The New Cherie: A Dr. Zaaijer Story Chapter 21-25 (Patreon)

Chapter 21

Christi was called into Mrs. Atkinson's office.

“Yes, Mrs. Atkinson, you sent for me.”

“I heard what happened at Dr. Zaaijer's office.  You can't just barge in like that.”

“But I needed him.”

“I don't care, it's not done and you are in trouble.”

“I am?”

“Yes, and we have come up with a suitable punishment.”

“You did?” Christi didn't know what Mrs. Atkinson meant by 'we.'

“Yes, you are going to volunteer at the hospital.  You are going to be a Candy Striper.”

“What is that?”

“They help the nurses and help around the hospital.”

“But I don't wan....”

“I don't care what you want.  You will do it or else.  They are expecting you at the hospital after school for orientation.”  Mrs. Atkinson gave Christi a card with directions.  She took it and left the room.

On the way out, Christi thought this might not be too bad.  It was a way to make up for all the horrible things she did.

At the hospital they explained the job.  “You will be delivering mail, taking the food trays to the patients, running things from the pharmacy department to the nursing floors and back, and taking patients from one place to another,” the administrator informed her. “You might also be required to help feed a patient who cannot feed themselves.”

“OK, I can do that.”

“Also here is your uniform, you will wear it everyday you are here.”  She was given a red and white vertically striped jumper that had gathers at the waist and a flared skirt.  “You must wear this with a white blouse with a collar and white pantyhose or tights.  There is no exception in the style or color of either.”

“Great,” Christi thought, “more pantyhose.  She hated wearing them. She avoided it when she could.  Even if she wore a skirt to school, she never had anything on her legs.  Now she would be wearing pantyhose every day she worked there.  She just hated the idea.

What made matters worse was that she learned that she was just a Candy Striper (not even a nurse's assistant) do what you are told and don't make waves.  There are professionals for that.  Christi just kept her mouth shut and did her job.

Chapter 22

The legal papers arrived at the house.  Lea opened up the package.  On top was a letter from the social worker.  It said:

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Femrite,

Find enclosed the new birth certificate and change in legal status for you daughter Cherie.  The birth certificate should look like Cherie's original certificate, but it is really an alteration of your son's certificate.  Also find enclosed the documents which were necessary to create the new certificate, included change of name, change of gender, change of age, change of legal status to minor under five and change of social security number.

All appropriate information was transmitted to change her status in all areas, such as all of his doctors and the local board of education.  She is scheduled to attend Pre-K in September 2021 (two years from this September).  She is also scheduled to enter the hospital for physical gender reassignment surgery Tuesday, so her body matches her status.

It goes without saying, that with her new change in status, it is now legally required that you treat her like a toddler in all things. Due to the gender confusion brought on by her 'excess' male hormones that are flowing through her body, it is also emphasized that you reinforce her true gender (female) until physical gender reassignment is completed.  i.e. stay away from unisex clothing, toys and male oriented TV or videos.  A prescription for patches which contain timed released female hormones is included in your packet.

Sincerely yours,
Helena Rosseau
Social Services State of ....

Lea looked inside the packet.  She saw the birth certificate.  It looked fine.  There was also a change of social security number.  Lea didn't know what Cherie's SSN (or any of her children) was, it was written down somewhere.  Change of gender male to female was fine.  But then she saw the change of birth date.  The new birth date was right, but the old birth date was wrong, it wasn't Paul's birthday, it was Ryan's.  Then she saw the change of name, Paul's name wasn't being changed to Cherie, it said that Ryan's new name was now Cherie Lynn Femrite.  “They made a mistake,” Lea thought.  It didn't matter too much, she would see the social worker and get it figured out soon.

Chapter 23

Monday Ryan returned to school as normal, but his Student ID wasn't working at the school's entrance.  The security guard knew him and he was sent to the assistant principal's office to see what the problem was.  The assistant principal sent him to the guidance office.  He waited there until Helena Rosseau arrived.  The counselor left so that Helena could talk to Ryan privately.

“My,” Helena said in a sing song voice reserved for small children and pets, “I've heard  you are getting yourself into all sorts of troubles recently.  Let's get you back home where you belong.”

“Home, but I should be at school.”

