Chapter 6.
When the rest of the pupils met us again after they returned from classes they wanted to know everything about my operation and what fate awaited Veronica. Rumours had been flying thick and fast around the whole school and Veronica had to use all her wiles to stop the others pestering me. They all particularly wanted to know why I was wearing a striped pink and blue ribbon in my hair. Eventually, to settle the hubbub, Veronica explained what had happened. She made all the girls in our dormitory sit down as she addressed them.
"You all know about the ribbons, with girls wearing green and the boy-girls wearing pink or blue depending on their fate; well Beverly is something different."
The pupils sat agog with excitement as Veronica continued.
"In Beverly’s case things didn't quite work out as Dr James expected."
Here Veronica dwelt at length upon my unique situation as a bilateral hermaphrodite. As she spoke she deftly reached under my nightdress and whipped down my knickers. The action had been so swift and unexpected that I had no time to react. I squeaked with surprise and tried to cross my legs to cover myself but two other students had responded just as quickly and pinioned my arms. Thus were my unusual arrangements exposed for Veronica to describe and display to all the pupils in the dormitory.
With squeals and titters of delight and amazement they all peered and fiddled with my organs as they chattered excitedly about the incredible new addition to dormitory life. My poor penis started to swell to its potential and the girls sighed with nervous delight as they anticipated the fun. Tears crept to my eyes as I tried to imagine the abuse I might suffer at the hands of some of the older girls and boy-girls when my situation became common knowledge, as it certainly would.
In my own dormitory amongst girls my own age I might have a sporting chance but amongst older and bigger girls I would be helpless to resist their strength.
The two girls who had been restraining me now let me go and they lingered enviously around my bed. They had both been boy-girls before their operations but now they were both totally 'girls'. They gazed enviously at my arrangements and beseeched me to let them feel my new pussy lips and cock. Veronica intervened for she had anticipated the same problems that I had.
"You can only do it if you promise to help me protect Bev from the bigger girls."
They acceded to this and then jumped onto the bed to gently caress and probe my arrangements. They gazed wide-eyed at the dimensions of my penis and gently fingered it as they surreptitiously squeezed their thighs together.
One of the girls, Jacqueline, had been a voluntary transsexual and really happy with her new found body. She had settled down nicely as a model girl pupil at the academy.
The other girl, Jennifer, had been brought forcibly to Miss Lanes and totally against her will. She was an orphan who had been guilty of many petty crimes and misdemeanours, as she had degenerated into a local tearaway. Eventually the authorities had 'given up on him'. Jenny’s male psyche still remained dominant and would do so all her life. In her new female body she would still only ever enjoy a lesbian relationship with other girls and would never be happy with a man. In my case however, she was fascinated with my duality.
Jennifer thus expressed a special desire to 'inspect' my genitals. Veronica had quickly grasped the significance of Jennifer's request and allowed her all the time she wanted to 'feel me up'. Veronica’s actions were not wholly philanthropic however; Jenny was still a strong athletic 'girl' who was well able to look after herself against the older pupils. She would be a useful minder for me whilst Veronica was away undergoing surgery. Jenny lingered for a long time as though reassuring herself of my femininity. She gently probed and groped as she established my proper female responses then she slid off my bed seeming happier and relaxed. As I finally got to correct my dishevelled state Jenny whispered something in Veronicas ear. I failed to catch it but I resolved to tackle Veronica about it later.
Whatever plans they had laid for me that night were scuppered by the arrival of Dorothy and two other maids from the lower school. All of us were placed into restraining corsets with wrist straps to prevent any 'hanky-panky' that night. Once we were all secured, Miss Lane and Miss Williams came to inspect us. They had obviously anticipated my return to the dormitory and the natural curiosity and responses of the other pupils.
Each pupil was secured to her bed on her back with the cups of their corsets removed and special under wired ‘peephole’ bras attached. Our hands were then securely attached to the bed rings so that each of us was helpless and immobile. Then a thin sheet was pulled up over us and served to tickle our exposed nipples. All of us started to twitch and squirm in reaction to this mass stimulation but I started to suffer some considerable discomfort as my enlarged organ started to grow within the tight confines of my corset. Miss Lane stood at the end of my bed and addressed the whole dormitory.
