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I'm The Daughter Now by itsme and Estranhosidade
PREQUEL
"Mommy, you shouldn't have done it," Sophy said.
Pauline Martin was laying upon her daughter's bed unconscious.
"Look at you sleeping so peacefully. You don't know what had happened to
you. You won't know until I wake you up tomorrow morning and you are off
to school."
"Your whole life-changing in a blink of an eye. When you woke up this
morning you were a woman in her thirties. You had a life, a husband, and
two kids. When you wake up tomorrow you will find that all of that is
gone. You'll be the little girl, the daughter. You'll have a big sister.
You'll see that I wasn't making it up when I said that Isabella was being
mean to me. You'll see how it is.
You said that you wished you could have it as easy as I do, soon you'll
have it that way. I hope you enjoy it.
You won't have to worry. I'll make sure everything is taken care of. I'll
make sure you have lots of toys. Nothing too difficult of course, a whole
bunch of dolls and plush animals, play-sets and toy cooking utensils,
stuff like that. I'll make sure you don't see anything too mature for
your age. Your computer will only play games for young girls, the TV
won't show anything but cartoons and educational shows, all your friends
will be picked by me. Girls over 9 are too old for you and no boys at
all.
I don't think you will ever wear pants again, nor shirts that show any
part of your chest. When it's cooler, you'll be wearing tights all the
time, but none of them will be in a nude color. Your clothes will have
bows and ribbons and everything cutsie for a little girl.
I'll keep you busy all day long. I'll sign you up for girl scouts and
dance glass and arts and crafts all with little girls your age. I think
you should also join some beauty pageants so everyone can see how cute
you are. Won't that be fun?"
You can fuss and complain to anyone you want, but they won't believe you.
Why should they? You are just a silly little girl.
And I'll act like all the rest of them. I'll treat you like a Mommy would
and there is nothing you can do about it. So sweet dreams, my daughter.
Tomorrow is a big day for you. Your first day of school."
I found one of Isabella's nightgowns and put Mommy in it.
I took the keys to the car and went to the mall. Everyone treated me like
an adult woman. I bought Mommy, I mean Sophy a few things she would need
to go to school tomorrow.
While she is learning in the second grade, I'll pick up more stuff.
She'll never know it was me all along.
Of course, Daddy didn't know it was Isabella who made him into a little
girl either. He begged mom to believe him, but she didn't. Maybe if she
did, she wouldn't be stuck living the life of a little girl right now.
Chapter 1.
I still can't believe how stupid I was. Even after almost a whole year,
but I mean... I didn't think it would work and didn't even know what I
was asking for. Who would for god's sake? That's the type of voodoo crap
you see on tacky, and at this point, absolutely unoriginal movies, that
shit DOES NOT HAPPEN... but yet and in spite of it all... it did work...
somehow... for some reason. I wouldn't think that that stone would work.
As my former 7-year-old daughter now turned "mom", drove me and my "older
sister" to the school I looked outside our car window gazing at the
horizon thinking about the life I was forced to leave behind and the life
that now lay in front of me.
Nothing had actually changed, physically speaking, well, except for my
hair, which was now a little bit curly, as my daughter's, and was the
same color her hair used to be, yes I was ginger now, just as my former
husband. I still had my fully develop 32 years old adult female body,
including my boobs, which went now unsupported by any bra ("mom" says I'm
too young to wear such garments), but yet reality had been bent in all
these freaky, self-contradictory senseless ways. Everything had slightly
shifted away.
Our relationships: I was no longer someone's wife, much less someone's
mom. My former husband, John, was now my father, my "daddy", he would
still love and protect me but... not in the same way, not in the same
manner. I would never again fall asleep in his arms after we both made
love. Hell, now even the idea of me and him doing anything that could be
conceived as remotely "weird", like him kissing me on the lips (as some
parents actually do, but we were never THAT type of family), would put
him off, and rightfully so. I was his daughter, his baby girl, his little
princess, but definitely not his woman anymore.
