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Introduction - The following story is based on fantasies I
used to have when doing my paper round, based on the look
of people's houses. I'd deliver their papers, and imagine,
'what kind of a person would live in a house like this'
kinda thing. The things in the story are simply based on my
wonderings and imagery that I experienced. I'm not
endorsing that anyone actually go out and do this to anyone
underage. That said, please read on and let me know any
comments, good or bad.
The Paper-round
By oopster
Chapter 1
I was 14, and like a lot of 14-year-old boys, I had a paper
round.
We'd recently moved from one part of town to another as the
family we're thinking of adopting another child and needed
a bigger place. The new house was a Victorian terrace built
at the turn of the last century. Apparently, the builders
had been brothers, and built one house at a time, building,
and then selling to make money to build the next one, and
so on.
We parked the car at the front of the house, which had
gates at either end and they were signposted as private
roads. All along the road, there were leaves from the
overhead trees that stole all the light.
My dad opened the front door and we walked into the smell
of cat pee. It stank the house out and my mam went quickly
round the house with the air freshener. The house had faces
of Greek gods or similar scattered inside. The faces had
been smoothed away though, I was told it was because the
previous tenants we're Jewish and didn't like such things.
I'm not sure what they looked like before, but they did
look nice, maybe they looked better this way.
By the way, my name was Simon. I was attending a single sex
school not too far away, and was in my second year there.
Anyway, I was sent to the chip shop down the road to get us
all something to eat. There's a bit of a tradition in our
family that the first meal in our new home comes from the
chip shop, mainly because normally there's no gas or
electricity to cook anything with. I came back from the
chip shop and took the bag into the kitchen. My dad told me
that he'd been across the road to the newsagents while I
was out and had got me a paperboy job, (nice of him to ask)
and that I started on Monday.
At 7am on Monday morning, my alarm clock went off. I hated
getting up early, and now I'd have to get up an hour
earlier just to do a bloody paper round. I got up, got
dressed grabbed a drink and went off to collect the papers
on my bike. I'd only recently gotten it for a birthday and
it was my first bike with gears. It took about an hour to
do the morning paper round, and then I had to get off quick
to school.
School finished at 3.45pm, and I had to get round to the
paper shop for the evening paper round before it got dark.
It was autumn, and the nights we're getting darker earlier
and earlier, so that was more reason to be as prompt as I
could.
There was one house that I delivered to during the evening
delivery in the corner of a cul-de-sac. It was really dark,
and I had to be really careful not to trip every time I
walked along the path to that house. Thankfully, it was the
last paper on the route so I didn't have to worry too much
about taking my time. I got so far up the path and tripped
on something that was strung across the path. I never saw
what it was, only the path getting closer to my eyes as I
fell.
I woke up with cloth on my forehead lying on a sofa in a
house I didn't recognise. I looked round but couldn't see
anyone until a man who looked to be in his mid-fifties
walked into the room.
"You took quite a knock there when you fell young lad," he
said
"I fell?" I remember falling but not much after it.
"Yes, you must have fallen and hit your head. There wasn't
that much blood, it actually looked worse than it probably
was."
It didn't feel life threatening but it did feel like my
head had been hit with something hard.
"I couldn't give you anything for fear of you being
allergic to anything. You're not allergic to anything are
you?"
"Not that I know of, my mam would know best, I'm terrible
when it comes to remembering things," I replied trying to
sound funny
"Right, well let's get you sorted then. I think I'd best
phone your parents to tell them you're okay, you we're asleep
for more than an hour and they're probably worrying. What's
their name and number?"
"An hour!" I exclaimed, that fall must have been more
serious than I thought. I gave the man my parent's phone
number and he went into the next room to make the call.
"Hello, is that Mrs Trek? yes, you're son's here with me at
the moment. I'm afraid he's had a bad fall on my path while
delivering my newspaper," he paused, waiting for a reply.
"I think he should lie here for little, and then I'll send
him to you, I don't think I should let him go out on his
own just yet with him hitting his head so hard." Another
short pause echoed into the living room, "Okay Mrs Trek,
I'll send him over in about an hour, bye for now." He put
the phone down and walked back into the living room. "I'm
sorry young man, I don't even know your name."
