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NB. For those across the pond, in the UK boy's pants are your underpants, trousers are pants in the US of A. Sorry if you already knew that. Readers of my other stories will no doubt have noticed that I always use the pronoun of the main character's actual sex. This is sometimes difficult to follow, as when writing about one of the other character's thoughts or actual speech, I normally use the pronoun for the sex they think the person is, or appearing as. So a person in the story might refer to the hero(ine) as 'she' but the text will call the same person 'he' because of his real sex. I hope that's a bit clearer than mud. INCONTROVERTIBLE EVIDENCE "I don't know how they got there mum, honestly." The fifteen year old James was adamant, in spite of the damning evidence that his mother Sarah Lovestock was waiving in front of his face. "Then how did your friend Christine's knickers get under your bed?" she asked him. He didn't have an answer. He had already claimed that it was the first time he'd ever seen them. Christine certainly hadn't been in his bedroom, he didn't even like her that much. She was his friend Martin's sister and while he was good enough company, his sister was a spoiled brat as far as he was concerned. A thought suddenly struck him that the only way they could have got there was if his so called friend had planted them but there was no way he was going to be able to prove it and in any case, he didn't go round telling tales. James was quickly convicted by the jury of Christine's mother and his own. Mrs Forbes had telephoned them to complain that James had stolen her daughter's panties and sure enough, his mother had found them after only searching his room for a few minutes. "What were you going to do with them?" she demanded, causing him to cringe. "Masturbate with them or wear them? You need to tell me." After only getting an embarrassed silence in return she stormed off, telling him that he had to stay in his room. Sarah couldn't think what to do, so she went downstairs to discuss the problem and/or punishment with her husband William, his step-father. "I think my son is a cross dresser," she told him. "The panties are still perfectly clean, just a little worn, look." She handed them to her husband who handed them straight back as if they were something that would explode. "Was his father of that inclination Sarah?" he asked. She told him that as far as she knew he wasn't and thought wistfully back to her first husband who had been killed in an accident at his workplace when James was only five. William had moved in with them three years ago, selling up his own, rather smaller house. "Why don't you have a word with my sister, she's a nurse and should know about that sort of thing." Sarah took up the suggestion and rang her right away. The next day James was told that he wasn't going to school first thing but his mother wouldn't tell him where he was going as she drove him off in her car. The first he knew of it was when they pulled up outside a clinic on the edge of town. It wasn't long before she was shown in to talk to Doctor Wells who her sister-in-law, the nurse had recommended, while he sat in the waiting room by himself. It was only after some fifteen minutes he was called in to an examination room. Having been told to strip off completely behind a screen, he was given a very skimpy robe to put round himself, to be examined by the elderly doctor. He found this to be excruciatingly embarrassing as he was well aware that he was rather slower going into puberty than his classmates, he was only just starting to develop pubic hair and he hadn't yet started shaving. The whole thing was made that much worse by the presence of his mother, who after the doctor had finished, went with him to his office to discuss the boy without him being present. No one asked his opinion about anything. The doctor quickly came to the conclusion that he was suffering from gender dysphoria. "Until he's old enough to know his own mind on what course he wants to take, I think, if you agree, we should arrest his puberty." the doctor told her. "That way he can make his choices before he develops too many male secondary characteristics." "What exactly would that entail Doctor Wells?" his mother asked. "Well I'll give him three shots now to make sure that he doesn't produce teenage doses of testosterone, then you should give him a daily tablet. I'll see him in about six weeks to find out how it's going." The doctor took a deep breath. "I should warn you that he may start secondary female characteristics, especially breast development, but if what you've told me is true, he'd probably quite like that." "Actually I must admit that I always wanted a daughter," she replied with a laugh. He didn't mention that he had dealt with this sort of story several times before in his career. Invariably the youngster concerned chose to have a complete reassignment as soon as they reached eighteen and could legally go ahead. Because of this, the doctor's attitude was that, as it saved time and made the final operation much easier for the surgeon, he proceeded with the strongest possible medications, to give the boy's body a head start. One of the jabs would effectively chemically castrate him and another was the dose given to girls who needed help starting puberty and the third a growth suppressant. As he was now five feet four inches, having recently had a small growth spurt, the doctor considered that a good height for a woman was around five feet five or six, much taller and he would possibly attract too much attention for him to cope with. Both of these treatments were effectively non-reversible, but his bigoted attitude was that if this wasn't what the boy wanted, he believed that stealing girls' underwear was probably a gateway action to rape or sexual assault later in life, so society needed protection against the lad anyway. On the drive home James asked her what that was all about. "Darling I know you're confused at the moment, but you can tell me anything you want, but you know you mustn't tell me lies. I know that you didn't masturbate into those panties but don't be ashamed that you wanted to wear them." "But mother, I didn't wear them and I've never ever lied to you, I know you trusted me and after Dad died I realised that we always had to stick together. That includes never telling you something that isn't true." "But did take those panties, didn't you?" "No mother I didn't." "I can't help you unless you tell me the truth James." "I am telling you the truth, the only thing I can think of is that Martin, Christine's brother put those things in my room." In desperation he decided he had to tell on his friend, things had gone too far. "James, that is the last straw!" she turned off their route home and headed towards a large shopping mall. "I'm going to sort you out so that you don't have to keep telling fibs and making up stories about your friend, who would have no reason to do that. You blaming him only makes things worse." They sat in silence as she parked in a bay near the shops and told him to get out of the car. As he was showing some reticence she took his arm and marched him towards the shopping precinct, allowing him to wait outside a shop selling women's clothes. She entered, he stood outside embarrassed, trying not to look in the direction of the intimate apparel on display in the window. He didn't see her entering into a discussion with the shop manager, to whom he was pointed out. After a few minutes his mother came out, took his arm and pulled him back into the shop with her. They went right through the sales area to a private office at the rear where she immediately started to take off his clothes. "Mother!