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Momma's Boy (Part 2)
Continued from part 1 (Click here)
When I woke up I was home. I woke up and felt so good. To be honest, the last thing I remembered was that I had a drink that I did not like. It was at ballet class. How did I get home? I looked at the clock. It was 9:44. I was in a panic. I must have overslept.
I rushed into the kitchen asking my Mum to drive me to school. She started laughing saying that it was weekend. I have been asleep for two days after the party. I just shrugged my shoulder and said sorry to my mother, I don’t remember what I did at the party, but it must have been one huge party. Mum told me that Cody’s mum was in his room as he woke up a bit earlier.
I
said I would brush my teeth and clean myself. Mum said that would be
great.
I
took the toothpaste as I usually do and then thought why did God create
teeth if we had to brush them every day. Then I looked in the mirror and
started brushing my teeth. Then it struck me.
There
was something wrong with me.
My
hair looked a lot longer. Halfway down to my neck. It was also a bit
lighter than my usual dark hair. Sometimes this happened during the
summer. But it was a few months until summer.
Then
I saw it. It was my ears. I had earrings. Not one, but two. I know what
everyone at school said this meant. It is OK for a boy to wear one
earring, but wearing to of them means that you like other boys or you are
a sissy. I looked closer at the earrings that have a small silver flower
that was flat and a gold butterfly on top of it. These was the strangest
earrings I ever seen, but how did they get there?
“
Hi Sonny. I have seen you woke up” Cody said as he barged into the
bathroom, without knocking as he never did, “ Wow, your hair grown as
well.” “ Did you see these earrings we have? Someone pierced our ears,” I shouted struggling to hold back my anger as well as a tear
“
I know. I have the same”
“
In both ears. Only puffs have them in both ears.”
“
I don’t know. They look sorta pretty.”
“
Listen to what your saying. Only girls say they are pretty. These
are for girls. How me any boy that wears earrings in both ears!”
“
Look in the mirror.” He said.
I
rushed down to my mother and showed my earrings and complained for a half
an hour. Mum expected this to happen and said that at the party, I said I
wanted them. I said that I didn’t remember anything, and the drink was
probably whiskey or something that got me drunk. That made Mum mad and
said that she would never give me alcohol and if she ever seen me drink
it, I would be so red in my bum. She said that I said yes and that was it.
She also said that Madame Isabella said not to take the earrings off
otherwise there would be consequences.
I didn’t go out all day. I tried doing other things but all I could feel was my ears. I went into Cody’s room and he wasn’t doing much. I asked him why he just accepted that he had earrings. He explained that he had to wear them because he asked for them. I tried being reasonable with him telling him that he doesn’t remember asking and it was probably some magic drink. Cody just laughed and said there’s no such thing as magic and to stop bothering him.
I
went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I was not going to have
any earrings. I tried to take them off. Just as I did this the face of
Madame Isabella in the mirror. The image of her looked mad as she said,
“There will be consequences”. With that the whole room went white; I
felt myself go dizzy once again and fainted on the floor.
When
I woke up, I noticed that I was in my bed. I looked around. This must have
been a bad dream. I put my hands to my ears and noticed that the earrings
were still there. It was like my heart dropped. It was no bad dream.
Mum
came in and told me that she warned me that I am not to take the earrings
off. I said I tried but it was like I was hit by lightning. I said I
thought I seen Isabella in the mirror. She looked mad. Mum said that
Isabella also said that they couldn’t be removed. I told her that
Isabella must be some sort of witch, I means how is it that I cannot take
earrings out. Everyone should be able to take them out.
Mum
said just forget they were there and to go in and take a nice bath. As I
walked in I already seen Cody there. He had loads of bubbles in the bath
with some Rose petals. I had to look at him twice as he looked like a girl
in the bath.
He
asked me did I want to join him, I said no as politely as I could. Then he
said that he was finished. I reminded him to empty the water, as I
didn’t want to smell like perfume or roses.
I
started taking off my clothes as I usually do. I looked in the mirror and
could see that my hair was now longer than Cody's. It was nearly down to
my shoulder. He noticed me looking at that and said that Isabella said it
would grow to remind me not to take my earrings out. I laughed bravely and
said at least I can cover the earrings with my hair. This made Cody a bit
upset and said why would I ever do that, he thought they were so pretty.
I
did what I thought was best to do. I tried to forget that I even had them.
