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The Boy in the Commercial
By Dauphin
Clint and I were best of friends, and have been best friends all our
lives. We have a special connection as we were born the same day eleven
years ago. So why was I standing in the middle of a shop and pointing my
finger at him and laughing at him? The reason was that I heard him tell
his mum that he wanted the frilly plastic panties. I looked in the
shopping basket and could see he had frilly panties, as well as diapers
and I even saw tights. I never laughed so much as I knew they must have
been for him as he had no sister. I shouted that I did not know he was a
baby sissy! Mum was embarrassed by my outburst and dragged me away.
When I came home, I got the speech that if I had nothing nice to say, I
should not say anything. I tried telling her that it was strange that he
had diapers and tights. Mum did not want to hear more, she told me to go
to bed and think of how mean I was.
When I was in my room, I heard my mother speak on the phone with Clint's
mother. She felt bad about what happened today at the shop. After some
silence, she said that she heard some children have some problems, and
despite diapers being embarrassing, they were necessary. She mentioned
that after more silence that tights were a good solution if he wanted to
be warm. Then I heard mum saying that it is her that should apologise. I
had no right to tease Clint because he was different. She did not
understand why I was so mean; after all, we were the best of friends.
I was in bed thinking it was bad that mum had to apologise to me. When I
closed my eyes, I saw Clint crying after I laughed and teased him. This
was not what a good friend should do. Maybe he wet the bed and maybe he
was a sissy, but he was my friend and the best friend that I could ever
have. I felt so evil when I remembered how I treated him. I went to the
family room and snuggled against mum and cried telling her I do not know
what to do. Mom whispered and said I hurt him, and even though it was not
my intention to hurt him, I should speak with him the next day and
apologise. Mom also reminded me that she would pick me up at school as we
had to buy more clothes. She smiled and said I was a growing boy!
The next day, when I came to school, it felt like I was walking in the
hallway alone. None of my friends would say hi to me. It was like I was
invisible. I found Clint and gave him the apology speech I was planning
all night. He just walked away. I was left alone confused and feeling
sorry for myself. This girl in my class came up and hit me telling me that
I was mean teasing my best friend. She didn't know what I teased him about
but said no one thought I was a good friend. Now I knew why I was being
avoided by everyone.
It didn't help that the teacher was telling us that what the world needs
is people to treat each other better. He told us it's a fact that most
religions have a golden rule that we should treat others as we would like
to be treated. Everyone was looking at me which made me look down in
forgiveness. Was forgiveness not just as important? The teacher had a
Bible in his hand and slammed it on my desk that sounded like a thunder.
He told us that in olden days, people believed that God cursed people that
did something wrong. Luckily the school bell rang, but on the way out a
girl called Amber asked me did I not hear how the Bible sounded like
thunder on my desk? She said I must be cursed.
I didn't have time to remember, as mum was waiting for me to get some
clothes. As we drove to the store, she asked how school went. I told her
everything and told her I was hated because a mistake I was done and I
could not even say I was sorry. Mom sighed and assured me it will be over
soon, as the others were just protecting and supporting Clint. Things
would be easier as classmates know who I am and would see this as a
mistake.
We picked out a lot of clothes for the summer. This was great as at least
I would look good. The last thing we bought was some shorts. Mom asked me
to go to the changing room and try them on. I sighed as I went in and
closed the curtains and changed the shorts. As I was changing them, I was
getting very emotional. I wanted to cry because I didn't want to lose
Clint as a friend. I also wanted to scream and telling everyone that I
couldn't help laughing at him. I mean he is 11 years old and he wore
diapers and tights. I didn't mean to insult him. It was just a reaction.
People should lighten up. You would have thought I done something serious.
The teacher's words came into my head that we should treat others as we
want to be treated. The emotions became too much for me, as my legs became
jelly and I sat on a small seat in the changing room. I was crying for
help as the changing room was spinning around me.
This seemed like it lasted for hours. I heard my mother ask if I was done.
I slowly told her that they fit. She peeked in and agreed. I then got my
other clothes on and walked out. I looked around and was so confused.
Suddenly I was on the girl's side. It was the girls changing room! I asked
what I was doing here. Mum did not answer and told me that we should go. I
tried asking her again how I went into the boys changing room and came out
of the girls one? Mum didn't answer as Amber was there and asked what I
was doing in the girl's department. I mumbled that we were going home. She
smiled and said we all had secrets, whatever she meant by that.
On the way out of the mall, we were stopped by a boy who was about 9 years
old he said, "it's you!" and asked me for my autograph. He had a notebook.
At first, I thought it was a joke but then said I was not famous. I
scribbled my name on the piece of paper. He was so happy. Mum and I walked
on and she told me that he must have seen me in the school play.
That night, I prayed to God that the next day would be better.
