Alice (Repost)

by BryanDoug

"Alice, you come right down here immediately! Your friend Millie is here to see you."

Alan trembled at the thought. Millie was the last person on earth he wanted to see, especially like THIS. But the poor child knew full well what would be the consequences of disobedience. That sort of thing had gotten him into this "fix" in the first place. There was no putting off complying with his mother's command, of that he had no doubt.

He looked into the full-length mirror in the upstairs hall while passing. Even after three weeks he still was not used to his reflection. A pretty little 12 year old girl in a pink party dress looked back� and yet he knew, or thought that he knew, that he was really a 15 year old boy. A bit small for his age, perhaps, but a boy, nonetheless.

For the last three weeks the women of the house had been determined to make him forget that. It was becoming ever clearer to him that this was not just a short punishment, but a concerted plan to change his status permanently. OK, so he had been a bit of a brat, but� this? He tried to smooth the full skirt down before descending the stairs. The damn frock was too short. What with all those petticoats, the lace on his panties was in view if he bent over in the slightest� and that exposure resulted in an instant swat on his nylon covered bottom. What with all that spanking and those humiliating injections, his bottom seemed always tender of late. Those short dresses gave the women of the house easy access to his ever more girlish rear.

Alan really tried to descend the stairs like a lady. He felt that he might as well try his best not to look too ridiculous before Millie. With every step he took his petticoats and skirt ballooned up, so he had to resort to keeping his wrists close to his side to keep his skirts down. Millie could not help but notice his futile attempts to conceal the expanse of lacy petticoats and smiled.

"Hi ALICE!" She could hardly keep the delight out of her voice. "Your new dress is very pretty. You look just lovely. I can see why your mother thought that you would be better in skirts. They definitely suit you."

Each word was like a new assault on his ever-diminishing masculinity. "You never were much of a boy anyway, I like you ever so much more as a girl."

And with that she took him by the hand and led him out to the garden. There wasn't any point in trying to resist. Millie, at 15, was already 5'8" tall and 130 pounds and had a ripe figure in contrast with his childish one. She outweighed him by an easy 20 pounds and in her heels was at least 6 inches taller than he was. In her slim skirt, heels and crisp cotton blouse she looked very mature for her age in stark contrast to his puerile outfit. As he was reluctantly pulled along, he had an opportunity to get a good look at his full rounded curves and caught himself wondering what it felt like to have such full breasts and a rounded bottom.

It was well for him that he did not know that he would find out, first hand, soon enough.

Millie led him to the swings and fussed with his dress till she was satisfied that he was properly ensconced on his swing. She took the next one, casually revealing a good deal of thigh and lace trimmed panty in the process. The message was not lost on Alan. Why should she care? There were obviously no boys around.

"Sweetie, your mother told me ALL about you." She gushed in obvious delight. "You are going to just love being a girl, and I am going to have such fun teaching you� in fact, I bet that Harriet, Robin, and Lillian will hardly be able to wait to see you once I tell them ALL about you"

"ALL about me?"

"Why Alice� oh I do love your new name...it's just perfect! You are going to make a lovely girl. Besides, I understand that you have had a visit to the doctor�" She giggled.

"But she said that she would not tell" he whimpered. "Oh Millie, how could she have let them do this to me?"

"Sweetie, it really is for the best, you know. Besides, it is far too late to change back again, from what she told me." At least she sounded sympathetic and was not making fun of him.

"Look" she said, jumping off her swing and taking hold of his hands in hers. "We are going to be the best of friends. You will love the pajama parties and the shopping� oh that's the most fun� and wait till you discover boys� or they discover you" she teased.

A gust of August wind suddenly blew up the boy's skirt and petticoat. Millie's inspection of his pretty pink panties was obvious. You could not blame her curiosity. Alan blushed from his toes to his hair.

Millie covered her mouth with her hand trying to conceal her laughter. She knew that he was terribly embarrassed. In spite of that she could not stifle the involuntary exclamation "It really is true!!"

Alan fixed his gaze on an ant traversing the sand in front of his swing. There was no denying the obvious. He would not even be out of place in a bikini at a pool party. The doctor had seen to that!

