Queen of Harvest Moon

by Angel

 

Ricky's Halloween Surprise

Part Two(a)

 

While Ricky was in his drug assisted sleep with Nurse Fleming watching over him, Dr. Claire Roma and Julia were having a very serious conversation in Claire's office. Julia knew a few things were not right with Ricky and that is what Claire began explaining to Julia.

"Julia, you know that Ricky has a few physical abnormalities that normal boys do not have. I want you to know that I have had a special interest in Ricky ever since the emergency last year at the elementary school. Dr. Wigs has kept me abreast of Ricky's health and overall physical progress since that day. Please just let me tell you my findings and then you can ask me any questions, ok?"

"Alright, Claire, I will just listen for now but I won't promise I will not butt in at some point."

Dr. Roma chuckled at Julia's answer and began.

"You remember last year the chemical spill at the indoor pool and the subsequent fire. The gas spread through the school very quickly and many of the children were affected; be it only minor discomfort with skin irritation, rashes and breathing difficulties from sore throats. Nurse Fleming was with me and I was the first to arrive at the school. I sent Nurse Fleming to triage the girls and send them to me, worst condition first. Well, I set up my examination room in the large annex trailer and was treating the girls as fast as I could. Sending some to the hospital and keeping some for further observation. To my surprise a very cute girl dressed as a boy was now standing in front of me. I quickly began examining this girl asking her name and she told me it was Ricky O'Hare. When I tried to remove Ricky's pants to check for rashes Ricky looked around and refused to let me, holding onto his pants with a very frightened look. I told Ricky it was okay because only girls were here and that was when I was surprised. Ricky announced that he was indeed a boy."

Claire chuckled again at the memory of this incident and Julia was surprised because Ricky had not told her anything about it. All he had said was "the" doctor had examined him and everything was okay.

"Well Julia, I did not believe him and insisted in pulling his pants down and examining him. I was very surprised at what I found and quickly pulled his pants back up. I want you to know, Julia, I apologized and I was very sorry because the two girls that were there knew Ricky was a boy but did not say anything. They saw his privates I am sorry to say; be it only briefly. I had a long talk with these two girls and I know they have never mentioned this incident to anyone. I know because I checked back from time to time and these two girls are patients of mine."

"Now, Julia, I must tell you why Ricky sparked my interest so. First, my nurse after a quick assessment assumed Ricky to be a girl and sent him to me for treatment. She knows I only see and treat young females, so this was also something unique. Second, on examining Ricky, if only briefly, I noticed several things that even fooled me into believing he was a girl. Now, after my complete examination I can tell you honestly and factually my findings. Julia, do you have any questions so far?"

"Yes, Claire, I have a few! I know Ricky is small for his age and also that he is a very cute boy, but why would you and your nurse believe him to be a girl?"

"Julia, your son has no 'Adams apple', number one. His eyes are closer together than is normal for boys, number two. You see girl's eyes have less distance separating them than boys. Julia, even at a young age there are key differences a professional can spot that identify gender. Your son has more female characteristics than male. That is what has sparked my interest in him."

"Okay, Claire, please tell me what you have found and what we can do to correct it."

"Julia, would you like some tea? This is going to take some time."

Julia agreed to have some tea and they both went into a little kitchen that was next to Claire's office. Claire made the tea and once again they returned to the office this time they both sat on a couch, with Claire getting and opening a fairly thick folder on the coffee table in front of them.

The folder had Ricky's name on it and contained pictures and many medical documents. The surprising thing was that they all had Dr. Wigs name on them. Dr. Wigs had been sending Dr. Roma everything! This was done without the parent's permission. Julia began wondering if this could be a way out for Ricky. She surely knew it was grounds for a lawsuit. Julia kept quiet but was very vigilant as to everything else that was to come.

