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Kidnapped
Chapter 3
By Kyle
I tried my best to comfort the soul of my wounded son that night. He was
so afraid of me and the almost everything else. His old bedroom had to be
brightly lit for him, I couldn't embrace or even touch him. What had
happened to him for those five long years to traumatize him this much? I
tried to lay a motherly comforting hand on his back and he cried in
terror.
I laid by my child and comforted him as best that I could. We had a long
day tomorrow. I laid in the brightly lit room wondering what my child's
future would be like, what would the experts determine tomorrow? What
would happen?
We woke up early the next morning and I noticed my son did get a little
sleep. He woke up still groggy from lack of sleep. I told my son, "We
have a few people to meet this morning, We have to first see the doctor
we saw yesterday. He will tell us the final results of all the tests you
underwent and what can possibly be done about your condition. Then we
have to meet a few more doctors. So let's get ready."
Jimmy nodded and went to bath first. I went to my shower and we did our
morning things. Jimmy was ready by the time I left my bedroom wearing a
pair of girls skinny jeans and a top. He noticed my quizzical look and
replied, "Well mom what else am I going to wear? I only got to pack these
few outfits before my father kicked me out and went me on the bus. We
could get some new outfits but lets try to be real? How would I look if I
tried to dress like a boy? Do you think anyone would accept me as a boy?"
I didn't answer but a single tear on my face answered his question. "I
know, Mother. I hope the doctor gives us good news. Id like to try to
return to a boy life. But, what will we do if there's no chance?"
"I don't know, my son?" I said nearly crying. Has my son been lost for
ever.
"What I mean is," Jimmy said. "Will you still love me as a daughter?"
I didn't say anything. I did not know what to say.
"I may not be our choice. If I am stuck this way, will you still love and
accept me?"
I pulled him in and said, "Of course, Jimmy. I wil accept you any way. I
know this isn't what you want so the question is, if you are stuck this
way, will you accept you?"
"I don't know," he said. "I guess I will have to. That will mean you stop
referring to me as Jimmy and your son. We know I will always be your son
but, others wont understand and will think it's weird. In that case, call
me, Michelle."
"You must have given this some thought, Um, Michelle." I said to him.
"Yes, I heard what he said last night during the preliminary analysis. He
said trying to change me to a boy now would be difficult and dangerous to
my health because I was so young and endured so much. Maybe we will have
to wait until I'm older and strong to start the retransition to a boy's
life. If that is true, I might have to live as a girl for years. I've
done it for so long that it's not difficult. It just feels wrong."
I could tell my son was so worried about his future. About what I thought
of him and if I would still love him. I knelt down to look into his
worried face, "My son. I will always accept you and love you for what you
are. I know to you being this way feels wrong. It was never meant for
you. It was something a bunch of sick people forced on you. You are my
son and I love you, even if you look like my daughter now. If you wanted
this chance, I would accept it. I know you don't. We will adapt if you
are stuck. You will still be my son even if I have to call you something
else. One thing that will never change is my love. I will always love
you, my son." I pulled him in tight.
I took my son to the hospital and we waited for about thirty minutes
until we were called in. There was an officer there with the doctor. The
officer approached my son and said, "Are you sure."
The doctor said, "Yes. That is Jimmy. Everything had been finalized and
confirmed. It is him, without any doubt. The bloodwork has come back,
fingerprints, DNA. The dates match up, He was kidnapped five years ago,
and he was eight. Now, he's thirteen in the body of a girl. But,
everything checks out. His body was a boys five years ago. It's all the
same as Jimmy's. Is there anything you can do for him detective?"
He looked at me and said, "We are trying to find them. Warrants have been
sworn out. We are going to search his place and all the places he owns.
We are questioning his friends. I promise we are doing everything we
can."
Jimmy said, "That won't do any good. You couldn't find us in five years
what makes you think you can find him out. I didn't know where we were
but one thing I do know is we were always somewhere in South America. I
don't know where, but I had to learn some version of Spanish to talk to
anyone."
The detective said, "If that's true then we are screwed." And he left.