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He thought back to that awful day when his mother took him to the doctor. The previous week, when his mother announced that she was taking him to the doctor, he had assumed it would be the same one that she had always taken him to. But it was not. Instead, it was hers. He had been there once before with her when she had made her own appointment earlier on the same day that his own had been on, so this time he didn't give it much thought, thinking that they was here again for her appointment.

Shortly after they had arrived, his mother's Doctor came out of her office, along with two of the nurses. As his mother went with the Doctor, one of the nurses turned to Alan and said, "Come with us, young lady." As Alan wondered why they were addressing him as "young lady," the nurses led him by the arm to one of the exam/operating rooms and led him in. As one the nurses closed the door and stood in front of it, the other told him "Now, young lady, take all of your clothing off and climb up on the table so that we can prep you."

Alan looked around the room, seeking some way out. Not finding one, and fearing that the nurses would remove his clothes if he didn't, he slowly removed his clothing, starting with his shirt. When only his undershorts remained, he looked again at the nurses. Seeing a look of impatience in their faces, he slowly eased off the shorts, then stood naked, his hands covering his groin. The nurse nearest him again said, "Now climb up on the table."

Reluctantly, he climbed up on the table, with a nurse guiding him, so that his hips were just in from the edge of the table and his legs resting in the stirrups. Once he was positioned, the nurses used the straps attached to the table and stirrups to strap him in place. Once strapped down, one of the nurses placed a pillow under his head so that he could see his crotch clearly, then took out a leather gag and shoved it into his mouth, securing the straps behind his head.

As Alan lay on the table, frightened, bound, and gagged, trying to comprehend the situation he found himself in, the nurses continued to prep him for what was to come. While one of them placed surgical instruments on the cart beside him, the other shaved off all the hair on his crotch with a straight razor, then rinsed off the area with alcohol several times.

As the nurses were finishing their preparations, Alan's mother and her doctor walked into the room. Seeing the fear and apprehension in his face, his mother walked up to the table and placed her hand on his bare shoulder, then spoke gently, trying to comfort him. "There, there, now son, don't be afraid, the doctor's not going to hurt you. She's just going to remove those nasty things that you won't need as you start over. And once they're gone the changes ahead will be much easier."

The doctor took Alan's penis in her hand and gently started to stroke it. Despite his fear and apprehension, Alan was soon fully erect, his foreskin stretched tightly over the cockhead. Then the doctor picked up a catheter from the cart and inserted it through the small opening in Alan's foreskin into his urethra. She continued to gently push the catheter in until Alan felt it deep inside him and only a few inches remained visible.

As his mother continued to talk softly to him, the doctor continued her preparations. With the catheter in place, she picked up a syringe and injected part of its contents into his crotch at the base of his penis. She waited a couple of minutes, then injected some more of its contents into each of his testicles. Alan felt his crotch go numb, and as it did, his penis again became flaccid.

The doctor waited for the local anesthetic to take hold, then picked up a scalpel. As Alan watched in disbelief, she cut into his scrotum where it joined his penis, slowly cutting around in a circle until she had severed it from him. As she slowly slid the severed scrotum away, Alan could see the cords that still attached his testicles to him. With the cords now exposed, the doctor picked up a suture and sutured the left cord just below his penis. After completing the suturing of his left cord, the doctor repeated the process for the right cord, then sutured each cord a second time.

With each cord now sutured twice, Alan was castrated, but the doctor was not yet finished. She picked up the scalpel, and again starting with his left cord, severed each cord just below the second suture. Alan looked on as the doctor picked what had been his scrotum and placed it in a jar containing a clear fluid. Offhandedly she said "That'll keep 'um."

Alan now waited for doctor to sew the opening below his penis closed, but she made no move to do so. Instead she picked up the scalpel again, and Alan realized that she was going to cut off his penis. He tried to scream through the gag. It was bad enough that she had removed his testicles, but now she was going to remove his penis. As he watched in total shock and disbelief, the doctor slowly cut into the base of his penis with a series of semi-circular arcs, each slightly deeper than the last, until she had completely severed his penis. She slid the severed penis down and off the catheter, then placed it in the jar containing his severed scrotum and testicles. The doctor handed the jar to Alan's mother, commenting, "Keep this as a reminder of the boy you used to have and girl he is to become."

