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THE BULLIED BOY "James Drake, what sort of state are you in?" Mary Drake asked her son Jimmy, as always using his full first name in a way he knew was the sign he was in even more trouble. It was the third time in as many weeks when he'd come home from school with his clothes torn. He just hoped that his father would be too drunk tonight to notice, it wasn't that rare that he just got home from the pub and passed out in his chair. It was a godsend if he did, as all too often he would lie in bed listening to his mother being beaten and if he did something wrong she was relieved to be able to give him another target for his anger. Jimmy was doubly worried tonight, the last time he'd been bullied at school his father had told him that if he didn't fight back, he'd arrange with the school to send him dressed in the girls' uniform. "If you act like a pansy girl you'll be dressed that way," he'd threatened. The brute of a man had found out that the person that hit him was a girl, Sonja Harding. The fact that she was backed up by her brother Bill and his two friends Mike and Brian was ignored, even though any one of them, Sonja included, was considerably bigger than him. His mother had suggested that she see the headmistress and make a complaint but he'd begged her not to. Ms Style's notion was that at the age of fifteen he should be mature enough to sort it out himself, but the last boy who'd complained about the bullies ended up having a fatal accident. No one actually saw him step in front of the lorry and the driver only caught a glimpse, although rumour was that he swore the boy was pushed by someone else, but nothing could be proved. The thing that made Jimmy so afraid of his father wasn't just because of the physical violence, it was made many times worse because when he was sober, in fact any time he interacted with outside people, he was a respected member of the community. He already knew that his mother wouldn't back him up if he complained of his father's treatment of his wife and son, which left his word against that of Arthur Drake, a hard working and popular police sergeant and his wife. Jimmy was in bed and asleep by the time his father got home, so he was able to don his only pair of repaired trousers with his school uniform and leave on the bus before anyone was awake. Of course it meant he had to go without breakfast, but that was a small price to pay, not to see his father first thing. That day was Friday, a good day because he could look forward to a weekend without meeting his bullies, but bad in that, depending on his work shifts, he might see a lot more of his father. Not that night though, he was again asleep before his father was home. "Get up you pansy," he was woken by his father shouting at him. He wasn't quick enough so Drake pulled him by his hair to speed him up. "Just have a pee and put on a t-shirt, trainers and jeans, your getting a new outfit today and you'd better look after this one," the boy was told. The man harried his son out of their home and into his car. "Where are we going?" he wanted to know. "You'll find out soon enough," he scowled at the boy. "If I hear you've not been cooperating I'll flay the skin off your back, do you understand?" "Yes," he agreed quietly. They pulled into the parking reserved for mall security and Jimmy was led through the centre to a shop that also said it was a clinic doing makeovers whatever they were. He was a bit uneasy when he saw the display in the window was scanty female clothes but he didn't dare say anything. His father took his arm quite painfully and steered him through to a woman standing behind the counter. "Here's my boy Marge, can you do something with him? He's been on about coming here for years but he's a bit shy." "For you Art, I'll do him proud, what's his feminine name?" "It's Janet, how long will he be?" "Oh, you'd better leave it six hours, I'll be giving him the full treatment." Then to Jimmy: "Sign here dear." She placed a three page document in front of him with just the last page showing, with the place for him to sign, which he did. With that his father left him to be shown round the back of the counter and through a corridor and the first of several rooms off of it. He was helped up onto a high padded table. "What are you going to do?" he asked so quietly she had to ask him to repeat it twice before she could hear him. "We're going to make your dreams come true Janet," was all she'd tell him as she peeled off all his clothes and told him to lay on his stomach. After putting on some glasses she started to run a thing like a large hand torch very slowly over his back and legs. Then she had him turn over and repeated the process on his eyebrows, chin and neck, down to his chest and pubic area where she just left a small heart pattern of hair, finishing with the front of his legs. "There'll just be a small prick to deaden your arm a little," she told him wiping an area of his upper arm with a cold liquid on some cotton wool. After a couple of minutes she got a much larger needle, sticking it in the same place, but true to her word he didn't even feel it. "You're