Research and enquiries showed that, unfortunately, David and Jane were very alone in the world with no relatives who could become the children's guardians, so it fell to the state to decide where to place them until they became adults and were eligible to receive the legacy from their parents' insurance policies and the compensation for their deaths in the accident. The social services department, having completed their enquiries so quickly, took the children to the local judge who adjudicated in such juvenile custody cases a few short days later. They had completed their investigations and wanted to get the judge to authorize their placements. The judge spoke to the children with David holding Jane's and Jane clutching her dolly with her other hand and just crying. David was trying very hard to be the 'man of the house' and be strong for Jane. Social Services outlined their suggestions: Jane would be fostered and David would have to be sent to Dotheboys Hall. The judge turned to the social services lady, "Is there no way we can foster these two unfortunate children together with the same family? I do not want to separate them and I certainly do not want to send David to Dotheboys Hall." "Your honour, we have tried but literally there is nowhere else for them. We have tried, but all the appropriate children's homes are so full they cannot take any more, even as a favor." Is there no way to keep them together? I also do not want to have to send David to that place?" "Judge, we have tried out best. there is nowhere else and, I'm sure, you don't want both David and Jane to go to Dotheboys Hall." The judge shuddered, "No, that would make a worse situation absolutely disastrous." He banged his gavel, "Let is be so." He came over to the children, apologizing to them both for having to separate them. The judge retired and social services let the children spend some last moment together. Their separation was as tearful and distressing to all concerned as they feared. Jane was taken out to meet her new foster parents and David was led out by a social worker to go with her to Dotheboys Hall. On the way there, David was very quiet until, after some half an hour or so out of the city, he asked the social worker, "What's wrong with Dotheboys Hall? Why is it so dreadful?" The social worker swallowed as she gave herself time to decide how much truth to tell the poor boy, however determined not to lie to him. "It's not a place we normally would use for children like you. We very occasionally use it for children who are completely beyond control as they Hall is very good at calming children like that and settling them down. We are only sending you there because there is absolutely nowhere else to send you. We've had far too many children lately who have lost their parents in road accidents and we've just run out of placements, but, at least, we've found somewhere really nice for Jane. Unfortunately the couple only have one spare bedroom and, as you're now ten, we really can't have you sharing a room with Jane. Do you understand that?" "I think so," David replied. "It's because I'm a boy and I'm growing up and Jane is a girl." That's basically it, David. I'm just so sorry you're having to go there." "What's so bad about it?" David asked. "I think I'm going to have to say that you'll have to see for yourself." For the next hour they both were silent as David was driven to meet his fate. After turning off the main highway and down some country roads, they turned a corner at the top of a hill and stopped. Down in the valley was Dotheboys Hall surrounded by farmland. The Hall was a gothic horror more suited to Count Dracula than a children's home with spires, turrets and gloomy wings dating back to when Queen Victoria was on the throne in Great Britain. In front of them was a barbed wire fence topped with razor wire with other fences behind. A security gate was set into the fence with a sign which read "Dotheboys Hall for orphans and delinquent children." The social worker got out of the automobile and walked up to the video camera set into the call system on the gate. Holding up her pass, she announced that she was bringing David as discussed. The gate swung open to allow them through to another gate. When the first gate had closed, the second opened, and then after they had driven through that, a third gate opened and they drove onto the main drive as the gate closed with a clang behind them. "Wow!" David remarked fearfully, "This is like a prison!" "I'm afraid so, David. When I leave, my car will be searched twice to make sure no-one is trying to escape. I don't want to take you here and, believe me, we've looked at every possible alternative. A social worker from upstate brought a girl and another boy here earlier. She'd been fostered, and smashed up the foster home, absconded from children's homes and been really disruptive in them too. He just won't stop vandalizing his neighborhood and stealing automobiles. They've both been sent here as the last resort, but we're so reluctant with you - you just don't deserve to come here. I'm just so sorry." her words plunged poor David deeper and deeper into gloom as he dreaded to find what would happen to him there. Little did he know what terrible fate awaited him!

At that moment, they drew up at the front door and a young woman in a nurse's uniform came out to greet them. The social worker handed over the papers and gave David a big kiss, saying again that she was sorry to leave him there. The nurse read the papers, looked at the social worker and said, "I'm sorry too!" She took David's hand and started to lead him into the gloomy entrance hall. David's eyes were cast down and he saw her legs beneath her uniform skirt and noticed that she was wearing an electronic tag like criminals on release had to wear. She noticed him looking, "Best not to ask questions, you'll find out soon enough, I'm afraid. I'm taking you to Mr. Falconer, the owner and director of this place. He's a close friend of the governor of this state which is why this place hasn't been closed down but I didn't say that. When you get in to see him,, be polite, answer his questions if he asks you any, but don't ask anything yourself. Got that?" David agreed that he had.

