It's Not Fair 14

It's Not Fair 14

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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.

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