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=0D
"I Made my Son a Girl"=0D =
by Judigirl 9
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Chapter 1
I could scarcely believe my eyes as I read the words, "Most of the boys =
who
were born in the United States in the final years of the nineteenth =
century
and the first years of the twentieth wore dresses until they were old =
enough
to walk. Only from that point onward did a clear majority wear clothes
specially designed for boys!" My heart leapt within me as I read =
Kenneth S.
Lynn's biography of Ernest Hemingway which my sister had purchased to =
consol
me after the recent birth of my son. I know that some people will think =
that
I'm terrible for simply not being happy with a beautiful baby boy, but =
you
see I am not able to have any more children and I desperately wanted a
little girl.
Permit me to tell you my story and I do hope you will understand. My =
name
is Susan. I am twenty three, and my twin sister Debbie and I have always =
been
very close. We are identical twins and we did everything together. =
Mother
dressed us alike as children and she and dad were really the only ones =
that
could tell us apart. In high school, we were the stars of the =
volleyball
team, princesses at the Senior Prom (I was told another girl actually =
became
the prom queen because they did not want to give the title to one of us =
and
not the other), and we decided to go to the same midwestern college. We =
were
so incredibly happy and our lives were remarkably intertwined.=20
But then something happened in our senior year, something quite natural, =
but
nevertheless devastating to me. My sister fell in love, became =
pregnant, and
was married within six months. I couldn't believe it. I was losing my =
dear
sister, best friend, and almost constant companion, to a man. Maybe I =
would
have eventually gotten used to the fact that sisters do grow up and get
married except for the fact that Scott started to drink heavily and =
began to
mistreat her. As the day of her baby's birth approached, he became even =
more
abusive, and the day after she had a beautiful baby girl, he walked out =
on
her for good.
Although I was still in school Debbie asked me to move in with her to =
help
with baby Stephanie. I saw this as a chance to get my sister back again =
and
I gladly accepted her offer. I finished school, graduating with a =
business
degree and continued to live with Debbie and my little niece. But the
routine of school, work, and helping Debbie became overwhelming at times =
and
I started to go out quite a bit myself. I met John at a business =
conference
that I attended in conjunction with my work and we fell in love. John =
was
extraordinarily handsome it wasn't long before I found out that I was
pregnant. But Debbie saw the warning signs with John from the very =
beginning
and told me, "Sis, this is history repeating itself. He is just like =
Scott,
drinking too much and he isn't ready to settle down". I didn't want to
believe her but Sis was right and he broke off our relationship when I =
was
seven months pregnant.
Debbie and I hugged one another, cried on each other's shoulder and
considered the life we would have as two young single women trying to =
raise
children on our own. Fortunately an inheritance from our deceased dad =
who
became wealthy in the textiles business allowed us to be free of the
financial burdens that young women in our position would otherwise =
encounter.
But now the men were gone and we started to plan our course of action.
Stephanie was almost two now and my child's projected birth date would
coincidently fall on her birthday. Debbie was as excited as I was and =
we
looked forward to having a playmate for Stephanie. But then the thought
occurred to both of us. What if my baby turned out to be a boy! I told
Debbie, "That just can't happen. I know nothing about boys and besides
Stephanie needs a little sister to play with". We agreed that the child =
had
to be a girl and almost unrealistically planned accordingly.
With one month to go, we had decorated the new baby's room in lovely =
shades
of pink and white. Going shopping with Debbie and Stephanie gave us =
ample
opportunity to buy little dresses, slips, sweaters, booties and
blankets in pretty pastel colors. We could hardly wait for the birth =
our our
new princess, and little Stephie kept asking us, "When is my new cousin
coming"? Stephie would come over and put her ear on my stomach and say
cheerfully, "Oh, I hear her inside, Aunt Susan", and we would both =
laugh.
The last month of my pregnancy went quickly and when the labor pains =
began,
mom who had been helpful behind the scenes for the whole time drove me =
to the
hospital. And at 12:05 A.M. on April 24, Stephanie's birthday, I gave =
birth
to a six pound five ounce baby BOY!!!! I took drama courses in both =
high
school and college and I think it was only my acting ability that kept =
me
from bursting into tears when my doctor told me that I had a new son. =
Oh,
it's not that I wasn't thrilled with having a child. I was! But he =
should
have been a girl.
That's all. I wanted a girl, Debbie and Stephanie wanted a girl, and =
none of
us were prepared for having a male become part of our household.
So three weeks later while Jamie was sleeping, I was reading the =
Hemingway
book. Debbie was an English literature major and had read Hemingway's, =
"For
Whom the Bells Toll", A Farewell to Arms", "The Old Man and the Sea" and =
a
couple of his biographies. Apparently she recalled the biographical =
sections
that talked about his mother Grace, a very strong willed woman, dressing
little Ernest in dresses like his sister Marcelline and taking him out =
in
public. Debbie of course didn't suggest that I do this to Jamie. She =
just
gave me the book and I continued reading,
"In the early weeks of his life, Ernest's principle costume was a =
baby
dress that had been "His mama"s. At five months, he was often seen in a =
white
lacey dress with pink bows and light blue shoes that Marcelline wore in =
her
year old photograph".
I continued to read how Grace put Ernest and Marcelline in look-alike =
outfits
consisting of bonnets, ruffled skirts, pink gingham gowns, fluffy lace-
tucked dresses, black patent-leather Mary Janes, high stockings, and =
picture
hats with flowers on them. In an early picture of Ernest, Grace wrote =
at the
bottom, "Summer Girl" and it seemed that when Ernest was three and one =
half
and Marcelline was four and three quarters, they were always dressed =
alike,
like two little girls. Now I don't know exactly what was happening to =
me as
I read these things but I do know that my mind was racing a mile a =
minute.
Would it be possible that I could fulfill my dreams of having a daughter
afterall? I called my sister and said, "Deb, do you know what Ernest
Hemingway's mother did to him? Debbie simply smiled at me and said, =
"Yes,
hon, that's why I got you the book". I was flabbergasted. I said, But,
Debbie, she made her son into a little girl!" Debbie replied, "Well, =
isn't
that what you would really like to do to Jamie?", and she left the room
leaving me to my own thoughts.
That night at supper, Debbie and I had a serious "sister to sister"
conversation. I said, "But if I do this, what will everyone say"? =
Debbie
was calm and very straight forward about it and said, "Why should you =
care
about what other's say? He is your child. The important thing is that =
you
love him and show him the affection that too many children simply aren't
getting in this world today. And if you feel that you will be able to =
love
him more as a little girl, I am totally behind you Sis." We hugged one
another as we both knew that that was exactly what I wanted to do and =
from
that moment on Jamie's destiny took a radical turn, from one that would =
be
filled with toy soldiers, baseball gloves, and fishing poles to the =
softer,
more gentle world that was to be his, a world of ruffles and lace, dolls =
and
dresses, in short, the sweeter world of women and girls that Debbie and =
I
have so enjoyed, and now desired for our children.
End of Chapter 1 =20
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"I Made my Son a Girl"!=0D =
by Judigirl 9=0D=0D =
Chapter 2When Jamie woke up from his =
nap, it was almost as if I was holding a new
child in my arms. I had settled in my mind that if Grace Hemingway =
could
change Ernest into a girl, I could give my child the same opportunity to =
grow
up in a more gentle setting. I slowly rocked him in my arms whispering =
to
him, "Oh darling, you are so fortunate. You are going to be mommy's =
little girl
now and we are going to have such fun as mother and daughter". I saw his
little face break out in a big smile almost as if he knew that he was =
going
to be spared the rough and tumble world of little boys and instead be =
dressed
prettily and be mommy's little helper around the house. I know that I =
was
probably imagining it but I could almost sense a peace come over him as =
I
whispered to him about how I couldn't wait until he grows up to put him =
in
frilly dresses and tie pretty ribbons in his hair.
Well, Jamie was a very healthy baby and did grow very quickly. Before =
we
knew it, we were celebrating Stephanie's and Jamie's birthday. Stephie =
was
three and Jamie one, and we invited several of our female friends and =
their
daughters to the party.
Debbie and I dressed Stephie and Jamie in identical pink party dresses =
with
the most darling petticoats that made their little skirts flair out from
their bodies. Stephanie was such a big sister to Jamie and was very
protective of him. She fussed over him, shared her dolls with him and =
the
two got along so very well. Some of our closer friends knew that Jamie =
was a
boy and far from being critical, complimented us on our successful
feminization project. One mom whose four year old son was the only boy =
at
the party besides Jamie, confided in us that as soon as her divorce =
became final, her child
would no longer be seen in pants. Melissa brushed back the bangs on
her sons's hair and Deb and I smiled as we knew that little Harold was =
going
to become Mary within six months. Melissa thanked us for giving her the
inspiration to make Harold the child she always wanted him to be.
Deb, who always had a mischievous spirit said, "Melissa, if Harold is =
going
to eventually be Mary, why not give the rest of us a chance to see what =
he
will look like when the change takes place"? The room suddenly became =
silent,
and all eyes turned to little Harold, who was unaware of his mother's =
plans
to change his gender within the year. Mary Ann, a close friend of =
Melissa's
said, "Great idea, Deb! Melissa, let's dress Harold up so he doesn't =
feel
out of place being the only boy here!" Harold, already uncomfortable at
seeing no other boys at the party, began to back up and clutched the =
little
racing car that he held in his hand very tightly. But alas, there was =
no
place to run. He was surrounded by women and girls and sensing what was
going to take place, he began to cry.
But Mary Ann swept him up into her arms, held him close, and said, =
"Honey,
there is no reason to be afraid. No one is going to harm you. We just =
want
to see how cute you will be as a little girl!" His mother came over and
gently took the racing car out of his hand saying, "Dear, we might as =
well
get rid of this. I don't think you will be playing with toys like this
much longer", and she kissed him on the
forehead. Mary Ann wiped his eyes and then carried him into the bedroom
where she and two other women helped Harold out of his boyish pants, =
shirt
and underwear. Soon all the women and even a couple of the teen age =
girls
came in to see what was going to happen to the only boy at the party. I
scooped Jamie up in my arms, and while he was too young to appreciate =
what
was going on, I thought to myself, "I'm glad that I put you in little =
dresses and skirts
early, son. It will be so much easier for you to be a girl as you have =
never
been taken out of dresses like poor little Harold.
Mary Ann, who seemed to be enjoying all this, stooped down and helped =
Harold
slip into a pair of Stephanie's light blue nylon panties that Deb =
brought
out. Harold squirmed a little as all the ladies and girls smiled
approvingly. Then she slipped a full, very dainty light blue petticoat =
over
his head and let it fall gently to his knees. Putting her hands on =
Harold's
silky waist, she then spun him around and the skirt of his petticoat =
went
flying and all the ladies giggled to see the swirl of his skirt. At =
that
moment Harold tried to run, but looked silly running like a boy when he =
was
so prettily attired. His mother actually got angry and said sternly, =
"Get
back here this instant Mary, and let Mary Ann finish dressing you". =
Harold
had never heard his mother so cross and obediently returned, so that =
Mary Ann
could slip the light blue party dress over his head. As he felt Mary =
Ann
buttoning up the back of his dress, he thought, "Oh my goodness, Mother =
just
called me Mary. What are they doing to me." He looked around and saw
everyone in dresses and thought "They are making me a girl!". Mary Ann =
tied
the sash in the back of his dress and one by one all the women and girls =
came
up and gave him a little hug. The last was his mother who with tears of =
joy
in her eyes said, "Oh Mary, you don't know how long I have waited for =
this.
My precious little daughter". Harold, feeling very confused and yet =
loving
the attention he was receiving, managed to let a little smile escape =
from his
lips, not realizing yet, how his life would be forever changed.
The party was very successful and Stephanie and Jamie were showered with
clothes and toys appropriate for girls their age. The months seemed to =
pass
quickly and Deb and I heard that little Harold was a full time girl now =
and
we were happy that his first outing in skirts, so to speak, occurred at =
the
birthday party of our children. While reading the papers and seeing the
increasing incidences of juvenile misbehavior, we have become more and =
more
convinced that if more boys were treated like Harold and our precious =
Jamie,
we would perhaps have a gentler society. Jamie is such a sweet child =
and is
such a big help around the house now. It is hard to believe that he will =
be
starting kindergarten in the Fall. I am not ready to lose my little =
girl and
I have enrolled him as a girl in a very exclusive private school where =
the
teachers know of his special situation. Stephie is already in the =
second
grade there and welcomes her little "sister" going to the same school. =
And
Harold who made the adjustment of becoming Mary very successfully, is in =
the
third grade.
As the first day of classes approached, I was a nervous wreck. I wanted =
him
to look so perfect for school. Deb and I had gone shopping that weekend =
and
visited the most exclusive girl's shops in Chicago to purchase school =
clothes
for my "daughter".
I dressed Jamie in a little yellow sun dress and white sandals and he =
was so
patient trying on dress after dress in the shops. He is remarkably =
girlish
as nature had been very kind to him, providing him with very delicate =
facial
features and a small frame. This reinforced my feelings that what I had =
done
was right for he would make a terrible boy...He would have been called a
sissy for sure and it is much better his simply being a little girl. =
That
way he can be mommy's little sissy and no one will make fun of him =
because he
wears pretty dresses all the time. And I must admit, I love him in his
pretty clothes. He is such a wonderful daughter to me.=0D=0DWell, the =
big day finally arrived and Jamie was ready to begin his first day =
of=0Dschool as a girl. I knocked on his door and called, "Wake up =
Missy, it's time to =0Dget dressed". My little sweetheart jumped out of =
bed and looked so =0Dprecious in his little girl's nightie as he rubbed =
the sleep out of his eyes. After=0Da quick shower I handed him a fluffy =
pink towel and he dried himself off. I=0Dbrushed some scented dusting =
powder over his body and then handed him =0Dhis little panties that he =
slipped into very quickly. I could hardly hold back my=0Dtears as I saw =
my son in the pretty light pink undies that most boys never=0Dget to =
enjoy. I just know that he loved wearing them. Then I pulled a lacy =
pink slip over his head and let it fall gently to =
his knees. Jamie took a sideward glance at him =
self in the mirror and then embarrassed, he quickly turned away.=0DI =
said, Oh honey, it's just fine to admire your self now. Girls spend =
more time looking in the mirror than boys and you =
are mommy's girl now "=0D=0DFinally it was time for his dress. I can't =
tell you how I have looked forward =0Dto this moment. I walked to his =
closet and ran my fingers delicately across =
his many pretty dresses until I came to the most darling outfit that we =
picked out at the store. Jamie was going to be =
"pretty in pink" and I took his dress off the =
hanger and walked toward him. "Look darling what you are going to be =
wearing today". Jamie smiled just like a girl =
and he raised his hands in the air =0Das I slipped his dress over him. =
Oh it fell just right and the skirt came to about =
four inches above his knees. "Turn around sweetheart and let mommy =
tie your sash", I said. Jamie spun around and I just =
wanted to hug him to death...he was so cute. I =
quickly put his white lace -trimmed socks on and then his pretty mary =
janes with the little bows. Finally I tied a pink =
silk ribbon in his hair, handed him a little =
clutch purse and my darling son was ready to board the school bus.
Jamie made friends very easily with the little girls in his class and =
was
always in demand for the little girl birthday and slumber parties that =
were
so popular in our neighborhood. I adored dressing him up in the =
prettiest
frocks and brushing his long hair that now fell down almost to his =
waist. On
Saturday mornings when there was no school, we would sit for what seemed =
like
hours just brushing and fussing with each other's hair. Jamie loves =
bubble
baths, perfume and hair ribbons and all the things that a girl his age
adores. He likes going shopping with me and we always end up bringing =
one or
two new dresses home for his well supplied closet. I must say that my
"daughter is becoming a clothes horse while still in grade school. What =
will
I ever do when he is a teenager? I take him to the beauty salon with me =
and
my hairdresser friend who knows Jamie is a boy, always reinforces his
femininity by giving him such a girlish cut and style. I am pleased to =
say
that he seems to like his long hair and I have seem him fully attired in =
a
frilly dress, standing before the mirror admiring how pretty he really =
is.
I do need to tell you of one unpleasant incident that occurred lest you =
think
that our life is totally without problems. Jamie's father who abandoned =
us
when I was seven months pregnant somehow heard about Jamie's becoming a =
girl
and he was furious. I have full custody and he hasn't been in contact =
with
us for years, but when Jamie was eight and in the fourth grade, I got a =
very
nasty letter. John said that it was outrageous that I changed his son =
into a
"girl" and that he was going to get a court order and seek custody. I =
was
not going to take any grief from this man who abandoned us and I wrote =
back
to him saying, "John, you might as well know this. Jamie is not your =
son
anymore. He is not your son first of all because you abandoned him and =
have
made no contact with him for seven years and secondly he is not your son
because he is now and always will be a girl! I have an excellent =
attorney
and if you try to interfer in any way, I will sue you for back child =
support
and you will have to pay dearly. So stay out of my life and out of my
daughter's."Apparently this scared him off so Jamie and I are safe from =
any meddling in our lives, at least for the time =
being.
I enrolled Jamie in ballet class when he was eight and he took to it =
like a
duck to water, if you'll excuse the expression. He loves dancing and =
Deb, my
sister, and Stephanie my niece, who is now ten, and I attended his =
recital.
He was wearing a pretty short white dress with a full skirt and danced =
so
prettily in the school's rendition of Swan Lake. I was so very proud of =
my
son. During the recital there was a representative from Sears there
looking for possible child catalogue models. He contacted me through =
the
school and after some negotiations, Jamie became a child model, =
modelling
girl's wear for Sears. If you turn to the "Girl's Section" you will see =
him
wearing a floral print Easter dress and holding a little white purse. =
He
loves his modeling job, even though he is only eight and has made =
friends
with all the girls there. At home Jamie is the daughter that every =
mother
dreams of. He is polite, courteous, loves to help me cook and bake =
cookies,
keeps his room neat, and takes such special care of his pretty clothes. =
I
can't believe how neat he keeps his room.
This summer, Debbie and Stephanie, Jamie and I, are going to fly to =
Great
Britain to tour England and Scotland. It will be fun travelling =
together as
Debbie and I want our daughters to receive the very best education =
possible.
As I reflect on raising my son as a girl, I do not have any regrets. =
First
and foremost, he is a truly a beautiful child and has a temperment that =
is so
suited to that of a girl. I have seen boys who are of a slight build =
and who
are inclined to be girlish in their mannerisms, so mercilessly teased by =
the
bully boys whose size was inherited by their lumberjack and football =
player
fathers. They think that because they are big, they can terrorize the
smaller, more delicate boys. And of course many smaller boys live =
their
lives in fear of the bullies. But my Jamie will never have to do that =
for
girls are not expected to be tough or fight. Instead of being called =
names
and feeling inadequate because of his size, Jamie can slip into a pretty
dress, brush out his long hair and be the lovely girl he was meant to be
without be harrassed by mean and nasty boys. And I as his mother, will =
help
him to be a lovely young lady. Jamie is going to grow up to be a young
woman and we as mother and daughter will always be the best
of friends.
