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Dream Weaver 1, The Well
(c) 2002, Deanna Lea
Life in the seventh grade was a living Hell.
The girls wanted to know how I had such "cute" eyelashes
and the boys thought I was a girl because I had started
growing little girl boobs.
Junior High School is tough enough for most kids, you don't
know where you fit in. Are you still in grade school or
have you graduated almost to high school. And for many this
is where puberty begins its torturous journey.
In my case it was simple. I knew I was born male, but I
didn't think, act, or desire to be a male. In gym class, or
what we used to call "PE", that's where most of the
troubles began.
When we had combined boys and girl's gym class, where we
would be doing calisthenics, more times then not, the
teacher would tell the boys to remove their shirts. I hated
that!
There we'd be, 12 and 13 year-old boys and girls in the
same gym class. And there I'd be too. As soon as the shirt
came off I'd catch the flack, most of the time I'd shrug it
off, but when my best fried, Bill Carlos humiliated me in
front of everyone, I wanted to die.
"Hey Danny, catch this," and when I looked over at Bill, I
saw what he was yelling about. "Next time you come to
class, either wear this or stay on the girls side of the
gym." My best friend, Bill Carlos had thrown me one of his
sister's old bras.
The girls giggled and the boys rolled over in unrelenting
laughter. I threw the bra back at him, and went to the
locker room to shower.
It was horrible in the showers because my penis was almost
non-existent. I didn't know where I fit in. I won't go into
the replay of those scenes except to say that during those
times I felt absolutely alone.
If I had received this punishment only at school, that
would be one thing, but until my Dad left, I was at the
mercy of his wicked and vile sense of humor.
Dad drank way too much and when he would become so
inebriated, and wanted to humor his drinking friends, he'd
start by yelling loud obnoxious cursing sounds in my
direction. "Hey faggot," or "Hey sissy," or "Hey where's
what's her name?"
Without ever taking the time to figure out what was going
on in my life, he was more content to simply regard me as
the family fairy, and on more than one occasion, introduced
me to his drinking friends with that title.
The good news is that half way through the sixth grade, Mom
kicked him out of the house and told him to never come
back.
We did not see him after that, except for one time.
By the end of that school year they were divorced and now I
only had to deal with school.
That's why I had hoped the summer away from home would be
welcome relief.
Mom was well aware of the nightmare I was experiencing and
in order to help make me feel a bit better, she contacted
an old friend who owns a farm in Kentucky to see if she was
up for a visit.
One day, not too long before the school year ended, Mom
said Addie called back and was excited that we would by
visiting with her. She comforted me by saying, "This could
be just what the doctor ordered."
Mom assured me the time spent with she and Addie would be
time well spent.
I hadn't thought of myself as gay, but I had developed into
a very "fem" kid that has learned to accept as a natural
course of events that I was a girl born with the wrong
plumbing.
My bedroom is a Girls bedroom, not always neat and clean,
but never will you find one thing that stings of being
male, except for my Boys clothes that I have to wear to
school.
A week before we were to leave for the summer Mom sat me
down and said she needed to have a "heart to heart" with
me. Our conversations have always been open and honest in
all regards, but this time when she got serious, I knew it
must be important and I better listen.
"You know of course that I'm looking forward to this trip
as much as you, don't you?" Mom asked, and then continued.
"I'd like to try something if you're open to it." Now she
had my curiosity. "You know I've never made a fuss about
how feminine you are, and anytime you feel a need to dress
up, it's always been okay, right?"
"Sure." is all I could muster, but somehow I knew there
would be more information coming, and she certainly had my
curiosity piqued.
Mom started speaking very slowly, then asked if I would
like to spend the summer as her daughter.
I gasped! "Do you really mean it?" I asked, "Of course I
want to."
With that decided, Mom said, "Well then, I guess that means
yes."
My head was filled with so much giddiness I didn't know
what to say. By the expression on my face it was easy to
tell that I would love to be Mom's daughter.
Quickly the thought occurred to me that this could be
something I'd like to go on for more than a few months.
"Would that be possible?" I asked. Mom said that we'd take
one day at a time and when the time was right, that
decision would be very clear.
The first order of business was my name.
No longer did I want to use my male name, Daniel, but I had
another name that I'd kept hidden under my pillow for many
years. When Mom asked what it was I said, "I've always
wished my name was Deanna,"
"Deanna is such a pretty name," Mom offered. "and it's easy
to say. I like it!" and with that she pulled me towards her
and gave me a hug that was a way of saying welcome home
Deanna!