"Oh, sorry, I'd forget my head if it weren't nailed,
stapled and glued on, it's Simon."
"That's a nice name. Simone."
I didn't pay much attention to him calling me "Simone",
it's something I'd been called before by my mother. A
similar way all parents seem to use all your names when
you're in trouble.
"Now lets have a look at you. You know, I think you'd best
have a tetanus injection, just to be on the safe side, can
you remember when you had one last?"
I honestly couldn't remember and shook my head. "Well let's
get that sorted out shall we? Oh, don't worry, I'm a
doctor, I'm just taking some time out to do some research
at home."
It wasn't so much me worrying about his qualifications, but
me worrying about needles, I hated them.
"Now if you could just roll your sleeve up."
I did as he asked and gritted my teeth waiting for the
needle to pierce my arm, shortly afterwards I was asleep
again.
The next time I woke up, it was dark and I was lying in a
bed. I couldn't move, and soon I realised why, my arms and
feet we're strapped to the bed. In walked the man with a
tray in his hands, "Ah, you're awake Simone. I'm sorry
about the restraints, but I think you must have had some
kind of allergic reaction to the injection I gave you. You
started flaying you're arms about and eventually tired
yourself out.
I thought it best to put you to bed. I've phoned and told
your parents about it and they said it would be best for
you to stay here the night. They did come round to see you
were okay, but you were asleep when they came, so they
didn't want to disturb you. At least they know where you
are and that you're safe, that's the main thing."
He turned the light on, and I could see that I was in what
appeared to be a little girl's room and I was wearing a
nightdress.
"I do apologise about the nightie Simone, it was the only
thing I could find in your size. It was my daughter's many
years ago." He stopped in mid sentence, "Nevermind, maybe
we can find you something nicer later on. Now, how are you
feeling?"
"My head's still hurting a little, and come to think of it,
my chest is hurting now."
"That will be probably be a delayed reaction you know,
would you like me to rub some ointment there to make it
better?"
I felt a little strange, this man I'd never met before
being so nice, but he was a doctor, so I had no reason to
worry. I replied that if he thought it would help then he
should do it. He came back after a few minutes with a white
tube. He took the top off and squirted some kind of gel
onto his hands, and started to rub the gel into my chest.
It was cold at first, but it soon warmed up.
"I just realised I haven't told you my name yet, I'm John."
Shortly afterwards, I fell asleep again. Meanwhile back
home, my parents we're worried that I hadn't returned home
and contacted the police.
Chapter 2
I woke up the next morning still restrained to the bed.
John walked in, "Rise and shine sleepyhead, time to get
you washed and ready for the day, how's the head feeling?"
"It's better, but I still feel a little light headed."
"Let's see then", he put his hand on forehead and took my
pulse at the same time, "well, you've got a slight
temperature, nothing much to worry about but I think you
should spend the day in bed."
"But what about school?" I asked but not that I was too
bothered. I mean it was school after all, but I had to
sound like I was concerned.
"School, well, I'll give your parents a ring and tell them
I think you should take the day off. Maybe a few days if
this temperature of yours gets any worse which it looks
like it might. Besides I didn't know teenagers we're keen
on school nowadays?"
"Oh, yeah, I try never to miss a day, but if you say I'm
ill and you're a doctor too, well, then I can't really go
can I? I'd make all the other pupils ill and they wouldn't
be too happy about missing school either would they?"
"Well no, we can't have the whole school staying home sick.
Now, we need to get you washed and dressed so when I
unfasten the restraints we are off to the bathroom."
I was wondering why he said that 'we' would be going to the
bathroom and not just me, but I guessed that it was just
one of those things that you say. John unfastened the
restraints and helped me to sit up, but when it came to
standing, I didn't seem to have the power in my legs to do
it.
"Oh dear Simone, I knew you weren't very well, but I didn't
think you we're this bad. Wait here a mo and I'll be right
back."
He came back pushing a wheelchair into the room, and helped
me into it.
"Now, I've got a full day planned to help you get back on
your feet as it were, and first off, we need to get you all
clean, inside and out."
I wasn't sure of the sound of this but wrote it off as
another one of those things you just get used to saying or
hearing. I was a little concerned that I couldn't use my
legs and was now being pushed round in a wheelchair, and I
asked John about it.
