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Just Like Jenny Part Two Written by Dauphin http://dauphinsworld.activeboard.com/ [email protected] When we came home, Granny lifted me in the playpen, and said I was being punished for causing a scene in the mall. I tried to explain that any boy would complain being forced to look like a girl and wearing pull-ups. She just shook her head and asked me how long did I want to sit there? I just sat there talking to the doll about all my problems. I wish that my guardian angel would come and save me. I had the pacifier in my mouth without noticing it. After an hour, Granny lifted Jenny in the playpen. At least I had some company, "Granny has gone to take a nap. I was supposed to take a nap, but I wanted to keep you company," she started "I suppose you wanted to sleep in a crib." "I know you think I am strange. Let me explain one thing. I am the way I am. I may be older than you, but I am a little girl inside. Yes, a little baby girl. I like my life. I like being secure and being taken care of. I like not worrying about what others wants me to be like. I like the fact that my mum gives me permission to be what I am. I mean look at you. You were happy today when you were wearing those clothes. You were happy when you had your hair done. I think you look like a girl even when you are dressed as a boy. I bet you think William is cute. You are also like a baby. You wet yourself and you even have a pacifier in your mouth now. I bet you are wet again." "I was only happy because I had that pill. I get giggly and forget things and don't think straight when I get it. I think Granny is drugging us. When we get that pill, we do some strange things. She is fooling around with our minds. She should be in jail. I bet if you stopped having the pill, you would not want to sleep in a crib." "Don't say anything bad about Granny. She is the nicest woman I know, besides my mummy. I only have the pill here. I don't have it at home. I am this way at home as well. The pill helps us to forget what people expect of us. It brings out the inner sides of us. It basically brings forth your inner feelings. That's why we feel so good when we get them, because we are being who we really are. I used to beg for them, and they don't come free. I had to do what Granny said. It didn't matter though, because at the end, I realized that it was what I wanted. Now I have found my true self, even if it makes me strange. But I am happy and I feel safe and loved." "I am sorry for teasing you. I suppose you are right. I don't know if I am going to beg her for pills. Then I would have to do what she wants me to do and I might end up like you." "So you like the pill. It makes you feel good. Do what she says, and when you get home you can just do what you normally do." "I suppose I can take the earrings out and fix my hair. But what if I like it?" "Then you will be like me. I go to a special school with children like me. We are not that many, but I can be myself. If you like it, then you should accept it or you will be frustrated all your life." Jenny made sense. I only had to live here for a month. I could put up with Grannies weird ideas and feel good when she gave me the pill. When I came home, then I could just fix my hair and be a normal boy once again. Jenny slept in the crib in the baby's room. I must admit she looked safe and comfortable. It was sweet when granny read her a story. I went to my princess bed, but I was thinking a lot what Jenny told me. Did the pill really bring to the surface what was deep inside me? Did I want to be a girl? Is that why I had such a girl face? Did I wet myself because I wanted to? Why did I stop teasing Jenny? She was older than me and sleeps in a crib and uses baby things! I mean she was older than me. At least she was not changed into a girl. She was already a girl. What did I really want? Why did I have to wet my pants in the middle of the mall? I couldn't sleep. I rushed out to the playpen and got the doll and snuggled in bed with a pacifier in my mouth. I had a nightdress on and panties that a 4 year old would wear. I closed my eyes thinking if William was cute or not. The next day I woke up wet as usual. I felt like the house fell on me again. I had to have the pill to make me feel good. I had to do something about this bedwetting. I just didn't know what I could do. I went out with the wet bed sheets and nightgown. Jenny was already eating breakfast. I had this pink bathrobe on, but that was embarrassing enough, plus she could see that I wet myself again. She smiled and said she doesn't have that problem anymore, because she wears diapers. I was about to give her a smart comment about her age, but figured she had a point. After I put the clothes for a wash, I sat down for breakfast. I then asked Granny did she have a pill. She paused and said that I probably should stop having them and try other vitamin pills. This made my head go into chaos. I starting begging for a pill, but Granny said that they were not cheap, and after the fuss I made at the mall, she wondered if I deserved one. I begged even more and promised that I will never complain again, I will do whatever she said. I noticed that Jenny was smiling. She did predict that I would do this. Granny gave me a pill and said that she would speak with me later, as Jenny was going home. This time, Jenny gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheeks. It was the first time that I ever was kissed by a girl. I was so happy, that I smiled, even though it was a girl that preferred to be a toddler and wear diapers. I waited all