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"B" IS FOR GIRL
Chapter 1: "B" Is For Baby
Hello everyone. My name is Beverly. I'm eight years old. I'm a good
little girl now, but I used to be a very naughty little boy. I was so
naughty that my mummy decided to punish me. Mummy said that when I
learned to be a very good little girl, she would let me go back to being
a little boy again. I'm now a good little girl, but I hope to be a very
good little girl one day. Then I can go back to being a boy.
My daddy doesn't live with mummy any more. My mummy found out that daddy
kissed another lady, so mummy told daddy that he could go and live with
the other lady instead. It was good, really, because my daddy wasn't very
nice to me. I was glad when he went to live with the other lady. That
happened when I was five.
I don't know why I was a naughty boy. I just was. I used to throw things
around the house, and shout at the top of my voice. I used to hit mummy
and nip her and pull her hair. Mummy asked me to not be naughty, but I
just kept being naughty. One day Mummy said she'd reached the end of her
tether. I don't know what a tether is, but my mummy has got one.
I was a very naughty little boy at school. I used to slap the girls and
pull their hair. I used to lift their skirts and show their knickers and
it made them cry. I used to slap the boys as well, and kick their
bottoms. And I used to shout at the teachers and call them names. The
teachers were always very cross with me.
I stopped being a very naughty little boy in July 1970, about two months
after my seventh birthday. That's when mummy started to punish me. One
day, when she was still reaching for the end of her tether, she said she
wished I wasn't such a very naughty little boy. She said she wished she
could start all over again with me.
Mummy reached the end of her tether when school broke up for the summer
holidays. She said she was going to start all over again with me. Mummy
painted the little bedroom upstairs with pink paint, and stuck pictures
of fairies on the walls. She said it was going to be my bedroom. I said I
didn't want to sleep in a stupid pink bedroom, because pink is a stupid
girl's colour and I was a boy.
"That's all right, Barry," said mummy. Barry used to be my name when I
was a boy. "That's all right, because from now on you're going to be a
little girl. I don't want to have a very naughty little boy anymore, so
I'm starting all over again with you. From now on your name is Beverly,
and you are a little girl."
Mummy bought a big cot for my new bedroom. "Why is my bed a cot?" I
shouted at mummy. "Cots are for stupid babies, and I'm not a baby!" But
my mummy told me that starting all over again with me meant exactly that.
She said I was going to be her new baby girl during the summer holidays.
She said the only part she was happy to do without was the pain of giving
birth to me.
On the first day of the summer holidays mummy turned me into a baby girl.
She used a razor to shave all of my hair right off. She shaved my
eyebrows right off as well. Then, after mummy had bathed me, she made me
lie down on a big plastic mat. She tied a big cloth nappy around me, and
fastened it with a big safety pin. Then she put a big pair of plastic
knickers on over the top of the nappy. "Babies can't go on the toilet,
Beverly," mummy told me. "So whenever you need to go to the toilet, you
have to peepee and poopoo into your nappy. Then mummy will change it and
put a new nappy on you. The plastic knickers will stop any nasty little
leaks of peepee and poopoo." On top of the nappy she made me wear a pair
of lacy white knickers, which had big frills across the front and the
back.
"Mummy," I said, crying. "Please don't make me wear a nappy. Please don't
make me be a baby girl. I'll be good from now on, I promise." But mummy
told me it was too late. She said I had promised to be good too many
times before, but I had always gone back to being very naughty. Mummy
told me that I would be her baby girl until I went back to school in
September.
Mummy then said it was time for me to go to beddy-bye-byes, even though
it was only seven o'clock. Mummy said all baby girls needed their sleep,
and seven o'clock was my bedtime. She made me wear a pink frilly
nightdress, with a lacy collar and bows down the front. She laid me down
in my cot and told me to go to sleep, like a good baby girl. I cried
myself to sleep that first night.
When I woke up the next day, mummy told me that she had thrown out all my
toys."You won't need them anymore, Beverly, because you are now a little
baby girl." She had thrown out my Action Man, and all my Hot Wheels cars,
and my Lego, and my train set and all my annuals. I was very upset that
all my toys had gone, and I cried and cried.