"As you can see young ladies, Miss Beverly is in some considerable discomfort. You can all count yourselves lucky that you are not afflicted with her disadvantages when corseted."
She turned To Jennifer and Jacqueline.
"That goes especially for you two."
I managed to catch the suppressed bitterness in Jenny's eyes and felt a little sorry for her despite my own pain.
Each of the pupils received their various medications and then Miss Lane motioned to the maids to leave before addressing the dormitory again.
"I have one last thing to say about Miss Beverly. She will need a lot of support and protection from the rest of you in this dormitory. It will be an extremely difficult time for her and you must help her through it."
She then switched off the lights and I heard her heels clicking down the corridor. I thought that we were all to be left to suffer whatever privations the night corsets would cause but I was mistaken.
In the total darkness I could hear the rustlings and whimperings as the girls reacted to their nipples being stimulated by the starched linen sheets. The beds squeaked noisily and the springs creaked as the girls squirmed and twisted. The noise in the dormitory was quite disturbing. Suddenly, in the pitch black dark, I felt my sheet being tampered with. I froze in panic as a gag and hood were fitted over my head and my brain screamed in silent desperation. The hook and eyes of my corset gusset were being tampered with and I lay desperately still as skilful hands fiddled away out of sight. Suddenly, my tortured penis enjoyed a complete escape from the cruel constriction of the corset. Unknown hands gently massaged it. A soft stretch Lycra cover or sheath was fitted over it and attached by poppers to replace the cruel front panel. My organ was now softly encased in a silky stretchy sheath as it continued to receive further ministrations from the unknown hands.
As my orgasm started to boil deep in my loins the caresses suddenly stopped and another larger panel was placed over the Lycra sheath. There was some more prolonged fiddling with the poppers and gusset, which I couldn't see, and then I was left for the night. My poor organ was desperate for relief but none was forthcoming. Like all the other pupils in the dormitory, I lay totally helpless as the replaced sheet tickled my nipples again. Soon my whole body was 'calling out' for relief. I slept very fitfully that night.
The following morning, my first move after being released by Dorothy was to mince, as fast as my sensitive labia would allow, to the bathroom. I caught some of the girls eyeing my curiously as they studied my peculiarly urgent gait. The reduced size of my bladder caused me to feel painfully full and desperate for relief but unable to dash for the loo. I finally reached the bathroom and frantically lowered the front flap of my corset. After some fiddling with the strange Lycra sheath I finally managed to release my bursting cock. I glanced around to see that no body was looking and let go with a deep sigh of relief.
A sudden torrent of water splashed noisily onto the bathroom floor and saturated my legs and feet.
I stared down, stunned by the golden stream cascading from my crotch and spreading noisily and messily around my thighs, calves and ankles. I let out a squeal of shock and the door flung open to reveal the girls standing in the doorway. I frantically tried to undo the hooks and eyes of my gusset but realised that they were firmly stitched up. I tried to stem the flow but whatever surgery had been carried out, meant that once I had started I couldn't stop. My bladder continued to empty itself and I stood weeping in the growing flood of urine. The girls fell about laughing and the uproar attracted Dorothy.
With one look she shooed the girls away before starting to clean me up. We untied the back fastenings of my corset and I self-consciously stepped out of it.
She studied the offending pool of urine. I fully expected a beating or at least some sort of severe constraint but instead she gave me funny look and smiled slyly.
"Now let that is a lesson to you young lady. As you see, you now urinate like a lady and you will have to squat vulnerably every time you go. Dr James gave me my wish and it's my way of getting back for all the little messes you've left and I've had to clean up."
