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Dealing with boys 2 This is the continuation of my log about child raising. We are now half a year into the process that started in February 2018. I have used the cuddle time around breastfeeding to help the boys express their needs. My two sons are becoming more and more confident in their feminine development, which is intensifying towards a heart-warming Christmas Eve. 2018 August 8. We are on holiday in Spain! It is at least as warm here as at home. None of the children's friends are around, so they have both felt safe with the wide white shorts. We have bought several pairs of pink or purple shorts in addition, but they are not as wide and airy as the white ones. I've been wondering if we can find a little more feminine swimwear than the usual boring swimming trunks. Therefore, we purchased some full- covering leotards that go a little down on the thighs. They are cute with a pink and purple pattern. In Spain, the children have not felt embarrassed by these. They have made contact with many peers at the hotel. Many think they are girls at first sight, with the nail polish, longish hair and colourful clothes. It looks like the kids are handling it well and just correct people who are wrong. August 20. Finley and Jack were both heading for the men's room. A guy wanted to help them find their way to the ladies' room. But they said they were boys and didn't need help! I am so proud of my two kids. August 23. It is now half a year since we started this journey to free the girls that live inside my sons. And I am amazed at how well it has worked for them. They still argue like brothers do, but it's calmer and more harmonious. I actually don't quite know what this is about, but this change of framework has done them good. My goal now is to try to get the boys to express their needs to a greater extent. Until now, I have taken most of the initiatives to help them overcome their shame. They are still small and do not have many words for feelings. But we get to practice. September 8. Finley is 7 years today. And we have had our traditional children's birthday. Usually, we invite all the boys in his class so as not to discriminate against anyone. But Finley thought this would be wrong this time. Because he feels connected to the girls too. And he doesn't want just to be a "boy boy". He also feels like playing with traditional girl things such as dolls, cooking, crockery, drawing and painting. We ended up inviting children of both sexes from the neighbourhood. And I thought it would be wonderful to have little girls through the doors of our house. I asked him what he wanted to wear. And this was the first time he wore his little tunic - a simple and airy light blue top that reaches him mid-butt. And he was also wearing a pair of white shorts that we had bought in Spain. And his nails were yellow, according to his own wishes! All went well. No child asked about his clothes or nails. Some of the parents said he looked nice. And a mother would like to have nail polish on her son. After the two-hour party, I tried to discuss Finley's experiences with him. But he was still excited and restless. As it often does, this ended with a breastfeeding. Finley is a little more restless during nursing than Jack and may try to watch TV with the breast in his mouth. I don't allow the multitasking, because I see breastfeeding as an opportunity to have concentrated contact with my sons. And if Finley is stressed, he pulls on the nipple till it hurts. But we made it this time. He calmed down nicely, and we had our cuddle time. I fondled with his sweet blue top. I told him he was so cute in his tunic, long hair, and yellow nails. And he agreed! Finley doesn't doubt his own value like Jack often does. He is more self-confident than Jack which is marvellous. It was easy to ask him about his opinions about the attire of his female guests. Without shyness he told me that Bellinda's dress was the prettiest. (Bellinda wore a pink floral frock with a lot of crinolines underneath. The skirt of the dress stuck out to all sides so she could spin around.) - I agree Finley! Julie's dress is gorgeous. One day you can have a dress like that if you like. Finley hesitated and looked questioning. - But I am a boy, mom! - You are just what you like to be, Finley. You will always be my beauty. I smiled to him, put my breast back in the bra, pulled my pullover down and patted his cheek. Then I kissed him on the same cheek. - Mom loves you so much! He stood up and walked out into the hall with a small red kiss mark from my lipstick on his cheek. That's my stamp of love. September 10. School will start in a week. We are getting some clothing challenges with my two boys that have started to move in a feminine direction. And the typical boy's clothes are no longer 100% representative of their identity. So, I've started looking around for unisex options that the boys can like. Tights are practical garments that provide great freedom of movement. But it's still quite warm here, so they can't be too thick