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Kidnapped Pt 1
By Kyle
My son was taken from me when he was only eight years old. It was the
event that shattered both of our lives, but it hurt him far worse. I
wonder if there is anything I can do to heal what was done. He never told
me what happened to him, but it was bad enough that it turned a kind and
loving eight year old boy into a boy full of anger and hatred by the time
he was thirteen.
Is there anything I can do to help him? Can he become that kind and
loving boy that I used to know before he was taken from me?
If I am going to tell you this then I must start at the beginning. It was
warm that day. It was near the end of June and his father was coming to
get him. I had no choice in that matter because he did have parental
rights and the damn judge had given him every other weekend, so I had to
let him come and take him. I remember my son didn't want to leave me that
day. He cried and told me he wanted to stay with me. I had to clean him
up and get him ready to leave.
He was dragging his feet in getting himself ready to leave for the
weekend. I went into the house and yelled down the hall, "Come on Jimmy.
Your dad will be here shortly so get dressed."
He cried out, "But Mom, DO I have too?" He came up to me. "Look at what
that bitch did to me last time I went there. I still can't get my hair
straighten up."
I did my best to fix his hair. Apparently, his father was seeing another
woman and she liked to tease Jimmy. She curled his blonde hair and styled
it like a girl's. I complained to his father about that to no avail. But
I made it very clear if anything like that happened again that I would
call and report this abuse to the police and my attorney.
I told Jimmy, "I know your hair looks silly now, but we talked about it
and he won't let her do anything that stupid again. I told him if he lets
that woman hurt you again that he will never see you again."
His young face looked at me with hope. He nodded, "I hope he listens to
you mom. This still sucks. I hate that god damn judge."
I agreed and he said, "Judges are stupid."
I held him tightly. I didn't want to let him go, but I had to. If I
didn't, then the judge would rule for my ex husband and give him sole
custody. I would lose my son then. But if he kept letting that bitch hurt
my son then he would lose out and I would get sole custody.
I kissed him again and told him to go wait outside. He smiled at me and
left. I walked out with him.
Sooner than we expected, his old pickup truck pulled into our driveway.
Paint flicked off of the truck like snow falling. There were brown rusty
holes in the hood and the bed. It pulled to a dusty stop and opened the
door and Ted came out.
I shook my head. Ted had never really came out of the early nineties
dingy grub look. He wore an oversized plaid shirt that was unbuttoned and
another dirty tee shirt under it and his jeans were ripped. We could see
though the holes in his jeans. His face was unkempt and a dirty beard
covered his chin.
I felt my son hold on to my leg tightly, hoping against hope that some
way could be found to get out of this. But there was no way out. Jimmy
had no choice.
"Be a good boy Jimmy and go with your dad. I will be here when you get
back."
I frowned as Ted approached. I walked toward him holding my son's hand. I
said firmly, "I will check him when he gets back to see if you or that
bitch hurt him Ted. He better be alright and back on time!"
"Now, now, Jessica, you know I won't hurt my son. There is nothing to
worry about. "
"Alright Ted. No more hairdos, makeovers or visits to the beauty salon
anymore. You better understand that. Just make sure you do or there will
be hell to pay."
I sounded very unsure about this as I handed Jimmy over to Ted. I felt a
tight knot in my stomach.
As they walked back to the truck, I saw a younger blonde headed woman in
the front seat and he put Jimmy in the back seat. He got in and drove
off. There was nothing left to do but go back into her house and lay
down. I slept in Jimmies bedroom so I could be close to him even when he
wasn't there. I snuggled close to his teddy bear he had there.
The harsh rays from the morning sun and filled my bedroom. I groaned as I
woke. The suns golden rays glaring though my window caused her to squint
as I slowly become accustomed to it. I realized that I'd fallen asleep in
Jimmy's bed. The house was empty, my beloved son was not in the house
with me. I got up and prayed that my son would be returned tomorrow on
time.
I went to the shower. Then I had decided that sitting in the house
worrying wouldn't get me anywhere. So I would go shopping. I needed a
pair of new heels anyway. After I showered she put on one of my nice
skirts and top. I chose a pair of platforms shoes and got in my car then
drove off.
