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The after dinner conversation continued with Ms. Lee alternating between friendly champion and professional counselor roles. "Kaylie, I tried to convince Dr. Taylor that you needed medical help right away to prevent unwanted puberty. Unfortunately, the referral to Dr. Taylor did not work out as I hoped. She could have helped, but she decided to go by the book and insist that you have the personality assessment and get documentation from the psychologists first. Doctors acting as gatekeeper was common at gender clinics in ancient times, but not in the Feminist Republic. Unfortunately, the official protocols do not give a lot of specific guidance on how to handle someone Kaylie's age. I am sure she was trying to balance conflicting objectives. "Up to now I have strictly followed the guidelines, for counselors dealing with boys who are identified for gender reassignment. Dr. Taylor's decision has put me in a difficult position. To minimize the risk of Kaylie entering male puberty I could have scheduled her psychological assessment at the earliest possible date, but this would have increased the risk of her being under-prepared to present convincingly as a girl." "So, what can we do?" Ann remarked without a lot of emotion. "I have often told Hillary that sometimes it is necessary to get into 'good trouble' like she did when she loaned forbidden exam study books to the boy named Kyle. Good trouble involves doing something considered wrong or illegal if there is sufficient justification. I feel justified in going outside approved counseling protocols. Hillary and I have conspired to get into good trouble together for Kaylie's sake." Madeline Lee continued, "As a counselor I have full access to all the current information about how to manage male to female transitions. I know what Kaylie needs. Unfortunately my credentials do not allow me to write prescriptions. I could have tried 'doctor shopping' and kept scheduling other appointments for Kaylie until we found someone who would prescribe what Dr. Taylor would not. But this would raise concerns among my peer counselors, and would waste more time. Every week that goes by puts Kaylie at more risk of unwanted male puberty. So I decided to help Kaylie myself." Kaylie was on the edge of her chair. "What did you do?" Ann Clark glanced at her child looking annoyed by the interruption. "As I said, I know that Kaylie needs to have her male hormones suppressed immediately. Once she has successfully completed the political and psychological assessments she will be put on the normal transgirl hormone regime which will start physical feminization. The clinic will arrange to her testicles removed as soon as she feels ready for that irreversible step. Castration will definitively end the unwanted male puberty problem." Hillary flashed a knowing smile at Kaylie. Ann was tense. She knew these permanent changes would need to be confronted eventually, but Madeline seemed to be rushing things. Could she accept that her emerging daughter was really committed and ready? "But, since Dr. Taylor declined to prescribe anything I needed to figure out an alternative way to help Kaylie. I asked Hillary to go to the youth clinic and tell the doctor that she recently had a bad breakout of acne, and wanted the pills girls take to prevent a recurrence. She went, got a prescription, and even stopped at the pharmacy to get the first three- month supply." Hillary decided to speak up. "I was a bit nervous lying to the doctor, but was willing to do it for you, Kaylie. The doctor looked at my face questioningly, and I was afraid she would say no when she did not see any pimples. With a wink and a smile she asked if I really wanted them just to make my breasts grow sooner. She said something like 'Lots of girls your age ask for the acne-prevention treatment, no problem' and handed me the prescription. She told me I need to come in for a routine blood test in a couple weeks." Hillary handed something to Kaylie. "Here are the pills, start taking one a day and you will have something in your body to offset your boy hormones." Ann reached out her hand as if to block the transfer, but Kaylie grasped the package. "Thank you," Kaylie said politely. "But I don't understand what these pills are, or how they are supposed to work for me." Madeline continued, "Let me explain. Long ago, before the Great Social Transformation, parents were terrified that irresponsible boys would get their daughters pregnant. Mothers would ask the family doctor to put their little girls on what were called birth control pills almost as soon as they started puberty. A positive side effect of those birth control pills was that girls skipped the period of hormone imbalances that had caused complexion problems for generations. Girls on the pill quickly developed adult hormone levels and adolescent acne during puberty became almost unknown in girls. But of course acne remains a problem for boys. "These days we have better social techniques to control the impulses of boys and also highly reliable implantable methods of birth control for girls. The pharmacy companies did not want to totally lose their sales to teens so they rebranded the birth control pills and marketed them to prevent acne. "The pills that Hillary got for Kaylie contain the main female hormone, estrogen, along with progestin and a few other supporting drugs. One effect of the pills is to suppress what are called androgens, that is male hormones, which normal girls have at low levels. Androgen-estrogen imbalance is a cause of acne. Right now Kaylie is biochemically still a pre-teen male. The