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The Old Photo
Written by Dauphin
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Day One
It was a strange photo. I was at an auction together with my Dad. He loved
old things that he could fix, and make them look like the time they were
new. Antiques have charm. Modern things look the same and you can see they
are mass-produced. You can see the small details and the love of things
that people put in things in the past. I know that many would say that
antiques smell and look old. But I like them just as much as Dad, and was
allowed to go with him to auctions.
There was nothing that Dad was interested in. He said the most of it
looked like it came from a junkyard. It was when he was speaking with one
of his old friends that I seen the photo. It was a photo of a man and girl
posing. The man had a big moustache and a sable, while the girl was in an
old Victorian white dress, and was leaning against her father's knee. She
was kneeling on the ground, most likely so her father looked bigger than
she did. There was something strange about this picture. I showed it to
Dad. He explained that it was not a rare picture. It was the Russian
Princess Anastasia and her Dad. He told me that the Russian Communists
killed them after a civil war. I think we heard about this at school.
I kept looking at the picture. This confused Dad. He asked me what was so
special about it. I said that there was just something special about the
princess, but I could not figure out what it was, I tried to explain that
she was scary, but at the same time she was royal. Dad looked at the
picture and looked more confused. The only thing he thought was scary
about it was the frame that was large, heavy and silver.
The auction started, and I just watched people bidding for things. I had a
game in my head where I guessed how much a thing would cost. That's
something that not all 11-year-olds can. I am not boasting that I guessed
every time, but sometimes I guessed the right price. Dad was not bidding
that night, because as said he thought everything was junk.
Then it was the photo's turn. It started at ?10. No one bid on it. I sat
straight in my chair. I don't know why, but I wanted the picture to sell
for more. It was like I was attached to the photo and had pride in it. But
no-one bid and it was lowered to ?5. That didn't catch anyone interest. I
mean people wanted something of value, and if a photo was being sold for
so little, it was just junk. Then the auctioneer said it was being sold,
and after three hits of the hammer it was sold. I looked around to see who
purchased it. I couldn't see anyone's hands up.
Then I looked at Dad, He was smiling and said, "The picture is now yours"
When we got home, I showed Mum and my little sister the picture. They
thought it was special, but could not agree that it was special enough to
own. Mum even suggested that we put a picture of my sister and me in it.
The Frame looked so unique, that it would be a nice family photo.
I screamed and said no. I will keep the picture in my room.
I was tired, and I said goodnight to my family and went up to my room. I
put the picture on my desk and just sat down staring at the princess. It
was a shame that she didn't live to be all that old. Imagine that she was
shot in cold blood with her family. I imagined my family standing in front
of a wall, and hundreds of bullets killing us.
While I was thinking this, I saw some pink stars circle the room. It was
like I was on some cloud. They stars circled my bed and then became extra
bright, so bright that I had to blink my eyes. I could see the stars go
under my pillow and through the top of my dresser. Everything was glowing
for a few minutes. Then as the light dimmed, I could see my bed, the bed
covers have changed to ones with a unicorn and rainbow and flowers on it.
What the hell was happening? Where did my football sheets go?
"I like those sheets" a voice said within me. I started arguing with this
voice that they were girl sheets and pillowcase. The voice just kept
arguing back saying that I just had to deal with it. I couldn't believe
that I was arguing with a voice inside my head. I called down to Mum. When
she came up, I pointed at the sheets. I didn't say anything. I am sure she
would say that it was a mistake, that they were my little sisters. I got a
shock when she said it's nice to see my bed made, and to get ready for
bed. The voice inside me was teasing me by saying she told me so.
The girl's voice said to hurry up because she was tired. She said to go to
the dresser and take out my pj. I whispered not to rush me. The voice was
very loud and demanding. I was confused. I never experienced this before.
To get some peace, I went over to the drawer and opened it. It had two
nightdresses and a lot of tights. I was confused. Why were there
nightdresses in my drawer?
