In the UK, the decision had been taken to not only castrate the 13 year olds, but also to emasculate them completely in the hope that this would make it easier to accept since they did not have their penis as a constant reminder of what they had lost. Special guarded camps were set up for the surgery and boys would be bussed from school one day without prior warning to avoid the tearful scenes as some mothers tried to claim their sons were sick or even attempted to hide them. This was reduced by passing a law stating that any sons concealed would automatically be emasculated whether or not they were of good breeding stock. Mothers realised they some chance was better than no chance at all. The bus would come to take two classes - about thirty boys - from a school and then go elsewhere before returning some weeks or months later to complete that school. The idea was that parents had no way of telling when their sons would be done.

Jason and Paul were at school one day when they saw a single deck bus with barred windows draw up outside the school immediately after break time. They knew the significance of the bus as they had seen friends taken away earlier in the year and were hoping that it was not for them that the bus had come. Two female armed guards were joined by the driver, also armed with stun weapons in case any boy tried to make a run for it, and they entered the school. The door to their classroom was opened and the driver spoke to the teacher, "All your boys to the bus, please." One of the armed guards had gone to stand outside another classroom to make sure that the boys there remained until collected. The boys were told to leave everything in bags which the teacher was handing round for them to put their belongings in, reminding them to put their name legibly on the label which tied the mouth of the bag. They were marched out to the bus, leaving their bags by the door of the classroom. Once all the boys were seated in the bus from both classrooms, they were told to put on the seat belt harnesses which locked into place to restrain them. The Driver spoke to them, saying that their families were being informed by courier that they would be going to the surgical camp, and they were not to worry. The boys were also told that, if they needed the toilet, they were to call a guard and their needs would be dealt with. Having finished her standard spiel, the driver started the bus and set off on the thirty mile journey to the nearest facility. Of course, as any teacher knows, put school children in a boy and at least one of them will be sick. One of the guards, attuned to signs of distress, was already holding a vomit bag under the chin of the boy concerned before he actually started vomiting. One boy also is always guaranteed to have a weak bladder and need the bus to stop frequently, and this coach load was no exception. The boy wished he could have held it, and his example made others cross their legs and just try to hang on, as the guard came to him, unzipped his trousers and held a urinal for him to use, in front of all the other boys who were, in fact, looking away, hoping that they would manage not to suffer that indignity.

They looked out of the windows as thy arrived at the camp which had barbed wire around the perimeter and was guarded by women with fierce looking Alsatians walking between the inner and outer perimeters. The first gate was opened and the bus drove through, stopping at the second gate while the first was shut. The second gate was opened and the bus drove through to a barrack type building where the bus stopped. meanwhile the second gate was closed and locked. The driver released the lock on the seat belts and stood up. "Leave the bus from the front row, one row at a time, no pushing, and walk into the building. If you need the toilets, then use them on your way in and then go and sit down in the hall just past the toilets." Jason and Paul, who had been sitting together on the bus and discussing fearfully what would happen to them, rose and left with the others as the bus emptied orderly.

Most boys decided to make use of the toilets just in case they had problems later, then went to sit in the hall. The camp director was sitting at a desk at the front of the hall. When all the boys were seated and the doors closed, she stood to address them. "You all know why you're here, I would think. The law states that, after your 13th and before your 14th birthday, you attend one of these surgical centres. You will be assessed to see if you are genetically suitable to be allowed to have children. Some of those of you who are will be circumcised to show that you are an acceptable male and the rest, including some suitable for breeding, but surplus to the country's requirements, will be emasculated. That means your testes, scrotum and penis will be removed and your urethra, the tube you pass urine through, will be move to between your legs so you will need to sit down to pass urine. All of you will go into surgery and you will no know the outcome until you wake up afterwards. This has been decided as the best way to proceed. You will all be anxious, but we will give you medication to help with that. Tonight you will be given laxatives to empty you and tomorrow morning, sperm samples will be taken to test. A second sample will be taken in two days' time for further checking and then, after that, you will be taken to surgery during that day. It is now lunch time and you will find the serving hatch at the rear of this hall."

With that, she left them and, as the boys looked to the hatch, they realized that there were several nurses standing at the back of the room. The nurses shepherded the boys as they collected their meals which, unbeknown to them, contained tranquiliser drugs to reduce their anxiety. The government did this because it was necessary and did not want them to suffer unnecessary worry: the system was sufficiently anxiety causing as it was, but better than announcing in advance when they would be taken - that would have prolonged the uncertainty.

After lunch, the boys were shown an enclosed playground where they could play football or whatever. The nurses called some boys in for a medical examination, during which they were fitted with a leg tag which would alarm if they tried to escape. The usual measuring of weight, height, blood pressure and temperature were done, blood tests, as well as a physical examination to see if the boys' testes had descended. Those whose testes hadn't descended were taken to another barrack as their surgery would take place the next day.

