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The Astounding Adventures of Timmy Johnson Part 2
By Nikki Mouton-Cadet
Introduction
Welcome back to the story of my adventures with the wonder-drug 'Re-
juve'. In case you don't know, it was a brand-new therapy designed to
rejuvenate old people. What it actually did was to regress men down to
the age of adolescents while turning women into the dominant, masculine
gender. I don't think that's what any of us expected when we started on
all this but that's what happened.
My name is Timmy Johnson and I am currently waiting for a Resettlement
Officer to come and find some new guardians to look after me. I have
been waiting around for nearly two weeks now and there hasn't been a
sign of anybody so far. If you want to know the truth, I'm beginning to
get a bit scared. The weather is cold and the streets are no place for
a rejuvie who looks like a 13-year-old boy.
In the previous part of my adventures I told you how, as an offensively-
wealthy corporate bastard I had spent a few years, living in luxury, on
a private island with a lot of other wealthy 'rejuvies'. I had been on
a course of drugs to turn me back into a ripped stud with a rampant
libido. Except it hadn't worked and regressed me back to a young kid.
In the event, I didn't mind too much and had a lot of fun being waited-
on hand-and-foot and being fussed over. But that's all finished and
done with now.
So, here's the next part of my story.
I had been woken in the middle of the night, along with the other young
rejuvies. We were the ones who had regressed back to our early puberty.
We looked, and behaved, like twelve or thirteen-year-old kids. Also,
for reasons I can't explain or understand, some of us had lost our
heterosexuality and had formed attractions to other boys. I certainly
had. I was much happier making-out with other boys nowadays. Luckily,
lots of other boys seemed to like making-out with me as well, so that
was one good thing.
And then one night, us juvenile rejuvies (juvie-rejuvies) had been
kidnapped! We had been shanghaied! Pirates had snatched us from our
beds and swept us away to their pirate ship!
Actually, what really happened was the staff on the island had roused us
to say that we were probably in some sort of danger and were to be sent
to a 'place-of-safety'. I loved that expression: "Place-of-Safety." I
wondered what that was.
I woke-up the following morning aboard a luxury motor yacht, sharing a
cabin with three other boys. Two were juvie-rejuvies like myself and
the other boy was a member of the crew.
We were roused and instructed to assemble in the main lounge for a full
briefing, which I thought was very kind of them. After all, it would be
nice to find out what was going on and what was going to happen to us.
That was the first time I encountered members of the new 'Dominant-
Gender'. All of the senior crew-members were 'New-Men', which is to
say, females who had taken courses of various drugs and therapy to
transition into the new dominant-masculine gender. I would go so far as
to say they were almost hyper-masculine. They were much manlier than
any of the males on board. Most of the males had transitioned into
'new-women'. In fact, a better description might be 'new-girls'. The
majority of them were simpering sissies and the 'new-men' treated them
as such.
Back on the island this reality hadn't hit us yet. We had been one of
the dwindling pockets of the old normality. I later came to wonder just
how far the gender revolution had extended across the world. I
discovered that most of the old nations had come under matriarchal
governments but I was sure it couldn't have been completely global.
There must have been stiff resistance in some of the more macho
countries.
Who knew? Not me.
The First Officer addressed us:
"Welcome aboard the MV Saint Joan. I am First Officer Jake. You will
address me as 'Sir'. She was tall and broad-shouldered with a flat
chest. No sign of boobs, you understand. Her starched, white uniform
fitted perfectly with evidence of a crotch-bulge.
She went on to explain our new circumstances. While we were aboard we
would be treated as junior members of the crew and assigned suitable
work. We would be issued uniforms befitting our new status and we would
be given our 'new-girl' names. From now on I was to be called
'Timmykin'. If you want to know the truth, I didn't mind all that much.
Robby was to be called 'Robbykin', which he adored. He had really
embraced his femininity. Poor Simon was to become 'Simmykin', which he
hated. The new world order had upset him a lot and he was struggling to
come to terms with things.
The First Officer continued droning on about something-or-other but I
was having difficulty following her. I was tired and confused and had a
nasty headache. If you want to know the truth, I was feeling a bit ill.
Actually, I was feeling a lot ill. In fact, I was feeling so ill that I
threw-up and then fainted.