lucky not to have much body hair but you'll have to have a repeat after a few months to do anything I've missed, now slip this on and come with me." She gave him a short pink wrap to put on then led him out of that room into another that looked like a women's hair salon but with only a single place. He took the chair in front of a large mirror with lights round it and she placed a sheet round him, the same sort they used when he had his hair cut but with small pink flowers printed all over it. She washed his hair then two younger girls came in and started to work on the back of his head while 'Marge' left them to it, but only after she'd covered the mirror with a large towel. It was hours before they had completed the job of weaving extensions in to his naturally already quite long hair. By the time they had finished he realised that they would reach half way down his back. It was only then that he realised that his father was carrying out his word, he was going to be dressed, if not like a girl, certainly a sissy. He wanted to scream 'No!' but he had to heed his father's warning so he kept quiet in his misery. Having finished fitting his new crowning glory, they washed it again then smothered it in a foul smelling liquid. It was at this point Marge returned, took some bottle out of a drawer in front of him and started to paint his face. This sequence continued for a long time, something he'd lost track of, washing off chemicals, applying new ones, painting more of his face, putting hair in huge rollers, more painting, more chemicals. An age later, when he was under a dryer, his toes and fingernails were painted in a sparkling pink coloured varnish. Finally Marge told him it was time for him to get dressed. He looked in vain for his t-shirt and jeans, instead she gave him a delicate nylon panty to cover himself with and, going round his back, she fitted him with a matching bra. He mentioned that he was feeling sick. "Don't worry Janet, that's just the effect of the kick start hormones you've had, it will wear off in a few days and even by tomorrow morning you should see the difference they make, it will all be so worthwhile." He noticed that the bra he was wearing was empty but she placed a pair of what she called 'fillets' in the space. "Certainly by Monday morning you won't need these," she assured him. "Your panties will fit better as well." He was still trying to work out what she meant by this when she gave him first a flower decorated t-shirt and then, to his horror a short denim skirt. He tried to think of a way he could tell this lady, who seemed very nice, that he didn't want to wear a skirt, but couldn't come up with anything that wouldn't raise the ire of his father. He reluctantly put it on, followed by a pair of girl's sandals with a two inch block heel. It was only at that point he was placed again in the salon chair and the towel was removed for him to see himself for the first time. His previously brown hair was as he suspected, now almost down to his waist but instead of its previous mousey brown colour, it was now honey blonde and fell in luxuriant waves. His face was made up, firstly to make it look a smooth finish except his cheekbones were highlighted with a blush, his eyes made so much bigger by dark lines, mascara on luxuriant eye lashes, violet eye shadow and the remnants of his eyebrows picked out by more lines. His lips seemed so much thicker and coated in the same sparkling pink colour as his nails. Under his t-shirt he had what appeared to be breasts. He looked at himself and cried, tears ran down his cheeks. At that moment his father joined him. "Ah, look at her," Marge commented, "she's so happy she's got tears in her eyes. It's a good thing you suggested giving him permanent make up." "All done?" was all his father asked. Once he had confirmation that his new daughter was ready to go, he paid the bill and gave Marge a tip, accompanied by her remark that he was such a good, understanding father to give him such a wonderful present. The new Janet felt sick all over again. He tried to visualise killing his father, not a quick death but a slow one, something to make him realise what he was doing to his son. He would have included what he'd done to his wife as well, but that should be past tense, she was already dead, at least her spirit was. "Now I don't care if you're too much of a coward to fight back, now you look like what you've always been; a girl," his father growled, then noticed his tears were still falling. "You even cry like one." When they got back to the house, Janet wouldn't do anything except run to his room and close the door. There he discovered that all his clothes had been changed for girls ones including filmy nightdresses, even his school uniform. His tears came with renewed vigour. He had a couple of bottles of fizzy water there, so just had a drink and didn't respond when his mother called him to come down for dinner. He could hear his father shout to her that Janet didn't deserve any dinner, 'she' was sulking. He spent an uncomfortable night, he felt sick, his chest was irritating him and he couldn't get over the nightmare he'd fallen into. Early on