yet. I have purchased some solid-coloured lycra tights for both boys, in modest shades of green, blue and brown. And then I bought a pair with a sporty pattern. None of my choices seem to freak the boys out, but it will be the first time this autumn that they are wearing such tight- fitting legwear. And there may be some comments from classmates. I have thought a lot about what acceptable jackets and tops may be. It feels strange to look for clothes on the girls' racks in shops. It's new to me, and I quickly fear the clothes become too feminine. Maybe I am too sensitive, I don't know. I realize that my own self confidence will radiate to the boys. And it is important that my anxiety does not interfere with their gender development. September 14. First day of school for both. Yesterday we tried on the new clothes to avoid any arguments in the morning dressing procedure today. In the shop I found two cool denim jackets with a slightly feminine touch, one for Jack and one for Finley. I'm the type of mum who loves to have children in matching clothes. Ha ha! The jackets have many pockets with some glossy details and are slightly curved in the waist. They are picked from the girl's section, but I've been very careful not to buy anything too girly. I sent them off to school in their new outfits and new identical schoolbags with motifs from Frost and Ice Age. The basic colour is faint pink. Jack has been colouring his nails since we started this spring. He is even more faithful to his manicure than me! Today he used the colourless glossy nail polish not to draw attention at school. Finley, on the other hand, has nothing against showing off his red nails at school. We were all excited at they walked out of our door wearing their new jackets heading for the big dangerous school. This afternoon they rushed into the house, threw their school backpacks into the hallway and asked for their Ipads. This is quite normal home- from-school behaviour and actually soothing to their anxious mother. All day I had been fearing my boys would be humiliated because of their new clothing in one way or another. But their fascial expressions revealed nothing extraordinary, and it seemed their clothing was just an uninteresting subject right now. I was so happy. September 22. The kids have hair growing like fertilized grass. The bangs are now on their noses, and they constantly have to remove hair with their hands to see their schoolbooks. The constant hair shaking makes me crazy. Both have shoulder-length hair or maybe a little longer than that. I stood behind Jack in the mirror and pulled his hair back with both my hands. - You have such beautiful hair. But now we must visit hairdresser Meredith again. She must have missed us. September 28. Meredith had apparently become a good friend by now, especially with Finley. He sat enthroned in the hairdresser's chair and understood that he was now with the world champion in hair. So, it was natural to demand "the world's finest hairstyle." The other customers started laughing. Finley liked the attention and raised his hands as if to show off the world cup trophy. His brother was a bit bothered by this and tried to correct him. - There is no such thing as the world's best hairstyle! But Meredith was ready to give Finley what he asked for. Finley is lucky to have natural curls. But Meredith still chose to curl the bottom sections of his long hair. And then he also got a cute stripe from the top in a pink colour. In front he got straight bangs. The result was beautiful dark curly hair that had a border of extra curls around the neck. It was so cute - and so girly. Jack has perfectly straight hair that is about the same length as Finley's. I could see how Jack struggled to express his desires to the hairdresser. It was too embarrassing for him. But he managed to tell Meredith that he liked the bangs she gave him last time. And he didn't want her to cut his hair shorter. Meredith chose to curl his hair in large curls to create a wavy style. He got a side part and a slanted bang. And he got an identical pink stripe just like the one Finley had. It was amazing to see how my son transformed into a beautiful girl as Meredith removed the rollers and brushed his hair out. Meredith finished with hair spray and told Jack to shake his head. - See! Hair spray keeps it in place! With her hands she lifted his hair around his neck and told him he had the cutest hair. And Jack so natural and sweet imitated her way of touching his hair. I felt like crying. And he saw that I found the handkerchief. - Is something wrong, mom? - Absolutely not. Everything is in its most beautiful order. Meredith was so sweet and loving. She let the boys, who looked like girls, understand that they were most welcome back. She looked forward to working on their hair next time. And I knew it would be a hell of a job to keep these hair styles on two wild boys. Later that evening I had to invite mother to see them before the hairspray got out and the first hat got on. When mom arrived, my two small individuals had started preferring the