I am not staying home! I can take care of myself. Anyhow I will be with friends!
I hated when mom wanted me to stay home and help her. I was 11 and she expected me to stay home all the time. I was too young to be a maid and my job was to have friends all the time. I was an only child and mom had no dad. He left her when I was 6 and did not visit her or visit me. Being a single mom made her stressful and cranky. When I was home, all I heard from her is how wild and bad I was how inconsiderate. How rude and a lot more. I bet you would agree with me that if you had to listen to this, you would go and find where your friends are.
It is a shame that mom and I cannot speak with each other. I remember once when she used to hug me while I sat on her lap. I remember I used to help her do dishes and dusting. She would read me a story at night and make sure I was tucked in. But then friends became more important and so did fashion and how I acted. Maybe I became a teenager early!
I was no longer a baby. One of moms insults at me was that I should be like Sarah that was the same age as me. There was a difference between Sarah and me I was a boy. I listened to my mom begging me to stay as I went to the park.
I meet two of my friends. They were sitting on a bench and not doing much. That is what we did every chance we could. We talked about fashion, as it was very important for us. We also talked about sports and music. Adam and Josh were my best friends. One thing as friends is we made sure that we kept each other cool. If you wore something old-fashioned or childlike, we let each other know. If you liked an uncool movie or music, we would tease. People would think its wrong that we teased, but it was just for fun and to help each other in not turning into geeks
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Josh had cigarettes with him today so he shared them with us. We didnt care when adults gave us bad looks that we were smoking. We felt cool. We didnt care about the warnings that were on them. We were 11 and thought we would never die. We sat on the bench and had just puffed away as we seen busy people go by us as they were caught up in the stress of life. I knew that they probably considered us to be bad boys and wild, but to be honest smoking was not the worst thing we ever done. A few times we sniffed glue which made us very high. I knew that someday, we would take drugs if we knew how we could get our hands on them.
An old woman came up to us and told us we should be ashamed of ourselves. I called her a hag and told her to sod off. This made Adam and Josh laugh. It was not like I was rude or arrogant, but we minded our business, so should she not mind hers? That was my life philosophy. I did not bother people if they did not bother me. Most people that saw us didnt care, as they were in a rush somewhere. But some just had to interfere.
A few girls came over and I thought it was funny that Adam and Josh were so shy. They were from our class. I wondered how life was to be a girl. Hair so long that you had to spend an hour everyday brushing it and skirts that boys could look at. The colours they wore were so light so pastel so feminine. I was happy that I was not a girl.
Annie sat down with me and we got talking. Josh told me that she was always flirting with me. If this was true, I would not even notice it. She was a girl, and I considered her as a classmate, not a good friend, as for how can I be friends with girls. They had different interests.
You are so rude! She said, I am sitting next to you and being nice. You won't even answer my questions. You are so arrogant and rude and selfish. You do not care about others except yourself. I dont know why I bother. You won't be cute forever.
I hated when people called me cute. They said I had an angelic face. I got teased that my eyelashes were so long. When I was smaller I had long hair, so people always thought I was a girl. Now, I could not change my face, but I made sure that my hair was short. I tried being nice to her by asking if she wanted one of Joshs cigarettes. Annie and her friends stomped off leaving us behind. Adam told me that I hurt her I could not understand why.
Now we were getting bored. We used a few hours showing people how tough and cool we were. The question is what we should do now. Josh suggested that we go to the mall. This made me laugh and I called him a sissy and saying that we had no money and only girls window shopped. So for a half an hour, we just slumped down and thought what was cool to do and what was not cool to do.
At last Adam suggested that we go to a witched house. There is a witch that lives on the posh side of town. I never saw her, but I heard she is a hag. She has a posh sign outside her house saying that it is a school, but I do not know anyone that goes there!
Adam suggested that we egg the house. But I had a better plan. I told them we should visit her house, but we needed to get supplies at my house. So we cycled to my house and found some spray paint. It was embarrassing that mom showed her face asking did we want lunch and were we staying home. I was annoyed and told mom that we were going out and to leave me alone. We got on our bikes armed with spray paint and started cycling to the witchs house.
As we were cycling, Josh told me that I was mean to my mom. He said he could never speak to his mom like I just have done with my mom. I smiled and told him that he did not have to live with her and mind his own business.
We arrived at the house, and I noticed the sign said Dollie Finishing Academy. That was such a weird name for a school! We hid outside the hedge surrounding the house. It was a posh old-fashioned house and it looked so tidy. The garden was full of nice flowers and the lawn was cut perfectly. We hid there for some time to see if there were signs of any life inside the house. It looked empty
I took the spray paint can and gave one to the two boys. They suddenly chickened out and did not want to do it. So I snuck up to the front door and painted the word Witch on the door. It was a work of art, despite the fact that the h at the end looked like a b. I was giggling, not seeing anything wrong in teaching that hag a lesson. On my way out of the garden, I pulled all her roses out of the ground and threw them around. I finished by sticking my middle finger up at the house.
