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"Sandy's Diary"
By Sandy Brown
January 15th, 2012
Dear Diary,
This is my very first entry! When Mom bought me this diary for Christmas,
well, to be honest, I thought that only girls wrote in diaries. It didn't
help that you are pink. Mom told me it's just a pale red, but you look
pink to me. She also told me that lots of boys write in diaries, but the
only kids I know who have them are girls.
Anyway, I finally decided to write because I finally had something to
write about. Over the weekend, Mom was doing her nails. I have seen her
do them a million times, so it was nothing new, but for some reason, I
couldn't stop looking at her. I was hoping she wouldn't notice, but she
did. She asked me if I liked how her nails looked. They WERE really
pretty, with this pale pink. So I told her I did like them, and the next
thing I know, she was painting my nails! I tried to protest but she told
me that it was just the two of us, no one would know, and that it would be
fun to have matching nails. So I let her! I was so nervous as I sat
there and she painted them, one by one! It felt like we were really doing
something wrong, like breaking a rule or something. But you know what, it
WAS fun! And I couldn't believe how different my hands looked once I had
the nail polish on. It was like, all of a sudden, I had girl's hands!
Every time we did anything around the house, we kept showing off our
nails, and giggling. It was really the most fun I have had in a long
time.
Sunday night, Mom took out her nail polish remover and took the polish off
my nails. I made like it was a relief to finally get that polish off my
nails, but the truth is, I had kinda gotten used to seeing my nails that
way!
Aaanyways, Mom putting nail polish on my nails is not the main reason why
I am writing. It's what happened next. I get to school the next morning,
and I realize that Mom did not do a super great job of removing the
polish. There was definitely some pink at the base of my nails. I just
prayed that no one would see me. But we had a writing assignment, and I
was having a little bit of trouble and Miss Findlay, who is the nicest
teacher ever, came over to help. Oh my God, I could tell that she
definitely saw. She looked at my hands, and then looked right at me and
smiled. Then she squeezed my hand! I thought I was gonna die!
I went home and told Mom. She said she was sorry about not doing a better
job, and she promised that next time she would be more careful. But she
said not to worry about Miss Findlay, that she had exchanged emails with
her, and that Miss Findlay thought it was sweet, and that she would never
say anything to anyone. Well, that was a relief!
January 27th, 2012
Dear Diary,
I had another embarrassing thing happen in class today. Lucky for me it
was just with Miss Findlay. So, last night, I went to take a bath, and
Mom was acting all lovey-dovey, cuddling me and stuff. She said, Let me
show you how much more fun a bath can be. This is what we girls do. And
then she put some bubble stuff in the bath. And she even washed my hair
for me, and scrubbed my back. I said, Mom, I'm not a baby, I don't need
help in the bath, but she just said, Would you relax and enjoy yourself.
So, I did. And it was so nice! After I got out, I put my towel around my
waist, and then Mom took another big fluffy towel and wrapped it around my
head, like a big turban! I stood there looking at myself in the mirror.
I looked totally girlish. And I couldn't help it, I started getting this
tingly feeling. I was so confused. It was almost like I liked what I saw
in the mirror. But I know I am not supposed to! Anyway, while I was
standing there, Mom took some of her bath powder and started putting it
all over me! It felt really good and it smelled even better! Mom said,
See how nice it is to take a bath this way? And it was nice! It was so
nice that my weenie started getting hard. It started pushing out against
the towel. I was so embarrassed! I mean, what boy wants his mom to see
his weenie getting hard? Especially if it is because of something SHE is
doing? I know Mom saw it, but thank God she did not say anything. She
just finished with the powder and told me to put my pjs on.
Anyway, today I got to school. By then I had forgotten all about the bath
powder because it was yesterday. But Miss Findlay leaned over and
whispered in my ear, Mmmm, someone smells like my favorite bath powder.
Gene Natay, right? I shrugged because I really did not know what Mom had
put on me. But I was pretty embarrassed. I spent the rest of the day
worrying that the other kids would notice, but no one said anything.
February 21, 2012
Dear Diary,
So this is a pretty big deal. Mom has been trying to talk me into getting
my ears pierced. She says lots of boys have pierced ears, especially the
cool older kids. I told her that most of them only have one ear pierced,
but she showed me some musicians and professional athletes that have two.
