Sitter Demoted

Sitter Demoted 8

By Steam Train
steam_t2007@yahoo.com

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This is the eighth story in the Sitter Demoted series which was first published in January 2019. This story is an elaboration of my 2017 story ‘Bully's NEWDD Self-Rectification’ a Ghost Patrol & NEWDD Fantasy. I fully acknowledge I have taken some of the characters and some of the plot from various parts of a favourite story of mine, An 'X'mas Carol by Jaech Reiter in this heavy edit. The plot suits my sitter demoted concept so well when moved into the Ghost Patrol/NEWDD (pronounced nude) Universe. The original authors has not posted in many years and I have had no response to my attempts to contact the author. If of course the author is still with us and does not approve of my edit, I will of course retract the story.

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This fictional work of fantasy is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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Sitter Demoted 8
(or … Bully's NEWDD Self-Rectification Version 2) a Ghost Patrol & NEWDD (Notice of Exemption from Wearing Decent Dress) Fantasy.
by Steam Train

Tom West was your typical 13 going on 14 year old eight grader. He was not overly tall for his age but he had a firm, well muscled body that overall gave him a very commanding presence. Tom would often be left to babysit his 12 year old sister Jane and 10 year old brother Jimmy, while their single mother worked extra time to support the family. Tom’s position of authority over his siblings caused all kinds of tension and discord, but Mrs West had no other choice, Mr West had long deserted his wife and family for a series of other women.

A week ago whilst waiting for the school bus, Tom had regaled his best friends, 13 year old Jacob Marsh, and anyone else who was listening, about how he had to babysit Jimmy the night before, whilst his mother worked back and his sister Jane was over at a friends house, He described how he had made his little brother run naked from the bathroom to his bedroom after his shower, completely naked.

"Shut up, Tom!!" Jimmy fumed.

"Jacob, I swear, Jimmy doesn’t need to wear clothing, I'm telling you, it was almost impossible to see what he’s got, it’s so small!”

"SHUT UP!!" Jimmy gave an ineffectual shove at his big brother, who went right on telling more of the story, holding his right hand up, this time with not even an inch of space between the thumb and forefinger.

"Seriously Jacob, that was as big as it got," Tom finished.

His sister Jane walked up and hit him in the shoulder, again without seeming to cause him any significant distress.

"You’re a bully!"

"Bah! You hit like a girl you know?" Tom retorted at her, smiling.

"I am a girl! Moron."

"Well, it's really kinda hard to tell, sis. Does your 12 year old body know you're a girl? Pity you were not home last night, you could have done the naked run as well and I could have compared you to Jimmy. I don’t think there would have been too many obvious differences.” Tom retorted with a laugh.

"You asshole," She said softly, trying to keep from crying herself as the 8th grade boys and girls all started laughing.

Tom knew Janes lack of development was a major sore spot for her. Especially as she was now just five months away from turning 13. Tom knew that his sister was well behind the average development curve for a twelve year old girl, apparently taking after their mom's side of the family, who were all late-bloomers. He was glad he didn’t follow that side of the family. You see, he knew what his sister looked like bare naked because on the rare occasions that his mother had to work back very late he had been permitted by his mother to supervise bath time for Jane and Jimmy.

Jane was utterly humiliated that Tom knew exactly how undeveloped she was and this fact was made worse by the knowledge that she was now the only one of her same age friends with no breast development at all. Her friends however did not know what she had between her legs, but her brother Tom knew exactly what she looked like bare naked. He knew that only in the last two months had she begun to grow a sparse smattering of the finest pubic hairs that had begun to fringe the slit that split her pubis. Tom knew that the rest of her pubis was totally hairless as it descended out of sight to the regions that lay hidden between her legs.

It was the most embarrassing and humiliating aspect of her relationship with her big brother. What she didn’t know was that his recently acquired intimate knowledge of what her naked body looked like, was enough despite Tom being her brother to regularly give him arousing jack off material.

"So, Tom," one of the more daring seventh graders called out, "Does that lack of development run throughout your whole family?"

"I'll show you six hard inches, if you're so damn interested." Tom retorted, grabbing what looked to be an ample package. "Just drop to your knees and start licking your lips. Everyone here knows you want it!"

Everybody laughed and the boys face flushed in momentary embarrassment.

"Faggot," he said under his breath. Not that he meant the meaning of the word, just a timid attempt at showing his ire at having the tables turned on him.

The thing was, not that the boy or anyone else would know this, but Tom really did have six inches of hard meat. And it wasn't just long for his age, but thick as well. Now, it wouldn't necessarily put a 17 year old to shame, but definitely most 14 and 15 year olds would be embarrassed to have themselves compared. And while he wasn't a hairy monster, he did have a thick luxurious growth of pubic hair with over an inch upward and almost three inches across of nicely thickened pubes and thick patches of pit hair under his arms.

Tom had been proudly and regularly shooting thick white bursts of cum for well over a year and a half now, enough to make even a porn star notice. He may have only looked at the 75% level of height and weight for his age, but he was shooting at the 75% level of someone three grades up. He bragged at times, of course, but took great pains that no one should see, as he had an innate obsessive shyness and modesty about his body. He also did not have the least bit of interest in other boys, though quite a few had noticed he definitely filled out the front of his white briefs, whenever he very quickly changed for Gym class.

It helped that Tom was a really cute boy growing into an awesome young teen body, a body that was about half a year or more ahead of any of his other 8th grade classmates as far as sexual development was concerned, something he hadn't hesitated flaunting or mentioning or bragging about at various junctures. However he had been loyal to his friends and that kept him largely in the clear from anyone seriously hating him. Anyone that mattered, that is.

Once Tom and Jacob were seated on the bus they fell into their own world of friendship, generally ignoring the others around them.

"Aren't you worried about your little brother or sister telling your mother about all your bullying?” Jacob asked.

"No way man, they aren't that lame. They won't say anything! Why are you so concerned about them all of a sudden? You don't cut Sam any slack."

Sam Marsh was Jacob's 11 year old brother. Sam did not like his brother's bullying treatment of him, but even more, he just plain didn't like Tom at all. Luckily for Sam, he walked to his Elementary School and didn't ride the bus with his older brother or his obnoxious friend, Tom.

"Yeah, I don’t cut Sam any slack but I think Sam's been whining, or something to my parents. My dad had some kind of bullshit don't-bully-your-little-brother talk with me last night. A bit of a warning, I think."

"Yeah, well I don't have a dad who gives a shit about me and Mom is all talk and no action So I guess I don't have anything to worry about."

That evening after Jane retired to her bedroom. She decided in her desperation, that to cheer herself up, she was going to write a letter to the Ghost Patrol about Tom’s attitude and behaviour. Jane laughed at the thought that her actions might actually bring about any change, but nevertheless she decided to give it a go. It was well known that the appearance of the Ghost Patrol was a very random occurrence and that there was only a very slight percentage chance that they would respond to her request. Nevertheless she genuinely believed that Tom had to be punished as well as changed for the better. She knew her mother would never agree to such a drastic action, but as it had almost no chance of happening, she pulled out a pad and a pen and began to write.

During the next week there was no change in Ben’s attitude and Jane totally forgot about the letter tucked away in her desk that she had written to the Ghost Patrol.

The bus stop where Tom, Jane and Jimmy caught the bus was always a hot social gathering point as the kids waited for the Middle and Elementary school buses to arrive.

"Sorry that we're late everybody," an adult voice rang out from further down the block from the bus stop. The voice was met by a collective gasp from all the kids at the bus stop. "We should have been here waiting for you all to arrive, instead we are late. Our new NEWDD here needed some more convincing to get moving. Seems he didn't want to catch the bus this morning. Can't imagine why not."

This last part was met by a bunch of laughter; but it wasn't the ironic humour that the lady was using that caused the laughter, it was the blushing NEWDD!.

"Oh shit . . . . ." Tom let out when he saw the NEWDD approach accompanied by the lady.

It was a warm day outside, despite being past November, the beauty of being in South Central Florida. It was great weather for a short sleeve shirt, or even shorts provided the hem was lower than your fingertips and met the school dress code, but this … this was extreme. The lady was wearing a short sleeve, white, polo-style shirt with a pair of gold wings emblazoned at the left chest, she was a Community Guardian. Community Guardians were a new phenomenon, selected from upstanding members of the local community to help the Police, Courts and Schools in implementing the new Notice of Exemption from Wearing Decent Dress (‘NEWDD’) Nudie Juvie program.

The Nudie Juvie however, was wearing as the name suggested, only a pair of sandals and a NEWDD collar! He was otherwise bare naked.

That floored Tom, just plain shocked him speechless. That, and the fact that the NEWDD was none other than his own best friend, Jacob Marsh! His four inch semi-plump penis was swinging back and forth in the wind as he walked up to the group at the bus stop, his balls hanging low, looking like any minute they were going to get caught up in between his gangly adolescent legs. Jacob looked quite nauseous the closer he got to the suddenly appreciative crowd at the bus stop. He had a bright red glow about his face from unadulterated embarrassment, and a bright pink glow about his plump rumps, that everyone got a look at after he arrived.

"No way!" Tom called out. "I didn't think Hampton County had a Nudie Juvie program!"

"They have for a few months," The Guardian replied. "At least, on the books; but it was never enacted until now. Jacob here is the first NEWDD and gets to show you all by example what awaits miscreants under the new Nudie Juvie program.

"You're for real a NEWDD?" Tom asked in shock.

Jacob just blushed further and did not answer until the Guardian produced a paddle, from a side bag and gave a good swing into Jacob’s backside. Jacob’s scream let every boy and girl there know just how badly the paddle hurt.

"I'm sorry! Yes I am a NEWDD, I have been issued by the Juvenile Court with a Notice of Exemption from Wearing Decent Dress!"

There was a brief second, like the Guardian was waiting for something more.

"Wack!" The paddle went again.

Jacob screamed again.

"How do we address our superiors?" The Guardian calmly asked.

"I'm a I am a NEWDD, Sir! I have been issued by the Juvenile Court with a Notice of Exemption from Wearing Decent Dress!"

It was obviously a struggle for Jacob just to try and speak after that second hit to his bare and raw-appearing buttocks. The Guardian then instructed Jacob that he did not need to yell 'Sir' out like an army cadet, but just add it where appropriate in a normal respectful tone.

"Yes, ma'am," Jacob replied, near to tears. That must have been the right tone, though, as she smiled and nodded.

'So what Level NEWDD are you ?" Asked Becky Sanderson with a smile. She obviously knew a bit more about the new Nudie Juvie program than most of the kids at the bus stop.

"I am a level 1 ma'am, which means I have to remain naked at all times throughout my punishment period of 24 hours. I may not cover up. Anyone who wishes to look at my naked body may do so. I am to assume any reasonable position to show anything that anyone requests to see better, but no one is allowed to touch my body except authorised authorities like Police, Guardians, Teachers and Parents."

It all sounded rehearsed to Tom, like they had gone over this several times already with Jacob. It also sounded positively, absolutely, death-chillingly horrible. Tom couldn't think of a more terrible and nightmare-inducing punishment than to show yourself naked to anyone who cared to see. His palms were wet and his heart pounding just from the sympathetic fear he felt for his friend Jacob.

As Jacob answered a few more questions, the Guardian directed him to look people straight in the eye as he answered, something he had a very difficult time doing; though he did get a very convincing reminder:

"Wack!"

The scream after this one finally ended in a short sob, but the kids gathered around found out a bit more about what a Level 1 NEWDD was in the Program.

One of the questions answered was who was Jacob’s official NEWDD Minder?

The Community Guardian explained that usually a peer aged 12 or over would be appointed to watch over the NEWDD whilst they were naked and make sure they conformed to the rules and that no one abused the NEWDD outside the allowed punishments. In Jacob’s case, because he was the very first NEWDD in Hampton County, the Juvenile Court had appointed the Community Guardian who was accompanying Jacob , Mrs Betty Norris, as Jacob’s minder.

The idea of the program was nothing new; other counties in the state had used it and similar Nudie Juvie systems for some time to reign in delinquent youth. But the debate in Hampton County, as in the neighboring counties of Walsh, Kernes, and Bolsen had always been about the cost and administration versus the low level of delinquency in those counties. Hampton County was the only one of the four that had actually pushed an ordinance through and given the County Juvenile Court Judge the ‘preventative justice', option of issuing a formal Notice of Exemption from Wearing Decent Dress.

Neither Jacob nor the Community Guardian went into much detail about other aspects, except to say that relevant information on the NEWDD Nudie Juvie system would be posted in schools, parks, civic areas, and at the court itself, as well as handouts would soon be published and given out to kids at school.

"So Jacob," One girl, Cynthia Carton, slyly asked, for she actually already knew the rules, her dad being a policeman, "Do you have to answer all questions put to you?"

"Yes. . . . . ma'am" Poor Jacob blushed even further, still choking back a sob, but unable to keep one big tear from rolling out his eye and down his cheek.

"And do you have to be completely honest?"

"Yes, ma'am." Jacob's voice cracked answering this one, and everybody laughed.

"Then tell me, Jacob," Cynthia, a 7th grader, continued sweetly, "Do you play with yourself, down there?"

Jacob blushed further and looked over at the Guardian, wondering if he really and truly did have to start divulging this sort of information. The stern look on her face was enough to tell him he had no other choice. And he was also old enough to know that if he said 'No’ then everyone would know he was lying. And the punishment for lying as a NEWDD … well … it was bad.

"Yes, ma'am," he answered weakly. Defeated, but still obviously able to blush to the point his entire face was infused with blood.

"Well, don't wait for her to have to ask how often," the Guardian barked out, "Anticipate what your superiors want to know and answer them fully!"

"At least once a day." Jacob pitifully added.

"In a complete sentence, and stand up straight!"

Jacob stood up straight immediately, afraid that the order would be accompanied by another whack of the painful paddle. His total body wasn't the only thing standing up straight, either. During this brief exchange, his penis had begun to fill further until it was now stretched to it's almost five inch limit. It was now that Tom for the first time actually looked to take in what his best friend had in the way of equipment, he had never seen Jacob naked before, not even in the changing rooms at school.

He was fairly long for his age, but even still, he was just over an inch shorter than Tom was and nowhere near as thick as Tom. Jacob had small compact bush of fresh young pubic hairs, but Tom had a much fuller triangle of thick pubes and a hairy ball sack. The only area that Jacob had his best friend beat was that Jacob’s balls hung lower than Tom’s and were also just a bit plumper.

Jacob repeated himself in a complete sentence:

"I … jerk off ma'am … at least once every day," came a very labored effort to be honest and upfront, no pun intended, about so intensely personal matters while completely naked in front of classmates. Tom was feeling deeply sorrowful for his best friend. He wasn't one of the kids laughing. Then Jacob closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath, he looked as though he might pass out “And lots of days I jerk off twice, sometimes three times."

His voice practically went out at the last part turning the excited fake-cheers around him into laughs.

Cynthia just smiled, "Well you and my big brother, have a lot in common, then. I can hear him squeaking his bed every night, and most mornings as he jerks off!”

Jacob may have had a terrible day at school as a NEWDD, but Tom felt nervous and upset all day as well. Mainly it was sympathy for his best friend but also some nerves about his own situation. He knew he had done worse things than Jacob!

That night, Tom finally went to bed and fell asleep after mulling over the day’s extraordinary events. It was a rough sleep. He tossed and turned all night; or at least, that's what it felt like to him. When he halfway awoke, he found it to be right on midnight.

“Whoosh”, a lone ghost patrol member appeared.

“Wha—hunh? Who's there??"

Tom looked over into the corner of his bedroom and saw a pale ghostly visage advance. It looked solid enough, but it also looked like a wind would blow right through it and put out any fire in your soul.

The female apparition was dressed just like all the descriptions Tom had heard from school. Jeans, sneakers and a white T shirt which had a moving picture of him bare naked. At least it looked a lot like Tom except that the boy in the moving picture didn’t appear as tall as Tom and certainly didn’t have any pubes and his cock was definitely way smaller and thinner than Tom’s, even though it appeared to be totally erect!