Sunday morning he heard his father leave for work and shortly afterwards his mother knocked on his door. "Go away, I hate you," he shouted. "I'm sorry," was her only reply as she did as he told her. Again he stayed in his room all day, still not eating meals, he found a chocolate bar in his desk but as soon as he ate it he had to rush to the toilet and throw up. The following morning he was faced with the dilemma of getting dressed for school. He knew his father was already at work, so he tried to think of ways to mitigate his problem. He didn't want to wear a bra, but he found that his nipples made tents in the blouse he had instead of shirts, and where they rubbed they were very sore, so he put it on. He was further upset when he noticed his penis and testicles, they had become wrinkled and much smaller, he remembered what the woman had said about them being less of a problem in his panties on Monday. When he arrived in the kitchen it was his mother's turn to burst into tears, it was the first time she'd seen him and was devastated at the changes in him. "I'm sorry Janet, I didn't think he'd go this far." "My name's James or Jimmy, I'm not Janet," he told her. "I'm afraid your father's already told the school that you're transitioning to be a girl, so all your records will have been changed by the time you get there my poor darling." "I don't care, my name is James," he told her defiantly. "How could you let this happen?" She didn't answer him, just cried more forcibly. He ate some cereal for breakfast as he was now really hungry, but it wouldn't stay down, he vomited into the kitchen sink. The only good thing about that was it would take a while for his mother to get rid of the smell, something that would remind her of what she'd allowed to happen. On the bus journey to school he wasn't bothered by anyone, they simply didn't know who he was. As he walked in through the school gates the headmistress's secretary intercepted him, first asking if he was Janet Drake, then telling him to follow her for an appointment with Ms Style, even though he insisted that he was James Drake. As soon as he walked into the headmistress's presence he could see that for a moment that she didn't recognise him. "Good morning Janet," she greeted him once her secretary had confirmed his identity. "I want you to know that I'm fully supportive of your decision and to tell you that I am going to explain to your fellow pupils that they must respect your life choice and your new name." It was at that point Janet realised something. His father hadn't told him he had to use his new name, alright, it was implied, but he could claim that he hadn't been told. He knew that he was going to be in deep shit with the bullying clique, so it wouldn't make a difference to how he was going to be treated but it would be a small stand for him to take. "I haven't got a new name Miss, my name is James Drake." "Don't be silly Janet, you can't look like that and be called James," she smiled at him, the soon to be girl was obviously having to come to terms with everyone knowing what she'd always secretly wanted. "I'm not responsible for how I look, Miss, all I know is that my name has always been James and always will be." As progressive the head knew she was, she wasn't sure how to deal with a boy who wanted to be a girl, was well on the way, but still wanted to be called by her boy's name. She told him to wait in the secretary's office until after morning assembly and only go to his classroom when she told him to go. Confused as the head was, she decided the only thing to do was to stick to the original plan. She went into assembly to explain about gender confusion to the school and how everyone had the right to live their lives as they wanted. Pleased with the way her talk had gone, she released Janet to go to his classroom. "Good morning and welcome, Janet," his teacher, Ms Hart greeted him. "I'm sorry Miss," he took a breath and ploughed ahead with his plan, "my name is James, James Drake, would you mind using my proper name?" "But I was told your name had been changed," Francine Hart was not only confused, she thought she'd made a terrible blunder of political correctness. "Not by me Miss, I'm James now and always will be." "I'm sorry James, please forgive me," she decided to play along until she could get further advice on the subject. At mid-morning break he expected to be either shunned or humiliated. It was almost the former, but the only two people he could remotely call his friends, Jenny Downs and Alice Franks came up to him. "What's happened Jimmy?" Alice asked. "We didn't recognise you." They already knew about the way he was bullied both at school and home by his father, so he only had to say that his father had carried out his threat. He explained about the makeover establishment which they both had heard of but didn't know what they did. "What have you got under your bra?" she wanted to know. "The woman who did this put some rubber thing in there to start with, but she gave me injections so that by this morning it's all me." "That's terrible," Jenny joined in, "I didn't think that was allowed." "For my father, everything's allowed," was