Butterfly Curse
I always hated my name! Why do parents call their children
strange names? Do they not realise that these names stick
with children all their life? I am 11 and I also want to
change my name. My mother called me Harper and I am a boy.
Besides me hating my name, I had a perfect life. I had a
good mother that was not an evil bitch or worried too much
about us. She gave us freedom and never really got mad at
us. It was only me and my sister that was 10. She was born
nearly a year after me. When she was born, my father left
us, so I don’t really remember him or even miss him.
So I lived in a small but happy family. My mother came
from a rich family, so she had a lot of money so she could
dedicate her life to us. It was also an excuse that she
could have fun. As I said, she never got mad at us, but
maybe that’s because when she said something, we knew that
she meant it. While I was a quiet boy, my sister was a bit
noisier. She was not afraid of anything, especially saying
what she thinks. She was a typical girl. You know she
liked everything that was pink and she liked dolls and
toys like that. I must admit that she was growing out of
them. People thought that we were twins, as we were the
same size. There was a year between us. This meant she was
not considered the little sister, but the same as me.
One thing that annoyed me was when I wanted to watch
sports on TV. It was very hard when your sister and mother
couldn’t keep quiet. I found a solution. I visited an old
man who came from China. We lived in a small town and I
always wondered who bought the strange medicine that he
sold. The shop was an old dark dusty shop that was one big
mess. But he didn’t speak and bother me when we looked at
football.
It was one of these days when I visited him. There was an
important football game and both Mom and my sister were
home. I cycled to his shop and we soon were staring at the
game. After the first goal, we shouted it was our
favourite team that scored. I was suddenly thirsty and I
tried to stay quiet, as I knew that the Chinese man hated
when I interrupted. I don’t know if you ever tried to
concentrate on something, and you couldn’t because
something was in your head. I was like this for 15
minutes, but then I asked him did he have a drink? He
scowled at me and said there were some Chinese bottles
behind me and I can take the one that said spring drink. I
looked at the brown bottles, but the writing was in
Chinese. I was about to ask him, but I could see that he
was already irritated. I took the bottle with a butterfly
on it and took a drink of it. It was like it exploded in
my mouth. I continued to drink it, while the Chinese man
stood up as there was about to be another goal. I couldn’t
see the TV, as everything around me became pink. I felt
dizzy as I was on a cloud, and then I felt pains in my
chest. While the man went wild over a goal, I collapsed on
the bed. I knew that it must have been poison, but I
didn’t cry. I never cried! I felt my eyes become heavy, as
I seen the Chinese man standing over me, saying “What did
you do? You will never be the same again”
There seemed to be blackness, and I couldn’t open my eyes.
I heard voices. I heard my mother and sister cry. I heard
my mother ask someone when will I wake up as it was 4
days. I heard my sister ask if I was going to die? I
struggled to open my eyes and I couldn’t. I thought I must
have been in a hospital. This blackness continued for a
bit when I could see some light in my eyelids. With all my
strength I opened my eyes. My mother, sister, a Chinese
man and a doctor was standing above me. I was alive. The
Doctor said I should get some rest and everyone should
leave. The Chinese man said he would sit with me.
The others left and the Chinese man pulled down my sheets,
and then pulled down my pyjamas. I knew it. I was 11; old
enough that he wanted to molest me. That must be why he
had no wife. I wanted to scream but was too weak to. I
looked down and seen my body. Then I felt anxiety and
weak. I must have fainted because everything went black
again. When I woke up, I asked him where my body was.
The Chinese man explained, “The bottle you have drunk was
a special medicine that costs a lot of money. It is to
make old people young again. Only 3 bottles exist in the
world and you drunk a half of a bottle. As you are already
young, the magic in the bottle did not know what to do, so
it changed your body to a girl’s body. You now have the
body of a girl”
“Well give me more so I am a boy again”
“You nearly died from this, and we do not know if there
are any side effects. If you drank more, it will most
certainly kill you.”
“What side effect. I am no longer a boy. What else can go
wrong?”
