Following this, a decision had been made by international voting wherein every country produced its children by artificial insemination, allowing all boys to be suitably dealt with at the age of 13. Other changes had taken place. Boys were now called by girls’ names which had an ‘n’ in them. So a boy before the age of 13 could be named ‘Jame’, which was changed after the surgery to ‘Jane’. Some women were chosen on the basis of genetics to bear one male child, hence many women escaped this, being allowed to have just proper female children, whereas the less fortunate had to bear a boy, but were suitably compensated by the government for their inconvenience. Such women had a choice whether to bring up the boy in their own household or to send him to a state nursery from birth.

Mary had decided to bring up her son, Amme, herself, along with her two daughters whom she had chosen to have and raise. She was in a long-term partnership with Susan and the decision was that they would like to bring up their son to train him for his future life. Amme wore dresses with his hair long in a pony-tail and could have been taken as a girl except that he wore nappies and rubber pants since he had not been toilet trained. Mary had access to the laundry service, which supplied her with clean nappies and laundered the soiled ones for her. The service was run from the local nursery as all boys were kept this way to ‘baby’ them so they never tried to get above their station again.

On Amme’s 13th birthday, he was dressed in his prettiest frock, hair combed neat and tidy and taken by his mother to the local nursery for his treatment. She had brought him up to know his place to defer to full girls and women, and to be obedient to every command. At the nursery special unit, he was logged in as the microchip identifier under his skin was scanned. He was taken to a changing room where a disposable breathable nappy replaced his cloth nappies, and all his pretty clothes were removed and returned to Mary. She was allowed to kiss him goodbye, as, from the age of 13, the state would then bring him up, unless, like Mary, she had specially requested to have her ‘son’ back again.

Both Mary and Amme were tearful at their separation. After all, even though Amme was a boy, he and his mother had built up a strong bond over those 13 years. Amme was led away to the dormitory for the other boys who had lived in the community. The disposable nappies were designed to keep the testes cool by evaporation to aid healthy sperm production. Just as before, any boy who could not provide sperm because of a lack of maturity was just unfortunate.

Amme was shown to his dormitory where there were already other boys brought in that day. He was assigned a bed and told to watch the television with the others until the dormitory was full. When that happened, the TV was turned off and the boys told about their regime of play, exercise, and medical checks, as well as when and how they would be fed, changed and washed. After a week there with plenty of good healthy exercise which had the double effect, since they were just dressed in tee shirts and nappies for that, of ensuring that their testes were cooled to below body temperature, the boys were prepared for their milking. A heavy dose of bowel cleansing medication – strong laxatives – was given to each boy just before bed that night, at the end of the first week, after they had been changed into extra thick nappies and rubber pants to cope with the diarrhoea which the laxatives would cause overnight. During the night, every boy woke as the laxatives caused griping and cramps, leading to explosive emptying of their bowels into their nappies so that, by morning, they couldn’t walk from the bulk between their legs, and had to crawl to be washed and changed.

In the morning, every boy was washed and changed into the normal rubber pants and cloth nappies, then led to the treatment area. They were all thirsty as they’d been given nothing to drink that morning in case they were to proceed straight to the next stage. They also felt very empty from the laxatives! Each boy had his waist measured, and was told a colour with the admonition that they were to remember their colour on pain of punishment! They also had their heights checked as well. The boys were sat down on disposable incontinence pads as, one by one, they were changed into their milking garment. The garments were made of thin, stretchy rubber in different sizes which were colour coded – hence the requirement that the boys remembered their colour. They fitted snugly around the hips with short legs and an open crotch. The main feature, however, was the ‘spike’ to fit into the boy’s back passage and the cable emerging from that outside the garment with a plug on the end. Each garment had been powdered to slip on easily with the spike lubricated and glistening with the gel. One by one, the boys, sat in their row, were made to stand, their nappies removed, and the garment pulled up over their hips. Two nurses did this: one to pull up the garment and the other to make sure that the spike inserted to its full depth into the boy’s back passage. The boy was then told to sit down with the bottom of the spike so designed that, as he sat, it was pushed in as firmly as possible.