End of Chapter #2. =20
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Subj: Chap. 3=0D "I Made my Son a Girl"
Chapter 3
The summer came quickly and mid July found Debbie and I packing =
frantically
for our European trip. The girls were so excited about their first =
airplane
ride. Stephanie and Jamie each had their little beige suitcases packed =
with
dresses, shorts, tops, sweaters , rompers, skirts, slips and panties. =
Mixed
in with the clothes were books such as Ann of Green Gables, Heidi and =
Pippi
Longstocking as well as some of Jamie's favorite barbies. Debbie and I
dressed them in cute sundresses for travelling and we took a taxi to the
airport. The girls must have looked precious because it seemed that =
everyone
was smiling at them. On the plane the flight attendants were very =
helpful
and we were all thrilled that the movie was "Little Women". My Jamie is
definitely all girl but I feel that extra reinforcement is always useful =
in
helping him think and feel like a girl. I want him to be so thoroughly
girlish when those nasty hormones kick in in a few years, so that he =
will in
no way entertain any foolish boyish thoughts.
We were met at Heathrow Airport in London by a close friend of my mom's =
with
whom she went to school years ago. Mrs. Jones lived in Southhampton and =
we
all piled into the car for the drive there. She was exceptionally =
friendly
but Deb and I both noticed that she seemed to take an extraordinary =
interest
in Jamie during the whole drive to her home. She asked him about =
school,
complimented him repeatedly on his dress, asked him what he liked doing =
the
best and on and on and on. When we arrived at her very spacious home, =
we
were met by a servant at the door and ushered into the most beautiful =
home we
had ever seen. We had heard that mom's friend lived well but we were =
not
aware that she had married into nobility that made her one of the =
wealthiest
women in Southhampton. After tea, we were ushered to our rooms. Debbie =
and
I would each have our separate room, lavishly decorated, and Jamie and
Stephanie would share a room together, not that they had to, for there =
were
many rooms, but because Mrs. Jones thought the girls would feel more at =
ease
together.
The jet lag apparently took its toll and the four of us slept until =
10:00 AM
the next day. Mrs. Jones' servants had prepared a brunch for us that
consisted of breakfast foods, fruits, soups, sandwichs and anything that =
you
could possible have desired after a refreshing sleep. Debbie, =
Stephanie,
Jamie and I came to brunch casually dressed waiting to hear what our
itinerary would be for the day's touring which had been so graciously
arranged by mother's good friend. While we were eating and chatting
pleasantly, the morning calm was broken by the unmistakable sound of =
breaking
glass. Startled, we all jumped to see a soccer ball come rolling right =
into
the dining area from the living room where it had crashed through the =
window
from the outside. Mrs. Jones was beside herself with anger. "He has =
done it
again", she said, "and after I have told him a thousand times to not =
play
ball in the front yard". Soon afterwards a cute little boy came in =
saying in
the highest little voice I have ever heard for a boy, I'm sorry Grandma
Jones, it won't happen again".
Such was our abrupt introduction to Andrew Jones, the ten year old =
grandson
of mom's friend who was staying with her for the summer while his =
parents
were visiting friends in Australia. Mrs. Jones stood there with her =
hands on
her hips, shaking her head and saying, Andrew, this is positively the =
last
straw and you know what I told you would happen if you were a naughty =
boy
again!" "No, no grandma", shouted Andrew, "I'll be good! I'll be =
good"!
"Oh yes you will dear. You will be very good when I am through with =
you".
Meanwhile my sister Debbie, Jamie, Stephanie and I were sitting there
watching this fascinating drama develop, wondering "What is going to =
happen
to little Andrew"? Later that afternoon we dressed the girls in summer
dresses and we all piled into a limousine as Mrs. Jones directed her
chauffeur to drive us to London and Buckingham Palace where she had =
arranged
a private tour for us. It was there, walking through the corridors of =
the
royal family home, that Mrs. Jones explained to Debbie and me her =
remarkable
plan for her grandson.
"Girls", she said, "I have been so worried about Andrew. He is so rowdy =
and
his parents can hardly control him anymore. You saw how he kicked the =
ball
through the window. His mother and father said, "We are going to send =
him to
a private military school unless you can do something with him this =
summer.
Well, I have thought more and more about a idea that I have had for some =
time
now. May I ask you a question"? "Certainly", Mrs. Jones, I replied. =
"Your
dear mother told me last month that your son Jamie is not really a girl. =
Is
that true dear?" I felt my face reddening and heard Debbie cough =
nervously
as Mrs. Jones told us that she knew what we always though was a secret
concealed from all but family members and very close friends. But =
then, I
guess Mrs. Jones was a close friend of mom. She sensed our uneasiness =
and
put her arms around my shoulder and said, "Oh, please don't be upset =
dear,
many mothers make their sons into daughters over here. I think that it =
is
wonderful that you are allowing your son to experience the joys of being =
a
little girl. He is extremely pretty, as I'm sure you have been told many
times".
I immediately breathed easier and listened closely as Mrs. Jones =
continued.
She said, "I have been in touch with my good friend Dr. Emily Williams =
who
has been involved with changing little boys into girls. Then she =
totally
shocked us saying, "I called Andrew's parents last night and they agreed =
that
it would be alright to begin proceedings to make Andrew a little girl =
like
your Jamie. I have threatened him with this before if he did not behave =
more
appropriately and the breaking of the window has convinced me that the =
time
is right to put Andrew in dresses". "Could this be happening again?", I
wondered. We had seen Harold sissified and sent to school as a girl. =
My own
son of course, has been in skirts since infancy and now we have =
travelled
three thousand miles and are running into a possible boy to girl
transformation again. I looked at Andrew skampering about with the =
girls up
ahead and mentally saw him in a dress like my son and niece. Strangely
enough it was not an unpleasant picture at all but one that seemed quite
right for this little boy with the very high voice. I thought, "Andrew =
dear,
I hope you are enjoying being with the girls. You are soon going to be =
one!"
Mrs. Jones was pleased with our agreement with her plans for Andrew and =
she
asked for our help. "Oh Susan", she said, "The timing of your visit is =
so
fitting. You know exactly what needs to be done to properly feminize a =
boy.
Jamie is so wonderfully girlish". I thought, "Mrs. Jones, you just =
don't
realize that Jamie was in dresses right from the beginning. Andrew is a =
ten
year old boy who likes to play soccer, rough house with the boys and may =
very
well be a problem". I began to express my thoughts on this but was =
dismissed
with a friendly, "Nonsense dear, he'll do exactly as I say". I thought,
"Well, I hope you are right, or this could be a very difficult time for =
all
of us". We returned to Southhampton from our lovely palace tour in the =
early
evening and were served tea by the servants. I kept trying to size =
Andrew up
on the way back wondering how he was going to take his planned =
feminization.
Debbie and I told Jamie and Stephanie what was going to happen and both
laughed mischievously and said they would help. Both girls liked Andrew =
and
said that he would make a nice new sister for them.
After tea, Andrew started out the door to meet with his boy friends when
Amanda, Mrs. Jones French maid stopped him in his tracks. He tried to =
pull
away but she held him firmly and brought him back to the center of the =
room.
She forced him to sit down in an elegant rose colored chair and Mrs. =
Jones
began to explain to him precisely what was going to happen. Debbie, =
Stephie,
Jamie and I sat fascinated as we watched the early stages of Andrew's
feminization. Mrs. Jones said sweetly, "Andrew, you are ten years old =
now.
Soon you will be going through puberty when boys experience a change in =
their
bodies including a change in their voices. They start to grow more hair =
and
they become all too aggressive. Your parents and I think you are =
already too
aggressive as it is dear, and we have decided that from now on, you are =
going
to be Andrea!! "Andrea!", shouted Andrew! My name is Andrew, not =
Andrea.
Andrea is a sissy girl's name. My eight year old Jamie, clutched the =
sides
of his dress and moved closer to me, a little startled by Andrew's =
outburst,
and I put my arms around my son, whispering, "It's ok, honey. Mrs. Jones
knows what is best for him". Mrs. Jones looked Andrew right in the eye =
and
said to him, "Yes, it is a sissy girl's name and as of right now, it is =
your
new name dear, and you are going to be my new grand daughter".
"Amanda dear, would you come and remove Andrew's clothes please". The =
very
pretty maid, attired in a traditional black maid's uniform with a short
skirt, white apron and high heels minced toward Andrew and begain to
forcefully remove his shirt and pants. As Andrew struggled, one of the
pretty maids in training, a teen age girl with long blonde hair entered =
the
room and also held the struggling boy. As he continued to squirm, Amanda =
was
forced to give him a little spanking, saying ,"Now be a good girl Missy, =
or
Amanda is going to get very angry with her little girl". He cried out =
but
soon saw that it was useless as the two women completely overpowered =
him.
Soon he was standing in front of us without his clothes and gladly =
reached
for the soft lavender towel that Mrs. Jones handed to him. Debbie and I =
felt a
strange stirring within us as we watched what was happening, and later
acknowleged to one another that we secretly enjoyed seeing little boys
feminized. The thought of this rather aggressive child being turned into =
a
very pretty girl made us feel better. The teen age girl maid whose name =
we
learned was Marie left the room momentarily and returned with a handful =
of
silky garments that were soon to clothe the naked body of a ten year old =
boy.
Mrs. Jones took the towel from Andrew and before we knew it the boy was
standing before us clad in the prettiest white satin panties we had ever
seen. Andrew's little mouth was wide open in surprise and as he stood =
there
not knowing how to feel in his very dainty attire. He subconsciously =
fingered
the delicate lace, edging his panties, and before he could mutter a =
word,
Marie had his arms through a matching white satin training bra, =
fastening it
with the quick and skillful hands of a trained personal lady's maid.
"Stand up Andrea", said Mrs. Jones. "Stand up and show the girls how =
cute
you look". But Andrew was still not ready to be Andrea and he uttered a =
very
nasty word. Mrs. Jones was furious and said, "You will be punished for =
that
young lady" This afternoon your closest boy friends on your soccer team =
will
meet the new sissy girl in our home. Andrew began to say something but =
the
words froze on his lips as Marie slipped an exquisite lace trimmed white
satin slip over his head and pulled it down to a few inches above =
Andrew's
knees. With a flirtacious smile she flounced the skirt of his pretty =
slip
and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. Debbie and I gave each other a
knowing smile as we thought, "Oh, he does look pretty". The best was =
yet to
come though, and Amanda came out of the bedroom with what had to be the
prettiest white lace dress that I have ever seen. I thought, "I wish I =
could
afford dresses like that for my son". Amanda walked right up to Andrew, =
held
the dress up to him and then placed it over his outstretched arms and =
let it
fall into place. The dress had delicate embroidery on the bodice, a =
cute
lace collar, and a full skirt that rustled when he walked. Mrs. Jones =
had
spared no expense in assuring that Andrew's first day as a girl would be =
a
memorable one.
At this point, Stephanie, sensing in her little girl's mind the anguish =
that
this boy must be going through went up and gave him a big hug. While =
Marie
was tieing the blue satin sash on his dress we were all touched to hear
Stephie say, "I'll be your best friend, Andrea". Then my Jamie went up =
to
him and said, "It's ok, Andrea, I'm a boy too but mommy made me girl and =
I
like wearing dresses. You will too in time". As the girls chatted with
their new "sister", Marie came in with a pair of lacy socks and white =
Mary
Janes shoes just like those worn by real girls. Mrs. Jones then came =
over and placed a
long blonde wig on Andrew's head that fell softly to his shoulders. =
Debbie
sighed in delight with this ultimate feminine touch that completely =
changed
Andrew into a very attractive young Miss. Marie tied a white silk =
ribbon in
his hair and Amanda began to apply lipstick to his lips, telling him =
that
soon he would be given courses on make up, color coordination and other
things that a young girl his age should know. Marie then handed Andrew =
a
little purse and he stood there looking so pretty, as if he had been a =
little
girl for all of his life. Debbie and I thought, "Indeed he should have =
been,
as should so many delicate boys who are being deprived of the girlhood =
they
so rightly deserve".
Mrs. Jones was beaming at Andrew's successful transformation and =
addressed
her new granddaughter saying, "This may be difficult the first few days,
dear, but I think you are just going to do fine as a girl." Andrew =
managed a
weak smile, and while he was still in a state of shock, did kind of like =
the
feel of his pretty clothes.
He nervously held the sides of his dress and felt so very pretty and
vulnerable. The feel of his silk slip against his knees was such a new
experience for him as he walked back and forth across the room getting =
used
to being in dresses. Mrs. Jones said, "Honey, make a curtsy to Amanda =
and
Marie now for helping you dress and become such a pretty young lady". =
Andrew
grasped the sides of his skirt and placing his left foot behind the =
right,
bent his knee and spread his skirt in the sweetest little curtsy a boy =
ever
made. All of us clapped and Mrs. Jones directed us into the dining room
where a big "coming out" party was about to begin for the newest girl in =
the
Jones' family. Mrs. Jones said, "Now Andrew won't have to go away to a
military school. His mother and father will be so proud of their new
daughter".
We heard the sounds of cars pulling up outside the Jone's residence and =
saw
several women and their daughters emerging from the vehicles and walking
towards the house. Mrs. Jones had planned Andrew's transformtion better =
than
any of us had thought, and several young ladies his age had come to =
welcome
him to the world of little girls. Carrying elaborately wrapped presents =
and
dressed in the lovliest party dresses that money could buy, girl after =
girl
came up to Andrew, kissed him and handed him a present. Mrs. Jones =
greeted
all the mothers who congratulated her on making her grandson into such a
lovely girl. I later learned that some of the girls who came were also =
boys
who had been changed into girls by their mothers, a practice that is
apparently more common in England than in our own country. After eating =
cake
and ice cream, Andrew began opening his presents, pulling out delicate =
lacy
slips, little girl jewelry, expensive perfumes, prettily dressed dresser
dolls, earrings, and a wide variety of gifts suitable for a young girl.
I could see that this was one boy who would not be kicking a soccer ball
around anymore. His world would become an ultra feminine one and Mrs. =
Jones,
Amanda, and Marie were there to see that all boyishness would be removed =
from
him before his parents return from Australia. Mrs. Jones thanked Debbie =
and
me profusely for being present at Andrea's coming out party and she told =
us
how she looked forward to our travelling together for the next two weeks
visiting quaint English towns, crusader castles, and other wonderful =
points
of interest with her prettily dressed grand daughter at her side. As =
for
Debbie and me, we were amazed at how we have been a part of the =
feminization
of three boys now who have forever left the rough and tumble world of =
men and
boys and entered into the softer, more sensitive world of the female =
gender
which is of course by far superior, as any thinking person readily =
knows. I
hugged my Jamie and was glad that I made him a girl and I wished Mrs. =
Jones
the very best of luck in bringing Andrea to his full potential as a =
young
lady, a role in which I just know he is going to delight in. As we got =
ready
to return to America, I thought about her mention of Dr. Williams and =
made a
mental note to check up on Andrea in a couple of months to see if they
decided to remove all elements of boyishness from him. In all honesty, =
I
sometimes wish my Jamie lacked all traces of being a boy but as he is =
still
only eight, I have a couple of years to decide if I am going to do =
anything
about that. I wish I could tell you more about Andrea and our exploits =
in
England and later in Scotland, but I must continue the story of my own =
son's
growing up to be a proper young lady, a story which took some =
interesting
turns when we returned to the United States.