I did notice that Justin Bieber has both of his ears pierced. I really
like him. Not just his music, but it seems like he cares about his looks,
and he takes the time to look nice. Mom is always pointing him out to me
and saying that. The other day we saw him on tv and Mom said, You know
Honey, I think he is wearing lip gloss? Do you see that? And it was
true, it definitely looked that way. She said, See that, here is a boy
that is wearing a little makeup, and all the girls love him! I was like,
What's your point, Mom. And she said, My point, Mr. Smarty Pants is that
you do not have to be Mr. Macho Man to be popular with the girls.
Anyway, we were in the mall over the weekend, and we walked by this stand
called The Peersing Pigoda. Mom stopped to look, and the girl who was
working there said there was a special, if you bought a pair of gold studs
they would do the peersing for free. Mom looked at me and said, What do
you say, Honey? I was pretty scared, both because I thought it would hurt
and I was pretty worried about what the kids in class would say. And then
Mom basically bribed me. She said, I know you have had your eye on that
new iTouch. What do you say, after we leave here, we go get one for you?
I had been dying for that new iTouch, so I said yes.
It didn't hurt so bad, and the next thing I knew, I had a little gold ball
in each ear! Mom said, See, you can barely notice them. Maybe we will
get you some more fun pares for when you are not in school. And if you
are a good boy, maybe I will even let you borrow some of mine! I thought
it would be weird for a boy to be borrowing his mom's earings, but I
didn't say anything. I know Mom has some really pretty earings, and even
though I tried to put it out of my mind, I couldn't help imagining myself
wearing some of them.
Anyway, the next day I went to school. I was pretty nervous and I asked
Mom if I could take the earings out before school, but she said I had to
leave them in because the wholes would close up.
So, school was pretty bad. The girls really liked my earings, but some of
the boys were making fun of me. They talked in a lispy voice and called me
a girl. I was pretty upset. But then Miss Findlay held me back right
before recess and she told me that I should not let them bother me. And
then she said that I looked really pretty! OMG! I KNOW boys are not
supposed to look pretty, but she told me that, yes, it was ok for boys to
look pretty! And I was really confused, because the truth is, it made me
feel warm inside, and like really special, to hear her tell me I was
pretty.
March 1, 2012
Dear Diary,
Well, today was a really big day. The stuff that happened to me before,
with the nail polish and the earrings, was nothing compared to today.
What happened was, over the weekend, Mom got me some new clothes. She got
me this really soft swetter. She said it was kashmere or something. I
didn't think it was too girlie, because it was gray, not pink or anything.
But, well, it did have little perl buttons. For underneath the swetter,
Mom got me a white shirt. It looked pretty much like a regular boys
button down shirt, except it was softer, and the coller was different. It
was kind of rounded, and it has a little bit of lace. Mom said something
about Peter Pan. So, she gave me the swetter, and the shirt (she called
it a blouse) and then right before I went to put on the blouse, she gave
me a training bra to put on!!! I had never seen one before, but I knew
what it was! I had heard the girls in school talking about it! I looked
at her like she was crazy, but she didn't look like she was in the mood to
argue. She said, Sandy, just do what I say and put this on. I'll help
you. She doesn't talk to me like that very often, so I did what she
said. After I had it on, she said, See, under the sweater no one will be
able to tell.
For the first time since I was little I stated crying a little and said,
Mommie, why do I have to wear this? It wasn't like I really minded. In
fact, I liked how it felt, kind of hugging me, but I was pretty scared
that someone at school would notice and then I would be dead. She hugged
me and said Because you are not an ordinary boy, you are a special boy,
and special boys sometimes get to wear special things. Ok? That made me
feel a little better. It reminded me of when I had the towel wrapped
around my head, and I really did feel special. So, I just did what she
said, and went off to school.
Of course, Miss Findlay decided to rub my back to feel my new soft
sweater, and she felt my bra! OMG Diary, did I just write MY bra? What
is happening to me???
At the end of the day, as I was leaving, Miss Findlay held me back. Then
she gave me a big hug and said, Sandy, you are a special boy. I was Iike,
OMG, that is exactly what Mom said! Maybe it's true!!