Amme had been really upset at being taken away from his mother. He didn’t understand why and she obviously didn’t want this either, as she’d been in tears when he was taken from her. The night when he’d been given the laxatives and a sleeping drug had been horrible. He wet and soiled himself without thinking since he’d received not toilet training, but that night he’d been woken with his insides churning and an uncontrollable explosion from his bowels as his nappy filled with stool. That hadn’t been pleasant. He’d always been changed immediately if he’d had a bowel movement, whether at home or at school where he’d been sent to the school nurse to be changed immediately. He was, like the other boys, worried about what was going to happen to him, and he’d have been even more worried if he actually knew. When the nurses had sat him down with the other boys, all naked, it had felt strange sitting there without a nappy on. He’d been called out and the tight rubber garment pulled up around him, exposing his ‘thing’. The spike going up inside him felt really strange, but as he sat down, it pressed inside him, giving him strange sensations he’d not had before. Like the other boys who had had their garment put on, he wriggled a bit as he sat there as that made the spike inside him rub interesting places. His garment was purple rubber and he soon found that the tight garment started to make him sweat. As he wriggled a bit, his ‘thing’ began to get stiff and point up. He’d woken at night to find this happening and he’d had strange dreams, which he had seemed to enjoy, but the actual content of which always eluded him.

A nurse came up to him and took his ‘thing’ between her fingers and injected each side of it with a special syringe with a fine needle. She rubbed where she had injected and then moved on to the next boy. His thing became even straighter, stiffer and longer. He looked at the other boys and noticed that most of them who’d been injected were the same. One boy, however, smaller than the rest, hadn’t had any reaction at all to the injections. When the nurses had finished going down the line of boys sitting on the bench in what was the waiting room, they stood and looked at the boys. The one who had no reaction was discussed. His rubber garment was removed and he was put into a pair of rubber pants with a battery belt attached. This warmed him to make his scrotum stretch for his surgery which was to come. One nurse led him away through a door guarded by a swipe card access.

When she came back, Amme was called out, along with another boy, both of whom had grown particularly large. Each boy was led through a door into another area with cubicles screened by curtains. Each boy was led into a separate cubicle. The nurse made an adjustment on the special bed in front of Amme and he was invited to lie down on the bed, face first. The bed was made of black rubber with two sections for his legs and separate sections for his arms. There was a round hole for his face and a hole for his ‘thing’. The nurse spoke to him, “Don’t be worried by all this: I think you’ll enjoy it! Every boy looks forward to these sessions in here.” She helped Amme to lie down on the bed, guiding his ‘thing’ into the hole which he found had been lubricated to help it to slide in. His face rested on the rubber hole, which was a mask connected to a machine beside the bed. He could breathe with no problems, but the air smelt of the rubber mask. The nurse plugged the cord from his garment into a socket beside the bed, then proceeded to strap Amme down. The rubber bed had conformed to his body, so he was comfortable, but very apprehensive. The nurse flicked a switch, left the cubicle and pulled the curtain across so that the next boys brought in would not see what was going to happen.

Suddenly the spike inside him started to vibrate and press on the inside of his body in the same places where his wriggling had produced pleasant feeling. The device around his ‘thing’ had closed up to grip it and then that started squeezing and rubbing it. He had never felt anything like it. After all, all boys were kept in special mittens at night to prevent them from removing their nappies and, more especially, to stop them from playing with themselves and experiencing the joys of self-stimulation. Amme became hot and sweaty as hormones flooded his body, aided by the mist of drugs sprayed through his mask designed to improve sperm production and to give a better yield. He experienced sensations never felt by him before as he reached his climax and released into the collecting device below. When he stopped producing sperm, the cessation of the rise of the level in the collection device was noted by the machine, which notified another nurse at the control desk, as well as stopping the machine. She came to take Amme away to have a clean nappy applied. She also took the collecting jar from the bottom of the machine, which contained a good quantity of semen. She placed the lid on the jar and then affixed a label with Amme’s designation on it. Amme was led to another room where his rubber garment and spike were removed by a different group of nurses who cleaned him up and put disposable nappies on him.. He was told that he would be back a week later for another session. He was looking forward to that!