“I know you want to go to school, but you aren't ready yet.  I know you feel all big, but you are still just a little girl.”  Ryan was wearing his unisexed clothing purchased in the women's department. Helena noticed that it was girl's clothing immediately, since she was looking for it.

“I'm not a little girl!” Ryan shouted.

“I know your a big girl, but you still aren't ready for school.”

Ryan yelled at Helena, trying to convince her that he wasn't a little girl.  That that was his 'brother' Paul.  But she wouldn't listen to him.  She thought he was having a tantrum.  Helena had spent time under Dr. Zaaijer's care.  She wasn't who she seemed.

The truth be told, she looked like a successful professional woman, but she really wasn't, she was a boy even younger than Ryan.  He had swapped lives with his mother, who was now in junior high school.

In an effort to calm him down, Helena injected Ryan with a sedative.  An ambulance came and he was transported to a hospital.

Helena phoned Lea on her cell.  “Hello Mrs. Femrite, I'm Helena Rosseau.  Your little girl Cherie is such a skamp.  She walked all the way to the high school and tried to go to classes.  But you don't have to worry.  I picked her up.  I took her to the hospital.”

“The hospital?  Is there anything wrong?”

“No, it's just those darn male hormones made her so high strung she had a tantrum.  Anyway, she's fine.  They'll do the surgery tomorrow and she'll be back to normal without all those silly male hormones.”

“Thank you,” Lea said.  Once she got off the phone she wondered how Cherie had gotten out.  She was playing in her room the last she saw.  Lea went up to Cherie's room to see if the gate was opened.  When she got there, she saw that Cherie was playing happily as usual.  Lea was panicked.  She knew it must be Ryan who was at the hospital.  She shouldn't have waited to fix things when she got the legal papers.  Lea called Randy and told him what had happened.  Then she drove to the hospital.

At the hospital, Ryan was heavily sedated.  He was hooked to an IV which contained a cocktail of saline solution, a testosterone blocker and female hormones.

Christi was told to keep an eye on this patient.  She was to make sure that music for toddlers was to be playing at all times and that if Ryan showed any signs of consciousness to let the staff know.  Christi had heard of the case of Cherie.  It was in all the papers although Christi had never seen him before.  Christi did an excellent job.  If Ryan started to wake, Christi would see it, tell a nurse who would sedate him again.  Ryan spent his time in the hospital in a semi-conscious state.

Chapter 24

Without anyone to babysit and since there wasn't any time, Lea took Cherie and rushed to the hospital.  There wasn't any time to lose.  Cherie sat in her car seat in the back with Brabra her stuffed zebra in her arms.  Lea gave the plushie to her before strapping her into the car seat.

“Mommy, where are we going?”

“Ryan is sick.  I have to help him.”

“He's sick?  What's wrong?  Will he be OK?”

“I'm sure he'll be fine.”

Cherie wasn't talking like a toddler anymore.  She was talking like an adult, but Lea didn't notice.  She was forced (by Dr. Zaaijer) to think Cherie had the mind of a little toddler girl and couldn't see anything different no matter what Cherie did.

When they got to the hospital, Cherie pushed the stroller instead of riding in it.  Brabra was placed in the seat where Cherie would sit. If she wasn't dressed like a toddler, no one would know that she was supposed to be a baby.  Not by the expression on her face nor by what she said or how she said it.

Lea found the hospital administrator and told him, Mr. Bailey.  “There's been a terrible mistake.  It's not my son Ryan who is supposed to have surgery, but Cherie over here.”

Mr. Bailey looked at Cherie.  She didn't look like she was a little girl.  It was true she was dressed like a toddler and she was cuddling her plush zebra, but she didn't seem like one.  Not from her demeanor anyway.  It looked like Cherie was following the conversation just like any other young adult would.

“That's Cherie?”

“Right, she is the one who needs a penis and testicle castration, not Ryan.”

“Are you Cherie?” Mr. Bailey asked Cherie.

“No, my name is Paul.”

“Your Paul?  How old are you?”

“I'm nineteen.”

Lea heard the conversation but as before she didn't pick up that anything was wrong.  Breaking into the conversation, Lea said.  “She has a great imagination.  She likes to pretend to be lots of things, sometimes a princess other times a ballerina.  She is so precious.”

“Why are you dressed like that?” Mr. Bailey asked.

