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Alternative Reality 1
Written by Dauphin
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I tried to open my eyes, but had to close them again. Everything was
black. I tried to open my eyes. They were so heavy. I did my best to
keep them open, but the light hurt them. Everything looked so white. I
could see this woman looking down at me saying to wake up. She was
calling me Ashley! My name was Ash. I closed my eyes again. I could
not keep them open.
I closed my eyes again, and I could hear my mom and dad fighting in the
car. I knew they were talking about me. Mom was saying that the school
nurse rang and wanted to meet them the next day. She was talking about
child services and dad was getting mad and madder. He was looking at
mom, trying to calm her down by telling her that they were good
parents. Then I seen metal and glass fly all over the place as dad
drove into a huge oak tree. I remember screaming and the pain as it
felt like I was being torn apart and there was so much pain and noise
of twisted metal, broken glass and screaming.
I opened my eyes and remembered I have been in a car accident with my
parents. I was not in pain, but my body felt so heavy and stiff.
Everything was white around me and I slowly realized that I was in a
hospital. I could see a nurse and then a doctor around me. I also seen
this old fashioned woman looking at me, telling everyone that Ashley
was awake. Why did she keep calling me that? I started to ask where my
mom and dad was? No one would answer. Then I started getting hysteric
telling them I wanted my parents. The doctor said I was not ready yet
and he gave me a shot where everything went black again.
My eyes opened again and I looked around. I was quiet this time as I
did not want to be put to sleep again. My grandmother was saying that
she did not know how much I could understand. I think I was a bit
drugged, as she kept on calling me a girl. I was a boy. I just looked
around and waited and waited for the drugs to wear off.
The woman told me she was my grandmother and I would be living with her
from now on. I looked at her confused and told her that I wanted my
mother and father. She took my hand and told me my family was in a car
accident and I was the only survivor. I was in shock and in grief as I
realized that this meant that my mom and dad were now dead. I was an
orphan. My grandmother told me she was there, and it was good to cry. I
just looked up at the ceiling and as tears were running down my cheeks,
I was remembering my parents, and how they were fighting before they
died. I cried thinking they were the best parents a boy could ever
want. The rest of the day was quiet in the hospital, despite my
grandmother telling me that she would take care of me. I closed my eyes
as I had no tears left. What would life be like with no parents. What
was my grandmother like? When will the grief I felt in my heart not
hurts so much?
The next few days, I just was in bed recovering. Hospital food was not
that bad and I had my own room. My grandmother was there all the time.
She fussed around a lot, making sure everything was tidy and making
sure I got my medicine on time. She was a strict woman. I wonder why I
never met her before. Did she not like my parents?
I asked grandma if I could wear a pj, and not this gown. She told me I
was wearing a nightdress. I nearly vomited when she said that, and told
her I was no sissy. She looked at me in a stern way and told me we
would talk about it later. I gave her my worse look and I must have
blushed so much everytime a doctor or nurse came into the room. I hid
under the covers and did not want them to see me in a girls night
dress.
The next day, this woman came in and sat down on a chair next to me.
She was a psychiatrist at the hospital. I sighed as I thought she would
be talking about my dea parents. However, she looked at my file and
whispered to hersehf where should she start? She asked me was 8 years
old, and I nodded. Then she said I have a lot to deal with. I already
knew that my parents was in heaven and I now had to live with my aunt.
I nodded again.
"I do not know how to say this," she continued, "in all my years, I
have never seen a case like this. You were a son for your parents, and
they treated you in every way like a son. I know they loved you and
took great care of you. However, you were not born a son. You were born
as their daughter...."
I started to explain I didn't want this night dress on, and that I was
a boy. The shrink explained that for some reason, my parents were
raising me as a boy. This was despite the fact that I had a girls body.
She then showed me a picture of a naked boy and a naked girl. I was in
shock. I once seen Billys boys thing and asked mom why I didn't have
one, Mom said it will grow when I was ready. I believed her! Now I was
being told I had a girls body!
Granny told the woman that dad could not deal with girls, as he simply
did not know how to take care of them. They treated me like a tom boy
and in time, they considered me to a boy and I was basically raised as
a boy. I felt so stupid that I never questioned my body before. My head
felt very light as the fact that I was a girl was bouncing aroun in it.
It was suddenly hard to breathe and my whole body was in turmoil. The
shrink said I was having an anxiety attack. I wante to cry and I wanted
to scream, but I couldn't eve breathe. I was given a tablet to relax
like I was on a fluffy cloud.
