legs and some of the carpet stained crimson. Enraged, Gary began shouting curses about stains and worthless cunts.
Jessica, having never menstruated due to Gary’s drug treatments, had no idea if Shelly’s condition was just bad, or ‘emergency bad’.
The abusive couple began to plan.
Shelly awoke in her mother’s arms. She barely felt the ache from the cramps and she didn’t feel the headache that she’d had for two days. She felt warm, safe, protected, and loved. She slept.
She had left school on Thursday morning. Tonje stayed home with her the next day and Shelly never even looked out the window towards the Millers house, let alone asking about them.
The Nilsson’s had a standing ‘date night’ every other Friday night. Tonight was a date night, it was clearly marked on the calendar.
“Mom? Are ... are you and dad, uhm, going out tonight?” Shelly hesitantly inquired.
“No, little one,” Tonje replied, and although she was smiling at her daughter, Shelly could see something in her face that she could not place.
Was she angry? Frustrated maybe? The smile was real, but Shelly knew her mom was upset about something. Lying was not permitted in their home, so Shelly had been very careful to learn how not to lie.
Still, she peered into her mothers face, looking for any trace of deception. There was none.
Part of her rejoiced. Part of her was scared stiff. Her parents Always went out every other Friday night. They often had ‘sleep-away dates’ where they would not come home until Sunday. A hundred thoughts flew through the young girl’s mind, but none would settle long enough to think through.
By bedtime Shelly felt much better. Her mom had been giving her aspirin and some of her own ‘woman’s medicine’ for her cramps and body aches. Her bleeding was down to a trickle. She still had not asked how she’d gotten home. She never did.
Saturday came and went without any mention of date nights, let alone the Millers. Tonje added the ‘woman’s medicine’ to her daily supplements that she’d been taking at every home meal as well as taking to school to take with lunch. The same supplements that she’d been taking since she was old enough to stop having them ground up in her baby food.
The Nilsson’s were good friends with a local natural chemist and were big believers in eating all natural foods and taking certain supplements. Shelly had had her supplements customized to offset an odd deficiency that was found when she had her yearly tests several years previous.
The Nilsson’s would never know that those supplements were what fought off Gary Millers specially formulated ‘puberty blocker’. The formula that was given to Shelly in her ‘supplement’ at every opportunity. As often as the girl had been staying with, or even just visiting the Millers, they had every reason to believe that the formula would keep Shelly’s body suspended as a prepubescent girl, just as it had done for Jessica.
The phone rang Sunday afternoon, and Shelly thought nothing of it.
A few minutes after her dad had hung up, her parents had her sit in the living room.
“Shelly, I’m sorry to tell you this, but the Millers had to leave Thursday night because of an illness in the family,” her dad paused. “Gary said they are going to stay with his mother while she recovers, and they might even have to move in with her. She lives clear across the country. He also said to tell you to be a good girl until he and Jessica see you again, or else.” Her dad finished quoting their neighbor with a sardonic smile, assuming that she’d be amused by ‘Uncle’ Gary’s warning.
She wasn’t amused. She was terrified. But she swallowed her terror, smiled what she was sure was a sickly smile, and said she had to go to the bathroom.
Shelly sat in what her mom jokingly called ‘dad’s thinking room’ and, well, she thought. She decided that she wasn’t going to freak out. She also decided that she didn’t want to worry about what Uncle Gary would do when he returned.
His last words, spoken with such vitriol, crawled up from the darkness in her mind. “Well, she’s worthless now. There’s no use trying to keep her around...”
Shelly sat and cried, and she was utterly confused as to how she should feel. But she couldn’t stop the tears, and couldn’t figure out how to feel. So she let the tears fall, quietly, until her mother’s worried voice forced her to clean herself up and go out to watch T.V. with her parents. Just like they always did on Sunday nights.
The normality of the time with her parents lulled her to sleep there on the couch. She woke up feeling better, and began another day. She knew what she was supposed to do today, so she did it.
Shelly continued her last assigned course for the rest of her fifth grade year.
