Synopsis: Billy was a normal boy or so it seemed, behind his eyes
though there raged a battle and slowly the conflict was eased by his
mothers touch.

A MOTHER'S TOUCH

A story by Allie Elle.

Billy stood there hands on his hips looking down with a sneer on his
face at his defeated opponent and wiped the blood from under his nose.
He was a short boy with only what could be called a pretty face and he
was tapping his foot. His opponent was Sean Willis from down the street
and the two eight year old boys had been fighting for over ten minutes.
Billy had a temper and he did not know why but he was subject too mood
swings and would lash out at only one word being said. He was not well
liked in the neighbourhood so he was used to people thinking the worst
of him.

He looked at the rest of the kids and smiled that cold smile of his as
he looked at them...

"Okay so who's next?" He stood there his hands on his hips. A small boy
no older than five walked up and kicked him in the shin.

"Why you little twerp I'll teach you" He started to pummel the kid his
face red with fury until his mom came running down the street.

"William Davies you stop that this instance!!!!!!!" Billy's mom grabbed
him by the ear and marched him away. Mrs Davies looked back at what her
son had done and cursed the day she had married the boy's father. To
mister Davies such behaviour was allowed as it proved his son was not a
sissy.

Mrs Davies dragged her son looking down at him with a look of disgust
on her face as she led him back to the house. Billy was worried he had
never seen his mom so mad as she seemed at that particular moment. She
dragged him upstairs and waited for his father to come home. A short
while later the front door slammed and Mr Davies had returned from his
job. Sylvia Davies stood looking at her husband her lips curled into a
snarl. She placed the case of his clothes at his feet and pointed to
the door.

Upstairs in his room Billy had reached under his bed and pulled out the
doll he had hidden there with a pack of pills. He may have been a moody
boy but he wasn't dumb he knew exactly what he had in his cache. The
pills were hormones and he swallowed as he looked at them, he knew it
was what he wanted but something he still wanted as a boy. His violent
moods come from the conflict inside of him as he viewed girls as soft
and sissy and he wanted to be tough. Also he wanted to be a girl too.
He wanted to skip and play dolls and do girls sports and look pretty,
he wanted to go to his prom in a dress and have a good looking boy on
his arm.

He looked at the pills and the doll and in a fit of rage threw them
across his room. He knew his temper came from the fact his body did not
match how he viewed himself. He pulled out a set of photographs; they
were images of girls in Sunday church dresses skipping on a rope having
fun. He listened hard and heard the front door slammed He could here
his mom sat on the stairs crying, he opened his bedroom door not
realising that he was clutching the doll tightly. He walked down to
where his mom was sat on the bottom stair her head in her hands.

Sylvia looked up at her son and frowned as she saw the doll in his
hand. She looked closely and saw really his movements were similar to
that of a girl. He was holding his hands away from his body and was
shuffling his feet as his mom looked at him. She was looking a little
shocked as she saw the doll in her sons hand and cleared her throat.

"Billy what are you doing with that doll?" She asked gently not wishing
to anger her son.

"Nuffin just took it from a girl today she was annoying me!" Billy
looked down trying to hide his blush as he lied to his mother.

It was forgotten as Sylvia took her son into the lounge and sat him on
the sofa with a gentle push to his shoulder. Billy was worried as he
looked at his mothers face and saw the tracks of tears there. He sat
there feeling small as he looked up at her; she looked lost as she
paced around the room. She was wringing a handkerchief through her
hands as she reached the area of floor in front of the sofa where Billy
was sitting she looked at him and broke down in tears again. She sent
him to bed without explaining any thing and just sat in a chair in the
lounge looking lost.

art 2: It all comes out.

The following morning Billy was feeling tired and he just lounged about
in his bedroom for most of the morning. Sylvia having had enough of him
under her feet shooed him out of the house to play in the back yard.
Racheal the six year old girl next door was also playing out in her
yard having a dolls tea party. Billy was feeling bored as he stood by
the fence and he watched as she played with her dolls feeling jealous
of her fun. He decided to climb over the fence to see if he could join
in or maybe ruin her fun but as he did so he caught sight of the dress
she was wearing. His heart increased its pace and he thought it so
pretty, she looked up at him and smiled.

"Hi wanna play dress up??" The girl asked with a smile.

