This is an interactive story. At the end of the chapter, there will be choices that you can vote on. The choice with the most votes is the direction that the story goes.
. And now to chapter 1.....
My name is Alexander, and this all started when I was 9 years old. Who would ever think that my life would end to where it was now. Mine was just a bit stranger than other boys, or how many are there like me?
I never did know my dad. He got my mother pregnant and then left her in the trailer park. I remember when I was a small boy that my mother would bring home a new dad every week. She was very beautiful and they helped buy her food and some clothes. Looking back at it, I do not think she was respected, as no one really liked anyone from the trailer park. They used to call us trash.
Mom was happy and so was I. We had a good life with what little we had and we were always smiling. Mom made sure to play with me and tell me stories that I wanted to listen to over and over again. She would also take me on long walks through nature, and tell me what the different flowers were called. She never got mad when I could not remember the stories. I remember mom and I could spend hours looking at butterflies or lady bugs and think of stories about their lives.
Mom was a hippie. This meant that my hair was long and I was happy in an old t-shirt and jeans.
For being a trailer park kid, I was well fed and dressed well. I was clean. Mom took care of me. I was also popular in the park as the others loved to hear me sing or acing some scene out that mom and I made. Sometimes the others took pictures of me, and this made mom happy, as she said I was the worlds best model.
All this stopped when one of moms boyfriends was mad at her and choked her to death. I was standing beside an old lawyer at the funeral. He didnt cry when moms coffin was lowered in the ground.
Later he met with me in this old smelly office. He told me that 3 relations were there to take care of me, but my mom decided whom it will be.
It was one of the following. Click the voting link and you can decide how this story continues
The choices
-Alexander will live with his dad that works in Hollywood. (18%)
-Alexander will live with his eccentric aunt (70%)
-Alexander will live in an orphanage (12%)
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-- Edited by Dauphin on Tuesday 14th of March 2017 08:51:56 AM
I was sitting in the lawyers desk, and was a bit worried. It was hard to forget that Mom was now in heaven. How could she abandon me to an unknown future? I was used to being a trailer park kid. I never came out of the trailer park. Now I was all alone in the world. Tears were rolling from my eyes as I remembered my mother. Would I ever be happy again?
The lawyer sighed and seen that I wet himself. He found some old denim overalls and briefs and told me to change. I was crying saying that I was not a baby. I never wet the bed or wet during the day time. I was 9! The lawyer was never good with children and was happy that his children were now adults. He tried to console me by saying that I have been under a lot of stress, as my mom died and the life I knew was gone. The lawyer mumbled to himself and said this must be normal reaction for a child. However children have to learn to accept lifes many changes and surprises, as I cant just wet myself every time I got a divorce! There were 4 wedding pictures on his wall!
A woman walked in and looked at me and after a quick sigh, she smiled. I looked at her and wanted to hide in the chair. I pushed myself back as far as possible in the chair and hid my face between my bent knees. I peeked at the woman. She had the nicest hair that I ever seen. Her face was pretty and she did not have too much make-up. She wore a beautiful red dress with white gloves. She had some fur around her neck. She looked like a film star. She looked like a princess.
She was my aunt and I would be living with her.
My aunt wiped the seat before she sat on it. She looked at me once again and sighed. He looks very feminine. I suppose that is good. I always hated macho men. This is a big responsibility for me, as I am not used to children. I am a career woman and as you know, I own my own model agency. I hope that he is a behaved boy!
I looked at her and wondered did she read good night stories.
She was looking at me like she would do to any model aspirant. She was looking at my features and measurements and smiling thinking I was not at all macho or masculine looking.
She signed the papers and before I knew it, I was sitting at the back of her limo. She must be rich as she had this limo and she had a driver. I was not going to any trailer park. We were driving past a huge building that looked like a glass cube. She told me that is where she works. She ran a model agency and was quite successful. She promised me that I would visit the building one day.
I looked at her again and smiled. I could see that she was my moms sister, as she had the same eyes and the same smile. I was pretending that she was my mom back from heaven. This was until she asked if I always wet myself. This was the last question that I wanted to be asked. I wanted to forget all about it. However, she was afraid that I would destroy her furniture as well as a bed. She told me she would put a rubber sheet on my bed.