The ghost flicked her translucent right hand and there was a brief whooshing sound and to Tom’s terror he was out of bed standing immediately in front of the apparition wearing just his white boxer briefs. Tom’s hands immediately flew to cover the bulge of his ample genitals. It was one thing to wear your underwear to bed in the privacy of your own bedroom, it another thing altogether for a girl, even if she was a ghostly apparition to see him nearly naked.

A wicked smile crossed her face when she saw Tom cover up, then she wagged her ghostly finger at Tom and said, “Oh so shy and modest despite making your siblings be naked in front of you at bath time!”

Before Tom could respond, she flicked her ghostly right hand again and there followed a brief whooshing sound and to Toms terror he was instantly stark naked and his hands were locked behind neck. Try as frantically as he did, he was unable to move them to cover up his exposed most private of body parts!

Tom screamed out in horror and embarrassment, as despite his every effort to resist, his cock equally unwillingly and involuntarily rose quickly to its full impressive six inches of erection.

“A very spectacular sized package for a thirteen year old, I have to admit, no wonder you have continually bragged about what you have got despite your shyness and modesty. Yet you torment your sister and brother about their lack of development!” the female ghost patrol member commented as she again waved her ghostly hand whilst commenting, “Your immature attitude and bullying to your sister and bother suggests to me that you don’t deserve the impressive attributes of puberty that you currently have. Therefore when you awake in the morning you will discover that you are now in the very bottom of the lowest percentage band for your age in pubic hair growth and penis size.”

“Oh god mam, please, don’t make me into a little boy” Tom almost reduced to tears, begged.

The ghostly apparition laughed at Tom’s pathetic begging and replied, “That little bald package your going to discover in the morning is sure going to take some explaining when your secret is discovered, as it surely will be! You need to learn a lesson; a lesson that will stay with you for the rest of your life!”

“Noooooooooooooo please don’t do this!” moaned Tom in despair as the realisation dawned that his younger sister and brother, school friends and fellow 8th graders who he had dominated for years would be able to turn the tables on him if they discovered that all that he had boasted about his body didn’t exist!

The next morning, Tom awoke refreshed and feeling alive and awake, better than he had felt in a long time. But then his mood soured as he began remembering small bits of the weird dream he had experienced during the night, about a visitation from the Ghost Patrol.

As he tried to remember more specific details of that dream he wrapped a towel about his waist and tied it off then slipped off his boxer briefs he had worn to bed. He walked down the hallway to the bathroom and stepped in to get his morning shower. He was up a good half hour earlier than normal, and therefore likely to get more of the hot water that he was always complaining he didn't get enough of.

Tom looked in the mirror, surprised he had a smile on his face. That wasn't his normal greeting to himself. It made the whole mirror seem a bit off.

But no.

That wasn't quite it. Something else seemed off. His smile faded slowly as he searched in the mirror for what didn't seem quite right. He looked again, this way and that, not quite sure what it was. He actually seemed a bit shorter than he remembered, but that was totally illogical and could not be it. He looked again. His face, it seemed a bit . . . . . softer. That was weird. And his chest and arms, they didn't quite have the muscular definition that he remembered having.

This was all so weird. He was sure his chest and arms had been firmer than they looked now, more muscled. He raised his arm and flexed it to see his muscled bicep in the mirror. As he did so he saw it, and his heart dropped, as did his jaw, and his blood pressure. He saw it. He saw what was wrong. It wasn't his muscle, although that did look less impressive than normal for his personal showing off in the mirror. He was, however, transfixed by something else:

His underarm.

Specifically the pit hair under his arm … there wasn't any.

He quickly raised his whole arm and looked close in the mirror, then looked as direct as he could himself at his bare smooth skin there, and then back in the mirror. He felt under his arm … nothing. He looked again in the mirror … still nothing. He then raised the other arm, and the left again, and then the right again. All nothing. Not a pit hair to be seen under either arm. Then the full realisation hit him of what the Ghost Patrol apparition had said in his dream … was it a dream? He really did look younger and he certainly no longer had any pit hair!

Then an even worse thought occurred to him based on what he remembered from that awful dream. Tom looked down at the front of the towel, fearful of his new thought. He slowly untied the towel and opened it up and in a high pitched voice … screamed. He looked down again and to be sure … and screamed again. The first scream was the immediately obvious difference, he had no pubic hair. Not a single hair, not over his dick, not on his balls, none, he was now a baldy with no pubic hair anywhere and not a hint that he had ever had any. The second scream was for something even worse. His balls and dick, they were actually smaller, a lot smaller than just the bit younger that he looked in the mirror. He was sure of it.

But before he could check for sure, Jimmy burst into the bathroom, and Tom quickly covered up.

"What happened? I heard you scream!"

Tom's first reaction was to blast his little brother out for barging in on his privacy, but he was amazed when his mind checked him from saying what he wanted before he could let it out and instead he found to his amazement and shock that he opened up to his little brother about his humiliating demotion in physical development.

Tom bit his lip, fighting a huge mental battle. Not a soul had seen him naked in six years or more. But he he felt compelled despite his desire not to do so, to open the front of the towel. Tom took a deep breath and fighting his own hands and restraint opened it, he was bare naked in front of his 10 year old brother. "I used to be … “

" … bigger." Jimmy finished his brother's sentence, staring out of a double shock: one, that he was allowed to actually look at his older brother’s genitals and two, because of the change in Tom’s appearance that he knew had taken place. "And you used to have pubic hair, too."

"Hey, hold on, how do you know all that??"

Jimmy gulped and backed up to the door. "S-sorry, T … Tom, I … I …"

Tom wanted to punch out his brother for spying, but instead was surprised that all he did was let out a remorseful sigh. "You spied on me. How many times?”

"J … Just once. Promise!"

"OK, I don’t think I believe you Jimmy but obviously I have bigger problems. Um . . . . . well, well maybe that should be smaller problems."

Jimmy gave a laugh at the joke, but stopped himself just as quickly when Tom shot him a look that said even the 'new' Tom wasn't going to let that laughing slide.

"Get it hard," Jimmy suggested. "See how much . . . uh . . . littler it is."

Tom blushed at the suggestion, but to his shock he realised despite his reluctance that that was exactly what he would need to do. So in front of his fascinated little brother he attempted to jack himself to an erection to see how he now measured up, but he was just too embarrassed to get there.

"I'll help," Jimmy offered, and before Tom could refuse him, the younger boy had grabbed a hold of the half flaccid dick with his warm hand and gave it a few rubs up and down. The totally novel sensation of another's hand on his cock quickly brought Tom's member to full status. It was definitely smaller.

"I got a ruler in my book bag. I'll go get it!" Jimmy eagerly said, running out of the bath room to be helpful, and secretly in awe and joy of what he had just had the unimaginable opportunity to do. It felt so much different than his own recent experiences with his cock. There was something so cool and amazing holding his older brother cock like that, moving his hand up and down, feeling it harden within his grasp. His brother, though could barely look at Jimmy while he did this obscene, 'brotherly' act. Tom’s crimson face told Jimmy everything, however, their relationship had changed at that moment for ever!

In no time at all, Jimmy was back in the bathroom with his ruler; instead of handing it over, he grasped a hold of Tom’s erection and measured it himself.

"Geez … Jimmy …” Tom sounded like he was barely holding something in.

"Four inches! It's still pretty big, Tom."

"Yeah, I guess."

True, he was now approximately about 50% of his age, albeit the lower 25% for hair, or lack thereof. He was guessing he was also a half-inch to an inch shorter in total height and somewhat diminished in obvious musculature; all that put together meant that his edge was gone. His bragging rights, his protection from bullies, his commanding presence, all reduce to naught, and without the balls to back any of it up.

This was a hefty payment, and yet he remembered the ghostly apparition saying that he would discover that he was in the bottom percentage band for his age in penis size and pubic hair growth. His cock was certainly smaller, but not that small. For Tom, the overnight change was the difference of two inches. However he was totally bald and that would put him in the bottom percentage in pubic hair growth! Despite slowly becoming resigned to his development demotion, inwardly Tom was going through a free-fall, though he couldn't tell whether he fell through a hole of fear, or horror. And there is a difference.

"Sorry about what’s happened to you, Tom."

"It's not your fault. It's mine. Look, please, just don't tell anyone about this, please Jimmy. I know I've been mean to you, but please, I need time to get used to being a baldy again!”

"I won't."

Such a good brother; it almost broke Tom's heart to finally realise how mean he had been to Jimmy. "I want to help you, Tom."

Tom knelt on the floor before his brother and tried to look him in the eye (though still conscious of the fact that he was totally naked and that his curious little brother couldn't keep his eyes from wandering south and taking in the mystery and majesty of his older brother's dick and balls; smaller than before and totally hairless, it was still a rare and great sight for a ten year old younger brother.

"Listen, Jimmy, I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to be feeling sorry for me. I think that might make the Ghost Patrol spirits angrier with me. So don't feel bad. If you start feeling bad for me, just remember how mean I've been to you. OK?"

"Ok. Are you sure?"

"Yes. Well . . . . . no . . . . . but, yes."

Tom told his little brother to trust him and sent him out so that he could get a shower. He was freaked out the entire time he was naked by himself, as though he were both with someone else and all alone the whole time, it was so foreign how his new hairless body seemed to him. At breakfast, he was still thoroughly distracted with what had happened that he just started pouring Jimmy's cereal and milk out for him, as well as his own, not even noticing the silent amazed looks from his mom and sister.

As Tom was leaving and walking past his mom, she made a comment that made him completely blush.

"That’s so odd Tom … I could have sworn your eyes were up to the level of mine already; instead, you still have an inch or more to go."

Tom just shrugged and quickly left hoping she hadn’t noticed his huge blush or the smirk on Jimmy’s face..

Mrs West was left with the feeling something weird was definitely going on, but she liked the results of it so far. Today Tom was behaving so well, so naturally and yet so weird, all at the same time, that she wanted to wait and see how this dramatic change played out.

Tom was a nervous wreck at school. No one but Tim knew of his puberty development demotion but there were some outward signs if you looked closely. His lack of pit hair could be seen if he raised his arm up too high and his chest and arms had been harder and more muscled than they looked now. He was also around an inch shorter and was younger looking, plus his voice was higher in pitch. Tom went about his classes with the constant fear someone would notice his reduced development.

As Tom headed for his 3rd period class, the build up of nerves finally got to him and he had to make a sudden detour to the bathrooms, where he promptly threw-up.

"You're late, Mr. West, class started several minutes ago."

"I was . . . I had to . . . ." Tom looked askance at his classmates, not really wanting to just bust out with what had happened with everyone listening, but his teacher was moving from disinterested to annoyed fairly quickly, and he didn't want to put himself on the wrong side of the teachers, especially today. "I was . . . . uh, kinda throwing up in the bathroom. Sorry."

"Oh, dear boy! Is that's what's on your shirt?"

"What?" Then Tom looked down at his shirt. Crap. He liked this shirt, too. "Ahh, man . . . ."

"Gross!" Some girl in the front row called out.

"Are you not feeling well? Oh, silly me, of course you aren't."

"No, I'm fine, Ms. Choak."

"You aren't fine, boy. Children who are 'fine' don't throw up at school." She said while she wrote something on a pad on her desk. "Now that I look at you, you do look a little unwell."

"Ms. Choak, honest, it's just—"

"Here, Thomas," she ripped off the paper that she had been scribbling on and handed it to him. "Take this to the school nurse. And don't sneeze on anyone. Off you go."

Tom sighed, took the note and left Ms. Choak and his third period 8th grade class and headed down to the Nurse's office. He was honestly feeling better after having thrown up - well, 'better' was relative. At least he wasn't feeling sick. He was tired and a bit worn out, but it had helped that he had thrown up. At any rate, he didn't feel he needed a trip down to the nurse. But he wasn't about to argue with any teachers today.

In the nurse's office, the waiting room was full. And Nurse Gamp, or Miss Sairah as she often liked to be called, was an older, retired nurse who worked cheap so the school kept her around; but she wasn't much for privacy and had variable reactions to students' pain, usually underrating it with a 'pah'. There were some kids who swore she sucked on mints like crazy to hide the smell of a bit of alcohol on her breath. She often forgot where she put the aspirin, and sometimes just forgot about a patient, but kooky came with the low funding of Hampton County Schools.

"West?" Nurse Gamp asked when he walked in.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Your teacher called down. I forget his name."

"Her."

"Mr. Her?"

"No, I mean-"

"It doesn't matter, but Mr. Her wanted to make sure you made it down here, seems you made a little detour through the bathrooms to throw up, hmm?" There she went, just right out in front of the eight or so kids that were in the waiting room. Thank goodness it wasn't something even more embarrassing.

"Uh, yes ma'am, but … “

"Well, sit down. Got to take your temperature, don't we?"

Every kid in the room was having his or her temperature taken, courtesy of the winter 'colds'. They were mostly 6th graders, the ones least likely to tough it out if they felt a little sick at school. One visit to Nurse Gamp, though, and they usually were cured for the duration of Middle School.

So maybe she was a pretty effective nurse, after all.

At any rate, every kid in there except one had a thermometer in his or her mouth, and Nurse Gamp returned fairly shortly to explain to Tom that she couldn't find a thermometer. She used to have several, but she didn't know what she had done with them all.

"Uh, Miss Sairah, what's that in your hand?"

"This? It's a thermometer, of course, but it is red and it’s not what I was looking for. Stand up and turn around with your knees on the seat."

This woman was crazy. Tom didn't understand what the lady was talking about, but she had him so confused about the thermometer, that he just did as she said, and was soon kneeling on the seat facing the back of it.

"Miss Sairah, why am I … eeeeee!” Tom was suddenly grasped by the neck and pushed downward such that his chest was on the back of the chair and his clothed butt was now sticking up in the air. "What are you doing?"

"Taking your temperature." She tsked and said something about Tom just not paying attention. Tom thought the lady had lost it. Did the thermometer work better if your mouth was facing a wall?? This was crazy; but he couldn't move - she was too strong.

"Nurse Gamp!" He called out, a bit in alarm, though he wasn't sure why at this point; he just felt worried. "How exactly are supposed to take … WHOOAA!!!!!"

Tom yelped out in alarm as pants and underwear both were simply yanked down to his thighs without warning or hesitation, suddenly putting his 13 yo naked butt out there for ten kids to stare at, girls AND boys. It was the first time in 7 or 8 years that anybody had ever seen it with the recent exception of Jimmy and the ghost! Now some random selection of 6th graders and others in his 8th grade, as well as the 7th, were getting a good gawk at his bare twin rumps.

"What are you doing!" It was more an accusation of her craziness for him than any question.

"Hold still, or I'll get that new fancy paddle from the assistant principal and let you join that nasty boy Jacob Marsh that I hear is showing his birthday suit around the school as our first NEWDD."

The mention of the paddle, and especially the possibility of ensuing naked complications, due to the recently implemented Nudie Juvie program froze the very alarmed Tom.

"But . . . what are you doing?" He barely managed to get this frightened question out, definitely more of a question than a statement now, and his shock was rapidly spreading out into the fields of fear and nervousness, an agonising anxiousness at what was possibly to come. He could feel the nurse's hand move from holding him down (he was now too scared to move at all) to caressing his butt and even spreading his cheeks apart lower down. The strange thing was, as terrifying and uncertain as this action was, the first thought that popped in his head was, 'oh geez, I hope I'm clean back there if everybody's gonna see my butt hole.'

This thought would have been quickly followed by the deathly notion of 'oh shit,' with no pun intended on his part , 'everyone's gonna see my butt hole!!,' but his consciousness didn't get that far, as it was soon interrupted by an answer to his question:

"Why I'm taking your temperature, silly little boy. I already told you that!"

"What? Taking my-how?" Then realization dawned like a falling piano: "NOOO-AGGGGHHH!!!"

He barely got the 'o' out on his refusal of this horrible action than he felt the bulb push against his virgin sphincter and suddenly get shoved two inches up his rear.

Right up his BUTT!!!!!!!

Right In front of everyone.

"Oh, stop that screaming; it doesn't hurt." The nurse said. "What is wrong with you boy? It's just a thermometer. And get that shirt off of you. It has vomit on it. You can go and get one from your gym locker later."

