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A Cure for Alzheimer's Synopsis - A teen's plan to escape from the poverty of his coal mining town succeeds - but when he and his close friend join with a number of other boys and participate in a medical trial, the results are hardly what they anticipated. Introduction - I guess that I was around ten years old, or so, before I realized how different the life that we lived in our small West Virginia coal mining community was from the way folks lived in the rest of the country - or even from the way a lot of folks in West Virginia lived. There weren't more than about fifteen thousand people in the town of Abney, and not a lot more that in the nearby town of Terry Junction where the coal mine was located that most of the men in both towns worked. For many years I thought that it was normal to sleep in the same bedroom with my two older brothers, well actually, in the same big bed with them, while my younger brother and sister slept in a second bedroom (different beds), while my Mom and Dad slept in the third bedroom which was really, like, just sort of a big closer with a small bed squeezed into it. And I thought that it was usual for all the kids in town, unless they were the oldest in the family, to just wear hand-me-downs from the older kids in the family and almost never getting any new clothes of their own. And even the oldest kids usually got to wear clothes from the Thrift Shop in the basement of the local Methodist Church. Guess it could have been worse, at least I had older brothers. One of my friends at school only had older sisters and he had to keep fighting with his Mom who kept trying to get him to wear some of his older sister's hand-me-down clothes. Not the underwear (I guess) but the jeans and blouses and stuff like that. Jeans weren't too bad except for some of the "pretty" embroidery, and they didn't fit him too well at the waist and hips. But the blouses and some sweatshirts not only didn't fit him too well at the chest but they had these girlie colors and some had slogans printed on them like "Pink Rules!" He managed to get those torn or lost or stolen or something really fast so he never had to wear them more than once or twice. Sure pissed off his Mom, though. I also never thought it unusual for us kids to have to walk along the railroad tracks that ran through our town to pick up the pieces of coal that fell off the cars on the coal trains that rumbled through town at all hours of the day. If we were able to find some good sized pieces, Mom could cook supper on the coal stove in the kitchen, AND we could have a fire in the old coal furnace in the basement to warm up the house on the cold nights. If not? Well then we just put on an extra layer or two of clothes and went to bed early, snuggling up against each other for the warmth. Since almost all of the men worked in the coal mine in Terry Junction (except for several shopkeepers and the banker) we counted it as normal for all the fathers to return from work in the mines with their faces blackened and their clothes covered with coal dust. And we didn't think it unusual for most of the fathers as they got older to cough a lot from something called "black lung." About the only building in Abney that didn't look like it was in danger of falling down was the local elementary school. Since Abney was a little larger than the surrounding towns of Terry Junction, Redbird, Jerrolds Valley and Dugout the kids from those towns were bused to Abney to attend our school. My best friend, Jaden, actually lived over in Terry Junction in the next valley. Everyone knew who was an important kid at the school - the football players. Not only did they get all the attention, everyone knew that if they were really good at it, football was their ticket out of a lifetime of coal mining. With my build? Ha! Forget it! I was okay at track and basketball but that was it. So that was our life, and we accepted it. Things started to change for me in the sixth grade when I had Mrs. Hauser for Social Studies. Lots of the other teachers were really boring, like, they just seemed to be taking things as easy as possible till they could retire and get their pension and move out of Abney. But Mrs. Hauser made things really interesting, scrounging up volunteers and bus money to take the class on some field trips, and bring in folks from outside the coal mining area to talk about careers. Gosh, she even managed to get NASA to have an astronaut come to our school one time. And I found myself beginning to think that maybe I didn't want to become a coal miner like my Dad after all, and that got me thinking that maybe I should work just a little harder at school. Up till the "Year of Hauser" I'd done as little as possible - just working hard enough so that I wouldn't get held back a grade - getting mostly Cs and Ds, except for a B in Phys. Ed. So when I worked with the guidance counselor to make up my class schedule for the seventh grade, I ignored the shop classes that I'd been taking in the past and actually signed up for some challenging math and English classes - surprised the shit out of the guidance counselor who kept saying things like, "Are you sure you want to sign up for some of these classes Ethan? They're going to be a lot harder than the classes you've been taking." Almost talked me out of it but then I thought of how hard Dad had to work and how we were living just above the poverty level even so. And how his black lung was getting worse and how he was now beginning to have memory problems - like, he'd be talking and then he wouldn't be able to find a word he wanted and he'd just stop talking and get a funny look on his face as he struggled to continue. And of course the closest hospital was hundreds of miles and several valleys away - about the closest thing we had to a hospital was a small clinic over in Dugout that was only open two days a week. On top of that the health insurance the mine provided was really crappy so whenever Dad went for an exam, he'd see a different doctor, usually an inexperienced one right out of medical school, or an old one whose training was, like, 30 years out of date. And the doc would check him out, and mumble something and give him some vitamins and tell him to eat more vegetables and "get out in the sunshine more," like that was ever going to happen, and his cough and memory loss slowly got worse. Guess one of the things that made Jaden and me so close was that his Mom seemed to have the same memory problems as my Dad - except that hers' were worse. Like, someone had to keep an eye on her all the time or she'd wander out of the house and off into the neighborhood and get lost, or she'd start to cook something and then forget about it and end up with the fire department coming to put out a stove fire, or she'd get dressed in several layers of winter clothing on the hottest day of the summer - stuff like that. Jaden said that she'd been diagnosed with Alzheimer's, and there wasn't any cure for it, and she'd slowly get worse till she stopped eating and died. Sometimes I'd watch my Dad struggling to find a word and wonder if the same thing was going to eventually happen to him that was happening to Jaden's Mom. Because of that, Jaden and I tried to keep up with the latest news on treatments for Alzheimer's. Really disappointing - nothing seemed to cure it - sufferers could just live a couple of years longer at best - and who wants to live two years longer if you're wearing a diaper and being spoon fed pureed foods? One of the potential "cures" that never panned out was when one of the research companies thought they had located some factor in mother's milk that could stimulate stem cells which were then transfused into Alzheimer's sufferers and would then reverse the brain damage that had occurred. But like many of the other "cures" it worked on a small percentage of patients, but not on most. Another dead end as we slowly watched my Dad and his Mom slip away. So Jaden and