I nearly choked when she asked do children my age still sleep in a crib?
Who was taking care of me!
The house was a small house. I expected a castle considering the limo and her glass building. I looked around inside the house. It was old furniture and some of it was worn out. My aunt said this was her parents house. She admitted that it was nothing special, but she loved the house. At any rate, she spent much of her time at work.
She showed me my new bedroom. At first I wanted to faint. It had a princess canopy bed, dolls, a dollhouse and lots of colouring books. It was very pink. I was thinking about asking if she could redecorate and make it to a boys room. This was until she said that it was moms room. Suddenly the room looked different. It was where my mom was as a child. Her spirit was here. I would not ask for it to be redecorated.
After we ate some pizza she ordered, she worked a bit on the computer. I was exploring and quickly got bored. She had Madonna music on I started dancing. This made her look up from her computer, and smile. She was thinking that I danced better than any other girl she seen, and she seen many girls my age that wanted to be a model. She told me that I had lots of potential. I was confused.
She called me over and I sat down before her. She started brushing my hair. I loved this. I loved as the brush went through my long hair
Allie there is something we have to talk about.
Now you as the reader can decide how this story will continue
Choice 1... His aunt is nice 33%
She can see Alexander is feminine. She will let him find out who he is at his own pace, and support him as best as possible.
Choice 2 His aunt is manipulative 37%
His aunt can see he is feminine, but he needs someone to show him the path. She will persuade him to take the feminine path. He just needs a carrot to follow.
Choice 3 His aunt is very dominant 25%
His aunt does not like boys, and will do everything so Alexander is a girl, even if it takes force!
Choice 4 His aunt is very strict 5%
She sees he is feminine and wonders if he is one of those transgender children she heard about. This is a sin. He is a boy and she will make sure he stays a boy!
Voting is over
-- Edited by Dauphin on Monday 20th of March 2017 05:22:23 PM
I'd like her to be kind, but manipulative and determined that she "knows best", and will help and guide Alexander in sneaky and manipulative ways to "learn" he's better off as a little girl. It'd be great if Alex was made to think certain girlish things are really for boys (gymnastics leotards, 'kilts', and changing his socks so they are longer and longer and thinner until he doesn't even realize he's wearing fine pantyhose/tights made for delicate little girls. Things like that :)
She called me over and I sat down before her. She started brushing my hair. I loved this. I loved as the brush went through my long hair
Allie there is something we have to talk about.
She called me Allie. Is that not a girls name? At least it was no Alex. I hated when people called me Alex. I dont know why I hated this name. I think its because it sounded so rough. Alexander sounded so softer. I was called Allie before, but usually when mom wanted to sweet talk me and does her a favour. Sometimes she even called me princess. I did not mind her calling me that. To tell the truth, it made me fall warm inside.
I started to cry once again as I remembered my mom once again. Why did she have to die and go to heaven? Why did she not take me with her? Aunty stopped brushing my hair and said she will be back. I sat there in an empty room. I knew that my aunt was in the same house, but more tears came. I did not want to be alone. I needed my aunt here. Aunt came back and gave me a cute stuffy bear that had a heart on its stomach that said BFF. Then she put a pink pacifier in my mouth. I sucked it a bit in shock as I was no baby. But it did stop my tears so I kept it in my mouth.
Aunty told me she was not used to children and when she heard that I was coming, she first didnt want me to. She didnt even know if I was a boy or a girl. She knew I had a boys name, but the way mom wrote to her, it was like I was a girl. When she seen me, she thought I was a girl because I was slender and looked fragile and because of my hair. She continued talking saying she was always a career woman and the only children she took care of were the brats at her mode agency. She said she will try her best with me, but I should know she was not perfect.
I told her I liked when she brushed my hair. This made her laugh as she said it was a good start. She told me I would look cute with earrings and pigtails or pleaded hair. This made me laugh as I said I would look more like a princess.