Without another word she reached down and just pulled the shirt up and over Tom’s head, almost dislodging the boy from the chair and dumping him on his ass, which would have just shoved the thermometer even further up his ass and exposed his newly bald genitals. Tom groaned at the thought of it and the thought that he was just getting more and more naked the longer this nurse was around him. But before he could complain, she just walked away with his shirt.

"Now if you move or take that temperature probe out,"

Ahhgh, did she have to call it a probe??

“I guarantee you I'll find something that WILL hurt. Count on that. Now, who was next? Oh goodness, I forgot about the poor dear out back with the migraine headache. I'll be right back out boy."

And with that, she just left everyone, again, with thermometers sticking in their mouths. Except for poor Tom, of course, and he was too mortified to move, definitely not wanting to look around at what he felt for sure would be the surprised and smirking faces of the other boys and girls.

The girl next to him, an 11 year old 6th grader however, made no effort to disguise the fact she was looking around at his butt and trying to look right under him.

"You scream like a little boy and I can see your bare butt and your two balls from behind between your legs. They are hairless and pretty small. I can’t even see your dick so it must be real small too. My brother Hunter is in the 8th grade and his balls look way bigger and hairier than yours and you can see his dick from behind hanging down between his legs."

Tom gulped and wondered how she knew so much about her brother Hunter as he rapidly looked under himself between his legs from the front view. The front of his pants were drawn down and the hem rested just at the point where he could make out the root of his penis and his newly bald pubis, but that still meant the hem could be pulled lower in the back and indeed his now smaller and hairless balls could well be on display to every boy and girl sitting behind him. He grabbed the front and yanked them up, pulling them until he had covered not only his hairless secret but also until he felt the jeans hit the thermometer rod extending out between his asscheeks.

"Are you sure you're in 8th grade, you don’t look it?" the 11 year old girl asked him.

Tom glanced across at this pain of a girl, her face looked 11; her boobs looked 13 or even older. “Shut up!" Tom said in a sarcastic manner to her, though there wasn't much he could do about it. Her 8th grade brother Hunter must be his classmate Hunter Prentiss, which would make her Cheryl Prentiss, he had heard her name mentioned in relation to the student council.

Cheryl did stick her blue thermometer back in her mouth, but also went back to looking at Tom's nicely shaped rump, the same as all the girls in the room. The brown, wavy-haired 7th grade boy sitting two chairs down from him with the red thermometer in his mouth just rolled his eyes with a slight snarl of superiority at the stupid 8th grader with his ass hanging out.

Suddenly Cheryl reached her hand out to feel Tom's bare butt, and Tom tried to knock it away, The problem was his left hand was already engaged holding his jeans up as much as he could, and he nearly fell off the chair.

"Hey! No touching!"

Cheryl took her blue thermometer out of her mouth long enough to stick her tongue out at him and then ignore him at least until he went back to examining the wall in front of him and pretended that both he and his bare butt were invisible. This was just so humiliating, embarrassing and not to mention uncomfortable.

Tom then realised that his underarms were now also on view, and easy for anyone to see that there was not a hair on them, nor did it look like there ever had been. He pulled the left arm, the one holding his jeans up, closer in to his body so no one could see that arm, but the other one he needed to support himself on the back of the chair. He was still working on a way to manoeuvre it so that he could hide as much as possible from as many angles of view as possible when he heard a girl's voice say:

"Oh, Tom. You have a REALLY cute butt." And then he heard a click.

It was the voice that froze him. He knew that voice. Shit, shit, shit, shit.

He absolutely knew that voice.

All the blood, practically in total, drained from his head and face. He felt cold, clammy, and entertained thoughts of passing out, as he ever so slowly turned his head in the direction of the voice.

"Belle." It came out weak, sickly, and desperate, like a younger boy.

"Um, hi." Now that he was looking at her, she was blushing and stammering, not that she noticed the completely stricken look with which he regarded her. She could hardly keep her eyes from sliding over to Tom’s cute naked butt of his, four fifths or more of which could be seen above the waist of his jeans. From here on out, whenever she looked at that hot ass in his jeans, she would know what it really looked like. She knew it would be how she would always remember it from now on!

"I, um … just … uh, down here … cause … well, we … um … came down here with her … uh … Liz, you know … migraines … head, you know, ha … and she … well she has these … and, um, today, whew … really bad … so I … came, just, well … uh … just came down here … You know … With her … mean. Um, are you OK??"

She looked more nervous than inquisitive, and she cast another look around those two scrumptious buns, trying to get a glimpse of what might lay between those buns that was annoyingly covered by the waist band of Tom’s jeans. When she could spy nothing further, Belle cast him a queer look. "Um … funny, you look um … younger, kind of … today. OMG, I can’t believe I’m looking at your naked butt."

The last part was said more to herself, and she touched her hand to her face to hide her eyes. As much as she just wanted to stay and stare, maybe feel, maybe see if she could see his balls from behind between his legs, maybe figure out what it was that seemed different about Tom today, however she knew she needed to get out of there. As an excuse, and without really looking at him, she just waggled the cell phone in her hand.

"Liz's phone … I, um … really should, uh … should go and, uh … should call her mom, you know … Nurse Gamp, you know … probably'll forget to … uh, I should go. Um … yeah … I'll talk to you later, Tom. You do have a REALLY cute butt!” And with that comment she left quickly, almost running into the door frame on her way.

Oh shit. The phone! That was the click he heard! She must have taken a picture of him with Liz's phone! She wouldn't do that, would she? He wasn't really sure. He had been in love/lust with her for two years, but he had never had much time to really get to know her. This picture of his naked butt, if there was one, just made everything worse.

"I got a cousin in 6th grade over in Tampa," Cheryl Prentiss said in his ear as she pulled out her blue thermometer again, "I think his balls may already be bigger and dropped more than yours."

"Shut . . . .up." Tom exclaimed whilst again wondering how she knew some much about other boys most private parts!

Cheryl shrugged and popped her thermometer back in like it was a sucker. How long had all the kids had these thermometers in their mouths anyway? At that point, Nurse Gamp came back into the waiting room and looked around with her hands on her hips.

"All right . . . now . . . .what was . . . . oh yes." She walked up to Tom and just yanked the red thermometer out of his ass without a pause.

"YAiii!" Tom yelped, the surprise and sudden movement was just close to the painful side of uncomfortable.

"Hmm, no fever."

"I know," Tom said. "I'm not sick."

"Well why are you here?"

"Because I . . . .aggh . . .can I get dressed??" He blushed severely as he asked, but then when he tried to yank his jeans and underwear up, he couldn't get them up. It was embarrassing enough practically doing a dance in front of the chair with his naked butt hanging out, but even more so when he had to unsnap and unzip to pull them up. "Because I threw up. Just nerves, I guess."

He mumbled the last part, not wanting it to get around that he got, or gets, so nervous that he just throws up.

"Well, the office said they have an extra polo shirt for you. Then you can go back to class."

"Why did you stick that thing up my butt??" He asked, though he blushed as soon as he gave words to what everyone already saw anyway.

"To take your temperature. I swear, maybe I should have washed your ears out instead."

I wish that's all you had done, Tom thought, but said, "No, I mean, why couldn't I have one in the mouth?"

"Because it's red, boy!" The nurse said loudly, like he was a deaf moron who was starting to seriously annoy her. She stuck the end cap right up in his face and said quite demonstratively, "You see?? Red for Rectal!"

"Phhppthooieee!!" The 7th grade boy two seats down from him suddenly spit out his thermometer, making gagging noises with a severely grimaced face, and was trying to wipe his tongue and open mouth on any available surface of his shirt.

Tom and the nurse looked at the boy's thermometer on the floor. It was red capped.

"Oh dear." The nurse said.

Tom got out of there with his excuse note, but secretly hoping that the 7th grade boy had to have his temperature rechecked. With the same thermometer. And he didn't care which end of the boy the nurse used. Either way it was a sweet revenge for the looks the boy gave him. As it was, he got back to class with 20 minutes remaining in the period, though everyone around him just leaned away from him.

Tom went to bed early the next night exhausted by the trauma of the last few days events. Tom closed his eyes, wondering what sleep would bring him, he hoped pleasant dreams and no more ghostly visitations.

Unfortunately for Tom, there was another ghostly visitation in the middle of the night. This time to Tom’s shock the female apparition was not dressed in jeans, sneakers and a white T shirt which had a moving picture of him bare naked. She was bare naked!

“You’re … naked!” Tom exclaimed! Why … what do you want this time?

“My penance for not doing your first regression properly, I was made by my superiors to appear naked just as I looked the day I passed on to this side!”

Tom was torn between the words, ‘not doing your first regression properly’ and the erotic sight of the naked female apparition before him. The only naked girl he had ever seen was his sister Jane. The female ghost before him was far more developed than his sister. She had prominent firm breasts and a thick triangle of curly pubic hair that almost totally hid the dark slit that drove down between her legs.

Before Tom could get his thoughts together, the female ghost flicked her translucent right hand … there was a brief whooshing sound … and the next Tom remembered was … “Tom … wake up."

He heard his name being called, from somewhere in a deep and vague dream, soon to be unremembered as he swam to the surface.

"Tomas West … would you wake up!”

He vaguely remembered the Ghost Patrol visit from the previous night. Half anxious and half scared , Tom slowly opened his sleepy eyes and looked upon the still blurry face of his visitor.

"Why are you back spirit?" Tom asked, dreading the answer he thought might come about his further demotion in puberty development to the bottom percentage band for his age, not just in pubic hair growth which had already occurred but also in penis and genital size.so that he was remade back into a little boy!

"Spirit?"

"Yeah, arn’t you the same one from the other night?."

"Same one?"

"Yes." Tom said somewhat impatiently, rubbing his eyes. Why couldn't the Ghost Patrol have just let him sleep through the night?”

"Tom, what are you talking about? What kind of dream were you having?"

Tom refocused his eyes and sat up in alarm. "Mom?? What are you doing in here in the middle of the night?"

"It's not the middle of the night, Tom, you overslept. I had the hardest time waking you! What is all this about spirits?"

"Spirits?" he asked, still honestly dazed at being woken up in the middle of the night to find out it was already the morning. But then he decided it was probably best just to play dumb. "What spirits?"

Charlotte West just shook her head. Her son must have just been having some sort of a weird dream. "Well, after yesterday, I thought you were turning over a new leaf and would start getting up on time. I should have known better. Come on, then, get out of bed. You have to get moving."

"Crap," he said under his breath. Still a small bit disoriented, he asked what day it was.

"Friday. Now, get up, Tom! I don't have time for this!"

Tom grumbled, though not quite as bad as he used to, and started to get out of bed, but then checked his condition under the sheets. He wasn't hard, that was good, but he was still in his underwear. That surprised him as he thought he had put on shorts last night so he wouldn't be surprised near-naked again like he had the night before when the Ghost Patrol had visited.

"Uh, mom, can you leave, please? I'm not properly dressed."

He said 'please', she guessed she had to give him that; but he still said it with a 'duh' tone, like she should know better.

"Honestly, Tom, I'm your mother! I have seen it all, trust me." She said, exasperated, though she still headed out of his room. "You need to quit this overly modest obsession you have. Just get up and get a move on."

She left his room, though left his door wide open. He got up and shut it and then lay back in his bed a bit longer to gather his thoughts. He had a vague memory of another visit by the ghost patrol, the fleeting memory of the apparition being naked and the mention of a further demotion in the size of his genitals.

Tom moved his right hand to investigate his now bald but still reasonably substantial package … but … something didn't feel right?

Tom cautiously lifted up the elastic of his underwear and took a look and in an even higher pitched voice screamed!!!"

He snapped the elastic back in shock.

"Tom!! What's wrong???" His mom had bolted back into his room.

The ashen boy looked at her with surprise, and then remembered his near nakedness as well as the horrible shock he was sure his underwear wouldn't hide from his mom, so he jumped off the bed and grabbed a pillow to hold over himself.

"What are YOU doing?" He screamed back. "Don't you knock!!?? Why are you just busting up in my room??"

"You were screaming, Tom!"

"I was not!"

"You were, a real high pitched scream, everyone could hear it!"

"Well . . . . it must have been a nightmare."

"You were awake, Tom. Actually, you don't look so good. Maybe I need to take you to the doctor."

"NO! . . . . I mean . . no . . .no, I'm OK. Honest."

"What's going on?" Jane asked as she stuck her head in the doorway.

"Get the hell out of my room!!" Tom yelled and launched the pillow at his sister. She ducked back and it hit the doorjamb, but then he was left exposed again. He quickly grabbed the other pillow and held it protectively over his mid-section, keeping his upper arms tight against his body as well.

"Thomas West!" His mom had had enough of this and was about to tell him off.

"Mom, please, I'm not a little kid anymore! Can I just have some privacy?"

She stared at him, unsure exactly of what direction she should go with this. This was a situation a dad should be there to help with. But there wasn't a dad. Maybe she could talk with her brother; maybe he could have another Uncle to Nephew chat with him this weekend. But that would be later. In the meantime, she had just had enough.

"Fine. But just so you know, you really are still a boy. And I am SICK of this behaviour. You are going to make a change and it is damn well going to last longer than a day. You and I are going to have a LONG talk tonight about the direction in life your attitude problems are taking you. You got that boy?"

Tom flushed. Damn! He had been doing so well. His mothers use of the term ‘boy’ hit home harder than usual as well!

"Yes, ma'am."

He sounded so contrite that Charlotte West was taken aback for a second. What really was going on with her son? Was this normal for boys entering adolescence? She had always thought that he was definitely rolling along into it. But now that he stood there with nothing but a pillow covering his body, she was having her doubts. Why was it she had thought he had been ahead of the curve in development? He certainly didn't look it standing there now. All that aside, though, she was wondering if he needed something she just couldn't provide, some sort of professional intervention.

"All right," she said, calming down herself, "just get dressed."

"May I take a shower?"

He was back to being the somewhat remorseful boy of yesterday. This wasn't a roller coaster that she could really take. But she had to reinforce the positive behaviours, and she changed her tone to firm, but not angry.

"Yes, you may. But I need you to hurry. I can't take you to school today. You HAVE to catch the bus. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"All right Tom make the shower quick. I want your attitude and behaviour to change permanently to the nice Tom that is occasionally appearing!”

Tom nodded as she walked out, again leaving his door open. He heard her in the hallway telling someone, he assumed Jimmy, not to go in, that she didn't want him getting yelled at. But a minute later, after Tom had gathered together his clothes, Jimmy stuck his head in anyway.

"Tom?" he asked hesitantly, hoping against hope that the nice brother from yesterday was still in Tom's body, but also afraid that the mean one was actually still there. He wasn't too far off. The first reaction from Tom was to throw something else, but he had quickly squelched that and relaxed his face and body.

"Come in, Jimmy. Shut the door, will you?"

He did. "What's wrong?"

Tom took a deep breath. Did he really want to do this? No, he absolutely did not. No way, no, no, no, no. But within the depths of his mind he felt a compulsion to do so. Besides he was going to go certifiably crazy if he couldn't share his fear, shame, humiliation and agony with someone, and since Tim already knew the first part of the story!

"This is what's wrong." 13 going on 14 years old Tom said, as he faced his 10 year old brother, and pulled down the front of his briefs to below his balls, which unfortunately wasn't as far as he used to have to pull them down.

Jimmy was again in shock. His eyes got huge, not because of what he was getting to look at, but because of what he was not getting to see. He wasn't getting to look at a 13 year old 8th graders junk, that was for sure.

Well, he really hadn't seen too many 13 year olds naked, just his big brother before and after all this crazy stuff started happening, his brother's best friend Jacob Marsh when he was made a Nudie Juvie, and his own best friend Caleb’s older brother Randy at a spend-the-night party three weeks ago. He and Caleb had only gotten a peak at Randy when he was in the bathroom, their family house had an old-fashioned keyhole in a few of the doors and he wasn't as big or as hairy as Jacob, and certainly nowhere near as big down there as Tom used to be; but both Randy and Jacob had been way, way, way bigger than what Jimmy was seeing right now.