I plugged away at our studies, encouraged each other, and really surprised ourselves when the class standings were published half way through our eighth grade year and we found out that Jaden was second in the class and I was third. First place in our class? Oh, that was some girl who spent all her time studying and gaining weight and developing more pimples. Jaden and I began to seriously think about what we were going to do after we graduated from the eighth grade - which was the highest grade in the elementary school in Abney. Oh, there was a regional high school over in Redbird - but it was really bad. Building was almost falling down, class sizes were 50-60 kids, the graduation rate was around 23% and the state kept threatening to close it down if the school board didn't improve it. That was a big joke. The state would threaten the school board, the school board would fire the principal and change the name of the school, things would stay as they were for a couple of years till the state threatened the school board again, they'd fire the latest principal, and change the name yet again - and the cycle would continue. Were there private schools that we could have gone to? Uh, yeah, if our families had the money to pay the tuition - which they obviously didn't. So things were looking pretty gloomy. Jaden and I were in the school library one day, browsing through some medical sites on the internet, looking for pictures of people with gross diseases, and came across a just-completed study on what was called the "mother's milk" treatment for Alzheimer's that showed more promising results. It said that the factor in the milk that stimulated the stem cells was highly variable from one donor to the next, and even highly variable from sample to sample from the same donor. At least that was what happened with X-X milk donors. When small samples from X-Y donors were tested, the factor was present in much higher concentrations and was very consistent from sample to sample. When Jaden and I reached that part of the article I looked at him and asked, "Uh, what's an X-X donor?" "X-X is a girl you dope, don't you remember going over that in biology?" "So, uh, if X-X is a girl then what's an X-Y........." And I paused as I realized that I knew what an X-Y was, it was a guy! After a moment I answered my own question, "But X-Y is a guy. And guys don't produce milk!" "You skipped the part in the abstract where they said that they used very tiny samples from some guys that had a severe case of Gynecomastia - enlargement of the breasts," Jaden answered. We were both silent for a moment and then I laughed and said, "Oh, like that guy in Phys Ed? I think his name is 'Marcus' or something. His tits are at least as big as Cora's." We both laughed at that because Cora's well known in school for having the lowest IQ and the biggest tits in the class - and she likes to show them off. It was rumored that for a couple cigarettes Cora would let you feel her tits. And for a whole pack of cigarettes you'd get to feel something a bit lower. "But just because a guy has big tits doesn't mean that he's going to get milk out of them, does it?" I asked. "Guess they must have gotten enough for the study," Jaden said, and then continued, "Wonder how they got it? How do you milk a guy?" We both broke out laughing at the thought of some guy having his tits milked. Just then the bell rang and we had to go on to our next class, chuckling as we walked down the hallway. An Opportunity - It was spring when reports began to appear on TV and in the newspapers hinting that the government was preparing plans for a "..... major initiative to cure Alzheimer's ....." Not much more than that, but supposedly a number of facilities would be constructed around the country to produce something that would reverse the effects of Alzheimer's. Jaden and I eagerly read what little we could find about what was being planned, hoping that it would offer hope for our parents. Realizing that the end of the school year was fast approaching and while both of us wanted to go on to high school instead of just dropping out after the eighth grade as many of our classmates planned on doing, neither of us really wanted to go to the regional high school over in Redbird. The two of us spent many hours in the library, researching the nearby private schools and filling out multi-page applications for the few full-tuition scholarships that were available. Mrs. Hauser was really helpful: getting the other teachers to write letters of recommendation on our behalf; reviewing, correcting and generally improving our applications; and just offering encouragement whenever we despaired of ever receiving one of the few available scholarships. Then Dad got laid off from the mine. Seems that his memory problems had gotten bad enough that the management of the mine felt that he was becoming a hazard both to himself and the other miners - making frequent mistakes and forgetting to follow even the most basic safety procedures. So - no job - and early retirement on a small disability pension. Money had been tight before, now it was even worse and Mom had to make weekly trips to the food pantry over in Terry Junction to get enough essentials to keep halfway decent meals on the table at our house. And if that wasn't bad enough, both Jaden and I began receiving responses to the scholarship applications we had been submitting. They were pretty much all the same - thanked us for the application, said that while we were qualified there just weren't enough scholarships to be able to offer one to all qualified applicants, and wished us the best of luck in our future endeavors. "Future endeavors" - HA! Getting a job in the coal mines if we were lucky and watching our parents slowly die? All in all, a really depressing and gloomy time. Then I received a thick FedEx envelope. Going out into the garage where I had a little privacy, I tore open the envelope and began to read. It was from the Federal Health Institutes and invited me to participate in a study of "Production of Alzheimer's Reversing Factors in Males" - about the only words I understood in that were "Alzheimer's" and "Males." As I skimmed through the thick packet of papers several words caught my attention: "multi-year study"; "all expenses paid"; "unique educational opportunity"; and "reversible changes." Man, this all sounded too complicated for me so I hid the envelope and brought up the subject with Jaden at school the next day: "Uh, how was your day yesterday," I asked. "Not bad, yours?" "OK. Uh get any mail?" "Like a FedEx package from the FHI?" Okay, that made me feel better, someone else had received the same package. So I asked, "Like, did you understand it all?" "I spent most of the evening reading through it. You?" "Not really." "Well, sounds like we're being invited to participate in a medical study where they want us to go off and live in a special school where they can give us drugs that will stimulate us to produce milk that they can collect and use for some special tests." "Produce milk? Like cows or girls do?" "I dunno. They weren't too clear about that." "So, why would I want them to do stuff like that to me?" "Uh, you didn't read the part where everything is free? And you get to go to a pretty good high school? And we maybe don't end up working in the mines? And the study might help my Mom and your Dad?" That got my attention so Jaden and I talked it over and decided that it wouldn't hurt to at least learn more about the study so we both filled out the applications enclosed in the envelopes, including a multi-page medical history form that also gave the FHI full access to any and all of our medical data. We got our parents to sign everything (Kinda told them that it was just another scholarship application and they didn't have to read everything - just sign the last sheet), and mailed our applications back in the return envelopes provided. And then we waited. And waited. And waited. After about a month when we hadn't