all Jimmy could say. At lunchtime he was jostled in the queue by his nemeses, Sonja and her brother, but for the first time since Friday he was able to eat a little food and keep it down. After school, as expected, he was grabbed by the little gang and dragged into the bushes behind the school. This time, instead of beating him up, they had a new and what they described as a more suitable penance for him to pay, they forced him to suck off each boy in turn. Each one managed to spill whatever he wasn't able to swallow down his face and front. By the time he got on the bus he was in despair, crying and smelling of cum. When he got home his father was waiting for him. He was going to roast him over not wanting to have his name changed, but when he saw the state the boy was in, he laughed himself so much he went off to the pub to tell his mates what had happened and forgot all about his original intention. His mother went to help him clean up, but he brushed off her olive branch. "I don't want your help," he bluntly told her through his sobs, "you're as bad as him, worse even, at least he doesn't understand how to behave in a civilised manner towards his son, you know better and still do nothing. Did you know I'm growing real tits?" "I'm sorry," she told him through her own crying. "Get a record made," he told her and went up to the bathroom to clean himself up, he didn't come down for dinner. The next day at school he was there for the roll call he'd missed the previous day. When the name Janet Drake was read out he remained silent. "Janet, you're here, why don't you answer?" Ms Hart asked him. He just continued to return her stare. "Why don't you answer?" "There's no one called Janet Drake here Miss, if you're talking to me my name is James." "Oh dear, I thought Ms Style had sorted that out with your father," she commented but marked him present. The day continued much as the previous one up to lunchtime. Instead of waiting until after school, the gang grabbed him after he'd eaten for a repeat performance of his oral skills, but this time they'd been bragging about what they'd done the evening before and another half dozen boys had joined them. At first he tried to refuse, but a few punches later and he wasn't able to put up resistance, especially as Sonja had him by a piece of rope tied round his neck and tightening it so he could barely breath. She relaxed it enough to keep him aware for the first five or six boys, but at that point the vomited, down himself and the boy who happened to be Brian, one of the gang. Sonja's immediate reaction was to try to stop him by pulling harder on the rope which caused him to pass out. They left him in the bushes, covered in cum and vomit. It was an hour or more before he was sufficiently recovered to make his way back to the school entrance. It occurred to him to go home but realised that he wanted the school staff to know what was going on under their noses, however, his traumas and lack of food over several days by then, meant that he only got as far as the door of his classroom before he fainted again. He tumbled in through the door. His faith in having the bullying at the school was misplaced. The head had him removed to their first aid room then picked up by his father as soon as he was able. Between the head and his father, they came to the conclusion that he'd been giving away sexual favours and got carried away. That was how it was recorded in the school's incident book. Bruises, as on many occasions previously, were ignored. Back at home his mother had to help the only semi-conscious boy remove his clothes and clean up. She turned a blind eye to the changes to his body which by then were quite significant. Apart from the effects of his makeover treatment, she could see that he was becoming very thin, a shadow of his former self even though he had never had a spare inch of fat on him. She tried to encourage him to come downstairs for something to eat, but he ignored her, cleaned his teeth and went to bed. He was certain that the worst day of his life was over and dropped off to sleep but he was woken at about midnight when his father came home. "Get out of bed slut," he ordered. "Let's find out why so many lads wanted a blow job from you." He proceeded to drag him out of bed onto the floor, where he forced his mouth open to use it until he was sated. "Not bad," he said, "you need a bit more practice though." Drake senior went off to bed while his son simply collapsed on the floor where he was left. That was where his mother found him the next morning when he didn't appear downstairs. He dry heaved, he'd eaten nothing to bring up, and he ached all over but he didn't dare not go to school so he let his mother help to dress him and he was just in time to catch the bus. Jenny and Alice had made a point of waiting for the same bus and were shocked at how he appeared. He was so white his skin looked like paper, except where the bruises were now showing clearly, and he didn't seem able to even talk although he did smile when he saw them but fell asleep within minutes. They had to shake him awake when they arrived, then help him into the school building where they