Dr. Lilith's Retreat Part 3: Plea Bargain (Patreon)

Plea Bargain

The conference room featured a large Maple-stained wooden table that had likely been beautiful when it was first delivered.  Now it was nicked and scratched in hundreds of places on one side, while the side where Judge Eleanor “Nellie” Pastor sat retained its polished sheen.

Nellie was a thin and bird-like woman of advancing years.  Her grey hair was set into a “grandma perm” and thick-rimmed oversized glasses on her nose.   She had been elected to the bench twenty years ago back when a woman judge was still newsworthy, and was looking forward to her retirement once she had ensured that her hand-picked successor, prosecutor Elizabeth Humphrey, was secure in her place.    Once Beth was on the bench, Nellie would fade away from public life, collect what was due to her from Dr. Lilith, and then start over. Young, rich, and beautiful, somewhere in the Virgin Islands.

Before she could do that, however, she needed to make sure she earned her treatment and that meant securing a pipeline of test subjects/customers for Dr. Lilith’s new retreat center in the mountain above town.  The first segment of that pipeline would be laid today, with the case of town troublemaker Timothy England.

Ellie reopened Mr. England’s case file once more and scanned the key bullet points.   Stable church-going family, well to do, private schools, the boy had been handed every advantage in life.   Yet he had been in and out of Ellie’s courtroom since he was 11.   Drugs, fighting, booze, prostitution, and weapons charges meant little Timmy had spent more time in Juvie in the last 8 years than he had at home.

“I’m more of a mother to him than Helen was” she muttered to herself.

For all of Tim’s advantages, the boy had never had any structure.   His mother, Helen, had been too easy with him, always pleading for mercy for her boy, always forgiving his transgressions.  Nellie was sure that this enablement was what ruined the young man.  She had sat in this conference room and tried to explain that to Helen a hundred times.  The woman’s heart was just too soft for a boy like Timmy.  It was apparently too weak too because Helen had passed away two years ago not long after Nellie had convicted Timothy of possession as an adult for the first time and sent him to the State Penitentiary.   Timmy’s father, Reverend Joseph England followed his wife soon after.

When Timmy got out, three months ago, it was his aunt Grace, the Reverend’s sister who took him in.   Grace was a very different woman than her sister in law and would not tolerate Timmy’s behavior, setting strict rules and curfews on her 20 year old Nephew.   Timmy had rebelled of course and that rebellion had turned to violence Friday night when Grace went to the hospital with a fractured orbit ad three broken ribs and Timmy went back to a holding cell under Nellie’s court room.

“If any man deserves this, it’s Timmy” Nellie said out loud as she closed the folder and texted reception that she was ready.

Moments later, Beth, her hand picked successor and the prosecutor on Tim’s case (again) held open the door for Tim’s aunt Grace, who’s makeup and oversized sunglasses failed to conceal the purple black and blue ring around her left eye.   She moved slowly, gingerly, to the nearest chair.   A Young beautiful woman in a blue skirt suit, Stephanie Lilith, daughter of Dr. Katherine Lilith, held the chair steady while Grace lowered herself into it.   Stephanie took a seat to chairs down from Grace while Beth came around the table and sat beside Judge Nellie.

“Good morning, Grace.” Nellie opened up “Are you sure you should be out and about? We could have done this remote.”

Grace shook her head.  “I’m not letting that spoiled brat keep me down!” She looked sideways at Stephanie “Besides, I wanted to see how convincing this doc’s work is!”

Stephanie didn’t flinch.  “Are you satisfied Mrs.….”

“Miss England!  I never married.  Never saw a point in having a man think he could tell me what to do!”  She pointed at her swollen eye.  “Case in point”.

“Miss England.” Stephanie confirmed.  “Do I pass inspection?”

“Oh you pass, I’m sure” Grace said flatly.  “And downstairs?  Twig and berries gone too?”

