Mare's Tales                          by: Beverly Taff

 

Chapter 2.

 

Miss Lane and Dr James settled into the easy chairs to study my file. Veronica and I were left standing naked but for our harnesses. As they quietly sifted through my file I caught Veronica eyeing my breasts. For all our previous intimacy and friendship I still felt a little uncomfortable about it. I shifted uncertainly as I tried to limit her view but Miss Lane detected my actions and spoke without even looking up.

"Face Veronica, Beverly. No need to be ashamed."

As I reluctantly twisted back to face Veronica she smiled and mouthed the words 'I love you.' This left me more confused for I had always thought of Veronica as a friend and not a lover. Our secret messages were interrupted by Miss Williams's return with a tray of biscuits and tea. Dorothy, our dormitory maid, who had a bundle of dresses and other clothes draped over her arms, followed her. She leered at Veronica and I as she spread the clothes over a large table by the wall then she beckoned us over.

It was apparent that we wouldn't be wearing tight corsets whilst we were harnessed for Dorothy simply slid some soft silky slips over our heads then placed some new dresses over them. These dresses resembled our regulation frilly uniform frocks except that they had various small secure apertures through which our hands could remain tied to the harness belts. She whispered in our ears asking us which way we preferred to be harnessed. I though that having my hands tied to my thighs would make it a little less obvious that we were harnessed as we minced back to the dormitory. Veronica felt her hands would be more useful at her waist so we both chose different arrangements.

Veronica was therefore simply re-secured as she had been previously but with no knickers simply the dress and slip. I on the other hand, was made to raise my dress and slip whilst Dorothy pulled a long legged panty girdle up my soft rounded thighs and around my waist. This girdle had some strong leather cuffs at the legs and a series of small rings up the sides. I was made to stand upright whilst Dorothy selected the correct level of rings so that I could not move my hands from my sides but was free to sit and stand easily.

My wrists were then secured through the little openings in the dress and slip. The waist of the panty girdle was then secured to the harness under my frock so that I could not pull the panty girdle down. I was now helpless and totally unable to protect myself from any unwanted advances. I shivered nervously as we were both ordered to sit and answer questions from Dr James.

I had to sit with my hands resting demurely at my sides of my legs and perched on the edge of the chair whilst Veronica had to sit with her hands crossed modestly in front of her on her lap. We looked for the entire world like the two contrite and regretful young misses we were expected to be.

Dr James put down her tea and studied me.

"From the contents of your file Beverly, it seems that you were a willing pupil to this school and a confirmed transvestite before that. Up until now you have been a model pupil with an excellent academic record."

"Yes Doctor." I replied.

"It relates here that you were discovered wearing your cousins underwear by one of the village gossips at home."

Here, Miss Lane interrupted.

"That's correct Doctor; apparently Beverly was so embarrassed by the incident during the school summer holidays that she was too afraid to go up to the grammar school in the autumn term because it had become common knowledge."

"I would like Beverly to tell me her version please Miss Lane. It helps me better to judge what the best treatment will be. Now Beverly, please, in your own words."

"What Miss Lane says is correct Doctor. I was caught wearing my cousin’s knickers, bra and tights under my shirt and jeans. I fell out of an apple tree and the old lady took me in to treat my cuts and bruises. I tried to avoid her treatment but the bleeding was quite severe and she insisted I took my jeans off. She discovered my underwear and promptly phoned my stepmother. The woman was also a well-known gossip and after a few days the people in the village started giving me funny looks. Then some of my friends started teasing me about it when they found out. From then on my life at home became intolerable.

I couldn't face going up to the grammar school so my stepmother searched around and learnt about Miss Lanes academy through some distant friends who had heard of my plight. That's why I'm here."

Dr Lane smiled, made a few notes and questioned me some more.

"Do you like it here Beverly?"

"Yes Doctor. It's everything I could have wished for. I've never been naughty or disobedient all the time I've been here. It's this p- pu- puberty thing that Miss Lane talks about that is worrying me. I get very tense and excited by it."

Miss Lane nodded in concurrence as Dr James continued.

"I see from your file that you enjoyed playing with dolls when you were younger. It's unusual for young boys to show maternal instincts. Can you shed any light?"

"I don't know doctor. I've always had a soft spot for babies and I've liked cuddling them but they have never featured in my transvestite fantasies. I've often wondered what it would be like to breast feed a baby and I'm told that I could do it with these if I take the right hormones."