David was led into an office where a secretary, also with an electronic tag, David noticed, was hard at work. The secretary said, "He's expecting you. He saw David arrive. Go right in." The nurse knocked and, when she heard the brusque 'Enter!", she led David in. She curtsied to Mr Falconer, held out the papers and said, "David, sir." Mr. Falconer studied the papers, then looked up at David, "You are here because your parents died, yes?" David, taking the nurse's lead, said, "Yes, sir." "You've not been in trouble with the law then?" No, sir!" David answered emphatically. "well David, you'll get treated no differently from the other children. Understand?" David, who didn't really understand at all, but remembering he'd been told not to ask questions, replied hesitantly, "Yes, sir." "You're a pretty boy, aren't you? The governor will like you! Take him away, nurse, and process him!"

The nurse curtsied again and led David from the room, closing the door quietly behind her. She smiled at David, "That went quite well. He gets very angry if children answer him back or ask questions. let's get you processed. I'm sorry, but you won't like it, but I have to do it or I'll be punished. You noticed my electronic tag? My parents died too which is how I ended up here. I am an inmate just as you are, so I have to do what I'm told or else. You understand that it's nothing personal?" David could begin to comprehend somewhat of what he had been let in for and nodded. "Good boy, let's get this over with."

David was led into another part of the hall, following the signs 'Hospital Wing'. The nurse opened the door to the wing and led David through a door marked 'processing'. There was a rubber covered table, a shower, a toilet and a chair in the room. "Take all your clothes off, David, including your underwear and use the toilet." "But can't I ..." David spluttered. The nurse, guessing what he wanted to say swiftly interrupted him, "You have to use that toilet in front of me. Sorry." David took all his clothes off and the nurse put them in a bag which she put to one side. David stood in front of the toilet to pass water with his back to the nurse. When he'd finished, the nurse said, "Try to have a b.m too. Trust me, it'll be better if you can." David blushed an even deeper red as he was getting to the age when he was aware of the changes beginning to happen to his body. he dutifully did sit on the toilet and tried to oblige, but without success. The nurse, meanwhile had been putting on a long white rubber apron which covered her arms and down to just above her ankles, and was now wearing white rubber boots too. She pulled a pair of rubber gloves on and called David over to the shower which she'd started running. David stood under the warm shower in the shower tray as she proceeded to wash him from top to toe, cleaning especially around his crotch. David, who showered himself by now, was very embarrassed, especially as his small penis became stiff with her attentions to him. She turned of the shower and toweled him thoroughly dry. She led him over to the chair and fastened a plastic cape around his neck, Taking a pair of electric clippers, she proceeded to cut all his hair back to a very short stubble, telling him that all the boys had their hair trimmed back like this once a week.

She removed the cape and led him to the rubber covered table. Having asked him to lie on it, face downwards, she proceeded to rub cream into his bottom and especially into his anal cleft. She got him to roll over, telling him not to ask questions, and proceeded to coat his front. Then she went to get his new clothing for the home. She got a pair of red rubber pants, a thick pile of diapers, two suppositories, and diaper pins. She got one further item. Taking an electronic tag with David's name on it, she put it round his ankle and fastened it in place. "David, if you try to remove this, it sets off an alarm and you will be very severely punished, and I mean severely. The last boy who tried that couldn't walk for two weeks afterwards. Don't try to escape from the ground because the guard dogs are loose between two of the fences and they are vicious. Also the guards will come as soon as you try to pass the white posts set around the ground. There's a white line running between the posts - don't ever cross that as you'll set the alarms off. Do you understand?" David, by now very frightened, told her that he did. She then proceeded to start to diaper him. "Hey, what are you doing?" David demanded as he sat up, pushing her hands away. The nurse stepped back and, without saying a word, lifted the front of her skirt. David was surprised when she started doing that, but was even more so when he saw she was wearing diapers and pink rubber pants under her uniform. She blushed and he did too at causing her this embarrassment. "I'm sorry .." started David. "Don't be. We all wear diapers all the time. There are no bathrooms for us. This is the only one and it can only be used by new inmates as they are processed like you are. Now, let's get you diapered!" David reluctantly lifted his hips so she could slide the thick pile of terry towelling diapers under his bottom after she'd skillfully folded them in the most appropriate way for a boy of his size. Once they were under him, she slipped a couple of suppositories into his back passage. "They're to make you soil your diaper quickly to help you get used to it. I did ask you to try to do a b.m. as that would postpone the inevitable." David sighed, "I just couldn't. And, I know, this happens to everyone on their first day." "That's right! We get given laxatives and suppositories to make us soil ourselves at night rather than when we're working during the day. Matron watches while the nurses change each other's diapers and give each other laxatives or suppositories. I'm not sure why I'm telling you all this, but I really feel sorry for you. After a while, you will be able to go to sleep and soil yourself without waking up. It sounds horrid, but it is better that way!" With that, she finished diapering David and pulled the red rubber pants up over his hips and up to his waist, making sure that all the diaper was well tucked inside the leg and waist bands to prevent leaks.