When I recovered from my fainting fit I found I had been installed in
the sick-bay. I was lying in a bunk with crisp, fresh linen and crisp,
fresh nightclothes. But I was still feeling ill.
The Medical Officer was a New-Man. All brisk efficiency. No Nonsense.
"Now, young lady. Let's see what's the matter with you." She called me
'young-lady'. That was something I would have to get used to.
She lifted me, bodily, out of the bunk and onto an examination table
without the least difficulty. She then raised my arms and slipped my
nightgown off, leaving me clad only in a pair of white, cotton knickers.
"Slip those off so I can do a full examination."
Obediently, I complied and slid the knickers down my smooth legs. I
should tell you, they were quite plain, with modest frilled trim at the
waist and leg-holes. They were completely unlike my normal frilly
panties. I was to find out that they were standard underwear for us
New-Girls. And we were also to wear matching boys'-bras.
The Medical Officer seemed to be particularly interested in my boy-bits.
She tutted as she fondled my little nuggets.
"I see you've still got these things." She complained as she rolled
them between her fingers. "We will need to do something about them in
the near future."
I confess, I was unnerved to hear that. I couldn't see anything wrong
with my testicles. I quite liked having them and any talk about 'doing
something' about them worried me.
On the other hand, she approved of my little penis. It seemed that New-
Girls were allowed to keep their little pricklets provided they were
small enough and didn't become erect. She tried masturbating me with
her thumb and forefinger to see if she could get me stiff. I could have
told her not to waste her time. I hadn't had a proper 'stiffy' in ages.
Next thing she did was to pull on a latex glove and grease her finger.
I think I knew what was about to happen and tensed myself. Sure enough,
she poked her finger up my bottom. The coldness of the lube shocked me
a little and I squeaked in alarm. Then she started massaging my
prostate gland. Now, that I did enjoy, despite feeling ill. She took
her time over it and, after a few minutes, I felt myself coming to a
climax. My eyes rolled back and my eyelids fluttered as I shot two
little squirts of boy-juice onto my tummy.
I should probably tell you that the fluid I ejaculated these days was
kind-of watery and a bit sticky. I usually only managed a couple of
droplets. But it was enough to get me off.
That seemed to satisfy her. She smacked my bottom, playfully, and
instructed me to put my knickers and nighty on and get back into bed. I
did so gratefully. I really just wanted to go back to sleep.
I was woken-up a bit later by one of the cabin attendants. He was one
of the New-Girls. He was wearing a cute, nautical uniform comprising a
white shirt with a square sailor's collar, a pleated white mini-skirt
that showed-off his knickers. They were just like the ones I was
wearing. He also wore a pair of white deck-shoes and ankle-socks. That
was the uniform I would be wearing once I got well again.
He asked me how I was feeling. I told him I still felt ill and he wrote
it down on his clip-board. Next thing, he instructed me to roll-over
onto my tummy. He moved the sheets down to the bottom of the bunk,
lifted my nighty and pulled my knickers down so he could take my
temperature.
He greased the thermometer up and inserted it into my bottom. I wasn't
sure I liked that very much. But it wasn't any worse than what the
Medical Officer had done.
I had a temperature. He said they thought I had caught a nasty bug and
would have to stay in the sick-bay to make sure no-one else caught it.
That was a bit sad. I wouldn't be able to have any visitors for the
next few days. Instead, I would only have him and the Medical Officer
for company.
He looked after me really well. I was his only patient, so I got all
the attention. When he came on duty in the morning he would give me a
nice kiss on the lips, which I enjoyed. I also enjoyed it when he gave
me a bed-bath. To start-off with I lay in the bunk and he stripped my
nighty and knickers off. Then, he sponged me all over. I loved the way
he lingered on my nubbin and nuggets.
After a few days, I was well enough to get out of bed and have visitors.
Robbykins came to see me when he had time-off from his duties. He was
wearing the jaunty uniform and looked really, really cute. His mini-
skirt was so short you could see his knickers. Also, I could see his
bra-strap next to his shirt collar. It looked like I would be wearing
the full outfit very soon.