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing?" "You'll see in a minute so stop fighting me." She used her strength to easily overcome any resistance and to his terror had him stripped naked by the time the woman came in with an armful of garments. "There's no need to be shy dear," she told him, "slip these on." She handed him a pair of very girly panties, white with pink rosebuds on them. "I can't wear those!" he was very close to being hysterical. "They're girl's knickers." "Do as you're told!" his mother was adamant. "It's not as if you've not worn them before." "I haven't!" he practically screamed, but it made no difference. With the alternative being continue to stand there trying to hide himself behind his hand, he reluctantly grabbed them and roughly pulled them on. "Now slip into these." The woman helped him step into a panty-girdle. "They'll stop anything escaping at the wrong time," she told him, with a giggle. It was at this point that he went into an almost trancelike state, just doing as he was told and not otherwise reacting as she fitted a padded bra round his chest. This was followed by a sleeveless pastel green dress with a high neck and full skirt, a pair of nude tights with pale green Mary Jane shoes with an inch and a half block heel. He didn't even hear as his mother reeled off a long list of other items that she wanted and arranged delivery that same afternoon. She paid the bill then wrapped a thin woollen cardigan round his shoulders, led him out of the shop and into one two doors down. He was hardly aware at all that he was then placed in a chair in the salon where his hair was washed and treated in several different ways. "You're lucky you've got lots of lovely thick hair Julie." The girl working on him tried to get him into conversation, not realising that if he had heard her, he wouldn't have expected to be addressed by the name of 'Julie'. While there he had a manicure and pedicure, using an opalescent pink varnish on all his newly shaped nails and his face made up suitably for a girl of his age using long lasting cosmetics. The latter was so that there was no hurry for him to learn how to apply make up, there were so many other things for him to get used to for the moment. While this was going on his mother was making use of her time organising people and making several telephone calls. When she collected him it took a moment to recognise him. His previously mousey brown hair now had honey blonde highlights, reaching down to the centre of his back in soft luxuriant waves and his face and manicure were immaculate. She was delighted with what they had done, but more than that, seeing him made her realise what a pretty girl he was going to make. She thanked all the staff there with a big tip and was given all the cosmetics they had used on him. They made one more stop on the way back to the car. That was at a kiosk where she purchased several sets of jewellery for him and had his ears pierced. Both the staff at the salon and the girl in the kiosk remarked how nice and well behaved, even how quiet her daughter was. Her only reaction was to think that he was still just embarrassed at having himself outed, but that he was no putting up no objections so although he wouldn't admit it, he must be enjoying the experiences. Sarah had pre-warned her husband about her son's new appearance, asked him to do a couple of tasks and remember that he was now a girl called 'Julie'. William decided very quickly that he didn't want anything to do with family problems involving a teenager, so just agreed to do whatever she told him. It did cross his mind that James may have just stolen the knickers as a joke or something, but it wasn't his place to say anything. Nothing could have prepared him for the little girl that came back with his wife. The first thing he asked was to enquire what was making Julie cry. What his wife hadn't noticed were tears running down Julie's cheeks and when they were pointed out, she dismissed it as just an emotional response. "The doctor did say that she might get some reaction from the hormones he gave her," she explained. Sarah took her new daughter up to his bedroom to show him all the wonderful things she had arranged with a furnishing store, to be delivered before they got home. His desk had been removed and replaced with a vanity unit, complete with lighted mirror and she placed the cosmetics from the salon into the top drawer. His brown cotton duvet cover had been replaced with a pastel lilac silky one but what she was most proud of was that all his boys clothes had been removed and replaced with the ones delivered by the first store they went in. "I've had a word with your headmaster about your problem," she told his inattentive ears, "and as it is only ten days before the summer holidays, we're going to keep you at home until next term. That means you will have getting on for three months to sort yourself out before you need to make any important decisions. In the meantime you can carry on experimenting before you make up your mind." He showed her no reaction, so she left him to explore his new clothes while she went downstairs to make dinner. What he did was just sit down on his bed. "Dinner, Julie!" About an hour later Sarah had the food ready and called him. He didn't hear her and still his change of name hadn't registered with him. After calling him three times, Sarah decided that he was probably sulking because among the things she'd asked her husband to do before they got home was to get rid of his computer with its very boyish fighting games and replace it with the musical jewellery box from her bedroom and a pink i-pad that she'd also had delivered. The latter's connection was password protected and only had things on it she thought were suitable. It was either that or he was engrossed in exploring all the lovely clothes he now had of his own. Either way, she decided to leave him alone. It was only when he hadn't appeared for breakfast the next morning that she walked into his bedroom without knocking and found him still sat in exactly the same position as when she'd last seen him. "Ah, good, you've dressed and made your bed, but you should have found something else to wear. Let me help you." She proceeded to strip