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The Concept of Total Rehabilitation
By O. Henry James
Paulie, that's his real name, I first hear of him he's in the
Youth Authority up to Dover. It's juvie but it's tough; there are
some real hard cases, great big, tough, mean mothers that'll kill
you as soon as look at you. Juvie can be as tough as any joint.
Judges remember that when they want to and forget it when they
want to, so there are always some soft little guys up there, like
Paulie, he was, what, maybe fourteen at the time, and you know
what happens to them.
The system doesn't know what to do with a little punk with a big
ticket. Paulie was supposedly involved in a murder. You ask me, I
don't think so. His story is some other guy looks like him ran
past him and the cops got him and the witness fingered him and
it's all a big mistake. Every guy in prison swears he's innocent,
but not in juvie. Everybody there is trying to look big, and cops
to everything they did, plus they make stuff up, maybe keep the
tigers away. Fat chance for a cupcake like him. Besides, he never
had the balls to shoplift at Macy's.
Anyway, the first time somebody fucks him he goes crying to the
screws, he doesn't know yet what happens. Maybe the screws lean
on him a little to say who it was, you know how it goes. So this
guy Jimbo who fucked him goes in the hole and his buddies Roach
and Celine go dig up little Paulie cut him up real good. Celine
has this big knife; Jesus knows how he got it inside. The joint
is the biggest fucking rumor-mill you ever see but I never find
out how the hell Celine got that blade inside. Ever seen a prison
shiv? Usually it's made from a razor and maybe a piece of
toothbrush handle, it'll cut you good enough maybe kill you but
not really cut anything off, you understand? But Celine has this
big fucking hunting knife or who the hell knows what it is.
Next thing you know everybody hears Celine screaming at Paulie
he's gonna cut off his fuckin' cock and balls, nobody thinks
anything about that, but he has this big fucking blade and he
goes and does it and there's this great big bloody mess. Paulie
is in the infirmary for weeks, and it doesn't look like he's
going to pull through, but he does. The screws probably care a
lot more about the great big bloody mess than about little
Paulie, but anyway they nose around and pretty soon Celine and
Roach are in the hole. The screws move Paulie down to Warren,
where I was, which is also juvie and is even tougher than Dover.
That's the story I heard on him, anyway. You hear everything in
the joint, except maybe how Celine got that great big knife on
the inside.
Well, little Paulie is the plaything of the place. There's one on
every tier anyway. The screws figure it's sort of a safety valve.
They think about it at all, they like to think the faggots are
all volunteers, makes them sleep better at night. Hell, yes, I
fucked him. Lots of guys did.
It's not much of a story, but I tell it one day to Miss Trant.
She's a P.O. up to Springfield, that's where I'm from. Warren is
right near there. She does "youth offenders," that's juvie.
Anyway Springfield has this program they call the total
rehabilitation. Miss Trant comes around and sees guys from
Springfield on the inside so she'll know them when they get out
and she's their P.O. You meet her in this room, all private, not
like other visitors out in the open. The idea is that she's like
this counselor. She has pull with the parole board, so act like
you trust her, only you don't exactly tell her you're gonna knock
over a bank when you get out, you know what I mean.
Anyway, Paulie's from Springfield, too, so I mention to Miss
Trant about Celine cutting his cock and balls off. Anyway she's
already read his jacket, but it doesn't have this, or anyway not
all of it, and she's interested, so I figure to make a few
brownie points, I tell her all about it. Naturally I leave out
the part about me fucking Paulie.
So anyway, Miss Trant is very grateful for the information. This
kind of inside dope makes her feel all connected with the inside
guys, you understand, so she digs it and I figure it can only do
me good. Anyway, when she meets Paulie she asks him straight out.
Paulie later tells Louise all about it. Louise is this old queen
male nurse in the infirmary; his real name is Louis something.
Paulie's a regular there what with tears in his asshole and the
clap. (He is very lucky this is all way before AIDS.) Sometimes
people hurt him and he has to go to the infirmary for that, too.
Louise puts the make on Paulie every time, only Paulie is
straight and always says no. Louise is the only person in the
whole place that Paulie can say no to, and also the only one that
treats Paulie halfway decent, so Paulie tells Louise whatever
happens to him. Old queens are like women the way they gossip, so
it gets around.