The nurse who removed the jar shook her head thoughtfully, thinking to herself, “Poor boy. We introduce him to the sensation of ejaculation, then, as for him, he produces enough sperm, we make sure he never experiences that ever again.” The semen would be tested for quality and quantity of live sperm and, when sufficient had been collected for the sperm bank to ensure a healthy future population, the boy would move onto the next stage.. Those who produced no sperm at all went straight to the next stage as the other boy had done, never to experience those particular pleasures. The more a boy produced, the fewer milkings he would have, with Amme looking like very few indeed. When he had produced enough, he would have one final milking before proceeding to the next stage.

It took just two more milkings for Amme to have produced enough healthy sperm for breeding purposes. On the next occasion, after his very last ever milking, he was led out of the cubicle and cleaned up, but, this time, instead of clean nappies, he was but in a pair of the rubber pants with the battery pack around his waist. The rubber pants would tend to make him hot anyway, but he built-in battery powered heater warmed him even more. Amme was told to sit quietly until they were ready for him. The warmth provoked sweating inside the rubber pants as his scrotum became flaccid from the warmth – a genetic response which nature had intended to allow the testes to be cooled by hanging down lower from the warm body if they became too warm. Amme asked the nurse, “What’s happening?” “Don’t ask questions!” came the reply, “Just be a good boy and do as you’re told. We’ll look after you, I can promise that!” The nurse smiled to herself inwardly, “Oh yes! They’d take good care of him all right – permanently!” He was also given a sweet to suck, with a severe warning to suck it and not to swallow. Amme found his mouth going numb as he sucked the sweet – exactly what was intended.

When he’d finished the sweet, a nurse took him through a security door and into a surgical cubicle, which was very warm. There was a large rubber covered chair with an inflated cushion, in the shape of a horseshoe with the gap at the front, and just the tip of a spike, glistening with lubricant, above the top of the cushion. There were leg supports, which could be hinged out, and, of course, straps to hold him down. The nurse picked up a large pacifier connected to a long tube attached to a machine behind the chair. She asked Amme to open his mouth while the pacifier was inserted with the mouth guard under his lips and then the whole was strapped behind his head. She warned Amme that his mouth would be pushed open a bit as she worked a control, which opened his jaws wider, and the teat, which had a large hole through the centre, expanded to make a larger hole and to force his anaesthetised tongue down. Taking a nose clip, she placed it on Amme’s nose, pointing out to him that, as he breathed, a green rubber bag filled and emptied. The rubber bag would be visible to him as he sat in the chair. The nurse told him that, in a few minutes, she’d be asking him to take really deep breaths and to try to blow the bag up like a big balloon for her. That all fascinated him. This was deliberate as a distraction to stop him from thinking too much about what was to happen to him. The nurse removed his rubber pants and invited him to sit in the chair, saying that he was to sit in the chair and she’d let the air out of the cushion so the spike went inside him. He, of course, was expecting the spike to vibrate and make him feel good, as the other spike had done. In this, he would shortly be disappointed.

The nurse started to deflate the cushion as she told Amme to wriggle a little to make sure the spike went inside him and to tell her by shaking his head if it hurt him at all as she’d stop and try again. However, the spike slid smoothly inside him and, when he was sitting with his full weight on the seat, that triggered a control which caused the spike to expand somewhat inside him as the upper part inflated, holding him down. He was strapped into the chair. The chest strap contained heart monitor sensors and a cuff across one arm would monitor his blood pressure. Once he was firmly strapped down, his legs were swung apart. The nurse pulled down on his still flaccid scrotum and hooked his testes under a clamp on the surgical robot underneath him so that his scrotum was stretched. She took his penis and injected a mixture of lubricant, local anaesthetic and antiseptic into his urethra, warning Amme that it might sting a bit at first, but would soon go numb. After she’d injected this, she held the tip of his penis to stop the gel escaping until it had done its task of anaesthetising his urethra. After a few minutes, she touched another control and a tube emerged from the machine. She gently manipulated Amme’s penis so that the tube started to slide through. The tube pulled towards his back as it straightened his urethra and was passed up into his bladder. At the same time, the device holding his scrotum and testes pulled back out of the way.

