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Prologue Paul Femrite was going crazy. He looked everywhere but couldn't find a bottle of beer anywhere in the house. At nineteen years old, Paul was already an alcoholic. It ran in his family. No one knew he was drinking though. He had to hide it from everyone. Not only because of the family alcoholism, but because he wasn't old enough to drink any alcohol at all. His hidden stash had run out which made him desperate. The problem was that he was stuck in the house watching his two year old sister Cherie. Cherie was a cute little thing, always dressed in colorful outfits. Cherie owned more dresses than the average two year old. She had three brothers (Paul was the oldest) and when Paul's mother, Lea finally had a girl she over indulged on the girlish things: dresses, dolls, pink walls and furniture in her room. Lea even sub- consciously limited Cherie's exposure to Cinderella since she wore a blue dress and Lea had had enough of blue things. Everybody loved Cherie. After a while, Paul decided he couldn't take it anymore. He had to go out and get something to drink. He couldn't leave Cherie alone of course, so he would take her with him. "Come-on sweetie, we're going to go for a ride," Paul told her. "OK, let me get Brabra," Cherie replied referring to her stuffed zebra which she called Brabra since when she got him she couldn't pronounce zebra. They looked around for Brabra but she was no where to be found. Cherie was always leaving her somewhere and then forgetting where she was. Soon Paul had enough. "Maybe she is in the car?" Paul suggested. He took the car seat out of the garage and took it with him to the car. But Brabra wasn't there as he knew. When he got Cherie into the car, he made her sit in the car seat. She fussed so much he didn't fasten her in properly. The drive to pick up beer was uneventful. But the drive back, once he had a beer in his hand was tragic. Paul lost control while driving and veered into oncoming traffic. There was a head-on collision.. Cherie's car seat was thrown around the car and landed on the floor. Paul hit his head during the crash knocking him unconscious. Chapter 1. Lea and her husband Randy were at the hospital immediately after hearing about the accident. It took some time to locate them, but as soon as they heard, they were there as soon as possible. They were told that it was very serious and that both their children were in surgery. They had to perform the operation without consent as it was an emergency situation. All that could be done was being done and that the doctor would let them know what happened as soon as the surgery was over. The Femrite's paced nervously hoping for the best. "What was he doing in the car with her? He was just supposed to watch her?" Lea asked rhetorically. "I don't know? We may never know," Randy told her. He wanted to comfort his wife, but he was in just as much shock as she was. They could lose both their children at once. The police told them what they knew and that alcohol was involved in the accident. After many hours of waiting, the doctor finally came out and talked to the Femrite's. "Well how are they?" Lea excitedly asked. "It was very difficult, we tried very hard but only one survived," the doctor said trying to keep a professional demeanor. "Which one?" "I want to say that the one who is gone, gave their life for the one who lived." "Which one?" "Cherie." "And what did you mean gave their life." "Well when they arrived, both were in very bad shape. Paul has a very serious head injury and Cherie had multiple internal injuries. With her small body, she wasn't going to make it. But when we looked at Paul we found him brain dead. We couldn't reach you and we knew you would want to save at least one of them. So we put Cherie's brain inside Paul's body. It may look like Paul, but that is Cherie. We've had to induce a coma so her body can heal. But I think she'll come out of this in time. Then she'll have to grow up just like any other normal toddler." Neither Lea nor Randy could believe what they were hearing. Paul is dead, but Cherie had his body. "You did what?" Lea finally exclaimed. "I saved Cherie by transplanting her brain into Paul's body. Paul gave up his life for his little sister. In a way they are both still alive. But when you see her remember that is really Cherie." "Can we see her?" "Yes you can but she is in a coma. We think coma patients can hear what is going on. IT IS VERY IMPORTANT THAT YOU REFER TO HER AS CHERIE AND A SHE, despite she looking like Paul. You mustn't confuse her. This would be hard on anyone but especially a toddler." The doctor raised his voice for emphasis. "OK, I want to see her now!" "She's in recovery. Her head is heavily bandaged of course and she is in a coma. But I think she'll be fine." Lea and Paul were led into the room. They saw their son lying on a bed. His head was as the doctor said heavily bandaged. He was bruised all over with several IVs connected to his arms. He wore a pink hospital gown and was covered to his chest in a white sheet. Lea ran towards him. The doctor called again, "Remember that is Cherie, You mustn't confuse her, even while she is asleep." Lea put Paul's hand in her own (the one which wasn't attached to the IV and started to talk to him. "Cherie mommy's here. You're going to be alright. I love you sweetie." Randy looked at his son, but he knew it was really his daughter. He was conflicted as to how to treat him. He wanted to be strong for him like he was a man, but also gentle because he knew he was still a little girl. Randy forced himself to do as the doctor said and call Paul his 'Little Princess.' After a few minutes, the doctor ushered them out of the room. "She needs her rest. Besides I wanted to talk to you. It'll be a long road to recovery. I don't think there is any real brain damage, but despite how she looks, she is still two. She isn't out of diapers yet, is she?" "No." "Well she'll still have to learn her ABCs and everything else, she may look nineteen, but she is two. Her new body will be confusing for her, but we have one thing in our favor." "What is that?" "That she is two, she doesn't know that she can't just wake up as someone else. Children like to pretend. But for this not to be a shock to her, you have to treat her in all ways as you always have. You can't start calling her 'he'. You can't call her 'Paul'. You have to firmly entrench her in her old life in every way. It would be best if you over exaggerate that she is a girl and a toddler." "What do you mean?' "Obviously she's going to be in diapers, but make sure they look like girl's diapers. You should keep her in dresses and pretty girlie things, avoid plain t-shirts or pants. Stay away from even the unisex items if you can. She has to be convinced she is still Cherie or the confusion will be detrimental." "I see." "Also she is a toddler, don't expect her to be reading in a couple weeks and then doing everything that a teenager would do. She is hardly more than a baby, even if she says she is not. Treat her like one. You must be strict. I know it might be hard. But you have to remember she is a little girl. The clothing will help remind you. But you mustn't forget." "We'll do our best." "Finally, are there some things from home that she really likes? I want you to bring them here. The more normal we can make this the better it'll be for her." "Well there is her favorite stuffed zebra." "OK, bring it with you and anything else you can remember. She'll be in a coma for a week and then a couple more days in the hospital. Then you can bring her home. In the meantime, make her room appropriate for a toddler her new size and strength. But remember try to keep it as close to as it had been as possible. And buy her some new clothes. Nothing of the old Paul can be used." "We'll do it." "One more thing. I want to move Cherie from the hospital and bring her to a special children's nursing facility. She is out of danger and she'll get better care there. I am affiliated with the place and will oversee her care," the doctor said. "Are you sure it's the right place." "I am. What she needs most is rest and that will be the perfect place for her." "Whatever you think is best." The doctor left and the Femrite's rejoined their 'daughter' in her room. They purposefully called her 'Cherie' at every opportunity. Chapter 2: Lea brought several items from Cherie's room. They brought her favorite stuffed animal, a zebra. Cherie named it Brabra from a time when she couldn't pronounce the 'Z' in zebra. They also brought the blanket that used to be in her crib before she was allowed to sleep in her own bed. There was also a decal that hung on the wall in her room. Cherie was still hooked to IVs and monitors but the room was very different than a hospital room. It was like a typical toddler's bedroom. The walls were painted a pale shade of peach. The bed had a large pastel green and pink comforter and many matching pillows by the headboard. Most of the furniture was white, but the lamp and the other accents of the room were pastels to match the comforter and pillows. On the walls were bright posters with the alphabet and brightly colored pictures. On the bed, Cherie looked like she was sleeping peacefully. Only the IVs gave an indication that she wasn't simply sleeping. Lea put Cherie's baby blanket over her comforter and slipped her stuffed Zebra under her arm. Cherie didn't stir. Finally, Lea taped one of the wall decals from Cherie's room directly in front of her bed so it would be the first thing she saw if she woke up unexpectedly. The doctor assured her that wouldn't happen, but Lea felt better having it where Cherie could see it. As a final touch, Lea left a picture of the entire family in Cherie's room. She wanted her to know that they would always be there. She also had a recording made to be played while they weren't there. It was a repeating tape of the whole family wishing Cherie well one at a time. Under the doctor's insistence each family member should mention their name and to call Cherie whatever they usually called her. Such that 24 hours a day, Cherie would always hear her family's voice calling her name, wishing her well, telling her how much they loved her and telling her all the things they would do with her when she got home. Lea came everyday. She knew that Cherie wasn't going to wake up, but she talked to her just the same. She told her that she loved her and called her Cherie over and over just as the doctor instructed. She also read her a story and played the music she liked from a CD she brought with her. Sometimes though Lea would sing to Cherie too. Lea was even encouraged to change Cherie's diapers. By the time it was time to take Cherie out of her coma, Lea and everyone in the family thought of Cherie when they saw Paul's body. This was especially true when they buried Cherie's body under a tombstone which had Paul's name on it. Every one had convinced themselves that Paul had died and Cherie had lived. Chapter 3 The family knew the day Cherie was to wake up. The doctor told them how long he wanted her in a coma. He gathered the family outside the room to talk to them before waking her up. The doctor pulled Randy aside. "Randy, you need to remember that is Cherie your little daughter, even though she looks like your son. You have to treat her like you would Cherie. "What do you mean?" "I have seen you with her while she was unconscious, you talked to her like a girl. But you never once touched her. Nothing more than a simple pat. She's your little girl be soft and tender with her. Kiss her and hug her. I know you love her, don't just tell her, show her how you feel. I know it's tough, but you have to. Your son is gone, this is your little daughter. Her emotional health is just as important as her physical health." "I understand, I'll show her how much her Daddy loves his little girl." Returning to the group, the doctor told them, "Everyone, Cherie is doing very well considering all she has gone through. But she has gone through a lot. She has been in the induced coma for a while now, but that isn't real rest. That is what she really needs. So even after I wake her she's bound to be very tired and sleep a lot. It's all perfectly natural." The family was lead in and circled her bed for the moment when Cherie was to be wakened. They put smiles on their face for the big moment. The doctor injected medicine into the IV and everyone waited for Cherie to wake up. Mom was closest to the head of the bed tenderly holding Cherie's hand. Slowly Cherie stirred as her eyes fluttered open. Upon seeing Lea, she through herself into her mother's arms for a big hug. Something Paul had never done for over a decade. Cherie was now much taller (and stronger) than Lea. Lea had tears in her eyes as her daughter was returned to her. She swore to herself that she would make sure that Cherie would be treated like the best little girl there was, because she deserved it. After mom was ready to release her, Cherie returned to the bed. "Wha happened, Mommy?" she asked. "Oh you just had a little accident, but you are going to be all better. I promise." "Can go home?" "Not yet, you have to rest, but n a few days. I'll be here everyday. And even when I'm not here, Brabra will be here with you all the time." The thought of Brabra not being with her, caused Cherie to panic for a second. Her thumb flew into her mouth to comfort herself while she searched for Brabra. Lea picked up Brabra who had fallen out of Cherie's arms and landed on the bed behind her and gave her to Cherie. Cherie clutched the plushie in her arms and hugged her as tightly as she had hugged Mommy. One by one, each family member, including grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins talked to Cherie. Then it was time for Cherie to get more rest. The family was ushered out as a groggy Cherie fell back to sleep. Randy had made sure to give Cherie a big hung and a kiss on the cheek. He told her that he loved his 'Little Princess.' A phrase he had used many times before. Lea and the family left to let Cherie get some rest. Now that she was awake, Lea could plan for the future. The first thing she needed was clothing for her daughter. She didn't fit into toddler's clothes anymore, she was a six foot man now. She couldn't wear Paul's old clothes either. The doctor made it clear that Cherie had to be returned to as close as normal as possible. Everything had to be for a very young girl. There had to be no confusion, Cherie wasn't a boy now. She was still a little girl. (Lea didn't let herself think about if Cherie would need an operation to help her be a girl again. She had to heal first.) Lea discovered that the best place to find the clothes she wanted was at a store that sold clothing for plus sized children. The apparel would be properly girlie without being either too small for her new frame or too curvy. She was still a child, she shouldn't wear anything a teen girl would wear. Plus she didn't have any curves anyway. The tween girls plus sized department at Justice was her first stop. She wanted clothing in soft colors that had sweet cartoon animals on them. She bought a few t-shirts and some leggings, but she wanted to stay away from those. She wanted shirts that were not only distinctly 'childish' but also those that were distinctly girlie. She stayed away from crew necks and regular sleeves preferring round and square necks, thin straps, puff sleeves, flutter sleeves or cap sleeves. The pants the few she got, had to not have a zipper or zip in the back. She found as many dresses and skirts as possible. Buying two or three of the same design if they would be appropriate for a toddler in her new size. Lea enjoyed filling up Cherie's closets with new clothing. Her old clothing and that of Paul was thrown out. Everyday, Cherie was awake for more of the time. Mommy was there as often as possible. Lea played with her, sang to her, read her books and just in general mommied her. When Cherie needed a diaper change Lea was the one to do it. The day or two before being released, Lea took Cherie to the play area at the nursing home. It had swings and other things for children. Lea watched as Cherie played. Cherie played like a typical toddler, getting herself into trouble and getting dirty. She lost her shoes very early in her play, preferring to play barefoot. Cherie was wearing a cutesy dress. When she slid down the slide, the skirt of her dress would fly up, but Cherie didn't care. Just as before, Cherie hadn't any modesty when it came to these things. When she tired herself out, she didn't come back to Mommy. Instead she just sat on the floor and sucked her thumb. Her thumb was dirty but she didn't care about that either. The doctor was watching too, deciding it was time for Cherie to go home. Chapter 4 Cherie arrived home to her own room. It looked mostly the same. Some things had to be changed though. The little chair that Cherie used to sit in was replaced with a larger one that looked similar. The room had been given a once over to make it 'child proof' for a child who was six feet tall. Her diapers were just as juvenile as before but they were in larger sizes. And as mentioned before all her clothing was new. But the rug, the bed, the window treatments, the furniture, the books on the shelves and the decals on the walls, etc were all as Cherie had left it. Cherie immediately found her bin with the rest of her stuffed animals (she was already carrying Brabra) and pulled them out to play with. She grabbed them as she saw fit and played with them on the floor. Her thumb firmly stuck between her lips. Lea watched her 'little girl' and smiled to have her baby back. Lea knew it would be a long hard road for Cherie, but she was determined to see that Cherie would make it. What Lea would do in a few years when it was time for kindergarten she didn't know, but she would figure it out later. Lea's revelry was interrupted by Cherie herself. "Me need change," she said. "You certainly do." Lea fell into her old routine. Wake up and check Cherie. Change her if needed, brush her hair and teeth. Bring her to dinner and give her cereal or something she would eat. Then put her in the living room to play with a video or listen to some appropriate music. Once the rest of the family had gone, then it was time to give Cherie a bath and dress her for the day. Then she would play some more as Lea did what she needed to do around the house. If she had to run errands Cherie was always with her (or a babysitter). Lunch was strictly at noon and Cherie took an hour nap right after. More playtime, dinner, get ready for bed at 6:30 and then to bed at 7 with a bedtime story. She had returned, despite her new body to the life she had right before the accident. She was as adaptable as any toddler, but as much as possible she was kept to a strict routine. To Lea, this was Cherie her two year old little girl and was treated as Lea had always done. Word of what had happened had spread throughout the neighborhood. There wasn't a soul who didn't know. Everyone loved Cherie (Those that knew her. Who doesn't like a toddler?) A party was arranged for a week after Cherie arrived home. This was to introduce the new Cherie with the neighbors and start everything on a proper footing. If there was talk, the neighbors kept it to themselves. At the party, other little children were brought to play with Cherie. Their parents were wary but after watching her for a little while, no one had any doubt that there was anything to fear about her. She might be big for a little girl, but she was definitely a little girl. Chapter 5 (Cherie's day) I wake up in the morning, throw my covers to one side and get out of bed. I take Brabra with me and look in my toy bin. I find a cute bunny and take her out with a couple of other plushies. I'm on the floor playing with my plushies. Hoppy and Brabra are talking to each other. Brabra says she can go faster than Hoppy. Brabra runs away with Hoppy hopping behind. It looks like fun to hop so I stand up and put my feet together and my arms close to my body and hop around the room. I see the door and want to leave but there is a gate in the way. I try to pull it open, but it won't move. "Mommy, Mommy," I call. But then I decide to hop some more. Daddy comes in. "Look, me bunny," I scream as I hop around. "You're the prettiest bunny there is," Daddy agrees. He chases me and I hop away giggling. "Come hop onto the table so I can change you," daddy says. I don't want to so I hop away. He catches me and grabs me by the arm.. I try and hop away, still giggling, but daddy guides me to the table. "Hop up little bunny," he says. Daddy helps me up and puts me on my back. He has Hoppy and is making it hop up my body. I'm giggling again. He puts Hoppy into my arms and pulls up my hem of my nightgown exposing my diaper. "Rip...Rip," I hear. With the diaper loosened, the last of my pee escapes my body. (Daddy has the diaper up in front of him so he doesn't get wet.) I feel the cool dampness over my bottom as daddy wipes me clean before putting on another diaper. "All done," Daddy says and I'm let down off the changing table. "Come little bunny, time to eat." Daddy holds my hand and leads me to the kitchen. I am hopping right besides him. "Me bunny," I tell mom when I see her. "You're a bunny? No you're not, you are mommy's very special girl," she says and gives me a big hug. She gets me into a chair. In front of me is a bowl of cereal and a sippy cup of juice. Mommy pours milk into the cereal and gives me a spoon. I take a drink of the cool juice and then stab the cereal with my spoon. I lift the spoon and bring it to my mouth. I'm hungry. Some of the cereal goes into my mouth. Some doesn't quite make it, ending up on my face and down my nightgown. I'm tired of eating and want to play, so I try to get up. But mommy who is sitting besides me says, ?Just a few more bites.? ?Me no want more,? I say. ?Just a few more bites and I'll put in a video for you.? I take another spoonful. ?Done,? I tell her. ?More than that, if you want to watch a video.? I take another spoonful. Mommy gives me a look. I take another. Mommy helps me finish up. ?OK all done,? she announces. Then she follows me to the living room and puts in the promised video. I watch for a while and then I see a toy and start to play with that. They're singing on the video and I drop the toy. ?Have a great day Cherie,? my brother Ryan says as he and daddy leave the house. Daddy kisses me on the cheek before going. ?Wanna go,? I say. ?No you have to stay home and watch Mommy,? Daddy tells me. Later, Mommy fetches me. ?Time to get dressed for the day.? ?No wanna.? ?I'm going out later. Brabra is coming with me. You don't want to stay home alone? Do you?? ?No.? ?Well you can't go out until you are dressed.? Mommy leads me to the bathroom. ?Uppies,? she says as she lifts her arms and I raise my arms imitating her. She pulls the nightgown off of me. Then she removes my diaper. I'm still standing. The diaper drops to the floor. Mommy starts to fill the tub with warm water. While Mommy's back is turned, I run out of the bathroom. I don't care that I'm not wearing anything. Mommy runs after me. I'm looking back at Mommy while running, I'm giggling. But I don't see the table and trip over it. I fall on my bum, I'm crying. ?Did my little jay bird fall down and hurt herself?? Mommy says. I nod. ?Well you know what is perfect for helping little ouchies?? ??Wat?? ?A