Anyway, Miss Trant tells Paulie she's heard about what happens to
him and he allows that it's not a walk in the park. And she says
to show her. Paulie just goes goggle-eyed at first, but she acts
as if she was a doctor or something, it's all business, and it's
not too bright to get on the wrong side of Miss Trant, so he
drops his pants and shows her. She looks him over fore and aft,
and says that Paulie is sort of a special case for
rehabilitation. This makes him hopeful, because maybe she means
that he should get out on probation so he won't get fucked
anymore.
Anyway, the next time I see her, she thanks me again for the
information, and when she goes she leaves behind this little
bottle of pills. I grab it because the right pills can be very
valuable inside. It's the bottle from the pharmacy and it has the
label on it and everything, but I don't know what the hell the
name on it means. Well, I know this guy Joe, he worked in a
pharmacy until they caught him boosting, he says it's not
sleeping pills or uppers or anything valuable, just it's only
Miss Trant's birth-control pills. Somehow I never figure a broad
like her needing birth-control pills, if you know what I mean. I
figure to throw them away, but Joe has a better idea.
Here's the thing. Paulie isn't making any male sex hormones any
more, Joe says. Now, we have birth control pills, they full of
women's sex hormones. Maybe we can get more. Now, I make Paulie
take them. He grows tits and ass, make him a dynamite lay. That
puts Joe and me in good with the big prison gang guys.
Paulie doesn't know what kind of pills I give him, only that he'd
rather eat them than eat his own lungs, which I offer to rip out
and feed to him if he doesn't want to take his vitamins. But not
much happens to Paulie's body right away. I tell Joe after a
couple weeks to that we ought to give Paulie all the pills at
once. Joe says no, he's trying to make a connection for a
permanent supply. Besides, if you use too big a dose, it works
backward, make Paulie's voice change, grow hair on his face. It
happens to women who try to use them to make their boobs big. Joe
says, "Testosterone is one of the breakdown products of
estrogen." That means that you use too much female sex hormone it
turns into male sex hormone. I figure he must know.
Pretty soon the bottle is almost empty and there's no sign of
Joe's permanent connection. I go to see Miss Trant for my next
rehabilitation conference, and what do you know? She leaves
behind another bottle of birth control pills. I think it's a
coincidence. But the next time it happens again. This has to be
on purpose, but I have no clue why. I don't want to even ask. Why
kill the golden goose? But the next time I just can't keep from
asking, because I can't figure it out. She's completely poker-
faced, doesn't admit anything, just looks annoyed. "Oh, so that's
what became of them," she says, like she's surprised, but she
leaves another bottle, same as always. I figure, whatever her
angle is, there's no percentage for me in asking about it again.
Another thing I don't ask her about is how Paulie is always
telling Louise that Miss Trant always has her arm around him or
her hand on his ass. Not in a sexy way, exactly, just very sort-
of touchy-feely, like some women are, only she's not what you
would call the touchy-feely type, more of the bitch-on-wheels
type. I never hear this about her from anyone else.
He's always complaining about her to Louise, which is like making
a radio broadcast. It isn't enough that Miss Trant knows that
Paulie gets fucked, he has to tell her all the details. He has to
say how many times, and who, and when, and where, and how, and
what was he wearing, and did he like it, and is he sure he didn't
like it deep underneath, over and over. She says his crime was a
way of asking for it, because he knows he would get caught, so he
must really want it. He says he's innocent, but she just laughs.
He tells Louise over and over that Miss Trant is crazy, but he is
not a complete idiot so to her face he just says, "Yes, Miss
Trant" or "No, Miss Trant."
By this time Paulie is developing really good, if you know what I
mean, and it is a very very big surprise to him and he asks the
infirmary doctor what's up. The doc sort of smiles at Louise and
asks if Paulie isn't maybe taking birth control pills to make
this happen; he knows about this. Paulie flies into a rage and
yells at him. Also he puts two and two together about the
"vitamins" I've been feeding him and flies into an even bigger
rage and attacks me, which is like being attacked by a powder
puff. I slap him around and put him in his place, but I don't
break a sweat or his neck or anything. He never notices that Miss
Trant isn't surprised by what's happening to his body, maybe
because she never seems to be surprised by anything.