“Mom dressed me like this.  I don't want to, but what can I do?” Cherie replied.

“Sometimes we play dress-up.  But these are her normal clothes,” Lea said.

“She makes you dress like that?” Mr. Bailey interjected.

“I suppose,” Cherie replied.

“What are you carrying?”

“That's Brabra.  She's my best friend.  She comes with me everywhere,” Cherie said with a big smile and enthusiasm in her voice.

Cherie continued talking about her and Brabra in the glowing terms that could only be uttered by a toddler.  Mr. Bailey was thinking all the while “Something was very wrong here.”  Cherie/Paul seemed perfectly normal (normal for a young adult man in most respects) but Mr. Bailey could also hear the affection for the plushie that he/she carried in her arms.  No one that age should feel that way, especially not a young man.  Who was the true two year old?  Mr. Bailey had to get it right.  He left the office to find the proper legal papers regarding the Femrite family.  Maybe no one should be operated upon tomorrow.  There certainly was something off with what was going on here.

Mr. Bailey, looked up the records and found the social worker on the case, Mrs. Rosseau

“I'm glad I found you, Mrs. Rosseau.  I was just checking up on the case of Cherie Femrite.”

“Yes, all seems to be right on track.  She is waiting for surgery in the morning.”

“I know, let's see we are castrating her and also a few other cosmetic procedures on her face.”  Besides the castration, Ryan would have surgery on his face to make him look more like a woman.  His jawline would be narrowed and curved, his cheekbones would be raised, his nose would be made smaller and also some surgery to make his eyes look more expressive.  All in all it would make him look like what he would have looked like if he had been born female.

“Yes that's right.”

“Are you sure, we are operating on the right child?  Mrs. Femrite came in with who she said was Cherie and said there was a terrible mistake.”

“I'm sure it's the right one.  Mrs. Femrite has been under terrible stress.  She's not handling it as well as can be expected.”

“Don't you think we should delay the procedure then?”

“No, it's not the Femrite family who is ordering it.  It is the court.  Cherie shouldn't have to wait because of her mother.  We have several people on this case who are looking at all the factors.  There won't be any trouble.”

It took a little more convincing, but Mrs. Rosseau was able to smooth out any troubles that Mr. Bailey had had.  The surgery was on track for early tomorrow morning.

Back in Mr. Bailey's office, Lea called Dr. Zaaijer to tell him what was happening.  He assured her that he would fix everything.  He told her to return home with Cherie.  There wouldn't be any surgery tomorrow.  Ryan would have to stay in the hospital until the recovered from the anesthesia .  She could fetch him tomorrow.  Reassured, Lea left Mr. Bailey's office and returned home with Cherie.

As soon as Dr. Zaaijer hung up the phone, he sent a text message to Steve's cell phone.  Steve looked at it and then erased the message.  A second later he even forgot he had received a message at all.

Chapter 25

Steve arrived home to find nobody there.  He was dressed in his normal attire (clothes typical of a boy in his early teens, except underneath it all hidden from everyone he was wearing one of Cherie's diapers.)  The diaper he was wearing was of course wet as he had been wetting it occasionally all day in small amounts.  The diaper did what a diaper was supposed to do, it absorbed all the wetness and kept his skin dry.  But the very idea that the diaper was wet gave Steve a warm feeling all over.  He also wore a pair of plastic panties over the diaper to prevent any embarrassing leaks.  At first he was worried about the crinkling of the diaper or the smell of the urine would give him away.  But no one seemed to notice, although Steve was fully ware of the situation.

Now that he was home, Steve needed his diaper changed.  He would prefer to have Ryan change him, but he was fully capable of changing himself.  Since he was home alone, Steve decided to change his diaper on the changing table in Cherie's room, instead of in the bathroom with the door closed so no one could catch him.  Steve didn't know that even if he was caught, neither his mom or dad would recognize what was happening in front of their own eyes.  They were instructed by Dr. Zaaijer not to notice anything 'strange' in the house.  Lea for example never noticed that Steve never had any dirty briefs in the hamper nor that Cherie was using twice the amount of diapers than she should expect.