It was Saturday afternoon before I came back home. Shopping and buying
two new pairs of shoes made me feel a little bit better, but I still felt
the knot in her stomach. I still felt something was very wrong. As much
as I tried to dismiss it, the feeling wouldn't go away.
Fretting over the matter wouldn't make the time pass any faster so I
decided to make myself something to eat. So, I went to the stove and
started preparing some lasagna to eat.
Out of everything there was to eat, I loved Italian pasta the most. I
craved the stuff. Pizza souse, pepperoni, noodles, tomatoes, olives, I
loved them and my son Jimmy followed. He loved pasta too. We never could
get enough of it.
An hour later I was waiting for the lasagna to cool enough to start
eating a slice.
The wondrous smell of the pasta filling the room wasn't enough to ease my
thoughts that something was very wrong.
A loud ring shook me thoughts and made me jump. Picking the phone up and
answering, "Hello?"
"Hey Jessica, do you mind if I come over? I know you are alone and afraid
worrying about your son with that bastard. I wondered if I could come
over and give you some comfort?"
She was my best friend Cheryl. Cheryl was always good help when I needed
a friend. No reason she couldn't come over. "Yes, I would appreciate that
Cheryl. "
I heard Cheryl's laugh on the other end, "If I guess right, you have a
hot pan of lasagna getting ready for you to eat and your thoughts are
fretting over what terrible things Ted could be doing or planning. Am I
right?"
"Yes. You always know me," I answered uneasily. "But, this time the bad
feeling is much worse and I'm a lot more worried than usual. He's very
tense lately and he's getting worse. Cheryl please come over I have a
really bad feeling about this."
My tone must had been very alarming. Something in the way I said it made
Cheryl realize that I was very serious. She said ok and I heard her hang
up the phone
I had a plate full of steaming lasagna in front of me when Cheryl came
though the door. I had a fork full as she looked at Cheryl coming though
the door. She smiled, "Do you mind if I have some, Jessica?"
"No go ahead. You are always welcome."
She sliced a square off and sat down beside me and started eating.
"Yum, Jessica you are really one of the best cooks. Your pasta is always
great but today, this Lasagna is truly the best I ever had anywhere. Even
in Italian restaurants. Wow!"
"Gee thanks Cheryl. Have as much as you want I made more than enough. I
want my son to have some when he gets back tomorrow. "
Her forehead wrinkled as if she was thinking about something troubling.
"If he gets back. I can't get this sick feeling out of my mind that I
have a feeling that Ted won't return him this time. It's just one of
those feelings. I pray that I am wrong."
Cheryl felt my worry and laid a comforting hand on my arm. "I hope so too
Jessica. he has brought so much joy so our lives I really don't know what
we would do without him. I really love your son a lot."
I met Cheryl's eyes, "I know and he loves you too," that made her feel a
little better and we returned to eating the lasagna.
My tension didn't ease even after we finished eating, we both sat down on
the fluffy sofa and started watching a movie. I always loved The Princess
Diaries.
I said, "Oh thank you Cheryl you are the best friend. This is my favorite
movie."
We hugged each other tightly.
Cheryl must had fallen asleep because the movie had ended and she didn't
move. I stood up and she didn't seem to notice when I left. About an hour
later she called out and I told her I was in Jimmy's bedroom. I was lying
on his little bed when she came in.
She looked around his bedroom. She picked up one of his pictures and
asked, "Jessica who's this girl?"
I didn't notice that picture was still there. I answered disgust, "OH
that. That is my son Jimmy."
She looked at it shocked and said, "OH my. Jessica he looks like a girl
in that picture. His hair is long and blonde. He looks like he has
eyeshadow and mascara on and he's wearing a pink skirt and matching
blouse. Are you sure that's Jimmy, Why is he like that."
That's how he looked when that bastard returned him two weeks ago after
his court scheduled visitation. He apparently had some pictures taken,
this was Ted's new girlfriends idea to dress him like that. He wanted to
destroy those pictures, but I thought it was a good idea to keep them.
You know, if it happens again this time I have some evidence to show the
judge."
Then I said, "She is a serious problem. Jimmy told me that she told him
he was too pretty to be a boy. She has been dressing him behind my back.