Julie then redressed him in a white bra and panty set with clean pantyhose, a tartan pleated mini skirt, a plain white blouse with short cap sleeves and black patent shoes with two inch high spiky heels. "I hope you like your grown up heels, they're not too high for you to start with and heels make your legs look really nice." She stood back and studied him for a moment, smiling as she saw that his bra was visible under the semi-sheer blouse. "You practice walking with these new shoes, you know that you really have very good looking legs even without heels. Go on, walk back and forth for a while." She watched him as he did as he was told for a few minutes. He managed so well she was surprised, until the thought struck her that he'd probably worn heels before, the panties wouldn't have been the first thing he'd 'borrowed'. "You're doing very well Julie, you can come downstairs now and have some breakfast." He followed his mother as instructed, his obedience covering his mental state to such an extent that she didn't notice that he descended the stairs at his usual pace. Making no allowance for the heels he was wearing it wasn't surprising that by the third or fourth step down his ankle gave way, sending him what would have been tumbling to the bottom of the flight if it hadn't been for colliding with his mother's back. It was lucky that at that moment she had her hand on the handrail so they weren't sent together to the bottom of the stairs. "Careful Julie, you nearly had us both over." She turned and helped him to his feet, still not noticing that he was suffering from a deep depression. He sat at the kitchen table with toast and a drink in front of him for some time. "Eat your breakfast Julie," she chided him. He started to eat very slowly but had only swallowed a couple of mouthfuls when he was sick and brought up the little food that was in his system. She had been warned by the doctor that he might experience some unusual symptoms, including morning sickness, so she just had him drink some liquid in the form of orange juice. With these developments he finally showed a small degree of returning to consciousness. He looked around and tried to get his brain to function. "Why are you doing this to me mother?" he very weakly asked her, they were the first words he had spoken since they arrived at the women's wear shop, although Sarah hadn't noticed. "Darling, it's what you wanted, you don't have to hide it any longer." "Mother," he took a deep breath, "even if I had taken those panties, surely you wouldn't punish me as much as this, would you?" "Don't be silly darling, this isn't punishment." She placed an arm round his shoulder. "I've bought you all those lovely things so that you don't need to go stealing them again." He tried yet another time to persuade her that he hadn't taken anything of Christine's, but his mother started to get cross again so he gave up. He just prayed that none of his friends would come round before she allowed him back into his proper clothes again and to that end he telephoned any of them that might do that. He told them that he wasn't well and if they didn't want to catch what he had, to stick to telephone conversations. Most days he asked his mother if he could have his own clothes to wear, but her only reaction was to make sure he took the tablets he'd been prescribed. She did at least realise that it would take a while for her new daughter to get over his embarrassment of being seen by anyone she knew, so accepted that he would spend much of his time in his bedroom. To that end she bought Julie books and magazines that would appeal to a girl of her age and was gratified to see that they had been read. She didn't take into account that he no longer had his laptop to surf or play games on, so the alternative was to not be able to do anything with his time. Most times he left his bedroom it was to have meals, although not breakfast, he was sick every morning. The only time he left the house was to make a quick dash to his mother's car, for them to go out together, then only if she agreed to take him somewhere he wasn't likely to bump into anyone he knew. If it wasn't for the problem that he was going 'stir-crazy', stuck in his room for ten days he gave in and agreed to go out with his mother for the first time. Even a trip to a far off shopping mall was at least something to do. In exchange for letting him have lunch with an ice cream sundae for pudding, she insisted on taking him round women's wear shops, buying things for both of them and frequently asking his opinion about this and that. He ended up, after these trips, with armfuls of clothes to add to what he already had. Another day they went to a matinee performance at the multiplex. That went wrong for him because instead of the fantasy adventure film he wanted to see, she bought tickets for some weepy that she wanted. "Your taste will soon catch up Julie," she told him, "most girls soon get to love this sort of film." "My name is James, not Julie mother," he told her for the umpteenth time. "Don't be silly Julie." his mother replied for the same number of times. She didn't go to the extent of telling him that the doctor had countersigned a document that officially changed his name from James Anthony Lovestock to Julie Anne Lovestock and his sex from male to female. In the multiplex shop she bought a poster of a boy band for him to put up on his bedroom wall. It got 'accidentally' torn before it got there, much to his mother's annoyance. However that didn't stop her from having his room redecorated. As well as the vanity that she had hurriedly bought and had installed, she had a decorator, carpet layers and an interior designer come in and completely redecorate his room, top to bottom, while they were out. From a predominately beige and green colour scheme it became lilac and pink and among other things his mobile of model planes that he'd made was changed to one of unicorns and ponies. She practically swooned over it when she saw the results. It was a room an eleven year old girl would have been proud of. She was extremely cross when, after she asked him what he thought of it, he replied that it made him feel sick just to looked at it. "But Mother, I've told you over and over, I've never lied to you, do you want me to start and say I like something I don't?" he asked. "What's happened to that model spitfire that was on my window sill?" "I've got rid of it Julie, look I've got you a lovely ballerina to go in its place." "My father made that for me, if he was still here he wouldn't let you do all this to me." He burst out crying. Hearing this made Sarah suddenly so tearful herself that she had to leave him to it, telling herself that it was hard to have to force embarrassing situations on her child, but that it was for his own good in the long run. By the time two weeks had gone by he noticed that his nipples were very sore and had become puffy but he was too embarrassed to say anything to his mother. Not that she didn't notice the changes