Then I saw a curtain move. The witch was home! I started to panic and looked again. The curtain was not moving but was that an old woman I saw behind it? I ran so fast knowing I was getting away from murder.
That was enough for that day, so I said goodbye to my friends and went home. I was hoping I could play Xbox until I was sleepy. Mom was, of course, waiting for me at the door and asked what I needed the spray paint for. I didnt even bother to answer her. I just walked into my room. She stood in my doorway and asked did I spray some wall.. Silence. Did I spray someone's property? I told her to leave me alone. Then she started yelling at me asking me what sort of boy I was? Did I want to be arrested and sent to some juvenile detention place? I was totally tired of her now and said I would go to Dollie Academy if it meant I would get peace from her.
There was silence from her and me. My heart suddenly started beating a lot. Did I say too much? I just mentioned the silly school. Mom could figure out that it was there I vandalised. She sat on my bed and buried her head in her hands, I am so worried about you, She started, I miss my old son. The son that gave me hugs and helped me bake. I miss the son that I used to watch Disney films with and tuck him in. You are getting to wild! You are only 11 years old! I am so worried where this will end. You will soon get yourself in trouble and I am so worried that you will grow up as some convict. I do not see you have a bright future.
Mom slumped in my bed and started crying. I looked at her and a tear came to my eye. I really did love my mom. I know I said mean things to her. I know I was mean to some people and got into trouble. I put my hand around her and gave her a hug. This didnt last long as I knew I was too old to give her hugs. She did not understand that I was nearly a teenager and I could not act like some goody-goody whimp. I told her I was going to bed.
Mom whimpered that sometimes she wished she had a girl, as she understood girls better.
There was school next day, and it was a bore. After school, Adam and Josh said that we should cycle by the house we vandalized. This made me smile when they said: we. It was me that did all the hard work.
Just as we turned to cycle down the street of the witch, it started raining. I never saw it rain so much and so soon. We were soon cycling through puddles. I was getting drenched as I still had on summer clothes. I could hardly see in front of me. We cycled quicker and I tried to look at the academy as we approached but the rain was so dense. Then I heard a large bang and seen lightning very close by. This nearly made me wet my pants! The bike wobbled and I tried to brake so it would stop. I couldnt control the bike, as it turned into the academy. I fell off the bike and felt my body hitting the ground hard and rolling around. I laid there and could not move. I saw the Adam and Josh cycle away as quick as they could.
There was so much pain and now I was in enemy territory. My eyes closed and everything went black.
When I opened my eyes, a middle-aged woman was kneeling over me. The weather was now like a hot summer day, except I was a wet rat. The lady was kind and said that it looks like I was lucky, and at least I didnt wreck her rose bed. I looked at it and was confused. That was the rose bed that I destroyed yesterday. She looked at me and asked what the problem was. I wanted to ask how the roses grew so fast, but I shrugged my shoulders and said I am ok.
She helped me to my feet and we walked towards her house, or school or whatever it was. I noticed my spray-paint on the door, but the h at the end looked like a h and the I was dotted with a flower. I gasped as I seen it. What happened? The witch heard me gasp and admitted that she needed to clean it.
I sat on a sofa in her room and she got mad at me, saying that I was totally wet and would destroy her furniture. I acted like it was no big deal and this upset her more, as she said I should at least apologise. I asked why which made her turn red.
She told me that my mom would be picking me up. Until then I needed to get changed. I told her that I was OK, but this was not good enough. Then she gave a speech that when I was in her house, I was to listen and do what she said, or there would be consequences. I dont know if I was suddenly afraid of her, or what. I didnt speak back. I decided to defy her by stripping to my underwear and throwing the wet clothes at her. This made her smile and said she wanted my undies too.
I threw them at her and called her a perv. She smiled and said she would be back with dry clothes. On the way out she asked was I a boy or girl, because my body was very feminine especially my face. I whispered and cursed.
She came by and started putting undies on me. Why was I letting her dress me? I looked down and could see that they were girl panties. Then looked at the t-shirt and shorts she had. They were also girls! The t-shirt had a butterfly on it and the shorts were yellow cotton ones that looked like they were painted on me. I was not wearing any girl clothes. I was no sissy! She told me it was either that or going naked. She really didnt care.
I tried to forget that I had girl class and asked her where all the students were as she called this an academy. She smiled and said she only worked with one pupil and she would get a pupil soon. She said that her job was to make students act proper and be good for society. There were several houses like hers.
Weird!
She told me I looked pretty.
She was weird!