made use of the library which was open but deserted. In answer to their questions he gave a very brief description of everything that had happened to him in the last twenty four hours. He heard Jenny get on the phone to someone, but didn't catch who. When the bell rang they made their way to the classroom for roll call. "Janet Drake?" Ms Hart called. He didn't answer. She tried again with the same result. "Janet, I've been instructed by the headmistress to only call you by your proper name and if you don't answer I'm to mark you as absent and to let her know so that your father can be informed." "He'll probably be pleased Miss," he quietly replied, "I expect he'll make me give him another blow job." The classroom descended to chaos as a result of what he said. "Go to the headmistress's study now," she shouted to him above the noise. "Who are you telling to do that Miss, Janet or James?" he'd decided to go down in flames. He'd come to the conclusion that morning that his life wasn't worth living, he was going to commit suicide and the easiest way to do that was to provoke his father enough for him to overstep the mark. He had no illusions that his father would be punished, he had too many friends on the job for that. If that hadn't been the case, they would have followed up the number of times his mother had been put in hospital by him, but no action had ever been taken "I'm telling Janet." He sat there without moving with the class around him suddenly starting to back him up. "You know he's been bullied for years Miss but no one ever helps him," a boy who James didn't think of as a friend shouted that out. "He was attacked yesterday and you couldn't care less," someone else shouted. Ms Hart realised that she was losing control but more importantly, she was being told things she was pretty sure were true. It's just that Ms Style was proud of the behavioural record at the school, nothing nasty ever happened, so if it looked as if it might, she did all she could to smooth it over. The confused teacher acted the only way she could think of, she pulled James by the arm and dragged him out of the room all the way to the headmistress's study. Just as she was arriving she was beaten to the outer door by a very large man, leading a group of three men and two women. He opened the door and walked straight in, past the secretary and straight in to Ms Style's study. "Who are you and what do you think you are doing barging in here?" she was furious. "Allow me to introduce myself Ms Style, I am Detective Superintendent Hunt, and these are my colleagues Detective Inspector Brian Harper and Detective Sergeant Lucy Diamond." Then a woman stepped forward. "Ms Style, I am Mary Sussex and this is my colleague Anthony Andrews and we are from the National Schools Inspectorate. These are my credentials." She showed her an official looking I.D.. In the background Ms Hart still had James by his elbow, but they both edged forward to hear what was going on. It was the Super who took up the conversation. "I am given to understand that at least one of your pupils, a minor, has been bullied mercilessly over a long period and that culminated in multiple sexual assaults on that minor yesterday and the day before. You have failed to take action to investigate or make what is a mandatory report to the police. I am also going to question you in regard to a different sexual assault on the same minor, conspiring with the child's father, a Mr Arthur Drake. I am placing you under arrest for those offences, 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." At this point Ms Style just sat open mouthed, so Ms Hart took the opportunity to push James forward. "Excuse me Superintendent Hunt, but this is the boy in question." The sergeant came over and collected him and asked the secretary if there was a room they could use. She told her that the library was presently not in use so James showed her the way. As they were walking he heard her on her radio asking for an ambulance to collect him for examination but once they were alone and seated in the library she asked him how he came to be wearing girl's clothes. He briefly went through the history of being bullied at school, the threat from his father and that his mother was too frightened to stop him carrying it out. He detailed the treatments at the makeover and that he had to sign a form before it started, but he wasn't allowed to read what he'd signed. "Did the lady there ask your age James?" He thanked her for using his real name and told her no, but as he was only fifteen he assumed that his father would have had to sign something, but he hadn't seen that happen. "Where did you get those bruises James?" was the next thing she wanted to know about. "Call me Lucy, will you?" He explained about the three boys and a girl who had bullied him and yesterday's attack was by even more, but when he tried to resist he was beaten. Then he explained that he was thirsty, he hadn't had a drink since the day before and he could still taste his father in his mouth. She asked if he had cleaned his teeth in the meantime, to which he replied that he didn't have time that morning and it had happened after he