in his chest, she subtly changed his bras for non-padded ones. After six weeks he noticed that his friends had stopped calling him, only to be told they still couldn't see him. When he returned to see the doctor he tried to tell the man that he was worried about growing in places he shouldn't. "Don't worry about that dear," he replied, "let's just see what's happening down below." Even more humiliated than he had ever been, his penis seemed to be smaller than ever instead of growing, the doctor got hold of his testicles and squeezed them up into his body. They didn't come back. "No, everything's fine child." and with that the doctor left him to return to his mother. Out of his hearing they discussed his progress. "How is he doctor?" his mother wanted to know. "He's going to make a good looking woman Mrs Lovestock," he told her. "We don't need to renew the testosterone blocker, his testicles have atrophied so he's no longer producing it in any quantity, I'll just give him another oestrogen booster and growth hormone stopper and see him in another six weeks." "You've given him something to stop his growth?" Sarah queried, she understood that, if not the reference to testosterone. "Yes, I've found that if we can limit him to around 165 centimetres, that's about five feet four or five, she won't appear odd to anyone, rather than a six feet giant, don't you agree?" "Yes doctor." Sarah hadn't really thought of changing him quite so radically, but now thinking about it, decided it was for the best. She only thought that the other injections were a holding operation, she didn't realise that they were going to make permanent changes as well. On the way home they stopped off at a lingerie shop where, to his utmost humiliation he was measured up for new bras. The only consolation he had was that the woman didn't for one minute suspect that he was a boy. They also stopped at the salon for their fortnightly appointment, he hadn't liked this and still thought it was wrong, but at least he felt pampered. The next day he was given a mini-dress to wear that was cut quite low in the front, it was pastel blue with darker blue details, and two and a half inch heeled strappy sandals in a matching colour to go with it. His mother and step father also dressed up. "We're going to see your Aunt Jane," she replied to his question. "I can't be seen by George dressed like this!" he exclaimed. George was his cousin on his mother's side of the family. "You've got to see him sometime, come along, they already know what's happened, it won't be a surprise." In spite of his continued protestations, they took the hour or so drive to his mother's sister's home to meet his Aunt Jane and Uncle Victor with their son George. When they parked up in their driveway, he thought he was going to faint with the humiliation. His mother had to practically drag him out from the back of the car. His transformation may have been explained to them, but the extent of his feminine charms certainly weren't expected. They couldn't hide their shock at his appearance, the major reaction came from George though. Being a year older and much more mature, he'd always viewed having to socialise with his very much less developed cousin as a chore. That day however, he couldn't take his eyes off him, examining him from his exposed shapely long legs to especially his cleavage, which left him in no doubt about his cousin's new gender. For a brief minute Jane was able to talk to Julie on his own. "So what do you think of your changes, Julie, do you like them?" "No Auntie, I hate them." "But you've been wearing panties, haven't you?" "No Auntie, it was something I was accused of and didn't do." At that moment his mother came into the kitchen, where they were, and Jane wasn't able to ask him anything else in front of her without the danger of causing a family rift, but later she cornered her sister. "Sarah, are you certain that this is what James wants?" she asked. "Yes I am sure, oh he may well deny it, but I've taken expert advice from a doctor who often deals with that sort of child." "I accept that, but what are you both going on? Just one incident of the stolen knickers which may or may not be true, what else has caused you to think that this is what he wants?" "Don't you think that's enough?" Sarah was getting annoyed, not least because she had started to have doubts herself over the radical treatment her child was being given to slow his growth. "I found the incontrovertible evidence myself, I know he took those damn panties." "You mean he has denied taking them? I hope to God you're right Sarah because James was always an honest boy and if there's another explanation, you're ruining your boy's whole life." Sarah couldn't stand the criticism any longer so she gathered up her husband and Julie and they left in a very short time under somewhat of a cloud. By the end of two months she couldn't understand why he was still so adamant that he didn't want to wear what he obviously really wanted. What was more, quite often in the mornings Julie asked to be able to wear his 'own' clothes, so every time she had to reply that they were his own clothes. Other mornings he repeated the same thing; "I didn't take those panties." Until just after their visit to Jane's, when Sarah told him that if he insisted on maintaining that lie, she would invite all his friends round and have him parade in front of them in a bikini. That stopped him speaking at all each morning. "I can't believe that Julie is still trying to claim that she didn't take those panties," she told William one evening as they sat in front of the television. "Has it occurred to you that perhaps he's telling the truth?" her husband replied. "Don't be ridiculous," she told him. "I see that his, I mean her chest is getting very big, have you got her some padding?" he asked. He was still having a problem using the feminine pronoun for the child he had become to think of as his son. "No, that's the effect of the testosterone blocker the doctor gave her," she told him. Up in the bedroom, Julie was also thinking about the growths on his chest. At first he put it down to wearing a bra all the time, but by now even he had to realise that no article of clothing could cause growths like he was developing. For weeks now he realised that they were breasts and what was worse was that his nipples sometimes still itched like crazy. He had another problem as well. With them not calling him, he decided to ring several of the boys he knew, and a couple of them had told him that his friend Martin had been laughing about the trick he'd played on him. They told him that Christine had been so cross that he wasn't friendly towards her, that she'd got her brother to plant a pair of her panties in his bedroom. Then she'd told her mother that James had taken them and that was what had caused his mother to search his bedroom. They wanted to know if it had got him into trouble. "Nick," he asked his best friend and the third one to tell him, "would you tell Mr