heard anything we decided that maybe the whole thing was a joke or something, or maybe we had been rejected, or whatever, and pretty much forgot about the study. And then one morning at school a runner came to our classroom and handed the teacher a note that said that Jaden and I had a visitor waiting for us in the office. So we're slowly walking through the hallways on our way to the office, trying to think of what we had done to get in trouble so we could make up an excuse. We were ushered into the small conference room off the Principal's office to meet a guy in a business suit who looked like he belonged more in Washington, DC than in Abney, WV. He got right to the point, telling us that our applications to participate in the FHI study had been approved and he wanted to work out a few details with us. I was about to, like, jump up and blurt out, "Where do I sign?" when Jaden said, "Thank you. But we?re not sure that we want to participate.? The guy got a funny look on his face, like no one had ever said that to him before, and after a moment asked, ?Well then, what are your concerns?? I?m like kicking Jaden under the table to try to get him to stop screwing things up, but he ignored me and said, ?Well, you know that my Mom and Ethan?s Dad have Alzheimer?s. We?d like to get them at the top of the list to get this cure or whatever it is that you?re working on.? The guy sort of nodded like that wouldn?t be a problem and Jaden continued, ?And our folks really don?t have much money so it would be nice if you could sort of, like, help them out. $2,000 a month would be nice," and he paused for a moment before continuing, ?But $2,500 a month would be even better. Yeah, that?s it, $3,000 a month.? The guy looked like he?d just eaten a lemon but he agreed and we signed a bunch of papers and took some more to get our parents to sign and mail in, and then we were done. As we were walking back to our classroom I asked Jaden, ?How did you have the balls to ask the guy for all that shit?? ?I?ve got an uncle who sells used cars," he replied. After that we were just marking time till the end of the school year and then getting through the summer vacation till it would be time to head off to our new high school. Freshman Year ? After all the uncertainty about what we?d be doing after Elementary school, packing up and heading off to the new high school was kind of a letdown. The instructions that Jaden and I had been sent just told us to pack a few personal items and a few changes of clothes. Each of us would have our own furnished room, all the books and study materials (including a laptop) would be provided, and we?d be able to pick up clothing and any other personal items that we needed at the school. So we just packed a few changes of clothes, and that was it. Bus tickets were provided that would get us from our small towns over to Wheeling, WV, and a chartered bus would pick us up there and take us to the school about 65 miles outside of Wheeling ? the whole trip was going to pretty much fill up a whole day. The bus that Jaden and I rode on picked up boys in several other nearby towns before heading off to Wheeling. We had a late lunch at the bus terminal and spent several hours before the charter picked up our group that had grown to about 50 or so by that time. We left late in the afternoon, ate a box meal on the bus, and arrived at the school several hours after dark ? pretty tired from the long day. Jaden and I knew a couple of the other boys so we sat together on the bus, just talking, playing cards, and napping occasionally. Once we arrived at the school it was pretty dark and we couldn?t see too much except a small guard shack with a sign that said ?Welcome to Center #4," and another sign that read ?Proper Identification Required.? The driver showed some papers to the security guard who opened a gate in the chain link fence and waved us through. Once through the fence we drove for 10 or 15 minutes through empty fields before we were dropped off at a large building. There were a number of folks waiting for us as we got off the bus, asking our names and checking their clipboard to see what quarters we had been assigned to. Jaden and I and two of the other boys, Gage and Taylor from Bone Lick, had been assigned to Cottage 17 which was about a five minute walk from the large building. I don?t know what the other boys were expecting but Cottage 17 was not what I had expected ? a medium-sized one story building with a single entrance that required us to use the individual photo key cards we had been given as we alighted from the bus. Entering the cottage we found ourselves in a large central room with several lounge areas, two large flat panel TVs on the walls, a small kitchenette and four doors that led to ?Suites.? Jaden and I found that we had been assigned to ?Suite 1," which again needed our keycards to enter, and once inside we found a bathroom, a small study area with two desks, and doors that led to our individual bedrooms ? Room A had my name on the door and Room B, Ethan?s. Each bedroom contained a bed, dresser and nightstand, and several chairs. Everything looked new and the whole cottage had that faint aroma of fresh paint. By that time both Jaden and I were pretty tired so we unpacked what little we had brought, went out into the central area, looked around, checked out the kitchenette and found the refrigerator and cupboards well stocked with food and snacks so we each fixed a microwave pizza and grabbed a couple of drinks from the refrigerator. While we ate we talked a little with Gage and Taylor who had also come out of their Suite to explore, and then Jaden and I went off to our bedrooms, where I fell asleep as soon as I stripped down to my briefs and crawled between the covers. The next morning I woke up with my usual erection and since I was by myself for a change, I daydreamed about Cora and her big floppy tits while I jerked off. That task completed I just lay there in bed for a moment, thinking about how quiet it was, and how far away my family was, and all of a sudden I started to feel really, really homesick and felt tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I think I would have begun crying if I hadn?t heard a knock on my bedroom door at that moment and Jaden?s voice asking, ?Ethan, you awake? I?m hungry. You want to get breakfast?? Man, I was so happy to hear a friendly voice, even if it was only Jaden, that I had this urge to jump out of bed, run over and open the door and hug him. But I didn?t. ?Yeah, just a minute," I called out as I pulled my shirt and then my jeans back on over my stained briefs. Going out into the main room we headed for the kitchenette where we found some stuff for breakfast ? if you like microwave oatmeal and those tiny little microwave containers of eggs, potatoes and bacon. ?Better than nothing," I thought as I microwaved three of them. As we were eating Jaden handed me a large manila envelope marked ?Ethan?s Schedule? and then opened an envelope with his name on it. ?Where did this come from? I asked. ?On the desk outside your bedroom," he answered between mouthfuls of some brown mushy stuff, ?Last night they told us to read through it first thing. You don?t remember?? ?Guess not," I said as I poked the greasy eggs and potatoes around on my plate, trying to decide whether I was really hungry enough to eat them. So anyway, we read through our schedules and found that for the rest of the week we were scheduled for ?Physical Exams and Orientation," and that we were due at the Medical Clinic over at the main building in about fifteen minutes, so I ate a little of the stuff on my plate, brushed my teeth quickly, combed some of the worse tangles out of my long hair and we headed over to the main building. As we approached the building in the daylight, we could see the words ?FHI Educational Center #4? in large letters just below the edge of the roof. Once inside and in the Medical Clinic wing, the exam started out okay with just the usual