“You have the body of a girl but the mind you always had,
the mind of a boy. The medicine was supposed to make you
younger, so your body can act like its younger still or
what’s worse, people will think you are younger”
“Mum will be so mad when she finds out I am a girl”
“She thinks you are a boy now as does everyone else. That
is because she has not seen your body. You can continue as
a boy and living as a boy, as long as people does not see
what is below your underpants. If they do, the magic will
affect them that they will think you always have been a
girl and just are a tomboy. There is one exception to
this, you can say this to one person and they will know
the truth. But if two or more sees you naked, the whole
world will think you have deceived them or hid the fact
that you were actually a girl”
“I don’t understand a word of this. All I understand is
that your stupid medicine made me a girl and now I feel
like a freak! I hate you!
“The best is that no one ever sees your body, and then you
can be a boy”
I got mad at him and told him to leave and I never wanted
to see him again. He left and I laid there looking at the
ceiling. It was his fault as he had the potion where I
could see it. He could have helped me pick the right
drink. I felt a few tears come to my face and before I
knew it, I was crying!
The next morning, I woke up and decided I had the mind of
the boy. The fact that my body was the body of a girl did
not bother me. I was going to be a boy. I put on some
underwear and a t-shirt and cargo pants. Somehow they felt
a bit course. I didn’t understand this, but I didn’t care.
I had to get past my mother that thought I was still
dying. I convinced her that I needed fresh air and I
needed to see my friends. She allowed me as long as I did
not overdo it
I went to the local park, where my friends were playing
football. I didn’t really take an easy. I had a lot of
energy and played as I didn’t play in a week or so, which
was true. My friends were happy to see me after the
hearing I was very sick. I didn’t have much time as it was
time to play! I sprang around the football field and even
managed to get a few goals. I forgot the curse of what
happened to my body until one boy said that he could not
believe I was so sick, as I was prancing around the field
like a ballet dancer. I wondered did he know. I felt like
crying, but I managed to keep the tears back. After the
game, we sat down and talked about how great summer
holidays were. There were some girls there. They never
spoke to me before, but the prettiest of them all started
whispering to me. Her name was Sabrina and was so hot. The
others could not hear what she was saying, and I suppose
that was good, as she was telling me I did look like a
dancer because I was so flexible. She also liked that my
hair was now long. I didn’t notice it, but my hair did
grow a lot. I didn’t care, as it was Sabrina, the hottest
girl in the class that was now speaking with me,
The next few days were heaven during the day when I was
with my friends. I would play football and hang around
with friends. I was like my old self. Sabrina and I were
the best of friends, and some people even said that we
were boyfriend and girlfriend. The only time I was sad was
when I was home. I was forced to sit on the toilet when I
peed, and when I took a bath, I was reminded that I was
now a girl, or had a girl’s body. When I looked in the
mirror, I could see what was missing and my hair was
growing very fast. It was now half ways down to my
shoulders. I suppose this was just the girl genes in the
body wanting to make me look more like a girl. I asked my
mother if I should get a haircut. She said my hair looked
cute long. It brought out the rebel side of me. I didn’t
argue with her. At night, when I was in bed, I would think
about Sabrina. Every day that went by meant that she was
my girlfriend. Was it fair that I didn’t tell her that I
had a girl’s body?
It was a few weeks after I drank the potion. My hair was
now down to my shoulders, but thankfully it was growing
less and less. Everyone noticed that it was long now and
they joked by saying what fertiliser did I use? They also
knew that Sabrina was my girlfriend.
I woke up one morning and was smiling. Yes, the potion
destroyed my body, but no one knew this and I was happy.
However, something was a bit strange this morning. I had a
strange feeling and I started to think what it was. It
felt like I was in the middle of a lake. I looked at the
sheets and found out that I was wet. I could not believe
it! I was wet! I peed the bed. I started to panic,
thinking the Chinese man said that my body could lose its
functions, as it was acting like it was younger. I started
to cry. I could not believe that I was crying. I never
cried. I got control of myself and then I quickly got
washed and changed the bed. I took the sheets down to the
hamper. My mother saw them and she just sighed and said I
was a bit too old to be wetting the bed. Then she just
gave me a hug and said that it must be the warm nights.
