Judgement Day: Josi's First Rule

Josh seethed as he tugged at the pleated half miniskirt hanging from the back of the shimmery one-piece that was wrapped around him.  His thumb brushed the hard line of the belt under the suit that held the “tuck-plate” in position. Under the leotard, his balls had been pushed up inside him and his empty scrotum wrapped and taped around his cock holding it back between his legs.  The “tuck-plate” was the retreat’s version of a gaff to hold it all in place, a semi-rigid plastic panel wrapped over the tucked bits to hold them in place and maintain the illusion of a flat feminine crotch, attached to a locking belt, down his front, hooked to the buttplug that was a constant feature in his ass, and then up to the back of the belt. The panel had a small hole forcing Josh to sit to pee, he had to ask a proctor’s permission to remove his plug if he had to shit. 
Josh had been tucked into this torture device for most of the week after he complained too long and too loudly about the cock-cage he had been forced to wear on arrival.  While the other students spent most of their time in flared skirts, Josh’s attire had been designed to showcase the featureless crotch provided by his constant tuck.  Yoga-pants, daisy dukes, hot-pants, skinny jeans, and today, this gymnast costume.  

Josh hated the tuck.  Never in his life did he think he would long for a cock-cage, but the constant ache he now suffered made him think of little else.  He was terrified of what this was doing to his cock but realization of what would happen to it if he remained defiant made him keep his concerns to himself.  Today was “judgment day” and one way or another, and it was the last day Josh would be tucked, one way or another.  Either he would prance around as a pretty sissy enough for Dr. Lilith to make up for his low score and be let go, tuck free and humbled, or Dr. Lilith would pass her judgment and Josh would wake up with nothing to tuck.  

This whole thing was bullshit! 
One thing Josh knew was that, no matter what shape he left this place in, he or she would come back and make them pay for what they were doing.  Someone had to stop them, and if Dr. Lilith had the cops and even the Feds in her pocket, then Josh would have to do it.  He fantasized about walking into Dr. Lilith’s office with his hand wrapped around a 9mm pistol.  The look on her face when he…

“Josi!  It’s time” April had poked her head into the greenroom. 
Josh took one last look at himself in the mirror. A scared woman with long brown hair and immaculate makeup wearing a purple-green shiny leotard with long thule sleeves and sparkling tights with large tits and a flat curve in her crotch looked back at him.  He took a deep breath, feeling the silicone falsies pushing back on his chest and followed April through the door, being careful to put one foot in front of the other, walking demure in his ballet slippers.   

The presentation room had been set up like a mall theater.  A low rise stage up front was backed by black curtains.  It was separated by lighting strips and bars forming an archway out to the audience where the judges sat. 
As Josh came into the back-stage area, he could see Barry in his humiliating “Britta” cheerleader costume walk off the stage on the far side and through another set of doors to a fate unknown.  

“You’re up,” April said to him.  

Not sure what to do, Josh stepped up on the stage, walked to the middle and did his best curtsey.  With the lights shining in his face he could not make out anything but dark shapes sitting in the audience but he heard a delighted squeal of laughter from several women and loud clapping.  

Blushing, Josh set one foot out in front and raised his arms above him in wide graceful arches.  The applause and giggling continued as he held the pose.  

“Go on!” came Dr. Lilith’s voice from the middle of the front row.  

Josh raised a foot behind him and leaned forward, then stepped into another position, carefully, gracefully as possible, working through the ballet poses he had been forced to practice all week, making sure to quarter turn with each pose to ensure that the audience could see all sides of his feminized form.  Finally, he had come around, quarter turned to stage right, he took a knee, with a pointed toe extended out front and arms wide for a final bow.  

“Did they already take his dick?” Called a voice from the seats and Josh’s blood went cold.  He had heard that voice before.  A Lifetime ago, before rehab, even before that first taste of Heroin. It was a voice from the days when Josh was trying everything to win Heather’s heart. 