effect of the pills will be to lower her testosterone and provide a low, but beneficial level of estrogen. "The estrogen dose in the acne pills is fairly low so it will not cause noticeable physical changes, like breast development, in the few months remaining before the assessments. But the drug combination will greatly reduce the risk of Kaylie developing unwanted male secondary sexual characteristics." Ann looked concerned. "Kaylie, are you really sure you want this? This seems really risky to alter your natural body chemistry, especially without the involvement of Dr. Taylor." Madeline cut in, "I am breaking the rules, but Dr. Taylor made a much more restrictive decision that she had to. Right now my goal is to help Kaylie become a girl. "If Kaylie had been properly assessed back in third grade she would have been started on a half dose of the exact same drugs back in elementary school, and would have progressed to a full daily dose by now anyway. Feminizing drugs are an important part of the treatment process for the special boys who are selected to become girls. I did not mention that another effect of giving estrogen to young boys is that the hormones feminize their developing brains. Unfortunately Kaylie missed out years ago and has to catch up now. Even a few months of estrogen will help her get into the proper mental state for the psychological assessment. Kaylie looked at each person in the room. After a tense moment she opened the package, popped a pill out of the blister pack, and swallowed it. "Yes Mother, this is what I want. Ms. Lee and Hillary, thank you so very much." Ann sighed. "This is all happening so fast. First growing longer hair, then makeup, now hormones. I need time to think. Kaylie, let's get ready to go home." "Remember you're invited for a sleepover this weekend," Hillary exclaimed. "Sleepovers too? Are you OK with this Madeline?" "Kaylie is at an important time in her life and I promised to be the champion. She needs your support too. Our goal, Ann, needs to be to help her fully socialize as a girl. Her success during the personality assessment depends on her thinking of herself as a girl and instinctively answering questions appropriately. Reading helps, but she needs to experience things like sleepovers that are part of being a middle school girl." "Let's go. Now," Ann said sharply. As they headed home Kaylie forced the topic. "Mom, I want to become a girl. I am sure of it. I may have started by asking how I could continue in school past eighth grade, but it is much more than staying in school now. Every day I feel more and more like I should always have been a girl. I now realize that you once did 'girl things' with me while I was little. Why does my trying to officially become a girl now upset you so much?" "My mind is so mixed up. I have to come to grips with .... Look, I will be talking to a family counselor again this week. There are things I have to accept and ..." There was a long pause. "I love ... I love my dear little daughter Kaylie." Kaylie noticed the tone of voice and that Mother's eyes were misting up again. When they got home Kaylie rushed to her room. Tomorrow was a school day. She carefully scrubbed the makeup off her face and laid out the boy clothes she would reluctantly have to put on in the morning. She put on her favorite feminine nightgown, climbed into bed, and started to read. She spent a few minutes reading a few chapters from a teen romance novel about two girls who were both afraid to initiate a first serious kiss. It was fun, relaxing, but very frivolous. Maybe I should read something more serious before I get too sleepy, she thought. She picked up the thick 'History of the Great Social Transformation' and went back to some of the sections she had skipped over earlier. She had been curious about the decades-long Times of Trouble that preceded the transformation. Soon Kaylie was tense and sweating as she read about the patriarchal misogynists from the Church of God the Father who used scripture to justify dominating women, and their allied terrorists the white-robed Knights of Konservative Kulture who roamed the country torturing or killing any men and boys who deviated from masculine norms. These thugs hunted for effeminate and cross-dressing boys at school and in their homes and sent them to harsh boot camps that were intended to make them into what they called real men. The KKK also raided the offices of medical professionals who offered intersex and transgender treatment searching for identifying information on their patients and driving the doctors and staff into exile. Kaylie was relieved to read that there had been brave women who created a secret network of safe houses and clandestine transport that allowed what were then called LGBTQIA+ persons to escape across the de facto border into feminist-controlled territory. Reading disturbing history just before bed was a mistake. Kaylie took a long time to fall asleep and then kept waking up with nightmares. She knew she should talk to Madeline about this terrible period of history as soon as possible. The weekend arrived, and Kaylie was delighted to be looking forward to over 60 continuous hours without having to get disguised in 'boy costume' for school. She did not need to bring much for the sleepover because Hillary's surplus continued to be Kaylie's source of girl things. Reading teen romance fiction gave an idea of what to expect, and Kaylie was eager for the real experience. Ann was again tense as she took Kaylie to the Lee's house. "Behave yourself tonight, remember that you are still legally and biologically a boy." "I don't want to be reminded of