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Hello everyone. I am so happy that my story will be on this site. It�s not a story about me finding out there was a girl living in my boy�s body, and it�s not a story about some girl or woman making me their slave. It�s not a story about me finding a boyfriend and being his girlfriend. This is my story where I tell the truth about what happened to me. I hope you won�t laugh at me. There is one thing I would like to say before I start. Things happened so quickly. I don�t know where to start. Things happened so quickly
My name is Summer,
and that is not a girl�s name before you start telling me it
is. It is a unisex
name. All my life people keep telling me it�s a girl�s name.
I am 11 years old.
I live in the wealthy area in the city. It�s
not my fault that my parents are wealthy, they just are. I
like doing most
things. Video games, and watching TV, and sports. Life is
good. My parents love
me more than anything. They spend all their spare time with
me, so I can�t
complain. Well if I could complain, it would be about two
things. The first is
that I wet the bed. I had to wear these stupid diapers at
night.
In the building
where we lived, there were no children except a girl called
Shelly.
Shelly was also
11. She had a quick temper. Mum always said that she thought
that Shelly was a spoiled
child that got whatever she wanted. I didn�t think so. When
you talked and
played with Shelly, you found out she was the nicest girl in
the world. No, I
did not fancy her; she was just a good friend. It is true
that she wanted to
decide everything. But that�s ok, usually she had some fun
games and things we
could do. Like we would tease the doorman.
One day when I was
visiting Shelly. We were bored looking at some magazines.
�I know what we
can do.� Shelly shouted
�What?�
�We can play that
you are my baby sister.�
�Why baby?�
�Well you do wear
diapers and wet the bed�
�You promised that
you would not tease about that.�
�I�m not, but I
can see by the bulge that you are wearing one now.�
�That�s because
Mum says I should wear it here, otherwise I forget to go to
the toilet when we
play so much�
�So, if you wore
one of my dresses, you would be a baby girl.�
I don�t know why I
did it. But for the next hour, I let her take off my clothes
until I sat just
in my diaper. Of course she said I was pretty in my diaper
and teased me
somewhat about it. I sat down sort of half freezing and
thinking if this was a
good game after all.
She showed me this
yellow dress. It definitely looked like something a baby
would wear. It was
yellow with white lace around the sleeves and around the hem
and neck; it also
had red flowers on them. She told me to raise my arms and
put the dress on me.
Then she said I
would need some sandals. I wore sandals before, but that was
when I was younger
and these sandals were yellow to match the dress. It was
obvious that they were
girl�s sandals.
The last thing she
did was to fix my hair. She said it was quite long, but it
still had what she
called a skater boy style. Then she got an idea. She put my
hair in a ponytail.
She asked me how I
felt,
�This dress is
strange, it�s like I can feel the breeze go up it. It�s like
I�m naked form the
waist down.�
Shelly promised
that I would get used to it, and took me to the mirror. I
nearly fainted. There
was a girl in the mirror, although she looked younger than I
really was. Then
it stroke me, this girl was me! I wasn�t an ugly girl
either. I never thought
that I had such a girlish face. I started there looking at
my eyes with the
long eyelashes, and my lips, that didn�t need any makeup.
We spent an hour
playing sister and baby sister. We were on a couch when I
laid with my head on
her lap. She gave me milk in a bottle. Those things are sure
hard to suck from.
Despite me being against it at the start, I liked playing
being a baby. It was
like having a big sister taking care of me, and I always
wanted to have a big
sister. If wearing the dress were the price of having a big
sister, then I would
wear a dress. As
a boy, I looked like a
wimp. As a girl I was pretty.
After an hour,
Shelly said that we should go out for a walk. I said no way.
I was wearing a
dress. Shelly talked and talked, and at the end she made me
admit that I looked
like a girl, and no one would even notice I was a boy. She
said we would look
like two sisters going for a walk. She said it was a dare. I
know she just wanted
a laugh.
I don�t know why I
said yes to this. It was like the time Mum bought me a pink
coat and said no
one will notice. I wore the pink coat to school and everyone
teased. When I
told Mum everyone teased, she just said that everyone was
jealous of my pink
coat. Yeah, right!
So there we were,
like two sisters walking to the park. Shelly held my hand. I
am sure that
others thought that she was taking care of me. I noticed
when the wind blew a bit
that my dress blew in all directions. Not as bad as that
Marilyn Monroe dresses
did, but it was enough to see the diaper that I was wearing.
This made me blush
a lot.
