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It was a little after noon on a hot summer day as the blue sedan pulled
into the parking lot. A woman in her thirties got out of the driver's
side and a young girl of about ten or eleven got out of the passenger
side. The woman took the girl's hand and led her through the double doors
of the three story white stucco building. A sign over the doors read,
"Treasure Coast Medical". They walked down the wide hallway and took the
elevator to the third floor.
The woman held the door to the doctor's office for the young girl and
they walked up to the frosted glass window. A glass panel slid open and a
seated woman held up a clipboard asking the woman to fill out the medical
information forms and return them along with her insurance card. They sat
down on one of the half dozen or so chairs that ringed the waiting room.
The woman started to fill out the forms and the young girl pulled an
electronic game out of her small purse and started to play.
Wearing a print cotton sleeveless dress that many would consider too
short. She was very short and wore white platform sandals with a very
high wedge heel very appropriate for height. Long blond hair hung down
around her tanned face. She had just enough make up to accentuate blue
eyes and full lips. The shoes made a clop-clop sound as she walked over
to the window to return the clipboard.
The girl was similarly dressed but her hemline was lower than her
mother's. She wore white sandals with a very low heel and had long light
brown hair that was pulled back in a pony tail. Her feet didn't reach the
floor and she swung them back and forth while played with the electronic
game.
In a few minutes a woman opened the door next to the window called out,
"Mrs. Johnson."
Mother and daughter got up and followed the woman down the hall to a
small room with a sofa and two easy chairs. "Doctor Dorfman will be with
you in a moment." Then she shut the door and left the two alone in the
room.
"Sheila, sit here on the sofa."
The girl sat down at one end and her mother sat in the middle. Sheila got
out her game and her mother said, "Now is not the time to play with that
thing. "The doctor will be here any minute. Now do you remember what we
talked about?"
"Yes, I remember."
"Good. This doctor can help you feel better about yourself."
The door opened and a very tall slim woman in a dark skirt and white
blouse entered the room and closed the door. Looking down at a clipboard
she said, "You are Mrs. Pamela Johnson and this is your daughter Sheila?"
"Yes doctor."
Leaning forward to shake hands she introduced herself, "I am Doctor Carla
Dorfman. Let me look at what you have written for a moment." Then she sat
down on one of the chairs and went over the information on a clipboard.
"According to your information sheet you are concerned that Sheila may
have gender dysphoria, is that correct?"
"Yes that's correct," Pamela replied.
Looking directly at Sheila, Dr. Dorfman asked, "Is that what is bothering
you Sheila?"
"I guess so."
"That's what we talked about at home Sheila," her mother said in a sweet
voice. "Sheila is unhappy as a girl. She says she wants to dress and live
as a boy."
"You did the right thing bringing her in. We have much more experience
dealing with gender dysphoria today than we did even ten years ago. And
pre-puberty is a good time to start the appropriate treatment."
"That's what I thought doctor," Pamela said.
"Now I really need to talk to Sheila," the doctor said. "It is very
important that I discuss the issue with Sheila without you being present.
Sometimes a parent can influence what the child says. So I would like you
to go to the waiting room while I talk to Sheila alone. Is that alright
with you Mrs. Johnson?"
"Well I think I should be here. She is my daughter and I feel responsible
for her."
The doctor stood up and extended her hand to Pamela. "We both want the
best for your daughter Mrs. Johnson."
Doctor Dorfman must have pushed some secret button or something because
the door opened and the assistant was there to escort Mrs. Johnson to the
waiting room.
Closing the door the doctor turned to Sheila and sat down. Her knees were
together as she leaned forward and look directly at Sheila, "Now you can
tell me what you really feel and want to do."
"My mom wants me to take hormones and stuff and I don't want to. I am a
boy and I want to dress like a boy and stop wearing these stupid
dresses."
"How long have you felt this way?"
"I guess it's mostly been this past year."
"Why do you think you feel this way?"
"I feel this way because I am a boy. I am not a girl and I don't want to
grow breasts and have periods and all that stuff."
"But that is natural. Girls grow up to be women."