that. Please. I want you to think of me as a girl. That is who I am and who I want to be." "I know. I have promised to support you. This just doesn't seem right." Kaylie was still trying to figure out what Mother's 'this' referred to when they arrived. She got out of the car without looking around, and Mother immediately drove off. Kaylie was heading toward the house when she thought she noticed someone suddenly ducking behind a car across the street. Madeline offered the girls some snacks before they headed to Hillary's room. They chatted about clothes, music, and their recent reading while waiting for dinner. At dinner Kaylie asked about the disturbing history chapter that gave her nightmares. "I know it is disturbing. The book Hillary got for you is actually high school or college reading, but I included it on the list because you need to know as much as possible when you go into the assessment. Now that you know how terrible some men were back then you can appreciate why the Feminist Republic now keeps men from having any influence or power. Understanding these lessons of history will enable you to give the right answers when the team is assessing your political reliability. Do you agree that women were treated unfairly in nearly every society before the founding of the Feminist Republic? Are you angry about what happened to LGBTIA+ people during the Times of Trouble? Are you grateful for those heroines who secretly helped them? "Of course. What the Church of God the Father and their allies did was wrong, hateful, awful, ..." "Yes, and do you agree that the work camps and other restrictions placed on men in our present society are justifiable? "Do you understand that the conditions men live under now are actually much less severe that the ways women were treated in the patriarchal societies that existed world-wide for centuries, and still exist in enemy territory today?" The questioning went back and forth for a long while. Hillary could hardly keep up, and decided to keep eating before her food got cold. Finally Madeline brought it to a stop. "Kaylie, your answers tonight are those of a committed feminist. You are knowledgeable, sincere, and convincing. You are doing an amazing job getting ready for the assessment." Hillary looked up from her plate. "I couldn't have answered a lot of those questions. You know that through middle school tgirls take history class with boys in the room. A lot of topics are off limits in mixed classes." Madeline added, "Yes, but next year I expect both you and Hillary will be studying this history and more in your all-girls high school classes. "Now let's clean up and you girls can go enjoy the evening." Once in her room Hillary handed Kaylie a set of dancewear. We will do another dance lesson tonight. Put these pretty things on and start stretching while I go to the bathroom to strip down and change. Kaylie began by carefully tucking his disgusting parts in place and then pulled on the tights and leotard. Hillary came back wearing a very sheer, tight fitting leotard with a deep v-neck. Kaylie could not help but notice that Hillary was clearly showing small, firm breasts with distinct nipples. Kaylie was not sure exactly what to think about what she saw, but was relieved to be aware that the boy parts were not stirring from their place. Hillary started leading a warm-up and short exercises that quickly involved more flexibility than their previous dance session. "Keep trying. Getting your hips stretched out will help you pose, move, and walk like a girl. Remember to hold your arms, wrists, and hands properly too. Tilt your head and smile." After a while Hillary dropped to the floor with one leg in front and the other behind. "This position is called the front splits. Try it. This position is really hard. Girls have to practice for a long time before they can get all the way down." Kaylie was in agony and Hillary kept giving encouragement. "Go as far as you can, then breathe into the stretch, relax and go a bit further. Girl have an advantage because our pelvis grows wider to make room for babies to get through. It is possible for males to do the splits, but very few have enough will power and determination to get there. Keep stretching. You are lucky that your pelvis bones have not fully matured yet. Maybe those pills I got for you will help." "Once you are officially a girl you can take dance regular classes at the studio Stacy and I go to. Stacy takes creative dance, ballet with me, but has substituted cheer dance for the jazz class. There are other fun classes too. What styles do you think you would like the most?" Suddenly Hillary dashed toward the window and looked out. "I thought I heard something, but no one is there." Suddenly Kaylie felt uneasy. "Now that you are warmed up and moving we can do some creative dance. creative is really neat because the emphasis is on expressing your feelings. I will teach you the beginning of a dance I learned last year. Its all about a woodland fairy queen and her followers who take revenge on men. My teacher told me she adapted it from an ancient ballet called 'Giselle' but has restaged as an improvisational piece for modern girls. I will put on the music and you can follow along with what I am doing. Once you get the basic ideas I will ask you to make your own movement choices." Kaylie listened to a few bars of the beautiful music then started imitating Hillary in the free-flowing feminine movement. Soon Kaylie had the basic idea and Hillary stopped to watch. "Beautiful, you are moving just like a girl now. Arch your back and open your chest as you swing your arm up. Imagine you are the prettiest fairy in the