"Well Simone, you fell over and took a blow to the head,
and it must been more severe than either of us at first
thought. We still haven't figured out how the human brain
works completely yet, but loss of the use of limbs and
other body parts isn't unheard of."
John wheeled me into the bathroom, and stopped me in front
a plastic chair that looked like it had a hole cut in the
middle of it, next to a hospital pole with a bag hanging
from it, like the drips you find in hospital. The bag had a
long tube hanging from the bottom of it and at the end of
the tube there was a rubber looking bulb in the shape of a
T, with another tube coming from it.
"Right, time to clean your insides out. You see this? I'm
sure you've seen these in hospitals and on TV but this is
slightly different. The bag contains a solution that we're
going to pump inside you to clean you out, the name for
this is an enema, but that's not important right now. What
we do, is take this rubber 'cork', and place it just inside
your back passage. Then just to make sure it doesn't fall
out, we pump this ball here and it inflates the 'cork'.
Another name for the 'cork' is a 'butt plug'. We use them
in hospital to help patients who constantly need to go to
the toilet. We only have so many staff to deal with this
kind of thing, so lots of people have to wait their turn,
and this makes sure nothing can leak out. Once the plug is
inserted and inflated, then the cool liquid will rush
inside and wash away all the nastiness from inside you and
make you feel all nice and clean. Any questions?"
Any questions I thought to myself, this man, this doctor
wanted to shove something into my bum and he was as cool as
anything about it.
"Do we have to do this? I mean, couldn't I just have a
really good bath or shower?"
"I'm afraid we do have to do it Simone, but don't worry,
you'll get used to it in time."
Okay, now this was starting to worry me. How many of these
things was he expecting to give me? How long was I going to
be there? John helped me out of the wheelchair and bent me
over the plastic seat.
"Okay Simone, just try to stand there while we try to apply
this lubricant to your bottom and then we can turn you
around and sit you down ready for your enema."
John took great care in applying the lubricant to my
bottom, firstly putting on a pair of rubber gloves and then
gently working the lubricant inside me. He then helped me
round to sit on the plastic seat, with my bottom positioned
carefully over the hole to make sure the plug could be
inserted into me. The same procedure was then repeated on
the plug, making sure every inch of it was covered with the
greasy substance.
"Now just relax Simone, and this won't hurt a bit". He
reached under me and pulled one of my bum cheeks aside, and
slowly, applied pressure on the plug. It didn't seem to
want to go in at first, but then all of a sudden, there was
a plop sound, and it was in.
"That's the worst of it over, now we've got to inflate it
to make sure we don't have to re-insert it." Again, he
slowly pumped up the bulb attached to the plug, and I could
feel it growing inside me. After what seemed like forever,
he stopped.
"There, I don't think we could get that one any bigger."
Again worrying me in his choice of words. "Okay, I'm just
going to turn this tap here a little, and you should feel
the cool liquid rushing into you, don't worry, if it feels
a little weird, it always does the first time." He turned
the tap and 2 seconds later, I felt the cool liquid enter
me. It did feel kind of weird at first, but at the same
time it did feel kind of good, in a weird kind of way. It
felt so good in fact, that bulge began to appear in my
pants.
"Would you like a drink while you're there Simone? Is
chocolate milkshake okay with you?"
I nodded, and he went off towards the kitchen. He came back
and handed me the milkshake.
"Now drink it all up Simone."
I drank it all, and once I had, he noticed the bulge in my
pants.
"Oh dear, will you look at that, well we can't have that
can we? Little girls don't get bulges in their panties do
they Simone? No, that's not what little girls get at all.
I'm afraid, you're going to have to be punished Simone."
Now, I was worried, calling me Simone was one thing, but
now he was referring to me as a little girl, and saying
that I now had to be punished for having an erection, and
feeling sleepy again.
"Now Simone, that drink you just had will help the enema do
its job even better, you may also notice that you are
feeling sleepy again, I know this because I put a sedative
in your drink. Night night Simone, sweet dreams."
I don't know when it was that I woke up, but when I did, I
was surrounded by white wooden bars all around me. It took
me a minute to realise it, but I was actually lying in a
baby's cot, that was big enough for someone my size. I
tried to move but couldn't. I looked down to see if I was
restrained again, but this time couldn't see anything. One
thing I did notice, or more-so, didn't notice, was that I
couldn't move at all, not even struggle even if I had been
bound. I was basically numb through almost all my body.