Jason and Paul were called in together. they were both pronounced fit and healthy and they didn't need to be moved to another barrack as theirs had descended fully. They were then allowed out to run around and play again. All the boys were called in for tea when they noticed a couple of their fellows were no longer with them - the smaller boys who tended to stand to one side in the playground to avoid getting knocked over by the much more grown up lads. They discussed what had happened to them rather nervously, despite the medication in their food. After tea, the hall was cleared and indoor games set up for them - table tennis, pool, computer games and television.

Later, the boys were called a few at a time by the nurses to be got ready for bed. Jason and Paul were called together, so followed the nurses to a large bathroom where they were told to take off all their clothes and put them in bags so that they could have them back when they left the facility. The boys, a couple of others with Jason and Paul, all showered themselves and were handed thick fluffy towels to dry themselves on. They were told to wrap the towels around themselves and follow the nurses to the next room where there were four tables with padded tops. The boys were told to lie on the tables where they had their nappy region creamed and thick terry towelling nappies put around them. These were followed by large plastic pants. The boys, of course, complained that they were too big to need nappies, but the nurses told them that all the boys would be in nappies to avoid wet beds overnight and, anyway, they were to be given powerful laxatives to empty them out for their treatment the next morning. The boys still objected, but shut up when threatened with a spanking! Once the boys were in their thick terry towelling nappies, encased in their voluminous plastic pants, they were told to open their mouths as the nurses squirted a large does of bubble gum flavoured castor oil into their mouths, followed by a glass of orange juice to take the worst of the taste away - unfortunately unsuccessfully! They boys were then led into the dormitory where they discovered that they were to be put in cribs with a lockable top. Worse, as they were told to lie down, they had their wrists and ankles fastened inside soft cuffs to stop them taking off their nappies or playing with themselves overnight. Once each boy in the group was firmly fastened into their crib, the nurses pinched their noses until they opened their mouths as the nurses put a large rubber pacifier in their mouths and strapped it behind their heads to keep them quiet at night. The pacifiers were connected to a bottle of water so that the boys could suck on the pacifier and get a drink if they were thirsty.

Jason and Paul looked across at each other, locked in their cribs with the top in place. They guessed that they would look so much alike - the thick nappies covered by the clear plastic plats, the rest of them naked apart from the pacifier strapped in their mouths with the tubing connected to the water bottle. Once all the boys had been strapped down for the night, the nurses came round with air syringes to inject each boy with a dose of medication to further sedate them overnight, although the castor oil would surely wake them when it did its work.

The boys all slept until the castor oil woke them up one by one as they filled their nappies, wetting them at the same time. The castor oil also made them thirsty, so they drank, little realising that the castor oil would mean that most of the fluid would pass straight through them causing them even more liquid diarrhoea to fill their nappies. This was deliberate. yes, the boys needed to be cleaned out for the morning, but the nappies and being babied like that broke their will so they submitted to what was to come more readily.

In the morning, their nappies wet and very, very messy, they were taken out of their cribs a few at a time, still with their pacifiers strapped in their mouths, but with the water disconnected. The boys were led, as they waddled because of the bulk of the nappies between their legs, to the showers where they were told to remove their plastic pants and nappies and deposit them in the bins which the nurses brought round. They were watched as they showered to make sure that they were clean. As each boy finished and dried himself, he was led back to his crib and strapped down again, lying on an absorbent pad. When all the remaining boys had been treated likewise, the nurses came back and went from boy to boy forcing a vibrating butt plug into each of them as they laid spread-eagled in their cribs with their legs held apart. This produced some good erections from some of the boys, so a condom was rolled over their erect penises and a 'milking device' placed over the top. With the stimulation already happening from the butt plugs and the milking action, these boys were soon writhing as the squirted their semen into their condoms. Other boys received injections into the sides of their penises to help them to get a good erection. Once all the boys had ejaculated. The nurses came round to remove the butt plugs and the milking devices, then carefully unrolled the condom from each boy and placed it carefully in a labelled specimen jar, checking each boy's identity against the jar label, for the samples to be checked. Some boys had produced very little, and this was noted on the jar. Not only quality was required, but quantity too. Afterwards, all the boys were put back into thick nappies and plastic pants and the pacifiers connected to a sort of formula for them to feed from. Strapped down as they were, they were kept from trying to escape and were easier to deal with. The formula contained a mild tranquiliser, so the boys remained docile and quiet.