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=17n =7F "I Made my Son a Girl"=7F =
by Judi=97mgirl 9=7F=7F =
Chapter #4 'The Wedding'=7F=7FTwo years have passed =
since our wonderful =97mtrip to the British Isles and I am happy to =
report that Jamie has continued to develop into a very lovely you=97mng =
lady. Shortly before his tenth birthday, I received a telephone call =
from my college room mate Rachel, in=97mforming me that she was going to =
be getting married in June, and wanted me to be a bridesmaid. Rachel and =
I h=97mad stayed in touch over the years and she was one of the few =
college friends that I had told about Jamie. Sh=97me told me that she =
had been thinking about the two of us and would like to include him in =
the wedding party t=97moo. I didn't know what to say but Rachel, =
anticipating my hesitation, blurted out, "Jamie can be my flower =
g=97mirl!". ""Oh my", I thought, "How wonderful!". I remembered being =
a flower girl at my aunt's wedding many ye=97mars ago and how much fun =
it was. Now my son would have the chance to experience the same joy as =
I did.=7F=7FI hu=97mng up the phone and looked out the window to see =
Jamie on our backyard swing, swinging higher than he was all=97mowed. =
His little skirts were flying in the breeze and I thought, "I must tell =
him again that a young lady ho=97mlds her skirts down. What am I going =
to do with this boy"! I called him in , gave him a mild scolding for =
be=97ming so unladylike, and broke the exciting news to him that he was =
going to be a flower girl in my friend Rach=97mel's wedding. I expected =
him to be as happy as I was but Jamie has been a little difficult =
lately. I blame =97mit on the new family that moved in across the =
street with their two boys who are about Jamie's age. They inv=97mite =
him to play baseball with them and I am afraid that they are awakening =
some boyish desires deep within hi=97mm that I don't like at all. So I =
think that being a flower girl is the best thing that can happen to him =
at =97mthis time. Maybe when he tries on his lovely gown and rehearses =
with the bridesmaids and junior bridesmaids,=97m he will settle into =
being a normal girl once again.=7F=7FThe next morning we dressed in blue =
mother and daughter=97m tea-length dresses and drove to the bridal =
salon. Jamie seemed very subdued and not at all like the cheerfu=97ml =
daughter that I have been raising. I brushed his bangs, adjusted his =
hair ribbon, and asked, "What's wrong=97m dear?" Jamie looked up at me =
and said, "Mom, I'm almost ten years old and I decided that I want to be =
a boy=97m". Well, I almost ran the car right off the road. "A boy! =
Jamie, what are you saying? You're not a boy. =97mYou are mommy's =
girl. Look at you honey. You have long hair and you wear dresses. You =
can't be a boy!" I =97mstarted to raise my voice and the next thing I =
knew, he was crying. =7FOh I was so afraid that this would hap=97mpen =
some day and now I had responded so harshly to my son. What was I to =
do. He is my daughter, my pride an=97md joy. I can't give her up now. =
But she is a he....Oh, I get so confused. I quickly put one hand around =
hi=97mm as I drove, and told him we would talk about it some more. =
Unconsciously I pulled his skirt over his knees=97m, instinctively =
treating him as the little girl into which I had changed him. =7F=7FWe =
arrived at the bridal shop=97m where we were greeted by the owner and =
the prospective bride, Rachel herself, who had come for a fitting. =
R=97machel threw her arms around me and we hugged. "Susan, it has been =
so long", she said. Then stepping back, s=97mhe looked at Jamie and =
said, "And this must be the sweet little child that I have heard so much =
about". Notic=97ming Jamie's tear stained cheeks she said, "Honey, have =
you been crying"? I quickly explained that Jamie was =97mgoing through =
one of his rebellious stages, trying to act like a boy. Rachel smiled =
and said, "Oh Jamie hon,=97m you don't want to be a boy. You are going =
to be in my wedding and I want you to be the prettiest of all my =
=97mattendants". She held Jamie close and taking him by the hand, led =
him over to the clothes rack where his flo=97mwer girl dress was =
hanging. Removing it from the rack, I saw that it was absolutely =
beautiful and I couldn't=97m wait to see my son in it. Rachel held it =
up to Jamie, and I saw a little smile break out on his face. Oh, =97mI =
was so relieved. He likes his dress. Maybe the excitement of being in =
the wedding will dissipate those si=97mlly boyish thoughts that rise up =
and make me fearful that I am going to lose my little girl.=7F=7FRachel =
gave Jam=97mie a hug, took his hand and let him off to one of the =
dressing rooms. There she lovingly helped Jamie take o=97mff his =
daytime dress and slip and gently lowered a pink full-skirted petticoat =
over his head. Jamie was almo=97mst in a trance like state as the =
lovely flower girl dress was then put on him. The dress was pink satin, =
lon=97mg and totally feminine. Rachel said, "Let me take a second to =
brush your hair dear and we'll go out and show=97m mother what a darling =
flower girl you are". I was waiting patiently outside the dressing room =
and was delig=97mhted to see my son emerge looking like the most =
beautiful little girl in the whole world. Being his mother I=97m am a =
little prejudice, but I do declare that Jamie is prettier than most =
girls I know. He ran to me and we =97membraced and I thought, "Oh, I am =
so lucky to have a son like Jamie. He is really a girl at heart and he =
is =97mgoing to just adore being a flower girl".=7F=7FMy bridesmaid =
dress was similar to Jamie's and we would truly be m=97mother and =
daughter for this wedding. I tried my outfit on and Jamie commented on =
how pretty I looked. I lov=97me his interest in dresses and feminine =
things and always welcome his comments. Rachel told us that she was =
d=97melighted that we would be in her bridal party and that she looked =
forward to the big day. The bridal consult=97mant, a lovely girl named =
Kristy, handed Jamie a little bouquet of flowers and had him practice =
walking about =97mthe salon. He moved so gracefully in his dress and I =
was so very proud of him. When all the fitting was don=97me and =
everything was just so, Kristy helped Jamie out of his dress and back =
into his daytime outfit. I asked=97m hopefully, "Do you like your gown =
dear"? And my precious son, the love of my life, made me so happy when =
he=97m replied, Oh yes mother, it's a very pretty dress". I said, =
"Well, let's be off then honey. Rachel has man=97my things to do yet =
before the wedding and we don't want to delay her". I kissed Rachel =
goodbye and she gave =97mboth Jamie and me a sweet hug. "See you soon =
girls", she said, as my daughter and I left the shop thinking a=97mbout =
the fun we are going to have at the wedding.=7F=7FThe day of the wedding =
was soon upon us and it had to be o=97mne of the nicest days of the =
year. I was awakened by the bright sun shining through my window and I =
saw that=97m there was not a cloud in the sky. As I set up in bed, my =
door burst open and Jamie, clad in a little embro=97midered white satin =
nightie with a lace collar, came bursting in with a smile on his face. =
"Good morning swee=97mtheart", I said, and he jumped on to my bed and =
gave me a big hug. "Are you ready to be Rachel's beautiful l=97mittle =
flower girl today"? "Oh yes mother", he replied, "I'm going to look so =
pretty". I felt a wave of reli=97mef hearing Jamie say that as I was =
still a little shaken up after he talked about wanting to be a little =
boy =97mthe day we went to the bridal salon. But apparently Rachel's =
reassuring words that she wanted him to be her =97mprettiest attendant =
together with the unquestionable joy of being able to wear the prettiest =
dress that he ha=97ms ever owned, convinced my son that being a girl was =
best for him after all. I said, "Yes, dear, you are goi=97mng to be =
absolutely darling in pink satin and everyone is going to think, "What a =
perfectly lovely little gir=97ml".=7F=7FI drew Jamie's scented bubble =
bath, helped him into the bath tub and told him to be sure to get all =
clea=97mn for the wedding. I heard him singing in the tub and was so =
glad that my boy child has adjusted so well to =97mhis feminization. =
Several different mothers have told me that if they had to do it all =
over again, they woul=97md have changed their unruly little boys into =
girls. Jamie was the perfect little sissy, the most delightful =97mson =
that a mother could ever want. I had his under garments ready for him =
when he emerged from the tub and s=97moon my child was arrayed in pale =
pink satin panties with a little bow on each side. The panties were =
trimmed=97m with delicate lace and I could see that Jamie was feeling so =
girlish in them. He held out his arms and I sl=97mipped his matching =
pink satin bra on him and fastened it in the back. I said, "Honey bun, =
lets put your robe=97m on now while mommy makes your nails all pretty." =
I have always thought that wearing nail polish was especia=97mlly =
important for boys being changed into girls as they are always so busy =
with their hands. It is difficult=97m to think of one's self as a =
little boy when one's nails are pink and pretty. Jamie snuggled up =
close to me =97mon the bed and dutifully put out his little hands as I =
applied a coat of light pink to his already manicured =97mnails.=7F=7FI =
did his toes too and thought about how pretty they would look through =
his stockings if he took his=97m heels off at the reception. It was =
then time for his makeup and I applied it lovingly to my son. "Purse =
yo=97mur lips dear", I said, as I applied a pretty shade of lipstick to =
his lips. I know that he is only ten, but =97mthis is a special =
occasion and I wanted him to experience a little of what it is like to =
be a more grown up g=97mirl. You see I cannot bear the thought of =
letting Jamie revert back to being a boy just because he is =
approa=97mching puberty. He has been my sweet daughter all of his life =
and I am determined that he will go into his te=97men age years in =
skirts and dresses, the attire to which he has become accustomed. After =
applying his makeup,=97m I gently placed two very lovely pearl earrings =
in his pierced ears and began the pleasant task of brushing m=97my son's =
waist length hair. This was a family ritual for us and mother and =
daughter talk always flowed freely=97m as we did each other's hair. =
Jamie tilted his head to the side and looked into the mirror as the =
brushing b=97mrought out the shine and highlights in his lovely golden =
blonde hair, hair that most girls would give anythin=97mg to have. =
=7F=7FAfter about one hundred strokes, I slipped off his quilted robe =
and put his full pink petticoat=97m over his head. It was truly a =
pretty garment and it would make his dress flair out nicely as he walked =
down=97m the aisle. Jamie, like the sissy girl that he was, spun around =
in front of the mirror and there was a swirl=97m of skirts and flying =
hair. I said, "Silly girl, come here and let mommy put your dress on. =
We don't have t=97mhat much time before we have to go to the Church". I =
got him into his lovely flower girl dress and sat back =97mand sighed. =
"My goodness", I thought, "He is an absolute living doll. What a =
travesty it would have been to=97m raise such a child as a boy. He is =
far too pretty to be anything but a mommy's girl". I helped my ten =
year=97m old with his very grown up sheer pantyhose and my sweetie said, =
"Look mommy, you can see my pink toe nails t=97mhrough my stockings". I =
said, "Yes honey, they look so pretty". I slipped his adorable white =
shoes with the =97mlittle heels on to his feet, tied two pink satin bows =
in his hair, handed him his pink beaded purse and told =97mhim to be =
careful not to wrinkle his dress while I got ready myself. I dressed =
quickly and soon mother and d=97maughter were ready for the car that was =
picking us up for the ride to the Church.=7F=7FWe heard a horn honk and =
s=97mo holding hands, Jamie and I walked out to the car. I had told my =
son to be sure to take dainty steps as he =97mwas still not that used to =
walking in heels. Granted they were not very high, but he was still new =
at it and=97m it would be quite a few years before he was regularly =
wearing heels that were three or four inches high. Th=97me thought of =
my child as a young woman in a short pleated skirt and stylish silk =
blouse clicking along the si=97mdewalk in high heeled pumps secretly =
delighted me, and reminded me of how glad I am to be a woman. I have =
a=97mlways adored pretty clothes and think that women and girls are so =
fortunate in that they have such a variety =97mof choices when it comes =
to shoes and clothing. Two of the bridesmaids were already in the back =
seat of the =97mcar and we were going to have to squeeze in together. =
Apparently there was some miscommunication along the w=97may as we =
should have had another vehicle to avoid wrinkling our clothes. I =
thought, "I hope someone had the =97mforesight to bring a travel iron to =
the church in case we have to touch up our dresses". I said, "Jamie =
dear=97m, you are going to have to sit on Jennifer's lap". My son =
squeezed into the car and Jennifer was so sweet to=97m hold Jamie for =
the twenty minute ride to the church. She whispered in his ear that he =
was a very cute littl=97me girl, that he looked pretty in his pink dress =
and I could see that Jamie liked her immediately. I want my s=97mon to =
identify with lovely girls like Jennifer as I think having pretty and =
well spoken female role models is=97m very important for a boy learning =
to be a proper young lady. =7F=7FEntering the church we were ushered =
into the =97mroom reserved for the bride and her attendants. There =
standing in her bridal attire was Rachel, who looked a=97mbsolutely =
dazzling in her breath-taking wedding dress. Rachel, who was =
exceptionally attractive and being ma=97mrried for the first time, chose =
a white satin gown with embroidered Alencon lace. The scoop neck was =
edged wi=97mth pearls and crystals and she was very beautiful. When she =
saw Jamie and me she immediately came over and p=97mersonally thanked us =
for being a part of her wedding. Addressing Jamie, she said, "Sweetie, =
you can't imagin=97me how happy I am to have you as my flower girl. You =
are so precious sweetheart and I am so proud of you". W=97mell, Jamie =
just beamed and in a demure little voice said, "Thank you Rachel" and =
then he twirled around just =97mlike a little girl. Kirsten, one of the =
twelve year old junior bridesmaids came up to Jamie and offered him =
s=97mome punch. It was sweet of her to do but as she was handing it to =
him, another girl walking by accidently br=97mushed against her, =
knocking her arm and caused her to spill a little punch on her dress. As =
the ceremony was =97mgoing to start in just twenty minutes she became =
very upset and started to cry.=7F=7FBut something remarkable =
hap=97mpened that kind of took all of the adult girls by surprise. My =
darling Jamie, acting very mature for a ten y=97mear old, took the older =
girl by the hand, led her to the ladies room and personally helped her =
wash the spot =97moff of her dress. Jamie was so reassuring as he told =
her, "Don't worry Kirsten, no one will even notice the =97mspot" and he =
gave her a tissue from his clutch purse to dry her eyes. A bond of =
friendship was established a=97ms a result of that incident which was to =
play a significant part in Jamie's life when he entered college =
seve=97mn years later. Kirsten and Jamie were to become inseparable =
friends. The organist began to play the pre-ser=97mvice music and all =
of us gave Rachel a little kiss and said, "This is it girl! Are you =
ready for this"? Rac=97mhel smiled sweetly and said that it was the =
happiest day of her life. As the processional began, my son =
prec=97meded me down the aisle carrying a little bouquet of flowers,and =
looking every bit the little lady that I want=97med him to be. As I =
started down the aisle after him, tears filled my eyes as I saw my =
beautiful child lookin=97mg so radiant in his pre teen girlhood. He was =
truly a delicate child and he seemed so completely at ease as =97ma =
prettily dressed little girl. I thought, "Susan, you are fortunate in =
that you never had to assist Jamie t=97mhrough the awkward tomboy stage. =
Jamie never had one, and always preferred playing dress up and having =
tea p=97marties to climbing trees or rough housing with less refined =
children".=7F=7FThe service went very well. The mini=97mster spoke on =
the importance of loving one another and urged the couple to remember =
that life here on Earth i=97ms short and eternity long. He quoted John =
3:16 and in a very tactful way prompted all in attendance to refle=97mct =
on their own relationship with their Savior. I want Jamie to realize =
that there is a spiritual side to li=97mfe too and that he must never =
ever forget that. The service ended with the joyful couple kissing at =
the alta=97mr and striding happily down the aisle to form the reception =
line. Jamie stood in front of me in the line and=97m received so many =
compliments on how well he did. Only the bridal party and my closest =
friends knew that he =97mwas a boy, although I doubt that many would =
believe it even if we told them the truth. Jamie looks like a gi=97mrl, =
dresses like a girl, acts like a girl, and I hope, thinks and feels like =
one too.=7F=7FAt the reception my so=97mn danced and twirled around with =
the junior bridesmaids and other little girls on the dance floor and all =
see=97mmed to have a lot of fun. That night as we sat on the edge of =
the bed in our blue silk night gowns brushing =97mone another's hair, =
Jamie said, "Mom, I'm really glad that I'm a girl. Do you think I can =
always be your dau=97mghter"? I smiled at my little doll and said, "Yes =
honey, you will always be mommy's little girl". And yet I=97m knew in =
my heart that puberty and the frightful things that it does to boys was =
rapidly approaching. I thou=97mght, "I have some decisions to make in =
the next couple of years. It would be unseemly to allow my lovely =
chi=97mld to leave the world of women and girls and enter a man's world. =
I must figure out a way to let Jamie conti=97mnue to be a girl". Jamie =
kissed me goodnight, took his favorite doll in his arms, and climbed =
into bed to dr=97meam the sweet dreams of a ten year old girl. I =
remained awake thinking for several minutes, reflecting on ho=97mw happy =
Jamie is as a girl and hoping that his future years will be filled with =
close girl friends who will a=97mlways love him as the girl that he is. =
His world needs to be one of lipstick and dresses, for he is my =
Jamie=97m girl, the sweetest little child a mother could have. I can't =
wait until he enters his first beauty pageant, =97m tries out for the =
cheer leading squad, and shops for a prom dress. But that is yet to =
come! =7F=7FEnd of Chapt=97mer #4=7F=7FP.S. I do hope that you are =
enjoying the story of Jamie. Comments and suggestions via E-Mail, are =
al=97mways welcome.=7F =
Love,=7F =97m =
Judigirl 9 =
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"I Made my Son a Girl" #5
by Judigirl 9
"Boarding School for Jamie"
As I sit at my keyboard on this lovely autumn evening, tears fill my =
eyes, as I tell you that my little Jamie, now eleven years old, is off =
to boarding school. He has never been away from my side before and I =
miss my sweet girl so much. Our mother and daughter shopping trips, our =
fun-filled cookie baking times, and our modeling dresses for one =
another, were such important parts of our lives. But Jamie is a big =
girl now, and it is time for me to let him go. He does write me the =
sweetest letters and I am so happy that he and Stacy, his cute little =
roommate, are the very best of friends. Jamie is a seventh grader at the =
Briarcliff School for Girls where there are other boys who are being =
dressed and treated as girls. I was so thrilled to meet their mothers at =
a pre registration tea and to learn that I was not the only one who =
desired to raise a sweet, gentle child. The day that we drove to the =
beautiful wooded campus, both of us cried knowing that the separation =
was not going to be easy. I was tempted to turn around and return home, =
but knew in my heart that this was the best alternative for my son. I =
didn't want him to go to school with boys and going here would further =
his education in a setting that was decidedly feminine. The school has a =
total of about two hundred girls in grades seven through twelve. As we =
pulled up to the administration building we were met by the head =
mistress who greeted us warmly. Jamie slid out of the front seat of the =
car in ladylike fashion and upon being introduced, curtsied nicely to =
her. Headmistress Karen Chandler knew that Jamie was a boy and as with =
all the boys enrolled at her school over the years, she made a special =
effort to be certain that he would be treated no differently than the =
other girls. She put her arm around my eleven year old and told him =
that his yellow dress looked very becoming with his long blond hair.
As we were chatting with the headmistress, we heard loud words coming =
from a group of women standing around another car that had just arrived =
on campus. A girl in a red velvet jumper dress who was apparently not =
very happy about being here was saying, "I'm not coming here. You can't =
make me"! She was creating such a fuss that one of the women, who I =
learned was her step mother, spoke very harshly to her. The girl stopped =
fussing and began to cry as the lady said to her, "I'm sorry Julie, but =
you must learn to be a good girl. You will like school here once you =
settle in. Now stop being so difficult and you won't be scolded =
anymore". I didn't know it then but it seems that Julie was a boy who =
was being forced to attend this girl's school by his stepmother. He had =
only recently begun wearing dresses at her insistence and he obviously =
wasn't adjusted to being a girl yet. Headmistress Chandler excused =
herself and walked over to offer her assistance to Julie and his mother. =
"Hi Julie!", said the headmistress, trying to play down the incident. =
"We are so glad to have you with us, honey". Headmistress Chandler gave =
a reassuring wink to Julie's mother, and taking Julie by the hand, sat =
down with him on a nearby bench. I heard her say, "Julie hon, we all =
behave like ladies here. Your mother has enrolled you at Briarcliff to =
make a lovely girl out of you. We do not allow boyish behavior in this =
school. Do you understand, sweetheart?"
Julie reached into his purse, took out a lace handkerchief and dried his =
eyes. He looked at Headmistress Chandler and said, "I'm sorry Ms. =
Chandler." She then gave him a hug and he walked back to his mother who =
embraced her repentant son. I was so delighted to see the loving =
concern that the headmistress and Julie's mother showed the boy. The =
poor dear had not been wearing dresses very long and he was still =
adjusting to the role that was so lovingly chosen for him. I often =
wondered if Jamie would have rebelled like that if I had not been so =
careful to raise him as a young lady from early childhood. I still have =
nightmares about the time when he told me he wanted to be a boy again, =
but ever since his day as a flower girl one year ago, he has been very =
girlish and feminine, showing no desire to be a boy. I hoped that young =
Julie would be so influenced by all the girls on campus that he would =
feel comfortable leaving his boy's world behind for good. The girls at =
this school are not allowed to wear jeans or pants of any kind, for it =
is the administration's desire to graduate young ladies who are graceful =
and totally feminine in their behavior. I went over and talked with =
Julie's stepmother, telling her not to worry for I thought that Julie =
was a lovely girl and that she would soon be so involved with living, =
studying and playing with girls that she would forget that she was ever =
a boy.
