Educating Special Boys In The Feminist Republic - Chapter 6, The Assessment free porn video

Kaylie got up after a restless night of sleep. Today was the official psychological, gender identity, sexual orientation, political reliability, social adjustment, cultural literacy and everything else assessment that was going to determine her future. Madeline, her champion and personal trainer, had been constantly assuring her that she was totally ready to make a convincing case for being reassigned. But Kaylie still was worried. She sighted and decided to do a few minutes of yoga meditation. After calming herself down she put on her recently purchased set of professional-looking girl clothes, brushed her hair into the feminine style that the hair salon had created, applied a light touch of makeup that would meet Madeline's approval, and headed for breakfast. "Are you ready for today, dear." "As ready as I will ever be. But scared too. I do not want to have to spend the rest of my life as a male. If I am not approved I will want to ..." "Please, Kaylie. Don't even think that sort of thing. Think positive, feminine thoughts. Everything will work out alright. But, this is frightening for me too." Just then Madeline and Hillary arrived. "We wanted to come over here to show out support and wish you well. As a professional counselor I know you are ready. Just follow your female intuition and you will be fine." "Kaylie, when you have been with me and Stacy you have presented 100% as a girl. Remember that." "I have solicited very positive recommendation letters from the teachers who know you and who are sympathetic, and I had them sent in for your evaluation file," Madeline added. "Be a confident girl when you walk in there." On the way to the regional career and gender center Kaylie noticed that her mother was tightly gripping the steering wheel. Kaylie focused on meditation and memory recall exercises and said little. They arrived, signed in, and after a few minutes wait were greeted by a formal looking staff member in a white coat who escorted Kaylie to the first of many examining rooms and offices that she would visit that day. Looking back as she left the lobby she could see her mother was misty eyed again. What followed was a whirlwind sequence of medical examinations, interviews with various professionals, sitting in testing rooms filling out multiple choice questions, and doing role-playing exercises in front of teams of evaluators. Then she was brought to the room she had been dreading the most, the Thematic Apperception Test. "Kyle Clark, that is your legal name even though you are presenting as a girl today, you will now be given the computer-aided Freudian Gender and Orientation test. Please strip down to your underwear and sit in this chair while I attach the various instruments and position the cameras. This is a modern, very sophisticated version of what they called a 'polygraph' or 'lie detector' before the Times of Trouble. On the screen will appear various images that have been carefully selected for clinical evaluation purposes. Some may look graphic, but all have been edited for viewing by a minor. You will be asked to describe the story that the images suggest to you. The instruments will monitor your involuntary responses: heart rate, breathing, skin moisture. The cameras will monitor your eye movement, facial expression, and any arousal reactions. It will be emotionally stressful, but it is necessary to measure these data if you are to be approved for reassignment." The door closed, the lights dimmed, and images came up on the screen. Some images were enjoyable, others upsetting, and others seemed to give Kaylie no reaction at all. Kaylie started to relax. From time to time a voice over the loudspeaker asked for more of a story about the image. Other times music filled the room. Then the images became more and more disturbing with suggestive depictions of men doing disgusting things with women and with each other. It became harder to talk about the scenes. Kaylie felt her stomach clench and she tried to suppress her response. Suddenly the door opened and someone shoved a bucket in front of her as the vomit gushed from her mouth. She was given a towel to wipe up and a drink of water. "Don't be embarrassed. Reactions like that are not unusual. I warned you that this test is emotionally stressful." The process resumed, and now the images were of girls and women alone and in couples. There was less use of line drawings and less digital blurring of photographs now. When asked for a story Kaylie was relaxed and talkative. Between stories she tried to think about the wonderful evening when she saw Hillary naked, of all the romance fiction that Madeline had insisted she read. The mind focusing exercises worked, and her boy parts never stirred. Finally it was over. The lights came back up and the technician came in to remove the instruments. "You can get dressed now and then wait for me to take you to the next station." Kaylie noticed that both women in the control room were smiling at her as she was escorted away from that high-tech torture chamber. Finally, after even more interviews she was back in the waiting area where her mother greeted her. "How was it?" "Exhausting, terrible, frightening, stressful, everything bad." Kaylie sank into a chair and put her face in her hands. "I can't talk about it right now. I have no idea of how I did." "Do you want to go to the cafeteria and get something?" "No," Kaylie said sharply. After and excruciating hour of waiting Kaylie and Ann Clark were led into an office where the Chief Psychologist sat impassively behind her massive desk. Kaylie was shaking as she sat