I’ve been here a month now. I’ve grown four inches taller, my dick has grown four inches shorter and my balls have shrunk.

Liam told me "The training ring prevents erections, all erections. Your penis is a muscle, erections especially those you get in your sleep, exercise your penis, no exercise and the muscle atrophies."

"But my balls are glands."

"Yes Robin, but we’ve been injecting you with nanotech mediviros," explained Liam, "You get plenty of testosterone from your adrenal glands, in fact you’ve got a much higher testosterone than you used to have, it’s giving you big muscles. However, since your balls have nothing to do, they atrophy too"

"Isn’t real high testosterone a bad thing?"

"Not if it’s your own testosterone." said Liam. "Testosterone manufactured outside of a body seems to cause the production of estrogens to rebalence the hormones. If the testosterone is created within a healthy body you don’t get wild hormone swings and roid rage."

Then he kissed me and we made love in new ways. Liam is so creative, especially when he doesn’t want to talk..

The next day I was in one of the Dreamy rooms.. Only the initial Dreamy sessions are carried out in a patient’s room. It’s both safer and more economical in man-hours to use the labs. Anna was helping me onto the table..

Anna’s a genetic female and wears the Pleiades badge. It means she’s fairly easy going. Sun badge women are female separatists, Waxing Crescent women are simply matriarchal, but still accept that men, if they are tempered, mainly by reducing their sex drive or directing it away from women, have rights that must be respected. Pleiades women are progressives that respect people and don’t judge them by their sex organs or orientation. My mother and grandmothers wore the Pleiades badge.

There was a big butch athletic looking man on one of the couches. He looked sort of Italian-French to me. His skin was flawless with an olive color, his hair was wavy, thick, and black. He had warm brown eyes. He was covered in jewels of sweat, sighing in his dream. I noticed that he was a Venus sign and had a lovely cunt. The name on his chart was spelled A-N-E-U-R-I-N Jones.

Anna saw my confusion,"It’s pronounced a-NYE-rin," she said, "It’s a Welsh name."

"I’m named after Aneurin Bevan, the Welsh union leader. But you can call me Nye." the pretty man said in a base-baritone voice. "My twelfth birthday is next week, come to my party, please."

He drifted off in dreams before I could answer.

"You must come to his party, his mother never let him have any birthday parties, or Christmas presents, or toys even. because she thought boys were too easy to spoil. I wish I could spoil her." Anna said angrily. "He’s amazingly sweet even if he has been bullied by that bitch all his life."

Only bullying and cruelty could make Anna really mad.

I looked at her brown eyes and chocolate colored skin. She was gentle and strong like my grandmothers.

"Is he really only twelve?’

"This accelerated growth stuff is powerful." said Anna. "He likes being so much stronger and taller."

"I liking that too, I’m four inches taller in a month. I just wish my cock and balls weren’t shirking."

Anna adjusted the cornet and collar and said, "Well you got to be a boy for fourteen years, he was ten when they took his boyparts."

"Who said he had to be a girl between his legs?"

Anna looked at me and said "The only thing his mother ever gave him was a choice, get a vagina or be a nullo." She looked sad, "I wish they’d have given you a choice too."

"I know Anna," She kissed me and smiled. It was a sad smile.

"They’re going to let him be a surrogate." said Anna.

"They’re going to knock him up! He’s twelve!"

"It’s safe," said Anna, with no real conviction "The psychologists say that his acceptance of his required psychosexual role will be enhanced by the experience." Anna does a great pompous voice.

"What IS his ‘required psychosexual role?’"

"His mother will let him be a masculine male as long as he is female between the legs, and strongly prefers it that way ." said Anna. "Both his older sisters were born boys, and underwent sex reassignment at birth. so his mom is being generous by her lights. Besides he says he’s always wanted to give birth, he wants to have a bunch of babies. It’s a child’s enthusiasm, but it helps him "

"He’s twelve..."

"Later," said Anna,"when he can take care of them." Anna looked at me and gave a conspiratorial wink,"He has a wild fantasy. You know that there are still hustlers in some countries."I nodded yes. "He says he’ll get myself knocked up by the prettiest boy-whores he can find and have all his babies that way."

I rolled my eyes, "Tell me he’ll grow out of it."

Anna just kissed my forehead and turned on the dreamies.

I kissed Aneurin and ate out his hot sweaty little pussy. Since he’s highly orgasmic he came about a dozen times. We rolled together in our sweat. Then he got a huge strap-on and pegged me while we lay in front of a roaring fire.

I half knew I was dreaming. I looked around and knew that the lodge, Nye and I were in, was from an old magazine I found in one of my grandparents attics. It was out West somewhere in the high country. I walked outside nude, the emptiness of my sweet nulled crotch making me still more naked.

I found a stallion. I jumped on his back nude, as naked as the beast I rode.

I rode bareback, skin to skin with the stallion. The rhythm of his running stirring my loins. My sweat ran into the stallion’s, my sweat and my spunk.

I washed us both off in a little waterfall.

I put the staddle back on Tornado, after I smoothed every little wrinkle out of his blanket. If you leave even one wrinkle you can give a horse a nasty blister, they can get infected too.

I put my nice tight jeans on, tight enough to let all the cow pokes know I’m a nullo, so they can poke me too. My bandanna is pink, and I wear the wanning crescent on my belt buckle, but my jeans tell’em too.

I look in the still pool and see what a pretty cowboy I am. Yes, I’m a pretty man.

