Chapter 1

[Randy] Mid May

Randy Jameson had been brought to Lindsey’s by a neighbor woman. The woman had in hand a check covering a year’s stay. Reluctantly, Randy told Muriel, the director of Lindsey’s, what his life had been like. It took only five minutes before Muriel gave him a tearful hug, got him into a room, then called Julia Waxman, the director of the Transformations complex.

Randy’s mother was long divorced, with the father’s whereabouts unknown. From what management could find out quickly, she had become a virulent man-hater, and Randy had been the only available target. Humiliating her son was her only easy way to get back at the male of the species.

As in all cases, Randy was told to let his mother know where he was and that he would not be returning home. In an unusual move, he was told to mention the threat of abuse charges if she tried in any way to get him back. A new email address was the only contact information she was given. Despite her anger and hatred, the mother apparently had enough sense to realize her vulnerability. She had not even sent Randy an email.

Because one of his two sisters was in the same high school, she had made school a hell for Randy. He was more than happy to transfer to another school for just the next several weeks remaining in the current block.

There had been discussion about having him just study at Lindsey’s because of his persistent erection problem, but he was the one against that. The literature on his problem suggested that it was mostly psychological and nervous in nature. Certain medications were known to reduce the stiffness, but they were quite strong and had unpleasant side effects.

During his first three days at Lindsey’s, Randy’s erection never went down. The others had been briefed as soon as the problem was known, so there was absolutely no teasing. His welcome party was not a pool party, in deference to his sensitivity about the problem and his desire to stay covered.

Once again it was Missy who devised the big impact event for the newcomer. Without much difficulty, she talked Muriel and Faith into the get-together in the center section. Then, she went over to the Tee and recruited four more women to join her. Of course, she contacted Sophie, also. Sophie had stayed away until given the OK to once again visit Lindsey’s naked.

The principle was evolving quite nicely: for a welcoming party, do whatever possible to immediately convince the new resident that they are in a whole new world. The most impact would come from the greatest contrast with their former environment. This, for a boy forced to be nude and aroused among a number of women, being clothed with a group of naked women was the big contrast. The two hours was spent eating and telling each other’s stories. Randy spent a good deal of the time in tears of disbelief and gratitude.

Missy had considered involving some of the other Lindsey’s girls. Julia, though, thought it would be the adult women who would make the most impact. She did agree to let Missy be one of the naked women. “If you sense that he needs comforting, Missy, you be the one to do it. Hug, cuddle, whatever you think is right. The contrast of you, his new sister, with the abuse from his former sisters should make an impact.”

One other thing also made a huge impact on the boy. Julia came to his room for a chat. “Randy, we need to see what we can do about your erection problem. I can’t promise you that it will go away quickly, but we will want to try a number of things. We need to keep careful track of how you are doing, so someone needs to talk to you every day. Who would you feel least uncomfortable talking to?”

“Do I have to tell someone about that?”

“I’m afraid it is important, Randy. We will be looking for any little change and trying to find what might have caused it. Hopefully, that’s how we will find the key to getting rid of the problem. Isn’t that worth some embarrassment?”

“I guess there really isn’t any embarrassment here like at home. Who do I need to talk to?”

“Well, it could be Ryan, or Michelle, the nurse. Maybe Muriel?.”

“Could ... could Missy do it? It’s actually easier with a woman, and she’s just...”

“She is special, isn’t she. I’m sure she’ll be happy to do it for you. She is very perceptive, too. How about we find her right now and talk about what she should look for.”

In their usual fashion, the existing residents had welcomed Randy warmly. He was a pleasant, gentle person, easy to like. Except for the remaining problem of disguising his anterior protrusion, Randy went off to his new school with his new siblings feeling like a new person.

The very first evening when Missy did her review with Randy in his room, she asked “How often do you masturbate, Randy?”

The look of horror on his face told Missy that she had already stumbled onto something important. As perceptive as she was, she said “Let me guess; they punished you if you even touched yourself, right?” He nodded. “Have you ever masturbated?”

“N ... no.”

“Do you have wet dreams?” There was that terrified look again. “Oh. Big trouble if you soiled the sheets, huh?” He did not have to respond.

“Um, Randy, I’m afraid this is going to get even more personal than we thought. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have a nurse or a doctor talk with you?”