I stared down at the puddle and swallowed nervously as I realised what had been done to me. I really should have realised when I had ejaculated into my crotch but I had not thought to check. Dorothy handed me some cloths and disinfectant and ordered me to clean up the mess as she removed my soaking corset to the laundry bin. I was forced to bend on my hands and knees with my exposed bottom showing all my vulnerable parts as I busied myself on the floor.
Dorothy returned and I could feel her eyes boring into my derriere as it swayed and wobbled whilst I busily wiped away at the floor. Her greedy eyes didn't miss a thing and I grew nervous as she spoke again.
"In future Beverly, you will still be encumbered with all the fiddly accoutrements of feminine attire but you will be further disadvantaged with a small bladder and a consequent inability to retain much water. You will have to be much more circumspect when going to the loo. In adult life things are going to be much more awkward for you, especially if there is no public toilet nearby. What's more, you won't be able to rush about looking for one because your labia lips will be far too sensitive. Running around in search of a loo will excite your labia and probably cause you to orgasm there and then in the street. You're going to have to be careful my dear. You may be lucky and able to enjoy both sides of sex but there are also going to be a few little downers as you suffer some of the little inconveniences of life.
There have to be some checks and balances, don't you agree?"
I mumbled despondently as I finally stood up and poured the bucket down the loo. Tears formed on my cheeks and Dorothy squeezed me softly to her breasts as I sobbed softly in her arms. She gently placed me in a bath and soaped me down paying particular attention to the parts that I had so badly stained with my own pee. By the time I was dry and dressed I was late for breakfast and had to forgo most of it.
Worse was to follow. I had forgotten that the first two periods were games.
Games at Miss Lanes were about the only lessons where the pupils could exercise any freedom. Pupils were allowed to follow their own interests and many 'boy-girls' took this last opportunity to enjoy a few 'masculine' pleasures.
Boxing, football and rugby were, of course, not allowed, but hockey, netball, rounders and gymnastics were encouraged as well as more ladylike pastimes such as dance and ballet.
'Girls' such as Jenny thoroughly enjoyed these opportunities and - within the constraints of their feminised bodies and hormone treatments-, played quite aggressive games. I also enjoyed hockey and without thinking, I looked forward to donning my gymslip and enjoying some freedom from my stiff corset. It was not to be however.
Even as we untied each other’s corsets and I slipped my gym knickers up my legs, I felt the strong cotton fabric draw up into my crotch and start to tickle my newly sensitive vulva. I immediately approached the games mistress and begged to be excused but she simply gave me a condescending look and 'poo-hoo’d' my request. I tried to explain about my recent surgery but she pretended to misunderstand my situation and simply relented slightly by allowing me to play in goal.
This at least meant that I would not have to run about and I grudgingly agreed to this. As I resignedly finished dressing for goal the mistress gave me a queer look and smiled.
"You're usually very keen on games Beverly. Most girls have recovered from their surgery after a few weeks. I think you’re being a little too cautious. Come along now, there's nothing to be afraid of. You're well protected with all that padding around your legs."
I set off for the playing fields but I had not foreseen the difficulty of walking with the goalkeeper pads on. Despite my most careful steps the pads caused me to walk taking longer waddling steps and this caused my love lips to brush together with every step I took. By the time I reached my goal, I was breathing heavily, my heart was thumping and my knickers were already becoming damp.
What made it worse was that the game was an important one. The two teams were not separated by a simple coloured sash but playing in completely different strips. The other team were wearing navy blue whilst my team was wearing paler grey, including our gym knickers. My damp crotch was glaringly obvious. I did not notice it because the pads blocked my view of my own crotch but every time I bent over the other girls saw my condition. From a distance however, it looked like honest perspiration and attracted no attention.
Fortunately, we had a very good team. With Jenny playing as an excellent central defender, I found my self with little to do and spent longish periods standing still around the goalmouth. The occasional little rush to stop a loose ball served only to keep me tense and horny. Jenny kept looking back and giving me queer little looks as I struggled to keep easing the damp sticky knickers from my crotch with the clumsy goal-keeping gloves. All through the first half I managed to hold on and thankfully collapsed to the ground when half time arrived. Jenny strolled across from the centre line with a piece of orange for me. She sat down and spoke to me.