nice warm bath. The water makes it all go away.? I go back to the bathroom and get into the tub. She then pours in bubble bath and the bubbles start to build. The bubbles are so much fun and she hands me a fish and boat. I drop them into the water and they float. I'm splashing, playing with the bubbles and giggling. Mommy is washing me all over but I don't care. ?All clean,? she declares. ?Time to get out.? ?No,? I say. I'm having too much fun. Mom tries to pull me out of the tub. I start to cry. She opens the drain and the water drains away. Soon there isn't any water although I am covered in bubbles. It was getting a little cold so I stood up and let Mommy dry me off. Mommy puts me in a new diaper and a light green dress with short sleeves and a froggy on it. She also puts shoes and socks on my feet. I don't like wearing shoes. Mommy hands me Brabra and we leave the house towards the car. In the car, Mommy straps me into the car seat. Brabra is still in my arms. I put my thumb into my mouth. We drive away. Mommy turns on some music for the ride, but I'm not listening. It is more fun to watch what is going on outside. I wanted to remove my shoes, but I couldn't reach them while strapped into the car seat. The car parks and Mommy gets out. I see her go around to the back of the car. Then she is by my door. She opens it. I get out of the car and stand up. I'm taller than Mommy. She has me sit in a stroller. She fastens me into it. She gives me Brabra and I again put my thumb back into my mouth. She pushes me to the building. I am looking at the people and the people seem to all be looking at me. I wave at them. In the store, there are so many things to see: the aisles, the products, the people and everything else. Sometimes when I look at people, they turn their heads quickly away, sometimes they stare right at me. Brabra never leaves my arms. Soon we are heading out the door with a cart full of groceries. Mommy puts it in the trunk while I wait in the stroller. She unfastens me from the stroller. With nothing pushing on my butt anymore, a loud fart escapes and soon some poo too. I don't mind the warm lumps on my bottom. I am placed into the car seat again and we drive towards home. ?Looks like someone made a stinky,? Mommy says while driving. ?We'll have to get you changed as soon as we get home.? Back home, Mommy takes me to my room. I want her to carry me, but she doesn't. (She can't anymore.) She changes my diaper. It was starting to itch. Then she gave me a toy and I started to play. I didn't notice as she left the room and closed the gate so I couldn't get out. Before I knew it it was lunch time, then after lunch Mommy put me down for a nap. She played some soothing music until I fell asleep. ?I woke up, my thumb was in my mouth, I removed it as I got out of bed and grabbed some more toys. They had all been put back in the plushie bin. Mommy came into the room and let me out. I walked around the house and played. Mommy was talking to one of her friends. Her friend was very nice, she gave me some candy and told me ?You're such a big girl.? She was grinning while she said this. My brother's came home. I went into their room. I am taller than both of my brothers. I wanted them to play with me. Stevie did, for a while. Daddy came home. I was playing but I dropped everything when I saw him and flew into his arms. I gave him a big hug and kisses all over his face. I love Daddy soooooo much. We had dinner. I sat next to Daddy at the table. After dinner he got me ready for bed, taking off my dress. I had long since ditched my socks. He changed my diaper, brushed my teeth and hair, washed my face and put me into a nightgown. Then he tucked me in and kissed me. Mommy came in and she read me a story until I fell asleep. I didn't know it but it was only 7:00 PM. Chapter 6 The day of the accident. Cherie and Paul were brought to the same hospital. Cherie had died. The man who was in the other car was dead. Paul had hit his head but he wasn't in too bad shape. Paul was informed what had happened including the death of his little sister. Distraught Paul couldn't help but scream with anguish, ?Cherie is dead. I killed her. I'm a murderer I wish it was dead. I killed my little sister and a man I didn't even know. I don't deserve to live. If I could give my life for hers I would. Please god, please god.? The doctor gave the distraught teen an injection and he quickly fell unconscious. Still unconscious a helmet was placed over Paul's head. It recorded his brainwaves as he heard the same message repeated over and over, ?Your name is Cherie. You are a little girl. You are two years old.? A machine monitored his mind as the message was being played. If Paul's mind rejected the information the helmet would shock the appropriate areas of the brain. It would take a while before the machine would do it's work, but eventually, Paul would have no choice but to think his name was Cherie a two year old girl. The doctor knew this. But that wouldn't be enough. He had to not only think that way, but act that way too. It would take some time to convince his brain to be that of a little girl, but he could do it. When the doctor was done, Paul would be gone and in his place would be Cherie. A nurse came up to the doctor. ?Dr. Zaaijer why do you look so worried. This man was responsible for two people's deaths. He deserves this.? The nurse was right. This man would probably be charged and convicted of vehicular manslaughter. He would spend years in jail. Not to mention having to live with what he had done. This was the best thing for all concerned. ?It's not that,? Dr. Zaaijer told the nurse. ?I can't just tell him he is a two year old and he'll be one. He has to be convinced and everyone has to go along with it. But for it to stick his family has to help out. They have to tell him he is 'Cherie.' They have to treat him like a two year old. The illusion can't be broken until it is totally set in. We'll leave him in the machine for a few hours. When his loved ones arrive, we'll tell them what has happened. I'll convince them to help us.? The machine finally indicated that there wasn't any resistance left in Paul's mind to the instructions he had been given. Dr. Zaaijer woke Paul up. ?Hello, I don't know if you remember but you were in a car accident. I'm your doctor. I'm sure you will be fine but I need to ask you some questions.? ?OK.? ?Do you know your name?? ?My name is Cherie.? ?Great,? Dr. Zaaijer said pleased at the answer. ?How old are you Cherie?? ?I'm two.? ?Are you a boy or a girl?? ?I'm a girl.? ?That's enough for now. You get some sleep.? ?Where is my mom and dad?? ?They'll be here soon. Just get some rest and you will see them before you know it.? Dr. Zaaijer knocked him out. ?Well he may say he is a little girl, but he didn't sound like one.? :I know, we'll have to make him sound like a little girl. When I remove what he had learned since being a toddler that will help. But I'll also make him speak in a higher register. It'll just take time.? ?You can do it.: ?I have also decided,? Dr. Zaaijer said mostly to himself ignoring the nurse's comment, ? to make him Daddy's little girl. I want him to show open affection for his father unlike any teenaged boy would.? Paul was moved to Dr. Zaaijer's clinic. Paul wasn't really in a coma, he was simply knocked out. When his family left, Paul was moved back in the lab for more treatment with the helmet. The recordings the family made were invaluable. Everyone in his family telling him that he is a little girl. Dr. Zaaijer just had to modify his behavior. Once Dr. Zaaijer convinced Paul of his identity, then he had to remove anything that Paul learned since being a two year old. Then he had to convince him to return to old habits like sucking his thumb and cuddling up with a stuffed toy. Finally he had to teach him how to love to play like a child. Dr. Zaaijer would show Paul the behavior he wanted and turned on the machine. Sometimes he would use an old behavior to modify a new one. Paul loved to drink, when Dr. Zaaijer was done with him he would love to suck his thumb every time he was stressed instead of wanting a drink. But the most time consuming part of Paul's training wasn't making him forget fifteen years of what he had learned including most of his vocabulary. What would be most time consuming was making him learn all the little things that a toddler does naturally. How to hold a crayon or spoon in their fist not their fingers. How to run like a toddler this their hands in the air to keep their balance as it they were still learning. How to remove the internal filter in his mind that keeps his emotions off his face. Teach him to giggle or cry with minimal provocation and to go from one to the other in less than a second. There were many 'toddler-isms' that toddlers knew instinctively that had to be learned. He had to appear like a toddler, not a retarded adult. It was a delicate balance, but Dr. Zaaijer knew he could pull it off. In a week it was time to see if these behaviors stuck in a controlled environment. If Paul showed any signs of acting like a teen (or a boy, etc) Dr. Zaaijer would say that Paul needed his rest and bring him back for additional treatments. In the end, the treatment worked as well as could be expected. Paul thought he was Cherie (just as his entire family told him.) He was released to go home. Chapter 7 A couple of weeks after bringing Cherie home, Lea returned to Dr. Zaaijer's office with her. Cherie's head was still bandaged from the alleged surgery. Dr. Zaaijer had told Lea that she would obviously need to brink Cherie back for periodic tests and then eventually to get the bandages off Cherie's head. Cherie's younger brother Steve was also in tow. Lea and Cherie entered Dr. Zaaijer's office to perform certain tests. Dr. Zaaijer asked Cherie some simple questions to make sure all was perfectly fine. ?What's you name? How old are you? What is your favorite toy? Who is this? (referring to Lea.) When is bedtime? (the answer to this one was When Mommy says so.) All the normal questions with the appropriate answers of a two year old. ?Everything seems great, but I should take a cat-scan to make sure? Dr. Zaaijer told Lea. ?You wait here and I'll get to it.? ?Should I come?? ?No that won't be necessary. But if there is a problem, I know where to find you.? Cherie didn't need a cat-scan, of course. She had never had any surgery. The bandages were a fake. But Dr. Zaaijer needed to get Cherie alone so he could attach her to his machine and probe what was going on. He had to make sure it was as good as it seemed. As suspected, everything was right on schedule, Cherie was acting and thinking just like a typical two year old girl. Dr. Zaaijer was pleased. Dr. Zaaijer returned to the outer office with a big smile on his face. ?You can take this little cutie home,? he announced. ?Doctor, I have something to ask you.? ?What?? ?I think we should do it in private.? Dr. Zaaijer was apprehensive. Although he didn't suspect a problem. ?OK, come into my office.? ?What's wrong?? ?It's not Cherie, but it's my youngest son.? ?Your youngest son?? ?Well Steve use to idolize Paul. He used to follow him around and worship the ground he walked on. He was also very affectionate with Cherie. He used to play with her more than my other two boys. Now he doesn't like to be in the same room with Cherie. ?I see.? ?He says that nothing is the matter, but I can tell. Something is wrong. I thought of bringing him to a psychiatrist. I thought you might help or recommend someone.? ?Well there have been some big changes. I can see how it might be hard on him. Let me talk to him privately, I'll see if I can find out what the true problem is.? ?Thank you.? Dr. Zaaijer was very pleased at the developments. He planned on getting the whole family under his influence once things had stabilized with Paul. But he wasn't going to miss this opportunity. The doctor ushered Steve into his office and with a practiced hand soon had Steve under his control. Unlike Paul, he would use his standard form of hypnosis on Steve. ?Steve you must always tell me the truth and never hold anything back.? ?Yes.? ?If I tell you something, you know it's the truth and if you believed anything otherwise, you must change the way you think to make what I tell you the truth. I always know what is right.? ?Yes.? ?Steve, your mother tells me you have a problem with Cherie.? ?Yes? ?What is the problem?? ?Well,? Steve began, ?I was Paul's younger brother. I always looked up to him. I always wanted to be just like him.? ?Fine, but what does that have to do with Cherie? Didn't you used to play with her too?? ?Yes, but it wasn't very much fun. I played with her because everyone expected me to. She was a little girl. I didn't have anything in common with her. It wasn't like I was a girl who likes to play with little children, especially little girls.? ?So?? ?Well now, Cherie looks like Paul. I feel I should want to be just like him I mean her, but I really don't have anything in common with her. It's all very confusing.? ?I see.? ?So it's best to just keep my distance. I still play with her because that is what everyone expects from me. But it feels strange.? Dr. Zaaijer was ready to make some changes in how Steve felt. ?So let me get this right, the problem is you have always looked up to Cherie, but you have always felt you had nothing in common with Steve.? Dr. Zaaijer purposefully reversed what Steve had told him.? ?Yes.? ?You have always looked up to Cherie, you wanted to be just like her but you knew you couldn't. You wanted to wear her clothes but they wouldn't fit. You wanted to play like she did but you thought people would think it was odd. So you used to limit your time with her. But you knew everyone expected you to look up to your brother, so you did, but you really know you didn't have anything in common with him.? ?That is exactly right.? ?Now, Cherie is more like you. She wears clothing you can fit into. She wears pretty dresses in your size, cute skirts and tops too. Even her diapers you can fit into, you want to wear them all, but you think everyone would think it was strange if you did what you wanted.? ?Yeah.? ?She plays with toys you want to play with. She lives in a room you wish you lived in. She is everything you want to be. She is allowed to do everything you want to do. You wish you were accepted like she is.? ?That's it exactly.? ?I know it's hard to admit it, even to yourself, but you have to. You want to be just like Cherie, you always have and you always will. You want to be like a two year old girl.? ?I do. I really do.? ?Well, you must stop looking at what has happened as a problem and start to look at it as an opportunity.? ?I do?? ?Yes, you want to spend more time with Cherie so you can be more like her. You will do what she does as often as she does because that's what YOU WANT TO DO.? ?That's right.? ?You would prefer to be with Cherie than any of your own friends. You were only with them in the first place because that is what people expected of you.? ?Right.? ?Now you have an excuse to be with Cherie. You can and will tell your friends that you have to help out because of what had happened. You can make it seem like it is something you don't want to do, but is forced upon you. When in reality it is what you want to do most. You can wear her clothes when you play with her. If anyone asks you can tell them it's because you want Cherie to feel like she is like everyone else. You can say you are playing with her for long periods of time because you are helping her. But you are doing it because that is what you always wanted to do. You will be as much like her as you can, hiding your true feelings by using what has happened to Cherie as an excuse.? ?I can.? ?You are free to do what you have always wanted to do. You're very happy.? ?I feel as though a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.? ?I know you do. If you have another problem, you can always talk to me. I'll be here to help you. Now let's go outside and tell your Mommy that we've worked it all out.? ?OK.? Steve was happier now than he had been since this all started. He had a plan now to do what he really wanted. He didn't have to pretend anymore. Well he would have to pretend a little with his 'friends' but at least now he could do what he wanted. Steve followed Dr. Zaaijer out of his office. Steve had a smile on his face. ?Well we reached a breakthrough,? Dr. Zaaijer informed Lea. ?Steve had a problem distinguishing between Cherie and Paul because of what happen. But now he can let himself be himself with Cherie. I'm sure they will become very close. Just let him spend time with her and soon things will be as they should be.? ?Thank you, Dr. Zaaijer,? Lea said. Steve thanked him too as they left. Steve wanted to get home quickly. He wanted to play like a two year old, now for the first time in his life he could do what he wanted and no one would say a thing. They would all think it was great the closer he became with Cherie. He would imitate her as much as he could and just say he was playing with her. Chapter 8 Cherie ran out of the office. Steve ran after her. Steve grabbed Cherie's hand and they skipped down the hall towards the elevators. Lea was pleased that Dr. Zaaijer could help so much. Steve would have never done such a thing before. But they seemed to be getting along so much better now. Cherie pressed the elevator button and they waited for Mommy to arrive. When they got to the parking lot, Lea was happy that Cherie was holding Steve's hand. Two year olds couldn't walk through a parking lot without holding an adult's hand. She was surprised when Steve took her hand making a chain. But it pleased her nevertheless. When they got to the car, Lea buckled Cherie into her car seat in the back. Steve insisted that he sit in the back with her. Steve wished that he could have his own car seat but he didn't say anything. Lea got into the car herself and drove off. She saw that in the back seat, Steve and Cherie were getting along so well. Cherie was in her car seat looking out the window as she normally did. In her arms was Brabra and in her mouth was her thumb. Steve didn't have a stuffed animal to hug, but he did put his thumb into his mouth too. ?Whatcha doing?? Lea asked. ?Cherie's thumb looked so delicious I thought I would try it,? was his answer. Then he gave Lea a wink, implying he was doing it for Cherie's benefit. But in reality, he liked to suck his thumb every bit as much as Cherie did. He was happier than Cherie since he was being allowed to do it. Steve thought that as long as Cherie was around, ?I can do all the babyish things I want and no one will say a thing.? When they arrived home, Steve followed Cherie and Lea into Cherie's room. ?You can go, I?m going to change Cherie,? Lea told him. ?No I don't mind, I'll stay. I should learn how to change a diaper anyway.? Lea was very pleased. Dr. Zaaijer is a miracle worker. Steve never liked to watch when Lea changed Cherie in her old body. Now he wanted to see how she did it. Lea set out to change the diaper. She did it slowly explaining all that was needed. Steve watched intently. But what was going through his mind wasn't how to change a diaper, but the wish it was him who was on the changing table having his own diaper changed. He did try and take notice. Maybe he would get a diaper on himself. He wanted to wear a diaper, he wanted to use it just like Cherie. But he couldn't get anyone to change him. He would have to do it himself...when he had the opportunity. After changing Cherie, Lea turned on the CD player in Cherie's room. It contained a CD called ?Toddler Favorites? which included songs like ?I'm a little tea pot? and ?The wheels on the bus.? She put it on auto-repeat. Lea was about to leave the room and close the baby-gate when Steve said, ?I want to play with Cherie.? ?OK, have fun you two.? ?What about the gate?? Steve asked. ?If I close the gate you won't be able to get out.? The baby gate was designed to keep Cherie in. But since Cherie was taller and stronger like a teenager, once closed, even an adult couldn't get out from the inside. ?I don't mind. I like spending time with Cherie.? ?Fine, then I'll turn on the baby monitor. If you need to get out, call and I'll be right up.? This suited Steve fine. He wanted to be treated like a toddler anyway. Cherie grabbed some toys and threw them on the ground to play with. Steve joined right in as if he was just her friend. He was so happy that he could play like a toddler was, that he was smiling from ear to ear. He even giggled several times without realizing. But even if he did notice he wouldn't have cared. It was just so much fun to play with simple toys. He only wished that he was wearing something pretty like Cherie. But he thought it was too soon to just start wearing her clothes. While they were playing, Steve's phone went off. He looked at the number and saw it was one of his friends, Bill. Steve was having so much fun with Cherie that he didn't want to talk with Bill but he decided he had to answer the phone. ?Hey dude,? Bill said, ?How's it hanging?? ??Pretty good.? ?I was just calling to see if you wanted to come over and hang with me.? ?I just can't,? Steve said trying to sound sincere. ?But with all that is going on, they want me to spend more time with Cherie. It's been rough on her. It's the least I could do.? Steve didn't want to do anything with Bill. He didn't know how to play right. Steve would rather play with Bill's four-year old sister than with Bill. At least he could play dolls with her. But Bill didn't like the things that he liked. He had to spend some time with boys 'his own age' so no one thought he was weird. He would limit his time with them as much as possible. With what had happened to Cherie he now had the perfect excuse (as Dr. Zaaijer pointed out to him. Steve liked Dr. Zaaijer he was so insightful.) ?That's tough, if you change your mind give me a call.? ?I certainly will,? Steve told him even though he had no intention of calling Bill again. After playing with Cherie a while longer, Steve realized he had to pee. He decided to hold it in. Dinner was in fifteen minutes and Mommy would let them out then. But to Cherie Steve said, ?You don't know how lucky you are. You can just go anytime you want. You don't have to stop playing. I wish I wore a diaper like you.? Fifteen minutes later, Lea let them out of Cherie's room. Steve went straight for the bathroom. One day he hoped he wouldn't have to. ?Diapers were so much better,? he thought. Chapter 9 Steve quickly went to the bathroom. He was undecided whether to pee standing up like a boy or sitting down like a girl. He wanted to be like a two year old girl, but they didn't do either, they peed in their diaper. He supposed that since they wore diapers, little two year old girls stood up while they peed, at least they didn't sit down just to pee, so he peed like a boy standing up. He just wished he was wearing a diaper. Dinner was being served when he got to the dinette. Cherie was sitting at the table with everyone else, except she was wearing a bib. Lea had cut Cherie's meat into pieces and gave her a sippy cup. Steve sat next to her. ?Can I have a sippy cup too?? Steve asked. ?A sippy cup?? ?Yeah, Cherie shouldn't be the only one at the table who uses one.? Lea saw how well Steve and Cherie got along today and was happy at their bonding. It was continuing at the table and Lea wanted to encourage