The sun was setting in the sky and it was time for me to say farewell to =
my child. Oh I love him so much! I could see that while he was sorry =
to be away from me, he was also as excited as a school girl can be at =
the thought of this new adventure. I hugged my honey to me, trying not =
to wrinkle his dress, and told him that I would see him for the =
Thanksgiving holidays. Walking away, I looked back over my shoulder and =
saw Jamie and Julie heading toward the dorm where they would live on the =
same floor. I thought, "I hope that the real girls have a great =
influence on my son and his new friend. I do so want Jamie to progress =
well in his feminine training". I cried some more driving back home and =
was glad that I had taken so many pictures of my son in his pretty =
girl's clothes to remind me that I have the loveliest little girl in the =
world. I often sit and look wistfully at our family album filled with =
the cutest pictures of my child in his prettiest outfits. One week =
after I returned home, I received a delightful letter in the mail. It =
read,
Dearest Mother,
I miss you so much. I am having a good time in school and like all the =
other girls very much. My roommate Stacy and I get along very well =
together. We wear the same size dresses and we share each other's =
clothes. Oh mother, Stacy is so sweet. You will like her a lot. I hope =
she can come to meet you at Thanksgiving. Mother, there are twin boys =
here and they have to dress like little girls. I will tell you more =
about it when I see you. I am so glad that I am a girl, mother, and =
that I am going to school here. Your daughter,
Jamie
Well, I must tell you that Jamie kept a diary just like a girl while he =
was at school and my sweetheart lets his mother read all his secrets. =
If I had let Jamie grow up as a boy, I know we would have never been so =
close. The things that I will now tell you come from Jamie's diary. =
After I left the campus, Jamie was paired up with Stacy Summers, a very =
pretty girl from California. She was a mischievous thirteen year old =
who was told by her parents that her roommate would be a pretty boy. =
She thought that was in her own words, "kewl" and promised that she =
would help him to be a complete girl. Upon meeting Jamie, she embraced =
him warmly and told him that they were going to be the best of friends. =
That evening as they prepared for bed, Stacy pulled a peach colored =
nylon baby doll night gown out of her drawer, handed it to Jamie, and =
said, "Put it on Jamie. My mom said I should share my clothes with you =
and this is the prettiest nightie that I have". Jamie took the silky =
garment from Stacy, held it up to himself and both girls agreed that it =
was a very pretty nightie. He thought, "Oh, Stacy is so very sweet". =
Stacy was wearing a similar gown and the two climbed into their =
respective twin beds and dreamed of the first day of school.
The next morning the dorm was filled with the joyous laughter and shouts =
of teen and pre teen age girls getting ready for class. Jamie jumped =
out of bed, washed up and dressed in the stylish white blouse and =
pleated navy blue skirt that was the uniform that all Briarcliff girls =
wore. He wore a very lacy white nylon half slip, a pretty nylon bra =
with a tiny pink ribbon in the center, and the sissiest of nylon panties =
under his outfit. He felt very pretty in his school girl clothes. Stacy =
looked at him approvingly and said, "Jamie, you really do make a nice =
girl. I understand why your mother raised you as a girl." Jamie =
blushed and told Stacy, "You look pretty too Stacy". With that, she =
grabbed a hold of Jamie's hand and the two walked down the hall to the =
dining room where a hot breakfast awaited them. The dining hall was =
huge and accommodated all the girls in the school. Jamie had never =
seen so many girls in one place before. They were all in pretty blouses =
and skirts, as was he, and he felt very girlish and feminine being here =
with them. Looking across the table he saw the little boy named Julie =
who had resisted coming to school yesterday. But now Julie was a girl =
like all the rest and Jamie noticed that his nails were painted a bright =
red. Later he learned that all the boys in attendance were compelled to =
wear nail polish. I was to learn that while girls were expected to be =
feminine, the boys were required to be ultra feminine. Headmistress =
Chandler did not want to disappoint even one mother who paid the high =
tuition rate to be sure that her son would be dressed and treated =
totally as a young lady.
Jamie's first class was English, taught by a thirty year old young woman =
who graduated summa cum laude from Radcliffe. She was the valedictorian =
of her class and came to the Briarcliff School for Girls with very =
impressive credentials. Her name was Victoria White and she was =
informed that the pretty blond girl entering her seventh grade English =
class was none other than a boy named Jamie. Unknown to all but the =
headmistress, Victoria has a special interest in boys being raised as =
girls for she had been involved along with her three sisters, in =
dressing up their youngest brother many years before. Her brother, being =
a very delicate child, wore dresses after school every day through grade =
school, and when Victoria went off to college, she missed having her own =
little "Barbie Doll" to dress up. It was like losing a little sister, so =
now, many years later, she determined that she would lavish her special =
attention on Jamie, just like the attention she gave to her brother who =
so closely resembled this new "girl" in her class. As she called the =
role all the girls answered, "Present Miss White", and there was a =
spirit of excitement in the class on this first day of school. Jamie =
felt very pretty in his pleated skirt and blouse with his almost waist =
length hair falling gently over his shoulders. After the introductory =
class, Miss White said, "Jamie, may I see you for a moment, dear?" The =
other girls filed out of the room as Jamie waited to chat with the =
teacher.
"Honey", she said, "Headmistress Chandler told me that you are a boy and =
I want you to know that I think that it is wonderful that your loving =
mother saw fit to raise you as a young lady. My little brother made such =
a cute girl that we put him in dresses too. But you, honey, are even =
prettier than he was and I'm so happy that you are a little girl". Jamie =
listened attentively as Miss White further explained, "Jamie, if you =
ever have any problems, I want you to feel free to come to me honey, and =
I will help. I know that I am your teacher but I want to be a big sister =
to you too. Now since you have a study period this hour, there is =
something I want to do for you to get you started on your first day. Do =
you know what that is, honey"? "No, Miss White", said Jamie. "Well, =
honey, as you may have heard, it is a school requirement that all boys =
wear nail polish to help them adjust to being girls here so I would like =
to do your nails. We can talk "girl talk" at the same time and get to =
know one another better.". Without another word, Victoria reached into =
her desk drawer, brought out some pink nail polish, took Jamie's hand in =
her well manicured hand, and began to apply polish to his nails. =
Looking into Jamie's eyes she smiled and said, "Honey, isn't it just =
wonderful being a girl"? Jamie, blushed and feeling so delightfully =
girlish as Victoria finished his nails said, "Oh yes, Miss White, I like =
being a girl".
Jamie's first day of classes went remarkably well and he fit in =
marvelously with all the other girls. But I soon learned from Jamie's =
diary that Ms. Chandler did not always immediately win over stubborn =
boys who were sent to her school to be properly feminized. I must tell =
you about the Stapleton twins from Connecticut whose mother Cynthia was =
determined to change them into young ladies. The boys were just short of =
their eleventh birthday and they were simply unmanageable. Although =
they lived in a very expensive home and had all that money could buy, =
they were sassy to their mother, impolite to the servants, and refused =
to apply themselves diligently to their studies at the private school =
that they attended. Cynthia Stapleton heard about Ms. Chandler's school =
through a mother she knew whose son was surgically transformed into a =
girl and sent to the school several years before. So after talking with =
Ms. Chandler by telephone, she impulsively decided to tell the boys that =
they were going to attend a new school in Wisconsin where they would =
learn better manners. The idea of going away to school sounded like fun =
to the twins and they readily jumped into the car, although slightly =
puzzled that their mother didn't pack any suitcases for them. They =
looked forward to their new adventure. The only difficulty was that =
their mother didn't tell them that they would be attending an all girl's =
school, as girls!
The Stapletons arrived a day late and classes were in progress when =
their white Lincoln Continental drove up to the administration building. =
Cynthia and the boys got out and the boys immediately loved the =
tree-shaded campus and open grassy areas, wondering if the students =
played football and soccer in those areas. Robert Stapleton, the older =
by a few minutes and the more aggressive of the twins ran over to a tree =
and started swinging from a low hanging branch. His brother Stephen =
started throwing a ball that he had in his pocket, high the air and =
catching it again. Cynthia was about to say something when all three =
heard the change of period bell ring, and before they knew it the campus =
was full of laughing, giggling girls going to their different =
classrooms. Several walked right by the brothers, their little uniform =
skirts swinging in the light morning breeze. The twins watched all the =
activity with their mouths open and a look of total shock on their =
faces. Frozen with fear they looked pleadingly at their mother who =
simply smiled at them with a wry smile, her hands resting on her hips. =
"Mom, what kind of school is this"? asked Robert. "Where are all the =
boys, mom"? begged Stephen. Mrs. Stapleton just stood there and smiled =
as Headmistress Chandler came out of the Administration Building to =
greet the new enrollees. Looking at Cynthia and her perplexed sons, =
Karen Chandler walked right up to the newly arrived family and said, =
"Good Morning, Mrs. Stapleton. Welcome to Briarcliff"! Then looking =
directly at Robert and Stephen, she said to their complete shock and =
amazement, "Good morning young ladies! How are my new girls this =
morning"?
Young ladies? Girls? Robert and Stephen looked at one another, their =
eyes wide with fear, but before they even had a chance to think further =
about what was happening, six female teachers attired in very smart =
skirts and jackets appeared and surrounded the boys. Kathleen, a =
beautiful physical education instructor with flowing long brown hair =
reached for Robert's hand and said very matter of factly, "Come with me, =
Roberta. Ms. Chandler wants me to show you where you will be staying". =
At the same time, Paige, who taught Social Studies at the School, put =
her arm around Stephen and laughingly said, "And you too Stephanie, =
follow me." We are going to get you girls settled in so you can join the =
other girls for classes right after lunch". Both boys, gradually =
realizing what their mother was doing to them, screamed, "MOM, DON'T LET =
THEM TAKE US!" But Cynthia was already light years away in her thoughts, =
thinking, "I just know that my twins are going to be more manageable =
now. They will be better behaved because they are going to become little =
girls". And leaving the "girls" in the hands of women trained to deal =
with rebellious boys, she said, "Good-bye my daughters. See you soon". =
And she walked towards her car. Headmistress Chandler walked with her =
and said, "Cynthia hon, you made the right decision. Don't you worry. =
The next time you see Roberta and Steffie, they will be sweet well =
trained little girls of whom you will be very proud"
Robert was not going willingly with Kathleen, but he was only an eleven =
year old boy and she was a twenty-two year old fitness instructor and =
tennis player. She had a solid grip on his little wrist and told him =
quite openly to stop fighting her or she would put him over her knee and =
spank him right in front of all the girls on campus. Briarcliff did not =
tolerate badly behaved boys and they were dealt with very firmly. =
Kathleen suddenly stopped and knelt down on one knee alongside Roberta =
and said, "Honey, you might as well stop resisting. Your mother wants =
you to be a girl now". And reaching into her purse, she took out a pale =
blue silk hair ribbon, and with a bobby pin, put it into the little =
boy's hair. Adjusting the ribbon just so, she let the two little =
streamers fall down the back of his head, thinking how pretty he is =
going to be after his hair grows long like a girls. Robert began to cry =
like the little girl he was about to become, and Kathleen, used to such =
responses from newly feminized boys, hugged him and said, "It's alright, =
dear. By tomorrow you will be just one of the girls and you will feel =
much better". And they walked into the dormitory together.
Meanwhile Paige was using a different approach with Stephen who was a =
more sensitive child than his brother. As they walked to the dorm he =
would be living in, Paige was explaining all the wonderful things about =
being a girl to him. While Stephen was somewhat in a state of shock, he =
couldn't help hearing Paige talk about the fun he would have in sewing =
class, attending slumber parties and learning how to help his mother =
around the house. Paige talked to him as if he were already a girl and =
it appeared to be working because Stephen seemed to calm down =
considerably as they walked to his dorm. Naturally Ms. Chandler felt it =
was wise to separate the boys so they would not try to reinforce one =
another in resisting their mother's desired transformation. Paige led =
Stephen into the room that he would be sharing with a girl named Nancy. =
She showed him his bed with its very lovely pink and white bedspread =
with floral patterns. The room's curtains matched the color of the =
bedspread and had very pretty ruffles. Paige proceeded to turn down the =
bed sheets to reveal sheets and pillow cases of lovely pink satin. She =
then pointed out his desk and proceeded to throw open the door of his =
walk in closet. Smiling she said, "Look, Stephanie". When Stephen looked =
he saw several frilly dresses of various styles hanging neatly in a row, =
pretty blouses, different kinds of skirts including the school uniform, =
and four pair of girl's shoes, including two pair with little heels. =
Paige smiled at him and said, "These are the new clothes that you mother =
purchased for you Steffie. Aren't they adorable"? You mother spent a lot =
of money to be certain that you and your sister would be properly =
attired". She reached over and kissed him on the cheek saying, "Cheer =
up, sweetie. You'll make a great girl. Now take off all your boy's =
clothes!"
Across the courtyard Kathleen led little Roberta into his dorm and found =
his roommate Teresa already in the room. She had a slight stomach ache =
and was excused from attending morning classes. Seeing her new roommate =
and knowing that he was a boy, she ran up to him and said, "Oh Robert, I =
mean Roberta, I am so glad that we are roomies", and she gave him a =
kiss. This was all happening way to fast for Robert. Earlier that week =
he was "all boy" with the best baseball card collection in his =
Connecticut school and now he was being called Roberta, and being kissed =
by a girl who was going to be his roommate. Kathleen, looking at her =
watch said, "Roberta, we don't have much time before lunch. You have to =
get changed." Robert said, "What do you mean changed"? Kathleen =
replied, "Silly girl, you need to put on your uniform!" Well, Robert =
almost fainted on the spot. But Kathleen, realizing the shortage of =
time said, "Terri, will you get Robert's uniform skirt and blouse out of =
the closet while I get him his bra and panties? His navy tights should =
be in one of these drawers too. He is a boy, you know, and he may need =
a little help the first day". Robert was totally dazed by what was =
happening to him but before he knew it, Kathleen had him in his school =
girl uniform complete with delicate lace-trimmed lingerie. Robert stood =
alongside Teresa looking at his girlish appearance in the mirror and =
heard Teresa say, "You look cute Roberta. We are going to have such fun =
as roommates." Robert walked around the room and felt so sissy in his =
pleated skirt and pretty blouse. His tights made his legs feel very =
feminine and he wore little black patent leather shoes with pretty bows =
and one and one half inch heels. Kathleen smiled and said, "Come on =
girls, We are just going to make it to lunch".
Hearing Paige say, "Take off all your boy's clothes", left Stephen a =
little numb, but he did what he was told. Soon, like his brother, he =
was a fully dressed schoolgirl in a stylish short pleated skirt and =
blouse. He could feel the smooth silkiness of his slip and panties =
through his clothes and it was not an unpleasant sensation for him. He =
walked about before the admiring eyes of Paige and felt rather free in =
moving about in a skirt. He thought to himself, "Now I know what girls =
feel like in dresses". Paige reading his mind said, "You like wearing a =
skirt, don't you Stephanie dear?' Stephen started to say something but =
Paige cut him off saying, "Honey, you don't have to deny it. Lots of =
boys come here trying to act strong and masculine when they are really =
very sweet girls in their hearts. I think that's you, honey. So enjoy =
your pretty clothes, Steffie, because your mother is making you and your =
twin, girls forever. And she took Stephen by the hand and led him gently =
toward the dining hall.
It was twelve o'clock noon and the girls and faculty converged on the =
dining hall to enjoy lunch. Paige and Kathleen had pre arranged to =
have the twins sit together and be introduced to the school as the =
newest arrivals. So as they walked in the door. Robert and Stephen, who =
had played first base and shortstop on their former school's baseball =
team, saw each dressed like girls for the first time. Stephen looked at =
his brother, saw his light blue hair ribbon, his blouse with the lace =
collar, and his short pleated skirt and couldn't believe it was Robert. =
He noticed that he was wearing little black patent leather heels with =
bows and his legs were encased in girl's tights. He started to laugh =
when it dawned on him that he was in a skirt and panties too. What had =
their mother done to them? They were boys, but they were now on a =
campus with two hundred sissy girls and no one here was ever allowed to =
wear pants. As the girls ate lunch together they heard Ms. Chandler =
announce a special meeting for the special "girls" at school. What more =
could possibly happen to them? If they only knew, they may have run =
away.
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by Judigirl 9 =20
"Boyish Behavior Punished"!