cleaned them the previous evening. At that the woman immediately opened the briefcase she was carrying and with some difficulty found a box of swab collecting kits. She spent a long time wiping that and a second one round and round every crevice in his mouth before she got him a glass of water. Only minutes later a paramedic arrived and Lucy went with him in the ambulance to a private clinic which he knew was where his friend Jenny Down's father worked and it was him that came to meet them. He had to undergo a great many measurements and examinations, including x-rays, giving blood and urine samples, the last was difficult as he'd had so little to drink. His clothes were removed and he was given a hospital gown, but of course he still had the make up on his face and his very feminine hair. While he was eating lunch the doctor returned. "We've been told that you've been given slow release hormone capsules James," Dr Downs told him, "we've found out exactly where they are and we're going to have to remove them, so I'm going to give you two injections. The first is to counteract what you've already had and the second is to numb you so I can take out the bad ones. As well as that, the police want photos of what's been done to you is that OK?" He was more than happy to agree, but once they were alone again, he spoke to Lucy. "When my father hears about this, he's going to kill me," he told her. "Don't worry about that, James, he's already under arrest and he's been taken to the Regional Headquarters Station. Mrs Fenton, the woman who you know as Marge, and your mother are with him," she told the shocked boy. "How did you find out about all this?" He asked. "Doctor Downs has a daughter at your school so she told him and he's on the police surgeons' list so he knew who to talk to." At that moment there was a knock on the door and Lucy got up and opened it. A woman introduced herself as his Aunt Sophie, his mother's sister, and her husband David. Lucy let them in but they were strangers to James. "Hello James," his aunt greeted him and he returned it with a certain amount of suspicion, "I'm sorry you don't know me but I'm your auntie. We're not strangers by our choice, I'm afraid that as soon as your mother married, her husband stopped her seeing everyone she knew, both family and friends, so we never saw you when you were born. It wasn't our choice, you understand?" He was actually relieved to find out that he had family and they seemed warm towards him but noticed Lucy writing in her notebook. "Would you mind making a statement to that effect, Mrs Moore?" she asked. "Certainly, there's no problem." "Oh, come here my darling," his aunt grabbed him and gave him a hug. They all noticed something awful. He was at a loss to know what to do. He'd never been shown physical affection his whole life and it wasn't until later they discovered that his father had forbidden his mother from hugging him or using what he called 'sissy terms of endearment' ostensibly because he was to grow up a man, not a sissy, but was almost certainly caused because he was jealous of her close contact with other people, even his own child. This was among the reports extensively circulated among his former police colleagues, so there were no belated reprisals on the sergeant's behalf because they thought he was unjustly in danger of imprisonment. A great many people had to revise their opinions of Drake senior one hundred and eighty degrees. Doctor Downs admitted James to a private room, largely because the lad wanted to use boy's pyjamas but looked like a girl in appearance. His aunt and uncle lived quite locally but when they went to buy him some boys clothes, James had another visitor, one that he was only too pleased to see. Jenny was allowed to come to his hospital room by her father. "Alice says that she'll come to see you as well, as soon as you're allowed visitors," she told him. "Daddy sneaked me in." She was able to give him the news that every pupil at the school had been sent home as soon as they were able to make sure their parents were there to look after them. They'd been told that every pupil was going to be interviewed over the next few days and they were to say if they were either victims of bullying, or they knew someone that was. She said that already she'd heard of people that were going to come forward and a lot of them had seen James being bullied, some of those had even spoken to their teachers about it after they saw a television programme showing that it was the right thing to do. They were going to be able to say which teachers were told and didn't do anything. While she was still there a nurse arrived with a special solvent and cleaned his face with it. Although it only had a limited effect, she told him that with repeat treatments all the make up would be gone inside a week. She also removed extra eyelashes that had been glued to his lids and told him that a hairdresser would be there the next morning to cut and re-dye his hair back close to his original colour. His aunt and uncle returned then and Jenny was going to go, but they insisted that she stay and thanked her profusely when he told them that it was her