It's
Not Fair 14
By Cassie
puericil@hotmail.com
Copyright 2014 by Cassie, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit 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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This story is set in
the Puericil
Universe.
See chapter 1 for an
explanation
about this series. This is another selection of letters from the "It’s
Not Fair!" letter
column, in "Boy Stuff" magazine. In them, boys complain about
how little privacy they are allowed, and about the double standard that
makes
it OK for people to see them naked but protects girls’ modesty. The
intention
of this article is illustrating the attitude changes that the
Conservative
Resurgence has brought about: children, particularly male children, are
firmly
controlled by adult authority figures, who often make a point of
emphasizing
that control, in order to keep boys in their place and out of trouble.
Please feel free to
contribute any
similar
letters if you wish to, and I’ll be happy to write the magazine’s
response.
Thanks
to the anonymous contributor who wrote Peter's letter.
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Letter
published in the It’s Not
Fair section of the magazine called Boy Stuff:
Peter (18
years old)
Dear It's not fair,
I apologize if I’m
taking too much of your
space as I imagine you get many letters but I’ve got so much to tell
and
there’s really no one I can turn to. The point is I’m SO FRUSTRATED!
Most boys
I know who are kept on Puericil are allowed to stop taking it when they
are around
16. At least at my school. But, you see, mom started making me take it
when I
was already 18. Now how baffling is that? And how did I even let it
happen? I
mean, I guess I’ve only myself to blame, but still I think it’s totally
absurd
since I’m about the only senior at my high school that’s still on
medication.
It’s been a few months
now since my life took a
drastic change. And I do mean for the worse. I was never a bad kid by
any
means. I’ve always respected my elders and behaved at home and outside.
I'm a
single child of a now single mom who gave me a strict traditional
education and
I was always under good care. Mom always took pride in saying to her
friends
that she “didn’t need any drugs to keep me in line” despite parental
group
pressure. So I thought I’d be spared.
That’s when I started
dating Jenny Pierce.
Since I was too small to play football I ended up joining the junior
varsity
wrestling team. I wrestle in the lower weight classes but my record’s
pretty
decent. Jenny was one of our cheerleaders. She’s a cute sporty blond
with
lovely blue eyes and the sweetest face. I just love when she cheers for
us.
It’s a real booster. She’s only 16, but being such an A-grade student
she
skipped a class, that’s why we’re in the same class this year. Since we
got so
see each other a lot and were fond of each other we soon started dating.
Well, Jenny was my very
first date with a girl.
I’m old enough now, right? I mean most of my classmates have had steady
girlfriends since entering high-school. Of course I knew I had to get
permission from mom and introduce Jenny to her. Luckily she liked her
immediately and gave us her consent as long as we behaved, which meant
that until
she decided both of us were mature enough we were only allowed to hold
hands
and kiss. Most importantly, she didn’t want any of us to neglect our
studies.
Since I had never
kissed a girl before I was
really excited and it became a bit of an obsession. I guess I got over
excited
one night as I was walking her back home through the park. All of a
sudden I
got some urge and grabbed her around the waist, pulled her and tried to
kiss
her. She resisted me but I didn’t let go. I guess I was a bit rough
because she
yelled at me to stop now and seemed really upset. She had to smack me
on the
face to make me let go. Then she ran away obviously mad at what I had
done. I
really didn’t mean it and was going to apologize the next day at
school.
Unfortunately that same night, Jenny told her mom who called mine right
away.
I had never seen mom so
angry. “How could you,
Pete? I’m so disappointed. I see I’ve been far too lenient with you
these last
years.” And then she dropped the bomb “This is it! From now on I’m
putting you
on Puericil. And I don’t care how old you are! You’re going to learn
some
manners boy!” I was absolutely devastated and thought she overreacted.
I tried
to talk her out of it but she wouldn’t listen. I was restless and
couldn’t
sleep that night. I thought about running away for a moment but I new
it would only
make things worse.
Next morning, when I
came down for breakfast
mom was waiting for me with a glass of water and a pill. But I just
couldn’t
make myself take it, not at my age. It was out of the question. So I
refused,
plain simple. I was almost a man now for god sakes! It felt so unfair.
There
was no way I was going to be treated like a little boy again. I just
wouldn’t
let it happen. But happen it did. I was surprised mom didn’t insist I
take the
pill that morning. She just walked away saying in a very calm but
determined
way “We’ll see about that son.”