If anyone would tease me at school, then I would just say that they were
modern now and only geeks and nerds didn’t wear them. I had my plan. I
hoped it worked.
Cody
was now drying himself and nearly all my clothes were off. I could see him
staring at me. I asked him why was he being so weird, then he just pointed
and said look. He was looking at my nipples. I became weak in my legs when
I seen them. They were browner and pointed out. It also looked like my
skin was a bit swollen around them. Then I realized that they looked like
boobs. I started to breath heavy. Then Cody said don’t worry; you could
hardly notice them, except my nipples were a small bit bigger.
I
tried to calm down thinking that I would be wearing something over them.
The last few days have been very weird, and I wondered when would weird
things stop happening to me? Then I saw Cody staring at me again. He was
staring at my thing. He was sure acting gay today. Why was he looking at
that? I looked down and then seen what his lips was saying but without any
words.
My
hair above my thing, it’s gone! I was now hairless just like Cody was.
I
fell to the tub and called for Mum to come. Of course Cody’s Mum came as
well so I had everyone looking at me.
“
Mum look at my nipples and my hair down below is gone”
“
It’s all about growing up”
“
Mum, I’m supposed to grow more hair, not less. And only girls grow
boobs”
“
Well then, do not try to against Isabella. Do what she says, otherwise she
will punish you more and more.”
“
Is this her fault, I told you she is a witch”
“
Or you are disobedient for trying to take your earrings off”
That
night I could not sleep. My nipples were so sensitive and I felt like my
pjs were too heavy. When I took the PJ trousers I thought I was cold. That
night was the longest night in my life. I didn’t sleep for 10 secs.
The
next day was Monday. It was Ballet day. I woke up and told Mum that I
didn’t sleep and told her why. I could see her ring start to glow again.
She advised that I talk to Isabella today. Then she said I could catch up
on my sleep with the kindergarten when they had naps. Before I could
complain, she was already ringing to the kindergarten teacher explaining
that I did not sleep and I would need to have a nap so I can dance after
school.
As
I guessed everyone teased us about the earrings. Cody didn’t really
mind, and no one believed me when I said it was now the fashion in New
York and even Paris. They called us sissies and things like that. I could
fear my eyes become wet. I didn’t understand anything anymore. If they
said this a few weeks ago I would make their nose bleed and visit the
principal. Now I could feel myself nearly cry.
When
it was Lunchtime, I walked slowly to the kindergarten class. It was like a
spy mission. I kept on looking to see if anyone could see me. I sneaked
into the room with a load of small children. The teacher showed me a
mattress where I could lie on. It had a blanket with Winnie the Pool and
the thinnest pillow I ever seen as well. On the pillow there was a pink
pacifier. Maybe she thought that I was much younger than I was. I lied
down on the mattress and closed my eyes.
At
the start, I couldn’t sleep. Then the teacher came and put the pacifier
in my mouth. I spit it out and she just put it in again. Then I drifted
towards sleep. I had a weird dream. I was a girl. I had long hair and had
a dress on in school and all the boys fancied me. When I woke up I was a
bit confused. That was the worse nightmare that I ever had.
The
teacher said goodbye to me and said she was sorry for the pacifier. She
was just used to the younger children. I was polite and said that
it helped.
That
afternoon we had ballet. It went pretty much like the other times. The
other boys also had the same earrings. We tried some dance steps sway from
the bars. I was pleased when Isabella said that I was the best. I knew
that that Cody would be upset over this because he seemed to want to
please Madame Isabella the most.
After
the ballet, Isabella said she would like to speak with me.
“
I hear that you have tried to take off your earrings,” she said
“
Yes, I mean look at them. Only girls wear earrings”
“
You don’t understand sweetie. Boys can wear them too. The flower in the
earring represents the beauty in you, how sweet and kind you are. The
butterfly shows how unique you are. How graceful you are. This is a great
present from me, and yet you tried to take them off”
“
Sorry”
“
What happened when you took them off”?
“
I lost my hair above my… well-“
“
Your privates.”
“
Yea now I look like a little boy. My Nipples are also sensitive and I
can’t sleep”
“
Will you try to take them off again?”
“
No”
“
Well I can’t do anything about the hair. I can do something about the
sleep. I would also like to warn you that if you go against my wishes,
there will be consequences”
“
Are you- are you- are you a witch?”