Dr. Roma began again, "Here we have Ricky's physical examinations from infancy right up until a few months ago. Let me point out the beginnings of Ricky's changes. Here Dr. Wigs points out the lack of an Adam's apple. (Medical term for it is lengthy so I will keep calling it an Adams apple, dear readers.) Here we have the testicular abnormality. You see, Julia, Ricky's testicles had not dropped until just recently which has caused malformation and atrophy." The pictures had been taken in secret and neither Julia nor Bill had any knowledge they existed; another point for Julia to ponder.

"Julia, this has caused Ricky's chance for the male hormone testosterone and a few others to not kick in at the onset of puberty. Here we have the lab tests confirming the atrophy and abnormality of his testicles. Now let us move on to his penis or lack thereof. As you can see by these pictures, Ricky's penis is much smaller than it should be for his age. His penis is the size of a normal four year old boy's. Dr. Wigs and I believe it will not grow much bigger than this. Most interestingly we have the more drastic and profound differences in Ricky's physical bone structure. Here we have pictures of Ricky's arms. Here we have a picture of a normal boy's arms at this age; do you see the differences, Julia?"

"Not really, Claire, maybe just a little more curve in Ricky's arms."

"That is correct, Julia, here is a picture of a normal girl's arms at this age. See the similarity?"

"Oh my God, what are you saying, Claire!"

"Take it easy, Julia, let me finish, okay?" Julia could only nod in agreement she was getting very upset and afraid.

"Now for the hips we have both pictures and X-rays here to compare." Dr. Roma continued. "I want you to pay attention to the middle portion joining the two hip bones. You see the cartilage development? Now for comparison, once again the normal boy, and here the normal girl, of the same age; Ricky is more like the girl's once again. Now, Julia, the physical differences do go on but those were the important ones I wanted you to be aware of. Here we have Dr. Wigs blood tests and their results. I will put them side by side with those for a normal boy and a normal girl as comparison. You will notice which set Ricky's results resemble the most."

"Claire, you are telling me Ricky for all intents and purposes is a girl with a penis? Are you trying to say what I think you are leading up to? That Ricky is really a girl?" Julia was very upset, she was crying now out of fear and for her son.

Clair reached over and hugged Julia saying, "Ricky was born a boy but something happened to him that affected his system. We don't know what or why or how, yet; but Dr. Wigs and I have been searching for answers ever since I first saw Ricky. I also want you to know that most of these tests were paid for by us, out of a professional interest, and as a courtesy to your family. We did not want to alarm you or Ricky unduly until the results were all in."

Julia really suspected something now. Dr. Wigs and Dr. Roma were in this together and she no longer trusted either one of them. Ricky was valuable to them both as a research subject and possibly future wealth from the studies they had done without Bill's and her permission. She wondered what else had been done to Ricky. She would have a long talk with him the first chance she got!

Dr. Roma went to a file cabinet and removed another folder and came back and sat down. She opened it and started laying out forms. These forms were permission to treat forms! One already had been signed by her; it was the one the town's leaders had had her sign after all the rules and procedural changes were made official. She now regretted signing it! She remembered it being notarized immediately after she signed it and now she knew why! Julia had to get to their family lawyer and soon.

Dr. Roma seeing the look and posture change in Julia read it correctly and smiled. She had this family and there was nothing they could do about it! Ricky was hers to do what she longed to do! Because of this signature, and with the backing of most of the town, The O'Hare family had little chance of winning besides running away leaving everything behind. Something she knew they would never do. They couldn't!

Claire scooped up the forms, handing the folder to Julia saying, "You take these forms home with you and have your lawyer look them over. You and your husband sign them and bring them with you or fax them to me as soon as you can, Julia. Ricky must begin the treatments soon and we have a lot to do and I promise you she will be a proper Queen in time for the festival and thereafter."

Claire gave Julia a smile that exuded confidence and a surety that scared Julia to her very marrow. Shocked pale and shaken, Julia took the forms; standing up on wobbly legs she said, "Dr. Roma, I want my son now and we are leaving this instant!"