I went outside and went to the park as usual. Mum was
right, it was very hot. We didn’t wait and chat much as we
started kicking the ball around. After 20 minutes, we were
all feeling like we were in an oven. The other boys
started taking off their t-shirts. I just looked
impatiently as I wanted to continue kicking the ball. They
looked at me, and asked why I was not afraid to take off
mine. I begged that we just continue playing, as I was
fine. They wouldn’t stop and even asked if I am hiding
boobs. It was now that I remembered the body I was hiding.
I think that I went white and started to panic a bit. I
looked at Sabrina, and I could not see any bumps in her
tight t-shirt. That made me happy remembering most girls
do not enter puberty when they are 11. I slowly take
off the t-shirt so I was now bare on the top. I looked at
the football and was about to kick it until a boy said
that I had boobs. I looked down and noticed that there
were two small bumps. I then felt them and it was true. My
chest was beginning to grow. I wished the world would
swallow me as I thought that I always looked down below,
not my chest in the mirror. I looked down and this time, I
was sure after looking twice. I did have some bumps. The
boys teased and called me boob boy and everything else
they could think about. One boy was reaching out towards
it, and I ran away before he could touch them. I sat below
a tree and noticed that tears were coming down my eyes. It
then just it me, that I was crying. I have been crying
when they teased me. More tears fell from my eyes as I
felt sorry for myself. I was ashamed that I was crying
once again, I was so sad. My life was now destroyed over
some potion. I was crying my eyes out when Sabrina came to
me and then put her arm around me. She was explaining that
some boys had bumps; it was just something that happened
during puberty. She knew this was just a phase that he was
going through. I was crying louder, it was the first time
that she said she loved me. I cried more. I wanted to pull
my shorts down and show her that I had the same body as
her. I bet she wouldn’t love me then. I ran home.
The next few days, I stayed home. Sabrina tried to send me
text messages and ask why I wasn’t playing football, and I
should at least try to be friends with the other again, as
they forgot about it. I also knew that the probably have
forgotten about it, but that was not the problem. I had
two major problems that I had to figure out. The most
important problem I had was that I was wetting my bed. I
couldn’t understand why. The first few days, Mum said that
it was just because I was stressed or had a problem. After
a few days, I could see that she was now getting worried
and was telling us that she would be ringing the doctor. I
didn’t pay any notice to this. I just was worried about
getting up, and cleaning up before mum could see. I was
afraid she would she would see me when I was getting
changed. That is also why I didn’t go out so much, what
would happen if I wet myself while I was out with friends?
Another reason is that I was very emotional. I cried over
every little thing. This was confusing as I was always
strong. I noticed sometimes that I had to put a thumb in
my mouth, and then I would calm down. I could not let the
others see me in a crying fit, and ending up with a thumb
in my mouth. Until now only Sabrina saw me cry and that
was enough
It was like my life was turned upside down. I now had a
girl’s body and then starting to wet the bed every day and
crying like a girl. I felt so alone. I didn’t want to talk
with the Chinese man as he was the one that gave me this
curse. I had to tell someone. So one evening, I asked my
sister to come to my room and told her that I had a
secret. She starting saying that she knew about the
bedwetting, but I told her to hush. I took a deep breath
and told her that I was a girl. Her reaction was that she
burst out laughing. I then pulled down my shorts and shown
her my privates. I could see that she went white in the
face and was trying to ask why. I told her everything and
then said she will remember that I was a boy because I
told her. But if others found out, they will think that I
was always a girl. She was very understanding about it and
said I was lucky because being a girl was better than
being a boy. She promised that she would tell no one.
After that, we played with her dolls.
It was like a sudden burden was lifted from my shoulders.
The next day I was once again playing with the friends and
they teased, but I did not mind that much. They asked me
how my boy boobs were and did I want to be a girl with my
long hair. I just smiled and continued to kick the ball.
If they only knew the whole truth. Still, I was happy, as
when I was playing football, I could forget about the
things that were happening to me. I could forget and
concentrate on kicking a ball.