David was helped to stand up and the thickness of his diapers forced his legs apart, rather frog-like. Already the rubber pants were making his thighs slick with sweat as his legs came in contact with them. David asked her, gingerly in case he would be told off, "If I've got to wear diapers, I would have thought it 'd be plastic pants? My sister used to wear cloth diapers and plastic pants while she still wet the bed from time to time at night. Mom said it was better for the environment for her to use cloth diapers rather than disposable ones." "The nurse smiled at him, "You'll find the rubber ones are actually more comfortable, but the reason why we have to wear them is that they are cheaper in the long run. These last and last whereas the plastic ones soon get hard and crack. The nurses were tried in plastic ones a few months ago to see if Mr Falconer could save money, but they abandoned them as they wore out so quickly." She next poured a large glass of water which she gave to David to hold, then picking up a syringe, she used it to suck some oily liquid from a bottle into the syringe. "This is castor oil, David. Have you had this before?" David nodded furiously, thinking back to its horrid taste and even more horrid effects. "I hate to do this, but, if you open your mouth and swallow as I squirt it in, it won't be quite as bad. Then drink that down straight away" as the nurse indicated the glass of water she had given him. David obediently opened his mouth as instructed and swallowed as fast as he could as she squirted the foul liquid to the back of his throat. When she'd taken the syringe out of his mouth, he quickly swallowed the glass of water to wash it down, still shuddering at the oily cloying taste. "Good boy! Now, I'm going to have to put you to bed for all that to work. I have put extra thick diapers on you which is why you can't get your legs together! David," she said to him as she took his hands and kneeled in front of him, "You've been so good so far. Will you promise me that you won't try to take your diapers off when I put you to bed? If you promise me, even though I'm not supposed to, I'll not tie your arms and legs down tightly as I'm supposed to do." David looked at her, "I know you're doing what you have to do, and you've been really kind to me. There's no way I want to get you into trouble, so, of course, I'll promise!"

With that, she led David off to the 'Processing' dormitory, as he waddled along in his red rubber pants and wearing absolutely nothing else except the electronic tag round one ankle. She opened the door into the next room where there were four metal cribs. Three of them had a thin sheet on top of the mattress with a pillow whereas the fourth just had a rubber mattress on the bed. In two of the cribs were a girl in pink rubber pants and a boy in the red rubber pants. David was shocked to see a gag in their mouths and that their hands, feet and chest were restrained to the bed as they laid there with their legs apart and their arms spread and fastened to the head of the crib. There was a top to the crib which was locked closed so, even if they could get free of the restraints, they could not escape the crib. When David and the nurse came in, they started struggling to try to free themselves. From the slick of sweat which covered their bodies, it was obvious that they had been doing this before, struggling to get free.

David stared at the gags in their mouths - he knew it was rude to stare, but couldn't help himself. The nurse put her hand to David's chin and gently turned him to look at her, "David, they have been, shall we say, very uncooperative and foul mouthed, so they've been restrained and gagged to stop their swearing and abuse." David nodded in understanding. The nurse led him over to the empty crib which was made up, with the fourth crib between him and the other two. She let down the side and David climbed into the crib. She went to get a large pacifier and put it in his mouth, tying it behind his head. Her eyes told him that she regretted having to do that. She lent forward and whispered, "You can suck on that and it might help. It isn't as bad as the gag which is inflated in their mouths, spreading their mouths open and holding their tongues down. Their jaws will ache in the morning, but I think we'll have to gag them again, I'm afraid. I'll be back later for you with some water to drink." As David tasted the rubber teat in is mouth, she fastened cuffs round his wrists and ankles, but with enough slack so that he could move a bit in the bed. Leaning forward, she gently kissed his forehead, whispering, "I just wish you weren't here!"