I Cupped and caressed my harnessed breasts under my frock as I spoke.

"I've often wondered what it would be like to have a baby but I fear that is never going to be possible."

Dr James smiled softly and nodded in confirmation as she continued.

"Do you want to keep your penis Beverly?"

I thought about the bitterness I had seen amongst some of the older pupils after having been operated upon against their will and I started to cry.

"Oh yes! Yes!" I sobbed. "Please don't cut it off."

Dr James pondered over her notes for some while, as I stood terrified awaiting my fate. She made some more annotations then looked up and smiled at me as she turned to Miss lane.

"Well. It would appear that Miss Beverly is a fully heterosexual transvestite, although a very submissive one. I think that she could be easily controlled and managed in later life as a ladies maid or housekeeper, even if she keeps her penis. Some of the ladies who come to us prefer their maids to have a properly functioning penis provided they are controllable and submissive. I think Miss Beverly would fit that bill perfectly. She's very petite and feminine with excellent breast development."

She gently cupped my breasts and caressed my rounded buttocks as she spoke then Miss Lane replied.

"So what do you think is the best solution to this knicker-staining is then? It's most unhygienic and not acceptable in the school."

Dr James paused and tapped her notepad thoughtfully.

"I think there are three options."

She held up three fingers and ticked them off as she spoke.

"One- We subject Miss Beverly to the psychotherapy that you described earlier where she would get erections but no orgasms without breast -to breast stimulation. This would put her in thrall to any mistress who employs her as a maid.

I don't like this option though, it would be a terrible waste of Beverly's intellectual and academic ability if she left the academy and simply went into domestic service. This leads me to the second option.

Two- We completely change Beverly into a functioning woman using the normal surgical procedures that we've developed at the academy. This would leave her functioning socially and sexually as a woman thus allowing her to leave the academy and follow any career she chooses. With her brain she would go far in any field of life. Materially, she would end up as a very successful woman but she would be a very unhappy and unfulfilled person. Especially without a penis, as she's already indicated."

I nodded my head vigorously, which caused the Mistresses and Dr James to study my worried countenance. Dr James continued.

"Thirdly- There is a new option that I have been contemplating for some time now. It would be an excellent treatment for the Beverly’s of this world. It is totally experimental at this stage for I have only done it on animals. Miss Beverly would be very much a guinea pig. It is emotional and sexually far less distressing than a sex change.

It still goes all the way in making our pupils behave and function socially in a demure and ladylike manner. Furthermore their penises would still be intact and fully functioning. It is a new surgical procedure that I would like to discuss in private before we offer it to Beverly."

Miss Lane nodded and I was removed to the anteroom as Dr James continued. I did not hear what was proposed but I heard Miss Lane and Miss Williams agree enthusiastically then swear Veronica to secrecy. It was only after it was carried out and I learned the consequences that Veronica related to me what the operation entailed.

This was what Dr James described.

"It is a new surgical technique that involves diverting Beverly’s urethra from her penis to the back of her scrotum just in front of her anus. This will cause her urine to exit via her crotch from behind her scrotum but in front of her anus exactly as we girls do. Furthermore, when she ejaculates, the semen will also eject from the same orifice. It will thus stain the crutch of her knickers like a real lady and not the front waistband."

She will then be forced to sit or squat like all other ladies when urinating. Her old outlet in the eye of her penis will be sealed up and her penis can be used as nothing more than a pleasure source for any ladies that she conjugates with."

Dr James sat back and awaited the reactions of the mistresses and Veronica.

Veronica glanced at the mistresses and shrugged as she nodded her agreement. The important thing to Veronica was that I would get to keep my penis and she could continue to enjoy it. The Mistresses smiled and applauded Dr James on her incredible originality. Miss Lanes eyes lit up as her agile mind spanned the possibilities that the operation opened up. She smiled at Dr James and Miss Williams as they all realised what this would do for the academy's reputation amongst those ladies who sought transvestite maids. Dorothy smiled inwardly as she contemplated the reduced workload in cleaning toilets and washing knickers, especially in the upper school.

Despite my desperate attempts to eavesdrop, all I heard was the clapping and laughter through the heavy anteroom door. I heard Miss Lane talking but couldn't make out the words.

 

"Well Dr James, it seems like the ideal solution and it provides some interesting new options. I think that Miss Beverly, with her particularly submissive nature, would make an excellent guinea pig. Let's bring her back in."