She continued to avoid making friends. She continued to avoid joining groups. She continued to study hard and she continued to go to dance practice three times a week. Always acting according to Uncle Gary’s schedule, always acting according to Uncle Gary’s plans.
The only thing that Shelly did that was (unknowingly) counter to Uncle Gary’s plan was that she kept growing. Her appetite was ravenous and her mother, standing over six foot in socks, seemed to know exactly what was going on.
Shelly’s growing pains were like background music over those next four months as she shot up an astonishing seven inches, though that was from her height last measured in January. Then again, Shelly was still taking the supplements that had been adjusted to offset her ‘nutrient issues’. The offset that had been fighting against the Miller’s puberty blocker formula, which she hadn’t had a dose of since that fateful day in April.
Soon it was May, and May slipped into June, and just like that it was summer vacation. However, Shelly had no summer vacation schedule. Uncle Gary had not given her a summer vacation plan.
Shelly, so used to following orders and keeping a schedule, was lost without guidance. She spent the first two days of vacation hiding in her room, utterly terrified to make her own decisions.
That Saturday her mom took her to the “Y” and signed her up for swimming classes and free swim times. Then she sat Shelly down with her dance teacher and they worked out a schedule for the pretty young lady to focus on for the summer.
Tonje was a college volleyball and fitness coach, so she knew that a growing body needed exercise. She took the initiative to make sure her daughter would not grow idle. She unknowingly saved her daughter from a complete breakdown, but also set her on a totally unexpected new course.
A month later, Shelly was shocked to realize that she was enjoying her summer. She had made a real friend, a little Asian girl named Michelle, who was in both her dance and her swimming classes, (never mind that she reminded the blonde of her lost lover, Jessie).
The tiny girl with the big hair had been strangely easy to ... handle. Shelly didn’t realize it consciously, but she had gone from being controlled to being the controller. She found in Michelle a pliant, easily manipulated young girl who longed to be praised and who responded to the littlest bit of physical pleasure. She was very reserved and they didn’t go very far, but Shelly was confident that it was just a matter of time before she had a ‘new Jessie’ ... or would she - Shelly - be the new Jessie? Only time would tell.
By July 4th, Shelly was reveling in the feeling of having a girl who Served Her. Well, Michelle used the word ‘girlfriend’, but even that was only in whispers together. Nobody actually knew that they were ‘together’, and they never did anything in public to raise questions.
Shelly did notice that her girlfriend was easily distracted whenever a certain boy was around. Since they saw him daily at the pool, this made the blonde girl consider how to respond to her servant’s wandering eye. Shelly recognized the boy from school, they were in the same class together. Hee was a well known jock who was also on the Honor Roll, but was not cocky about either.
Finally, deciding to take control of the situation, the blonde came up with an audacious plan.
Shelly followed Michelle’s hungry gaze towards Jason as he did warm-up exercises by the side of the pool. “Do you like him?” Shelly asked, as she caressed her girlfriend’s back above her little butt.
Michelle blushed deeply, an impressive feat for her coloration, but she nodded right away. Michelle was always truthful with Shelly, it was part of their bargain, to always be honest. Shelly herself never lied to Michelle. She might leave some details out, or just not bring something up, but she avoided outright lying. She had unknowingly taken Jessies lessons to heart.
Looking back on this time, Shelly had no idea what had happened to her in these last few months, but the timid girl of mid-April would never even conceive of the plans of the young woman now in mid-July.
She took Michelle’s hand and set off towards the object of her little serv ... girlfriend’s desire. Striding around the side of the pool, she quickly arrived in front of the rather tall, slightly-muscled young man.
The biggest change for Shelly that summer wasn’t just her outward appearance. Although her growth was impressive, due to her mother’s regular nutritious meals and snacks, combined with a regimen of vitamins and supplements. Add the dancing and swimming, it was no surprise to her parents to see Shelly’s physical development.
However, the biggest change in Shelly was that she Recognized her own beauty. She had been trained for years to avoid any and all sense of self-worth. In a complete turnaround, the young woman now reveled in the power of her physicality.