To be sure, Caleb himself, older than Jimmy at 11, was even bigger than what Jimmy was now seeing on Tom. This just wasn't normal, his 13 year old, nearly 14 year old big brother was no bigger between the legs than prepubescent Jimmy was at 10 years of age.

"Looks like the Ghost Patrol took out another puberty demotion on you."

"You THINK?" Tom asked sarcastically, feeling like he was getting angry again. Then he shook his head, remembering he was trying to be nice to his little brother. "Sorry, Jimmy . . . . I'm just in shock at my further demotion in physical development to the very bottom percentage band for my age, not just in pubic hair growth which happened yesterday but now as the ghostly apparition promised, also in my genital size. I look just like a little boy, just like you!”

Jimmy shrugged. "You know Tom, I might not be as little a boy as you now, last time I measured my dick it was just under 3 inches hard! I guess I'd be pissed off too, if I had lost what you used to have but … Uh … can you … can you get it hard again? Maybe it'll look bigger hard?"

Tom sighed. His mind was again telling him that of course that’s what he should do despite not wanting to do such a thing in front of his younger brother. Jimmy even offered to help again, but Tom shook his head no. That was just too weird the last time. At any rate, he hadn't jerked off yesterday, so it shouldn't be too difficult to get hard. In the end, it wasn't really easy, but he did get there. The problem was that his new little boy size dick meant he could only jerk off using two fingers, there was no length on his shrunken shaft for any more fingers as there just wasn't any more room left.

"Go get your ruler, Jimmy."

Jimmy ran to his room and soon came right back, finding his despondent brother sitting on the edge of his bed, having already kicked off his underwear, staring at the bald small erection that was staring back at him with its one eye. He approached hesitantly, but without asking reached for the small hard penis and measured its full 2 ½ inches of erection. Accompanying Tom’s new little boy erection , his bald little balls were now no bigger than lima beans and were pulled up to his body in a slightly plump sac, they most certainly were no longer hanging from his body.

"Why did the Ghost Patrol make another demotion in your puberty development?” Jimmy asked quietly.

Tom shrugged his shoulders. He really didn't remember, but then the vision of the naked female apparition came back to him and he remembered that last night was a correction for what hadn’t happened fully the first night with his genital size, when he was supposed to be physically demoted to the bottom percentage band for his age group in both pubic hair and genitals.

As he ran through everything in a fast-forward-review through his mind, he looked at his little brother and said, “You better go finish getting ready, Jimmy and please like yesterday, don't tell anybody about this." Geez he thought, what right did he even have asking his little brother that? Jimmy may now even be a bigger boy than Tom now was, where it really mattered! He felt lower than low.

"Are you going to be all right?"

"Yeah, I'll be OK," Tom said, although he shrugged his shoulders as he said it, and at the same time looked like he was carrying the weight of the world at knife point.

No one said anything at breakfast, as Charlotte and Jane were still too mad at Tom for his earlier attitude to even notice he was pretty low down in his feelings or to even notice, at first, how well he and Jimmy were getting along. Although, given his history, it could very well be that he was just using Jimmy, the backs of both their minds whispered to them once they did take some notice.

Tom was walking to the school bus stop along with his best friends Jacob Marsh, Brody Masters, Adam Powers and Jack Eastman.

What's wrong with you this morning Tom? You've hardly said a word, I’m the one who should be the quite one, after my NEWDD experience." asked Jacob.

"Nothing's wrong, just got things on my mind I guess"

"It's weird but you're not just quite but you somehow look and sound different today Tom" Jack added.

"Yeah I was thinking he looked different too" said Adam, " I know it is totally illogical but to me you seem shorter Tom, but that can't be, maybe the rest of us have all had a sudden growth spurt."

"I wish" said Brody who was the shortest of the five boys. I'm still the same height as I was last week, but yeah, it's weird, cause I was thinking Tom looked shorter too."

His friends comments went to the root of the problem Tom had on his mind. He estimated that he seemed to be an inch or so shorter in total height and noticeably diminished in musculature. All the noticeable changes along with the hidden changes to his genitals and pubic hair when all put together meant that his physical edge was gone, his bragging rights, his commanding presence, his own protection from bullies, all reduced or gone. This was a very hefty embarrassing and humiliating payment that the ghost patrol had extracted from him.

The embarrassing conversation between Tom and his friends about how he sounded and looked different thankfully came to a stop as they arrived at the bus stop.

"Hey, Tom." Abby Taylor greeted.

Abby Taylor had recently begun noticing Tom West and despite the fact that Tom was developing a bad reputation for blatant bullying, she felt he was not yet so much of a bully that he was an undesirable boyfriend for her to try and have, besides, Tom was confident, really cute looking and was quickly growing an awesome young teen body

Tom had also noticed that Abby had begun given him long glances, but what Abby didn't know was that Tom had a crush on Belle Dickens for at least the last two years.

Even though Tom’s mind was very preoccupied with the effects that the visit by the ghost patrol had inflicted on his body, he still took this opportunity to flirt with Abby, so he responded, "Hey, Abby." and smiled, roaming his eyes to take in the mature body of the attractive girl from her feet to her smile. "You look real nice."

"Oh, you're so sweet." Abby blushed slightly and murmured. Abby's best friend, Jess Denton, also in the eighth grade was with her. She just rolled her eyes at such a lame line. She didn't think as highly of Tom West.

Tom caught that look she gave her friend, though, and so he turned to Jess and said, "Hey, Jess, good to see you, too." in his most respectful voice.

Jess’s reaction indicated that she wasn't falling for Tom’s sudden politeness as much as Abby.

In Abby's mind, Tom was the ‘8th grade King of the Hill', so sure and cocky and handsome. Today however she like his close friends had a strange sensation that there was something a little off about him, his voice was not as deep as she remembered and he didn't seem quite as tall as what she remembered and his developing masculinity was not so prominent but she realised that was a silly idea, and anyway she was way too happy to have had Tom compliment her, to try and pin down what it was that was unsettling her.

Tom and Abby chatted only momentarily, before two community guardians arrived at the bus stop and called for the attention of everyone there.
Tom and his friends walked away in slightly separate paths from Amy and Jess to the assembling group gathering around the two Community Guardians, one female the other male at the bus stop.

The lady Community Guardian addressed the children at the school bus stop first, "Be warned" she said, "Your school is beginning to tighten down on their zero tolerance policies, especially in relation to bullying and if you bully then under the new NEWDD juvenile policy, total nudity in front of your peers will most assurably be one of the results. If you think you're going to have a problem conforming with this new tightening of the bullying policy, then I suggest you come up here now and we will take you straight to the the Juvenile Court and get your first 'Notice of Exemption from Wearing Decent Dress'.”

The Male Community Guardian continued, “By volunteering, you will almost certainly receive a lighter punishment than if you are reported by your school or the police. Yet you will still get to experience what it feels like to be a Nudie Juvie, completely exposed and ridiculed in front of your peers instead of serving the longer and more thorough punishments that can be imposed with the new NWWDD regulations. Is there anyone here that would like to volunteer? … Nobody? …”

“Well, then I guess that means you all plan to be good girls and boys. I hope so. I hope you make my volunteer time very, very boring." the Lady Community Guardian concluded.

Strange though Tom, making an offer to anyone at the bus stop who felt they should come out and allow themselves to be voluntarily made naked in front of their peers! Like anyone would be that utterly stupid. Tom started to laugh internally at the thought of someone being that dumb. They would have to be just totally into social suicide. He smiled. That would never happen.

And then the compelling thought hit him.

Holy shit.

No, no, no, no, no . . . . .

He could sense it, the ghost patrol apparition had played with his mind. No … he couldn’t possibly do it, not voluntarily agree to strip totally naked in public and even worse … reveal … no one must find out about his lack of development!

No, no, no, no, no, no … Don’t do it … no … he silently pleaded with himself! He couldn’t possibly volunteer to make himself a NEWDD here in public in front of his peers. Where was this weird idea coming from? Deep down he knew however that the Ghost Patrol was the cause of his current mental turmoil.

The two Guardians then gave a last admonishment to the assembled children to be good and began walking down the street toward their car.

No, no, I can't do that … I just can’t Tom thought to himself, but his fear chilled to a painful compulsion as the two Guardians moved away.

"Wait," he said weakly. But only his four friends noticed his remark.

"Wait for what, Tom?" Adam Powers asked.

"Wait!" It was louder this time, but only attracted the attention of most of the other kids at the bus stop.

"WAIT!!" Tom yelled out!

That caught the two Guardians attention as they walked away down the street towards their car.

'Holy shit. What have I done??' Tom thought to himself when he saw them pause and then start back toward the bus stop. The kids at the bus stop including his four friends parted around him when they saw the Community Guardians returning, so there would be no denying who yelled it out; he couldn't hide in the parting of the crowd. The Guardians were already focused on him as they approached.

Oh shit . . . . . oh shit . . . . . what the hell did I just do . . . . . what the hell AM I doing?

"Yes, boy?" The male guardian asked.

"I . . . . . . I . . . . . ." Tom was shaking as he tried to force the required words out of his reluctant mouth.

"I don't think you're very funny, boy," the man said. "You better be careful if you think you can gain social points in front of your friends by being a smart-ass."

The lady Guardian gave a brief roll of her eyes and turned to leave again with the man.

"I'M A BULLY!!" Tom shouted it out and it was almost very closely followed by 'Oh shit' from out of his mouth.

Oh geez Tom thought as fear and trepidation coursed through his body. What had he done?? This couldn't be taken back!

"What was that, boy?"

"I … I … I'm a . . . . . . I'm a bully and should be made a NEWDD." He blerted out at the end of his stammer. It was both the moment of self-destruction where the path chosen could not be reversed and also a poignant self-realization. He was amazed inwardly at the revelation he finally made to his soul. It was like the past two days had only involved a cognitive realization of his bullying. Now he had brought himself irrevocably face to face with this truth.

“Tom … what are you doing?” Jacob exclaimed.

"Are you sure?" the lady Guardian asked.

"Yes." Tom said, quietly, but this time looking down, his muscles shivering from the fear deep within.

His sister Jane who was also at the bus stop with her friends came forward and introduced herself as Tom’s sister and affirmed to the lady Guardian that yes, Tom was most certainly a bully.

The two Guardian looked around the assembled boys and girls and were met by a lot of nods, a few nervous faces suddenly looking away at anything else, and even a smile or two from children who were looking forward to Tom West being made a NEWDD. Then the male Guardian noticed Jack Eastman who he knew from church standing near the boy.

"What about it, Jack?" the male guardian asked Tom’s fellow 8th grader, "Is he a bully?"

Jack wanted to look away; he wanted to look at the ground. He wanted to lie for his friend, but he didn't dare. "Yes, sir he is sometimes, but not to his friends."

"How bad a bully is he?"

Jack looked over at Tom. He looked so pitiful standing there. What was worse, Jack knew Tom well, and he knew what this kind of punishment would undoubtedly bring for his friend but Jack couldn't risk lying as he might end up a NEWDD, himself. Besides, Tom wasn't caught out in any way; he literally had volunteered for this.

"Pretty bad, sir"

"What they say is true," Jess Denton stated from amongst the assembled group of kids, which instantly parted to give the Guardians a good view of her, "He bullies all the time!"

"Well, well." The male guardian said. "There may be hope for you boy, since you came forward on your own, unless you just saw the writing on the wall and thought you would get a discount on your punishment by volunteering as a NEWDD."

Tom couldn't look up. His heart was racing, he felt a bit faint, and swore he could feel a cool sheen of panic sweat on him, even though he was actually still dry. He shook his head at the guardian. He really wasn't going for a discount, he didn’t even want to volunteer.

“Right boy just to ease my mind about your motives, I am making you a temporary NEWDD until the Juvenile Court makes a binding decision. As a temporary NEWDD, I can order you to be naked as an interim punishment for up to six hours. If you thought you were going to get a big discount on your punishment by volunteering as a NEWDD, this next part will certainly give you a reality check.”

With that the male guardian reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a pink and white striped quarter inch wide wrist band and placed it around Tom’s right wrist.

“Strip!”

Tom gasped at being made a temporary NEWDD by the Community Guardian! He looked around at the children closing in around him at the bus stop. Some in shock, some concerned and the some smirking or outright smiling. All were very interested in what was about to happen next!

“Get a move on boy!” the male Community Guardian ordered.

With an audible groan of misery and distress, Tom reluctantly moved his hands up to his top button on his shirt and began to undo all six … except he couldn't quite seem to get past the first one. His hands were shaking so badly he couldn't keep hold of the button long enough, much less get it backward through the buttonhole.

"Do you want me to have one of your friends do it for you?" the male Guardian asked.

"No . . .sir," Tom said, but that came out just as shaky and barely heard above the laughter and giggles at the Guardians comment.

Tom continued to fumble with that one button. It was quite plain that he wasn't just stalling, as now his whole body began to quaver and shake a lot more than slightly. Some of the kids were nervous and embarrassed for him, some were just uncertain as to whether they could laugh or not at his shaking and some were overjoyed to see Tom West shaking in his boots!

To his surprise, Abby Taylor stepped up to him and gave him a smile. It was meant to reassure him but in reality it just added to his nervous state. She then gently pushed his hands out of the way. "Now that you are officially a Temporary NEWDD I can help you undress some of the way!"

Abby stood before him and rapidly went down the buttons of his shirt and at the base pulled both it and his T-shirt, out of his jeans, even reaching around him to do so. Whilst doing this she again suddenly felt that somehow Tom seemed just a bit more … puny … today, but his bravery in the face of such obvious fear had touched her heart and besides the opportunity to help make sure the boy she so craved after got naked, so she could finally see what he looked like bare naked! It was too much of an opportunity to pass over.

Abby then knelt down and undid the laces of both his shoes while he stared down, in shock that Abby was systematically undressing him. Tom almost involuntarily decided to help Abby and kicked off his shoes that Abby had just undone, and then Abby removed his socks.

Abby stood back up and looked Tom in the eye, this time with a bit more uncomfortable smile. Tom was still shaking profusely.

Abby then reached under the front of Tom’s T-shirt and began to unbutton his jeans. Both of them looked away as she did this, and Tom began to hyperventilate just slightly, as even more blood drained from his face as he realized he was starting to get hard. Even worse, he felt a sudden rush of excitement intertwined around a huge burst of fear and embarrassment as he felt his dick and balls brush up against the back of her hand through his underwear.

Abby blushed when it happened, and her eyes got the smallest bit wider at the small size of Tom’s bulge as she concentrated her sight on the pavement. She only hesitated for the briefest of moments when she felt that happen, feeling as though she may have gone too far. But she also knew that most probably Tom would never get those four buttons on the fly of his jeans undone. So she continued on with the last one.

When she was done, she looked Tom in the eyes again and offered a smile, as if to tell him that all would be ok.

Tom nodded, though his hands and arms and legs and torso were still nervously shaking. Abby managed to pull off his button-up shirt and did a good a job of folding it. Tom realising as she did this that he was beginning the path to the first naked exposure of his body to anyone but his brother Tim and the Ghost since his mum last saw him naked at around the age of six or seven.

Abby then grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up and off. There was all of a sudden a burst of applause from the assembled kids, as Tom was now becoming naked in earnest. He didn't think he could get much more embarrassed and he tried, unsuccessfully, to just block the response of his audience out of his mind. Then, as his arms were high above his head to allow Abby to pull off the T-shirt he became aware that his hairless underarms were now also on view, and easy for anyone, but especially Abby to see that there was not a single hair on them, nor did it look like there had ever been any pit hairs there!

Then he heard his sister Jane’s voice clearly from the crowd of kids and her comment nearly fully unglued him.

"Wow, he doesn't have any hair in his arm pits, I have forever thought that my brother was so mature for his age … but maybe I was wrong?"

"Wow yeah Jane, you’re right! I really thought he would have pit hair too!” replied a shocked Jacob Marsh.

Though Abby was also a little shocked at Tom’s total lack of pit hair, it was not actually that unusual for a boy of his age, so to reassure him of her feelings towards him, she leaned forward and whispered, "I really can't go any farther here in public helping you undress, as much as I would like to Tom."

