I Dream of Demie 8 Prophet and Loss
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Introduction
Johnathan has been forced by his Stepmother Mrs. Johnson into wearing a
dress and then taken to a specialist Beauty salon where he is brutally
given pseudo medical treatments to depiliate him, perm his long hair,
tattoo eyebrows and Cupid bow lips, raise the pitch of his voice and
induce a lisp, weaken his bladder and bowel control, all of which are
permanent effects so that he is now effectively a six year old girl. An
artificial vagina has also been applied to complete the process.
He is threatened by the girls (Joanna and Pauline) who performed the
treatments that if he does not behave his mother will take him to a
local clinic to have his male parts removed and point to another Mother
and child pair as an example.
Once back at home he is put into his redecorated bedroom, now a nursery,
given a dolly named Jemima and plonked unceremoniously on a rocking
horse named Neddy where he is left to 'play'. Later he is put in a cot
and given a bottle of milk laced with drugs which he is forced to drink,
6 bottles of which he is told will render him appropriately weak to
match his new persona.
The next day he is introduced to his girlfriend Elizabeth who had called
to dump him but is now amused and contemptuous of his new status and
insists on babysitting for him that evening with her new boyfriend and
Jonathan's hated rival, Peter.
That evening Elizabeth and Peter make love in front of the now weakened
Johnathan and hatch a plan to ensure that Johnathan is castrated as
threatened by the girls at the clinic. They empty the contents of
Peter's condom into Johnathans nappy then put him to bed with his bottle
which immediately sends him to sleep. On his mother's return they claim
that Johnathan masturbated into his nappy whilst they were kissing on
the sofa.
In the morning Stepmother confronts the drowsy Johnathan in his cot and
confirms the tale told by the conspirators by checking his nappy.
After lifting him from his cot she goes down stairs to make the dreaded
castration appointment.
Now my additions / amendments begin, read on........
Acquiescence
Jonathan toddled down the stairs having been released from his cot by
his seemingly irate stepmother. She was on the phone arranging the
threatened clinic appointment for 11:30 that morning.
She put the phone down and said excitedly, "We were lucky and got a
cancellation, we can get your changes done today starting at 11:30.
Don't look so glum, I'm not really angry with you, I know that Peter and
Elizabeth framed you by squirting his semen into your nappy and then
telling me that you wanked off watching them snogging. Nasty pieces of
work both of them, you're much better off away from Elizabeth. I can
assure you that she'll never babysit you again.
Now let's get you upstairs and changed, that nappy smells ripe."
Jonathan's step mother led him upstairs, helping him because the drugged
milk had taken its toll and he struggled to waddle up the steps. She
took him into his nursery and laid him on the changing mat, pulled down
his rubber panties and undid the soiled nappy. She gazed at his
artificial 'front' and commented, "After today that will be real."
Jonathan gave a shudder of fear but also felt a frisson of anticipation
which he could not explain.
After cleaning him up, replacing his nappy and pulling up a clean pair
of rubber pants, his step mother helped him up and began searching for
appropriate clothes for the clinic. She settled upon a simple petticoat,
a plain pink short-sleeved blouse, a red skirt and a ankle socks with
frilly tops. She swiftly dressed the newly minted toddler and assisted
him back down stairs. Once in the hall, she checked the weather and
noting the heavy sky and persistent rain began to smile broadly. She
reached up to the hall coat stand and fetched down a girl's red tartan
mac complete with hood. Holding the coat open she enticed Jonathan to
put it on. Johnathan was torn, he knew that to put it on voluntarily was
to accept his new state. On the other hand he strongly desired to wear
it. His stepmother was fully aware of this, having seen him wearing one
of his step sisters' macs a year or so ago and this coupled with her
determination that he would not follow in his father's wayward
footsteps, had led her to lay the plans which were now reaching their
conclusion.
"Come on Johnathon, you know you really want to. Once you been sorted
out at the clinic you'll be able to wear these whenever you want. Say
please let me wear the mac."
Johnathon struggled internally but his desire won. "Pweathe Mommy, I
wanths thto wear the macth," he lisped.
A delighted stepmother helped him into the raincoat, turning back the
sleeves, so that they fitted his curiously shorter arms, to reveal the
smooth red rubber lining and when she pulled the hood over his head she
turned back its rim in a similar fashion so that it too fitted his
smaller head. Johnathon in his total confusion had failed to notice that
he had lost some 6inches in height with a corresponding reduction in all
of his parts. His stepmother was of course aware of the cause, the
drugged milk contained a cocktail of drugs which were not only sapping
his vitality but also leaching calcium from all of his bones, thus
reducing his stature. The drugs were also reducing the size of all of
his internal organs including his brain commensurate with his overall
size reduction. She had been given assurances that when the 6 bottles
had been administered, he would lose somewhere in the region of 18
inches. There was no danger of the bottles being rejected as the drug
cocktail was highly addictive.