“
No. What I do is what your mother wants and is for your own best good. Now
open the pack and see now that you will be able to sleep.”
I
opened the pack and it was some nightclothes. I folded it out and once
again I could feel the banking of my heart when I seen a picture of
Tinkerbell. She is the little fairy from Peter Pan. I was about to say
that this was a girl’s nightdress, but I decided not to make Isabella
mad. I mean she might make me bald or something like that.
She
was right. That night Mum helped me put the nightdress on and it felt so
nice. You know like when you wear a superman costume and the feeling when
the cape flows in the air. The Nightdress was the same, as if I could feel
the fresh air going up it and telling me sleeping would be like sleeping
on a pink cloud. I mean cloud. Of course Cody came in and seen it. If he called me a sissy or any other words like that I would pounce on him. The only thing he said was that it was so pretty and he started begging his mother for one. I couldn’t believe my ears. Was he under Isabella’s spell that he was begging for a girl’s nightdress?
Needless
to say, the next night he was wearing a Barbie one. What was the world
coming to? He said to his Mum that he would lie in my bed for a while and
talk before he went to bed
“
Now we both have pretty night dresses” he started
“
I don’t know why you even wanted one. They are for girls and I only wear
one because it helps me with a problem I have.”
“
But it is a gift from Madame Isabella. If she thinks it will make you a
better dancer then it will also make me a better dancer.”
“
Why do you care what she thinks”?
“
I want to be a better ballet dancer!”
“
Why? Ballet is for girls. I agreed to do it for a bit and then I am
stopping”
“
I will never stop.
I
love ballet.
It
is the best time during the week. I always look forward to it and when we
don’t have ballet, I love practicing”
“
You would never have said that a few weeks ago.”
“
I know, but things have changed. I don’t understand why you are being so
stubborn.”
Cody
put his hands around me and started hugging me. I thought he was just
trying to make me feel better. He started caressing my back and this made
me feel a lot better. Nothing was said. It was just one friend trying to
console another friend, or at least I thought it was. That was until I
could see his face come closer to my face, and the next thing I knew was
that he was trying to kiss me. I was in shock. I pushed him off and got
mad at him saying that I was not gay. This made Cody cry. Of course I felt
sad that I pushed him off, but I had to show him that I was not gay. He
could give me a hug, as long as it was not a gay kiss.
The
next day, Cody was hardly speaking with me. I think he was mad at me
because of the night before. But at the end of the day, I decided to walk
into his room. I was surprised that he was so happy. It seemed like he
forgot all about the night before. He asked me what I thought of his new
posters. He explained that Mum has also bought some for my room.
I
looked at the walls. They were pictures of body builders, and boys our age
that was just in speedos. There were also pictures of boys our age wearing
dresses or even diapers. They looked so weird. I mean how many 12 year
olds wear dresses and diapers.
He
asked me what I thought. I just said that I think there should be pictures
of women in bikinis and the room would be much nicer. Again his answer
shocked me. He said it’s much nicer to look at them than some stupid
pictures of women. I think
that he was going cry.
The
next week at ballet was pretty much easy. Isabella was nice to me because
I told her that I was using her nightdress and I was sleeping well.
Otherwise we practiced on the bar and moving around on our feet while
trying to look at graceful as we could.
At
the end Madame Isabella said, “ I hear that 3 of you have decorated your
walls with posters of men. This does not mean that you are gay. It is Ok
to look at other men and think that they are cute. It is even Ok to
masturbate when you look at them. I see nothing wrong with that. I am sure
the boy that has not redecorated his room will do it soon. There is one
thing that I am telling you all. Remember if you do not there will be
consequences. You all notice that your hair is growing and is now own to
your shoulders. You are not allowed to cut your hair. Your parents do not
want it and neither do I? You are allowed to cut your fringes in what they
call a page style”
I
didn’t say anything all the way home in the car. I just thought that now
Isabella has gone to far. I mean now we weren’t allowed to cut our hair.
I could hear the two Mums say that they think it’s a good ideal to let
our hair grow, as we would look cute. I even would look cute with a
ponytail. That was the last drop. Isabella was only supposed to teach us
how to dance. Now she was telling us what to wear on our ears and in bed,
what to put on our walls and now not to cut our hair.
I
wasn’t blind.