Tom nodded and said "Thank you." though it came out so soft that even he wasn't sure he had said it, as Abby stepped away and went back into the crowd of kids.

"Think you can take it from here, boy?" the male Guardian asked.

Tom flushed the deepest red on hearing this. What had triggered his response was that the comment reminded him of the central problem and quite suddenly he couldn't breathe. The problem was the fear of people seeing him naked, magnified 1000 fold by the fact that they wouldn't be seeing the very mature nearly 14 year old Tom West that he had been until the ghost patrol had visited him, they would instead be seeing the new Tom! The Tom with a totally bald pubis who’s genital size might be better placed in elementary school, if you were going to go on the tiny size of his pencil thin two and a half inch erect dick and tight, smooth and hairless ball sack!

Having to reveal this new Tom was worse than mortification, no one would believe that until the other night he was an extremely well developed boy!

"What’s your name boy?"

"T … T … Tom!”

"Tom what?"

"Tom , Sir … Sorry."

"No," The man chuckled. He wasn't actually fishing for the sign of respect. "I mean … that's … that's very good. Very respectful; but what I meant was, what is your last name?"

"Oh … sorry, sir … it's … uh ..."

Tom’s mind was stuck with fear and apprehension.

"West." He heard Jane his sister say. Tom just nodded.

"How old are you Tom?"

Tom’s mind was still stuck and it was Jane who again answered for her older brother “He's 13 sir."

"OK," The man said, still sounding supportive, "I'm sure those brain cells will come back on line soon, Tom West, you started something here. Think you can now finish undressing on your own?"

Though he wasn't sure he could, Tom tried to say yes, but he was so anxious that he just nodded, as he fully understood that there was now no question that his total nudity was not going to happen!

"You better hurry, Tom, the bus will be here soon" the male Guardian commanded.

As soon as he heard the Guardians comment, Tom looked up with a new terror and felt the blood again draining from him. He knew that if he was not careful and got a move along, he was going to make the bus run late and that he felt sure would add extra NEWDD punishment and humiliation.

"Come on, Tom!!" Abby called out before starting to clap, "Let's see that cute ass I bet you have hiding under there!" Abby really wanted to see what his front looked like even more but she knew it would not be appropriate to call out about his genitals!

He blushed, bringing some of the color back in his face as he heard Abby telling Jess how despite his hairless underarms, she thought his ass looked sexy. Jess didn’t look as impressed. Tom decided to use that as a reference point for his mortification. It was a whole lot easier imagining everyone getting an unadulterated view of his buttocks, plump and naked and vulnerable, than to remember he wasn't carrying enough in front anymore to even wow a second grader. Well . . . . maybe a second grader but not much more!

Tom took a few more deep breaths and then hooked his thumbs in the back sides of his underwear and jeans!

"Yeah!! Bring'em down, big brother! You’re always bragging, so show us all what you got!!" his sister Jane called out.

Facing away from the crowd, Tom pushed them down, not stopping until they were at his ankles, showing everyone his naked round cheeks, with that oh-so tempting divide. Tom gave his audience a brief glimpse of the hole in the moon and his hairless tight nut sack, as he bent over slightly to pull his legs up out of his pants.

Shit, shit, shit, shit he thought as blood drained from his head and face. He felt cold, clammy, and entertained thoughts of passing out, as realisation set in that he had just put his nearly 14yo bare naked body out there for all the girls and boys to stare at. It was the first time in 6 or 7 years that anybody except the ghost and Jimmy had ever seen it.

He held his removed jeans and underwear in front of his hairless front secrets but now a random selection of elementary and middle schoolers, were getting a good gawk at his naked lily white twin rumps.

"Oh, Tom, you do realise that you have such a cute butt." Tom could hear Abby comment from the crowd.

Tom turned just his head slightly in the direction and now that he was looking at her, he couldn't help noticing that she was blushing, and that she could not keep her eyes from roaming up and down the back of his totally naked body.

His sister Jane then commented, that from behind, his nuts looked a whole lot smaller than she had expected and certainly didn't look like he had anything to boast about.

That comment made Abby cast a concerted look from behind between Tom’s legs at his balls, "Ummm yes Jane! ... he does look … younger, kind of . . . . then at a loss for words, she returned to looking up and down the back of his naked body."

Holding his clothes in front of him had kept his hairless front secrets hidden from everyone for a few brief moments, but he knew it couldn't last for long, which it didn't, as the female Guardian wagged her finger menacingly at him and then pointed at his pile of discarded clothes. He knew what it meant, ... drop the pants and underwear on the pile with the other clothes and no covering up!

He felt faint, he was about to reveal the new little boy Tom. The not-even-three-inches erect Tom. The Tom with a totally bald pubis and tiny pencil thin dick and hairless tight smooth balls.

He turned to face his pile of clothes and as a consequence of that, the anticipant crowd and very slowly did what the Guardian wanted.

“I don’t believe it! He’s still a little boy!” Jane exclaimed.

"Holy shit, do you see that Abby, he’s still prepubescent!” Jess exclaimed.

Abby was too stunned at what she was seeing to say anything! In Abby's mind, Tom had been the ‘8th grade King of the Hill', so mature, cocky and handsome but that impression had just been totally shattered. Tom West was in fact at the very bottom of the 8th grade hill. He had to be one of the very few if not the only boy in the 8th grade who was yet to start puberty.

“He's got less than my youngest brother!" Jack Eastman, called out.

"Wow, he’s still a baldy" added Adam Powers.

"Shit Tom … you haven’t even started puberty … you were always bragging about what you had … why the lies?" Jacob Marsh exclaimed in total shock.

"Gosh, he's even less developed than me" Brody Masters blurted out in shock, before blushing profusely as he realised what he had just confessed about his own level of development to the assembled crowd.

Oh the shame … the humiliation … the feeling of utter helplessness … Tom felt giddy … when next Tom opened his eyes he was laying on the ground, with some strange man kneeling over him.

"Are you alright Tom? My name is Mr. Agnew and my counterpart is Mrs. Wickfield. Do you remember us? We are the Community Guardians to whom you, uh, voluntarily surrendered."

Tom looked around and suddenly realised he was bare naked! Out in the open! He quickly covered his crotch with his hands and got a clucking disapproval.

"Unh unh uhhh . . . . bad boy!"

"Oh sorry, right." Tom said, getting his thoughts together and pulling his hands away, though it seemed the hardest thing in life to do as it took such a concentrated effort, that no one there would realise the half of it. "I'm sorry. I forgot."

"It's all right, Tom. The smell you may have noticed is from smelling salts I waved under your nose. We'll chalk up the one the one cover-up as disorientation after you fainted. But I warn you, there will be NO second chances. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

He was back to blushing severely, though he let Mr. Agnew help him stand. There looked to be fewer kids around, by a fifth at least; and he couldn't see his brother.

"My brother, Jimmy? Where is---"

"Relax, Tom, he got on the elementary school bus while you were passed out. It pulled away from the curb right before you woke back up. I'm afraid your show-and-tell here is cut short for now. I’m sure the Juvenile Court will make sure you make up for it again, later. In the meanwhile, we're going to stop by the hospital, just to make sure you are OK, and then stop and see the juvenile judge."

Tom nodded, though he still felt a bit dazed.

"All right, let's get you to the hospital and let all these kids get on the bus before they are any later for school."

"Uh, Mr. Agnew, am I going to be blamed for the bus being late?"

Agnew thought about it for a while, leading the youthful offender down the street by his arm. " Nahh … not this time." Tom was even allowed to redress before he was taken to the hospital for a check up. Both Guardians had agreed that his initial stripping and the exposure of his lack of development was enough punishment until the court ruled on his situation.

Hanging out in a court antechamber waiting for your family to arrive, is never a good thing. The Guardians first had to see if Tom's self surrender was adequate to put him in the NEWDD program. Nobody had come across this particular possibility in their training. But the judge made some calls to the school, his mom, a couple of his friends parents … suffice it to say, Judge Breese was willing to put him in as a Nudie Juvie. Judge Breese also wondered about the sanity of the boy, as from all accounts Tom despite his age, was totally prepubescent! . Why would he do this? Expose himself so, when clearly he had so much to ridicule, having so little for his age?

Tom was wondering the same thing while he sat there contemplating how all the guys in his 8th grade would soon know that they were superior to him in puberty. In fact, most of the guys in the grade below and a few even in the grade below that would also have him beat. As he sat waiting for his mom who was picking up Tim and Jane and bringing them to the court to witness his appearance in front of the juvenile judge, he was getting more and more depressed.

His state of depression got even worse when he heard another familiar voice!

“What are you here, for Tom West?”

It was Cheryl Prentiss, the 6th grade girl from his embarrassing visit to the school nurse yesterday. She was sitting across the room with her mom, dad, and older brother Hunter who was in Tom’s 8th grade.

"Cheryl, do not be rude. It isn't any of your business." chastised Mrs. Prentiss.

"No dear," Mr. Prentiss stepped in, admonishing his wife. " If that boy is a delinquent, nothing in our new NEWDD criminal code or social etiquette gives him the right to avoid questioning. Cheryl has every right to pry here. If the boy doesn't like it, then perhaps he shouldn't have committed his wrongdoings."

Tom was glad that Mr. Prentiss wasn't his dad. On the other hand, he was at least there for his kids. That was something. He wondered which kid he was there for, though. That was soon answered.

"What happened to innocent until proven guilty," Hunter sulkily asked, with a tone that bordered on stark disrespect. " What if he really didn't do anything at all? Guess that doesn't mean a whole lot to you, does it dad?"

"I suggest you watch your tone, Hunter. You are not getting out of this with anything less than some of this new NEWDD punishment by the court! How much you get, depends on the lip you give the judge."

Hunter didn't say anything else, but looking at Tom, lifted his eyes to the ceiling in desperation before turning them towards his father and narrowing them in sulking anger. Cheryl however arched her neck back a little as if her dad had just given her license to torture.

"So, like I asked West, why are you here?"

Tom felt himself wanting to tell her off, but he didn't dare show that sort of attitude at this juncture. So he just answered.

"Bullying."

"Someone says you're bullying, or you actually are a bully?"

"I was."

"Was? How convenient. Was a bully, always a bully, I say."

As if the pretentious bitch actually knew anything, but here Tom had to censor his thoughts, remembering what could happen to him under the NEWDD program if he used the 'B' word. He tried to just change the topic of conversation to something less charged.

"Why are you here Cheryl?"

"That . . . is none of your business."

SMAACCK!!

"OW!!!"

Mrs. Prentiss’ hand had come down hard on the girl's thigh, startling all three children.

"I'm not going to tell you again about being rude. Now answer his question civilly."

Cheryl scowled something fierce at Tom, and Tom feared he had just made an implacable enemy.

"I am here to witness Hunter’s punishment. I am not in trouble, if that’s what you were thinking."

"No … I wasn’t wishing … err … I mean thinking that at all!”

The world wishing just sort of popped out. Tom hadn't meant to give out his true thoughts.

"Yeah right!” It came out with a lot of cynicism. “Im not naughty like you, I’m on the Student Council, so really I shouldn’t have anything to do with a little boy bully like yourself."

"Little . . . ?" Tom started, about to ask if she had forgotten he was in the 8th grade with Hunter, but then remembered he did look younger, more physically immature, than he had just a couple days prior.

"I warned you already about using that tone, young lady.

"But mom," Cheryl stated, and here Tom thought she must be stupid to use that know-it-all defensive tone so close to a Juvie Judge's courtroom. Even Tom wasn't THAT stupid. "He is so obviously not worth any manners nicer than what I am being very kind to show him."

"All right. We'll see about that." Now her mother's look of anger and disgust matched the other three.

Oh boy, Tom thought. When was his own family going to get here and get him away from Cheryl!

"Mr. and Mrs. Prentiss?" A lady came in from the courtroom. They were using the small courtroom, the one for smaller private family issues. " Judge Breese is ready for Hunter now. If you would all please follow me?"

They followed the lady in, and then Tom was left all alone in the waiting area. He didn't think at the time that he would miss the angry family, especially Cheryl, but he was fairly certain now that he preferred it to being all alone and contemplating his doom without distraction. He had about ten minutes of this, it felt like an hour, before the far doors opened and his mom, Jane and Tim walked in.

"Mom!" Tom exclaimed, very happy to see her finally, although at the first glance at her face he could tell that she wasn't feeling the same.

"Both of you," she said to Jane and Jimmy who had walked in behind her, " Go over there and sit next to your big brother."

“He’s my older brother but he certainly isn’t my big brother!” Jane replied with a smirk as she eyed up Tom causing him to blush profusely.

Charlotte West ignored her daughter’s comments or their meaning, she was focused on Tom for the moment. She knew in her heart she was too angry to address him. Yes, she should be proud of him for 'volunteering' for his due punishment, but the things he had done to deserve it, the things she was just now hearing about, these made her furious. And a part of it certainly lay on the question as to whether he really was just scheming because he saw the writing on the wall. After all, if his best friend Jacob had been taken down, and it seemed Tom had been worse, who's to say that the boy wasn't just hedging his bets. Playing on their sympathies?

That kind of manipulation was too close to her ex husband, their dad and how he worked, and she didn't trust herself to respond, or even speak, to Tom while she had an image of his father in her head. She gave him a look, however, that let him know that for now he should just be happy she wasn't yelling. He didn't press the issue. She walked over and sat between him and Jane with Jimmy sitting on the other side of Jane.

They sat there unspeaking for close to a five minutes before the court doors opened and the Prentiss' walked out, shocking all four of the West.

Mrs. Prentiss was the only one who looked happy and at peace. They pushed Hunter out in front of them, and Jane went gaga over the now totally naked NEWDD adolescent, her eye's popping and jaw dropping, lip edges curling into a smile like she had just caught Santa pulling her gift out of his bag. Now here was a 8th grade young man, so different to her recently exposed 8th grade brother.

According to Jane’s 12 year old rising libido. Hunter the second pubescent boy she had ever seen bare naked was an Adonis. He wasn't anymore hung than Jacob Marsh, Tom’s closest friend who had recently been made a NEWDD and who was the first pubescent boy Jane had ever seen bare naked.

Jacob’s penis had been revealed as being quite long for his age. But even still, Tom knew that Jacob and Hunter’s penis’s were just over an inch smaller in length than his used to be, and nowhere near as thick as Tom used to be. Jacob’s balls hung very low and they were just a bit plumper than Tom's used to be. Hunter’s balls were smaller than Jacob’s and looked to be very similar in size to what Tom’s used to look like. Jacob also had a small compact bush of young, thick black pubic hairs. Hunter Prentiss had a bit more pubic hair than Jacob, almost as much as Tom once had but Hunter also had the beginnings of a darkening happy trail, running up to his navel, as well. Tom had to admit that Hunter was taller and way more handsome than Jacob.

While Jane was smitten with the sultry demi-god of the new Nudie Juvie Offenders, Tom's mind was blown away by what Mr. Prentiss was angrily pulling behind them by the ear. It was his naked 11 year old bratty daughter, Cheryl. No wonder Mrs. Prentiss had been smiling.

"Of all the disgusting things I've seen this week . . . ." The father was saying, and he did indeed look disgusted. " . . . . stuffing your training bra with tissues! Who were you trying to show off to at your age? Well I got news for you missy; you're now a NEWDD like your brother and so you’re going to be doing a lot of showing off now."

"No, Dad, please . . . please, please, no Dad."

He pulled her along, and Tom got his second close up look at the female naked form, or was that a third? Did the female ghost count? Did it really matter? Despite being only 11 years old Cheryl Prentiss who in reality still had a totally flat chest and a bald pubis, nevertheless aroused Tom. He liked what he was now seeing of the female body! He liked it very much despite her age and lack of development. He stared in fascination at her smooth hairless pubis and the slit that split it and descended into the hidden folds of her nether regions between her legs.

His smile was much more for the revealing show than the knowledge that this uppity girl had gotten her due. But, unfortunately, the show was short lived.

“Kids look away!” Mrs West ordered.

"Mom!!" All three kids exclaimed at once.

