It's Not Fair - Sandy's Letter 6
By Red Rover
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Copyright 2017 by Red Rover, all rights reserved
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Sandy (17 years old) (Part Six)
Dear Dr. Baker,
I can’t believe it has been six months since I
last wrote to you! There has been so much happening. I had my 17th
birthday last month and it was pretty special, other than my birthday spankings
being on the bare bottom, of course. But nobody spanked real hard and there was
just the six of us there. Of course, seeing my bare bottom is nothing new for
them.
The best news was for Robby. The doctor said he
had matured enough so that he did not need to use Puericil anymore and they
reduced his dose so he only takes two pills a week now and next month he will
stop entirely and he can start growing again. He hasn’t needed spanking for
three months, so now I am the only “kid” in the house. In fact, after he takes
the last pill, he is going to be allowed to spank me when Donny or Frankie
aren’t around. Not sure I am looking forward to that!
My body “bottomed out” about three months ago.
Now I look like a tall 10-year-old with no boobs to speak of, no body or pubic
hair and a very girlish slit. My voice is even gotten higher in pitch. And the
Puericil-G is still a daily thing. After one or more of the boys bathes me, I still
get the suppository inserted into my rectum, which is not too bad unless there
are guests present. It’s somewhat embarrassing when parents or older kids are
there, but really embarrassing when there are younger kids watching. Sometimes
they laugh at me or ask REALLY personal questions.
Donna moved back home a couple months ago, but
she and Frankie still hang out at our place most evenings and weekends. They
are more comfortable here than with all the little kids at Donna’s house. They
are not having actual sex and don’t plan to until Donna turns 18, but they do
all sorts of mushy stuff with each other. (Listen to me, I’m 17 years old by
the calendar and still talking like a 10-year-old! But, really, I don’t even
think about having sex these days. The only thing that absolutely terrifies me
is the thought that Donny may decide I am too immature for him and decides to
find a girlfriend.)
I am getting used to being naked at the
pediatrician’s office now, but it still gets a bit embarrassing when there are mothers
of young kids there, because they are only a few years older than I am. One
time, I met Melanie Winthrop, a girl who was a senior at my school when I was a
freshman. She was bringing her 1-year-old son in for a checkup. She didn’t
recognize me at first, but then she exclaimed “Sandy Carson, I haven’t seen you
in years! What happened to you and why are you naked?’
At that point, I blushed bright red all over.
(Seems that when you blush while nude, all of your skin blushes at the same
time as your cheeks.) Fortunately, Donny came to my rescue (sort of).
“Sandy has been a naughty little girl and she
has to go on special medication for it.” He said. “That medication makes her
body revert back to a more juvenile form, so she looks like a young girl again.
It’s only temporary, once the medicine is stopped, she’ll grow back to normal.”
Melanie shook her head. “Wow, that’s like,
unreal. I never heard of medication like that. And who are you? You don’t look
like Robbie.”
Donny smiled. “I am Donald Baxter, Sandy’s
uncle, her mother’s kid brother. I am staying with the Carson’s for a while and
one of my jobs is looking after Sandy. And the medication is new. There’s been
stuff for boys for a few years, but it just became available for girls. It’s
working well for Sandy, she’s a lot better behaved now.”
Melanie giggled. “So, you’re ‘Unca Donald’ now?
What happened to Huey, Dewey and Louie?”
Donny smiled ruefully. “Yeah, I get that a lot.
I left the boys back in Michigan. Sandy keeps me busy all by herself.” He gave
me a casual spank on my bare bottom and I yelped and glared at him.
Melanie persisted. “So why is she naked? She has
to be almost 17 now.”
Donny sighed. “It’s part of the treatment. The
whole thing is complicated, but keeping her bare-bottomed reinforces her image
as a child for her and for people who deal with her. You’d have to have a
psychologist explain it. I’m just a high-school kid like you and her.”
Melanie frowned. “I graduated from high school
almost three years ago. I just look younger. But I see what you mean.”
After that we just chatted about old times.