I didn’t hear from her
after that incident. So
how did it happen? I still don’t know for sure. She must’ve slipped
something
in my food or drink or whatever because not even a week later, I
started noticing
physical changes. First when I showered I started losing body hair and
soon I
was as bare as a newborn, not even a stitch of pubes! Can you imagine
that on an
18 year old?
But it was not the only
thing. I felt sort of
weaker and even though I work out every morning (I have a set of
weights under
my bed) I couldn’t lift half the weight I used to. I even noticed my
biceps
looked noticeably smaller in the mirror, almost puny I’d say. But what
made me
really really anxious was that my p… p oh I can’t even bring myself to
say it…
but whatever… my peenie as I have to call it now, well it’s become like
really
really smallish. Not that it was ever very big. I mean I’ve know since
middle
school I was a bit under average compared to my fellow classmates but
nothing
like now. It was certainly not the size you’d expect on an 18 year old.
Oh I
can’t help crying as I’m writing... it makes me so irritated at
everything
…It’s just that it’s become SO TINY, almost like an infant. Can
Puericil really
do that to you? Did mom give me the wrong dose? I’ve become so
self-conscious I
don’t even dare talk to anyone about it, not even mom. You see, I’m a
really
private person, and not even mom had seen me naked since I hit puberty.
I’m so
afraid about anyone knowing I just want to hide it in a safe place.
It’s really
so unfair!
As if it wasn’t enough,
now I just couldn’t
stand up to mom anymore. I was too helpless to argue about anything she
said,
even the smallest matters. I mean just a week later she came back one
morning with
Puericil tablets. This time she handed me a pill and a glass and I just
took it
without even a word, and swallowed it like a good little boy before
eating my
breakfast. Inside I really wanted to argue about it, yet I just
couldn’t get
the impulse to say anything. Words just didn’t come out like before.
All these
changes really put me through so much stress. It feels like I’m living
in a
total haze.
Pretty soon mom imposed
a complete new set of
rules around the house. I had to follow each one of them for as long as
I’d be
living under her roof she said. Let me tell you, there were so many she
actually had to print them and frame them in both the living room and
my
bedroom so that I would learn them by heart. Some are really
ridiculous, like
my bedtime hours are 7:30pm during the week and 8:30pm during weekends.
Or I
can’t watch TV unless supervised and only during weekends. I’m not even
allowed
Internet access anymore unless supervised and only if it’s for homework
research.
And if I ever fail to follow any of those stupid rules, I can assure
you my
bottom is reminded by a hard over the knee bare bottom spanking with
mom’s
thick hairbrush. Oh you’d think a big boy like me could take a spanking
but
believe me, she spanks extra hard. And whenever she spanks I have to
recite
each rule aloud in the correct order while she marks each one with a
loud
spank. And there are 25! But it’s really difficult because the spanks
hurt and
make it difficult to concentrate. And each time I make a mistake or
skip one,
mom starts all over again. Now I can do it all in one go and even
backwards,
but at the beginning I would get so worked up I had to repeat at least
30 times
before I got it right and I was often reduced to a kicking blubbering
and
sobbing punished child! Oh I just hate getting my bottom paddled silly
by mom.
Isn’t there another way?
But that’s not all. You
see, mom attends
Tupperware parties every Saturday night so she has to leave the house.
Since
I’m not to be left home alone she got me a babysitter. Me, an 18 year
old! Now
come on, how embarrassing is that?! And guess what, it’s Jenny, my very
own
girlfriend. Well I couldn’t think of a worst choice. Mom says she’s the
only
responsible girl she knows and trusts. So she talked with her mom who
thought
it was a wonderful idea. Jenny thought it would be a bit awkward
babysitting
her 18 year old boyfriend but since she was offered an allowance and
could
spend more time with me she agreed. When mom first showed her the board
rules
and she learned she would have to bathe me she felt a bit
uncomfortable. Of
course that was before she saw me naked.