Mom came and was somewhat shocked when she saw me. I tried to make an excuse as to why I looked like a girl but nothing would come out of my mouth. The witch told my mother that she wanted to speak with her. They went into the office. I did not hear what they were talking about, except I heard my mom crying at one stage. When she came out, she had red eyes.
We were going home. As we were going, the witch said that she hoped I will come the next day. Mom promised she would get the clothes back
On the way home, I asked mom what the witch said. Mom said her name was Miss Shanti, and she was not a witch. In fact, Mom said she had a lot to think about.
The next day, I did not tell Josh and Adam what happened at the house. I said I did not want to talk about it. On the way home, I cycled by the Academy. I slowed down and was about to turn and visit it, but then said hell no and cycled home.
Mom was in the sitting room with my suitcase and told me I would be going to a new school. I would be living there. It was my last chance.
On the way home, I cycled by the Academy. I slowed down and was about to turn and visit it, but then said hell no and cycled home.
Mom was in the sitting room with my suitcase and told me I would be going to a new school. I would be living there.
I shouted no way was I going to that old ladies school. I told mom that she was totally weird. Mom told me to sit down, while we talked about it.
You cannot force me to go there. I am quite happy to go to the school that I have now
You are 11 years old, and the fact is that I decide. Of course, you like your school. They allow you to get away with everything.
I am not going to that woman's school. I will just skip school if I go there!
It is a boarding school, so you will be there all the time. In fact, I will be moving to a small town and open a small shop there. It is about time that I think of myself. The change will do me good.
Never mind about you, I shouted, You are getting rid of me so you can live in some boring little town!
Mom buried her head in her hands and explained, I love you and you will never know how much I love you. The fact is that I am at my wits end. You are not a good boy. You are getting in more and more trouble, you are rude and arrogant, and you have no empathy or respect for others.
Nice that my mom loves me!
I do love you! This is going to be hard for me. However, I spoke with Miss Victoria when I collected you. She told me about her special program, which is quite old and not used anymore. However, it has a 100% success rate. I said you are a bad boy, but deep down, I know you are good and capable of doing great things
I didnt want to hear more, so I went to my room and slammed the door. All my things were either in a suitcase or in a moving box. I needed some help. I wished I had a dad that cares about me. I rang to my grandmother and told her what mom was planning. I complained that Mom doesnt love me anymore and wants me to go to some strange school. I begged granny if I could live with her. There was silence on the phone and granny said she was too old to take care of me.
I hung up.
Shortly afterwards, I heard Moms phone ring. She was arguing and crying. I guessed it was granny that was asking mom what the hell she was up to. The only thing I heard was that mom agreed to give Miss Victoria temporary custody, whatever that meant.
I was now in bed about to sleep when mom came in. I could see she was crying. She whispered and begged me to forgive her. She just felt powerless! She told me that felt like such a bad mother!
I told her that I hated her and to leave me alone.
I cried as I tried to sleep. Did I hate my mother? I know I was no angel, but I was a tween and I did not consider myself evil. The things I did were pranks. Was this not part of being a boy? Was mom sending me to a new place because I was just a boy that got in trouble once in a while?
Did mom really love me or did she just want me to be a mommas boy?
The next day was the day I would start at the Dollie Academy. I promised myself I would not change. That old woman could not accept this, so I probably would be expelled in no time.
As we were driving there, granny rang to me on my cell phone. She told me that she did not agree with sending me there and especially giving Miss Victoria temporary custody. She finished by telling me to ring to her if I ever needed help, as she would do her best to help me.
When we came to the house, Miss Victoria was standing at the door with a smile on her face. She was wearing an old Victorian dress. She told us to come in and say our goodbyes. She even told me to give mom a hug. I just looked at her with tears in my eyes and told her I hated her. This made mom cry. I know you think I was being rude and mean in doing this, but imagine your mom dropping you off with some old woman you never met. I loved my mom, but I could not forgive her for doing this. I wanted her to say that we should go home!
Miss Victoria closed the door and I realized that I was stuck with her. She told me to follow her. She was going to show me my room. The house was full of fancy old furniture. There was a smell of polish. She also had a lot of ornaments. It was like walking through a museum. It was also so quiet. I wondered where the others were. This was supposed to be an academy. Where were all the other boys? She showed me a wall that had pictures of girls in fancy frames. She told me they were old pupils. I asked where the other children were. The old woman just giggled and told me I would be told.
I nearly fainted when I saw the room. A huge canopy bed with curtains around it. The bedsheets were flowers and an old-fashioned quilt was over it. There was no computer, but a box full of dolls and a huge doll house. There was a table with a huge mirror. The carpet was red velvet and the walls were pink. Did she expect me to sleep here?
There is no WAY I am sleeping here! I shouted at her.
This is the only room we have. She said, You see your mother has enlisted you in The Dollie academy. Sit down and let me explain.