She fastened the waist belt tightly round his slim waist and made him
twirl around. Johnathon was in ectasy as the smooth lining caressed his
bare arms and legs, the hood giving him a delightful feeling of
submissiveness. Despite this assault on his senses he didn't fail to
notice on the hall coat stand an array of similar garments including
a couple of hooded capes. His stepmother noticed his gaze and reached
for a red mackintosh cape. Smilingly she asked if he would like to wear
that as well, fully aware that it would restrict his movements
substantially and reduce any chance of resistance.
Johnathon, of course nodded and stood still to allow the cape to be
draped over his already mackintoshed figure. His stepmother adjusted the
cape and pulled its large hood over the existing hood further
restricting his vision and movements. His stepmother now addressed him,
"Johnathan, I think it is now getting silly to call you by that name
when you clearly present as a little girl and about to become one
permanently, please select an appropriate girl's name. "
Johnathon astonished her by responding immediately, "Pweathe, I wanth
thto be Jennifer."
Stepmother replied happily, "That's a lovely name, Jennifer it is or
Jenny for short.?"Jennifer giggled.
"Now let's get moving for that appointment, we don't want to be late do
we Jenny.?"Again Jenny giggled happily.
Caparisoned in her rain wear, Jenny was led out of the hall, through the
porch and towards the car. She caught a glimpse of herself reflected in
the porch window and smiled, thinking this was almost heaven. Jenny was
loaded into the child seat in the rear of the car and buckled up, her
arms constrained by the cape and secured firmly to her sides by the seat
straps. Stepmother was pleased that the addition of the cape had
enhanced the restraints on Jenny and induced submission.
The drive to the clinic was uneventful, enlivened by Jenny unaccountably
singing nursery rhymes. Stepmother was delighted by this development,
thinking that perhaps the reduction in brain capacity was inducing the
much wanted return to childhood.
On arrival at the clinic and release from the seat, Jenny skipped,
albeit clumsily alongside Stepmother, whist holding tightly onto her
hand, the skirts of her rain wear swishing sweetly with each skip. At
reception, they were greeted by a pleasant nurse who swiftly took their
details, efficiently checking them against their booking.
That's all done then Mrs Johnson. and this must be Johnathon? said the
nurse.
"No ith not, I'm Jenny," retorted Jenny somewhat petulantly
"Of course you are!" replied the pleasant nurse. "And we are going to
complete that change for you today aren't we?" she replied sweetly.
Mollified, Jenny responded, "Ooh! Yeth pweathe!"
"Isn't she a sweetie?" the nurse confirmed.
"Hmm!" said his Stepmother. "She's had her moments but I think that we
are all happy now aren't we darling?"
Jenny looked at the floor bashfully but nodded her head.
"I'll take you through to Mr Cholmondley (author's note: that's
pronounced "Chumley"), he's the consultant assigned to Jenny's case,"
stated the nurse and she began to lead them down the well lit corridor
to a door marked "Gynaecological Consultant."
Inside the room seated at an imposing oak desk was a jolly fat man with
slicked back hair who looked to be in his 50's.
"Now who do we have here?" said the imposing man rising from his seat,
holding out his hand.
Stepmother shook his hand and said, "I'm Mrs Johnson and this is Jenny,"
who improbably did a little curtsey.
Mr Cholmondley smiled at the darling little gesture and introduced
himself. He bade them be seated and began riffling through the notes
that nurse gave him. After a few brief minutes he looked up and began,
"Well I see that the cosmetic and framework changes have been done or
are well underway so all that remains is to get rid of those little
impediments down below, make everything neat and tidy and Jenny will be
all set."
He asked the nurse to take Jenny to a preparation room whilst he had a
few words with Stepmother. The nurse briskly complied and Jenny was
whisked away.
"I understand the changes which have been made to create Jenny," he
stated, "and I also believe that these were not exactly achieved with
his cooperation but it would appear that he is now accepting of the
status and apparently eager to complete the process?"
"Exactly so," replied the Stepmother, "let me explain, some 15 months
ago I saw Johnathan wearing one of his stepsister's macs, standing in
front of a mirror and admiring himself. He was clearly getting pleasure
from being dressed that way. I did not confront him or let on that his
secret desires were known to me. I began to research the phenomenon and
found that it could not be cured and would be a lifelong passion. I was
also concerned about his behaviour, I had a few calls from his school
about getting into fights and was worried that he had a genetic
disposition to follow in his violent father's footsteps."
