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I opened my eyes. I was in a shop window. I couldn't move anything. I was
a mannequin, produced at the Royal Factory, and special because I was an
autonomy correct boy. I had long hair to my shoulders. Long hair was
meant to make me look like a skater boy or something like that. I suppose
it was supposed to be modern. There was a special thing about me. My hair
was made from clippings from a real princess. I doubt that when the
princess was getting her hair cut, that she knew that it would be used as
my hair. I felt very special because of this fact, and would boast to the
other mannequins if I could. I was supposed to be about 10 years old.
I was sold to a small shop in the countryside. It sold women's clothes
and clothes for children. The owner was Mrs. Shell and had two daughters
called Chelsea (12 years old) and Chloe (10 years old). Mrs. Shell was
divorced, so she had no husband. It was probably lucky enough that she
didn't have a husband. She was very dominating and very bossy. That is
most likely where her daughters have learnt it from. I was put in the
shop window with a girl mannequin. I had a lovely sight over the town's
main street. I decided that I would have a beautiful life here
That night, everything was quiet in the town. The girls were playing a
card game in the shop. Mrs. Shell was upstairs doing the accounting. The
moonlight was slowly appearing. I could feel it on my legs. It was a warm
feeling. My hair started shining. I knew there was something magical
about princess hair. I didn't know that mannequins could feel anything.
But I tell you, I felt a warm feeling where the moonlight was shining. It
felt sort of strange; it was like I was being thawed out after my body
was frozen. Then I saw Chloe and Chelsea staring at me. They were telling
each other that I was coming to life. I thought they were going crazy,
but as the moonlight continued shining on my body, and then my body
became warmer and warmer. I tried moving my arms, and to my surprise,
they could move. I started moving around. I was a bit stiff at the start,
but that disappeared after some time.
The girls were in shock. They started poking at me and thought it was
funny when I said ouch. They were nearly dancing around me, as if they
have given life to me. I was very shy and didn't know what to do or say.
Being a boy mannequin is easy, you just have to stand and pose. You
didn't have to do anything. As a real living boy, you have to do
something. You have to say something.
"What's your name?" Chloe asked
"Model T-rex 2012" I whispered
"You have to speak louder. Otherwise we can't here you"
"Model T-rex 20212."
"You can't be called that"
The two girls talked together, and then names started flowing from them.
Martin, Bill, Stefan, Kevin and many other names.
"He looks like a girl." Chloe
"I suppose you are right, "Chelsea said
"Then he should have sissy name like Chrissy. "
"That's a good name for him."
That was my new name. The two girls told me that they were like my
sisters. They would take care of me. Then they told me that they would be
playing dress up. I just stood between them and sat on the floor. Chelsea
rushed up to her room to get a small suitcase. When she came down she put
it on the floor and opened it. It looked like a treasure box, full of
jewelry and things for hair.
They started by fixing my hair. I didn't ask them what they were doing,
as being a mannequin, I was used to people fixing hair and putting things
on me. I just sat there being obedient and allowing the two girls what
they wanted to on my head. They were putting my hair in a ponytail and
telling each other how pretty I looked. Finally my hair was pinning a
ponytail with flowers and butterflies in it.
They started to take off my clothes. I was not at all embarrassed when
they took my clothes off. After all, they were not my clothes, they were
the shops clothes. The girls laughed when they came to my undies. I
looked down and could a tent in them. The people who made me put a stiffy
on me. This meant that I would always have a stiffy. The girls took off
my undies and started going around the shop finding some clothes. I just
stood there.
They started talking
"We can't put those on him"
"Why not?"
"Because they are girls."
"So, he has a ponytail. We can make him look like a sissy"
"That would be so funny"
So within no time, they found panties, and leggings and a tube top. They
wasted no time in putting the clothes on me. They led me to a mirror and
I was surprised. I looked like a girl. You could still see that I was a
boy, but I looked like a girl. I put my hand up to my hair. It was so
pretty with all the butterflies and flowers. I looked down at the
leggings. You could still see the tent in them. The girls of course that
was funny.