My daughter, Sophy (which is now the name I go by), was now my mother, my
"Mommy," looking at our framed family photos hanging on our house walls
you could quite clearly see her wearing the once mine wedding dress
albeit readjusted to fit her childish body frame. From the white elbow
gloves to the delicate transparent veil, from the bridal high heels
sandals to the romantic wedding hairstyle, including the dainty floral
embellishments. She was dressed like I once was.
Except she looked to be about the same age she is now: 7-years-old even
though such events had taken place a decade before, which, had the time
chronologically passed for her, would make her not existing at the time
when such a photo was taken. Again, this doesn't make any sense
whatsoever. I tried to interpret such fateful events as that: in this new
reality, at least until this moment, she was always 7-years old and, as
my now "baby photos" showing my daughter-turned-mother changing my
diapers would prove, time hadn't passed to me either.
I felt terribly bad for Sophy, I inadvertently had stolen her life, the
bright side, I think, if there's even such a thing as a "bright side", is
that she doesn't know anything was wrong. She doesn't remember her old
life at all, she had all of my memories and none of hers. As far as she's
concerned she was always Pauline Martin, a dedicated mom, a secretary and
a WIFE, the woman of someone. As some folks say ignorance is bliss.
She's John's wife now. And I feel bad because, and I know that's
horrible... despite of everything I did to her I still have the nerve of
getting jealous when I see her - as I did some many times - sitting in
John's lap or kissing him, going out in romantic dinners with him while
wearing grown-up dresses with nude pantyhose and make-up, all while they
called some stupid fifteen-year-old baby sister to take care of us.
And lastly, there was my other daughter, now turned older sister, 8-
years-old Isabella (as if being perceived as a child wasn't bad enough, I
was treated as the younger child of the family), which was also my
roommate, I guess. When I was growing up I was an only child, so this was
a whole new can of worms to me... on top of it all of a roller coaster of
new experiences. Definitely the "going around wearing matching sister
outfits and frilly dresses" was a new one for me, one I thought I would
never have, especially because I used to be somewhat of a tomboy when
growing up.
Isabella, as all the others, didn't notice anything out of the ordinary,
actually none of the seven billion people in the whole world seemed to
believe anything was wrong or different with us. As far as I know such
changes hadn't directly affected anyone else, I didn't see any other 7-
years-old mom taking their 30-something-daughters wearing white tights,
and striped pleated skirts and Mary Jane shoes to the school. Just me, my
"mom" and me.
- "Okay, princess, we're here".
Chapter 2.
"Baby Shark doo doo doo doo doo doo"
"Baby Shark doo doo doo doo doo doo"
"What is that?" I thought as I got out of bed.
It was the alarm in the kids' room, I realized. They always were awakened
to that song. Not that they wouldn't sleep right through it and I would
have to come in a wake them properly. But why was it playing in my room?
I opened my eyes and saw I wasn't in the master bedroom. I was in the
girl's room. I lifted myself on my elbows and looked around. This was
definitely the girl's room.
Isabella had already gotten out of bed.
"Sophy, I'm taking a shower first," Isabella told me.
She must have not noticed that I was sleeping in Sophy's bed instead. As
I sat up properly, I felt weird. I was light-headed. I was having
problems just thinking.
"Baby Shark doo doo doo doo doo doo"
I reached over to the alarm and turned that juvenile music off.
I was feeling so dizzy that I fell back asleep.
A while later, I felt someone nudge my arm. When I looked up I saw it was
Sophy.
"Princess, it's time to get up now. I left you an outfit for today," she
said.
"Sophy? what's happening?"
"I don't know. It's just a regular school day. You had better hurry of
you will make us all late. After you take your shower blow dry your hair.
It's chilly outside today. I don't want you to get a cold."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Why am I in here?"
"Honey, just take your shower and get dressed. We'll talk later."
Sophy then left the room. Isabella had finished her shower and returned.
She had a towel on but let it drop to the floor when she was ready to get
dressed.
With her back turned to me, I could see her naked hairy butt. She quickly
put on her striped bikini panties.