"But I'm not a girl. I don't want to take hormones to grow up to be a
woman."
"How do you know you are a boy?"
"Because I have a penis and girls don't have a penis."
"Doctor Dorfman was clearly taken back. "What do you mean you have a
penis?"
Sheila stood up pulled up her dress and pointed to the little penis under
her panties.
"I see it. Now pull your dress down and sit back down.
"Mom likes me to be a girl. I have always worn dresses and long hair. But
last year I saw what one of my girl friends looked like and I realized
something was wrong. I went on line and found out what boys and girls
look like. Mom wants me to take hormones and stay a girl. But I am a boy
and want to grow up to be a man."
"Have you told your mom you want to be a boy?"
"Yes. But she says I would make a beautiful girl. She says she wouldn't
know how to raise a boy."
"Well you are a very pretty girl. I am sure no one has ever asked if you
were a boy. Do you enjoy your life at home? Does your mom treat you
nice?"
"Oh yes, I have a nice home. But this year mom took me out of school so
she could teach me at home. She is afraid other girls will find out I
have a penis."
"Who do you play with?"
"Hardly any one any more. I play with some of the neighbor kids once in a
while but I am not allowed to go into their homes. I can't go to the
movies with friends like I used to."
"Does she lock your room door at night?"
"No. I don't think so. I can still get up and get a drink of water at
night."
"Okay Sheila. I think we are through for today. I am going to bring your
mother back and talk to her for a few minutes. If you would wait in the
waiting room while I talk to her. But before I do that I want to ask you
to do something for me. Is That Okay?"
"Sure doctor."
She handed Sheila a business card and said, "Sheila, I want you to call
me next week if your mother doesn't let you live as a boy. Now don't tell
her I gave you this card. This is between you and me, understand?"
"Yes doctor."
The doctor pulled a small cell phone like device out of her pocket,
pushed a button on the side and said, "Janet could you bring Mrs. Johnson
back please."
Dr. Dorfman stood up and extended her hand to Sheila. "It's been very
nice meeting you. I think you will find things better for you. If not you
are to call me. Okay?"
Standing Sheila answered, "Thank you Doctor I'll do just like you want."
The door opened and Janet escorted Mrs. Johnson into the room.
"Janet take Sheila out to the waiting room I have to talk to Mrs.
Johnson."
"Yes doctor." Sheila and Janet headed to the waiting room.
"Sit down Mrs. Johnson."
Pamela sat down crossed her legs at the knee, "Doctor I am sure you see
why Sheila needs hormonal treatment."
"Mrs. Johnson, as a doctor I have certain responsibilities and they
include reporting cases of child abuse to the authorities and what you
have done to that poor boy is definitely child abuse."
Pamela was astounded. "Child abuse. I have given that child everything."
"No you haven't. You have subjected that little boy to years of abuse by
suppressing his natural personality. It is a most insidious kind of
abuse. He may be harmed for the rest of his life. He may have difficulty
with intimate relationships as he gets older. You can't imagine the
damage you may have done"
Pamela started to cry. "I didn't mean any harm. He was just such a pretty
baby and I couldn't stop."
"Here is what I want you to do. First, go buy him some male clothing.
Second, get a boyish haircut. Third, put him back in public school. I
assume you have a birth certificate with his real name on it. Fourth,
come and see me next week with your new son. If you do all of those
things I will not report you to the state. In other words, do what I tell
you and you will be able to keep your son or don't do what I tell you and
have your son put in a foster home and you possibly in jail."
"But doctor wouldn't that be a terrible shock for Sheila?"
"No, Sheila already knows he is a boy. The longer you wait the harder it
will be."
"But what do I tell the neighbor?"
"Tell them anything you want."
"What about school?"
"The school won't care that you are bringing in a new boy. But you might
have to explain to the Principal that Sheila's previous records should be
connected to your son."
"I don't think I can do this."
"Yes you can do this. The other option is to loose your son and go to
jail. You don't want that do you?"
"No."
"Also, I would like you to make an appointment for yourself to see me.
