Hello everyone. I am so happy that my story will be on this site. Its not a story about me finding out there was a girl living in my boys body, and its not a story about some girl or woman making me their slave. Its not a story about me finding a boyfriend and being his girlfriend. This is my story where I tell the truth about what happened to me. I hope you wont laugh at me. There is one thing I would like to say before I start. Things happened so quickly. I dont know where to start. Things happened so quickly
My name is Summer, and that is not a girls name before you start telling me it is. It is a unisex name. All my life people keep telling me its a girls name. I am 11 years old. I live in the wealthy area in the city. Its not my fault that my parents are wealthy, they just are. I like doing most things. Video games, and watching TV, and sports. Life is good. My parents love me more than anything. They spend all their spare time with me, so I cant complain. Well if I could complain, it would be about two things. The first is that I wet the bed. I had to wear these stupid diapers at night.
In the building where we lived, there were no children except a girl called Shelly.
Shelly was also 11. She had a quick temper. Mum always said that she thought that Shelly was a spoiled child that got whatever she wanted. I didnt think so. When you talked and played with Shelly, you found out she was the nicest girl in the world. No, I did not fancy her; she was just a good friend. It is true that she wanted to decide everything. But thats ok, usually she had some fun games and things we could do. Like we would tease the doorman.
One day when I was visiting Shelly. We were bored looking at some magazines.
I know what we can do. Shelly shouted
What?
We can play that you are my baby sister.
Why baby?
Well you do wear diapers and wet the bed
You promised that you would not tease about that.
Im not, but I can see by the bulge that you are wearing one now.
Thats because Mum says I should wear it here, otherwise I forget to go to the toilet when we play so much
So, if you wore one of my dresses, you would be a baby girl.
I dont know why I did it. But for the next hour, I let her take off my clothes until I sat just in my diaper. Of course she said I was pretty in my diaper and teased me somewhat about it. I sat down sort of half freezing and thinking if this was a good game after all.
She showed me this yellow dress. It definitely looked like something a baby would wear. It was yellow with white lace around the sleeves and around the hem and neck; it also had red flowers on them. She told me to raise my arms and put the dress on me.
Then she said I would need some sandals. I wore sandals before, but that was when I was younger and these sandals were yellow to match the dress. It was obvious that they were girls sandals.
The last thing she did was to fix my hair. She said it was quite long, but it still had what she called a skater boy style. Then she got an idea. She put my hair in a ponytail.
She asked me how I felt,
This dress is strange, its like I can feel the breeze go up it. Its like Im naked form the waist down.
Shelly promised that I would get used to it, and took me to the mirror. I nearly fainted. There was a girl in the mirror, although she looked younger than I really was. Then it stroke me, this girl was me! I wasnt an ugly girl either. I never thought that I had such a girlish face. I started there looking at my eyes with the long eyelashes, and my lips, that didnt need any makeup.
We spent an hour playing sister and baby sister. We were on a couch when I laid with my head on her lap. She gave me milk in a bottle. Those things are sure hard to suck from. Despite me being against it at the start, I liked playing being a baby. It was like having a big sister taking care of me, and I always wanted to have a big sister. If wearing the dress were the price of having a big sister, then I would wear a dress. As a boy, I looked like a wimp. As a girl I was pretty.
After an hour, Shelly said that we should go out for a walk. I said no way. I was wearing a dress. Shelly talked and talked, and at the end she made me admit that I looked like a girl, and no one would even notice I was a boy. She said we would look like two sisters going for a walk. She said it was a dare. I know she just wanted a laugh.
I dont know why I said yes to this. It was like the time Mum bought me a pink coat and said no one will notice. I wore the pink coat to school and everyone teased. When I told Mum everyone teased, she just said that everyone was jealous of my pink coat. Yeah, right!
So there we were, like two sisters walking to the park. Shelly held my hand. I am sure that others thought that she was taking care of me. I noticed when the wind blew a bit that my dress blew in all directions. Not as bad as that Marilyn Monroe dresses did, but it was enough to see the diaper that I was wearing. This made me blush a lot.