forest. Yes, that was nice the way you held that pose. Remember to bend your elbows and soften your wrists when you lower your arms. Soften your fingers." As Kaylie became more confident with the movement Hillary began to emphasize showing more specific emotions. "Move like you are approaching something you really want. Move like you are afraid. Move like you are making a male demon flee to safety. Show your strongest female feelings." After dancing themselves to exhaustion the girls went to the living room and cuddled on the couch while Madeline played some carefully selected videos for them. Eventually they were ready for bed. While they had been drinking hot chocolate and watching videos Madeline had put a comfy air mattress on the floor beside Hillary's bed and had stacked blankets and a pillow on top. "Good night girls," she said with a smile. Of course Hillary and Kaylie talked and listened to music far past when they should have been asleep. Saturday morning began with taking showers, selecting clothes, putting on makeup all before breakfast. More girl talk and watching videos followed. Madeline saw everything was going as she had hoped so she called Ann and asked if Kaylie could stay another night. Madeline and Hillary used the extra time for even more feminization training for Kaylie. Finally Sunday afternoon came and Kaylie reluctantly waited for her ride home and her regression back to boy mode for the coming school week. The boy, Kyle, still attended the morning academic classes, but Madeline had managed to get him excused from afternoons. This gave time for independent reading at home in preparation for the approaching assessment. Heading out from school at noon Kyle was intercepted by Jimmy. "Hey dude, what's this stupid stuff you have been up to?" "I have to get going." "What are you rushing off to, lady boy." "I don't know what you are talking about." "Look, first I noticed that Ms. Lee was driving over to your house all the time with Hillary in tow. Then I noticed you mother driving over to Hillary's place too." "That's none of your business, Jimmy." "So do you want to know what I saw over the weekend?" This confrontation was not going well. "Look, I have to get home now." "Oh sure. I watched your mother drive up at Hillary's and someone dressed like a girl got out and sashayed into the house. That got me curious, real curious. So you know what I did? I came back later and looked in the window. Yeah, I was peeping. I saw two f*cking c*nts in skin tight clothes wiggling their asses. That is what I saw. And I saw that one of them looked just like you. You useless dammed queer! That's what you are." Jimmy lunged forward and pushed Kyle against the fence. "Are you trying to be one of those traitors who become girls?" He slapped Kyle's face. "If you want to be a girl I will treat you like real men used to treat girls." He raised his hand again. "James Smith, stop right now!" The school security guard grabbed Jimmy. Although she was smaller and shorter than Jimmy she used an expert martial arts move to spin him around and pin his arm with a painful twist. Madeline Lee stepped up and placed herself in front of Jimmy. "James Smith, what you just did was totally unacceptable. All though school you have received instruction on controlling aggressive impulses and on respecting others. Your actions will be reported, and I expect that after a hearing you will be expelled from school permanently and will be sent to the work camp for hard labor. You had the potential to become a construction foreman, but you threw the opportunity away." The guard lead Jimmy away, and Ms. Lee turned to Kyle who was trembling. "Let's go to my office and talk, Kaylie," she whispered softly. This was the first time she had been addressed by that name during at school. "Take a minute and get cleaned up. You will feel better. Then we can talk." Like it or not, he was dressed as a boy so Kyle had to use the boy's restroom to clean up and quickly check for bruising on the face. Is this place safe anymore? Did Jimmy tell any of the boys in the younger grades about his peeping? Ms. Lee was waiting in the hall and then lead the way to the counseling center offices. "Kaylie, I am sorry about what happened. I had suspected James had been hanging around my house this weekend, but never caught him. I had alerted the security guard to watch for any problems without saying anything about your transition training. We saw Jimmy seek you out, and heard what he said. He was shouting, and some girls may have overheard too. "But, there is a positive side to all this. You have been reading about the terrible way women were treated by men before the Great Social Transformation. Reading is one thing, experiencing it in person is another. You have now seen a little of what women have lived with for centuries. Being held in contempt by males, being subjected to derogatory language, being regarded as good only for sex and housework, being physically abused by someone bigger and stronger; all this has been women's fate since the patriarchy seized control at the dawn of so-called civilization. Internalize what you experienced today. It will put you in the correct emotional state for your social, political, and personality assessments. "There are only a few more weeks of school. I am your champion and will make sure you are safe. Jimmy will no longer be around school, and will move from town within a few days. I doubt the few boys who are in grades five through seven know or care about your situation. You are not likely to be harassed again at school." "What about the girls in my class. Some may suspect something now." "Your