After a day of playing football, I came in the door and
mum asked me if how I could get so dirty. I noticed that
she has been shopping. She told me to go to the bathroom
and take a bath. I just nodded as she often said this when
I came home. I went in and took a bath. I must have been
there for a while because Mum asked several times if I was
finished. I got out of the tub and walked to my bedroom. I
nearly fainted when my mother was standing there, with a
towel on the bed. I could feel my face go white. I told my
mother that I can put on my own night clothes. Before I
knew it, Mum took my arm and I was on the bed. I don’t
know how I managed to do it, but I got up and rushed to
the door. My mother came and scooped me up and threw me on
the bed. I was so embarrassed that she could lift me. I
was small and thin, but I never expected this. I shouted
that I can get my own clothes on; however, the woman was
too strong. Despite I was crying and screaming and
kicking, she managed to remove the towel. She must have
seen my girl’s parts because she suddenly froze. The only
sound was me crying and a sudden thunder sound outside.
It was like as if she went white and then I could see her
staring at my privates. Then she froze again and looked
straight ahead of her. She has a blank look on her face,
and then she was back to herself. Then it was like and she
snapped back to herself. “Listen, princess, you have been
wetting the bed for the last week. I don’t know why it is,
and I just want to stop. I think it’s time to stop acting
like a tomboy playing boy games and looking like a boy.
From now on you will be more ladylike. I am throwing all
these boy clothes out and I will buy you clothes that a
girl your age should wear. Until then you are to wear your
sister’s clothes. She is the same size as you. After
supper every night, you are to wear diapers. Let’s hope
that the bed stays dry”
She called me a princess, and then she said that I was to
stop being a tomboy. The Chinese man was right; she will
think I have always been a girl. I tried telling her that
I didn’t want to wear my sister’s clothes. I knew it was a
waste of time telling her that I am a boy. She could see
my body, and it was not a boy’s body. I begged her to let
me wear boys clothes as well as not wear the bulky
diapers. She just put a mad look on her face and said I
should be lucky I was not wearing diapers all day and
toddler dresses. I mumbled something and let the tears run
out.
Needless to say, my sister teased and laughed at me. She
was saying that she was now the older sister. I wanted to
throw a pillow at her, but it seems like my body wanted to
cry. Once again I started to cry as my sister just sat
there. I think I understood her. She knew I was a boy that
and here I was wearing a diaper and a white nightgown that
went to my knees. I think I cried myself to sleep, as my
clothes were put in boxes and my sister's old clothes were
put in their place.
I woke up the next morning; I put on some panties and
white leggings that went just below my knees. Then I found
a yellow t-shirt with a crown on it. I realized that the
others would still think I was a boy. I did not want to go
out and play, but I did not hang around home so my mum
would drag me out shopping for girl clothes. I slowly went
out towards the park. I wanted to strip the clothes off,
as it felt they felt like they were clinging to me. Plus
they were so girlish. I didn’t jump into playing football;
I just sat in a corner looking at them. It didn’t stop
them from stopping the game and then came over to me. They
stared at my clothes, and then one said that he always
knew I was a sissy, as why I had hair to my shoulders.
Then they started laughing and teasing and calling me
names such as girly, sissy and even gay! I ran home and
hid in my room until my mother came to put a diaper on me.
Then I cried that night.
The next day, I figured that they would be over it. I wore
some black leggings that looked like tights and a tank top
that was white with a tiara on it. The only difference in
my hair was that it’s in a ponytail. I wondered why my
sister ever wore clothes like that. As I came close to the
football field, I could hear that they once again starting
to call names. I just walked away as I knew what they
wanted to call me. I went to my hiding place by the lake.