It was time for bed. She helped me put on an old t-shirt that mom got from one of her old boyfriends. Aunty told me it did not look so pretty, so we would have to get some new clothes. She reminded me I didnt live in trailer park anymore. I could get the best of everything. I put the pacifier in my mouth trying to stop tears. Did my mom not try to give me the best of everything? She asked me if I wanted to wear a diaper. I shook my head and said I never wet the bed. She told me she put a rubber sheet on the bed, just in case.
When I sat on it, I thought that it was so noisy. How was I going to sleep? Every time I moved it was a huge crinkly noise. Aunty read a story about Snow White up for me and then gave me a hug. As she went out, I cried out begging her not to turn off the light. I was now by myself. I looked around at all the dolls and toys. This was my moms room. She slept here and played here. I tried calling out her name, but the only noise was the rubber sheets. I cried as I feel asleep.
I woke up again and looked out the window. The sun was beginning to shine. It was still early. I felt a bit strange. I sat up in the bed and wondered why I felt so strange. Then I realized I wet the bed. I hugged my teddy as close as I was thinking why I wet the bed. Maybe it was because I slept to well. I thought it was good that she put a rubber sheet on. I took off my wet clothes and took my teddy bear and found my aunts bedroom. I climbed into her bed and hugged my teddy while I fell asleep again.
My aunt woke me up by asking what her name is. I opened my eyes and said the teddys name was Bella. I then asked aunty was she mad at me because I was in her bed. I told her I did not want to be alone. She smiled and said that my mom and her always went to their parents bed. She then smiled and said that they were not naked when they done it, but at least I was already for a bath.
She took me to the bathroom and sat me in the tub. The water was nice, especially when she put some bubbles in it. She smiled at me while I started blowing at them. We both ended up giggling. She looked around and put these colourful things in the bathtub. She said they were salts and would make me smell nice and pretty. I smiled at her and whispered that I wanted to be pretty. She looked at me a bit confused and told me she could see I was very special. I splashed in the bath until my fingers started looking like grapes. I could see that she was not used to children because she asked if people teased that my boys thing was so small. I knew that some older boys in the trailer park did, but I told her that I did not want to talk about it.
After, she found some yellow cotton shorts and put them on me and a white t-shirt that had a yellow teddy bear. I didnt want to tell her they were girls clothes, especially when she told me the bear on it could be Bella's sister. She also told me I was now both pretty and clean and this made me happy.
She got ready herself in the posh clothes that she usually wears. She then sat down at her makeup table and started painting her face with everything. I stared at her as it looked like it was hard to do, especially the lipstick. She smiled at me saying that it was strange doing this with an audience. She then looked at me and asked did I want any makeup on. I giggled and said that boys do not wear makeup. She looked at me and said that some pretty boys do and then admitted she was jealous at my long eyelashes. She pointed the lipstick at me and I ran away.
She caught me and said she had to do my hair. She put it in a ponytail and said that it was time to eat breakfast. During breakfast, she told me a governess was coming to take care of me, because my aunt had to go to work. As soon as she said this, the doorbell rang.
I hang onto my aunt as she opened the door. I felt anxiety in me as I did not want be left alone with a woman I did not know. I wanted to go to work with my aunt. I kept on tugging her clothes as she welcomed the governess that was small and old with pointy glasses. Aunty pushed me In front of her, so I was no longer hiding. The woman looked at me and said, I thought you said it was a boy. You did not say it was a girl, or is that it is a sissy?
She was not smiling and I ran to my room. Aunty tried explaining that I was shy while the old lady said that sissy boys needed to face the facts and not be misled. She said sissy boys were freaks and sinners. My aunt told the woman to leave, as with an attitude like that, she was not needed here.
Was I a sissy? I remember people always called me that in the trailer park
Aunty came in and gave me a hug. She said it looked like she would be staying home today. We did not need a governess like her. She then told me she had a question and she hoped I would be honest. She explained that she know knew me a bit and she knew me from moms letter
She took a breath and asked
Do you think you are a boy or girl?
What do you think Allie answered? How should this story continue?
Now you as the reader can decide how this story will continue
What do you think Allie answered? How should this story continue?