At that moment we were embraced in each other's arms, and
sharing for me what was an emotional outpouring of tears of
joy.
The rush of thoughts running through my mind were
overwhelming, but that night I went to sleep with the
wonderful glow on my face, and warmth in my heart, that at
least for this summer I would be the person I knew myself
to be.
The time spent before we left for Kentucky was filled with
doing everything needed for the trip. Buying clothes. Wow!
I didn't realize how much fun shopping could be.
It was fun trying on clothes. We did it all. Mom bought
clothes for every occasion, including casual wear, blue
jeans and tops. Not to mention, shorts, tennis shoes, ankle
socks, blouses, skirts, dresses, and night wear.
This was a big deal for Mom as well. She found a few new
outfits for herself, and the greatest part of the shopping
experience was when we bought the lingerie: Panties, Bras,
Camisoles, Teddies, and every other feminine under thing
available for a forty year old Mom, and her newly reborn,
thirteen year old daughter.
I already had long hair, so styling was no problem, but the
fun part was all the accessories. Things including ribbons,
scarfs, hair clips, barrettes, and all the attachments that
would make me look like the girl I'd always dreamt about.
Two days before we left, Mom woke me early and said that
she had a surprise and that I'd better get myself together
quickly.
We were at "Stephanie's" Mom's hairdresser. Stephanie was
really Steve, and everyone knew it, but he was always more
like my big sister, and best friend. When Mom told me he
was going to give both of us makeover's, I felt as if I'd
died and gone to heaven.
Stephanie treated me just like all the other girls in the
shop. And the whole time was spent talking "girl talk" We
talked about every thing imaginable, including clothes,
hairstyles, and of course, boys.
Mom loved being a woman, and she much preferred spending
her time with women than men. Was she Lesbian? Maybe, but
it was never important. She did say after leaving
Stephanie's, that she thought Addie would like her new
style.
All in all it was an afternoon that I would remember for a
long time to come. I thought to myself that I had arrived.
Little did I know how far I still had to go.
Chapter 2
The trip from Oregon to Kentucky took ten days. Rather than
taking the plane or train, Mom felt that it would be a good
time to bring me up to speed on how things would change for
me.
She reminded me that there were certain things that started
happening for girls around my age. Things I would need to
know if I was going to be her daughter.
Mom showed me how girls would respond to things differently
than boys, like solving problems, or making decisions. It
was all so confusing, but I was sure I would understand in
time.
"Generally, females see the world in a different light. We
tend to be nurturers, yet like security. We love to be
regarded as soft and feminine, but hate to be thought of as
'air heads' simply because of a tough issue." Mom went on
to say, "Young girls are just as smart, and are as capable
as boys, so never sell yourself short, even when the men of
the world tell you you're not up to the challenge. Simply
stated," she said, "girls and boys are as different as
night is from day."
That summer I learned life is filled with so many twists
and turns, as women, we need to learn all about those
unexpected twists and turns in order for us to survive.
After all, we are a species of survivors.
Staying in motel rooms on the trip we talked a lot, and
because Mom did not make advanced reservation, often we had
to take a room with one large single bed. This was not the
first time Mother and me had lie together in the same bed,
but it was the first time I did it as her daughter.
We could have easily made the trip in four days but the
education I received traveling with Mom would last forever.
Chapter 3
Simsonia, Kentucky is a small town not far from the Ohio
River. It's rural, and sparsely populated area made privacy
a valuable asset. It wouldn't take long to understand why.
When we arrived at Aunt Addie's I learned several things
right away.
The first was that Aunt Addie wasn't an Aunt in the family
way, but one of Mom's college roommates that decided
farming and privacy were more important than lots of other
things in life.
The second thing I learned was that we weren't the only
visitors to the farm.
There were two other Mother/Daughter teams there and the
one thing we all had in common was that we were all boys
who loved being girls and that our Moms were totally in
favor of our feminization.
Sarah and Lynn were from Chicago.
Annie and Alice were from Houston.
Sarah, Annie, and I got along wonderfully. We discovered
that we weren't alone in our confusion and shared in so
many heartbreaking experiences.
