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Street Life 2: How I Became Me
By Innocent Guilt
Isn't it funny the simple little things we miss everyday in life as time goes on.
That favorite little friend that gets forgotten. The innocent little smiles that
are replaced by facts and knowledge of what the real world is.
Everyday we go through life thinking these very things and never act upon them.
We forge new friends whose only goal is to make money. The games we used to play
are replaced with reports and credit card bills.
What life is this that we have reduced ourselves to? Why do we not act upon those
childhood memories that used to fill our very minds? My life faces these very
questions everyday as does yours. We are the same everyway yet different
underneath. Sometimes our only escape is into the memories of these worlds we
create for ourselves.
It was on such a meeting that I found myself in a dark place. The place was
surrounded by old, rusted, and broken materials from my past. It was a place I
had recently locked up. Only under hypnosis was I able to reach this place.
I remember the broken down TV that our parents used to change the channels with
by pliers. The rusted stove we used to cook what little food we had. Our sheets
were thrown down on the floor. These were bagged up and taken from a near by
Motel 6 where my mother used to work hours upon hours sweeping and cleaning up
other peoples messes.
Her excuse at home was, "Why bother. It's just going to be like that the next
time. You kids clean it up yourself if you want something clean."
None of us ever bothered cleaning it up because we were too young to know how.
Our father, God bless his soul, was a ruthless, cheapass, drunk as my mother used
to put it. He would never spend a dime on us.
His favorite saying, "When I was your age my father made me work three jobs that
paid only a dime a minute. We didn't complain about the hours of work spent. It
was money. Now go out and get a job and stop complaining."
Trapped between the dark ages, it never occurred to him that we were only kids
and couldn't work. Then there were my brothers and sisters. We were all basically
packed into one room without anything to do except for our games of flipping beer
bottle caps from my father's empty bottles and counting the cuts and scraps from
all the rust around us. This was my childhood.
Now I know your wondering why would I think of ever returning to a place like
this, but after I got into the real world I couldn't handle anything. Everything
was either too difficult or not achievable due to the basis of not being able to
read. You see my parents still believed school cost money. They wouldn't send us
to school because of this. No one ever came from child services to check up on us
either, since most in our neighborhood couldn't afford to be born in a hospital,
so all of us were born in the house. The youngest Roxie was a near lost. The only
reason my mother and her weren't killed is because of the six bottles of beer my
father forced my mother to drink to get her to shut up and stop complaining
during the birth.
Abuse was another problem in my family. It was a way for our dad to forget his
pain. He used to take his belt off, "Old Spikey" as he used to call it, and just
beat us to death with it. We either had to pretend to pass out or wait till he
passed out before we were capable of leaving. Sure we tried to run away, but we
never left the corner of the street. You see we were only kids. We had nowhere to
run or go. Plus we knew they would come after us and be even more destructive to
us.
After 10 years of this abuse I remember my dad finally dieing. I guess all the
beer finally took it's toll. My mom went into a horrible breakdown after that
day. She closed herself off from the world and trapped herself off into a
horrible corner of her mind. The spots below her face became darker and darker as
the wrinkles took it's toll all over her skin. You would think by my mother's
looks that she was at least in her 60's or 70's; however the truth was that she
was only 30. She was fired from her job for depressing the guests. Along with the
horrible smell she was producing from not bathing. You see just recently our
water was shut off for past due payments, rent was falling behind, and our lives
were falling apart.
It wasn't till the final notice came that our landlord called the cops. The cops
took my mom away and brought me here to this dump. God knows what happened to my
brothers and sisters. Being minors, they didn't care to pass on that information
to me.
After a couple of years I moved around from home to home until I was finally 18.
A free man at last. Out on my own without a care in the world. I couldn't read,
couldn't write; but Lord knows I wasn't going to let that stop me.
If life has taught me anything over these years it is that the best way to get
something you want is to take it. I started robbing banks, stores, and anything
other task that people set me up with. However my downfall was my last and final
job.
It was a scientific research company. The hit was for a new biochemical agent
that would allow the body to regress mentally and physically. I was told the
formula would be in a red container. I was to grab the container and then destroy
the rest of the information. Everything was going smoothly till I grabbed the
container.
As a safety trap, the company had put a small hole that would drip out small
amounts of formula onto the one who attempted to steal it. This reaction would
then create a biochemical change and alteration in them. Unaware of this trap I
soon fell victim to the formula's changes.
I remember my hair changing color and growing longer. My lips became fuller and
more ladylike. My eyelashes slowly spread out, as they grew longer. My nose
shifted into an upward turn as it settled into place. Then the changes spread
past my neck as I felt something raising up on my chest. I could see a full set
of twins up there that wiggled and giggled at each slight movement. I also
noticed the change in my balance as it spread down my body. My hips became more
curved, my legs growing smaller and my feet shrank. The changes didn't do much to
my hands because even back when I was younger the kids used to make fun of me
because of they were so girly. My genes came more from my mom's side than my
father's.
After all the changes were finished I screamed a very girlish scream that was far
from the usually male sounding scream I was used to, but the changes weren't over
then. That was when I noticed the bumps that had just grew getting smaller till
it was flat again.
At first I thought I was safe and reverting back to my malehood, but I was far
from right. It wasn't till I noticed the door slowly growing larger and the
furniture growing bigger that I saw what was truly happening to me. I was getting
younger and younger. As I slowly grew younger my clothes started to fall off till
there was nothing more then my top hanging on me.
I was now stuck a 4 year old girl. No longer the man I had used to be, but a
small fragile, innocent creature void of all knowledge and life that adults
should know about. The worst part is I was helpless to relive the hell of
childhood over again that I had so hoped to escape.
That was when the door open up and a lady came near me. Her voice echoed in my
mind as she spoke, "You thought that you would steal from us. You thought you
would be cool, but now you're stuck. Now you're ours and ours alone. We will see
to your fate. A fate void of freedom and pleasure. Jails may not be part of your
future, but a fate even worse." She laughed just like the demonic lady she was.
I was sent back in the homes. Moved around and exchanged till each family got
tired of me or brought in a new younger child to care of and show off.
That's the whole of it doc. Hypnosis or no hypnosis I will still speak of it. You
see I have no need to hide the facts of my life. The only reason I want to be a
man again is because I was never meant to be a female in the first place. Decide
as you must or want, but if your not the one to do the operation then I will just
have to go to another sex change doctor and tell my story all over again.
The End
Tammi
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