Mummy took off my pink frilly nightdress. Then she laid me down on the
plastic mat to change my nappy. After mummy had changed my nappy and put
on the plastic knickers, she made me wear a pair of white woollen tights.
The tights itched my legs. Over the top of the tights she made me wear a
clean pair of lacy, frilly knickers. "I've thrown out all your boy
clothes, as well," mummy said. "Cute little girls like you don't wear
nasty boy clothes."
Then mummy showed me a pink lacy dress, with little white bows on the
front and a big white bow on the back. "Beverly," she said, "From now on
you will wear frilly, lacy, girlie baby clothes, because you are a baby
girl. You will wear them every day until you are not a baby anymore."
"No, please, mummy!" I said. "Please don't make me wear girly baby
dresses! Please don't put me in these frilly knickers. I'm a boy, and I'm
seven years old. I'm not a baby girl!" Mummy told me not to be so silly.
She told me I was now a baby girl, and I would look lovely and cute in my
lacy dresses and frilly knickers.
Then she said that I was only six months old, so the only words I could
say were "mama" and "googoo". She told me that she didn't want to hear me
say anything else. Mummy also said that six month old babies were unable
to walk. She told me that I had to lie on my back or on my front, but
never stand up. I shouted at mummy that I wasn't a baby, but mummy said
that if I didn't do what I was told then I would just make things worse
for myself. "Do you understand me, Beverly?" said mummy in a very stern
voice.
I lay down on the floor and said, "Googoo, mama." Then, when I started to
cry again, mummy put a dummy in my mouth. She told me to suck the dummy,
because it would help me to keep quiet, like a good little baby girl. She
put a white elastic headband on my head. The headband had a big pink bow
on it.
"Now, Beverly," said mummy. "Stay there on your back while I make you
something yummy to eat." Mummy went into the kitchen for a few minutes,
and then came back with a little plastic bowl and a plastic spoon. She
picked me up off the floor and sat me on her knee. Then she tied a little
pink bib around my neck. The bib had the words "Mummy's Little Princess"
on it.
"Now, Beverly," said mummy. "Open wide. Here comes din-din!" Mummy used
the spoon to feed me a mash. "This is proper baby food, Beverly," said
mummy. "Specially made for little babies. I want you to eat it all up all
gone." The baby food smelled horrible, and tasted horrible as well. But
mummy made me eat the whole lot. "That's a good girl!" she said, when I
had finished eating.
Mummy had bought a big pram. It had pink wheels and a pink hood to shade
me from the sun. Mummy lifted me up and laid me in the pram. Even though
it was a big pram, I still had to curl up to fit inside it. "I'm going to
take you out in your pram now, Beverly," mummy said. "You are a very
lucky little girl to have a nice pram like this one. Everyone will be
able to see what a lovely little baby girl you are, in your lovely cute
little pink lacy dress and your frilly knickers."
I wanted to ask mummy not to make me go out in the pram wearing a dress
and knickers, but I didn't want to make things worse for myself. Instead
I said "Mama! Mama! Googoo!" But mummy just laughed. Then mummy covered
me with a woolly blanket, and pushed me out of the house in my pram.
Mummy took me to the park. From inside the pram I could only see mummy
and the sky and the tops of the trees going by. Then mummy stopped
pushing. "Look, Beverly," she said, "here's auntie Maureen, coming to see
you."
Auntie Maureen was one of mummy's friends. She was also the mummy of
Nicky and Ronnie, two of the boys in my class at school. When I was a
very naughty little boy I used to kick them both up the bum in the
playground. Auntie Maureen's face suddenly appeared, looking down at me.
She was puzzled at first, then started to smile.
"Maureen," said mummy, "this is Beverly, my new baby girl. You know how
very naughty my son Barry used to be? Well, I've decided that I've had
enough of Barry, so now Beverly has taken his place. Isn't she cute?"
Mummy took the woolly blanket off me, so that Auntie Maureen could see my
pink dress.