mirror to the Ipad. The kids were dancing and moving. Mom was speechless when she saw them in their tights, hairdos and denim jackets. Jack held his hands out to his side in a feminine way I've never seen before. And he supported his body on one leg. Where did he get this from? Mom whispered: - I hope you know what you are doing, Rachel! - I am absolutely confident, mom. Look how happy they are! And then she embraced both her grandsons. I cried again when I saw it. And then mother started sobbing too. Then we smiled and hugged each other. The kids probably understood nothing of the tears. But they probably realized that this was important to the adults. October 10. It's getting colder. And we constantly have to think about the children's clothes. They grow out of their boy things and move towards cuter clothes. I try to find jackets, sweaters and coats that they feel good in and that don't make them vulnerable to taunts from their friends. I fell for the Rokka&Rolla Girls' Reversible Light Puffer coat. It is a dark jacket with a dark exterior and a purple interior. But then you can turn it over so that it turns purple on the outside. So smart and so practical! Just have to buy it. They have been wearing their tights regularly, but these are too cold now. So, I have bought new boot cut jeans, also from the girls' department. They are so cute. Otherwise, I have also acquired other jeans and trousers with decorations and coloured edges. Some of the trousers are wide and almost culottes. Hope they will like them. They also need more tops, preferably tight-fitting and not too boring. And then I bought some sweaters with wide necks and some turtlenecks. So, mum and I have enjoyed ourselves shopping. I think mom has lost some of her inhibitions now and is looking forward to having granddaughters. October 22. My big boy has been clinging to my breasts more than usual. He has never been very talkative, and it can be difficult to find out what he is thinking. I think a lot about what suckling does to these boys that never want to stop doing it. More and more often they are close to my bosom hoping that I will open my bra once more. I have found that breastfeeding helps them calm down. And it helps them express their feelings. When they first lie at the breast, they are like little babies, completely without responsibilities and demands on them. And I notice how they change their language and talk like toddlers. They listen to my voice or hum. And precisely in that situation, they can make wishes or bring up topics with mum that they would otherwise not dare to bring up. Suckling is like a highway into kid's hearts. Little shy Jack needs to lie by my breast to speak his mind. And it happened again today. He lay and sucked on the tit. I felt his beautiful long hair and bragged about how cute he has become. He kept one hand on my breast as if he didn't want to let go. I've got used to all these cute red nails touching my body. The cooing sounds testified that he was doing well. And it's just when the tit is out of his mouth and I pat him on the cheek that he comes up with something. His voice was squeaky like a little child clinging to its mother. - Why do girls wear skirts, mom? I knew it had to come one day. Skirts and dresses are still not in their closet, and I have waited to introduce them. I want their femininity to develop gradually and natural. If they want a skirt, they should wear it like girls do and not look like boys dressing up. Boys in dresses may be harassed when they are with others. But simultaneously I felt a heartbeat and started to dream of a 100% girl in my family kissing me on my neck and whispering something nice in my ear. - Because they feel well in them, darling..... Do you want a skirt, my little gorgeous one? He didn't answer, but turned his cheek and held the breast so that the nipple entered his mouth again. Then he continued sucking slowly while looking me into the eyes. This look and the way of sucking indicate that he will continue the dialogue about the skirt later. October 31. Guess what day it is! Halloween is an excellent occasion for testing out girls' clothes. You just need to disguise yourself as a witch. Some witches are far too beautiful to actually be witches. And the two cutest witches in town are my boys. Both felt confident to go "all the way" this time. Dressing up is dressing up. It's allowed on Halloween and is something different from being a real girl. I bought them two round neck black dresses with short puff sleeves. The long dresses reach the ankles. And on their heads were hats of Harry Potter style. Many people told them how cute they were, and there was extra candy this time. I think they enjoyed themselves a lot. Jack blushed and was speechless when the dress came on. He has started to admire dresses in general and felt obviously gorgeous. And the beautiful witch produced these feminine movements that live inside him. He pulled his skirt out to the sides with both hands and made a curtsey. Where did he learn that? And for the first time he asked: How do I