The door opened suddenly and I tumbled through to land with an embarrassing flop on my bottom, unable to save myself with my hands secured to my thighs. I sat in a self-conscious heap as they all laughed at my predicament. They knew that I had been eavesdropping but they also knew that the anteroom door was far to thick to allow all but the loudest sounds through.

Miss Lane turned to Veronica as she laughed.

"Hard luck Beverly, we'll tell you what the third option is all in good time. Veronica, be so kind as to help your friend up. She's a frightful mess sat down like that."

Veronica gently squatted down and grasped my waist tight towards her as she gently helped me to my feet. Her restrained wrists caused us to squeeze tight together and we stood lingering as we continued pressing ourselves nervously together to await events. I turned cautiously as I plucked up courage to speak.

"D- Dr James. Will I keep my testicles?"

"Yes of course my dear." She smiled.

"The- that means I'll still be able to have orgasms and my libido will be intact."

"Yes, don't worry Beverly. It's not serious operation. It wont affect your sex life at all."

With a distinct sense of relief and for want of any further information I asked no more questions. In Miss Lanes academy what would be; would be. The pupils were only thankful for small mercies. Miss Lane turned and put down the phone. She had been talking to my stepmother but I had not known it.

"Your stepmother is coming tomorrow to sign the consent forms and your father has agreed to any actions that we would advise so it is all settled. Is there anything else to be seen to Dr James?"

"Not much Miss Lane. After the surgery, Miss Beverly will be a much happier and more agreeable young lady. I think it will better be for all the girls in the dormitory if you are to behave properly like a demure young lady, don't you Beverly?"

"Yes Dr James." I whispered nervously.

With my final acceptance of my fate Dr James intimated that her immediate business was finished and that she had lots of preparation for my forthcoming operation. Her parting words were.

"I think it will be best for Miss Beverly to enjoy her final hours as a fully functioning little boy to enable her to come to terms with her future. She might think she is missing something in the future if she does not fully recollect her sensations as a boy. Only she will be able to tell me after the operation if she feels the same. I need her remarks for my feedback and clinical audit."

I felt a deep sense of dread as my tortured mind tried to imagine what was in store for me. Dr James looked backwards around the door as she was leaving. She caught the shadow of fear as it crossed my face and spoke reassuringly.

"Don't worry my little chicken. You will still enjoy the most wonderful orgasms, just you wait and see. It might be a good idea if you and Veronica work on some such activities tonight. Bye bye my pet."

With these parting words, Dr James closed the office door and left for the clinic.

As her heels clicked purposefully down the corridor Miss Lane clapped her hands.

"Well ladies. No time like the present."

She motioned to Miss Williams and Dorothy.

"Remove the lower half of Miss Beverly's apparel and let her organ free."

The seized my arms and held me whilst they removed my panty girdle and tucked my slip and frock into the waistband of my harness. This frock was front fastening and it was unbuttoned so that my breasts wobbled and bounced in the soft lacy cups of my slip. Then they secured my wrists to the waistband as they released my crumpled little organ from the cache-sex. As I stood helpless with my nether rejoins exposed they turned their attentions to Veronica. Miss Lane continued to conduct operations and give instructions.

"Remove Veronica’s clothes and lay her on the table."

They arranged some cushions on the table and Veronica was placed face up with her sex ludely exposed to my gaze. Her hands had been re-secured to her harness and her cunt harness still prevented any clear access to her clitoris. Her breast harness still squeezed and pushed her youthful little mounds up in the air and her nipples had already started to stiffen with the cold.

"Now Miss Beverly, I want you to kneel over Miss Veronica sixty nine style so that you can suck her breasts."

I climbed awkwardly up on to the table and positioned myself over Veronica as instructed. As I lowered my head, my breasts plopped out of the cups of my slip and wobbled provocatively over Veronica’s mouth. I gently grasped one of her strawberry like nipples with my lips whilst gently caressing the other with my cheek. Veronica’s hips started to twitch slightly as she raised her head and gently sucked one of my swaying breasts into her mouth. She puckered her lips and gently nibbled at my nipple causing it to become erect. As my nipple became stiff and engorged I felt ecstatic ripples of pleasure flutter down my tummy and focus in my groin.