"Isabella," I said.
When she turned to me, she was still naked except for the panties. I
could see the outline of her penis under the garment and her broad arms
and strong chest.
"Yeah squirt," she said affectionately.
"Something is wrong."
"What Sophy?"
"I'm not Sophy. I'm mom."
"Sure you are. Stop making fun of me. You heard Mommy, get ready for
school."
"But I am Mom."
Isabella didn't answer she left the room.
Soon Sophy was back.
"Why haven't you started your shower."
"I uh, something is wrong."
"Are you sick?"
"No, not really."
Sophy felt your forehead with her lips. "You don't seem to have a fever.
Take your shower. It'll make you feel better. Don't forget your hair and
brush your teeth."
I felt too, I don't know the word for it, weak, strange, weird, I don't
know But I felt I couldn't argue with her. I walked over to the kid's
bathroom, took off my nightgown. I saw it wasn't my usual nightgown. It
was one of the girl's nighties. Regardless, naked, I got into the shower
and turned it on. I washed myself from my head to my toes. This included
my breasts and my private areas. Then I got out and wrapped a towel
around me. I brushed my teeth and then dried my hair. When I returned, I
found an outfit on Sophy's bed. I knew I should put it on. I did. I'm not
sure why I did that.
"Hurry, hurry, Princess," Sophy said. "We don't have much time."
"Sophy..."
"No time for pretend," Sophy told me.
"Pretend?"
"Yes, I'm not Sophy and you're not Mommy. You have to hurry."
"Hurry?"
"Yes, for school. You don't want to be late to school."
"I don't go to school. You go to school!"
"I told you, no time for pretend."
"I'm not."
Sophy swatted me on the butt. It hurt much more than I thought it should.
She's just a little girl. I'm the grown-up.
"But..."
"Do you want another one?"
"No," I said meekly.
"Then put on your shoes and come down and eat breakfast. There isn't much
time before we have to leave."
"Something was happening. I don't know what."
I put on my shoes and came down to breakfast. Isabella was almost
finished and John was reading the paper.
"John something is happening!" I told him.
"What did you call me?"
"John."
"I'm Daddy. Little girls don't call their daddy's by their first name.
"She's pretending she is me," Sophy explained to John.
"I don't like it," John retorted.
I didn't want to go out, but I had to. Soon I was strapped in the car
seat in the back. I couldn't get out. Sophy was going to drive. How is
that possible? She is only seven. "We are going to crash," I thought.
Ten minutes later we were at school.
"Okay, princess, we're here."
Chapter 3
After dropping her mother off at school, Sophy drove to the local Dennys.
She could see there was a group of people waiting for a table at the
packed restaurant. There she found her friends. All her friends were
approximately seven years old like herself but were wearing the apparel
of adult women which included makeup and jewelry.
Sophy greeted her friends: Amelia, Kelly, and Joshua.
"They said it would be another five minutes or so before we can get a
table."
"Amelia, I thought you weren't going to smoke. You used to hate it,"
Sophy told her.
"I know. I know. But I was wrong. Smoking calms me down. It feels so
natural now. The funny thing is I started so I could quit."
"It's not healthy."
"Maybe not, but as my mom used to say. I'm not quitting."
The hostess called out their name.
"Ladies," the hostess said, "follow me."
Once seated, the hostess continued, "Your server today will be Mark, can
I take your drinks?"
When Mark returned with their drink orders, everyone told him what they
wanted off the breakfast menu and he left to put in their orders.
With the drinks already delivered, Sophy's friends got up as if rehearsed
and clinked their glasses proclaiming to Sophy, "Welcome to the world of
adults!"
Sophy blushed a little.
"How did it go?"
"It couldn't have gone any better."
"Great, but remember the first day is critical. You must treat her as a
little girl in every way."
"I am."
"When she tells you what is happening, you must act like she is just
playing pretend."
"You told me all this before." Sophy heard this many times before.
"She has to believe that you don't know what it going on. That you are as
clueless as everyone else she sees."
"I know. I know."