Franklin that story?" "What, our teacher?" Nick asked. "Yes, he lives just round the corner from me, number forty two. Would you meet me there at, say two this afternoon?" Nick agreed to talk to the teacher from their school who was also the one the boys had always been told to go to if they had any problems that they couldn't talk about to anyone else. Julie had to warn his friend that he might look a bit different, then had to telephone the teacher to make sure he would be in at the appointed time. As it got close to two he washed off as much of his make up as he could, put on a pair of short white socks, rather than his tights, and then used the longest coat he owned, a girl's mackintosh, to cover his skirt, and slipped out of the house. He was relieved to see that Nick was already outside number forty two waiting for him. "Thanks Nick," he said as he walked up. "Is that you James?" Nick had done a double take, his friend's appearance had changed so much he looked like a girl. Telling him he would explain later, they went and knocked on the teacher's door. It was Mrs Franklin that opened it. She accompanied the boys into their living room where Mr Franklin was waiting. "Nick, would you tell Mr Franklin what you told me about Martin and Christine Forbes?" he asked. Nick went through the story of setting up James with the Panties, then James told his story of what had happened to him. "You say the doctor gave you lots of injections and some tablets, James?" the teacher wanted to know. "Yes, and all my clothes have been taken away and I'm dressed like this all the time." taking a deep breath, and realising that this was going to be something he would never live down, he nevertheless took off his coat, to show the skirt and blouse he was wearing. Before he did anything else, Franklin asked Nick to wait out in their kitchen for a few minutes. His wife took the boy out there, gave him a drink and some biscuits, telling him to wait there until she called him. By the time his wife returned to their living room, Franklin had asked his pupil about his chest. "I think I'd better show you sir." He undid his blouse and bra, revealing a generous pair of breasts which must have been 'B' cup by now. "They've been growing ever since I was given the bra to wear sir." "I'm terribly sorry James, but this is very serious." he looked at his wife, then continued. "I'm going to make a couple of phone calls, would you mind repeating your story to a policeman and a lawyer I know? I'll try to get them both here together so you don't have to go through it too many times, will that be OK?" The boy agreed but was told to dress himself. Once he was decent they called Nick back into the room. "How good a friend to James are you Nick?" Franklin asked him. "I'd like to think that I'm his best friend sir," was the reply. "If you're a really good friend, you're going to have to do something very difficult for you." Franklin looked Nick in the eyes. "I'm going to ask you to tell that story to two people that are coming here, then I want you to go home and not tell anyone about what's gone on here. Imagine what it would be like if you had been accused the way James was, think of how embarrassing it would be for you. Well if you don't say anything, that will prevent some of that embarrassment for James. Can you do that?" Yes sir." Nick turned to his friend. "I won't tell anyone James, you can count on me." Mrs Franklin got them all tea and cakes but it was less than an hour later that a police inspector and a solicitor had taken a statement from Nick, he'd signed it and been sent on his way with a promise from James, as was, that he'd phone him when he got a chance. Just after that a third person had arrived and introduced herself as Dr Stephanie Freeman. The boy had to go through his story again, but this time it was put in writing and he signed it. The doctor took him into his teacher's bedroom where she examined him and took intimate photos to give to the policeman, Inspector Jim Brown, who said that copies of everything would be supplied to his lawyer, Arthur Mead. The latter asked if the boy had a place of safety to go to. Mrs Franklin immediately told them that he could stay with them provided he was willing. By this time James/Julie was close to tears but he readily agreed. She took him up to their spare bedroom that he could use, in the meanwhile the doctor explained the situation. "I've got to confirm it with blood tests, but it seems likely to me that he's had a testosterone blocker and at least two doses of oestrogen kick starter. Nothing else would work that quickly on the boy. I think he's best off being left here tonight, but first thing in the morning I want to meet him down at the County Hospital to examine him properly. I'll also have the results of the blood test that I've just taken the sample for. It would be a help if this Doctor Wells could be questioned to find out exactly what he's been given." "As I'm the teacher responsible for safeguarding James's class," Franklin explained. "I was told that there was something going on, his mother phoned the school, she didn't say what it was but I inferred from what the Head told me that it was a sexual health problem and she asked he be excused to the end of term." "How serious is it Doctor?" the Inspector asked. "I'm afraid that if I'm guessing correctly, it may be too late to recover his male body, I've never come across such a blatant case of child abuse done by a doctor." "Is there nothing you can do tonight?" the teacher wanted to know. "Well what I plan is to go and get some synthetic testosterone to give him it tonight. It won't be enough to reverse anything, I can't attempt that without more information, but it will stop any further deterioration until we can work out a detailed plan of action." * * * * * Sarah was just about to dish up their evening meal when there was a knock on the door. "Get that will you William, then give Julie a shout that dinner's ready." In a moment or two the kitchen door opened and a man and woman that she didn't know were shown through by her husband. "Mrs Lovestock?" She agreed she was. "You have a son called James?" "Ye...s." She had a sudden terror that something had happened to her new daughter. "My name is Inspector Brown and this is Sergeant Lewis. I'm arresting you for child abuse, you do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something that you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may also be given in evidence." "What!" she exclaimed. "What are you talking about?" "Mrs Lovestock, have you allowed someone to give an unnecessary medicine to your child?" "No, you don't understand, he's confused about his sexuality, the doctor just gave him something to hold him back until he's old enough to make up his mind about what he wants to be." "You can tell us all about it at the police station," Sergeant Lewis told her. They checked that all the kitchen appliances were turned off and took Sarah out to the police car. William told her