By brhmsj
Copyright 2024 by brhmsj, all rights reserved
* * * * *The Puericil School, Part 3
David’s Transformation and Assimilation
Over
the next few days David’s morning ritual was the same. Woken by Claire,
taken to the bathroom to go over her lap for his enema. After emptying
himself, back over the lap for the suppository. He had come to enjoy
that she kept her finger in him much longer than necessary.
On
Saturdays everyone slept an hour later, something the boys particularly
loved. David was awake when Claire came to his bed. “Did you like your
extra hour?” she asked.
“Mmm, yes, ma’am,” David answered. Damn, he said “ma’am” again. What was happening?
“Your enema is ready.” With that they dispatched the morning routine.
Shower time was more fun today. David was bonding with the other three.
Breakfast was always a bit different on Saturday, which delighted
David. A little-boy delight.
After breakfast everyone went to
the gym. “Here’s your locker,” Claire said when she had taken him to
one. It was with his three roommates. That was comforting. “You’re too
big still for soccer but most of the other things are ok today.” That
was a switch, being too big for soccer. He was used to hearing boys
told that they were too little.
The options were many.
Outdoors there was a baseball field, tennis courts, badminton, a soccer
pitch. Indoors there was rope climbing, wrestling mats, even basketball
hoops though it seemed ludicrous for such small boys to be trying to
shoot baskets.
David went outside with his roommates. A couple of boys from their hall came over. “We haven’t met yet. I’m Carl.”
“Nice to meet you.” They shook hands.
“This is Zeke,” Carl continued. Zeke squeaked out a “hello.” To David
he appeared to be maybe ten years old at the most. Apparently Carl did
the talking for them. “He’s been on Puericil since he was ten.”
“Mom doesn’t want me to grow up,” Zeke said, now speaking for himself.
He definitely had a little boy voice David thought. Sooner or later
he’d have to come off the medicine. What would it be like to suddenly
have puberty after so long?
A game of tag started, the six
having great fun running around, yelling and shouting as boys do, even
rolling on the ground now and then. When the whistle sounded to end the
morning’s play, all six were plenty dirty. As were almost all the boys.
Dr. Judd always appeared a few minutes before play periods ended. With
a laugh she called out “all you boys into the showers and be quick
about it!” Everyone knew that this was not a threat. With lots of
laughter and carrying on, the school’s full number of boys went to the
large shower area. The next few minutes were a combination of running
water, giggling, and squealing. The girls always kept a close eye on
the showers. Sometimes a bit of rough play would start and a spanking
on a wet bare bottom was necessary. Once a boy had experienced that he
was careful. There were no spankings today.
Some boys dried
themselves, others were dried by their girls. Almost every boy sported
an erection at some point during the showering and drying. Clean and
dry, the boys, shepherded by their girls, made their way to lunch.
After an active morning, everyone was hungry and food was plentiful.
After a while Dr. Judd stood. “We had a very good morning, I’m pleased
to say. As you know, after this big lunch you all need to let your food
settle for a while. Back to your rooms and in one hour you can return
to the gym.” Quite a few boys said “thank you, ma’am” when she finished.
Back in the room, Billy and Freddie were lying on Freddie’s bed, David
and George each on his own. “Try not to fall asleep,” Freddie told
David. “If you do you’ll feel horrible when you wake up.” David, in
fact, was too excited from the morning to settle down. When the hour
was up Betty appeared at the door and said “come along boys.” As it was
Saturday, all the boys were allowed to be high spirited as they
returned to the gym and playgrounds.
When David and his
roommates were outside but before anything was planned, Carl and Zeke
cornered David. They wanted to talk and get to know the new boy. David
felt like this was a bit of an intrusion but, fortunately for him, one
spanking had taught him well. He was polite about it.
Life
stories were exchanged. David was still new enough that he had trouble
putting his whole situation in perspective. “My parents thought I was
getting out of control, I guess. They sent me to a shrink and he said I
was unruly enough that I should come here on be on the drug.”
“How do you feel about that?’ Carl asked.
“Right now I think it sucks,” David answered in a low voice, not wanting any adults or girls to hear.
“I’ve been on it for two years,” Carl told him. “My older sister was
always getting on my nerves but I got all the blame. I tried my best
but it never worked. Next thing I knew I was here, getting the pill
every day. I hadn’t really started puberty so I didn’t change the way
you are, but at first I found it humiliating, even being around boys
who were the same.”
“I don’t know if I feel humiliated,” David said, “but it’s. . . I dunno, just strange, I guess.”
“Give it another week or so and you may find you’re starting to like
being a little boy again. A lot of us don’t want to grow up and
Puericil is perfect for that. It took me a while but now I’m happy with
it. I know I’ll have to stop someday but for now I’m fine with it.”
