A white van pulled up and these two men ran
out. They took Thomas and put him in what looked like a pink
bag. I just stood there as he was thrown in a van and then
it drove away. I stood there staring at the van. I was
frozen. I couldn�t move. It was unrealistic and like
something I seen on a movie. I mean who would want to steal
my brother? He was annoying.
Mum came out and she quickly found out was
happened. She looked at me with a very angry but face full
of fear.
�Where is Thomas, Where is your brother?�
she screamed
�Some men in a white van took him�
�Why are you just standing there like a
statue? You should have run in and told me. It�s your fault.
You did nothing!�
Maybe a thirteen year old shouldn�t cry.
But I did. I could have jumped on the two men. I could have
run in and told Mum straight away. I could have remembered
the number plate. All these possibilities and yet I did
nothing.
The next few hours were a blur. The police
came and asked a lot of questions. The press came and our
house was under siege. It was like we were the center of
everything. Mum and Dad didn�t even have time to cry. They
were speaking to police and the media. They were begging
through the media for the kidnappers to return Thomas.
The next few days were hard. Mum and Dad
hardly spoke with me, and mum was afraid to let me out of
her sight, as she thought I could be kidnapped. Mum
apologized for blaming me, but it was too late. I thought it
was my fault. I knew it was my fault. I missed Thomas. I
missed the chance of saving him from the kidnappers.
Things went worse as the weeks went on.
Thomas was not returned. The Press lost interest in the
story. The Police were at a standstill. The only thing left
was an empty chair where Thomas sat when we ate, and
silence. Silence is the worst thing. When Mum would look at
me, I would think what she was thinking. Sometimes I wished
that it were me that was kidnapped. It is not because I
wanted to; it was just hard watching Mum miss Thomas. It was
hard to see her cry. It made me feel no guilty and convinced
that it was my fault that Thomas was kidnapped.
A few weeks after the kidnapping, I got a
letter. I rushed up to my room to read it. I was excited
because I never got letters. When I opened it, my heart
stopped. I think I got a panic attack. It was a picture of
Thomas. His hair was in a ponytail and he was sitting with a
teddy bear in his arms. There was writing on the back,
�Don�t show police, only you can save him. It�s too
dangerous to involve the adults.� The picture shocked me. It
was Thomas however he was wearing a white dress with a blue
ribbon. He had white tights on and shiny shoes. He looked
like a pretty girl. No one could ever see that he was a boy.
I only knew he was a boy because he was my brother. His hair
was long enough to be in a ponytail. Come to think of it, so
was mine. Mum didn�t have time to cut my hair. I suppose she
had the time, she just had lots of things to think about. I
stood before the mirror and tried to fix my hair in a
ponytail. I stared in the mirror. It was a girl staring back
at me.
I was confused for the next few days. Why
was the picture sent to me? How could I save Thomas? Why was
it dangerous if I told Mum? She would be happy if she seen
that he was alive and not dead. She would be as confused to
why Thomas was now a girl. Maybe it was to hide his
identity. I decided to do what the letter said. If I told
anyone, Thomas would be in danger, and so far everything was
my fault.
That meant that I had a new problem. There
was just a picture. It was Thomas and a gray background. How
was I to find where this picture was taken?
This meant that the next few days I went
around thinking about the photo, which bought me, relief
knowing that Thomas was alive, and confused to where he was.
It was a dark secret. Every time I seen my mother cry, I
wanted to show her the picture. Every time I seen Dad leaves
the house because he could not stand the emptiness that
Thomas left behind, I wanted to ask him to help me.
A week went and I was still confused by the
photo. I was on my way home from school when a black car
stopped and opened the door. I thought it was a perv and
kept on walking. The car followed me with an open door and
this voice told me to get in. It was a woman�s voice. A
woman can�t be a perv, unless she is working for one.
I sat in the car, thinking that I was no
being kidnapped. Tears flowed out of me. I remember the time
that I wanted to be kidnapped, so I wouldn�t see the pain it
was causing my parents and it wouldn�t be my fault.
We drove for an hour or so. The woman in
the car said nothing. I just looked out the window
remembering the road and where I was.
After an hour, the woman said, �I am the
one that sent the picture.�
�Am I being kidnapped?�
�No, no, no. I am going to tell you where
your little brother is.�
�Thomas? How do you know where he is�?