I jump onto Tornado’s back and ride west.

Tornado took me across the chaparral, but a sudden storm was coming up, so I headed us toward an old line cabin I knew of. I could put Tornado in the stable and sleep in the cabin.

I was lucky, the stable was in good condition and had some supplies stored. I knew Masterson, it was his land, as long as I serviced him good, he’d be alright with my staying here. And I loved sucking his huge cock, the wildest gun in the West.

I went to the cabin after I took care of Tornado, you can’t ignore your horse. I saw that there was smoke coming out of the cabin, well company can be fun.

"Well cowboy, I see you’re only packing two guns." said the man in the cabin.

"True enough, but I can ride any cowboy in the West."

The man in the cabin was an Indian, he wore a lawman’s star and the sign of Mars. He asked me, "Do you always get your man?"

"I do my best."

His skin was copper, his black black hair hung down his back. He was tall and lean and moved gracefully. He wore amethyst earrings, and a violet bandanna.

I hung my guns up by the door and laid myself down on the rug by the fire, "Where’s your horse, and is it polite to ask your name?"

"You can call me Metacom," he said, "you can’t say my real name, but he was a fighter. My horse got spooked and ran off, he should find his way back. What do I call you?"

"When I was a little boy, they called me Joey, but now they call me Robin."

"Whose boy are you now?" asked Metacom with sly smile.

I stretched out on the rug and asked, "Whose sweet boy would you like me to be?"

Metacom kneeled on the rug beside me and started unbuttoning my shirt. He slowly striped me naked. And then he had me put my chaps, boots, hat, and bandanna, back on. My pretty cheeks were offered up as a treat. My smooth pretty nulled crotch, was on proud display. Then Metacom striped. I never saw a copper snake so long and thick.

First we wrestled a bit. Rubbing our bodies together, testing our strength and skill. Then Metacom kissed me. He tossed his long hair over me and stoked my skin with his long hair. He drew his beautiful long black hair across my crotch, it was like silk.

Then he pulled me to him and kissed me powerfully.

We spent hours tasting each other. I took his sweet snake into my mouth. I licked the sweat from the smooth space under his cock.

Metacom growled at me, "You know this used to be Indian land."

"Why don’t you make my hot tight ass indian territory?"

Metacom plunged deep into me, "They’ll talk about this as the coming of the White Man."

After we made love for days and days, three ranch hands came and told us Nye was having his baby. We bathed in the waters of the lake. And went to the bower where Nye was resting.

Coach Robert, naked as always, was attending to Nye. "Robert Joseph get over her and help us out."

"Yes Coach, what can I do?"

"Nye can’t deliver unless he can have a good strong orgasm," declared the Coach, "eat out his pussy so he can give birth."

I kissed Nye full on the mouth, then I licked and nibbled his throat and neck. Like all modern guys, the Areola of his nipples were as large as a woman’s and as sensitive as the glans of a penis. I sent a long time licking and sucking Nye’s nips.

Nye’s navel was nearly flat, a very slight inny, but it tasted male, and musty sweet.

I licked and suckled my way down to Nye’s sweet snatch.

Nye’s clit was nearly as large as a stub, and tasted just as good. I lapped the fragrant sweat off Nye’s butch labia. Nye moaned, but not in pain.

Coach Roberts tapped me to step back. I saw the head of Nye’s baby as he came out of Nye.

"Anna, " I said, "are there blankets for the baby?"

"What were you dreaming?" asked Anna.

Later on that day, after Liam fisted me, I asked, "Is it really safe for a kid like Aneurin to have a baby?"

"You really feel concern for him don’t you?" asked Liam as he smiled and mussed my hair.

"They wouldn’t let a girl his age get pregnant, or carry a child."

"Like you Robin, Aneurin is on the rapid maturation program." said Liam, "Male adolescence is now a few months stay at a treatment center. Aneurin is taking longer, but he was made to start early."

"Where will he go once he leaves here?"

"That’s supposed to be confidential," said Liam, "but for you Robin I bend rules. He’s going to a Coast Guard school. Aneurin wants to be a butch guy and live with other butch guys, doing butch things, and training for rescue missions suits him."

"Will he be a cadet?"

"Pretty much," said Liam, "He’ll go to college, and officer’s school, and given that he’s in full rebellion against his mother, several maternity wards. Pregnancy thrills that kid."

"At least he’ll be a guy, I go to the poodle academy. Right?"

"Yes Robert Joseph Ledger, your new school will be frilly, and lacy and pink." said Liam. "In spite of that you might like it." Liam kissed me full on the mouth then.

Then I kissed him back.

"Even if you’re going to be feminized Robin, you can be your own man." said Liam.

"What do you mean?"

"Being a man isn’t just about sex acts and presentation," said Liam, "even a nullo in lace and pearls can live a life of courage and achievement. We put a huge focus on sex here, because we’re rewriting your sexuality, but sex is only one part of life."

Then Liam asked me, "What do you really want to do with your life? Aneurin wants to be in the Coast Guard and later the Space Fleet. He wants to rescue and protect people. What does Robin want?"

"I want to be a school teacher on the frontier. I want to build a new freer society up in the skies, I want to give those kids the tools to build their worlds."

"Can you do that without a cock?" asked Liam.

"Yeah, but I hoped to do others things too."

"Maybe you will," said Liam. Then we made love for hours. Which is what Liam does when he doesn’t want to talk.

At least I have no trouble sleeping at night.