When I was myself again, and after crying for a long time, Granny told
me we were going home the next day. I looked at her and told her that I
could have the body of a girl, but I only ever lived as a boy. My mind
was that of a boy. This made granny mad. She said the good Lord created
me as a girl, and I will always be a girl. She held my hand very tight
and warned me I should now consider myself a girl, if I was to be happy
living with her. I was afraid of the woman and shut my mouth.
The next day, grandma started putting clothes on me. They were panties,
tights, a small skirt and a tube top. She told me I would not be
getting a haircut for a long time. I looked in the mirror. I looked
like a sissy. Everyone could see my belly and the skirt was so small. I
tried to pull it down but it I had to conclude that it was short.
Granny had a smile on her face and said that I looked so pretty. It was
time to go. As we went out of the hospital and in public, everyone was
saying how pretty I was. I started to suck my thumb, so no one would
see me cry.
Granny lived in an old house that also smelled old. She showed me my
bedroom which nearly blinded me. It was so pink and white. The bed was
an old fashioned canopy bed with purple curtains. The floor was a thick
pink carpet. The walls were white with posters of puppies, kittens and
Disney princesses. The roof was sparkling stars. The room was cute. It
was too cute. It was a girls bedroom. Granny told me she hoped I liked
it. She called me Ashley again. She told me none of my old things were
here, and she even bought me new clothes. I opened the dressers and
wardrobe. Dresses, skirts, tops, and every sort of girl shoe you can
buy. There were no boy clothes. I could feel my anxiety again and I
kicked a dollhouse and screamed my name was Ash and I did not want to
be a girl!
Aunty got very mad at me, and told me I was a girl and I had to accept
it. God made me a girl. My parents fooled around with creation. She
stormed out of my new bedroom and warned me to think about what I will
do, or life would be very sad from now on. I could hear her mumbling
that how could anyone treat a girl like a boy?
I looked around and ripped off my girl clothes and just sat there
naked. I wanted to scream and cry, but I had no tears left. I started
to think of what I wanted. This was easy. I wanted my mom and dad back.
I wanted my old clothes and toys. I wanted my old name. All this was
not possible, and when I looked down at my body, it confirmed that I
was born as a girl. This confused me, as I had a girls body, but I felt
like a boy. I looked in the mirror and felt so empty inside when I seen
a girls slit on my body. Should I fight God and the way he created me?
I had to accept that I was a girl. Otherwise my life would be hell.
The next day, I found a Sundays dress put out for me. It was a yellow
dress that was very puffy and had a green ribbon. The dress also had a
lace collar. There were also ankle socks and sandals. I looked in the
mirror and went down and presented my self to my granny. She smiled and
told me it was good that I accepted who I was. I put on a weak polite
smile. I hoped this made her happy. She looked up and down and then
said I needed one more change. She cut the fringe of my hair and put a
flower in my hair. It was long for a boy. But now the fringe was
straight down, making me look more like a boy.Granny told me that would
have to do, but I could use hair extentions until my hair grew plus
earrings.
On the way to church, she told me she was happy that I seen the light.
After all I was only 8 years old, so I was not old enough or mature
enough to see reality. She told me I was lucky I was going to live in a
new town, as no one would know I was treated like a boy. She smiled and
said everyone would see the true me. She was speaking all the way to
church, saying we should give thanks to God that my identity was saved.
I didn't listen to much of what the priest said. I was thinking of
living in a new place. I missed my old friends! Besides that it was
hard remembering how a girl should act. I found out when I was sitting
on a bench outside that it was important to keep my legs together. This
old creepy man was staring up my dress at my panties. I felt so
embarrassed that he was doing that. Granny seen it and told me to close
my legs. She said it like it was my own fault!
When we got home, I was going to hide in my bedroom and remember the
old days. I didn't get permission to do this, as granny gave me a
duster and told me I could help with housework. Walking around the
house and dusting the old furniture was fun. Its like I was wiping 100
years of dust from the things. I tried to be funny and dust granny.
After all she was just as old as the furniture. The woman did not have
humour. She just told me to continue doing my duty and do not get my
dress dirty.
That night, she was reading me a story about a princess and a fairy. I
tried to pay attention, but the story was just too cute. I close my
eyes and imagined spider man. Then I started to feel anxiety and opened
them again remembering I promised to myself to adopt to the new
changes. She finally finished the story but then said that I would be
starting ballet next day.
