Has Ollie chosen a life as a girl? Does he want to return to the world of boys?

My Mum Turned Me Into a Girl
Part 5
By Ollie

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So the day was spent shopping. We went into shops Hannah had taken me into but this time I felt like the expert telling dad things he didn’t know. He followed me around and didn’t complain once. He looked like he was enjoying himself and he spent a lot of money on me. It was all going so well. My new boots looked fantastic. I was allowed to wear them out of the shop- something mum never let me do with new shoes. I couldn’t help but keep looking at myself in every shop window we passed and when we went into the clothes shops I spent longer than I should in front of the mirrors.

Dad didn’t once tell me to hurry up. His smile said he was having a great time. Then he announced, "I want to buy a beautiful necklace for my beautiful princess!" I went red and didn’t know where to look. There was something special in the way he called me a princess but also something quite humiliating. I loved the fact that it made me feel so special but being treated like a girl by my dad was so strange.

"Thank you, dad," I said. He gave me a questioning look so I said, "Thank you, daddy." He smiled.
 
 
Everything was going so well. Then we met Josh. I was admiring myself in the window of a shoe shop while daddy got more money from the cash point and I was aware that a boy was leaning back, bored. I looked his way and recognised Josh. Immediately, I coloured and hoped he hadn’t seen me. It was amazing how quickly the spell was broken. I had spent the day as a girl and loved it, even without Hannah around, but as soon as the cold draught of reality caught me it felt wrong, as if I was doing something I shouldn’t. I turned my back to edge away when dad crossed the street. Of course he saw Josh and called to him.

"Long time, no see Josh," he said. "My, you’ve grown since I last saw you."

"I eat a lot… or so my mum says," Josh answered. You could tell he was scanning around to see where I was. I didn’t know whether or not to say something then I realised he didn’t recognise me in my new gear. I started to think I could get away without being discovered but dad looked in my direction and Josh, following his eye-line, spotted me. His eyes took in the sight of me in a short skirt and his face registered surprise but he didn’t say anything.

"You and Josh don’t hang around much anymore, I hear," dad said.

"No, we are into different things," I said. Josh couldn’t tell whether he was the subject of disapproval or not.

"That’s right," Josh said. He didn’t know what to say next. It was very awkward for both of us.

"We’re going for lunch," dad announced. "Why not come with us?" Josh was searching for a reason.

"I don’t know," he hesitated. "I’m waiting for my mum and dad," he continued, "and they are taking ages."

"All the more reason to come with us," dad said. "I’ll sort it out with your parents."
 
 
He went into the shoe shop to find them, leaving Josh and me standing outside not sure what to say to each other. Josh kicked the ground in his trainers. I didn’t want to do that to my new boots.

"Are they new clothes?" he asked me at last.

"Yes," I replied, and then because I didn’t now what else to say and because I had heard my mum say this sort of thing I said, "Do you like them?" Immediately I felt stupid. I really was turning into a girl.

"Yes. They look very nice."

"Nice," I said mimicking Mrs Vincent. "Nice!" She hated that word. If we used it she would demand that we replaced it with a better, more specific word.

"Alright, very pretty," Josh said and then he went a bit red and I did too. Him because he had said it to me who used to be his best friend and me because I was really pleased he had said it.

"Do you really think so?" I replied. I was becoming a girl!

"Don’t you feel a bit, well, odd wearing them, though?" Josh asked.

I wasn’t sure what to say. I was confused. I hadn’t wanted him to see me like this, but now that he had I didn’t mind. The worst bit was over. What was more strange was that when I looked at what Josh was wearing, his combat trousers and scruffy sweatshirt with trainers, I really didn’t want to have to wear that sort of thing again. Yet, I used to… when I was a boy. And there it was again. I kept finding myself saying things to myself that showed that I was becoming more of a girl than a boy.
 
 
Dad returned before I had given Josh a proper answer and swept us off to lunch. We had a great time. It was a bit like when we were best friends and I wasn’t sure why we weren’t anymore except when Josh was talking he kept telling us things he had done, at school and at home, and I wasn’t all that interested. Although I still liked him I could see I wouldn’t want to spend much time with him anymore. The things Hannah and I did were much better.

Dad was really good to Josh. He joked with him and they talked about football for a bit. Then things got more serious when he said, "Is everything all right at school, Josh? I mean for Olivia." It was shocking to hear my dad call me by a girl’s name. I know the way I was dressed meant I couldn’t really complain but it was still odd to hear it. I didn’t say anything. Josh didn’t seem to think it was weird. His expression never changed. Dad continued, "It would be horrible if anyone had bullied her."

"Nobody has," Josh said. "Honestly." I think he was worried that my dad was accusing him.

"Told you," I said. Josh looked at me, relieved.

"Thanks Josh for being understanding. It hasn’t been easy for her, you know," dad continued.

"Dad," I said. I wanted him to stop and I wasn’t about to call him ‘daddy’ in front of Josh. There were some things I wasn’t ready for.

"Alright, I know when I’m being told off," he laughed and he leaned over and gently patted my face.
 