“Grace! Please!” Beth exclaimed.

Grace pulled off her sunglasses,  her eye was grotesquely swollen, the iris that was visible was crimson red.  “That little shit needs to lose his balls for this!  I’m just making sure that happens!”

Stephanie cleared her throat.  All eyes turned on her as she stood back up with her hands at her side, palms out, as though presenting herself.  “Miss England,  My mother’s work is not a cosmetic procedure, nor do we fool the endocrine system with artificial hormones.  We rebuild it. From the DNA up.”  She swept the flat of her hand down her front, smoothing her skirt against the flat of her abdomen.  “Skin, bones, organs and glands are all regenerated according to the original genetic design, unless we modify some minor features like hair color or bust size.  Since all human zygotes begin as females, all of our patients end up as young females.  Complete, biological, functional females.  The only difference between me and a woman who was female at birth is that I still have a Y chromosome.”  She sat back down.

Grace considered for a moment before turning toward Nellie and Beth. “And the court would be ok doing this to Timmy?”

Nellie shrugged. “As a Judge, I have the authority to approve or reject plea deals made between the defendant and the prosecution.  I believe enrollment in this retreat would be corrective.  The likelihood of recidivism would be greatly reduced, so, I would approve.”  She turned toward Beth, having lobbed the ball to her.

Beth nodded.  “I would have not invited Stephanie to this meeting if I was not prepared to make an offer.   If your Nephew submits a guilty plea today to the assault and battery charge, we will drop the attempted murder and resisting arrest charges.   I will recommend to the Judge that your Nephew receive a 20 year suspended sentence contingent upon his good behavior and completion of what we will call a self improvement program at Dr. Lilith’s retreat. He will serve no time so long as he shows up at the Retreat in two weeks and does what he is told.”

Grace shook her head “Twenty years hanging over his head, and he loses his dick?  How do you expect him to agree to that?”

Beth nodded toward Stephanie who had pulled out a brochure and passed it to Grace.  The cover showed an old Victorian house set in the forest. The text on the front said,

Dr. Lilith’s Treatment Center and Retreat.

Offering complete care and empathetic counseling for:

Alcoholism

Addiction

Anger Management

Exhaustion

Stress

Intimacy issues.

In an isolated and private calming environment.

Restart your life!

“We are Non-specific with our guests as to the full nature of our treatments until after they are enrolled and on campus.  Until that stage, every form has an alternative explanation and we have a whole stack of litterateur like that.  Very different from the package we give to sponsors.”  She slid across a second brochure

Dr. Lilith’s Male Correction Retreat

Discrete and Complete

Involuntary Feminization and Genetic customization services.

Grace looked at both pamphlets for a long time as the other women in the room waited patiently.   As she looked, her hand reached up and rubbed the side of her face, then recoiled.  Her jaw set.  She looked up a Stephanie.  “How much customization can you do?”

Stephanie smiled.  She had Miss England on board.  “In broad strokes, a surprising amount!  We could give Timothy any hair color, eye color, skin tone, dimensions you may choose to bestow.  Even the voice can be adjusted…”

“No!”  Grace shook her head “Not that way! Um,  you said every one who gets this treatment ends up as a YOUNG woman. Does that mean you can adjust age?”

Stephanie opened her mouth to answer and then stopped.  She tried again.  “The treatment resets the subject to the point of maturity, which is the early 20s, but….”

She opened her laptop and started searching through files.

Grace tapped the “decoy” brochure.  “It says here ‘Restart your life!’ Could we?”

“Grace…” Nellie said in stunned shock.

She turned to face the Judge.  “Timmy is a complete failure as a man Nell, you said this yourself more than once!”

“Yes.” The Judge replied.  “Which is why we were going to have him treated.”

“And then what?”  Grace asked.  “We bring her home, let her loose and she is just going to break parole and then be facing 20 years in prison with the Department of Corrections asking all kinds of questions about their male offender who showed up with tits and a pussy! It’ll blow back on us!”