it. ?Sure, if that's what you want. Do you want a bib too?? Steve wanted to say 'Yes' immediately. But he didn't want to seem too eager. ?Maybe you should, you know what a messy eater I am,? Steve said as if it was a joke. Steve wanted his mom to cut his meat for him too, but he thought that would be pushing it. While Mom went to get a sippy cup and a bib, Steve cut his meal into small pieces just like Cherie's. He planned to use his hands to eat it too. Lea got the cup and the bib and gave them to Steve. Steve had to fill the cup and put on his bib himself. Steve tried to imitate how Cherie was eating. Cherie didn't have any utensils except a spoon. She leaned forward so her face was closer to the food and used the spoon to scoop it up and bring it into her mouth. Steve did the same in an exaggerated manner which seem to encourage Cherie to eat faster. When Cherie took a drink from her sippy cup, Steve did the same. Lea was amazed. Steve had mostly avoided Cherie since the accident. Now he was bonding with her. Lea silently thanked Dr. Zaaijer for doing such a great job on Steve and everything else. She felt so lucky to have found Dr. Zaaijer when she needed him most. She didn't know any other doctor could have helped her and her family so much as he had. After dinner, Lea put a video on for Cherie and Steve watched it with her. He got down on the floor right in front of the TV next to her and watched. Lea cleaned up after dinner. ?Time to get ready for bed,? Randy announced. Steve decided that he should have Cherie's bedtime too. Randy got Cherie ready for bed. Sadly, Steve had to do it for himself. While Randy was preparing Cherie for bed by brushing her teeth and hair in the bathroom, Steve snuck into Cherie's room and stole a diaper. He planned on wearing it to bed. It wouldn't be seen while he was under the covers and he could remove it before leaving his room in the morning. Steve had finally gotten his own room. Before the accident, Steve and his brother Ryan used to share a room. Paul the oldest had his own room and Cherie slept in her own room. But after the accident, Paul (now Cherie) slept in Cherie's room. Ryan took Paul's unused bedroom and Steve got a room all to himself. Steve laid upon his bed and tried to put the diaper on as his mother had shown him. He also had to hurry and get under the covers in case anyone would enter his room. He did it the best he could for a first try and then put his pajamas over his diaper. He wished he could wear one of Cherie's nightgowns, but he couldn't risk it. The diaper would be safely hidden under his covers, but the nightgown pattern could be seen unobscured by the covers. He got into his bed and under the covers and waited. Steve had hooked up one of the baby monitor's receivers in his room. He could hear everything that was going on in Cherie's room. He got into bed when Cherie did. Then he waited. Lea entered Cherie's room and read her a story. Steve through the monitor could hear the story too. He imagine he was a little girl listening to the story from Mommy. Soon he was asleep just like Cherie. The next day, he disposed of his diaper without anyone noticing. As the days went by, Steve spent many hours with Cherie just so he could do the things that she did. He loved playing with the dolls and her other toys, watching her videos and listening to her music. He wanted to be closer to Mommy and have her put him in diapers and pretty dresses, roll him around in strollers, give him a bath and all the other things she did exclusively with Cherie. Despite that, Steve was never jealous of Cherie. He idolized her. During dinner, Lea said to Steve, ?I have something to tell you. Tomorrow, your dad and I won't be home for dinner?? ?Oh, why is that?? ?Well everyone here knows that Cherie is Cherie. But the government still thinks of her as a boy named Paul. We have to have her legal status changed. We have to change her name to Cherie, change her sex to female and make her a minor again. To do this, we, I mean your dad and I, have to take Cherie to see a psychologist and a lawyer. They have to examine her and submit the proper paperwork to the government. Tomorrow will be our first meeting with them.? ?I see.? ?Since you father has to come, it'll be after work. So Cherie and I will meet him in their office. We shouldn't be home when you get back from school. Pick up a pizza or something from McDonalds for dinner.? Lea gave Steve some money for dinner. ?OK, no problem,? Steve said nonchalantly. Steve knew that his brother wasn't going to be home tomorrow either. He would have the entire house to himself. Inside Steve was jumping for joy. He could go into Cherie's room and for the first time not only wear her diapers, but also wear her dresses. He could play with her toys any way he wanted. He could watch her videos in the living room while wearing her clothes. He could even wet his diaper if he wanted and then change himself. There was so much he could do. Suddenly Steve couldn't wait for tomorrow. But outwardly all he did was drink his drink from his sippy cup and pick at his food with his hands. Steve couldn't concentrate he was so excited. He even dropped his sippy cup totally by accident. After dinner, he went to play with Cherie in the living room, but he couldn't concentrate on the video that was playing. It became so obvious that Lea asked,?What's wrong?? ?Oh, I have something I need to take care of tomorrow...? Steve said and then after a beat he continued, ?...at school.? Soon it was time to get to bed. Steve observed his usual routine, just as Cherie did. He even put on a diaper, but even though he had been doing it for days, it took him longer than usual. In bed, he waited to hear his mother's bedtime story through the baby monitor. But unlike all the other times, he just couldn't drift off to sleep. He got up early and got dressed. He just couldn't wait to return home again so he could have the entire house to himself and live out all his toddler dreams. He was determined to drink a lot during the day and not use the bathroom once. He wanted to get a chance to pee in a real diaper and then change himself. He wished it was his mother who was changing him, but he could pretend. That is what toddlers did, the pretended frequently. The day dragged for Steve. He couldn't concentrate in any of his classes. He just had to wait until the day was over. When it was finally time, he ran out of school and got home as fast as he could. When he got there, Mom and Cherie were still at home. ?Mommy, I thought you had something to do with Cherie?? ?Yeah honey, we are leaving in a few minutes. But I don't have to be there until 5:30 then dad is out of work.? Steve had to wait a few minutes more. Then he realized he had to pee. But he refused to go. He wanted to pee in a diaper for the first time since he was a really a toddler. He went to his room. He needed his mother to leave, but he couldn't force her. He was also too preoccupied to play with Cherie or do anything else. Although he could hear the toddler tunes coming over the baby monitor. Then he heard his mother enter Cherie's room and get her ready for the trip. She changed her diaper, put her in a pretty dress including tights which Cherie rarely wore and shoes to go outside. It didn't take very long to get Cherie ready, but every minute was excruciating to Steve. Finally she was gone. Steve ran into Cherie's room. He was as excited as a toddler who was given a puppy. He ripped off all his clothes. The first thing he had to do was get on the diaper. He wanted to do it right this time. Lay on a real changing table and pretend that it was Mommy who was changing him. But he had to pee bad. It would only take him a second to go to the bathroom and do it, but he wanted to do it in his diaper like a real toddler. He opened the diaper in his hand and then imagined his Mommy telling him to lift his butt. He did as he imagined she commanded. Then he placed the diaper under him. He made sure to center it before lying back on it. He then fastened the left side of the diaper with the adhesive tab. Then he pulled the diaper taut and then fastened the other side. With the diaper pressing upon his penis he felt he didn't need to pee as urgently as before. During the changing process, Steve's penis remained perfectly flaccid. He was excited to wear the diaper freely in the house, but he wasn't getting any sexual thrill by doing so. It was like a boy who had heard about a roller coaster getting to ride one for the first time. It would be fun and exciting, but that hadn't anything to do with sex. Steve imagined his Mommy telling him to get down and he got off the changing table. He was happy to have the diaper on him. Then he decided to put on plastic panties over his diaper. He had never worn them before, but he hadn't any plans to use the diapers as they were intended before either. He imagined his Mommy saying, ?Step,? and he lifted his leg to put it on. Then the other one. Finally he found a dress he liked from Cherie's closet. He tried to force himself to imagine that it was his dress, not Cherie's. Just as he imagined that the diapers and plastic panties were his also. Fully dressed in his diaper, plastic panties and dress, Steve grabs some dolls, left Cherie's room and headed to the living room. He wanted to watch one of the toddler videos while dressed as a toddler. There was already a video in the DVD player so he simply turned it on. He wanted to watch it while playing with his dolls. But he didn't need to bring the dolls with him, there were plenty of toys already strewn around the living room floor. One of the 'toys' was a Paw Patrol Foot-to-Floor Ride-On ATV. It was designed for toddlers, but it was in a size big enough for adults. Steve didn't know where Mommy had gotten it, but it was perfect. He could propel himself across the living room while watching the video just like a toddler would do. Steve got on the vehicle and did just that. Now that he was engaged in his toddler activities, Steve tried to relax his bladder. He wanted to pee himself like a real toddler. But he also didn't want to push the pee out with his own muscles like an adult. He wanted it to be natural. He tried not to think about it, but he couldn't help it. Soon while pushing himself around the room on his ride-on a little pee escaped his penis. Then a little more, then a little more.. Soon he soaked his diaper. Steve didn't know it yet, but he was fortunate that he wore the extra protection of the plastic panties or his leaking diaper would have gotten his dress and the floor wet too. Once he was done, Steve was about to simply change his diaper. But then he thought that a toddler wouldn't do that. They would wait until it got uncomfortable or until Mommy decided it was time for a change. Steve determined to ignore his wet diaper and play for at least another half an hour before changing himself. Steve sat in front of the video watching it with his thumb in his mouth which sitting upon the Ride-On. He watched the video, but similarly to a real toddler, he wasn't processing what was going on. It was just colorful noise in front of him. He was more concerned with what was in his 'pants.' It didn't feel uncomfortable. Most of the wetness had been leached away from his body by the design of the diaper. The pee in his diaper had a skin temperature. His diaper sagged a bit and crinkled as he moved but it wasn't uncomfortable. He could smell the pee, but it wasn't the unpleasant smell of ammonia, it was still the more benign smell of urine. Steve was just enjoying the entire experience. The video ended and Steve decided it was time to change. This is what would happen in real life, Mommy would check and then change the diaper when the video was over. Steve went back up to Cherie's room and onto her changing table. He carried a fresh diaper in his hand. He pulled up his dress and down his training panties. Only now did Steve realize that his diaper had leaked into the training panties. Then he ripped off the tabs and removed the diaper. The smell of urine turning into ammonia was intensified. Steve once again pretended his mother was changing him. He washed his crotch using baby wipes. Then he lifted his butt and washed that too. Finally, just as before he affixed a new diaper. He made sure it was snug and got off the changing table. Then he had to (not because he wanted to but out of necessity) acted as an adult. He threw the soiled diaper away and washed out the plastic pantie so he could reuse it. Finally he returned to toddler mode. He went to the kitchen and ate his burger happy meal. He played with the toy that came with it. He had requested the toddler toy when he bought it on the way home. Instead of a video, he put on some toddler music and danced around randomly to the tunes. But it was getting late and so Steve had to take off what he was wearing and return to his adult boy clothes. Chapter 10 Lea and Randy took Cherie to meet with a lawyer and a social worker. They needed to change Cherie's status from a nineteen year old man named Paul to a minor-girl named Cherie. These people would be the first stop in starting that process. The meeting was to take place at Dr. Zaaijer's office who was also in attendance. Lea and Randy entered the office and were greeted by two people. ?Hi, I'm Margo Pressley, I'm a lawyer. I'll be helping you in these matters.? Margo was a gorgeous young woman with very light blonde shoulder length hair. She wore light makeup and a very professional skirt suit with a white round necked blouse, sensible shoes and nude stockings. The suit tried to hide it but Ms. Pressley was an extremely endowed woman. Her blouse and jacket were stretched to their seems. Her face seemed very sensual, but she tried to look professional. Her lips seemed a bit unnaturally puffy, but she muted the effect with light colored lipstick. She shook both Lea and Randy's hands. ?Hello, I'm Herbert Brewer. I'm a social worker. I'll be evaluating Cherie.? Herbert had very long light brown hair, although he had it tied into a man-bun. He was dressed in a blue pin-striped suit that made his body look thinner than it was. He wore a white shirt with a blue tie, black shoes and socks. His facial features looked very delicate. It didn't look like he needed to shave very often to maintain a clear appearance. He also shook Lea's and Randy's hands. Lea and Cherie were led to another room for an interview. Mr. Brewer explained that he would interview Cherie, Lea and Randy all alone and together in every combination. While Mr. Brewer interview Lea, Cherie was led in Dr. Zaaijer's office so he could check up on his patient while Lea talked to the social worker. To save time, Randy was given some legal papers to sign. ?What are these?? ?The usual legal stuff, change of name forms, change of gender, legal status things like that. Just sign them and I'll fill in the information later after I've interviewed you. Randy signed the papers without reading them. They mostly had blanks in the key areas anyway. In another room, the people who had entered the office as the real Margo Pressley and Herbert Brewer were getting dressed. Margo, who was in her early thirties, was putting on an extremely tight stretch bodycom dress with a deep U-neck. She wasn't wearing any underwear and wore heals as high as her feet could manage. Her makeup was garishly applied without any subtlety. She tried to ooze sex appeal in her look and her movements. Her outfit was designed to be removed and put back on quickly. Herbert Brewer, aged 37, was also dressing sexily. The dress he wore wasn't as tight or as short as Margo's. He wore a wig with bangs that partially hid his face. He had long false finger nails and high heel shoes that weren't as high as Margo's. Unlike Margo, Herbert did wear underwear. He needed a tight girdle to keep his junk flat under his dress. He also wore stockings to tame his leg hair. If you look closely there wasn't much doubt he was a man in drag. But that was the look he was trying to portray. That is what his clients expected of him. Herbert and Margo knew each other, They were in the same business. But they rarely worked near each other as even though both their clientele were men, they were looking for different types of men. When both were finished dressing they took their purses and left to walk the streets. Back at home, Steve had taken off his dress and was wearing just a diaper. It was close to his bedtime, but he decided that sometimes even two year olds get to stay up later than usual. Cherie was up right now. So why should he go to sleep. Instead he decided to listen to some music and dance around in only his diaper. What he did wouldn't be called dancing by anyone who knew what the definition of dancing was, but for a two year old it was fine. Steve was hopping and jumping around and swinging his arms wildly. There wasn't any rhyme or reason to anything he was doing, but it was a lot of fun. Soon the motion made Steve very thirsty so he decided to go down to kitchen to get something to drink. Passing by the dinette, Steve didn't bother to turn on the lights. It was getting dark at this time of year (about two weeks before Halloween.) Steve was so preoccupied as he walked to the kitchen that he didn't hear the front door open. The lights came one and instinctively Steve turned to the light. He was wearing only his diaper. When he turned around, he saw his brother Ryan. Ryan had just taken off his coat which was still in his hands. But what Steve saw was Ryan wearing a cheer leading outfit. It was dark outside, and with his long jacket no one could see what he was wearing underneath. Steve was so stunned that he forgot for a moment what he himself was wearing. Ryan was wearing a one piece uniform in the colors of the high school: blue and white with tan highlights. It was formfitting with a racer-back and a V-neck. On the front was the name of the school's team. It descended to his mid-thigh. There was a small notched V at the bottom of the skirt that made for ease of movement while doing splits and the alike. Peaking out from that notch was the hint of his blue briefs. He wore it with opaque tan colored tights and white canvas sneakers. On his face, he wore modest but undeniable makeup. He was wearing the same uniform that the cheerleaders would be wearing for any of the school's games. ?What are you wearing?? Steve asked. Ryan couldn't answer for a few moments. ?I'm wearing a costume for Halloween.? ?Halloween isn't for two weeks.? ?Hey why are you in a diaper?? Ryan asked. To this Steve had no answer. ?...and what are you doing home? Weren't you supposed to go with Mom and Dad?? Ryan continued. ?No, why would I have to go with them?? Both knew they were seeing something they shouldn't. Steve wasn't sure if it was better for Ryan to see him in just the diaper or the dress he was wearing before. Ryan on the other hand had been caught. Nobody other than what everybody thought was his girlfriend had ever seen him dressed like this. The truth was she wasn't his boyfriend, not anymore. That is what they told people. In reality, she was now his BFF. No one knew that Ryan is a gay cross-dresser with a crush on what used to be his best friend. He wasn't always a closeted gay cross-dresser, but all that changed after meeting with Dr. Zaaijer. Ryan was caught, but now a lot of things that he saw Steve doing made sense. He understood why he was spending so much time with Cherie and going to bed so early. Steve had his own epiphany. There were certain things that he had noticed about Ryan. His lips sometimes seemed redder than usual. He thought it was Chapstik. There were other things too. ?Ummm, I won't tell mom and dad if you don't,? Ryan asked. ?It's a deal.? Both boys would keep their secrets. But they didn't think much of the other. Lea and Randy had signed (both together and separately) so many blank documents that Dr. Zaaijer could legally change the family into any configuration he wanted. Ryan could get emancipated, change his gender to female, his name to Jane Smith and marry his 'former' father and legally no one would question it. Between all the name changes and changes in status, no one would notice that they had ever been related. Lea and Randy were the only two members of the family who hadn't been manipulated mentally by Dr. Zaaijer at this point. They did what Dr. Zaaijer wanted simply because they trusted him. Dr. Zaaijer can be very charming when he wanted to be. Ryan (their middle son) had been to Dr. Zaaijer's office without his parents knowledge a while back. The doctor had phoned the home, made an excuse and asked him to come. Ryan who was old enough to drive did as he was told. When Ryan entered Dr. Zaaijer's office he was a heterosexual teenaged boy with a steady girlfriend. When he left he was a closeted homosexual cross dresser who appeared to be dating a young lady, but who in reality had a secret crush on his best friend. Coming out of his trance, Ryan thought he was in the middle of his story. ?...Wilson, my best friend and I have been friends forever. But it wasn't until I became eleven or twelve that I realized that I had feelings for him. I mean, I have always had feelings for him, but now knew what they meant. It was then I realized I had a crush on him. I couldn't tell him.? ?I see? As I got older, I realized I was gay. I didn't want any of my friends to know though. I started to act interested in girls, but I didn't feel anything. Nothing like what I felt about Wilson.? ?So you never told him?? ?No never. Do you think I should?? ?Only if you feel right about it. I don't think you are ready yet.? ?OK.? ?What about this girl you've been dating? Don't you feel anything for her?? ?She's very nice, but I don't love her if that is what you mean.? ?She doesn't know you are gay?? ?No, no one knows.? ?You might have to tell her or break it off.? ?Why?? ?It's not fair to her. You have no future. She deserves to be with a man who she loves that can love her back.? ?I see. You are probably right.? ?If you can't get up the courage, you can bring her here and I can help you to explain it to her.? ?That might not be such a bad idea.? ?Alright, I think I understand all you've been going through. If you need any more help you can always contact me. ?Thanks a lot Dr. Zaaijer.? ?No problem, this is what I am here for.? The true reason for Lea's and Randy's visit was to get them to sign blank legal papers, checking upon the status of Cherie was just a side benefit. Late that night (maybe early the next morning is a better description) Herbert and Margo returned to Dr. Zaaijer's office. They had made money performing tricks. Dr. Zaaijer had to return them back to their original lives or their families would notice and call the police. Certainly if the people who told Lea and her husband that they were Herbert and Margo returned to their homes, questions would be asked. Dr. Zaaijer thought that Herbert and Margo got off easy. They were returned to their original personalities and sent home. They would have to explain to their families where they had been and what they had been doing, but that wasn't Dr. Zaaijer's problem. The real hookers were given the money that Herbert and Margo had earned and whatever else had been in their wallets when they arrived at Dr. Zaaijer's office and sent on their way. None of the people involved remembered even being in Dr. Zaaijer's office. Chapter 11 After their encounter, both Ryan and Steve returned