look, mom? The reader can guess the answer. I whispered in his ears: - Perhaps you now know why women wear skirts and dresses, Jack? November 2. Their school classes are more tolerant than I feared. The boys are doing very well, and they are not reporting any bullying. Both boys now go to school in girl's jeans. Jack is still a bit tense about it but does not protest when I help him putting them on. - You should definitely wear these cute boot cuts, Jack. They look so good on you! The very widest pants can remind a little of narrow skirts, and I think he likes them for that reason. But when wearing these, he sends me a few looks on the way out the door in the morning. Finley still seems pretty carefree, and I don't need to persuade him that much. He is also an inspiration to his brother when it comes to boldness and choice of clothes. As both become more feminine, they also connect better with the girls at school. And it's incredibly nice. It's also so wonderful that Jack now dares to wear pink nail polish at school. He started with the colourless one and gradually moved to a deeper pink and even bright red. All the bottles of nail polish are neatly placed on the shelf on his desk. All the toys, however, are a big mess. November 11. It has actually snowed a bit in recent days. And the cold breeze meets us as soon as we open the doors. The boys' jeans are getting too cold and I've taught them to wear pantyhose under their jeans. The sheer pantyhose is difficult for children and requires training. Otherwise, they can't get them on, or they immediately produce runs in them. I have cut and filed their toenails, so they are not edgy. And both have got cute nail polish on them. The fingernails have also been filed first. The boys have been sitting on my lap while I have rolled the pantyhose on them. It was fun to see their reaction the first time they wore the sheer skin coloured pantyhose. They acted like elves floating through the house. Finley was very excited: - Iv'e got pants that are even more invisible than Peter Pan's! Getting used to the pantyhose is also a preparation for skirts and dresses. I am having that in mind. November 17. Finley has made good contact with a friend in his class. She has invited him to her home. And he returned from the visit now. This little girl looks upon Finley as a friend among other girls. Her mother told me on the phone that they were putting on jewellery, playing with dolls, and trying on her dresses. And on Finley's finger I found a cute little ring from her. I told her mother that I would like to see Finley play more with her daughter. Because he had such a nice time with them. December 2. I've made Christmas calendar, like I always do. On every date there are two small, wrapped gifts waiting for them. Last year these were small characters from Disney, Jurassic Park, cars and Ninja Warriors. This year I have incorporated some jewellery such as rings, bracelets and necklaces. And there are some bottles of nail polish. I feel confident that they will be well received. December 9. I have been a bit worried about the body movements of the boys. They have more masculine movements than what suits their clothes. They sit with their knees miles apart, take long strides, slump down on their chairs and walk with their heads in front of their bodies like a bulldozer. These moves are very revealing and make them boyish boys who dress feminine. So today we had a competition to walk with a book on our heads. Whoever makes it the longest before the book falls down, has won. And I have small prizes for the winner. We do it over and over and will continue tomorrow. The boys think it's fun. But because of the age difference, it is often Finley who loses. So, I have to compensate for this somehow. It is so nice to see how the book on their head gives them graceful moves. December 11. Today we went to the Christmas market with my colleague's children. There are many cosy stalls with sweets and mulled wine. And a small brass band played Christmas music. There were horses and carriages and a big beautiful sparkling Christmas tree. And it was crowded. The children had a lot of fun and insisted that I buy them different things. The boys wore their purple coats with pink and purple winter hats. And they wore baggy jeans with a pattern to match the hats. They were so cute and looked like little girls in the city. It was also so nice to see how confident and natural they were with the girly clothes. Maybe it helps a little to practice with books on your head? December 16. Jack has been very clingy lately. When I am busy he puts his nose to my tit and mumbles something. And I have assumed that there is something he will say and that he needs attention. So I tried to use today's breastfeeding to find out. I just whisper "milk-milk" in his ear and he knows what it's about. Then he takes me by the hand and leads me to where we can sit down. He usually doesn't say anything, but sits on my lap, unzips my dress and takes my breast out of my bra, not always very carefully. Then he lies down and begins to suck. I talked to him as he lay there. And I caressed the lace of his blouse. - Isn't Christmas nice, Jackie? Are you looking forward to Christmas Eve? He nodded. - What do you wish for Christmas, my dear? Silence. He made some cuddling sounds. And then: - A dress, mom! - What kind of dress dear? - A red one that I can spin in. Then he narrowed his eyes as if he had parachuted ready to face the wind. It was a risky order from him. This was win or lose and very important. 