She explained that this house was part of the accommodation. There were several accommodation houses with an aunt and a boy. I should consider her as my new aunt as her job would be to take care of me. She said once in a while I would meet the other boys, where we danced or did something fun. I asked what classes I should have. She told me I was to be home-schooled and then told me to settle in, as I would find out later.
I asked where my suitcase was. She told the clothes I needed were in the wardrobe. I looked in and just seen girl clothes. Dresses, jeans, skirts, blouses you name it, it was there. Fist I said I was in the wrong room, and then she told me to sit down again, as I may as well know the whole purpose of the Dollie Academy.
Sighs, She started, You saw the pictures of the past pupils. They all have one thing in common with you. They were all boys. When you are here, you will be entering a program that is as old as child raising itself. You were being given the petticoat treatment
They were all boys?
Yes, Barbie. You will no longer be treated as a boy. You will be treated as a girl. You will look like a girl, think like a girl and act like a girl. You will be
You are crazy and senile old lady. No way will I ever be a sissy! You cant do that! Mom would never allow it! This must be a joke to make me afraid!
Its no joke. Your dear mom is so worried about you. She knows you smoke, she knows you sniffed glue, she knows you steal and get in fights. She also suspects it was you that destroyed my flowerbed and spray painted on the wall. Your poor mother is so worried that you will end up hurting someone or end up in jail. She was told about this project and in despair, she signed temporary custody over to me!
This must be against the law!
Temporary custody is when I am responsible for you and there is no law against treating you like a girl, so if I was you I would get used to it. The sooner you pass the program, the sooner you go back to your mom
I told her to get out and leave me alone. Miss Victoria left the room with a smile on her face. I looked around at all the pink in the room and looked at the dresses and girl things. Then I started to get mad and furious. I tore the heads off all the dolls and teddys and then threw the clothes all over the room. I smashed the dollhouse as well. I was now in a crazy mad mood. I was not going to be a sissy! I started tearing the dresses and any clothes I could wear. At the end, I collapsed on the bed.
She couldnt make me wear the dresses now, as they were all in shreds.
No way was I going to stay here! I crawled out the window and ran as far as my legs could take me. I ran over her prizes flowers and ran down the street. I must have walked for miles.
It started to rain and rain a lot! I only had a t-shirt and jeans so within no time I was drenched to the skin. How stupid could I be that I was running away without a coat? I sat in on a wet bench outside the Church. I looked at the cross and thought why God even allowed that woman. She was old maybe he should call her home.
I admit I did some pranks. What did mom want? A boy that was so submissive he did everything others wanted. Did she want a son that could not think and just look pretty? Let's say if I agreed to be a sissy princess. How would I be good for anyone? I would look like a girl but be a boy under the dresses. I would be teased and humiliated! I would be submissive and I would not be who God created!
This car stopped and a man opened his window and asked why I was out in the rain. His wife got out and came over to me and put a blanket around me and asked what I was doing in the middle of the rain. I cried as I was tired and cold. I could not explain I was escaping from a woman that wanted to treat me like a girl. I looked up and asked her could they not drive me home. I gave her the address of where my mom and I lived.
I stopped crying in the car and was feeling happy once again as they started driving down my old road. The only thing that worried me was that my mom already moved to her new house. I am sure mom would understand that Miss Victoria is one crazy woman! If mom was not there, I would simply hike my way to Grannies.
The car went past our house!
I told them to stop as they went past my house, but they kept on driving. I started to scream and panic while trying to open the car door. They were kidnapping me! The woman stuck me with a needle. She drugged me!
Everything went black.
When I woke up again, I was back in the girl's room while Miss Victoria was sitting next to me. I felt very weak as Miss Victoria told me today was a day in bed as I got a cold because I was drenched wet. She told me it was foolish to run away and maybe it was the time I understood that I was stuck with her.
As soon as you pass the academy's program, you can go home to your mom she finished.
She left the room.
I looked around and everything was tidy. I looked at the teddy bears and wondered why their heads were not torn off and neither were the dolls. The Dollhouse was not smashed! What was the hell happening? Did I dream that I wrecked everything? I looked under the bedsheets and noticed I was wearing a white nightdress with flowers in the front and lots of lace. I must have looked like a geeky sissy!
I fell asleep again.
When I woke up, she was sitting beside me again. She had a pink collar in her hand.
She put it around my neck and said, This is a collar, and you have to wear it. I hoped it would not be needed and you could go to stage 2, but after you ran away, you will have to start at stage one. Remember, the quicker you do the stages, the quicker you see your mom.
It's against the law to put a collar on a child! I shouted
Its also against the law to destroy my property! This collar will help you. It has nanotechnology that will help you calm down and accept your new situation. It also has a GPS, so I know where you are That night dress does make you look pretty!