March 9, 2012
Dear Diary,
Hi, it's me again. Oh, Diary, I am so confused. Things have been
changing. For example, Mom took me to her salon to get my hair cut. If
it wasn't bad enough to go to a ladies' salon, she basically got me the
same haircut that she has! But here's where things get confusing, Diary.
I kind of LIKE looking like Mom. I didn't even say anything when the lady
who was cutting my hair also twezed my eyebrows. Mom was SO excited to
see what I looked like that I really felt like i couldn't complain. She
does seem happier now then I have ever seen her. And I have to say, it
does feel like her good mood is connected to her making me, well, more
girlish. It's not just the things she is doing, like when she painted my
nails. I don't really know how to describe it, but it's almost like I
feel like she is treating me like I'm her daughter. Like when she gave me
the bath and washed my hair. And here's the confusing part. I don't want
to be a mama's boy or a sissy, but the truth is, I LIKE it when she treats
me that way....I feel like we are like best friends or something. Like
the other day I came home from school and she had bought herself a new
outfit and she was all excited to show me. It made me feel all important
that she cared about what I thought. But this is where things get weird.
I found myself looking at her in her new outfit, thinking how beautiful
she is, and then I thought, oh I hope I can be that pretty one day. And
then I thought, OMG, did I just think that? That's just wrong!!! Now you
see why I am so confused!
March 17, 2012
Dear Diary,
So something weird happened at school today. Up until today, all the
girlish things that have been happening have really been done TO me by my
mom. I mean I didn't protest that much, except for the training bra, when
I put up an argument and even cried. But still, none of it has been my
idea. But today, I was hanging out with Mary Beth and the other girls at
recess. I like them, but it's not like I have much of a choice. Ever
since I started waring earings, most of the boys have pretty much avoided
me. Anyway, we are on the playground, and Sue Ellen takes out a lip gloss
that she took from her mom's purse. It was a pretty, like a frosted
berrie color. Anyway, she tries it on, and then passes it around, and all
the girls are trying it. And then Betsy handed it to me. And, well,
obviously I could have said thanks, but no thanks, but I didn't! I just
tried it on just like all the other girls! And no one made a big deal
about it at all!! I really felt like one of the girls, and I liked the
feeling! One of the girls had a little mirror, and we all took turns
looking at how we looked with the lip gloss on. When I saw myself I
guess I kind of went into a transe, because all of a sudden I heard Sue
Ellen say, Hello! Earth to Sandy! I really loved the way my lips looked
with the lip gloss. All shiny and sparkly. I mean, who wouldn't like
that?
Anyway, Miss Findlay was not too happy about us all coming back into the
classroom wearing lip gloss, and she said that from now on we had to get
our mothers permishion to ware makeup. And someone asked whether that
included me! I was SO embarrassed! Miss Findlay said yes, girls AND boys
needed permishion! A lot of the boys were snikkering, but I don't care
what some dumb boys say anymore.
So, Diary, today was the first day in my life that I ever wore any kind of
makeup. And I did it voluntarily!! And....I loved it!!
March 23rd, 2012
Dear Diary,
So, tonight was the most amazing day of my life. I am so glad I have you
to write to, because there is no one else I could tell this stuff to. I
mean, I guess I could talk to Mom about it, or even Miss Findlay, but,
well, one person is my mom and one is my teacher, so it's not the same as
like a real friend.
Anyway, Mom tells me that we are going to have a special guest for dinner
- Miss Findlay! I was surprised, to put it mildly. But that was the
least of my surprises. Saturday afternoon, Mom says we should start
getting ready. She says she got me a special outfit to ware for dinner.
And then she takes out this dress! OMG, a dress!!! It was very pretty,
like a dark red velvet. And it had this lacey white trim around the
sleeves and collar. But it kind of looked like something a younger girl
would wear. I mean, not that I would ever wear ANY dress, but definitely
not one for a little girl! I was like, Mom, I can't wear that!
Especially if Miss Findlay is going to be here! And she said, she and
Miss Findlay have been emailing each other, they have become good friends,
and that she knows that Miss Findlay would be thrilled to see me in a
pretty dress! I said, Maybe so, but I cannot do that. Finally she said,
Look Honey, I want you to do this as a special favor to Miss Findlay, and
to me, too. And if it helps you, I also want you to know that you are
GOING to wear this dress tonight. Since you do not have a choice, you
might as well be a good boy and just cooperate, ok. I was running out of
things to say, so I just said, But Mom, this is a dress for a little girl!