The four seventh grade boys enrolled by their mothers in the Briarcliff =
School for Girls entered Ms. Chandler's office and curtsied to the =
headmistress. Karen Chandler was a very tall, beautiful woman and the =
new "girls" were a little intimidated by her. But she was smiling as =
she said, "Sit down girls!". Jamie sat down very gracefully, sweeping =
his skirt under him as he had been taught from childhood. Julie just =
plopped down very awkwardly and Ms. Chandler shook her head from side to =
side saying, "Oh Julie, I see that we are going to have to spend more =
time=97m with you. Stand up honey, and sit back down again like a =
lady." Julie stood up and then sat down again, and this time arranging =
his skirt the way he had seen Jamie do it. Ms. Chandler said, "That's =
much better, Julie". "Girls, I called you here to tell you that we are =
determined to make sure that your mother's wishes are respected. You =
are no longer to think of yourselves as boys for as you can clearly see, =
this is a school for girls. Jamie here will not be a problem as he has =
been a young lady since he was a small child. But the rest of you have =
some catching up to do and it is important that you learn immediately =
that boyishness will not be tolerated on this campus". She continued, =
"As for you twins, I am very disappointed that you did not immediately =
recognize that your mother knows what is best for you. Two of my finest =
teachers told me that you boys almost had to be dragged to your dorms =
after your mother left". Steffie started to say something but Ms. =
Chandler cut him off saying, "Be silent young lady. You will talk when =
you are spoken to, and only then." She went on, "So I am going to =
personally supervise your wardrobes until you are properly assimilated =
as normal young school girls". Roberta and Steffie looked at each other =
wondering what could be coming next. They were already doing things =
that they would never have imagined in their wildest dreams a week ago. =
They answered to girl's names now. They were wearing skirts and panties =
in a girl's school, forced to wear hair ribbons, and actually making =
curtsies to the teachers. What would their friends back in Connecticut =
say if they could see them now? They would be laughed out of town, but =
here, they were applauded when they appeared before the entire student =
body dressed like sissies. "And you Julie", Ms. Chandler said, "I was =
disappointed that your mother had to scold you yesterday morning, but I =
was also delighted that you responded to correction the way a Briarciff =
girl should. So we will not have to discipline you in the same manner =
as the twins. During this entire time Jamie sat with his legs together, =
his skirt properly pulled down, and his hands folded prettily on his =
lap. He was so relieved that the head mistress did not have anything =
negative to say about him but h=97me worried a little about what was =
going to happen to the twins.=0D=0DMs. Chandler said, "I want you twins =
to remain after Julie and Jamie go to class as you will not be starting =
classes today. But I will deal with you when Jamie and Julie leave. =
Now girls, one of the reasons that I have called you into my office is =
because I want you to be thinking about the traditional Fall Harvest =
Costume Party that we will be having at the end of the month. It is the =
first major social event in our Briarcliff calendar and one of the more =
popular festivals that we have. After a month of classes it gives the =
girls a chance to relax and just have a good time. Costumes are =
required, and as we have a wonderfully equipped dramatic arts department =
at the school, there is an abundance of costumes from which to choose. =
Some of the more creative girls even make their own, but that is not =
necessary as we have hundreds of costumes from almost every Broadway =
musical that has been produced, as well as period costumes that have =
been given to the school by different alumnae who have been involved in =
show business. I will expect you girls to choose appropriate feminine =
costumes so that your dear mothers will not hear that you attended a =
Briarcliff function in anything but the pretty girl's clothes that they =
expect you to wear. So surprise me girls, and choose outfits that will =
make me proud of my "special" little girls. "Do you understand"? The =
four little ladies replied, "Yes, head mistress". Then, Julie and =
Jamie, you may leave and go to class. "Thank you head mistress", said =
the girls as they curtsied and left hand in hand to go to their first =
afternoon class.=0D=0DAs the door closed Roberta and Steffie eased =
closer to one other on the couch wondering what their punishment for =
misbehavior was going to be. They really didn't think that they had =
been that bad, but apparently Ms. Chandler wanted to make an example of =
them for any other boys that might later be enrolled in the school. She =
sat down again, looked the boys in the eye and said, "I have some =
special outfits for youngsters like you who think that they can come =
here and continue to be discourteous little boys. Take off your =
uniforms right now, girls"! Roberta and Steffie were so embarrassed, =
but were frightened enough to immediately comply. They unbuttoned their =
blouses and then after removing their skirts and lacy slips they were =
standing in front of the headmistress in just their bras and panties. =
Ms. Chandler smiled at them saying, My, but you are cute little twin =
girls. What a shame your mother ever permitted you to wear anything but =
dresses. If you were my sons you would have been raised as little =
girls". She said, "Sit down girls and wait here until I return." Then =
she left the room as Roberta and Steffie, the former star players of =
their New Haven, Connecticut grade school baseball team, huddled =
together in their sissy nylon bras and lace trimmed panties.=20
"What should we do, Robert?", asked Stephen. "Mom left us at this =
girl's school and they are trying to change us into girls". "Maybe we =
can run away", replied Robert, "but we don't have any clothes except =
dresses". "I know", sighed Stephen. It's like we don't really have a =
choice". No sooner were the words out of his mouth when in walked Ms. =
Chandler with two large clothing bags, saying, "That's right girls, =
there are no choices for the two of you. Your dear mother empowered me =
to properly modify your unruly behavior and I, together with my staff =
am going to do just that". As the girls looked on in amazement Ms. =
Chandler unzipped the bags and brought out the cutest little girl =
dresses that were ever created. Robert and Stephen took two steps =
backward as the headmistress approached them with the dresses and held =
them up to each boy. She said, "Aren't they the most adorable dresses =
that you have ever seen, girls"? Well, the twins weren't used to =
offering an opinion on any kind of girl's clothes let alone lace party =
dresses and they stood frozen to the floor, their little mouths sealed. =
Ms. Chandler exclaimed, "I love it when twins are dressed in identical =
outfits by their mothers, and you girls are going to be dressed in these =
sister dresses as if you were four year old little girls. Isn't that =
exciting, darlings? This will be your punishment girls, for not being =
thankful to your dear mother for enrolling you in our school. You will =
not wear your school uniforms to class like the other girls but you will =
wear these frilly dresses to class and all around the campus so that all =
the girls will know that you acted like babies when you first came here =
instead of the big girls you were supposed to be. If you are good =
little girls, then and only then, will I allow you to dress like school =
girls once again". If the twins entertained any hope in their ten year =
old minds of at least dressing according to their age, if not their sex, =
that hope was shattered in Ms. Chandler's office as they realized that =
they were about to be dressed as four year old girls. And the entire =
student body of two hundred girls would soon see and regard them as =
their very own little sisters.=0D =
=
As Headmistress Chandler had a very =
busy schedule, she enlisted the help of two senior girls to serve as =
"big sisters" for Roberta and Steffie for the rest of the day. The =
girls were called from their classes and told that they were to take the =
twins around campus and show them off to all the students and faculty. =
Perhaps this would help them to learn that boyish behavior is a serious =
offense at Briarcliff. Of course it would also allow the twins to =
experience the sweet innocence of being very young girls, a joy that =
they missed when they were unfortunately raised as boys. As I read =
Jamie's little diary about the Stapleton twins, I thought, "Oh Cynthia =
Stapleton should see what was happening to her boys. She would be so =
thrilled and she would probably regret that she didn't put them in =
dresses herself when they were four years old". Well the senior girls, =
Debbie and Carla, entered Ms. Chandler's office, curtsied as all the =
girls are expected to do, and asked how they might be of service. They =
glanced at Roberta and Steffie, sitting on the couch in little white =
quilted robes that Ms. Chandler had given them to wear over their bra =
and panties. Ms. Chandler said, "Debbie and Carla, I want you to meet =
our new four year olds who will be living at our school. They are =
Roberta and Steffie. "Debbie and Carla, recognizing the twins as the =
boys who had been introduced to the student body at lunch, suppressed a =
giggle and wondered what Ms. Chandler wanted them to do with the boys. =
It quickly became very clear as the headmistress explained. "Girls, I =
want the two of you to be big sisters to the twins this afternoon. You =
are to dress them in the little girl clothes that I have chosen for them =
and then you are to give them the chance to meet as many students as =
possible. You will make sure that they behave as little girls and you =
are to report any unladylike conduct to me immediately. You see, the =
twins will not be allowed to disgrace the Briarcliff uniform by any =
boyish behavior. When they have learned to be proper young ladies, they =
will be allowed to take off their childish dresses and wear the uniform =
skirt and blouse like the big girls once again. Is that clear, girls?" =
"Yes, headmistress", replied the senior girls. Ms. Chandler then went =
over and kissed the twins on the forehead and said, "Roberta and =
Steffie, I am counting on you to be good little girls. Do not =
disappoint me sweeties". And she walked out the door.=0D=0DImmediately =
Carla said, "Well, little sisters, it is time to get you all prettied =
up". Reaching into one of the compartments of the clothing bag she =
pulled out a very dainty silky petticoat, held it up admiringly and =
beckoned to Steffie. "Come here honey", she said. Stephen, not knowing =
what else to do, walked over to her and she slipped his robe off of him, =
saying, "Put out your arms dear". As Stephen did so, he felt her lower =
the petticoat over his head. It fit just perfectly and fell to his mid =
thighs. "Ohhhh Debbie", Carla said, "Look how short the skirt is". " Of =
course", said Debbie, "their dresses are little girl's dresses and they =
require short slips". "Debbie, could you hand me his dress please". =
Debbie brought the dress over and Carla put Stephen's dress on him tying =
the pretty blue satin sash in the back, as Stephen suddenly felt all =
boyishness draining from him. Meanwhile, Roberta sat with his hands =
folded in front of him in his little robe, knowing that he was next. =
Debbie looked at Robert and said, "Look at how pretty your sister is =
honey. Steffie, make a curtsy to your sister, dear". Stephen, now =
Stephanie made a cute little curtsy and Debbie bent down and gave him =
the sweetest kiss, saying, "I think I am going to like having you as my =
baby sister this afternoon". Carla said, "Well, Roberta, you are next". =
Robert stood up, and finally giving up on being a boy, let Debbie and =
Carla dress him in a similar fashion as his brother. =20
Soon both boys were attired in sissy white dresses with blue sashes and =
full petticoats and panties. Each was also required to wear a white =
satin training bra, which the big girls put on them. Carla took the =
lace socks and white Mary Jane shoes with the darling bows out of the =
clothing bag and put them on the boys. Then Debbie tied the cutest =
white hair ribbons in the hair of each boy. Clearly the girls were =
enjoying making sissy girls out of the twins and they looked forward to =
escorting them around campus as little girls. "Oh wait", said Carla. =
"We have to do their nails or Ms. Chandler will be very upset. I almost =
forgot that all boys at Briarcliff have to wear nail polish all the =
time". Each girl took nail polish out of her purse and sitting Robert =
and Stephen down on the couch, they began to apply polish to the little =
boy's nails. Robert got a pretty shade of pink and Stephen's nails =
would be red like his new big sisters. When their nails dried, Debbie =
whispered to Carla, "Should we put a little lipstick on them too?" =
Carla smiled and said, Well, they are supposed to be just four, but =
maybe just a touch won't hurt." So as Robert and Stephen sat silently, =
looking so pretty and girlish in their white dresses, Debbie and Carla =
gently applied lipstick to their lips. Their transformation into pretty =
four year old girls was complete and they were ready to tour the campus =
with their big sisters.
In spite of what people may say, a little boy is deeply affected by =
wearing dresses and skirts. I know that my son Jamie experienced a =
change in his way of thinking as he adjusted to the feminine role that =
was chosen for him. It was maybe selfish of me to make him a girl, but =
I wanted a child that I could dress up prettily and be a companion to =
me. Jamie grew to love being a girl and he is such a happy child. As =
for the twins, they were starting to experience the joys of girlhood on =
just their first day at Briarcliff. They had already worn school girl =
uniforms their first morning and now they were being propelled back in =
time to experience what it was like to be a pre school age girl, an =
experience they had missed as little children. Walking around the =
campus' tree shaded walks on a beautiful Fall afternoon, holding hands =
with the older girls, was a very impressionable experience for the boys. =
They felt so light headed and free as their little skirts swayed from =
side to side in the afternoon breeze. They loved the silky feel of =
their petticoats against their knees and the way their dresses flared =
out as they walked. It was so natural for them to take smaller steps =
and to walk just like girls. It seemed that all the girls that they =
passed were friendly and kind. It was a setting free from the =
challenging and more aggressive world of boys. Girls prefer to relate =
to one another rather than challenge one another for supremacy. So =
while Stephen and Robert were only ten years old, they did not feel =
overly uncomfortable their first day in dresses. Oh it was definitely =
different, and there would be times of rebellion, and even anger but =
those feelings would eventually go away as their new femininity took =
root deep in their young minds. Already their behavior was improving =
and by the end of the school year, Cynthia Stapleton will be overjoyed =
to welcome her children back into their home not as rude, sassy boys, =
but an children who have been remarkably changed into very sweet and =
delicate young ladies.
The four girls left Ms. Chandler's office and began their tour of the =
campus. For the second time that day the twins heard the change of =
period bell. The first time they had been swinging on trees and =
throwing a ball around, fully expecting to be enrolled in a school where =
they would be popular young ball players. Seeing the prettily uniformed =
girls spilling out all over the campus had greatly unnerved them. But =
now, they were dressed as girls themselves, with bare legs showing under =
pretty dresses and hair ribbons firmly fixed in their hair. Their nails =
were painted and their socks had lace on them. When they ran their =
tongue over their lips they tasted lipstick and they felt strangely =
different on the inside. Like girls! All the older girls knew that =
disobedient first year boys at the school were dressed as children to =
help them adjust to being girls, so they were very kind to the twins. =
They said things like, "Hi pretty girls", "I love your dress, Steffie", =
and "We're so glad to have you at Briarcliff, honey". Debbie and Carla =
made sure that the boys said thank you and curtsied sweetly when they =
were complimented by the older girls. It seemed like with each =
additional remark Robert and Stephen were losing their boyish identity =
more and more and entering deeply into the world of women and girls that =
their mother desired for them. The boys ate supper with the students, =
still dressed in their childish dresses but with little sweaters =
embroidered with pink flowers, thrown over their shoulders to help them =
keep warm and cozy in the Fall Wisconsin evening. After supper most of =
the girls were going to watch "The Little Princess", the movie being =
shown in the school theater. But Ms. Chandler had asked Debbie and =
Carla to take the boys shopping for night gowns for their mother had =
neglected to purchase sleepwear for her sons. So it was off to the mall =
for the twins.
At the mall, they went directly to the girl's section of a large =
department store and received some interesting looks from shoppers and =
salesgirls who wondered why such big girls like the twins were dressed =
in babyish dresses. It wasn't that they didn't look like girls, for =
they most certainly did. It was that they were not dressed according to =
their age. Debbie and Carla spotted the section where they sold =
nightgowns and pajamas and approached the young salesgirl on duty. =
Carla in a spirit of mischieviousness said, "Can you help me find some =
pretty nighties for my little brothers"? On hearing that, Stephen and =
Robert were so embarrassed that they blushed and let out a little =
shriek. Debbie herself was shocked that Carla would tell the salesgirls =
that the children were boys and said, "Debbie, what are you saying?" =
Carla, suddenly feeling defensive said, "Well, they are boys and besides =
Ms. Chandler will never know that we told anyone". The salesgirl, =
listening to all that was being said, looked at Robert and Stephen and =
said, Oh my, what darling boys. I'll be happy to find you pretty gowns =
to wear". She apparently though the whole think was funny and she was =
going to play along with the game thinking that maybe the boys were =
being punished for some reason. Of course, that was exactly what was =
happening. What she didn't know was that this was not a short term =
disciplinary action. These boys for all practical purposes would become =
girls from the seventh grade until they graduated from high school six =
years later. The salesgirl held up one pretty nightie after another and =
Debbie and Carla chose four night gowns apiece for the boys. All were =
silk or nylon, trimmed with ribbons and bows, edged with lace and =
ruffles and were nighties designed for the most feminine little girls. =
The salesgirl said, "Oh boys, you are just going to love sleeping in =
these". As they walked to the cashier desk, the salesgirl said, "Bye, =
bye little sweeties. Be good girls for your big sisters". Stephen and =
Robert just smiled as the words of the salesgirl registered in their =
little minds that were rapidly being totally feminized.
That night Robert and Stephen said goodnight to Debbie and Carla, =
thanking them for a wonderful day. The boys walked in their little =
dresses to their own dorms carrying shopping bags with their newly =
purchased night gowns. Robert knocked on the door and was greeted by =
his roommate Nancy who was already in a blue satin floor length night =
gown. She welcomed him and commented on what a cute little girl he =
made. Her hair was in rollers as she had beautiful curls during the =
day, and she asked Robert if he would help brush her hair out in the =
morning before classes. Robert agreed to help his roommate and excused =
himself while he took off his dress and got into his own nightie. Soon =
he was in bed and fast asleep, dreaming wonderful dreams. Stephen went =
to his dorm where he was rooming with Teresa whom he had already met. =
Teresa was a straight "A" student and was still studying at her desk in =
her school uniform. She greeted Robert in a friendly manner saying, "Hi =
little sis!", and she and urged him to get ready for bed. She said she =
would be coming to bed soon herself. Each of the students had twin beds =
and as the rooms were very large, they had lots of room to move around. =
Robert chose his pink baby doll nylon nightie and climbed in between his =
pink satin sheets. Wearing a silky gown and panties in a bed with satin =
sheets and pillow cases caused him to slide all around under the covers. =
He felt so much like a girl in his new setting, and soon drifted off to =
sleep wondering what his first day of classes as a little girl would be =
like.
I thought that you would be interested in hearing Jamie's thoughts on =
the experiences of the Stapleton twins. But let me tell you that Jamie =
also was doing quite well during his first week at school. Oh, he =
missed his mother and especially felt bad that I would not be there to =
brush out his almost waist length hair every evening. But fortunately =
he was assigned to a room where his roommate also had an abundance of =
beautiful hair. So Jamie and Stacy were perfect for each other and =
would virtually become one another's hairdressers. Stacy was a blonde =
also although her hair was more of an ash blonde while Jamie was =
definitely a golden blonde. So the second night that the two were in =
the dorm saw the girls fussing over one another's hair in the most =
loving fashion. Stacy said, "Let me do yours first, Jamie". She took =
her brush and brushed my son's hair for what must have been fifteen =
minutes. It looked so long and pretty when Stacy finished with it. =
Jamie's hair always had such a beautiful shine to it and brushing brings =
out the beautiful highlights. I thought about how poor boys miss out on =
such girlish fun with their unattractive short hair and crew cuts. Then =
Jamie did Stacy's hair and the two children, sitting there in their =
pretty night gowns doing each other's hair, were the epitome of American =
girlhood. I don't think that Jamie has a boyish thought left in his =
little mind and any mother would be proud to have my child as her =
daughter. I look forward to what Ms. Chandler's school is going to do =
for my child's development as a young lady and I trust that his =
education as a female and his constantly being in the presence of women =
and girls will enable him to grow up to take his proper place in society =
as a lovely young woman. I will certainly keep you informed as my my =
Jamie girl continues to let me know through his diary, all about his =
school and social activities at the Briarcliff School for Girls. End =
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"I Made my Son a Girl"
by Judigirl 9
Chapter #7 "The Harvest Festival"
Excitement was in the air at the Briarcliff School for Girls! It was =
Fall Harvest Festival time and this tradition was always one of the =
highlights of the school year. Girls being girls, they love to dress up =
and the harvest festival party would give them an opportunity to shed =
their schoolgirl uniforms and dress up in the most exotic, fashionable =
clothes available. The party started Friday morning as the girls put =
together their outfits, dressed and made up, practiced their skits and =
songs, and thought about how they might outdo one another at the evening =
gathering in the gymnasium. Jamie wrote about it all in his diary and I =
am privileged to share it with you now.
Jamie was as excited as any of the girls. His love for girl's clothes =
goes back to my putting him in the dresses when he was just a small =
child. Not knowing what effect brain patterns and natural boyish =
hormones would have on him, I went out of my way to make sure that he =
was feminized in the most thorough manner possible. As his mother, I =
decided that I wanted a little girl and I treated my child as if he were =
a naturally born female. Jamie wore nothing but silk and lace as a child =
and it was only with great reluctance that I even let him wear shorts, =
let alone pants. It was so satisfying for me to see that he loved his =
frilly dresses and that as he grew older his preference in clothing was =
no different from the sissiest of girls.=20
Two weeks before the festival, Stacy and Jamie were in their night =
gowns, brushing each other's blond hair when the topic of costumes for =
the party came up. "Stacy, what are you going to wear" asked Jamie. =
Stacy, a very lovely girl who loved pretty clothes as much as my son =
replied, "I'm thinking of going as Alice. I love the Alice in Wonderland =
story and I have a pretty blue dress that I can wear with a white =
pinafore. It should be lots of fun because my friend Barbara is going =
as the Queen of Hearts". She laughed saying, "So there are going to be =
at least two of us from Wonderland at the party". "That's so cute, =
Stacy. You'll be the prettiest girl there", replied Jamie. "Oh sure" =
said Stacy, "Maybe I would be if I wasn't rooming with the best looking =
girl in the school". Jamie blushed saying, "You are so sweet, =
roommate", and the two girls embraced. "But what are you going to wear, =
Jamie"? Jamie smiled prettily and said, "I'm going as Miss Scarlet =
O'Hara, from "Gone with the Wind"! "Wow"!!!!, exclaimed Stacy. =
"Scarlet O' Hara!!!! But where will you ever get your dress"? "I =
already checked with the dramatic arts department, Stacy, and they =
recently purchased several dresses fashioned after the Civil War era =
clothes for a production the senior class is going to do next year. My =
English teacher Miss White who helps with the plays told me I could =
wear one of them". "Oh Jamie, we are going to have such fun", laughed =
Stacy, as she brushed Jamie's long hair. "I can hardly wait"
The morning of the festival arrived and there was great activity in all =
of the dorms. The girls were running to and fro, buttoning up each =
other's dresses, applying makeup, making last minute alterations on =
costumes, and laughing and giggling as they saw one another for the =
first time in their chosen outfits and accessories. As Briarcliff was an =
exclusive girls school, one did not see cheaply put together costumes =
with little or no effort put into them. Rather as one walked about the =
dorms one saw an elaborately coifed thirteen year old Marie Antoinette, =
a very well made up Cinderella, glass slippers and all, and a cute =
little ten year old Peter Pan who looked like she was light enough to =
fly through the air with Wendy and the children. Princess Leia from =
"Star Wars" was there as was Wonder Woman with her bullet deflecting =
wrist bracelets. One girl was dressed as Margaret Thatcher in a very =
elegant burgundy jacket and skirt, looking like she just walked out of =
Number 10 Downing Street. Many of the seventh grade girls used the party =
as an excuse to wear high heels for the first time in their young lives. =
One particularly beautiful girl, wearing a long white satin gown cut to =
her proportions, who, when asked who she was, replied, I'm Claudia =
Schiffer, the fashion model! No one laughed because along with Jamie, =
she was one of the prettiest girls in the school and could very well be =
one of Eileen Ford's top models in ten years.