height, weight, etc. measurements, but then started to go downhill when the nurse (a cute young woman) told me to strip to my briefs and then smiled and said, ?Guess you?ve already got started on the semen sample," as she looked at the stains on my briefs. It got really embarrassing when they had me sit down in a chair and hold out my arm and I saw the nurse holding this big needle and realized they were going to take a blood sample. I remember feeling a little warm and dizzy and then I woke up lying on my back on the floor and someone was waving an ammonia thingie under my nose and asking me if I felt better. Worse, about fifteen or twenty of the other guys were standing around watching the whole thing. Oh well, I managed to get through a whole day?s worth of tests including the one where they tell you to lean forward over the examining table and spread your legs. Man, I didn?t even know that I had a prostate, let alone how they examined it. I let out a squeal when I felt the nurse?s finger (at least it was a male nurse this time) slide up inside me. Jaden and I linked up with Gage and Taylor, and two more residents of Cottage 17, Kaleb and Owen at the end of the afternoon and spent several hours exploring the large central building (which was appropriately named ?Central?). In addition to the Administrative wing where the Clinic was located, there was the Educational wing where all our classes would be held and the Recreational wing with: workout rooms; swimming pool; athletic courts; a small food court and several movie theatres. I guess that Kaleb was into weightlifting as we couldn?t leave the wing till we?d found the Exercise Room and he?d had a chance to check out some of the equipment. The final wing was the Commercial wing, smaller than the others, which had a number of small shops offering books, clothing, personal items, a barber shop/hair salon and stuff like that. The nice thing about all this was that everything was free ? all we had to do when we wanted something was just to tap our ID badges on a scanner as we left the store. Pretty neat! Anyway, after several hours of exploring we were kind of tired and hungry so we found our way back to the food court and spent an hour or two just talking while we consumed pizza and soda before heading back to our cottage and packing it in for the day. The next day, the last one before classes started, was ?orientation? ? which was pretty much just a long list of things we could and couldn?t do. The half hour session that talked about the ?clinical study? really got our attention. That was where some guy in a white lab coat told us how we would be receiving medications that would stimulate our ability to produce breast milk. Most of us started squirming nervously in our seats at hearing that but were somewhat comforted as he continued, ??.. and you will likely see some growth of breast tissue but in most cases this will be minor and should be reversible at the end of the study.? Then he got to the part where he talked about how, ??.. you will be given one or more types of pills to be taken on a daily basis, and then once a week you will be receiving a booster shot.? The idea of getting a shot, with a NEEDLE, once a week made me really nervous. Especially since some of the guys had started calling me ?The Fainter? after what happened when they started to draw a blood sample from me. ?That?s okay," Gage whispered as he elbowed me, ?Taylor and I will stand next to you and catch you when you pass out.? Thanks a lot guys! The first day of classes was actually really great. Compared with the crappy elementary school, everything in the educational wing was modern and new. We spent most of the day touring the classrooms, lecture halls and labs and going through our individual schedules to make sure that we knew what rooms we were supposed to be in at what time. Partway through the day the last two residents of Cottage 17 joined us ? Elijah and Colton ? who had gotten really lost in their bus transfers, had only arrived in the early hours of the morning, and had been rushed through their physical exams and orientation so they could join us. They seemed nice even though they were kind of an odd couple. Elijah was a tall, skinny oriental kid with slanted eyes, long straight black hair and yellowish-tan skin. Colton was pretty much the opposite with curly reddish hair, blue eyes ?.. and, well, he was fat! He must have weighed over two hundred and as he walked you could see a pretty good sized pair of ?moobs? bouncing on his chest. Gage nudged me and said, ?Wow, if the pills they give him make those things any bigger they?ll be dragging on the floor," and we both laughed at that. A soon as I got a chance, I bought (well, just tapped my badge) some more clothes to replace the worn hand-me-downs that I?d brought with me. I guess that Jaden?s folks hadn?t paid any attention to the suggestion that we only bring a couple of changes of clothing with us as he?d brought two large suitcases stuffed with clothes along with him. Which, I guess, wasn?t a problem, except that they were all hand-me-downs from, get this, his older sisters! So here?s Jaden with a closet full of girl?s clothing. Oh, it wasn?t like the ?Pink Rules!? kind but the slacks and blouses were obviously girl?s clothes. Didn?t seem to bother Jaden any as he wore them just as if it was common for a boy to wear his older sister?s cast-offs. Got some stares from the other guys the first couple of days but after that everyone pretty much ignored them. So, things settled into a routine. Classes six days a week filled our days, leaving us the evenings to study ? usually with the other guys in the cottage ? and on Sunday?s to relax, use the facilities in the Rec. Wing, or whatever. One Sunday Jaden and I were over in the Rec. Wing in the afternoon chowing down on some burgers and fries in the food court and Jaden looked over at me and asked, ?Does it itch?? ?Itch? Does what itch?? ?Your head. You?ve been scratching it all afternoon.? I thought about it and realized that, yeah, there was an itchy spot that I had been scratching, so I nodded. ?Doesn?t surprise me. Looks like you haven?t washed and shampooed it in a long time. Why don?t we work on it when we get back to the cottage. At least it won?t itch anymore.? So when we got back to the cottage Jaden rummaged around in his bedroom and came out with some bottles that he gave me with instructions on what to do with them ? stuff like deep cleansing shampoo, conditioner, mousse and some other stuff I didn?t recognize. So anyway I did as instructed, got out of the shower, dried off, pulled on just a pair of briefs and came into Jaden?s bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed while he sat behind me, wearing a pair of tan panties, and did stuff to my hair. At first it involved a lot of tugging (hurt a little) and then combing and brushing, and then trimming with scissors, and more combing and more trimming, and finally he was done. ?See what you think," he said as he handed me a mirror. ?Holy Shit," I gasped. What had been a tangled mass of blond hair now fell in gentle waves to just above my shoulders, framing my face and emphasizing my blue eyes. ?With a little work, see how pretty you can look," Jaden said, and then, realizing what he had just said, blushed and stammered, ? Uh, I mean, uh, like, uh, how much better it looks.? He should have let it go at that, but he continued, ?And I?ll be glad to help you keep it looking nice, and ?..? his voice tapered off as he saw the look on my face and he blushed even more. I figured I?d better put the poor guy out of his misery so I said, ?No problem. Thanks for the help. And it doesn?t hardly itch at all anymore," and we both laughed a little at that and went out into the main room to watch some TV. While I was nervous about the shots that we?ve been receiving every Monday afternoon after classes were over for the day, it turns out that they didn?t bother me as much as I thought they would. The first couple