David found this hard to understand yet he knew he was having an
inkling of liking the regression, even if he was claiming that he
didn’t like his situation.
“The biggest thing here, really, is
staying clear of Old Carstairs,” Carl added in a whisper. David would
come to know that she was universally known by that name. By the boys,
that is. Keeping her from hearing it was a kind of game, all knowing
that if she did she immediately would haul the offender over her lap.
And her spankings hurt!
“Hey, you guys!” It was Billy. “We
didn’t finish our game.” Carl and David looked at each other and
shrugged a “why not.” Zeke, always shy, nevertheless always liked being
included in things like this. Soon all six were tearing around and,
once again, getting filthy. When games were called to a halt and
showers ordered (again!) David had to admit to himself that he was
beginning to enjoy his condition.
As if a day of play wasn’t
enough, Saturday night was movie night. Dr. Judd chose the films
carefully, finding things appropriate for little boys but also not
condescending to the older boys who retained a bit of adult interests.
David and his three roommates sat together, their girls on either side
of the foursome. All this was proving to be fun.
After the
film all the exhausted boys trooped back to their rooms. All four were
sent off to the bathroom to clean up with a quick playful swat to their
bottoms. The girls helped them into bed.
“This has been a great day,” David told Claire, blushing slightly at the reality of making that admission.
“Good. That’s what we want to hear. You’re coming along nicely. Now,
you need your sleep!” The four girls left together, turning off lights
and closing the door. There was no chatter as all four boys were asleep
almost immediately.
Sunday was the day for parents to visit if
they wanted. Dr. Judd made sure that parents did visit at least once a
month. As David was still in the transition phase of his Puericil
regimen, Dr. Judd had told his parents that they should not come on the
first Sunday. David was keenly aware that he was not getting a visit
but did his best not to show any disappointment. He didn’t like
admitting to himself, let alone the others, that he missed his parents
already. After lunch Billy and George were taken by Leigh and Betty to
the living room to spend time with their parents. Jean and Claire left
the two remaining boys alone. Once they were gone David saw this as a
good time to get to know Freddie better. Freddie felt the same and
joined David on David’s bed.
“It’s nice having four guys in the room again,” Freddie told David.
“Has it been a long time?”
“Four months, I guess.”
“What happened?”
“His name was Larry. I guess his parents decided it was time for him to
come home. It never really was clear why he was on Puericil. It seemed
to me that they just wanted him out of the house for a year or so. I
don’t know why that needed Puericil. He could have gone to a boarding
school without that.”
“How long had he been here?”
“At least two years, I think. Part of the story seems that he was a
late bloomer and his mother decided to put it off a bit longer.”
“And get him out of the house?”
“Yeah, I guess. He was a nice kid, quiet, fit in ok. He didn’t have
Claire, though. I don’t remember his girl’s name but she left right
after he did.”
“What do the girls do when they leave here?”
“I don’t know. No one has ever said. Some of them still have to go to
school so I guess they do, somewhere. Maybe some go to college.”
“How long have you been here?”
“A year now. I’ll be honest, I didn’t want to grow up. A neighbor kid
who was a couple of years older was taking Puericil. He was home
schooled so it wasn’t an issue at school or anything but I found out
that was what was going on with him. I was envious, he seemed really
happy staying ten or eleven, at least physically. I begged my parents
to let me go on Puericil when I started puberty when I was thirteen.
They didn’t like the idea but eventually they gave in, after the heard
about this place. I came here and started Puericil, so like you I
changed back rather than staying the same. By the way, you’re coming
along nicely. You’ll be like us before the week is over.”
“Thanks. I guess.” That made them chuckle. David was feeling better
about things just from this conversation. He had turned some sort of
corner as he now was watching his transformation with interest.
“So, do you know why you’re on Puericil?”
“My parents thought I was getting aggressive and difficult after I
began puberty. I guess I was. I wasn’t very happy about things.”
“Did you miss being a boy?”
Now David blushed. He felt confused about this part of what was going
on with him. “I don’t know. . . In a way, I guess I do. . .”
“It’s ok,” Freddie assured him. “I think you’ll like it once you’ve fully changed. Anything you want to know about Evans?”
“Um, not at the moment, I guess.”
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Um, I guess so. . .”
“Before you came here and started Puericil, did you like girls or boys?” David blushed even more deeply this time.
“It’s cool, whatever you like. Billy and I are boyfriends but I guess you figured that out.”
“Well, I. . . I didn’t really think about it.”
“Like I said, it’s all cool.” Freddie leaned over and gave David a full
kiss on the lips. David was so startled that he didn’t pull away. “I’ve
got reading to do,” Freddie said as he stood up. “Thanks for chatting.