When she went out, I tried to take the collar off. It would not come off. Then I managed to find my cell phone. I dialled Grannies telephone number and got her stupid answering machine. Granny. Come and Save me I started telling the answering machine, I am wearing a girls night dress and this academy is totally weird. The old lady hear wants me to be a girl. I am no sissy and tried running away. Now she put a collar on me. Ring to the police!
As I said this, Miss Victoria came in saying she forgot my old clothes as I would not need them. She also took my cell phone saying it was not allowed in Stage one. Does she not understand anything about children? We need our cell phones!
She gave me a present and told me to unpack it. When I opened it, it was an old-fashioned doll. She told me the doll could be my best friend and to make sure to give her a name.
She left again.
I looked at the doll. It was mostly just a stuffed doll, but a wooden face, hands and legs. It had a long petticoat dress on and long hair. The doll was not smiling and had a tear going down her face. I hugged it close to me and whispered, I bet you were a boy that had fun like any other boy, and your mom did not like it, so she gave you to some crazy woman that treated you like a girl. What will become of you? What will become of me? How can we escape?
The next day I woke up and looked around me. I was still holding the doll. That made me remember where I was. I was at some crazy woman's house that thought it was legal to put a collar on a boy and treat him like a girl! My mom was no better as she put me here and most likely forgot all about me. Let us say this crazy Dollie program worked and I became a sissy I would still be a boy and society would think I had mental problems. I know that sissies are teased at school because they want to be girls. I laughed at the thought of being a girl and finding a husband. The poor man would get such a shock on our wedding night.
Things were different in the bedroom. I looked around and then started crying and cursing. I was now in a crib and the room was a babys nursery. I looked down and lifted the bedsheets and seen this huge diaper on me under a very pink nightdress. I felt my heart banking and I could hardly breathe. What on earth was this crazy woman up to?
I held the old doll and looked at the bars in the crib. Was this revenge for all my pranks? Both mom and Crazy Miss Victoria said that I would be behind bars at some stage. I felt tears coming down my cheek as I held my doll. This was going too far to put an 11-year-old in diapers in a crib. How long would this last and when could I be normal again?
Did the adults consider how I felt? Did they just expect me to comply?
Miss Victoria came in and sighed at my wet cheeks. She put a pink pacifier shaped as a bear in my mouth. I spit it out as soon as she put it in. She warned me to put it back in or she would put a nice ribbon on it and tie it to my head. I suppose it was good I had it in my mouth as she would understand the cursing and name calling that came out of it. I made sure that it was hard for her to change me as I made my body as stiff as could be. I wanted her to know what she was doing with me was wrong! She had this weird smile on me as she put a new diaper on me with these strange plastic panties that had ruffles. Then she put on a white summer dress with a few hundred flowers on it. She finished by putting these ankle socks on me
She dragged lifted me down from changing table and dragged me out to the kitchen where she sat me in a highchair. I spit out the pacifier as I ate the mashed bananas. Miss Victoria tried to do small talk with me on how I slept and did I like the pretty dress. While I felt like a stupid sissy, I did not look at her. I wanted to throw the mashed banana at her face and curse her to the skies; I decided I would show no emotion and just stare like a zombie.
You should feel lucky! She said, I was going to let you start at stage one, but decided you should start at stage two. Stage one is so tiresome and it is hard work as you would be a baby girl and just lay in a crib all day. That is no fun for you or for me. Stage two is slightly better. You are now a toddler girl and will be treated as such until you are ready to go to stage 3!
This must be illegal and it's so wrong. You are just a blind bat that cannot see I am an 11-year-old boy. You want to be evil and use your power to force me to be something I am not. After all, who would ever say that forcing a boy to be a toddler girl is a good idea?
She put her weird smile on and said, I do not expect you to understand. I do this out of love and to make the world a better place. You are a brat and you have committed many crimes as a child. The Dollie Project will get you on the right track. You will be a well-behaved lady and an asset for society. We believe that misled boys like you need to start over. Some of my friends love stage one as it is where you would truly start over. I think some of my friends would love to see boys back in the womb.
You are so evil. You will be arrested and end up in jail! After that, you will end up in hell!
My little princess, you do not understand now, but you will one day and come to love and adore me. You will thank me.
She put the pacifier in my mouth and warned me she would tie it on me. She sat me down on a chair where I could see myself in a mirror. I saw my eyes well up as a boy with the dress was looking back at me. The pacifier in the mouth looked ridiculous. It made me look like a grown-up baby! How did my life come to this? Miss Victoria was just brushing my short hair. She told me some of her friends preferred sissies with short hair. Everyone knew they were sissy boys. Others liked girls with long hair. She looked at my face in the mirror and praised my eyelashes, saying they were long, There is no doubt about you. You are a girl and I will let your hair grow long
Was I to be here so long?
