The Christmas Letter
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A boys Christmas Letter
By Princess
Dear Santa I do not know if you will ever get this letter. All I want
for Christmas is to be a boy. I do not know if you even exist. But if
you do exist, or if God exists please hear me please. Maybe I was very
bad and I deserve all of this and If this is some punishment for what I
have done can you please help me understand. I do not know if you even
know me or if you have forgotten me. All I want for Christmas is to be
allowed to be a boy again.
I want my mommy to love me like she used to. In case you don't know who
I am, I am Jason, eleven year old boy. I am not a girl. Last Christmas,
You gave me just dresses and girls panties and bras. Why did you give me
that. Maybe It wasn't you that gave me that stuff and maybe it was mom
instead. Maybe you haven't heard my prayers and cries and maybe you
don't know me. Since last Christmas, my mommy has been really mean to
me. She has been forcing me to live this year as a girl and I have
really been miserable.
She used to love me so what has changed? Why is she forcing me to be a
girl? Since that last Christmas, I have been very sad it it has been the
most humiliating year. Last Christmas wasn't happy for me and isn't a
Christmas supposed to be the happiest time for a kid? I opened all of my
gifts with hope and all I got was two full-length silky dresses. Four
skirts, two pairs of nylons, one pair of red stilettos, six pairs of
panties, one really sexy pair, six pairs of training bras and something
mom called a camisole and a baby doll. Whose idea was it to give me all
of that? I was shocked when I opened my first present to see a pretty
black and white maid minidress and a apron in it. I thought it was for
someone else and I asked mommy, "There must be some mistake mom, this is
a dress."
She laughed and said to me, "No sweetheart, that is your dress here is
another." The tag said, 'To Kristine.' So ever since I have been called
Kristine.
Moms made me try everything on, do different girl poses in the dresses
and the lingerie. I It all really sucked. I even got a feather duster to
go with my maids dress and she forced me to put the maids dress and the
apron on, over the pink panties with the embroider heart and the bra. I
had to learn how to put on nylon stockings and I had to pose for a new
Kristina sissy album. I posed holding the feather duster.
The humiliation really started the next day. I had all of my boys stuff
bagged up and some evil mistress lady took the bags to Good Will. What I
got for Christmas was the start of a new wardrobe that kept growing
every week. Well Mom made me sit down next to her wearing the new baby
doll style mimidress and she explained to me. She said, Kristina, listen
girl. From this time on, you will be Kristina and you will learn al
about being a girl. You will not go to school anymore this year. Me and
Mistress Amy will home school you. Understand."
"But Mommy I am..." Slap. She slapped me and yelled, "Shut up Sissy. You
will be a girl from now on, DO you understand."
"Yes Mommy, " I sniffled.
"Good Kristina. It is New Years so lets go though a few things. " I
spent the day learning how to do housework like cleaning, cooking,
mopping, scrubbing bathroom floors, walking like a girl, sitting like a
girl. How to wash panties and fold the clothes. All of that stuff. It
was tiring and what made it worse was when I questioned, or complained
she hit me with some leather riding crop she got. I got a sharp hit to
my thigh or butt when I made a mistake.
My thigh was red and hurting by the end of the day and I was exhausted
from the day of intensive training to be her housemaid. She finally let
me go into my room at the end of the day. My muscles were aching badly
from all of the training. I was shocked to see my room had been
repainted all pink. My bed was a Barbie bed. I slept pretty good that
night, in some pink silky babydolls, and satin panties. At least I
didn't have to wear the training bra. That thing dug into my shoulders
and my ribs. The cups were a new feeling too. My arches of my feet were
screaming from the three inch spikes I had to learn to walk on. The Next
day she took me to a beauty salon and got my hair made up long like a
girls. She gave me what they call hair extensions. I also got a lot of
makeup and spent hours learning how to do it all. She got my eyebrows
waxed.
The intensive training continued over the next several weeks and
something new happened every day. I slowly got accustomed to all of the
new housework. It wasn't all that bad. I helped my mother a lot with it
before. Us living together, I should share it right. But, this was
something entirely different, more demeaning. It was like my entire
status changed to her servant instead of her son. She made me be her
help, her maid. I did it all and she came home from her work and ordered
me around with a ringing bell she had and she called me maid Kristine.
Or sissy.
I was trained to drop everything and come to her when I heard the bell
ring. I learned to curtsey and call her Ma'am, or mistress Melinda. That
evil Mistress woman kept an eye on my work every day until mom got home.
Each night I had to take two large pink pills, and I took a smaller
pill every twelve hours.
I didn't know what that was about but slowly. I did notice very big
changes to my body. My body was slowly altering to a girls My chest
started growing out into two small mounds under my nipples, my nipples
grew out and got larger. My butt and thighs grew out and rounder. It was
so humiliating. After four months into the year, something entirely new
started happening. Mistress Amy introduced me to something called a
dildo, and a strap on dildo. I learned to keep a tube of lubricant
around so it didn't hurt. Every night she made me bend over and she
would force a dildo up me, or make me suck it for her. A friend of hers
forced me to put my face between her legs and lick her until she
spazemed. Women call it a orgasm but I learned far more about women's
bodies than I ever wanted to learn.
My breasts were growing out more pronounced over the summer and she had
me put on some vagina looking thing onto my crotch area. It looked like
a very real part of a woman. Some how the thing molded into my own skin,
it lubricated like a woman's, it felt warm and slippery. It put out its
own odor and when Mistress would put a dildo in it, I really felt it
sliding in me. Having that part really took a lot of getting used to.
About Seven months into the misery, she started making me, no forcing me,
to go out on a date with a boy the Mistress knew. He was a little older
than me and a lot stronger. His name was Cody. He was a horny Seventeen
year old. I had a large wardrobe by then and she was dressing me like a
little sex starved tart and I asked her, "Mom do I have to do this?"
She blew up in my face. "Yes you do you slut. It's about time you start
going out with boys. After all the money I spent on you, after all that
you have and you are still giving me a hard time. If you keep
questioning me I will have that nurse make all of your changes
permanent. You bitch so shut up."
It was a concert and he didn't really take me there. We never left his
car. He stopped in some woods and raped me. Some hours later he took
me back to moms and she insisted I give her all of the details. I broke
down and started crying. She laughed.
It was then that I said the awful words. I said, "Mom I hate you."
A lot of sons and daughters say that and most don't mean it. But, I know
to my shame, I really meant it. I still mean it. Its been twelve months
and she keeps forcing me to see that boy and do all of housework.
So Santa, in case you forgot, my name is Jason, I am eleven and im not a
girl. All I want for Christmas is to be a boy again. And I want my mommy
to be good like she used to be. If any of that is possible please do
that for me. If not, I do not know if I can make it another year like
this. I am becoming very depressed and not sure if this kind of life is
worth the pain. I don't want to go on this depressed.
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