I can still see her
shocked look and hear a dead
silence followed by a hysterical fit of giggles when she pulled my
tighty-whities down and discovered my tiny boy parts. “And to think I
always
pictured you as a young man when you were just a little boy all along!”
she
said. I wanted to cry out that I was not always like that. That it was
probably
because of that stupid drug. But I felt too
debilitated and paralyzed, shaking like a leaf standing in front of her
as she
was sitting on the bathroom stool staring at my privates. “But it’s so
cute”
she said with a playful smile as she lifted the tip of my peenie like
it was
some oddity. “Oh and you have the sweetest little testies to match” she
added
poking at one of my now very little balls. “I guess I was anxious for
nothing,
it won’t be any different than bathing my little 4 year old nephew.”
she added.
Yeah now she thinks it’s funny, well it’s not! I was so ashamed.
Believe me, I
had never felt so humiliated in my life.
Then I started
sniffling and sobbing just there
in front of her. I couldn’t control it and just broke down crying “P…
PLEASE
Jenny promise you won’t t… t… tell anyone, I beg you J… Jenny…
ouhouhou”.
Standing before her, I felt like an overgrown, oafish child. As if
bestowing a
great gift, she reached out her arms to me with the sweetest
sorry-smile I had
ever seen and I felt myself bending forward to be taken in her embrace.
Reflexively I buried my face in the comfort of her shoulder as she
patted my
back while I cried loudly. Oh boy did I cry and cry endlessly… “There,
there,
it'll be alright Pete. Don’t worry my dear little boy. I promise I
won’t tell
anyone if you listen to me and promise to be a good boy when I babysit
you.
There, there, now cry all you want its ok.” she said trying to soothe
me. From
then on it was implicit between us that I was no longer to be seen as a
“boyfriend” but a mere child who depended upon his babysitter for even
the
slightest decisions like watching TV or buying sweets in a candy store.
Even though I still
liked Jenny I dreaded those
Saturdays because of bath time rules. You see when mommy also bathes me
now,
but she does it in a very matter-of-fact way. Sure she scrubs me good
all over
and gets me real clean, but it’s over quick. But Jenny always seems to
take
extra time washing my boy parts like they need special care. It’s
really
embarrassing for me having to stand there with hands over my head while
she
soaps my peenie and testies. And she always does it extra slow. I have
to bend
over while she washes my bottom too. Does she always have to poke a
finger into
my tushie like that? It always makes me gasp. I keep telling her it’s
uncomfortable but she says it's the best way to get my little
potty-hole clean.
I don’t know why, but whenever she does it I always get a stiffie which
makes
it even more embarrassing. I think Jenny’s curious to see if my peenie
grows
big when I get a stiffie because she makes me turn around and stand at
attention.
But unfortunately it doesn’t. It just stays real small but points up
like a
little finger. And why does she always have to say my thingie is so
cute? Boys
peenies aren’t supposed to be cute right?
And then when she’s
almost done she always ends
up saying “Now it’s spurtie time”. That’s how she calls it. She says
it’s good
before going to bed that my peenie cries little tear drops so that
it’ll make
me sleep better. But what does she know about it? So she retracts my
foreskin
and soaps the tip of my very pinkish headie real good and just rubs her
index
on the tip. I really squirm because I’m extra sensitive there. But she
just
keeps on. She rubs my headie real quick until I spurt my “boy juices”
as she
calls it. Well it’s just a few drops and it doesn’t spurt, it just
dribbles. I
always feel really funny when she does it as I can’t help make a little
high
pitch cry whenever I do a spurtie. I feel so silly and embarrassed
doing that
but just can’t help it! Jenny always stifles her giggles when I do it.
But
what’s so funny about it? Then I end up pouting because I don’t
understand why
she’s laughing. Why are girls so confusing? And why does Jenny seem to
know
more about how my boy parts work than me? It shouldn’t be so, right?
Sorry if I’m asking too
many questions but I
feel so stupid at times. And when she finishes I’m always breathing so
heavily
and feel really exhausted. Jenny says I always fall asleep real quick
afterwards and never give her any trouble, so I guess it works in a
way. But
still it doesn’t sound right. Maybe I should tell mom.
Finally, what prompted
me to write this long
letter is what happened last Saturday. You see, I’ve come to accept
Jenny being
my babysitter even though I still think it’s ridiculous for an 18 year
old to
be treated so childishly. But at least Jenny’s fair. She never spanks
me if I
don’t deserve it and takes her responsibilities seriously and she’s
caring. She
kept her word and never told anyone at school about being my babysitter
so
people still think we’re together. Even though most of my classmates
have
noticed some of my physical changes, no to mention I’ve lost my spot on
the
wrestling team. Yeah that was really embarrassing because it was a
freshman
girl 3 years younger that took it. But I feel I’m just not up to it
anymore. I
was sad not being on the team anymore and disappointing mom too, but
she said
it doesn’t matter, and that I might just as well use the extra time to
improve
my English and math.