He laid there in the crib, looking at the bars overhead which locked him in, and the padded restraints which allowed movement, but made sure he slept on his back. His thighs felt even slicker from the perspiration as the rubber pants touched his thighs and he was sweating inside the rubber pants so his diaper would be damp from sweat, let alone anything else he'd be forced to pass into them during the night. It was strange though. The diapers, rubber pants and the pacifier in his mouth which he found himself sucking on from time to time did comfort him, bringing back vague memories of being loved, cared for and safe from his childhood. He knew that was behind him forever, but the feeling was good while it lasted. He could feel severe discomfort in his back passage and guessed that the things she'd put in his bottom to make him have a b.m. would soon prove successful. Shortly afterwards, he had a strong urge to push down to pass stool and decided that he wasn't going to be able to fight it all night. His stool erupted into his diapers, and was spread out across his bottom as the nurse had pulled them tight around him. He grimaced from the feel of the warm mess now soiling his diaper. He found it hard to break his training not to 'go' in bed, but to be a big boy and use the bathroom. He realised that he had to pass water as well as his bladder was full and painful. Since he'd messed his diapers anyway, he thought there was no need to be more uncomfortable than he was, and released his urine. He felt it spreading over his tummy and running down his sides as the cloth soaked it up. As he laid there, confined and babied, his spirit was slowly being broken, as was the intention.

The nurse came back later to give him the promised drink. She opened the side of the crib and lowered it, removed the pacifier from his mouth and gave it to him from a large baby bottle. David was thirsty and sucked at it hard until it had all gone. "Thank you!" David said and smiled at her. She smiled back, wondering if he's still be smiling after his procedure the next morning or if the governor got hold of him. Later, he felt and heard his tummy gurgle and he started to get cramps as the castor oil worked through him. A nurse came during the night to give him a final drink as he was fighting it. The day nurse had told her about David and she too felt that he shouldn't be there. She lent close to him and whispered, "Don't fight it, David, you'll just make yourself miserable. You've got to let it out sooner or later, so it may as well be now." She gently rubbed David's tummy in a circular motion to encourage him to let it go. He did as the wet mess poured out of him, making his diapers slimy and nasty. She gave him his drink, again from a bottle, and David was again thirsty. Knowing where much of that water would end up, he still drank it down eagerly. When he'd finished, he thanked her for her kindness. He asked her about the other two. "They have been so bad, they're not being given any water. if I removed the gags to give them any, they'd probably spit it at me, or curse and swear. They're being taught a lesson!" She placed the pacifier back in his mouth, stroked his head and kissed him, "Good night, David. Do try to get some sleep."

To his surprise, he did sleep, even though he was woken up twice more by the castor oil as it forced him to empty himself into his diapers. The next morning, he was woken my the sun streaming through the window and 'his' nurse coming into the room, wearing the rubber boots and white rubber apron with gloves again, along with two men who were built like gorillas. The other boy was released from his crib, still firmly gagged, and held by the men in the shower in the corner while the nurse pulled off his rubber pants and removed his very soiled diapers. She washed his diaper area clean, dried him, pilled a pair of the red rubber pants up his legs and in place around his hips, and then went with the men as they frog-marched the struggling boy through a door into the next room. They came back some time later and the girl, like the boy and David, naked apart from her rubber pants and the electronic tag around her ankle, was lifted from the bed and held in the shower while she too was cleaned up and placed in pink rubber pants. She was also frog-marched, fighting and struggling next door. After a while, they came back and the nurse told them to go. "What about him?" one of them asked. "David will be no trouble, I promise," she said. "You're sure?" asked the other. "Positive, isn't that right, David?" she said, turning to him as she spoke. "I won't give you any trouble. You'll do what you want with me and fighting you is only going to hurt me and make you mad." The first one asked, "What the hell's a nice kid like him doing here?" The nurse replied, "His parents died and there was nowhere else to send him." "Poor kid," the first said.

With that, they left, allowing the nurse to open the crib. Next she untied the pacifier and removed it from his mouth and then she unfastened the restraints and helped David over to the shower. He waddled a bit as he walked over to the shower as his wet and soiled diapers were hanging down under their weight. As he stood in the shower, she playfully rubbed his bottom through the rubber pants spreading the mess around even more. She slid them down his ankles as he stepped out of them. She unpinned his diapers which were even messier than the boy and the girl as he'd had all that water to drink which had helped to wash his bowels through overnight. After she'd dried him, she pulled up a pair of the red rubber pants around his bottom. The smooth rubber felt strange against his skin and he put his hand down to feel the rubber. The nurse moved his hand away and rubber her hand over his tummy. David smiled because they felt strange and nice. She stood up, and took him by the hand to lead him next door. When he got next door, he was surprised to see something which looked like an operating room. Matron was standing by the door. "And who is this, nurse?" "This is David matron. His parents were killed in a car crash and there was no where else for him to be sent." the nurse answered. "He looks a good boy. Are you a good boy, David?" "I try to be, ma'am. My parents brought me up to try to be the best person I can be." "Have you ever been in trouble with the police?" "No, ma'am," the horrified David replied, "I wouldn't do anything like that!" "Well, David, I'm sorry you got sent here, but, as you are here, we'll have to follow procedures. You are not fighting or struggling. Why?" My dad told me to stand up straight, face whatever happens and to make the best of things, ma'am." "You're a brave boy, David. We'll do you first. Come with me." David followed matron to a special trolley. The other two were already strapped to similar trolleys.