What he does notice is that her hand on his ass is more and more
of a fixture. She pats it when she's happy with him-maybe he just
blew a hundred guys-and actually spanks him like a baby when he's
not-maybe didn't want to admit to her that he liked it, which of
course he didn't. She's bigger and stronger than him, but even if
she wasn't he doesn't want to cross her. He wants to make parole
something awful.
And she's always talking about his ass, too. Some people live in
their heads, she says, and some live in their hearts, but you,
little man, you live in your big soft butt. This is obviously
what you think with, and this is what you live with. It tells you
what's right and wrong, what feels good and what feels bad. It's
your guide and your boss, and your job is to make sure it doesn't
get into trouble. You need a lot of guidance, so listen to it.
Focus your whole being there. People communicate with you through
your ass; they pat it if you're good, or they beat on it if
you're bad. And you express yourself through it. I think this
means that Paulie swishes, which he has to or we beat him up, but
she says he does it because it's his nature. He has to say, "Yes,
Miss Trant." He tells Louise it make him very self-conscious
about his butt, if it is possible to feel even more self-
conscious than he already feels for being a baby-faced bubble-
butt prison bitch.
Guidance is this big thing with her. He needs guidance, she says.
She's going to make sure he gets the guidance he needs. She is
going to guide his ass, and it will guide him. This is all for
his own good. She's going to mold him and shape him and totally
rehabilitate him into a productive person who is some use to
other people. He repeats all this to Louise, along with the hot
news that Miss Trant is crazy as a loon.
By and by little Paulie looks completely like a babe. In fact,
he's built like a brick shit-house, with a tiny little waist,
great big fat high tits way out to here that jiggle with every
step, and a big, wide, deep, round ass that makes a shelf you
could practically eat a six-course dinner off of. Plus which he
has a very pretty round face with big eyes and lips and tiny nose
and ears. He is the queen of the whole place, his asshole is like
a convention and he has what you would have to call a high-semen
diet. He's fucked maybe twenty times a day and gives head at
least forty. Big James, a big prison-gang boss, makes a rule that
Paulie has to have fresh cum on his face at all times. The screws
can't do anything about all this, so they look the other way.
Not that Paulie likes any of this, but that doesn't matter. He
tries to open his veins with a shiv, once, but the screws and the
cons both made damn sure he never has a second chance to hurt
himself. Joe and I are mobbed up real good with the gangs, and
nobody bothers us.
I tell Miss Trant about Paulie's progress, not exactly mentioning
my part in it or where the pills are coming from, but she's not a
complete idiot. I think it makes her hot. She talks too much
about "the concept of total rehabilitation," which I think has to
do with Paulie.
Anyway, this goes on for a few years. Eventually I make parole
and go back home. After a while, Paulie's maybe eighteen he makes
parole, too, Miss Trant's gonna be his P.O. too. She's got this
"buddy system" now where one guy already on parole makes sure
another guy keeps in line and makes his meetings, and I'm
supposed to be Paulie's buddy. This is not exactly what Paulie
wanted for Christmas, but I don't hurt him much as long as he
don't give me no lip. When I see Miss Trant in her little meeting
cubicle, he waits outside and can probably hear every word,
'cause I can hear every word when he goes in and I wait outside.
Anyway, the first thing he gets out he tells Miss Trant he wants
to get surgery, get his tits cut off, get an artificial penis. It
seems Paulie found out the big place for sex change surgery is
Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, only of course you need your
P.O.'s permission to leave town, and besides he hasn't got any
money. As a big, big special favor, she lets him go there get
evaluated, and even lends him the money to go.
It seems there's not much they can do about a cock or balls at
this time. This is back before they did woman-to-man sex changes.
Maybe they would try to fix a guy's cock that got burned or
something, but only if most of it was left. The boss in charge
there, this Dr. Money, that's his name, he tells Paulie they
can't do him a cock or balls. The good news is, if Paulie wants
to go the other way they'll make him a charity case, they can do
him a pretty good vagina, no real feeling in it because no penis
skin left, but otherwise perfect, and he could make a pretty good
"adjustment." Otherwise, he has to wait for medical progress.
Paulie asks what the fuck he's going to do waiting for medical
progress. For one thing, he needs a job and can't pass as a male.