Heather was the perfect girl, blond hair, blue eyes, perfect tits and a smile that won Josh’s heart the first time he saw it across the room at a party downtown.  He had to have her.  He tried dating her, but she was too much of a free spirit to be tied down.  She had still lived at home in those days so Josh had to deal with Helen when he went to pick Heather up.  

Helen had been polite enough, but she alway looked at Josh like he was garbage, raising her eyebrow judgemental when he would speak and reminding Heather that she could get a ride home with a single phone call before they left.  Josh hated Helen and was sure the feeling was mutual.  

No matter what Josh had tried, he could feel Heather slipping through his fingers.  When Heather moved into her own place off campus, Josh knew that it would only be a matter of time before Heather traded up for someone better.  Desperate to tie her to him, he showed up the night after her housewarming party with a bag of heroin, a couple needles and a new knowledge of its use gained from a night on the internet.  

He was careful at first, measuring the doses to give Heather the greater share, intending to get her hooked while keeping his own senses.  Once she was dependent and he was the only supplier he was sure he could keep her as his own, more of a pet than a girlfriend, loyal and submissive.  Ideal for Josh’s fantasies.  

But street level dosages were not dependable and Josh had underestimated how strong the reaction would be.  Within a month, nothing much mattered to him or Heather more than their next dose.  

She dropped out of school, he lost his job and after a few more months, Josh found himself weeping over Heather’s lifeless body in an abandoned hotel turned shooting gallery.  

Her death led Josh to rehab, led to meetings and at one of those meetings, Josh had met Stephanie who had promised him a program that would change his life and give him a fresh start.  

That program had, of course been Dr. Lilith’s retreat and now Josh was up here in full fem, doing ballet poses in a desperate plea to keep his manhood while Heather’s mother Helen sat in judgment.  At the sound of her voice, his hope shattered.   

He would fail this assessment, they would take him to the clinic and he would wake up dickless, with real tits and a lifetime of womanhood ahead of him, sent to wherever Helen’s sense of justice saw fit.  

“No, Josie remains intact” Dr. Lilith’s voice replied dispassionately to Helen’s question.  “Her performance tonight is intended to help you decide if she remains that way.”  

Josh held his pose and gritted his teeth.  This was the moment of truth. Helen’s next words would seal his fate. He had killed her daughter, he knew what he deserved. His revenge fantasies dissolved, of all the people in this place, he was the one most deserving of justice.  He could feel Heather’s cold skin against his lips.  He had done this, he deserved what was about to happen. 

“My decision stands,” Helen said coldly.  

Josh relaxed his pose and dipped his head. Here it comes.  

“If I may.” Dr. Lilith replied. “There are alternatives we can discuss that may still fit your needs” 

“I’m open to suggestions.”  Helen replied. 

Josh held position but looked up hopefully into the darkness beyond the lights. Alternatives? Did she mean ways he could keep his cock? He felt a tug at the corners of his mouth accompanied by a flutter in his heart, hope.  

“Would you like Josi to participate in this discussion?” Stephanie interrupted. 

“Oh! I forgot myself.” Dr. Lilith replied. “Unless”  

“NO” Helen replied. “Let her figure it out when she wakes up.” 
“Josi, you can go through the door to your left!” Stephanie coldly announced.  

Alone, with dread, Josh rose to his feet and made his way to the door he had seen Barry walk through moments earlier.  On the other side, women in purple scrubs were waiting by a wheeled gurney. 
He turned around, suddenly terrified.  Maybe he could run. 

There was a sharp pain in his neck.  He turned to see June stepping back with an empty syringe in her hand.  The floor started to tilt while the lights became so bright as to wash out all detail.  He felt the room spin and someone caught him.  He was down on the gurney and they were lifting his legs up.  He heard voices but no words.  

“Josi, wake up, it’s time to go.” Stephanie called from Josi’s bedside as she removed the IV from Josi’s arm and applied a bandage. 