The trolleys had a blue fiberglass molding on them. There was a hollow for the body and arms, a section for the head and the legs fitted in troughs which spread them up and apart, leaving the bottom exposed. There were straps to hold the person down. David's rubber pants were lowered, and, having checked that he's not wet himself, they were taken off. he was helped up onto the trolley and laid back in the molding which fitted him well. He wondered if they came in different sizes. If he'd known, they were based on the cradle to hold a small bay still while it is being circumcised. Matron took a large pacifier with a hole in the middle of it. She held it out to David who put it in his mouth while the nurse fastened it behind his head. Matron held out a big red rubber mask. "David, I'm going to put this on your face, then you'll be strapped down. You'll get some gas through the mask which will make you sleepy. When you wake up, it will all be over." David wanted to ask what would be over, but the pacifier in his mouth intentionally stopped him from speaking.

Matron put the mask over David's face while the nurse fastened the mask down to the straps. David was no very frightened as the mask covered his mouth, nose and even his eyes, and was hissing form oxygen passing through it. The mask held his head down firmly as well as smelling funny form the gases which had been through it. As soon as the mask was on his face, the matron and nurse proceeded to strap David down so he couldn't move at all. Before he became too frightened, the matron turned the ether on and David coughed as the cloying vapors caught in his throat. The first smell of the ether caused him to try to hold his breath, but the matron, wise to such tricks, was busy squeezing the rubber reservoir bag to force David to breath the gas. Soon David went limp as the anesthetic did its work. Matron turned to the nurse, "You can inject him with local anaesthetic so he isn't in pain when he wakes. I wish we didn't have to do this to him, but we'd better get on with it." The nurse drew up some Marcain long acting local anesthetic either side of his penis and around his scrotum. The other boy was watching wide eyed as these preparations were made. he also struggled against the straps which held him down, trying to get free.

Matron took a heated towel which she placed on David's scrotum. The nurse picked up an elastrator, fitting two rubber bands on the prongs. She took a syringe filled with lubricating gel, inserting the tip into David's urethra, then depressing the plunger to fill his urethra with the lubricant. She picked up a sound and tested it to measure the size of David's urethra. after several attempts, she found the correct size. Matron opened a sealed packet of the same size as the dilator and the nurse, who was wearing sterile gloves, took the special bougie from the pack. This she inserted into David's urethra, advancing it slowly until then end popped out through his prostate. Taking the threads attached to the bougie and running through the center of the device to introduce it into the urethra, she pulled back hard as the prongs on the bougie pulled back and dug into his prostate, blocking the sphincter muscle wide open, so leaving David permanently incontinent of urine. Next she inserted a smaller diameter rigid metal catheter through into his bladder. The external end of the catheter was wider than the catheter itself so that it rested against the tip of his penis. Matron then took David's flaccid penis and pulled it to stretch it as far as possible. She released it as the nurse placed the expanded prongs of the elastrator as matron stretched his penis again. The nurse released the rubber rings which sprang around his penis, digging so tightly into it that the blood supply was cut off as the blood vessels were crushed by the tight bands. The bands gripped the catheter to hold it in place. The other boy and the girl looked on with eyes staring. The boy started shaking as he guessed that he would soon be subjected to the same treatment. Close, but not quite right.

Matron removed the hot towel and pulled on David's scrotum which was not much freer as it had been heated. Meanwhile the nurse was fitting two more bands on the elastrator, opening the prongs which she pressed against the skin around David's scrotum. Matron pulled his scrotum back, pulling and stretching really hard. The nurse released the bands to snap around his scrotum, crushing the vas deferens and blood vessels alike. Matron released his scrotum which sprang back into his body so far that the rubber bands could not be seen. "That'll be a nice tight castration!" was Matron's comment. The ether was turned off, leaving the oxygen to bring David round. David was released from the straps, diapered and a pair of red rubber pants pulled on him. He was lifted off the mold which had held him secure and placed on a gurney on his side to be wheeled through into the hospital section for his recovery.

