From Kate Brookes
I know that in writing this to you that you are unlikely to publish it, but I will send it to you regardless.
At the age of nineteen my son had become a lazy, rude and generally useless individual. He had never worked, and was a truant from school on many occasions. He had no qualifications and no money. His friends were all as bad.
He was then arrested for stealing a car; he was chased by the police, crashed it and then assaulted the medical staff who attended to him.
The police got me in contact with the BMA who asked if I would like to have him placed on a special training program. I must admit I never asked much about it, but agreed to anything if it would help. And boy did it help.
I visited my son seven times over the two years he was with the BMA, and his strict mistress. I was amazed with the change and the results. I must say the shock to see my son feminised was great but I became more and more convinced it was what he needed.
Upon leaving the BMA he was much improved, found a nice girlfriend and settled down. He now lives as a young man, respected by all who know him.
We are glad to hear of the final success of your son. We would like to inform you we are not in disagreement with the BMA on all they want, but how they go about it.
It wasn’t all bad
After my arrest I was ordered to do unpaid work, you know, what was called community service in the day. Anyway I was offered a placement to help out with the cleaning and painting of an old house. The place was close by so I took it.
There were two women living there, probably in their late forties, early fifties. On arrival they asked me to start cleaning, sorting some items in the garden, that sort of thing. It was ok, they even made tea for me.
During one visit we were talking, and I mentioned I thought it was going to take a long time to run down the sentence. I had over five hundred hours to serve and could do only six per day, and due to collage only one day per week.
The next day I visited, they made me an offer.
They suggested I could start working more hours, they said if I was to stay at nights they would say I was there all day, that would be twenty four hours at a time. This way I could speed through the sentence.
I must admit I had taken quite a likening to these women and the room they were offering was better than the one I was renting. It sounded like a sweet deal. Then things became a little strange.
We spoke about the terms of this deal over a period of a few days, but I will condense it here for convince. Please keep in mind I only agreed to the terms over a time, looking back they just wore me down, presented the idea in a way that made sense, in the end I just thought it the best thing to do.
There idea was that I was to be trained, taught to behave and to be more submissive. The core of this training was to be my feminisation, I was to live and be treated as a young girl, they said this treatment would help me. It would help me be a better person.
Over time I became there full time maid. I finished all my time and then left.
You see the BMA is not all that Bad.