Supernanny
Hello everyone. I am Nanny Philips. I have been trained at the best British nanny institute and now I am a TV Nanny. This means that I visit homes with children that have gone out of control and fix the situation. I love being on TV, as it spreads my view of children and how they should be raised. The most famous case I had was with the 11-year-old Johan. People called me everything from a witch to being evil and said I ruined a family. Many said that I should have lost my degree and TV show. I suppose it’s time to tell the story from my side.
The first time I saw Johan was in a film. It showed him
arguing with his mum. She needed help to clean the table
and do the dishes. Mum had told Johan that it was his
chore. It seems like he had no time to listen to her. He
wanted to go out with his friends and play football. I
must admit, that I was shocked at the disrespect that he
showed his mother. The film changed and showed Johan go
towards his 9-year sister. He started teasing her straight
away. He was teasing that she was a girl, and the only
thing that girls could do was play with dolls. The next
thing that he did was take one of her dolls and pull the
head off the doll. His sister started crying, but Johan
had a big smile on his face. The following scenes showed
the same. Johan was a menace with his sister and a
disrespectful son with his mother. I had a job to do here
and that was for sure.
A thought went through my head. Was Johan happy? I mean
could his constant torture and disobedience be because he
was happy? I never judge unruly children. They can be
disobedient, screaming, and disrespectful and you name it.
But it is often the parents that are the blame. Insecure
amateur parents that are too afraid to take the bull by
the horn, and give their children what they need, a
structured day with rights as well as duties. Johan needed
more than traditional methods. I thought his problem was
that he was a man chauvinist that hated women. I knew what
had to be done.
When I entered the home, his mother and sister greeted me.
They were very happy that I was there. Johan just said
that he was going out to play. He was obviously not
interested that a nanny had entered his house. I called
him back and said that there are some things that we have
to discuss.
I explained that I saw them on a film and even showed the
film to Johan and his family.
“Johan, why did you take the head off the doll?”
“I don’t know. I thought it was just a stupid doll”
“Maybe you felt left out and wanted to play with the
dolls.”
“No way. I am a boy, and boys do not play with sissy
dolls”
“Boys do not take the heads off dolls either.”
I then took out a big bag that I had. I started taking
petticoat dresses out as well as summer dresses. I also
had tights as well as panties. Johan looked at them,
thinking it was unfair that his sister was getting a new
wardrobe. However, I told him to take these clothes up to
his room, and hang the dresses nicely in his wardrobe and
put the panties nicely in his drawers. Johan was a bit
surprised that it was in his room, but for the first time,
maybe in his life, he did not complain. I told them that
we would need these dresses and clothes later.
When Johan was finished, he came down and sat on the
chair. It appeared as if he was lost in his own thoughts.
It was like he wanted to share his thoughts, but was
embarrassed. I knew what he was thinking. After putting
the new girl clothes in his wardrobe, he thought that they
were very beautiful. I could understand that he dared not
share his inner thoughts. We teach boys to think macho,
and he would never dare share his thoughts because he was
afraid that he would be teased.
It didn’t take him long to find out how to express
himself. He jumped on his little sister and twisted her
arm. His mother tried to make him stop, but Johan just
continued in inflicting pain on his younger sister. At
last, I broke the fight and say that the punishment would
be that Johan had to go to his room, and put on the night
clothes that I put at the end of the bed. I warned him
that I didn’t want any complaints, or I didn’t want any
questions. Now was his turn to do as he was told.
This was the defining moment. We would find out if Johan
accepted petticoat punishment. In other words where boys
are treated like little girls. The approach was simple.
Let a boy wear girl clothes and then watch the boy come in
contact with his compassionate, behaved, and cheerful
feminine side. I warned his parents and his sister not to
tease or laugh when he came down the stairs. What he
needed now was love.
Johan came down the stairs dressed in a nightgown. It had
flowers and butterflies on it. It went to his knees and
had lace. He walked slowly down and looked downwards. He
didn’t say a word as his family was trying their best not
to laugh. That didn’t last long. They all started to
laugh. Johan didn’t say or mutter a thing. Of course, he
knew that he looked like a girl, and he knew why his
family was laughing. He even understood why this was a
punishment. Yet there was something that bothered him
worse. Why did he not cause a tantrum over this
punishment? Why did he just accept it? I think I
knew why. He thought the nightgown was pretty, and he was
going to play martyr in order that he could wear it. I
suddenly thought that the problem with him could have been
that he was a transgender child. It would explain much of
the jealousy of his sister. I could see that he was
kicking his legs in the air as he watched TV on the floor.