You have some issues about raising a child that need to be worked out.
Now, stop at the desk on the way out and make an appointment for you and
your son for next week." Dr. Dorfman stood and looked down at Pamela.
"You can get through this. The longer you wait the harder it will be."
Pamela stood and half heartedly smiled. "Thank you doctor. I'll do what
you asked and see you next week."
The doctor opened the door for Pamela and followed her down the hall to
the front of the office. "Janet please schedule Mrs. Johnson for this
same time next week."
"Yes, doctor."
Sheila put her game away, stood up, and followed her mother out of the
office.
Not a word was said until they were in the car. "Sheila what did you tell
the doctor?"
"I told her I was a boy and didn't want to take hormones and stuff."
"That's not what we talked about is it?"
Sheila looked down at her lap and said nothing.
"I said that's not what we talked about Sheila. Why did you disobey me
and tell her you wanted to be a boy."
"Because I am a boy. I have a penis and girls don't have a penis. I
showed it to Doctor Dorfman."
"You did what?"
"I showed Dr. Dorfman my penis."
"Why did you do that?"
"She asked me why I thought I was a boy."
"Well we are going to find another doctor. I won't let you ruin your life
and grow up to be a man. Men are no good. They are worthless liars. All
they do is drink beer and watch football or chase women around the
office." Sheila and her mother were silent for the rest of the trip home.
Four days later Sheila sat at the kitchen table working on math problems.
The front door bell rang and she jumped up to answer it. "I've got it the
front door," she called out. A short dumpy lady dressed in jeans and a
polo shirt stood on the front steps. She carried a black leather bag.
"May I help you?" Sheila asked.
"Yes. I am from the clinic. Your mother made an appointment for today at
two o'clock. I know I am a few minutes early but I didn't think she would
mind."
"Come on in," Pamela said as she came down the stairs. "I have been
waiting for you."
Sheila stood aside as the woman came in to the front hallway. Pamela
extended her hand and the women shook hands. "I am Mrs. Johnson."
"My name is Monica Dickerson and I hope I can help."
Pamela replied, "I am so glad to meet you. Come into the living room and
we can talk."
"Sheila dear, you can go back to your studies," Her mother said as she
guided her guest into the living room.
Sheila returned to the kitchen and her math assignment. She could hear
her mother and the other woman talking but couldn't make out the
conversation. Sheila was very quiet trying to hear what her mother was
saying and did not pay any attention to her math problems.
"Sheila come in here please," rang out from the living room.
"Coming," Sheila replied as she slid off her chair and headed for the
living room. "Yes ma'am," she said as she faced the twomen sitting on the
sofa.
"Come here dear," Pamela said indicating she wanted Sheila to stand
between the two women.
Sheila stood between the two women facing her mother. "This lady is here
to give you a shot dear. It won't hurt very much." With that she put her
arm on Sheila's back and pushed her down over her knees with her rear end
up in the air facing the woman.
"I don't want a shot."
"I know but it is best for you." With one swift move the woman pulled
Sheila's dress up and her panties down exposing her buttocks. In an
instant she put the needle into Sheila's rear and injected the clear
liquid. Then just as quickly she pulled up her underwear and pulled down
her dress.
Pamela let Sheila stand upright. She was crying, "What is going to happen
to me?"
Nothing dear. You won't feel a thing. Now go back into the kitchen and
work on your math.
Sheila ran out of the room and upstairs to her bedroom where she threw
herself across the bed and cried. "Why are you doing this to me?" she
whimpered.
That night as she put her nightgown on she looked at her chest closely to
see if her breasts were starting to grow. A strange thing happened. Her
little penis suddenly got hard at the thought of having breasts. She
didn't know what to think. She knew she didn't want to tell her mother.
It felt kind of good.
Pamela usually went for a run with some neighbor ladies early in the
morning, fixed breakfast for she and Sheila, and then went upstairs to
take a shower. While her mother was in the shower Sheila called Dr.
Dorfman's cell phone number.
