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Momma's Boy (Part 4)
Continued from part 3 (Click here)
“
Your daughter should be awake soon. We are not sure what happened to
her. Maybe she has eaten something wrong. We have been observing her.
The only thing we can see is that she has a very weak bladder and this
means she has to wear diapers. She also has bad finger coordination, so
she might have problems holding a glass or cup or spoons and forks. Her
stomach is also very sensible, so we have been given her baby food.”
I
opened my eyes. I was hearing the doctor speak while I was opening my
eyes. He was still speaking. The poor girl I thought. Imagine she had to
eat baby food. I didn’t understand why he was talking to Mum. What did
she care if a girl was sick, he should be telling her about me!
Mum
noticed that I was awake and she immediately sat down by my side. For
some reason she looked very taller. I tried to speak, but I couldn’t
say anything. Mum was crying and saying that I really scared her and
that she loved me so much. This made me cry, as I didn’t hear Mum say
that for years. A few minutes ago, I was ready to die because I thought
she hated me. But now she loved me.
After
some time, the doctor asked Mum to come again, as I could go home today
so she can do the paper work. I was a bit confused when she said
“goodbye my little princess.” I know she called me this before, but
why say it just after she said how much she loved me.
My smile disappeared when I seen Isabella come in. She wanted to
kill me but I survived. I beat the witch. Let her come and see that she
didn’t succeed.
Suddenly
I got an itch below my diaper. I put my hand in it and itched my private
part. As I took my hand out, I thought something was wrong. I put my
hand in it once again, and noticed that I did not have a boy’s thing.
The more I felt around, the more I couldn’t find it. I could only feel
a girl’s hole. I no the dirty word for it, but I won’t say it here.
I was strange, a few months before; I would have laughed at the dirty
word but not now. It was rude. Then I thought to what I felt. I did not have a penis! I had
a vagina!
“
You know, you shouldn’t be feeling yourself,” Isabella said.
“
My thing is gone”
“
I know. You are now a girl”
“
What do you mean I am a girl? I am a boy”
“
Well you look like a girl.”
“
This cant be true. Mum knows I am a boy”
“
No. You see when you were a bad boy and started at ballet, your mum
wished that you were a girl. Still when I gave you chance and chance,
you disobeyed me. I have given you many warnings and you still disobeyed
me. So now you are a girl. Your Mum does not remember the old you. No
one remembers that you were a boy. They all just think that are a sweet
6 year old girl, and always have been a girl.”
“
Did you say 6?”
“
Yes, but don’t worry. Your brain is changing to a 6 year olds brain.
In a few weeks you will have forgotten everything you knew as 9 year
old. In fact you will slightly remember being a boy, but you will think
it’s a bad dream”
“
Why are you so mean?”
“
I am not mean. Let me tell you something. If you continued the way you
did, you would have ended up robbing banks or something like that. You
would have been beating women and using them. Now you have a chance to
be someone and do something good for society.”
Before
I could say anything, Isabella went.
Mum
came back to the room and said it was time. I sat up on the edge of the
bed and was surprised that my feet didn’t touch the floor. She took my
nightdress off and started putting some tights and a dress on me. While
she was doing this, I was trying to convince her that I was a boy. Mum
was just smiling saying that I am her girl, and I always will be. I
could not convince her. Then I thought it’s hard to convince her when
I am as tall as a 6 year old and I didn’t have the vital parts that a
boy has.
I
was now a 6-year-old girl.
Over
the next few weeks, Isabella was right. I now knew as much as a 6 year
old and nothing more. I forgot that I was once a boy. Sometimes I dreamt
about it, but I thought it was just a dream
I
had lots of beautiful clothes. I preferred to wear jeans and a t-shirt,
but Mum loved to have me in pretty dresses. So did Cody that was now
like a big brother. In fact I think he was jealous of them and wanted to
try them on himself.
Each
day Mum would come and take me out of the crib. Then she would put a new
diaper on me. Most likely we would fight about what clothes I would
wear. She didn’t want me to look like a tomboy. Then she would do my
hair in a ponytail or some other style. I loved when she brushed my
hair. When she was doing this, I would be sucking in my pacifier. This
would be our next fight, as she would say I am too old to have a
pacifier. I would clench it in my mouth with my teeth. Who cares? I like
it
Then
we would have breakfast, which was baby food. This made Cody laugh a bit
as he thought I was too old for baby food. I just pretended that it
tasted so good so it would make him feel jealous. After that I would sit
on a chair waiting for Cody to get ready for school.