I could see that he was wearing panties under his
nightdress. I tried not looking surprised but wondered why
he would put on girl panties that were in his drawer. They
were not in the pile of clothes that he had to put on. A
light bulb went off in my head. Could this be the reason
that he tortured and teased his sister so much? Johan saw
me look at him, and quickly lowered his head. I quickly
smiled hoping that he will relax and feel comfortable
taking a chance wearing girl panties and of course the
nightdress.
The next morning, I walked into Johan’s room to see what
he was doing. He was already up, which is quite unusual,
as it was a Saturday. I could see that he was taking the
bedclothes off his bed. They were wet.
“Did you wet the bed?” I asked
“Maybe”
“It will be best if we tell each other the truth”
“Yes.”
“Do you wet the bed every night?”
“Yes”
“Do you sometimes wet during the day?”
“Yes”
“That must be why you were wearing panties yesterday”
“They were… they… they were pretty and I had no briefs
left”
“OK. It must have been hard for you hiding your wetting
from your mother and father. You must really feel strange.
I can assure you that you have been a courageous boy. How
did you feel with the nightdress and panties on you?”
“I- I felt like a girl. I felt pretty. I know I am a freak
because I like wearing girl clothes. I am just a sissy”
“First Johan let me assure you that many children wet
themselves. Their bladder doesn’t grow fast enough. Don’t
worry, you will get over it. As for being a sissy, don’t
let that get you down. I am here to help. I will help you
find your true self. You can be a sissy, and there is
nothing wrong with thinking you are a girl. The main thing
is that you are happy”
“Please don’t tell Mum that I am a bed wetter and I
thought I looked pretty last night”
“At some stage, we are going to have to tell her, but not
now. Now, you and I are going out shopping. We are going
to buy you diapers, so you don’t wet your clothes and bed
anymore.”
“No way am I going to wear diapers!”
“It’s me that decides while I am here. Come on, let’s go
shopping. In the meantime, you can wear panties and some
tights I bought. No one will know that you have them on.”
We visited the local supermarket. I could see that Johan
was trying to lift his trousers as far as possible. He did
not want anyone to see his panties and tights. He also put
his hood on. He didn’t want anyone to know it was him. I
laughed at him, thinking he was being so sweet, but we
were only buying diapers. He put some boy pampers that fit
him in the basket. I put them back getting him the same
type of GIRL diapers. He looked confused at me, and I
whispered that I thought he might have preferred them, as
they were pretty. I gave him the money for the diapers and
threw a bottle and pacifiers in the basket. He looked at
me again. I said I would probably need these.
The cashier took the diapers and coded them in. Johan
looked down as she looked up at him. Then she did the
bottle and pacifier. Poor Johan, he was as red as a
cherry. This was a good experience for him. He has a
problem that has an embarrassing solution. He takes the
bull by the horn and does something about it.
When we got home, I helped Johan put a diaper on. He was
quite surprised by the fit and told me that it looked
pretty and felt so comfortable. I told him he can wear
tights, and he smiled as he put them on again. I told him
that it was the time that his Mum and dad knew about this.
Johan started to cry, but I calmed him down and said that
I would speak to them, and I am sure that his parents love
him enough and would help him.
It is never easy telling parents that their son has a
problem. I decided to tell them the truth as short as I
could and tell them it’s really not a problem. Of course,
the parents were not alone in this. They knew that
millions of viewers would now be watching as I told them
that their son was a bed wetter. His mum knew this and the
fact that he hid his clothes and bed sheets. Like many
parents, she thought that it was just a phase, and would
go away. I mentioned that he now wears diapers until he
gets better, and he has slowly come to accept this. His
dad was not that happy about this. Try telling a proud dad
that it is no shame to require help as in diapers, to save
the embarrassment and shame of wet clothes.
I also told them that the punishment he was getting was
called petticoat punishment. This simply means wearing
dresses and other girl clothing if he misbehaves. Both
parents found this to be a strange form of punishment.
However, they were shocked when I told them that Johan did
not consider it as a punishment. I asked them what did
they not notice when he got the nightdress on, that he did
not tease his sister. His feminine side was showing. Then
I told the parents that he enjoyed wearing girl clothes
and I considered him transgender. His father got very mad
and said that it was my job as a nanny to help him be a
boy. He should learn how to play sports. He should learn
about cars and hunting. I told the father that research
has shown that we should respect what is going on in his
head and support him. The father just got mad and said
that this was the modern politically right attitude that
has the country in a mess that it was now.
