Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2022 23:02:31 +0100
From: Stefan van de Leeuw <driebeelden@gmail.com>
Subject: The island series part four

Island of Boys Part four

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From part three....



With a promise of one of Mary's breakfasts and a full grand tour of the
place tomorrow, Charles took Annie and her shipment of luggage to her room.

When he returned, Peter had arrived to escort Mary back to their home, so
Charles locked up and we went up to our room.

Washed undressed and into bed, we assumed the same positions of the night
before and drifted off to sleep.


Part four...

The next few weeks were taken with setting up and spreading the word. Annie
moved into one of the two bungalows, now restored and set up her clinic in
the former army barracks, now restored to the same standard as the rest of
the hotel. WE had decided to locate the refuge here and keep the main
building as a hotel, because Tracey has been receiving so many enquiries
from past guests wanting to book for the coming season. There was the
thought that the hotel guests may not want to mix with 'troubled teenagers'
and vice versa, so they were two separate buildings. However, they would
mingle at mealtimes and across the rest of the island, which simply was a
quiet beach location.

The TV crews came and went, and overall, we got positive publicity fir the
whole project. We made it clear that this was an alternative, not a
replacement for what the health authorities could offer, a friendly face
and ears to listen, without and pre programmed replies and of course,
somewhere for them to escape the stress and anxiety of whatever was
troubling them.

There was one overall rule - No Drugs! At All! Of any kind! We didn't have
the expertise to deal with such complexities. We made it clear that anyone
found with drugs or using drugs would be immediately escorted from the
premises. This applied to the hotel guests too.

So it was after the reopening, a very pretty teenage girl appeared at
Clinic reception, in tears and very distressed.

Annie sat her down in the open area near the reception desk and made her a
cup of tea. Annie has intercom messaged me and I walked over.

Though Annie was a trained nurse, the girl was pleased to see a man appear
(me) and clasped my hands and told me her name. Ashley Bickleigh.

It became evident quite quickly that Ashley wasn't a girl, but rather a
boy, with a gender identity crisis.

Annie had already questioned Ashley about any medical problems and received
a negative response.

I arrived in the clinic and introduced myself.

'I'm Gareth Henderson and I own this place. You're a very special person as
you're the first to come to the clinic and refuge. My assistant will be
over shortly and we will find you a room which you can relax in for a
while.'

'When you want a chat, then Nurse Annie or myself will be available for
you. If you need someone of your own age group with us I can arrange that
too.'

Ashley smiled and Tracey arrived to book into a room.

As they departed into the rooms, I called out for Ashley to come and have a
chat when ready, but to chill out a little first.

Charles and I walked back towards the hotel reception when suddenly he ran
and hit behind a protruding wall.

Puzzled by his behaviour I went to him and asked what was wrong.

'That bloke standing by that blue car is my dad! What the hell does he
want?' he replied with anxiety in his voice.

'OK, I'll sort it out, you go to your room and I'll find out what this is
all about.'

I walked directly to the man and asked him if I could help him.

'I'm here looking for my son, it's very complicated, but I saw a TV
interview recently and saw him in it.'

'I know who you are and what you did to your son. Come with me for a chat
in my office.'

He didn't say another word until I sat him in my office and asked if he
would like a coffee or tea.

He started to say 'Coffee'. but the the cough turned into a choke and tears
fell from his eyes and he absolutely sobbed hysterically for about ten
minutes.

I fetched a glass of iced water and also some coffee and slowly he began to
gather his composure. When he could talk he told me his woes.

'I have made a dreadful mistake. My own father was Army, British bulldog,
stiff upper lip and all that. I wanted Charles to be strong and brave. When
I discovered he was gay, all those ideals were turned upside down. I lost
it, big style and instead of supporting my son I reacted like an idiot and
totally rejected him. My anger knew no bounds and I lost all feelings for
him, he couldn't cope with the bullying and thus I considered him weak. He
was gay, still very much a no-no in certain circles and I knew I would have
to face ridicule from my peers. I thought all the money spent on his
expensive education was a waste. I threw him out of the house after giving
him a beating. That was wrong. so so wrong'

'The day after he left the house my wife left also and filed for
divorce. She also reported me to the authorities for physically abusing my
son. I hit the bottle. The last few months have been hell. Then I saw the
TV. I knew then he was safe and well. The TV interview told about a refuge
from troubled teenagers. That hit home. I spoke to my doctor, he referred
me for counselling and the psychiatrist made me see, in no uncertain terms,
that I was selfish and living an ideal that was 50 years out of date.'

'The police gave me hell too and the magistrate a suspended sentence. If
Charles was to make a report to the Police I would probable go to jail.'

'so here I am, a troubled middle aged man, full of remorse and
contrition. , wanting to put right al my wrongs, but I know that I can't
repair the damage caused by my mistakes. So can you help ME?'

My thoughts raced as I tried to put together the words I needed in this
delicate situation. I stared at his for several minutes before I could
reply.

'Mr Forster, without doubt you are a proper and utter bastard in what you
did to your boy. But let me make clear what I am here for.'

'I never had my own children but always loved my nieces and nephews and
spoiled them terribly. I made a decision to help teenagers in distress,
because the newspapers and television are full of reports of their
troubles. The twenty-first century has seen a lot of changes in attitudes
and some of these changes are hard to accept. Charles was here when I first
discovered this hotel for sale. I was impressed that he was keen and polite
and intelligent,. There's another thing he is too, he's incredibly brave
and resourceful. The previous owner of the hotel found him living rough in
one of the outbuildings and took pity on him. For his own protection he
made him an apprentice working in the hotel and when I bought the business
I took over his contract. In a few weeks he will be attending college in a
hotel management course. The sky is the limit for him. I have become very
fond of him and he of me and that also applied to all the staff in the
business. This place is a hotel, but alongside is the retreat, newly opened
and there are already teenagers needing help.'