He got me up to date with everything that was going on for us juvie-
rejuvies. We were being taken to some institution that was prepared to
care for us properly without becoming victims of some of the worst
excesses of the new regime. The various world governments had almost
all been taken-over the 'Radical-Gynarchy'.
I wasn't entirely sure I understood what that was. However, Robbykins
was happy to explain. Apparently, the old order of misogynistic men who
had been accustomed to being in power had been 'coasting-along' for a
good few decades. What had happened was that a vast conspiracy of
women, including some radical feminists, doctors, scientists and many,
many others had set-up the Radical-Gynarchy. Without any effort or
stealth, they had ousted the male governments and completely taken over.
It was amazing.
Obviously, there must have been more to it than that, but I didn't
really understand even that much. All I know is that I was now a junior
member of the crew of a ship run by the new generation of New-Men. And
they were a scary lot.
I was discharged from the sick-bay after a week and returned to the
cabin I shared with Robbykins, Simmykins and the other boy. I think I
ought to tell you about him.
His name was Jason. That was it. Just Jason and nothing else. I would
guess he was probably about sixteen but it was hard to tell. In any
event, he hadn't been regressed and he hadn't been feminised. Not that
it made much difference. Apart from being a 'whole-boy' (if you
understand me), he was ever so effeminate. He was slender and short and
spoke with a lisp. He had floppy hair, which he kept playing with. His
uniform was similar to ours, except he wore white shorts and boy's
briefs instead of boy's girly knickers.
He was very friendly and helped us learn our duties and how to behave as
members of the crew.
My first duty was as Junior Cabin Girl in the Senior Officer's Wardroom.
The Wardroom was the private lounge for the Captain and the officers.
The ratings and the new-girl crew members had a separate mess room.
I reported to the Wardroom at the appointed hour. Before doing so, I
had to stand for inspection. The Chief Steward, a New-Man, inspected me
minutely. She checked that I was wearing clean bra and knickers and
that my collar was straight and that I had brushed my teeth and hair.
She also inspected my fingernails. It was at this point she found fault
with me.
"Junior Stewardess Timmykins! Dirty nails. Captain's orders." She
made a note in her book. It was booked for Captain's Orders. I
wondered what that was. Oh well, I was sure I would find out.
Having reported to the Wardroom, I found the Captain and First Officer
taking their ease there. My task was to stand in attention and serve
them from the refreshments table or run errands, as requested. The rest
of the time, I had to stand beside the Captain's arm chair.
I discovered the reason for this was so the Captain could have me close
to hand for fondling purposes. She reached under my short-skirt and
started stroking my bottom as she chatted with the First Officer about
ship matters.
I tried to stand still as she slipped her hand down the back of my
knickers but couldn't help squirming.
"Stand-still, girl!" the Captain ordered.
I did try to stand still, honest. But when she slipped a finger up
inside me I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
"Aren't they adorable like this?" the Captain asked the First Officer.
"I think we ought to regress the rest of the stewardesses. Then we
could have them to hand whenever we wanted."
"Ah, but who would do the work?"
My shift in the Wardroom lasted two hours. During that time, a number
of the senior officers made use of my bottom. I even had to sit on the
Navigator's lap while she stroked my boy-bits through the front of my
knickers.
"This one still has her cherries," she announced to the rest of the
officers.
"She won't be keeping them for much longer," said one of the others.
At the end of my watch I had to report to the Captain's Cabin for
'Orders'. The Senior Steward was there with her notebook.
"What is the misdemeanour?" asked the Captain.
"Junior Stewardess Timmykins reported for duty with dirty fingernails."
"Show me your fingernails, Girl," the Captain ordered. I held out my
hands as requested.
If you were to ask me the truth, my nails were perfectly clean. But the
Captain pronounced that I was not up to the required standard and would
have to be punished.
She got a book off the shelf to look-up the required punishment for
junior crew-members. I don't think they were allowed to clap us in
irons or be keel-hauled, whatever that was. Neither could they put us on
a bread-and-water diet. Instead, I would receive a bare-bottomed
spanking. The Captain announced that she would undertake the punishment
in the Junior Mess, for all to see.
It was nearly time for supper, so the mess room was quite full with
other crew-members. There were about twenty of us, in-all. Mostly new-
girls. But there were a few new-men, curious to see some naval
discipline.