"It's OK, ma'am. They can look." The father insisted. " It's part of my kids' NEWDD punishment."

"All the same," Tom's mother added. " I don't know if I'm quite ready for that."

"I understand," The man graciously said, much more graciously than it sounded like he could be earlier. " But, as you say, all the same, she owes this young boy an apology, despite his own delinquency. Go ahead, Cheryl."

The girl sneered as she said her apology, not that Tom minded, he kept his eyes focused on the area between Cheryl’s legs, and took no notice of the distaste in her voice.

"Sorry . . . . for being rude!"

"Hmmph." The father said, clearly unimpressed. "Let's go children, we have an appointment in the induction room." The mom even sounded happy.

Tom, however, was suddenly far from happy. At the mention of the word 'induction' the memories of what he had been told about the physical punishments associated with the NEWDD program came flooding back to him. He went pale as a sheet from the thought as the Prentiss family disappeared behind a door at the other end of the room.

"Goodness, Tom, you’re so pale! Are you over excited or actually frightened at seeing a naked girl? At least I hope it was the girl. Perhaps I shouldn’t have let you look."

But it wasn't that, that was bothering Tom at the moment, as he turned his gaze to the door that lead to . . . . somewhere. Somewhere where something horrible was going to happen, the induction room.

"Or perhaps you're just thinking ahead to what's going to happen to you?" Charlotte West, continued, still angry. " Well, buster, I can tell you this, after just half of what I have heard so far from your sister and brother, and Mr. Agnew the Community Guardian who contacted me, you are going to be made a NEWDD and be as naked as the day you were born, just like those two children. Do you understand me!?"

Tom nodded, and only barely said “Yes Mam”. It wasn't his own nudity that was disturbing him at the moment. That was back to an abstract concept for as long as he had on his clothes. But the induction punishment that was about to happen at any time now, and Tom seemed like he could already feel the ghost whispers of it in his ass. It terrified him.

He didn't look at her or respond any further, but just turned his attention back to an unfocused center of the floor on the other side of the room. He could have sworn he heard a sharp crack from beyond the induction room door. A shudder went through him, and then there was a piercing scream, from behind that same door, such as can only be let out by an adolescent boy in pain.

"What was that?" Charlotte West asked, but to no one in particular. It couldn't be what she thought it was. But a second crack and scream soon followed, and then a third. By the third, no one was saying anything, but it definitely sealed the somber mood whilst waiting for the judge.

By the fourth and fifth screams from Hunter Prentiss, Tom's own body was starting to feel exhausted by the shudders that went through him with each stroke.

The sixth stroke and scream did not bring any word from the door into the courtroom, and neither did the seventh or the eighth.

The ninth wail rang out and was met with just as much silence in the antechamber as all the others. The sheen of sweat across Tom was testament to Tom's own mental torture as the tenth sobbing cry pierced the air. Mercifully, however at that point point, before another of the cracks of the paddle with their clearly undeniable ferocity could ring out, the bailiff came to the court room door to call in the West family. All four jumped up immediately and hurried into the court, shamefully not wanting to know exactly how many Hunter Prentiss would suffer in his induction. Tom suspected 14 to line up with his age and Tom and the West family were all left wondering how many Cheryl was going to receive. They all just wanted out of the antechamber.

As soon as the entered, Judge Breese called them forward and went through the facts at hand, as had been related to him. Tom didn't even try to refute a single one. Even the ones that seemed a bit exaggerated by various other 'witnesses' who gave an input to their first period teachers. Judge Breese however, had too many years on the bench to believe everything was true. He recognised a recalcitrant soul when he saw one; but that aside, he also believed there were a few other behavioural transgressions that Tom was holding in reserve.

"Now, Tom, look me in the eye and tell me if there is anything else to which you need to confess?"

"No, sir," Tom said, honestly, or at least he felt it was honestly said. After all, the whole reason he was there was because of how he had treated Jimmy. That was pretty much it. And he said as much to the judge. Jane looked at him curiously, as though she was surprised that that was all he thought he had to say.

But that was all he had to say.

"All right," Judge Breese said. " In light of what I have heard from others and from you Tom, I am ordering you to serve 48 hours from this point, until Saturday morning at noon, as a NEWDD Offender Level Two. I am also assigning an additional 6 hours as a volunteer worker for your school. You will serve that volunteer time at the discretion of your school, and they may ask you to serve clothed, or down to your underwear, but not naked. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Tom still looked tightly wounded, as though the news still hadn't managed to reach his core. But that was because he was entirely wrapped up at the moment with another thought. He could hear the cries of Hunter Prentiss echoing in his brain.

"As for your induction," it was at this point that Tom visibly tightened up even further, "I'm going to take into consideration that you voluntarily made the effort to call attention to your own wrongdoings and have not even tried to deny them, though I suspect a few were probably exaggerated, so I am going to dispense with any induction punishment for you!”

"What does that mean Sir?" Tom asked, his voice tight with an extreme fear.

"It means," the judge said, " That I am not going to require you to suffer an induction spanking or any of the other punishments this time. But if I ever see you in this court again, I will . . . . . Tom?"

All the tension left his body immediately when he heard he was not going to be whipped, for surely they must have a grown man putting his all into it to get an older boy like Hunter howling right off from the start. Unfortunately, Tom was so tense, and his tension released so rapidly, that he fainted dead away before the judge could finish his sentence.

"He's going to have to work on that." The Judge said as he leaned over the Tomch to see Tom on the floor.

"Yes, your honor," Charlotte West said as she fanned her son, uncertain of what else to do or say at the moment. She had to admit, though, she also felt a bit relieved. Though she was certain he had deserved one; she wasn't quite ready for the professional spanking.

After reviving and being able to stand, Tom apologised to the judge, mainly because he felt he was supposed to. Once Judge Breese was satisfied that had recovered sufficiently, he ordered Tom over to the bailiff’s table and directed him to remove all his clothing as was required by a NEWDD Offender Level Two. It seemed to Tom to be just as difficult a stripping this second time as it had been the first time at the bus stop earlier that morning. This was just as humiliating and embarrassing and he was already feeling nauseous at the thought of being around his family and friends as a totally prepubescent Nudie Juvie.

Tom got as far as taking his button-up shirt off and his shoes and socks off before he hesitated. When he did that, the judge mentioned something about possibly needing to do the induction after all.

"Yes!" Jane exclaimed quietly. Their mom didn't like that excitement about Tom’s possible punishment too much, but she let it pass without comment. She had to focus on Tom's need for readjustment at the moment.

For Tom's part, he really wanted to shoot his sister a dirty look, but he certainly couldn't afford to do that; he couldn't afford to risk having an induction assigned to him. So he quickly began removing his pants first, hoping his T-shirt would cover him longer. He blushed however as he realised his mom was looking quizzically at his smooth hairless legs while he neatly folded his pants. When he took off his T-shirt, he also caught a look of surprise from her. She was still staring at his underarms, or at least at that general area, as he was keeping them close to his upper body as he nervously folded his T-shirt.

He was pretty sure she had seen them though, noticed their total lack of hair and unbroken, unblemished smoothness, a smoothness matched by every area of his viewable body. There was just one area left to see now, and Charlotte West surprised herself by the realisation that she was actually looking forward to seeing what her eldest son looked like naked, she had not seen him in the nude for many years.

Tom thought Jane was enjoying herself way too much. Her smirking reaction alone left no doubt she had seen what he looked like bare naked at the bus stop. She left no doubt that she was fully aware of what he was about to reveal, when between her smirking Jane managed to surreptitiously slip in a quick hand gesture raising her thumb and forefinger about an inch and half apart, in a gesture designed to make him blush even more profusely about the fact she knew about his tiny prepubescent penis, that he was about to reveal.

Jane’s reaction along with having the strange anticipation that was evident in his mom's attention, again made Tom hesitate. He looked up at the judge, almost imploring him to intercede and say that he changed his mind, that he wouldn't have to go ALL the way naked. That his current state of undress was far enough!

But what the judge did was simply raise his eyebrows. And still Tom could not move. The judge picked up the gavel and looked at the sound block, like he was about to strike it. Tom knew instantly that as soon as that block was struck, he would be placed in a NEWDD punishment induction, and so he very rapidly whipped his underwear down to his ankles, instantly relieved as he watch the judge silently replace the gavel on the bench.

But Tom then realised, by the look of total shock in his own mother's eyes and face, that he was now completely exposed, and looking down immediately saw that his thirteen year old, nearly 14 year old hairless little boy penis was straining at its full 2 ½ inches of erection toward the ceiling.

His sister Jane who knew what was going to be exposed, was not in any form of shock and instantly broke out laughing.

Tom quickly covered-up, or started to, even though it was really too late for that. But as he did so, he caught the judge shaking his head remonstratively and reaching again for the gavel. It took every effort that even a grown man might have to exert to pull his arms back. His own body showed the physical demands of the restraint, as though his hands and his groin were super-powerful magnets attracted to each other, and he was slowly and only barely pulling them apart.

Even when he got his quarter-clenched hands to his side, his shaking arms looked like they were fighting the effort.

"Well," his mother said, searching for something, anything, to say in the shock of how undeveloped Tom really was, she had never considered that he would still be a bald little boy at his thirteen, nearly fourteen years of age! " You definitely don't take after your dad in any way, shape or form; which . . . . . um . . . . . could be a really good thing, Tom. In . . . . uh . . . . . some aspects."

Ah, geez. Now Tom knew one of the reasons his mom must have hooked up with his no hoper dad to start with.

Gross.

Jane was still laughing her head off, and Jimmy was laughing as well, but more so because laughter was infectious than any other reason. Tom looked over and saw that the Bailiff, too, was wiping her eyes as she had been silently laughing at him so hard. Just how hard was this NEWDD time going to be at school?? He didn't know if he could survive that, if this was any indication.

The absolute worse was looking over and seeing his mother trying to hide her laughter. Just like Jimmy, it was more because of laughter being infectious, and like Tom, she was having a lot of stress suddenly released.

The Judge, too, was smiling. Another successful test of the NUDEP system. This would work after all. He then looked down at Tom's feet and gave him a gentle reminder that technically he was still wearing his underwear, even if they were around his ankles, and that he might want to quickly remedy that. As Tom pulled his underwear off the rest of the way, blushing even further as he realised that he was STILL stripping for an audience. When he was stark naked the Bailiff approached Tom and with a noticeable ‘click’, fitted the level two NEWDD collar around Tom’s neck.

Judge Breese called his brother and sister to the bench, in the presence of their mother, and went over the basic rules and expectations of the program with them, as well as to encourage them that this punishment was not only OK, but something that his brother needed very much. By the end of that, both were very much willing to assist Tom during his NEWDD time.

Once that was done, the Judge explained to all four of the Wests about the requirement of Minders, and the necessity of choosing the Principal Minder. Tom piped up at this point, saying he felt that it should be Jimmy, since that was why he had offered himself up to start with, that was who he bullied, mainly … sort of.

The Judge immediately reprimanded him and let Tom know that he at no time could dictate the terms of his own punishment. He informed the Wests that under the NEWDD program rules, the Principal Minder had to be 12 years of age or older, therefore his decision was that Jane West would fill that role, Timothy West could be her assistant.

If Jane had had a big smile on her face before, she had an even bigger one now! This was fitting revenge she felt for Tom making her undress and bath in front of him, forcing her to reveal the first and second times that she was still totally prepubescent and the third and last time that she still showed no signs of breast development at all, but that between her legs, she begun to grow a fringe of sparse fine pubic hairs along her labia lips.

"Jane West as your brother’s Principal Minder” the Judge continued. " You have the remainder of todays school day, this evening and another full school day and evening as well as Saturday morning on which you will need to monitor your brothers NEWDD naked time. To maximise the effect, I would strongly suggest you ensure your brother would be around his peers, friends and wider family. This will maximise the effectiveness of his naked time as a NEWDD especially since your older brother seem to be lacking what most boys of his age and school grade would take for granted. Thomas West will make an excellent example for the up-and-coming youth on what happens to bullies and bad little boys, as well as provide a model for learning about the variances in the growth of the human body. Tom will make a good prepubescent late development example."

With this the Judge waved his hand vaguely at Tom's naked bald crotch, and Tom wanted to crawl into his own skin and hide. Die maybe. And he could nothing about his sister, brother and mother laughing at the Judge’s reference.

"Mrs West, for today and tomorrow I will issue your daughter Jane with a court letter exempting her from punishment if she is late to her classes whilst performing her duties as her brothers Principal Minder.”

And with that, Tom was handed over to his sister to be his Principal Minder. For the moment, Tom was seething inside, rankled at his less developed comparison by the judge, especially knowing that he used to be at the top of the puberty ladder in his grade before his developmental regression by the Ghost Patrol. He was now in the bottom percentile group for puberty development for his age and would have to grow everything again. No one would ever know the man he really had been, should be. They would forever remember him as the naked prepubescent bald little 8th grade boy.

His anger, utter humiliation and embarrassment didn't diminish through the afternoon at his middle school. He arrived back just after lunch break had concluded and had to endure a constant stream of ridicule from boys and girls he met, from his 8th grade and the younger 7th and 6th grades. Tom was able to restrain himself in responding as he didn't want to get into even further trouble, as he noticed the teachers were watching him critically to see how he interacted with his peers.

"No wonder he's a bully." Tom overheard from two of his teachers talking that first NEWDD afternoon.

"He clearly has some inferiority and anger issues. I wonder if it all results from his tiny little bald boys parts, or if there are some other issues?"

These 'misconceptions', or at least that's how Tom saw them, only increased his anger. He wasn't sure what he would do to the next kid that told him that his/her younger brother/cousin/friend wasn't nearly as small as Tom!”

Tom didn't see how this NEWDD program was supposed to help him at all. He was tired, worn out, degraded, humiliated, ashamed, angry, frustrated, irritated! How was any of this helping?????!!!

He wanted to punch a wall. Or specifically a couple of 8th graders graders who never let up on reminding Tom of how much bigger and more developed they were than him, how much more of a man they were, how puny and pathetic a little boy Tom was revealed as being despite his previous bragging. Even some 6th grade girls and boys looked down their noses at the supposed older boy, sneered at him, and in general transferring all their negative emotions and thoughts about his immaturity onto him. The whole time, Tom had to take it, knowing that if he did or said anything, he would be reported as bullying again and that was just what the teachers and Jane were waiting for.

After his last class of the day he was met by Jane who began escorting his walk to the bus stop for the trip home. Finally, some fresh air as he walked naked. He was even able to ignore many of the voices that still harassed him. His group of best friends, Brody Masters, Jacob Marsh, Adam Powers and Jack Eastman had also waited and came over to him and Jane and stood in front of him.

This was another moment he had been dreading, they had all seen him naked by now, but this was the first opportunity they had had to interact with Tom. He even started to cover up, except he heard a firm 'No’ from Jane warning him, and he left himself uncovered as he faced his closest friends. Adam, Jack and Brody just started laughing as soon as they got a good close look his naked genitals, and his best friend Jacob, gave Tom’s genitals a full on stare and had trouble pulling his eyes away as he confirmed close up the unexpected smallness and baldness of Tom’s genitals. He tried to pretend he hadn't been staring as he looked Tom in the eyes, except that Jacob was so flustered he couldn't hide his real interest from Tom.

"Tom, dude, I thought you said you actually had a dick!" Jacob said with a smirk. Brody Masters tried to take a drink from his juice, in between laughs, except it all came out his nose when Jacob threw this comment out.

Jack too was smiling, but at least he gave the mortified Tom a shrug as if to say, well, what can you do? Jack was thinking that he wasn't even sure if any 5th grade elementary school boys would have this little a package. Jack certainly hadn't been that small for years. Unlike Tom, Jack had never bragged about his sexual development but he had a small compact bush of young, black pubic hairs, a penis that though it was still on the slightly thin side, now grew to five inches long when erect and he had nuts that had dropped and hung low, between his still gangly adolescent legs. As Jack looked at Tom’s tiny genitals, he couldn't actually remember at what age he had been that size, it was so long ago and hadn't Tom always bragged about his dick size? And why at nearly 14 years of age were Tom’s nuts still so tight and small? He remembered his doctor telling him two years ago that a boys nuts were usually the first things to grow.