"Dr. Dorfman this is Sheila Johnson. Remember I was in your office the
other day. Well my mom is not letting me wear boy's clothes. In fact she
had a woman come here yesterday and give me a shot of hormones.....My
mother is in the shower....Can you help me?....No, I don't think we are
going any where today. I have lessons on the computer this morning...OK, I
won't worry...Thank you." Sheila hung up the phone, put Dr. Dorfman's card
in her pocket and started putting the dishes in the dishwasher as she did
every morning.
Pamela logged into the computer for Sheila's morning class. "OK Sheila.
The program will start in a couple of minutes. Now pay attention today.
You know there is a quiz at the end and you didn't do very well
yesterday."
"I'm sorry momma. I was thinking of other things yesterday. I'll do
better today." With that Sheila put on her headphones and watched the
screen as a clock went backwards till the start of the program.
Pamela was wearing a bathrobe and her hair was up in a towel. Now that
Sheila was working on her lessons Pamela could go back upstairs and do
her hair and get dressed. She sat down in front of her mirror and
started. It took her twenty minutes to dry and style her long blonde
hair. Once she was satisfied she slipped out of her robe and hung it on a
hook on the back of the bathroom door. Totally naked Pamela admired her
shape in front of a full length mirror. Her breasts had started to droop
but they lay perfectly in the push-up bra that she put on. After
finishing with the underwear Pamela pulled a sleeveless dress over her
head and smoothed it down her body. Today she wore a blue print dress and
blue wedge pumps. Finally, she did her make up taking extra care on her
eyes. Pamela knew that she had beautiful eyes and she also knew how to
bring them out with the proper eye makeup. Today blue eye shadow
accompanied her blue outfit.
Sheila sat starring at the computer screen. Her feet swung back and forth
under the chair. Both Pamela and Sheila jumped when the door bell rang.
"Who can that be? I hope it isn't one of those religious kooks trying to
get me to go to their church."
A black woman and a Deputy Sherriff's stood at the door. The black woman
spoke first, "I am Florence Adams from the Department of Children's
Safety and this is Deputy Sherriff Masters. Are you Mrs. Johnson, Pamela
Johnson?"
"Yes I'm Pamela Johnson. Is there some trouble?"
"We would like to come in and talk to you. Is that all right?"
"Why, what's the problem?"
"We can talk easier inside Mrs. Johnson."
Pamela opened the door wide for the two to come into the entry hall and
then closed the door.
"We are here to talk about Sheila."
"Sheila?"
"Yes we understand that you have forced your son to wear girl's clothes
and live as a girl. And you even tried to get a doctor to recommend sex
change hormones and your son resisted."
"I don't know who has been telling you these stories."
At that moment Sheila walked into the hallway, "I'm Sheila. I'm a boy and
my mom keeps me in dresses and makes me take hormone shots."
"Now don't exaggerate Sheila dear. These people can see what a lovely
girl you are."
"I'm a boy. I have a penis. Do you want to see it?"
"Sheila, now hush."
The woman spoke next, "Yes Sheila we would like to see your penis but not
here. We want you to come with us and we will have a doctor examine you
properly. And we will decide what to do from there."
Pamela interjected, "You can't just come in here and take my daughter
away."
"Not only can we take her we are going to take her. I have a court order
here directing you to pack up a week's clothes for Sheila. She will come
with the deputy and myself."
"But what about me?"
"We will call you when a judge has made a decision. For right now I want
you to pack up some clothes for Sheila. Do you understand?"
"All right, come Sheila and show me what you want me to pack."
The woman took hold of Sheila's shoulder, "No Mrs. Johnson. Sheila will
stay here with us and the deputy will go with you to pack up the
clothes."
"I'm not sure I have a suitcase."
"Don't give me a hard time Mrs. Johnson. Do whatever you have to do. A
paper bag will work if you don't have anything else."
"Mommy you can use my blue overnight bag."
Pamela looked at Sheila with a look of disgust. "Oh yes. I can use that
one."
In less than twenty minutes a bag was packed and Sheila sat in the back
seat of the Sherriff's car as the three drove away. Pamela stood on the
front step of her house with tears running down her face.
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