best defense will be to confront them with the truth. Tell them that Ms. Lee the counselor has arranged for you to be evaluated for reassignment as a girl, and that you are preparing for the psychological assessment. If they have problems with that tell them to come and see me." The walk home seemed longer than usual and every blind spot along the way seemed to be the hiding place of a predator. Once home Kaylie re-emerged and sank into a chair. Light fiction was all she could manage to read before dinner, even though she knew there was serious studying to do. When Mother came home Kaylie managed to tell her what happened with Jimmy, and about the follow up counseling with Ms. Lee. Ann hugged Kaylie. "That is why I have been so terrified for you. I knew people who did things like that. They are still around. Your idea of becoming a girl is dangerous." A few days later Madeline arrived alone at Kaylie's house in mid- afternoon, when she was out of school and at home doing her usual, intense, feminist independent study. "Kaylie, today is the day for the scheduled blood test that the acne pills doctor wanted. I scheduled my afternoon off so I can take you to the testing lab. Just remember, at the clinic you are a girl named Hillary." As they drove to the nearby clinic Madeline and Kaylie rehearsed all the identifying information she needed to pass as Hillary. "We will walk into the lab together and I will be right behind you at the registration desk. I will say I forgot your clinic card, and ask if they can use your name and birth date to log you in. It will be most believable if you answer the questions when they ask. They also might ask for home address and other contact information. You have all that memorized, right?" Soon they were heading back from the clinic. Kaylie had a bright pink stretch-wrap bandage around her elbow joint. "See, it went perfectly. Your blood will get analyzed, and the results will be reported with Hillary's name. I do not expect any problems, lots of girls get those acne pills, but it is always safe to have lab work done when taking hormones." The routine continued of being Kyle at school and Kaylie at home and on weekends. Switching gender for school was starting to get awkward. More than once a teacher reprimanded Kyle about his long hair, but then dismissed the issue as just sloppy male grooming. Kyle sometimes heard girls giggling about his walk and he had to continually remind himself to keep his hips from swinging at school. Visits with Hillary and Madeline continued to provide socialization experience, and hours of reading filled Kaylie's mind with feminist fact and theory. A few days later Kaylie and Hillary were sitting in Madeline's kitchen chatting and giggling. Madeline came in with an opened envelope and an official looking letter. "The blood test results are back. The person who went with me to the clinic is normal on all the usual metabolic measurements. Estrogen is at the low end of the normal range for pre-teen females. However, the report notes that this person has unusually high testosterone for a female and recommends retesting in a month. The report is exactly as I expected." Both girls answered at once. "What do we do now?" "Well, as for the retest, in a month Hillary can go in for the blood draw. Her results will be normal for a girl, and the doctors will assume she must have had a short-term hormone imbalance. Imbalances like that are very common at the start of puberty. "As for Kaylie, since your results are normal you can safely continue taking the pills. The test confirmed that you have a low, but elevated, estrogen level. This will help your body avoid male puberty, but will not cause any premature changes in your hips or breasts. You should stop taking the pills two weeks before your official assessment. They will be giving you a full medical checkup at the Regional Center. Two weeks will allow the drugs in the pills to wash out of your body, and there will be no chemical indication of your secretly taking female hormones." "What will happen to my body when I stop the pills? I'm worried." "I am confident that you will be favorably assessed for gender reassignment. Once the committee report is final things will move fast. I plan to use my influence to make sure of that. You will immediately be prescribed a much higher feminizing dose of hormones and other medical interventions will soon follow. There is only a tiny risk that any masculine changes will take place between the time you go off the pills and when you begin your official transition." The weekend came and it was time for another sleepover at Hillary's house. As usual Mother provided the transportation, but this time she scanned the street before Kaylie got out of the car. Kaylie, followed by Ann, quickly went to the front door, were greeted by Hillary, and the three headed for the living room where a lively conversation seemed to be in progress. Suddenly Kaylie stopped and realized who was staring at her from across the room. "Stacy, what are you doing here?" "Stacy was feeling left out because of all the time I have been spending with you, Kaylie. I decided to invite her over to join us this weekend. We can have a nice three girl chat and watch some dance and romance videos together." " You are awesome, Kaylie. When I saw you walk in with Hillary I was amazed. You look like you have been a girl all along." "Is your mother OK with your being here, Stacy?" "Yes, she is in the kitchen right now. Ms. Lee had a long talk with me and my mother yesterday. They talked all about your situation and she asked if I would join your support team. My mother was much totally