Adam awkwardly tried to smooth over this abrupt and uncertain impasse. "Uh ..... you know … your nakedness, it's no big thing," Adam said, vaguely indicating Tom’s crotch, before realizing exactly what he had said.

“Bad choice of words, Adam!” said Jane.

Jacob started laughing all over again, and Brody again sprayed juice out of his nose.

“Oh ....uh ..... that's not really what I meant to say ....." Adam responded.

But Jane, Jack, Brody and Jacob had started laughing and even Tom smiled, just a little. He was red as a firecracker, and he hated himself somewhat for smiling, but it was funny on some level, and it did relieve tensions a bit. Besides, these were his true friends; they didn't mean anything mean by their comments.

"You'll be OK, mate." Jacob said as he came and stood next to Tom. Adam came and stood on the other side, forcing Jane to stand slightly aside and Brody and Jack remained standing in front of Tom.

"Yeah, we'll help, you know, however we can." Adam said.

"Well, when you aren't naked anymore."

"Brody!"

"What? I'm just saying...."

"Shut up, Brody."

"It's OK," Tom finally said. "Thanks, for not leaving me standing here alone with just Jane for company."

The other boys nodded, and Adam and Jacob even clapped their friend on his back and gave him a partial bro hug. Brody leaned forward supportively and added:

"I'd hug you too and show my support, too, but you're fucking nekkid, man."

"Brody!!" the other boys called out in unison!

"What?? I'm just sayin' ...."

But Tom started laughing. It felt good. It felt like both a release of pressure and an influx of energy, something his psyche so very desperately needed. Without that laugh, he wasn't sure he would have been able to go on.

The boys walked with Jane and Tom to the bus stop and stood there and chatted like old friends as they waited for the school bus. Tom was beginning to feel almost human again.

"You know, it’s weird standing here chatting with you guys ... and I'm ... bare naked." Tom said as he couldn't help but laugh. And for the very first time he started to actually feel sort of ok with being naked in front of someone else.

"What's weird is how bald and small your dick and nuts are."

"Brody!!" Jacob exclaimed. "Seriously Brody, from what you confessed this morning at the bus stop, you can't talk!"

"What? I'm just-"

"Just saying!" Jacob and Adam finished for him.

Tom smiled. He blushed excessively, true, but he still smiled. And that in and of itself shocked him.

"It's ok guys. You're all thinking it. I am bald and small; I know. I guess I ......."

How did he explain that he really had been bigger? Perhaps even bigger than all of them, at least until that spirit had made him a baldy and shrank his dick and nuts. How did he explain that? He couldn't. He didn't! No one had seen him naked for years and years. No one would ever believe him, not Jane, not even his best friends!

Tom took a deep breath and just said what he needed to say. "I guess I just ..... made stuff up ....... so I wouldn't feel so ....."

"Small?"

"Yeah, thanks, Brody."

"You're welcome."

Tom and the other friends sighed. Brody, you just had to like him.

Tom’s friends kidded him mercilessly, as only friends can, for the next few minutes and Jane greatly enjoyed that, until the school bus arrived to take them all home.

That night Jane made sure her new dominance and control over Tom was reinforced. Tom had supervised her bath time on a number of occasions during the last year and had not just seen her naked but had deliberately stared at her naked body while supervising her bath time. He hadn’t made her spread her legs and reveal her most private girl parts, but he had seen and studied all other parts of her naked body. Now as Tom’s Principal Minder she had total control over him and his naked body. Jane decided to press her luck with her younger brother Jimmy as well and hope her mother didn’t object.

“It’s time for your bath Tom!” Jane instructed immediately after the Wests had cleaned up the kitchen after eating their evening dinner. Jimmy you may as well have your bath with Tom, as you are both still little boys, it will save water and time. Jane paused to see if her mother would say anything and whether Jimmy would object. Neither occurred, so Jane continued, “Go on up with Tom and get undressed Jimmy. I want to have a word with mom and then I will fetch the towels and be right with you.”

No one had bathed Tom since he was seven or eight years old, just like no one had seen him naked until today. Tom immediately felt the embarrassment of this demotion. He had gone from being the big brother who supervised Jane and Jimmy’s bath time to being bathed with Jimmy like a little boy as Jane took over the supervision.

“Err… Jane… err… I’m not happy about getting bathed with Jimmy” … Tom started to plead as Jane entered with the towels.

“What … why are your friends Paris and Kylie here?” Tom exclaimed as he noticed the two best friends of his sister enter behind Jane, smiling. “Why are they here, get them out?”Tom exclaimed in shock and went to cover up, until the shake of Jane’s index finger remained him that as a NEWDD he was not allowed to cover up!

Jane ran the taps and turned to Jimmy, “Hurry up Jimmy and get undressed ready for your bath.” Jane then turned to Tom and answered his question, even though he was not entitled to an answer as a NEWDD. “I decided this afternoon and when she got home, Mom agreed, that Paris and Kylie should come over, as both are now old enough to start babysitting. Tonight will therefore be a good practical experience for both to help me this evening with your bath. It will also give them skills in dealing with little boys and who knows, maybe they might even have to be a minder to a NEWDD in the future. So no more objections Tom, you’re getting bathed with Jimmy, just do as you’re told!”

The girls were grinning and the naked Tom blushed profusely, but he was not the only one blushing. Jimmy hesitated, he was 10 going on 11 and quite embarrassed about Kylie and Paris seeing him naked.

Jane looked over at her younger brother and snapped, “I said get ready for your bath. That means get naked and be quick about it Jimmy!”

With no apparent option, Jimmy slowly began to undress, all the time nervously looking at the girls who were eagerly awaiting his unveiling. Slowly Jimmy undressed and was ready for his bath revealing his still prepubescent body and a fully erect penis, at a little under three inches. Bigger by almost half an inch compared to the much older Tom’s two and a half inch boner. Like Tom he had a small pair of testicles within a tight scrotum that was pulled up tightly against his body.

“Look how small Tom is, Jimmy is bigger already than his older brother!” Kylie exclaimed.

Tom saw Paris, Jane and even Jimmy smirk at Kylie’s comment, as he stood in front of them stark naked and fully exposed.

“Your big brother is not very big at all, is he! He used to brag about how big and developed his junk was, but now he’s a NEWDD, the real truth is revealed.” commented Paula.

Kylie looked down and pointed at Tom’s formally most private of boy parts. “Yeah, so much for all his bragging. He’s still just a bald little boy.”

Tom went to cover up again due to all the comments about his lack of development, only to get a hard smack on his bare bottom from Jane. “Hands on your head little boy! You know no covering up is allowed!” ordered Jane

Tom let out a loud gasp as he felt the sting of the smack. Kylie and Paris giggled as a tear of humiliation flowed down Tom’s cheek. He instantly did as Jane ordered.

“That’s how you deal with little boys who are naughty.” Jane informed her two friends.

Both Jane’s friends gave Tom the biggest smirks and Tom went a deeper shade of red. Jane smiled too when Jimmy’s distinctive chuckle was also heard.

Jane shut off the taps and ordered, “OK you little boys, hop in the tub.”

Tom slid under the soapy water fast in a deliberate effort to hide his hairless little boy parts from Kylie and Paris. Jimmy then got in and placed his legs either side of Tom’s and leant back with his arms on the sides of the bath. Jane began to wash Jimmy’s hair first, then Tom’s with the girls helping as Jane instructed. When that was finished, Jane ordered to Tom, “Up you get little boy. Hands on your head and legs apart.”

Jane gave Tom a smirk as he momentarily hesitated, “Sometimes little boys need reminding to do as they’re told, regardless of whether they are a NEWDD or not. Do I need to spank you Tom?”

Tom did not want that and immediately shot up out of the water.

Jane gave her friends and Tom another smirk.

“Something seems to have encouraged the naughty little boy to do as he’s told!” Kylie commented.

Jane, Paris and Jimmy laughed out loud at Kylie’s comment and Kylie, Paris and Jimmy all giggled as Jane soaped up Tom’s bald little boy bits. Her fingers then gripped his prepubescent penis and rolled his tight protruding foreskin right back exposing his pink head for the very first time. The girls almost fell about giggling as the head suddenly popped out, but Jimmy looked on with a shocked expression, wondering if he was going to suffer the same exposure.

“When bathing little boys, you must always make sure you clean under here.” Jane indicated to her two friends.

When washing the head of Tom’s penis, Jane said to her two friends, “This of course is where a boy’s pee comes out and as we learnt in health class, something else can squirt out here too, but despite his age, Tom has to become a big boy first, before that can happen.”

Jane then got Jimmy up so he had to go through this same humiliation, including washing under his foreskin.

Tom’s embarrassment continued as the two smiling girls watched as Jane got Tom up again for rinsing. She ended with rinsing his penis and ball sack. Both girls giggled again as Tom’s previously most private boy parts flopped about. She then told Tom to step out so he could be dried. As he stood facing the girls, they gave him a huge grin when Jane informed them that they could dry Tom’s body while she finished rinsing off Jimmy.

Kylie and Paris grabbed two towels and nervously started on Toms arms and chest, and then got down and began to dry his legs, their faces only a few inches from his preciously most private boy parts. Legs done, Kylie grabbed Tom’s little boy erection and sniggered as she yanked the foreskin right back to fully expose the reddish aroused head and rubbed the towel back and forth. Not to be outdone, Paris pushed Kylie aside and repeated the drying of his little boy genitals.

Seeing her friends shoving each other about to get access to Tom’s boy parts, Jane took control, “The little boy is all dry girls, that will do. Tom you need to go off to bed. Remember you’re a NEWDD so you will sleep naked!”

The giggling girls stood aside as Tom with his thin 2½ inch stiffie, its pink head fully out, hurriedly rushed out of the bathroom towards his bedroom.

As a level two NEWDD, teasing and minor fondling was allowed and the next morning with Jane’s permission, Jess Denton, Abby Taylor’s best friend, made sure she exercised that right on the bus to school. She sat next to Tom on the bus, making Jacob Marsh reluctantly move from the seat next to the naked Tom to sit in the seat behind, beside Abby.

"Hey, great show West" gloated Jess as she sat next to the red faced Tom.

"For you, maybe," muttered a dejected Tom.

"I think school's going to be one great show today, and like yesterday you're going to be the star."

"Please, Jess it’s bad enough being naked and exposed! Don’t do anything more!”begged Tom.

“Just give up on it Jess!” Abby called out to her friend from the seat behind. She was still in shock at how undeveloped Tom had been revealed as being and had not been able to bring herself to talk to Tom about it. She felt deep pity for him. Being exposed as a little boy must have been the worst thing imaginable. She wanted to comfort him … but …

"Ok, I'll keep quiet Abby, but as Tom is a level two NEWDD, I can do this," replied Jess as she began blatantly fondling his previously most private body parts!

Abby gasped at what her friend was doing. Jess had gotten to feel up the boy she still had a crush on before she had the opportunity!

Jane as Tom’s monitor, supervised from the seat across the aisle, very happy to see Tom’s shocked reaction when Jess began touching him.

Tom knew the NEWDD rules that applied to him as a level two and didn't say a word all the way to school, but he did let out numerous moans and gasps from time to time. To add to his consternation, Jess's ministrations kept him hard for the entire ride. To his his relief he avoided cuming, not even a dry one. This fact made him wonder if he could even have a dry cum after the Ghost Patrol visit! The thought of what he had lost, brought a tear rolling down his cheek.

As soon as the bus arrived and Tom was off the bus escorted by his sister Jane, his naked state was noticed and he was instantly assaulted by a gaggle of kids who knew the NEWDD rules. Roving hands were soon feeling everywhere on Tom’s body. Just how hard was it going to be at school all day as a NEWDD?? The revelation of his lack of development would spread like wildfire. He didn't know if he could survive the rest of the day if what he had experienced so far this morning was any indication.

"O … M …G!!" Came a loud startled voice.

Shit. Oh no. No. No. Shit, shit, shit. Tom cringed. This second day of being a NEWDD had just got way worse. He knew that voice behind him; at least he was pretty sure he did.

"Whoa! Tom West is fully naked! I don’t believe it! … Hey, who’s the girl holding your hand Tom?”

“I think that’s his little sister?” a second surprised voice added.

Oh geez. He really did know both those voices that were behind him. He most definitely did not want to turn around to confirm his assessment.

His current situation had . . . . . without a single doubt … JUST GOT WAY WORSE!!!

"Turn around, Tom." Jane said with an evil smile. "Don't be rude."

Tom just shook his head. Anything but this. ANYTHING but this.

"Hello girls, yes I am Tom’s sister Jane, I gather you know my brother?” Jane asked to the visitors behind Tom.

“Oh yes we know Tom, we’re in the same grade as him.” informed the first voice.

"Tom, be a good little NEWDD boy and turn around and be nice." Jane insisted.

"Jane, please . . . . ." Tom was begging, starting to sweat, except that it was a cold sweat, and he hushed his voice and pleaded, "I will let you bath me all the time like last night, if you don’t make me turn around … for as long as you want, I swear Jane, but please don’t make me turn around!”

Jane did even consider the offer, this was too good an opportunity to humble her brother in front of the girl Jane knew Tom had a crush upon! So Jane shook her head and just pulled the NEWDD discipline paddle out of her backpack. "Do I have to tell you again, little boy?!”

“No … No … “ Ok, things could actually get even worse than WORST. If Jane spanked him in front of those two girls. That would definitely be much, much, much, much worse. He would still be forced to show himself and there would then be the added humiliation of being spanked and no doubt he would be left sobbing like a real little boy, he knew he wasn’t good at taking spanks. “No, Mam," he meekly answered to his sister and minder Jane

“What goes, West? Why is your little sister bossing you around naked here at school?" Liz Burnett asked.

"Uh, ... 'little boy'? . . . . . 'No Mam'?" Belle Dickens asked behind him in a state of surprise and shock.

It was bad enough that Liz Burnett was going to see him bare naked, but a thousand times worse that Belle Dickens the other girl would. Oh why did the Ghost Patrol have to regress his development and take away all of his manhood????

"Because I'm a NEWDD Offender, and my sister Jane is my Principal Minder," Tom answered the girls.

"Basically, I'm his babysitter," Jane said proudly.

Very slowly Tom began turning around to face the girls behind him as Jane had requested, working even harder than ever to keep his hands to his side.

"Holly shit!!! … Would you look at that!!" Liz Burnett exclaimed loudly, as she saw Tom's lack of full frontal glory for the first time. She pointed and laughed and hardly got the next sentence out she was laughing so hard. "You … you sure … you sure got … the baby part of that right!”

“Tom … what the … " Belle Dickens asked from beside her friend Liz, unable to stop herself from staring in a mixture of shock, horror, surprise, and curiosity at Tom’s total lack of development. This definitely wasn't what she thought the boy she had been flirting with in the lunchroom would look like naked! This was a nearly fourteen year old eighth grade boy who was in reality still a bald little boy!

"Well, you were right about one thing, Belle," Liz started to say, hardly able to keep herself from continuing laughing, “He does have a really nice ass. But he sure doesn't have anything else going on."

"Tom … I … uh … you’re still a little boy … so small … so bald! I thought … I thought you’d have so much more” … Belle exclaimed, totally confused and at a loss about what she was seeing. She was actually starting to feel quite uncomfortable about it.

"It's just . . . . . . . . it's just that it's cold, Belle!" Tom blurted out, trying to defend his little boy genitalia and not even trying to explain his lack of pubic hair. The more unfortunate thing, though, was that as he stood there, in front of the beautiful girl on whom he had had a crush for two years, the girl that had just now started to get interested in him, he was starting to get a stiffy. And he knew the full extent of his full 2 ½ inches of erection would be utterly unimpressive, and totally leave him without any excuse --- like 'it's cold'.

"Oh yeah, right; I'm sure it's not the cold, West." Liz said, rolling her eyes, "Your still a totally prepubescent bald little boy, I bet most 10 year old boys are bigger than what you’ve got.”

Liz knelt down in front of Tom and closely inspected his genitals.