Now back to last
Saturday. As usual Mom and I
were expecting Jenny in the afternoon. Well guess what? Jenny came on
time but
she wasn’t alone. She was followed by her youngest sister Doreen who’s
just 12
years old. She’s a sixth grader and I know because our middle and high
schools
share the same lunchroom. So Jenny told mom her parents were away for
the
weekend and they asked her to look after her. I immediately frowned
when we
shook hands and she asked me straight up “Aren't you my sister's
boyfriend? How
comes she's babysitting you?” I guess I was taken by surprise and
didn’t know
what to answer. I started to blush… then fidgeting and stammering…
feeling
really light headed and all… So mom carefully explained to Doreen why I
was put
on Puericil and why she had asked Jenny to babysit me and all. Gosh,
does she have
to be so clinical about it?
From then on the little
pest was on my back
bothering me with so many questions I wanted to run away and hide under
the
covers of my bed. I hate having to answer to a preteen girl and
especially to
one that would no doubt talk about me with her friends. She probably
thought I
was a kind of oddity since she’d never heard of an 18 year old being
babysitted,
and that seemed to spark even more curiosity. Once mom left us I ran up
to my
bedroom but since I don’t have a lock anymore Doreen just followed in.
Can you
believe the cheek of that girl! As Jenny went to cook diner in the
kitchen she
told her sis to be nice and not bother me but that didn’t seem to stop
her from
pestering me with questions. When she saw the board rules in my bedroom
she had
a fit of giggles. “Really, your mom won’t let you go out on your own?
Do you
know I can go to the movies with my girlfriends and I’m only 12?” she
said
patronizingly. I felt a rush of anger build through but I didn’t want
to get in
trouble so I let her talk.
After diner Jenny told
me to go to the bathroom
and get ready for my bath. Doreen was quick to ask “Sis please can I
watch?”
And to my great dismay Jenny replied “Sure little sis, but I don’t want
a word
from you”. So there I was standing in the bathtub naked as a newborn
while
Jenny soaped me up and Doreen watched from behind, her eyes as big as
saucers
were staring at my little peenie like she had just saw some kind of
ghost. I
just buried my face in my hands not wanting to see her face anymore as
I felt
tears coming and wanted to disappear. Well, let me tell you I probably
shouldn’t have. Doreen kept quiet alright, but she did something really
bad
that was to have a lasting consequence next Monday at school.
I’m sure you’ll find
this totally outrageous
and will be on my side. The thing is I only learned about it at school
and in
the worst possible manner. As each Monday morning mom drove me and let
me out.
As I was marching through the school’s entrance park I could see a
large gathering
mostly of middle school girls who were holding their phones obviously
having
quite a bit of fun. Doreen was there too. And then some girl saw me and
shouted
pointing at me “Look! Here he is!” And all of a sudden I was surrounded
by a
swarming crowd of preteens who had pictures of me naked being bathed by
Jenny
in their phones chanting “Peter’s got a baby peenie, baby peenie, baby
peenie!”
I was devastated, utterly shocked. How did that even happen? I thought
my
school life was safe but in a second it just fell apart. Everyone would
soon
know that I was a Puericil boy who still had a babysitter whom everyone
thought
was my girlfriend, and that I had the smallest peenie they’d ever seen
on an 18
year old. Now how’s that for a reputation?
Well it turned out
Doreen that mischievous
little pest had taken those pictures unnoticed while I was being bathed
and
posted them on her Facebook with a very explicit legend. She had even
shared it
on my own page so that by now all my friends and family had probably
seen it.
Someone told me it had already received 56 comments. But how could I’ve
know?
I’m not even allowed Internet access anymore and my Facebook is managed
my mom!
It’s so unfair! Apparently those pictures were shared with all her
classmates
and more, so I became a hot topic over the weekend so that on Monday
everyone
wanted to know who was the senior in the picture. So there I was, in
the middle
of their circle the center of attention when all I wanted was to be
left alone.
