Prologue.

Ten year old Bobby left the hygienist office after having his teeth cleaned. He ran out into the waiting room where his mother was. His mother gave him his toy truck. He didn't like leaving the truck with his mother as he went into get his teeth cleaned, but now that it was over he could have it again. As his mother paid the receptionist and made another appointment for her son six months down the line, Bobby got on the floor on his hands and knees and pushed the truck here and there.

"Bobby, you get up off the floor," Mrs. Buchanan admonished. "People are trying to walk."

Bobby didn't listen to his mother. His mother thought it would be best to just finish her business and get out of there instead of reprimanding her son in a louder and more public manner.

"Shelby Riley?" said the dental assistant from the door the lead to the dental examining room.

A young lady of about fifteen years old got up out of her seat. Shelby was wearing a tie-dye biker shorts set which consisted obviously of biker shorts which were very tight and descended just past her mid-thigh and a matching t-shirt which had a round neck and fit loosely to the tops of her thighs. Her bra was slightly more than a training bra. She had the perfect dancer's body.

Shelby had to avoid Bobby who was still crawling on the floor as she walked towards the assistant. She made a dancers hop to adroitly dodge the little boy.

Shelby was a lithe girl who walked with a fluidity of movement that came with a dozen years of dance practice. Her makeup was lightly applied in natural tones. with just a hint of lip gloss on her lips, no blush but foundation gave her face a flawless appearance.

"This way," the assistant directed Shelby with a big reassuring smile on his face.

Shelby thought the assistant looked slightly familiar. He was two or three years older than she was. He was dressed in the scrubs that assistants usually wear which was throwing off her memory of where she saw this boy.

On the scrubs, there was a decal with the name of the practice and just above that was the name 'Morgan' presumably the name of the assistant.

She wasn't sure but he seemed to remind her of a boy at the high school Shelby attended. That boy was also two or three grades older than she had been (when she was a freshman.) He was more of a bully back then. Shelby didn't have much interaction with the boy. He was several years older and he wouldn't be bullying just some freshman girl. Shelby thought that this boy could be him. But she didn't think the bully's name was Morgan.

He didn't appear as a bully anymore. He was now quite pleasant and had a professional air that belied his true age.

Shelby didn't take too close a look at the assistant if she had, she might have noticed that even though he was wearing white sneakers, he was wearing opaque stockings instead of socks and if she would have looked closely at the shoulder or back of the boy, she would have seen the outline of his bra straps.

As they were walking down the hall, they passed an elderly man in a wheelchair being pushed by another assistant. This assistant was a woman in her forties who was wearing an identical outfit (scrubs and sneakers) as Morgan. The only different is that apparently that assistant's name was Tracy. The old man in the wheelchair wasn't going to have his teeth cleaned, it was apparent that he didn't have any teeth left. What was strange about the old man, was that it was spring, but the man was dressed like it was late fall. Shelby didn't know that elderly people often feel cold no matter what the temperature is.

In the dental examination room, Shelby took a seat in the dental chair. The assistant clipped a dental bib around her neck and Shelby laid back to relax. She put her head on the headrest and waited for the dentist to arrive. Her mind went blank. Before she knew it, the procedure was over.

"That wasn't too bad," the dental hygienist announced.

"No, I didn't feel a thing. Thank you doctor."

Shelby left the examination room and headed back to the reception area.

The hygienist checked the computer terminal. She saw on the computer screen that "Shelby Riley, age 15" records had been uploaded to the system. It was under the Robert (Bobby) Buchanan, age 10 record who had the same procedure done to him and Shelby had to herself. There were scores of other records that had been uploaded to the system this week alone.

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Katie Naputi walked her son, Jonas into the doctor's office. Katie was a middle aged woman nearing forty. She had gain a few pounds since the divorce. The divorce was stressful, but her ex-husband was making her life a living hell ever since.

Katie thought that James, her ex-husband would mellow after getting married to Alexis, a woman almost half James' age and only seven years older than their son. Alexis was 23 years old. Katie saw Alexis as all tits and ass but not much substance. But even after marrying her, James still found time to make Katie's life hell. Now he wanted full physical custody of their son, Jonas.

"Why are we here? I don't want to be here," Jonas asked.

"I'm your mother, you are only sixteen and you have to do what I say!" Katie stated forcefully.

"Today, but not tomorrow."

Jonas had lived with his mother his entire life. But starting tomorrow he might be living with his dad and his new step-mother. Jonas had grown more out of control recently, which disturbed Katie. But what disturbed her worse was that he was becoming more like his father everyday.

Tomorrow, Jonas, Katie and James would be in court. The court was going to decide on Jonas' placement. Jonas wanted to live with his father. He would tell the judge so and in all likelihood he would go home with him.

"That's tomorrow. Today you are going to see the doctor."

"Why?"

"Just to make sure you are in perfect health. If anything happens, I'll have proof it wasn't my fault. You know your dad loves to blame everyone but himself."

Jonas entered the doctor's examining room. Jonas didn't take note of the doctor's name as the doctor led him into his inner office.

"Take off your clothes and put this gown on," the doctor said. Then after a brief pause the doctor continued, "And your underwear too."

Jonas was mad, but he didn't see any danger. He complied. He wanted to get this over with.

When Jonas was dressed in an examination gown only, the doctor did as all doctors do. He used his stethoscope and listened to Jonas' heart. Then the doctor stepped behind Jonas and listened again to his heart, this time from the back.

"OK, now breath deeply from your mouth," the doctor said.

This time instead of listening to Jonas' lower back as all doctors do to hear his lungs, the doctor took what looked like a small box and attached it to the back of Jonas' head.

Jonas' mind went blank as his was temporarily rewritten.

A moment later, a broad smile appeared on Jonas' face.

"Honey, your mom is waiting. Your costume is back stage, go get dressed, she wants to see you dance."

Jonas leaped out of his seat and ran eagerly into the next room. He instinctively knew where to go and what to do.

The doctor watched Jonas for a few moments. Jonas saw his costume. He knew he had to start with the tights. It was new, still in the original plastic. Jonas took off his gown and stood naked. He picked up the package containing the tights, he unstuck the tape that was keeping the package close, without tearing the tape. He took out the nude footless tights. They were wrapped around a piece of thin cardboard. He used his fingers to slide his way down the tights. Then he sat down lifted his left leg and put his foot through the hole. He snaked the left side up his legs as if he had done this very action thousands of times before.

The doctor left his office and escorted Katie to the theater part of the building. They took a seat in the theater in front of the empty stage. The doctor knew it would take Jonas some time to get ready.

"Are you sure this is what you want? We could have used the shy girl persona or the cheerleader or maybe the underage vixen."

The doctor smiled at the thought of the boy he just saw, studding around in skin-tight capri faux leather leggings and a top made of stretchy material tied into a severe knot at the upper torso exposing his navel as he gyrated on six inch stilettos.

"No, this will be perfect. I can't wait to see it."

The music swelled with a cello playing classical music. Katie didn't know the name of the music but it was 'The Dying Swan' by Saint-Säens.

Jonas beautifully leaped out from stage left with a graceful gesture that he never had shown before. He was wearing a black and white print leotard with an open back and no sleeves over footless nude tights. Over the tights and leotard was a white tutu which encircled him by about a foot. He wore point shoes with ribbons that tied around his ankles and ending in a pretty bow.