Hi, mother was more understanding and asked does this mean
she has two daughters. I said give it time and let Johan
decide. I said the main thing was not to look at him as a
freak if he wore girl clothes or liked traditional girl
activities. His mother could accept this and promised that
she will get all the psychologists and help that she
could. This was too much for the father. All of you know
that seen this episode knows that he packed his bags and
left. Funny enough, the mother never shed a tear
that her husband was leaving. She explained that the
children come first.
Johan noticed. He thought it was his fault that his father
left. I told him that his father was in turmoil against a
son that he has and the son that he wanted. It was a big
shock to his father, and it was something his father had
to deal with. By no means was it Johan’s fault.
The next day was Sunday. This was supposed to be my last
day here. It was an ordinary day. Johan came down
after sleeping late. He told me it was nice sleeping in a
diaper, as it did not make his bed sheets were wet. He
could not remember a time when he slept so well. He joked
and said that he slept like a baby.
Peace didn’t last. Johan started fighting his sister. When
I came in the room, they were pulling each other’s hair.
They had both long hairs, so it must have hurt. I shouted
at the top of my voice. Once again, I told Johan to go to
his room and put the clothes that were on the bed. He
didn’t argue against what I was saying. He just went to
his room
When he came down, he was dressed in an old petticoat. It
was red and white, with lots of lace around the sleeves
and neck. I think his family and I were in shock. Johan
looked like a girl. He sat on the chair and said and
didn’t say much. He kept looking at his mother, which just
smiled assuring him. Of course, he knew that his father
was gone. Deep down I know that he thought it was still
his fault. That’s the problem with parents leaving each
other. It leaves children thinking that it was their
fault. I broke the silence and said that his father might
come back when he accepts Johan the way he is, but no
matter what, it was not his fault.
The afternoon was quiet. We were sitting down watching TV.
At one stage Johan rose and went over to his sister. He
apologized and gave her a hug. I knew that by now, my job
was over. Johan could wear dresses at home, and be happy
with the inner girl, that was a part of him. He no longer
fought with his sister or argued with his mother. Johan
was finding his dominant feminine side, and his mother
would allow him to be a girl at home. He even played with
his sister later that afternoon. There were tears when I
was going. Hugs and kisses. I hated leaving families, but
I knew that someone else needed me. I would always
remember Johan and his family. Maybe it’s because he was
transgender, and I bought this side of him forth.
A few days later, the phone at my office rang. I thought
it was from the show’s producers. They did not like the
last show as they thought it was unethical to show the
whole world a boy that could be transgender. I did not
think this. I thought it would be an inspiration to the
whole world. It was Johan’s mother on the phone. She
begged me to come back as there were big problems with
Johan.
I rushed to the house and found Johan sitting on the sofa
just in a pair of tights and his diaper. I asked him what
the problem is. He just said that he was teased at school
the last few days. They found out that he wore diapers and
tights to school. Everyone was calling him a sissy and
“pisspants”. People could be so cruel! I asked him did he
want to stop wearing those. It was obvious that he thought
about this, as the answer was reflective. He said the
damage was done, People knew and everyone would know about
the dresses when the show was aired. I asked him did he
not want the show on the air. He looked at me and said he
didn’t know. In a way, he wanted everyone to know. He
didn’t want this to be kept a secret. He liked wearing
girl clothes. He liked girl activities. He liked when his
sister did his hair, so it looked even more girlish. He
even admitted that he liked when his sister called his
sister. I promised Johan that I would help him.
I called his mother in. I said that Johan was going
through rough times. Not only he was finding out who he
was, but also now the whole school was teasing him about
it. I told them about a private school that transgender
children went to. It helped them be girls all the time.
The clothes were in fact very pretty. Johan would be very
happy in this school. He would be together with boys that
were like him. He could really find out who he was. This
would mean that he would not be tormented and teased. His
mother looked worried. She admitted that this would mean a
divorce. She loved Johan and could see by the smile on his
face that this was something that he wanted. This was
something that he needed.
A month later, I visited Johan at the school. He greeted
me in the school uniform which was a blouse and navy
skirt. He had white tights and his hair was put in a
ponytail. He looked so cute. Or should I say, she looked
so cute?
“So how is school?” I asked
“This is much better than the old school. We do so much
here.”
“Like what?”
“We learn gymnastics, sewing, how to make clothes,
cooking. It is so fun here.”
“Has anyone teased you?”
“No. Well sometimes someone teases about the diapers, but
it’s not mean.”
So there you have it. This was the most controversial show
on SUPERNANNY about a boy that wished to be a girl. Many
thought that I brainwashed him. But I would have to be a
great brainwasher to do that. This was a boy that was lost
in our world. He needed to find his place in the world.
Who knows if he is a girl trapped in a boy’s body? At
least he is finding out.