 
That afternoon dad bought me a necklace with a heart shaped pendant. It was the best present he ever bought me. In fact, it was the best weekend I had ever spent with him. When he delivered me back home I didn’t want to leave him but I was also excited at the thought of showing mummy all the new things we had bought. Mum stared at dad in admiration when I walked through the door wearing my skirt, tights and boots. She could hardly believe it. Her face was full of admiration at what dad had achieved.

When it was time to say goodbye to dad, she touched him, gently, on the arm in a way I hadn’t seen her do for a long time.

"Thanks," she said and her voice was warm. Dad smiled, kissed me on the cheek, then lifted me up and swung me around. I screamed when he pretended he was going to drop me.

"Are you going to be a good girl until I come again?" he asked.

"Yes I am," I replied.

"Say it then," he said holding my face between his hands.

"I am going to be good until next time," I replied.

"I am going to be a good girl," he said emphasising the words he wanted to hear.

"I am going to be a good girl," I said. Later, I realised that that was the first time I had called myself a girl out loud.
 
 
At school on Monday I wore a skirt for the first time. Mummy told me there would have to be a first time so I might as well get it over with. After the weekend it would have been odd to try to object.

I wasn’t thrilled at the idea but inside I recognised I was further away from boyhood than ever. I wore bottle green tights as well. I wanted to wear thinner tights. I knew Chloe would approve but mummy said I had to wait until I was older. The ones I wore were thicker winter tights. The skirt was a boring grey school skirt, like the other girls wore, nothing to get excited about.

I had new school shoes, black mary janes, so I looked just like all the other girls. I wore a cardigan for the first time as well. Some girls wore school cardigans but no boys did. I suppose mummy bought if from the school office since that is where the uniform came from. Nobody mentioned the fact I was wearing a skirt for the first time. I don’t think they noticed, particularly.

I had given up trying to hang on to the thought that I was a boy dressed up against his will. I thought of myself more and more as a girl. When Mrs Vincent let the boys go out to play first I just sat until she said the girls could go. I worked and played with girls. Bit by bit the world the boys inhabited seemed alien to me. I didn’t like the rough way they played near us sometimes and I would have hated to wear some of the clothes they had to wear.
 
 
One day in a PE lesson Mrs Vincent said we had to work in partners but that a boy had to work with a girl. Several boys argued over who would work with me and I felt really good. Mrs Vincent solved the problem by saying I could choose and I chose Josh. We had to make up a dance together to some music and Josh had the brilliant idea of me leaning back, like in a faint, and him holding me to stop me from falling. It looked brilliant everyone said afterwards. Josh was really pleased that we had been so successful and I had loved the way Josh had been able to hold me. He was really strong. I hadn’t really noticed before.
 
 
When we were lining up for dinner I found myself lining up next to Josh. We got talking. Then Jordan arrived and Josh turned to talk to him instead. They had become great friends since… well, since I started turning into a girl. I sighed and turned my back on the boys.

When Chloe came along I let her join me in the line, Jordan immediately objected. "That’s not fair," he said.

"She pushed in." He looked around for support but Josh didn’t seem to mind much.

"Typical girls," Jordan said, disgustedly. "Always sticking up for each other." Chloe and I smiled at each other.

"Better than being a smelly boy," I said. We laughed.
 
 
Hannah approved of my new clothes. It felt like it had been ages since we had seen each other but we had only missed a weekend. I showed her all my new stuff and told her about the weekend and about daddy calling me his little princess and everything. She listened to everything and told me she was glad things had been so good with my dad.

"When mummy first told me about you, I didn’t believe her," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, she told me that, although you looked like a boy, you were really a girl inside. I felt sorry for you."

I looked at her. She was so sweet and obviously wanted to help but I couldn’t believe what she was telling me.

"Mummy explained about girls being trapped inside boys’ bodies," she continued. "It must have been really hard for you. I wanted to talk to you about it but mummy said I mustn’t. You would get upset."

I suppose this wasn’t so surprising. After all, I knew what my mum was up to but it still seemed so shocking to hear Hannah spell it out.

"Do you wish I had talked to you about it?" she asked.

"Not really. Anyway, it doesn’t matter now does it?" I replied.

"But you are happy now aren’t you? Now that everything is okay?"

"Yes. I suppose I am."

"The worst time was when we shared the bath. When you cried I was so upset for you but mummy explained that you didn’t like being naked," she went on.

"Well, it was embarrassing," I replied.

"I know. Mummy explained that you didn’t like any reminders that you were trapped as a boy. When you were with me you could pretend to be a girl, or so my mum said, but being naked in front of me… well there was no way you could keep up the pretence."

I stared at her. They had been so clever, Mum and Alison. They had thought of everything. I was getting worked up about it and felt like confronting them but then Hannah reminded me we were going shopping later.

"I’d like new jeans," she said. She was always wearing jeans. I don’t know why because she had great legs. I liked to show mine off and they weren’t anywhere near as good as hers.

"I’m getting some new tights," I told her. "Stripy ones would look great I think, don’t you?"

"They’d go great with that skirt and those boots," she said. I agreed. They would. I forgot about Mum and Alison and we linked arms as we headed back to the house.

I told you at the start of this story that I had three facts and one opinion about what happened to me. I’ve told you the facts.

The opinion?

It was the best thing that happened to me.

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The End