"You seem a little off form Bev. What's wrong?"
I tried to put her off with a little white lie but I had forgotten that I was sitting down cross-legged with my legs forced apart by the pads and my short gymslip riding up over my wide open thighs. My light grey knickers served only to reveal my desperately excited state. My swollen penis was forcing its way up past the thick waistband of my gym knickers. This created a huge bulge up the front of my knickers whilst the crotch now showed a deep dark stain as little beads of my love juice squeezed past the elasticated legs. I had not noticed that all this was clearly visible to Jenny who was now staring transfixed at my exposed knickers.
I finally realised what she was looking at and I shifted uncomfortably as I tried to rearrange my ridiculously short clothing.
For the first time in my life I felt vulnerable and threatened. As I tried to pull down the hem of my gymslip Jennifer caught my eye. With a meaningful glance she reached over to help me up. She deliberately let her fingers linger on my breasts and noted the hardness of my erect nipples through the flimsy material of my hockey blouse and sports bra.
I gave a little gasp of nervous surprise as she helped me slowly walk the length of the field to the other goal. Needless to add I was becoming more and more agitated as the awkward gait caused by my hockey pads made my vulva lips more and more sensitive. Jennifer did not help by surreptitiously caressing my already hard nipples and brushing against my erect penis as she pretended to be deep in conversation about tactics. By the time we had reached the other goal my head was spinning and my heart was pounding in response to Jennifer’s surreptitious ministrations. She then left me hanging in this condition as the second half got started. The little minx had realised exactly what was happening to me.
At first, I didn't realise why I seemed to be rushing about a bit more during the second half. It slowly dawned on me that Jenny was deliberately allowing the opposing forwards to break through more often to threaten my goal. She would then come 'racing' back to help with the defence whilst slyly checking up on my developing agitation. She was such a good player that she could literally dictate when I would be forced to rush off my line and defend my goal. Thus could she control when I became horny and then made to subside.
After twenty minutes of repeatedly being raised to fever pitch and then 'let down’ by Jenny's conniving I eventually collapsed after a particularly active goal-mouth scuffle. The gym mistress stopped the game and ran over to check me. She thought I had suffered some of fit so the cunning Jennifer offered to help me off the field. The gym mistress rearranged the teams as Jenny and I slowly left the field.
She held me gently as she whispered what she intended to do to me once we were in the changing rooms. I shuddered and stumbled like a mesmerised rabbit towards the games pavilion.
Once there, she wasted no time in undressing us both. She lingered briefly as she pretended to fiddle with the buckles of my hockey pads whilst she caressed my thighs and squeezed my erect penis. As her hands eventually probed the soaking honey pot in my knickers she whispered in my ears.
"You really are both sexes aren't you?"
I nodded as she gently sat me down on the bench and knelt between my knees. She gently pulled off my saturated knickers and studied the strange aroused state of the arrangements purveyed before her. She gave a little twitch and tremor of excitement as her curious hands gently probed and squeezed my various parts. This, combined with all the excesses of the hockey field, caused me to almost feint.
I made a feeble desultory attempt to push Jenny away but she was much stronger than I was and secured her aims by inveigling her busy fingers deep into my pussy. This removed any hope of resistance by bringing me to within an inch of total orgasm. As my resistance collapsed, and my hips started to twitch she gently pressed my shoulders down onto the bench while her busy tongue caressed my urgent penis.
Having once been endowed of a penis herself, she knew exactly how to arouse one with her tongue, whilst her newly knowledgeable fingers had also learned exactly how to rouse sensitive nipples and vaginas.
Like a preying mantis over its victim, Jenny cleverly orchestrated my body by fingering my vagina, sucking my penis and gently tweaking my nipples. As we both became frantic with desire, she mounted my prone body and carefully transfixed herself upon my engorged monster. Like the dominant lesbian she had become, she proceeded to ride away on my penis whilst grinding her clitty hard against my pubic bone. In a wild climax of lust and desire we orgasmed mutually. As my mind started to black out from the sheer exhaustion I faintly heard Jenny whooping with delight as she collapsed upon me.