They called me their sister, and we started playing different games. In
no time I was laughing and enjoying the games, especially hide and seek.
We also played Top model, where we tried different clothes on. I forgot
all about that I was a boy dressed in girl's clothes. I was just having
fun with the two girls.
The girls became tired and slept on the floor. I was not tired. I went
around the shop and tried on different clothes. I don't know why I tried
on girl clothes, it could be because the girls influence on me. I also
thought that the clothes were pretty and I liked the way they felt on me.
It was getting early in the morning. I let my hair look like long. I
tried on some the tube top I had on earlier and then the leggings.
The sun was beginning to appear. I felt funny. As the sun started to
light inside the shop, it started to shine on me. I felt life leave me
and I could see that my skin was changing once again to plastic. I was
afraid. Was my chance of becoming a boy disappearing? Was my destiny just
to be a mannequin in the shop window? I could feel my body stiffen. When
the sun was shining directly on me, I was totally stiff and once again. I
just stood there.
The girls could see that I was a plastic mannequin again. They were a bit
disappointed, but they moved me back to the shop window. They did not
change the girl's clothes on me, so I stood in the window with a tube top
and leggings. Mrs. Shell didn't even notice that my clothes were changed.
The two girls were on their way to school; they looked at me on the way
out and started laughing
"He still has girl's clothes on!"
"That doesn't matter; people will just think it's a girl."
"Unless they noticed that he was a boy yesterday or they can see the
bulge down below."
No one that passed really stared at me. I was enjoying that everyone
thought that I was a girl. There was even a mum that came in and asked if
she could get the same leggings as the girl was wearing in the window.
She was talking about me! She thought that I was a girl! Mrs. Shell
looked confused and looked at me. She didn't know how I got girl clothes
on. All she did was shrug her shoulders. It didn't matter once that I
helped her sell clothes.
Just before lunch, a boy stood outside the window with his mum
"Mum, I want the same top as he has"
"That is a girl, darling."
"No it is not. He has a boy's hairstyle, and he was a boy yesterday and
you can see his thing stick out"
"She has long hair."
"Some boys have long hair mum"
Mum looked closer at me, and she knew in her head that I was really a
boy. How could she explain to her son that I was a sissy? How can shops
promote such a thing? Boys wearing girl's clothes! She thought that it
was completely wrong for shops to promote girls clothes for boys. She
rushed on past the shop disgusted while her son protested, saying that he
thinks my top looked pretty. Mum and son would have a serious talk that
night.
Some people that passed the shop looked at me. Some figured out that I
was a boy. I would be the talk at dinner tables, in the pub, and while
watching TV.
The shop soon closed. The girls came back from school and giggled as they
seen me. They have planned what they would do with me if the same thing
happened to me. As soon as they went upstairs, it was just me looking out
at the street. One shop after another shop was closed down. I tried to
move but I couldn't. I was still plastic. I looked at the sky and thanked
God for giving me the chance to be a boy
I had a glimpse of the moon as it was beginning to light the street. I
was disappointed. I thought that I would get another chance to be a boy.
The moonlight was now glowing across the street. After a few minutes it
hit the shop window. I could feel my princess hair glowing and tingling.
As the moonlight hit my body, I could feel myself coming to life again.
As the moonlight lit the shop, my body was once again a boy's body. I
jumped from the window and started running across the shop. I was
delighted that I could run. Standing still in the window could be boring
The girls came down and were happy to see their adopted brother (me)
alive once again. They told me that they had new clothes for me to put
on. I was so happy! I loved putting on new clothes. I quickly stripped
off the clothes I had on, while the girls took out a bag. They took some
diapers from the bag. This confused me. I was supposed to be 10 years old
and didn't need any diapers. They were girl's diapers as well. I opened
my mouth to protest but nothing came out of my mouth. I could see a
demanding look in the girls face and I thought that if I protested they
would be mad at me. Besides I was T-rex 2012 and was their property.