Listen," Shelly said, We live in a city. No one notices anyone. I mean look at all those emos and rockers walking. We will have forgotten them in a few minutes. The same is if someone sees my little sisters diaper. They would have forgotten it in five minutes. The worse that could happen is that they would discuss it at supper, and they would not even know who they were talking about
Shelly was right, and at any case, it didnt matter because I was already out in public with a dress and a diaper on underneath.
Just as I was a world way in my thoughts, we heard a big crash. It was a black limo that crashed into a white van. Two men in black got out of the white van and shot down a bunch of men that were wearing sunglasses.
The next thing we heard was sirens. The men in black ran away leaving behind a few dead men and a limo with smoke coming out of it. It was just like something that you would see in TV. Shelly and I along with 50 other people just stood there.
A few TV cameras were there and were taping everything
Then I heard a scream. It came from the black car. No one moved. Everyone was just standing there. I couldnt believe it. A girl was crying and no one was helping her.
I rushed to the car, and opened the door. Inside was a girl my age that was screaming and crying. I put my hand over her mouth but that didnt help. So, I put her hand around my shoulders and lifted her from the car. It was hard to breath because of the smoke. I could also feel the flames from the fire. This girl didnt do her part. I had to drag her. I kept on telling her to walk, because she was as heavy as a stone a big stone. I looked forward and all I could see were flashes. The media people were taking pictures of me. I thought it would be better if they helped. It was hard to see where I was going because of the flashes.
At last, I dragged the girl to where Shelly was. I looked behind; the car was totally in flames
Then I saw the media with their microphones and cameras rush toward me, the girl was lying on the ground and some medics were taking care of her. It was then that reality hit me. I was a boy wearing a dress, and I did not want to be on TV. I ran towards Shelly, and we ran home. This was not that easy when you are wearing a diaper.
We arrived at Shellys house, and quickly changed into my boy clothes. We were totally hyper. We never thought we would experience shooting and a car crash. We talked about the fact that we saw the girl before, but we were unsure where we saw her. She must have been famous. I also looked forward to we can play little sister again.
That night, I begged Mum and Dad if we could see the news. Dad always watches it, so I thought he would think I was grown up if I asked to see it. He smiled and said of course, it was just in time.
. The big news today is that terrorists had attempted to kill the presidents daughter when she was driving through our city. The Secret Service assigned to her was all killed. The situation looked bleak as the presidents daughters car was in flames and she could not get out. This story has a good ending. While the adults were looking at the burning car, only the courage of a girl the same age as the presidents daughter saved the day. This unknown girl saved the presidents daughter by dragging her from the car. The Presidents daughter is said to be ok, but shocked after the ordeal, and the strange girl she cannot be found.
Mum and Dad stared at the screen. Their original reactions were that it is good for the presidents daughter that she survived and talk about the stupid terrorists. Then they looked at the picture of the girl. I sat in my chair wondering if they would recognize me. Their boy dressed as a girl.
I Think I seen her someplace Mum said. I think my heart jumped out of my mouth, Her face is so familiar
You are right, but I cant place where I saw her. Do you think that we saw her at a family party or something?
I dont know. There is something with her eyes
I kept quiet. It was amazing that their son was dressed as a girl, and they never recognized me. Looking at the TV screen, I would never have recognized myself after.
The news was on the late news. Mum and Dad were surprised that I wanted to see the news again. It was the same news story that they gave before, but they added some comments at the end, The girl, who is the heroine of the nation, is unknown, But analysts have said she must be mentally challenged in a special home for children, if you look closely at the girl, you will see that she is wearing a diaper. The search for the heroine continues. If you know where this girl is, then ring to the following number.
I got mad. Thats bad. They are saying shes a retard because she wears diapers. I have to wear them at night and Im not a retard.
Calm down Summer. They just cant find the girl. The whole nation wants to thank her, and the only thing we know is that she wears diapers. Besides, if she wears a diaper during the day, then she must have a problem.
You make me wear diapers during the day sometimes." I whispered. Luckily they didnt hear.