that he would contact a lawyer and not to say anything until he brought the lawyer to meet her. He would tell Julie where they were in case she worried. "If by Julie, you're talking about your son, he's not in his room, he's in a place of safety." In spite of her demanding to know what was happening and where her child was, the officers would tell her nothing. They had to wait for quite a time for her lawyer, during which she had the indignity of being housed in a cell. When he arrived he got a summary of the offence from the police, then asked to speak to his client before the interview. When she saw him she could see a very serious look on his face. She explained what she knew, then they went into the interview room where the conversation was under caution and recorded. "What made you think that your son, James, was confused as to his sexuality Mrs Lovestock?" the inspector asked her. "I know he stole a pair of panties from a friend's sister, I found them under his bed." "Did James admit stealing them?" "No, of course not, he wouldn't admit it would he?" "So James is in the habit of telling lies?" "Well, no, he's actually a very truthful boy normally and would you stop calling her James, her name is Julie Anne Lovestock and I have the papers to prove it." "So James just lied this one and only time?" The detective ignored her comment. "Yes." "So what excuse did James give you?" "He claimed that he must have been set up, but then he would be bound to make an excuse for something so embarrassing." "So you questioned the boy that James claimed set him up?" "I had no need, now isn't it about time you told me what this is all about?" "Mrs Lovestock," the Inspector took a deep breath, "we have questioned Martin Forbes about this and he has told us that his sister, Christine Forbes wanted to play some sort of prank on your son. To that end she gave her brother a pair of her knickers to plant in your son's bedroom so she could pretend he had taken them." "No... No... It can't be true, they're making it up." "I can absolutely guarantee that they aren't Mrs Lovestock, they tearfully admitted it in front of their mother." "My poor boy, I didn't believe him. I'll make it up to him, he can have all new clothes and I'll get him a new bigger computer for him to play on." "What are you going to do about his breasts, I'm told they're a good 'B' cup in size, he can hardly disguise them, can he?" "Oh... No... surely they're not that big, are they? I'm sure that Doctor Wells can reverse what he's done if I tell him it was an honest mistake." "I'm afraid that's not all madam." the Inspector practically spat out 'madam'. "He's been examined by a doctor and she has said that there is so much damage done to his genitals she's doubtful that he will ever be able to regain his masculinity. He may find that the only course open to him, if he wants any sort of sex life, is to be surgically changed to a female." By the time he'd finished talking Sarah had become hysterical and started to bang her head on the desk in front of her. The interview was terminated. As she was taken back to the cells she hadn't recovered so didn't see Doctor Wells, in handcuffs, being taken in the direction of the interview room. * * * * * The next morning the blood tests confirmed what the doctor had already suspected. He was never going to make a man. A specialist psychiatrist in gender dysphoria was called in and he worked very slowly with Julie, over three sessions of an hour each, before she explained what had happened to him and his current prognosis. Because of the way she had gently explained everything, he accepted what had happened to him far better than any of the other people behind him had expected. The psychiatrist suggested that he have a small operation on his privates. They wouldn't be removed, but they would be fixed up so they looked like a girl's vagina and he would have to sit to pee. He seemed to be more concerned about what was going to happen to his mother but he agreed that they could go ahead with the cosmetic surgery. "Do you want to go back living with her?" his lawyer, Arthur Mead asked him. "I'm sorry, I don't want her hurt, but I wouldn't be able to trust her enough to want to live with her, unfortunately don't know an alternative." "Actually I've had two serious offers of a place you could live," he answered, "both your teacher and your aunt have asked if you want to live with them." Julie decided to take up the suggestion to sleep on his answer, he was being kept in hospital for a second night for observation. The next day Julie had made a decision. He realised that if he went to his aunt and uncle, although it would mean having to live with his cousin, he would automatically attend a different school. That would bring far less complications in the way of his friends questioning him and he never wanted to see Martin or his sister again. "I'll get a part time job to help pay for my keep," he told the lawyer. "That's the last thing that you need to worry about." was the reply. "Your mother was left quite wealthy by your father and she will have to pay that and a lot more besides and as well as that the doctor is going to have to pay a great deal of money into a trust fund I'm arranging for you. The more important question is your happiness. I realise that this was never going to be your choice for your future, but everyone I've spoken to will do the very best they can to make that life easier for you." That afternoon his Aunt Jane came for him, she told him that the story they'd told George was that he was now a complete girl. She reasoned that so long as absolutely no one knew he was still a boy, there'd be no chance of word getting out. They'd arranged for all his clothes to be collected from his mother's home and an injunction was placed on her that meant that she couldn't come near or make contact with him in any way. He learned that his stepfather, William, had left his mother, telling her that he was too disgusted for words and she was only at home to await her trial. He'd not long been left alone in his new bedroom, to arrange his things there, when there was a knock on the door. He opened it to find his cousin George standing there so he invited him in. "Sorry to interrupt your unpacking...err Julie..." For the first time in his life he could see that George was tongue tied. "I mean... I'm really sorry... What happened and all... If there's anything I can do just let me know, OK?" "Thanks George, that's really nice of you. I'll finish my unpacking and I'll come down, perhaps we can have a chat?" "Err...Yes, that would be great." And with that he left. As he finished he couldn't help thinking about how odd George had appeared. Then it suddenly hit him. George, big strong bossy George, was actually shy in front of him. He'd seen it in other boys in the company of girls and it suddenly dawned on him that boys may have more physical strength, but it was girls who to a very large extent that could do the controlling. For the first time