of weeks I?d just close my eyes and not even look at the needle. But, like, it hardly hurt at all, so then I?d occasionally glance over at it and then even got to the point where I?d watch the nurse prepare the injection, scrub my arm with an alcohol patch, insert the needle and depress the plunger, and then put a bandaid over the spot. No big deal at all, and the other boys quit calling me ?the fainter.? The only thing was that for a couple of hours after the shot my stomach would be a little upset and I?d feel kinda sweaty, but that soon passed. And the two pills I took every day with breakfast were no big deal either so after several months I was beginning to wonder whether there was anything to this medical study after all. I don?t have a cellphone, but even if I did it wouldn?t have made any difference as some of the guys who brought cellphones told us that the reception was so crappy that they were basically useless ? unless you used the Center?s Wi-Fi. I was in my bedroom working on a reading assignment when I heard, ?AARRRGGGGHHHHH! This damn Wi-Fi sucks," coming from Jaden?s bedroom so I closed the book I was reading, and wandered over into his bedroom where he was sitting on his bed, holding his iPad, and with a look of frustration on his face. ?Problem," I asked. ?Got no problem connecting to the campus network," he answered, ?But getting outside to Facebook or the NY Times or most other sites really sucks.? Now I have to admit that I hadn?t had access to a computer or smartphone at home so I?d never gotten into the habit of using those things as much as some of the other boys at the Center. But the one or two times that I?d tried to log onto a site using a borrowed device since arriving I hadn?t had any problem. ?I could connect," I ventured. ?Yeah. So can I. But then I can?t get much. Like, the connection will be so slow as to be almost useless, or some pages won?t load at all, or when they do they?re garbled. Look at what happens when I try to connect to my hometown newspaper?s site.? I moved over and looked over his shoulder as he clicked on a bookmark and within a split second the front page of the Terry Junction Advocate popped up on the screen. ?Looks okay to me," I said. ?Yeah, but now see what happens when I try to read some of the stories.? As he clicked on several links in the home page the message ?HTTP Error 404 - File or Directory not found" kept popping up ? except for a couple of pages that contained recipes for how to make venison jerky. ?Damn thing almost acts like it?s being filtered or something.? ?Or you just got a shitty computer," I responded. Jaden scowled at me and went back to tapping away at his computer?s screen as I wandered back to my room, listening to his continuing complaints. As Christmas approached most all of the boys were making plans to leave the center and spend a couple of weeks with their families. Like most of them I was looking forward to seeing my folks and friends from elementary school, and had gotten a few presents for my family. So during the long bus ride back to Abney I was anticipating several weeks of fun. Turns out I was wrong. The minute I stepped off the bus I realized I?d forgotten how rundown and dirty Abney was. And the whole place had a sort of burning sulfur smell from the coal used to heat all the houses. And when my brothers saw me in my clean clothes and long wavy blond hair, they started kidding me about becoming a ?fancy boy.? And I couldn?t bear the thought of sleeping in the same bed with them (even though they now had a huge flat screen TV in their bedroom) so I ended up sleeping on the sofa (they should have spent some of the FHI money on furniture) ? or trying to sleep as the sofa was lumpy and uncomfortable. I was also pretty depressing because Dad had gotten worse since I left ? rambling around the house mumbling incoherently. So after several days I just felt like I didn?t fit in any more and longed to get back to the comfort, cleanliness and companionship of the other boys at the center. So I lied that I had a school project that was due shortly, had to leave early to get back and finish it up, changed my return bus tickets, and left Abney to return to the center. On the bus I was thinking about how I?d been looking forward to getting back to Abney, and then how disappointed I?d been once I arrived. Yeah, I did still miss my folks, but I?d made lots of other friends at the Center. And life there was certainly a lot more pleasant than life in a small coal mining town. And pretty much anything I wanted from books, to clothing, to movies, to sports, to video games and more was available at the Center, plus there was a really great school and it was all free. So the closer I got to the end of the bus ride the happier I was. When I got back to the Center, Gage and Taylor were the only ones there and they spent most of the time in their suite by themselves so it was pretty lonely. But I was pleasantly surprised when Jaden also returned early from his visit home and walked into our suite and surprised me as I?d just stepped out of the shower. Without thinking, I threw my arms around him and hugged him, breaking off only when I realized that I was hugging another guy ? and I was naked! As I blushed and grabbed a towel to cover myself up, Jaden laughed and said, ?You haven?t got anything I haven?t seen before.? And then he got this wicked smile on his face as he continued, ?It?s just a little bigger than usual.? And I looked down and realized that I had this big erection poking out from under the towel and I blushed even harder as we both laughed and I quickly rearranged the towel. Jaden and I exchanged presents on Christmas ? nothing really big or expensive ? just two friends trading gifts. Jaden was into Star Trek so I had gotten him a complete set of the Star Trek TV series on DVDs. He looked a little embarrassed as he handed me my present as he mumbled something about, ??.. hope it?s not too personal.? It sure was personal, as I found when I opened it and found several pairs of girl?s panties and some girl?s blouses. ?Hope I got the sizes right," he mumbled, and then continued, ?I noticed you staring at mine and thought you might like some of your own.? I didn?t know what to say, yeah, I had been staring at some of the clothes that Jaden wore, his sister?s hand-me-downs, but I hadn?t really thought about wearing anything like that myself. Or had I? I remembered how I?d wondered what it would feel like to wear things like that? But I didn?t want to hurt his feelings so I thanked him but told him that I wanted to save them for a special occasion as I put them in the closet and dresser in my bedroom. Things were pretty quiet for the remainder of the Christmas holidays at the center, but right after New Year?s things perked up. All of us boys had to attend a ?Mammary Massage Training Session (?Mammary Massage? wonder who thought that one up). Anyway, it was a series of massage exercises that we were supposed to do to our chest twice a day, morning and evening, for about fifteen minutes. Guess it was supposed to stimulate something - that is if there was anything there to stimulate. Even with the pills and shots I hadn?t noticed any change in my chest or in Jaden?s (well, we did share a bathroom, after all), except that my nipples seemed to itch a little these days, and would be a little sore for a short time after the massages. Actually I was beginning to wonder whether the whole trial might be a failure, and was hoping that it wasn?t because I sure didn?t want to go back to Abney. Well, I guess that the trial couldn?t be a complete failure as something had an effect on Colton ? his ?moobs? had at least doubled in size and now strained against the fabric of his shirt ? bouncing and flopping around as he moved around. Talk about gross! But the two massage sessions weren?t all that bad as I?d do them before I got out of bed in the morning, and then after I climbed into bed in the evening. And I?d combine them with a more