down to await her fate. The Chief Psychologist broke into a wide smile. "I cannot say anything official until all the paperwork is done, but informally Miss Kaylie Clark, you are now a girl." She waited and said nothing more until Kaylie stopped hugging her mother. "Looking at all the interim results as they came in today I could see that you will definitely have a final score that makes you eligible for gender reassignment despite your age. Once all the results are compiled we issue the certification documents that make you officially female. You will be able to have the necessary medical treatments to transition your body, and you will be able to continue in school and train for a science or technology profession of your choice. You are most fortunate that Madeline Lee recognized the terrible mistake that occurred when you were not assessed for reassignment at the normal age. She insisted that your potential was too great to ignore and figured out how to present your case as a necessary and justified exception to normal practice." Kaylie had calmed down a little. This was all so wonderful. But when she looked at her mother she saw a mix of grief and worry. The psychologist continued, "As you know the Feminist Republic only allows those who are politically reliable to enter any of the professions that control power in modern society; government, law, medicine, defense officers, engineers, scientists, computer specialists, and so on. We pay very close attention to the evaluation of gender identity and sexual orientation when deciding if a highly intelligent boy is a suitable candidate for reassignment, because many historic traitors were seduced and compromised by illicit loves. "Kaylie, what you showed today is that you are not patriarchal or misogynistic in any of your thinking. You are most definitely not a male homosexual. You show no attraction to men and boys. You identify fully as a girl, and you show age-appropriate attraction to other girls. There is every reason to expect that you will mature into a happy, well- adjusted woman who has healthy lesbian relationships. "If you had been selected for feminization in Elementary School the gender transition team would have been nurturing these traits in you year by year. With Madeline's help your latent potential has emerged, and you have adequately compensated for the unfortunate mistake that happened. "We will process everything by tomorrow, and you should schedule an appointment with Dr. Rebecca Taylor the day following. School is now out so there is no reason not to start spending full time as a girl. You can register for summer enrichment programs and look forward to attending the all-girls High School starting in Autumn. I think your mother needs to take you clothes shopping. Good luck, young lady." The Chief Psychologist looked at the files on her desk. "There is one form here that we still need Ann Clark to sign. It is the maternal consent for gender reassignment. It will need to be in the medical records before Dr. Taylor can take any irreversible steps with your daughter." Ann's hands were shaking as she took the document. "Can I take it home to read and bring it back when we see Dr. Taylor?" "Certainly, this it a binding legal document. Take whatever time you need to read it." "Mother, please. Why won't you sign the consent right now? I worked so hard to get through the assessment. I am ready." "Kaylie, I have to think." Kaylie was subdued when they left the Regional Assessment Center, but started to recover during the ride. She had a plan. "We need to stop at Lees' and tell them in person right away. I am sure they are anxiously waiting. No don't call ahead. I want to see Hillary's reaction and then just hug her." Kaylie confidently swayed her hips as she glided to the front door. She did not care who saw or recognized her now. She rang the doorbell and waited. When the door opened Madeline had a calm, professional expression, but Hillary looked worried. "I passed," Kaylie shouted with excitement. "I have a gender treatment appointment with Dr. Taylor for the day after tomorrow. I'm on my way!" After several minutes of laughing, crying, hugging, and cheering the excitement died down. "Let's take Kaylie out to dinner at a nice restaurant to celebrate," Madeline suggested. "But dressed like this? What if someone recognizes her?" "Ann, her reassignment will be official tomorrow. You cannot keep it a secret. Besides, the professionals have declared that Kaylie is a girl. Why should she not go out to dine wearing a dress?" Madeline left to call the restaurant and Kaylie followed her out of the room. A few minutes later Madeline returned. "I called for reservations and we do not need to be there for an hour. Ann, let's sit and talk. There is something important that needs to be addressed. You girls, go to Hillary's room, please. Hillary and Kaylie bounce off giggling with excitement. Once the door was closed they grabbed each other and hugged in a way they had never done before. "You passed. You are going to become a real girl full time." "I am a girl now, Hillary. You and Madeline have been telling me that for months." "There is definitely a girl inside your head. No doubt. But you also need the registration certificates and new ID card so that your real gender can be your official gender." "I know. Tomorrow they said the paperwork would be complete." "Even more important, you need to get on a full dose of female hormones right away and start growing breasts and hips." Kaylie looked at herself front and sideways in the mirror. "I have a lot of filling out to do before I catch up with you." "Don't worry. Girls mature at different rates, look at