to their rooms. They both wanted to get out of the clothes they were wearing. Neither wanted their parents to know anything about it. For the first time since he started, Steve didn't wear a diaper to bed and turned off the receiver to Cherie's baby monitor. Ryan who was wearing his school's cheer leading uniform, including opaque nude tights, had to wash up in the bathroom. He had to remove the makeup from his face. It didn't take too long before all vestiges of his secret were gone. He hid the cheer leading uniform in a black plastic bag tied in a knot and put into the bottom of his knapsack. Ryan was scared that his secret was out. The only other person who knew about any part of it was his girlfriend (now his BFF) Stacy. He had confided in her everything. She knew he was gay and loved to wear woman's apparel. He didn't have much opportunity until he met her, but he loved it nevertheless. She knew the real him. Everyone else thought he was a typical teenaged boy. He hung out with the boys and dated girls. But that wasn't the case. His entire life was an act. He wished he could be with the girls. He loved the clothes they wore and the things they did. He didn't consider himself a girl and he didn't want to be a girl, but he was a romantic and liked to know about who is dating who. He couldn't tell anyone how much he really loved rom-coms, and was ambivalent to action movies which hadn't any heart. Boys seemed to like silly things like sports and stupid jokes. Ryan feigned an interest in all these things. But he didn't care much about them at all. But at least it let him be close to the person he truly loved, Wilson. Wilson was supposedly his best friend, but what he really was to Ryan was his first and strongest crush. Ryan thought that most of his male friends were sexy in their own way, but Wilson was something special. They had known each other forever, but Ryan still had butterflies in his stomach when he was around him. Even when Wilson made silly 'fart' jokes which Ryan hated. Ryan had confessed everything to his BFF Ashley after speaking with Dr. Zaaijer. She knew everything, that he was gay, that he wanted to wear women's clothing, his crush on Wilson and how he truly felt about her. Ryan loved Ashley as much as he could and they were very close but he could never have any sexual feelings for her. It was a difficult conversation, but afterwards in many ways Ryan was closer with Ashley now than he had ever been before meeting Dr. Zaaijer and they were dating. The next day at school, Ryan found Ashley. He returned her uniform to her in the black bag that was tied closed with two knots. ?Hey Ashley, this is yours,? Ryan said. ?How did it go?? ?Not as well as I had hoped.? ?What happened?? ?Not here, we'll talk about it after school. I want to get you alone.? Ashley knew something was wrong. She knew him so well. He had something he really wanted to tell her, but he couldn't while there were people around. ?OK, see you at my house after school?? ?Yeah, I'll see you then.? Then Ryan was gone. He had to put up his straight man routine with his friends. It was an act he knew very well. He did it every day. It was only with Ashley that he could be his true self. At the end of the school day, Wilson asked, ?Ryan, gonna hang out with me and the guys?? ?I can't. Ashley invited me over to her house.? ?Gonna do the nasty?? ?What d you think?? Ryan liked to insinuate sex with Ashley. But he would never come right out and say it. He respected her too much. She didn't mind what he said. She knew it was guy talk. ?I know what you want to do.? Ryan left the school with Ashley. ?What did you want to tell me?? Ashley asked on the way to her house. ?Not here, when we're alone,? was the reply. ?What happened?? ?Steve saw me wearing the uniform,? Ryan said in a panic. Ryan needed to talk to Ashley all day, but he couldn't. There were too many people around. He couldn't tell her in a text message either. If anyone saw what he said the cat would be out of the bag and Ryan wasn't ready for that. ?But you said no one was going to be home.? ?That's what I thought, but he was there. The house was dark and I didn't see him until it was too late. I had taken off my coat and when I turned on the lights he was there. He saw me.? ?Oh my god! Did he tell your parents?? ?No, he was wearing Cherie's diaper and nothing else. We sort of have an understanding.? ?An agreement?? ?Not exactly. We really didn't talk about it. We sort of just avoided each other since I got home. But I doubt he'll say anything.? ?Than you have nothing to worry about. So he saw you dressed. You saw him too.? ?I suppose. Dressed hey that reminds me. I really like your outfit. I have never seen you in that blouse with those leggings.? Ryan always noticed Ashley's apparel. But he never told her what he thought until they could be alone. He didn't want anyone to get any ideas. ?Thank you,? she said and gave Ryan a kiss on the cheek. ?I was trying something new. The girls liked it too. I think I'll try these new combinations more often. I know what'll lift your spirits.? ?You mean?? ?Yes another makeup lesson. You get dressed and I'll give you another lesson. What lesson is that number 624?? No one counted the lessons, but both enjoyed them. Ashley sometimes even tried things on Ryan that she hadn't tried on herself to see how it looked. Both adjourned to Ashley's room to get changed. Ashley wanted to put on something more comfortable. Ryan wanted to put on his femme apparel. The clothes did actually belong to Ryan, he purchased them and was the only one who wore them. In their frequent shopping trips (trips Ryan complained to his buddies about) Ryan selected a small wardrobe of women's apparel. It was everything he needed. The clothes would be stored at Ashley's house with her own clothing. No one in Ashley's family would suspect that they weren't just her clothing as they were intermixed with her stuff. Ashley and Ryan got naked in front of each other and didn't think anything about it. Ryan had never seen Ashley naked when they were dating for real, now it wasn't any big deal. Ashley's naked body held no interest for him. Ryan put on his panties and padded-bra and anything else he felt like wearing today. He knew where they were kept in Ashley's room. He rarely wore any of Ashley's apparel preferring to wear what he had purchased himself. When they were properly dressed, Ashley announced, ?What should I show you how to do today?? Besides having his own apparel, Ryan also had his own makeup. His skin tone was different than Ashley's, plus what worked well on her face didn't necessarily work well on his. And of course, since he was a guy, different areas of his face had to be emphasized and deemphasized to bring out his natural beauty. After the lesson, Ashley and Ryan snuggled on the couch and watched a soap opera that had been recorded while they were in school. ?You know Ryan,? Ashley said, ?if you weren't gay you would be the perfect boyfriend.? ?If I wasn't gay I would snap you up in a minute.? Ryan and Ashley cuddled closer. Ashley could see Ryan's feet and toes past hers. ?You think I should paint your toes?? she asked. ?Naaa, I'd have to remove it before going home anyway. Why bother.? ?You have great legs, they would look better with painted toes. I wish I had your legs.? ?Why? I think your legs are fine.? ?Then I would be tall like you. I would be the tall cheer leader in the middle not the short one on the end.? ?You look great to me.? ?I love you so much.? ?I love you too. Hey we have been talking only about me. How's it going with your family?? ?You know, I keep telling you. Mom wants grandma to move in with us. She says grandma was been all alone since grandpa died. Dad doesn't want that.? ?I can see his point.? ?But it's gotten worse since Dad lost his job Especially since Mom says grandma can help pay the bills.? ?She can?? ?Yeah, she still works. She's old enough to retire, but as I told you she's a buyer for a clothing boutique.? ?Yeah I remember now.? ?Anyway, Mom wants grandma here, dad is against it and they argue all the time.? ?Do you think they'll get a divorce?? ?No, but that doesn't make it any better.? ?Maybe they should go see Dr. Zaaijer. He's a family therapist. He certainly helped my family. If it wasn't for him I would be denying my true self.? ?You still sort of are. I mean no one knows your secret except me,? Ashley reminded him. ?In time I'll tell everyone.? ?You should at least talk to Steve. Get everything out in the open. He sort of already knows anyway.? ?You might be right. But what about your parents and seeing Dr. Zaaijer.? ?I don't know, money is tight.? ?I'm sure he could work something out. Dr. Zaaijer is that type of doctor. You know the ones that care more about helping people than getting paid.? ?I don't know. I'll think about suggesting it. But it's getting late. You should get out of this and back into your guy clothes.? ?If I must,? Ryan said wearily. Chapter 12 ?Ryan, I want to talk to you for a second,? Lea said as he entered the house. Ryan feared for the worst. ?Dr. Zaaijer called and he wants to meet with the family without Cherie. He wants to know how we are all handling the changes both separately and as a family.? ?Oh, that seems OK.? ?Friday we are all going to get together and go to Dr. Zaaijer's office. We'll tell him how we feel. You know. I told him everything seems fine, but he wants to make sure. I guess it couldn't hurt.? ?Is that all?? ?No, there's one more thing. Since we'll all be gone, we'll need someone to babysit for Cherie. Do you know anyone? Cherie's old babysitter is just to weirded out by the whole thing to do it. I have asked.? ?Well there is Ashley's friend Aisha. I heard she is looking for babysitting jobs.? ?Do you have her number?? ?I could ask Ashley.? ?Great get me the number and numbers of anyone else you can think of and I'll hire someone.? On the day of the appointment, Aisha was right on time. Lea gave Aisha all the needed information: cell phone numbers, emergency numbers, what Cherie's bedtime was, what was her favorite toys and anything else that a babysitter would need. Then the family left Cherie alone with a stranger for the first time since the accident. Paul had always liked Aisha. She was his brother's age so he never said anything. Besides he had his own girlfriend. Paul never admitted his feelings for her, not even to himself and so they were never removed from his mind when Dr. Zaaijer got to him. But what was removed from Paul's mind was any restraint as he now has the restraint of a two year old. Lea introduced Aisha to Cherie. Aisha had a big smile on her face when she saw her. She had known him before the accident although they didn't have much interaction. Aisha same as the rest of the neighborhood knew all about what happened to Paul. There was no way to avoid it. She accepted what happened and tried to think of Cherie as just a two year old girl. It also didn't hurt that Lea was paying Aisha double the regular babysitting rate to watch her. When Cherie saw Aisha, she immediately liked her. She seemed so friendly. Aisha got down on the floor with her and played with her plushies. Seeing that Cherie was getting along well with Aisha, she left the room. She gathered her family and left the house. She thought that it would be best for Cherie not to notice her entire family were leaving. Cherie was innocently playing with Aisha, but she felt old feelings she didn't understand. She seemed to avoid eye contact preferring to look at Aisha's large breasts. In her diaper, her penis was hard for the first time since the accident. Her diaper was thick and bulky so Aisha had no way of knowing. She didn't even think such a thing could happen. When Aisha pulled her in for a hug, Cherie enjoyed the feeling of Aisha's breasts on her flat male chest. Then she broke away, Cherie reached out for Aisha's breasts with her hands. Cherie didn't know how to squeeze them like a man would, it seemed like an innocent (if there is such a thing) grope of her breasts. ?No, no,? Aisha said forcefully, ?nice girls don't do that.? as she pushed Cherie's hands away. Cherie didn't understand why she was being yelled at and started to cry. To make Cherie feel better, Aisha gave her another hug. She then distracted Cherie once she stopped crying with a bribe of some candy. The rest of the visit was uneventful. Cherie's boner had even gone down by the time she needed a diaper change. Aisha never knew how hard Cherie had been. During her sleep, Cherie had some strange dreams. Dreams that all centered on Aisha. She touched her in the dream in many places besides her breasts, she also in her dream kiss Aisha with her tongue all over. This was the first wet dream Cherie had since the accident. Although no one noticed since she had had it in her diaper, a diaper that was wet in the morning. At Dr. Zaaijer's office, the Femrite family sans Cherie were waiting in his office. Ryan and Steve was led into his inner office and quickly put until his hypnosis. ?Any problems?? Dr. Zaaijer inquired. Ryan told him of what happened when he returned home in drag and Steve saw him. Both brothers were concerned about being discovered by the other. ?Listen to me,? Dr. Zaaijer began. ?You are siblings and you must support each other. You don't find anything out of the ordinary with what you saw. It is all perfectly normal. That doesn't mean you should let each other's secrets out. But what does mean is that you will help one another. Ryan when you are alone with Steve, you will treat him just like you treat Cherie. You will turn on his video, let him play with toys, change his diapers, read him a story to put him a sleep and make sure he doesn't get into trouble. He wants to be treated like a two year old girl and you don't have a problem with that. It's no different that Cherie in her old body or new body. It is simply who he is. Steve, you aren't prejudiced in any way. Your brother is gay but that doesn't matter to you. You love him anyway. If he wants to wear pretty clothes, especially when babysitting you that is perfectly OK. You don't find it strange or funny, it is just a fact, just like he has brown hair and blue eyes, no different.? When he was done with the children, it was time for the adults to be instructed by the doctor. They were put under hypnosis just as fast as their children were. ?Any problems?? ?Well I can't put my finger on it,? Randy said, ?but something is wrong with Steve.? ?What do you mean?? ?He seems to be spending too much time with Cherie. He doesn't seem to be spending any time with friends his own age. Not like he used to. He is always just playing or being around Cherie. It doesn't seem natural.? ?Randy, everything in your house is totally normal under the circumstances,? Dr. Zaaijer commanded Randy to believe. ?You don't see anything wrong with any of your children or even your wife. You accept things as perfectly normal and quite ordinary. If you have any concerns it's with yourself. All women you encounter, at work, as your neighbors, random acquaintances and strangers you see in the street have no interest to you. You will be polite and cordial around them, but one is pretty much the same as all the others. Men on the other hand, you will start to notice their appearance. You will find some quite handsome. Other's will seem even more than that, you might think they are sexy. They may even seem arousing. You notice their looks, their broad shoulders, their legs, their smiles, their butts and especially their crotch. It is quite common for you to look at a man's crotch and wonder how big he is. You sometimes imagine what a man looks like naked. A well dressed man, is more appealing to you than a woman in a bikini. You are slightly concerned about these thoughts, but you don't do anything to curb them. As far as you remember you had always felt this way and you always will.? Then to Lea Dr. Zaaijer told her,?You think your entire family is totally normal. You love them all. Anything you might find odd about them, you will ignore. It doesn't matter what. If Randy over here pulls down his pants in the middle of the living room, and I'm not saying you should Randy, and wacks off staring at a picture of some teen heartthrob you won't find any of that disturbing at all. That goes for all of your children, no matter what they do or anything you discover that might seem odd, you will ignore it and then forget it happened in the first place. You are a happy woman with a typical family.? Dr. Zaaijer was happy with the session. Each of the family would live their new lifestyle without any problems from anyone else. The children could get more daring in their pursuits and their parents wouldn't have any problem with it. Dr. Zaaijer just hoped that Randy wouldn't get into any fights with the men around him. Chapter 13 Aisha felt weird babysitting Cherie. She thought she could handle it, but something kept nagging at her. Cherie was very touchy. She seemed to like to touch Aisha's breasts as well as other parts of her body. Aisha knew children did that. She was sure that other two year olds grabbed her breasts. They didn't know any better, but it was strange when an adult man did it. Aisha hoped it was harmless, Cherie acted like a normal two year old in all other respects but Aisha couldn't get over it. She determined not to babysit again. When the family got home, Aisha explained her problem to Lea. Lea realized that she was without a babysitter again. She could understand the problem. Cherie wasn't your typical two year old girl...not anymore. Lea knew it would be hard to find a babysitter for Cherie. But that didn't mean she didn't need time alone for herself. She couldn't watch Cherie everyday all the time. She had only one solution. Lea called Ryan and Steve to talk to them. She knew they were good caring boys who would help out. But she didn't want to put too much of a burden on Ryan (the oldest) alone. ?Look, we have a unique situation with Cherie and babysitters. Cherie is physically older than almost any babysitter I could hire and well she's not your typical two year old to say the least. I can't go on like I have forever. I need some help and some time to myself. For example, when I go to the salon, I can't just leave Cherie in the playroom with all the other children there and I can't watch her while my hair is under the dryer. I need some help.? ?I understand Mom.? ?So I am going to need you two to pitch in.? ?Anything.? ?I want you two to babysit for Cherie sometimes. Now I don't expect just Ryan to do it all the time. Steve you are old enough and I know you have the maturity to handle the responsibility. You are also so wonderful with Cherie. So I'm going to alternate between you; sometimes it will be Steve and sometimes it will be Ryan. So the other one can hang out with their friends and do what he wants.? ?I don't think there will be a problem there.? You guys are great, give Mom a great big hug.? When the first opportunity to babysit came along, Ryan was assigned. But Steve decided to stay to.? ?I think we should always do it together,? Steve said. ?I can be with Cherie all the time to keep her occupied. You can do what you want.? Steve meant Ryan could dress in drag like he wanted. ?What's the catch?? ?Well while I'm there I want you to treat me like you treat Cherie. You know diaper and dress me, make my meals, whatever else I need. It won't be any big deal for you since you will be doing it for Cherie anyway.? ?That just means I'll have two babies not just one.? ?But Cherie and I will keep each other company, so you won't have to.? Steve convinced Ryan, especially this first time since it was Ryan's turn anyway. ?What I'm going to do,? Ryan informed Steve, ?is to go up and get dressed. Once I'm ready then I'll change you and we can start.? Ryan had moved some of his femme clothes to the house. They were hidden in the back of his drawers. He thought he was keeping it a secret from Lea (as well as all other indications that he was a cross-dressing homosexual.) But he didn't have to worry about that any more, Lea had been directed by Dr. Zaaijer to ignore any of the family's odd tendencies. Se would either justify to her self what she saw/heard. Or if that was impossible she would just ignore it like it wasn't there. Ryan could walk around the house in drag and full makeup and Lea wouldn't notice. The same went for Steve he could be wearing only a saggy wet diaper and Lea wouldn't care what he was wearing. For that matter, Lea didn't notice how many diapers she was going through. Steve wore at least two diapers a day, sometimes more if he could use them properly. But Lea had a blinder on when it came to these things. That didn't mean that Ryan and Steve didn't attempt to hide their true natures. Ryan put on panties with a matching padded bra. Over that he wore a pretty multicolored leggings print with a cute top with a ruched neck. On his feet he didn't wear socks but he did wear ballet flats. With a little light makeup that he quickly applied with a practiced hand, he was dressed like a typical teenaged girl. Once he was dressed, he came down and fetched Cherie and Steve. He checked Cherie's diaper it was still clean so he undressed Steve like he would have Cherie, changed him into a diaper and put him into one of her outfits. There wasn't any reason for shoes nor socks, neither liked to wear them and would take them off at their first opportunity. Both were returned to the living room to play. Ryan watched TV while the two 'toddlers' played in front of him. Ryan thought this situation would work out well. Steve kept an eye out for them, but he didn't need to worry too much, with Ryan always around, Cherie was always occupied and neither would get into too much trouble. While texting his best friend who he fantasized was his boyfriend, Ryan caught a glimpse of Steve in his baby dress. For a moment he thought that Steve looked cute. But he would look better in maybe a skirt with some layered shirts. A little makeup would bring out his eyes and cheeks. Ryan was becoming quite an expert on women's apparel now that he wore it as much as he could. Ryan tried to bring up how much better Steve would look with mature clothing, but Steve said, ?Me no wanna. Me a baby.? Then he put his thumb into his mouth and started to suck. Lea always called to say she was coming home so there was always plenty of time to return to their regular clothes. Ryan and Steve babysat many times. Lea did need some time to herself. Regardless they didn't mind anyway. Ryan enjoyed wearing his femme clothes and showing his feminine side. Not that he thought of himself as a girl. Ryan didn't see anything wrong with wearing girl's clothing especially since he was a closeted homosexual. But he couldn't understand why anyone would want to wear diapers if they didn't have to. While Steve was on the changing table, just after pulling off his tabs, Ryan asked him, ?You really like wearing diapers?? ?I do.? ?But you have to piss yourself.? ?That is sort of the point.? ?Doesn't it get uncomfortable?? ?No the diapers sop it all up. It feels great.? ?Great?? ?Yeah, I really enjoy it.? ?And being treated like a two year old. You are just pretending. You don't want to be treated like that all the time?? Ryan asked while finishing wiping Steve's privates. ?I do, I wish I could be just like Cherie.? ?But if that was true, then you wouldn't be able to go to school, be with your friends, go where you want. You