"Julia, I am sorry but you can't do that. Ricky will leave with you and today but not just yet. She is sedated and in a condition that a professional must look after her until we decide she is all right to go home with you."

Julia became furious and was just barely able to keep herself from striking Dr. Roma! She asked to use the phone and Claire just motioned her to the desk. Julia first called their lawyer and then her husband. While she dialed the first number, Dr. Roma left the office and entered the examination room where Ricky was still sleeping.

Nurse Fleming had prepared several shots and had mixed an IV solution while Ricky slept as Claire had instructed her. Nurse Fleming was a little surprised Ricky's mother had not returned with Claire. She just assumed that while Ricky was sleeping there was no need for her to come back and be with him.

Dr. Roma gathered the syringes and told Nurse Fleming to start the IV. The so called mild sedative was not mild at all. Ricky was in a deep sleep and did not even stir as he was positioned on his back and the large IV needle was inserted in his brachial artery. One after another Dr. Roma started injecting Ricky with the shots. One shot in each breast just under the nipples. One shot in each hip and two in his scrotum piercing each malformed testicle. Then a large dose injected into the IV solution that was now dripping into Ricky at the fastest rate possible for someone his age and size.

Dr. Roma quickly gathered several tubes containing ointments and donned a pair of gloves as Nurse Fleming went to a corner and wheeled a cart that had thick disposable diapers "MoliCare" brand and several pair of plastic waterproof pants. The "MoliCare" brand of diapers come from England and are the thickest most absorbent and the best disposable diapers made in the world. Nothing but the best for Dr. Roma's pet project!

She chuckled when she thought of her slick maneuver of buying and having delivered the sweat suit, matching socks, girl's silk camisole and the chemically treated boy's briefs for Ricky's visit to her office. She knew Julia would have her wear it knowing that Julia liked seeing her son looking effeminate. Julia would just say "cute" of course. The briefs were the important item though; they were treated with a fast acting chemical agent that entered Ricky's system and started to work on his urinary tract. Yes, for all intents and purposes Ricky would be urinary incontinent for weeks. Claire laughed out loud now, not able to contain her evil glee and ego-driven desires to not only possess this rare find but also to have the exclusive control of her.

Dr. Roma laughed again after Nurse Fleming slid a diaper under Ricky's fanny and she began to spread the hormonal creams, thickly covering the area completely. One other thing she did just out of an evil desire to control Julia, she inserted a suppository into Ricky's anus which in about 30 minutes would cause him to fill his pants with feces. Yes, his mother would need to care for him in the most intimate way now. Julia's role was expanding and there was no escape for her.

Claire began spreading another cream all over Ricky's little breasts and used a special ointment on his nipples. She put a circular pad over each breast. She nodded to Nurse Fleming who finished up by fastening the diaper tightly closed and slipping the plastic pants on Ricky. She then put a training bra on him to hold the pads in place on his chest. The look was one of a young girl with budding breasts.

Claire had Nurse Fleming hold Ricky on his side as she injected one more syringe of drugs into his lower spine. When that was done Nurse Fleming dressed Ricky in his silk camisole, sweat suit, yellow socks and sneakers. She put the remaining plastic pants in a newly purchased pink diaper bag along with a box of disposable gloves, a package of baby wipes, and several tubes of creams and ointments. She added the 11 remaining diapers and zipped the diaper bag closed.

At this very moment a delivery truck pulled up to the O'Hare residents leaving a case of these same diapers with Dorothy, a neighbor's 16-year-old daughter, who was babysitting Terry, the youngest O'Hare. She was surprised because the contents of the box were clearly marked and advertised on the outside: MoliCare the Worlds Finest Disposable Diapers Youth, size small. Soon another delivery and yet another would be made to the O'Hare house.

What was to be a fun festival and a wonderful time for everyone was not to be for the O'Hare's, theirs was to be a nightmare far from fun and definitely not wonderful!