that saved him. They then spent a couple of hours talking to both the youngsters, finding out about their lives and preferences, they were even all supplied dinner to eat with him at a table in the room, while they chatted. At eight o'clock they noticed he was tired and left him to sleep for the night. He was operated on to remove the bulk of his breast tissue, but apart from then, over the next few days he had someone with him a great deal of the time. Mostly of course it was his aunt and uncle and two school friends, but the greatest surprise for him were the number of other students from, not only his class, but also from many others in the school. It seemed that his stand in spite of the awful things that had been done to him, had made him a hero to nearly everyone. He soon learned that the bullying was being described as endemic in the school, it being run by only about three of four groups, no more than twenty five out of the six hundred pupils, and it soon became clear that the teachers all knew of far more instances, but nothing had ever been done about it. James didn't hesitate to give Jenny the credit she deserved and it wasn't long before the whole school knew of her contribution. Four days after he was hospitalised the newspapers got the story of the bullying in the school and the scale of it caused considerable coverage. Although they printed his story he was still only fifteen, so they weren't allowed to identify him, something that he'd been afraid of. The story was of course resurrected once criminal cases came to court. The main culprit, Drake senior, was investigated in depth before the case and it opened a bag of worms. It became apparent that for years complaints of his brutality against suspects had been covered up, 'because he was such a nice man' was the excuse that came up regularly. The majority of the incidents were investigated by the police conduct division and they added a selection of examples to his charges. Mrs Drake was finally brave enough to make a full statement, including the occasions she had to attend the casualty department. These were cross referenced with reports on her injuries that were made to the police by the doctors under their rules. This led to disciplinarian action being taken against a number of other officers, although these were dealt with internally rather than going to court. However, this did result in a number of senior officers being demoted. With the weight of charges against him, some of which he initially pleaded not guilty to but was convicted of, he was given eleven years concurrent, made severe not by what he did to James, but that he used his position in the police as protection. Marge Fenton, a qualified doctor, had extenuating circumstances taken into account, she had been assured by Drake that his son was eighteen and thus able to agree to the procedures, but still was given three years and struck off. The headmistress, Ms Style, was only given community service, two hundred hours of unpaid work, but was told that she would never again be given a teaching post. Other teachers at the school were also told that they had to take a course on what was required for safeguarding as a teacher, before they were allowed back in the classroom. The judge was more sympathetic with Mary Drake, his mother. He accepted that initially she had tried to stand by a complaint of her husband's violence, but found it would go nowhere with his colleagues in the police force. However he did tell her that she should at least have attempted to protect her child and for that reason she was given two hundred hours unpaid work, and an injunction was put in place allowing her only accompanied visitation with James, and then only when he agreed. James was living with his aunt by the time the civil cases were heard. He was awarded damages against his parents, their house being paid for was their main asset, together with large sums against Marge's business and the education authority. It didn't make him rich but he was well set up once he was of age. He offered to pay for his keep at his aunt's place, but they refused any payment. They had been childless and enjoyed looking after the well behaved lad. His emotional state took a while to settle, but he learned to love and be loved, coming to enjoy the physical contact of hugging and kissing. He even learned that he enjoyed some of the girl's clothes that he had been given. But that was only if and when he wanted to, not being forced and for that he had the full support of his aunt and uncle, his official guardians. He found that he was able to talk to them openly about his feelings. He maintained his friendship with Jenny and Alice and in spite of thinking he would never be able to show his face at his school again, he was welcomed back as a hero, so had no further difficulties with the new staff or pupils. Anyone associated with the bullies had no place in the school now so those that wanted to were able to concentrate on their studies. The school became one of the best in the region. After going away to university, James became reconciled with his mother, but it was his uncle and aunt who took precedent at his wedding.