Failed the Beta Screen Ch. 02

Tim sat on the bench outside the counselor's office, wringing his hands and trying to ignore the throbbing between his buttocks. His anus periodically clenched, spiking the soreness but eliciting a delicious tightness in his pelvic floor. It was a strange sensation, like a new body part had suddenly been added. He couldn't stop his body from the exploring with experimental squeezes.

He was a nervous wreck. Was the technician serious when she'd said he would be declared a beta for sure? Was she just messing with him? He wanted to hate her for her unprofessionalism and for in his opinion overly rough treatment, but if he was truthful his feelings toward her were warm. If she reappeared before him now, he'd probably smile at her like an idiot.

The clothes she had left for him did not help quell his fears. A pair of plain white cotton panties, a one-piece jumpsuit in a pale, almost white, pink, a pair of white ankle socks with a bit of lace at the tops, and a black pair of flat sandals with a strap that he would have referred to as Mary Janes.

He had stood naked before the pile of clothes for several minutes, debating what to do. The technician had removed the clothes he'd come in with. There were no other clothes present. He thought about refusing to wear the socks as a symbolic gesture but changed his mind when he thought his feet may look even more effeminate barefoot in the sandals. He took care to make sure that the legs of the jumpsuit fully covered the lace on the socks.

After waiting for more than two hours, Tim was finally admitted into the counselor's office.

He was surprised to see his parents seated at the conference table. His mother looked like she'd been crying. His father nodded to him seriously. The counselor directed him to sit next to his parents on one side of the table. She then introduced the two women on the other side: Dr. Tanya Valiknakov from the Beta Treatment Institute and Ms. Sally Thomas from the Versatile Transition company.

The doctor looked severe, serious and nerdy behind her thick-rimmed glasses, though one could not call her unattractive. The company woman was strikingly attractive, her long hair expertly styled as it cascaded over her shoulders, her make-up perfectly applied. Her full breasts were prominently displayed in her tight blouse.

The counselor turned to Tim. "We've been discussing your case with your parents and Dr. V here for over an hour now. I understand that this result was not expected by you or your parents. But Dr. V has been very accommodating in explaining the results and the necessary treatment, and we are all in agreement. Therefore, Ms. Thomas has just joined us. Ms. Thomas, would you like to explain a little more about your function here?"

"Of course. I'm here as a representative of the Versatile Transition company. Transition companies invest in betas, often taking on the financial burdens of any necessary surgeries and medicines and of the intensive behavioral therapy required to help betas reach their potential. In return, they take a portion of the beta's future earnings or sale price if she enters into an agreement to be sold wholesale."

Tim's head was swimming with the shock of everything that had been said, but one word stood out as the most shocking.

"She?!" It was the first word he'd spoken since they all started talking. "But I'm a boy."

The pretty sales rep smiled patronizingly, as one would at a child who didn't understand why they needed to eat their vegetables. She was about to speak, when the counselor jumped in. "Oh sweetie, while you technically could try to keep a male gender as a beta, your prospects would be considerably diminished. Betas, especially a B3 like you, crave both domination and penetration. They need partners who are naturally motivated to provide both. And that's mostly men."

At his confused expression, the sales rep spoke up, "That's right. Approximately 90% of the beta market are males seeking a female/feminized beta. Another 8% are homosexual/bisexual men seeking male betas with the remainder composed of roughly equal numbers of lesbian/bisexual women seeking female betas and other women seeking male betas. So if you were to become a male beta, you're missing out on more than 90% of your options."

Tim couldn't listen to any more. "This is bullshit! I'm not a beta! And I'm definitely not a she! Just because I had a... a reaction to what that technician did doesn't mean that-"

"ENOUGH!" Dr. V's commanding voice immediately brought silence to the room. "The communication this afternoon has frankly been unacceptable, I assume because your counselor has not had much experience with betas," she pointedly stared down the counselor who looked down and seemed to shrink in her seat as she was scolded. "So I will take over to ensure the essential information is correctly conveyed."

At this point she switched from addressing the entire room to focusing her laser eye contact on Tim.

"The facts are these: your scores of the physical portion of the beta screen, particularly your arousal responses to transexual pornography and your demonstrate ability to orgasm from anal penetration alone, place you in the beta 3 category, even without considering your written test results. It is precisely for cases like yours that we include the physical portion of the screen.