morning to Granny told me what conditions she had for the pills. I watched some cartoons on TV. I never saw them before. Now I was staring at them. It was a Barbie cartoon. After a half an hour, I noticed a pacifier in my mouth. Maybe it was because I was once again happy and not thinking right. I didn't mind. I was getting used to this strange house. Granny came in and noticed that I was wet. She said it was a good thing that I was laying on the baby rug. She said it was time to go into the room and get changed. I didn't argue that she was going to help me. I remembered my promise that I would do whatever she said. She took me in the baby room and laid me on a changing mat and starting taking me clothes off. "Wow you have a little one," she started to talk. "Now remember when I gave you the pill, I said that there are things that you have to do. Well I think we should talk about them. The first reason is the way you are, even the feelings you have deep inside you. The second reason is Jenny." "What way am I?" "When you came here, you were a troublesome boy who always got in trouble. Since then you have changed a lot. You are happier. You are being more the person that is deep in you. There are things that have happened to you. One is that you have started wetting yourself. This is a sign that you are not as developed as you ought to be. This can also be seen that you have started using pacifiers. Another thing I noticed is that you are happy in girl clothes. I tell you what I think. It's not only your girlish face and body that confirms this, It is how happy you are. I think deep down inside that you want to be a baby and a girl. There are many sissy boys in the world. I think you are most happy when you are a baby girl." "That is a bit hard to accept or understand, what about Jenny?" "Well, as you know, Jenny is a year older than you. However she is a baby girl in the way she looks and lives. She is like a daughter for me. I think she has been a lot happier since you came here. She now sees that someone else could be like her. I want Jenny to be happy." "But she goes to school with children like her. I still don't understand. What do you want me to do?" "I want you to explore what your true personality is. From now on you will not complain about girl clothes. From now on I want you to wear diapers. I do not want to be washing clothes all the time. I only have girl diapers with tapes, so those will have to do. I will also treat you more like a baby. Just accept what I give you and tell you. You will be a baby for the rest of the time you are here." "What if I don't want to be a baby? I don't have to wear dresses or sleep in a crib, do I?" "First, I think if you were totally opposed to the idea that you would spring up from this table and run as fast as you could. You do not have to sleep here or wear dresses. But your hair is now in a girl's hairstyle and you wear girl clothes, so what's the difference. We can discuss it when you are ready for it." There I was, with overall shorts on me, with a blouse under it with a frilly collar. I had frilly ankle socks on, not to mention a diaper. I looked like a 5 year old girl that was not potty trained. I walked back out to the sitting room and lay on the rug and started seeing the Barbie film again. In the back of my head, I was confused. Was Granny right? Why did I accept her conditions so easily? Is it because of the pills or is it because I was really happy? I didn't really care. I was in a happy mood. Who cared if it was because of a pill or not? I didn't even care when Granny came with a baby's bottle of warm milk. Maybe I would have said something if I knew that this would be the only thing I drunk from since. The next few days went like that. I would wake up, and have a pacifier in my mouth. I would say sorry to my doll if I dropped her to the floor. Granny would then take me in the baby room and then change my diaper. I would still have the pacifier in my mouth. Then I would get a new diaper on, and sometimes plastic panties that only a princess would wear. I would wear clothes that were girl clothes, and clothes that 5 year olds would wear. My favourite was the ones that had teddy bears or flowers on them. Then I would eat breakfast from plastic plates and get a bottle of milk. The day would be playing with the dollhouse or blocks or dolls. Sometimes I would go in the back yard and play on the swings. I would rush in the house if someone could see me. It was only then I thought what I did and how I looked was strange for an 11 year old. The strange thing was that I did not ask for the pills as much as I did. I felt bad at the start, but forgot how bad I felt when I played with the dollhouse or dolls. After a week, I didn't even ask for the pills anymore. Even though I looked like a baby girl, and no longer did the things I used to, I was extremely happy. One morning, it started as it has done. It was 2 weeks until Mum came and took me home. Then I could be a normal boy again. The only thing I was worried about was the fact that I could no longer feel when I had to pee. It just came. I had two weeks to worry about that. Granny took me into the baby room and put a new diaper on me. The top was a pinafore top that said "Princess" on it and the shorts were long and baggy. They were so baggy that they looked like a skirt. I blushed thinking that it was hard seeing that they were actually shorts. When Granny was putting my hair in pigtails, she told me that Jenny was coming to sleep the next two nights. I was so excited. Jenny came when I was in my room while I was playing with the dollhouse. Jenny