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A Dream of Acceptance
I started to cry with an emotion I never felt before. I thought it would
take the whole month to change. That I would have a bit more time to
adjust, but now it was done. There was nothing left of the boy I had once
been. I shivered uncontrollably as fear and joy rocked me to the very
core of my being. I slowly started to cry harder as my head spun with
sixteen years of fear. Sixteen years of boyhood that could never be
gotten back. I cried in almost a wail of anguish as the boy I was, was
now dead. Like Robin my sister, had been the boy and had suddenly died in
my arms. Abigail held me as best as she could, but my pain broke her. As
much as she wanted to hold me and comfort me, it had been too soon since
her own change to be able to handle the emotional roller coaster we were
now sharing. I didn't hear the pounding on the door, but it was an escape
that Abigail took as she leaped to the door and opened it before pushing
past my father in all her nakedness. He did the only thing he could do.
He rushed over to me and wrapped his arms around me and held me until my
mind shut down to force me to sleep.
I began to dream instantly. I found myself not in a black empty void, but
on a meadow perfectly flat for as far as you could see. The short thick
dark green grass tickled my feet. The softness gave me goosebumps. The
slight breeze took hold of my black hair that reached all the way to my
ankles. It rustled my hair as well as the grass and I faced into the wind
as it picked up for a long moment, as if someone inhaled. The wind died
and slowly reversed just like an exhale. Now my hair was blowing around
me caressing my skin comforting me holding me in a way that no one could.
The wind had turned me to see a large tree, a maple tree with its strong
branches spread out in all its glory the noise of the leaves rustling was
a storm of sound that crashed around my ears before settling into a gentle
rustle. I heard a squeaking noise that disturb this peaceful meadow. I
took my first step to see a boy on a swing. His giggle made me jump and a
small smile grew on my feminine face. He giggled happily as he swung back
and forth. The boy was me when I was younger maybe five or six. The
childlike joy I yearned to feel again surrounded the boy as he giggled.
Not a worry in the world did he have. This I was jealous of instantly,
but my joy I had in watching him was greater. I wondered if this boy
could be not me but my child. I looked down at my breasts as I inhaled
and exhaled and they felt right. I moved my gaze to my stomach and placed
a hand there like women do when they know they are pregnant. My eyes
landed on the small covering of hair concealing the Mons of my sex.
I looked at the boy again and he had stopped swinging. His joy still held
on his face and through his smile. His smile carried the impression that
he was ready to laugh at any moment. Then he jumped from the swing. I
and he were naked yet neither felt wrong or out of place. I then spotted
a touch of blue floating in the wind and followed it until it landed
around the boy's feet. He giggled as it tickled his legs and slowly bent
down and picked up a dress. The blue frilly dress slid around his body as
if it was growing up his legs and over his hips and stomach. The boy sent
his arms into the puffed shoulders and down the long sleeves. He looked
up and smiled. A boy in a pretty blue dress.
It was a mark of girlhood yet vibrated boy at the same time. The boy
twirled which flared out the dress wide. Blue seemed to fly off the dress
directly at me. His dress slimmed down give the impression of what Tinker
Bell would wear. Now I felt the smooth silky fabric of a dress that
matched the boy's original dress perfectly. The boy waved at meas he took
notice of me for the first time. Then he ran away. I found myself
chasing after him and no matter how fast I ran he was faster. I ran until
my my chest burned and my legs wobbled. I ran and ran until he was no
bigger than a speck on the horizon. I stopped and sat down on the swing.
All my running and I couldn't catch the boy I wanted to be, I would never
leave the place I was at.
I laughed as I sat there as I had the dress and I was on the swing. I was
a girl, but I felt that boy was inside me. So I began to swing. The
innocent joy the boy felt was a distant memory, but I felt a different
type of joy. One of maturity. One that told me it was okay. That I could
be both girl and boy at the same time. That the boy was not dead, just as
I wasn't dead. It was a comfort I latched on to. A tool to cope, and one
that my shattered mind latched on to, to heal. I turned the page into
womanhood, and faded deeper into sleep.
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