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Some people are born smart. They know the answer to everything. Some people are born dumb, and they have trouble all their life. I dont know why I was born dumb. I really didnt think that I was dumb. I just thought about simple things and not big things. I wondered why does all the tasty food like chocolate and coke taste good and healthy food taste bad? I wondered why people killed insects. Why do people hate each other? Why are people so mean?
I was simple as a child. I didnt care if I was wearing fashionable clothes or if my Dad had the best job. I didnt care if I had 20 friends or was the best at sports. To be honest, all I wanted was to be happy. I didnt say anything smart. I wasnt very talkative. I was honest though. I remember a girl that asked me was she ugly. I told her she was the ugliest thing that I ever seen. Needless to say that she slapped me across the face and told me that I was very mean and rude. That experience meant that I was cautious around girls. I hardly said anything to them and when I did, I protected my face afterwards.
Everyone thought that I was dumb. Some even called me retarded, just because I couldnt understand everything. Its not that my brain didnt work. It wanted to understand how things worked. My answer to everything was that God helps us. It makes sense. He is the boss of the whole universe. So when the teacher asked me how babies are made, I just answered that God does it. The whole class laughed and shouted that I was dumb, which I didnt understand. In my mind I wasnt dumb; I just understood that God has the power to do anything.
One of my classmates lived next to me. Her name was Jenny. She was very pretty. I would visit her as often as I could. She thought I was dumb, but she liked me anyhow. I would sit on her bed while she told me what she did with her friends. She also would tell about the boys that she fancied. I didnt understand much of what she said; I just liked listening to her voice. She was the only one that didnt remind me I was dumb all the time.
Now you know a bit about me, Its time that I tell you what happened to me one summer when I was 11 years old. It was the last day of school. I sat next to Jenny on the bus. In the back of the bus, there were old boys that wanted me to come down to them. I wasnt that dumb. I knew what they wanted to do. They wanted to lift me up by my briefs and give me a wedgy. I wasnt that dumb. I pretended that I didnt hear them and sat closer to Jenny. I knew that she would protect me from the boys, Even though she was busy speaking with her friends.
When we came to our bus stop, we went out. Jenny had a friend with her and they were chattering about summer holidays and what they would do. I didnt say much. I never said much. It always got me in trouble. I always said something stupid and it was embarrassing to hear from others how dumb I was. I usually looked down at my feet while we walked. I wondered how my brain could remember to put one leg in front of the other. How do we remember to walk?
Then I saw a flower. It didnt know what it was called. It had blue bell flowers on it. Jenny and her friend didnt notice the flower. They nearly stepped on it. That got my brain working again. Do flowers feel pain if we stand on them? I didnt know the answer to that. Sometimes being dumb is hard. The flower must feel pain, as it is a living thing. The flower was also in a bad place. It was next to the road, where dust and exhaust from the traffic would hurt the flower. This means that the flower couldnt get fresh air.
I rushed back to the flower and went on my hands and knees. I carefully dug around the flower, so I wouldnt damage the roots. I now had the flower in my hands. I rushed back to Jenny and her friend. They asked what I was doing with a flower. I said that it was dangerous where it was. They laughed and said that it was only a flower, and how dumb could I be? I said the flower was in a dangerous place and I wanted to put it in a safe place. I walked to Jennys driveway and planted the flower in a flowerbed where tulips were. I tried explaining that the flower was happier where it was now. The two girls chattered together, with a smile on their face. I couldnt hear what they were talking about.
Jenny invited me to play with her and her mate. I didnt have much else to do, so I said Ok. She had a pretty room. It was pink and red and white. It had a red rug in the middle of it, and pink walls. Her bed was an old fashioned canopy bed with white sheets and nice curtains. I was surprised at the amount of Teddy bears that Jenny had. I had my favourite teddy, but I would like a lot more! Jenny was so lucky. I sat on her bed and took some teddy bears up and started to play with them
Then Jenny asked me do I want to play a game. I said fine. I was a bit shocked because no one ever asked me to play a game with them, not even Jenny. She would just talk and talk. Now she wanted me to play!
She gave me a bunk of clothes and told me to go in the toilet and take off all my clothes and put these clothes on. I would need them to play the game. I went in the toilet and quickly took my clothes off. Then I looked at the clothes that she gave me. There must have been a mistake. There were panties and tights and a frilly dress. They were girls clothes. I was a boy, so why did I have to wear these? I was so confused. I was about to protest but I thought if I did, then they wouldnt let me play.