�Listen,"
Shelly said, �We live in a city. No one notices anyone. I
mean look at all
those emos and rockers walking. We will have forgotten them
in a few minutes.
The same is if someone sees my little sister�s diaper. They
would have
forgotten it in five minutes. The worse that could happen is
that they would
discuss it at supper, and they would not even know who they
were talking about�
Shelly was right,
and at any case, it didn�t matter because I was already out
in public with a
dress and a diaper on underneath.
Just as I was a
world way in my thoughts, we heard a big crash. It was a
black limo that
crashed into a white van. Two men in black got out of the
white van and shot
down a bunch of men that were wearing sunglasses.
The next thing we
heard was sirens. The men in black ran away leaving behind a
few dead men and a
limo with smoke coming out of it. It was just like something
that you would see
in TV. Shelly and I along with 50 other people just stood
there.
A few TV cameras
were there and were taping everything
Then I heard a
scream. It came from the black car. No one moved. Everyone
was just standing
there. I couldn�t believe it. A girl was crying and no one
was helping her.
I rushed to the
car, and opened the door. Inside was a girl my age that was
screaming and
crying. I put my hand over her mouth but that didn�t help.
So, I put her hand
around my shoulders and lifted her from the car. It was hard
to breath because
of the smoke. I could also feel the flames from the fire.
This girl didn�t do
her part. I had to drag her. I kept on telling her to walk,
because she was as
heavy as a stone� a big stone. I looked forward and all I
could see were
flashes. The media people were taking pictures of me. I
thought it would be
better if they helped. It was hard to see where I was going
because of the
flashes.
At last, I dragged
the girl to where Shelly was. I looked behind; the car was
totally in flames
Then I saw the
media with their microphones and cameras rush toward me, the
girl was lying on
the ground and some medics were taking care of her. It was
then that reality
hit me. I was a boy wearing a dress, and I did not want to
be on TV. I ran
towards Shelly, and we ran home. This was not that easy when
you are wearing a
diaper.
We arrived at
Shelly�s house, and quickly changed into my boy clothes. We
were totally hyper.
We never thought we would experience shooting and a car
crash. We talked about
the fact that we saw the girl before, but we were unsure
where we saw her. She
must have been famous. I also looked forward to we can
play little sister
again.
That night, I
begged Mum and Dad if we could see the news. Dad always
watches it, so I
thought he would think I was grown up if I asked to see it.
He smiled and said
of course, it was just in time.
��. The big news
today is that terrorists had attempted to kill the
president�s daughter when
she was driving through our city. The Secret Service
assigned to her was all
killed. The situation looked bleak as the president�s
daughter�s car was in
flames and she could not get out. This story has a good
ending. While the
adults were looking at the burning car, only the courage of
a girl the same age
as the president�s daughter saved the day. This unknown girl
saved the president�s
daughter by dragging her from the car. The President�s
daughter is said to be
ok, but shocked after the ordeal, and the strange girl� she
cannot be found.�
Mum and Dad stared
at the screen. Their original reactions were that it is good
for the
president�s daughter that she survived and talk about the
stupid terrorists.
Then they looked at the picture of the girl. I sat in my
chair wondering if
they would recognize me. Their boy dressed as a girl.
�I Think I seen
her someplace� Mum said. I think my heart jumped out of my
mouth, �Her face is
so familiar�
�You are right,
but I can�t place where I saw her. Do you think that we saw
her at a family
party or something?
�I don�t know.
There is something with her eyes�
I kept quiet. It
was amazing that their son was dressed as a girl, and they
never recognized me.
Looking at the TV screen, I would never have recognized
myself after.
The news was on
the late news. Mum and Dad were surprised that I wanted to
see the news again. It
was the same news story that they gave before, but they
added some comments at
the end, �The girl, who is the heroine of the nation, is
unknown, But analysts
have said she must be mentally challenged in a special home
for children, if
you look closely at the girl, you will see that she is
wearing a diaper. The
search for the heroine continues. If you know where this
girl is, then ring to
the following number.�
I got mad. �That�s
bad. They are saying she�s a retard because she wears
diapers. I have to wear
them at night and I�m not a retard.�
�Calm down Summer.
They just can�t find the girl. The whole nation wants to
thank her, and the
only thing we know is that she wears diapers. Besides, if
she wears a diaper
during the day, then she must have a problem.�
�You make me wear
diapers during the day sometimes." I whispered. Luckily they
didn�t hear.
