Story: My Father's Ward

MY FATHER'S WARD

By Tcheser

Emily was one of the loveliest women I had ever met. She was poised, intelligent, I and stunningly beautiful. She had long, curly, chestnut hair, and a lovely face with elegant bone structure and full red lips. Her long, slender body was perfection from her silky smooth legs to her supple perky breasts to the long red nails she had professionally manicured.

All of this made her absolutely unbearable though. She was my late father’s ward and practically my sister. I could never have her the way I wanted her. It hurt me deeply. My passion for her grew first into despair and then eventually into full blown hatred. Finally I could take it no more.

I cornered her one morning in the hallway. She was wearing an expensive designer dress that was somewhat low cut and sleeveless with a short matching jacket, sexily patterned stockings and open toed sling backs. Her earrings, necklace, tennis bracelet and matching anklet all sparkled with diamonds.

I told her I was in love with her and that she was the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Before she could respond I continued and told her how I was in no position to court her and furthermore under these circumstances I could no longer behold her beauty. Wipe off your makeup I demanded and let me see the real you. She used my handkerchief and wiped off her lipstick and rouge. I can’t remove it properly she protested as the makeup smeared across her face.

Don’t worry about it I told her as I took her by the hand and began none too gently ripping off her clothes. She screamed but I ignore her. First her jacket and then her dress I tore to pieces. She protested quite vehemently when I seized her panties, but a few whacks to her lovely behind persuaded her not to delay me further. And then with one hand I tore them from her and tossed them away. Her stockings I merely pawed until they were ripe with runs. Her sexy little heels however I pulled off, threw on the ground and stomped on until they were unrecognizable. The bra that held her magnificently precocious breasts I took from her and used to tie her hands together behind her back.

Her long hair hung down. I pushed it away from her face, sweeping it over her shoulders. Why do you never wear your hair up like a decent lady? Why must you torture me with these silken locks? She didn’t have an answer for me and just stood there frightened and tearful.

I drew her hair back into a ponytail held it tight and immediately cut into it across her nape with a pair of scissors I brought just for this occasion. No please, please not this short she protested but I cut straight through it and severed it from her head.

You won’t look so spectacular with your hair cropped short I told her. And then I made it look even worse by haphazardly cutting chunks out here and there and arbitrarily trimming her bangs to a shorter length. Her hair was everywhere but not on her head anymore. Finished I rubbed my hand through her mutilated hair. Perfect I said, now you have nothing to flip or stroke in my presence.

Using a little hair trimmer I used on my beard I then erased her graceful arched eyebrows leaving her oddly expressionless. Her long red fingernails had to go as well and a fingernail clipper made short work of them.

Naturally Emily cried when she first saw herself in the mirror, shocked at her new appearance. Gone was the elegantly attired young woman with the flowing chestnut hair. Now all she saw was a bedraggled spectacle in rags and ruined makeup with nothing but a misshapen crop of short unevenly cut hair to call her own.

Cover yourself I said handing her what she was to now wear at all times; a plain blue calf length housedress with long sleeves and a tight round collar, brown cotton tights and dull lace up oxfords.

Now when I catch glimpses of Emily with her drab clothes and butchered hair the hatred is gone. She of courses misses the attention she received before, but has come to see the necessity of the change and has made the best of it. Having her hair buzz cut every two weeks and never wearing makeup anymore is a small price to pay for keeping the peace.