1. He said nothing, He really did not know the question or trust his aunt yet - 17%
2. He said he was a boy and hated when people treated him like a girl. He only let them do it so they would like him 18%
3. He said he wanted to be a pretty boy. He knew he was a boy, but liked girls things that would make him look pretty 27%
4. He said he is a girl inside and a boy outside. He had a boys body but knew he was a girl despite this 38%
-- Edited by Dauphin on Wednesday 29th of March 2017 03:05:24 PM
-- Edited by Dauphin on Wednesday 29th of March 2017 03:06:14 PM
Last weeks poll: 1. He said nothing, He really did not know the question or trust his aunt yet - 17% 2. He said he was a boy and hated when people treated him like a girl. He only let them do it so they would like him 18% 3. He said he wanted to be a pretty boy. He knew he was a boy, but liked girls things that would make him look pretty 27% 4. He said he is a girl inside and a boy outside. He had a boys body but knew he was a girl despite this 38%
Was I a sissy? I remember people always called me that in the trailer park
Aunty came in and gave me a hug. She said it looked like she would be staying home today. We did not need a governess like her. She then told me she had a question and she hoped I would be honest. She explained that she now knew me a bit and she knew me from moms letters She took a breath and asked
Do you think you are a boy or girl?
I sat up in the bed. Did she not see that I had a boys body? I was a boy, and why did she ask such a question? I was also wondering what mom wrote in the letters. Did she say that others always called me sissy and girly? Did she write that I asked for a doll last Christmas? Did she write that she called me princess?
I clung on to my teddy bear and looked into my aunts eyes. Could she read my thoughts? I never did feel like a boy, and I was never accepted by the other boys. I always wanted to play with the girls. I admired their clothes and toys and even the way they thought. The few friends I had were girls. I was often jealous of them. They had the right body.
I looked around the room and wondered if she would love me more as a girl. She never said she would change the bedroom.
I looked at my aunt again. Could I trust her? Would my answer make her think I am a freak and would she lock me up? I could feel a tear running down my eyes and my heart beating fast. I looked in her eyes. They were moms eyes. I knew I could have answered my mom. I also knew that mom never needed to ask. She knew me so well.
I am a girl
She hugged me and said it takes courage. She explained that some children have a boys body, but they know that they are girls. She gave me a tighter hug and repeated that its good I have the courage to admit it. My face was wet with my tears, as I felt that she knew what was deepest inside me. She didnt think I was bad or crazy. She was giving me hugs.
Aunty was now brushing my hair, which I loved. She smiled saying that she supposes this means no haircut. I smiled back and did not say a word. Telling her that I wanted to be a girl was enough talking for me. Aunty did all the talking; telling me that some parents would think I was sick.
However, she would support me. She told me that from this day on, I would be a girl. She continued brushing as she said I would be a girl in every way except my body, and this could also be changed.
She tucked me in bed. This was a noisy event, as every time I moved, the rubber sheets made so much noise. She told me I looked cute with the pacifier and smiled, saying that she now had a niece
Good night Allie she said.
I looked at the poster of Cinderella. I was now to be treated like a girl. I was a girl with a a . penis. My aunt decided I was no longer Alexander, but now I was Allie. I did not know what to think of all this. It was all of a sudden. I mean this morning I woke up as a boy and now I was a girl. I suppose it was my fault, as I did admit that I thought I was a girl. My aunt did not ask me if I wanted to be seen as one or lived like a girl. It was not her fault. I told her I was a girl. I just had to get used to it.
Alexander was now buried with my mom. I closed my eyes and fell asleep thinking what my mom would think.
I woke up early the next morning. It was the same as the day before. I wet my bed. Everything was wet and cold. I felt so dirty. Everything was also quiet. Where was aunty? I sat up in my bed and started crying. The fact that I was crying made me cry more, as it made me feel bad that I cried over nothing and I was 9 years old! Whatever the case was, I sat on the wet bed crying my head off.
Aunty came and gave me a hug smiling saying she noticed I do not like being alone. She told me it can because all the changes in my life. I nodded as she changed my wet clothes and gave me a bath. I was smiling once again as I loved the bubbles. I also splashed water on my aunt. I was once again smiling.