"Do you expect me to sleep with boys Pj's on?" The voice said
"You are not me, I am me. You are just a voice in my head. Leave me now"
The girl voice didn't leave. She kept on nagging me to put on the
nightdress, as it wouldn't kill me. I called out for Mum again. Then the
girl's voice laughed and reminded me that Mum will see nothing wrong. She
is part of the magic. That means her mind is slurred between what is
pretty on a boy and how a boy really should be dressed.
The girl was right. Mum came and helped me pick with what she called a
pretty nightdress; she also advised that I put some lovely white tights
on, as it would get cold that night. I looked at Mum in despair. How could
she tell me to put on a "pretty" nightdress on? I picked one with frilly
cloth down by the sleeves and a princess on it. The girl's voice in me was
happy and said that was much better.
I didn't understand why this voice was inside me, and why Mum totally went
nutty. I went down to the sitting room, thinking that Dad would protest, I
mean most Dads don't want their sons dressed in silly sissy clothes, do
they? He just smiled at me and looked at the TV again. I shook his arm and
asked could he not see I was dressed like a girl. For a second he looked
confused and then with a more confident tone said that boys can also dress
that way? What? I had a good mind to ring to Social Services and tell them
my parents think its ok for a boy to wear girl clothes. The problem is
that they would throw me in an insane institute and put a picture of me
wearing a dress in the newspaper
I went to bed. I thought that the girl's voice would be gone tomorrow.
Halfway through the night, I heard a whisper. "It's Ok for a boy to wear
girl panties. Don't worry... Who will see it? Its ok, tomorrow you can go
to school with girl panties, who will see them on you? You will be wearing
trousers"
"What are you doing?" I asked the girls voice
"It's called subliminal message. I am jut conditioning your brain to
accept what will happen to you"
"Well stop it! I can't sleep". The voice stopped and I closed my eyes. She
was right; it wouldn't actually matter if I wore panties to school. We had
no gym and I would be wearing trousers. I wonder did they feel as good as
a nightdress. I wonder would they be pretty on me? I feel asleep,
Day 2
The next morning, I jumped up to get the nightdress off. The voice was
still there. She said good morning. I agreed it was a good morning. I was
allowed to wear my boy clothes again.
"Nearly, "She said
"What do you mean nearly? Do you think I will be popular going to school
just wearing girl clothes?"
"You can try to compromise. I am not used to wearing boy clothes. If we
are to share the same body, at least you can try to please me a small bit"
"We are not sharing a body. This is my body. Only boy's clothes go on this
body"
"Well you could try. Wear some panties. No one will see them.
As I started looking through the panties, my mind became more confused.
They did feel nice, and they looked pretty. It would be a good joke that I
was wearing them and nobody would be able to see. I started to put them
on. The frilly parts were giving me sensations that I never had before. I
read the writing in the heart, and it said "Daddy's little girl". I smiled
at the thought. As I looked in the mirror, I could see this half nude girl
looking back. The girl's voice was asking me all the time how they looked.
I said nothing thinking that she would shut up if I said nothing. But she
kept on asking, and I said they looked fine, once I had boy clothes over
them, it would be OK. As I put on my boy clothes, they felt like they were
scratching my skin. There was no problem yesterday, so why was it like
putting on a cactus. I didn't tell the voice that boy clothes felt so bad;
otherwise she would have me going to school in a dress.
My little sister came in and said that I looked different. I went as white
as a lamb thinking she could see that I was wearing panties. I just
mumbled something at her like I usually do. She looked at the picture that
we got last night. I explained that it was a Russian Princess and her Dad.
My sister looked closely and asked me did I see that the princess had the
same watch that I had. I looked closely at her hand, and it was right, she
had the same watch as me. I never noticed that last night.
We rushed down to breakfast and told dad about the watch. Dad just laughed
and said it was impossible, because they didn't have that type of watch
then. We kept on arguing that she had it, which aroused his curiosity. He
went up to my bedroom to examine the picture. When he came back down, he
said, it looked like someone used photo shop to put the watch on, which is
a shame, because now the picture is not so valuable.