The doctor told us all to sit down and he began, and he didn't look happy
at all. "I hate to say this, but everything is what I thought it would
be. Its impossible. Jimmy your body was so radically changed, there's no
way to safely change you back. So much was done to your body so young, so
extensive. We don't even understand what was done. Trying to change you
back would be exceedingly dangerous and possibly fatal. I don't even
understand how your body was changes so extensively and how it has
accepted it. There seems to be no rejections, your body is functioning
perfectly as it should, in its form. You are now in the beginning stages
of puberty, as a girl. There is nothing we can do to stop it. I'm sorry,
Jimmy."
He burst into tears and ran outside sobbing. I ran out to see him
learning against the cold wall, sobbing in tears. I put my hand on his
back, "I know this is hard. We will do what we can to help you, my son."
His small body twisted and faced me in fury. "Oh shut up! I bet you did
this, I remember when I was young, hearing you say how badly you wanted a
girl. Get away from me!" He back away, I tried to approach but he punched
me. It hurt.
Jimmy might have the body of a girl, but he was strong and had the
temperament of a boy. "Jimmy, listen please. I did want a girl, also. It
never worked out that way with your father. We separated before we could
have another. I always wanted you."
He struck out again saying, "Sure you did. Just leave!"
I sat back and waited. Jimmy was just having a meltdown. There was
nothing to do but wait until he could compose himself. That took some
time. But, he did compose himself in ten minutes. He looked at me with
furious eyes, "I's sorry for the things I said. I am just... pissed off. I
guess I have to be Michelle for the foreseeable future. This really
sucks!"
I held him tight, "I know it does. We will adjust, Michelle." I kissed
him again. "Now lets go back and see what else he had to say."
We went back to the doctors office. He looked troubled and told Jimmy, "I
know this is very difficult for you."
"Yeah," Said my son dryly. "I am a boy and now I have no choice. This is
more than difficult. It's a horror, I hoped it could be changed back. Now
I have to live life as a girl."
"Yeah," Said the doctor sadly. "What was done to you is a horror. I wish
we could find them. We can probably get all your records changed now,
name changes, sex, all of that so it matches with your new identity. That
might make things a little easier, like for school, teachers, everything
else. I will monitor your health to make sure everything is working as it
should. I'm sorry, Jimmy. I wish I could do more."
My son did look very sad at the moment. "I have been thinking, Lets call
me Angel. I have always liked that name."
I hugged him tightly, "Okay, Angel. Lets go. We have a few other people
to meet this morning."
I took my son and we went out to our car." He looks up and asked, "What
else?"
"You have an appointment with a Therapist and then we have to go to the
school board to give you some assessment placement tests."
We made it to the therapist's office and my son and I found ourselves
waiting in the office again. We sat in the waiting room for a while.
Finally, after around twenty minutes, a woman walked through the door and
said, "The Therapist is ready now!" she led us down the hall and entered
his office. It was about the same as any other therapist office. The
therapist was a rather formal young man in his twenties sitting behind a
large desk. He looked at us and said, "Hello. You are Jessica and Jimmy
Roberts?"
"Yes," I said. "I am Jessica, this is my son Jimmy. I know what you are
probably thinking."
"I'm not thinking anything." He said. "I don't judge and you told me of
the situation on the phone last night. I'm sorry, Jimmy. I know this is
difficult."
"I decided to be Angel now." Said my son. "Since the doctor before you
said theres nothing he can do about my condition now. Calling me Jimmy
would be silly. I will be Angel."
"That is a nice name, Angel. Is there anything you want to tell me?"
Jimmy said, "My Dad stole me five years ago. His girlfriend and other
women did this to my body so he could keep me and evade suspicion. For
all people knew, they were mother and father and I was their daughter.
But, I wasn't. They didn't love me at all. He just wanted to keep me to
hurt mom. They spent the entire five years keeping me in a room, beating
me, starving me and hurting me in every way. She hated me. She would hit
me any time she was around. I was forced to sleep outside, in the cold
and wet. Animals crept around all night. She wouldn't let me sleep in the
house with them. We moved around every few months. I never met any kids
my age. Then she told dad that it would help if he made me dress like a
girl. It went from there to changing my body to be a girls. She knew some
very skilled doctors who did this to me. I hate this body, but no one can
help me now."