The two now turned their attention to the other boy, strapped down and firmly gagged. Matron placed a hot towel across his scrotum to warm it up as the nurse fed the bands onto the elastrator. The boy started to struggle even more as he realised that he was not going to get the benefit of the anesthetic. His penis was lubricated and the bougie passed. The pain wasn't too bad until the barbs were pulled into his prostate. Catheterisation wasn't painful, but the sudden bite as the rings from the elastrator bit into his penis, cutting off the circulation. Even more painful, with a pain which wouldn't go away, was the pain from the tight bands around his scrotum after Matron had stretched it and the nurse had slipped the bands around it. The pain was excruciating as the boy writhed from it. He was left in the mold which held him down. but was also heavily diapered and the red rubber pants put on.

Matron turned to the girl. "I bet you wonder what we're going to do to you after that! You'll soon find out! We didn't use anesthetic on him to teach him what happens if he fights us and doesn't do as he's told." The girl was wheeled out of the room, still strapped to the mold. She was taken into what looked like an X-ray room. The nurse injected her with a special dye which concentrated in her ovaries. A plain film X-ray was taken after a wait for the dye to circulate to locate her ovaries. The X-ray machine was then focussed on each ovary in turn which was irradiated with hard X-rays. Matron smiled at the girl, "The dye collected in your ovaries making the effect of the X-rays much more concentrated. What we've done is to 'cook' your ovaries so you're now sterile and actually post menopausal since they won't be making any female hormone. You're as sterile as the boys are!" At this, the girl burst into tears.

David was in a crib in the hospital section tied to the crib at feet and wrists to prevent him interfering with the rubber bands just in case they came off too soon and he started bleeding. When he woke, he was nauseous from the ether, but not in pain as the local anesthetic was very effective. The other boy, however, was writhing from the intense pain he was suffering. Even that passed as the nerves dies from lack of blood. Eventually the scrotum and penis turned black from dry gangrene and dropped off, taking the catheter with it. At this point, they were released and sent to their assigned work places. The other boy was sent to the farm and slept in a dormitory there. David, his voice still treble and his body hairless, was being kept by Mr Falconer for the Governor, so he had a collar pout around his neck to mark that he was reserved and was to be left alone by the full males on the estate. He was assigned to the laundry where all the diapers and rubber pants were washed. His job was to hang up the rubber pants to dry to keep his hands soft and his skin white from working indoors. He slept in the same dormitory as the nurses who worked in the hospital wing since he was gelded and took no interest in their, also neutered bodies. He was changed every morning on waking, lunchtime and just before bed in thick diapers. The rubber pants made sure that he had no leaks. The nurses had been told that he was to be specially creamed to prevent diaper rash. The nurses took turns to change him as the only former male, and they changed each other and the other girls there who worked in the laundry. David was the only male there. Each night, there was a schedule of suppositories, castor oil or Epsom Salts to cause their diapers to be filled overnight so they were only wet during the day. David was made a fuss of as they all liked him for his quiet acceptance of all that happened and his politeness. He'd learnt by now how to sleep through his night-time soiling as the laxatives or suppositories cleaned him out each night. He leaked urine constantly because of the bougie in his bladder and wearing his wet diapers and rubber pants was something he didn't even think about these days.

The food there was bland, but filling. However David was given special food which made him more Rubenesque to please the Governor when his time came. The Governor liked them with smooth well rounded bottoms. He was in the middle of reelection so David was spared his initiation in to his subservient role. Once the Governor had pleasured himself enough with a new young boy and had got bored with him, he'd whip the boy to scar his back so no-one else would want him that way again.

One day, 'his' nurse received her instructions from Matron. David was to go to the hospital wing to be prepared for his first meeting with the Governor the next day. The nurse didn't say anything, but just looked at the Matron. Matron nodded, "He deserves better than this, poor kid." She looked at the nurse, "I must have left my bag with its mobile phone in somewhere. If you see it, bring it to me." With that, she winked at her, and went about her duties.

The nurse went to Matron's office where her bag, with her mobile phone beside it, were on her desk with David's folder open at the phone number of his social worker who had brought him to Dotheboys Hall. Quickly, before anyone else could stop her, she shut the door and phoned the number. Thankfully, she got straight through, telling her all that was going on and what was to happen to David the next day. The social worker promised to do something about it. The nurse rang off, wiped the phone clean of finger prints and returned David's file to the filing cabinet. Later, Matron saw her and asked if she'd found her bag for her. "It's on the desk in your room, Matron. I also put David's file away for you." "Well done, nurse," said Matron with a smile.