I quickly took the panties that were white and pink. They were so tight against me and so soft. I looked in the mirror. They looked strange on me. I then took the tights and spent some minutes trying to figure out how to put them on. I decided to stick one foot down in them and carefully pulled them up. It was the strangest feeling I ever had. It was like fresh air hitting my legs. I finally managed to put both my legs in them and once again looked in the mirror. I started laughing. My legs looked like girl legs. The last thing I took was the dress- It was yellow and had frilly edges. They were made from lace. I stood there with the dress in my hands. How do you put on a dress? Do you step in it or do you put it over your head? I decided to put it over my head. That was fun because I couldnt find the sleeves, so I was struggling with a dress on my head. It was like a tent was on my head. Finally I found the sleeves and let the dress slide over me. When I looked in the mirror, I couldnt believe in what I saw. It was a girl that was looking back. I looked like a girl! What was I doing? How was I going to show Jenny and her friend? I just sat on the toilet trying to get some courage to go out to them.
After a few minutes, I went out to find them. I couldnt find Jenny in her room. I went to the sitting room. No one was there. Finally I went in the kitchen. Jenny and her friend were standing next to the stove. I could see them stirring a pot of bubbling water.
Oh there you are. Wow, you look so pretty in the dress Jenny said
Thanks
What does it feel like wearing a dress?
Err; I can feel the breeze go up my legs
I think that you look very pretty as a girl.
Thanks
My friend and I were thinking that its bad that everyone thinks that you are stupid. Dont you ever get tired when someone calls you stupid?
I suppose I do.
Do you think that you are dumb?
I dont know, but if anyone says that I am dumb, then it must be true
I want to give you a present. It will help you.
What is it?
Its a necklace. I will tell you the truth. We are making a magical potion. We have to put the necklace in the potion. After we do this, it is yours.
I was a bit confused. Why did it have to be put in a magic potion? It must have been part of a game and the girls must have been playing that they were witches. What did I know?
The necklace was put in the bobbling water and a light came from the pot. It was like a light we see coming through the clouds on a wet rainy day. Then a sound came. It was like angels singing. I thought that Jenny was a genius. I could never boil anything like this. Jenny lifted the necklace up. It was shining. She put it on the table and told me to wait until it cooled down. The necklace had a blue stone which sometimes flimmered red. It was so pretty. I walked back and forth while I was waiting for it to cool down. Nobody has ever given me a present, except for my parents.
Now you can wear the necklace. Be sure that you never take it off. Not even when you sleep or take a bath. Dont worry it wont break and if you really think its pretty, you would wear it.
I asked if it was only girls that wore necklaces. Jenny said that boys could wear them too, and anyhow, I was in a dress, so I looked like a girl. I put the necklace on. I could feel a ticklish feeling going through my body, and then a cold chill went down through my body. I started shaking as the feelings were hitting my body. After a few minutes it was over.
I wanted to play. So we agreed that I was their daughter and we would play mum and daughter. Jennys friend would make a film of it. So she was going around with her cell phone and taking small videos and taking a few pictures with it. I didnt even notice that she was filming
Jenny was playing with me, although she was speaking to me like I was a child. I didnt care. Somebody was playing with me. I didnt know that playing with teddy bears and Barbie dolls could be so fun. Jenny taught me how to change Barbie clothes and she said that the clothes had to match. She also taught me how to sit on the floor with a dress on. I had to keep my legs closed, otherwise boys can see my panties, and I didnt want that, did I?
We were playing with the teddies and Barbies for some time. I still felt a weird sensation where the stone on the necklace was, but I played. Dont laugh at me for what I am about to say. But I was happy playing with girls toys. When Jenny called me a girl, I didnt get mad. I just answered. I was pretending to be Jennys little sister and it was fun. Besides I looked like a girl, with a dress on. I even had panties on.
I could see that Jenny and her friend were laughing while they were looking at the cell phone. I went over to see what they were doing. Jennys friend has sent a picture of me in a dress to everyone she know. This included my class. I could feel a tear coming to my eye. How could she be so mean? I knew that I couldnt show my face in school again.
Youre so dumb, she said, You could have said no about the dress, but you put it on. You even put panties on. Youre just a dumb sissy. It is only common sense that I send your sissy picture to everyone that we know. Why are you crying now, little dumb baby?
I could feel my eyes swell up. I knew I was about to cry. Maybe I was dumb. Maybe I did put on a dress. But I thought that Jenny was my friend. How could she be part of this? Friends do not embarrass other friends. I was not that stupid to realize that. I looked straight in Jennys eyes. I could see that she stopped laughing.
Dont worry. She said, By tomorrow people will forget how funny this picture is and they will not laugh when they see it. I promise that from now on, nobody will make fun of you
What was she saying?
I ran out of the house as quick as I could. I didnt even bother taking the dress of. I ran into my house. My mother was shocked that I was wearing girl clothes. I didnt answer. I ran to my room and locked the door. I took off the dress and tights and panties and kept the necklace on. I jumped on my bed and turned on my Madonna CD.
