Prince Taylor is just a boy that gets in a lot of trouble. Some say that he is spoiled and some say he has a problem with temper tantrums. His parents are very worried... so worried that they are sending their son to the Victorian Virtue Institute.
This school specializes in an old method of raising boys called petticoat discipline. They help improve a boy's behaviour by expressing their feminine side. In other words, they treat boys like sissies.
How will Prince Taylor deal with this, and since as a royal member he is in the public eye, how will the public react?

I know you are all waiting to hear about my childhood as Prince Taylor. That's me by the way. But before I do this, I should explain an aspect of the world that I live in. It's not the same as your world. It is the future. So being the nice person I am, I will explain one aspect of my world that may sound extreme for you and even unbelievable. However, this is the future. It will affect your children and grandchildren!

In your world, you would never force a child to wear girl clothes and act like a girl. I am sure that it was done, but it would have been seen as child abuse. I heard that it was common in the Victorian age. However, things changed. Children were respected and had more rights. It was illegal to spank children or harshly discipline them. I think this was good. You can raise a child without hurting them. It was good that children were protected. The problem was that some parents had no clue how to raise children. it was thought that children were becoming worse and worse. Adults thought that children were undisciplined and spoiled brats. Parents felt powerless. Still, this was a time when my parents were raised as children, and they ended up being good people.

So when I was born, things started to change. Some people thought that petticoat discipline for unruly boys was a good idea. After a lot of public debate, people no longer thought that it was abuse. So it was allowed. Not a lot of boys were given this treatment, as while parents thought it was not a bad thing, they did not want to do it to their sons. There was only one school in my country that had a petticoat discipline for boys. Only a handful of boys went there, so we never heard much about it. I heard that some parents did it at home, where they treated their son as a girl for a few days. I never heard any boy admit that this happened to them. All in all petticoat treatment was allowed, but was not a common practice.

I had a friend who went to the Victorian Virtue Institute. His name was Blake. He was the same age as me. We used to be good friends, but he started at the VVI a few months before this story started, so I no longer had him to hang around with. When he told me he was going to the special school, I could not understand why. He was in my class and he never got in trouble. I was only 10, so I had no clue what petticoat discipline was. Blake never told me what would happen at the school either, so I just thought that he was going to an ordinary boarding school.

I was part of the Royal Family. My grandmother was the Queen and my dad was the crown prince. I was the oldest, so this means that someday I would be the King. I had a little sister whose name was Julia. She was 7 years old. The Royal family was respected and loved by the people. We lived in luxury and did not understand that some people in the country found it hard to pay daily expenses. We lived in a palace but had homes all over the country.

As I told you, I was 10 years old when this happened. I was an ordinary boy who liked ordinary boy things. The difference was that I was a prince. I never was hungry and had maids and servants who did everything for me. I realized by the age of 10 that being a royal prince was not the same as other boys. While I had a great life, there were also some disadvantages. One thing was that my life was predestined. I could not be a fireman if I wanted or work as James Bond. I was going to be a King. Another annoying thing was that I was public property. Every time I walked in public, the paparazzi were there taking pictures of my every move. In the media, my every move was analysed over and over again.

So where do I finally start my story? I suppose I can start with a time that I was with my mom visiting an elderly people's home. My mother was a perfect princess. She smiled and spoke with everyone. I was much different. I know that as a prince, the public needed to see me and I had obligations. It was not often I had to do things like visiting a retirement home. However, my mother thought it would be a good learning experience. I wanted to be in any other place than this. One of the old ladies ruffled my hair and told me that I was so sweet. I spoke before I thought and replied that it was good that I was not an old bat like she was. Needless to say, my comment was on the front pages of the media the next day. I was seen as a rude prince. My mother told me she was so disappointed in me.

I was told to think of how my comment made the old woman feel. I thought why didn’t anyone realize that I would rather play football than speak with old people? I got in more trouble. I made my sister cry the next day. In my defence, my parents were just after giving me a long speech on how to be polite and I was frustrated. I went to my little sister and she was sitting peacefully playing with an old porcelain doll. I just looked at her. Everyone thought she was an angel. No one ever got mad at her. It was always me that had to stand attention and have my parents yell at me. I took her doll and tore the head off of it, leaving my sister in tears. I will be honest, I did not know why I did that. It just happened in a flash. Of course, I was now in trouble once again.

I know my parents loved me and I know that my behaviour worried them. I heard them speaking one day about me.
“Taylor seems to be getting out of control,” my mom said
“He is like any other boy his age.” my dad responded
“And thats what worries me. He constantly gets in trouble and his temper is becoming worse. I am afraid how he will end up. Will he start doing drugs and alchohol? Will he be mean and arrogant? Will he be a good king?”