He looked so stricken, that she quickly backpedaled. “Randy! Randy! I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I was just trying to make sure I was not causing you any more problems than you already have. I don’t want to be like your mother or your sisters.”

“You could never be like them!” he snarled. “You care. I know you do. I trust you to do anything. You can touch me, if it will help. Anything. I just want so badly to be normal!”

Missy had to get up and move around to try to hide her anger at the poor boy’s family. He saw her agitation and got concerned again. When she glanced at his face, she said “I’d better not ever meet your mother. I think I would claw her eyes out.”

“My oldest sister was even worse.”

“I’m glad to hear you say ‘was’, Randy. You always have to remember that those days are over for good. Let me ask you; do you want to see them in jail? You could make that happen, you know.”

“I just want to forget. I’d have to tell people what happened, and I don’t want that. I don’t have to tell anyone, do I?”

“No, you don’t. I just needed to make sure,” Missy assured him. “OK, since you want me to do this, I need to get personal. Do your testicles feel full and tight?”

“I guess so. I don’t know how they are supposed to feel. Do you?”

“See, Randy, this is what I was worried about. I...”

She did not get to finish her thought because he quickly shed his jeans, jockstrap, and underwear. He had to nearly rip the waistbands to clear his rigid cock. “You check them,” he insisted. “I know you’ll only do it because you need to find out. I trust you, Missy.”

Thinking that it would require quite a talk with her boyfriend, Ted, Missy gently hefted and squeezed his sac, finding it taut. Some of that could be attributed to arousal, but the boy was overdue for ejaculation.

“When you walk, do your testicles feel sore or tender?”

“Yeah, most of the time. I mean, everything feels that way ... down there.”

With a sigh, she told him “Randy, I think you need to start masturbating. You need to do it often. I don’t know if that will stop you from getting hard, but it should take away the tenderness in your testicles.”

“Aren’t they called balls?”

“Yeah. I was trying to be, uh, professional, I guess.”

“You’re my good sister, Missy. You can use whatever words you want.” What an emotional grenade that was.

Somehow controlling her voice, she asked “Do you know how to jerk off?”

She was sure he was going to ask her to do it, so she told him “Is it OK if I coach you this once, just to make sure you do it well?”

“Sh ... sh ... sure, Missy. What should I do?”

“Well, since I think you will eventually do it several times a day, we need to make sure it doesn’t get raw. Wait here while I find some lotion or something slippery.”

Missy was never so thankful for a call going through as when Julia answered. “God, Julia! I’m having to teach him to masturbate!”

“You’re what?”

Missy spilled out what had happened in a rush. “Missy, the important thing is that you have his trust. You won’t do anything wrong, I’m sure of that.”

“But isn’t all of this wrong?”

“I don’t always subscribe to the ends justifying the means, but in this case, I do. I don’t know if masturbating six times a day will solve his problem, or not, but it seems to be the first thing that should be tried. Honey, the biggest problem may be that he thinks it’s wrong to jerk off.”

“Oh. I hadn’t thought of that. Will my telling him it’s OK make any impression?”

“Absolutely. If he needs more reinforcement, we’ll find a way. Now, you’d better get back to him.”

If it was a whole different world for Randy, it was once more a new world for Missy. She instructed him as gently and as clinically as she could. He sat on a towel on the edge of the tub, with his feet in the tub. That meant that cleanup would not be a problem. After he came, he showed no inclination to cover up. Concerned at first, Missy finally chalked that up to his previous constant exposure.

“Stand up a minute, Randy. I want to see if your balls are still really tight. Hmmm. They’re still pretty full, aren’t they. Are you too sore to do that again?” When his second spew was the same as the first, Missy was sure that they were getting at part of the problem.

“Now, I’m sure that feels so good that you want to keep on doing it, right? Well, we need to get you doing it several times a day. If you start like that right away, though, you will end up so sore you won’t be able to hold it to pee. Let’s plan when you should do it tomorrow and work into it slowly.”

“She did that?” Paul exclaimed in surprise when Julia told the staff about Missy’s involvement with Randy. “I see now what you mean about the ‘slippery slope’!”

“I’m not concerned about escalation in this case,” Julia assured them all. “Remember, this is Missy. She and Ted have a really strong bond, and she’s as level headed as they come. No offense, Muriel, but she’s like a second mother.”

