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New York Times, February 5, 1937 “Missing Persons Investigation Stymied”

A Federal judge effectively terminated today an investigation into the disappearance of several young men. New York police had requested a broad search warrant, which the judge declined to issue citing sovereignty issues, and the right to question Baroness Esterhoven on her exclusive Caribbean island, which the judge declined to issue without comment.

Allegations that four young males embarked on a ship to the island last spring, never to be seen again, have been pressed by distant relatives. Authorities could find no witnesses to their departure from New York and attorneys for the Baroness have denied that the four young men were among those making the journey.

The Baroness declined to comment, referring reporters to her legal counsel.

“Last spring the Baroness did indeed hire many men to engage in manual labor on her island. The four men in question were not among them. For the New York Police Department to attempt to expand their investigatory powers to a foreign country is a violation of international law,” argued Margaret Dowd, the eminent attorney for the Baroness.

Time, June 23, 1970 “A New Queen”

The Esterhoven dynasty continues with the birth of a daughter to Sir Reginald(grandson of the Baron and his wife) and Lady Jane Esterhoven. The arrival of the daughter, Constance, was celebrated with the announcement that the secluded family island near Aruba would be renamed in the daughter’s honor.

But it’s not just an island. It’s actually a small country, which by Sir Reginald’s decree will henceforth be called ‘Constancia’. By his action, there is no doubt that Sir Reginald is anointing his new born as its future Queen and ruler.

The resources of the Esterhoven family, substantially reinvigorated by Sir Reginald, are reportedly vast, with the peculiar island nation as the only remaining symbol of the old-world wealth. Sir Reginald capably realigned all other family holdings into a new-world investment power, with controlling interests in several fast growing industries including energy, drugs and electronics.

So the new Queen will have no shortage of monetary resources.

Chapter Two

My flight is announced. I carefully fold the articles and place them in my bag. The flight to Aruba is long but I intend to sleep.

As I wait to board, my mind reviews the island’s chronology. It is interesting that the age-old family of Lady Constance has been tinged with scandal and innuendo for so many years. Proposed horse breeding in the searing heat of the tropics, secretive construction, recruitment of Bagandan women, missing young men..., suddenly my thoughts jump! The Bagandas!

A cloudy portion of my memory begins to clear. Research from my masters’ thesis comes into focus. The African tribe is recalled.

The Bagandas were noted for stretching various parts of their anatomy. On females it was most common to stretch the inner labia since large, exposed lips were considered symbolic of a very highly sexed woman. On inferior males it was common to stretch the scrotal sac. A very long, low hanging scrotal sac was deemed humiliating, and recalcitrant tribe members were thus altered.

This tradition of stretching expanded over the centuries and the tribe developed exotic lotions and methods for slowly and systematically stretching the skin of nubile daughters so they could attract the best husbands and of young males to emasculate for behavior modification purposes. The sophisticated knowledge acquired by the Baganda, which remains as a tribal secret to this day, lies in stretching the flesh in such a manner so that no scar tissue forms, which would tend to desensitize and deform the stretched area. Thus, if the labia are stretched too far too fast, the female loses sensitivity and a degree of sexual desire. In the m

ale, an abbreviated stretching process causes scarring, which would detract from the desired sensual view of smooth, pink flesh.

Another unusual facet of the Bagandan culture was their relationship with neighboring villages. Whereas the history of Africa is replete with countless wars and battles among bordering African cultures, the Bagandas were for the most part peaceful. There was little motivation to expand their territory, but when attacked, they were noted for their most brutal retaliations.

But what particularly demotivated opposing warriors was the treatment of prisoners by the Baganda. The possibility of being captured by the Baganda made potential attackers very reluctant to proceed, and eventually no opposing leader could muster the needed warriors to stage an attack. For it was well known that all prisoners were turned over to the Bagandan women, who, it was suggested by numerous accounts, practiced their stretching skills with zeal and without mercy. Also over the years, the younger women were trained by their elders to have a complete disdain for non-Bagandan males, which became ingrained into their psyche. I recalled reading descriptions provided by nineteenth century explorers who when encountering the tribal village deep in the African jungle, observed captured natives being treated as beasts of burden by the Bagandan women, pulling carts and plows, with various anatomical parts modified not only for amusement, but to facilitate restraint.

It is interesting that in the Time magazine article describing the Baroness’s African hiring excursion there was no mention of the curious skill of the Bagandan women, nor their attitude toward males.

My thoughts are interrupted by a search for my airplane seat and making myself comfortable. I find myself somnolent within minutes after reclining. But as I sleep, for some reason the reference to Dr. Emily Reinhold stirs my subconscious.

Chapter Three

It seems that within minutes a flight attendant awakens me with instructions to prepare for landing in Aruba. The plane is scheduled to land at 11:00 p.m. local time. The six-hour time difference with Berlin will require me to acclimate myself to the time and I welcome the night’s stay at a local hotel.

Tomorrow, a small boat will take me to Constancia Island.

Dr. Reinhold! My mind jumps as I exit the plane. The name should have come to memory before, but I did not associate the 1930's New York Times article with the infamous doctor.

She must have been very young at the time of the article. For her name is forever associated with a 1960's New York scandal. Dr. Reinhold received much press as a result of performing sex change operations in an era when such alterations were little known. What prompted the coverage was the revelation that certain ‘males’ were appearing dressed as women for their army induction physical. Since the Vietnam War was flaring, many inductees attempted to avoid induction by utilizing a variety of subterfuges such as feigning deafness, injuries, poor eyesight, etc.

Thus, a young male appearing before the medical examiners in fine feminine attire, shoulder length hair and makeup was considered to be attempting to avoid the draft. But one can imagine the reaction of the doctors when the candidate stripped and in place of a fine set of genitals they found instead a newly crafted gash, courtesy of Dr. Reinhold’s scalpel.

The army doctors were alarmed and a subsequent thorough investigation into Dr. Reinhold’s practice by various government bureaucracies revealed other unorthodox procedures. Much was left unreported by newspapers, but in official reports I recall references to Dr. Emily’s assistance not only to New York’s gay community but also to certain cabal’s involved in D/s and BDSM activities. It was disclosed that her medical training was used to abet (if not supervise) such unusual practices as extreme piercings, body modifications, infibulations, induced lactation, forced chastity, human transformation to animals such as ponies and dogs. And it was suggested, though not concluded, that many of Dr. Reinhold’s ‘patients’ did not fully consent to the procedures.

One could imagine, after reading the report, an unsuspecting, anesthetized patient returning to consciousness in Dr. Reinhold’s office and finding his genitals pierced and locked into a position prohibiting intercourse, with his smiling new owner standing nearby mockingly displaying a small key. Or discovering that after three months of taking the good Doctor’s prescribed medication, male breasts became oddly effeminate with perky nipples producing a cloudy liquid when sensuously kneaded by the soft, knowing fingers of a Dominant female.

The word within the medical community was that, rather than cause further scandal, Dr. Reinhold agreed, in her early sixties, to retire, and the final reports were thus quietly filed with little notoriety. She was not heard from again, as far as I was aware.

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