Josi opened her eyes, no longer able to pretend to be asleep.  No longer able to put off the next nightmare.  Stephanie had a stern look, as usual.  Behind her she could see the folded pile of clothes that awaited her. The clothes that would take her to her new life.

She sat up and groaned.  “I have to pee again” 

“Understandable, you just finished a full bag.” Stephaine replied glancing up at the empty clear plastic on the IV stand. 

“Why?” Josi asked pathetically as she swung her tiny feet and narrow legs off the side and dropped down onto the cold floor. 
She used to stand a head taller than Stephanie, now they were eye level.  The drop from the bed bounced her new breasts and almost made her stumble forward under the weight. For the smaller frame they had given her, DDs made a massive impression.  Josh would have appreciated such a figure, from the inside, Josi hated it.  

She regained her balance and padded past Stephanie into the bathroom trying to avoid looking at the cute pixie like girl in the mirror. She was the hottest girl Josh had ever seen, apparently genetically designed based on a psychological profile into a form that would arouse Josi whenever she saw herself.  The glance she caught as she passed reminded her of how effective Dr. Lilith had been before getting to the toilet and pulling her robe up and forward before sitting down to pee.  

The flow continued to disorient her, the warmth emerging from an unfamiliar place just below her anus, she looked down and stroked the smooth featurelessness above it.  No cock, no balls, no crease, no vagina.  Just a urethra and an anus between her legs.  They had made her externally sexless.  

If only Helen had setted for that.  She took a dejected breath and saw her own tits rise and fall, feeling her sensitive nipples against the cloth. She was so horny, desperate and hopeless.  Dr. Liith had not been merciful in her suggestions.  Helen’s original plan was to transition Josi entirely, train her as a maid and then sell her off to some rich man with unique appetites.  Dr. Lilith wanted to try something new.  

From afar, Josi looked like a hot little girl with huge tits.  Naked, she had all the curves of a woman, but was a nullified freak between her legs.  Internally, she was still partially a man. Her testicles remained, disconnected from any reproductive use, they still produced enough testosterone to maintain her ability to be aroused.  This was enhanced through additional modifications made to Josi’s body to boost her libido above and beyond anything experienced by a young man in the most severe wash of hormones.  The cruel twist was that Josi had no genitals.  No penis, no pussy, and no prostate.  No physical way to climax, ever.  Everything about Josi was designed as a turn on for Josh who was trapped inside her body, but she could never orgasm again.  

It was Dr. Lilith’s big joke.  All through her evaluation week, Josh had been forced to remain tucked.  Not knowing what was in store, Josh had at least had the comfort of knowing that one way or another it would end.  Now, thanks to Dr. Lilith’s MACR formula and the careful work of the staff surgeon, Josi would be tucked for the rest of her life.  

She rose and cleaned herself, trying hard not to spark any new arousal in the process before coming back into her room.  Waiting for her, folded on the bed were silk and lace panties with a matching bra,  crop top and skin tight red faux leather leggings.  Dr. Lilith wanted to make sure that Josi spent her first day out of recovery constantly reminded of what she had lost. 
A few minutes later, teetering on 5” spiked heels, Josi emerged into the sunlight.  To her surprise, Nate was waiting for them, unchanged except for the blue scrubs he was wearing.  “Hey” Josi said in her breathy voice. 
“On your knees cock-sucker!” Nate replied harshly. 

“What?” Josi didn’t understand.

Nate smacked her across the face. “You exist to please men!  My job is to make sure you know how! Since you’ve got no cunt, that leaves hand-jobs and blow jobs!” He put his hands on Josi’s shoulders and pushed her down so that she was kneeing in the grass in front of the clinic.  “First rule for giving a good handjob?”  Nate asked.  

Josi closed her eyes in defeat. As Josh, she had taught Nate this joke on their first day at rehab together.  “The first rule for giving a good handjob is to use your mouth”