know grow up.? ?I don't want to grow up. No one wants to go to school. My 'friends' as you call them, don't like to play like I do. Even having you change me. I feel like royalty, it's so cool not to have to do anything. All I do is play. If I don't like something I can just cry. There is no holding back. You should try it, it is so much fun.? Steve couldn't say anything about what Ryan was wearing, as he was wearing girl's clothing too. Baby girl clothing but still girl's apparel. ?I don't understand why anyone would want to be treated like a baby all the time.? ?I just like it. Does Ashley know you a sissy?? ?I'm not a sissy.? ?You wear girl's clothing.? ?But I'm not a sissy, I just like to wear this stuff. I think I look pretty in it.? Ryan never told Steve that he was gay. But despite that and that he wore women's apparel he didn't consider himself a sissy. ?OK, not a sissy, does she know you wear dresses?? Steve had forgotten that he discovered Ryan's secret when he was coming home from Ashley's. ?Of course she knows. She knows everything about me. She's my best friend.? ?What about Wilson? Does he know?? ?No I haven't told him. He couldn't understand.? Wilson is the person Ryan really has a crush on although Wilson thinks they are really good friends. Wilson doesn't know that Ryan fantasizes of him and Wilson in a real relationship. ?We are all done,? Ryan continued as he fastened the tabs on Steve's diaper. You can get down now and play.? ?Dank oo baba,? Steve said in a babyish voice. While Ryan and Steve were babysitting, Lea wasn't with her friends as she said she was. She liked to go to high school sporting events and watch the cheerleaders. She wished she was like them, especially those with big breasts and little intelligence. She thought they had the life. They didn't have to worry about anything. They didn't have any responsibilities. All they had to do was look pretty and jump around. She had a very low and high opinion of them at the same time. It appealed to her to get all pretty and jump around exciting a crowd. They would scream a few dumb slogans and even if they messed up the choreography who cared as long as they looked cute doing it. She knew they were in high school, but that didn't mean they were learning anything. After all, almost all the sentences they uttered had the word 'like' in it. She wished that was her: big tits, small brains and no responsibilities. She couldn't just become a bimbo, it was too late. But she could do some things, she determined to start wearing push up bras and thongs instead of the 'sensible' underwear she usually wore. Looking over the cheerleaders to determine the one she liked the best (the dumbest one with the biggest tits.) Lea saw a very pretty one who seemed to be going through the motions but whose heart wasn't in it. Her smile looked forced. Little did Lea know that this girl have been to Dr. Zaaijer's office a while back. Chapter 13 Christi Shine was a very pretty girl when she entered Dr. Zaaijer's office. The guidance counselor at her school, Mrs. Atkinson suggested that she visit. No one knew that Mrs. Atkinson did everything that Dr. Zaaijer told her, she belonged to him. But that is another story. Christi felt the world owed her. She had everyone tied around her little finger. With her pretty looks, vivacious personality and flirty nature she could get whatever she wanted from those around her. She had supple breasts, a tight waist and firm thighs to go with doe eyes and pouty lips. She did work hard at her cheerleading, not because she had to but because she wanted to. Christi's English teacher gave her a grade that she deserved but didn't like. Christi went to complain to the counselor that the teacher inappropriately touched her and Mrs. Atkinson sent her to Dr. Zaaijer. It took her some time to decide upon an outfit. She had to decide between the degree of sexiness and modesty in her outfit. It was a light pink number which showed a hint of cleavage and went down to just above her knees. Dr. Zaaijer put her under his control quickly and found that she was lying about the whole thing. Not that that mattered. He was going to screw with her life anyway. Under hypnosis, Dr. Zaaijer dictated the changes to Christi's identity. ?Christi, you haven't any memory of any of your accusations. What you do know is how you were before you entered my office. You are a handsome man with a deep voice in your twenties. You have a wife who you love and two children you adore. That is who you are and who you expect to be. Finally no matter what you want to do, you cannot hurt me or yourself in any way.? Dr. Zaaijer changed who Christi thought she was, but didn't make any other changes to her mind including her personality nor her memory. Then he woke her from her trance. ?Ah I see you are awake now,? Dr. Zaaijer said. ?I have fixed your problem, you needn't worry about being arrested.? ?Arrested? What are you talking abo...,? Christi said. ?My voice what happened to my voice?? she said in an even higher pitch than she just used as panic entered her speech. ?That's what I did, I changed your life. I am very powerful. I changed reality. Everything about you has changed. For example, what is your name??.? ?My name is Christi..? then a second later she continued, ?wait that can't be my name, I don't have a girl's name, do I.? But that was the only name she remembered. She looked down and saw her breasts and her hands. She instinctively moved her small hands to her breasts. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. ?You are Christi Shine, sixteen years old a junior in high school. You live with your parents and you are a cheerleader. That is what everyone thinks.? ?That isn't me. I'M A MAN.? ?I think you can tell you aren't a man. Not anymore.? Christi needed a mirror, she needed to know what she looked like. But before she did, she had something to check first. She reached her hand to her crotch and screamed, ?IT'S GONE!? ?Of course it is, as far as everyone knows it never existed. You're a girl.? ?I'm not. I'm a man. Change me back.? ?No.? ?Then I'll call the police, tell them what you did.? ?Tell them what? No one will believe you. Everyone thinks you have always been a girl. You have parents and friends, people from the neighborhood all know you and all will say you are Christi, a teenaged girl. If you make a fuss they will lock you up. Is that what you want to be locked up in a loony bin?? ?No, I want to be me.? ?I assure you, you are you.? What what about my wife, my family?? ?They don't remember you.? ?I'll find them, I'll make them remember.? ?What are their names? It'll be hard to find them if you don't know their names.? Christi tried hard to think, she couldn't remember her family. She remembered her mother and father, but not her 'wife' but she knew she had one. ?Besides,? Dr. Zaaijer continued, ?Christi my dear, you don't like girl's anymore do you?? He was right. The thought of being with a woman disgusted her. She was a straight girl. Christi started to tear up. ?There, there. Why don't you go home and drown your sorrows like girls do in a quart of rocky road ice cream. Or call one of your friends and just talk. But don't tell her about you really being a man. She'll think you are sick. The ice cream is probably your best choice until you can come to terms with your new life.? ?My new life?? ?Yes, your new life as a typical pretty cheerleader in high school.? Dr. Zaaijer gave Christi a tissue to blow her nose and wipe her tears. ?But I don't want to be a girl. I want to be myself.? ?You have to get over it. This is who you are now. At least you are pretty. Maybe you can make a life out of it.? A question occurred to Christi. ?Why did you do this to me?? ?You did something very bad. But I removed that. Not only from your memory, but from everyone's memory too. It's as if it never happened. As I said you don't have to worry about the police anymore.? ?Did I hurt someone?? ?It's all forgotten. This is the new you. You should go home now.? Christi thought about her home, her parents her life. ?It wasn't a bad life, but she knew it wasn't hers. She was a man, not a girl or even a teen. She was stuck back in high school and this time,? she thought, ?she would have to do it as a girl.? ?If...if I am good? Will you turn me back?? Christi definitely wanted to get back to a life she didn't remember but she believed was her REAL life. ?I'm afraid this is permanent. You have to go.? ?Can I at least see what I look like?? ?Of course,? then he handed her a mirror. Christi looked at her face streaked with tears. She admitted it was very pretty. She could do worse, but it wasn't the face she wanted. She wanted a man's face. She wanted her own face even though she didn't know what that face would look like. This face seemed familiar. She knew it was hers when she first saw it, but she knew that couldn't be right. It was all a trick. This isn't her. She shouldn't be a she at all. After a moment, Dr. Zaaijer reiterated softly, ?You have to go now.? Christi left the office and headed home. Chapter 15 Ryan was feeling pretty good. He discovered he liked babysitting. He could do it wearing all his femme clothes without hiding them. Wearing his femme clothes was alright, he liked it, but if he did it while babysitting then he felt useful. He wasn't wearing femme clothes just to wear them, but he was wearing them as part of doing what he normally did. It was true that he couldn't wear them with his friends (except Ashley) but this was the next step. As far as Wilson, his unrequited love, things were going well there too. He couldn't tell him that he was gay and that he loved him. It was too early for that. If Wilson didn't love him back that would destroy Ryan. He didn't want to come out just yet. But he did spend a lot of time with Wilson. He would find reasons to touch him. There were plenty of high-fives, back pats and butt slaps. Ryan would do them at appropriate times as to not give himself away. But each felt good to him in a way that only someone in love would feel. Wilson not seeing anything wrong with this would sometimes initiate his own pats and slaps to Ryan's delight. Ryan was very clever in the way he would get close to Wilson, even though he didn't have to, Ryan would maneuver himself in crowded buses (or other places) such that his body would be in direct contact with Wilson's. Sometimes, Wilson would push him away, which would result in some playful punching and slapping which was just as nice to Ryan. Ryan knew it would be just a matter of time before he would tell Wilson how he felt. Wilson had just broken up with his girlfriend which gave Ryan an opportunity to tell him to move the relationship to a new level. He just had to find the right time. Steve was also happy with his situation. With Ryan acting as babysitter, Steve could live out his toddler girl fantasies. He was having someone change his diaper for real. Steve knew that while Ryan was babysitting he would treat Steve and Cherie exactly the same. It wasn't just the obvious thing like the aforementioned diaper change, but all the little things too. Ryan wouldn't let Steve do the simplest things that he wouldn't let Cherie do. If Steve got too close to an electrical outlet or if Steve tried to leave the room to a place where Ryan couldn't watch him (such as Steve's own room) Ryan would call out. There were a hundred little things that teenaged Steve could do that Ryan wouldn't allow. Steve loved it. After a while, Steve started thinking, Steve was too much of a boys name. He should be called something else. How about Stevie, or better yet Stevi. It's true he wouldn't be spelling it out, but in his mind it would be spelled that way, even though when Steve was acting like a toddler, he couldn't spell at all. He didn't even know the alphabet. The final thing Steve wanted to do was soil his diapers. He had peed in them many times, but he found it hard to poo. He was obviously potty trained and so it was unnatural to poo in his diapers without trying. But if he purposefully tried to poo, then he wouldn't be a toddler that pooed naturally. Steve decided the only way to do it was to take a laxative in the morning on the day Ryan would be babysitting. He sort of felt sorry that Ryan would have to clean up all that sticky, watery mess but it was what he wanted. Besides Cherie had diarrhea sometimes so Ryan should be used to it. Steve hadn't taken the laxative yet, but soon he would. ?Ryan, can I ask you something?? Steve inquired while Ryan was changing him. How Steve asked him was strange. Usually when Steve was dressed like a toddler, Steve talked like a toddler too. ?Sure what is it?? ?Ryan, can you give me a bath. You know like how Mom or Dad gives Cherie a bath?? ?You want me to give you a bath?? ?Yeah.? ?I don't even give Cherie a bath.? ?I know, but it's not like I can ask Mom to do it. I want to know what it feels like.? ?I don't think so.? ?Why not. I won't be of any trouble,? Steve said hopefully. ?While I am bathing you, who'll be watching Cherie?? ?You can bath us together.? ?I don't know if you both will fit in the tub, you are pretty big for toddlers. Besides I really don't want to do it.? ?Please!? ?No.? ?OK, OK, if you won't bathe me. Can you at least dress me in white tights?? ?Tights? I don't remember the last time Cherie wore tights...not even before the accident when she was small. Hell I'm not even sure if she has some in her drawers.? ?She does, I saw them.? ?What has come over you?? ?I just want to experience it all.? ?OK, if you want to wear tights, than you have to wear shoes too. Don't take them off.? ?I won't I promise.? ?Where are the tights?? ?In the middle drawer in the back.? Ryan found them. He knew how to put them on properly. He didn't wear them often, but Ashley had taught him some time back. He hadn't ever put them on someone else, but it was probably easier than putting them on his own legs the few times he tried. Ryan returned with the tights, they were white of course. They were opaque in his hand, but a bit translucent as they were stretched to be pulled up Steve's legs. Steve had been wearing only a diaper and a baby dress. Ryan balled one leg of the hose in his hands and then pulled it over Steve's foot and then up to his calf, then he did the same with the other side. He inched the hose up to his knees on one side then the other, then up to his thighs and finally over his diaper, smoothing it out on top. Steve enjoyed the feel and had a big smile on his face. Cherie who was playing with her toys saw this and came over to Ryan while he was dressing Steve. ?I wanna wear dose too,? Cherie said. Maybe later.? ?No I wanna wear dose now!? Cherie demanded. Ryan knew Cherie well enough that if he didn't indulge her she might throw a fit. ?OK Sweetie, let me finish with Stevi and I'll get some for you too.? Cherie waited for Ryan to be done. After pulling the hose into place, Ryan had Steve sit up on the changing table. Then he found a pair of mary janes (black in color of course) and put them on his feet. He fastened the strap and reminded Steve, ?Don't take these off.? Then he scooted Steve off the changing table and put Cherie into tights as she requested. It didn't take long before Cherie decided she didn't like tights and tried to pull them off which wasn't easy for her. Ryan helped her out so she wouldn't rip them. But he 'demanded' that Steve stay in his with his shoes the entire time he was dressed. Cherie was the most confused of the three brothers. Ever since Aisha babysat she had these strange dreams she had never felt before. In them Aisha would babysit again and this time she would touch her all over. While having these dreams inside her diaper her penis would get hard. She had her first wet dream since the accident, not that she remembered most of it in the morning. Nor did anyone recognize the spunk in her diaper. She was simply changed in the morning regardless of her diaper's state. Cherie wished Aisha would babysit again. When she asked Mommy, she would say that Aisha wants to babysit, but she is very busy and just can't. Lea wasn't going to tell Cherie that her babysitter felt strange around her. There was no reason to hurt Cherie's feelings or make her feel self conscious. Cherie was disappointed at the answer and would pout. But Lea knew how to distract Cherie getting her out of her pout. Chapter 16 After leaving Dr. Zaaijer's office, Christi walked towards home. But she knew it wasn't her real home. She had a real home somewhere out there, where she was the man of the house. She had a wife who she loved and child she adored. She knew all these things, but she couldn't remember their names. She couldn't remember her own real name or even what she really should look like. But that didn't mean that it didn't exist. Instead of heading straight home, to meet some people she shouldn't know, she decided to get some ice cream as suggested. She knew it would make her feel better. She had the money in her purse. She had slung the purse over her shoulder when she left the doctor's office without thinking about it. It was perfectly natural to her. She looked down and saw the dress she was wearing. She saw the tops of her breasts peaking out over her bodice. She knew she was wearing a bra. Even though the bra couldn't be seen. It was hidden under the dress, but it did it's job displaying the tops of her breast out for show. Not that they would sag too much if she didn't wear one, she was still only sixteen years old. The dress like this was so tight in the legs that it should restrict her walk, but her stride was short enough to accommodate them. She could see her nylon clad legs under the skirt part of her dress. She wore nude pantyhose, even though she knew black or near black would be a better compliment with the dress she chose. She hated wearing pantyhose. She didn't usually wear them, but she thought it was best to wear them to meet the doctor. She wanted something from him, but that was a lie. That was also the supposed reason she wore a heel that was slightly higher than was needed to walk comfortably in. She knew when she entered the doctor's office, she was a man, not this silly girl. As she watched her walk, she realized like everything else, it was part of her persona. She had practiced walking years ago until she got it right. It was all part of the package, she knew her butt swung from side to side with each stride. Her arms were kept close to her body with her arms at right angles and her hands hanging loosely from her wrists, all swinging subtly with her stride. She didn't always walk this way. Not when she was a little girl, but she had practiced it so much it was totally natural now. Everything was so well coordinated that even her panties matched her bra. This was important even though no one was going to see her panties today. She knew, even though she couldn't feel it, that she was wearing a panty liner. Her period wasn't for another few days, but you have to be careful just in case she spotted prematurely. The thought of having a period disgusted her, even though she could remember having one for over five years and she certainly knew what to expect. It was one of many things she knew now, that she didn't know before. Or at least she thought she shouldn't remember. She decided to think about the life she now has. She marveled at the detail of her 'new' memories. She could remember her entire life. She could remember when she was a little girl. She remembered the toys she used to play with. She remembered her juvenile birthday parties with all her friends. She didn't want to invite any boys, but her mother insisted. She remembered vacations with her family. She knew all of these memories were fake, they didn't belong to her. Maybe they were someone else's but it couldn't be hers, she was a man. She remembered being told she was pretty, how it used to make her feel good. But then as she grew up she learned to use her looks to her advantage. How to use smiles, pouts and tears to get what she wanted. She remembered how going through puberty changed her from being cute to being gorgeous. How her breasts swelled and her hips became curvy and how to use makeup to accentuate her pouts and smiles she had learned earlier to have more of an effect especially on men. She remembered the men in her life. There were many. She played most of them for a fool. She got from them what she wanted and when she was done with them she would toss them aside. There were a few that she did care for. Not many but there were a few. The men thought they were in control, but they weren't. She would use 'sex' to get what she wanted. When she was younger, it was just a kiss and a hug. As she got older it was more serious, but there were almost always strings to her affection. Even with those she did care for. She knew how far she would go before each date. Sometimes denying herself for her own reasons. She knew she got as horny as men did, but she needed to maintain control. While she was walking, she got a text on her phone. She fished it out of her purse instinctively to see who it was. It was Petra, one of her friends on the cheer squad. ?Whatcha up to?? was the message. Christi didn't want to answer it. Petra was one of her supposed friends, but she bad mouthed her to her other friends. There was also an incident that Petra got blamed for. Christi could have helped her but she didn't. Christi had a similar relationship with all her friends. ?My god,? she thought, ?the doctor is so detailed to put even these things in her mind.? Christi realized she wasn't a nice person. She was a person who always wanted control. Not only with men, but with her girls too. Even the girls she said were her BFFs. She did like them, but that didn't mean she didn't stab them in the back when it suited her. She made sure she would never get caught, but she was vicious. No one knew how vicious she was. On the surface, Christi realized, Dr. Zaaijer gave her a great life. She was pretty. She was sexy. She had lots of friends. She had a 'loving' family. Her grades were very good. She was wanted by men and looked up to by her peers. It seemed wonderful, but she knew it wasn't. Not really. She is selfish, ruthless and cruel all hidden in a pretty package. She hated her 'new' life. She wished she had her old life. Nothing had changed in reality. She had always been this way. But without her ego getting in the way, she could assess her life as it really was. She finally arrived at the ice cream shop. She wanted to go in an drown her troubles. But she couldn't. She knew if she did she would have to put time in exercising to keep her svelte figure. It took a lot of work to keep herself so pretty. She had to watch her diet all the time. She had to work out above what was necessary for cheerleading. Then there were all the makeups, lotions and creams that kept her face gorgeous and her skin pretty and soft. It was hours of work each week to keep herself pretty and she couldn't throw all of it off just because she wanted an ice cream. She didn't consider this to be her real life anymore, but her own self conditioning prevented her from having what she really wanted; a quart of vanilla fudge. Everyone thought that Christi had the perfect life, but she knew she didn't. Not only was her life a lie from the standpoint that she should be a married man with a child. But even if this was really her life, it was still a lie. Deciding that she didn't want the ice cream after