�I know where a few children are. They are
all boys. They live in a house and all I know is that they
are dressed like girls.�
�Why are they dressed like girls? In the
picture you sent me, Thomas has a dress on. Why does he have
a dress on?�
�I don�t know.�
�Why don�t we just ring the police and let
them rescue Thomas?�
�The house where he lives is very strange.
I have seen many men there. Some looks like they could be
members of the mafia. To be honest, I am afraid of them. I
am afraid that I will be hurt. It took a lot of courage just
to send the picture to you. Someone must have lost it on the
path outside the house. It took me a lot of courage to pick
it up. I recognized that the girl was the boy that was
kidnapped. I tell you this much. From picking the picture up
to sending the picture to you, I was very afraid. I thought
I would be shot at any minute.�
�I can�t help Thomas. If he is kidnapped by
the Mafia, then I can�t fight the mafia down. I am afraid of
them too.�
�Then you and I have to work on a plan. The
first thing you have to do is ring to your parents to say
that you are at a friends or something.�
We came to the woman�s house. We looked out
the kitchen window where we could see the house where Thomas
was. I couldn�t believe it. The house was so close. I could
nearly feel his presence, but I couldn�t see him. I wanted
to run over to the house and kick all the mafia men where it
really hurts. I paced back and forth. I was never so afraid
in my life. Why don�t we just call the police? No, I
decided. It was my fault that he was there. I would find a
way to save him. I would find a way without us being shot to
death. My heart was in a gallop every time I seen the house.
The Woman�s name was Laura. We decided that
I had to get a good night sleep and then tomorrow I could
peek through the windows in the house to see if I could find
where Thomas was. Then if it looked OK, I could call the
police and save my brother. It seemed like a good plan.
I didn�t sleep that well. I had dreams that
I was like James Bond, bursting in the house, dodging
bullets and fighting huge Mafia men. Then I would wake up in
a sweat and cry out after my Mum. The next day was either
going to be the best day of my life or the worse day...
When I came down to breakfast, I heard
Laura was talking on the telephone. She was obviously
talking to a friend, �He is here� He will be looking at the
house today� he is sweet but quite feminine in the way he
looks� yes I understand, I owe lots of money.�
I listened to every word, but was confused.
I didn�t know that Laura owed a lot of money. How was I to
know? I just met her yesterday.
She was happier when we ate breakfast. She
told me the best time to look at the house was in the
morning, that is when the house was most quiet. She also
reminded me that Thomas could be dressed as a girl, so I had
to remember this when I was looking for him.
The time came when I was to walk out and
look for Thomas. I went through a hole in the fence. My
heart was beating quicker and quicker as I came closer to
the house.
I peeked through one window. It was an
empty room.
I went to the next window. There was a man
in a chair smoking. There was a mess on the floor, like it
was a bar or they had a party or something like that.
I looked through the next window. It was
like a theater. There was a stage and a pole. This house was
quite weird. I was getting more confident now as a spy.
The next window was the kitchen. Then my
heart nearly came out of my mouth. I saw Thomas sitting on a
chair eating breakfast. He was dressed in a nightdress. It
was quite cute actually. It was a Barbie one. Barbie was a
princess. He looked like a little girl in it. He wasn�t
handcuffed or in ropes, as I imagined he would be. He was
just eating his breakfast. He did look tired though.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my neck. It was
one of the mafia men. I tried to run away, but he put his
arm around my stomach and told me not to try to escape. I
tried all I could, but he was too strong. He dragged me into
the house and threw me on the floor.
�Thomas, I see that your brother is here.
Now you have your family here.�
Thomas jumped off the chair and ran to me.
He gave me a hug and said that he missed me. I hugged him
too and said I missed him and sorry I couldn�t save him.
�Why are you sorry� he asked
�Because I wanted to save you.�
�You can�t save me. You can�t take me home.
I�m here because mum and Dad don�t love me anymore. I am so
happy that you love me.�
We both hugged each other and there was
silence. I knew that Laura would notice that I wasn�t coming
home and then she would finally ring for the police.
The Mafia man told me to come with him, and
said doesn�t think about Laura. She works for them. My will
to fight and save my brother plummeted. I suddenly became
submissive at the thought that an adult was betraying me. I
walked into her web.