Stacy. You just need extra help. Speaking of extra help, when are you going to be castrated, you know, have your little boy-balls cut off?" Kaylie scowled, "I don't know. Apparently Mother needs to sign some papers first. It seems something is wrong with her." There was a knock on the door. "Hillary, Kaylie, lets have a talk." In the living room Madeline was sitting at her reading desk looking very formal and professional. There were documents spread in front of her. Ann was in a chair with her hands in her lap and was staring at the wall. "Ann, I am speaking to you as both the school counselor for Kaylie, and as a professional on the family counseling team that has been working with you. It is clear that you have been evading some of the issues. You have promised in your counseling sessions that you were going to deal with these things as a mature, responsible adult. For Kaylie's sake we need to bring your issues out in the open right here and now." The tension in the room was overwhelming. Madeline turned to Kaylie. "Kaylie, you are a big girl. Ask your mother the question that you told me has been bothering you." Kaylie was in tears. "Mother, you have promised to support my becoming a girl, but you keep hesitating. Like today, when you did not sign the consent form. And you always seem to be afraid of something. Afraid to see me changing into a girl. Afraid to see me do girl things with Hillary. Afraid ...." She could not continue. Madeline gave an emphatic look then turned to Ann. "Ann, tell Kaylie the truth." Ann started in a hesitant voice. "Kaylie, I'm sorry. There are things that happened long ago that have prevented me from doing what I should have for you. I have been in denial. I need to confront my repressed emotions. Until the recent family counseling sessions I never told anyone, but ..." Kaylie met her mother's eyes. "... my parents were conservative religious fundamentalists who were married in the Church of God the Father. Your grandfather was a domineering patriarch who abused both me and your grandmother. To him women existed only to please and serve men. He regarded any men who expressed the slightest approval of feminist ideas as enemies of civilization. He was a member of the KKK and took part in raids on the homes of gay and transgender people. He bragged about once trashing a hormone therapy clinic and stealing the patient files. I was forced to sit through Sunday School lessons at the church and nightly family scripture reading where he selectively misinterpreted the holy book." Hillary held Kaylie, and Madeline gave her a tissue to wipe her eyes and a glass of water. "Eventually your grandmother rebelled. There was a messy period of family fights and arguments. One day while he was out on business your grandmother quickly packed a couple of bags and we went to a safe house across town, and from there moved to another city. We never saw that monster again. "Our escape happened right at the peak of the Times of Trouble. We ended up in feminist territory and by the time I was your age grandmother had sworn allegiance to the Feminist Republic. In high school I studied feminist social and political theory along with all the other girls, but I was always troubled. "My mother got me away from the mind controlling of the Church of God the Father, but by then a lot of false ideas had been implanted in my mind. To your grandparents males and females were created by God and sex at birth was an unchangeable aspect of the soul. I had been brought up to consider any attempt at physical sex change or even any social gender non-conformity to be a unforgivable sin. "Even as an educated adult you can never completely escape childhood religious indoctrination. Feelings of fear and guilt creep into your mind again and again. I tried to control them, but sometimes professional counseling is necessary." Madeline looked at her. "And now tell Kaylie how these feelings of yours have affected her." "You were conceived semi-naturally so there was a 50-50 change for boy or girl. Like most mothers I was disappointed that you turned out male. When you started pre-school I fully understood that the Feminist Republic needed all the politically reliable talent they could get. I received the normal information on the programs to evaluate little boys each year and select the most intelligent boys to be made into girls. I found this idea to be logical, but emotionally frightening. I knew you had been scored as both intelligent and feminine in your first and second grade teacher observation reports. "I kept you home from school on the day for your scheduled third grade educational and gender assessment. I deliberately ignored the remainders to reschedule you. I was afraid you would be selected. I just could not accept that making little boys into girls was right." "Mom." Kaylie cried. Madeline professionally calmed the situation and indicated to Ann that there was more to say. "All these old fears and guilt feelings came back to me when you started asking about gender reassignment so that you could stay in school past eighth grade. On one hand I knew that you were a good candidate academically and when younger you had expressed transgender tendencies. Madeline and others encouraged me to be supportive and I went along reluctantly. On the other hand, I could not emotionally accept the idea of gender reassignment, and kept resisting and hesitating. Like when I was presented the maternal consent form, today." Madeline spoke authoritatively, "Thank you for bringing these issues out in the open. Once difficult words are said openly in the presence of your family and friends it is possible to finally resolve the underlying