She
wanted us to look like girls in some play she wanted. Then everyone would
laugh at us, and after we could be boys again but have no friends. And how
she could brainwash and control our mums and Cody and the other boys
showed also that she was a witch. I could hardly go to the police claiming
she was a witch. They would just laugh at me.
I
decided what I was going to do.
When
I came home, I rushed into the kitchen and took a scissors. I took some
pillows in the bathroom and put them on the floor just incase I was hit by
some lightning or fainted or some other punishment by Isabella.
I
started cutting my hair. It was actually quite cool. Each time I cut a
piece of it off some sparks came from my head.
After I cut it and cut it, I looked in the mirror, and I looked like a
boy.
I
looked in the mirror. No Isabella
I
looked at the floor. I didn’t faint
I
survived Isabella’s latest threat. I smiled looking at the mirror. I
looked nearly like my old self again.
I should not have smiled. A bright light shone under the door. It was a bright light with pink stars. It looked so cool, but the light was so bright, I had to cover my eyes. Then everything started to shake like it was an earthquake. I was being swung from side to side. I thought it was the end of the world. An earthquake! The light coming under the door must have been heaven or something.
After
what it seemed to be like a lifetime, the light vanished and the shaking
stopped. I looked in the mirror.
My
hair was back. It was like I never have cut it. I looked down at my body
at noticed that the sleeves were much longer and the legs in my trousers
were flat on the floor. While I looked as tall as an 11 year old a few
moments before (Eventhough I was 12), I now looked as tall as a 9 year
old.
This
made me so mad. What did Isabella do now? Why does her consequences always
have to be like this. What will everyone say at school when they seen me
this age?
I
walked out of the bathroom and Mum was standing there. I could see that
the ring on her finger was glowing a lot.
“
I see that you tried to cut your hair. When will you ever do as your told?
The only thing that Isabella told you to was not to cut your hair, and as
soon as you got home, you had to cut your hair. You don’t see Cody
coming home and cutting his hair do you. No he does what Isabella said.
Now look at you. You look like a little boy. I suppose this is the best
punishment, as you are just acting like a little boy”
I
knew I dared not say anything to Mum as she dragged me into her room. I
stood in the corner with a tear in my eye. Maybe I looked like a little
boy, but I will be strong enough not to cry. Isabella would never make me
stoop that so low as to cry.
I
was wrong.
Mum
went back and forth saying that she hoped it would never come to this, and
Cody was standing at the door with tears flowing down his cheeks. Boy, he
looked so tall! But why was he crying? I wasn’t about to be executed.
Then
Mum came towards the bed. She emptied some baby powder on the bed and
threw a disposable diaper on the bed. As soon as I seen this I ran towards
the door. But she caught me by my arm. One problem that I shrunk was that
I was no longer as strong as I was. I was a little weakling. She threw me
on the bed where she tried taking my clothes off. I screamed for the
police and social services and anyone that would help me. I started crying
and begging my Mum to please let me alone and I will do whatever she said.
It
was to no avail, she just held my kicking legs down until I had no energy
to fight anymore. The pampers or whatever they were plastic and thick I
thought. They had some girlish cartoon in the front and some red hearts at
the elastics at the top and around my legs. At least they could have used
boy diapers instead of these stupid pink ones. I was too tired of fighting
and my head was beginning to hurt after all the crying.
The
diaper was on and Cody was going on about how nice it looked with all the
pretty cartoons and colours. I didn’t even have the fighting in me to
stick my middle finger up at him. Something that I was smaller and now had
a nightdress and diaper on me made me feels smaller. I was no longer the
wild 12-year-old boy; I was the 9-year-old boy with a diaper on.
Then
Mum lifted me into my room, which was no longer even looked like my room.
It looked like a babies room. It had a crib and a blanket in the middle of
the floor with loads of toys. Not my play station but baby toys. Mum
lowered me in the crib and gave me a bottle saying that I must be thirsty.
My
brain was so empty that I just put the bottle in my mouth and started
sucking. The warm milk was quite nice and I just stared at the ceiling. I
was looking at the sign in the crib. It was a metal sign who made it.
There was the name of the company and the Roman Numbers when it was made.
Time
passed as drank from the bottle and listened to some Hannah Montana Music.
I used to hate her, as she is only for little girls that like dancing
before a mirror.