The next day, everyone was talking about the heroine at school. Everyone was saying how pretty she was, and courageous and a shame she had to wear pampers. I felt so bad. I thought that Shelly and I were cheating these people by not telling them the truth. But how could we tell the truth? Everyone would laugh if they knew I wore a dress. I could hear them calling me names now, sissy. I am the only one that knew that they would never see the girl again. I would not go out in public with the dress on; I would only wear it when we played little sister inside
It didnt become better when the President issued a statement that he would like to meet the heroine and thank her personally. The Nationwide search was on and people claimed to have seen her (me) in all corners of the country. The whole thing was getting out of hand. I am sure there were more important things to be done. As I told you earlier, I was not going to make her appear again, as that would mean that I had to go out with a dress on.
Some people thought it was amazing that they couldn't find a little girl.
After school, I came in and rested on the sofa. What a day! No sooner than I had time to think, the phone rang. It was Shelly. She wanted me to come to her place as soon as possible. She was in deep trouble.
I rushed up to her place and she was waiting to tell me what was bothering her,
Its good that you came, she said, These two Secret Service men came to our door. They were looking at the film and noticed it was me that was with the heroine. They made me promise that I would bring the heroine to CNN tomorrow. The president will hold a live ceremony. You have to come
No way. They will forget about the heroine. The President daughter is fine. Whats the big fuss? I cant go out in public with a dress on. I am not a sissy
But you liked being a girl. You liked going out as a girl
What if people recognize me?
They wont recognize you. Did you parents recognize you? Please I need you to help me here. They were secret Service. I dont know what will happen if they come to our door if I dont come with you. Besides they will just continue asking me who this girl is.
Ok, Ill show up at the presidents ceremony tomorrow.
Shelly was happy, and deep down so was I.
The next day, we had no school. It was the weekend so I rushed to Shelly. She was dressed in her best clothes, which was a gown dress. It made her look like an adult I think.
On her bed was a pure white dress with a red ribbon that went around it. It looked like something Shirley Temple would wear. Shelly started taking my clothes off. She became a big sister again rushing and complaining how much she had to do. She got a bit mad that I was not wearing a diaper, but she was also prepared for this. I had to lay on the bed while she started changing my diaper. I went totally red in embarrassment. When I was about to complain she just stuck a pacifier in my mouth. Then she put some white tights on and the dress. The tights were a weird feeling. It felt like someone was feeling my legs all the time. I didnt wear sandals this time, I wore Mary James. The last thing was to put my head in a ponytail. I looked at the mirror before we left, the heroine was back! I loved the clothes
A Black limo came to collect us. On the way out to the Limo, I saw Mum. I heard her say Shannon is that you? just as I entered. My heard sunk. Did Mum know see me? Anyway we were driven to the TV station where the president was.
When I stood outside the Limo, everyone was shouting and cheering. I felt like I was Britney Spears or someone. There were some Secret Service men holding them back. At one stage this person got hold of my ponytail and pulled. Wow that hurt. Then it seemed like every camera in country was there. Thousands and thousands of pictures were taken of me, and with each picture, there was a flash. Once again I thought I was going to be blind.
The meeting with the President was very short. He said thanks because I saved his daughter and I said youre welcome. Then he shook hands, and I gave the presidents daughter a hug, and it was all over.
Well that was until Mum came on the stage. She rushed towards me telling everyone I was her son. I became so embarrassed that I started to cry. Why was Mum doing this when most of the world could hear it? She gave me a hug saying that it was OK, and we would have a talk when I got home about the girl in my boys body. Needless to say I was confused. The only thing that I understood was that the whole world knew that I was a boy in a dress that saved the Presidents daughter. You could imagine what it said in the news that night.
So you see why I am writing this account. I want people to be clear about a few things:
· If I like wearing dresses, then that is up to me. It doesnt mean that I am a girl
· If I like playing the little sister with Shelly, then I will. We dont harm each other and I like playing baby sister.
· I am not handicapped or retarded if I wear a diaper. My bladder will get bigger and stronger.
That is what I would tell Mum when we had a talk about it. I am sure that she would understand me and not interfere in the game that Shelly and I had. I hope she wont think I am some freak
I was on a roll in 2009. Stories were coming out every month. I think i wanted to make an impact.
Anyhow, I wanted to try something new in "Hero". I wanted a story that lead up to where the story usually start, where a boy discovers himself. I wanted people to get confused in a way they ask themselves "what the hell?"
There are several questions that people could ask here?
- Why did his mother give him a pink coat?
- why did his mum tell everyone he is a boy on national TV?