* * *

Julia had gotten through to their lawyer and after explaining things that took far too long, he was to be at the house in three hours. She had placed an emergency call to her husband Bill and he was at that very moment speeding through traffic on his way home. Julia made her way back to the examination room only to find the door closed and locked. She knocked loudly while demanding entrance immediately. Claire opened the door with a smile on her face and said, "Julia, calm down Ricky is fine and you can take her home now. Let me just explain the treatment instructions to you and after you sign them, you can take Ricky and go home."

Julia brushed right past her and took Ricky out of Nurse Fleming's arms, feeling and seeing the differences, his thickly padded bottom and his puffy chest area showing under his sweatshirt. She glared at the nurse with a look that could kill and demanded to know what they had done to her son.

"Julia as I said let me explain what was done and what you must do and you can take her home, all right?"

"If you have hurt my son in any way, Doctor Roma, I will kill you myself!"

"Julia, please calm down, she has not been hurt in any way."

Dr. Roma explained in her devious and well thought out way, leaving much out and ending up by informing Julia that Ricky would be incontinent for several weeks. She explained the use of the cream and ointment that must be used as prescribed or Ricky could suffer physical damage, and it would be Julia's fault if that occurred. Once Julia understood the instructions to Claire's satisfaction, she made Julia sign the treatment instructions giving Julia the copy and keeping the original. She had Nurse Fleming carry the diaper bag out to Julia's car, as well as a car seat for a child Ricky's size. Nurse Fleming installed the car seat in the back and she and Julia fastened the deeply sleeping Ricky into it.

Julia had tears of sorrow and rage streaming down her face as Nurse Fleming whispered that she would stop by and tell Julia what really happened and what was actually done to Ricky. Nurse Fleming realized that Claire had used and deceived her as well and she was very mad. She was smart enough to realize she could help the O'Hare's and herself more by remaining in the doctor's good graces. So after the quickly whispered offer she returned to Dr. Roma's clinic, showing a false smile and a false promise to continue to aid the evil Claire and greedy Dr. Wigs.

Julia drove home slowly and carefully, trying not to take corners to sharply because Ricky's head would fall side to side when she made a turn. She did not want his head to roll back and forth too sharply which would cause him harm. She turned into the driveway and pulled up as close as she could to the side entrance nearest the driveway.

Inside the house a very curious Dorothy, aged 16, was watching the youngest O'Hare, Terry, playing with her Barbie doll like any 7 year old. Dorothy heard a car pull in and went to the door looking out its window. She watched Mrs. O'Hare get out of the car and she noticed her expression; it looked like Mrs. O'Hare was crying. Dorothy went back and got Terry and while holding Terry's hand they both went out the side door. What Dorothy saw surprised her and she asked Mrs. O'Hare what was wrong. Julia just asked for her help as she handed Dorothy the diaper bag. It was then that Dorothy informed Julia of the numerous deliveries and the many boxes piled up in the living room. Little Terry seeing her mother crying began to cry herself. As Julia was unfastening the still sleeping Ricky, Dorothy kept up a steady stream of questions, as any 16-year-old would do under these circumstances.

"Dorothy, stop with all the questions and take the bag and Terry into the house right now, okay?"

"Okay, Mrs. O'Hare, but what is going on?"

"DOROTHY! Just do as I say, NOW!"

Dorothy took Terry's hand and with the diaper bag's strap over her shoulder, they both quickly went back into the house. Julia picked Ricky up and smelled that smell; only one thing it could be. Ricky had messed himself.

"What have they done to you, my Angel? My poor sweet child, don't worry Mommy is here now, and no one will hurt you again."

As Julia put her arm under Ricky's fanny for support she felt the squish and knew he needed changing right away. She was furious but powerless which made her feel she had let her son down when he needed her the most. She cried hot tears and silently swore to protect him from any further harm.

As she entered the house with Ricky held tightly against her, Dorothy was pointing toward the living room. Julia walked into the living room and saw the many boxes, some small, and some very large. She had no time now to investigate or examine them.