They harassed me with
so many stupid questions
I really didn’t want to answer. So I tried to run away and hide but
those silly
girls chased me around the park like swarming bees. It was so
embarrassing. I
mean I’m 18 and more than a head taller then all of them and I was
plain scared.
I just couldn’t look any of them in the eyes. Then a little girl who
looked
barely 10 came forward, her face reaching my chest, and had the nerve
to ask
“How come it’s so small? Can we see it?” “Leave me alone.” I shouted as
I felt
tears prick my eyes and broke down crying. They probably thought I was
being
such a baby about it, but I’m not used to so much stress and being
exposed like
that around groups. I know I made such a fool out of myself, stamping
the
ground silly like an overgrown child bawling my anger out and throwing
a fit.
But what could I do? So they all started chanting “The senior’s a
crybaby,
crybaby…”.
When a teacher came to
see what all the
commotion was about I thought the girls would be reprimanded for
bullying but
it turned out they hadn’t done anything serious other than ask me a few
personal questions and that I was the one being childish. And even
Doreen
didn’t get scolded for taking those pictures and posting them, because
the
teacher said that today young kids taking photos nonstop and social
networking
is commonplace and really nothing to fuss about. It seems nobody cares
about
how I feel! I mean a few months ago I was a senior of 18 whom all of
these kids
looked up to and now they think I’m even more childish than them. When
I came
home I told mom I wanted to transfer to another school but she says I’m
being
foolish and that my exams are coming up so there’s no way. Jenny even
tried
comforting me by saying I shouldn’t pay attention to what others say,
but now I
feel everyone is gossiping behind my back and talking about my peenie
at
school. Wherever I go, be it the lunch room, playground, class or
corridors… I
always hear whispers as I walk by and kids I don’t even know come up to
me
asking me embarrassing questions. And I can’t stand those middle school
girls
making pinkie signs each time they see me and calling me names. They
can be so
mean. Now I hate school more than everything and want to be
homeschooled. It’s
NOT FAIR!
The
magazine’s
response:
Dear Peter,
Of course you are not taking too much of our space. Yours was a long
letter,
but you are going through many changes in your life, and it’s normal
for you to
be confused and stressed. You are always welcome to write to us, to tell us everything you want to
tell and to
ask all the questions you have.
First,
we need to tell you that you should trust your mom, because she
knows what she is doing and, even if you don’t understand it now, she
is just
doing the best for you.
You
see, we understand that what you did to Jenny when you tried to
force her was something you did on impulse, and that you hadn’t meant
it. But
the point is that you did it, and it’s much more serious than you
think. Do you
realize that if she had pressed charges you would have been in
extremely
serious trouble? You would have been tried, and probably sent to a
boys’ reform
school. If you think you have it bad now, you can’t even imagine how
awful it
would be to get sent to a reform school. Boys there are given Puericil,
of
course, and usually reform schools use the strongest brand available.
If you
think the Puericil you take has changed your life for the worse,
believe us,
you do not want to take the strongest version. Also, boys there get
spanked so
much that they almost never can sit down without their bottoms hurting
a lot.
They are really strict there, and even very well behaved boys get
spanked more
than once a day, because of small infractions. Boys there are not
allowed any
kind of privacy, not even for the most basic things. Any employee of
the school
can spank them, and we do not mean just the guards and teachers, but
absolutely
any employee, including cleaning personnel. And it’s always bare
bottom, of
course.
Instead,
you are with your mom and Jenny, who love you and care for you
even if they sometimes have to be strict.
So,
you see, violence against women is a really bad thing, and it’s a
big deal. Before Puericil was invented, there was a lot of violence
against
women, because many boys, even if they are good boys, tend to have
aggressive
tendencies sometimes. Puericil helps them by getting rid of those
tendencies,
and that way they do not get in really serious trouble.
Do
you understand now why your mom felt you needed Puericil? Your being
18 does not mean you shouldn’t have to take that medicine. On the
contrary, it
means that something had to be done before it was too late.
So
think of it this way: even if it’s embarrassing, even if it causes
some problems for you, it’s much better than the alternative. Your mom
was not
going to put you on Puericil, so you can only blame your own actions.