Steve tried to resist, but nobody was home.  He didn't want to wear his boy clothes.  He had been wearing them all day.  So he decided to wear something of Cherie's instead.  He found a cute tunic.  It was a pink long sleeved tunic with featured a darling pom-pom hem.  It was so soft, Steve just loved it's feel.  He was supposed to wear it with a pair of leggings or some pants, but he didn't feel like pants.  Not even girlie ones so he skipped them.  His diaper could clearly been seen peeking out under his top.

He played in Cherie's room for a while and then decided to get some juice.  Once downstairs, he saw no reason to return to the bedrooms.  He knew that if Lea was out, she invariably called home.  Unfortunately for him, he didn't notice her car pulling into the driveway until ti was too late.  Then he flew upstairs to Cherie's room.  Upon entering the baby gate closed and fastened leaving him stuck in Cherie's room dressed like a toddler without any boy clothes to return to.

He was trapped, which made his decision to just come out and tell his mother everything.  How he liked dressing like a toddler and he wished he could do it full time just like Cherie.  The only other choice was to simply get naked and come up with a lie.  The truth seemed better to Steve.

Lea entered the house with Cherie in tow.  No one was home, but there was a video playing on the TV in the living room.  She knew the video well, it was one of the ones Cherie had seen dozens of time.

“Steve are you home?” Lea called out.

“Ummm, I'm up stairs.”  Then a moment later he said, “I have something to tell you.”

Lea and Cherie walked to the sound of Steve's voice and saw him in Cherie's room.  The baby gate was closed and Steve was stuck in the room.  But what surprised her of course was how he was dressed.  “Why are you wearing Cherie's clothes?”  Lea opened the gate.  Steve came out, dressed as he was, to talk to her.

“Mom that is what I wanted to talk to you about.  I like this.”

“You like this? What do you mean?”

“I want to be treated like a toddler.  I want to be treated like Cherie.”

“You want to be a baby boy?”

“No, not just baby, but a girl like Cherie.  I have always felt this way.  It's what I want.”

Lea couldn't believe her ears.  Steve wanted to be a little girl?  This didn't make any sense.  Lea was having enough problems with Ryan.  She had got to him just in time.  But now Steve decided to spring this on her now?  There couldn't be worse timing.  “You are wearing diapers.  Do you use them too?”

“Of course.”

“I don't know what to say.  Let me think about this for a minute.  Then we'll talk.  Have you told you father?”

“No.”

“Should I tell him or do you want to?”

“I think it would be easier if you told him.”

Lea didn't know if it would be easy for her to tell him.  She already had plenty to tell him.  “Why not get into your normal clothes now. We'll discuss this later after daddy and I...” she trailed off.

Trying to change the subject and lighten the mood Steve asked, “Where's Ryan?”

“Well he had a small accident at school,” she said which wasn't a lie.  “He was taken to the hospital for observation.  But he'll be alright and will be home tomorrow.”

“Was he hurt?”

“No, they got to him in time.”  Lea meant that she stopped the surgery.  “He'll be fine.  Don't worry.”  It occurred to her for a moment, maybe Steve wanted to have the surgery that Ryan had been scheduled for.  But she pushed the thought from her mind.

“Anyway, you get changed.  I mean into your regular clothes.  I have to put Cherie down for her nap.  She missed her usual one with all this Ryan business.”

“I don't want to take a nap.  I'm not tired,” Cherie said.  Paul told her.  He was sounding less and less like a toddler and more and more like a grown teenager all the time.  But Lea couldn't see any of it. “I don't want to wear girlie clothes or a diaper for that matter either.”

“Miss cranky pants.  You need a little nappie,” Lea addressed Paul as if he was still acting like a naughty two year old.

“But Mom, I don't feel tired.”

“No arguments,” Lea told Cherie.  “I'm not in the mood.  You will take your nap now, young lady!”  Then she gained control over herself and addressed him again like he was just a toddler.  “Well lie down and see what happens.”  Soon, Paul was put down for his nap and fell asleep.  His mind/personality was caught between being an adult and being a baby.  But it seemed normal to him.  Paul instinctively cuddled Brabra (his plush zebra) and sucked his thumb which calmed his mind and put him fast asleep once put down.

As Cherie slept, what Cherie had said was seeping into Lea's consciousness.  There was something wrong with the way she was acting.  Lea couldn't put her finger on it.  But something seemed off.  She went to Cherie's room to check on her.  She was sleeping peacefully.  But there was something wrong with her diaper.  “Maybe she's just wet,” Lea surmised.  She decided to check, even though Cherie was asleep.  It was then that she felt it.  Cherie had a boner.  This confused her even more.