"Dorothy, please phone your mother for me and ask her if it would be alright if you brought Terry over for a few hours. Tell her I will phone her later to explain further, but for just right now, tell her we have a family emergency."

"Okay, Mrs. O'Hare, but what is going on and why are you crying?"

"DOROTHY! Just do as I ask, okay?"

Dorothy quickly shut up and phoned her mother.

Terry ran up to her mother "Mommy, Mommy!"

Julia seeing her child's distress smiled and let her follow them up the stairs into Ricky's room. Julia gently lay Ricky down on his bed and took Terry in her arms, hugging her close and speaking soothingly and softly. She calmed Terry down enough so when Dorothy was through talking to her mother, she left with her without any further problems. By the look on Dorothy's face, Julia knew she would tell Rita (Dorothy's mother) about Ricky messing himself and much more, she was sure.

Julia gently undressed Ricky; leaving him in only his plastic pants, diaper and bra she went downstairs to retrieve the diaper bag. Still crying, she went into the bathroom to prepare for Ricky's much needed bath and thorough washing. After the tub was filled with about two inches of warm water, she returned to Ricky with the diaper bag in her hand. She removed what she would need and laid it out on the bed. She put on a pair of the rubber gloves and removed the bra from Ricky. Once again she lifted Ricky in her arms and laid him down in the tub and began removing his soiled plastic pants and diaper.

* * *

Bill, very upset and worried after his wife's phone call, was driving madly; and in a great hurry, was almost home. He was just getting on the exit ramp when he heard a siren and in his rear view mirror saw the flashing lights. "FUCK! SHIT! Why now?" He banged the steering wheel in frustration as he pulled over to the side of the exit ramp road.

* * *

Rita was trying to make sense out of the never-ending run-on sentences her daughter was firing at her; all she could do was tell her to calm down and speak slowly. Rita picked Terry up and hugged her close because Dorothy's tirade was upsetting her.

* * *

Mr. Aims, the O'Hare's family lawyer, was trying to make sense out of what Julia had told him. He knew some of what was planned for her son Ricky. He was one of the few who was against the whole idea and voted no at both the town leaders' session and at the PTA's. He was one of only three no votes cast. He knew well both the written laws and the secret unwritten laws the town upheld at all costs. He would do what he could but knew it would not be enough for what the O'Hares were going to need. He felt sorry for this family because he liked them very much but not enough to jeopardize his standing in this town or his practice. He knew well that if he stood by the O'Hare's, he would loose both. With a heavy heart and a guilty conscience, he climbed into his Lincoln and drove toward the O'Hare's residence.

* * *

Julia had cleaned the feces off Ricky and began soaping and rinsing him off as the tubs filthy, smelly water drained. Ricky began to stir and slowly opened his eyes. She smiled at him and cooed to him soothingly as the tears still fell from her eyes, falling gently on her much loved son.

Ricky wrinkled his face and nose as the smell registered in his foggy brain. He saw his mother smiling but also that she was crying and cooing to him like he was a baby. He quickly snapped out of his foggy state as he grabbed his mother, hugging her hard around her neck. He hollered out in pain as his chest rubbed against his mother's blouse. Looking down at his chest he saw two swollen mounds where when he last remembered were both flat with two little dots. Now those two little dots were puffy and sticking out from a larger, slightly less swollen chest. He felt nothing in his penis and scrotum it was as if they were no longer there at all. They were puffy and swollen as well but yet, he felt nothing down there.

"Ricky, everything is going to be all right. Angel. No one is going to touch you again' especially Dr. Roma. Now you just let Mommy take care of you until you get better. Okay?"

Ricky could only nod in response, he was so shocked at what he had seen and felt. He loved and trusted his mother and knew she would protect him and take care of him. That knowledge did not remove his fright or his pain though he just knew something was very wrong with him. He sat there and was horrified to see urine shoot out of his penis and on his legs, yellow fluid making its way to the drain. He cried out, yelling, "What is wrong with me, Mommy! I'm wetting myself and I can't feel anything down there?"