problem. What are you going to do now?" Ann looked at Kaylie then reached out her arms. "I am going to love and support my daughter and do everything I can to help her become the woman she was meant to be." After a few emotional minutes Madeline again took charge. "We need to hurry, we are already late for dinner. This is going to be an even bigger celebration tonight. Kaylie, go to Hillary's room and redo your makeup. You look like you have been crying." As Kaylie started to wash the streaks off her face Hillary was sorting through outfits in her closet. "Let's really look good tonight. These two dresses are the same style, but one is blue and the other yellow. You pick, and I will wear the other. And let me look for a few accessories that match." The restaurant was elegant and the two girls felt very grown-up in their stylish outfits. To their dismay they were allowed only non-alcoholic mock cocktails for the post-meal celebratory toast. Hillary grinned. "Girls always go to the restroom and freshen up after dinner. Shall we?" Ann and Madeline lead the way. In the Feminist Republic the public female restrooms were always large and elegant, while a small grungy male restroom was provided for any accompanying little boys, workers, or suitably controlled boy-toy companions. For Kaylie going into the women's restroom at a fancy restaurant with Mother was a major rite of passage. As they exited Ann and Kaylie encountered a neighbor going in. The woman stepped back and gave Kaylie a careful look, but did not say anything. "You need to go public now, Kaylie," Madeline declared. "Ann, tomorrow you need to take Kaylie and introduce her to the biggest gossips in your neighborhood. The story will spread like wildfire once they see her. There is nothing unusual about elementary school boys getting reassigned anymore, but a boy becoming a girl at the end of Middle School will be big news." "Do we dare do it before we get the official papers? What if something goes wrong?" "Ann, you agreed to be 100% supportive. Besides if the Regional Center delays I will use all my professional clout to pry the final decision out of them." Finally the official reassignment documents were in hand. For the past two days Kaylie had been swinging between uncontrollable delight and sheer terror that something might still go wrong. But today Kaylie woke up with a feeling of total relief. She had now seen her newly issued ID card with her feminine name and the gender marker "F", and a girl's picture that, like all ID photos, did not do justice to her appearance. She eagerly got ready, and soon Ann and Kaylie were on there way to the gender clinic appointment. Unlike previous trips Kaylie and her mother kept up a lively conversation all the way to the parking lot. They headed to the office suite for Dr. Rebecca Taylor, signed in with Kaylie's new ID card, and waited with a mix of anticipation and excitement. "Here is the signed maternal consent form, dear. I am sure you will enjoy handing it to her." Compared to her guilt and hesitation at the Chief Psychologist's office Ann was now decisive. Still, Kaylie noticed a lot of tension in her mother's hands as she passed document. Dr. Taylor greeted Kaylie with a big smile and was much friendlier that she had been at the previous visit. "Kaylie Clark, your case has been a professional challenge for me. I am pleased that the gender and career counselors have now given the formal approval. Perhaps I was to cautious and hesitant to do anything controversial without the psychologists signing off. I have wanted to help you, and now I have all the authorization I need to officially start your medical transition. "I was amazed by the enthusiasm shown in the cover letter from the Chief Psychologist. You clearly want to be reassigned, and there is no question about your eligibility. I will say more about this later, but briefly the evaluation team consolidated all different stages of approvals that normally would have happened between age seven and twelve into one decision document. Because of the years you spent as a boy you are behind the normal medical schedule and the official protocols and timetables need to be adjusted for you. "Very few males start their transition at your age. Before the Times of Trouble most males who transitioned had to wait until eighteen or older because of legal constraints, but some brave doctors tried to intervene with younger boys. Since the Great Social Transformation the treatment specialists have gained increasing experience feminizing boys who start the process at six to eight years old, but there is still much controversy regarding optimal timing for critical steps. "Before I say more I am going to apologize for not going beyond standard guidance at your first appointment. At your age male puberty could erupt at any moment. I shared your concern at your previous visit, but did not want to get ahead of official approvals and risk my professional reputation. I should have listened to Ms. Lee and risked getting into 'good trouble' - her favorite term - back then. Now I must help you quickly. "There is no time to waste. At a minimum, I am going to give you a hormone injection today, and will prescribe the best cocktail of oral hormones and androgen suppressors that current pharmacology suggests." Kaylie was on the edge of her chair soaking in every word. "You will start experiencing many of the changes associated with female puberty: mood swings, hot flashes, tenderness around your nipples. You will soon start noticing that you are developing breast buds and a reshaping of your hips and buttocks. Since girls like you do not have a uterus you will be spared the