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INTRO
Hello my name is CJ Snyder. After reading many of the other stories on
this site and others like I decided to write this story to document my
life while we wait for the delivery of our twins. We decided we did not
want to know the sex of our children until they were born.
Now about me I am the youngest of seven children born to Bill and Robin
Snyder. We live on the outskirts of two small towns in New Hampshire
not far from Salem, Massachusetts. My ancestor first arrived in Salem
in either June or July of 1624 on a boat that left from Liverpool,
England.
To celebrate our family long history in the United States we have a
family reunion every 6 - 8 years. Family members currently live in all
50 states. These reunions are so large the last one was held in Madison
Square Garden. Talk is that the next one will be in Dallas but that is
still a few years away.
My Family
13th Great Grandparents
Elizabeth born May 3, 1601
Richard Snyder born October 2, 1600
My parents:
Bill Snyder - November 1941
Robin Snyder - March 1943
Sisters
Kelly Ann - July 1964
Ayanna Jasmine - August 1965
Madeline Grace - August 1967
Isabella Faith - July 1969
Alison Farrah - December 1970
Mary Jane - May 1972
Me:
July 30, 1974
My best friend was Samantha Jane Conner July 3, 1974 who lived next
door, until kindergarten because boys cannot have girls as best friends.
We still spend more time together than we do with anyone else.
My mother has two sisters who moved away after graduating college; they
both have two girls and two boys. We don't get to see them that much
because they live in California and Arizona. My father has one sister
who lives in New Jersey; she has two girls.
Family History
I will introduce other names of people in my life as I need to but for
now this is my world as it revolves around me, but first let me start
with some family history that will help you understand me and my family.
The family history before 1691 is unclear so I will just start with
1691. In 1691 my 13th great grandmother Elizabeth the first of the
family to come from someplace in Europe was still living in Salem,
Massachusetts in a large two story house that overlooked the harbor and
the family shipping business. Her husband and his brother owned three
large cargo ships and two smaller ships. While on a trip to England to
negotiate sales he was injured and died before the ship could return
home. Elizabeth's brother-in-law assumed full control of the family
shipping business, which is when she decided to leave Salem with her
three daughters and two sons. It was just in time as the witch trials
started the next year. The new home she built still stands on family
owned land, a historical society maintains it as a museum.
Elizabeth's two sons eventually got married one opened a general store
and the other opened a pub in town. Family no longer owns either
establishment. The general store has been a bank, law office, police
station and a private home but the pub has always been a place that
served alcohol or food or even both. Two of the three daughters got
married and built homes near their mother. Trees on the land were
harvested for lumber and the land was tilled for farming.
The third and youngest of Elizabeth's daughters went to work for in the
family shipping business. She spent time in different counties meeting
people who were known as the witch doctors, medicine woman, spell
caster, shaman and what other names healers were referred to by the
local people. She studied from these people and wrote everything down
into thirteen notebooks. Eventually she returned home to teach her
brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews what she learned.
As the family grew children got married a few more homes were built on
the families' original 100 acre estate. Currently only six houses are
still on the land. The only original house is Elizabeth's, the other
five have been rebuilt expanded or completely overhauled too much to be
considered historical. When you exclude these five houses the next
closest neighbor is over a mile away.
My History
I am going to begin my story when I was eight years old. Twenty-three
children besides me lived on my street, sixteen girls and seven boys.
Four of the boys were 15 or older while the other three boys where 4 or
younger while the girls were pretty much evenly spaced from 2 to 18. The
older boys did not want to play with me because I was too young and I
felt the same way about the boys that were younger than me. Two of the
15 girls where two years older than Smantha while another two were two
years younger, so depending on what was going on they did not alway play
with us either. Across the street was a nice park where everyone in
town would come and play but you never new who was going to be there.
This left Samantha and I to play together alost all the time. However
there was times she did not want to play with me either.
On many ocasions Samantha would say, "Only girls can play with dolls no
boys allowed."
I would run home and tell my mother, "Samantha wants to play with her
dolls", it was the same thing when she wanted to have a tea party or
something else boy normally would not do.
My mother would say, "Go grab a pair of pants and a pink shirt from you
sisters room and then go to the bathroom".
Over time I even acquired some dolls of my own and few party dresses
that I would wear when I was playing with Samantha. I kept the dolls
and dresses neatly put a way in chest in the bottom of my closet because
my cousins made fun of me once for playing with dolls.