We know
you didn’t mean to, but maybe that should make you think and realize
that
Puericil might actually be good for you, in spite of everything
Another
thing that you need to think about is how you disobeyed your
mom. You are still a minor (remember you are only 18 and the age of
majority
for boys is 21), and your mom is in charge of you. It’s right that she
makes
the decisions. That’s mommy’s job, and she does it because she loves
you. It’s
normal for you to be scared and frustrated, but it’s not OK to disobey
your
mom. However, that’s what you did. Is it any wonder then that she felt
you were
getting out of control? That behavior only convinced her even more sure
that
you needed to be put on Puericil.
And
that’s what you should work on, if you don’t want to have to take
Puericil for years. You need to convince your mom that you have learned
and are
no longer in danger of getting out of control. The best way to do that
is by
being obedient and doing what your mom, or Jenny or anyone in charge of
you
tells you to do.
Even
if most boys in your area do not take Puericil at your age, I can
assure you that many boys around the country do, and many have not even
done
something really bad to deserve it, like you have. You can read the
letters
from some of them here. They have the same problems as you, and feel
the same
confusion, so you are not alone. You sound like a good kid, Pete, and
you must
make the best of this situation and not let it depress you.
The
physical changes you describe are all normal effects of Puericil, so
you should not be worried about that. Even your peenie getting smaller
is an
effect of certain brands of Puericil. Do not worry about it. It just
means that
your mommy feels you are not yet ready to act like a big kid, and
therefore she
wants you to look like a little boy. Your peenie will grow again when
you
finish your treatment, and in the meantime even if it looks tiny it is
perfectly adequate for anything you might need it for. I’m sorry that
kids at
your school found out and are teasing you, but between you and me, I
can tell
you that the size of some part of your body is not really important.
It’s not
something you can control and you should not worry about it. It does
not make
you contemptible. What can make you a good or bad person is the way you
act,
and how you treat people, and that’s what’s actually important.
You
do not have to worry about your mom giving you a wrong dose. Taking
more Puericil than the prescribed dose is actually harmless, since your
body
just discards the extra amounts.
Puericil
reduces your aggressiveness, and that also means you become
less assertive and, as you say, you find it difficult to argue with
your mom or
other authority figures. Do not be distressed by this. Remember that
your mom
loves you, and wants the best for you. You can trust her to do that,
and make
the best decisions for you. Remember that she has much more experience
and
maturity than you, so she really does know best. Remember also that you
should
show your mom that you can be obedient and not aggressive, so it’s
actually
helpful that you don’t feel the urge to disobey and talk back.
You
have many new rules, and that can be difficult. Also, before you
started taking Puericil your mom didn’t even see you naked at all, and
now she bares
your bottom and spanks it with her hairbrush whenever you break a rule.
Even if
you don’t really need to be embarrassed at your mother seeing you naked
–after all,
it’s not like she never did- it’s normal for you to feel uneasy at that
complete change. If you think about it you’ll end up realizing that
it’s not such
a big deal, though. She’s your mom, who is just caring for you like she
always
has, even if the actual routines have changed. What does it matter that
she
sees you naked? It’s not like she has never seen a naked little boy.
You’ll
see that her making your recite the rules when she is spanking
you has been good in the long run. We are sorry it was so difficult for
you
when you could not remember while that nasty hairbrush blistered your
bare bottom.
That’s understandable, and it was normal for you to be distressed about
that,
but now you actually know the rules very well, and that should help you
avoid
so many spankings.
Your
rules sound strict, but you must remember your mom has set them for
your own good. Trust her, and just be obedient and follow the rules
without
worrying about them. When you can do that you will be nearer the end of
your
Puericil treatment. Don’t you want that to happen?
It’s
normal for you to hate getting your bottom paddled silly. In fact
that’s
kind of the point, isn’t it? If you didn’t hate it, it would not be a
punishment.
Research has shown that corporal punishment is very effective on boys,
because
they understand well the immediateness of that punishment, so nowadays
all
pediatric medical societies recommend it even for boys your age. In
that your
mom is no different to countless other moms around the country. It’s
normal
that you don’t like it, but it’s something that happens to many boys.
You don’t
have a say on whether it’s used, but at least you can control it by
being
obedient and not misbehaving.
