Message flagged Wednesday, 25 May 2011, 2:52

All of my nails were get manicured and varnished, and they pierced my ears where gold studs had been fitted. A matching set of jewelry had been ordered for the big day. Yeah, everything thing was going to plan, their plans of course, not mine.

I was no nearer to finding answers to my questions and that worried me a bit, but there wasn't much I could do but see it out to the end and see what would happen then.

During the week leading up to the festival, the village and the houses were decorated with bunting, flags and flowers. The Floats were gotten ready for the procession, even the road sweepers were busy cleaning the streets. So far, there hadn't been any major problems, just little ones that were soon fixed.

The mood in village was one of joy and great expectations, everyone was busy and having a great time, the parish council were everywhere chivying people along and making sure everything was being done and completed on time. One of women on the parish council was with me all day, she was forever finding fault with me and it came to head after 3 days when she was told off by Mum and the ladies in the village.

Finally, the day of festival dawned and after breakfast, I was taken to village hall to be gotten ready for the big day. The women were making a fuss of getting me ready when I suddenly burst out laughing, everyone just stopped and looked at me. When I stopped laughing they asked me what was funny.

So, I told them it was funny that the 500th Queen of the May was a boy because they couldn't find a girl of the right age. I was relieved when they saw the funny side of it. Eventually, all that needed doing was to do my makeup and put on my gown. So, before that, we stopped for a bite to eat, it was going to be a very long day.

My gown was put on over the layers of petticoats I had on, they then put a plastic cape on me so they could do my makeup. Once I was ready, it was a case of waiting until I was announced. Eventually, I was announced and following the flower girls. I was led onto a platform were I was to be crowned by the leader of the parish council. Cameras were clicking all around me their was also a photographer from the local newspaper.

Once the crowing ceremony was done, I was placed on the throne which was lifted and carried to the lead float and fastened in place. I was glad of the concealed strap that held me in place so I didn`t fall off.

The procession wasn't very long, just around the outskirts of the village. I was glad that the flower girls were on the float with me to give me a bit of company. I felt very conspicuous sitting there where everyone could see me and was glad when i could get down off of the float.

The next thing I had to do was declare the festivities open, and everyone apart from our little group descended on the playing fields where the fairground and displays were. There were also vintage tractor engines and various competitions, races, sheepdog trials etc.

I wanted to get changed so I could join in the fun, but was told that I had to present the prizes as various events and races finished. So I had to stay in my gown, not much fun for me.

At the end of day, I was tired out and hungry. Although I did get a few snacks during the day, they just kept the edge of my hunger. When I eventually got home, a couple of ladies were there to get me out of my gown and accessories which were then packed to be taken away to be cleaned and got ready for my debut.

After a meal, I watched TV for a while before having a bath and going to bed. It had been a busy and to me a boring day, but everyone else seemed to enjoy themselves. Oh well, the fairground would be still be there tomorrow so I might yet get to go on some of rides.

The following day, after breakfast, I wanted to go to the fairground, but I didn`t know that there was an itinerary for me to carry out for the rest of year. So before I was allowed out we had to through that. The list seemed endless. There were contests I was entered in, pageants I had to be in and various other events.

This meant that I would have to be fitted out with several costumes complete with accessories. I never realised what the village queen went through. I thought it was just the village festival and one or two other village events. Now it seemed that just about every weekend was taken up with some sort of activity. With school and other activities, I would have very little free time.

Once a week I had moisturizing cream massage into my skin and after a couple of months, told Mum I thought I was starting to get a reaction from it. She had a look at my chest and gave me an antihistamine cream to stop the itching and it worked. That evening, I overheard Mum saying to Dad "I think it`s started."

And dad saying, "I will make an appointment with the specialist."

I didn`t hear the rest as one of my brothers came in, so I just went upstairs. It set me thinking again, what`s started? were they referring to me or something else?

I know I wasn't seeing a specialist anymore as I had been discharged from hospital care, although they were still taking blood samples every three months. I came to the conclusion that they must have been talking about something else. I was sent to hospital for a CAT scam by the family GP after having severe abdominal pains, the pains went away after a while. X rays were also taken form the waist down before I was allowed home.