Meanwhile the social worker had rung the judge who had send David there, hoping that he wasn't 'in' on it all as well, but not knowing who else to turn to. The judge arranged to see her immediately and listened while she told him of the phone call. The judge looked shocked. "There is an old law which has been overlooked in this state which allows the gelding of troublesome children who will not respond to any other persuasion. It is intended as a last resort with two effects: the child cannot breed, thus stopping them producing more of the same ilk and also the castration process calms the boys down and makes them much less aggressive. However, it was never intended that boys like David should be so treated, and, as for the rest, well, quite frankly I'm horrified. My reluctance to send him there was on the basis that the regime was hard with physical work on the farm there, but I never imagined anything like this. Let me make phone call. I have some favors I can call in." The judge made his call and , after speaking for a while, handed the phone to the social worker. "Don't worry who you're talking to, just tell him about the phone call and answer any questions." The social worker was handed the phone and did as she was instructed. She was asked to hand the phone back to the judge who spoke for a little while longer. He turned to her, "That was the head of the FBI - I have friends in very high places and you came to the right person. Thank you for trusting me. The FBI have been concerned about our Governor for some time, but have never been able to gather enough against him: you have given them the chance to do just that. Be here at 11 o'clock tomorrow and you can come with us to rescue David. I promise you that all the children at the home will be investigated for any more injustices."

Meanwhile, David had been taken from the laundry and was in a crib in the hospital ward. He had been given a large dose of castor oil during the daytime and was filling his diapers in a most spectacular fashion as he was plied with bottles of water to keep him from dehydrating. He spent a thoroughly messy day, being only changed as usual. That night, he was given a dose of Epsom Salts as well, but he was nearly empty, so just fluid flooded out of him overnight. David was told that he wasn't allowed to eat until the next evening, but could drink as much as he liked. Nurse kept giving him bottles to drink from and cuddled him close to her as she did so: David liked that. She was kind to him - the kindest of all those around him. The next morning, after he'd been showered clean, he was given an enema of hot soapy water. The nurse put extra thick diapers on him after putting a rubber tube up his bottom. She pulled on the red rubber pants over the top so that the tube stuck out of the back of the rubber pants. Next she got him to stand out of the crib as she removed the sheets leaving the rubber covered mattress on which she spread two opened diapers where his bottom would be so soak up any leakage. Finally, she got him to step into a pair of red rubber bloomers which bit into his thighs and his chest as they covered the rubber pants. Getting him to lie on his side, she connected the rubber tube to the tube form the enema bag and slowly started to run the hot soapy water into David's bottom. Every time he cramped, she stopped and rubbed his tummy through his rubber pants and diapers. When the bag was empty, David was amazed at just how bloated his tummy was with all that water. "Try to hold it for as long as possible, please, David." David would normally have had a butt plug inserted had he been one of the others, but the nurse knew he'd cooperate both because he was a good obedient boy and because he'd do as she asked. After a while, David couldn't hold back any more and the hot soapy water flooded out, filling his diapers and rubber pants to near capacity. It was basically just the water she'd put into him as the laxatives had already emptied him out. When she was sure he'd finished, she led him to the shower, holding up his rubber pants from behind as he walked because his diapers were so full and heavy. After she'd showered him clean, she applied scented cream all over his body so he smelled really nice and his skin was smooth. She wrapped a towel around his waist to catch leaks and led him back to his bed which had been remade by another nurse with a rubber drawsheet and a pile of diapers for him to lie on as he wasn't to be re-diapered to avoid elastic marks on his legs and waist. the Governor didn't like that! He was told to lie on his front on the diaper and to stay like that.

At about 2pm, 'his' nurse wheeled in a trolley with another blue fiberglass molding on it. David saw it coming and wondered what would be done to him this time. A pacifier with a hole in it was placed in David's mouth and a rubber hood rolled back over his head, holding it in place with his jaw clamped by the tight hood around the pacifier so he could not cry out. She lifted onto the molding with the help of another nurse and placed him face down. There was a padded section for around his face and a hole through which his face poked. His arms were placed in slots either side as if he was being crucified and his legs fitted into slots so that they were led apart and down, exposing his bottom at the end of the trolley. There was an arrangement under David's front to catch any urine and divert it to a collector. He was strapped down, lying there quietly knowing that struggling was no use anyway. His nurse gave him an injection just below the surface of his arm of a drug to calm him down. Shortly, to his surprise, he found himself drifting off to sleep.