I changed the subject telling Mum that I needed a haircut. She looked at
me and starting saying that I do not need a haircut. Long hair looks nice
on boys. My hair was so soft and had small curls, it shouldn't be cut. Mum
w reciting as if it was a poem. I thought about the girl's voice in my
head that repeated those sentences the night before. Did she also do the
same with Mum?
Time went quickly and it was time to get our shoes on for school. When I
looked at the place my old sneakers and other shoes were, I just seen a
pair of boots and Mary Janes. Where were my shoes? Mum told me that they
were my shoes and to hurry up, she didn't want to hear any hassle from me
this morning. I felt like crying. Then for the first time since this
morning, the girl's voice was back. She was advising me to wear the boots,
as the trousers would hide them. As usual, the girl's voice was right. If
I wore the Mary Jane shoes, everyone would see they were girl shoes,
hopefully no one could see that the boots were girls.
My friends did notice the boots. I just tried making an excuse that they
were cowboy boots, but they just laughed and Paul said that they looked
like his sisters. The others started to say that they suited my long hair.
I felt like crying, but the voice inside me said not to pay any attention
to them, as they were just idiots. I was tired of arguing with her, so I
just agreed, Deep down; I knew I looked like a half-baked sissy. They
could just see my hair and my boots. They would have a field day if they
saw the panties that I was wearing.
I went over to my best friend, Tim. He walked away. As much as I tried
following him, he just went quicker. It was obvious that he did not want
to speak or play with me.
Tomorrow I will wear my own things, as I didn't want to be known as the
school sissy.
When I came home, I had another surprise. My room was gone. Girl's things
replaced all my boys' things. Girl colours, girl's carpet, girl dresser,
girl desk, and girl bed and girl's toys. The voice asked me what did I
think about it?
MUM!!!! Mum started by asking why I was acting so strange lately? This is
the way my room always looked, nothing was different.
"Can't you see that it's for girls? I am a boy! Why would I want girl
things?"
"Listen, boys and girls can like the same colours and things. Just because
your room looks like a girl's room, doesn't mean that you are a girl. It
just means that your feminine side is stronger than your masculine side.
We talked about this when you changed your room. Dad and I have accepted
you the way you are."
The way I am... That means sissy. The girl's voice inside me asked did I
think it was pretty. I told her to shut up, as I needed time to get used
to it. I started playing with the dolls, but it was a strange experience,
as I was not controlling my movements, I did not want to try different
clothes on the dolls, and I did not want to comb their hair. It was like
someone was controlling my body. The girl's voice was very happy, as if
she was playing. It was like she was now taking over my body.
Then my sister came in. She was shocked that I had a girl's room. She even
asked me was I becoming a girl. I shouted no, but as I was saying this, I
could not hear my voice. Instead my voice said to play with the dolls. My
sister and I played with the dolls, and then we coloured some rainbows. It
was a strange experience; I could see and feel what we were doing. I just
did not control what my hands were doing. It was like I was stuck in the
back of my mind. The girl's voice was now the one that was speaking while
desperately, I was screaming to give me my body back. The only answer I
got was from the girl saying that she was having fun for the first time in
years and she wanted to play. I started screaming all I can that I didn't
want to play with dolls. I wanted my old clothes back. I wanted my old
bedroom back. The only response I got from the girl in my mind was to
leave her alone. I was being selfish that I did not allow her to have a
bit of fun.
Things went quiet, as my sister got bored. She must have thought it was
strange that her brother's room was suddenly a girl's room. She went
around looking at everything. Then she grabbed the photo and showed me the
photo. This time the princess had my football t-shirt on, I stared at the
picture. Why was the princess wearing my clothes? I felt that I was about
to faint because the picture was now weird. I decided to ask Dad. I rushed
down to him and asked him did anything look strange in the picture. He
said no. This confused me. How could he not notice that a princess had a
watch on that wasn't even invented then and on top of that was wearing
football clothes? I looked at Dad, He wasn't drunk.