What has my life become?
Ballet was a nightmare. I went after school and was in a changing room
with other girls. They were friendly with me, especially when I said I
never tried before. I put the leotard and tights and slippers on and it
felt like it was glued to my skin. I tried not to hate it, but I did.
When I went to the dancing room, I felt so naked. Then we all had to
stand by a bar and then do what the lady told us. I couldn't see that
we were dancing so much, it was just lifting legs a folding them and
stretching. I know the class was for 45 mins, and wondered how slow 45
minutes could go. It was like the time was broken.
When ballet was over I was so happy. However I would have to go through
it all in again in a week. I asked granny do u have to do ballet and
she said yes!
As every day went by I was becog more and more depressed about my boy
and the fact that granny wanted me as some princess. I did honestly try
and accept it, but how could I just forget what my life was until now.
My mind would simply not accept that I was a girl. I was in a conflict.
A girls body and a granny that wanted me to be a girl This was easier
said that done. I am a boy.. a boy with the wrong body! I was not going
to tell granny as she would just get mad and I was afraid everyome she
got mad.
So the next time I had ballet, I told granny that I would go after
school and then I would cycle home. She was smiling saying that it
great I was so excited about going to ballet. I was excited, but it was
for a different reason.
After school I went on my bike and cyckled towards ballet. However I
cycled by it. I peddled so fast that an my heart was beating so fast. I
had jeans on and a white tshirt. They were girl clothes, but they could
also be worn by boys. I cycled and cycled thinking that I was free. It
was to another part of town. I was never here before, but I found some
boys playing basketball in an old parking lot. I got off my bike and
walked towards them. I had a smile on my face and I felt like myself
again.
There were 7 boys, so I asked them if I could play. One of the boys
looked at me and said he did not want a sissy to play. Another boy said
I was not a sissy, I was a girl. I then had to admit that they
considered my clothes to be girlish. I went up to them and took the
ball ad dribbled the ball telling them to come and take it from me if
they wanted to. They could not take it away from me. For the next 45
minutes, we played. It was the first time that I had so much fun in
weeks! Before I went, I told them that my name was ash, and I was
nearly 9 years old. They told me I was great for only being 8 years
old. They invited me back!
So the next few weeks, I did my best to be a good well behaved girl at
home. This is despite I had to wear the girlish clothes and live as
someone who liked everything to be pretty and cute. I had to survive
pretending to be someone I was not. I had to be overjoyed that my hair
was getting longer and longer. It no longer was a boys hairstyle. This
being said, the happiest time of the week when I was Ash playing
basketball once a week. They considered me a sissy, but at least a
sissy is a boy! This escape once a week was when I smiled the most.
This was until one day we were playing basketball. It was a very hot
day, so we all had our tshirts off. It was not like that I had any
boobs. It was a 16 days until I was 9 years, I was as flat as could be.
The simple act of taking off a t-shirt was total freedom. I was Ash,
not Ashley!
That was until I heard a loud voice calling Ashleys name!
It was granny. She must have followed me. She told me to come to her. I
walked slowly with my head low. She told my friends there that they
should be ashamed, as they were comfortable being with a girl without a
tshirt. I never felt so humiliated in my life as I heard the boys
whisper and ask themselves was I really a girl?
On our way home, she stopped at one of her friends. Granny said nothing
at all until now. She told me her friend was retired but promised to do
this. I wondered what she would do, but was only told to sit down.
Before I knew it, my ears were pierced and I had two earrings in them.
Granny told me that they will always remind me who I was and I would
not deceive myself or others anymore. She told me I would be starting
at an all girl boarding school that was strict and would teach me how
to be a lady! I cried and cried, and begged grandmother not to send me
there. I would promise to forget everything about being a boy.
She did not believe me, and when I was in bed that night, I did not
believe myself either. I tried being a girl. I did not feel like one.
Now my granny was going to send me to a boarding school where I would
learn how to be a princess and if I refused, I who knows what would
happen.
Did granny love me? Would she only love me if I was a girl? Would she
not love me when I knew I was a boy. One thing was certain for me. My
life was going to be full of tears and unhappiness and torment.
Late at night, I didn't take any clothes with me. I sneaked out of the
house and snuck out of the house.
The next day, granny would find out that I ran away.
To be continued.
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