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Dear Atnas, Please Make Me A Girl
A little boy writes to a magical spirit about his wish to become a girl.
Again when he's older, and again after he becomes a man, and...
1. (From the bedroom of Nick Walters, aged 7)
dear atnas please make me a girl my name is nicholas andrew walters i am
in elemntree school i am a boy i want to be a girl mommy says you are a
magik and i should write eltters to you in the tree and you will grant
my wish i want to be a girl they are pretty and have long hair and
ribbons and they can wear a dress please make me a girl thank you atnas
2.
Dear Atnas,
Hello again. Nick Walters here. Today we saw a school play, it was Peter
Pan. I know the story because I read it at home and I like the story
because I want to be like Peter who can fly around and have adventures.
But today when I saw the play I realise I want to be Wendy. The girl
playing Wendy is Madison Lane. She looks really good wearing the ribbon
and the sleeping dress. In that moment I just thought she was really
really pretty and I wish I could be as pretty as her. Please make me a
girl Atnas. Thank you.
Signed,
Nick Walters.
3.
Dear Atnas;
Well, it has been a while. I am (still) Nick Walters and no, I'm still a
boy. Starting to wonder if my letters are getting through to you. Today
we had gym with the girls and we had to run around a lot and everybody
was sweating really badly, especially Maddie Lane -- you know her.
Last year she cut her hair and I was sad, because she looked like a boy,
and wasn't so pretty any more. Well, she's still pretty, just with short
hair. But today I saw she was wearing a bra under her gym shirt, it was
white and wet with sweat so I could see through it and saw the outlines.
And in that moment I thought she was the most beautiful girl in the
world again.
I guess the other girls are also wearing something like that. Some of
them are wearing camisoles (I learned the word from the internet). But
in that moment I thought she looked so much ike a boy and yet was so
much a girl and I desperately wanted to be like her. I thought about her
and dreamed about her giving me her bra and me becoming a girl like her.
Anyway I had some spare time so I wrote you this letter just in case
you're reading. Please make me a girl.
Yours Sincerely,
Nick.
4.
Atnas;
Old chum, old friend, old buddy old pal old mate. How are you! Haven't
heard from you in ages. In fact, haven't heard from you at all. It's
your old friend Nick here, you owe me a couple letters (and a wish).
Mads asked me to go watch her dance performance after school and of
course I went. Sat in the front row, it was some showcase for her
school. There was a boring play and a poor attempt at a comedy gameshow,
but when Mads came on it was fucking magical.
It was bad. I mean, it was so good, but I felt so bad. I was torn. Half
the girls came out in hip-hop gear, baggy clothes and caps like they
were boys, and did a bit of hip-hop, and the other girls came out in
leotards and tights and ballet shoes and they did ballet, and then they
mixed clothes and did a mash-up of both dances. Mads had a cap on and
one of those basketball jerseys over her leotard and she was gorgeous.
She was tomboyish and feminine, she did these hard jerking hip-hop moves
and these graceful soft ballet things and it was so beautiful. I was
torn between desperately loving her and desperately wanting to be her
and it was bad, it was so bad.
Afterwards I went to see her and she came and hugged me and I could
smell the perfume on her and see all the make up on her and I could
barely speak. She laughed and gave me her cap and nearly gave me her
hair ribbon too. I went back and thought about changing clothes with her
like on the stage and I couldn't sleep that night. Then I thought about
you of course, so I wrote to you again knowing you wouldn't reply.
God damn it.
5.
So Maddie didn't win the pageant.
It was heartbreaking. I was crushed for her too. She did her best, wore
suntan lotion everywear, worked twice as hard at dance and her grades
didn't even drop or anything. When they did the swimsuit segment she
looked amazing. She's filled out and curvy -- not crazy like the models
in the Victoria's Secret catalogues but definitely gorgeous. And her
catwalk in the evening dress was fantastic, and she made all of us laugh
when she told us the story about the baking.
The tiara went to the cheerleading captain of course. Bitch.
She was very calm about it and smiled for photos and everything with her
runner's up sash. But I called her that night and we just lay there, her
sobbing for an hour, me just on the phone with her, long after her
parents had gone to sleep and nobody could hear her.
But you know this isn't really about her either.
Atnas, wherever you are, I guess I've given up hope believing in you.
It's been ages and I'm probably too old to believe, but, well, I felt it
really, really strongly. Once in a while I'll look at a girl and wish I
was her, and when I looked at Maddie throughout the pageant I just
really, really wanted to be her and win the pageant.
I realise I always write to you when I want to be Maddie.
Anyway, I'm going to get up early and take her to breakfast, so I've got
to get to bed. Just, well, you know, I just want to not feel like this
sometimes. It's weird. I keep hoping but I don't know if it's worth it.
Anyway. See you around, Atnas.
Please?
6.
Atnas;
It's been a while since I wrote that last letter. I remember it. I
remember all the letters I wrote to you, all the intense feelings and
emotions, if not the word and the letter. And I'm writing to you because
I want to remember this.
In a year of college, I've done so much. I was in a play. I joined the
dance team. I started working out. I dated (and had sex with) a
cheerleader. I've got great grades. People like me. My roommate and I go
on adventures and eat pizza all the time.