I warned ted to make it stop so we will see if he takes me seriously this
time. If not then I will have to do something because I can't let some
crazy bitch hurt my son."
I started crying thinking about what he could be going though at that
moment and I was helpless to do anything about it.
We fell asleep in each others arms that night.
We didn't wake up until around ten the next morning. I had expected that
old beat up truck to come drop him off any time. But no one showed up.
One hour passed. Two hours passed and by the third hour I was starting to
panic. Ted usually dropped my son off between ten and noon and it was one
in the afternoon already.
By the time five hours passed I was in a total panic. It was already five
PM and no one showed up. I waited another two hours before I gathered my
stuff up got Cheryl and headed toward the police station. I had figured
out ted wasn't going to return Jimmy. He had been kidnapped.
I got the runaround at the police station. I walked up to the desk
officer and told him about the custody agreement and my son had not been
returned yet. He referred me to another officer who told me that nothing
could be done until twenty four hours. Until he had been missing for
twenty four hours, it couldn't be ruled a kidnapping. That's pretty
stupid but I waited.
I went home and did nothing at all. Cheryl tried to comfort me but how
could a mother get any comfort with her son being kidnapped. I didn't
sleep or eat. I just waited another twenty four hours.
At noon the next day I went to the police station again and reported a
kidnapping. They took my report and asked me some questions. I showed
them the court agreement and his picture. It went out all over the state.
They called an amber alert. Local stations stopped what ever they were
doing and showed his picture. It went out all over. But nothing came of
it. He was long gone.
I never got my life going again after that event. Cheryl was the only
friend that stayed by my side even when I was drifting from her. She
refused to leave me even when I was being a bitch. She totally understood
and I think what ever higher power that I met Cheryl. I went through my
life, My job and home. But nothing was fun or exciting anymore. For five
long years I seemed to had stopped being alive. I was alive, but not
really. All the excitement left me. I tried to find him. The police tried
to find him, but no one could find my son.
Then a miracle happened. I got a call five years later. I picked up the
phone and it was that bastards voice. He said, "Do you want your son
back."
I screamed, "Of course I do you bastard, where is he!"
He answered, "You better restrain your anger or I will just hang up and
forget the matter. Can we talk civilly?"
What was this bastard on? But he did have a point. I didn't want him to
hang up, so I pleaded in desperation, "Yes please. I will do anything you
want just give him back"
He answered smugly, "That's much better Jessica. If you want him back
meet us at the bus stop on fourth street. You know where it is. No police
and be alone. If I even think there's police waiting you will never see
us again. Understand!"
"Yes Yes, I understand. I will see you there."
I left immediately. I didn't bother to dress up or even clean. I ran out
the door.
But no one was there. I waited for nearly an hour and my cell rang. I
answered and he told me to meet him somewhere else across town. I went
there and waited another hour.
He told me to meet him somewhere else after waiting there for nearly an
hour he called me and told me to meet him at another place in the next
town. So I drove there and waited. After thirty minutes and two buses had
stopped and left, the third one pulled up and they all got off. I saw a
young girl that was around 13. She looked around and saw me. I thought
nothing of it. But, she saw me and her face brightened up. She totally
smiled at me. It was like she was waiting for me all her life. She ran up
to me.
I was confused. Why did this girl smile at me and why was she running.
She ran into me and hugged me so tight. She cried out, "I was waiting for
you for five years MOM. Don't ever leave me again."
What!!
I looked down at her. It was Jimmy. But he was totally a girl. He was
wearing a bright pink skirt and top. But his face was jimmy's. Even
though he had a totally feminine form now. What had those sickos did to
my son!
"Jimmy! I cried in tears as I held him. What Happened to you my son!"
"It was horrible, Mom. That woman made me into a girl. She wanted to hurt
me. She did hurt me so much. He agreed because he knew they would be
looking for a man and his son. They wouldn't recognize us if he had a
girl. That's how he evaded everyone for so long. "
That's horrible, I thought. I put him into my car and started to drive
off to the police station. Along the way a pickup truck came behind us.
It wasn't his car but it freaked Jimmy out. He started screaming and
thrashing around. I pulled over and held him until he calmed down. Then I
cried, "What has happened to my son!"
I swore that somehow I would find a way to heal my son.