Suddenly it got very dark. There was thunder and lightning. The necklace was shining. I started getting pains in my shoulders and legs. It hurt so much. It was like someone was pressing them. I cried for help, but nobody came. I tried concentrating on Madonna music. It didnt help. I was in so much pain, that I thought I would die. I started turning around in bed and curled myself into a ball as much as possible.
It seemed that I had pains for hours. Then I started getting pains in my privates. It was like someone was kicking me in there. I was now in tears. I couldnt stand this pain. It seemed like every time there was lightning, that it came through my window and hit the necklace. I was afraid.
The last thing I remember feeling was my hair. It was like someone was pulling my hair. I didnt understand why my Mum wasnt coming. I was crying and screaming.
I passed out. The pain was too much for me.
When I woke up, I was happy. There was no pain. I was lying in my bed when I noticed that the sheets were pink. Mum must have changed them. Then I noticed that there were teddy bears on my bed. When I looked around, I saw a desk and a dolls house. My floor was the same as Jennys.
I got up to pee. My hair was over my eyes. I brushed it back. I didnt understand how I suddenly got long hair. It went down to my shoulder. I rushed out to the toilet and started peeing. I got another surprise. It was running down my legs. I looked down. My thing was gone. I had girls private parts. What was happening? Why was I now a girl?
I went over to the mirror. I could see that I was much shorter than I should be. A girl was looking back at me in the mirror. I couldnt believe that I was a girl.
I rushed back to my room. All my boy clothes were gone. I only had dresses and panties and other girl clothes. I put a pretty dress on and rushed down to my mother.
How is my little daughter today?
Err you dont have a daughter. Im your son!
You are so funny. Of course youre my daughter. You have been for 7 years now!
Am I only 7 years old?
What is the matter with you? Of course you are. Youre becoming a big girl now.
I ran out and ran over to Jennys house. She was smiling. It worked. You are a girl now! Nobody will ever tease you because you are a pretty young girl
I walked out
Jenny changed my life. No one will remember me as a boy and they will think I always have been a girl. I could play with as many girl toys I wanted and could wear all the pretty dresses that I wanted.
I am sure that I would be happy when I got used to the ideal. I saw the flower that I planted yesterday. I hope it was happy too.
Comments from readers (You can reply with your comment below)
Even with the total fantasy element and some grammatical errors and misspellings, a gladsome, rewarding story of a transformation (resulting from pain) insuring that a child will never again be branded "dumb". As has been noted, good, sensitive, childlike philosphical insight, too. I hope our new little girl has so very many happy years ahead of long tresses and soft, dainty little panties. And may trousers never touch those lovely legs.
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Nothing would make me happier than to be a girl...forever urs.............. love it.
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This has to be the single most philosophical and introspective piece of erotica ever written. Dauphin shows deep understanding of human nature: our strengths and weaknesses, our foibles and deepest fears. A must to publish in mainstream literature. Bravo, sweetie!
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wiondeful wonderful sweet story ,thank you
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I am very disappointed the author of this tale has not received more reviews for the contribution and effort made to entertain others.
My personal opinion? This is a poignant tale of how fragile life can be.
Perhaps it is too sophisticated for most readers who visit this site.
My respect to the author. Keep on writing!
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I found this story very touching.
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Jenny should have told him before she did it. As it is, she might be guilty of dark magic.
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In a way, it parallels his actions with the flower. He uprooted the flower and replanted it because he thought it would have a better life somewhere else. He was wondering how the flower felt.
Then Jenny uprooted and replanted his life. I think he now knows something of how that flower felt.
--Brandon Young
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...stories and authors vary in their approach to magic; one size doesn't fit all. Jenny isn't guilty of anything other than being beneficent with what she's been given,, and kind and caring.
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Nothing is right when what you perceive as being normal is not normal as far as everyone else is concerned. The first reference anyone has about the world is how they perceive it. It is the cruelty of others that helps destroy your self esteem. Your nameless protagonist had a good heart, and only Jenny on the outside recognized the person inside for who she was. She gave her a chance for a life and acceptance. We don't know at this point if the protagonist's mental capabilities had been improved, too. That may be part of a future story; however, I think the rest of the world has forgotten about her slowness of her previous life.
There is a lesson here that I wish I had understood more than 65 years ago. Too often I was directed by the cruelty and lack of understanding of others and myself. It is so easy to perceive differences as wrong rather than just different. Ignorance is a killer of the spirit and soul.
Portia
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introverted boy and turns him into a wonderful outgoing girl. Just beautiful.
"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."
Love & hugs, Barbara
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Wow I thought I was reading my childhood in the first few chapters.What a nice feel good story ,I missed it the first time around but caught it on random stories.Thank you.
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I enjoyed it.
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I thought it might be a "Flowers for Algeron" story, and trembled. But it all ended well, so whew ...