Dr. M., who seems to be taking it well, says Paulie is young and
resilient and can live as a female for a while and see if he
"adjusts." If not, he can try again in a few years. Paulie says
he'll try another hospital. The doc says go ahead, nobody will do
what he wants. It's this big deal to whack off healthy tits, to
these guys who whack off healthy cocks every day. Go figure.
Paulie goes away mad and telephones all this to Miss Trant. It's
during his regular appointment time, just before mine. While he's
in Baltimore Miss Trant sees me at Paulie's time, so I'm right
there in the room when the call comes. Miss Trant takes the call
on her speakerphone, doesn't even bother to pick up the receiver.
Miss Trant tells him he ought to be grateful to Dr. Money,
offering this great big surgery as a charity case. She asks him
has he any idea how many guys want a sex change and can't get
them to do it, or they don't have the money which has got to be
thousands and thousands of bucks.
She tells him the only way he can do a "re-entry into society" is
as a female, and if he wants to he can always get surgery later
like the doctor says. So he must go back now and beg the doctor
to please give him the vagina like he said, or she is going to
find a reason to violate his ass back to the joint. That makes
him very very thoughtful, because he knows what will happen to
his ass in there. He is still getting over his latest dose of
clap.
Well, he whines and snivels and begs and pleads, but she won't
budge he must go back to Dr. M. She tells Paulie this operation
won't make things any worse for him, after all. It's really all
for his own good and he ought to know that. He should stop trying
to think things out and just follow his ass, which she will steer
in the right direction. Besides, she says, no one is going to
know about his new vagina unless he wants them to. And she grins
and winks at me. That is the only time I ever see her wink.
Anyway, the upshot is that he stays in Baltimore, and in a few
weeks is back in Springfield with a brand new vagina he hopes to
God nobody ever finds out about. Miss Trant has meantime started
paperwork for him on a change of his sex on records and so on,
and his legal name change to Gina. She told him to come up with a
female name, but he didn't want to so she let me. I thought up
Gina. He looks like a Gina. She told him it was her idea, but
Miss Trant mostly calls him "missy" or "young lady." She still
has her hand on his butt all the time, too, or patting it.
He's mighty low about one thing or another, so she figures he
might kak hisself, and she asks can he stay with me. Fine with
me. Hell, I never had a woman looked half so good. Don't get me
wrong. I'm straight. Who you fuck in the joint doesn't count. I
figure Gina doesn't count, either. Anyway, Miss Trant puts it to
so that Gina can't refuse. I kind of wonder what Gina looks like
down there, you know, but the truth is I couldn't have told the
difference to save my life.
Miss Trant also takes charge of Gina's clothes. He, or, I
suppose, she has been wearing this big army-surplus poncho,
trying to pass as six miles of ugly dirt road. She says he has to
adjust, and to adjust means he has to wear, she gives him some
clothes and makeup she must have got off whores she has been the
P.O. of. He also has to stop walking like a lumberjack, she says.
Since he got out of the joint, he stopped swishing. Now he has to
start again.
Miss Trant helps Gina into get a waitress job. Big surprise to
Gina, it turns out the job includes being nice when customers cop
a feel, and fucking or blowing the boss when he's in the mood.
She would much rather shovel fries at McDonald's, or for that
matter shovel shit in the sewer, but Miss Trant tells her to keep
the job if she doesn't want her ass violated. Besides, Miss Trant
says, it's not as if she was a virgin or anything. Gina cringes
and knuckles under, as usual.
When she isn't working, Gina spends a lot of time sobbing. She
never cries out loud because when she does I slap her around. I'm
around babysitting a lot to see she never kaks herself, so Miss
Trant makes Gina pay me most of her money. I don't want it to
take all my time, so I invest in a few restraints and even a
cage. Miss Trant even drops me a hint that Gina needs to be kept
clean inside and out, so I make her take enemas regular. When I
make her hold it long enough she cries out, then I slap her
around for that. She has to beg me to let the enema out, or to
piss, or to eat or drink or sleep or anything. When I get tired
of her begging or crying, I just gag her.
It's amazing what you can do with a girl who can't say no. I
gradually try one thing and another. I whip her when she's a bad
girl, so she usually has whip marks on her ass. When she's been a
very good girl, as a special treat I let her sleep with me, that
is, without being in the cage or suspended in restraints. But she
has to sleep with my cock in her mouth. When I piss, it's usually
on her. Sometimes I piss or shit in her mouth, and I make her
swallow it. I shove some amazing things up her cunt or her ass,
and make her keep them there. Sometimes I do heavy S&M and hurt
her real bad, especially on the tits and cunt. She is very tender
in those places. The only limit is my imagination, and my
imagination is getting a terrific workout.