Chapter 2
I began thinking about how I could convince the police that this was my
son when I arrived there. That was a good question. I'd raised the boy
for six years prior to the kidnapping. I knew him better than anyone
else, so I knew how to tell that this was my son, but the police would
not be so certain. But they surely would have ways to identify him.
We arrived at the station and I begrudgingly got my son out of the car
and walked in the station. His small body was shaking as we walked in. It
was clear he didn't want to go in the station.
This was going to be the difficult part. I approached the desk officer,
"Go get Detective Anderson, tell him I found my son."
Anderson was the officer I spoke to many times about finding my son. The
desk officer looked at me stunned.
"You have, Ma'am?" He answered shocked. "Where is he?"
Well, of course they wouldn't understand. I pointed to the feminine boy
beside me. "THIS is him. He is Jimmy."
"No, Jessica. Be real here."
I answered firmly, "THIS IS HIM! My ex-husband changed him somehow to
evade detection all these years. BUT I KNOW MY SON AND THIS IS HIM!!"
He looked at Jimmy real hard. He wasn't convinced, but he knew not to
argue with me. He answered, "OK Ma'am. We will figure out if you are
right or not. I will get Anderson for you."
He left the room and within minutes He came back with the detective.
Anderson looked at me and then looked at what appeared to be a girl
beside me. He eventually said, "Well we cant really tell if that's Jimmy
or not, but if you are right and I suspect you are. You are his mother so
I'm sure you are right. Then we need to get special victims unit in here.
But first lets go back and get some facts figured out. Come with me,
Jimmy."
The poor boy looked so scared now. He hid behind me and didn't move. I
pulled him in front and said, "Jimmy. I will be with you, but you need to
tell them what you know so we can help you and get the people that did
this to you."
He kept shaking and started crying. Sad tears rolled down his face as he
told me, "I don't want to tell anyone about this. I just cant Mom."
I understood. He had been though a lot and didn't want to talk about it.
He must had been so humiliated. I told him, "You don't have to tell them
anything you don't want to. But they will need some facts to verify who
you are and then to get the man that did this."
He stared back with me and the detective and told us, "I don't think I
will be much help there. We moved around a lot and I'm sure he isn't in
the same place now. I had no idea where we were most of the time. But I
will try."
The officer took us back into one of the rooms. I sat at the table and my
son sat beside me. The officer saw down across from us and he turned on a
video recording device. He informed me, "Your son doesn't have to answer
anything the he doesn't want to. What he said would be recorded and used
as evidence."
He nodded, I understand."
The officer looked at my son and began the questioning. He asked my son
what is your name?"
My son told him, My name was Jimmy Range, but for the past five years
I've had to answer to the name Heather."
Then the officer asked, "When were you born, Jimmy?"
He answered, "Sept ninth nineteen ninety five." Which was the right
answer for my son's birthday.
After a dozen more questions confirming he was my son, the officer was
convinced. Then he started trying to ask about the locations and
information about the abduction.
That didn't get anywhere because my son didn't know where he was taken.
But the questions about his changes were pretty revealing. My son refused
to answer any questions about what was done to him. It was just too much
to go though again, but he did tell the officer that he was forced to
change into a girl.
The woman was some sort of dominatrix and trained him how to act and
present himself as a girl would. And he had gone though some hormonal and
surgical changes so he would actually be a girl. In addition to all of
that horror, there was sexual abuse too. She had some guys that were
involved and he was forced to accept one of the men in his thirties as
his boyfriend. He wouldn't go into any specifics. My son broke down at
revealing that.
He burst into tears and started sobbing. Powerful sobs went through my
son. Tears were streaming down his face. I grabbed my son and held him to
me tightly. I stopped the questioning then and just held my son tightly.
I didn't know my ex husband could be so cruel. I made a silent prayer
that he burn in the deepest part of hell for what he inflicted on my son.
But, it was pretty much the woman that inflicted that on my son. He took
her, but then he seemed to just leave them alone and the woman took
change. He just did that to hurt me. But he hurt his own son, far more.
The officer left us alone for a few minutes to let me hold and comfort my
sobbing son. He stopped after a few minutes and the officer came in. He
told my son that he had all of the information he needed at the moment
and told him he was a very strong boy.