came in and told me how pretty I was. She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. This made me smile. I was so happy that she was here. We could play together. She noticed that there was a baby bottle that was half empty. I tried explaining it to her that I get thirsty and she explained that she went through the same. I remembered that and smiled. Here was a person that accepted me for what I am. Nothing further was said. We just played with the doll house and Barbie's until Jenny excused herself because she was wet. Another time, I said I had to be changed. The difference was that she came and seen me when I was getting changed. After lunch, we were in the sitting room watching a Shirley temple film when the door rang. Suddenly William was in the sitting room. Without thinking of how I looked, I jumped up and gave him a hug. I was so happy to see him. Then I realized that I never gave him a hug before. He just stood there and stared at me. Then he turned around and ran out the door. I was standing there confused. Was he mad? Was it because I gave him a hug? Jenny tried to make me feel better by talking nonstop. But the fact that William walked out that way worried me. I couldn't concentrate on anything. Then William sent me a text message. This was the text messages that we sent back and forth: William: "Where you playing dress up?" Me: "No. Why did you leave?" William: "This is the second time I seen you look like a sissy. Today you still had pigtails like a little girl and that skirt!" Me: "It's shorts." William: "And why were you wearing a diaper? I could see the bulge in your skirt." Me: "I have just had something wrong down there." William: "Right, and what about the hug, are you gay or something?" Me: "No, I am sorry." (20 minutes later) William: "You are not the friend I knew. You are a sissy baby faggot" Me: "We are friends." William: "Fuck off and leave me alone princess." I broke down in tears. William was my best friend and now he spat on me, because I changed. I realized then that I was wet, and this made me think he was right. I have become a sissy baby. I couldn't stop crying. Jenny gave me a hug and let me cry until I had no tears left. Then she said, "Remember, that I lost my friends because I found out I was just a small baby girl. You have found out that you basically are too. It was hard for you to accept. It will also be hard for your friends to accept. William will most likely tell everyone. Don't worry, if he is a good friend, then he won't. If he does, you just can go back to school as a boy. If you become a baby girl, then you can just come to my school." Jenny put a pacifier in my mouth and I fell asleep. When I woke, I remembered what happened with William. I was sad, but I also thought that Jenny was right. Now it was in the open. Everyone probably knew. Now I didn't have to be afraid to be who I wanted to be. I didn't need a pill, or granny to tell me. Granny understood and supported me, as did Jenny. In fact, she was a better friend than William. She didn't expect things from me. She just let me be the way I am. That night, Jenny smiled as she seen me sit on the high chair in the Kitchen. I smiled as I have been doing it for days now, and after a while, I forgot how strange it is for an 11 year old boy to be sitting in a high chair. I just joked to Jenny and said that one day; I would be big enough to sit on a normal chair. Jenny laughed and then told me that the baby side of me was finally showing. She always knew that I would be happier being treated as a baby. Granny and I just smiled. Part of me was still fighting the whole thing. Deep down, I did not know if this was a game or the way I really was. Granny asked me did I want to take a tablet, and I said no to this. I didn't need a tablet to make me happy. After we ate, we were playing with makeup. This did not interest me at all. However I loved when we fixed each other's hair and tried on different earrings. Then we watched a cartoon while we were drinking a bottle of milk. I didn't even notice that Jenny had gone to get changed and ready for bed. I rushed into the baby room just as she was getting a diaper on. Then it was my turn. Granny was speaking to me like I was a baby when she changed my diaper. She reminded me that I wet 5 times that day. When the new diaper was on, she said that tonight will be cold, so she put a sleeper (a one size pj) on me. It was white with a sleeping angel in the front. I stood up and was about to go into my princess bed, when I had second thoughts. I thought about everything that happened today. I had to find out if I wanted to be a baby, or if deep down I was really one. I carefully asked Granny if I could sleep in this room. She asked me did I really want to sleep in the baby's room? I nodded. She said that it was up to Jenny. Jenny smiled and said she was now my big cousin. As Granny lifted me in the crib, Jenny went to get my pacifier and my doll. As I laid down in the crib, I thought was this a mistake or was I really happy? I hugged my doll and smiled and slept. The next day when I woke up, I was of course wet, and a bit lost to as where I was. All I could see were bars. I hugged the doll for a moment, thinking where I was. Then I remembered I wanted to sleep in the crib. I must be crazy, but it was extremely comfortable. I don't remember the last time that I slept so well. Granny came in, and helped me out of the crib. She asked if I wanted to sleep there from now on. I nodded and blushed at the same time. She just smiled and said that no one needs to know; In fact she knows teens and adults