Of course the big question is what happens now? What happens when he speaks with his Mum? What about his Dad? Is he a "sissy" or does he just like playing dress up once in a while?
In some ways, an annoying story with lots of questions
What readers say (You can reply with your comment)
Thanks for the story, Little hard to read, but fun.
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Dear Dauphin: Yes, there is some awkward phrasing, but then again an excited 11 year old kid might express him or herself in just that way. Although it's been some years since I was 11, I can definitely relate to this story. I am a cross dresser and have always wondered what might happen if I was caught in an emergency situation. In this (fictional) case, the fact that your hero/heroine saved another life was paramount. Maybe that's exactly how it would turn out in the "real world." This story has a lot of "heart." Peace-- hippie cheerleader.
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Some awkward questions (for one, why would a girl that young, president's daughter or not, be traveling unaccompanied by a relative, a babysitter or some kind of family friend?), but I did enjoy the story. Not sure whether Mom was being thoughtless or behaving outrageously at the end (demanding the spotlight? hoping for future endorsement money? trying to put in a good word for TGs?), but it certainly seemed counterproductive on her part, though it did nicely set up the ultimatum at the end.
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The President's daughters travel to school every day with Secret Service protection, so I don't think they make a big deal about it. I am sure they are well taken care of. The mother was a bit thoughtless as you say, for outing her son to the rest of the world. I imagine the Religious Reich probably brought harassment to her child, regardless of the heroic deed that was performed because they didn't like him wearing a dress
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Even with the misspelled words the story is sorta cute. I mean what mother in their right mind would embarrass their son that way? Okay, so the mother jumped to conclusions, and said they would talk about the girl in her son's body. But what about dear old dad? What are his thoughts that the "son" he thought he had, was wearing a dress and saving a girl from a burning car, who just happened to be the President's daughter? Hmmm this was left open ended, and I am sure that others would like to see an answer to these two questions, at least. There is more, Shelly making our hero(ine) wear a diaper when (s)he wasn't wearing one was very selfish on Shelly's part, and kind of overbearing. So, everything considered, I guess you did all right.
"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."
Love & hugs, Barbara
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You CANNOT pick on the author for any grammar or spelling errors when her first-person narrator is an eleven-year-old!! If anything, it was thoroughly authentic in language.
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Will have him in tabloids and make his life hell.
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wot is going to happiend next is there more to this story wot was girls reaction to finding out that the girl that saved her was a boy and whot did mum say when thay got home
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A rather cute little 11 year olds take on his/her femininity issue. My question is who is "Shannon" that Summmer's Mother called out to her? Based on what Summer says during the telling of this story, I do believe that the Mother actually wanted a daughter, not a son; or the name and the pink coat would not have been issues. J-Lynn
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In the story it is a lot of glaring mistakes. Mistakes technical and legal. Let's consider to begin with technical questions. Let's begin at least that blocked a presidential limousine in the street and have shot as a rusty tin. In-first - a presidential limousine moves on streets only as a part of a cortege. Into its structure enter (besides a presidential limousine) at least two escort cars with security guards. Secondly - the cortege goes with a speed of 120-150 km/h. To block it the heavy truck is necessary at least. But not a minibus. Thirdly, even if it will be possible to block a cortege and to destroy guard in escort cars (that in itself is unreal without the heavy weapon), to reach passengers of a limousine (from it of 10 sm of armours) it is almost unreal. Fourthly on all operation terrorists have 5-7 minutes. It is no more. It is necessary so much, that the reinforcement has approached to guard. Conclusion-described in the story the attack on the car with the daughter of the president is absolutely unreal. It is unrealizable even so-called shahids for whom own life not worth a fillip. Now we will consider questions legal. Judging by actions secret service, events happen somewhere in Africa or the South America. Secret agents break into houses, interrogate juvenile children, threaten them, violently take away them somewhere. Nothing less than tonton macoutes any or Gestapo. For such "pranks" of these employees at least will dismiss. That will possibly more - put into prison. I at all do not mention that mother of the boy will make the megabuck suit to the government. That have exposed him to public humiliation. And she will win this process. From all aforesaid I can draw a conclusion: as soon as the magic disappears, the story turns (to put it mildly) to phantasmagoria.