Eventually, Miss Trant is tired of Gina complaining she hates her
job and really, really hates me. She says Gina can quit and can
move, which doesn't make her boss or me very happy. But she wants
to keep Gina's mind occupied-and also; Miss Trant tells me later,
Gina's mouth, cunt, and ass. She tells Gina that Electric Leonard
is a good friend and do not disappoint the nice man. Electric
Leonard turns Gina out, sets her up in an apartment for in-call
and out-call. She also starts doing movies and stills for Phil
Sheissman, the porn king. She does a lot of kink: S&M and B&D and
scat and water sports and whatnot, lots of stuff even I never
thought of. Gina can't get as much sucky-fucky as in the joint,
but it's got to be a lot.
Gina can never be left alone because she would kak herself, so
she can't work the streets. This irritates Electric Leonard, and
he takes it out of her hide. He also makes her get tattoos, and
at this time tattoos for women are very very rare. He makes her
get "Property of Springfield Social and Athletic Club" on her
ass, and after a while "Fuck Slave" on her face, right on her
cheek. He lets her try to cover it with foundation makeup, but it
just won't cover. He even has the bright idea to make her get
nipple rings, and at this time piercing is practically unheard-
of. If you ever see her porno pictures, you can tell it's her
from the tattoos and nipple rings.
I still see her at Miss Trant's. Miss Trant has stopped calling
her "young lady" and mostly calls her "slut" or "cunt." She no
longer pats Gina's ass, she slaps it or pinches it, or her tits,
or pulls the nipple rings, sometimes good and hard. I do
likewise. Gina doesn't fight, but she whimpers and you can see
she's holding back tears.
Anyway, she sure isn't getting any surgery. Hell, she doesn't
have bus fare to Baltimore, just the clothes she stands up in and
her body, and those belong to Electric Leonard. She isn't aging
fast like whores mostly do, maybe because she doesn't smoke or
drink or do drugs, maybe because she doesn't work the street. She
stays a looker and Phil Sheissman keeps her in pictures.
Time goes by, and one day it's my last P.O. appointment with Miss
Trant. Gina has hers first, as usual, and maybe because I'm
getting off probation and she's still on probation, she's pissing
and moaning about how fate has been unkind to her. Miss Trant
must've had a hard day or something, because she sort of
explodes.
"Fate!" she says. "Fate! You incredible dope! Did it ever occur
to you that it wasn't fate? I made you. I made you. You are my
creation."
Gina doesn't get it, so Miss Trant calls me into the cubicle and
tells me to tell. Tell what? I ask. Tell everything, she says. So
I tell what I know about it, just like this here. Pretty soon
Gina is crying and sobbing and when I finish she looks at Miss
Trant and asks, "Why?"
Miss Trant gets even madder. She says something like, "Have you
forgotten you killed a man, you little slut? And you never even
showed remorse!"
Gina says, oh, no, Miss Trant, it came out in the paper long ago
that the real guy, he confessed!
For the first time I ever see, Miss Trant seems kind of not-
quite-sure, if you know what I mean. She says, let's go over to
the public library right now and you show me that paper right
now, cunt!
I tag along like I'm a friend of the family, and we all go over
to the public library, which is right across from the probation
offices. Gina gets the librarian to find this old newspaper
article, it's on microfilm, it's maybe eighteen months old. At
that time a guy name of Sean Daniel copped a plea and sang like a
canary. There's a picture; he's a little guy, young, blonde,
soft-looking, sort of looks like Gina's long-lost brother.
So little Sean rolls over on his good buddies who are big drug
guys, only now they aren't such good buddies. And one thing is
that years ago these guys and Sean, who is then just a boy, were
in this drug rip-off that goes sour, and there is gun play and
some passer-by catches it and dies, a citizen by the name of
William Trant.
When she reads that, Miss Trant goes a little pale. Anyway, she
shoos Gina and me away, and Gina goes one way and I go another,
and that day I'm off probation and I leave Springfield and I
never see Gina again after that.
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