When I came to school the next day, I found out that it would not be a
better day. People were not mad at me, however, they were laughing today.
As I walked through the hallway, they were pointing, whispering and
laughing. I tried putting a hand up to my hair to see if it was brushed. I
also looked to make sure I put my pants on. I could not understand why
they were laughing at me. It is hard walking by people who are laughing at
you. It is worse when you do not know why. Amber came up and told me I was
such a hypocrite.
At lunchtime, I felt like crying as I sat in a corner of the playground.
Clint sat beside me and said he wanted to be my friend and I was forgiven.
He told me he had a secret. He wet the bed and that's why he wore diapers.
I gave him a hug and told him I was sorry. He told me there was more. He
said sometimes he felt like a girl and was allowed to dress as a girl at
home. This shocked me, as it meant my best friend was one of those
sissies. I was silent and looked ahead. Deep down I was thinking that
being a sissy was against the will of God. If we were meant to be a girl,
we would have got a girl's body.
I did not tease him or say anything. The last few days taught me to
respect him. He looked at me and asked why I teased him for diapers when I
did that advertisement. Silence followed and ended with me by asking what
advertisement? He rummaged through his bag and took out the latest "We
Young" magazine. It had an advertisement. of a boy standing next to his
bed naked except for a diaper on him. That boy looked just like me! He
could be an identical twin. I tried explaining to Clint that that was not
me. He just laughed and pointed at the small birthmark on my arm that
looked like a heart. I started feeling anxiety as I could see the diaper
boy had the same birthmark.
After School, I hid at home watching TV. Now I understood why everyone
thought I was a hypocrite. They thought that boy in the advertisement was
me. I was watching some cartoons while I tried to figure out how I would
convince the school that it was not me. It didn't help when a commercial
came on TV that showed the half-naked boy in his room telling his mum that
bedwetting didn't worry him as much, as he had these diapers. It was
amazing that he looked totally like me. He even had my voice!
Mum told me it was time to get ready for bed. I told her I would later.
This got her mad as she said she could not wait all night. I did not
understand as I could get myself ready for bed. She was getting more
frustrated, so I walked into my room to see what was happening. She told
me to lie on the bed so we could quickly do this. I started to protest and
then she got extremely mad. I knew I best lay on the bed. I was so
embarrassed when she took off my clothes. I then saw her hold a diaper and
quickly shouted that I was 11 and did not wet the bed. She told me to hush
and started putting the diaper on me. I cried telling her I did not wear
diapers and besides, it was a girl's diaper, as it had fairies on it. She
put a pacifier in my mouth as I continued to cry and tell her that Clint
and I were now friends. It was him that wet the bed.
When I was in bed, I wondered why I did not spit the pacifier out. What
was happening? All this was too weird to understand.
The next day, people were a bit better. Some spoke with me and some even
said I was brave for doing that commercial. I tried telling them that it
was not me, but that was a waste of time. The school was nearly normal
until lunch time when I tried fishing in my school bag for my lunch box.
When I took it out I heard everyone laugh. I looked down and wanted to die
as I saw a diaper and pacifier on the floor. Did my mum put those in the
bag? Everyone was calling me pee pants and diaper boy. They asked me what
right I had teasing Clint the other day. I was by now in tears as I told
them Clint and I was now friends.
Things should have got better after lunch, as we had gym. While we were
taking off our clothes, the other boys asked did I need a changing table
or my mum to help me change the diaper. I pulled down my pants in defiance
and stood there as proud as I could know I was not wearing a diaper. Again
there was silence and then the room was full of laughter. I then looked in
the mirror and could see I was not wearing briefs. They were panties!
Yes! They were pink ones with hello kitty on them and a ribbon in the
front. While I was being teased and laughed at, I put my trousers and ran
home.
I sat all day and evening in my room feeling sorry for myself. Why were
all these strange things happening to me? I was suddenly in a commercial
nearly naked with a diaper on, then I suddenly wear diapers to bed and now
girl panties! Was I being cursed? It was before bed when I cried again. I
put a pacifier in my mouth.
Clint tried to ring to me several times, but I did not answer. Then he
sent me a text message stating that I was on TV. I turned on the TV
expecting to see the commercial. It wasn't. It was an interview with me or
the boy that looked like me. I was so confused that I could not see the
difference. The boy was talking how fun doing the commercial was. He said
it was hard suddenly that everyone knew me and I was suddenly famous.
However, he had his mum and his best friend Clint to keep him from getting
a bloated head.
Clint... best friend... this boy was me! Why do I not even remember doing
the commercial?
The interviewer asked about my preferred style and I watched myself
saying, "Now my hair is growing and I want it very long. The problem I
have is more than bedwetting. I also am transgendered. That is why mum
puts girl diapers on me. I feel like I am a girl inside. I have a boy's
body, but a girl's soul. I want to look more and more like a girl and be
treated like a girl. I want to be considered a girl. This is why I got my
ears pierced today."