And, well, I'm still a little empty.
It was the big game and I was there watch Lindsey, like I always do. I
know she hems her skirt an inch too short and wears her top a little
tight and she is so hot with her long hair. Today I watch her go through
her routines and get tossed in the air (she's tiny and light) and shake
her pom poms and dance and hug the other girls as they were coming off
the field and I cried a little bit in the bathroom during the second
half.
I'll never get that, will I. I'll never fit into the tiny skirt and top,
I'll never have gorgeous long hair or a slim waist or the long slender
legs. My chest shifts a bit when I run but it's not real boobs is it? I
can dance just fine but I'll never be the one in the high heels and the
special nude underwear and the tiny red dress with the slit on the side
and the bared back and the low-cut front, will I?
I bought a Wonderbra, got it in the mail, wore it around for a bit and
threw it away. I don't think I'll ever consider hormones or surgery --
we have this guy, Gavin, he grew up a girl, and Josh is gay and Lexie
has girlfriends. I think I'll just be Nick all my life, but it's just
the longing, the wishing, the mad, mad things I think about when I
masturbate sometimes.
I don't know. I really don't. But this is my sort of catharsis, so uh,
thanks, I guess?
7.
Last year I got a promotion. Corner office and everything. We got a new
secretary the other day -- office pool, anyway -- and it happened again.
Hasn't happened in years.
What it is is she's young. That's why. I remain utterly faithful to
Maddie but she just came in, all young and innocent-looking and blonde.
I know why Tom hired her, horny bastard, but she just flicked a switch
or something. Came in tottering on the heels and the skirt and thin
blouse (Agent Provocateur, must've saved up) and I just lost it a little
again.
It's not the sexual part of it, I don't think. I can get porn, I can get
pictures of gorgeous women, Maddie's moved in for a year now and we
spend most nights in bed. It's just, well, I'll never be her, and I've
long past being her age.
And I'll never be her.
Anyway, I'm going to marry Maddie. There. The first time the thought's
been let out of my head.
8.
I married Maddie.
She was, and still is, the most beautiful creature in existence.
I don't think I'll write to you again.
9.
Dear Atnas;
Tomorrow's the operation. Do or die. I figured, if I'm going to die
anyway, might as well give it a shot.
Might as well give you a shot, too.
It's been a wonderful life. Gabby's graduated and found a job for after
she's done with her gap year, Mike says he's much happier being a
teacher than as a lawyer, Jacob's just sent a photo of his youngest over
from Australia. Gutted I haven't been down there, but it's hard on an
old man, and he understands. And I still visit Maddie when I can, leave
her flowers. I miss her dearly, still, but it's been a good life.
I've made peace with a lot of other things too. Quite a few regrets but
they don't matter. I just knew that I had one thing left to do. I had
the young doctor promise, absolutely promise to put this in the tree
when he had time. Even if I don't, y'know, make it.
Remember when I wrote to you the first time? And all the other times
after that? Never went away, never stopped feeling it. I still want to
feel it. But you know what? It's fine, doesn't matter.
I just wanted to say thanks for listening, that's all.
Good luck, old friend. Godspeed.
- N. Walters.
0. Epilogue
"We found the letters inside the tree. It was the damnedest thing, too,
it was a quiet spring night, next morning someone called the council
saying a tree got struck down by lightning. Weirdest thing too, I
thought I saw a flash, or maybe I imagined it.
"Anyway, we get there, it's right outside some young couple's yard, one
of the new houses, and it's just knocked over, the tree collapsed
blocking a bit of the road. No injuries or anything, and the tree didn't
even look burned or charred anywhere. Just like it fell over.
"It gets weirder. We get there, there's the couple, the neighbour called
and looked concerned, but the couple are just confused because there's
this little girl, all pretty and with her ribbons and cute dress and
everything, and she's just kneeling at the tree bawling at the couple
don't really know what to do and all. And we talk to her and tell her we
need to move the tree away and she sniffles and hugs the tree, just goes
up and hugs the damn tree like it was a huge teddy bear or something
then runs away. The dad just came up and shook my hand and they went
inside like he didn't know what was going on either.
"It gets even weirder. We block off the path, get ready to haul the
tree, the front door opens and the little girl comes running out with a
scrap of paper in her hand. I try to stop her but the mother comes out
and just shrugs and says it's her friend. So we listen to the girl and I
put her little note in the hollow of the tree and then they all go
inside again and I shake my head at Chuck wondering what's going on,
although it's cute that the little girl has a tree as a best friend. I
see the little girl waving from her bedroom window, I waved back at her,
although now that I think about it she must've been waving at the darned
tree.
"This is it, right, this is the weirdest part. We're ready, the crane is
prepped, we start to lift it but Chuck messed up and dropped the tree
and the trunk split and there were papers, just papers everywhere, old
crumbling yellowed pieces of things. It exploded and it was like a
blizzard or confetti for an instant, and then a breeze came by, knocked
my hat off, and all the papers were gone, just like that.
"There was just one scrap of paper left in the tree, wedged in the
treehole, and wouldn't you know it, it was the darnedest thing. It was
the little girl's note, and it just said:
'Dear Atnas, thank you. Signed, Nicole Angela Winters.'"
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