I woke up to find Jenny solicitously wiping my breasts and hips with one hand as she mopped up the mess from my orgasm on the changing bench. My soft murmur caused her to start.
"Bev! Are you alright?"
"Mmm. Yes." I murmured languidly as I enjoyed the afterglow of my slow recovery and Jenny's soft caressing.
"Thank God! I was worried there for a moment."
I gradually came to and felt a little hurt at Jenny’s betrayal of my trust. A tear started to form as I looked up at her splendid athletic body. She really was a magnificent athlete.
"Why did you force yourself upon me like that?" I wept.
Jenny looked at me and saw the hurt in my eyes. She knelt again beside me and gently kissed me as she began to explain.
"I'm sorry Bev. I shouldn’t have been so selfish. I was driven to it by this- this body of mine. It- it’s just that you really are both sexes. A girl with real boys bits."
She pointed to her head as she continued.
"I- I’m still a boy in my head do you see, and going with another man is abhorrent to me."
Tears came to her eyes as she as she strove to explain.
"I- I know that you really are a girl and you have all the girlish ways so I can really relate to you as a girl. But you still have something here that I can use." - she patted my penis- "and I can still think of you as girl. You are the only one I can use my vagina with properly and enjoy sex as a woman. The only other way is as a lesbian with a woman. You're really something special to me Bev."
This crazy analysis began to make sense to me and the more I thought about it the more sorry I felt for poor Jenny and her cruel situation. Miss Lanes had really played a cruel trick on Jenny. She would only ever enjoy some form of lesbian relationship throughout her adult life. I realised just how much she must have missed her penis and I squeezed her hand to show my understanding and sympathy. Despite all the confusing developments in my body I at least was at ease with myself. For poor Jenny it was a completely different ball game. Nevertheless I still felt betrayed and hurt.
"But Jennifer," I stammered, "You raped me!"
Tears flooded my eyes again and Jennifer solicitously wiped them away
"Please Bev. Please don't think of it like that. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I'm so, so sorry."
She softly placed her lips on my tear filled eyes and licked my salty drops away. Then she gently wrapped her arms around me and we were about to engage in a deep lingering kiss when the returning teams arrived. Their noisy approach gave us plenty of warning and Jenny had enough time to wrap me in a blanket before slipping into the showers. It was an innocent scene that met the other pupils and the gym mistress as they entered.
The mistress checked me over and measured my racing pulse. She ordered me to be stretchered to the infirmary immediately and, needless to add, Jacqueline and Jennifer jumped at the chance. I was detained for a few days whilst Dr James ran some tests. She warned me about the dangers of unprotected sex and advised me to go on the pill. We discussed this at length as she described how I was at risk from my own semen getting me pregnant. I was intrigued by this and asked a lot of questions about making myself pregnant. She assured me that there was no real danger to any children that I spawned and that they would not be any more at risk than a normal conception.
"You see Beverly, the dangers of inbreeding really occur when the inbreeding goes on for several generations. Biologically speaking there is no great danger to a brother and sister procreating. The taboos only arise to prevent constant inbreeding, which does have serious consequences. If you did get yourself pregnant, there would be no legitimate genetic reason for aborting the foetus."
She gave me a few more checks and finished speaking.
"I'll run a few hormone tests and arrange a suitable dosage of hormones for contraceptive purposes. It’ll take a few weeks to settle the levels down so in the meantime be careful about getting semen - anybody's semen, into that beautiful new body of yours."
I shuddered nervously as I remembered the affair with Jenny and hoped to high heaven that the damage had not already been done.
During my days at the infirmary Veronica came to visit me. She had been reharnessed for some minor transgression and she was getting more frustrated every day. On the last day of my internment she came to me with tears in her eyes.
"I'm being taken to the clinic for corrective surgery tomorrow."