since the big bust up at the Franklin's house, he started to reconsider the state of his abused body, and it was only now he could actually see that being a girl might not be quite so bad. Over the course of the weeks before he had to restart school Auntie Jane regularly took him to see his psychiatrist and her colleague who gave him lessons in being a girl. His aunt sat in on much of what he was hearing and taught, so she was able to continue and develop on these lessons. They spent time together, shopping mainly and even if they didn't buy much, or even anything, she would point out to him the different cuts and feel of various fabrics and clothes. To his surprise he found these forays fascinating. She bought fashion magazines, having established that he already had seen many of the teen offerings, given to him by his mother. This gave them common ground to talk about and one of the things they looked out for in the shops were items of high fashion. It was the first time in his life that he'd been treated, and importantly consulted, in an adult manner. She also took him to choose a new computer to go in his room; with internet connection. This revealed something odd. The first thing he did was to download the games that he had enjoyed playing so much, but when it came to it, he found they could no longer hold his attention. They just didn't seem as exciting as they used to be, so he found himself Googleing tips on hairstyles and make up instead. The semi-permanent cosmetics that his mother had applied to his face had long since worn off and he was becoming quite adept at doing his own. He was fascinated in the way he could change the appearance of his face with them and highly amused when he looked in the mirror and caught George getting surreptitious looks at him. He knew that it was lust, not that he was in any way odd because he used to be a boy. By his first day at school his aunt, to try to give him the confidence he needed and to make sure his introduction went well, had found out that the daughter of a friend of hers was in the same class as he would be joining. She invited the girl, Stacey, round a couple of days beforehand so he automatically had someone he knew to walk to school with. However in spite of this help, he was still terrified as he walked between George and Stacey and the school got closer by the minute. That evening he looked back on the day as a complete anti-climax. By the second or third period he'd forgotten his fears and found that school was just normal. No embarrassment, no drama, just school. The next day was another milestone, a gym lesson. He changed along with the other girls and afterwards came what he was dreading, the communal girl's showers. It was the first time he had seen a naked girl in the flesh and realised that whatever happened he shouldn't stare at them. To his surprise and relief he found that he looked just like them, the doctor at the hospital had done such a good job that no one doubted that he was a girl. He had always been a bright child, not outstanding but well above the average intelligence of his age group. At his new school he found it was no different and he immediately got on well with both his lessons and his classmates. He was especially interested in computer studies, something this new school had developed to give them a high reputation. Within two weeks he was perfectly happy with schoolwork and joined in with a group of girls that were mutual friends. The only thing he couldn't talk knowledgably about was boys from the girls' point of view, but he listened carefully and noted the sort of things they were saying. A little over a month later he was walking to school by himself, thinking nothing of it, rather he was wondering what to buy Stacey for her birthday at the weekend. He hardly noticed the car that pulled up alongside him until someone grabbed him and pushed him into the back seat, slammed the door then jumped in the front and drove off. He was astonished to find that it was his mother. "What are you doing?" he asked her. "I've come to rescue you," she replied. "Don't you think you've done enough to me?" "Darling, I know I did wrong and I'm going to put it right." She was smiling at him. "How can you put it right? You've already turned me into a girl." "No James, you're not a girl you're my boy and that's the way you're going to grow up, it's not too late." As they pulled up at a junction he tried to open the door but she had activated the central locking switch set in the driver's door. "Mother, it is, I've seen several doctors and they all agree that there's no way I can grow up a man." "What do doctors know?" She didn't wait for a reply. "Look what Doctor Wells told us, he was wrong." "Mother he was only going on what you told him I did and that wasn't true." It was Julie's turn to talk to his mother as if she was the child. "He was wrong to do what he did but he didn't have all the information and what he did have was wrong. The doctors I've seen since have examined me and explained what has happened to my body. They have all the information to make a call and they say I'm going to grow up as a woman." By this time they had pulled up in the drive of his mother's house, she pulled him out of the car and straight in through the front door. "Go upstairs and wash that make up off your face James." she told him and he decided to humour her, doing as she told him. It wasn't long before she joined him and as soon as he was done she guided him into his old bedroom. "I've replaced some of your clothes James, we'll have to shop for some more but in the meantime I've at least got you enough for school, here put these on." Sarah handed him a pair of boy's pants telling him to take off the girl's clothes. "I know now you don't like wearing these girl's things." She helped him off with all his clothes then took them out of the room, all he could do was dress in the pants, socks, trousers, shoes and shirt, picking up his school blazer and joining her downstairs. He was shocked how uncomfortable and scratchy these clothes were. "That's better James, no we've got to get you to school, you're late already." "I can't go to school like this," he told her, "I'm registered as Julie, a girl." "Not that school silly, you've got to go back to your proper school." "Mother, whether you like it or not, I'm now for all intents and purposes a girl, I've got breasts and there is no sign of anything between my legs. How can I go to school dressed as a boy?" "James, I've made that mistake once, I'm not going to make it again," she said as she caught hold of his arm and dragged him back out to her car. She got him into the back again and proceeded to drive him to his old school. Once there she pulled him out of his seat and pushed him into the school playground where it was already the mid morning break. He was soon seen by his ex-classmates, who came over to find out what was going on. As soon as she saw that, his mother drove off. What even he hadn't realised was that after