“Not a single pubic hair Beth! Not even peach fuzz! He’s completely bald!”.

“He’s in the 8th grade, maybe he shaves,” one of the other kids who had stopped in the hallway to watch chimed in.

“What level NEWDD is he Jane?” Liz asked.

“Level 2.”

“I very much doubt he shaves down there, but being a level 2 NEWDD I can check that out!” Liz responded.

She reached out and ran the tips of her fingers over Tom’s bald pubis, then along the sides of his throbbing penis to his ball sack. Tom quivered and gulped at Liz’s light touch on this most sensitive of body areas.

“Absolutely no stubble! He’s still a baldy.”

“Oh! … Really … Oh Tom!” … Belle stuttered in despair and shock,

"Just shut up, Liz!" Tom exclaimed, the humiliation and embarrassment of her comments and Belle’s reaction to them overwhelming him.

‘Smack!’

Tom let out a howl that was part from surprise and part pain from the sting of the punishment paddle on his butt cheeks. Jane knew she couldn't let that last outburst toward Liz go unpunished; not unless she wanted to spend a little naked time himself as a NEWDD for failing in her duty as his minder.

"Bend over, spread your legs and keep your hands on your knees." Jane instructed.

‘Smack!’

Tom stood up as the second whack brought a piercing howl of pain ringing out from him and echoing down the school hallway, as Jane let into her brother with all she had. There was no way she was going to publicly expose her humiliatingly under developed body as a NEWDD, because she had failed in her duty as Tom’s Principal Minder.

"I said bend over, little boy!! And when I'm done you will apologise to this Liz for what you said!"

No one would have expected the ferocity of command from Jane, but everyone can get high with enough power, and now she was really shaming Tom. All those pent up desires and rage about her brother came forth, although Liz and Belle along with the other kids in the hallway were too distracted to notice. Tom especially was too scared and hurting too much to even think of hesitating now, and he leaned forward quickly to do as he was told. He had just gotten his legs spread and hands on his knees when the next smack landed:

‘Smack!’

Tom howled out pitifully and was unfortunately already crying, well before the fourth …

‘Smack!’

fifth

‘Smack!’

and sixth

‘Smack!’

And there Jane ended it.

"Now stand-up straight, look Liz in the eye and apologize."

Tom was sobbing, and not just from the fresh pain in his ass, but also from the utter and irreparable humiliation of being spanked in front of the girl he loved, the girl with whom he had actually had a serious chance with before the visit by the Ghost Patrol, the girl that even now was looking at him with something between sympathy and disgust, along with the strange feeling of guilt she was experiencing at having witnessed this. He cried and cried some more. He wiped the snot from his nose, as he choked out a stuttered apology to Liz for telling her to shut up.

Belle had suffered enough and wanted to get away from Tom. “Uh … sorry Tom … I gotta get to class … Liz, come on, we’ve gotta get going … come on Liz, I gotta go now … lets go!!"

Belle couldn't even look at Tom and was blushing horribly herself as she tried to pull Liz away.

"Belle wait, Tom has more punishment to do, since he has a hard-on and that’s deemed offensive under the NEWDD rules!” Jane said real fast. She didn’t want them to leave as Tom’s erection had provided her with another punishment opportunity!

Belle paused and waited to see what Jane was so excited about.

"Tom,, I order you to jerk your hard on off, and remember you better yell ‘I’m Cumming’ before you shoot, that is if you can actually shoot!”

Tom looked at Jane in horror, though he was much too scared to refuse at this point. Belle also looked at Tom in horror, she was much too shocked with this latest development to continue in her attempts to flee. Liz smiled and her facial reaction looked like 'Oh yeah, this is going to be good.'

Tom wasn't sure what he was more horrified of, the fact that he had to jerk off in front of the girls and the others watching, perhaps forever pushing an image of disgust and ridicule of himself into the beautiful Belle Dicken's mind, or the fact that he found his hand, almost of its own accord, coming forward to grab a hold of his erection and starting to move up and down, at least as best he could in an awkward way on his newly shortened and shrunk appendage, right there in front of Belle, Liz, Jane and all the other kids that his recent spanking had attracted.

Tom received more and more applause from the crowd as he stroked along, and poor Belle just got more and more embarrassed, even as the smiles on Jane and Liz's faces got bigger and bigger, and, despite the fact of this being a public performance, he was soon hitting squeaky high notes from unintended moans and grunts and only very barely remembered to shout out "I'M CUMMING!!" as to his surprise a small quantity of clear liquid dribbled out. It was a significantly diminished amount to what he had been able to produce for some time until the Ghost Patrol visit. It was clear, not creamy but all the same, he could at least still produce something, he wasn’t a total dry cummer! Nevertheless it was extremely embarrassing, both as a reminder of what his balls could no longer do and as a reminder of what he just did in public!

"You better be cleaning that up!" Jane ordered.

Tom just nodded and said “Yes, Mam” as he came down from the crowd blocking orgasm, and the embarrassing reality of what he had just done in public really set in.

"OMG, West, that was ..." Liz wasn't sure if she wanted to say 'pitiful', 'disgusting', or something else entirely. It had definitely been entertaining. But, before she could say anything at all, Belle ducked her head in complete mortification and pulled her friend away.

Jane was standing there, initially triumphant, but the sad look on Belle’s face as she hurried away pulling the laughing Liz with her, gave her some pause.

"Here you go, Tom.” it was Abby Taylor who suddenly appeared beside him and handed him some tissues. "Use these to clean that deposit up and you can throw them away in that trash can over there."

"You saw that Abby?" Tom asked, his face falling even farther, and feeling something inside him drop even further than that.

"Yes, I did. I think you did a good job, considering you had to do it in public. With the size of your balls, I was surprised that anything could come out."

Both Tom and Abby reddened at the last comment. Neither Tom nor Abby could bring themselves to say anything more, so Tom soundlessly bent down to where the dribble of cum had landed and wiped up the pitiful amount. As he bent over to wipe it up, he once again became aware that his butt hole was on display to everyone, but what could he do about it?

Nothing.

Nothing, except turn an even deeper red.

Tom only got two respites during the day from what was a horrendously humiliating and embarrassing second day at school as a NEWDD.

The first came at lunch break when NEWDD rules allowed him to eat peacefully like everyone else, even if he was still naked? Lunch period was a safe haven during which Tom couldn't be touched, ordered to do anything sexual, or be spanked.

The second came on the bus ride home when Tom was surprised as his friend Jacob Marsh and Abby Taylor escorted his tormentor from that mornings ride to school, thirteen year old Jess Denton onto the bus and made her sit next to him. To Tom’s great delight, Jess, like him, was now totally naked and wearing a level two NEWDD collar!

Tom didn't even bother to ask for an explanation as to how Jess had become a NEWDD but instead took the opportunity to immediately get even with her for his morning mauling and fondling by her. Tom was fast becoming familiar with the mysteries of the female body. He had now seen naked, his sister Jane, Cheryl Prentiss and the female ghost. He had however only seen but not touched, but now with Jess being a level 2 NEWDD, Tom was provided with the opportunity to touch and explore a naked female body with almost no restrictions and with legal approval.

Tom reciprocated that mornings fondling of his body by doing the same to Jess. He felt up her firm, nubile breasts and ran his fingers through her triangle of thick curly pubic hair above her prominent pink labia lips that surrounded the thin dark slit that drove down between her legs.

Jess moaned loudly as Tom slipped a finger between her pink labia lips and explored for the first time the most private and secret part of a girl. As Tom explored with his index finger he felt Jess becoming wetter and wetter until she was totally soaked. Then he located what he had heard about at the top of her slit, Jess’s clitoris. The moment Tom ran his finger over the little bump, Jess gave out a loud moan and shivered about on the seat next to Tom.

“Jess, control yourself, you’ll give us girls a bad name!” said a giggling Abby as she leaned forward from the seat behind. Jacob Marsh who was sitting next to Abby chuckled and clenched his body, trying to limit his own throbbing arousal at what his best friend was doing to Jess Denton. Giving up at being able to control his feelings, Jacob then reached forward and put his arms around Jess’s body and started fondling her breasts and nipples.

As Jacob fondled Jess’s breasts, Tom stroked her clitoris. The fondling of both boys drove Jess’s body totally crazy.

“Oh my god!” she screamed and bucked her hips up and down to the rhythm of Tom’s finger. Nether Tom, Jacob or Abby had ever witnessed anything like this before. Jess opened her eyes wide, as she had never experienced anything so humiliating, so embarrassing, so good, in her whole life and that combination of feelings combined with Jacob and Tom’s fondling sent her over the top.

Jess’s public orgasm hit her hard! She moaned, then screamed as the first and then even more powerful waves of pleasure hit her body.

Abby and Jacob snickered from the seat behind!

Wave after wave of pleasure coarsed through Jess’s body and showed little sign of stopping as Tom for the next fifteen seconds or so kept up his stroking of her now swollen clitoris.

For some reason, unlike that mornings bus ride, the humiliated, embarrassed and now stunned Jess Denton wasn't at all inclined to reciprocate.

That evening after dinner Jane again supervised Tom and Jimmy’s bath with the enthusiastic help of her friends Paris and Kylie.

Tom’s NEWDD time did not end untill midday on Saturday, so he had to remain naked until the expiry time. Jane made him clean the yard, both back and front but she also allowed him an an hour of naked time alone in the house. He kept to his bedroom and away from Jane as much as was possible during that time but as the time for his NEWDD time to expire, his Mom drove him, Jane and Jimmy to the courthouse to have his NEWDD collar removed. His naked walk into the courthouse made him get very nervous about his naked state all over again. However when he walked out wearing shorts and a t-shirt he felt ever so good,

On the drive home, Charlotte West took the opportunity to inform Tom that the Ghost Patrol had been in touch with her after his court imposed NEWDD punishment. She told Tom that she now knew that he had been much more developed than his current appearance. She had agreed with the Ghost Patrol that his developmental regression was a fitting punishment to emphasise that bullying had consequences.

When Tom thought about it, it made sense. The Ghost Patrol would have had to inform his mother and get her permission at some point.

Charlotte West then looked purposely at Jane who blushed and then with some reluctance informed Tom that it was her that had first reported his bullying and bad attitude to the Ghost Patrol. She informed that she should have told her mother that she had partitioned the Ghost Patrol, so that it would not have been such a surprise to their mother.

“The honest truth is that I didn’t mention it, because I didn’t expect them to respond. As a consequence of not telling Mom, she organised for the Ghost Patrol to visit me last night! As you all know, I am very lacking in development for my age and as a result of their visit, I have been regressed in development even further. I didn’t have any breast growth to loose but I have lost the sparse growth of pubic hairs that I had begun to grow. On mom’s orders, I have been demoted to being a little girl again and Mom says I probably won’t restart puberty until I am at least thirteen and a half!”

Tom looked shocked at the news whilst Jimmy giggled.

Jane went on to inform Tom that she didn’t know that he had once been much more developed than his current little boy look until their mother told her today!

Charlotte West then informed Tom that she approved of him being demoted in puberty development and was not just a late developer. She felt it reinforced the loss of all his bragging rights. He was now suffering the full consequences of his actions due to the way he had bullied Jimmy and Jane! He had instantly become a much nicer human after he became little boy again, therefore she had decided that he needed to learn a life lesson; a lesson that would stay with him for the rest of his life.

To Tom’s extreme shock, his mother informed Tom that she had instructed the Ghost Patrol, that he was to remain at the very bottom of the lowest percentage band for his age in pubic hair growth and penis size and that he was not to have his previous maturity levels restored. This would mean in all probability, that he would not begin his second puberty development until he was around fifteen and a half years old.

Jimmy and Jane both gasped at this revelation.

To say Tom was horrified at his mother’s decision, would be an understatement. For a brief moment, he had seen a way of restoring his lost maturity! After his NEWDD humiliations and embarrassments in front of his family and peers, he would actually have been little inclined to brag about his restored body development to anyone but his closest friends if it had happened.

Charlotte West then turned her attention to Jimmy and congratulated him on his mature behaviour recently. She then informed him that as a reward, she had requested the Ghost Patrol promote him in puberty development to the top percentage band for his age in pubic hair growth and penis size. However they had refused as they only did punishments and not rewards, so very rarely did puberty progressions. However she advised Jimmy, that the Ghost Patrol had eventually agreed to progress him after some negotiation, not as a reward but as an aspect of Tom and Janes punishments, as it added another aspect to the consequences of their actions. The Ghost Patrol representative agreed that having the youngest sibling as the most mature would add considerably to both older siblings embarrassment punishment.

Charlotte West then told her shocked children that soon, their youngest sibling would actually be the most mature, as Tim would in all probability, reach puberty well before Tom and most probably before Jane as well. She then advised Tom and Jane that because of this, effective immediately, James would be taking over the supervision of bath time and babysitting duties at the West household.

Tom and Jane blushed profusely at this news whilst James was beaming with pride and excitement!

“But I’m no longer a NEWDD, I don’t need to be supervised in the bathroom.” asserted Tom.

“Yeah and I am nearly 13, I don’t need to supervised either” Jane added.

“You are both still a prepubescent little boy and little girl, despite your age. James will soon in all likelihood, be the most sexually mature of the three of you. I have quickly grown to like Janes idea of communal bathing. I want no more arguing, from tonight, James will be your bath time supervisor!” informed Charlotte West very forcefully.

And so that evening it was a fully dressed James West who ran the taps and supervised bath time. He had the enthusiastic help of Jane’s friends Paris Hernandez and Kylie MacDonald.

When Jane was reluctant to undress in front of her two friends, James ordered, “Hurry up Jane you need to get undressed ready for your bath, like Tom.”

After their initial shock at the reversal of roles, Kylie and Paris quickly became enthusiastic helpers and even offered to help Jane undress! Jane hesitated, she was very embarrassed about Kylie and Paris seeing her stark naked.

James looked over at his older sister and snapped, “I said get ready for your bath, little girl and be quick about it!”

With no option, Jane slowly began to undress, all the time nervously looking at her girlfriends who were smirking and eagerly awaiting her unveiling. Slowly Jane continued to undressed and was eventually naked like Tom, revealing her still totally prepubescent body.

“Would you look at that Paris, I knew she was flat chested but between her legs … nothing! Jane is still totally a little girl!” Kylie exclaimed.

“Yeah the bare naked truth is now revealed!” exclaimed Paris.

Even Tom had a smirk at the girl’s comments, despite himself standing there stark naked and fully exposed.

With James now supervising aspects of his life that only a few days earlier, he would not have thought possible, the full consequences of Tom’s actions had now come home to roost in a very hefty, embarrassing and humiliating payment.

Tom’s demotion was already feeling complete. James was even calling Tom, Tommy, like his Mom used to call him when he was much younger. However Tom suffered even more humiliation and embarrassment when, after a few months, Abby Taylor was appointed by Charlotte West to supervise bath time on the occasions James was unavailable. Tom and Jane were mortified but Abby felt all her christmases had come at once.

Within the next month, puberty started for James West. First his testicles dropped, then his penis lengthened and thickened and pubic hair began to grow. First as two little patches of hair either side of his penis and then they linked up to for a little ring of pubes circling over the top of his penis. After six months puberty had fully started for him and he had a thick triangular bush of pubes covering the whole of his pubis and even some hairs on his hanging ball sack. An increase in his muscle tone also began showing and although he was not noticeably taller than a lot of the guys in his grade, he had it over them and his two older siblings where it really mattered.

James was not all that modest about his body and often stripped naked after supervising Jane and Tommy’s joint bath time. They both saw their younger sibling shoot past them in the puberty stakes. Jane as predicted reentered puberty soon after she turned thirteen and a half years old and Tom finally reentered puberty at about fifteen and a half years of age.

When all put together for Tom West, the noticeable changes along with the hidden changes to his genitals and pubic hair meant that his once dominant physical edge was gone, his bragging rights, his commanding presence, his own protection from bullies, all were gone or greatly reduced. Being demoted to the very bottom of the lowest percentage band for his age in pubic hair growth and penis size meant he was a little boy way longer than anyone in his grade and almost all boys in the two grades below him had also started puberty before him!

The End

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