Melanie took her kid in for his checkup and I was brought into one of the
treatment rooms where I was surprised to find Denise along with Lisa. Denise
took a blood sample and left the room. She was actually polite to me, which was
a bit of a surprise considering our last meeting. I commented on that to Lisa
and she giggled.
“Doctor Hansen heard about the incident at the
house and told Denise to shape up or else,” Lisa chortled. “She said if Denise
did anything like that again, she’d call Donny in to give her a bare-bottom
hairbrushing in front of you and the whole staff.”
Donny laughed. “Am I that scary? I guess there’s
no chance she’ll want to be my girlfriend after that.”
Lisa giggled again. “She’s MUCH too old for you
Donnie, and too full of herself. You need somebody younger who will worship at
your feet.”
“Hmmm…” Donnie said reflectively. I haven’t had
a lot of volunteers for that job lately. Maybe I should advertise.”
Lisa looked wounded and punched him on the arm.
He responded, of course, by smacking her bottom and they both laughed.
Feeling ignored, I blurted out, “Hey, what about
me? You’ve got a naked little girl in the room and you’re ignoring her.”
They both laughed and Lisa got on with the usual
poking and prodding. At least, they let me hold my own cup for the urine sample
this time, but they both watched me carefully while I did it.
When I was done, Donny patted me on the head and
said, “Good girl,” like I was five years old. To my shame, I was momentarily
pleased with the compliment.
The session with Doctor Hansen went well. She
seemed to be pleased with my physic condition and the changes to my body. She
was even more pleased when Donny reported that my behaviour had improved
considerably and that I had a much better attitude.
“I think we can reduce your dosage of
Puericil-G,” she stated. “I’ll give you a prescription for the lower dose
suppository. Use up whatever you have on hand now and then switch to the new
formula. After a few more months, we can probably switch you over to the pill. And
by the time you graduate high school, we should be able to take you off the
medication completely and you can develop into a normal young woman.”
I was happy that I was doing better, but frowned
when I realized that high-school graduation was still two years away and that I
would be 19 and still basically a little girl when that happened.
“So how long will it be after I stop the
medication until I am back to normal for my age,” I asked fearfully.
“Well, that depends on a lot of factors,” Dr.
Hansen responded. “Your breasts should start growing back in a few months at
the reduced dosage. The rest will grow slowly over the next few years. By the
time you turn 19, your body will resemble an average 14-year-old and you will
continue at a normal pace after that. Barring any complications, you should
look and function like a normal young woman by the time you are 23-24.”
I was so deep in thought when I walked out of
the Clinic that I forgot to put on my long T-shirt and was walking, still nude,
down the hospital corridor when Donny caught up with me. I looked around and
blushed as I realized the corridor was full of people of all ages who had just
seen my bare bottom and other parts as I walked past them. Donny laughed and
gave me a little spank as he handed me the T-shirt.
“Little Miss Exhibitionist strikes again,” he
chortled. “I don’t know what I am going to do with you, child.”
On the way home in the car with Frankie, Donny
was full of praise for how much progress I was making. Frank seemed pleased,
too, but I realized that there was still a long way to go.
Doctor Baker responds:
Good to hear from you again, Sandy. I am glad
things are going better for you and happy that both you and Robbie have had
your medications reduced. It turns out that recovery from Puericil-G takes
longer for many girls than recovery from Puericil does for boys. But we are
still learning about both of them.
I am also pleased that Donny and Frankie have
taken a major interest in you and are willing to help you grow up. I know that
Frankie is your age and Donny is younger, but they both seem like very mature
young men. Having two strong male figures in your life has to be a tremendous
asset for you.
Don’t be disappointed in your lack of interest
in sex at the moment. You are still functionally about 10-11 years old. In four
years, Donny will be 18 and you will be 21 by the clock, but about 17 in level
of maturity. He will probably always be more mature than you are, but that is
something you can use to your benefit. I think you guys are doing remarkably
well together. I wish all my patients were as fortunate as you are to have the
kind of support you do. Keep me posted on your progress.
Hugs
Paul D. Baker, MD
END of Part 6
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