all. Christi went home. She put on her usual smile, knowing that she was so practiced no one would know that she wasn't living just one lie, but a lie within a lie. As the days passed, Christi fell into her own life. She did what was expected of her. She didn't let anyone know how she was really feeling. She would feign happiness, concern and even love as necessary. When she went into the locker room with all the young, pretty naked women, she felt nothing. She knew what she should be feeling, controlled lust as she was a married man, but these were sexy although 'slightly' young women. She had a boyfriend that she did like and who was certainly sexy. She wanted to get some, but she was going to hold out. He would have to get her tickets to a concert she wanted to see. Only then would she give him what they both wanted. It was just another game she played with men. The thought of sex with men was exciting to her, but she knew that it wasn't real so she was deeply conflicted about it. She was holding out for something she wanted, but she knew she shouldn't want. Not to mention there was this other guy who was even sexier than her current boyfriend she would like to sleep with. Maybe she would sleep with him while waiting for her boyfriend to get her the tickets she wanted. What did it matter anyway. After a while of living the lie that was her life, she resolved to go to Dr. Zaaijer's office and beg him to return her to normal. She knew he could resist her usual charms, but she had to try. She couldn't go on this way. (Not that she could kill herself either, Dr. Zaaijer prevented that too. The thought of hurting herself physically could never occur to her.) Christi woke up, she felt lousy. She resented that she had to wake up an hour and a half earlier than she had to because she was 'now a girl.' She knew (or at least she thought she knew) that as a man she could wake up, take a quick shower and shave, dress in a suit and be off after a quick bite. That wasn't the way it was now that she was a girl. She had to wake up early and take that same shower but she couldn't rush right through it. There was all sorts of moisturizers and lotions she had to use. She couldn't just use a bar of soap, it had to be special. She even had to use a Summer's Eve product for her privates. This was all the worse since she was on her period now. Her first period since that fateful day at Dr. Zaaijer's office when he made her into this. Showering she could see her naked breasts, she could see her vagina. She could even rub them, but it didn't feel right without thinking about men. She should be like a kid in a candy store with access to her sexy naked body, but it didn't feel right unless she thought about boys. She didn't want to think about boys, she wanted to be herself a man, but she couldn't help herself. Besides she didn't have time. After the shower, she threw on a silky bathrobe. She had to blow dry and style her long hair. This was going to take twenty minutes even for the simplest pony tail. Even after the shower and the blow drying of her hair, she would still have to take a special cleanser to keep her face moisturized and free of pimples. Next she had to select an outfit. There was so much too it, even wearing simple jeans, everything had to match from her lingerie which no guy would see, to her outer clothing and her accessories. The clothing had to suit the day, what she had planned and even her mood. Not to mention that she had to wear a pad because she was having her period. She didn't want to wear a tampon, she despised putting something into her body. Only after all this was done then she had to put on makeup. Like her apparel, the makeup had to be coordinated with what she had on and how she felt. Sometimes she wanted to reflect how she felt with her apparel and makeup. Sometimes she wanted to hide how she felt with her apparel and makeup. Today was a hiding day. She felt bad. She hated her life. Everyone thought she was a great person. They wished they were here (all the girls anyway) but she knew what rotten person she was. To make matters worse she couldn't tell anyone. The best she could do was try and be nice to everyone from now on. This was increasingly difficult now that she felt irritable and tense because of her period. But she would put on a pretty smile on her painted lips and carry on. Today she couldn't wear simple jeans as she wanted. She had to dress nicely she was going to see the guidance counselor, Mrs. Atkinson. She had to convince her to get her an appointment with Dr. Zaaijer. She had to convince him to return her to her old life. The one where she is a man with a wife and child. The life that should be hers. She would do anything to return to that life. But she couldn't barge into Dr. Zaaijer's office and demand that. That wouldn't work, she had to be nice and get a regular appointment. So when she got dressed, she selected a sleeveless blouse accented by an alluring red, white and black print and a sophisticated pleated neckline. Under that she wore a classic, black, straight pencil skirt that reached the top of her knees. It was short enough for being with her friends but not too short as to seem overly sexy. Finally she wore it with a matching black blazer featuring a chic white contrast trim, clean collarless design and a sleek gold-toned zip front. It had pockets at the hips ans shoulder pads. This would give her outfit some sophistication while with Mrs. Atkinson but she didn't have to wear it during the day. Once she selected her outfit, she knew she had to wear nude pantyhose. (It had to be nude pantyhose as the rest of the outfit was already black.) Which had to be put on first. She hated wearing pantyhose. They looked great and added some maturity to any outfit, but she just hated wearing them. She put on the rest of her apparel and then selected punps with a two inch heel. Now her outfit was complete. An outfit she could wear with her 'friends' and still be dressed up quickly to see the counselor. The outfit looked great and made her look even more gorgeous, but she hated every bit of it. She longed for the days (ones she couldn't remember) when she could just wear a nice man's suit. She hoped she could get out her feminine close, her girl's body and her entire life and be who she is supposed to be. But in the meantime she'll be nice to everyone. She had to be nice to her family, nice to her friends, nice to Mrs. Atkinson and nice to Dr. Zaaijer, even though she didn't feel that way. It took all her strength to resist her true nature, especially now that she was having her period. She looked in the mirror and saw herself. She knew she was gorgeous. But before she turned away, she realized something was missing, she needed jewelry. She needed earrings, a necklace and a bracelet. She found the appropriate items and put them on, only to realize that the necklace didn't go with the rest of the outfit. She had to fetch another and try other combinations to get everything perfect. More time wasted in the morning. As she left her room and headed to start her day, she was happy about one thing, at least her pantyhose (which she still hated) didn't get a run in them. ?Another reason to hate pantyhose,? she thought. Christi left the house and met up with her friend, Nicole. Christi secretly hated Nicole but everyone thought they were good friends. Christi couldn't count the number of times, she back stabbed Nicole although she was never caught. Nicole might have done the same to Christi but Christi had never caught her on it. ?You look great,? Nicole said emphatically. ?Thanks? ?What's the occasion?? ?I want to meet with Mrs. Atkinson. I have something to ask her, I want to make a good impression? ?Oh, what is it?? ?Something personal. It doesn't effect you.? ?Awe come on and tell me.? ?You wouldn't be interested.? ?Fess up. Does it have to do with a boy?? ?No, why would I ask her about that. She's like in her forties. What does she know,? Christi said slipping into her own persona. ?Then what.? ?It's about a class I want to take.? ?So what about it.? ?I don't want to say in case it doesn't go well.? Nicole wouldn't let up. It was bothering Christi something awful. She wanted to tell her to go fuck off. But she couldn't tell her that. She wouldn't have told her that even before Dr. Zaaijer. She would just do something sneaky against her. Christi wanted to do that now, but she didn't want to be the woman she was. The woman that she thought Dr. Zaaijer made her. Besides if all went well she wouldn't have to deal with Nicole or any of the other silly teenagers again. When another girl joined their party, the conversation shifted to what Christi was wearing (Calvin Klein) from why she was dressed up in the first place. Everyone agreed though that Christi was dressed very well though, except the words they used were closer to 'you look bitchin' which meant the same thing. Christi had to wait for her appointment with Mrs. Atkinson. It was after fifth period. She was nervous about it. It didn't help that she was on her period and her friends seemed particularly annoying as she was on her best behavior. Backstabbing and 'evil' thoughts about her friends used to relieve her stress, but she couldn't do that now. She didn't want to be mean which was naturally part of her nature. Finally it was time and she headed for Mrs. Atkinson's office. Christi was glad that she didn't put a run in her pantyhose. She was careful all day. But she did have an extra pair in her purse just in case. It was there with her pads and all the other girl paraphernalia that she had to carry. She would be happy when she could give up all this girly stuff and return to her old life. She couldn't remember a thing about it, but it had to be better than the life she had now. The life of a girl who was so pretty on the outside and so evil on the inside. (A life that just a week ago she reveled in.) When she got to the office she saw Daniel Blakely being escorted out of Mrs. Atkinson's office. Daniel was one of the bullies of the school. Christi didn't have too much trouble with him as she was a girl. (Not that every girl wasn't harassed in someway by him. But she was also very popular which kept him at bay. There were boys who were stronger than Daniel, especially if there was a few of them together.) Mrs. Atkinson handed him a card. ?Now remember you have an appointment tomorrow at 4:00. There is directions to his office on the back of the card. BE ON TIME. If all goes well and I'm sure it will this whole affair will be dropped and soon forgotten.? ?It wasn't my fault.? ?I'm sure you are right. Just see him and do what he tells you and everything will be fine.? ?Thank you,? Daniel said as he left the office. Christi was shown in. ?What can I do for you?? Mrs. Atkinson asked. ?I have to see Dr. Zaaijer,? Christi said with urgency in her voice. ?What about?? ?It's private. I just have to see him.? ?Dr. Zaaijer is very busy. I can't refer everyone to him. I need to know why.? Christi couldn't tell her what was wrong exactly. It was part of her conditioning she couldn't tell anyone that she was really a married man trapped in a teenaged girl's body. When she thought about it, it did sound ridiculous even if she could say. After some pleading by Christi, Mrs. Atkinson wouldn't budge, she wouldn't make an appointment with Dr. Zaaijer. ?I just can't do it, not without knowing why.? Leaving the office, her entire being wanted to cry. She was determined to man up and not do it. But she couldn't hold out long and so she hated herself even more when she couldn't control her tears. Chapter 17 Back in the house, Ryan was babysitting for 'the two girls' Cherie and Stevi. They were both in diapers and playing like two year olds often do. Stevi always asked to be put in a dress or a skirt, whereas Cherie usually preferred to wear pants. The pants were of course girl's style pants and leggings, but she preferred them to skirts if asked. She would wear whatever they put on her. Except socks which she invariably pulled off her feet at the earliest opportunity. Cherie's encounter with Aisha had stirred some new feelings and thoughts in her. They were old thoughts that were returning. Cherie found that she could hold her pee. She didn't know what potty training was, not yet anyway, but she would hold peeing in her diaper until she couldn't hold it anymore. Then she would immediately say something about it instead of waiting until she was uncomfortable. She couldn't stand being in a wet diaper anymore. (Stevi on the other hand enjoyed the feeling of being in a wet diaper.) When it was time for milk and cookies, Cherie would pry the top of the sippy cup off and drink the milk like a 'big girl' as Ryan would say. Sometimes when she saw words (like on the package of cookies) she could read and understand them. After the snack, the trio played with a big plastic ball. They tossed it from one to the other. Cherie instinctively started to catch the ball more sure handedly than she had before. Certainly with much less effort than any two year old should. But then she decided to throw it hard overhand like she was playing dodgeball. Stevi ducked out of the way as the ball raced past him. It smacked into a lamp and knocked it over onto the ground. Cherie knowing she did something wrong, ran out of the room crying. Without thinking she ran like a man, not like a little girl. Ryan ran after her. Stevi stayed behind to see what the damage was. Ryan calmed Cherie down saying it wasn't her fault. He got her a drink of juice and then put her to bed for a nap. She held onto her stuffed zebra, Brabra as she went to sleep. She was more disturbed by her strange thoughts and memories than by the broken lamp. Chapter 18 Ashley took Ryan's advice and suggested her family see Dr. Zaaijer. She had contacted him and found out that money was not an issue. The doctor seemed very caring and very friendly. By the time she reached out to him, things had deteriorated at her house. Her parents had been arguing so much that her dad had moved out. This was extremely difficult for him (and the rest of the family) since he was unemployed. Christi was already in Dr. Zaaijer's office when Ashley's family arrived. Ashley could hear her yelling at Dr. Zaaijer through the door. ?You have to help me! I can't go on like this!? she screamed. ?Calm down what's the problem. My receptionist said you had to see me. I let you in even though we didn't have an appointment.? ?You know. You did this to me. Make me myself again.? ?I did this to you?? ?Yes.? ?How could I, we've never met before.? ?You're lying.? ?I don't know what you are talking about.? ?I'm talking about this. I'm talking about these. This isn't right, I'm supposed to be a man.? ?A man?? ?Yes, you know. Change me back.? ?Change you?? ?Yes, make me a man again!? ?I can see you are upset. But I can't help you. Maybe I could recommend someone to help with your gender dysphoria.? ?My what.? ?If you want to be a man. Then you might be a transsexual. That isn't my area of expertise.? ?I don't want to be a man! I am a man! You did this to me. I'm sorry for whatever I had done! Please return me to normal.? ?There is nothing I can do.? Dr. Zaaijer wouldn't help her. Christi was crying now besides screaming. She wanted to hit him, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. It wouldn't do much good, as Dr. Zaaijer was bigger than she was. She was stuck like this. She ran out of the office crying. Chapter 19 Ashley's entire family entered the doctor's office a few minutes later. They were all curious about what had happened, but didn't ask. Instead they explained their problem. Without a job, Richard (Ashley's father) didn't feel like much of a man. This was especially true since Brooke (Ashley's mother) wanted Agnes (Ashley's grandmother) to move in with them. Agnes, was a successful buyer for a clothing boutique and was making more money than Richard ever did. But she was living alone since her husband died. ?I want Mom to move in with us. I don't want her to be alone,? Brooke pleaded. But there was more to it than that. If she moved in, she could help with the mortgage and pay other bills. This is what Richard chaffed at. ?Your Mom is fine where she is. It's not that I don't like your mother. But I don't want to live with her.? Agnes was a take charge type person. She liked things her way. Richard didn't want to be dominated by her. He thought it would start out OK, but the longer she was there it would get worse. And once she moved in, even if Richard found a job, there would be no way to get her out again. Dr. Zaaijer had heard enough. Agnes was more of a man than Richard. The doctor would encourage this. It took only a moment for the whole family to be hypnotized and awaiting Dr. Zaaijer's instruction. ?Richard,? Dr. Zaaijer said, ?as long as you are unemployed you have to adjust. You can't be stubborn or you will lose everything. You love your family and don't want to lose them. You must move back into the family home, but you should give Brooke some space so you will move into the guest room.? Richard didn't like it, but he had to do as Dr. Zaaijer demanded. ?Since you will be the one home you have to take on the domestic responsibilities. You will cook the meals for your family. You will find you had a flair for this and enjoy it immensely. It is a hidden talent you will discover. Cooking won't seem like a chore to you, it will become a pleasure. Everyone in your family will enjoy anything you make. They will compliment you at first, but after a while it will just be assumed if you made it it will be very tasty.? Richard could burn a burger until it was as hard and black as a hockey puck and everyone would enjoy it. Continuing Dr. Zaaijer said, ?Being home you will also keep the house clean. You can't stand a house that is 'too messy.' Keeping a well maintained house makes you happy. That goes for the laundry and any other household chores you might need to do. Since you prepare the meals, you do all the grocery shopping, not the mention buying your cleaning supplies. After everyone has left for the day, you will start going to church in the mornings. Once there you will befriend the ladies that attend too. You find you have more in common with the older ladies, those at least in their seventies and especially elderly widows. They'll introduce you to the things they like and you will find enjoyment with those things too. You will join them in those activities when you can. The weekly church bingo game, afternoon talk shows, playing cards at the senior center will appeal to you. Socializing with elderly women who also enjoys these things appeals to you the most. Other activities that don't appeal to you new friends, you will lose interest in. You have lost all interest in sex, but that doesn't mean you love Brooke any less. Sexual love is for young people and you have matured enough not to care about if anymore. Without sexual love you can love Brooke more than you had been since all you have is unconditional love without the evils of jealousy. You love Brooke with all your heart. You love her fully and unconditionally. You want to support her in everything she does , but you understand it is her life. Agnes is the chief bread winner. She is supporting the family and is head of the household. You have to respect her and her decisions. You love Brooke and you want to support her in all she does. You want to listen to her and talk to her and to love her. Now that you will be taking over the domestic chores you will find you have more in common with her. You want to be close with her at an emotional level. As for Ashley, you love her with all your heart. It's important to not only tell her, you have to show her physically. Hugs, kisses and soft touches are signs of you love for her. You are getting older, you stand with a slight stoop. You should check your ears to make sure your hearing is good and it couldn't help to see a dentist.? Dr. Zaaijer didn't change Richard's gender or true age, but his role had changed from father, provider, head of the household to the emotional heart of the family. He was more like grandma than dad. Dr. Zaaijer would make sure that soon all his friends would be elderly women which he would spend the most time with. He will have all the interests and personality of an elderly lady as well as some of the ailments. Dr. Zaaijer would make sure that Richard would be walking stooped over, with a hearing aide in his ears, full dentures in his mouth, complaining about the aches in his joints. ?Agnes, only you can support the family the way it should be supported. You are the chief bread winner for the family. It's you who keeps the family safe and together. You care for everyone in the family, Brooke, Ashley, but even Richard since he means so much to the people you love. You must be strong for everyone. Recently, your love for Brooke hasn't been as robust as you have wanted it. It's because you couldn't accept her as she truly is. Brooke is a strong proud woman, you knew that, but you also know she is beautiful. What you couldn't let yourself see is that she is also very sexy and very sensual. You had denied your feelings for her but that won't be true anymore. Now that she is older you can admit it to yourself and act upon your feelings. There isn't anything wrong with your feelings. Expressing these feelings will make you closer to Brooke. But it isn't just sex, you have to show her how you feel by being romantic. Call her on the phone at random times just to tell her you love her and you have been thinking about her. Send her gifts and cards for no reason. Don't be afraid to touch her and show her how you feel, not just on the arm, but other places showing her how you feel about her and be spontaneous too. There isn't anything wrong with having a date night so you can be alone with the love of your life. With Richard home with Ashley, you haven't any problem spending a weekend alone with Brooke at a hotel. You might not even leave the room once during that weekend. Win her over everyday with romantic gestures. It's time to show her how you feel, you have waited far too long.? When Dr. Zaaijer was through with Agnes, she was the alpha of the family. She was the head of the household who needed to keep her family safe. She needed to show Brooke how she felt in every way, mentally, emotionally and especially physically. She would be as hot for Brooke as a young man on his honeymoon, but with the maturity not to let silly arguments and petty jealousies get in the way. ?Brooke,? Dr. Zaaijer said, ?you know that Agnes is the Head of the Household. You see her in a new light. You see her caring, her strength of will and her passion. You admire her. This isn't something you've seen in a long long time. She is the one who is keeping your family together, she is the one who will take care of you, Ashley and even Richard. You feel safe around her. You want to show Agnes how you feel. You will do it not only verbally but with your actions and physically too. You haven't felt this way since you were first married. You will be sharing your bed with someone you care deeply about who can protect you and provide for you and your family. If she shows any sign of romance, something you've longed for for a long time, you will just lose it. You aren't a kid anymore. You matured. You are at ease with your body and you're feelings. You've earned the right to be more adventurous. You will try new things. You