pleasurable massage ? jerking off ? sort of a ?Mammary Masturbation Massage.? Big fight in the cottage last night. Don?t know what started it but we heard loud voices and then yelling and shouting coming from Colton?s and Elijah?s suite last night, and then the fight moved out into the main area with the two of them yelling at each other. Apparently Elijah felt Colton was a fat slob who didn?t bathe often enough. And Colton was making disparaging remarks about Elijah?s oriental looks and feminine habits. After several minutes of shouting Colton ?lost it? and started grabbing whatever was within reach and throwing it at Elijah. Luckily, Colton couldn?t hit the broad side of a barn and Elijah was able to duck the objects thrown at him. A few minutes later a resident supervisor showed up at the cottage and escorted Colton out the door. (I hadn?t realized it before but I guess all the cottages have video surveillance of the main area and when Colton?s tantrum was observed over in the center?s Administrative Wing a supervisor was sent to intervene.) Things quieted down after that and when we returned to the cottage from classes that afternoon, all of Colton?s stuff had been moved out of his suite so I guess that he?s ?history.? Other than Colton getting kicked out there wasn?t a lot of excitement that spring and we were all pretty busy finishing up our projects and studying for final exams as the end of our Freshman year was rapidly approaching. The seven remaining members of Cottage 17 were having a ?pizza and Star Trek? evening in the main area at the cottage one night when I realized that Taylor was sneaking glances at me. ?What?? I asked. ?Uh, you spill something?? He came back. I looked down and saw a small wet spot on the front of my shirt. I brushed it with my fingertips to see whether it was just a drop or two of the soda that I?d been drinking and the wet spot got larger. I was, like, ?Huh, that?s funny," and then it dawned on me, I hadn?t spilled soda, something was leaking out of me! In embarrassment I quickly got up, went back to the bathroom in our suite, pulled off my shirt and watched as a small drop of liquid formed on my left nipple. Holy Shit! I was producing milk ? or something. There was no way I was going to let the other boys know what was happening so I dried myself off, put a couple of Band-Aids over the nipple to collect any additional liquid, pulled my shirt back on, went back into the main room and continued watching Star Trek as if nothing had happened. When I went to bed that night I checked the Band- Aids and they were dry so I assumed (hoped, really) that whatever it was had stopped. When I woke up the next morning however, the Band-Aids over the nipple were wet, and there was a small wet spot on the bed where my other nipple had rested so I went over to Medical Clinic before school and asked if I could see the doctor. Turns out he wasn?t in yet, but they said I could see one of the nurses. I wasn?t wild about talking to a nurse about my nipples but I didn?t want to come back later so I agreed. In the examining room she scanned my badge to call up my medical records, examined my nipples ? tweaking them gently which produced a small drop of liquid from one of them ? went back to her laptop and clicked through several more screens. She then turned to me with a smile, ?What you?re seeing is normal and is a result of the medications that you?ve been taking. In fact, except for one other boy, you?re the last one in your cottage to start lactating.? I let that sink in for a moment and then asked in a shaky voice, ?Uh, lactating, does that mean that ?..," and my voice trailed off. ?Yes. You?ve begun to produce milk, but only in very tiny amounts. And as the treatment continues your flow should increase.? She reached into a drawer, fumbled around a bit and then brought out and handed me a small box. ?For the time being, you?re not producing enough to collect but you can stick these absorbent pads over your nipples if you wish so that you don?t make a mess. Any other questions?? More questions? Ha, I was having trouble just thinking through everything that she?d just told me so I shook my head, left the clinic, and headed off to my first class. Sophomore Year ? Except for Taylor and Owen, none of the other boys left to spend time with their families that summer, the rest of us in Cottage 17 stayed at the Center through July and August, taking a few classes just for fun, enjoying the sun and warm weather of the short West Virginia summers, and just relaxing. Several weeks into July, Gage packed up his few belongings and left the Center. The official reason was that he?d decided to drop out of the study, but the other guys in the cottage (including me) had noticed that he?d never started using the nipple pads that the rest of us were now wearing all the time and we wondered whether he?d ever been able to produce any milk and thus had been kicked out of the study. Shortly after that the name plates on the Suites in the Cottage were rearranged to: Suite A ? Ethan (me) and Jaden; Suite B ? Elijah and Taylor; Suite C ? Kaleb and Owen, leaving Suite D empty. Even though all of us had been really embarrassed when milk first started leaking from our nipples and had begun using the absorbent pads to hide the leakage, as the summer wore on and all the remaining boys at the Center had the same ?problem? we became less concerned about hiding it. When the hot days of July and August arrived most of us began just wearing just a pair of shorts and sandals around the campus. The first time we saw each other exposed above the waist with the white absorbent pads stuck over our nipples, they looked so gross that within several days not an absorbent pad was to be seen. An occasional drop of milk at the tip of a nipple, or even a few drops trickling down a tanned chest to soak into our shorts was so common that it caused no us embarrassment. Jaden and I were watching a DVD in the cottage?s central room last night. The air conditioning in the cottage wasn?t working and we had all the windows open but it was still pretty warm so Jaden was just wearing a pair of panties, and I a pair of briefs. I?d just shampooed my hair and Jaden was helping me comb and brush it out so we were sitting next to each other. After Jaden finished with my hair, and without really thinking about it I shifted over so I was sitting up against him and after several minutes laid my head on his shoulder, enjoying the fresh clean fragrance of the conditioner on my hair, and the feeling of being close to Jaden. My hand was resting on his thigh and I slowly moved it up and placed it over the bulge in the front of his panties, enjoying feeling the warmth and the hardness of his cock through the thin fabric as Jaden put his arm around my shoulders and drew my body against his. I was wondering whether Jaden would mind if I slipped my hand down into his panties and played with his dick when Kaleb walked into the room, saw the two of us snuggling up on the couch, and said, ?Hey guys. Come on. Go get a room if you?re going to do that.? Embarrassed, Jaden and I pulled apart and finished watching the DVD. When it was over we drifted off to our suite, where we jerked each other off. I mean, like, we hadn?t planned to do it, it just sort of happened. When we got into our suite neither of us felt like going to bed yet and the rooms were sort of hot and stuffy so we opened the windows in hopes a breeze would cool things down and went into my bedroom, sat on the bed, and just chatted for awhile. The pauses in our conversation became longer and longer and finally we were just sitting there, looking at each other and not saying anything, so finally I slid over to Jaden, put my arms around him and pulled his sweaty body against mine. That was all it took to set us off and within seconds we were lying on my bed, bodies pressed up against each other, legs intertwined as we reached down and fondled the bulge in the other?s crotch. Jaden was the first to