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Hero
(Sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes. I am not perfect. Most
readers have patience; others think the story sucks if there are
mistakes. I do try though
Hello everyone. I am so happy that my story will be on this site. It's
not a story about me finding out there was a girl living in my boy's
body, and it's not a story about some girl or woman making me their
slave. It's not a story about me finding a boyfriend and being his
girlfriend. This is my story where I tell the truth about what
happened. I hope you won't laugh at me. There is one thing I would like
to say before I start. Things happened so quickly. One minute I was
living my life as I always did, the next second I was part of some
media spectacular show. It's confusing when you are in the middle of
it, as I said, things happen so quickly.
I bet you are all saying what is he talking about? That means that it
is time that I tell you my story.
My name is Summer, and that is not a girls name before you start. It is
a unisex name. All my life people keep telling me it's a girl's name.
Anyhow, now that you all know my name, I am 11 years old. I live in the
city in the wealthy area. Its not my fault that my parents are wealthy,
they just are. I like doing most things. Video games, and watching TV,
and sports. Life is good. My parents love me more than anything. They
spend all their spare moments with me, so I can't complain. Well if I
could complain, it would be about two things. The first is that I wet
the bed. I had to wear these stupid diapers at night.
In the building where we lived, there were no children. Just this other
girl called Shelly.
Shelly was also 11. She had a quick temper. Mum always said that she
thought that Shelly was spoiled child that got whatever she wanted. I
didn't think so. When you talked and played with Shelly, you found out
she was the nicest girl in the world. No, I did not fancy her; she was
just a good friend. It is true that she wanted to decide everything,
what we were to do. But that's ok, usually she had some fun games and
things we could do. Like we would tease the doorman,
This story really begins one day when I was visiting Shelly. We were
dead bored looking at some magazines.
"I know what we can do," Shelly shouted
"What?"
"We can play that you are my baby sister."
"Why baby?"
"Well you do wear diapers and wet the bed."
"You promised that you would not tease about that."
"I'm not, but I can see by the bulge that you are wearing one now."
"That's because Mum says I should wear it here, otherwise I forget to
go to the toilet when we play so much."
"So, if you wore one of my dresses, you would be a baby girl."
I don't know why I did it. But for the next hour, I let her take off my
clothes until I sat just in my diaper. Of course she said I was pretty
in my diaper and teased me somewhat about it. I sat down sort of half
freezing and thinking if this was a good game after all.
She showed me this yellow dress. It definitely looked like something a
baby would wear. It was yellow with white lace around the sleeves and
around the hem and neck; it also had red flowers on them. She told me
to raise my arms and put the dress on me.
Then she said I would need some sandals. I wore sandals before, but
that was when I was younger and these sandals were yellow to match the
dress. It was obvious that they were girl's sandals.
The last thing she did was to fix my hair. She said it was quite long,
but it still had what she called a skater boy style. Then she got an
idea. She put my hair in a ponytail.
After she done all that she asked me how I felt,
"This dress is strange, it's like I can feel the breeze go up it. Its
like I'm naked form the waist down."
Shelly promised that I would get used to it, and took me to the mirror.
I nearly fainted. There was a girl in the mirror, although she looked
younger than I really was. Then it stroke me, this girl was me! I
wasn't an ugly girl either. I never thought that I had such a girlish
face. I started there looking at my eyes with the long eyelashes, and
my lips, that didn't need any makeup.
We spent an hour playing sister and baby sister. We were on a couch
when I laid with my head on her lap. She gave me milk in a bottle.
Those things are hard to suck from. Despite me being against it at the
start, I liked playing being a baby. It was like having a big sister
taking care of me, and I always wanted to have a big sister. If wearing
the dress were the price of having a big sister, then I would wear a
dress. Especially when I looked so pretty. As a boy, I looked like a
wimp. As a girl I was pretty.
After an hour, Shelly said that we should go out for a walk. I said no
way. I was wearing a dress. Shelly talked and talked, and at the end
she made me admit that I looked like a girl, and no one would even
notice I was a boy. She said we would look like two sisters going for a
walk.
I don't know why I said yes to this. It was like the time Mum bought me
a pink coat and said no one will notice. I wore the pink coat to school
and everyone teased. When I told her everyone teased, she just said
that everyone was jealous of my pink coat. Yeah, right!