Cody
didn’t look like the other boys. He looked nearly like a girl. I never
teased him about this, unless he got me very mad. I didn’t know why he
was so interested in my clothes. Deep down I wished I were born as a
boy. I also knew that he wore panties and tights. This was a shame as he
was teased because of it.
I
had many friends at school. They all thought I was pretty and cute and
nice. I tried my best to be nice, as its not nice being mean is it? I
was not teased because I had to wear diapers as the teacher explained
that it was a medical problem and could happen to anyone. All the others
were happy that it was me and not them. Sometimes when I went in
trousers, the top of the diaper could be seen if I didn’t pull my
trousers up a bit.
I
still took naps at school. I was used to them now. I liked them, as it
was a chance to use my pacifier to help me to sleep.
Ballet
was my favourite time of the week. It was only me and Cody and two other
boys. I was the best dancer, but maybe this was because I was a girl.
The
boys also looked funny, because they were now wearing leotards and
tights. They looked like girls with them on, especially because they
didn’t cut their hair so short.
Cody
loved wearing Leotards and tights and often wore them home. He explained
that it was because he was a sissy. He wanted to be a girl, but he was a
boy. I thought this was strange. Why would any boy want to be a girl?
One
day, Isabella suggested that the boys wear girl dresses at home. This
made Cody so happy. His Mum didn’t mind because she bought him all
girls’ clothes. This meant that Peter rushed home from school and
changed from his boy’s clothes to his girl clothes. He would also try
some make up on. This made me sad, as he was a boy and he could wear
make up and I was not allowed. He also had a boyfriend. At first I
thought this was gross, but now I think that it is cute.
I
have written this story after getting an envelope in the mail. It was
Isabella’s old notes. It had pictures of me as a boy and then notes on
what she did. At first I did not believe it, but the more and more I
read it, the more I started to remember. I am not sure if this envelope
is a hoax and if someone made me look like a boy by using photo shop or
something. It’s all hard to believe. Let me read you the last part of
the file where Isabella writes her conclusion:
I
am Madame Isabella, a Gypsy ballet instructor from Romania. I know a
great deal of magic, and have practiced it a lot. No one will know about
my power, therefore I would like to write of one town where I lived
I
was in the town for two days, and immediately I found two mothers that
were distressed that their sons were always in trouble. I wasted no time
in giving them a ring.
The
ring is a special magical ring, which subdues parents into believing
everything that I say is right. The problem with this is that the ring
could cause some parents to loose their sense of reality and accepts my
reality as the only answer, which many would consider abuse. I do not. I
consider it saving lives.
Sonny
and Cody had to be saved. To do this it will be easier if they lived in
the same house.
The
idea of moving together was discussed by the parents a few weeks
earlier. However the power of the ring means that the two mothers loose
all sense of time and practical planning. It was my plan that the two
boys could support each other.
Again,
this is a subliminal message from the ring. While many mothers would
think this and then just laugh, the ring makes this joke to something
that the mothers really want,
The
boys got earrings. The earrings were from me. They were just like the
rings the mothers had. The rings sent subliminal messages in the boy’s
head to help them accept their fate. However, they didn’t have such a
big effect on Sonny.
You
the subliminal messages through the earrings worked on Cody. He accepted
everything and within no time became a sissy.
Sony
tried to take his earrings off. The light and ”earthquake” was the
sudden change to his room and of course the mothers ring was working
overtime at this stage.
At
the end Sonny was changed to a six-year-old girl. He was treated like a
baby for several years. Then she started to develop as a normal girl and
teen. She became an on line advisor to parents and is now blessed with
two healthy boys.
As
for Cody, he ended up becoming a full sissy, He was moved to a school
where transgender children are respected and allowed. He is now a full
time woman in a mans body. He is accepted for who he is.
I
consider my experience in this town a success. Now its time to go to the
next town.
When
I read this I had flashbacks. She thinks she did us a favour, but no one
ever asked me what I wanted. I will always hate Isabella and love her. I
will hate her because she stole my identity without asking me and I will
love her for giving me the life I had.
This
being said, Did Isabella exist? Is this letter a hoax? Is it someone
fooling with my mind? Whatever the case, I have lived a great life with
a mum that loves me and now a husband and children that loves me.
Did she come to your town?
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