John walked in to the room shortly after I woke up.
"Morning sleepyhead. Now, you've had a little operation
while you we're asleep so that what happened earlier,
doesn't happen ever again. You'll be a little sore for a
week or two, but chances are that for the most part you'll
be asleep. Now I know this may all be a little scary right
now, but given time you'll come to accept your new
situation. Now, let's change this drip of yours and check
your development."
He lifted up my top, which was a girl pyjama top, and
pressed gently on my chest, which felt puffy. My nipples
we're also a lot more sensitive than they'd ever been, and
I screwed up my face in response.
"Oh dear, can you feel that Simone? Well I think we need to
increase the strength of your drip then don't we? We don't
want you to be in pain now do we?"
I wondered why I would be in pain, what had this man done
to me.
"Now Simone, we can either do this the easy way or the hard
way and I'd much rather do things the easy way because then
we can both reap the benefits from it. First let me explain
your little operation. You've had your testicles removed so
that there'll be no more little bulges in your panties. Now
don't worry about the 'other' little thing between your
legs, because soon it won't be there to bother us either.
This drip that is connected to your arm, is feeding you a
mixture of nutrients, painkillers, sedatives and hormones,
both female and growth, well, I say growth, they're more
like anti-growth, shortly you'll be a lot shorter. As
you've already noticed, your chest is starting to develop
into little breasts. By the time your treatment is near its
end, you'll have a nice pair of 'B' cup breasts. Now, I
said you had a choice of the easy or the hard way of doing
things. The easy way is for you not to fight or struggle,
and to just accept that you are now a little girl called
Simone. The hard way, well, let's just say that you don't
want to know what the hard way is. I shall give you some
time to mull over your decision, at least until the
paralysing agent wears off and you can talk again. Now,
it's time for your enema, so let's go off to your
bathroom."
John lifted me up off the bed and sat me in the wheelchair
again. He then strapped my arms and legs to the chair, for
my own benefit I was told, since I didn't have any control
over my body, I would have just fallen out of it. Again,
the same routine with the enema equipment took place,
except this time the plug didn't hurt so much, but I was
also awake for the entirety of the experience this time.
Halfway through the procedure, there was a knock at the
door.
"I'll just go see who that is Simone, oh, before I go!"
He left the room and came back with something in his hand
that he showed to me, it was a gag in the shape of a penis
which had straps attached to it.
"I'm sorry to have to do his Simone, but it is for your own
good."
He then placed the gag in my mouth and secured it behind my
head, another knock came from the door, and John went to
answer it. He opened the door and standing there were two
plain clothes policeman.
"Excuse me Sir, we're looking for a missing teenager who
never returned from his paper round some days ago. Have you
seen this young boy?" The policeman showed John the photo
who then looked at it and shook his head.
"I'm sorry officer, no I haven't."
"Did you receive your newspaper on Monday Sir?"
"Yes, I got it as normal."
"Could you please tell me what time you received your
newspaper sir?"
"Well I really couldn't say. I was in the back for a lot of
Monday, so barely hear the front door at all, I didn't
check for the paper till about 6pm, and it was there on my
doormat."
"Thank you Sir, it's just routine, you understand we have
to ask everyone who was on the paper route. If we have any
further questions then we'll be in touch."
"Thank you officer, not a problem."
John shut the door and returned to me in the bathroom
humming.
"Now then where were we young Simone? Ah yes the enema."
I was now feeling very bloated and really needing the
toilet.
"While we have you here, I think it's about time you had
another injection for your breasts don't you?"
I could hardly refuse, I still had the penis gag in my
mouth and couldn't have said anything if I wanted to
anyway.
"That was the police at the door, they said they we're
looking for a young boy that's gone missing, we don't know
any young boys that have gone missing recently, so I told
them I didn't know anything. I do hope they find out what's
happened to him soon, his parents must be frantic."
My hopes of this ordeal ending anytime soon we're fading by
the minute. So were my parents when the police found my
bike near the railway line with my blood on it. They soon
came to the conclusion that their son was dead. The police
investigation was closed and classified as an accident
despite there being no body.
To be continued...
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