Right in the thick of all the activity was my son Jamie who was being =
helped into his billowing petticoats and skirts by Stacy. Stacy was =
already attired in her little blue Alice dress and looked adorable. Now =
she was working on Jamie to help him to be the Civil War era belle that =
he had chosen to imitate. Buttoning up his long dress from behind, Stacy =
said, "Jamie, this dress is absolutely ravishing. You are going to win =
first prize for the most beautiful costume". Jamie spun around when =
Stacy was finished and felt so lovely attired in his long dress and =
petticoats. Holding the side of his dress he turned and turned in front =
of the mirror wondering what it would have been like to dress like this =
every day as the lovely Southern girls in the
mid eighteen hundreds used to do. "This is such fun", he thought, and he =
swished back and forth around the room feeling the silky smoothness of =
his petticoats brushing against his legs. "Come here and let me do your =
make up, Jamie", said Stacy, awakening Jamie out of his dream world. I =
don't know what kind of cosmetics the girls used back then but you are =
going to have the best that is available today". Jamie gathered =
together his long skirts, sat at the vanity table and Stacy applied his =
make up and lipstick. Jamie was exceptionally pretty even without make =
up, but with it, he was as beautiful as any Southern beauty that walked =
the flower-filled gardens of the antebellum plantation mansions, =
carrying dainty parasols and sipping pink lemonade.
There was no afternoon meal served in the dining hall as the girls were =
too busy preparing for the evening's activities. Rather, lunch was =
delivered to the dorms by the catering service that was hired each year. =
The girls could hardly pull themselves away from their hair curling and =
dress modeling but Ms. Chandler poked her head into the various dorms to =
make sure her girls were taking time for lunch. She did not want anyone =
passing out from weakness during the dance or awards presentations later =
that evening. Ms. Chandler was also visiting the dorms to make sure =
that her special charges, namely the new boys in attendance at =
Briarcliff were doing well as they prepared for their first major social =
event at the school. The Harvest Festival was designed to be an =
enjoyable celebration but it also showcased the school for a select =
number of invited families who had shown an interest in sending their =
children here in the future. Consequently the headmistress did not want =
any of the boys inadvertently discrediting the school by being =
inappropriately dressed for the occasion. If any of the children were =
going to be prettily dressed, it most certainly was going to be the =
seventh grade boys. =20
Upon entering Jamie's room, Headmistress Chandler was not disappointed. =
Jamie smiled and taking the skirts of his long green and white gown in =
his hands, made a lovely curtsy to the headmistress. Ms. Chandler =
clasped her hands together in pure delight as she saw this most lovely =
boy child carry out this most feminine of gestures better than any girl =
she had known. She thought, "This child must never be allowed to be a =
boy again'. He is far too sweet a child to be subjected to the uncouth =
ways of men and boys". "Good Afternoon, Scarlet"!, said Ms. Chandler. =
"My, we are looking so lovely today". Then looking at Stacy she said, =
"And whom do we have here? Why I do believe you are the pretty girl who =
chased the rabbit down the hole"! The two girls laughed and Ms. =
Chandler swept both of them into her arms saying, "Such wonderful =
costumes, girls. I am so proud of you. I will look forward to seeing you =
this evening". As she left, Jamie and Stacy giggled like the school =
girls they were, proud that they had been commended by the headmistress =
herself.
Karen Chandler really did not expect to encounter problems with Jamie. =
Knowing his background of being raised as a girl gave her the assurance =
that he would not only be properly costumed but that he would also =
conduct himself in the manner of a well trained Briarcliff girl. But =
Julie Peterson was another story. The headmistress has a memory like an =
elephant and something deep within her makes her very angry when boys =
resist a woman's commands, especially when that woman is their very own =
mother. Karen is a very beautiful woman, ultra feminine in her dress =
and comportment but also a self confident leader who believes that the =
world would be a better place if influenced and governed by women rather =
than men. As a keen student of history she concluded that it was the =
male ego and lack of sensitivity that contributed to wars and violence, =
much of which could have been avoided if left in the hands of the =
genetically superior sex. While she does not classify herself as a =
feminist per se, she has definite feelings about female superiority and =
is determined that her girls enter the work place more fully qualified =
to compete than any male. So when a mere boy like Julie has the =
audacity to make a scene on campus on his first day of school, telling =
his mother, I'm not coming here", Karen was horrified. She thought, =
"This child should be ecstatic that he is going to be a girl. He should =
be hugging and thanking his mother instead of rebelling". So she made a =
mental note of his behavior. "Julie", she thought, "is going to be my =
special project". He is going to be a lady if I have to dress and train =
him myself".
But in spite of her good intentions, the demands of the first month of =
school kept her from supervising Julie the way she intended, so now, on =
the day of this important social event in the school calendar, she =
knocked on Julie's door with the hope that she would find a very demure, =
subdued little girl rather than the defiant boy that she had initially =
confronted. Julie's roommate Melanie opened the door and upon seeing =
the headmistress, curtsied, and said, "Good Afternoon, Headmistress =
Chandler". Ms. Chandler said, "Good afternoon Melanie! Oh you do look =
beautiful, honey!". Melanie was dressed as Cleopatra, having made use =
of one of the many movie costumes that were available at the school. =
"Where's Julie, honey", asked the headmistress. "I don't know Ms. =
Chandler, said Melanie. She took off after breakfast and I haven't seen =
her since. She has been acting funny lately and I have been worried =
about her". "What do you mean "funny", dear"?. "Well", replied Melanie, =
she has said lots of times this week that she wasn't a girl and that no =
one could make her be a girl and that she was going to run away. I told =
her that she was so a girl and that you would be angry if she kept =
saying that". Ms. Chandler quickly made her way to the telephone in the =
dormitory corridor and called Victoria, Kathleen and Paige, who always =
assisted her when the school needed to deal with rebellious boys. She =
instructed them to meet her in her office immediately where they would =
take care of this little matter before it could disrupt the jovial =
atmosphere of the Harvest Festival.
The Briarcliff School for Girls was situated on a four hundred and fifty =
acre campus with an abundance of hiking trails and a scenic lake that =
made Briarciff one of the most attractive prep school campuses in the =
country. Using their feminine intuition and the experience that they had =
had in the past dealing with boys resisting their feminization at =
Briarcliff, Ms.Chandler and her assistants drove the school station =
wagon directly to the beach house on the edge of the lake. As they =
emerged from the vehicle they saw the ten year old run from the house =
toward the trail. Kathleen who had taken Robert Stapleton under her wing =
on his first day of school and who was a superb athlete, quickly ran =
down the child, and scooped him up in her arms. A quick slap on the =
fanny stopped Julie's kicking immediately as she carried the boy back to =
the headmistress and the other girls. As Kathleen held him, Ms. Chandler =
let her displeasure be known. She said, "Julie, you have been a bad =
girl! Look at you! Where did you get those jeans? I am so disappointed =
in you. You apologized to me the first day after being rude to your =
mother and now just one month later you run away and I find you wearing =
boy's clothes. Honey, this will never do. Paige, will you please hand =
me the dress in the back of the car? "But Ms. Chandler", Julie began. =
"Be silent Julie. This is not a time to be talking". You will be =
disciplined for this very unladylike behavior. Now take off those =
ridiculous boy's clothes and put your dress on. Please help him girls".
As they drove back to the dorm area Ms. Chandler said, "Julie, you are =
not to leave my side for the rest of the day. In fact you are going to =
be the headmistresse's little helper through our harvest festival =
celebration. Looking at the girls she said, "I just got a wonderful =
idea. I was going to go dressed as Steffie G. the tennis star this =
evening, but since I am going to have Julie here constantly at my side, =
I have decided that I am going to be none other than Carol Ann Brady. =
And looking at Julie, now out of his unsightly jeans and back in a =
pretty dress, she said, "And you honey, my little rebel boy, are going =
to be my precious little girl, Cindy! We will attend the festival in =
mother and daughter dresses and you will be Cindy Brady! Julie again =
started to say something but Ms. Chandler put her hand up to Julie's =
lips saying, "Hush, my child, and start thinking of the different =
episodes that you have seen. You lucky little girl! You are going to =
be a member of the Brady Bunch tonight, the one about whom the song =
goes, "the youngest one in curls". Maybe everything does work out for =
the best girls. If Julie didn't run away I would never have thought of =
this and I have always wanted to have a little daughter that I could =
dress up like me, and now I do. Julie Peterson, you are going to be my =
new little daughter for the rest of the day. We must go and buy our =
mother and daughter dresses while the stores are still open". "But Ms. =
Chandler", Julie sighed, "I don't want............" Karen Chandler =
said, "Not another word, darling. Be happy that you were not punished =
more severely for leaving your dorm. Beside when I am through dressing =
you, you will be the prettiest and happiest little girl at school, for =
not everyone gets to be the headmistresse's little helper.
The headmistress thanked Victoria, Kathleen and Paige for helping her =
apprehend Julie and dropped them off in the dormitory area. Then alone =
with Julie, she drove directly to Ann's Boutique, a favorite women's and =
girls dress shop in town. Karen was excited about making Julie her =
daughter. She was in her early forties but had never been married, =
choosing instead to devote herself to making Briarcliff the best girl's =
prep school in the country. Perhaps if the right person came along she =
would consider it, but men were intimidated by both her beauty and her =
intelligence. She was well suited for the academic world but she dearly =
missed having children of her own. Consequently, the thought of taking a =
pretty young boy, and changing him into her daughter, if only for a day, =
appealed both to her maternal and dominant instincts. This would be an =
opportunity not only to properly feminize Julie, but to also show her =
love for him, thereby making it easier for him to be the girl that he =
was destined to be by his mother. If Julie responded favorably it would =
make it so much easier, but if he didn't, he was going to have to be a =
girl anyway. Like it or not, Julie would be in pretty girl's clothes. =
Karen fell in love with a set of light blue mother and daughter dresses =
that Carol Ann and Cindy most certainly would have worn during the early =
days of the television show. The dresses were full skirted and had cute =
belts around the waist. The hems were three or four inches above the =
knees and the dresses were designed to be worn with full slips. Karen =
took Julie into the girl's dressing room and put the dress on him. It =
fit perfectly as did hers when she tried it on. "Oh, this was such =
fun", thought Karen.
Looking at her watch and noticing that it was already 3:00 P.M., Karen =
picked out slips and panties for her and Julie and they proceeded to =
dress for the festival right at the store. Emerging from the dressing =
room, she looked at Julie and said, "Look at you dear. You are =
absolutely beautiful. See how you are wearing a dress just like mine"? =
Julie was alarmed. He had been thinking of running away from school all =
week and now, here he was in a dress shop, wearing a sissy dress and =
with the headmistress of the entire school making believe that they were =
mother and daughter. If only he had been a good boy back home, maybe =
his mother wouldn't have sent him here. But he had seen pictures of =
himself in the family album wearing dresses when he was four years old. =
Maybe his mother would have done this anyway. Julie felt confused, but =
one thing was clear. He had better go along with the headmistress as he =
could see that she would not permit him to act like a boy at all. Julie =
was very right about that. Karen was really getting in to this and she =
treated Julie just like a daughter. Ordering him to take smaller steps, =
buying him a little purse to carry, spraying perfume on his wrist and =
behind his ears, touching up his lips with her very own lipstick and =
constantly calling him honey and sugar, let the boy know that he was a =
daughter now, not a male child at all. Dressed in identical outfits, =
they were ready to return to the campus when Karen said, "Oh, just one =
more thing, Julie"!
Karen took her new daughter's hand and led him to an area of the shop =
where they had very expensive jewelry, including earrings. Julie, =
sensing what Ms. Chandler had in mind tried to jerk away but she =
physically restrained him and sat him down in the chair. Summoning a =
salesgirl that she knew, she said, "Colleen, this little boy needs to =
have both ears pierced. Will you do it honey?". Oh the shame of it all. =
She told the salesgirl that he was a boy. He didn't know why she did =
that but it apparently didn't make any difference to Colleen for she =
came over and quickly pierced his ears. It stung just for a moment and =
then Julie felt her placing little earrings in the newly drilled holes. =
As she did, this sweet little lad, his boyish spirit broken, folded his =
hands on top of his skirt and accepted that Ms. Chandler has won the =
battle for his sexual identity. He was in a dress and panties, wore =
earrings and accepted the fact that he was the new daughter of the =
headmistress of the Briarcliff School for girls. But his boyish nature =
would make one final attempt to gain control that evening, before being =
extinguished forever.
At six o'clock P.M. the girls and faculty of Briarcliff marched into the =
dining hall in the most colorful and elaborate display of costumes that =
anyone had ever seen. Even the kitchen help and the janitorial staff =
stopped what they were doing to come and see the girls parade into the =
area. Leading the parade of brightly costumed women and girls was none =
other than Carol Ann and Cindy Brady. As Julie's hair was still not =
long enough to braid, Ms. Chandler had placed an expensive child's blond =
wig on his head, with two delightful braids tied with blue silk ribbons =
to match his dress. Right behind Carol Ann and Cindy, were two girls =
dressed like Marcia and Jan, thus completing the female Brady Bunch cast =
members except for Alice, whom no one wanted to be. Of course everyone =
made a fuss over cute little Cindy, who just happened to be a boy. Then =
it happened! Julie tried thinking, I'm a boy! I'm a boy! But it just =
wasn't working. As everyone continued to tell him how cute he was, he =
felt a wave of girlishness flowing over him. The senior girl dressed as =
Marcia Brady came over, picked him up and kissed him, making him blush, =
and causing him to feel more like a girl. He looked down at himself and =
thought, I'm really wearing a girl's dress like Ms. Chandler's. I'm =
wearing mary Jane's. He reached up and touched his hair and felt the =
ribbon that Ms. Chandler had placed there. Even as he walked he was =
aware of the sensation of the white tights that the headmistress made =
him wear under his dress. Then Julie had one final moment of panic. He =
could either run for his life, or he could yield. With a precious tear =
in his eye, a tear as sweet as any little girl ever shed, Julie made his =
decision. Walking over to the headmistress he embraced her around the =
waist, and said, "I'm your daughter now, Ms. Chandler. At last the =
battle was really over. Julie gave up on being a boy and could get on =
with his life as a young lady at Briarcliff. =20
Every person has a defining moment in their life and for young Julie it =
came at the Harvest Festival. That it was a turning point in his life =
cannot be denied in that Julie helped Ms. Chandler the rest of the =
evening in every possible way. He was constantly at her side greeting =
students, faculty and visitors alike and went out of his way to acquire =
refreshments for the guests with whom she was talking. When she =
introduced him as her daughter Cindy in the spirit of the evening, he =
curtsied with a sweet smile on his face. Even the real girls at the =
school noticed the blossoming femininity of Julie and they were so happy =
for him. Now he would fit in so much better. Even Jamie saw what was =
happening, and dressed in his breath taking Scarlet O'Hara gown, came =
over and embraced Julie saying, "Oh Julie, I knew you were a girl on the =
inside right from the beginning". The two hugged and one could see the =
genuine delight in their eyes. As all the girls intermingled and the =
music supplied by an all girl musical group began to play, all eyes =
turned to the Staptleton twins as they entered the dining hall dressed =
as Shirley Temple and Goldilocks. Apparently the twins still had not =
outgrown the very childish outfits they were required to wear and Robert =
did look adorable with his hair in ringlet curls as if he had just =
disembarked from the Good Ship Lollypop. His little sailor dress was =
darling and the big sister assigned to him on his first day of school, =
who was dressed as Princess Diana, was holding his hand. His brother =
Stephen, attired as Goldilocks, was wearing a red dotted Swiss dress =
made for a little girl together with the sweetest bonnet. His big sister =
was with him, dressed as a drum majorette, complete with a high hat, =
short skirt, and twirling baton.=20
After a wonderful meal, the girls began to file into the elaborately =
decorated gymnasium for the dance. A junior girl in a striking catsuit =
borrowed from the Broadway play, "Cats" danced with a Spanish senorita =
in a full skirt from Barcelona. My Jamie, attired in his Scarlet O'Hara =
dress, was spun around by his teacher Victoria White, who was dazzling =
in the top hat, spangled tights and cane of a Las Vegas Show girl. Ms. =
Chandler was out on the floor dancing with her daughter Julie, causing =
some of the girls to cry, knowing that Julie had finally accepted his =
femininity. Over all I am happy to say that the Briarcliff Harvest =
Festival was a marvelous success, gave the girls something to talk about =
for weeks and made me even more happier that I chose the Briarcliff =
School for Girls for my son.