One night while the three of us were getting ready for bed,
Annie started crying and we couldn't figure out why. She
was half way in and out of putting her pajamas on and her
back was to us, when she slowly turned she exposed a scar
that ran from her groin area, up, and stopping about an
inch from her belly button.
Annie turned and said, "My cousin Hector and a few of his
friends did this to me last year. I couldn't run or hide
from them, I was trapped, and never so scared in my life."
Sobbing, but still talking, Annie described how they
assaulted her. It happened one day while she was on her way
home from school. They taunted and teased her until they
reached an area where it would be safe to inflict the
damage they intended to do. As a result her shriveled penis
was still scarred, and her tiny scrotum destroyed.
It was a first offense for all four boys, and they were all
under 18, so they were given suspended sentences, and told
to never have contact with Annie again.
That night we bonded as girlfriends, and knew our
friendship would last a lifetime.
Meanwhile, Lynn, Alice, Addie, and Mom were in second
heaven. Lynn and Alice shared one bedroom, and Mom bunked
with Addie.
It was obvious that rooming together again brought back
memories from years ago when they were in college.
In the mornings we would all gather in the kitchen for
breakfast before doing our daily chores.
I had the pleasure of handling the ponies. This was not a
hard job. All I had to do was twice daily go to the corral
and walk the ponies around this deep well that was in the
center of the corral. I'd take a few sugar cubes and straw,
feed them individually, and then make sure they walked
first one direction, then the opposite. Once a day I would
bring along a brush to smooth out their pretty manes, it
seemed they looked forward to that as much as the sugar
cubes, and straw.
Sarah helped with cooking, and lots of cleaning. And since
Annie was still recuperating from her incident, her tasks
were minimal, but she helped doing light things like taking
out the trash, and feeding the ducks and chickens.
When we were through with chores, it was time to play.
The entire summer was spent allowing us to be the girls we
wanted to be. However, from the first day we were told that
if at any time we wanted to revert to our male roles, it
would be okay with no one saying a word.
One day, after chores, when it was really warm, Sarah,
Annie and I were down by the pond just kicking our feet in
the water. We were waving sticks across the pond, like we
were magicians, and generally having fun.
Sarah asked, "Did either of us feel like we wanted to go
back to the other way?"
For a moment there was dead silence then I spoke up and
said, "go back to being beat up every day for doing nothing
wrong? No way!"
Annie said that if that were the only option she'd just as
soon run away or die.
Then Sarah said she had had a dream that she didn't
understand, but wanted to share.
It seems that Sarah had a dream about how the summer
vacation would end and it had to do with a trip to a
strange place. This trip would not take long, and yet,
appeared to involve going deep into some kind of cavern. It
all sounded strange, and she was vague about the whole
event in the dream. Sarah never said how the dream ended.
But she did say that when she woke from the dream, she felt
warm and safe, and comfortable.
Sarah also echoed our sentiments. She loved her new role
and hoped it would never end. She went on to say that she
hoped and prayed that she could go so far as experiencing
the ultimate.
Annie and I knew instantly what she meant.
Someday down the road Sarah wanted to have a baby. I have
to tell you up to that point the thought had crossed my
mine, but never seriously.
There we were, three girls becoming best friends and not
wanting the summer too ever end, living carefree, and
without fear. But we knew it would end.
Chapter 4
That night at dinner Mom said that Friday we would have to
leave but we needed to make a decision about something.
She looked first at me and said "Do you remember what you
said before we left Oregon about how you might want to
spend the rest of your life?"
I said, "Yes, what if I want to be a girl forever? What
would we do then?"
Somehow I knew the answer was soon to arrive.
Addie stood up and announced that if we really wanted to
spend the rest of our lives as girls, experience all the
joys and heartaches of being female, and if we really meant
it, she had a plan to make it happen. She stopped behind
each of our chairs and asked if we knew already what we
wanted, or did we want to sleep on it.
Annie stood and looked first at her Mom then at Addie and
said she had never spent a more wonderful time in her life.
Not once had she wished she could go back to the old way.
For the first time in her life she felt loved, accepted,
and committed to every moment of being a daughter.
Sarah stood next and held her Mom's hand then with a tear
falling she said that her greatest joy would be to give her
Mom a baby granddaughter. Sarah wanted desperately to be a
Mom.
By then we were all crying tears of happiness and I looked
at Mom and said that this summer had given me a chance to
really understand what my life was truly meant to be. I
therefore could never go back to being a boy, the
pretending, the tormenting, and the tears had to stop. I
was a girl and always would be.