four months of hormone treatment his features had softened and of course his hair was long and wavy with a hint of highlights. The students that knew him had mainly recognised his general appearance from a distance, combined with the fact that his mother had delivered him. As soon as they got closer, all he looked like was a girl in boy's clothes. "He's gone all poofter!" shouted one of the school bullies, a boy who was big and used his size as a weapon. "He's not!" It was Nick who didn't know what was going on but leapt to his friend's defence. To make matters worse Julie hadn't done up his blazer and as he tried to turn away the tightness across his buttoned up shirt became obvious. "He's got tits!" a girl shouted. Two of the bigger boys grabbed his jacket and pulled it off of him and his breasts were obvious to everyone. The crowd round him got bigger and the more belligerent among them started to pull at his clothes, it wasn't long before his trousers had disappeared but when his pants were pulled down everyone stopped. "Cover her up, she's a girl." One of the senior girls had seen what was going on and came to his rescue. She got his jacket back and wrapped it round his lower regions, told another girl to get the rest of his clothes back and half led, half carried him into the school buildings. There she realised that Nick had followed her. "Get back out there, keep away from her," she told him. "It's OK, I really am a friend of James, I know what happened, I was trying to stop them." Then he had a thought. "You need to get him to Mr Franklin, he knows all about it as well." "Alright, you go and find him and I'll take her to the first aid room." The girl quickly had it organised, even to the extent of cleaning up some scratches Julie had, pending the arrival of the adults. When his assault had started Julie had gone past embarrassment, his brain couldn't cope and he had fainted then remained in virtually a catatonic state even after the arrival of their form teacher. On the way Nick had briefed Mr Franklin on what had happened as far as he knew, so when he saw the state Julie was in he phoned both Doctor Freeman and the police. He was able to get Julie to drink a little water but couldn't get sense from the boy. All he could say was muttering something about his mother going crazy. It was two days before he had recovered sufficiently to tell how he was kidnapped by his mother, but by then she had already been arrested, charged and placed before a magistrate who remanded her in custody. Initially it was just for breaking the injunction against her but other charges followed once they had the full story. By the time Julie was discharged and could return to his aunt and uncle's home, his mother had been committed by a judge under the mental health act. Julie's own committal was just a hair's breadth away but with the care of his family and the professionals he already knew, he recovered in time. Apart from being a resilient child, Julie grew up with the backing of a substantial trust fund, both from Doctor Wells and most of his mother's assets, including the family home. Both the doctor and Sarah were also given prison sentences and the doctor struck off. * * * * * Sarah Lovestock was eventually transferred to an ordinary prison to serve out her time, the experts had decided that whatever delusions she had suffered from, she had now placed them firmly in her past. She had been detained there for some four years when, unusually, she was told she had a visitor. When she walked in to the room she saw a woman smartly dressed in a pastel blue two piece business suit, the skirt of which was short enough to present her shapely legs to best advantage. She was the antitheses of herself, she had become a dowdy woman with very little to look forward to in life. Sarah assumed the woman was yet another sent to assess her for her planned release. "Hello Mother," she said. "James..." Sarah hesitated, then, "Julie, you're beautiful." She started to profusely apologise but Julie stopped her. "Mother, you're due to be released on licence next month but you have to have a reputable address to go to. Our old home has been rented out but it's vacant now and I've moved back in, would you like to live with me there until you feel confident enough to cope on your own? When that happens I'll get my own place and I want you to live in our house for as long as you want." "Oh my dear child, how are you able to offer me this after what I did to you?" "Mother, you were so guilt ridden about your original mistake I know that you only ever loved me. That was proved by your breakdown afterwards. Now you have to understand that I couldn't be happier. I'm as complete a woman as modern medicine can make me and I'm employed doing advanced computer development by an international company who obviously see a future for me. I want us to get back to having a normal relationship for a mother and daughter." Sarah cried with happiness and relief but insisted that she show contrition for her actions by being the best friend to her new daughter as she could. Julie was told that her mother became highly emotional for the duration of her remaining weeks of incarceration. For the first time in years she felt she had something to live for. Julie's Aunt Jane couldn't understand how her niece could be so forgiving, until she explained that everyone knew her mother had made what could have been a catastrophic mistake but at no stage had it been other than with love. Everyone had to get over what she had done, nothing was worse than getting all bitter and twisted about past injustices. Julie insisted that she was going move on and wanted others to do the same. After all, she was more than happy with her body and life. On her personal front, she kept in touch with her friend Nick after changing schools and met up with him from time to time. The friendship gradually changed to something more without them realising it, until one night after they had both been to a show with a late supper afterwards. Nick saw her home and somehow, when their faces were close together, he leaned forward and kissed her. This suddenly unleashed a passion that neither of them realised they had. As Nick tried to apologise, Julie took him by the hand and it seemed that the next thing either of them were conscious of, they were in bed together and Nick didn't make it home that night. They were both completely smitten with each other and Julie's inability to have children was no problem for him. Inside a year they were married and her Uncle Victor walked her down the isle, giving her away to the man she loved. She looked stunning in her wedding gown and no one at the reception afterwards could have guessed, unless they knew her history, that she had ever been a boy. Two years later they adopted a baby brother and sister whose parents had been killed in an accident. It's worth noting that Sarah made a very loving grandmother, determined that these children would grow up in exactly the way they wanted.