"This is important. You have to do it right. She has to believe that this
is all her fault and that you don't know what is going on. You have to be
convincing. Especially on the first day."
The trio had all been through their own first days. They knew how
critical the first day had been.
"I tell you, it went great. She doesn't suspect a thing. I was very
convincing."
"We're just busting your chops. Let's have breakfast."
"Did you use the drug?"
"Of course I did."
The drug they were referring to was a drug that would make it impossible
to think clearly. It would also keep her calm. In the end, she would find
it easiest to just do what she was told.
The participants at the table referred to their former mothers by their
own names as they had been since the beginning.
"That's great because Kelly was a horror. She caused such a ruckus that
first day, that the school called me and had me bring her home. She was
actually suspended from school for a week. But by the time she returned,
she was the sweetest little girl around."
"I don't know what I would have done without the drug. Joshua would have
never accepted being a boy without it. Now he is friends with lots of
boys and says like the rest of them, 'All girls are stupid'."
"I tell him they are not and that he has to be nice to them...just like a
mother would."
"But you have to be careful. Sandy never accepted what happened,' Joshua
continued talking about another former 'parent'. They have her on all
sorts of medications now and diagnosed Sandy as having autism and ADHD. I
don't think Sandy will ever get out of special ed."
"It's a shame."
"You should also keep Sophy busy at all times. Sign her up for all sorts
of activities. I signed Josh up for T-ball. He loves it. It is so
hilarious to watch him play. His big melons get in his way whenever he
tries to bat. Not to mention, it's also funny to watch them flop
unsupported here and there when he tries to run to first."
"I thought I would sign her up for dance and maybe into a couple
pageants."
"That's the stuff."
Soon they were all finished.
"Pauline, It's your turn to pick up the check."
Taking out her credit card, Pauline handed it to the hostess who ran it
through and brought it back for her to sign.
The group left the restaurant and went on their own way. Each telling
'Pauline' to call if she had a problem.
Chapter 4.
At the schoolyard, I just wanted to be left alone. I needed to think, but
it's hard to concentrate.
Amelia walked up to me. "Sophy, play with me!" Amelia said.
"I can't."
"But I need you to play. We need an even number and if you don't play
I'll be left out too."
"No, find somebody else."
"There isn't anybody else," Amelia insisted.
When Amelia started to cry, I didn't know what to do. It was so hard to
concentrate. All of a sudden, my skirt was lifted from behind exposing my
pantied butt. I turned and saw it was Joshua. He was running away.
Joshua is shorter than I am, but he is definitely heavier with bigger
hips and bigger breasts. Instinctively I chased after him. I didn't know
why. It just seemed the thing to do.
I was about to catch him when one of the schoolyard attendants grabbed
me. We were all brought to the office and questioned one at a time.
"What happened," the assistant principal asked. "Why were you chasing
Joshua? Why was Amelia crying?"
"Amelia asked me to play with her and I said 'No'."
"Why did you do that? Are you mad at Amelia?"
"No, I'm not. I just didn't feel like playing."
"But why was she crying?"
"I told you because I wouldn't play?"
"Does she always do that?"
"I don't think so."
"Then why were you chasing Joshua?"
"He pulled up my skirt?"
"He did?"
"Yes."
"Joshua said you were chasing him for no reason."
"That was the reason."
"Amelia didn't say anything about Joshua lifting your skirt either."
"She saw it. Ask her again."
"She only said you were being mean to her."
"I wasn't"
"Joshua said that too. What do you have to say for yourself?"
I wanted to tell her the truth, that I'm not Sophy, that I'm Pauline. But
it was obvious she wouldn't believe me. She would think I was making up
stories.
"They're lying."
"Why would they both lie? Isn't Amelia your friend?"
After a moment's hesitation, the Assistant Principal demanded,, "Answer
me!"
"I don't know," I said rather childishly.
"I want you to go into the other room and apologize to both Joshua and
Amelia.
I couldn't believe it. I was the one in trouble. All I wanted to do was
to be left alone. It was better to do as she said.