And then she smiled and said, Well, Honey, I have a surprise for you. I
know it is a little young for you, so we are going to make up for that. I
am going to let you wear makeup tonight! Now, don't say you don't want
to, because Miss Findlay told me all about how you put on lip gloss with
the other girls! That no one made you do it, you just did it on your own.
Well, this is going to be much better than that! Not only am I going to
put some pretty pink lipstick on you, and some maskara and some blush, but
we are going to wear eye shadow, just like the girls in the magazines!
Oh, I can't wait to put some pretty blue eye shadow on you! We will do
our makeup together! It will be so much fun!
Well, once again I was totally confused. Because I know I was supposed to
say, Mom are you crazy? I am not going to wear makeup! A dress is bad
enough! But when she described how pretty I would look, just like her,
oh, I really did want to do that! And I kind of knew she was right about
Miss Findlay. Because every time I came in with something girlish, she
reacted just like Mom, all happy and cuddly. So, I said, OK Mom, I will
do what you want. She was so happy, she came over and gave me the biggest
hug, and then kissed me all over my face. And the truth is, once I kind
of stopped resisting, we had so much fun. She gave me a bubble bath, just
like she did before. And she painted my nails again, but this time a dark
red, to kind of match the dress. Then she helped me to get dressed. She
gave me a pair of white cotton panties, and a pair of white tights. The
tights made the outfit look even more like it was for a little girl, but I
did really like the way they felt on my legs. I kind of liked rubbing my
legs together and feeling the tights on them! Finally she gave me my
shoes, a pair of shiny black Mary Janes. Just like the rest of the
outfit, it was definitely meant for a little girl.
Mom finally sat me down at her makeup desk and started putting makeup on
me. That may be the most fun I ever had. I really loved having her do
that to me! And she talked to me the whole time, real sweet, telling me
all the things she was doing to me. I felt like a model or something.
The best part was when she put the eye shadow on me. I had to gently
close my eyes while she put it on my eye lids. It tickled a little.
Finally, she was done. She brushed my hair and then put in a hair band
with a bow, which kept my hair back away from my face.
The she let me look in the mirror. It was really a shock. I started
crying, and Mom got all nervous and told me I had to stop because I would
ruin the makeup. She asked me why I was crying, and I really didn't know.
I mean, partly I was crying because I was so shocked at what I saw. I
mean, I really didn't even recognize myself, and that was kind of scary.
It was like, Where did Sandy go? I looked just like a pretty teenaged
girl. And partly I was crying because I loved what I saw. It was like a
dream come true! Like I blinked and was turned into a pretty girl,
instead of an ordinary boy! I know that most boys would never admit it,
but I think a lot of them would like to be a pretty girl for a while too.
As long as they thought no one was going to make fun of them or anything.
So, the other funny thing that happened was, when I realized I looked like
a pretty girl, I started FEELING like a pretty girl!! And, well, just
like I felt when I put the lip gloss on with the girls on the playground,
I really liked the feeling. It did not feel weird or strange.
I finally stopped crying. Mom hugged me and touched up my makeup a
little. She laughed and said Not too much damage because I was smart
enough to use waterproof maskara!
Before I knew it the doorbell rang, and there was Miss Findlay, wearing
this pretty black dress and makeup, and looking more beautiful than I had
ever seen her! You should have seen her face when she saw me! Then she
said, Oh, who is this beautiful young lady? And I said, Miss Findlay,
it's me, Sandy!! And she gave me a big hug and a kiss, just like Mom!
Dinner was really fun. Every once in a while I would do something like
chew with my mouth open, and Mom would say, Sandy Honey, that's not how a
young lady eats. Chew with your mouth closed please. It was fun to
pretend to be a young lady!
Mom and Miss Findlay seemed to really like each other. They kept giving
each other little looks and smiling. I'm glad that Mom and Miss Findlay
are friends.
Well, it's late, Diary, so I'd better go to sleep. Mom thinks I went to
bed hours ago. I wonder what I will be wearing tomorrow.....part of me is
hoping that Mom will have another dress for me....
Jayla
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