We
understand your being so embarrassed that Jenny is your babysitter
now. On the one hand it’s kind of good, because she is nice and she
cares about
you and likes you. Remember that this all started because you treated
her
violently, but instead of seeking revenge she treats you kindly. On the
other
hand it’s difficult for you to start thinking of her as your babysitter
instead
of as your girlfriend. You must remember that the situation is strange
for her
too. Try to be a good boy for her and don’t give her any grief. You do
not need
to worry about her spending so much time washing you. That’s just a
sign that
she takes her responsibility seriously and is trying to be thorough.
Her finding
your peenie “cute” most likely simply means that she likes you, that
she has
forgiven you and she no longer sees you as someone threatening.
Don’t
be concerned about your spurties. It’s normal for the peenie of a
boy your age to act like that sometimes, particularly when he is tense.
A
spurtie seems to relax you, and that’s why Jenny is doing it, so
there’s no
reason to be concerned. She is just trying to be kind. Girls often seem
confusing, because they mature faster and they are more sophisticated
and
always seem to know more things. That’s not your fault, it's just the
way biology works and it has
nothing to do with Puericil.
What
we are really sorry about is what happened with Doreen and those
pictures. Your teacher was right about how today
young kids are taking
photos nonstop and social networking is commonplace. She found the fact
that
you were still being bathed at your age curious, and she wanted to
share it. It’s
a pity Jenny didn’t see her taking the pictures, because she probably
would
have put a stop to it. Still, you should realize that this is not as
bad as it seems to you. You have to remember that you are still a boy,
and a boy being naked is
no big deal. Boys are bathed all the time, even by younger sisters or
younger girl babysitters, and that is OK because girls mature faster,
so it’s
really as if an adult were bathing you. Do not make a big deal about
it, because
that’s the reason they are teasing you so much. If you stop acting like
it’s so
important they’ll soon get tired and find a new entertainment.
If
you were thinking of yourself as almost an adult before you started
taking Puericil, then you probably were trying to grow up too fast.
Don’t. Enjoy
your boyhood. There’s a lot of fun things to do, without having to
worry about
adult responsibilities.
All
in all, we understand your distress at the changes in your life. Our
recommendation is that when you are feeling bad you should not suffer
alone. Find
your mom or Jenny, tell them how you are feeling and let them comfort
you. Even
if they don't understand why you make such a fuss, we are sure they
will be supportive and
affectionate. Just letting them hold you and hug you will make you feel
better.
We
wish you the best!
Additional
(not
published) comments from the author of the magazine’s response, a
female
psychologist who specializes in boys’ emotional development:
Another letter from the time when the introduction of puericil was
quite
recent. It was still not as widespread, and that made it more difficult
for the
boys who did take it. There was not so much information available, and
parents
tended to be influenced by how their neighbors used Puericil. In little
Pete’s neighbourhood,
many parents tended to end the treatment prematurely. That’s a mistake,
and I
always advise the parents of my clients to continue the treatment until
their
boys reach the age of majority, at least. In fact, if the parents want
to
continue the treatment after that it is quite easy to do. The parents
only
needs to make an administrative petition, stating that they are worried
their
son is not mature enough to discontinue the Puericil treatment. Then a
doctor
needs to examine the boy, but it’s pure rutine, and an extention of
minority is
granted, so that the boy is considered a minor under his parents’
authority for
one more year. This can easily be done several times, if necessary.
In fact, when I talked
with Peter’s mother to
get her permission to publish the letter, I informed her of that, and
advised her
to keep Peter on Puericil even after he reached the standard age of
majority
for boys at 21. I explained to her that he almost committed a violent
crime
against a woman, and that he needs to learn to be submissive to women
before he
can be trusted not to get in serious trouble. She was grateful and said
that
she would definitely look into the possibility of extending Pete’s
minority when
the time came. She also expressed her intention to keep giving her son
the
brand of Puericil that keeps his penis tiny. “That way I’m confident
that he
won’t get in trouble,” she told me. “Since his penis is as small as a
little boy’s
he has been acting more infantile.”
Another thing worth
mentioning is Peter’s
naivety in sexual matters, even though he only started taking Puericil
recently.
This is a consequence of how sheltered boys are nowadays. The social
consensus is very strong on the need to keep boys from accessing any
kind of sexual information prematurely, while girls are given a good
sexual education.
Finally, don't you love Jenny and Doreen? Each of them, in her own
style and age-appropriate manner, are clearly loving the chance to
dominate and humiliate young Peter. Hopefully, that little man will
learn to respect females and acknowledge their superiority.
(The End)