I was given the same overall I had when I came to live with my aunty. She put my hair in a ponytail and put some sandals on me. I looked in the mirror. I looked like a tomboy. Then I remembered that I am a girl. I can say that now, because aunty also thinks I am a girl. We were going down town, because she said I needed lots of things so I would be pretty like a girl should be,
Being in a shop full of girl clothes was strange for me. I was hoping no one would notice that I was fully not a girl. At the same time, it was like being in heaven. All the pretty clothes! Aunty told me to look around and pick some clothes, but she reminded me that the clothes were to be age appropriate and nothing a slut would wear. I did not know what she meant until I showed her a bikini. She gave me an annoyed look and said girls my age should only wear one piece swimming suits.
She was putting loads of clothes into a cart and humming as she was doing this. It would have been easier if she bought the shop. Another woman was there with a girl my age. I looked down as I was shy. It was the first day I was being seen as a girl. I didnt want anyone to know that I was known as a boy until today. The girls mother told my aunt that she is lucky I do not complain about the clothes. She said her daughter would have a fit about most of the clothes my aunt found, as they would be too childish for her. Then the woman had a smile on her face and apologized, seeing some diapers. She said she did not realize that my aunt had a younger daughter. My aunt told her my name was Allie and I was her only niece. The girl looked at me and I knew I was blushing so much. I was told that her name was Sarah
That night, aunty was brushing my hair before bed. I was wearing a new night dress. It was white and had pink lace. My panties had a picture of Barbie on them. I wanted to ask her why she bought diapers. I didnt ask as I figured that she forgot all about them and I definitely did not want to remind her. I couldnt get a word in edge ways. She was telling me how proud she was about my first day being a girl. She said there was still a long way to go. It would not be easy.
I told her I felt happy today, especially when I put on a blouse and skirt when we came home. I told her I felt so pretty and I knew then that I was meant to be a girl. My aunt smiled and asked did I go to the toilet, as it was time for bed. I told her I would go before she tucked me in. My aunt told me that girls sit and do not stand.
I wet the bed that night as well. I woke up with the same anxiety I had the days be-fore. My night dress was wet and I went to aunties room to see if she was asleep. She was not there. I panicked and sat on the floor bawling my eyes out. Where was my aunt? I was alone!
My aunt came up the stairs and picked me up. She sighed when she seen I was wet once again. She told me she would never leave me alone. I was crying and could not stop. It only helped when she put a pacifier in my mouth and gave me a bubble bath.
After, she put a dress in me that was pastel coloured, and a lacy collar. I had panties on and some white tights. I felt so pretty. I felt like an angel with the clothes on. It was like they felt I was wrapped with a pink cloud and they made me so pretty. Aunty put my hair in bushy pigtails and said we had to visit the school and register me. I was afraid and aunty told me to take Bella with me, so I would not be so afraid
A few hours later we were in the Head Mistresses office. She was told that I was not used to schools, as I was a trailer child. The head mistress said they had a special class that may suit me. Then auntie said that may be good as I still wet the bed. We were told that if I wet at school, I would have to wear diapers.
The head mistress asked why my papers said Alexander. I wanted the earth to swallow me. She was told that I was born as a boy but had a gender identity disorder, where I was a girl with a boys body. My aunt asked was this a problem, as she did not want people to know I had a boys body. The head mistress looked confused.
I am a girl I said. They both looked at me in a strange way. It was then I saw that I wet myself and a puddle was on the floor The head mistress looked back at my aunt and said she understood, and she would do her best to keep my secret a secret.
I took off my wet tights as then it was hard to see I was wet. I waited outside the office as my aunt and the head mistress
The girl I met the day before at the shop came to me and started speaking. She said it was nice that a new girl was starting at school and she hoped we could be best friends. I smiled and told her I really never had a friend before. Sarah shrugged her shoulder and pointed out she could smell and see that I wet myself. She asked was I wearing a diaper she seen my aunt buy the day before. I shook my head. She sighed and gave me a hug saying she will not tell people I wet the bed, but it would be bad if I had wet clothes at school.