that prefer to sleep in cribs. Jenny was standing beside the changing table. I think she was waiting for me to be lifted on it, as we usually do. However Granny said that it was Jenny would be changed first. Jenny started pleading to be alone and let me get changed first. I felt sorry for Jenny, as she was crying more and more, and even in a panic. I offered to leave the room or turn around, however Granny just said that its time I knew, as she put a pacifier in Jenny's mouth. I already had one in my mouth. Jenny was lifted on the changing table while Granny started removing her clothes. At last, Jenny was only wearing her girl diaper. She begged for Granny not to take it off as Granny was unfastening the tapes. The diaper was finally off. The pacifier fell out of my mouth, as I got a shock. Jenny was not a girl. She was a boy! She didn't have a slit like girls have. She had a dick like me. Granny quickly put a new diaper and a dress on Jenny. After Jenny was lifted down, I was lifted up on the table. Jenny was still crying. Her secret was out. She was not a girl. She was a boy. A sissy boy! She was just like me. After I got a new diaper on, I heard Jenny still crying and telling me how sorry she was and she understood if I hated her. Granny was about to put shorts on me. I kicked them off; despite I could see that she was getting worried or mad. I asked her could I get a dress on today. Now it looked like Granny was about to faint, as she stammered explaining to me that they were going to the mall today. I swallowed, and said that I wanted a dress on. Jenny stopped crying as I was lowered to floor and went over to the wardrobe and picked out a white satin dress with a bear on the front that said "Brat". I have seen this one before and always wished that Jenny would wear it, as it was cute and funny. Now I had a dress on, something that I did not expect to be wearing a dress when I came here. Now here I was pulling a dress over my head while Granny handed me some white cotton tights. I had to sit down to put them on. I must admit, that they were very soft, especially as I pulled them up my leg. When I had them up, I felt very strange. It was like I was half naked, and I could feel a breeze under my skirt. At the same time, the tights felt like someone was caressing my skin all the time. I looked in the mirror. I no longer just looked like a girl. I was a girl. I no longer looked like I was 11. I looked like I was 5. I always was extremely small for my age, but no one would ever think I was older than I looked. I went over to Jenny and gave her a hug. I didn't know what to say to her. I know that she deceived me. I know that she has lied to me. I know that she influenced me to become what I have become now. I know that her talks and her example have influenced me, and it was all based on deceit and a lie. Maybe it was a trick. I had every reason to be mad at Jenny, who is a sissy baby. However in the last few weeks, I have become happy. I was no longer stressed and under peer pressure. I know I was a freak, that didn't mind being a baby and a sissy, but I was happy. It was obvious that she was happy, and why would she tell others the truth, when she thinks she is a baby and a girl. It did explain a whole lot. I remembered that Jenny supported me when I came here, and helped me through everything, especially when William broke our friendship. I was not mad at Jenny. The fact is that I was happy. I felt love and secured. I went and gave Jenny a kiss. After we ate, I was lowered from the high chair. We were ready to go to the mall. On the way to the car, I suddenly felt afraid. I haven't gone out a lot since I came to Grannies. Now I was aware that I was a boy wanting to be a girl and being a baby. People would know. Granny seemed to see the fear in my face, and buckled me in the baby seat of the car. "Today is important Nicola, you are about to go out in the big bad world dressed as a girl, a girl that happens to be still a baby. You have all the benefits that Jenny does not have. You are very small, and you do look like a girl. This is the day when you tell the world who you want to be. This is the day you tell the world you are. We can turn around and go in the house if you are not ready." I thought about it, still feeling the tights caress my legs. I have made my choices in the last few days. I felt loved, secure, and happy. I took the baby bottle from Granny and started drinking it while we drove to the mall. When we got to the mall, Granny took out the pushchair and I stood waiting that Jenny would sit in it. However Granny lifted me in it, saying that I was smaller. I didn't know if I liked it or not, as it made me feel like a handicapped child. I felt like I was locked in a chair. This meant that I could not wander off. On the other hand, neither could Jenny. She had baby reigns on her. We started going into the mall, and I could feel that my heart was pumping quickly. I held the doll in my hand and had a pacifier in my mouth. Granny told me that girls do not spread their legs. I closed them, not just because it was polite, but no one needed to know that I was wearing pampers. Nothing much happened at the mall, except that people stared at us. I think they were mostly looking at Jenny. She was small but not that small. And she had a leash on her. Some could believe that I was just a big 6 years old that was forced to be in a stroller. Before we went home, Granny gave us lunch. Of course she asked for the children's meal and put our drinks in bottles. It was that time that I saw William came in. He came up to me and mumbled, "You are