After she was done, she took me outside in the backyard. She told me it was time to get fresh air. I looked at all the toys in the playground while she smiled and told me how spoiled I was. I looked around and cringed when I saw a path behind the fence where people walk their dogs. I waddled over to a tree and sat under it If people that walked by could see the back of me and think it was a girl that was sitting. At least they could not see my face.
I buried my face in my hands once again. I was not at all happy. I know I did wrong things, but this was not a punishment. This was humiliation and torture. God created me as a boy and this woman wanted me to be a girl. Maybe some boys accepted it before. Maybe they were like angels that never done bad things and became excited when they saw dresses and skirts. What would my life be when I finished all these stages? How many stages were there?
I wiped my tears and looked at the doll I carried around all the time. I considered her a boy that stood up to Miss Victoria and as a punishment was forced to be a girl doll for eternity. I named my doll Oliver and told her, God is on my side. I have a granny that will save me. Mom will miss me. My friends will look for me! Until then I will shed no more tears. I will play a game with the witch. I will be the best sissy ever. When we get out of this strange place, we will get our revenge on the witch and we will be boys again. Until then Oliver, smile! Pretend you like all this sissy stuff and do not shed any more tears! She does not deserve our tears.
Miss Victoria came and told me it was time to get changed. It was then that I noticed that I was wet. When did this happen? I did not shed a tear. I just stood up and walked in. When I was inside, I told her in a polite voice that it was hard to walk. I was told that I could just crawl. My eyes teared up at being told that I was wet and I should crawl. I looked at Oliver's face and it was like she was telling me to remember our agreement and not to cry. So I held the tears back and went down on my knees and crawled. It was no easier crawling with a doll in your hand, but when we came to the nursery, I smiled as it was the best idea ever.
I should win an Oscar!
She lifted me on the changing table and lifted the dress and took off the diaper. As she was finding a diaper I felt that I had to pee. Then I got a wicked thought. What would a baby girl do? It was hard not laughing when her apron got wet. I smiled innocently and looked at her frustrated at the little accident. She looked at me sternly and said she hoped I did not do that on purpose. I wanted to shout that it served her right. She wanted a baby girl, so she should deal with the good bits and bad bits. She looked very annoyed and for a minute or so I thought she would spank me.
Then she lifted me down from the changing table and said it was time for a nap. I held Oliver close as I wanted to scream again. My plan was so hard at times. She put the pacifier in my mouth and told me I must be exhausted. When she left the room I spit the pacifier out and looked around. I hope my plan worked and she thought I was an easy child now. I had to keep my plan and be a nice mommas boy so I could escape this hell hole sooner. I didnt sleep however I imagine myself cycling with my friends in nice summer weather. I was wearing boys clothes and we were discussing if we would swim or play football. I asked Oliver if he forgot how to play football since he was forced to be a girl doll. Of course, he did not answer. He was just a doll. However, I needed to believe he was made a girly doll. I needed to believe I would escape and teach him football.
Miss Victoria came in and I pretended I had the best sleep ever as I woke up and smiled while stretching my arms.
You must have slept well princess, Miss Victoria said while she smiled, and you are all smiles. An amazement progress from the scared and rude girl you were this morning! Its amazing how fast you found your sissy self. I would hate to think you are acting
I wouldnt do that. I decided to make the best of my time and learn all I can, so I can go home to mom my mommy sooner!
That is, of course, a good attitude to have a princess. Of course, you could be waiting for granny to come here. She sent you a message on the cell phone I took from you. She told you that if you still felt the same way today, that you should send a text message and she would come straight away and as she said save you. I am happy to see you smiling so much, as I do not feel so bad about sending her a message that you were fine.
You bi- I managed to control myself, but I could not stop a tear from going down my face. Instead, I told her in the cutest defiant voice I had that after thinking about my situation, I believed that no nice woman would force and overpower a boy to be something they did not want to be! She seemed annoyed with this and took me out to the playpen.
At supper, she fed me some mashed food that I had no idea what it was. I managed to swallow it and hoped my tummy would forgive me. I asked her if I would be starting stage 3 yet. I also asked how many stages there were. She smiled and told me not to worry about such things and consider life as a whole lot of stages. What sort of answer was this? Her answer was no answer, it was rubbish!
Miss Victoria said since I was such an angel, I could watch some TV. So I sat on a fluffy rug on the floor and watched these cartoons on TV. She came in and gave me a baby bottle full of milk.