“None taken. I agree completely,” Muriel replied. “Do you think this will make a difference, I mean all of those ejaculations?”

“It may not be the one key, but it could be an important part of the overall cure. We’ll know more in a week or two when he is coming so often that he should be too worn out to erect.”

From his previous humiliating exposure, Randy should have reacted with extreme modesty. In general, that was true, but not with Missy. The morning after their initial session, Randy was waiting for Missy to get up and almost dragged her to his room. There, he shed the robe that was all he wore and told her “I want to make sure I am doing it right. You need to watch me.”

Missy decided to go along and discuss the whole thing with Julia later. She was concerned that a bad sort of dependence could develop, but her sympathy for Randy’s plight kept her from making any objection.

She said nothing as Randy sat on the tub edge like he had the night before. Carefully applying the cream that she had brought him, he proceeded to produce two more ejaculations that were surprisingly strong for his apparent underdevelopment. It was still a school morning, so Missy could not ask some of the questions that concerned her. She simply assured him that he had done well and that she would talk to him after school

When she returned from school, Missy could see that Randy was eager to talk with her. She wished that she had been able to consult with Julia first, but she followed Randy to his room. The door was barely closed when Randy bared his lower body and sat on the tub edge again.

“I feel like I really need to do it again,” he complained.

“Why didn’t you just do it? You had plenty of time by yourself today,” Missy said. His look of confusion at first puzzled her, then it hit her why he looked confused. She was sure that an angry flush crossed her face, but she managed to control herself quickly.

“Go ahead and relieve the pressure, Randy, then we’ll talk.” She would have preferred to leave him alone, but she sat and watched quietly.

When he had finished and was recovering, she knew that she should have conferred with Julia before doing anything else, but she felt that the impact would be stronger right then. “Randy, did you ever get to ejaculate before you came here?”

“Well, sure.”

“I thought you weren’t allowed to masturbate.”

“Oh, no. I wasn’t. They did it, though.”

“They?”

“My mother or sisters. Or their friends that they had over.”

Missy barely swallowed the curse that formed in her mind. “You mean, women other than your family touched you?”

“Sometimes they brought their daughters, too. My mother said it was educational for the girls.”

“How old were these girls?”

“I don’t know. Lot of times, they didn’t have, you know, breasts.”

His family should definitely be in jail, Missy knew. She also knew what would happen to Randy in that event. She definitely had to talk to Julia before she did anything else.

The things that had happened to the Lindsey’s kids kept straining Julia’s professional aplomb, and when Missy related Randy’s comments, it took every bit of her self-control.

“Missy, thank you for not trying anything else. You have uncovered an important key, here, but we have to handle this with care. Randy has been conditioned to believe that his sex does not belong to him, that he has no right to any control over it.”

“He’s going to want me to help him again tonight, and in the morning,” Missy said. “What should I do?”

“Honestly, right now I can’t answer you. It’s a few hours before bed time. I’ll talk to you between nine-thirty and ten. Maybe I’ll have an idea by then. Julia felt no shame shaking her head in frustration in front of Missy.

In fact, Julia did call Missy well before bedtime. “Missy, play the sympathy card. Let Randy know it is difficult for you to help him because of your commitment to Ted.”

When Randy sought her help at bedtime, Missy went with him, but sat him down on the bed and followed Julia’s suggestion. “Randy, I really want to help you, but I think you can do this yourself, now. It is difficult for me to share something this intimate with you because I am in love with Ted and committed to him. What I am helping you with is something that should only be shared among couples. I know you may never have had that explained to you. Now, if things don’t go well, I will help all I can. But for your daily masturbation, I think you know everything you need to know.”

Randy looked stricken for a while, but then gave Missy a hug. “I guess I never thought how this might affect you. I’m sorry, Missy. You’ve helped me a lot, and I will do it by myself.”

“Just remember, Randy: your sex is YOURS. You do not need permission to make yourself feel good. No one else has a right to control your sex. Someday, you will gladly give some lucky woman that control, but it will be your decision made in love.” Hoping to reinforce her statements, she spent some time describing things between herself and Ted. She told much more than she ever thought she would, but she decided that was better than continuing with the too intimate contact.

Missy made a point of talking with Randy at least daily. She was careful to just ask him if everything was OK and if he was seeing any change. After only a few more days, he mentioned that he was still never flaccid, but not nearly as stiff as before. That made his attempts to hide the problem more effective.