I went to the coed cathic school while my sisters and Samanth went to
the school where my was a teacher. I asked once why I could not go to
same school? I don't remember the exact answer but I enjoyed going to
that school. After kindergarten Samantha and I did fewer things
together because I had a new best friend named Steven. Don't get me
wrong Samantha and I still did things together but not everything. I
only had to pretend I was a girl for her 7th birthday party when she
wanted a Princes themed party and no boys were going to be invited. I
only did it because Samantha talked me into going.
"I want my best friend at my party," Samantha said with those beautiful
blue eyes that could melt an iceberg.
I said, "Yes, just for you."
In school I learned that boys don't wear dresses and I was worried about
what the other girls at the party would say because I knew I was the
only boy going. To my surprise the girls never said anything to me at
the party about wearing a dress and did not make fun of me at school.
I had so much fun that after the party. I went home and said, "Mom, can
I have a princess party like Samantha."
Mom said, "No, your male friends will not come to a princess party."
She did not explain why.
I joined a soccer team that played on the soccer fields on the other
side of the park. After games win or loss we would go to the pizza
pallor across the street. During the week after school we would meet at
the arcade next to pizza pallor until the coach got there.
So growing up I lived a normal life. Played soccer when I got old
enough, rode bikes, skate boards, went fishing with my father, all the
normal things a growing boy would do. The things that I did that were
not normal for a boy was to played with dolls, go to tea parties and
play dress up; I knew these things were not normal for boys but I had no
choice if I did not want to play alone or wanted to play with my best
friend Samantha.
I will try to group my story by different things that happened in my
life.
So now I will tell you why I am writing these stories. I come from a
very long line of witches or whatever you want to call us.
Chapter 1 - THE DISCOVERY
Both Samantha's mother and mine work as school teachers at an all-girl
school grade level PK to 12. I knew I was going to be going the school
my mother worked because my father's job transferred him to a different
office. It was closer to home but in the wrong direction so he could
not drop me off at school on his way to work. I accepted the fact that
I would be changing schools but there were things that I did not know
about before that first day of school. When I got out of the shower my
mother had put my school uniform on my bed.
I yelled to mom, "What is this on my bed?"
Mom responded, "It is your uniform honey."
"I don't want to wear a girl's uniform I want to wear a boy's uniform."
"I work at an all-girls school so hurry up and put it on so I can work
my magic."
"What do you mean work your magic mom and what do you mean an all-girls
school? If I go there it will not be an all-girls school" I asked a
little confused.
"The girls don't want a boy in there class just like they don't want to
play with dolls with boys," my mom said with a smile.
"Yes, I know they don't want to play with boys but I only put on a pink
shirt and pretend to be a girl."
"No, you do not pretend to be a girl. You were a girl when you played
in your sisters pink shirts."
"I am not a girl and boys do not wear skirts even if it is the school
uniform."
"So, you would wear it if you were a girl?"
"I guess if I was a girl I would wear skirts because girls wear skirts
but I am a boy."
"Are you sure you are a boy?"
"Yes, boys have a pee-pee and stand up to pee."
"Are you sure you can stand up to pee?"
Feeling a little rebellious I stood in front of my mother and dropped my
pants and said, "See boys have pee-pees and girls have something else."
My mother and to older sisters started giggling and at the same time
said, "We don't see any pee-pee but we do see that something else as you
call it."
-- Now that I am 27 I notice immediately when my companion in my pants
disappears even before I start to notice anything else changing but when
you are under the age of 8 it is not that big and does not really effect
what you do unless you are kicked there. While standing there in a
confused look with my pants around my ankles my mother walked over to me
grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. In the bathroom my mother
gave me my first lesson on how to keep my female anatomy clean after
using the girls' room; I also learned the proper term for, "something
else" is vagina. Before that day I don't think I ever played with my
penis but I shore played with my new vagina like a kid playing with a
new toy. At eight neither a penis nor vagina give any sexual
satisfaction so they don't hold the same thrill they will later in my
life, so the play did not last that long.
I don't think I ever knew prior to that day I ever spent time as a real
girl until that day. When I look back now at pictures for when I was a
baby my mother must have cast the spell on me many times when she would
take me out. Having six older sisters' many of their hand-me-downs
would not look right on a boy. No need to explain why your three year
old son is in a pink princess outfit is there. I think the only
pictures of me as a boy is when I was out with my father.