That night, I put on a nightdress and tights without thinking about it. I
also tried pinching myself. This could not have been true. Someone except
my sister must have noticed the picture. I decided to look at the picture
again. This time the princess was wearing my trousers. I knew they were my
trousers because they were torn just below my knee. I couldn't believe my
eyes. The girl was looking more and more like a boy, while if I looked at
myself in the mirror I was looking more and more like a girl.
I went to bed and counted the hearts on my pillowcase.
Day 3
The next day, I jumped out of bed and looked at the picture. Nothing
changed. The princess was still wearing my clothes.
"She looks better with her own clothes on," The girl's voice said, "How do
you like wearing a nightdress and tights?"
"I don't know"
"Come on, be honest."
"Well the worse bit is that I can feel a breeze going up my legs, it's
like I am on some pink cloud or something like that."
"You feel free?"
"In some ways I do, but in other ways I don't. I have to remember that
boys are not supposed to wear girl's clothes"
"But what about when you wear boys clothes now? They scratch you and you
feel as if they are smothering you?"
"Yes, I suppose."
"Then that's Ok, today you can wear panties, and tights. They feel so
smooth. You can also wear those pretty boots that you wore yesterday."
Without noticing it, I already had these on and some clothes for school.
The clothes were unisex clothes, so I looked like a tomboy when I looked
in the mirror.
When I came back to my thoughts again, I was sitting down at my desk and
was putting some mascara on. I tried to pull my hand away, but I couldn't
move my hand. I just stared at myself in the mirror putting make up on.
For every stroke of make-up, the more and more I looked like a girl. I
couldn't beat this force inside me that was taking over my body. The more
I thought about it though, the less pale I looked and the more pretty I
looked.
Needless to say, everyone at school thought that I looked different.
That's a good word to use, because some comments were rude. My best friend
even said I looked pretty enough to kiss. I told him that I was not gay.
At break time, some of my friends asked me to play football. I said yes.
But the girls voice said that she wanted to skip with the girls, No way
was she going to do this. That was definitely something a sissy would do.
Yet I found myself walking towards the girls and asking them if I could
skip with them. Some of the girls laughed, and one girl said she admired
me because most boys wouldn't have the nerve to ask. I didn't want to ask.
Inside my head, I was yelling at the girl to let me have my body back and
let me play football. She just giggled and said that it was her turn to
control my body and skipping was good. No matter how hard I yelled or
threatened her, it didn't help. I was forced to play with other girls.
When I got home from school, I rushed up to my pink room and looked at the
picture. The father was the same, but the girl in the picture now had my
watch, my t-shirt, my jeans and now my hair. She only had her face left. I
felt like I was totally alone. If I asked dad or Mum, they would not
notice anything. My sister would notice, but who would take what she had
to say seriously.
I decided to go to bed. Would anyone notice if I went to bed in a
nightdress and tights, with mascara on?
Day 4
The next day, I saw the girl get out of bed. The girl went out. What was
she doing in my bed?
After 20 minutes, she came back again. She took a shower.
Then she started putting clothes on. She put on the panties and tights
that she had on the day before. But today she put on a denim dress. She
looked quite hot. She put her hair in a ponytail and put make up on.
Then she looked at me.
"Now you can be yourself, " she said, " Today I will use what magic I have
left and make everyone believe that I always was a girl. I see you when I
get home. By the way, don't you think I look chic today?"
"Anastasia, it's time for breakfast. " My mother called.
Then my sister ran in to the room. She told Anastasia that it was time for
breakfast. Then she came up to me and stared.
"Anastasia?"
"Yes?"
"I swear there was a girl in this photo yesterday. Ah well."
They both ran out and I realized what happened.
I was stuck in the picture.
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