I just sat down with a few tears flowing down my cheeks. I
no longer got mad at myself when I cried. I was getting
used to it. I would have loved to play football, but now I
just sat here thinking of how my life sucked, just because
I had a girl’s body. Then I heard Sabrina’s voice. She sat
beside me and then gave me a hug. I looked at her and
noticed she was wearing the same leggings. This made me
want the earth to swallow me. She put her arm around me
and told me she always knew I was special. She started
giving a lecture that it was OK being a sissy. She
explained that I looked more like a girl than a boy, and I
was cute. She told me how brave I was showing the world
that I was a sissy, and didn’t mind girl clothes. I was
trying to get a word in edgeways but I couldn’t. Then she
told me she considered me her boyfriend and she was deep
in love with me. I looked at her and said I had to tell
her the truth. I didn’t get a chance to; as we heard the
boys come
Sabrina and I stood up. I was thinking that the boys would
tease us that we were now boyfriend and girlfriend. They
started saying that we had the same leggings on and then
the oldest boy said they were so tight, and yet he could
not see any tent in mine. Then they started discussing if
I was a sissy or really a girl. Then the oldest boy told
me to pull down my leggings and prove it. I knew why he
wanted me to do it. He wanted to embarrass me in front of
Sabrina. I just stood there and refused to. I wanted to
run away, but there was a lake on one side of me. I knew
they were serious and it didn’t help that Sabrina went
into a panic, telling me to run. I also knew this was the
only way out. I looked at the boys and started to run as
fast as I could towards the weakest one. A few months ago,
I could have taken him down. However, I had a different
body now and managed to slowly push him away. However, it
was too slow and the other boys ganged up on me. All I
could see was hands all over the place. I could feel the
leggings being pulled down. I fought as much as I could
but I could slowly feel them being pulled down and then it
was my panties turn. I could hear them laughing when they
saw the panties, and then everything went quiet when the
panties were pulled down. Then they just stopped and had a
blank look on their face. I heard the thunder sound again
and then the boys stood back. They had wide eyes and after
a few minutes, in which I managed to pull up the leggings
and see normal, they said, “Why did we always think you
were a boy? You are a girl! You just pretended to be a boy
to play football. I always thought you were too pretty to
be a boy.” The boys were in shock and just walked away.
Sabrina stood there with tears in her eyes. She didn’t say
anything but slapped my face and walked off.
The next week I was at home. I didn’t dare go out as now
everyone considered me a girl. The boys were hardly going
to let a girl play football, and how stupid is that?
Sabrina also hated me now. I just stayed at home and
watched TV. There was nothing good on at daytime except
children’s cartoons and other shows where taught you how
to count or what colour was what. The thing is after a few
days, I became engrossed in these. I would stare at the
child’s programs all day, despite my sister teasing and my
mother asking if I had anything better to do. I was
subdued in a way; I no longer cared what happened. When I
was getting my diaper on, mum always asked me if I was
depressed.
One day Mum said we had to go out and get some help. I
wondered what help she meant. She put me in a denim dress
and we went downtown. She went towards the Chinese man and
was going to walk in. She was holding my hand and I tried
to pull away – I did not want to see that man again. He
was the one that caused all my problems. Mum just pulled
me in and we were suddenly in a little tea room at the
back. The man said it’s a long time since he saw me, and I
just scowled at him. My Mum was speaking to him how I
would not accept I was a girl. She told him I was
depressed since she started telling me to wear diapers and
girl clothes. I was confident and smiling. At least the
Chinese man would tell her the truth of how I became like
this, and give me some potion. But he started telling her
what he thinks about children and said the best way to
cure my condition was a regression. I didn’t even know
what this meant. I tried to say it but could not even
pronounce it. I went out to the shop while they continued
talking what the word meant. I had a better idea. I went
into the shop and tried looking for the same bottle with a
potion. I searched the whole store and I could not find
it. Then he came out and I told him that he ruined my
life, He touched the ponytail and told me that things
would get far worse than they will get better. It would
have helped if I just accepted I was a girl. I told him I
hated him.
When we got home, Mum was on the phone and paying for
things over the internet. I just sat and seen the
children’s shows. Mum told me that she is glad she told
the man that I saw those, as he said it shows that
rejuvenation is the right way. I just scowled and said
that the man is crazy. Mum came towards me and put a
pacifier in my mouth. I should have to spit it out but
just sucked it,
Two days later I woke up to a lot of noise. My mother came
in and told me to go down to the sitting room as there
were some men that were working in the house. I pointed
towards the wet diaper I was wearing and mum sighed and
told me to lie on the bed. I thought that was strange as I
just usually ripped them off. I was shocked when she put
another diaper on me. I never wore them a day. I tried to
protest that there were men here. My mother just puts a
pacifier in my mouth telling me not to take it out. I
walked out just wearing a diaper with a pacifier in my
mouth. The men gave me strange looks. I wanted to stick my
finger up at them but walked into and seen Teletubbies. It
was hard to see with all the noise but I managed, despite
my sister asking if I am not embarrassed I was 11 and
laying on the floor with just a diaper on and pacifier in
my mouth. She also laughed when a workman came with a
bottle of milk. I looked at it. It was a baby’s bottle. I
should have got mad. I should have at least screwed the
top off. But I just replaced my pacifier with it.