10-year-old boys normally don't wish for clothes. But the dress had been a dream for him over some time. I still thought it was a bit early and that dresses should come later as they develop naturally into girls. And they have a lot to learn about moves. But I thought what the heck. They are around the house, and they have already worn a witch gown. Good that he wished a red dress. They are suitable for Christmas, - Well. Let's see what Santa Claus has in mind! Perhaps Santa needs to know if you've done your book practice properly. So, before bedtime Jack was again walking around like a pole with "Everyday cooking" on his head. December 17. Gosh! It's only week until Christmas! And I have so many Christmas preparations to do! I guess I never learn to start early enough. And now I have a boy who wants a dress for Christmas. Today I have been to four different stores to look. It was full of people everywhere and a lot of stress. I have had to plan carefully so that this does not fail. Jack had no problem with the witch's dress. But it was a carnival costume. And at Halloween you can dress in anything. This time it is more serious and probably the start of a long lasting lifestyle change. I had to buy the dress first and the accessories afterwards. I didn't want a dress that could only be worn for Christmas. A girly Santa outfit was out of the question. But simultaneously, it had to be red. And then he wanted a dress with a full skirt. Otherwise, you cannot spin. It wasn't too difficult to find the dress, a pretty little red A-line thing with a knee-length wide skirt and ruffles in both the bodice and skirt. And it had lovely long lantern sleeves. Luckily, they had the dress in both Jackie's and Finley's size. I thought I would make it a little extra exciting with a petticoat underneath. Then it becomes even more fun to spin, almost like a cancan dancer. So, I bought two silky and fluffy petticoats too. I had to buy different shoes for them. Finley is petite and may simply wear black Mary Janes. Jackie is big enough to wear some heels. I hope the heels can do something about his walk and movements. I chose a pair of white pumps with a red bow and a one inch heel to match his dress. How delightful! The clothes and shoes were wrapped in Christmas paper with red hearts. And there was a pretty little red and green bow. I was both happy and excited and began to look forward to Christmas Eve. December 25. We celebrated Christmas Eve yesterday. My mother usually spends every other Christmas with us and with my brother. When she's not here, the three of us have to be alone. But we are used to that. Yesterday we were lucky enough to have her with us. And it was very cosy. We usually start with a lunch. Then we hand out presents. At the end we have dinner. Mom and I were very excited this time because of the very unusual Christmas presents for the boys. Otherwise, the rhythm was quite similar to previous Christmases. Mum had caught a cold, so we had to keep some distance from her. But it wasn't easy, because the boys are so fond of her. The small lunch consisted of bacon, eggs, salads and the boys' favourite, peanut butter. I had dressed the boys in their red tights and white tunics. The question was how long Finley's tunic would stay white. And it wasn't that long. Jackie is more in control and has learned to protect his clothes with the napkin. The boys were mostly concerned with eating quickly so that we could hand out the presents - the highlight of the evening. The boys sat on the floor and I rested on a chair in front of them. They were so full of expectations. I took one of the gifts with red hearted paper and handed it to Jack. - Santa wishes you a Merry Christmas. He probably understood that it was something girly I had bought for him. The wrapping paper and perfume scent revealed it. He tried to open it in a rush, and I asked him to do it a lot slower and more carefully. Because we all wanted to watch this special moment. Then something red and exciting appeared out of the paper. - Lift it up so we can see, Jack! I could see he was shaking, so this was important to him. He showed the dress to us, and I then held it up to Jack's body. His grandma wanted him to be excited about the gift. - My goodness! Have you seen anything as beautiful as this! But Jack didn't need help to get triggered. He got completely speechless as he usually does when he is overwhelmed. It also looked like he was blushing. He started hugging it, then jumped around saying "yess, yess, yess". I watched my mother and said smiling to her: - I think he liiiiikes iiiit. Then I