Your written test results would have missed the fact that you are clearly a beta. But after reviewing them in light of your physical results, your high marks in submissiveness and agreeableness make sense and are likely underestimating the full extent of these qualities. For instance, your acceptance of the technician's commands to bend over and accept penetration with only token resistance would be unheard of for an alpha. Admittedly, your intelligence quotient and ambition scores were abnormally high for a beta, so your transition therapy may need to be more... intensive. But the sum of all of your testing indicates beta status without a doubt."

"I don't believe any of this crap!" Tim yelled with a mixture of anger and fear as he shot to his feet. Dr. V responded by pressing a large button on the table top and two large men dressed as orderlies quickly entered the room.

Dr. V spoke forcefully but carefully, "You will sit down this instant! If you absolutely cannot behave yourself, we will have no choice but to have you removed, and sedated if necessary, and we can finish up the conference with your parents. But in my professional opinion it is very important for your treatment that you understand your situation as soon as possible, so I highly recommend that you sit down and listen. Now, will you stay and behave yourself?"

Tim was so shocked by the rapid, forceful turn of events that he answered automatically. "Yes."

"YES MA'AM!" Dr. V demanded.

"Yes ma'am." Tim repeated submissively and sat back down. He looked down at his hands, embarrassed. When he looked back up, he found his parents looked at him in surprise and the others looked at him with relieved, satisfied little smiles. Just what they expect from a beta.

"Now, as I was saying," Dr. V resumed, "your testing was not in the borderline range. Your result was definitive. Therefore, as per protocol, your parents were called in and we reviewed the results together with the judge who joined by teleconference. In this case, I think it will be helpful to share some of those results directly with you."

She punched a few buttons and the screen on the back wall lit up. Then a video began to play. Tim instantly recognized himself and the technician. What followed was a heavily-edited video, a series of highlights from his screening.

Occasionally Dr. V's piped in with commentary: "Notice here how she accepted the restraints without a word of protest. This occurs in fewer than 3% of screenings," and "Look here how naturally she accepts and participates in her penetration." Tim's face flushed beet red as he watched the video of himself humping back on the technician's dildo.

The room clearly had numerous video cameras capturing different angles of his screening. One showed his face with his mouth dropped open in obvious arousal. Next the video showed a shot of his stiff penis bobbing between his legs as he was fucked. Then a shot that must have been taken from a bodycam on the technician that showed a closeup of his quivering asshole wrapped around the testing rod as it disappeared in and out of him.

The moment of his orgasm was captured in slow motion. How he bucked on the thick shaft filling his bottom, how his cream spilled out into the receptacle below him, the whorish moans that had involuntarily left his mouth. There was also testimony from the technician about how easily he'd submitted and from Dr. V comparing his results to population averages.

Tim wanted to speak but looked warily over at the two orderlies who were still posted near the door. He took a deep breath and then began in a quiet voice. "So... I may be... somewhat submissive... but I still don't see how that makes me a she."

Dr. V seemed pleased with the question. "I will explain it to you. It's true that you are not attracted to men. Your arousal level dropped to negligible in response to most of the male homosexual pornography. However, your arousal level to sissy *ahem* transsexual pornography vastly exceeded your level when exposed to vanilla heterosexual imagery. In fact, you became aroused by all the videos of sexual domination and submission, regardless of the genders, even the homosexual videos. This phenomenon is extremely common among betas. Your sexuality is based more on dominance and submission than it is on gender roles. So while, as Ms. Thomas stated, there are rare dominant women who might be able to meet your needs for constant domination and penetration as a male, your chances for a happy, fulfilling life are much greater as a female."

Tim began to panic now. "Well... well I will need time to think about-"

"You were legally declared a feminine beta, class 3, half an hour ago." Dr. V silenced him.

Tim looked to the counselor with a horrified look on his face. She gave him a sympathetic nod in confirmation. "It's true. The judge signed the order given the overwhelming objective evidence from your scores, Dr. V's expert recommendation, and your parents assent."

Tim turned to his parents, shocked at their betrayal. His father averted his eyes, but his mother looked back at him with empathetic tears in her eyes. "I know it's a lot to take in, sweetheart. But it's all going to be ok. They have great programs for this now. The doctors are going to help you, baby."

Tim realized his mother was a lost cause and quickly scanned the other faces at the table in search of support.