I was led up to a room with two beds. I was
now kidnapped and nobody would look for me for a few days or
they would just think I ran away. The window was
barred so I couldn�t escape. I just walked back and forth. I
was excited that I found Thomas, but I failed again. I
failed to save him.
Then I was called down to the sitting room.
I was told to strip. I refused. I was not going to be naked
in front of these men. But when one of them slapped me
across the face, I slowly started taking my clothes off.
Within a few minutes, I stood there naked as the day I was
born. The men smiled saying that I have potential. Whatever
they meant by this. Then Gianno, who was the boss, took my
clothes and threw them in the fireplace.
I was given some panties. They were light
pink with a red ribbon and frilly. I slowly put them on. The
material was so soft, that I immediately had problems with
staying soft in my private area, if you know what I mean.
The men laughed at this saying that I was a born sissy that
liked the feelings of girl clothes. Then I had to put on
these tights. They were white and they looked so thin, I
thought there would be a lot of holes in them. It was a bit
embarrassing that Thomas told me how to put them on. For a
boy that never wore tights, it was a strange feeling. It was
like a feather was caressing my legs. I think I let out a
small groan. Once again the men laughed. Then I put on a
nightdress the same as the one that Thomas had on.
I was told that some men would be coming
tonight. My job was the same as Thomas. I was to dance
around the poll. Gianno explained that many men liked
children to be sexual, and many men like sissy boys. From
now on, we were sissy boys.
All that day, I practiced on how to dance
around a pole. This was hard. I had to look at the audience
that were empty chairs and lick my lips. Then I had to let
my but swing in all directions. It was hard being sexual as
the mafia men called it. After all, I never had a girlfriend
yet. I didn�t know what it meant to flirt with others,
especially men. I was not a sissy. I was not gay.
We had some time to rest before the show.
Thomas was resting in the bed with me. We whispered back and
forth. I told him that Mum cried all the time, because she
loves and misses him. I explained that this was not our
house and we would have to escape when we could. It took me
little time explaining that our plan to escape had to be
kept a secret.
Nighttime came, and Gianno came with a
dress for Thomas and for me. Mine was a light blue dress
that was very petticoat like. It was so wide at the bottom
and it had lots of frills. I put it on with my tights and
shiny shoes. Then I fixed my hair into a ponytail. I looked
in a mirror.
I was a sissy. I was a girl. It was hard to
conceal how well the clothes felt on me. It was like I was
dancing with clouds. It was hard to conceal that I felt like
a girl and that I liked it. If I didn�t have a crying mother
at home, I would have no problems staying here and living as
a girl.
The Show came. Twelve men sat down in the
chairs in the room that looked like a theater.
The lights dimmed
Thomas and I came out and started dancing
innocently. The men were yelling and whistling. They
obviously liked seeing two boys in dresses. Our dance became
more and more seductive. I am sure that the people reading
this story would gasp at how seductive it was and say it was
for extreme. I was being seductive on the stage. I swung
around the pole, looked at the audience and smiled and
raised my dress sometimes. I just wanted the whole thing to
be done. If this was my future, then I didn�t want it.
After the show we were in our room again.
We changed back to our nightdress. Gianno came in to see if
we were there. He was very drunk. He said goodnight and
left,
Thomas and I looked at each other. He did
not lock the door. This would be a chance. We decided to
wait for a few hours so the moon was very high. The mafia
men would be by then asleep. It was so hard waiting and
waiting. We were shaking, not because it was cold, but
because we were afraid.
The time came when it was to try to escape.
We tiptoed out of the bedroom. We peaked into the sitting
room. The Mafia men were snoring. Then we walked to the
backdoor in the kitchen. My hands touched the doorknob. We
looked at each other. The door opened and we ran. A minute
after the door opened, an alarm went off.
We ran past Laura�s house. Then we ran down
the street as fast as we could. It�s not easy running in a
long nightdress.
As it was a film, a police car was on
patrol. We stood before the car, and told them whom we were.
We sat in the back of the car and were driven home. I wish I
could tell you about a more dramatic escape, but that is
what happened.
That night we were with Mum and Dad.
Mum came into my room and asked did I want
to change to my pajamas. I said no, I would like to sleep in
my nightdress. It was beautiful and felt nice.
I didn�t know that Thomas said the
same.