The doctor picked up the scalpel once more and made a small opening below where his scrotum had been, then ran the catheter through the new opening. She then picked up another suture and anchored the end of his urethra to the new opening. Working with additional sutures, she closed the openings where Alan's burgeoning manhood had been.

With Alan's emasculation now complete, she applied a large white bandage to his barren crotch, then picked another syringe. She gave him a shot in the buttocks, then turned to Alan's mother and said "That will get her started, but I think she needs to sleep now." She gave Alan a shot in the arm, and he fell asleep, still gagged and strapped to the table, but the ordeal was now over.

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Now, suddenly the tears began to flow. For a month he had tried to be brave, but now, the full significance of the changes that had taken place hit him.

Millie took him in her arms like a baby and brought him over to a garden bench. She held him on her lap like a child as his sobs continued. "There, there, sweet, things will be fine, I know you will soon get used to it, and then you will love being a girl, You'll see." She stroked his hair, which was longish for a boy, but looked quite in place for a young girl. It was so soft� wasted on a boy.

"Do you really think that I will get to like it?" he whimpered.

"Sweetie, you will be a lovely girl, we all will help you."

The last, rather than comforting him, only increased his sobbing. Finally, in exasperation, Millie remembered her mother's way of stopping such petulant crying.

"If you don't stop crying this very moment, I will give you something to cry about"

And so it was, as his mother came out into the garden, that she found him lying on Millie's lap with his skirts and petticoats up exposing his cute bottom with its unmistakable signs of a recent spanking. Even more amazing was the beatific smile on his face as Millie gently massaged his tender posterior.

"Yes, the die is cast now. Alice is with us to stay," she thought. "I suppose we ought to be making arrangements to transfer him to St Mary's for the fall term"

It was almost as if she had prearranged it. As she walked closer she could hear Millie saying "Now Alice, you really should be in St Mary's with me in the fall. I could walk you to school every day. Won't you like that?" His reply was so soft that his mother could not make it out, but apparently Millie was satisfied because she continued. "You are still a bit too little to go to class with me in the 10th grade. If I were your mother I would enroll you in the middle school. You are about the size of the other girls in the 8th grade"

"Makes good sense," his mother thought, "and considering his awful academic high school record it would not hurt to have him repeat those subjects. Besides, he has a lot of time to make up in learning how to be a girl."

"Millie, what a wonderful idea! How would you like to come with me to the mall. Alice is going to need a new fall wardrobe for school. I know that SHE will love having you help pick it out"

Alan began to whimper again. He remembered the last shopping trip, only two days ago when they bought him the dress he was now wearing. He knew that the next one would be a repeat of the last. Not only had his mother made the clerks aware of his status, but he was treated like a not too bright pre-teen miss who had to have all her decisions made for her. They talked about him as if he wasn't even there. It was all he could do to keep from crying when his mother casually told the pretty young salesgirl ALL about him before the girl propelled him into the changing rooms to try on the dress. If the try-ons were embarrassing, having to stand quietly while the salesgirl buttoned up the back of his dress and adjusted his petticoats, if anything, modeling it had been worse. It seemed that every one of the store staff just had to "help" in the sale.

He would never forget her saying, "He looks just darling, don't you think? He will wear it home."

And so he did, though not without the further embarrassment of stopping for tea at a local restaurant frequented by his mother, where he was introduced to the mysteries of the powder room. He had been sitting at the table with growing discomfort. The three glasses of water his mother had him drink did not diminish it either. In retrospect he realized that she had intended this all along. He had begged her to go home, but she merely acted surprised. "Darling, we can take care of that little problem easily." She had motioned to the waitress, a trim young woman in her early twenties, "Could you take little Alice to 'freshen up'?"

The waitress had taken him by the hand and led him nearly the whole length of the restaurant, his short petticoats rustling and giving amused matrons a view of his new undies. The waitress had left him in front of a door with a stylized silhouette picture of a woman in a wide skirt. He could not deny that this was the right place for him now. The worst part was that it was so ordinary. No one gave him a second glance as he entered the booth and relieved himself. Since his visit to the doctor he no longer could stand to void. The mass of petticoats presented a bit of a problem, but that too was solved. He remembered being concerned that he might not get them to hang properly after, then being ashamed at the thought.

As he returned to the table he saw his mother's satisfied expression and knew that things would never be the same again for him.

FIN