When I was in a world of my own, thinking the care bears made me want to vomit, I suddenly saw my two friends at the window. I could hear them slightly as they asked why I was here and why was I dressed as a baby girl? Josh was trying his best not to laugh while Adam looked worried. Adam took a few pictures with his cell phone which was so embarrassing. I moved my mouth telling them to help me and save me. I didnt use my voice, as Miss Victoria would hear me. However, she did and took her broomstick and shouted to the two boys they should not be peeping in at girls through windows. They both ran away as quick as they could
They were lucky
I figured that they would either go to the police and SWAT would come barging in the door and save me. Or they would show everyone in school and everyone would think I was a sissy baby!
Miss Victoria said it was time for bed. As she laid me in the crib I whispered that I love her. Right!
I was worried. I was 11 years old and a boy laying in a crib with a girls diaper and a girls nightdress on and a pacifier in my mouth. The worse thing was the collar around my neck. It was supposed to help me accept the treatment as a sissy. I was worried most about this. What happened if I finally accepted it and wanted to be a sissy. I had to keep to my plan. Make the witch think I am the best-behaved child in the world, and then I would go home and act like a boy again. I had to beat her and I had to beat this collar. The best thing I could do was to remind myself I was a boy. I had two advantages. I still had a boys clit I mean boys penis and I knew my grandmother loved me.
The only thing I had was hope. I had to hope that the police would find me. After all, what she was doing must be illegal. I had to believe my friends would save me or even my grandmother. I had to hope this nightmare would be over. I had to believe that my identity would not be replaced by a sissy one.
I knew a sissy in my class. He was not afraid to wear pink. He looked and acted like a girl. The other boys teased him. He never fought back and would end in tears. I used to tease him a lot. It was fun if I could bring him to tears. I thought he should act more like a boy. Looking back at it, I did the same as Miss Victoria is doing to me. I was trying to change his identity. When I come back to class, I will be nice to him and get to know him. Maybe we could be friends. After all, everyone deserves a friend
I am a boy I am a boy I am a boy.
I heard Miss Victorias footsteps. I quickly wiped the tears in my eyes. She had a smile on as she usually had. She picked me up and dragged me to the changing table. She sighed and said she had to do something about my short hair. She put a new diaper on me, a short toddler dress and frilly ankle socks.
I have had many boys here, but there is something about you. You are special. I think you have potential. The fact is that you are not bad, you have been misled. You were born a boy, but deep under your skin is a girl that wants to come out. You may hate me for treating you like this, but you know that I am considering you more and more like my own daughter. I only want good things for you and I want you to be happy. I love you, sweetie.
This woman was insane.
I love you too, I said smiling.
Then she lifted me to the table and sat me on the highchair. Once again she put a bib on me. My breakfast was mashed food. It looked and tasted like apples. I was beginning to miss using my teeth. Of course, my drink was in a baby bottle. I couldnt stop to think that whoever made this sissy program was evil. However, I did not complain. I just smiled thinking I should win an Oscar.
When can I see my mom? I asked
Well She is on holidays. After years of dealing with your bratty ways, she is finally relaxing and taking care of herself
Does she still love me?
All mothers love their children.
I questioned that as she left me in this strange world. Most moms would ground their child and even spank them. They would even take their child to a shrink or Dr. Phil on TV. They would never take their child to some witch that changed everything about their lives, including their gender and age.
I was put in the playpen while Miss Victoria did some housework. I was holding my doll and trying to take off my collar. If I could just get that off, I could run to grannies. One of the problems I had was when I had to pee. I knew if I asked Miss Victoria that she would say to use the diaper. This was hard to do as it made me feel dirty and like a baby. I was sitting in the playpen with a wet diaper. I tried to play with the doll and some blocks that were in it, but I could not stand it. Before I knew it, I was crying. Why did I cry so easily? Was it because of my collar? Here I was at 11 years old and crying.
Miss Victoria came and noticed I had a wet diaper. She lifted me up and took me to the bedroom. Then she stripped me down to I was naked. Once again she lifted me to the tub that was soon full of perfumed bubbles. She gave me one of her speeches, Did you notice that since you became a baby princess, that you have not been arrogant and rude. You have not been mean. Most boys do not know the limits and end up doing things that hurt other people. Deep inside them is a little girl trying to get out. There are many boys that should be sissies, but are too afraid to show it. You are lucky and you are accepting it. I think it is time that you soon go to stage 3!
I clapped my hands, one more stage closer to freedom.
After she finished the bath and drying me, she put a diaper and told me to sit on this chair. Then I understood what was next. She had hair extensions that she was going to put on me. She did not want me looking like a tomboy. I dont know how she put the extensions on, but I could feel they were long and it took a long time for her to do. I tried to sit patiently, but it was hard. It was a good thing I had my doll with me, as I could play with her. I smiled thinking that it takes a long time to put in, and it would take me a minute to cut.