"Oh, she's adorable!" said Auntie Maureen. "Can I let the boys see her,
Yvonne?" Mummy said that was quite all right, because she wanted everyone
to see her new little baby girl. "Boys," said Auntie Maureen. "Come and
see auntie Yvonne's new baby girl!"
Please, mummy, I thought, please don't let Nicky and Ronnie see me like
this! But all at once the faces of the two boys were peering into the
pram, looking down at me. Nicky started to laugh. "Hey, Ronnie!" he said.
"It's Barry, dressed up as a little baby girl! He's even sucking a
dummy!"
Ronnie joined in the laughter. "Aw, bless him!" said Ronnie. "In his cute
pink lacy dress and white tights. And he's wearing frilly knickers, too!
Wait until everyone hears about this!"
Mummy replaced the woolly blanket over me. "Now, boys," she said. "This
isn't Barry. Her name is Beverly, and she's only six months old. And she
wears pretty dresses and frilly knickers because that's what all little
baby girls wear."
I started to cry again, and a little pumpy noise came out of my bottom.
Ronnie squealed with laughter when he heard that. "Little baby Beverly
just farted!" he laughed. But I could feel something warm and squishy in
my nappy, and I knew that I had just had a poopoo.
Auntie Maureen leaned in and sniffed. "I think baby Beverly has poo'd in
her nappy." Mummy nodded her head, and told Auntie Maureen that she had
added something called syrup of figs to my baby food. Mummy and Auntie
Maureen laughed a lot about that, and then sat down on a park bench to
talk. Nicky and Ronnie looked at me for a few minutes, hooting with
laughter, and then went away to play football. I lay in my pram, sucking
my dummy. I could feel the warm poopoo squelching around in my nappy. I
started to cry again.
After Mummy and Auntie Maureen had talked for a while, mummy said it was
time to go home. I wished Nicky and Ronnie hadn't seen me, because I knew
they would tell everyone about me. When I went back to school in
September, everyone would laugh at me.
I was baby Beverly for the whole six weeks of the summer holidays. Mummy
bought me new baby toys to play with. She bought me a cuddly teddy bear
and a plastic radio that played "Three Blind Mice" when she wound it up.
I had to wear lacy dresses and white woolly tights all the time. Mummy
made me wear a nappy and white frilly knickers all the time, too. At
bedtime she would take off my dress and tights, and change my nappy, then
put me into my pink frilly nightdress. When I was in my cot, mummy read
fairy stories to me from a book until I fell asleep.
Every day mummy fed me the baby food from the plastic bowl. I poopoo'd
and peepee'd my nappy a lot. Sometimes I lay in my pooey nappy for a long
time before mummy changed it. The poopoo and peepee didn't feel nice, and
sometimes I cried and said "googoo, mama!" Then mummy would change my
nappy. I worked out that mummy would change my nappy quicker if I cried.
Ronnie and Nicky had told their friends about me. Mummy let them all look
at me whenever she took me out in my pram. They all laughed when they saw
me, and said I was such a cute little baby girl. I was laughed at nearly
every day as I lay in my pram wearing my lacy dresses and frilly knickers
and itchy white woolly tights. I felt very small and stupid.
One day, after mummy had changed my nappy and dressed me in a bright
yellow lacy dress and my white woolly tights, she said she had something
to tell me. "Now, Beverly," she said. "You have been such a good baby
girl for mummy in the summer holidays. We've had a lot of fun together,
going for walks in the park and seeing all your friends. But now it's
September, and school starts again next Monday. You'll be in the first
year of junior school. Today is Friday, and it's your last day as a
little baby girl. When you wake up tomorrow you'll be seven years old
again."
"Googoo, mama, googoo!" I said, smiling. "Googoo!"
"Yes, my little princess," mummy said. "I thought that would make you
happy. The thing is, I said you've been a good baby girl. You've been
good, but not very good. And I did tell you that you had to be very good
before you could go back to being a little boy again, didn't I?"
"Mama?"
"Well, Beverly," said mummy, "I've arranged everything with your
headmistress, Mrs Templeton. I do hope you'll be a good little girl when
you go back to school next week."
To be continued...
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