slip his hand into my shorts and place it around my dick and I immediately did the same to him. Oh man, I?d never had my hand around another guy?s dick and it felt so hot and big and hard that I couldn?t resist stroking it as it swelled even more. Soon both of us were stroking each other as fast as we could and we soon came, spraying cum on our bodies. Exhausted at that point, we soon fell asleep in each other?s arms. When we awoke next morning, I think neither of us was sure how to act as we were a little embarrassed about what we?d done the night before. But after several minutes Jaden broke the silence by asking, ?You want to shower now or should I go first?? And that was just so, like, matter of fact that we both laughed a little and raced each other to the shower ? he won. ?Think they?re a pair?? Jaden whispered in my ear as we were walking from one class to another. ?Huh? What?? I asked, not sure what he was talking about. ?Taylor and Elijah," he responded, ?There, ahead of us.? I looked up and saw Taylor and Elijah walking about ten feet in front of us, their bodies close to each other and, yes ? they were holding hands. ?I guess," I said, ?Good for them. They?re both nicer than their previous roommates.? ?Ya got that? Jaden responded, continuing, ?And are we a pair?? ?What?? I asked, ?You hinting that you want to date someone else," and I nudged him with my elbow and we both laughed. I guess the changes occurred so slowly that we didn?t notice them at first but by the end of the summer it was obvious that the areas around our nipples had changed. Instead of having small, flat brown nipples on our flat pecs, we now had slightly thicker and puffy pink nipples sitting atop the soft swellings which had replaced our flat pecs. Now the swellings weren?t, like, huge or anything, but there were these two soft areas that would jiggle just a little when we were running or shooting baskets on one of the courts. Shortly after all the boys who had left to spend time with their families in the summer returned, the Clinic scheduled a series of small group training sessions on, get this, ?Breast Pumping!? The first part of the all-morning session was really boring. Like, this fat old nurse stood up in front of us for almost an hour and slowly read EACH AND EVERY WORD from a PowerPoint presentation on how to use a breast pump ? stopping frequently and turning to look at us to see whether we were giving her our full attention. So, like, a roomful of 30 boys was sitting there fidgeting and trying to stay awake. The only halfway interesting part was when she got to the cautions, which included: ?Do not drive while pumping.? ?Never use while pregnant, as pumping can induce labor.? Clearly whoever developed the presentation didn?t have a group of teenage boys in mind! After the fat old dame finished we took a short pee break and then things got more interesting. When we returned to the classroom there was a stack of boxes on a table, labeled ?Harmony Breast Pumps? and we were told to each pick up one. In place of the fat old dame there were about five younger nurses in the room and they broke us up into groups of six where we opened our boxes and unpacked the contents which mainly consisted of a bottle thing with a kind of suction cup on it and some sort of lever. The nurse for our group asked for volunteers and when no one said anything, she looked at my badge and said, ?Ethan, thanks for volunteering. Come over here by me," and she proceeded to talk about how the breast pump worked and how to use it. By the time she was ready to demonstrate it on me I?d developed a serious problem. Like, it was pretty warm outside that day and I?d only put on a pair of sandals and a pair of hiking shorts that were a little small and that fitted tightly to my body. If it was warm outside it was even warmer in the classroom and the nurse for our group was in her early twenties, plus she had a really big pair of breasts, plus the top couple buttons of her uniform were unbuttoned and you could see her breasts swelling out of the opening and there was a sheen of sweat on the exposed soft white skin and I?m sitting there looking at her tits and smelling her warm damp fragrance and I?m getting, like, the mother of all erections. So I?m squirming around a little and trying to shift my dick around in my tight shorts to get a little more comfortable ? without anyone noticing of course ? especially the cute young nurse with the big tits. I almost had everything under control until she put her hand over my left nipple, cupped the soft flesh beneath it, and then gently rubbed the nipple for several seconds, causing it to swell up and get hard. Then she put the suction cup part over my nipple and squeezed the handle on the bottle a couple of times. Oh man, the feeling of that thing sucking on my nipple was all it took and I groaned a little and shot jet after jet of hot cum into my shorts. The nurse realized what had happened as she looked down at the large wet spot developing on the front of my shorts and said, ?Why Ethan, I see you?re getting a pretty good flow down there? as the other guys in the group burst out laughing and I blushed bright red. After that she had the other guys try out their breast pumps and then told us to practice pumping several times a day, explaining that we probably wouldn?t get more than a few drops of milk every time, but that the flow should increase over time. For the rest of the day guys kept whispering as they passed me in the halls, ?Hey Ethan, how?s your pumping? You getting a good flow?? Several weeks after the breast pump training session, our medication schedule was changed ? we were still getting the weekly shots but a second pill was added to the one we were taking daily. I don?t know whether it was the medication or not, but I?d noticed recently that I seemed to have less body hair than I?d remembered. Now I?d never had a lot of hair, but I used to m have a wispy beard and had been shaving every week or so, but now I couldn?t even remember when I?d shaved the last time, and in place of the wispy facial hair I now had just a little light fuzz on my face hardly noticeable at all. And the same for my arms ? just a little ?peach fuzz," I?d heard it called. Most of the guys were probably like me after that training session with the breast pump, I just stuck it on the dresser in my bedroom and pretty much forgot about it ? why bother with it for just a few drops a day. But as the school year continued I noticed that an occasional drop or two had become several drops, and then several drops had become a small spoonful, and having that much milk leaking from your nipples was pretty messy. So rather than changing absorbent pads all the time, or having the front of my shirt continually wet with my milk, I started using the breast pump in the morning. It took me a couple of days to get things figured out but then I could pump myself in the morning and that would carry me through the day with no leaking problems, and then pump myself again at night. The Clinic had given each of us a box of storage bags, individually bar- coded, and we had been told that once we had gotten to the point where we were pumping at least one ounce of milk at a time, we should empty it into a storage bag, place that in a small refrigerator designated for milk collection in each cottage, and a courier would stop by several times a day to pick up any bags in the refrigerator. Well, by October I was producing about an ounce in the morning and a bit less at night so I started using the bags. While our class schedule did include Phys. Ed. three times a week, we could select which activity we wanted to participate in from a number of choices. In our freshman year it seemed like almost all of us went for things like basketball, handball, boxing, and wrestling ? the more physical sports. But by halfway into our sophomore year it seemed that most of us had switched over to yoga, jazzercise and Pilates. In my case I switched after one boxing