He woke as he was wheeled into another room, the brakes applied and he was left there, alone. The door shot behind him, leaving him wondering what terrible thing would befall him next. Some time later, he felt a cold draught across his bare bottom as the door opened. The door shut again, and a voice said, "What a pretty rounded bottom! So strokeable! So desirable!" David felt his bottom stroked and caressed. The man, for that was what the voice indicated it was, became silent. Suddenly he felt something pressing hard against his back passage and then he would have screamed in pain as his backside was violated by the Governor's large erect penis. "Oh you're such a pretty boy. I'm going to enjoy you for some time!" The Governor started to rape him, thrusting his penis in and out of David's now bleeding anal sphincter. The pain was excruciating, but David was strapped down so tightly that he couldn't move. The Governor was so busy pleasuring himself that he didn't hear the sound outside. Suddenly the door burst open and a SWAT squad surrounded him with their weapons pointed at him. The leader yelled for him to stand still and not to move. A photographer came in and proceeded to walk round the Governor, taking pictures of him in that most compromising position. The judge came in with the social worker and the nurse. The judge spoke to the SWAT team, "We've enough evidence. Take him away." The Governor was handcuffed and led away. "Release him, please," the judge asked the nurse as, when the SWAT team had arrived in their helicopters, she'd met them, calling out, "Follow me!" so that they could rescue David as quickly as possible. David was released and wrapped in a blanket. The judge picked him up in his arms as David flopped, fainted from the pain and damage cause him, to carry him out to one of the helicopters for him to be flown straight to hospital. He turned to the nurse, "Come with him. He trusts you. I've heard from the social worker that you have put yourself at severe risk to contact us to rescue him."

David woke later in the hospital with the nurse sitting beside him, crying. "You're safe now, David, You'll never go back to that terrible place ever again." "So why are you crying?" David asked. "I'm just so sorry that I couldn't stop all this happening to you in the first place." The judge came in with the doctor, Jane and her foster parents. Jane came running over to hug her brother as they both cried for joy at being reunited again. The judge spoke first, "As you are now no longer 'male' because of your castration and penectomy, Jane's foster parents are able to look after you as well, so you can go to stay with Jane and them when you leave here. Would you like that?" "Oh, yes please!" replied David. After a while of friendly talk between David, Jane and the foster parents, the judge and doctor asked them to leave as they needed to speak to David. The doctor said, "David, there are some problems I need to tell you about. First of all, you are permanently incontinent of urine. The device placed in your bladder damaged your bladder muscles so much and your bladder shrank as well, that, even with the device removed, you will still leak all the time and need to wear diapers. Secondly your rape by the Governor severely damaged your sphincter muscle around your back passage and, again, even with surgical repair, I think you'll leak from there to. I suggest that you let me do further surgery to move the hole you pass water from to between your legs like a girl instead of where it is now - it would be better for you. If we're doing that, I would tidy you up down there to make a nice smooth scar which would look better. I wonder whether you would consider being brought up as a girl. We can give you hormones to cause you to develop breasts like a woman. You would never be a woman, of course, but you'd be happier I think as a female rather than as a castrated male. It would make it easier to stay at your foster parents as well. people might talk otherwise. What do you think?" "So I'm Davina now!" Davina said with a laugh, "Yes, that's fine by me." The judge said, "Then we'll arrange for that. I will approve the surgery and you will get counselling to help you. In addition, the state is going to be paying you a great deal of compensation for the way you were treated. I've already set that in motion for you to get that." Turning to the nurse, "By the way, I haven't forgotten about you! You are to stay here, if you like, in this hospital, to stay in the nurses' home here and to be trained as a full nurse. I know what you risked to help David, I mean Davina, here and you were in the same situation as him - an orphan who had done nothing wrong." She burst into tears, thanking the doctor and the judge and hugs Davina for joy.

So all ended happily ever after? Davina had her surgery and the hormone treatments were started. She went to join her sister, but did need to be in diapers all the time. She preferred the cloth diapers and rubber pants rather than disposables, and preferred the pink rubber pants, unsurprisingly. Her foster parents dosed her with laxatives from time to time to keep her clean during the day. Jane was reunited with her now sister and the nurse was being properly trained to do good rather than harm. So what didn't end happily ever after? The Governor, Mr Falconer and his staff all ended up in prison, with Matron being given a very short sentence for her role in the conspiracy but with her helping the nurse to end the nightmare being taken into consideration. The Governor, with his smooth skin and good looks, ended up receiving the same sort of treatment in prison that he'd meted out to David. He couldn't shower without the other prisoners using him for their pleasure. He ended up killing himself, which seemed a fitting end. Dotheboys Hall was kept as a corrective institute, but run on humane grounds and the castration ended.

Davina has grown into a very happy young 'lady', so perhaps 'all's well that ends well"'