My parents discussed that as a prince, my every move is scrutinised by the public. Unlike other children my age, I had to grow up in the public eye. My behaviour had consequences for the monarchy. My parents were also judged for their parenting skills and not many thought they were doing a good job.

I did not think that I was a bad boy. I was just not a goody-good person like my sister. My grandmother said that I was an angel, just a fallen angel at times.

My friend Blake visited me when he had a weekend off from the Victorian Virtue Institute. I burst out laughing when I saw him. He was wearing a pink frilly dress and had a ribbon in his hair. He started crying at my reaction and cried even more when I called him a crybaby. When I told him that it must be a joke that he dressed as a girl, he told me that this is what the school did to boys. It was petticoat treatment. I had no clue what petticoat treatment meant and did not understand why a school would turn boys into sissies. Blake told me that he didn’t mind being a sissy. He liked looking pretty and being a girl. I told him that he had changed. He was now so weird. The rest of his visit did not go well. When I noticed that he was also wearing a diaper, it was too much for me. I ignored him. It was so sad that my best friend was now just a sissy.

After Blake went, my sister started speaking to me. She thought I was mean to Blake.
“This is not how you treat a friend,” she said, “Why do you always have to be mean to others. You think the world revolves around you. You know it's more fun making people smile than making them cry. I always wanted you and me to have a good relationship as a brother and sister, but it's hard at times. I will try to be a better sister if you try to be a better brother”

I rolled my eyes at her.

The next day, I was with my mother once again visiting a flower show. I was so bored. There were flowers everywhere. My mother tried speaking with me and telling me how she loved beautiful flowers. I responded that I did not want to be here. Then my mother gave me a speech about duty and dedication. I thought that there was loads of time before I learned how to be a good prince. My mother just told me to smile and pretend that I was having fun. This was hard to do as there were journalists everywhere taking pictures and asking me questions. When I was asked for the hundredth time which flower was my favourite, I started shouting that I was not a sissy. I started destroying the flowers around me by tugging the flowers from their pots and throwing them everywhere. Needless to say, I was once again on the front pages of newspapers as they wrote about my latest temper tantrum.

I was not popular after this. I heard the Queen tell my parents that something had to be done about me. I thought that I would be grounded. This did not happen. I decided that I would apologize to my mother. She was not at her desk, but there was a brochure from the Victorian Virtue Institute. I picked it up and read it.

"At the Victorian Virtue Academy, we believe in fostering a unique environment for character development. Introducing our avant-garde 'Petticoat Enrichment Program' specially designed for our young boys. Embracing the spirit of diversity and creativity. Boys express themselves through a range of clothing styles traditionally associated with girls. Boys enrolled in the program embrace the role of girls, Our curriculum is designed to provide a well-rounded education while encouraging students to explore a variety of interests. Engaging in activities traditionally associated with girls breaks down gender stereotypes and fosters a more inclusive and understanding community. We believe in breaking down traditional gender barriers to promote understanding, empathy, and inclusivity. This delightful initiative is not a punishment but a transformative experience, allowing our students to explore different facets of themselves. After the program, participants are empowered to make informed decisions about their gender identity. Whether they choose to continue their journey towards transitioning or to return to their previous gender expression"

Why did my mom have a brochure about a sissy school? It made me feel sorry for Blake. This school forces him to be a girl. I felt weak in my knees. Beside the brochure was a newspaper that had an article about me. It was a poll about the royal family. I was the most unpopular member of the royal family. Of course, my sister was popular. On top of that the majority of people thought I was too spoiled and would make a bad king. They wanted my sister to be the Queen. Why did people hate me? I am only 10. It would be decades before I became the king. I felt like the most misunderstood boy in the world.

When I did find my parents, Blake's mother was about to leave. My mother told me that they wanted to speak with me.
“You are growing up to become a man that the world does not need,” she explained, ” So we have decided to send you to the Victorian Virtue Institute. It is far away, so you will be boarding there. The school will be good for you. It will give you humility, empathy and kindness. You may not like it at first, but Blake loves going there. At least you will know someone there. I know you may not want to do this, however, your behaviour has left us no little option. It has been decided, so accept it.”

I shouted and screamed at my parents that Blake was no longer a friend. He was a sissy. I did not want to go to a school that made me wear dresses and do girl things. I was a boy and not a girl. This whole idea of sending me there was evil and abuse. I begged my Dad to convince my mother not to send me there. He did not say a word. He always agreed to what my mother decided.

I did not speak with my parents after this. I thought they were so mean, I would refuse to go to that sissy school. I would kick and hit anyone that tried to force me to go there. I would run away from the school. Over the next few days, I just sat on my bed. I do not think that I ever cried so much.