class where a hard punch to the chest left my left nipple all swollen and sore and with even a little blood in the milk from that side for over a week. Another factor in the shift from one type of activity to another was the clothing ? instead of ugly floppy gym shorts and t-shirts we could now select from a wide range of styles - sleeveless and tank tops, paired with leggings, tights and Capri?s ? in a wide range of pretty colors. Yeah, they were girl?s exercise clothes, but they were still more comfortable than our boy?s gym clothes. A few of the guys would just find a size that fit them and grab any available color. But Jaden and I spent quite a bit of time selecting our colors and combinations so that we looked really nice. It was about that time that I started wearing those blouses and panties that Jaden had given me. I liked the way the soft fabric of the blouses didn?t irritate my tender nipples the way the rough cotton of my shirts did. And I liked the smooth feel of the panties against my skin. Sometimes when I was getting dressed in the morning I?d stand in front of the mirror wearing just my panties and a blouse. I?d look at the big bulge my dick made in my panties, and the way my nipples showed through the thin fabric of the blouse and think, ?Man, you are one HOT guy!? By mid-winter I found that I was now producing about 30 ounces of milk a day! THIRTY OUNCES ? that?s like almost a quart of milk a day. One thing the clothing that we were now wearing to Phys. Ed. showed was how our bodies had ?developed.? Yeah, we had been told that there would be some ??.. enlargement of the breasts ?..? but it was one thing to hear it and something else entirely to actually experience it. Jaden and I had of course seen each other in our suite, but except for Jaden I was still sort of embarrassed about what my chest looked like now and had done my best to hide the changes under loose-fitting shirts and bulky sweaters whenever I was outside of our suite. Now that almost all the boys were wearing the prettier, but also form-fitting, gym clothes it was obvious how we had all developed breasts. Now, mine weren?t huge or anything ? Jaden and I had been checking out some size charts on the internet and figured that we were both almost A-cup size. But it was still kind of embarrassing the first week or so that I wore the new gym attire and my small A-cups were clearly revealed to the other boys as they bouncing on my chest as I exercised. At least I wasn?t as large as a couple of the other guys that appeared to be full A-cups or even larger. Good News! I got several letters from Mom informing me that Dad had been accepted into a study of an experimental treatment for Alzheimer?s. Not too much was said to them about the study other than being told that it involved treatment with a factor that offered the possibility of reversing the changes of Alzheimer?s. Mom was really excited because Dad was the only one in our small town that had been accepted into the study and she couldn?t get over how lucky they were. I didn?t tell her that there wasn?t any luck involved. Junior Year ? After that time when Jaden and I first slept together, we began sleeping together occasionally, and then more often, and now almost every night. Yeah, it?s fun to jerk each other off but we don?t do that all the time. Most of the time we just enjoy snuggling up to each other. And then there?s the added attraction of our breasts. Clearly Jaden (and me for that matter) isn?t in the same class as Cora, but his soft, pointy breasts are a real turn on to look at, run my hands over, and feel pressing against my body as we snuggle ? and the feeling is mutual. Sometimes we?ll just play with each other?s breasts instead of our dicks. The first time he licked my breasts and then gently sucked on them it got me so turned on that I came without him even touching my cock. I?m not sure what I expected our breast milk to taste like, but the first time I sucked a few drops from Jaden?s breasts I was surprised how sweet and creamy it tasted. Of course, there was that time when he ate a whole garlic pizza while we were watching TV and ?.. uh ?.. all I can say is that garlic-flavored breast milk doesn?t do anything for me. But the Clinic keeps track of the breast milk that each of us is producing so we don?t want to go overboard with the sucking bit. Not that many of the guys now took the opportunity to leave the Center this summer to spend some time with their friends and family. I overheard part of a conversation between Luke and Jacob from Cottage 14 that went something like: L: ?So you didn?t spend much more time at home than I did?? J: ?Naw, other than seeing my folks for a couple of days it was kind of a drag. After a couple of years I don?t have much in common with the kids in my hometown anymore.? L: ?Yeah, me too. Most of mine are just interested in dropping out of school as soon as they can, and getting a job in the mines or with the highway department that will pay enough to allow them to get drunk every weekend.? J: ?Mine too. Sure was funny watching one of my friends try to pick up some 30-year old babe in the parking lot, though. Turns out she was a hooker and he didn?t realize it till she got him so drunk that he passed out and she walked off with his wallet.? L: ?Teach him a lesson, I guess.? J: ?Not sure that he?s that smart. Plus there?s that other thing.? L: ?Other thing?? J: ?Yeah, you know, our tits.? L: ?Yeah. No matter how I tried to hide them, everyone was always staring at my chest to see if they could figure out how big they were. And they kept telling me how ?pretty? I looked. A real bummer.? J: ?At least here nobody bugs you about how you look.? L: ?And the food?s better than what my Mom cooks???.? And then they wandered off and I couldn?t hear the rest. But their experiences pretty much were about the same as the rest of us the last time we left the Center. We just don?t have much in common with our old friends any more. I guess the Staff here does listen to our complaints, at least some of the time anyway. Back when we first had to start pumping our milk the hand pumps weren?t too bad, like, it would take us maybe ten minutes or so on each breast but we only had to do that several times a day. Now that we?re producing more milk most of us are having to pump every two or three hours. Now, we?re past the ?embarrassment thing? and if I?m sitting in class and really feel the need to pump myself, I can just fumble around in my backpack, pull out my hand pump, lift up my shirt/sweater/blouse to expose one of my breasts, fit the breastshield over one of my nipples and begin pumping away. When I?m done with that breast I can switch to the other breast and when I?ve emptied that one, empty the bottle into a collection bag, put everything back into my backpack and that?s all there is to it. And it?s not unusual to have another boy or two in the class pumping their breasts at the same time. But there are some times that taking the time to pump yourself is just, like, really inconvenient. When you?re in the middle of a hot video game session, what guy wants to have to pause the game to pump his breasts? So on the first day of classes we had a short training session on how to use the individual ?Freestyle Powered Breast Pump.? Man that thing is so neat ? just a small motor unit with tubing that runs to two bottle/breastshield assemblies. Whenever you feel the need, just reach into your backpack, place a breastshield over each nipple, turn on the motor unit and let it do its thing (assuming that you?ve kept the rechargeable batteries recharged, of course). The motor unit even has a timer so when I need to pump in the middle of the night I can just turn it on and then go back to sleep while it does its thing! Even better news! Jaden got an e-mail from one of his brothers (it said that he?d had to send it like four or five times because it kept getting ?rejected by the server? or something). But anyway it said that his Mom was responding we