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Boy to Princess - part 8 - Meet The New Heir
By Jennifer Allison
For the last two hours, every television was making the same
announcement during the commercial breaks and a banner line saying the
same thing.
THIS STATION WILL BE BREAKING INTO IT'S REGULAR SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING AT
NINE PM. TO BRING YOU THE PRIME MINISTER'S NEWS CONFERENCE TO INTRODUCE
THE NEW RULER OF OUR COUNTRY.
As nine o'clock drew closer, my parents kept asking me. "Are you sure
you made the right decision?"
My reply was always the same, "Yes I am."
Finally, the Parliament's Clock chimed nine.
We had to use the largest room available for the press conference. Even
then, it wasn't big enough. It was standing room only, and the room was
packed; along with the halls, offices and the other rooms and offices
where close circuit TV was available. A crowd of at least ten thousand
people surrounded the building outside.
On stage with the PM were Mr. Drew, Dr. Withers and many of the major
officials I had had dealt with over the last year.
I decided that my parents should accompany me to stage when my name is
called.
The PM just said the following words. "I know you are not all here to
hear me speak. Pausing for a minute, he then said, "It is my great honor
to present ?"
"Her Royal Highness, Princess Jennifer."
As I entered the room, the noise in the room dropped from a football
stadium's roar where the home team just scored the winning touchdown to
where you could hear a pin drop thirty feet away.
The only noise that could be heard was made by my heels as I walked
across the floor.
The first noise heard was the ruffling of clothing as everyone in the
room bowed.
Not sure what I was suppose to say, I announced, "Please rise."
I could feel every eye on me, as I stood there on the platform.
The PM finally broke the silence.
"I would like to read a statement that will most likely will answer a
few of your many questions," he started with. "Princess Jennifer has
royal blood flowing in her veins. When Jennifer was found to be the
heir, she submitted to a DNA test to prove it. Using the most up to date
DNA method, we found the match."
Going on, he went into the details of why I was selected. Not my mother
or any other of mother's living relatives. "Dr. Withers here, found in
the library archives, how a new heir was selected the last time the
blood line ran out. During the month after the death of the Queen or
King, the next ruler will be selected from those who would be having
their sixteenth birthday. The selected Heir would show a sign. Jennifer
turned sixteen during the said month and showed the sign of selection."
I then waved my hand for the PM to stop and said. "I think they would
rather hear the answers to their questions from me than you."
So, I then took the stage. As I did so, I directed the PM. "Since I do
not know every one here, please select a reporter to ask a question."
The first reporter the PM pointed to was, "Mr. Ring."
"How old are you and did you have prior knowledge of your heritage?"
"I just turned 17 four months ago," I replied. "As for my heritage,
there was a rumor in my mom's family that there might royal blood in our
bloodline."
Before anyone else could ask, Phil asked, "Please explain that please."
"It had been rumored that 4 centuries ago that Prince Johan, had a one
night sexual relations with a member of my mom's family. Three weeks
later he was killed. Since only the girl and the Prince knew of this
relations and the Prince was dead, the family could never prove the
child born of this relationship was of royal blood." I didn't think the
world needed to know this relationship was actually a rape.
"Are you angry at Hillary for outing you?" asked another reporter. "Have
you heard that her father has thrown her out of the house, for doing
so?"
"I was mad at first, but I knew this day would come. I am not mad at her
now." Then I told them. , "Mr. Benton and I have talked it over. Hillary
will be allowed back home on the conditions set forth by her father."
"So she will be paying for leaking your secret?" asked the same
reporter.
"Hillary is only paying for not keeping the promise she made to her
father, when he allowed her to go to work for him. Specifically: that
whatever went on in her father's office would stay in her father's
office.?
"Will you continue to attend the same high school?" asked a reporter
from my high school's newspaper.
"No, I will not," I replied. "It will cost the taxpayers too much money
to spend on safety precautions for me. This money can be spent on more
important items." I would be still attending as Dean, but they didn't
need to know that.
"Where did you disappear after leaving the dance the other night?" asked
a reporter in the back of the room.
"I am not telling," I answered with a chuckle. "I plan on using that
spot many more times."
"I have a question that you might not answer. I know a lot of girls out
there would like to know," said a reporter for the local fashion
magazine. I wave my hand in a way to tell her to ask her question. "What
are your body measurements?"
"34, 28, 36," I replied before the PM could stop me.
Turning towards my family, one reporter asked my mom. "How do you feel
about all this?"
"Just so there aren't any misconceptions. Jennifer is my niece. My
husband and I adopted her after the death of my sister and her husband."
Then she answered the question. "I think it is wonderful. For one mighty
reason; I can think of no one better than my niece to be the next ruler
of our country."
"Why is that?" asked Phil Ring.
"The way she has handled the Hillary situation and her agreeing to no
punishment to you, the press, for printing the story of her being the
heir. Especially since each one of you has an agreement with the
government not to print anything about the royal family."
"Is that true?" asked the voice in the back of the room.
"I have issued my first Royal Pardon to you, the press," I answered.
Then I warned them, "But I wouldn't try your luck again, were I you."
"So we are all on probations?" asked the same voice.
"Yes!" I replied.
A woman reporter by the wall asked. "Why aren't your cousins Dean and
Ron here with you?"
"They both chose not be to here." I then told them, "Dean and Ron have
granted an exclusive interview to Miss Bascomb. The editor of our high
school newspaper."
Miss Bascomb, who just happened to be in the room, was then surrounded
by at least ten reporters. I could hear some of what she was telling
them. "Yes you may have a copy of my interviews, but I get the by-line."
Then one the most respected woman in the whole country asked. "I know
all the questions asked are important to some, but there is one thing
that all of us want to know." Pausing for a moment to catch her breathe.
She asked, "What major changes are you planning on making with our
government and our lifestyle?"
"By law, I can't become Queen until my twenty-first birthday. So, the
government and the county will continue to run the way it has for the
last year since the death of Queen Wilma. I will be consulted and will
able to make suggestions, but that will be all." I then had to pause
myself. "As for after I turn twenty-one, I don't see any major changes."
I waited for a moment to let what I just said sink in. Then I said. "For
the last three centuries. Our Queen or King have been beloved through
out the land. I plan on continuing that tradition."
The PM then announced, "One more question."
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Miss Bascomb.
"I have boys as friends, but no one that anyone could be call steady," I
answered.
I then went out and did the balcony scene. You know . . . like the one
done by the members British Royal family. I couldn't see the crowd
gathered below. But, the lighting was arranged so they could see me as I
did the traditional wave to the crowd.
After fifteen minutes of waving at the cheering crowd, the PM leaned
over and reminded me,
"It's 11:30, your highness."
I then announced to the crowd, "Good night to all," and left the balcony
for a special room set aside for me.
At 12:15, back in my male body, I slipped into the crowd below the
balcony unnoticed.
End of part 8
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