definitely wearing a dress and even tights. You are drinking from a baby bottle. You are a freak!" He took his cell phone, and took a picture. I knew he no longer was my friend, and that picture would be on Facebook. I didn't care. I didn't need a friend like that. The next day, we were going to Church. Both Jenny and I wore Church dresses, tights and of course diapers. I also had a red ribbon in my hair. I felt so pretty. Hardly anyone knew me at the church, except the priest. He usually put his hand on children when we entered the church and blessed them. He did not do this with Jenny or me. We walked in the Church and prayed and sang as well as we could. Then it was the time for the sermon. He did something unusual. He called Jenny and me up to stand with him. I smiled as I thought this was because we look so pretty. We were at the top of the Church where everyone could see us. Then the priest started yelling, "Look at these two children. This child looks like she is 6"," he said as he pointed to me, "and this looks like his older sister. We all know the story of Adam and Eve. God made man and woman. Despite what we think, there is a difference between man and women. Some adult men like dressing up as women and at the end look like cheap sluts with all their makeup on. God made women perfect, and transvestites are both ugly and immoral. Now these two children look sweet and innocent. However I know this small one. His name is Nicholas, and he is an 11 year old boy. Yet, he is standing here looking like a little girl with pretty hair and a pretty dress. I also saw that he has tights that cover a diaper when he was sitting down. He even has earrings! Now I ask you, Is this normal? No it is not! This boy is a baby sissy. Some would like to call it a transgender child or gender bender. I call him a sissy! It is wrong! This is not the way that God has created him. If this boy continues to divulge in his perverse ways, he will end up as a sinning transvestite, and engaging in gay activities, or even be those adults that we see that like to sleep in cribs and be treated like a baby. This is not the reason why we are put on this earth." Jenny and I were crying. We were not here to be praised on how pretty we are. We were being humiliated. I wanted to run under the altar and hide, but his hand was firmly on my shoulder. I could see the people mumble and frown as the truth was revealed. The priest was talking that he would contact child services. Then we could hear the door of the Church slam. Everyone looked back. It was mum! I broke from the priests clutches and ran down and gave mum the biggest hug that I could. "How dare you!" she screamed at the priest. "Let us look at this child. A few months ago, he was on the wrong path. He was very concerned about peer pressure, and he went as far as to nearly molest a small girl. He smoked cigarettes. He had no respect for adults. Is this what God wanted? I am sure that he also has skipped school several times and I have a suspicion that he even tried shoplifting. Now in the old days, this was cured by petticoat treatment, which bought out the feminine side of a boy. In fact a hundred years ago, boys were treated as girls, even wearing dresses. Even today, there are some European schools that encourage boys to play girl activities. If my son continued the way he was, where would he end up? Would he rape someone, be a criminal, a drug addict, a drug pusher? Who knows? The fact is that in the last few weeks, he has transformed. Yes, he looks like a girl and acts like a girl and even a baby. But he is happy. He feels better. He feels like something that has been hidden in himself is now allowed. I do not care what status you have as a priest. God does not judge people. He does not hate people. You can call child services. I will fight for my son and support him. I will let him be the way he is inside. He will get counselling if he has a transgender disorder. He will be allowed to be what his heart and mind feels. I am sure that he will want to act bigger someday, and maybe even be as a boy. But one thing for certain, He is now happy, and is considerate and respectful. This cannot be said for you! You are full of judgement and a bigot. So contact Child services. I am sure that Child services and everyone here would like to hear how fond you are with altar boys!" After saying all this, Mum took my hand and stormed out of the door. Jenny and Granny soon followed. We now went back to our own home. Jenny asked to see my room. I expected to find my old room, but it was redone as a nursery. A girl's nursery! I was so confused. Mum must have known all the time. Was this all a plan? Or did Granny just tell her? I needed some answers. Mum must have known this, because she said it was time for everyone to talk in the sitting room. Jenny and I sat on the rug with a bottle of juice while Mum and Granny drank some coffee. "I know you need some answers Nicola. First I would like to say that you look very pretty. I heard that you have not been well behaved at the start, but now you are well behaved. You are a loving and cute child. You must admit, that this is a change from when you went to Grannies. You were becoming impossible. You were getting in more and more trouble. I knew deep down that you were a good child. But you were on the wrong path. I came to the conclusion that you were not ready to grow up. You could not deal with the challenges and the temptations. I had to do something, and this is where Granny comes in. Granny is not my cousin. She is a child psychologist that helps children usually by punishing, such