They put the diaper on me. It has the little Mermaid on it. I looked
sown. It looked so bulky and made me look like an overgrown baby. Then
they put a t-shirt on me with a teddy bear on the front of it. The T-
shirt was pink. Then they put a denim mini dress on me. I kept looking in
the mirror and I could see that I looked like a cute girl. At the end
they put ankle socks on me that were frilly. They decided not to do my
hair, because they wanted that to look like boys hair.
I didn't change more that night. We drew pictures of castles and
princesses and flowers. It took me a bit of time to learn how to draw,
but I loved it. I loved looking at their pictures because they were so
pretty. Before I knew it, the girls were tired and decided that they had
to sleep. Of course I was not tired, and continued to draw all night.
I could see that it was getting lighter, and within no time I could see
that sun was beginning to shine. When the sun hit my body, it began to
stiffen up. I was once again becoming plastic. This happened quite
quickly and I just stood there as I was supposed to. Mrs. Shell was the
first to come down and was puzzled why I stood in the middle of the shop
with drawings around me. She also noticed my girl's clothes. She was
proud at her daughters. She thought that they were practicing their
window displays. Of course it confused her why I had girl clothes on.
Everyone could see that I was a boy mannequin. Once again, she shrugged
her shoulders and moved me over to the window shop.
People paid more attention to me that day. They would stare through the
window and talk with each other or laughed a bit. I didn't know that a
rumour went around town that Mrs. Shell dresses her boy mannequin in girl
clothes. Some boys stood staring through the window. They were a bit
older than the girls. I could see them pointing fingers at me. They
noticed that I was wearing a diaper under my mini dress. This made them
laugh even more. They started calling me a sissy baby. I felt like
crying, but being made of plastic, I could not get any tears to come.
They were soon that I was being looked at by many people. There was even
one from the newspaper that started taking pictures of me. People were
both disgusted and curious to why a boy was being dressed up as a baby
girl. I felt a bit shy, especially when the newspaper man started taking
pictures of me.
That night, the moon shone on me again. I could feel the warmth going
through my body and I could move again. I quickly moved from the shop
window and started taking my clothes off. I walked around the shop
looking for new clothes. I picked up some Spiderman briefs and put them
on. I looked in the mirror. I was a boy! But something felt wrong. They
did not feel comfortable on me. I walked around the shop. I didn't feel
like I was myself. In despair and in anger, I took the briefs off. I
rushed over to the girls section and found some panties with "hello
kitty" on it. They were pink. I rushed to put them on. I looked in the
mirror again and wondered why these panties were more comfortable. They
did look pretty on me. Was it because pink was my favourite clothes or
was it because they were girl's panties?
"Hello there, I was wondering how you could change clothes every day"
I turned around and it was Mrs. Shell. I just stared at her unable to say
anything. I was afraid of her; after all she was my owner. She saw that I
was afraid and trembled. She came over to me and hugged me. She said she
heard of mannequins coming to life and was so lucky to have one herself.
I then told her how the moonlight makes me come to life and how the girls
dressed me as a girl. I also admitted that I tried boy's clothes but they
didn't feel right.
She told me that I should wear boy's clothes in the shop window when I
was just a plastic mannequin, but I could dress up as a girl at nighttime
when I was alive. It was because she was getting a lot of angry people
that complained that a shop should not have a sissy in its shop window.
She explained that people do not simply understand boys who has
transgender identity problems, or boys who simply like playing in girl
clothes. I agreed to her deal.
Then she called down her daughters and told them that she knows
everything. The daughters held their heads down low, as if they have done
something wrong. However, Mrs. Shell praised them saying that it was nice
of them to help me pick out girl clothes, but she did not understand why
I needed a diaper. The girls said that was just for a joke, and besides
bed wetter's would come on the shop. I laughed at that. I was not a bed
wetter. I never ate or used the toilet.