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"I Made my Son a Girl" #8=0Dby Judigirl 9=0D"Home for the =
=0DHolidays!"=0D=0D=0DThe Thanksgiving holidays were upon us and I was =
so very excited because my Jamie and his roommate Stacy, along with two =
of their girlfriends, were flying in today for the four day weekend. It =
was going to be a wonderful reunion because Eve Jones, mom's good friend =
from England whom we had visited three years ago, was going to be in =
town together with her grand daughter Andrea, who was first changed into =
a little girl during our stay at the Jones mansion in Southhampton. They =
would be arriving tomorrow. I was so interested in hearing how Andrea =
was getting along seeing that she and Jamie, as former boys, had so much =
in common. Andrea, now thirteen years old, was going to stay with us =
while his grandmother would stay with mom, so our big house was going to =
be put to good use.=0D=0DI drove to the Madison airport and stood =
nervously in the waiting area as their plane taxied up to the gate. =
After several travellers emerged from the plane, I heard girlish =
laughter and in the next few seconds I was surrounded by excited, =
giggling, pre teenage girls. Jamie, looking darling in a red jumper =
dress with a ruffled hem, threw his arms around me. "Hi Mom!, he said. I =
want you to meet my girlfriends!". This is my roommate Stacy, he =
exclaimed, pointing to a long haired girl in a red sweater and hunter =
green plaid skirt. And this is Julie and Teresa! "Oh, I recognize those =
names", I thought to myself. "Jamie had mentioned them in his letters =
to me". After our initial introductions, Jamie and Stacy, both eleven =
years old and holding hands like sisters, walked ahead of us toward the =
baggage claim area, while I walked a little behind with eleven year old =
Julie, and Teresa, who was twelve. I thought, "This is going to be an =
interesting weekend", for I knew that Julie, the pretty girl in the blue =
denim skirt with a ribbon in her hair, was a boy. And Teresa, while a =
real girl, attired in a black and white suspender skirt set, was the =
roommate of one of the now famous Stapleton twins.=0D=0DWe picked up the =
girl's luggage and made our way to the parking garage as the girls =
chatted about school and the coming weekend. The ride to our lakeside =
home was a short one and the girls told me about their school =
activities, especially the Fall Harvest event that was still fresh in =
their minds three weeks later. "Mom, I wish girls still wore Civil War =
era dresses, Jamie beamed. "Did you like the full skirts hon, I =
replied. "Oh yes mom, I felt so pretty in them". It was apparent that my =
son had lost none of his enthusiasm for being a young lady at =
Briarcliff. I smiled and thought to myself, "I certainly sent him to the =
right school". It was also at the Harvest Festival that little mini =
skirted Julie in the back seat had finally given up being a boy and =
became the honorary adopted daughter of Karen Chandler, the headmistress =
of Briarcliff. Julie makes a wonderful girl and his mother is going to =
be so proud when she sees what a little lady he has =
become.=0D=0DArriving at our home, our new houskeeper Elizabeth showed =
the girls where they would be staying. Jamie had kind of taken Julie =
under his wing after Julie's acceptance of his feminization so I thought =
that it would be sweet to have them share Jamie's room. Julie, who has =
only been a girl for a short time, never had a pretty room before, so =
sharing Jamie's totally girlish room would be a treat for him. His =
little eyes lit up as he entered and saw Jamie's canopy bed with the =
silk and lace ruffled bedspread. He noticed Jamie's collection of =
daintily dressed dolls on his shelves and the soft stuffed animals on =
his bed. He brushed aside Jamie's ruffled curtain with his hand and saw =
the lovely lake, thinking what a wonderful place this must have been for =
Jamie to grow up as a little girl. Julie was truly changed after being =
forced to wear mother and daughter dresses with Karen Chandler the night =
of the Festival. As he followed her around as a little girl that night, =
he was being transformed in an almost magical, wonderful way into a girl =
child. He tried to resist but the dress, the panties, the hair ribbon =
and the comments of Karen's friends, immersed him in a deep sea of =
femininity from which he was unable to surface. Karen Chandler had seen =
this happen before and felt that she had successfully led another boy =
child into the delightful world of girls.=0D=0DStacy and Teresa who were =
real girls, would sleep in a large adjoining bedroom and when Andrea =
arrived tomorrow, he would share a room with them. Elizabeth served a =
delicious meal consisting of pork roast with apple sauce, mint and side =
dishes of candied yams and fresh peas. I had to remind her that =
tomorrow was our big meal, not tonight, and that I couldn't have the =
girls going back to school a dress size larger. After supper, as it was =
starting to get late, I said, "Girls, why don't you run upstairs and =
slip into your nightgowns so we can watch the movie that I rented for =
us, before bedtime"? Jamie and the girls excused themselves and started =
to run upstairs to change out of their dresses. "Girls, I shouted, we =
do not run. Remember we are young ladies". Jamie stopped in his =
tracks, saying "Sorry mom", and started to walk up the stairs like a =
proper girl. I really don't mean to be hard on him but I still have a =
subconscious fear that the boy in him will surface. I do not want that =
to happen and I encourage girlish behavior whenever I am able. =
=0D=0DSoon the girls had their dresses hanging neatly in their closets =
and came downstairs dressed like little princesses in their prettiest =
little girl gowns. Jamie let Julie borrow one of his nighties and Julie =
looked just darling in a knee length pink nylon gown with matching =
panties. It was a perfect outfit for a boy, I thought. Why shouldn't =
boys be allowed to wear pretty clothes? After seeing how darling the =
children looked, I couldn't help thinking that even if I had a family of =
five boys, they would all be in pretty dresses and frilly nightgowns. =
Girls are so much nicer and more fun to have around. Julie looked so =
happy in his nightie and I could see that he was glad to be a girl. =
Jamie chose a white satin gown with pretty pink ribbons running through =
the lace edged puffy sleeves and with dainty lace trimming around the =
hem. Stacy was lovely with her waist length hair flowing over her =
shoulders in a gown of blue silk, with delicate embroidery on the sheer =
bodice. Teresa was wearing pink nylon pajamas with a lacy collar and =
lace on the cuffs and pant bottoms. They were very pretty, although I =
never let Jamie wear pajamas while he was growing up, preferring to have =
my child in skirts, even when he was sleeping. Teresa was a real girl =
though, and no one would ever say that she was anything but girlish in =
pink satin.=0D=0DWe all cuddled up on the oversized couch in front of =
our large screen television set. I was in my favorite floor length black =
gown with lace trim across the bodice and on the hem and I felt so happy =
to have a house full of young misses with whom to enjoy the holidays. I =
felt so sorry for my new neighbor friend Jan, who unfortunately has four =
boys. After the first child she kept praying for a girl, but was =
disappointed each time. As Jan cannot have anymore children, I think =
that she might be taking matters into her own hands. I haven't said =
anything to her yet about Jamie's actually being a boy, but I am dying =
to tell her as the last time I stopped by her house to borrow a cup of =
sugar, I couldn't help noticing that her four year old was wearing nail =
polish. Jan saw me looking at his hands and seemed to be embarrassed. =
She apologized saying, Oh, he's so silly. He insisted that I let him =
wear it this one time". Then she changed the subject. However I believe =
that Jan may very well be playing dress up with little Patrick when her =
husband is off to work and the older boys have left for school. Knowing =
her frustration at not having a little girl to dress up and fuss over, I =
would not be shocked if I went over there one day and saw Patrick in a =
dress and answering to the name, Patricia. I would not blame her at all =
as Patrick is a cute child, small for his age, and would make a =
wonderful daughter for his mother. I could give her so many helpful =
hints as my Jamie has lived as a girl for all eleven years of his life. =
Maybe I should give Jan some of Jamie's little dresses to encourage her =
to sissify Patrick. She really ought to do it while he is young and =
adaptable.=0D=0DWe watched the old classic movie, "Raintree County", =
with Elizabeth Taylor and Eva Marie Saint. The girls, especially Jamie, =
loved the pretty dresses that the stars were wearing. I suggested that =
we do each other's nails as we watched and soon we were all fussing with =
nail polish. Being boys, and required to wear nail polish at all times =
at Briarcliff, Jamie and Julie already had pretty nails. But they wanted =
to experiment with new shades of red and pink so we applied remover and =
started from scratch. Julie, the newest girl in our midst walked over to =
me in his pink nightie and demurely asked me to do his. I said, "Oh I'd =
be glad to honey, and I began applying a lovely shade of red that was =
just right for him." Julie looked at his nails admiringly and showed =
them to the other girls. Soon we all had pretty nails and found that we =
were having so much fun that we were hardly paying attention to the =
movie. Looking at the little pearl earrings that Julie had in his ears =
made me think that tomorrow, I will let him borrow a pair of my dangling =
earrings. Two earrings are so cute on a boy and I think I can find a =
pair of dangling ones that will look darling with his Thanksgiving =
outfit. When the movie was over the girls all kissed me good night and =
went up to bed, thinking about how much fun it was to be pretty, wear =
colorful soft clothes and just be young girls who are loved by all. And =
Jamie, brushing his waist length hair before climbing under the covers =
of his white satin sheets thought, "I wonder what Andrea is going to =
look like"? My sweetie recalled the fateful day when a poorly kicked =
soccer ball resulted in Andrew Jones being put in petticoats for good. =
Soon the little ladies were in dreamland.=0D=0DHappy Thanksgiving! The =
words rang throughout the house as girlish energy was released bright =
and early on Thursday morning. After a light breakfast of blueberry =
pancakes and a variety of flavored spice teas, the girls took off their =
robes to get into their holiday dresses. Mrs. Jones was coming to drop =
Andrea off at noon and all the children wanted to look their prettiest =
to meet the "girl" from England. Julie still didn't have a lot of girl's =
clothes so I said to Jamie, "Honey, why don't you let Julie borrow your =
red velvet dress with the lace trim? He'd be so pretty in that". Jamie =
said, "Sure mom, he can wear it". Jamie searched his rather large walk =
in closet filled with stylish dresses that would be the envy of any =
girl, and handed Julie the dress his mother suggested. "Try it on Julie. =
We're the same size and it should fit perfectly". Julie took the =
dress, an absolutely beautiful long sleeved red velvet dress with pearl =
buttons in the front. Julie, who had already put on his white nylon =
training bra and panties under his white nylon lace slip, carefully put =
the dress over his head. It fell to just above his knees and looked =
darling. Clearly becoming more of a girl with each passing day, he =
twirled around, watching himself in the mirror. Jamie said, "Julie it =
will look even prettier if you wear white tights with it". "Ok", said =
Julie. Reaching into his lingerie drawer Jamie found a pair of new =
white tights that his mother had bought for him and handed them to =
Julie. Julie slipped them on under his dress and pulled them up, =
feeling delightfully girlish. His little black patent leather shoes =
with very thin straps completed his very stylish outfit. "Oh Julie", =
Jamie sighed, "you look so pretty". Julie, not knowing what to say, =
smiled and made a little curtsy. Then both former boys embraced in a =
girlish hug and giggled like the sweet sisters they had become.=0D=0DI =
had bought Jamie's Thanksgiving outfit through a catalogue and knew that =
he would just love it. It was a pullover style in forest green with a =
mock turtleneck collar and a Thanksgiving day motif. The short skirt was =
edged with little turkeys, pumpkins, pilgrims and colorfully dressed =
Indians. Jamie worn white tights and shiny mary jane shoes with it and I =
put a green bow in his hair to match his dress. My little girl looked =
good enough to eat. Stacy was in a floral printed tea length dress with =
a triple tiered collar and ruffled hem. She was wearing red shoes and =
was also in white tights. A red ribbon adorned Stacy's long blond hair. =
Teresa was dressed in a stonewashed pleated jumper with a white long =
sleeved top that was too cute for words. All my girls looked so lovely. =
At 12:00 noon, while the girls were setting the table and doing odd =
chores to help me get ready for our big meal, the door bell rang. Jamie =
yelled, "I'll get it mom", and walked hurriedly toward the door. I'm so =
glad that he has learned to walk nicely like a girl now and not run as =
if he were a silly boy. He opened the door and standing there before him =
was Mrs. Jones and the cutest dressed little girl that one could =
possibly imagine. It was Andrea, and to be totally honest, I have rarely =
seen a little girl dressed as prettily as she. Andrea was in a little =
girl's white lace dress with a full lining, short puffy sleeves, and a =
ruffled satin collar. The dress had a minature rose on the left side of =
the collar and it buttoned up the back. Andrea looked like a living =
doll, and was actually carrying a little doll that was attired in a =
dress identical to his own, down to the little rosette. I soon was at =
the door myself and warmly embraced Eve Jones and her totally =
transformed grandson, who would most certainly fit in, in our very =
feminine household. After a brief time of catching up, Eve excused =
herself as she was having dinner at mom's house. She kissed Andrea =
goodbye and left this thirteen year old child who was dressed more like =
a six year old with the rest of us.=0D=0DAndrea was sitting meekly on =
the couch and after Mrs. Jones left all the girls went over to him. =
They knew that he used to be a boy and understood the reason for his =
childish clothes. Boys like Andrea and Julie who were not lucky enough =
to be raised as girls from infancy should not be thrust into a feminine =
world without experiencing some of the joys of youth that are part of =
being female. Karen Chandler knew this better than anyone and that is =
why so many mothers desirous of transforming their sons into young =
ladies chose the Briarcliff School for girls.They knew that she had a =
reputation for bringing a child along at a pace that will assure his =
total feminization, and of course that was their desire for their sons. =
The headmistress learned in the early days of the school that frilly, =
lace and ruffled dresses that very little girls wear have a very =
feminizing affect on young boys. Putting a resisting boy in girl's jeans =
or shorts would not accomplish anything in the long run. But making him =
wear short ruffled dresses, dainty slips, and lace trimmed satin panties =
reach the very depths of his impressionable mind. Apparently Eve Jones =
knew this too, and consequently she was determined that Andrea learn to =
be a little girl for a few years before he is exposed to bras, tight =
skirts, sheer pantyhose and other big girl clothes that were to be a =
part of his future life. I thought of the Stapleton twins and reminded =
myself that I must ask Teresa how her rommate Roberta is getting along =
in his second month as a girl. Karen had both boys in baby dresses and I =
hoped that they were becoming the girls that everyone knew they should =
be.=0D=0DTeresa, who was Roberta Stapleton's roommate was fascinated by =
Andrea and said, "Andrea, tell us all about yourself". Andrea was a =
couple of years older than the other girls but they kind of took the =
lead in the conversation seeing that Andrea was dressed like a little =
girl. They started asking him all kinds of questions such as, "Is your =
mom ever going to let you wear big girl's dresses? Who does your hair, =
Andrea? Do you go to a girl's school like us? How many dolls do you =
have? Andrea seemed a little flustered and I said, "Girls, give her time =
to be here a while. We have all day to get acquainted and I'm sure =
Andrea will be happy to answer all of your questions". This apparently =
made Andrea feel better because he started to open up seeing that all =
the girls accepted him for who he is. He said, "Mom promised to let me =
wear more grown up styles if I am a good girl on this trip to the United =
States". The girls smiled and Teresa said, "That's neat, Andrea. My =
roommate at school still has to wear baby dresses. I don't think Ms. =
Chandler is going to let him or his brother wear our school uniform all =
semester". "Was he bad"?, asked Andrea. "No", said Teresa, "it's just =
that he is new at being a girl and the headmistress thinks this will =
help him like being a girl more. He is awfully cute and his brother is =
dressed just like him. All the girls treat the twins as their baby =
sisters." Andrea smiled and felt a little better to hear that he was =
not the only one who had to wear the frilly dresses of a little girl. =
When Jamie, who has a considerable doll collection, commented on =
Andrea's doll, Andrea said that his grandmother made him carry a doll =
with him where ever he went. "She told me that I need to learn how to =
play like a girl." Stacy, who was listening to every word, liked Andrea =
a lot, and as they were talking, took out a brush and started to brush =
his hair which was as long as a girls. It seemed that Andrea would fit =
right in with all of us as we prepared to celebrate the holiday with a =
large roast turkey and all the trimmings.=0D=0DElizabeth served dinner =
and I was pleased to see that all the girls were extremely polite and =
acted like perfect ladies. Andrea shared about his life in England =
telling us how his former boyfriends learned that he was becoming a =
girl. At first he often fought against his grandmother's determination =
to make him a girl and even threw temper tantrums for which he was =
spanked. When the spanking didn't seem to change his ways, his =
grandmother devised new punishments for him, the most effective of which =
was to take him out as a boy wearing some particular article of girl's =
clothing in order to embarrass him. This first occurred less than a =
month after he was first put into dresses. He had been very surly the =
whole week and his grandmother told him to get dressed in his polo shirt =
and boys shorts, as they were going out together. Andrew was overjoyed =
thinking that maybe she has decided to let him be a boy afterall. He =
acted very sure of himself as they went out the door and even carefully =
checked out the soccer field as they drove by to see if he saw any of =
his friends. As it was Saturday, a few of the boys were out there =
practicing their moves. He would have to do a lot of explaining, but at =
least he would be in pants and with boys again. But as the Jone's =
chauffeur driven car turned the corner, Andrew saw them stopping in =
front of the Carousel Beauty Salon, his mom's beauty shop. "Get out, =
Andrea!", his grandmother said. Andrea told us how he was forced to go =
into the store and sit in the chair as the stylist threw a pink smock =
around him and styled his hair. When she was done, she tied a large =
yellow silk ribbon in his hair, according to his grandmother's =
instruction, and told him that now he looked pretty like a girl. After =
paying the stylist, grandmother and grandson walked out to the car and =
drove back to the soccer field.=0D=0DAndrew's little heart almost =
stopped when the chauffeur stopped the car and he heard his grandmother =
say again, "Get out, Andrea! And don't you dare touch your hair ribbon!" =
"No, Grandma, I can't!". Yes, you will you, honey! I am going to teach =
you a lesson that you will not soon forget". Taking him by the arm, she =
almost had to push and pull her grandson towards the boys, who by this =
time had stopped playing and were watching what was happening. The three =
boys looked shocked as they saw that it was Andrew with a yellow ribbon =
in his hair looking just like a sissy. They had heard rumors about =
Andrew not being a boy anymore but they could hardly believe it. Now =
they saw for themselves and heard Andrew's grandmother say to them, =
"Boys, Andrea will not be able to play soccer with you anymore for you =
see he is becoming a little girl. Look at his pretty hair ribbon and =
the way his hair is styled. And then, to the complete amazement of =
everyone, including Andrew, she reached into her linen shopping bag, =
took out a bright yellow wrap around skirt with dainty flowers on the =
pocket, and wrapped it around her grandson, right in front of the boys. =
"Stand still Andrea", she said, as she tied it in the back. The boys =
gasped and Andrew burst into tears, but Mrs. Jones had made her point. =
Taking Andrew by the hand she said, "Say goodbye to the boys, Andrea". =
Andrew half whispered a little goodbye and was led off in his skirt and =
hair ribbon, never to play with boys again.=0D=0DWell, my Jamie and his =
friends were held spellbound as Andrea told them the first of many =
stories that he would share with the younger girls. "Wow, Andrea", said =
Julie. "That's wild! What did your grandmother do to you when you got =
home"? Andrea said, =
"She told me that she was sorry that she had to embarrass =
me in front of my friends but that it didn't a matter because from now =
on all my friends would be girls. Grandma Jones forbid me to play with =
boys and never let me wear boy's clothes again. When my mother and =
father returned from Australia, they immediately liked me as their new =
daughter and told me that I would be home schooled so that I could wear =
dresses all the time. I pleaded with them, but mom said that I was too =
unmanagable as a boy and that being trained as a young lady would be =
good for me. Even dad thought it was going to be fun having a new =