Randy had returned home from work.  He had changed jobs months ago although he didn't know it.  Under Dr. Zaaijer's influence, Randy left his high paying job to become the nanny of an affluent couple who had a set of triplet girls aged two.  He worked from 8 AM to 6 PM taking care of the girls.  Since this job was a lot closer than his former employment, he left for work and arrived home at exactly the same time as before.

After a week, he had forgotten he had another job besides this one.  As time went on, he forgot everything he learned in college and then forgot that he had gone to college at all.  Before long, he remembered an entirely new work history.  He remembered always loving young children, especially those under school age.  He remembered a series of jobs working as a nanny for various couples who had babies.  He would care for the children until they were entering school age and then find a new couple to work for.

He loved his job.  Sometimes he wished he had three baby daughters instead of teenaged sons.  He sometimes daydreamed about his children being little girls forever.  Always in diapers and always cute and innocent.

Lea greeted Randy at the door and informed him of what was happening with Ryan.  Lea would spare Randy with what she discovered about Steve for another time.  Randy was concerned, but a small part of him wished that Ryan would become just like Cherie.

After telling Randy, Lea decided to call Dr. Zaaijer and find out the status of Ryan.  But when she called him, she found that his phone had been disconnected.  She couldn't reach him no matter what she did.  So instead she phoned the hospital to make sure all was well.

Once being transferred to the correct extension, Lea heard in a chipper voice, “Yes, Mrs. Femrite, Cherie is doing fine after the surgery.  She's going to be better than new.”

“What?  I thought the surgery was tomorrow.”

“It was moved up.  There was a young girl who died and her parents donated her organs.  Cherie got her bladder and all her female sex organs.  She's now just like a normal girl down there.  In a few years, when she is ready, she can even have children.  Of course, since her muscles are new she will be in diapers.  But since she isn't potty trained yet, that won't be a big deal.  So don't worry about it.  They have also tightened her vocal cords so she won't speak like a boy anymore.  They will loosen naturally like a normal girl.  They're finishing up the plastic surgery on her face so she'll be just cute as a button.  All is going according to plan.

The nurse prattled on.  Lea was so stunned by what she was hearing that she didn't say a word.  Her son, would have a real working vagina?  He'll look like a girl?  It was too late to do anything.  Finally she said, “Oh My God!”

“Yes, it's wonderful.  You will be able to see Cherie in the morning.  So get a good night sleep.”

Lea didn't say anything again.

The nurse cut in before Lea said anything, “I have another call.  I have to go.  See you tomorrow.”  Then she hung up without waiting for a response.

Lea let the phone fall out of her hand and drop to the floor.

Lea couldn't handle what she heard.  It was too much.  For a second she had a moment of clarity.  She recognized all the signs about her sons that she had missed.  She remembered how Cherie was changing.  She was becoming less like a toddler and more like the old Paul.  She remembered all the things that indicated that Steve was going in the opposite direction.  The times she caught a hint of diaper under Steve's pants and all of the little things that Steve did that she just ignored.  Finally, she blamed herself for Ryan.  She shouldn't have left the hospital until she could take him home.  She blamed herself on everything.

It was too much for her, her mind snapped.  She stopped thinking of herself as Lea Femrite,  a middle aged wife and mother.  Her mind disintegrated into that of the mindless teenagers she had fantasized she was.  She believed she was a fifteen year old girl with big tits and no worries.  She could see that he tits weren't as firm as they should be for a teenaged girl.  Nor even if she had a mirror could she see the lines on her face.  Her legs gave out and she fell to the ground.

Randy saw her fall and asked, “Are you alright?”

“Like, what am I doing here?” she said in a higher pitched voice that she normally had.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, like who are you?”

“I'm Randy, your husband.”

“Like yeah, I'm like totes too young to be married.  Especially to an old fart like you.” Lea said, although she did think as far as old farts go, Randy was cute.  But way too old for her.

Randy called 9-1-1 for an ambulance.  Then he told Steve that Mom had collapsed and that he was taking her to the hospital.  Steve should watch Cherie until they get back.

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