The next day,
everyone was talking about the heroine at school. Everyone
was saying how
pretty she was, and courageous and a shame she had to wear
pampers. I felt so
bad. I thought that Shelly and I were cheating these people
by not telling them
the truth. But how could we tell the truth? Everyone would
laugh if they knew I
wore a dress. I could hear them calling me names now,
�sissy�. I am the only
one that knew that they would never see the girl again. I
would not go out in
public with the dress on; I would only wear it when we
played little
sister inside
It didn�t become
better when the President issued a statement that he would
like to meet the
heroine and thank her personally. The Nationwide search was
on and people
claimed to have seen her (me) in all corners of the country.
The whole thing
was getting out of hand. I am sure there were more important
things to be done.
As I told you earlier, I was not going to make her appear
again, as that would
mean that I had to go out with a dress on.
Some people
thought it was amazing that they couldn't find a little
girl.
After school, I
came in and rested on the sofa. What a day! No sooner than I
had time to think,
the phone rang. It was Shelly. She wanted me to come to her
place as soon as
possible. She was in deep trouble.
I rushed up to her
place and she was waiting to tell me what was bothering her,
�It�s good that
you came,� she said, �These two Secret Service
men came to our door.
They were looking at the film and noticed it was me that was
with the heroine.
They made me promise that I would bring the heroine to CNN
tomorrow. The
president will hold a live ceremony. You have to come�
�No way. They will
forget about the heroine. The President daughter is fine.
What�s the big fuss?
I can�t go out in public with a dress on. I am not a sissy�
�But you liked
being a girl. You liked going out as a girl�
�What if people
recognize me?�
�They won�t
recognize you. Did you parents recognize you? Please I need
you to help me
here. They were secret Service. I don�t know what will
happen if they come to
our door if I don�t come with you. Besides they will just
continue asking me
who this girl is.�
�Ok, I�ll show up
at the president�s ceremony tomorrow.�
Shelly was happy,
and deep down so was I.
The next day, we
had no school. It was the weekend so I rushed to Shelly. She
was dressed in her
best clothes, which was a gown dress. It made her look like
an adult I think.
On her bed was a
pure white dress with a red ribbon that went around it. It
looked like
something Shirley Temple would wear. Shelly started taking
my clothes off. She
became a big sister again rushing and complaining how much
she had to do. She got
a bit mad that I was not wearing a diaper, but she was also
prepared for this.
I had to lay on the bed while she started changing my
diaper. I went totally
red in embarrassment. When I was about to complain she just
stuck a pacifier in
my mouth. Then she put some white tights on and the dress.
The tights were a
weird feeling. It felt like someone was feeling my legs all
the time. I didn�t
wear sandals this time, I wore Mary James. The last thing
was to put my head in
a ponytail. I looked at the mirror before we left, the
heroine was back! I
loved the clothes
A Black limo came
to collect us. On the way out to the Limo, I saw Mum. I
heard her say �Shannon
is that you?� just as I entered. My heard sunk. Did Mum know
see me? Anyway we
were driven to the TV station where the president was.
When I stood
outside the Limo, everyone was shouting and cheering. I felt
like I was Britney
Spears or someone. There were some Secret Service men
holding them back. At one
stage this person got hold of my ponytail and pulled. Wow
that hurt. Then it
seemed like every camera in country was there. Thousands and
thousands of
pictures were taken of me, and with each picture, there was
a flash. Once again
I thought I was going to be blind.
The meeting with the
President was very short. He said thanks because I saved his
daughter and I
said you�re welcome. Then he shook hands, and I gave the
president�s daughter a
hug, and it was all over.
Well that was
until Mum came on the stage. She rushed towards me telling
everyone I was her
son. I became so embarrassed that I started to cry. Why was
Mum doing this when
most of the world could hear it? She gave me a hug saying
that it was OK, and
we would have a talk when I got home about the girl in my
boys body. Needless to
say I was confused. The only thing that I understood was
that the whole world
knew that I was a boy in a dress that saved the President�s
daughter. You could
imagine what it said in the news that night.
So you see why I
am writing this account. I want people to be clear about a
few things:
� If
I
like wearing dresses, then that is up to me. It doesn�t mean
that I am a girl
� If
I
like playing the little sister with Shelly, then I will. We
don�t harm each
other and I like playing baby sister.
� I
am
not handicapped or retarded if I wear a diaper. My bladder
will get bigger
and stronger.
That is what I
would tell Mum when we had a talk about it. I am sure that
she would understand
me and not interfere in the game that Shelly and I had. I
hope she won�t think
I am some freak