From his first days at Lindsey’s, Randy had shown more initiative than anyone expected, and had started working out almost maniacally. Whether or not his treatment at home had affected it, Randy was underdeveloped for his age. He was short and rather frail. Something about the way Dale, Clark, Ryan and some of the resident boys looked triggered a desire to improve himself. Dale tried to help Randy as much as he could, most often having to keep him from overdoing.

Other than his continuing problem, which he had lived with for a long time, and his ritual masturbations, Randy’s life was better than he could ever have hoped. His psychological progress was such that when the new girl, Madison, arrived, he insisted on joining in on her ‘different world’ welcome.

[Madison] Early June

The day after Madison Coulter’s arrival at Lindsey’s had been a school day, and everyone, including the school counsellor, agreed that she should not go to school until the reaction of her parents was determined. School had been the first point of confrontation for many residents, the place where their parents tried to ‘retrieve’ them and take them home. Considering the incredible servitude that Madison had lived in, a strong parental reaction was a distinct possibility.

Jeanette and the other Plonske agents had handled those situations very well, but Madison was considered too fragile to handle any stress. Besides that, Julia wanted her to return to school looking entirely different than anyone remembered her. Margo Ballard had enthusiastically agreed to provide the girl a new wardrobe, insisting on donating the cost, as she had done for several other girls.

Just staying home at Lindsey’s, though, presented another challenge to Madison’s psychological fragility. Sophie, Nancy, and Bryan’s mother Kay used the late morning period for their daily sessions with Bryan.

In a desperate attempt to break through the shell of indifference that Bryan had thrown up around himself during his naked sentence at Lindsey’s, Bryan’s mother Kay was doing daily inspections of her son’s penis and his rectum to see if he was cleaning himself properly. The inspections were totally contrived to treat the boy as if he was a small child. To add to the intentional humiliation, Bryan’s body hair was kept shaved off, including his pubis. So far, he had only been shaved bare once, but he was approaching the point where it should be done again.

Sophie was the one who anticipated the problem, early the morning after Madison’s unbelievable welcoming party. She actually woke Julia, who was more than grateful for the warning.

“I guess we should just hold off on the sessions with Bryan until Madison goes to school,” Sophie suggested.

“I’m not so sure,” Julia replied after a moment’s consideration. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Meet me in the eating area, with Madison.”

“Should I dress?”

“Of course not, Sophie. Remember, Madison already realizes that it’s a whole new world. What’s one more shock?”

It certainly was a shock for the girl, being awakened by the naked, mature woman. Sophie allowed her to dress in more than her sleepwear, so Julia actually had to wait a few minutes.

After brief introductions, Julia got right to business. “Madison, I know you have just arrived and I will understand if you don’t think you can do this. It is a lot to ask.” She then described what was being done with Bryan.

“I can tell that you think all of this is cruel. After I leave, Sophie will describe more of what drugs can do to a person. Also, Bryan’s mother is on the way over. We’re going to keep him in his room while Kay, his mother, talks to you. Then, you can decide if you want to be involved. If you don’t, I’ll ask you to stay in your room until they are finished with him.”

Sophie and Kay spent quite a bit of time describing the rationale for what they were doing to Bryan, and the gradual, but noticeable changes in behavior that they were seeing.

“I ... I can see that you are doing this out of love, K ... Kay,” Madison said when they asked her opinion. “I wish I could help, but ... Would it really help if he could tell I was scared to death. I would be. I just couldn’t help it.”

Kay was disappointed but gave the girl a sympathetic hug. “I understand, Honey. I didn’t think I could do it, at first.”

Sophie was lost in thought for a while, then asked “Madison, do you think you could...”

Bryan had been enduring the inspections by his mother for a week and a half. The first time, he had even broken into tears at the indignity. With the naked woman there, he had been as stiff as a baseball bat, and that was bad enough in front of his mother. It had been a relief that he had only seen her briefly since she forced him into the place.

The mean woman, Nancy, had scared him so badly he had to beg to go and pee. As he was hurrying to his room, his mother caught up with him, put her arm around him, and led him to the bathroom. When he could not soften enough to release because of her presence, she had just stood and held him pointing down as much as possible. When she turned on the water faucet and made the hissing sound that he vaguely remembered from his earliest years, he thought he would die of humiliation.