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Dear Mom
By Morpheus
Dear Mom,
Even while I'm sitting here, I don't know what to write. I
don't know what to say or how to say it. Everything is so
confusing and so much has happened that I don't even have
any idea of where to start. Or how to say this. I guess,
maybe I should start at the beginning.
I remember my sixteenth birthday two weeks ago. I was
really excited and hoped that you'd give me a car like
Bobby's mom did when he turned 16. And of course, there was
my license. I'd finally have a license and could drive
myself. I'd finally be able to ask Julie on a date and not
have to worry about being embarrassed by asking for a ride.
But as you know, that wasn't what happened. It wasn't a car
that you gave me...
You smiled when you came in with a cake and I could tell
that something was up. I just thought that it was because
you were going to give me cool present though. At first I
didn't even notice that there was pink frosting and candles
on my cake, and was pretty startled when I did. You just
smiled at me and told me to blow out the candles. Now I
wish to God that I hadn't.
As soon as I blew out the candles, I remembered the strange
pink cloud coming out of them. I remember the sudden
tingling in my entire body and the pain as I started to
change. I remember how scared and confused I was. But even
more, I remembered the look in your eyes. I remember how
excited you were... I remember you laughing.
I know that I don't have to tell you that I changed. You
were there. You saw it. And though I didn't realize it at
first, you caused it. A minute after I'd blown out my
candles, my whole body was completely different. It had
changed. I had changed. I was... I was a girl. You even
laughed when I freaked out and grabbed at myself in
confusion. You have no idea what it's like suddenly going
from being a normal guy to being a girl. What it's like to
suddenly growing a pair of tits. To loosing a cock and
getting a... God, I have one and I can't even say it.
You tried calming me down, and once I was a little, you
told me that you'd done it. I was shocked and confused. I
can remember it clearly. I can remember you calling me
Danielle instead of Dan, telling me that you'd always
wanted a daughter and were happy that you had one now. I
was too shocked to know what to say, so I could only sit
there while you told me about that witch you got that spell
from. While you told me how happy you were to give me 'the
best present ever' for my birthday. About how happy you
were that I was no longer a boy. You even said 'boy' like
it was a bad word. All I could do was sit there... and feel
hurt.
I remember the rest of the day, how you kept calling me
Danielle. How you kept insisting that I was the way I
always should have been. That I'd get used to it. That I'd
love it. That I'd be happy and thank you for changing me. I
didn't believe you, but you kept insisting.
When I went to my bedroom, I remember how shocked I was to
find it a girl's room instead. It had been completely
redecorated. You'd already thrown out almost everything
that I had. All of my clothes... all of my sports
posters... all of my sports equipment... and all of the
trophies that I'd worked so hard to earn. Even my lucky
baseball that was signed by my favorite player was gone.
Gone to the dump you said.
Things didn't get any better for me. You made me wear
dresses and skirts, even though I hated them. Even though I
felt humiliated having to even look like a girl in the
first place. But I didn't have any other kind of clothes.
All you'd given me was that kind. Not even a pair of pants.
Then you sent me to that new school, insisting that I'd
make friends and be on the cheerleading squad in no time. I
didn't want either though. I just wanted my old life...my
old friends. The ones I couldn't see anymore. The ones you
told I was dead. And when I ran into my best friend
Bobby... he just tried to hit on me and ask me for a date.
I knew then that even if I could tell him... if I could
tell any of them and get them to believe me... it would
never be the same. Never.
I'm sorry about all of the smudges on this letter and hope
that they don't make it too hard to read. I accidentally
got a bunch of tears on it while writing. They come out so
much easier now...
I tried to get used to what had happened to me, but I
couldn't. So you sent me to see that shrink, the one who
was supposed to make me accept it. She tried... and so did
I, but it just wasn't working. I know that I smiled and
said that I was getting used to it... but I lied.
My friends are gone, all thinking that I'm dead in a car
crash because that's what you told them. I've tried making
new friends at my school, but I just couldn't. To all of
the guys, I'm just a girl to ask out or try to sleep with.
And even though you made me look like them, I don't fit in
with the girls. I don't feel right with them. I don't
belong there.
I really liked... maybe even loved Julie. I'd planned on
asking her out... on dating her. I'd even dreamed about
asking her to marry me one day. About having a family of my
own with her... But this can't happen now.
Next year, I was going to try out for the school football
team. I wanted to play so bad that I could almost taste it.
I was good and getting better. I'd even dreamed of one day
getting a scholarship to college... and maybe even going to
the NFL. Now, all of my plans for the future are gone. All
of my dreams are gone.
Every time I look into the mirror, I see a stranger staring
back. It's not my face and never will be. My whole body
feels...wrong, and every movement just rubs that in. It's
not my body. Not anymore. I'm a stranger in my own skin.
I'm trapped inside this stupid alien body... feeling so
alone... so scared.
How could you do this to me? You said that you did it
because you loved me, but how can you do something like
this to a person you love? To your own son? You betrayed
me... you hurt me so badly that I can't even put it into
words. Now I know the truth. I know that you never really
wanted a son... that you never wanted me. That you never
even loved me.
You've taken away everything that I ever had or loved. You
stole sports from me... You stole my friends from me. My
future... my life. EVERYTHING! You've even stolen me from
me. I don't even know who I am anymore... or what I am.
Except for confused... lonely... scared... betrayed and
angry. All I know for sure now is that I can not live like
this anymore.
This letter is the hardest thing I've ever written and I
wish that I had the courage to tell you what I feel to your
face. And while I write this letter, I'm staring at the gun
beside me. The gun that's going to end my suffering, as
soon as I finish this last, final goodbye.
No more love or kisses...
Dan
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