Slowly, inevitably, my organ started to respond to the stimulation and my pelvis started to thrust back and forth in an automatic rhythm. I peered down along Veronica’s softly undulating tummy and saw her hips increase their gyratations as she approached her orgasm. We were becoming engrossed in our orgasms and I could feel Veronicas heart starting to beat wildly.

Suddenly, as I looked down Veronica’s tummy I saw Miss Williams's hand thrust a dildo straight up Veronicas bum. Simultaneously, I felt Miss Lane do the same to me. My hips started to gyrate like Veronicas as the buzzing vibrating sensations burrowed away deep in my bottom. Veronica was making little mewling sounds like a weak kitten as her nipples and bum were being stimulated. The very centre of her being was denied any sort of satisfaction though because her cunt harness denied any access to her clitty or pussy. Her legs started to thrash wildly and her heels drummed a tattoo as she desperately tried to relieve the frustration in her core. I however, could feel an orgasm starting to boil in my loins.

Suddenly, Miss Lane switched off my vibrator and my orgasm was left suspended as I frustratedly tried to complete my fulfillment.

"Suck a little harder on Miss Veronicas nipples Beverly and try to massage her bottom," instructed Miss Lane, "we are trying to bring you both to a mutual orgasm without either of you yet stimulating your primary sex organs."

My penis was now ready to explode with frustration and I noticed some silvery juices starting to leak from under the tight constraints of Veronicas 'pussy harness'.

Miss Williams gently felt Veronica’s heartbeat and nodded to Miss Lane that she was close to orgasm. Then she gently palmed one of my nipples whilst I greedily sucked on one of Veronica’s nipples and gently rolled her other one in my thumb and forefinger. Miss Lane then gently pinched my other nipple whilst she suddenly switched on the vibrator and started whisking it in and out of my bum again.

Veronica let out a deep moan as her pent up orgasm released the floodgates under her pussy harness. Simultaneously my penis started to twitch and throb. Miss Lane had cleverly anticipated this and she deftly slid a condom over my suspended organ. At the instant of my ejaculation she gently squeezed it once then let it go. My poor little penis had never been treated like this before. The sensation of a single squeeze combined with my naturally climaxing, pulsating orgasm caused my hips to gyrate like a girls instead of thrusting like a boys.

The pent up frustrations of having no proper stimulation in my penis but having my nipples squeezed and then a deep relief surging in my loins served only to leave me exhausted and confused. With the vibrator still buzzing and burrowing in my nether regions I wasn't sure if I had come as a boy or a girl.

Miss Lane then quickly slipped off the condom and poured my semen into a sample jar. I had no idea what she intended to do with it as she gently pushed my bottom down so that my softening penis landed on Veronicas face. She bent down to Veronica, who was still gasping from her own orgasm, and whispered, in her ear.

"Suck Beverly’s’ cock to get it nice and clean and dry."

Still panting and gasping for breath, Veronica grasped my penis with her tender lips and gently started to lick it clean, occasionally giving it a little suck as she still gasped and panted. The frustration of having my little penis stimulated so softly but not being able to achieve another erection served only to reinforce my sexual confusion. Then finally, just as my penis did start to respond again, Miss Lane and Miss Williams lifted me off Veronica.

"That's enough Miss Beverly, we wouldn’t want you coming like that again today. It would be most unseemly and unladylike.

With my now erect penis poking rudely from my loins, I was made to dress again in my harness and regulation frilly uniform. Miss Williams forced my proud little organ cruelly into my cache-sex and then helped Dorothy, who had been assisting all the time, to pull my long legged panty girdle with the stiff leather cuffs over my thighs. As before, my hands were re-secured to the rings down my thighs and I was again, helpless and defenseless. There was no end to the humiliations at Miss Lanes.

I was then made to stand looking on as Veronica was redressed and re-secured in her harness. Thus we stood, helpless and contrite before the three ladies who smiled condescendingly at our plight.

"You may go now girls." Ordered Miss Lane.

We both hobbled and minced into the corridor to be met with sympathetic smiles from the more knowing senior girls. The younger girls simply tittered and giggled as we crept to our dormitory to await our fate at Doctor James surgical hands. We had no idea when or where it was to be done. We sat on Veronica’s bed and tried to comfort each other by kissing and pressing our breasts together. The cruel harnesses prevented our using our hands but our tits were well supported and our nipples were stiff as they rubbed against each other through the silky linings of our slips and frocks. Our attempts to comfort each other became too exhausting and we eventually fell together in a deep sleep foregoing both tea and supper.

 

 

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