We played around all night. We were now like sisters, and at one stage
Mrs. Shell said she had three daughters now. This confused me. Did she
not owe me anymore or did she consider me a part of the family? I loved
playing with the girls and I could feel the love and compassion that Mrs.
Shell had for us all.
The girls soon fell asleep and after Mrs. Shell read me Harry Potter, she
fell asleep on the chair. Morning was approaching, so I put on some boy
clothes. However, I kept on my kitty panties and long waist tights that
were white. At least I felt comfortable underneath and no one could see
them. I stood at the shop window waiting for the sun to come up. I loved
looking at the sky when it was dark. The stars were so beautiful. I
thought that they were angels holding a light and protecting everyone at
night. I felt that it was my job to protect the shop at night, while my
new family slept.
Morning came, and it became lighter and lighter. It started to rain and
you could nearly dance to the rain pounding against the window. Chloe was
the first one to wake up. She rushed to the window and saw that I was
still moving. This confused her so she woke her sister that was just as
much confused. Mrs. Shell woke up and told the girls that it was nearly
time to go to school. She wiped her eyes when she saw me there. Then she
remembered the stories of mannequins that came to life. The moonlight
helped them to come to light and the sunlight made them plastic again.
Then she concluded that there was no sunlight because it was raining. I
was to be a boy today. She told me that I could go to school with the
girls
When we arrived at school, the girls presented me as their cousin. I was
in Chloe's class and the teacher said I could come any time when I was
visiting the family. I sat down next to Chloe. School was fun and I
started learning a lot, except maths. I didn't understand a lot of that!
The boy behind me poked me in the back. He could see that I was wearing
tights. I blushed and looked at the blackboard again. Then he gave me a
piece of paper. I slowly opened it, trying not to capture the teacher's
attention. It was a picture of me in the shop window with girl's clothes
and a diaper on. It must have been that man from the press yesterday.
Below it, the boy wrote, "This looks like you!" I think I must have gone
very red. I felt like the earth was opening up and I was going to get
swallowed. I showed the newspaper clipping to Chloe. She read what the
photographer wrote under, "Shop sells clothes to sissy boys"
"Don't worry, he will not know it's you," she whispered, "No one would
guess that a mannequin can come to life"
"I am wearing tights and panties; he knows that I am wearing them"
"Oh, maybe he will forget"
He didn't forget. At lunch he told everyone. Within no time there was a
group of boys around me asking to see my cute tights and panties. I was
embarrassed and just stood there. They became even crueler and started to
pull down my trousers. I stood there with my tights showing and trousers
around my knees. They could see the pink panties through my tights. Then
the questions started flying in at me. Am I a sissy? Do I fancy boys?
Would I like to wear a skirt? They were laughing and teasing me. I just
looked at the floor. I wanted them to go but I couldn't tell them too. I
just listened to their questions and insults. The problem is that I knew
what they were saying was true. I was not a normal boy. I had hair that
belonged to a princess, a girl and I felt like a girl in many ways.
The boys got bored of teasing me. They started to discuss if they would
beat me up because they thought I was a sissy and gay. I put up my hands
to protect my face, but then I heard Chloe and Chelsea and their friends
come. Chloe put up her hands ready to fight any boy that touched me. The
boys laughed at her and walked away. I had the ultimate humiliation. I
was protected by girls.
"You are now one of us" they said. I smiled. At least I belonged
somewhere.
That was my life, I was considered a sissy by the boys and they would
never be my friend. Maybe they thought that I would give them the sissy
disease or something. I played with the girls, and to be honest I liked
their games better. I loved when we would gossip and talk about clothes.
At home, I was considered part of the family. I played a lot with my two
sisters and I loved when my new mum gave me hugs or read a history.
That's of course when the sun didn't shine. When it shined, I was a
mannequin on the shop window
I found out to accept my weird sides. I was not just different, I was
just not a sissy, I was just not a mannequin, I was myself
Geraldine
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