daughter. They instructed our maids Amanda and Susan to treat me like a =
girl and warned them that they would be let go if they didn't help make =
me a girl. So Amanda and Susan went out of their way to make me a sissy, =
and both treated me like a little sister. Sometimes I helped them dust, =
iron clothes or go shopping, always wearing a dress. Mom invited lots =
of neighbor girls over and there were birthday parties, slumber parties, =
and tea parties all of which were designed to make me more of a girl".=0D =
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When Andrea was through talking, all the girls gave him a big hug and =
told him they were sorry that he had to go through so much, but they =
were glad that he was now one of them. Andrea said, I'm glad I'm a girl =
too, and that soon I will be able to wear more grown up dresses like all =
of you. As Elizabeth began to remove the dishes, we all retreated into =
the den to enjoy our dessert of strawberry ice cream and cookies, while =
talking about the exciting things that we had planned for the remainder =
of the holiday. I was feeling very happy surrounded by my pretty Jamie =
and his little friends. Later that night while all of the girls were =
sleeping my mind turned towards my neighbor Jan and I determined in my =
mind that I was going to help my friend have the little girl for whom =
she has always wished. I am so fortunate having a houseful of "little =
women" and I would like to show my thanks by helping Jan turn little =
Patrick into Patricia. But that is another story! =0D=0DEnd of Chapter =
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"I Made my Son a =
Girl" #9=0D =
by Judigirl 9=0D =
"Rainy Day Fun"!=0D=0DIt was the day after Thanksgiving, and from =
our dining room breakfast table, the girls and I watched the driving =
rain fall into the waters of beautiful Lake Mendota. It was a chilly =
autumn day in lovely Wisconsin. We had had such a wonderful day =
yesterday as Andrea shared story after story of his life as a new girl =
in England. For ten years Andrea was Andrew, a normal boy with boyish =
interests in sports and games but in one fateful moment, Andrew's life =
was forever changed as his grandmother decided that he should be a girl. =
As I looked at him sipping tea, attired in a crinkle-textured pink gown =
and matching chenille ballerina slippers, I thought "What a lovely child =
he has become". His brown hair was long like Jamie's and he was every =
inch the young lady. I loved the two little pink bows that adorned both =
sides of his head. Our house guest Julie, and my child Jamie, used to be =
boys also, but on this Friday morning no one would have known it for =
they too were dressed as girls, in lace trimmed blue and ivory nylon =
nighties. Stacy and Teresa of course were born as girls, and as usual =
they were prettily attired, but they were not any lovelier than the =
three newest additions to the feminine gender. I was so happy for the =
boys as I knew that they would totally miss out on being thrown into the =
harsh, competitive world of males where they would forever have to prove =
themselves in the market place and on the playing fields. No, these =
children would be spared all that and would learn about fashion, make =
up, and hair styling, and all the other marvelous things that make =
girlhood so delightful. As I looked at each of the children I could =
tell that they were happy being girls and I determined that I would do =
all that I could to help them grow up to be lovely young =
ladies.=0D=0DBut what does one do to entertain a thirteen year old, a =
twelve year old and three eleven year old girls on a rainy Friday =
morning? We are all excited about "The Great All-American Doll Show" to =
which I will be taking them tomorrow but I wanted today to be a fun time =
for the girls too. Well, I underestimated the creativity of little =
girls because no sooner had I started thinking about some activity when =
Jamie suggested, "Let's play dress-up!" I thought "Good girl, Jamie!". =
Not only will that be fun but it will give our newest girl Julie a =
chance to learn more about being a girl. The girls got all excited about =
that because Jamie had told them about the trunks of old clothes that we =
had in the attic and the many closets of dresses from which they could =
choose. I said that I would help out and told the girls that they could =
try on my clothes too as long as they didn't go into my one closet where =
I kept my most expensive outfits. I loved my girls but I didn't want =
them accidently ripping my expensive business suits or designer gowns. =
Jamie, bless his heart said, "Mom, can we help clear the table for you". =
Elizabeth, our housekeeper, was off this morning and Jamie was so =
thoughtful. The five girls quickly removed the dishes, stacked them in =
the dishwasher and after wiping the table, were off to dress up in =
whatever their little hearts fancied. We so often express our =
personalities in what we wear and I was especially interested in seeing =
what outfits the boys would choose.=0D=0DI took off my robe and =
nightgown and slipped into a red full skirted daytime dress before =
making my way upstairs to see what my darlings were doing. I thought, =
"How sad it is that many boys with girlish tendencies have to secretly =
borrow their sisters clothes when their sisters are not at home. They =
enjoy pretty dresses and panties so very much but they can only wear =
them when they are alone and there is always the fear that someone will =
discover them". I thought, "Mothers just have to be more understanding =
and recognize that they may have sons who desperately want to be their =
daughters rather than boys". Well, I was going to make certain that =
Andrea, Julie and my son would not have to sneak around in dresses. I =
want them to know that it is perfectly fine for a boy to dress and =
behave like a girl, and I am going to encourage them to be as girlish as =
they can be. I knocked on the door of the master bedroom and heard a =
little voice say "Come in". Upon entering, I was just delighted to see =
Julie wearing my wedding gown of silk, satin and silk organza. Under his =
bridal dress he was wearing an adorable white satin petticoat =
embroidered with dainty white roses and very lacy satin panties with =
delicate bows. Holding a little bouquet of artificial flowers that Jamie =
had found for him, he was darling, the picture of innocence and =
femininity. "Oh Julie", I said, tears filling my eyes. "You are =
lovely"! I realized that this child could have grown up as a boy and =
would have missed out on ever wearing a bridal dress. But here he was =
looking so wonderfully girlish and feminine. I couldn't resist hugging =
him and picking him up in my arms, saying, "Honey, you are truly a =
girl". And he was. Anyone who would deprive Julie of the opportunity =
to be a pretty Miss would be very cruel. This boy is far too lovely to =
be anything but a young maiden. Jamie was standing there in his ivory =
colored silk nightgown and panties, having spent all his time helping =
Julie get dressed. I said, "Honey, aren't you going to dress up too"? =
My sweet girl said, "Yes, mother, but I wanted to make sure that all the =
girls found an outfit first". That's my Jamie, always thinking about =
others, just like a girl.=0D=0DTaking Julie by the hand and noticing =
that his red nails looked so pretty, I said, "May I escort the lovely =
bride? Julie smiled and curtsied saying, "Yes ma'am, and balancing on =
his three inch heels, we went looking for the other girls. Julie had =
never worn high heels before and was holding on to me tightly but I =
said, "Honey, you are doing just fine. It takes a girl a little time to =
get used to wearing heels. But you will love them more and more as you =
begin to wear them often. Julie's legs, clad in the sheer white =
pantyhose that Jamie had given him looked so lovely. I thought, "Julie =
will never go back to being a boy". He is too suited to being a girl." =
Jamie, Julie and I heard giggling coming from one of the other bedrooms =
on the second floor of our home. We knocked and heard Teresa say in a =
playful voice, "Who is it"? I said, "It's the beautiful bride and her =
attendants. May we come in"? "Yes, you may", said Teresa. We entered =
the room and Andrea, Stacy and Teresa oohed and ahhed as they saw Julie =
in his bridal dress. "You are gorgeous Julie", said Stacy. "He is =
totally beautiful", responded Teresa. I looked around the room and said, =
"Where's Andrea"? Teresa and Stacy smiled and said, "Come on out =
Andrea!". Well, the walk in closet door opened and out stepped Andrea, =
dressed in a western style red blouse with double ruffles and a =
four-tier skirt with multi color ruffles and broomstick pleating. Andrea =
put his hands on his hips just like a girl and gave us a big smile. I =
said, "Howdy partner!" He looked darling and told us how when he was =
little he used to watch American westerns on British television, and =
always wanted to be a cowboy. "Well, he came close", I thought, "but the =
macho cowboys of the old West didn't wear broomstick skirts". I said, =
"You almost had your wish hon. But you're a cowgirl, not a =
cowboy".Andrea just smiled, knowing that it was true.=0D=0DLooking at =
Jamie, Stacy and Teresa, I said, "Why don't I take the bride and the =
cowgirl downstairs to help me bake some chocolate chip cookies while you =
girls find outfits for yourselves to wear"? The girls readily agreed =
and so Julie in his white satin high heels, holding his skirts slightly =
off the floor, made his way towards the door. Andrea, in his long =
western skirt and red cowgirl boots followed and the three of us went =
downstairs wondering what the other girls would come up with in the way =
of costumes. Jamie knew exactly what he wanted to wear. Ever since I =
enrolled him in ballet class when he was eight, Jamie has liked short =
ballerina dresses. He is very graceful for a boy and showed great =
promise as a dancer until he hurt his ankle and discontinued classes. =
But dancing in Swan Lake as a pretty girl had left an impression on him =
and he told Teresa and Stacy that he was going to put on his pink tutu =
and pink ballet shoes. Jamie's favorite color has always been pink and I =
have tried to add pink dresses, hair bows, sweaters, and lingerie to his =
wardrobe whenever we went shopping. I think that it is important that a =
girl coordinate her dresses and lingerie, and not mix up her colors. I =
have insisted that if Jamie chose a white slip, then his bra and panties =
should be white too. But my little darling loves pink so much that I =
think he wears pink panties even when he may be in a white or pale blue =
slip. What is a mother to do? I know that I should be happy that at =
least he loves pink! Not many boys do, but then not many boys wear =
pretty dresses and panties like my Jamie! He is my special child, and =
I'm happy that I made him a girl.=0D=0DJamie found his ballerina outfit =
and looked adorable in it. His little pink panties showed under his =
short, flaired skirt and he pranced around daintily in his ballerna =
slippers, practicing pirouettes and walking on his tippy toes. I placed =
a little tiara in his long hair and he looked ready to dance on stage. =
Meanwhile Stacy had found a cute little '50's style red and white =
checkered gingham dress to wear. It had a lace collar, and a row of =
pretty lace on each side of the four buttons that stopped at the waist. =
The skirt was full and it tied in the back. Before he went away to =
school I loved dressing Jamie in the pretty fashions of bygone days and =
I recall his often wearing this particular dress around the house. It =
was good to see Stacy in it as it brought back pleasant memories of my =
son and me in pretty summer dresses playing with his paper dolls. =
Teresa was upstairs still taking a long time to get dressed and we =
wondered what in the world she found that was taking so long. Well, no =
sooner had I said something, when Teresa came walking downstairs wearing =
of all things, a little soldier uniform that had belonged to one of =
Jamie's boy cousins. The girls mouths opened as they saw Teresa in this =
boyish outfit complete with a jacket with sergeant stripes, war medals =
and army pants. She was wearing boy's shoes and a military cap with the =
insignia of the United States Army. Smiling mischieviously Teresa gave =
us a very sharp salute and said, "You can call me Sgt. Terry, girls!" =
"Teresa"!!, Julie shouted, "What are you doing?"=0D=0DTeresa really did =
look cute as a soldier but I could see that the boys were in shock. You =
see, Andrea, Jamie, and Julie, had left the world of boys the same way =
that one leaves a sinking ship. Once you leave you do not return. While =
the choice had definitely been made for them by older women, as far as =
they were concerned, boy talk, boy's clothes, and boy's ways were no =
longer an option for them and to see a girl dressed as a boy was very =
puzzling. They thought, "Why would a pretty girl like Teresa, or any =
girl, ever want to wear boy's clothes even for fun"? It just didn't =
register in their young minds and they stood there in their bridal =
dress, broomstick skirt and ballerina costume, amazed that Teresa would =
wear pants. But what they failed to take into consideration was that =
Teresa was a real girl and was in no way less feminine or girlish in =
clothes other than dresses. Stacy, being a real girl too, understood =
this and yelled down from upstairs, "You look so cool, Sgt. Terry!" I =
tried to play down what was happening and said, I think Teresa looks =
just fine. Let's pretend that she is a famous war hero and be very =
respectful towards her. Julie and Andrea looked at one another, =
shrugged their shoulders and said, "Oh alright". Jamie looked up at me =
and I told him, "It's ok honey. It's only make believe and Teresa will =
be in dresses again this afternoon". Four of the girls were now dressed =
and that left only Stacy. Jamie said, "I have an idea for you Stacy". =
Jamie excused himself and went upstairs to help get our final child into =
a costume. Jamie said, "Stacy, you can be a cheer leader!" Going into =
one of my closets, Jamie found my junior high school blue and white =
cheer leader's skirt and sweater and soon beautiful Stacy had her =
costume. Handing her two pom poms, Jamie said, "Now, you are ready". =
Soon Stacy came bouncing down the stairs singing, "On Wisconsin, On =
Wisconsin, plunge right through that line........" All the girls laughed =
and had fun acting out their chosen roles for the rest of the morning, =
while enjoying the very best chocolate chip cookies that anyone ever =
tasted.=0D=0DThe morning passed quickly with the girls playing make =
believe in their cute costumes. Julie just loved his satin gown and =
practiced walking up and down the hallway as if he were walking down the =
aisle in a church. I secretly hoped that he would be able to be married =
in a pretty dress some day. Jamie practiced some of the dance routines =
that he remembered from ballet class. He looked so cute dressed as a =
ballerina. Stacy was doing somersaults, jumping, and yelling out cheers =
that I didn't know that she knew, and Andrea who had found a ten gallon =
hat to go with his outfit was totally enjoying the feel of his long =
skirts. I would have to buy him some girl's western style clothes =
before he returned to England. The only one who seemed to not be having =
that much fun was Sgt. Terry. I think she felt the other girls were =
ignoring her because she was in boy's clothes and before long she went =
upstairs and came back down in a blue denim dress. After a light lunch =
that the girls helped me prepare, I received a surprise telephone call =
from my sister Debbie who was driving through Madison with her daughter =
Stephanie, on their way to Chicago. My sister lived in Minneapolis now =
and while we are close, our many activities do not always enable us to =
keep up with each other's schedules. I haven't seen her or my niece for =
a year and it would be fun for the cousins to see one another again. =
Stephie was always a big sister to Jamie while he was growing up as a =
little girl. Deb and Stephie arrived in the early afternoon and =
thirteen year old Stephie ran right to Jamie and hugged him. "What are =
you doing in a ballerina costume, little cousin"?, she said. Jamie =
explained about playing dress up and they laughed together. The =
relationship between the two was so very sweet and I believe having =
Steph as a big sister contributed as much as anything, to Jamie's =
accepting his girlhood. She was his role model and when they were =
little, Jamie imitated everything she did. =0D=0DStephanie though that =
it was perfectly natural for feminine boys to be raised as girls. She =
has never seen Jamie in pants and to do so would be a complete shock to =
her. As she talked with Jamie, Andrea walked into the room in his =
western style blouse and skirt and Stephanie's mouth fell open. She =
hadn't seen Andrea for three years and didn't even know that the Jones' =
were in America. "Andrea, is that you"?, she said. Andrea laughed and =
said, "Yes, I'm a total girl now too Stephanie, just like your cousin =
Jamie". Stephanie, looking him up and down and seeing how pretty he was =
said, "You certainly are, Andrea. No one would ever know that you are a =
boy. You are beautiful." Jamie, experiencing a tinge of jealousy chimed =
in, "As beautiful as me Stephie?" Steph smiled and said, "Silly girl. =
You are both pretty girls", and she kissed her little cousin.=0DJamie =
said, "Steph, there are some other girls from Briarcliff that are with =
us for Thanksgiving that we want you to meet. I called upstairs and =
Julie, Stacy and Teresa came down still attired in their costumes. =
"Wow"! said Stephanie, "you all look great"! And they did. I can =
honestly say that the children staying with me for the holidays could =
all be models for pre teen dress catalogues or "American Girl Magazine". =
My sister Debbie and her daughter especially loved the bridal dress and =
said, "And just who is the lovely bride"? Julie blushed, and I =
whispered to my sister, "He's a boy named Julie, Deb". Stephanie =
overheard me and blurted out, "He's a boy"! Julie responded, "I used to =
be a boy Stephanie, but my mother sent me to Briarcliff to be changed =
into a girl". "Well, I think your mom was right Julie, Stephanie =
replied, "You don't look anything like a boy in your satin gown". =
Stacy, dressed as a Madison High School cheerleader greeted the new =
arrivals followed by Teresa, who had changed out of her costume into a =
dress. My sister asked, "Didn't you dress up, Teresa"? Teresa replied, =
"I did but it was as a dumb boy. I wanted to get back into my dress." =
"Well, I can't blame you for that, honey", said Debbie. "Boys are so =
"nothing". I thought to myself, "She is right about that"!=0D=0DAfter =
persuading Debbie and Stephanie to stay overnight and attend the "Doll =
Show" with us the next day, we all decided it would be nice to go out to =
eat. I made reservations at an expensive Italian restaurant on the edge =
of town and we decided that it would be fun to dress more formally for =
supper. We have six bedrooms and four baths in our home so I instructed =
the girls to get out of their costumes and take bubble baths before =
changing into their evening clothes. Soon the house was a whirl of =
activity as the girls made their way upstairs and tried to decide who =
was going to use which bathroom. But little Julie lingered behind with =
Debbie, Steffie and me. "I know the problem, Julie", I said smiling. =
You don't want to take off your bride's dress do you, honey. Oh you are =
so sweet. My poor darling loves his pretty satin dress so much that he =
can't bear to take it off". I hugged him and said, "Darling, let me tell =
you something. You don't have to worry about things like this anymore =
because you really are a girl now. Your mother is not going to make you =
go back to being a boy ever. That's why she enrolled you at Briarcliff. =
Besides, Ms. Chandler has told everyone that you are her honorary =
daughter now. Honey, you are always going to be in pretty dresses and =
skirts from now on. Also, the staff has been instructed to let your =
hair grow real long. Taking his head in my hands and stroking his hair, =
I said, "So please do not worry your pretty head. Everything is going =
to be fine. And I'll tell you what. Before you go back to Briarcliff on =
Sunday, I am going to buy you a white satin dress so you can wear it =
after classes and pretend to be a bride. "Ok, honey"? Julie, listening =
to every word that I said, thanked me, and reaching down and taking one =
side of his long dress in his hand, walked towards the stairs. I =
noticed that he was already doing much better in his high heels, which =
was wonderful for a eleven year old boy who was so new to girlish =
things.=0D=0DDebbie and Stephanie watched all of this and almost cried. =
"You were so sweet to him, Aunt Deborah", Stephanie said. "Yes hon", I =
replied. "Sometimes as girls, we don't realize how blessed we are. =
Julie didn't have a chance to wear frilly dresses or hair ribbons, enjoy =
little tea parties with his playmates, or be mommy's little helper when =
he was young, as we did. He had to wear unattractive boy's clothes, =
have short hair and be treated like a little man. So I want to make it =
up to him now while he is still young and can apppreciate it. He is =
still only eleven and we want to help him become a complete girl as soon =
as possible. I understand why he didn't want to take his bride's dress =
off. He is still not sure of himself as a girl and I hope that we will =
be able to assist him to just relax and be a pretty young lady. He is =
awfully pretty, isn't he"? "Oh yes Aunt Deborah, he is a doll. I wish =
he was my little sister", replied Stephanie. "Well honey, you can treat =
him like a sister while you are here. I'm sure that he would appreciate =
it", I said. Now, may I fix you ladies some tea while the girls are =
changing? Debbie and Stephanie accompanied me to the kitchen where we =
had cinnamon tea and petit fours while we caught up on all the news of =
the family. Debbie said, "I'm looking forward to going out tonight and =
to the Doll Show tomorrow". I said, "Yes, it should be great fun for =
the girls too. And guess what! I'm thinking of taking my neighbor boy, =
Patrick, to the Doll Show! Hmmmm, said Debbie, "Knowing you Susan, that =
poor boy might end up as a doll himself". I simply smiled and poured =
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