I sat in shock. I sounded exactly like Clint when he told me he was a
sissy. I also remember myself thinking that sissies were weird. I put my
hand up to my ears and felt the earrings. My heart was pounding more and
more. This boy in the commercial was either me or taking over my body.
After mum put the diaper on me, I cried myself to sleep not knowing what
was happening in my life.
I didn't want to go to school the next day. I was afraid they would all
tease and bully me over the interview. However, I could not lock myself in
my room all day. Clint gave me a hug when he saw me. He said we were
alike, but I was braver, as I told the world. I was an inspiration to him
and many others that were transgendered. In fact, everyone at school was
so nice to me. Some said I was a good role model. They suddenly forgot
about me teasing Clint and considered me a role model! The problem is that
I had no control over what the boy on TV said or done.
When I came home, mum was in an excited mood. She told me she saw the
interview and wanted to support me. My bedroom was the same, but the boy
sheets were now girl sheets, and I had girlish posters and fluffy
curtains. All the boy clothes were thrown out and replaced by girl
clothes. I have never seen so many frilly clothes in all my life or so
many dresses.
I didn't know what to think or say. Later I cuddled with mum on the sofa
wearing a light pastel nightdress and a diaper. I told her to thank you.
She told me I would be seeing a doctor the next day... so no school.
When I was trying to sleep, I was so confused. I decided not to fight what
was happening, but accept it, so it did not become worse.
The next day, I was wearing a crop top and a skirt and panties, as well as
ankle socks and sandals. We were sitting in the doctor's office. I could
hear a boy a bit older than me whisper to his mum that I was the boy from
the commercial. His mum smiled and told her son that I was a girl, not the
boy from TV. The older boy whispered that he could see the bulge in my
panties... a bulge that girls do not have. I was now blushing thinking
that lesson number one as a girl is to keep legs together when you are
wearing a skirt.
I was confused when I was speaking with the doctors. He was explaining how
my body would transition from being a boy's body to a girl's body. I
didn't understand a lot, except he gave me a shot that hurt a lot! He said
it was a blocker shot and stopped by boy hormones. In other words, I would
no longer develop as a boy. He explained that in a year's time, I would be
getting female hormones, so I could get boobs and my voice wouldn't
change. I was no longer a boy and was now on my way to becoming a girl.
The agency rang and asked would I like to be a model for some girls
swimming outfits? I was a bit surprised that it just did not happen. Maybe
since I accepted things now, I was not being forced to do them. I
explained to the agent that a lot was happening in my life and I was not
ready for the model job yet. He was disappointed and promised he would
ring back.
I was now living as a girl. Mommy treated me like a little princess and I
had lots of friends at school. I liked the fact that I had a variety of
clothes I could pick from. They were not the dullish clothes that boys
wear. They were bright and pretty. Not only did they feel good, they made
me look pretty. I don't care what people say. But panties and tights felt
so nice and were a perfect start to every day.
I was accepted at school as a girl and I started playing with girls more
and more and began to think what they talked about was so much more
interesting. However, there was one boy that could not accept it. His name
was Martin. He kept calling me weird and a sissy. I tried to ignore him. I
never liked when I saw him coming as he never had anything good to say.
One day he came up to me and called me a misfit and weird. He told me I
was not a girl, but a sissy boy and in the middle of the playground he
pulled down my leggings and my panties and reminded people that I had a
penis. I collapsed to the ground and cried.
This humiliation affected me for some time, as when all this started, I
was happy being a boy and never ever considered being a girl. My male
organ reminded me of that I was happy as a boy and it was only because of
that boy in the commercial and the interview telling the whole world I
felt like a girl that I accepted being a girl and who I am now. The good
thing is the boy from the commercial is gone. I can decide what I want to
do. I never planned to be a girl, but now that I lived as a girl, I was
never as happy as I was now. I was very lucky to get the support of family
and friends at school. That was the main thing. I was happy and I knew I
was now a girl. People saw me as a girl.
I said yes to the swimming outfit's ad. This time it was me deciding and
it was fun being a model.
I went to a priest and told him the story you just heard. I asked him was
I cursed or what happened. He told me I was a happy girl, so it couldn't
be a curse. He told me it sounded like another world dimension conflicted
with ours. He said maybe I done the commercial but did not remember. The
main thing is that I was not being haunted anymore and I was a happy girl
blessed with a good life.
He was right. I can't control the past, but I can look forward to the
future.
This boy stopped me outside the church and asked me for my autograph. He
said I was his idol as I inspired him!
Then I met Clint. He was wearing a dress. He told me I gave him the
courage to be a girl full time. I hugged him and suggested we go and look
at the girl's section at the department store.
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