Nellie was caught short.  She glanced at Beth who was shaking her head. The 20 years suspended were supposed to ensure Tim’s cooperation, but Grace was right, if they ever tried to impose them, it would expose everything they had done.

“It’s an arbitrary setting”. Stephanie announced. “My mother selected it for peak physical fitness, but the body age of a subject can easily be set in the template.”  She cleared her throat.  Stephanie had been a man once herself, and had overseen the forced feminization of almost a hundred men.  She had even sold some of them into a lifetime of sexual slavery but the implications of this conversation and the answers her mother was sending her in direct message were making even her uncomfortable.  The last line sent a chill down her spine but she read it to the room anyway.  “In theory, the aging process could be sped up or slowed down, even stopped.”

“Start life over” Grace said. “This time she will grow up with a mother who will set boundaries, instill discipline and teach her how to be a proper lady, and if she won’t learn, she can stay at that age till she does.  I always wanted a baby girl.  Can you make that happen?”

Stephanie’s face was white as she exchanged texts with her mother.  At last she looked up.  “For safety reasons we wouldn’t want to go younger than….uh….14 months but we have no idea what affect that much age regression will have on the brain. She my retain her memories, but her level of function are likely to be age appropriate.”

“That seems ideal for the lesson” Grace said coldly.  She turned to the judge and prosecutor sitting across the table.  “Work for you?”

Nellie saw Beth nod.  She considered canceling the whole thing.  This was just too much, too awful to do to Timmy.  She looked up at Grace’s face, her discolored face her swollen and weeping eye.  Maybe it wasn’t too harsh.   Maybe in 18 years, Timmy will have learned to be a bright, and promising young woman under her aunt’s care.  Maybe starting from scratch was the best thing for the boy.

Nellie thought about her plans,  forever 21, tanned in her string bikini with men fawning over her as she lounged on a tropical beach.   She needed to keep her deal with Dr. Lilith to get to that body and that beach.

She dialed a number on her mobile.  “Dorian, It’s Judge Pastor, listen I know you are overwhelmed with cases, but I think I have good news about the England kid.”  She paused for a minute “The one who almost beat his aunt to death.   Ok, allegedly.  Listen,  Elizabeth is here with me and the Aunt and we think we have a deal your client will want to hear.   When can you bring him up?  Ok,  see you then!”  She hung up.  “Timmy and his PD will be here in half an hour.”

“This is bullshit!” Tim complained to his lawyer as he flipped through the papers he had to sign.

“This is a cakewalk with no hard time!” Dorian urged his client.  “We already told the D.A. we are taking the deal.  Don’t make me into a liar.” He checked his watch.  He had a consultation with another meth-head in half an hour.  The sooner he could unload this England kid, the better off he would be.

“Fuckin fine!” Tim grumbled.  He snatched Dorian’s good pen out from in front of him and started to scribble his name on each sheet. “Class starts in two weeks, can I go home till then?”

“Your aunt has a restraining order against you until you complete that program.  If you can demonstrate that you have a place to stay, I am willing to release you on bond.”  Nellie answered.

“Yeah, I’ll shack up with Skye for a couple of weeks. She knows how to treat a condemned man!” Timmy mimed a blowjob, laughed, and stared at Judge Pastor, waiting for a reaction.   He was surprised when she smiled too.

“Enjoy it while you still have it,” She said with a smile.

“Hell yeah judge!”  Tim replied.  “Youth is a hell of a drug!” He finished signing the last sheet and passed it to Dorian who handed it to the judge.

“Head on down to processing, and we’ll work out your provisional release,”  Nellie instructed.  She read over the paperwork again as the two left the room.

“Youth is a hell of a drug indeed Timmy,  and as little baby Kendra, you are going to get quite an overdose.” She dropped the paperwork into Tim’s file and closed it, not expecting to ever see it again.