as petticoat punishment. I will explain this to you later. The thing is that Grannies methods are very controversial, and her colleagues have done all they can to discredit her. However, she has a very good success rate. When I sent you to Granny, I didn't expect you to come back as a baby girl. My only hope was that you would be more compassionate, think about consequences and not get in trouble. At the start, you have been given pills. These are of course not vitamin pills. They were very expensive pills called the Pinkies, or PSPB pills. If we are to be correct. It is a highly experimental drug that does two things. The first thing is that it makes a person more submissive. The person will find it hard to think and rationalise things. The idea is that behaviour can be changed. Granny of course uses the drug to calm the rebellious side of boys and giving them a chance to be more feminine, then they behave themselves more. A side effect of course is if the boy accepts it a bit too much, and considers himself a girl, as in the case with you. A bad effect of these pills is that they destroy the cells in your body, and in some cases they weaken cells and muscles. The bad side effect is that you are no longer be as strong as you were, and you will not grow any more. This may be a bad thing, as you are not that tall anyhow. You can see that Jenny has stopped growing. I do not know if I agreed that you got the pills, as they are drugs and very addictive. You also know that you were begging for more. However, it is good that you have stopped taking these pills. You can see that Jenny still has a problem with these pills. Granny as said uses petticoat treatment. The idea is boys have hunter instincts of being tough, rebellious and sometimes do not care about others. In today's world, we need people that are compassionate and care about others. In other words, it is important that we all are a bit feminine. The girl clothes and room as well as hair and earrings were to bring the feminine side forward. The ideal is that this punishment will give you new experiences and teach you how to act. However sometimes, the boy thinks that he wants to be a girl, or is a girl. They find it very comfortable. This could be a fetish or maybe how the boy really is, something we call a transgender. The diapers and baby things are also an old belief. Some believes that in order to change a person's bad habits, they have to be broken down and rebuilt. The pills also helped this. You have accepted the baby things. Maybe you feel more comfortable, maybe more secure or maybe it's just a fun game for the while. Whatever the case, we will have to see what happens. Maybe it is a sign that you are not mature yet or do not want to grow up. As you know, Jenny had the same treatment as you. If Jenny did not get this treatment, she would be in a very bad situation. Before she started with granny, she threatened two people with a knife, including her own mother. She now considers herself a girl and baby. I know it was hard for you to accept and respect at the start, but you have supported Jenny when she most needed you that day her secret was revealed. This was a sign that you have changed your ways. I know that you lost William as a friend, but you have gained Jenny as a friend, and I am sure you will get a lot of new friends. So there you have it Nicola. That's the whole story up to now. Now we have to decide what will happen. You can of course be a boy again. You heard the priest saying that you are a sissy. People can be very judgemental and cruel. They will think you are strange and weird. I am sure you have these thoughts yourself. I do not want to call you a sissy, as this has a very bad tone to it. I do want to take you to a specialist so you can explore if you are transgender or just like pretending to be a girl. If you are a transgender, it means you consider yourself a girl. Of course, we can just change your room and find your boy clothes. Then you will start at a new school, because I expect that everyone has seen the picture William has taken. If you decide to continue being a girl, then you will have to start at a new school. Jenny goes to Madame Isabella's school. It is a very secret private school. It is for boys like you. They consider themselves girls. Some boys are even teen babies, as they are called. The school counsels them, and helps the children understand themselves. Sometimes it's just a phase and the boys end up going back to a normal school. However some continue. They are given a very good education and taught how to be females and live in society. The school also has what I call a dating service, with rich men who want a transgendered wife. We do not have to worry about that. Some boys even get hormones that change their bodies and voices, so they will resemble a woman. They even get surgeries, in other words a sex change. I do not think we should do this until you are 100% sure. The pill you have has done a lot. Your wiener will not grow, nor will your body and your voice not change. So Nicola that is the best explanation I could give at the moment. I am sure you have lots of questions. But let it sink in and we can talk more about it. The question is if you want your old bedroom or if you want to continue being a baby girl?" Nicola understood the most of it. Part of him was mad for being deceived and punished in this way. However he knew how he now felt and he knew what he wanted. He looked at Jenny and said, "I saw there is a dollhouse in my room. Let's go and play with it and we can see what dresses Mum has for me. Maybe some fits you."