"I'm sorry."
"You're sorry what?"
"I'm sorry I made your cry, Amelia. I'm sorry I chased after you,
Joshua."
Both Amelia and Joshua nodded their heads to indicate they accepted the
apology. The three were sent to their classrooms.
You took your seat determined to just get through the day and try and
figure out what to do later.
"It's much better to just keep a low profile and get through the day," I
thought. "It wasn't the children or teacher's fault I am here. I should
just sit back and not make any waves. I'll do my school work, sing the
songs if there are any, stay away from the mean boys, and play with any
girl that asks me. That would be best."
That is exactly what I did. In my class, I did whatever was asked of me.
I pretended to be the good little school girl.
In gym, I kicked the ball like all the rest of the kids.
During recess, one of Sophy's friends asked me to play and this time I
did it.
I avoided the boys for the most part, but the girl I was playing with got
into an argument with one of the boys. He hurt her feelings. I had to
help her. To my surprise, I was the one who got into trouble. Because I
had a problem before, they didn't believe me when I told them what
happened.
At the end of the day, I was happy to get home. I waited for Sophy to
pick me up, but instead of being taken to the waiting area, I was taken
to a classroom.
The woman who took me there told me that "My Mommy signed me up for Arts
and Crafts after school."
I was already in trouble so I didn't make a fuss. I made paper flowers
with the rest of the participants. I didn't dare show that I wasn't happy
or eager to be there.
I was picked up and brought home. The flowers I had made were in my hand
in a small bouquet.
"What pretty flowers," Sophy said.
I didn't say anything.
"Can I have one?"
"You can have them all."
"All for me? That's great!"
During the car ride, I tried to test Sophy to see if she knew what was
going on. But she seemed to be as clueless as everyone else. As far as I
could tell, she thought she was an adult and my mother.
As soon as we got home, it was dinner time. Sophy had picked up
McDonald's before fetching me. I didn't want McDonald's, but what could I
do, I ate it. I was hungry anyway.
After dinner, I felt woozy again. I guess it had been a long tough day.
Sophy made me watch cartoons and soon it was bedtime. My bedtime was now
8:30. Sophy made me brush my teeth, brush my hair, and all of the other
rituals I had drilled into her since she was old enough to understand.
Sophy read Isabella and me a bedtime story then closed the door leaving a
small crack open.
Chapter 5.
"Isabella," I called out, "are you awake?" I needed someone to understand
what was happening. I didn't think any adults would, but maybe Isabella
might. I needed someone on my side.
"Yeah"
"I need to tell you something. I need you to believe me."
"What?"
"I'm not Sophy. I'm really Mommy."
"No, you're not!"
"I am. Magic switched me and Sophy."
"I don't believe in magic.
There wasn't a way to convince Isabella. She may have been John, but not
anymore.
John had swapped lives with Isabella a year before. Only seven-year-olds
could be swapped. That was part of the magic. John wasn't as flexible as
Pauline was. He fought what happened to him, but wasn't believed by
anyone. Not even Pauline, who thought it was just a game that Isabella
was playing. Because John wouldn't bend, it didn't take long until he
broke. His personality had been shattered and now he is Isabella in his
own mind.
Chapter 6.
I was signed up for more and more activities after school besides Arts
and Crafts. There were beginning dance lessons as well as singing
lessons. I was also signed up for Girl Scouts and Nature Hikes. When I
wasn't in structured activities, play dates, and sleepovers with other
girls were arranged.
Eventually, I was competing in the 5 to 7 year group at beauty pageants.
I had developed a singing and dance talent. I was dressed in beautiful
gowns and cutsie swimsuits. Isabella was also competing in the same
contest as I was but she was in the 8 to 10 year group.
I was too busy to complain. Now a year had gone by, I was waiting outside
the school to be let in. I took a seat and let my mind drift for a
second. I started to think.
"I still can't believe how stupid I was. Even after almost a whole year,
but I mean... I didn't think it would work and didn't even know what I
was asking for. Who would for god's sake?..."
End.
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