"Honey, it is going to be all right, the doctor gave you some medicine and until it wears off, this is what is going to happen. Please, Angel, don't get upset, okay? This medicine will wear off and in no time you will be able to go pee-pee all by yourself again. Mommy is here and I will take care of you until that happens. I don't want you to be embarrassed or ashamed; it is not your fault."

Ricky was upset, embarrassed and ashamed! He just couldn't understand what was happening to him or why he woke up in this condition; all he could do was ask why? Words would not console him enough.

Julia wrapped her child in a big soft fluffy towel not bothering to dry him off. She carried him back into his bedroom where once again, he was shocked. He saw the diapers and plastic pants, he saw the tubes, the pads for his chest, and a tiny bra. He knew what it was because he had seen his mother wearing one that was much bigger, and the laundry basket always had one or two of them in it. He saw what he knew was a changing-pad waiting for him on his bed.

He cried out again, "No, No, No, Mommy, please, why is this happening to me? I don't want to be the Queen! I don't want to be dressed as a girl! Please don't make me!"

Julia cried right along with her son as she lay him down on the changing pad, knowing what had to be done. All she could do was be gentle and loving as she cooed to her frightened child, trying to soothe away his fears and pain. She tried to explain what she was doing and why it had to be done, wishing with all her heart none of this had ever happened. Ricky was stunned into silence. He had been overwhelmed with all that had happened and just stared straight up at the ceiling as his mother did what had to be done.

* * *

Bill had stopped arguing with the state policewoman and she was now handing him a ticket. She warned him once again to drive safely or he, too, would be a family emergency. He had calmed down and carefully followed the speed limit. He was frustrated with the urge to get home as quickly as he could; the speed limits he had to follow seemed to be lower and slower than he could remember. Finally he pulled into his driveway, shut off the car, and ran into the house.

* * *

Mr. Aims was driving through the center of town on his way to the O'Hare's as a police car drove up along side and the policeman inside motioned him over to the side of the road. The policeman informed Mr. Aims that the mayor wanted to see him right this instant and he was to follow the policeman and not deviate from the route. Mr. Aims agreed and followed the police car to the town hall and the policeman escorted him to the mayor's office. The mayor's secretary knew Mr. Aims well, she should; they were having an affair.

"Hello, John, the mayor will see you in just a second."

"Hi, Jane, we still on for tonight?"

"Oh, yes, I made the reservations yesterday; we have our regular suite." They smiled at each other as Jane's intercom buzzed.

"He is ready for you now, John, go right in."

"Hello, John," the Mayor greeted Mr. Aims as he entered the office.

"Hi, Fred, what's up?"

"John, as you know, the festival this year is a very special event."

* * *

Bill hollered out for his wife as he entered the house. "Julia, where are you?"

"Up here in Ricky's room, Bill, hurry, please!"

Bill ran up the stairs and stopped dead in his tracks seeing his wife just finish fastening a bra on his son's chest.

"What the hell is going on, Julia? What is wrong with Ricky? Is he in diapers, too?"

"Bill, please listen to me, and you are making things worse for Ricky; please think before you say another word!"

Bill looked at his son seeing that Ricky was far off somewhere and not even aware that his father had arrived. Bill became very worried as he whispered to his wife.

"What is going on, Julia?"

Julia just motioned him to be quiet as she put a pajama top on Ricky and tucked him into bed. She kissed him on the forehead and cooed to him that everything was going to be alright and to just sleep now and everything would get better and better soon.

Julia took her husband's hand and led him out of the room leaving the door open a few inches.

In the hall she hugged him tight as the tears fell once again. He hugged her back wondering what the hell had happened; he had no clue.

She led him down the stairs and into the living room; boxes lay scattered everywhere. She removed a couple of small boxes off of the cabinet that held the alcoholic beverages and fixed them both a stiff drink. They sat together on the love seat and she began telling him all that had happened while he was away in the city.

 

 

 

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