So there we were, like two sisters walking to the park. Shelly held my
hand. I am sure that others thought that she was taking care of me. I
noticed when the wind blown a bit, that my dress blew in all
directions. Not as bad as that Marilyn Monroe dresses did, but it was
enough to see the diaper that I was wearing. This made me blush a lot.
One thing was that people were going to see me as a girl; another thing
was that they would see that I am wearing a diaper.
"Listen, " Shelly said, "We live in a city. No one notices anyone. I
mean look at all those emos and rockers walking. We will have forgotten
them in a few minutes. The same is if someone sees my little sister's
diaper. They would have forgotten it in five minutes. The worse that
could happen is that they would discuss it at supper, and they would
not even know who they were talking about"
Shelly was right, and at any case, it didn't matter because I was
already out in public with a dress and a diaper on underneath. Just as
I was a world way in my thoughts, we heard a big crash. It was a black
limo that crashed into a white van. Two men in black shot got out of
the white van and shot down a bunch of men that were wearing
sunglasses.
The next thing we heard was sirens. The men in black ran away leaving
behind a few dead men and a limo with smoke coming out of it. It was
just like something that you would see in TV. Shelly and I along with
50 other people just stood there.
A few TV cameras were there and were taping everything
Then I heard a scream. It came from the black car. No one moved.
Everyone was just standing there. I couldn't believe it. A girl was
crying and no one was helping her.
I rushed to the car, and opened the door. Inside was a girl my age that
was screaming and crying. I put my hand over her mouth but that didn't
help. So, I put her hand around my shoulders and lifted her from the
car. It was hard to breath because of the smoke. I could also feel the
flames from the fire. I wont talk about that this girl didn't do her
part. I had to drag her. I kept on telling her to walk, because she was
heavy as a stone. A big stone. I looked forward and all I could see was
flashes. The media people were taking pictures of me. I thought it
would be better that they helped. It was hard to see where I was going
because of the flashes.
At last, I dragged the girl to where Shelly was. I looked behind; the
car was totally on fire.
Then I seen the media people with their microphones and everything rush
toward me, the girl was lying on the ground and some medics that just
came was taking care of her. It was then that reality hit me. I was a
boy wearing a dress, and I was not about to talk to TV news. I ran
towards Shelly, and we ran home. This was not that easy when you are
wearing a diaper.
We arrived at Shelly's house, and quickly changed into my boy clothes.
We were totally hyper. We never thought we would experience shooting
and a car crash. We talked about the fact that we seen the girl before,
but we were unsure where we seen her. She must have been famous. I also
looked forward to we can play little sister again.
That night, I begged Mum and Dad if we could see the news. Dad always
watches it, so I thought he would think I was grown up if I asked to
see it. He smiled and said of course, it was just in time.
".... The big news today is that terrorists had attempted to kill the
president's daughter when she was driving through our city. The Secret
Service attached to her was all killed. The situation looked bleak as
the president's daughter's car was in flames and she could not get out.
This story has a good ending. While the adults were looking at the
burning car, only the courage of a girl the same age as the president's
daughter saved the day. This unknown girl saved the presidents daughter
by dragging her from the car. The Presidents daughter is said to be ok,
but shocked after the ordeal, and the strange girl... she cannot be
found."
Mum and Dad stared at the screen. Their original reactions were that it
is good for the president's daughter that she survived and talk about
the stupid terrorists. Then they looked at the picture of the girl. I
sat in my chair wondering if they would recognize me. Their boy dressed
as a girl.
"I think I seen her someplace," Mum said. I think my heart jumped out
of my mouth. "Her face is so familiar."
"You are right, but I can't place where I seen her. Do you think that
we seen her at a family party or something?
"I don't know. There is something with her eyes."
I kept quiet. It was amazing that their son was dressed as a girl, and
they never recognized me. Looking at the TV screen, I would never have
recognized myself after.
The news was on the late news. Mum and Dad were surprised that I wanted
to see the news again. If they only knew why. It was the same news
story that they gave before, but they added some comments at the end,
"The girl, who is the heroine of the nation is unknown, But analysts
have said she must be mentally challenged in a special home for
children, If you look closely at the girl, you will see that she is
wearing a diaper. The search for the heroine continues. If you know
where this girl is, then ring to the following number."
I got mad. "That's bad. They are saying she's a retard because she
wears diapers. I have to wear them at night and I'm not a retard."
"Calm down Summer. They just can't find the girl. The whole nation
wants to thank her, and the only thing we know is that she wears
diapers. Besides, if she wears a diaper during the day, then she must
have a problem."