That night, aunty said she had to ask me something. She noticed I wet myself in bed and at sometimes during the day. She also noticed that I needed her all the time and hated being alone. She said I was now a girl, maybe I needed to start over.
Which of the following was aunties suggestion? 1. Diaper and crib: I think you need to wear a diaper. I think we should also put a crib in my room so you can sleep. The crib will make you more secure. 2. Nursery Room: I think you need a diaper sweetie, and we will let you start again as the princess you are. We will change your room to a girls nursery. It means you can grow up and blossom to a sweet girl. 3. Bedroom: I think you need to wear diapers at night. We can also put a two way intercom in your room, where you can speak with me when you need to. We should go to the doctor to find why you are wetting 4. Boarding school. I have missed work so much and you need a lot of attention. I have a friend who is good at treating boys I mean girls like you. You should go to The Pink Academy
Voting done
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-- Edited by Dauphin on Wednesday 19th of April 2017 09:08:45 AM
1. Diaper and crib: I think you need to wear a diaper. I think we should also put a crib in my room so you can sleep. The crib will make you more secure. 15%
2. Nursery Room: I think you need a diaper sweetie, and we will let you start again as the princess you are. We will change your room to a girls nursery. It means you can grow up and blossom to a sweet girl. 35%
3. Bedroom: I think you need to wear diapers at night. We can also put a two way intercom in your room, where you can speak with me when you need to. We should go to the doctor to find why you are wetting 24%
4. Boarding school. I have missed work so much and you need a lot of attention. I have a friend who is good at treating boys I mean girls like you. You should go to The Pink Academy 27%
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Aunty told me to lay on the bed, as she took off my clothes and poured some baby powder on me. I was confused as to why she was doing this, but I admitted it smelled so nice. Then I saw her take a disposable diaper and folded it out. I knew what she wanted to do with it and started kicking and crying telling her that I did not want it on. Aunty just sat on the bed while I had a tantrum and explained she was doing what was best for me. I didnt care, I kicked and I screamed as my face was wet with tears. Aunty asked me several times if I was done. I was not! I was 9 years old and did not need any diaper on me.
After some time, I was too tired to cry and scream. Aunty put a pacifier in my mouth and gave me Bella, my teddy. She explained I needed the diaper as I was constantly wetting. She gave me a hug, and told me I have been through a lot. First my dear mother dies, and then I have to move to a new house with an aunt that I never met. She said on top of that, I discover that I am a girl with a boys body. She explained that this is a lot to understand and go through. She said she read that regression often works. I looked at her and asked her what she meant by regression?
She explained babies feel very safe and secure, and have time to discover the world they live in. She told me I could not go back to being treated like a baby all the time, as I have school. However I could be treated like a baby until I felt more secure and used to my new life with her. My room will be changed to a baby nursery and I would be treated like a baby outside school. This would only be part time, and when I was ready, I could be potty trained and live as the princess, I was meant to be. Aunty went on to say the next job would be to get blockers and hormones. I stopped listening to her. The tantrum and her plans made me tired, so I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up. Somehow I felt better than the past few days. I figured it was because I was not in wet bedsheets and pyjamas. I looked down at myself and remembered that I wore a night dress, because I told aunty that I felt like a girl. It was a pretty night dress. I also noticed the diaper I had on. It was a pink one with butterflies and rainbows. It was sagging wet, which made me sigh. Then I remembered what aunty said. She will change my room to a baby nursery and I will be treated like a baby.
Diapers crib changing table high chair baby clothes
I ran into aunties room and hugged her and cried. I begged her not to treat me like a baby. I promised to be good and do everything she said. I repeated this over and over while aunty tried to calm me down. She did not even answer me as she said her assistant was coming to get the house set up and everything we needed. She told me she understood that I could not understand regression, but all she wanted now was me to try it and do what she wanted.
She looked into my eyes, and said she thought regression would be best for me. Would I not try it just for her? I looked down and muttered that I would be her baby girl. The doorbell rang.