high-fived her. Jack opened the box with the white decorated pumps. Again he was speechless, had his eyes wide open and held his hand to his open mouth. And then he started crying. This was just too much. I laughed softly, held him in my arms. And then my tears started flowing to. - Sweet Jackie! I love you so, darling. Then I lifted up the petticoat and gave it to him. He felt the soft parts of it with his fingers and held it to his cheek. I saw Finely got envious and asked why he didn't get such a present. So, I was happy to let him unwrap his own dress and shoes. He was just as enthusiastic as his brother, but he never gets speechless. That's not him. Grandma's present for them both was the Barbie Malibu townhouse. These boys had hardly seen barbie dolls before, nor a pink and purple plastic house for them. But now they were both on their knees putting the house together. It provided a pleasant activity for all four of us with some reading of user manuals and some problem solving. Grandma had also acquired several barbie dolls and sets of clothes. While the children played with the barbie house, I started preparing dinner. For us, Christmas dinner is a somewhat formal occasion for which we dress up. And there was no doubt what the children would wear. I clapped my hands and announced that now we had to get dressed for dinner. Grandma took Finley and I took Jackie. I asked Jackie to strip down till he was naked. And then I found a sweet laced pair of white soft knickers that he stepped into. He put on his white silky camisole. I could see how anxious he was. Sitting on my lap, I wanted to help him with the sheer white pantyhose. I asked him to put his manicured nails into the legs of it. And then I pulled it tight over his feed. I tried to use my softest voice and patted him on his cheek: - You are getting pretty good at this, aren't you Jackie? - I think I know how to do it, mom. He got up from the chair and started to pull the pantyhose up his legs by himself. I told him to be careful and not pull to hard. But he managed rather well to smoothen it up to his groin. And then I pulled it all the way up to his chest. - How does it feel, gorgeous? - It's cool, mom! - Are you ready for the petticoat? - Sure! Can I put it on myself? He had never seen a petticoat like this before. I showed him what was in front and behind. - Isn't this lovely, darling? It makes your skirt airy and nice. Jack stepped into the petticoat and pulled it up to his waist while watching himself in the mirror. - It's cute, I think! This boy normally doesn't use the word "cute." So, it seems the clothes were expanding his vocabulary. I just loved that my boys would step into the feminine world and thereby understand women. - I think it is lovely, Jackie! - Yeah, it is lovely, mom. Lovely. He raised his arms and I slipped his new red dress over his head. It slid down the camisole and hips until it stopped just above the edge of the petticoat around his knees. Then I buttoned the back and spun the boy around. - Wow! Isn't that something. It looks marvellous on you! Look how gorgeous you are! Now to your shoes, darling. You've probably seen that they have some heels. It makes them extra pretty and such shoes are worn by the slightly bigger girls. And I think you're getting big. I hope those heels make you start to walk a little prettier. So let's put them on! He sat on the chair while I bent my knees and slipped his pantyhose clad feet into them. Then I asked him to stand up. He was a little unsteady at first, so I held his elbows. - Go back and forth a bit. He balanced so well on his new heels. It was so much fun to watch. In front of the vanity I brushed his long blonde hair thoroughly and used a curling iron to create waves in his hair that went towards his neck. And then I put a little Christmas green clip bow on the side of his hair. I inspected his hands and praised him for the manicure he manages so well. He looked at himself in the mirror and obviously thought he was gorgeous. Then I turned him around again, took both his hands. I went down on my knees, demanded eye contact and said something important to him: - Children that are as lovely as you are don't run around screaming, they don't shout, fight or quarrel with their siblings. The are kind to everyone. And they walk nicely like having a book on their heads. And by the way: This Barbie doll needs a dress for tonight. So can you remove her pants and dress her in the clothes you think are the sweetest for Christmas. OK? He nodded, and I gave him the Barbie. He trippet out to the hallway and met his brother. Mom and I laughed. We had made two cute twirling girls tonight. And I loved it. But there are thousands of obstacles ahead. The boys need to grow into the female role. And we need to take several steps back and teach them thoroughly how to behave and dress. The party dress is for tonight in safe environments. But they cannot always play with their Barbies in our house with grandma and me. The next days they will have to face the lions out there. And we need to plan how to do it.