I saw him balling in the chair and I pulled him in, "I will help you."
He laid his head on me. "Thank you, Mom."
The doctor looked at me and asked, "Your son is very strong. Can you give
him all of the support he will need though all of this?"
"Yes," I said. "I love Angel." I kissed him on the forehead.
"He will have to live as a girl. A girl named Angel and that probably
means you will have to refer to her as your daughter Angel. He identifies
as a boy so that means you will have to give her even more support and
love to get her thought this."
"My daughter has all the support she will need," I said firmly.
"That is good, Jessica. Can you leave the two of us alone so I can speak
to your daughter privately?" I looked down at my son and he nodded and
said, "Its okay, mother. I can do this."
I stood up saying, "Okay. If you need me just call." I left and headed
toward the waiting room. I must had waited there for several hours when
the woman came back and called me in. I stood there as he sent my son out
to the waiting room.
He looked at me very seriously and said, "Its pretty bad, Jessica. Not
unexpected, living five years in captivity and being abused so bad. He is
very troubled, and hes full of so much rage. He doesn't know what to do."
"What can I do," I asked.
"Your son feels very weak, and small and is scared of the world. The
world looks very hostile and unfriendly to him. You just give him all the
love and emotional support you can. Bring him to me and I will help him
all that I can. But, we have further problems," He said.
I just waited and he told me, "Your son is far behind other children his
age. We can help him catch up but it will be extensive. We have a
residential facility we can stay at. They will help him around the clock
and you can still visit him."
I shook my head, "No. I spent five long years without my son. I stopped
living, It was horrible. I will not lose him again. There has to be
another way," I pleaded.
"Jessica, Listen. Your son is far behind. His scores are about the level
of a second grader. Maybe Third. He should be entering the final year of
Junior High this fall. Something drastic has to be done to catch him up,
fast."
"My son is very smart, He can do it." I told him.
"Angel is very intelligent. I know he can, we have to help him. You don't
want him to fall behind do you?"
No of course not."
"We have to do this. You can cooperate or we can get authorities involved
with this. Angel needs to catch up."
It was obvious Jessica was given no choice. The threat was clear. But,
she wasn't one to simply accept this. "You try to take my son away and
you will have trouble. I spent five years dying inside without him. I
won't let anyone take him away again. We must find another way," I told
them.
"What is your idea," The doctor asked me.
"How about we enter him into school. I bet he's smart enough he will
catch up with the other children in no time. Give Angel the chance he
needs," I proposed he could do it.
The doctor thought for a few long seconds and said, "You have a week to
prepare him for it. We will see if you can do it."
"He will," I said with confidence that I didn't feel myself as I walked
away. I took my son and we drove back home. I knew I had to make a plan
and I would need help preparing Angel for Junior High.
He looked up at me as I was driving us back home. "What did you two talk
about?"
"We talked about how to help you, there's something I need to know about
you?"
"What do you want to know," Asked my son.
"Do you want me to call you Angel, or Jimmy?"
"Call me Angel. I am your daughter now," He said looking sad. "I am a
girl whether I like it or not. I need to get used to it."
"Okay, my daughter Angel. You are right, but it is not what I wanted for
you. I hope you fully understand, I didn't want you to be my daughter.
Especially like this." I told Angel.
"I know," Angel said. "I know you didn't do this to me. I was just pissed
off. I know you want your boy back and I want Jimmy back too. We just
adjust to thinks. I love you, mother."
"I love you too, Angel."
We made it back home and angel went to her bedroom to relax after all of
the running that morning. I told her I was going to fix something for us
to eat in an hour. Then I called Cheryl. I waited and she picked up,
"Hello, Jessica how are you and your son doing?"
"We are fine. I need some help from you, actually I think I need a few
things from you. Can you come over?"