Aunty left me in the room as she went and answered the door. It was her assistant. I heard them talk and talk and heard the word baby a few times. Then aunty came back and put me in a white summer dress and a diaper. The dress covered the diaper, and it was hard to see I was wearing one, despite it made my bum look big. As we walked out of the room, I could see myself in the mirror, and the sunlight made the summer dress a bit transparent. It was certain that I was wearing a diaper.
The assistant was working, ringing to people as aunty told her we would be back later. I asked where we were going and she said since its weekend, we would be going to the amusement park. I smiled as I never was at an amusement park in my life.
An hour later, we were at the park. It was a huge place with so many rides, booths and flowers. I never saw so many ice cream stands in one area. I ran around and was smiling for the first time in days. I saw a puppet show in the distance and ran towards it. It was cool as I sat and watched two puppets hitting each others heads. I didnt even mind when a boy that was older than me and whispered to me that he likes my dress.
Aunty found me. I didnt realize that I ran from her because I was so excited. She took out this child harness and put it on me. I told her I did not need a leash as I was not a dog! She smiled and said that at least she knew where I was.
After that we went around looking at the rides. Aunty said I should try a rollercoaster ride, as they were fun. I looked at it and wanted to live to the next day. I started crying and saying they were too dangerous and I did not want to try them. Aunty found my pacifier and put it in my mouth. We then tried the toddler rides. I did not like spinning tea cups as it made me feel sick. I loved the train and the planes that went up and down. The only bad thing was when aunty told me not to spread my legs when I sat, as they showed my diaper.
It was time to get my diaper changed, so we found a girls room. There was one woman there waiting for her daughter that was in the stall. Aunty lifted me on the changing table. She started changing my diaper and let me tell you this is so embarrassing. The woman noticed my boys penis and complimented my aunt on raising me as a sissy. My aunt said I was not a sissy, and she thought that word was so harsh. Of course the woman disagreed and said that sissies are cute. My aunt explained that I had gender identity confusion. She said I feel like I am a girl.
The girl came out and I started to get anxiety, as I seen it was Sarah, the girl that seen me wet my pants at school. She was looking down and blushing as her mom was talking about sissies. She must have seen I had a boys body and was deeply embarrassed. I didnt really hear aunty and the woman anymore. I heard aunty talk about tantrums and she needed to get back to work. The woman said something about being stern and not accepting anything.
Sarah and I did not speak with each other. It was time to go home.
When we came home, I saw some vans drive by us. We walked into the house. I did not say anything except look at the changes. There was a highchair and a playpen. I could feel an anxiety attack again. When I saw my room, it was the same, except there was a changing table and a princess crib. I could feel my eyes well up. Sarah knew I wore diapers. She knew I was a boy. What would she say to this?
Aunty told me I had a long day, so it was time to get changed and go to bed. I looked at the crib and before I knew it, I was in a tantrum again. I told my aunt that she was mean and crazy. I was not a baby! I would not sleep in a crib. This time, she did not wait for my tantrum to finish. She lifted me up and told me to stop and listen to what she said. She warned if I did not, she would spank me and use cuffs to keep me in the crib.
I looked up at aunty and was afraid. I was afraid of my aunt and said nothing as she changed my diaper. She put me in the crib and asked me should she get some cuffs? I didnt answer. She walked out the room as I was thinking that I was afraid of my aunt. Would she really spank me? Would she really chain me to the crib? I missed my mother. I sat there holding Bella thinking I tried doing everything that aunty wanted. Then I thought that I told aunty that I was really a girl and she has done her best to help me. I was confused.
Aunty came back with tears in her eyes. She told me she knew she was a bad mother. She did this nursery to make me feel safe and give me a fresh start. She sometimes did not know what to do. She knew very little about transgenders. She knew nothing about children. She would never chain or spank me.
I gave her a hug and said I liked my new nursery and she was a good mom.
Aunty smiled and told me the future will be fine for us, as we had each other. She said that I started school on Monday, and she needed to get back to work. She said we had to discuss who would take care of me until she got home for work.
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Who will take care of Allie after school?
1. Allie will go to her aunts work place. She will set up a play room for him
2. Allie will go to day-care after school
3. Sarahs mother has offered to take care of Allie.