Finally, the men went and I could hear the show in peace
and quiet. My Mum said I could come now and see what the
men did. I struggled into my room. Mum said if it was hard
walking, I could crawl. I got on my hands and knees and
crawled in. I couldn’t believe it; she changed my room
into a girl’s nursery. There were a crib and changing
table. All my sisters’ clothes were replaced by small girl
clothes that only toddlers would wear. The whole room was
pink and white, with cute animals on the wall dancing on a
rainbow, behind the crib was a drawing of the care bears.
I smiled. I liked that. But a crib? Mom picked me up and
asked why I was not protesting. She said that it seemed
like I didn’t care anymore. She said that was I had to get
used to now. I was starting life again and this time I
would be happy. I just sucked my pacifier.
The next few weeks, I was being treated like a baby. It
was a slow process. But as every day went, I was acting
more and more like a baby. Mum was also giving me some
potion that the Chinese man gave her. After a few weeks I
would wake up, and then cry until someone got me out of
the crib. Then I would get my diaper changed and some
short toddler dress on. I loved when I got tights on. They
felt so nice against my skin. Then I would be put in a
high chair and given some food. After that, I would play
in the playpen or see a toddler program. The pacifier
never left my mouth, unless there was a bottle of juice or
milk. I loved when Mum put me in the stroller and took me
around town or the park. It was so fun to play on the
swings. I didn’t even mind when the bigger boys laughed at
me. At night time, I would put on a nightdress and sleep
in my crib.
At the end of summer, I was a baby girl now for a few
months. I no longer remembered the Chinese man or anything
that I did before. If you told me that I was 11, I would
laugh. If you told me that I once had a boy’s body, I
would have laughed. I was a girl! I was also excited
because I was about to start at Miss Mandy’s nursery the
next day. There was another boy called Jack there and a
girl. Mum said they were a bit slow in the head. I did not
care
The night before, I went to the new nursery. We were being
babysat. This pretty girl came in and she looked a bit
shocked. Mum went and she played some games with us. Her
name was Sabrina and she was very nice. She told me she
forgave me and asked what has happened to me. I just
smiled as I did not have a clue what she was talking
about. In the end, Mum came home and told us that she
would babysit us again.
The next day, I started at the new nursery. It was great
fun. I liked the other children and I loved every part of
it, especially when Miss Mandy read us a story. We took a
nap. When I opened my eyes, I could see Sabrina; she was
there with a woman. The woman was the principal of
Sabrina’s school. Sabrina sat me up and showed me a
picture, “I need you to listen.” She started as she showed
me a picture of a boy swimming in a lake, “I forgive you.
When I found out you were a girl, I was confused, because
I was in love with you. I knew I was not a lesbian. I
tried to forget you, but could not, because there was a
hole in my heart. Then when I babysat you, I knew there
was a problem. You are now like a baby girl. I went home
and cried while looking through my old pictures. I found
this one. It is your swimming last year. Look at it! You
are wearing Speedos. You can also see the tent in them
that proves that you were a boy. Something strange has
happened.”
The Principal looked at Sabrina, “Sabrina, that is enough,
I told you that she has started here because she has
experienced a mental problem, where she considers herself
a baby. Something has happened to her so she is regressed.
Miss Mandy will help her. I promised to follow you here to
show you that she is being taken care of. That picture is
someone that looks like her. If you see the school record
that I have taken with me, you can see that it says right
here that she is a ….. Wait….. What?.... I can’t believe
it…. It says here that she is a boy!”
The end