abdominal cramps and menstrual periods. You should be grateful, but most transgender girls regret missing out on these very female body experiences. "One thing I noticed. Your blood test at the Regional Center this week showed an exceptionally high level of estrogen for a boy. In fact, you were at the low end of the range for a girl." She paused and looked Kaylie in the eye. Kaylie figured she had been caught. Madeline had told her to stop taking the acne pills two weeks before the assessment, but she actually stopped only one week before. She had been too terrified of what might happen if her hormones reverted to male levels for too long. "I suspect you might have gotten some pharmaceutical help by an unofficial route. That is very dangerous. But I understand your motivation, and am not going to ask any more about it. "Let me continue. As I mentioned earlier, I need to accelerate the standard transition timetable so that you can catch up with boys who were reassigned much earlier. In addition to hormones you will need surgery. The assessment paperwork shows that the psychologists agree you are mentally a girl, and committed to a full transition. I recommend we do at least the first stage surgery as soon as possible but there are options. " Let me show you some diagrams illustrating the modern surgical procedures that are currently being done to boys who are identified for reassignment. Because we are transitioning males at such a young age we find that the staged surgeries work much better than trying to do everything at once like the so called sex-change clinics did before the Time of Trouble. Once the boys in elementary school make a social transition to living as a girl we do a temporary cosmetic procedure. The surgeon pushes their testicles back inside the body and folds the scrotum over the penis. This makes them look enough like a girl down there to allow tight clothes to fit between the legs, and avoids any embarrassing incidents in toilets and changing rooms. In theory this procedure is reversible, but I have never actually seen a child want to go back to being a boy after initial cosmetic surgery. After a few years of progress evaluation and low-dose hormone treatment the reassigned boys are ready to be castrated. After cutting off the testicles the surgeon does another a cosmetic procedure to create a more realistic female external appearance and urinary opening. The sensitive tissues are tucked inside to keep everything safe until the girl is older and is ready for a final operation that opens up a vagina and creates a clitoris. Many contemporary transgender women are exclusively lesbian, and do not bother with the vaginoplasty. That option avoids a lot of pain, hygiene issues, and other complications, but can still be sexually satisfying. " Normally when a transgirl reaches her the end of her pre-teen years I increase the hormone dose to induce puberty, and then wait until there is significant breast development before doing any surgery beyond the grade school cosmetic procedures. That gives time for a final psychological assessment before the big irreversible step. In your case the psychologists have already signed off, and I am recommending a very compressed schedule because of your age. Even though you are just starting on a feminizing dose of hormones I am willing to offer you immediate castration. Once I surgically remove your testicles you will no longer have male hormones competing with the female hormones that you will be taking. You will feminize much faster, and there will be zero risk of any male secondary sexual characteristics developing. In any case, I strongly recommend you have me do the cosmetic work so you will not have to hide boy parts from your friends and classmates. As for adult stage surgical procedures, you can decide when the time comes." Kaylie took a deep breath and made sure she was sitting in a relaxed, confident pose. This was what she had been waiting for ever since she learned about the idea of reassigning highly intelligent boys. "I am ready to have you make me into a girl right now," Kaylie declared emphasizing each syllable. "Let me repeat, you have options. Do not feel you have to rush." "I understand. I have spent months waiting for this opportunity. I am not afraid to make a irreversible step." "The assessment team has signed off on full medical transition including irreversible surgery. Your mother has signed the necessary consent form for me to proceed. But it is your body and you need to do what your feel is best for yourself. "First, do you want me to fix you cosmetically 'down there'?" "Of course. The sooner the better." Kaylie giggled. "It will make it so much easier to have sleepovers with my friends." "I see you have a sense of humor. But, this is important. Now I need to ask you the decisive question explicitly. Are you ready to be castrated?" Kaylie took another deep breath. "Yes." Kaylie could see that Dr. Taylor expected her to say more. "I do not want to have those boy parts any longer," Kaylie added forcefully, emphasizing each word. "Good. But, I need to remind you again that once you have this procedure done there is no going back. If you change your mind you will never ever be able to be a normal male again." "I understand. Ms. Lee has talked to me many times about this." Kaylie knew there would be no going back. A new future would open up, and a birth destiny would be left behind. "Let's do it." "Let's have your mother come in so you can tell her your decision. I suspected this is what you would want so I left my afternoon schedule open. "The nurse will take you to the procedure room where you can get changed, and then we can get started."