will entice Agnes with sexy apparel and use new devices you mightn't have considered in the past. From dirty talk on the phone to S&M with a caring partner you are willing to try them all since you trust Agnes so much. Nothing will be out of bounds for you to try. As for Richard, you care for him and always will. You also see him in a new light. He will take care of the house so you can do what you need to do. You will find the time to communicate with him and redevelop a closeness. You will consider his advice as you know his opinions come out of love, but it is your home and Agnes is the head of that home. It is up to you and Agnes to make the final decision about the important matters for your family. You have forgiven him for everything he has done in the past. You know everyone makes mistakes. Richard has discovered new talents and interests, you will find common ground in those things such as cooking, shopping, keeping a clean house and other interests. Brooke, you are very happy with how everything turned out. You had had a tough time, but you have come through and you expect the future to be bright.? Brooke absorbed all that Dr. Zaaijer had been telling her. She now thought of Agnes as the strong, virile, head of the house hold who would keep her family safe. She would be attracted to all these things. For Brooke in many ways it was like she had just gotten married and was ready to start anew. As for Richard, Brooke now saw him as the emotional heart of the family. A person who did all the little things to keep the home running smooth. She loved him because she knew he had her best interests at heart, but she didn't see him as a sexual partner anymore. When it came to Brooke's passion she only had eyes for Agnes now. Dr. Zaaijer didn't know what to do exactly with Ashley. He had to tweak her in someway. Just accepting what was going on wasn't enough. So he decided to make one small change. ?Ashley, you realize the family is better and you can accept the new stronger relationships between, Richard, Brooke and Agnes. But as a teenager you might have your own problems. They are very hard to solve. I will help you with that, if there are anything that bother's you remember one thing, food is your friend. Food can make anything seem better. Why worry about a heartache when you have a bowl of rocky road. You aren't sure how you did at a final, have a cookie. There isn't any problem that something tasty can't make better.? Dr. Zaaijer didn't know how many problems Ashley might have, but if she had too many she probably would need a whole new wardrobe in a much larger size very soon. Of course, he could give her old apparel to Ryan if he wanted it, so that wouldn't be too much of a problem. When the family left, there wasn't much difference in their appearance as compared with how they arrived. Richard was walking slower with a slight stoop. Agnes was leading the family out with her arm around Brooke. But other than that they looked as they had before. ?Let's get some lunch,? Agnes suggested. Everyone agreed. After lunch they went to where Richard had been staying and retrieved his belongings. Agnes would have a mover pack up her stuff and bring it to the home at a later time. Richard did move into the guest room and Agnes shared Brooke's bed that night. They didn't have sex right away, but they did spend that night naked in bed cuddling each other. Agnes put her arm around Brooke's waist with her hand on her buttocks. She squeezed it softly saying. ?Have I told you how much I love you?? ?No enough.? ?Well I go and from now one, I will show it everyday.? Brooke learned in closer Agnes' embrace. Chapter 20 Ashley and Ryan had lost touch for a little while. Ryan was busy babysitting with Cherie (and Stevi) and Ashley had had her family problems. Recently, Stevi was having the most fun playing with the toys, while Cherie seemed to be the one indulging him. Ryan didn't care anyway, as long as they weren't getting into trouble that could result in either getting hurt, Ryan didn't care how they played. Ryan was just happy to wear his femme clothes at home. Ryan and Ashley even though they hadn't seen each other (except for at school) in a while were still good friends and finally got back together. Ryan had to put up appearances that he was a straight man until he was ready to come out. Ryan would never turn down an opportunity to play football with his 'best friend' Morgan. He would try to be on Morgan's opposing team. He loved to stick with him and he got more pleasure out of tackling him than just stopping Morgan from scoring a touchdown. When Ryan arrived at Ashley's, Richard was still home fixing up the place and making dinner for the family. Ryan didn't think anything was wrong. It only made sense that the 'parent' who didn't have a job would take over most of the domestic responsibilities. We are well inside the new millennium, not the 1950s. ?Hey Ashley. Miss me?? ?It seems like I haven't seen you in ages.? ?I've been busy, but we'll talk about that later.? ?Sure.? ?Do you like my outfit?? Ryan was wearing a white collared blouse with brown slacks and a pair of trainers. Everything he was wearing was bought from the woman's department, but they were unisex styled clothes so unless one was looking one wouldn't notice things like the shirt buttoned on the wrong side, or the hips of the pants flared more than they should. He was even wearing panties, not that anyone could tell. ?It's very nice,? Ashley said and then she caught on to what Ryan meant. ?Yes, very very nice,? she continued with a smirk. Ryan and Ashley snuggled up on the couch to watch some TV. They were watching one of the daytime soap operas that Richard had watched earlier. If Richard asked (and it wouldn't) Ashley would say she wanted to watch it and Ryan was just going along. But what Richard asked was, ?If you are going to lie on the couch, please take off your shoes.? ?I'm sorry, Mr. Sashes,? Ryan said. Then he dutifully took off his shoes and returned to cuddling with Ashley. A short while later, Richard announced, ?I'm going to the center. I have an early card game. Turn off the oven in 20 minutes.? ?Got it Dad,? Ashley replied. When Richard left, Ryan asked. ?I see you dad is back.? ?Yeah, we worked it all out at Dr. Zaaijer's. He got everyone to realize what was best for the family not just for themselves. Dad found he has many hidden talents he didn't know. As it turns out he is an expert cook. I never knew. Grandma, is making more than anyone and it has helped a lot. There aren't anymore money problems, she even gave me a raise in my allowance. Everyone is really happy.? ?I'm glad.? ?We'll have the place to ourselves tonight. As you heard Dad will be at the center.? Ashley didn't mention it was the senior center. ?And Mom and Grandma are out having dinner together and then they'll see a movie. Everyone will be out late.? Once again Ashley didn't mention that Mom and Grandma called this date night. Nor did she mention that Mom and Grandma slept in the same bed. Ryan snuggled closer, like two old friends and then Ashley asked, ?How are things going with you?? Not great, but not bad. I can dress all the time now that Stevi and I have reached an understanding. He likes to be treated like a toddler and what do I care. He keeps Cherie more occupied than I ever could. It's like Cherie had her own playmate. And all Stevi asks is that I change his diaper and cut his food.? ?Sounds good, so what is the problem.? ?It's Cherie. She doesn't seem to be acting like she should. Sometimes I think that Stevi is more of a baby than Cherie is. First she doesn't know her own strength. We were tossing a ball and she threw it so hard it knocked over a lamp.? ?Is that all?? ?Well once when I changed her diaper she had an erection. She never had that before.? ?Maybe she couldn't help it?? ?I don't know. There were a few other small things. Mom took her to Dr. Zaaijer.? ?What did he say?? ?He said it's probably because of Cherie's new body.? ?Well yeah.? ?They want to cut her dick off. That will solve the problem. Too much testosterone in her blood.? ?That makes sense.? ?When are they going to do it?? ?Just as soon as the legal stuff is out of the way. They are going to have her name and gender officially changed legally. They are even going to change her birthday so her birth certificate says she is two. Once all that is done, they will assign a social worker and have the surgery. Then in every way, Cherie will be a little girl again...at least legally.? ?How long will it take?? ?Not too long. Maybe a couple of weeks...maybe less.? Chapter 21 Christi was called into Mrs. Atkinson's office. ?Yes, Mrs. Atkinson, you sent for me.? ?I heard what happened at Dr. Zaaijer's office. You can't just barge in like that.? ?But I needed him.? ?I don't care, it's not done and you are in trouble.? ?I am?? ?Yes, and we have come up with a suitable punishment.? ?You did?? Christi didn't know what Mrs. Atkinson meant by 'we.' ?Yes, you are going to volunteer at the hospital. You are going to be a Candy Striper.? ?What is that?? ?They help the nurses and help around the hospital.? ?But I don't wan....? ?I don't care what you want. You will do it or else. They are expecting you at the hospital after school for orientation.? Mrs. Atkinson gave Christi a card with directions. She took it and left the room. On the way out, Christi thought this might not be too bad. It was a way to make up for all the horrible things she did. At the hospital they explained the job. ?You will be delivering mail, taking the food trays to the patients, running things from the pharmacy department to the nursing floors and back, and taking patients from one place to another,? the administrator informed her. ?You might also be required to help feed a patient who cannot feed themselves.? ?OK, I can do that.? ?Also here is your uniform, you will wear it everyday you are here.? She was given a red and white vertically striped jumper that had gathers at the waist and a flared skirt. ?You must wear this with a white blouse with a collar and white pantyhose or tights. There is no exception in the style or color of either.? ?Great,? Christi thought, ?more pantyhose. She hated wearing them. She avoided it when she could. Even if she wore a skirt to school, she never had anything on her legs. Now she would be wearing pantyhose every day she worked there. She just hated the idea. What made matters worse was that she learned that she was just a Candy Striper (not even a nurse's assistant) do what you are told and don't make waves. There are professionals for that. Christi just kept her mouth shut and did her job. Chapter 22 The legal papers arrived at the house. Lea opened up the package. On top was a letter from the social worker. It said: Dear Mr. and Mrs. Femrite, Find enclosed the new birth certificate and change in legal status for you daughter Cherie. The birth certificate should look like Cherie's original certificate, but it is really an alteration of your son's certificate. Also find enclosed the documents which were necessary to create the new certificate, included change of name, change of gender, change of age, change of legal status to minor under five and change of social security number. All appropriate information was transmitted to change her status in all areas, such as all of his doctors and the local board of education. She is scheduled to attend Pre-K in September 2021 (two years from this September). She is also scheduled to enter the hospital for physical gender reassignment surgery Tuesday, so her body matches her status. It goes without saying, that with her new change in status, it is now legally required that you treat her like a toddler in all things. Due to the gender confusion brought on by her 'excess' male hormones that are flowing through her body, it is also emphasized that you reinforce her true gender (female) until physical gender reassignment is completed. i.e. stay away from unisex clothing, toys and male oriented TV or videos. A prescription for patches which contain timed released female hormones is included in your packet. Sincerely yours, Helena Rosseau Social Services State of .... Lea looked inside the packet. She saw the birth certificate. It looked fine. There was also a change of social security number. Lea didn't know what Cherie's SSN (or any of her children) was, it was written down somewhere. Change of gender male to female was fine. But then she saw the change of birth date. The new birth date was right, but the old birth date was wrong, it wasn't Paul's birthday, it was Ryan's. Then she saw the change of name, Paul's name wasn't being changed to Cherie, it said that Ryan's new name was now Cherie Lynn Femrite. ?They made a mistake,? Lea thought. It didn't matter too much, she would see the social worker and get it figured out soon. Chapter 23 Monday Ryan returned to school as normal, but his Student ID wasn't working at the school's entrance. The security guard knew him and he was sent to the assistant principal's office to see what the problem was. The assistant principal sent him to the guidance office. He waited there until Helena Rosseau arrived. The counselor left so that Helena could talk to Ryan privately. ?My,? Helena said in a sing song voice reserved for small children and pets, ?I've heard you are getting yourself into all sorts of troubles recently. Let's get you back home where you belong.? ?Home, but I should be at school.? ?I know you want to go to school, but you aren't ready yet. I know you feel all big, but you are still just a little girl.? Ryan was wearing his unisexed clothing purchased in the women's department. Helena noticed that it was girl's clothing immediately, since she was looking for it. ?I'm not a little girl!? Ryan shouted. ?I know your a big girl, but you still aren't ready for school.? Ryan yelled at Helena, trying to convince her that he wasn't a little girl. That that was his 'brother' Paul. But she wouldn't listen to him. She thought he was having a tantrum. Helena had spent time under Dr. Zaaijer's care. She wasn't who she seemed. The truth be told, she looked like a successful professional woman, but she really wasn't, she was a boy even younger than Ryan. He had swapped lives with his mother, who was now in junior high school. In an effort to calm him down, Helena injected Ryan with a sedative. An ambulance came and he was transported to a hospital. Helena phoned Lea on her cell. ?Hello Mrs. Femrite, I'm Helena Rosseau. Your little girl Cherie is such a skamp. She walked all the way to the high school and tried to go to classes. But you don't have to worry. I picked her up. I took her to the hospital.? ?The hospital? Is there anything wrong?? ?No, it's just those darn male hormones made her so high strung she had a tantrum. Anyway, she's fine. They'll do the surgery tomorrow and she'll be back to normal without all those silly male hormones.? ?Thank you,? Lea said. Once she got off the phone she wondered how Cherie had gotten out. She was playing in her room the last she saw. Lea went up to Cherie's room to see if the gate was opened. When she got there, she saw that Cherie was playing happily as usual. Lea was panicked. She knew it must be Ryan who was at the hospital. She shouldn't have waited to fix things when she got the legal papers. Lea called Randy and told him what had happened. Then she drove to the hospital. At the hospital, Ryan was heavily sedated. He was hooked to an IV which contained a cocktail of saline solution, a testosterone blocker and female hormones. Christi was told to keep an eye on this patient. She was to make sure that music for toddlers was to be playing at all times and that if Ryan showed any signs of consciousness to let the staff know. Christi had heard of the case of Cherie. It was in all the papers although Christi had never seen him before. Christi did an excellent job. If Ryan started to wake, Christi would see it, tell a nurse who would sedate him again. Ryan spent his time in the hospital in a semi-conscious state. Chapter 24 Without anyone to babysit and since there wasn't any time, Lea took Cherie and rushed to the hospital. There wasn't any time to lose. Cherie sat in her car seat in the back with Brabra her stuffed zebra in her arms. Lea gave the plushie to her before strapping her into the car seat. ?Mommy, where are we going?? ?Ryan is sick. I have to help him.? ?He's sick? What's wrong? Will he be OK?? ?I'm sure he'll be fine.? Cherie wasn't talking like a toddler anymore. She was talking like an adult, but Lea didn't notice. She was forced (by Dr. Zaaijer) to think Cherie had the mind of a little toddler girl and couldn't see anything different no matter what Cherie did. When they got to the hospital, Cherie pushed the stroller instead of riding in it. Brabra was placed in the seat where Cherie would sit. If she wasn't dressed like a toddler, no one would know that she was supposed to be a baby. Not by the expression on her face nor by what she said or how she said it. Lea found the hospital administrator and told him, Mr. Bailey. ?There's been a terrible mistake. It's not my son Ryan who is supposed to have surgery, but Cherie over here.? Mr. Bailey looked at Cherie. She didn't look like she was a little girl. It was true she was dressed like a toddler and she was cuddling her plush zebra, but she didn't seem like one. Not from her demeanor anyway. It looked like Cherie was following the conversation just like any other young adult would. ?That's Cherie?? ?Right, she is the one who needs a penis and testicle castration, not Ryan.? ?Are you Cherie?? Mr. Bailey asked Cherie. ?No, my name is Paul.? ?Your Paul? How old are you?? ?I'm nineteen.? Lea heard the conversation but as before she didn't pick up that anything was wrong. Breaking into the conversation, Lea said. ?She has a great imagination. She likes to pretend to be lots of things, sometimes a princess other times a ballerina. She is so precious.? ?Why are you dressed like that?? Mr. Bailey asked. ?Mom dressed me like this. I don't want to, but what can I do?? Cherie replied. ?Sometimes we play dress-up. But these are her normal clothes,? Lea said. ?She makes you dress like that?? Mr. Bailey interjected. ?I suppose,? Cherie replied. ?What are you carrying?? ?That's Brabra. She's my best friend. She comes with me everywhere,? Cherie said with a big smile and enthusiasm in her voice. Cherie continued talking about her and Brabra in the glowing terms that could only be uttered by a toddler. Mr. Bailey was thinking all the while ?Something was very wrong here.? Cherie/Paul seemed perfectly normal (normal for a young adult man in most respects) but Mr. Bailey could also hear the affection for the plushie that he/she carried in her arms. No one that age should feel that way, especially not a young man. Who was the true two year old? Mr. Bailey had to get it right. He left the office to find the proper legal papers regarding the Femrite family. Maybe no one should be operated upon tomorrow. There certainly was something off with what was going on here. Mr. Bailey, looked up the records and found the social worker on the case, Mrs. Rosseau ?I'm glad I found you, Mrs. Rosseau. I was just checking up on the case of Cherie Femrite.? ?Yes, all seems to be right on track. She is waiting for surgery in the morning.? ?I know, let's see we are castrating her and also a few other cosmetic procedures on her face.? Besides the castration, Ryan would have surgery on his face to make him look more like a woman. His jawline would be narrowed and curved, his cheekbones would be raised, his nose would be made smaller and also some surgery to make his eyes look more expressive. All in all it would make him look like what he would have looked like if he had been born female. ?Yes that's right.? ?Are you sure, we are operating on the right child? Mrs. Femrite came in with who she said was Cherie and said there was a terrible mistake.? ?I'm sure it's the right one. Mrs. Femrite has been under terrible stress. She's not handling it as well as can be expected.? ?Don't you think we should delay the procedure then?? ?No, it's not the Femrite family who is ordering it. It is the court. Cherie shouldn't have to wait because of her mother. We have several people on this case who are looking at all the factors. There won't be any trouble.? It took a little more convincing, but Mrs. Rosseau was able to smooth out any troubles that Mr. Bailey had had. The surgery was on track for early tomorrow morning. Back in Mr. Bailey's office, Lea called Dr. Zaaijer to tell him what was happening. He assured her that he would fix everything. He told her to return home with Cherie. There wouldn't be any surgery tomorrow. Ryan would have to stay in the hospital until the recovered from the anesthesia . She could fetch him tomorrow. Reassured, Lea left Mr. Bailey's office and returned home with Cherie. As soon as Dr. Zaaijer hung up the phone, he sent a text message to Steve's cell phone. Steve looked at it and then erased the message. A second later he even forgot he had received a message at all. Chapter 25 Steve arrived home to find nobody there. He was dressed in his normal attire (clothes typical of a boy in his early teens, except underneath it all hidden from everyone he was wearing one of Cherie's diapers.) The diaper he was wearing was of course wet as he had been wetting it occasionally all day in small amounts. The diaper did what a diaper was supposed to do, it absorbed all the wetness and kept his skin dry. But the very idea that the diaper was wet gave Steve a warm feeling all over. He also wore a pair of plastic panties over the diaper to prevent any embarrassing leaks. At first he was worried about the crinkling of the diaper or the smell of the urine would give him away. But no one seemed to notice, although Steve was fully ware of the situation. Now that he was home, Steve needed his diaper changed. He would prefer to have Ryan change him, but he was fully capable of changing himself. Since he was home alone, Steve decided to change his diaper on the changing table in Cherie's room, instead of in the bathroom with the door closed so no one could catch him. Steve didn't know that even if he was caught, neither his mom or dad would recognize what was happening in front of their own eyes. They were instructed by Dr. Zaaijer not to notice anything 'strange' in the house. Lea for example never noticed that Steve never had any dirty briefs in the hamper nor that Cherie was using twice the amount of diapers than she should expect. Steve tried to resist, but nobody was home. He didn't want to wear his boy clothes. He had been wearing them all day. So he decided to wear something of Cherie's instead. He found a cute tunic. It was a pink long sleeved tunic with featured a darling pom-pom hem. It was so soft, Steve just loved it's feel. He was supposed to wear it with a pair of leggings or some pants, but he didn't feel like pants. Not even girlie ones so he skipped them. His diaper could clearly been seen peeking out under his top. He played in Cherie's room for a while and then decided to get some juice. Once downstairs, he saw no reason to return to the bedrooms. He knew that if Lea was out, she invariably called home. Unfortunately for him, he didn't notice her car pulling into the driveway until ti was too late. Then he flew upstairs to Cherie's room. Upon entering the baby gate closed and fastened leaving him stuck in Cherie's room dressed