When the hair was done, she told me to close my eyes. I expected her to show me the hair in the mirror. She just washed my ears and the next thing I knew was that she pierced them. I started crying because of the short pain. She put a pacifier in my mouth and told me to look in the mirror. I nearly fainted. I had pigtails and you could see two earring studs! I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream.
I am a boy. I am a boy
Miss Victoria smiled at the result. I was now looking like a girl. She told me it was time to get fresh air. So I ended in the backyard holding my doll once again reminded myself that I was a boy. I tied to have fun in the sand castle. I was building the best princess castle that there ever was. I built it around my doll. I didnt notice the time going by.
Is that you? a voice said. It was Gloria, one of the popular girls from the class. I smiled at first, as she never gave me the time of the day. Now she was looking at me dressed like a toddler baby. How was I going to explain this?
It is you! She shouted
I can explain!
I didnt believe it when your friends showed pictures of you as a sissy. I thought they were joking
They showed everyone the pictures
Yes. Everyone was shocked, but some thought the pictures were photo-shopped
Oh no. I thought they were friends
I bet you would have done the same, she said in a matter of fact way,I love your long hair, and you even have earrings! Is that a diaper I see under your dress?
I can explain. I am being forced to do this. An old lady here is making me be like this! Please help. Tell the police to come and save me!
Dont be so dramatic. It looked like you were having fun before I came. You were making a sandcastle with a pacifier in your mouth!
She skipped off giggling. My life was over anyhow. Everyone saw the pictures. She was right. If I was them, I would have done the same. The worse thing is that she said I was enjoying being a sissy baby!
Miss Victoria told me that it was time to take a nap. I tried walking after her but ended crawling because it was easier. I was now once again in a crib. I actually wanted to sleep. I wanted to dream that I was a boy enjoying the summer holidays. The witch could not take the ability to dream away. As long as I could dream that I was a boy, she would not defeat me.
I had a weird dream. I dreamed that my granny came and wanted to see me because she was worried. Miss Victoria invited her in for a cup of coffee while she explained I was out playing with friends. They both sat and chatted and in no time they were chatting like they were two best friends. Granny said I could be a handful, but deep down I was a good boy. The witch actually agreed with this, saying I was a sweet child. When I came here, I was afraid and did not want to be here. Now I have settled in. She loved having me around and she admitted once in a while, I needed some guidance and strict guidance. This was a bad dream as Granny believed it all!
When Miss Victoria came to my door, she told me it was nice to meet my grandmother and she was a nice lady. It was not a dream! Granny actually came. This was my chance to escape! I couldnt help it, I cried. I know I promised not to cry, but this was my golden opportunity that was lost... I hugged my doll and let the tears flow. Miss Victoria did not understand why I was in tears. She put a pacifier in my mouth and said that I would see my granny again.
The doorbell rang.
Miss Victoria came in with a man. He told me he was a doctor and a good friend of Miss Victoria. Any friend of Miss Victoria could not be nice!
I was told to get naked and lay on Miss Victoria's bed. He checked me all over and wrote some things down.
Then he said to Miss Victoria, He is a healthy boy. He is very small for his age and has not yet started puberty.
He is easy to lift, She said
Then he took out a needle and looked down at me. You will get three injections.
He gave me the first one which hurt a lot, so I had tears flowing out. Miss Victoria told me how brave I was. He said this was a hormonal blocker, which stopped my boy hormones. I really did not understand what he meant. I was just worried about the pain and the fact two needles were waiting.
The second needle did not hurt as much, but still enough to make me hate doctors. He explained that this drug stopped my growth. It has some big effects such as loss of coordination and amnesia. Once again I did not understand what he meant.
The third one hurt as well. He explained it was an estrogen booster, and I would be taking extra tablets each day to keep the estrogen levels high enough. Do not ask me what this meant.
I have put in my diaper and dress once again, and the evil doctor left, leaving me alone with the witch. She said it was time to relax as we had such an eventful day. She gave me a bottle of milk and we sat down to watch some cartoons on the TV. I was beginning to like cartoons. I bet this was the stupid collar that was on me. It was making me accept my position as a sissy more and more.
I am a boy I am a boy. I am a boy.
I couldnt believe it. Miss Victoria was asleep on the sofa and I was not in the playpen. This was my chance. I could crawl out the door, but this would be no good. There was a GPS on the collar. Then I smiled. I crawled silently out to the hallway, cursing at how much the diaper crinkled. I took the telephone and rang to the emergency phone number.
I need the police I whispered, This old woman is taking care of me and she-
You need to speak louder please, I can hardly hear you!
Tell the police to come. This evil woman is treating me like a
Then I hear Miss Victoria ask where I was, so I had to hang up the phone. Was that enough what I said? I am sure the police would investigate. I did not even have time to tell them the address. Maybe they could trace the number.
Then the doorbell rang. That was quick!
Make sure to watch out for the next part, which is the final part of act 1