We hugged and cried then Addie said, tomorrow we would take
a special trip.
In an instant, Annie and I looked at Sarah, wondering if
she really knew what was going to happen. Sarah just stood
there and shrugged her shoulders.
It was decided that each girl would spend their last night
as boys, with their mothers, a fond farewell of sorts.
That night lying in bed lying next to Mom, I told her I was
kind of scared, but I knew this is what was supposed to
happen. She sat up on one elbow and looked over at me and
said, "Honey, we'll have plenty of time to talk about that
on our trip back to Oregon."
Mom's smile had a way of saying trust me. I closed my eyes
only wondering what tomorrow would bring.
In the morning we found something strange going on.
Instead of one of my cute outfits to wear, Mom had laid out
a pair of my old jeans, and a T-shirt that I had worn many
times as Daniel. My old tennis shoes with sweat socks that
reminded me of days gone by. Worst of all, there was a pair
of my underwear that I hadn't seen or wanted since leaving
Oregon.
Mom said, "Hurry and get dressed." She went on to say,
"Please, don't ask questions, we know what we're doing."
I was not amused by what I thought was a mean trick and
when I saw Sarah and Annie dressed the same, and looking at
the expressions on their faces, it was not hard to tell
that we were truly upset.
Addie spoke first. "Boys, and I mean no offense by that
title, last night you made a decision that will affect you
for the rest of your natural lives. We need to be sure this
is what you want."
Annie looked up and said, "I'm sure"
Sarah and I did the same.
Without another word each of our Moms took us by the hand
and led us to one of the ponies harnessed to the well in
the center of the corral.
The ponies were outfitted with saddles, bridles, and
harnesses to keep them in check. A small black and white
pinto, a pretty red roan, and a beautiful pony that would
one day be a gorgeous black stallion just waited for one of
these very confused "girls" to mount them for a short but
memorable ride.
I chose the young Stallion, Annie took the Roan, and Sarah
mounted the Pinto. As we were sitting on the ponies they
moved on tethers' about 25' from the well.
As the ponies slowly pranced around the well, the tether
brought them closer to the center. Each rounding of the
well took us from 25' to 15' then 10', 5', then finally, in
an instant as each pony was right next to the well, and in
one magical moment each of us was lifted from the saddles,
and sent spiraling down the well. It happened so quickly,
free falling into a deep channel that seemed to have no
end. Each of us was falling, but there was no fear. It
seemed we were out of our bodies, and each moment spent in
this state of animation was met with peace and harmony with
ourselves. We seemed to be floating downward, yet aimless
in our direction. We were falling, but never did we feel we
were in a state of panic or helplessness.
This whole event only took a few seconds, but it felt as if
an entire lifetime had passed.
As soon as we had taken flight in the well we were once
again brought back to where we had started. Once out of the
well, we were back on the pony of choice, riding in the
opposite direction, and pleasantly surprised to find that
we had become that which we had wished for.
Each of us had become our Mothers Daughter's.
Somehow, as we went back on the ponies we soon realized we
were wearing the clothes we had set out to wear before the
old things passed away.
Some transformation, I thought.
Our growing and budding breasts were ours. Our vaginas were
real, and each of us discovered that we had every thing
needed to begin our journey as "real women."
As we packed our bags and prepared to leave, we agreed,
this had been a memorable time for all of us. Three
daughters who couldn't be happier, friendships that would
last forever, and the chance for our Moms and Aunt Addie to
be together again.
We hugged and cried, as we said our "good byes" and
promised each other that we'd be best friends for life.
I was still in a state of shock over my new life, and could
only think about the future and what it would bring. On the
first night of our trip home, we stopped at a motel
somewhere in Missouri. That is where I had my first reality
check.
Mom woke up before me, packing and showering, preparing for
our trip west, when I woke to find a surprise on the
sheets.
"Mom!" I screamed, "Look!" and there were spots of blood
that I had spilled during the night.
Mom smiled and said, "Just think five days out of every
month you'll get to experience this wonderful happening,
and it could never happen if you had remained Daniel."
"Now," she said, "this is where your real life begins."
That was the most exciting summer of my life. As a matter
of fact, that was the summer my life really began.
"Dream Weaver 1, The Well" (c) Deanna Lea
This is a revised story posted on FM, thanks for taking the
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