He took us out of the questioning room and said he needed one more thing.
He took a picture of my son and then took him to one of the desks. The
officer proceeded to take my sons fingerprints and then took q tip and
swabbed inside of my sons mouth. Then he told us that he has called the
hospital and they were expecting us.
I told him that was my plan too. We wanted to know what had happened to
the boy and if there was a way we could change him back. The officer
drove us to the hospital in his squad car. The doctor was waiting for us
when we arrived. He seemed nice enough.
He was an older man and looked at us with a warm comforting smile. He
held my sons hand and told him they wanted to examine him and take some
blood work. We went into one of the examination rooms. He took my sons
weight and height.
It was all normal for a girl his age. He had my son strip down and
examined everything. It was shocking. Everything was changed on my son.
And I mean everything. My son had a vagina.
The doctor looked disgusted. He mentioned to me, "God! What did they do
to that boy!? I don't know if we can change all of this back. He already
had a total SRS and reversing it is very difficult if not impossible. But
we will see what can be done. This poor boy!"
He finished the examination. Took blood from the boy and let left us
alone. While the doctor was gone the officer came back and confirmed it
was indeed my son. The fingerprints matched that of my sons five years
ago. The swab would take a bit longer to come back to confirm it with
DNA, but the fingerprints matched so it was confirmed without question. I
had known, but that was my job to know. I held him until the doctor came
back.
What he said was even worse. He told us, "Your son has gender
reassignment surgery done on him. He no longer has any of the male
reproductive organs. He has elevated breast development tissue for a girl
his age. The blood work shows he has the typical estrogen count for a
girl of thirteen. What is surprising is that He wont have to take any
pills or injections to keep his estrogen count. His body is producing its
own. They somehow implanted a uterus in the boy. How they did that don't
ask me but its making estrogen in him naturally."
He paused to let that all sink in and then he continued, "You asked about
reversing it and that will be exceedingly dangerous. The typical Sexual
Reassignment Surgery is complicated from male to female. We typically use
the penis and testicular tissue to construct a vagina. That's what we
call a vaginoplasty. It takes two to three operations to complete. That's
already been done to your son and more. Changing it back could be very
dangerous to your son. Possibly life threatening considering all that has
been already done to him using methods we don't even really understand.
But I must say that who ever did this was a very skilled surgeon. I don't
know anyone that could do this to the quality I seen on your son. But its
disgusting and very unethical to do this to a boy his age. Especially one
that didn't want it. I just don't know what we can do now."
I held my son throughout his report. We didn't know what to say. My son
didn't like his report but we cold tell it wasn't what the doctor wanted
to say.
The Doctor told us that he wanted my son to stay another day for
observation and then we could get go home. By that time it was late and
very tired. He gave us our own room and shut the door. We changed and I
noticed that my son had become very feminine. If I didn't know he was
born as a boy then I wouldn't even know he wasn't anything but a girl in
the first place.
I changed into my night gown. He went into the bathroom and changed. He
came out wearing a pink floral night gown and laid down in his bed. He
was totally feminine. His movements were fluid and graceful as any girls
his age. That damn mistress must had trained him good. Or very brutal. He
laid down in his bed and started to go to sleep.
I made a mistake. I turned the lights off so we could sleep and that was
a mistake. He started screaming out. He was screaming in terror and
flailing about until I frantically turned the lights back on. He was
still screaming as I ran over to hold him.
I told him it was Okay. He slowly regain control and stopped screaming.
He said he didn't like the dark. Tears were streaming down my face.
"What did they do to my little boy," I cried to myself. How could anyone
traumatize a kid this much?
But that was when he said something frightening to me. He whispered to
me, "I know you all think I am a weak and scared kid. And I am, but when
I get older, I will find that woman that did this to me and I will kill
her. I will kill them all. The police will look for Ted and Kathy. But
the police won't find them. They are somewhere in Venezuela that's where
we spent most of our time. I will find them."
I looked at my son and the fierce look in his eyes startled me. I could
tell it wasn't just a childish rant. He was very serious. Almost
terrifyingly serious. I didn't expect such a hard frightening look in
such a young child's eyes. But I held him close to me again"
Part three will be comming soon
If anyone wants to talk to me, my email is [email protected]
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