'What I want to do is give these kids a new start. At the moment me and the
hotel are Charles' family and also his home where he feels wanted and
secure. If he wants he can stay here forever and possibly take over the
business in years to come. But right now I don't want you to undo the work
we have done together.'

I stopped talking and sat back, watching his reactions.

Charles' father sat uncomfortably and clearly was disturbed by my
observations. Situations like this don't make for easy conversations.

Finally, he asked' Could I see Charles?'

I knew that one was coming.

'I'm not going to make that decision. That is very much for Charles to
decide.'

He nodded in agreement, well aware that Charles had made his own new world
and that a step backward may be too much. What Charles' father wasn't aware
was that I had clicked my phone on so Charles could listen to the
conversation remotely. He had heard every word.

We sat together in silence for a few minutes, then to break the situation I
asked if he would like another coffee.

'Yes, please, I think that would be very nice right now. And thank you for
being so caring and understanding. My wish is now to make amends, I can't
repair all the hurt that I have caused., but Charles is still my son and I
love him dearly, something that I have failed to realise until I rejected
him. I was wrong and the pain I feel from knowing that I will never lose. '

I bleeped the intercom and ordered some more coffee.

'It will be with you in a couple of minutes, Mr Henderson.' came a young
male voice.

Charles' father knew it straight away, that was Charles himself
answering. There was a hint of hope right there.

A minute or two later was a knock on the door. In came Charles, carrying a
tray of coffee which he set on the desk. Then he smartly turned and left
the room. His father was astounded, his own son hadn't reacted to his
presence and simply acted in a professional manner and delivered the
coffee.

I knew that this was all a play. His father has asked to see Charles and
through that he had, but had not reacted to show his father that there had
to be a big change in their relationship before reconciliation could take
place.

Charles' father didn't know what to say or do. It wasn't acceptance or
refusal but simply being ignored. His father had rejected Charles and there
was a lot of ground to be recovered before things could be improved.

Finally I spoke, 'Look Mr Forster, when you have finished your coffee I'll
have to show you out. Leave your phone number for myself or Charles to
contact you, if we need to. Please don't come here again, unless
invited. I'll speak with Charles later and find out what his feelings
are. It may be a while but I am sure that reconciliation will take place,
but not immediately. Please continue with therapy and come to terms with
yourself first.'

He replied slowly and deliberately, 'Thank you for being understanding. I
know I have caused a lot of upset and have to repair that damage.'

With that he left the room and got in his car a drove away.

Charles returned to talk with me a little later. He didn't show any emotion
and has only one thing to say

'That's over with. He's got a long way to go before I will accept him
again. It's up to him now.'

Then he came over to me and gave me tight hug and whispered in my ear,
'Thank you , Daddy!'



The intercom buzzed and Tracey informed my that Ashley was wanting to chat
with me, so I asked her to send him in.

Charles opened the door and invited Ashley in. Charles prepared to leave
but Ashley commented that he would like Charles to stay as they were
similar in age.

'Well then, Ashley, You're like a different person now. This morning you
were dressed as feminine, and now you are presented as a boy. Where are you
most comfortable?'

'Let me tell you how it started. Three years go or so I found a pair of my
sister's panties in the bathroom. I picked them up and was amazed at how
soft they felt. Sort of silky. I tried them on and was immediately hooked
and kept them on for days. Eventually when my sister was out, I used to go
in her room and try on her clothes and masturbate whilst wearing them. The
inevitable happened and she came in whilst I was wearing her things. I
expected her to exploded, but instead she accepted things and helped me
dress up and bought me some things of my own to wear. My parents found out
and never batted an eye.

Time went on and sister showed me how to wear makeup and there were times
that we went out to clubs together with me dressed up.'

I interrupted, ;'So there was no conflict anywhere when you got into
cosplay?'

'NO, not at all. I had a different persona as male and female. It was like
two different people inside one body!'

'So do you have any sexual preferences?'

'Now that's the basis of why I'm here, so I can find out what I am. When
I'm dressed as a girl then I am a girl on a night out. If a boy tries to
hit on me I just play a game. I'm not attracted to boys though when I am
dressed as a boy. I just flirt with the girls'.

'Without my sister with me, I rarely dress as a girl and my mates don't
know about the other side of me, so I'm just one of the boys.'

I cast a glance towards Charles, who had said nothing, but his face
registered confusion.

'OK, then take a week or so here 'on holiday'. You can be a boy one day and
a girl the next. Mix with the other people - there are more teenagers
arriving tomorrow, so you can find your identity. There's one thing I point
out, categories are for filing cabinets and not people. Whatever you want
to be doesn't need to put a label on you as trans sexual or lady boy or gay
or straight. The future is your time, enjoy it and if you find your niche,
great. If not then that's great too. Come and chat whenever you want or go
chat with Nurse Annie. Charles in here to help too if you want.

So ended the day.

Charles and I went to our bungalow. Although he had his own room, much of
the time he snuggled up in my bed.

This night his mind was on love and sex and quickly had me erect and as I
lay on my back he climbed astride me and impaled himself on my raging
dick. He had shunned his real father and called me 'Daddy' and this made me
want him more and more. It wasn't long before I felt my balls urging the
cum and at the very moment I came inside him, he shot his juice onto my
face and chest.

He moved forward to kiss me and eventually glued together we drifted off to
blissful sleep.



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