Billy was pretty bored and the action of someone that was not really
afraid of him surprised him and he was speechless for a few minutes. He
stood there with a silly grin on his face and nodded and climbed over
the fence into the garden of his next door neighbour's garden. The girl
smiled and took his hand gently and led him towards the house. Sylvia
was watching from her garden and the girl's mother was watching from
the kitchen. She wondered what her daughter was up to with the local
boy who was known to be a bully. Samantha Dewlish was a confident
little girl for a five year old. She could feel that Billy's main
problem was he was stuck between two people. That was what she thought
anyway with the deep conviction of a child.

Shouting through to her mom that she had got a friend to play dress up
she lead Billy up to her room. As the boy followed her into her haven
his jaw dropped, the room was so well decorated and tidy. He was
jealous of her but he thought she would not like doin stuff like base
ball and climbin trees. He was surprised when he saw some baseball
posters and jeans scattered on the bottom of an open closet.

"Let's get started Billy." Samantha stated.

A short while later Billy was dressed from the skin out in a pretty
party dress, frilly panties, a petticoat, ankle socks and a pair of
pink Mary Janes to match the dress. He spent about three hours playing
with Samantha and was enjoying himself. He found that he was happy for
the first time in his young life. His mom was shouting over the garden
fence and Billy looked round for his clothes. Samantha smiled and took
his hand and led him out of the house. He dragged his feet wondering
why his new friend was trying to make him go outside in a dress.

They reached the garden and Sylvia was talking to Samantha's mom over
the fence and her jaw dropped. Her son looked like a proper girl and
his actions looked natural. She started to realise that his violence
was him trying to prove he was not a sissy. Sylvia waved the children
over to her and lifted Billy back over the fence and lead him inside
for his dinner. After they had eaten Billy did not rush upstairs to his
room but sat in the lounge with his legs together and his hands holding
the skirt of his dress down.

"Mommy?" He asked slowly.

"Yes honey?" Sylvia could not remember the last time her child had
called her mommy.

With that Billy ran upstairs and came down with the pills and the doll.
In a halting voice he described the best he could how he felt wearing
the dress. He also told her how he got hold of the pills and what they
were. For a short while Sylvia did not say any thing but sat on the
sofa #.She looked and saw her child crying and she reached a gentle arm
around the shaking shoulders. She smoothed the long blonde hair back
and thought on. She knew her child was suffering inside and she really
could not work out what she should do. So she sent Billy to bed, but
this night she did not let him get ready himself but ran his bath and
washed him and found one of her old nightshirts with a cartoon
character on and put him in it and tucked him in.

The following morning Billy woke up and smiled when he realised he was
still dressed like a girl and he went down stairs. The night shirt was
almost too big and he felt he was still playing dress up. He reached
the kitchen and his mom was in the phone and there was a dress and more
clothes. Sylvia smiled and pointed to the clothes and Billy saw it was
a play dress a jumper in style. They had a good talk and they decided
that Billy was to continue dressing as a girl and they were to go and
see the doctor and go shopping. Sylvia was surprised just how girly
Billy was and she saw him writing something in a note book and she saw
she had changed her name slightly to Billie.

Billie was becoming happy and smiled when she found she could still
play base ball though only softball for the next season. She continued
becoming more girly and became good friends with Samantha and helped
the younger girl. She went through two years in school dressing as a
girl and the teachers saw an improvement in her grades and behaviour.
The doctors then decided to start the treatment for her to become a
full girl and she was finally happy.

Epilogue:

The years passed and Billie became a good looking girl and at her high
school prom was escorted by the captain of the school baseball team.
She walked into the prom hall dressed in a shimmering white prom dress.
She was voted prom queen and danced the night away. The upshot was the
prom king was Sean and after a few dances she felt her self becoming
attached to him. They were to attend the same college after graduation
and became a couple. Two years after their final graduation they
married. Samantha was a bridesmaid and Billie's mother stood next to
her daughter smiling and crying.

A year after that they were passed to adopt and they adopted three
children two girls and a boy. They had a loving family and Billie
worked as a counsellor for transgendered children. She had a thriving
practice and was well respected. She was also a daemon softball player
and also enjoyed putting on a pair of jeans and climbing trees with her
children. Just because she was a girl it didn't restrict what she did.
Her children loved her and they knew she was a special person. As she
looked back on her life, she realized how special her life had become
and how truly happy she was being that woman she first dreamed of so
long ago

The end