We carpooled with Samantha's family to school. She was so happy to have
her best friend going to school with her. Over the next few weeks I
learned that Samantha always knew I was both Christopher and Christine.
When we played inside she wanted to play with Christine because as
Christopher I just played to rough but when outside she like to play
with Christopher because I would kill all the bugs or protect her from
the other boys who came to the park to play. I never realized this
until she told me I always thought it was because I was pretending to be
a girl and that is the way girls played. At school I hated having to
sit to pee all the time and especially having to wipe when I was done
but like everything you do over time you get used to it. Just because
you get comfortable doing it does not mean you ever have to like it,
other things I will like even less.
When my mother tells the story my dad was happy to have six health and
smart daughters but still wanted a son. My mother says my dad cast a
spell on the day I was conceived of course it was Halloween that I would
be born a boy but she says the spell did not work correctly or as he had
planed it. Her story is that after my father dropped her off at the
hospital he went out celebrating the birth of his son. It is not until
recently that husbands/fathers would be seen in the delivery room. So
today I only have my mom's word on the subject and she always says it
with a smile. I was born Christine Josephine Snyder but after my birth
certificate was filled out my father's spell finally took effect and I
became Christopher Joseph Snyder. My mother convinced the nurse she
made a mistake and they made me a new birth certificate and my mother
says she kept the first one just because she wanted it. I never heard
this story until after I was eight went to the all-girls school where my
mother teaches.
Chapter 2 - Soccer team becomes ballerinas.
It was the first day of soccer practice for the new season. I had not
seen the other guys on the team since just before the start of school.
Everyone on the team went to either the coed catholic school or the one
of the three public grammar schools. Steven my male best friend was the
first to say something to me about not being in school.
"CJ, where have you been? Why are you not in school? Are you going to
St. Johns now?" Steven said as he gave me a high five.
"No, I am going to Bay View Academy where my mother teaches," I said.
CJ started laughing and before I could tell him to keep quite he called
the rest of the team over and yelled so the rest of the team could hear,
"CJ is going to and all girl school."
John the team captain who has twin sister that goes to Bay View said,
"My sister goes there and she showed us the picture they took of the
class with all the girls in their school uniforms." In the photo we
were all holding a piece of paper with our name written on it. After
thinking about it for a few minutes he started laughing even louder and
said, "You are the CJ that was standing next to my sister. You look
cute in your pig tails."
Now the whole team was laughing I started to cry and somebody said as I
turned around and began cry while running off the field humiliated and
embarrassed. Kelly my sister was standing on the other side of the
field talking to her boyfriend Mike and our coaches son saw me crying
and ran over to me to find out what happened. After I told her the
details she dragged me by my arm back to where the rest of the boys were
standing.
Kelly yelled everyone and said, "Everyone, go sit in the bleachers and
nobody is to say anything until I come back." Without a sing word or
grunt everyone on the team walked over to the bleachers and sat down.
Kelly then walked across the street to shopping center where a new dance
/ ballet studio had just opened. She gathered all the mothers and a
couple of older sisters of the other players on the team and handed each
one the enrolment form.
"Now everyone stand up and walk across the street you all have just
signed up for two years of ballet. You will not be able to quit can
quit in two years after you opoligise to my brother for making fun of
him and meaning it other wise you will sign up of ballet every year.
Now does anyone have any questions?" Kelly asked.
Jakub said, "Ballet is for girls, I won't do it."
"If you were a girl than it would be ok then?" Kelly asked. After a few
seconds of silence Kelly said, "Every Monday you will hurry home where
you will become pretty, polite and respectful young ladies. You will
stay in that form until you wake up the next day. If you make any type
of commitment while a girl you will have to fulfill that comment as a
girl. Does anyone have any questions?"
One of the mothers asked a question, "What do you mean by if they make a
commitment?"
"In 9 weeks from Saturday the Russian Ballet is in town and everyone is
going. If Stacie the girl who just moved to town and currently the only
girl in the class ask anyone to her birthday party Saturday and you say
yes and you will go as a girl. Her mother is hopping only nine of you
say yes but nine of you will deffinetly say yes."
"Everyone is going to make fun of us if we run around pretending to be
girls," Joe said.
Kelly asked, "What is your name, you are new on the team?"
"My name is Josephine, but everyone calls me Joie with an 'ie'. I just
moved from Bosto," he said. "Wait! That is not my name. My name is
Josephine. Why can't I say my name?"