She said, "Sure." Then she hung up and I waited until I heard her pull
into my driveway. She walked in. "Hi Jessica, What do you need,?" Cheryl
asked.
"I need help with my son. It's going to be a big shock. But, we have a
big problem and the state is trying to take him away from me unless I can
get him caught up in his grades. Hes been gone for 5 years and that man
didn't even bother to enroll him into school or teach him. He's at second
grade level. You were a teacher right, Can you help?"
She was one of my dearest friends and said, "Sure, I will. I always loved
Jimmy. He's so great."
I smiled, "There's been a big problem. He's not really Jimmy anymore."
She said confused, "What do you mean?"
I yelled, "Angel, can you come here."
A girls voice sounded though the house, "Sure mom." She walked in and saw
us sitting on the sofa, She said, "Oh Hello, Cheryl. I thought that was
you. I have missed you so much."
She looked at the young woman that walked in. Her beautiful small face,
long blonde braided hair, Her bangs curled, Her legs and hips, every part
of her was girlish. Cheryl looked at me and said, "Oh my god, Jessica is
this a joke, Please tell me it's a joke."
"Cheryl," I said. "This is no joke. That girl is Jimmy. She chose Angel.
Now you see the problem,"
Cheryl stood up, walked in front of Angel staring at her face. "Yes, I
see now. You were Jimmy. This is so terrible. What happened?" She said
nearly in tears.
I said, "You can thank his dad for this. Apparently, he hated me more
than he loved his son. He did this to hurt me. There's nothing the
doctors can do about it. Angel has to live as a girl for the foreseeable
future. Maybe when she's an adult, they can help her. She is stuck right
now. We need to teach her everything she needs to know to get ready for
her final year of junior high next week. We need to you if you can do
that, and something else."
"You are kidding right," Cheryl said. "Five years of lost education made
up in a week. It cant be done. I can try but, you know. What else do you
need?"
"I need to know if you know any girls his age who can help Angel. You
know, like protect her, stick by her in school. Girls can be very
spiteful and cruel to those who don't fit in."
Cheryl thought it over, "I think I know one or two who would be willing.
Their very nice. The question isn't if they can help her. They can. The
question is with Angel, would she be kind to them and accept their
assistance."
"I am willing, I will try," Angel said.
Then I asked, "Angel, these girls will try to make sure you are safe. And
I hope they teach you things a girl should know. Id like them to take you
shopping, teach you about makeup, hair and things like that. Would you
let them help you to fit in?"
"Sure," Angel shrugged.
Cheryl was watching Angel and then asked, "Is that really all you, Angel.
Everything,"
"Yes," Angel sneered. "This is all me. I'm a girl in every way."
Cheryl was looking at Angel's chest. It poked out like a girls that age.
It was obviously growing outward pushing her pink blouse out. "Even that,
No socks or anything?"
Angel looked at the floor in shame. "Yes even that. I'm wearing a bra.
That's all me too. See," She lifted her top to show Cheryl and she gasp.
"It's all naturally me. I don't know how or why." Then his voice rose,
"I'm supposed to be a boy, How do you think I feel about growing breasts.
I'm a 13 year old boy. I already need this B-cup bra. I got out of
training bras last year. I bet by fourteen I will have Ds"
Cheryl asked, "What makes you think that?"
Angel replied, "Because of her!" She pointed at me accusingly as if it
was all my fault. I guess in a way it was. I was very endowed woman. I
wore E-cup bras by fifteen. By fourteen I was already a large C to D.
Angel knew what was coming and she dreaded it. I didn't blame her, she
was meant to be a boy before it was stolen from her.
She knelt on the floor, covered her face and began crying. "This isn't
fair!"
I held her in a motherly way, "I know it isn't. It sucks."
Cheryl watched as my son sobbed uncontrollably on the floor. Looked to me
as if to say, "You think she will be ready for junior high next week."
Maybe I was pushing too hard but it wasn't my choice. The state demanded
that she was ready in a week or I would lose her. The department of
children's services would barge in and take custody of her. They would
deliver her to a residential facility for long term treatment. How in the
hell was I going to do that?
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