Julia (my sister) tried to console me. She said she would miss me but hoped also it would make me a better person. I did not answer her. How would she like to be treated like a boy? Still, I did appreciate that she felt sorry for me and tried to cheer me up. The Queen even tried to speak with me. She told me that she knew this would be hard for me. The whole country would know that I was there and this could be embarrassing. It could even be humiliating as people would think I was a sissy. She told me that not many boys were given the petticoat treatment, and I could make it popular. This could be good or bad. My grandmother told me that I needed to be brave, hold my head high and show the world who I was. I could use this school as a chance to find a side of me that I never had.

The day came when my bags were packed and I was sitting in the car ready to travel to the Victorian Institute. I had tears rolling down my cheeks.

Prince Taylor has started at the Victorian Virtue Institute.
This school specializes in an old method of raising boys called petticoat discipline. They help improve a boy's behaviour by expressing their feminine side. In other words, they treat boys like sissies.
How will Prince Taylor deal with this, and since as a royal member he is in the public eye, how will the public react?

It seems as if we drove for eternity and the new school was in the middle of nowhere. I did not say anything to my parents all the way. It was my form of protest for sending me to a boarding school. I could not understand that a school would treat boys like girls. If God wanted me to wear a dress, he would have made me a girl. I think the worst was that I would be away from home. I never tried being away from my family. I had this feeling that my family no longer wanted me and I was being hidden in some school. They would no longer have to deal with me.

The school was in the middle of nowhere. It was not huge. It was an old manor house. My first impression was that it looked like a dollhouse. I kept very close to my parents as we entered the school. An old lady and a young lady met us. I was too busy to look around as they greeted us. The place reminded me of an old Victorian dollhouse that Julia has. Everything looked so old and so delicate. There was nothing masculine to be seen at all. It smelled of polish and flowers. Why did my parents want me to be here?

I was taken to my bedroom. The old lady said that this was a temporary room for the first month. Not only was the room very small, it was also very girly. The walls were white with Disney princess posters. The bed was a canopy bed that was pink and white. The floor was wooden with a white fluffy carpet. There was a small desk with horse magazines and colouring books. The old lady told us her name was Madam Cripen. She wore an old-fashioned dress with a huge broche. She explained that the first month was so that I get to know the school and they get to know me. After the first month, they start with the program.

I felt as if I was trembling. She told my parents that they should say goodbye to me. It's no use to drag things out. I started crying and begging my parents not to leave me here. I promised that I would be good and never cause trouble again. I could see tears in my mother's eyes as she told me that this was the best thing for me and that she loved me. Then they hugged me and said their goodbyes. I just sat on the bed and started crying. As my parents walked away, I could hear my dad comment that he had never seen me cry before. This made me feel worse. My Dad thought I was a wimp.

I was alone in the bedroom. I started looking at the horse magazines. I must admit that horses are nice animals. I liked the pictures of the ponies the best. There was a magazine as well with photos of little kittens. They were so cute. A small smile came on my face. A day ago, I would never have looked at cute kittens. Madam Criben came into my room. When I asked if could I unpack my suitcases, she told me I would not need my old things,

“You are leaving your old life behind you” she said, “You will no longer be a rude and spoiled boy. You will be a prince that the whole country can be proud of. Now I will leave you and my assitant will come back to speak with you. While I am gone, I want you to change your clothes. I want everything changed, including your underwear and socks. You will find your new clothes in the wardrobe. You many not like them, but get used to them. This is your future.”

When Madam Criben went, I opened the wardrobe. I started crying again. They were all girl clothes. There were dresses, girl tops, girl shorts, panties, sports bras, tights and Mary Jane shoes and sandals. They were all pastel colours. This seemed like a bad dream. I could not run away, as I was in the middle of nowhere, and I was afraid of Madam Criben. She looked so mean. I doubt that she ever smiled. I put on some Barbie panties, leggings and a white long-sleeve top with a pink crown on it. I found some white socks and put on purple sandals. When I looked in the mirror, more tears came. Madam Criben told me that this was my future. What could get worse?

The young assistant came in. She told me that her name was Miss Eva. She looked at my boy's clothes that were on the bed and put them in a plastic bag. She was surprised that I even changed the underwear, as most new boys do not do that when they start. Then she said that we had to talk. I sighed as I never had so many “talks” in one day.

“My name is Miss Eva,” she said. “My job is to support you and guide you in this journey. I know that this is hard for you and that you do not want to be here. You do not want to be a sissy. Most boys that come thinks the same. Its also harder for you, as you are a prince. The whole country will know you are here. This could be embarrassing and humilating. This all being said, my advice is to be brave and open to the program here. If you defy us or fight us, then you will be unhappy and even punished. We do spank here and I imagine as a prince, you always got your way. So my best advice is to obey and learn how to be humble. You may even like it here. A lot of boys here end up not wanting to go home. Give this school a chance and I am always here if you need me.”