They stayed in their cribs for the whole day and the following day, being changed in the cribs. The next night, groups of four were taken to shower, put into really thick nappies, given a dose of castor oil and then strapped back again. The next morning, they were milked again. This time, the nurses noted the amount produced on a chart and then wrote a designation at the head of each crib. Those who were genetically suited for furtherance of the species, but who produced little sperm were included in the group for castration. Once the milking was finished, the nurses went round inserting urinary catheters in each boy. First a lubricant and local anaesthetic was squirted down the urethra while the nurse squeezed the tip of the boy's penis to hold it in to allow the anaesthetic to do its work. Then a silicone Foley catheter was inserted and the balloon inflated. Once urine had started to flow into a receiver dish, the catheter was connected to a 2 litre drainage bag hung by the side of the crib. The nurses then went round inserting a cannula into one arm of each boy and hanging up a bag of saline to keep them hydrated as they waited. Once the first six were ready, one nurse rang through and a team of theatre nurses, in masks and surgical greens came to take the first six to surgery. Jason and Paul were not in that first batch, so laid there, worried, despite the tranquilisers. about whether they would be lucky or unlucky in keeping their maleness.

In fact, they were in the last batch to go and were really worried as they laid there, pinned down in their cribs. The surgical nurses had been bringing back boys from surgery, covered with a sheet so the others could not see what had been done to them. The boys were wheeled through the door opposite the entrance to the dormitory and into a holding area. When their theatre was ready, they were wheeled in, still in the crib. Jason laid there, arms and legs spread apart by the cuffs which fastened him down. One of the nurses reached behind his head and unstrapped the pacifier. As he opened his mouth to let her pull it away, another nurse quickly held a green rubber mask over his face before he could speak or cry out. She spoke to him, "Take deep breathes and you'll go under quicker. Trust me, it's better to get it over with!" Jason held his breath at first as his final defiance against the system, but soon needed to take a big breath when his oxygen ran out. The nurse was used to this and squeezed the rubber bag as he breathed in, forcing more anaesthetic into his lungs. A second breath soon followed as the world started to spin around him as he became unconscious.

When he was fully asleep, the cuffs were released and he was lifted onto the operating table. A laryngeal mask airway was put down his throat to keep his airway open and he was connected back to the anaesthetic machine. The doctor looked at Jason's identity band along with the senior theatre nurse. She also checked the designation on the crib and on a separate list and asked the senior nurse to confirm that Jason was for the radical surgery. Once confirmed, with skill of long practice, she opened up his scrotum with her scalpel and, while one of the nurses applied traction to one of his testes with a pair of forceps to stretch the spermatic cord as far out from him as possible, the doctor reached inside him to tie off the spermatic cord and the blood vessels before severing the testis next to her ligature. The other one soon went the same way. With more care now, she dissected his penis, removing it all back to its root, cutting it carefully away from the catheter. Next she got one of the nurses to hold the catheter straight between his legs as she joined the urethra to the perineal skin with small neat sutures. The catheter now emerged not from the front of Jason's body, but between his legs just like a female. Finally, one of the nurses injected a large dose of female hormone into the iv. line while the doctor inserted hormone implants to feminise Jason under the skin of his arm. He was placed back in his crib, strapped down and then taken into recovery until the nurses were happy that he could be transferred back. The boys who had been done first and now woken, were getting pain relief through their iv. lines by syringe driver, so they were drowsy from the morphine. However, some were sufficiently aware to realise that not all the boys were being brought back to the dormitory. They could feel from the dull ache that they had been the losers, but wondered where the others were.

Had they but known, Paul was receiving rather different treatment. He was simply circumcised as a full male. His recovery was rapid and he was wheeled in the opposite direction to Jason to a different dormitory where he was not restrained at all. he was soon able to sit up and be congratulated on his 'success'. The next day, up and about and due to go home that day, the 'full men' were told that they had a license to breed with two live children when they married. After that, they had the choice of castration or full emasculation after their two children. They were told that no male hormone treatment was available and many preferred the emasculation as easier to deal with afterwards. They were also reminded that casual sexual intercourse was forbidden on penalty of immediate emasculation, especially as they state had their full genetic code and could tell the paternity of each child born. Paul was very happy to be in the 'right' group. he felt sorry for Jason, but decided that he needed to make new friends among the 'full male' group as he didn't want a eunuch as a best friend any more. The boys were also reminded that the castrated 'boys' would be looking like young women soon, and that anal sex with one of them, of course, wouldn't sire a child. Paul wondered what it would be like to 'have' his old friend Jason. He'd have to find out!

The unfortunate boys were kept sedated heavily until their wounds had healed well enough for their catheters to be removed. They were put in disposable nappies in case of leakage, helped into new clothes of blouse and skirt for their journey home. Jason already felt so different. It wasn't just the surgery, but the female hormones now raging around 'his' system. He didn't know it, but he'd soon be putting fat on around his hips, the top of his thighs and his upper arms. He'd also be growing breast thanks to all that female hormone. As they were taken home, he wondered what their new sexless future would bring.