I was led in front of the mess-table and the charge was read-out, then
the punishment. An audible sigh went around the room. By all accounts,
this was the first time an example of naval discipline had taken place
and they were all keen to see what would happen.
I wasn't very keen. In fact, I was a bit upset. I didn't want to be
spanked. And not in front of the whole crew.
The Steward instructed me to lean over the table. She raised my short-
skirt over my back and pulled my knickers down to expose my bare bottom.
At this point, the Captain took over. She raised her hand and brought
it down firmly with a 'Smack!" sound.
"Ow!" I cried out and wriggled my bum.
I got six firm smacks on my bottom and, by the end, I was crying my eyes
out. I was allowed to stand-up but I had to leave my knickers off.
Then the Captain ordered me to return to her cabin for the second part
of the punishment.
I didn't know what to expect. All I knew was that I was upset and
humiliated and everyone else had seen me being spanked on my bare
bottom. I could see Robbykins looking sympathetic. He gave me a small
wave as I was led away.
When I reached the Captain's Cabin I was ordered to get completely
undressed. I knew enough to make sure I folded my clothes neatly and
placed them on a chair. The Captain took her uniform off. Starched
white shirt and shorts, masculine boxer-shorts with deck-shoes and long,
white socks. Every inch a smart naval officer.
When she took her underwear off my eyes nearly popped out. She had a
penis. And it was not a small, cuddly one like Simon's used to be. It
was huge. At least nine inches long and too wide for me to get my hand
around.
She instructed me to take the tip into my mouth and start sucking.
You may think it a little bit odd but I had never taken a penis in my
mouth before. With all my games on the island, I had only ever take a
cock up my ass. I didn't really know what to do, taking something like
this in my mouth. The Captain put a hand on the back of my head and got
me to start bobbing up-and-down on the tip of the thing. It was far too
big for me to do much else.
I think I should try to describe the thing in my mouth. I wasn't like a
male penis. Most cocks I'd ever seen were pale pink and had a loose
foreskin that covered the glans-penis at the head. This member had a
kind-of helmet at the tip, but it didn't have the arrow on the
underside. And it was a purple, bloodshot colour. The texture was soft
and silky but it was more rigid than any boy-cock I'd ever handled. It
seemed to be protruding from her vagina. I didn't see anything in the
way of testicles, but there did appear to be some things in the vagina
lips.
After a while, she decided it was time for me to take it inside. The
first thing she did was to get something from the ensuite bathroom. It
was a small, cellophane package, which she peeled open. It contained a
waxy, lubricated bullet-shaped item about an inch long and the same in
diameter. I later discovered it was called a 'Femivass'. I had to bend
over while she pushed it up into my bottom. It was actually a bit
painful, but I only made a few tears.
"This is the next official part of your punishment, young lady," she
explained to me.
She had pumped her penis to its full, rigid condition and then raised me
up so that I would be sitting down in her lap with the thing up inside
me.
I cried out as it pushed my ring open and slid up inside me. I think the
'Femivass' had lubricated me inside, so it wasn't too painful, but I
didn't enjoy it. Not at all.
The Captain fucked me hard for about fifteen minutes before she
shuddered and ejaculated something up inside me. It couldn't have been
spunk, but it was thick and milky.
She slid her female-cock out of my poor, stretched hole and found
something to put up inside me to prevent he juice from leaking out.
I can't tell you how upset I was. I had been spanked in front of the
rest of the crew and then fucked by the Captain. I was crying quite a
lot by this time.
"What's the matter, you silly little girl?"
"I'm sorry, Sir," I replied, giving her the correct form of address, "I
never meant to go on parade in a substandard condition. I'll make sure
it never happens again!" And I meant it. Honest.
She ordered me to get dressed and go and get some supper.
I really found the whole ordeal frightening and humiliating beyond
anything I could have imagined. By the time I got back to my cabin,
Robbykin and Jason were there, waiting for me. Robbykin hugged me and
helped me get undressed. Jason took my uniform away to get it cleaned
and ironed while Robbykin just cuddled me and soothed me.
So, that was how I got to be a Cabin-Girl.
