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As days went by, Peter got lots and lots of mirror training. The phallus was replaced with larger versions, until it approximated a nicely–sized cucumber. He squirmed up and down on it, smiling and giggling. He talked about being fancy and sweet, showing off for girls, and pleasing boys.

Even when he wasn't dancing in front of the mirror, the voice told him to say pretty things as he walked around in his room, went to the bathroom, or lay in bed. He had to make them up himself. If he went more than a few seconds without saying something like "Peter likes to please boys with his pretty pansy lips!" or "I like to wear pink ribbons, and dance around in front of girls" or "Pretty and obedient – sissy Peter likes the Sweet Cream from a boy's penis!" – or if they weren't sweet and embarrassing enough – then he would get a little reminder shock.

Peter tried to keep track of the days, but it really all became a blur. He wasn't frightened anymore, and things started to become routine – even boring. He woke, he had his mirror time, he squirted, he cleaned it, he ate, he used the toilet, he slept. And during all of this, he talked in his girl voice about what he was, and what he wanted to do. He would awake some days, realizing that he'd been muttering them in his sleep. By his estimation, about a month had gone by since he was kidnapped, and he started to wonder if he'd ever go home again.

Then, one day, it was over. He woke up with a start – not in the metal room, but in a park, on a bench, in his old clothing. He recognized it immediately – it was a park near his house. Peter cried with joy, and ran home, bursting through the door, where his mother was sitting and reading. In amazement, they both cried together, and embraced. The police came back, and all the information was given. He blushed a deep crimson when he had to describe to the police officer the swishing and dancing. Both his mother and the officer were very sympathetic, and Peter was told that they'd try very hard to catch whoever did it.