Dr. V peered at him like she was studying a test subject. "Your name was also legally changed to Cynthia Thompson and you'll go by Cindy. It is well established in cases like these that it is best to make a clean break with your previous life as a man."

Cindy started to hyperventilate.

"Just breathe, Cindy. You're going to be just fine. It's a big transition for anyone. You're doing great."

Cindy managed to keep breathing but looked down at the table in front of her, unable to handle meeting anyone's eyes.

At this point, Dr. V stepped in, "I think that's probably all the information Cindy can handle for today. Why don't the rest of us finish discussing the details and I can fill Cindy in gradually at the facility over the next few days?"

No one had any objection. Dr. V nodded to the two burly men near the door, who gently moved to each side of Cindy, each taking her hand and arm to escort her from the room.

Cindy's mind was in shock. The last thing she heard before she exited the room was, "-one of the most unique and submissive sissies I've ever encountered-"

The men walked her outside to a kind of ambulance. One got in the driver's seat and the other one accompanied her to the rear of the vehicle. When he opened the doors and saw the stretcher, Cindy briefly feared they were going to strap her down, but the man directed her to the seat across from him and she quickly sat down with relief.

The man handed her a bottle of water and a little cup containing a small green pill.

"What... what is this?" Cindy managed to ask.

The man gave her an annoyed look like she was getting fresh with him. "It's what the doctor wants you to take." She wondered if he even knew what it was as she gulped it down obediently.

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As the vehicle bounced down the road, Cindy felt strangely calm. At first, she assumed she was just in shock, coming down from the adrenaline high of the last several hours. But when the man in front of her said something to his colleague, his voice sounded slow and distorted. She realized it must be some effect from the drug they had given her.

When the pulled into the facility, one of the men helped Cindy step out of the ambulance on unsteady legs. She felt woozy and was thankful for the wheelchair they lowered her into.

Two nurses emerged to receive her. One was an overweight black woman who wore her hair in cornrows. Her scrubs seemed to be at least a size too small for her. The other nurse was a thin asian woman who stood a head shorter than her colleague.

The man handed a clipboard to the black nurse.

"Cynthia Thompson, class 3, eh? We thought we were already done with intake for the day."

The man just shrugged. "This one was unexpected, I think."

The nurse frowned and took a look at Cindy. "You gonna give us any trouble, Cindy?"

Cindy squinted up at the big lady. "Uh no, no I won't," she managed.

The nurse grabbed Cindy's face with one hand, cradling her chin and pinching her cheeks between her thumb and other fingers. "No what?"

Cindy just blinked up at the domineering woman, her mind too blitzed at the moment to realize that she'd failed to address her superior as ma'am. The nurse seemed to realize something was off with Cindy. As an experiment, she pushed her thumb against the girl's lips and Cindy took the digit into her mouth and started sucking automatically.

"Jesus, how much did the doc give her?"

The man looked a bit sheepish as he answered, "10 milligrams. Apparently this one was a little uppity with her. Initially thought we might have to strap her to the stretcher, but she calmed down on her own. Probably still in shock."

The nurse whistled loudly. "Whoohhee! 10 milligrams. Alright, Cindy, you gonna be a good girl for us?"

"Uhhh huhhh" Cindy tried to say with her mouth stuffed with the woman's thumb.

"That's 'yes ma'am.' Say it!"

"Yesth maaa'am"

"Good girl." Turning back to the men, she said, "alright fine, we'll get bimbo here settled for the night. You boys can take off." She signed the clipboard, and the men gave her appreciative nods before driving away.

As the two nurses wheeled Cindy inside the facility, the fat nurse spoke to her diminutive colleague, "Better let Dr. Fincher know we've got one more for intake tonight before he goes home."

"Good thinking. I'll give him a call and catch up with you in the prep room." Then she ran off to complete her task.

Cindy almost drifted off, lulled by the motion of the wheelchair as the nurse pushed her down endless hallways, but her eyes opened with they pushed through a set of double doors and came to an abrupt stop.

"Alright, Cindy girl, let's get those clothes off."

Cindy tried to be helpful but mostly just passively let the woman strip her. Even through her drug-induced haze, the situation was deliciously humiliating. Cindy looked down at her nakedness and giggled as her penis started to rise.

The nurse rolled her eyes, 'Fuckin' betas,' she thought to herself with a chuckle. "C'mon little slut, let's get this done. I've gotta get home. Lay face down over here."