"That is your name honey," Joe's mom said than continues, "Why am I
thinking that is her name?"
"Everyone here will remember who each boy was when they woke up this
morning and who each girl is when they go to bed. The rest of the world
will think of them as two separate people while the rest of the family
not here will think of them as the same but different people." Kelly
answered.
Nobody fully understanding what she said asked her to explain. Kelly
directing her explanation at Jill one of her friends and Ben's older
sister.
"You told me that you are going to your cousins wedding Saturday. When
you get home if your mother says Brook get change we have to go pick up
your dress for Saturday. Brook will be the flower girl; while your dad
may say Ben don't forget to mow the lawn after school tomorrow. Tomorrow
when Brook is Ben nobody will think of him as Brook but your mom will be
able to remember to make that hair appointment for early Saturday
morning for Brook, so she will look pretty for the photos."
Now that everyone understood the whole team got up and walked across the
street to the Dance / Ballet school. After everyone got their ballet
slippers, leotards and tights Kelly escorted everyone into the girls
changing room where the first girls who began to get undressed as he
looked at what was not her panties said
"Shit I am a girl!"
Kelly asked, "Jacqueline, who did you say does ballet?"
Jacqueline said, "I said only girls do ballet."
Out of the corner of her eye Kelly saw one the girls start to examine
her new female self so she quickly said, "You are all proper young
ladies and as proper young ladies you do not play with themselves, you
don't let other touch you unless it is a doctor and no taking pictures.
When you are older you can become naughty little girls."
In the beginning of the class everyone was upset and unhappy but as the
class progressed the complaining and the crying stopped. Before the end
of class Stacie had asked everyone if they wanted to go to her birthday
party. The party was going to be at the local movie theater in one of
their party rooms after we would see the movie 'The Secret of NIMH'.
Eight of us said yes to Stacie. Everyone else said they were already
doing something and could not attend. Little did they know that by
saying they were going shopping with their mom, going to see an aunt or
uncle they would still be doing it as girls. The stupid commitment
clause my sister put in the spell.
PS.
If anyone wants to tell their personal story about the next two years:
1. How every Monday they ran home from school and got ready for ballet
class. Describing the joy, the displeasure and the acceptance and other
things you did while female.
2. How they forget about the commitment clause and ask everyone to their
birthday party and everyone saying yes. The planning for an all-girl
party even while a boy. Remembering all the present you received were
for a girl.
3. Signing up for Ballet after the two years were up and doing so every
year until you decided to stop like any normal girl not under a spell to
continue.
4. Two enjoyed ballet so much they went back on a Tuesday to sign up as
a guy.
5. One of the two becomes so good he/she performs professionally as both
depending on which part he/she tries out for. Most stage performances
are as a man because the competition is less but most of the teaching is
done as female. PS He is married to Stacie who knows his secret.
6. How after ballet a boy asked them out while at the pizza shop and
said yes to every date he asked her out on until boyfriend moved away.
7. One of the guys who continued until he was 12 fell in love with one
of the real girls in class. He is no longer doing ballet but still
makes a commitment to do something once a week with his wife as his
female self. I.e. cooking classes, book club with the girls, ceramics,
yoga, spa day and list goes on.
One final note all girls remain virgins until they are 18 however like
any girl they do experiment when they hit that certain age. They can
sexually satisfy their boyfriends while remaining virgins. Bras can
come off but pants, skirts, and panties will always stay on. Petting
and masturbation is allowed. First sexual experiment after 18, mother
hood or becoming a wife is a commitment for life.
If anyone wants to edit this story or help improve it let me know.
Writing is what prevented me from getting all A's in college.
Future chapters
Chapter 3 - my secret is out.
Chapter 4 - dealing with boys as a girl.
Chapter 5 - dealing with girls as a boy.
Chapter 6 - first slumber party
Chapter 7 - puberty boys vs. girls
Chapter 8 - first slumber party after puberty.
Chapter 9 - first date as a boy
Chapter 10 - first double date as a girl.
Chapter 11 - playing match maker.
Chapter 12 - Sweet 16 party.
Chapter 13 - Junior Prom
Chapter 14 - Going to college.
Chapter 15 - Job choices.
Chapter 16 - Medical School
Chapter 17 - Wedding
Chapter 18 - Honey Moon
Chapter 19 - present
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