"His father is currently serving a long prison sentence for GBH and had
attacked me on several occasions leading to my divorcing him."
"Against this background I began to examine ways of modifying his
behaviour and came up with this plan to protect society and use his
passion as a way of achieving compliance. My intention is that he
remains as a girl child permanently, unable to hurt anyone but content
in that role because of his attachment to a particular type of female
clothing that is most readily available and acceptable on a small child.
He will be loved and cared for, by me and subsequently by his two step
sisters who both adore him despite their initial teasing of him. They
have both vowed to have nothing to do with men because of their
experiences with their father and will remain spinsters."
Mr Cholmondley sat back in his chair impressed with the logic of the
solution expounded to him in response to a severe sociological problem.
"Very well then Mrs Johnson... I will happily undertake the surgery you
have requested and may I compliment you on the responsible and clever
action you have begun. Just one thing, as Jenny's skull shrinks in
response to the decalcification drugs administered her teeth will be
overcrowded and cause great pain, they will also suffer from the
decalcification so I recommend removal of them all."
Mrs Johnson. thought this over for a minute and then said, "That will be
fine and should fit in nicely with the high degree of dependence I wish
to create."
"Oh! And one other item," queried Mr. Cholmondley, "I'm assuming that
you will not want Jenny to have a vaginal cavity but perhaps
preservation of the glans as a clitoris may be beneficial to maintain
the interest and stimulation she finds in rain wear?"
Mrs. responded, "Certainly no vaginal cavity, any form of intercourse
would be an abomination but maintenance of some form pleasure apparatus
would be ideal, Thank you for your advice, the outward appearance of a
young girl in the groin area is what I think is required."
Mr. Cholmondley rose from his seat, shook Mrs Johnson hand and stated
that he would begin immediately and that she could look forward to
collecting the completed "Jenny" project that evening.
Meanwhile, Jenny had been stripped of her outerwear by the sympathetic
nurse, whose name paradoxically was Joanna, the name of one of the,
"beauticians" at the salon who had so brutalised her.
Joanna was quite taken with the mac and the cape, loving their smooth
texture and drape. She resolved to locate something similar for herself.
Joanna then began to strip the faux toddler of her clothes and placing a
changing mat on the patient's trolley, lifted Jenny up onto it. She then
removed her rubber pants and nappy, beginning cleaning up the slightly
befouled area. Reaching into a cupboard she selected a bottle of
surgical glue releasing fluid and began applying it to the edges of the
artificial vagina, gently easing it away from Jenny's skin, all the
whole making soothing comments to keep Jenny at her ease. Finally it was
done and with a certain amount of distaste she put the artifice into a
waste container. Jenny's skin was somewhat red and dry after its
extended covering so Joanna applied skin lotion to soothe it.
Inevitably Jenny's member began to rise in response to the ministrations
of the attractive nurse much to her dismay and the amusement of Joanna.
Don't be embarrassed," said Joanna, "after today that won't be a problem
will it?"
Oddly that statement did nothing to reduce Jenny's arousal, indicating
that she was now fully engaged in the project.
Joanna then began to apply brown antiseptic to the area being treated
and the cold feel of that liquid rapidly eliminated the tumescence.
"OK you are now ready for your op so I'll just check that the
anaesthetist is ready."
She popped her head through the double doors leading to the operating
theatre and found that all was now ready for Jenny and the anaesthetist
made his way forward with a trolley of drugs, equipment and syringes.
The anaesthetist introduced himself to Jenny as Roger and explained that
he would give her an injection into a tube he was going to insert into
the back of her hand, she would feel a slight pinch as he inserted the
line but that was it . He would the then introduce the anaesthetic via a
syringe into the line and he would like Jenny to count down from 10. He
rapidly introduced the line into Jenny's hand and then began to
introduce the anaesthetic. He asked Jenny to start counting. Jenny got
to 7 before she lost consciousness.
Post op
Jenny was collected that evening, very sore but delighted to be dressed
once again in her precious mackintoshes and now secure in the knowledge
that this would be her life. She was having difficulty speaking as her
lisp had intensified due to the loss of her teeth but as they had been
giving her some pain of late she could reconcile herself to that.
To amuse herself during her wait for Stepmother to collect her she had
tried to do some calculus in her head, something she had been a whiz at
school as Johnathan but as she tried she found she couldn't remember
how, nor indeed, what calculus was.
Never mind she thought, I've Jemima my dolly and Neddy my rocking horse
to love....
Lesley
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