The news sent a cold shiver through my heart. We had both been expecting the announcement but its eventual arrival still carried with it the portent of dread. We sat together on the bed as Veronica’s sobs wracked her gentle frame. We had no idea what was intended for her and both shuddered with fear at her impending doom.
I was no longer harnessed or restrained apart from the normal strictures of the school's tight corseting policy, so I reached out gently and pulled Veronica towards me. Our lips met and I gently caressed her breasts through her harness. This caused her to shudder violently as she pressed her body against mine and we stayed like this for a long time as Veronicas sobs continued to shake her frame.
"Will I ever see you again?"
"I hope so." I answered. "I'll ask Dr James this evening when she gives me an all clear."
Veronica gave a brave little smile through her tears and stumbled dejectedly from the room. I sat on the edge of the bed trying to ponder the idea of a life without Veronica. It didn’t bear thinking about and I resolved to do everything within my power to persuade Dr James to allow Veronica back after her operation. Another question burned in my brain. 'Why wasn't I being restrained any longer like Veronica any more?'
Later that evening Dr James arrived and I had carefully prepared my questions.
"Hello Beverly. How are you feeling?"
"Much better doctor, but why are my restraining harnesses off?"
"It's quite simple Beverly. You now feel as vulnerable and threatened as any other proper girl in the academy. You suffer all the angst and fear of pregnancy that the other proper girls suffer so you must be free to ward off any unwanted advances by any of the 'boy-girls’ who have not been operated on. They might still try to rape you. What's worse Beverly is that you can get pregnant to yourself if you simply have sex with a girl so you have to be doubly protected. You'll be the only pupil here on a contraceptive pill because of your unique state. It'll take some weeks though before I can get the proper dosage worked out. You'll have to bear with me until then.
Your experiences on the playing fields with Miss Jennifer will have made you realise that."
My shocked surprise made her smile.
"Don't look so amazed Beverly. We all know about the little incident, did you really think that the gym mistress could be that naive?"
Dr James's words made sense. Some of the older boy-girls after having stopped growing and reached maturity with a womanly shape were taken off the full hormone treatment and precursors. They sometimes reverted back to a male psyche, especially if they still possessed their male penises attached to their girl’s bodies.
Some of these older 'girls' had been caught abusing their strength and demanding the co-operation of the younger girls and 'post-op' boy-girls.
It was an ongoing problem at the school, which the mistresses controlled with three options to the transgressors when caught.
First was expulsion without any introduction to the supportive world outside the academy or any prospect of employment. This left them in a hopelessly vulnerable situation and privy to drugs, violence and prostitution. It was an option few chose.
Second was to be offered the full operation to be turned into fully functioning 'girls'. Many took this option because a 'proper' female body coupled with some good academic qualifications gave them some excellent career prospects.
Finally, they could elect to be put back on the full course of hormones until they were fully ready to leave school with all the support and introductions that the schools excellent external network could provide.
I was as aware of these options, so Dr James continued.
"Don't worry, we have been fair with Jennifer. She wasn't aware that you could have made yourself pregnant when she ‘raped’ you. Her punishment has been slight; she has been made to wear a harness exactly like Veronica. Unlike Veronica however, she hasn't been fitted with a lower chastity belt section so she has been totally vulnerable to the attentions of the older 'boy-girl' prefects. She won't like that will she?"
I nodded agreement and suddenly realised that Dr James probably knew more about Jenny's essentially 'lesbian' needs than any body in the school. I changed the subject rapidly.
"What's going to happen to Veronica? Is she going to come back?"
Dr James recognised the anxiety in my voice.
"Oh don't worry about Miss Veronica my dear. Her corrective surgery will ensure that, when she returns, she will become your most loyal and trusted friend."
She kissed me on the cheek as she said this and I hugged her tightly for sheer joy. As I thought about it further a few puzzling questions bothered me. Dr James waited patiently on the bed as my mind cranked slowly.
"Are you going to use psychiatry or something to make her my friend?"