I was half-expecting to be punished on a regular basis after that. But
that's not what happened. About a week later it was Robbykin's turn for
the disciplinary treatment. I had been helping out in the galley,
preparing supper for the crew. We were called to the junior mess and
Robbykin was standing there with tears in his eyes while the Senior
Stewards and Captain were looking stern.
The charge and punishment were read out in front of us all. Robbykin
had been negligent in his duty and was to receive a public spanking. I
think I knew what was coming next.
Robbykin was instructed to lean over the table and drop his knickers so
we could all see his bare bottom. Then the Captin took position and
gave him 6 smart smacks with the flat of her hand.
Robbykin yelped and cried out, pathetically. "Ow! Sir! Please stop.
I beg you, please stop. It hurts so much."
It did hurt. I knew from my own experience. Robbykin's bare behind had
gone a bright red colour and he was crying in pain and humiliation.
Poor Robbykin.
Once she had finished the public part of the punishment, the Captain
took Robbykin away for the private bit. I only hoped Robbykin was up to
it. He had adjusted to things much more than the rest of us. I hope he
was able to adjust to what was to come next. By the time he joined us
in the cabin his eyes were red-raw from crying. His sobs were pitiful.
The Captain had rogered him rigid and it had completely broken the poor
boy.
And that's another question: How come I'd become so concerned and
sympathetic? I think it had been growing on me over the last couple of
years. I had lost the burden of the world of high-finance and being a
corporate bastard. In its place, I had become more concerned for my
fellow man. Or, in this case, my fellow boy.
Anyway, I wouldn't like you to think the cruise was relentlessly morbid
and horrible. It's not like we were aboard a sailing ship with Captain
Bligh. My suspicion is that they were trying to teach us some lessons
about our new status. Each of us went through the whole 'punishment-
and-pounding' procedure. Thus, we were left in no doubt as to our new
status.
The other thing was that they would show these propaganda films. They
would set the Junior Mess up with a screen and put on a film night.
The programme would start with some cartoons featuring a cat and a
mouse. I thought they were hysterically funny and laughed my head off.
Next there would be a boring feature about the importance of doing your
laundry. Big yawn! Then, would come the main feature. It was always
made by the "Radical Gynarchy Film Production Unit."
The first one we saw featured a small village. It was split between the
girls and the boys. The girls were shown to be managing the place with
efficiency and business-like rectitude. The boys, meanwhile, had
started reverting to a kind-of stone-age condition. They had stopped
wearing civilised clothes and dressed themselves in ragged skins and
fleeces. If it was cold, the girls would go indoors and turn the
central heating up. The boys, meanwhile, would gather in a shed and
cuddle-up together, keeping warm with the heat of their bodies.
The commentary talked about "Organised Development" as opposed to
"Unnatural-Disorganised-Development." I'm not sure I understood what
they meant by that.
As the movie progressed, the girls became more masculine in appearance.
They started wearing men's clothing and generally carried on like they
had always been in charge. This was a result of "Organised-Development."
At the same time, the boys stopped managing to look after themselves and
became less masculine. This would be "Unnatural-Disorganised-
Development."
There was one scene that quite excited me. It showed two of the boys,
dressed only in a kind of animal skin around their upper bodies and
nothing else at all. They were obviously close friends because they
walked around the village, holding hands. Occasionally, they would
pause and kiss each other, except they would just flick the tips of
their tongues together. I thought it was very sexy. I was sitting
beside Robbykin. We looked at each other and started flicking the tips
of our tongues together. It was very sexy.
I think the point of the movie was to demonstrate that females were
really the dominant gender, while boys were silly and couldn't be
trusted to look after themselves. I suppose I was okay with that. Just
so long as they continued to show cute boys kissing and cuddling. That
was the bit I liked.
Without knowing it, our cruise was coming to an end. We had been on
board, as junior members of the crew, for just over three weeks and we
were nearing our destination. The pirates who had kidnapped us were now
fed-up with us and had decided to make us walk the plank.
Actually, we had arrived at a big port somewhere-or-other. A minibus
was waiting to take us away to a new 'place-of-safety'. We were still
dressed in our nautical uniforms. And our group included Jason, the
ship's boy. He would be joining us on the next part of our adventures.
I just remembered, I forgot to tell you about me becoming a bridesmaid.
Never-mind. That comes in the next part of my story.
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