like a toddler without any boy clothes to return to. He was trapped, which made his decision to just come out and tell his mother everything. How he liked dressing like a toddler and he wished he could do it full time just like Cherie. The only other choice was to simply get naked and come up with a lie. The truth seemed better to Steve. Lea entered the house with Cherie in tow. No one was home, but there was a video playing on the TV in the living room. She knew the video well, it was one of the ones Cherie had seen dozens of time. ?Steve are you home?? Lea called out. ?Ummm, I'm up stairs.? Then a moment later he said, ?I have something to tell you.? Lea and Cherie walked to the sound of Steve's voice and saw him in Cherie's room. The baby gate was closed and Steve was stuck in the room. But what surprised her of course was how he was dressed. ?Why are you wearing Cherie's clothes?? Lea opened the gate. Steve came out, dressed as he was, to talk to her. ?Mom that is what I wanted to talk to you about. I like this.? ?You like this? What do you mean?? ?I want to be treated like a toddler. I want to be treated like Cherie.? ?You want to be a baby boy?? ?No, not just baby, but a girl like Cherie. I have always felt this way. It's what I want.? Lea couldn't believe her ears. Steve wanted to be a little girl? This didn't make any sense. Lea was having enough problems with Ryan. She had got to him just in time. But now Steve decided to spring this on her now? There couldn't be worse timing. ?You are wearing diapers. Do you use them too?? ?Of course.? ?I don't know what to say. Let me think about this for a minute. Then we'll talk. Have you told you father?? ?No.? ?Should I tell him or do you want to?? ?I think it would be easier if you told him.? Lea didn't know if it would be easy for her to tell him. She already had plenty to tell him. ?Why not get into your normal clothes now. We'll discuss this later after daddy and I...? she trailed off. Trying to change the subject and lighten the mood Steve asked, ?Where's Ryan?? ?Well he had a small accident at school,? she said which wasn't a lie. ?He was taken to the hospital for observation. But he'll be alright and will be home tomorrow.? ?Was he hurt?? ?No, they got to him in time.? Lea meant that she stopped the surgery. ?He'll be fine. Don't worry.? It occurred to her for a moment, maybe Steve wanted to have the surgery that Ryan had been scheduled for. But she pushed the thought from her mind. ?Anyway, you get changed. I mean into your regular clothes. I have to put Cherie down for her nap. She missed her usual one with all this Ryan business.? ?I don't want to take a nap. I'm not tired,? Cherie said. Paul told her. He was sounding less and less like a toddler and more and more like a grown teenager all the time. But Lea couldn't see any of it. ?I don't want to wear girlie clothes or a diaper for that matter either.? ?Miss cranky pants. You need a little nappie,? Lea addressed Paul as if he was still acting like a naughty two year old. ?But Mom, I don't feel tired.? ?No arguments,? Lea told Cherie. ?I'm not in the mood. You will take your nap now, young lady!? Then she gained control over herself and addressed him again like he was just a toddler. ?Well lie down and see what happens.? Soon, Paul was put down for his nap and fell asleep. His mind/personality was caught between being an adult and being a baby. But it seemed normal to him. Paul instinctively cuddled Brabra (his plush zebra) and sucked his thumb which calmed his mind and put him fast asleep once put down. As Cherie slept, what Cherie had said was seeping into Lea's consciousness. There was something wrong with the way she was acting. Lea couldn't put her finger on it. But something seemed off. She went to Cherie's room to check on her. She was sleeping peacefully. But there was something wrong with her diaper. ?Maybe she's just wet,? Lea surmised. She decided to check, even though Cherie was asleep. It was then that she felt it. Cherie had a boner. This confused her even more. Randy had returned home from work. He had changed jobs months ago although he didn't know it. Under Dr. Zaaijer's influence, Randy left his high paying job to become the nanny of an affluent couple who had a set of triplet girls aged two. He worked from 8 AM to 6 PM taking care of the girls. Since this job was a lot closer than his former employment, he left for work and arrived home at exactly the same time as before. After a week, he had forgotten he had another job besides this one. As time went on, he forgot everything he learned in college and then forgot that he had gone to college at all. Before long, he remembered an entirely new work history. He remembered always loving young children, especially those under school age. He remembered a series of jobs working as a nanny for various couples who had babies. He would care for the children until they were entering school age and then find a new couple to work for. He loved his job. Sometimes he wished he had three baby daughters instead of teenaged sons. He sometimes daydreamed about his children being little girls forever. Always in diapers and always cute and innocent. Lea greeted Randy at the door and informed him of what was happening with Ryan. Lea would spare Randy with what she discovered about Steve for another time. Randy was concerned, but a small part of him wished that Ryan would become just like Cherie. After telling Randy, Lea decided to call Dr. Zaaijer and find out the status of Ryan. But when she called him, she found that his phone had been disconnected. She couldn't reach him no matter what she did. So instead she phoned the hospital to make sure all was well. Once being transferred to the correct extension, Lea heard in a chipper voice, ?Yes, Mrs. Femrite, Cherie is doing fine after the surgery. She's going to be better than new.? ?What? I thought the surgery was tomorrow.? ?It was moved up. There was a young girl who died and her parents donated her organs. Cherie got her bladder and all her female sex organs. She's now just like a normal girl down there. In a few years, when she is ready, she can even have children. Of course, since her muscles are new she will be in diapers. But since she isn't potty trained yet, that won't be a big deal. So don't worry about it. They have also tightened her vocal cords so she won't speak like a boy anymore. They will loosen naturally like a normal girl. They're finishing up the plastic surgery on her face so she'll be just cute as a button. All is going according to plan. The nurse prattled on. Lea was so stunned by what she was hearing that she didn't say a word. Her son, would have a real working vagina? He'll look like a girl? It was too late to do anything. Finally she said, ?Oh My God!? ?Yes, it's wonderful. You will be able to see Cherie in the morning. So get a good night sleep.? Lea didn't say anything again. The nurse cut in before Lea said anything, ?I have another call. I have to go. See you tomorrow.? Then she hung up without waiting for a response. Lea let the phone fall out of her hand and drop to the floor. Lea couldn't handle what she heard. It was too much. For a second she had a moment of clarity. She recognized all the signs about her sons that she had missed. She remembered how Cherie was changing. She was becoming less like a toddler and more like the old Paul. She remembered all the things that indicated that Steve was going in the opposite direction. The times she caught a hint of diaper under Steve's pants and all of the little things that Steve did that she just ignored. Finally, she blamed herself for Ryan. She shouldn't have left the hospital until she could take him home. She blamed herself on everything. It was too much for her, her mind snapped. She stopped thinking of herself as Lea Femrite, a middle aged wife and mother. Her mind disintegrated into that of the mindless teenagers she had fantasized she was. She believed she was a fifteen year old girl with big tits and no worries. She could see that he tits weren't as firm as they should be for a teenaged girl. Nor even if she had a mirror could she see the lines on her face. Her legs gave out and she fell to the ground. Randy saw her fall and asked, ?Are you alright?? ?Like, what am I doing here?? she said in a higher pitched voice that she normally had. ?What do you mean?? ?I mean, like who are you?? ?I'm Randy, your husband.? ?Like yeah, I'm like totes too young to be married. Especially to an old fart like you.? Lea said, although she did think as far as old farts go, Randy was cute. But way too old for her. Randy called 9-1-1 for an ambulance. Then he told Steve that Mom had collapsed and that he was taking her to the hospital. Steve should watch Cherie until they get back. Chapter 26 The next day, Ryan was coming to consciousness. He was laying in a hospital bed wearing a gown. But he couldn't move. He knew his head was bandaged, he didn't know why. He could also feel bandages around his hips. But the reason he couldn't move was that his legs were tied down slightly apart and his hands were attached to restraints on the side of the bed. He tried to say something but his throat was sore and he couldn't speak. What he could say was high pitched and hoarse. Waiting in the room was Christi. She was reading a book waiting for Ryan to wake up. ?I see you are awake now Sweetie. I'm glad. I know you want your Mommy and Daddy, but they aren't here. I know they wanted to be here when you woke up, but there was a little accident and well they will be here very soon.? ?What happened?? Ryan tried to ask. But even though it was unintelligible, Christi answered his question. ?Well, you had a little operation. Don't worry you will be all better soon. You had an operation a while back. Well the doctors thought you needed another one so here you are.? ?What accident?? Ryan said, not that Christi knew what he was saying. He didn't remember having any accident. ?I know, I know, it's tough that you can't talk. They did some work on your throat.? ?My throat?? Ryan started to thrash around. ?Don't move. Calm down honey. It'll be OK.? That was the reason for the restraints, to keep him from tearing his stitches. He had facial surgery to make him look more like a woman. His vocal cords had been shorten to raise the pitch of his voice and of course, his penis and testicles, along with his bladder was removed and replaced with the genitals of a six year old girl. That is why his legs were held immobile. Even after his recovered, it would take at least a year before he could gain enough feeling and muscle control from his new organs to start potty training. The doctors didn't worry about this as they though he had the mind of a two year old anyway. Ryan didn't know any of this. He didn't know why he was here or his legal problem (as that now he was legally a two year girl named Cherie Lynn Femrite.) He was foggy about everything that happened the day before. Christi continued, ?Just relax and try and heal. When your Mommy and Daddy come, I'll be sure to wake you. But Ryan didn't want to relax. He wanted to know what was happening. When he wouldn't settle down, Christi summoned a nurse who took his vitals and then sedated him again. Chapter 27. Randy didn't know what had happened to Ryan either. He knew he was in the hospital, but as far as he knew there wasn't going to be an operation. His main concern was Lea who wasn't making any sense. She said and acted like a teenaged girl not a grown woman. She didn't seem to even know him nor any of their children. She was taken to a hospital by ambulance and then was transported again to a psychiatric hospital. Randy signed the papers for a 72 hour hold. Lea's former personality had totally disintegrated. She couldn't face her old life. She blamed herself for what happened to her family. She couldn't have noticed that Cherie was acting like Paul and helped him. She should have seen the signs about Steve. Steve idolized Paul, that was why he decided to become a baby himself. Worst of all, she shouldn't have left Ryan stay in the hospital. She should have stayed in his room until she took him home. Now Ryan was a....Lea didn't know what Ryan was. Is Ryan a woman now? These were just the things she knew about. She didn't know than Randy now supported the family by being a nanny. She didn't know that Ryan had been a gay transvestite before the surgery. She couldn't deal with any of this so she lost herself and became just an airheaded, teenaged bimbo without a responsibility in the world. Her old personality and identity were so submerged that they couldn't be found. Chapter 28 During the night, Paul had some strange dreams. His true personality was returning to the surface. But with that personality was also the memory of what had happened that fateful night. He remembered needing something to drink. He remembered taking Cherie to get the alcohol. He remembered drinking in the car and losing control. Finally he remembered the terrible accident and being told that Cherie had died. ?HE KILLED CHERIE.? he thought. ?How could he live with himself after causing the death of an innocent like Cherie?? The fact was, like his mother, he couldn't. Cherie deserved to live, not Paul. When he woke up, he had lost all of himself that was Paul and reverted to be Cherie again. Although he was still sleeping, he clutched Brabra more tightly and stuck his thumb into his mouth and started to suck. Chapter 29 When Randy returned home it was morning. Steve and Cherie were playing together in the living room. Steve had returned to wearing Cherie's clothing. His diaper was wetter than Cherie's was. ?What's going on here?? Randy asked Steve. ?Me no Steve,? Steve announced. ?Me Stevi.? ?What? You stop this this minute. You got to go to school.? ?Me too lit'l to go school. Me baby like Cherie.? Randy didn't know what was going on. Steve decided that he was going to be a baby full time now and no one could make him be a boy again. He wouldn't talk right. He would never use the bathroom again. He wouldn't act in anyway like a boy. If they tried to make him do something he would just start crying. He wouldn't even let them put him in pants, not even girlie ones. If they took him to school, he would just cry. If they forced him into a chair in class he could get up like he didn't understand. He was determined to be a baby like Cherie. If Cherie could be a baby than he could too. Randy didn't know what to do. He couldn't make Steve act his age. What could he do ground him? Besides, there was a part of Randy who liked Steve this way. He loved little toddlers. He preferred them to school aged children, that is why in his mind he left every nannying job once his charges reached the age of five. Since he couldn't get to the hospital immediately as Steve was being difficult, he decided to call the hospital. It was only then what he found out Lea had found out the night before. His middle son wasn't his son anymore, biologically she is now his daughter. Not to mention that he would have the voice and face to match. A few months ago, Randy had three boys, now he has three girls. All of whom are in diapers. Epilogue A Year Later. Richard phoned his former wife, Brooke. He didn't call her cell phone always preferring to use the house phone. He called her at least once a day, but more like several times a day. He had done such since his best friend Beatrice convinced him to be her roommate at the retirement community. That is what it was called, but in fact it was more like a nursing home for the elderly. Richard resisted going with her when she first bought an apartment there, but after her original roommate died, he changed his mind and decided to leave his home and come to live with her. There were several reasons for this decision. Brooke and Agnes had grown very close since the session with Dr. Zaaijer. It was like they were a young couple again rekindling their marriage. Richard loved Brooke and Ashley (and respected Agnes) but he knew they didn't want an 'old' person around. They felt sorry for him and insisted he stay, but this was best for all of them. Richard would be with the people he had the most in common. Brooke and Agnes could have a serious relationship with out his interference. ?Hello,? a voice said on the other line. ?Hello, Brooke, it's me Richard.? ?I'm not Mom, I'm Ashley. Hi Dad.? Richard couldn't hear very well anymore. Especially on the phone. He had hearing aides, but for some things they didn't help too much. He had that device (everyone at the nursing home...er retirement community had one) that converted speech into written words that were displayed by the phone. Between the two Richard could have a conversation, but that didn't mean he could tell the difference between Brooke's and Ashley's voice on the phone. ?Hello Ashley, I called to see how things are going?? ?Not too well. The same as before.? ?What do you mean?? ?Agnes moved into the guest bedroom.? ?She did?? ?Yeah, she did a while back. I told you before.? Ashley had had this similar conversation with Richard. His memory was failing. She had to tell him the same things every time he called. Ashley didn't mind she loved her dad. She liked hearing his voice. ?Why did she do that?? ?Mom and grandma just weren't getting along. I don't know why. Mom insisted that grandma move into the guest room and she has been in there ever since.? ?Maybe if she and Agnes sees that very nice Dr. Zaaijer. He helped up last time.? ?Dr. Zaaijer has gone and no one knows where to find him. He must have retired or something.? ?I'm sorry, I'll talk to them.? Richard had in fact talked to Brooke many times about her and Agnes. He gave her some advice which she didn't listen to. Brooke just started to feel differently about Agnes once Dr. Zaaijer disappeared. She wasn't feeling romantic about them anymore. Eventually she kicked her out of her bed. Unbeknownst to Richard nor anyone else, Brooke was having an affair with another woman (this woman wasn't many years younger than Agnes). ?How are you feeling?? ?I'm feeling better. I don't need a walker anymore. My joints still ache, but since I started wearing a body briefer and a posture bra. I can stand up straighter and walk with just the help of a cane. Beatrice suggested it. She also suggested I stop wearing pants with zippers and buttons, it's much easier to wear pants (or sometimes skirts) with an elastic waist. She also has such a good fashion sense that I'm now wearing pretty tops and everything I wear is coordinated. I even got my hair styled.? Ashley had seen all these things when she and her family visited Richard. He was dressing just like all the other old ladies, from the granny panties to the colorful, easy to wear tops. His hair had been colored white and permed in a granny style. ?I know, when we saw you, I thought you looked great.? ?Than...one second, my nurse is here I have to take my afternoon medication.? Richard's mental condition wasn't strictly the doing of Dr. Zaaijer. It was indirectly. Since Richard thought he had osteoporosis and arthritis he was taking medications for each condition. But since he didn't have either ailment, the drugs he used to combat it had side effects. Doctors prescribed more medications to combat them, which in turn had other side effects. This weakened his body and effected his mind. But as he was with other's in similar conditions no one thought this was a problem. Christi entered Richard's room carrying his afternoon supply of pills. Unlike at the hospital she was being paid for her work at the retirement community. She avoided her peers as she didn't really feel they were her peers. She didn't want to be attracted to cute guys and she felt guilty for how she treated her friends so she spent most of her time working here. She finds helping people highly satisfying. ?What is going on with you are your boyfriend Ryan?? Richard asked. ?We sort of lost touch long ago. There was an 'accident' at the hospital and he's not the same person. He had to drop out of high school and I don't see him anymore.? ?That's a shame. He seemed like a nice boy.? Ashley didn't want to tell her dad the truth. Ryan spent a month in the hospital until he healed enough to go home. Mr. Bailey discovered the mistake that was made and the hospital settled with the Femrite family out of court. The settlement was enough to support the entire family. But that didn't correct Ryan's legal status, that of a two year old girl. There wasn't any going back for Ryan when it came to his gender. He was a girl now and there wasn't a way to return to manhood, even with a new transplant. He had a pretty face, with the voice of a young girl and the genitals of a prepubescent girl. To conduct the transplant, nerves and muscles were weakened such that it would take at least a year before he would have the sensation and control needed to keep from needing a diaper. He didn't know when his bladder would let loose and even if he did he couldn't control his muscles to stop it. This would improve in time but it would take a year. Only then would he be able to start 'potty training'. Also legally he was Cherie Lynn Femrite a two year old. It was decided that he would call himself Lynn to let Cherie keep her own name without confusing her. Besides he had heard of men who called themselves Lynn, such as the former football great Lynn Swan. Lynn had to wear diapers, but unlike his siblings he dressed more like a teen girl than a toddler. Lynn feigned that he was against it, but he really wasn't. Lynn couldn't legally go to school, but until he was out of diapers he didn't want to go anyway. The Femrite family moved to get a fresh start. As soon as Lynn's bladder muscles were strong enough, she would begin potty training and when she was sure that she wouldn't need diapers she would return to high school. By then the new legal paperwork would be approved by the court. No one would know that Lynn was ever a boy. Strangely enough Lynn wasn't sure himself, was he really a girl, or was he a gay transvestite? Randy enjoyed having three daughters all in diapers. In Cherie's mind, she was an ordinary two year old. Stevi acted like a two year old all the time. Lynn was the only one that was legally two, but since she was too embarrassed to be with kids her own age (until that bladder problem was resolved) spent most of her time watching and playing with her siblings. It was easier to hide his diaper under skirts than pants so what was what he wore. Very little is known about what happened to Lea. The psychiatric hospital couldn't hold her since she wasn't any harm to herself or anyone left. Once she left the hospital, Randy begged her to come home with him. But she refused. She didn't see them as her family. ?Are you still in cheerleading?? Richard asked. ?No not this year. I decided to focus on my studies instead.? Ashley had in fact gained a lot of weight. It was starting to become embarrassing just to show up to practice. When she needed to buy a new uniform for the second time because she couldn't fit into it, she finally quit the squad. She gained even more weight since then. ?That's a shame. You did a really great job before.? ?Thank you, but it's best I concentrate on my studies now.? Then trying to change the subject Ashley said, ?Mom should be home in two hours or you can call her on her cell.? ?OK, I'll try then. I suppose I have to go now anyway, I have a card game with the ladies in a few minutes anyway. Love you.? ?Love you, Dad.? End.