As
more time passed, I looked back at the sign in the crib. What did the
letters at the end mean? Oh yes, they were Roman numbers. But why can’t
I remember what the number was? I used to know what they were
Or
did I?
The
next morning I woke up. Mum lifted me out of the crib and took my diaper
off. I thought that she would put some boxers on me now. But instead she
started putting a diaper on me. I started kicking and everything, as I did
not want to wear a diaper to school.
Mum
said, “Listen darling. There are a few things we have to talk about.
Remember that there are consequences to the fact that you tried to cut
your hair. You know now that you are the size of a nine year old. You will
also find out that you have forgotten many of the things that you used to
know. So now, you will have to be in the same class as the 9 year olds.”
“
Mum, they will laugh at me”
“
No, they will just think that you always went into that class”
“
How is that?”
“
Isabella can do things that we never can imagine. You will have new
friends and the old ones will think you are one of the younger ones”
“
Can’t you see that she is a witch?”
“
No, and besides that your room has been changed to a nursery until you can
learn to do what adults say.”
“
I noticed that but I don’t want to wear a diaper to school”
“
That was not Isabella’s punishment. That was mine. If you can’t act
your age then you can be a baby and wear a diaper to school.”
“
I don’t want to”
“
Let me think. OK. If you agree to take naps every day at the Kindergarten
then I will let you wear briefs.”
I
thought about it and agreed to the nap. I hoped Mum would forget about it
after a few days.
I
went to school. Cody did not sit with me. He knew that I was really 12 and
not 9, but he did not want to sit with me, because now he was convinced I
was a small kid. This made me
mad. Maybe I was smaller, but I was a better dancer and I did not have
posters up of half naked men.
Otherwise
the day went quite well. I suddenly had new friends that didn’t use all
their time to talk about girls. The teacher was nice, but it was a bit
hard what she taught us. How much did I forget?
At
Lunch, I tried to sneak past the kindergarten and play football with the
others. The Kindergarten teacher caught me by my shoulder and asked did I
forget that I needed a nap. She also said I was to pretty of a boy to be
playing football.
The
nap was like the last time. I slept in a little mattress and the pacifier
helped me to sleep. Which was no problem. Usually I could stay up all day,
but I was so tired.
Of
course the others in my class teased that needed a nap, but I didn’t hit
them. I would probably have teased if I were them too. I just said that I
could dream about playing football on the moon
When
I came home, Mum asked was I wet. I said no. Then she put me on the bed
and put a diaper on me. I didn’t complain, as long as I didn’t have to
wait until school.
Cody
was totally different now that I was a 9 year old. OK, I know should be
12, but I looked and lived like a 9 year old, so I was starting to
consider myself as a 9 year old. Of course I was a 9 year old with diapers
and a crib, but others didn’t know that.
Cody
was meaner. The frustration that he had since he found Isabella thought I
was a better dancer than he was. Now he was teasing me that I was a baby,
and always asked me if I was wet. Usually I would have jumped on him, but
something stopped me. I didn’t want to really fight him. I just ran to a
corner and hid.
Later
that night, I was lying on my stomach on the floor watching some cartoon
that Mum put on. A few weeks ago. I would have been boring. But now I was
deeply interested in the cartoon. It was about a girl that lived on a
farm, and her father had no money. Now the father wanted to sell the horse
and the girl did all she could to keep the horse. My eyes were a bit
watery, because the story was so sad.
Just
as it came to the most important part, Cody said that he could see my
diaper. I looked back and could see that my nightdress was a bit too high
and that the diaper can be seen. I opened my mouth, as I was about to give
him what was on my mind, but as soon as I opened my mouth, tears came out.
I don’t believe it, I was crying like a little girl. Cody tried saying
he was sorry, but it was too late. All evening, he was teasing me about
diapers and the way he ignored me at school. The tears started flowing
through my eyes and Mum came and put a pacifier in my mouth and said that
its time that relax in my bed. Or she could have said crib.
I
was taken to my refurnished room and mum helped me in the crib. She hung a
new thing from the ceiling. It was some lights and when she turned a
button they turned around. You could see a trail of stars follow them as
they turned around. Then she turned on some Hannah Montana Music and then
made sure the pacifier in my mouth. I was just staring at the lights
turning around and listening to the music. I couldn’t take my eyes off
of it. Even when my eyes were becoming heavy, I just had to say.
I
hardly heard my Mum go while she said good night princess. Princess?
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