A light lit up to inform the nurse that the surgical machine was ready. She smiled at Amme, “Let’s see you blow up my balloon for me!” With that, she pressed the ‘start’ button that would set the surgical procedure in motion. As Amme obediently tried to blow the green rubber bag into a balloon, the gas changed from oxygen to a mixture of oxygen, nitrous oxide and sevoflurane. He couldn’t taste or small any change, so continued, as planned, to take big deep breaths. His head started to spin and a rushing noise filled his ears as he had the sensation of falling through a black tunnel. Just before he became unconscious, his last vision was the nurse squeezing the rubber bag to force more gas into his lungs.

Once the sensors indicated that he was deeply unconscious, the anaesthetic part of the machine continued to maintain deep anaesthesia, but added a mist of analgesic drugs in the gas he was breathing, as well as a high dose of female hormones, to begin his feminisation process, and a drug to cause his vocal cords to shrink back to their childish size so his voice would return to the more acceptable child and female register. With his scrotum pulled back, it was stretched some more as the surgical machine cut into his scrotum and inserted devices to penetrate inside him to sever and remove his testes. Meanwhile, the tube in his penis filled his bladder with glycine irrigation fluid, then, guided by ultrasound information from the probe in his back passage, extended a loop of hot wire that cut through his bladder sphincter muscles and the contents of his prostatic capsule. Whereas before he had been incontinent of urine, and so reliant on wearing nappies and rubber pants, because of lack of training, now he would be permanently incontinent because of surgical intervention. With the resectoscope still in his urethra, the surgical machine then cut away his scrotum and the whole of his penis down to its roots, leaving the urethra intact. As the tube had been pulled to between Amme’s legs, the surgical robot was then able to close the skin around the incisions with strong surgical glue so that Anne’s (as it had now legally become, after the castration and penectomy) urethra emerged in its proper place between its legs. ‘He’ had become ‘it’ as that was the designation of a neutered former male. The machine started the final part of the process. Now the base of the spike expanded cruelly, stretching and tearing Anne’s anal sphincter muscles, dilating his anal opening. When the anus had been stretched to a 50 mm opening, concentrated radiation was focussed from the spike into the sphincter muscle, turning it into hard scar tissue so that his anus would be open and incontinent for the rest of his life.

Finally, the nurse positioned the ‘crown’ on his head. This was a band to hold his head still and a surgical device on the front. With Amme deeply unconscious, the machine injected the skin of his forehead and a large bore tube cut into the skin. Through this came a drill that bored into his skull. The drill was withdrawn and the laser tool inserted. This performed a pre-frontal lobotomy by burning away connections in Amme’s brain. He would become like a retarded, but docile, ‘child ‘ for the rest of his life, never to be capable of threatening the women’s peace as he aged and always requiring care.

The women of the world had voted, after the revolution of the full males, which had so nearly succeeded simply because the women had not, in their view, needed weapons as there was true world peace, that, in future, all boys, after their role in the sperm supply, should not only be neutered, but rendered docile and dependent, knowing their place and, in return, would be cared for, having their nappies changed for them, by women whose daughters had grown up and left home and had volunteered for this duty. The exception to this was when a boy’s birth mother had requested to continue to look after her former son. Anne was lucky: Mary had volunteered to do just that.

Anne woke in a hospital bed aware that things felt different, but not what and why. It was in a nightdress, but that was nothing new: Anne had always worn nightdresses in bed. He had a pacifier in his mouth, on which he was sucking. He had memories of something pleasurable and then something nasty, but they were hazy. Every time he tried to think hard, his mind just drifted away: he just couldn’t seem to think or concentrate. A nurse came up to him, “Hello Anne, I see you’re awake now. Are you thirsty?” Anne nodded. The nurse took a bottle, after gently pulling out his pacifier, and placed the teat in Anne’s mouth. Anne sucked greedily on it as gradually the memories faded as the connections inside his brain were no longer there to allow him to concentrate or remember. Anne was thirsty and needed that drink. Urine flowed into Anne’s nappy as the bladder just drained as soon as the kidneys made urine. Anne was aware of the warm wetness of the nappy, being thirsty and given a drink. Life was good as far as Anne was concerned.