enthusiastic at the news. But, Ms. Lee and mother had to explain a lot to me before I finally agreed to come here tonight. "I really never thought much about special boys being made into girls until Ms. Lee sat me down for a long talk. As we talked I sort of remembered that back in second or third grade there was a cute boy who was taken out of the classroom one day. Nobody saw him for a week and then the same person reappeared in class wearing a pretty dress and using a new name, Larry had become Linda. Our teachers told us we needed to be respectful and we should use 'she and her' pronouns when talking about Linda. "Seeing Linda for the first time was unexpected, but after a few days all the girls considered the whole situation was perfectly normal. Some of the boys snickered and teased Linda, but the teacher put them in there place by saying if they kept it up the same would happen to them. I moved the next year and never saw that new girl again. "I can see making little boys into girls when in first grade or even third grade. There is really not that much difference between boys and girls then. But gender differences develop fast. It seems double weird to be talking about reassigning a boy in eighth grade. Is all this for real, Ky.., er ah Kaylie?" Just then Valerie Miller walked in with Madeline. "Kaylie, welcome to the world of women. Madeline has been telling you how well you have been feminizing. I think it is a tragedy that you were not made into a girl back in third grade. Well, we just need to make up for lost time. "Stacy, like I told you Kaylie should have been made into a girl long ago. She has shown great potential, and Ms. Lee is preparing her for the final evaluation before the reassignment can become official. Kaylie really wants to live full time as a girl, and we need to help her every way we can to get there. What do you say?" "I agreed to help as a favor to you and Hillary, and Kyle always was a nice person, for a boy that is. Making Kyle into a girl still seems weird, though." "Stacy, HER name is Kaylie and she IS a girl. There are just some anatomical and legal technicalities that need to be fixed," Valerie said emphatically. "It is not polite to dead-name someone who is transitioning." All this time Ann was standing against the wall clenching her fists. Dinner was ready and the girls were recruited to help bring everything to the table. The dinner conversation kept coming back to gender issues, feminism, and cultural politics. Kaylie suspected Madeline was again steering things that way for her education. Valerie began expressing her enthusiastic support for the idea of feminizing males. Her statements were radical even by the standards of the Feminist Republic. The girls were a bit shocked to hear language used that was not normal dinner conversation. "To me the only good male is a castrated male. Why should the half of the population who are born wrong be denied the joys of femininity? We don't need men in our society except for a few we keep as stud." "Valerie, as a counselor I have assessed many boys. Most of them have zero potential for femininity no matter how smart they may be in Elementary School. The prenatal testosterone messed up their brains before they were born. They are aggressive and domineering from the start, and there are no training techniques in the world strong enough to change that." "OK, I will grant that some males are hopeless and only good for unskilled labor. But a lot of them could be better tamed than we are doing now." "What do you mean but 'tamed'," asked Ann. "Stacy and I belong to an equestrian club. Every trainer knows that a gelding makes an excellent riding horse. Strong, but mild mannered." "What's a gelding?," Kaylie asked. "A gelding is a castrated stallion, dear. Removing the male parts is commonly done with lots of other farm animals too, roosters, bulls." "Little boys are not farm animals," Ann growled. Madeline redirected the conversation. "Look, only a few boys are intelligent enough to train for STEM careers, and a lot just are not going to be politically reliable either. Only the ones who have been socialized to consider themselves completely female can be trusted in positions with any technical control or social power. Total female control is essential if we are going to protect the stability of the Feminist Republic." "I agree with the need for educating for responsible positions only the male-born individuals who completely consider themselves female. But, if I had my many more boys would be feminized than the select few who will be engineers or scientists or doctors. But the rest would be useful as feminized domestic servants, child care assistants, entertainers, and lots of other things. Even with all our technology a feminized human touch is useful for many jobs. Do you agree, Madeline?" "Maybe we could transition more boys into being girls than we are doing now. The most recent trend is to start them younger, and that seems to work much better. But, I am more optimistic about the new reproductive technologies that simply reduce the number of males who are born. There are a lot of issues about safety with this, but a lot of potential if the research works out." Stacy leaned over to Hillary. "This conversation is weird. What do you think?" "This all affects Kaylie more that us. I think she looks nervous, maybe we should get her out of here." Hillary indicated to Stacy to stand up. "Come on, Kaylie, lets go look at some of my videos." That interruption gave Ann a break as well. "I have had enough of this. I'm going home and I'll be back tomorrow." She hesitated. "Have a good sleepover, Kaylie. Good night."