I think you’re a good guy.”
“Uh, thanks. Before you go, could I ask one more question.”
“Sure.”
“I notice that your, ah, your penis is bigger than some of the boys. Did the pill not work as well for you?”
“You’ll see others like that, too. For some guys their penises don’t go
all the way back to little boy size but, as you see, it’s certainly not
as big as it should be. Maybe you’ll be lucky that way.” David thanked
Freddie.
Freddie went to his desk and picked up a book. David
lay back and thought about their conversation. He had been so caught up
in his awkwardness with puberty that he had not given much thought to
the attractions of either sex. He certainly was noticing the tiny
penises here at the school. And some larger ones, especially when they
were hard. Did that mean anything?
After an hour or so Billy
and George returned, a bit subdued from their family visits. Freddie
asked no questions and David decided it was best for him not to ask,
too. He never did hear anything about the visits which made him wonder
how it would be next week when his parents came. Would he be
embarrassed by being naked in front of them, a little boy again?
Monday brought his first full week of school. Monday and Tuesday Claire
gave him his morning enema and suppository. By Tuesday evening it
seemed to David that he had returned to a prepubescent condition. His
body was totally free of hair, except for his head. His penis was
smaller but, apparently, he was one of those boys like Freddie who
don’t shrink completely.
At bedtime Claire congratulated him.
“The Puericil has taken full effect. You’re one of the boys now,” she
told him with a smile. “Tomorrow morning you won’t have an enema and
you’ll get your first daily pill. Before breakfast I’ll take you to Dr.
Alcott who will check you out to confirm that you have fully changed.
Dr. Judd will be there, too. Now, get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow is
an important day for you.” She left him to go to sleep though he had a
hard time of it with his thoughts of what his new life would be now
that he was fully transformed.
In the morning Claire woke
David at the early hour for the last time. “Take a quick shower and get
ready to see Dr. Alcott,” she told him. David did. As he dried himself
he took a long look at himself in the mirror. His body was baby smooth,
his penis looked like that of a boy who was perhaps nearing puberty.
His balls definitely were those of a ten or eleven-year-old boy. Was he
overall a bit smaller, too? Supposedly Puericil could do that too,
though he couldn’t imagine how bones would shrink.
Dry, he
came out of the bathroom and told Claire that he was ready. She took
his hand and they went to the medical area. Dr. Alcott and Dr. Judd
were waiting.
“Let’s take a look at you,” Dr. Alcott said when
they entered. “Get up on the table.” David, feeling quite obedient,
compliant, even submissive, climbed onto the exam table. The doctor
looked him over, then took his genitals in her hand. “Excellent.
Puericil has done the trick again,” she announced with a smile. “His
behavior has adjusted accordingly, Claire?”
“Most definitely.
Of course he has a bit further to go, but overall I’m quite pleased
with how he has settled down in just a week. Fewer spankings than usual
with a new boy.” David blushed a bit at that announcement.
“Welcome to the Puericil Universe, David,” Dr. Judd said when Claire
finished. “You’re starting a new life for however long you continue on
Puericil. We’re glad to have you part of the Evans School. Now, off to
breakfast then your classes.” David got off the table and took Claire’s
hand again. Dr. Judd was pleased to see that small gesture. With a soft
swat to his bottom she said “off you go!” David smiled at the attention.
At his classes David did have some trouble paying proper attention as
his mind was on this new self he’d become. Fortunately he didn’t annoy
any teachers. They were used to this sort of thing on a boy’s first
real day as a Puericil boy. Thursday, however, such behavior would not
be tolerated. Freddie duly warned David that night when they were
studying.
“Old Carstairs just waits to pounce on new boys when
the change is over and it makes them lose focus on class,” George said
when Freddie finished. The other two boys concurred. “Stay sharp!”
“I will,” David promised. He did succeed. Despite getting through
Thursday and Friday unscathed, he was sure that one day Nurse Carstairs
would find some reason to give him a good spanking. When it did happen
it was, as he expected, a spanking he wouldn’t soon forget.
Life seemed less of a nightmare now. He guessed that was due to the
Puericil as much as his adjusting to life at Evans. Even being
submissive to Claire and other girls was coming to feel normal. He
wanted to be obedient. That was a change!
The next Saturday he
was allowed to play soccer if he wanted. He went to where boys were
playing. “C’mon, play for us!” one boy, who he didn’t recognize,
shouted when he arrived. With a “thanks” he joined. No one took the
game too seriously. There was a lot of yelling and laughing. When
shower time was called David felt like he’d made some new friends. Now
he just had to remember names.
After lunch when they returned
outdoors, David thought that Zeke wanted to be with him but Zeke was
not breaking the ice. Before things got awkward, David asked “what’s
up?”