"You make me wear diapers during the day sometimes," I whispered.
Luckily they didn't hear.
The next day, everyone was talking about the heroine at school.
Everyone was saying how pretty she was, and courageous and a shame she
had to wear pampers. I felt so bad. I thought that Shelly and I were
cheating these people not telling them the truth. But how could we tell
the truth? Everyone would laugh if they knew I wore a dress. I could
hear them calling me names now, "sissy" and all those hard names they
would call me. I am the only one that knew that they would never see
the girl again. I would not go out in public with the dress on, I would
only wear it when we played little sister inside.
It didn't become better when the President issued a statement that he
would like to meet the heroine and thank her personally. The Nationwide
search was on and people claimed to have seen her (me) in all corners
of the country. The whole thing was getting out of hand. I am sure
there were more important things to be done. As I told you earlier, I
was not going to make her appear again, as that would mean that I had
to go out with a dress on.
Some people thought it was amazing that they couldn't find a little
girl, well that explains why they can't find Bin ladin.
After school, I came in and launched my self on the sofa. What a day!
No sooner than I had time to think, the phone rang. It was Shelly. She
wanted me to come to her place as soon as possible. She was in deep
trouble.
I rushed up to her place and she was waiting to tell me what was
bothering her.
"It's good that you came," she said, "these two Secret Service men came
to our door. They were looking at the film and noticed it was me that
was with the heroine. They made me promise that I would bring the
heroine to the National News tomorrow. You have to come"
"No way. They will forget about the heroine. The President daughter is
fine. What's the big fuss? I can't go out in public with a dress on. I
am not a sissy."
"But you liked being a girl. You liked going out as a girl."
"What if people recognize me?"
"They wont recognize you. Did you parents recognize you? Please I need
you to help me here. They were secret Service. I don't know what will
happen if they come to our door if I don't come with you"
"Ok, Ill show up at the presidents ceremony tomorrow."
Shelly was happy, and deep down so was I.
The next day, we had no school. It was the weekend so I rushed to
Shelly. She was dressed in her best clothes, which was a gown dress. It
made her look like an adult I think.
On her bed was a pure white dress with a red ribbon that went around
it. It looked like something Shirley Temple would wear. Shelly started
taking my clothes off. She became a big sister again rushing and
complaining how much she had to do. She got a bit mad that I was not
wearing a diaper, but she was also prepared for this. I had to lie on
the bed while she started changing my diaper. I went totally red in
embarrassment. When I was about to complain she just stuck a pacifier
in my mouth. Then she put some white tights on and the dress. The
tights were a weird feeling. It felt like someone was feeling my legs
all the time. I didn't wear sandals this time, I wore Mary James. The
last thing was to put my head in a ponytail. I looked at the mirror
before we left, the heroine was back! I loved the clothes
A black limo came to collect us. On the way out to the Limo, I saw Mum.
I heard her say "Shannon is that you?" just as I entered. My heard
sunk. Did Mum know it? Anyway we were driven to the TV station where
the president was.
When I stood outside the Limo, everyone was shouting and cheering. I
felt like I was Britney Spears or someone. There were some Secret
Service men holding them off of me, but this was hard. At one stage
this person got hold of my ponytail and pulled. Wow that hurt. Then it
seemed like every camera in country was there. Thousands and thousands
of pictures were taken of me, and with each picture, there was a flash.
Once again I thought I was going to be blind.
The meeting with the President was very short. He said thanks because I
saved his daughter and I said your welcome. Then he shook hands, and I
gave the president's daughter a hug, and it was all over.
Well that was until Mum came on the stage. She rushed towards me
telling everyone I was her son. I became so embarrassed that I started
to cry. Why was Mum doing this when most of the world could hear it?
She gave me a hug saying that it was OK, and we would have a talk when
I got home about the girl in my boys body. Needless to say I was
confused. The Only thing that I understood was that the whole world
knew that I was a boy that saved the Presidents daughter. You could
imagine what it said in magazines and the news that night.
So you see why I am writing this account. I want people to be clear
about a few things:
? If I like wearing dresses, then that is up to me. It doesn't mean
that I am a girl
? If I like playing the little sister with Shelly, then I will. We
don't harm each other and I like playing baby sister.
? I am not handicapped or retarded if I wear a diaper. My bladder will
get bigger and stronger.
That is what I would tell Mum when we had a talk about it. I am sure
that she would understand me and not interfere in the game that Shelly
and I had. A game we will try in the future.
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