Cindy recognized an identical bench to the one she'd been milked on earlier in the day. Delighted with a task she knew how to accomplish, Cindy crawled eagerly onto the bench. She pressed her face into the padded oval, brought her knees up onto the pads, and lifted her butt into the air.

The nurse snorted at what an obedient slut Cindy already seemed to be. 'This one is a natural,' she thought as she fastened the restraints around the girl's wrists and thighs.

She donned heavy rubber gloves and an industrial apron and took the hose from where it hung on the wall. Cindy squeaked and whimpered as her naked body was hosed down with icy water, but thoughts of protest never entered her little head.

The nurse returned the hose to its hook on the wall. Cindy shivered on the bench as the cold water dripped off of her. The nurse grabbed a brand new tube of hair removal cream and had just squirted a generous helping into her gloved hand when her colleague returned.

"Tina! Did you get lost? C'mon girl, we've got work to do!"

"Sorry Monique. Dr. Fincher wanted a bunch of details from the beta's intake file," Tina related as she slipped into her own gloves and apron and took a good look at the naked sissy for the first time. "Skinny little thing, isn't she? Except for that bubble butt. Lucky for a beta... anyways, Fincher says he wants to perform the intake procedures at 6 PM sharp. Anything we can't get done by then, we'll have to finish up after he's through with her."

Monique made a face as she lathered the little beta's body down with the foul-smelling cream. "The hell with that! I'm not waiting around. But c'mon, we can finish by six. You work on her head, I'll focus on her other end." It was annoying to have to complete all this work on the intake day, especially when a beta arrived late in the day like this, but the doc was strict about 'helping the girls see their true selves from day one.'

The two nurses went silent as they focused on completing their tasks as quickly as possible. Cindy moaned like a slut, all modesty temporarily dispelled by the drug, as four hands spread the cream into her every nook and cranny.

While the hair removal cream set and did its work, Tina got to work washing the girl's hair. She would wait to bleach it until after the hair extensions went in so that everything was a uniform color. Monique meanwhile moved to work on the girl's plush rear. Grabbing a thick handful of ass, Monique spread the beta's cheeks, exposing her wrinkled pucker. With her other hand she inserted the enema nozzle and let the first bag of cleaning and sensitizing solution start to flow.

Monique could feel herself getting aroused at the lewd sight before her. Although she'd never be able to afford one of the institute's trained betas on her nursing salary, working here had certainly influenced the kind of man she looked for and the content of her sex life. Her current boyfriend was a switch, and as she watched the beta's little asshole squeeze around the nozzle while her ass filled with liquid, Monique knew that tonight would be one of those nights where she enjoyed his tongue on her cunt and his ass on her strap-on.

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Dr. Valiknakov entered her office and set down her bag. As head of the treatment institute, she had video feeds covering one wall of her office that tapped into every room in the facility. She smiled as she noticed that Cindy was already almost done in the prep room.

To say she took her work seriously would be a serious understatement. She was married to her work, hopelessly obsessed with her life's passion. She viewed the facility as something between a hospital and a farm. She didn't look down on the betas that she trained. In fact, she loved them. Loved them in the way that many women love horses. As majestic creatures who just need strict training for their own good.

Cindy Thompson intrigued her. It was this intrigue that accounted for the dampness in the gusset of her panties at the moment. Dr. V had trained countless betas. She had pioneered much of the science herself and enjoyed breaking a mindless bimbo as much as the next alpha. But her current research focused on high functioning betas. Bitches who could deep throat your husband's cock for you, then do your taxes, before licking your ass clean for dessert. Such betas were not only desirable for their additional skills, but also for the enhanced sexual thrill. Sure it's fantastic to shove a cock up an anal whore's butthole, but there's something special about doing it to a girl who's reluctant, who will fight against cumming that way, who will shudder in shame as she begs you to fuck her harder.

These high functioning betas required more intelligence than the others, and Cindy Thompson had the highest IQ of any beta the doctor had yet trained in her facility. This beta might be just what she had been looking for to accelerate her research. Her mind was already fluttering with potential experiments to employ in the girl's treatment.

With these pleasant thoughts swirling in her brain, she decided to take a moment to savor the day's success. She enlarged the video feed from the prep room to cover the entire wall. Then she slid her panties off, rested her heels on her desk, and pressed two fingers into her sopping wet pussy.