“Um, I. . . I thought we could, y’know, talk. You seem like a good guy and, well. . .”
“You seem like a good guy, too.”
“Thanks. Let’s go over here.” Zeke led them to a bench, away from the
general play. “I hope you don’t mind. It’s not easy for me to, uh,
well, to talk to guys. I let Carl do the talking, I guess.”
“You’re talking now,” David replied with a smile.
“I guess. You seem different than a lot of the guys so I guess I feel I can talk to you.”
“That’s cool.” David waited a moment to find out where Zeke wanted to
go with this. “How old are you now?” David asked, just to break the
silence.
“Same age as you, just still a little boy.”
“So, do you. . . are you ok with being a little boy?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes I am, sometimes I’m not. Since I’ve been here
so long I haven’t really had contact with boys who have gone through
puberty, so I don’t really know what I’m missing.” Another pause. “Can
you still cum now that you’ve fully transitioned?” Zeke blurted out,
truly nervous. David was surprised by the question.
“Well, something comes out but only Claire does that to me. I’m not allowed right now.”
“A lot of us aren’t but I can do it. I get dry orgasms.” David blushed
a bit at this frank talk. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“It’s OK.” David changed the subject. “Where are the others? Were they playing tag again? I’d rather play more soccer.”
“Soccer is ok,” Zeke said. He rose and headed toward the soccer game.
David followed and soon they were in the middle of everything. David
saw that Zeke enjoyed playing and felt good about that.
Sunday
afternoon David’s parents did show up, with Dr. Morgan. David was
nervous about seeing his parents now that he had fully transitioned to
being a little boy. His mother tried to hide her surprise at how he
looked, but he did notice her reaction. Reluctantly he let Mom and Dad
hug him. Before much was said Dr. Judd appeared.
“We’re quite
pleased with David,” Dr. Judd announced. “He’s been fitting in nicely,
doing well in classes, and his behavior has improved in just a short
time.” She smiled at the boy who was blushing again at such attention.
A few more pleasantries were exchanged, then Dr. Judd said “I’m sure
you want time together as a family. I’d like to chat with Dr. Morgan.”
Dr. Morgan nodded. He wanted to talk with her, too. He joined her in
checking in with the various families, then they retired to her office.
“He really has shown improvement so quickly?” Dr. Morgan asked when they were alone.
“Most definitely. Since he finished the suppositories he hasn’t been
spanked which, I must say, is rather unusual. I know Nurse Carstairs
wants to get her hands on him,” she added with a smile.
“You think she will?”
“It’s likely. I’ve not known any boy to avoid that.”
“One reason I came today is that I do want to spend some time with you learning about Puericil.”
“Gladly.” Dr. Morgan had driven his own car so there was no problem
that the conversation went well beyond visiting time. He had told Mr.
and Mrs. Billings that this was likely. He left with a lot to think
about, glad to have first-hand information on Puericil from Dr. Judd.
At dinner and through the evening David was quiet. “You OK?” Claire had asked.
“Yeah, really, Miss Claire.” Claire was delighted to hear him call her
that. David felt quite embarrassed that it had come out. It wouldn’t be
the last time.
After the boys were in bed, Claire sought out Zeke’s girl, Cindy, who had, in turn, had hoped to find Claire.
“Our boys seemed quite friendly at playtime today,” Claire said.
“Yes. It’s unusual for Zeke to talk that long to anyone, especially a
new boy. They were cute together, too.” The girls giggled at that. The
girls liked to speculate on what pairings there might be among the
boys. “Zeke started Puericil when he was ten, so his sexuality has been
stunted, too. It can be hard to tell with Puericil boys, especially
here where they only see other boys naked. And lots of hardons.” Both
chuckled at that. “So, I don’t know if Zeke is attracted to David. He
has good taste if he is.”
With a smile Claire said “thank you,
I agree. I have no idea where David is sexually other than he does
enjoy getting my handjobs. For now he’s not allowed to masturbate and
it’s up to me to decided when he gets an orgasm. I’m still learning how
he responds. It’s been fun.”
“I let Zeke do what he wants
though I do take over sometimes. He only has dry orgasms but clearly
has better ones when I do him. He’s a good kid, Claire, and having a
friend besides just Carl would be good for him. They’re buddies but it
doesn’t go beyond that.”
“Interesting. It would be good for
David to develop some friendships. I think that was part of his problem
adjusting before the Puericil. He gets along well with his roommates so
far.” They chatted a while longer then went their separate ways.
Monday started a busy week of classes which David found satisfying,
more so than ever had at his own school. He was seeing more of Zeke,
more because of Zeke’s efforts than his own but Zeke was proving to be
good company.
It felt like maybe the nightmare was over. Or, at least, less horrific.