"No my dear. Veronica will still be the same person when she returns. There will be no personality changes."
"Will she still be able to enjoy orgasms?"
"Indeed she will Beverly! What's more, you will be one of the very few people able to give her them."
"Why?" I asked, perplexed at this little titbit.
"Well I'll let you stew on that question for a while my dear. Rest assured though, because you have made me so happy with your unique bilateral hermaphrodism and its immense help to my researches; I thought it only fair that I should reward you somehow. Your future and Veronicas will be firmly woven together."
Tears of joy and relief flooded down my cheeks as Dr James continued.
"After the operation Miss Veronica won't even know that she will be able to enjoy you for she is to be harnessed and restrained until you two are back together again. When she does return though, her first new orgasm will be by you and that will help to cement your relationship. That is my present to you both. I've got to go now my dear; I have to prepare Veronica for her operation tomorrow. She will be away for about a month or two until she recovers. In the meantime, I suggest that you join poor Miss Jennifer so that you can protect each other from the older boy-girls. Her punishment is over as of now and you can remove her harness. She's not really an evil girl just a bit of a wild one. She'll calm down as she gets older and the hormones really begin to take effect.
She's pleaded to see you every day since you came in here and she's outside now. Do you want to see her?"
I was so deliriously happy about Veronica’s news that I would have allowed Old Nick himself to see me just then. Dr James opened the door and motioned Jennifer to come in. She dashed through and flung herself on the bed, begging forgiveness and promising always to be my friend. As we made our reconciliation’s Dr James quietly withdrew. I gently undid Jennifer's harness thus allowing her hands to be free. It was a tacit indication that I was forgiving her and trusting her not to take advantage of her freedom. She flung her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine. We sat on the bed wrapped around each other for several minutes as our hearts beat together then we sheepishly tidied our clothes before clasping arms and strolling slowly down to supper.
I still had to mince fairly slowly because my cunny lips were still very sensitive. Jenny looked at me tenderly as she realised my vulnerable plight.
After supper in the dormitory we all spoke of Veronica’s forthcoming surgery. Despite our vast collective experiences of gender reassignment we could still shed little light on what it would involve. Jenny was puzzled as any of us as she added her observations. She had been a very sexually active boy on the city streets before she'd been forcibly brought to the academy. Jenny was very streetwise and knew nearly every angle about boys and sex despite her tender years.
"I don't know what Dr James intends to do Bev. She's very clever with her surgery and stuff. She gave me a tremendously sensitive clitoris. It's much more sensitive than my penis ever was and I get far nicer orgasms now. They go right through me. I still miss my old friend though. Your so lucky having both sets of organs."
"Well it was just an incredible accident of birth." I replied. "Dr James is ever so excited by it and that's why she's so nice to me now. She's been able to do a tremendous amount of research into genetics since she's had access to my body. She desperately wants to know what my baby would be like if I inseminate my self. She still isn't sure if I'm a fluke or if there is a definite genetic trigger to my hermaphrodism, which could make my babies hermaphrodites as well. She reckons it could advance her researches into genetics enormously."
Jennifer was one of the schools top biology students so we chatted and theorised long after ‘lights-out’. Eventually Jacqueline told us to shut up and go to sleep. She had exams in the morning and wanted some peace. I turned over but my thoughts immediately returned to Veronica as I faced her empty bed on my other side.
The following morning between breakfast and lessons I had a brief chance to say good-bye to Veronica. I was able to set her mind at rest and reassure her that she was coming back but I did not have time to say more. She smiled wanly as Dr James collected her and another boy-girl. The clinic where Doctor James conducted her major surgery lay a couple of miles outside the school grounds. It was where I had been taken when I was operated on.
It often puzzled us students how the academy got around birth certificates and identity laws. I was to learn in later life about the secret network of ‘old boy-girls' that functioned very effectively in the government civil service. In the administration and legal departments there was an efficient and effective web of 'old spinsters'. It was a powerful and very secretive organisation, active in high places and every bit as powerful as any male organisation.
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