I doubt that I would ever like it here. I already missed my parents. I even missed Julia. I decided to take a walk around the school. There were 11 other boys in the school. Some were younger and some were older. The one thing in common was they were all sissies wearing dresses. Some had their hair in pigtails or ponytails. Some even had earrings. I felt sorry for the little boys. They did not have much time to be a boy. As I looked at them, I remembered the old lady's words, “this is your future”. I was still confused as to why this was good for me and why my parents wanted to send me here.

Blake found me despite I could hardly recognise him. He was looking more and more like a girl. He told me that he heard I would be coming but did not believe it. I just blushed and told him I did not want to be here. When I asked to see his bedroom, he told me that he did not want to show me. This confused me. It could not be as bad as my bedroom. I wanted to ask him a lot of questions about this place. I thought it would be embarrassing to ask the questions. I did not want to look as if I was interested. In a way, I did not want to know the answers either.

I spent a few days trying to get to know the school and its strange ways. The other boys were very nice and at times, it was hard to know that they were boys. They wore a girl's uniform and at least I did not have to wear one yet. Miss Eva said I needed time to get used to the school, so I tried to wear clothes that were as close to boy's clothes as possible. I did not wear any dresses. I mostly wore leggings or jeans that had embroidered flowers on them. The classes that I went to were the normal classes that I had in my old school. Blake told me that I would get special classes in due time.

Everyone knew that I was a prince and this was big news for a few days. Then the boys looked beyond my royal background and treated me like any other boy. Madam Criben showed me some newspapers and social media. This showed me that the world now knew I was here. There were headlines such as “Prince Taylor in sissy training” and “Our country no longer has a prince, but a princess.” It was so embarrassing and humiliating to see all this. The whole world thought I was a boy that wanted to be a girl. They could see me as a sissy. Madam Criben did not say a word while she had seen me read all this. There was a huge smile on her face.

I did not smile after I read this. I was publicly humiliated. Blake could see that I was sad and tried to comfort me by saying, “Remember when I visited you and you laughed and teased me? It was so humiliating that my friend saw me in a dress. I did not get mad. If I did, I would have been punished. For some reason, the adults think it's good we are humiliated. They think it helps us accept who we are. I also told you that I like being girly. This was a lie. I do not like it! I hate every second of it. I am tired of the colour pink, dresses, frills, girl toys… the whole lot. I understand what you are going through, and it's worse because you are Royal. The whole world wants to know everything about you. Now they know you are here. Most boys start here when they are 7 or 8. We started a few years later, so it's harder for us to accept.”

I felt bad that I once teased Blake. He did not choose to come here. I did not have much time to think about it, as Miss Eva gave me a nightdress to wear. I told her that there was no way that I was going to wear it. She sighed, put me over her knee and spanked me. I do not know if you were ever spanked. It hurts! A lot! I screamed and pleaded for mercy. At the end, I put the stupid night dress on. I felt pretty with it on. I did not want to feel pretty. Feeling pretty made me cry myself to sleep.

The next day I decided enough was enough. What would they do next… make me wear a dress? I sneaked into Madam Criben's office and rang my mother's private number. I cried on the telephone begging her to let me come home. I told her they treat boys like girls. I told her that I was spanked. I told her that I was so unhappy. Mom told me to calm down and this was a new place. The school would help me and make me a better person. I would be coming home at Christmas for the holidays and she looked forward to that. She told me to remember that she loved me and this was for my own good. I put the phone down. I should have tried ringing my grandmother.

Of course, Madam Criben caught me on the phone and spanked me once again. She told me that it was not allowed. She warned me that I would learn and accept my place and who I am. All I knew was that I would do anything to avoid getting spanked again. My bum was too fragile for that treatment.

The next thing that happened was that I was checked by a doctor. I told me that I was very small for my age. This always annoyed me when people said this. I was the same size as Julia and she was 3 years younger than me. Otherwise, he said that I was normal. I was not as strong as I should be for a boy my age. Madam Criben smiled at all this and said I was perfect for the school.

Then I had a meeting with Miss Eva. She called it a therapy affirmation session. She told me that she read about me and how I was a brat at times. She mentioned that I was mean and arrogant with other people. She reminded me that people never had anything good to say about me. I was the least popular royal member. She told me that this school would help me find the good sides of me. It will make me kinder, have empathy and be polite. I could do this the hard way or the easy way. The hard way will involve punishment and some sort of humiliation. Then she told me that she wanted me to wear a dress the next day. I tried to remind her that I was a boy. Miss Eva smiled and told me that I was no longer a boy, I was now a sissy.

So the next day I did what she demanded. I wore a simple denim overall dress. At least it was not pink or some pastel colour. Wearing a dress was strange. I could feel the air around my legs. That was a hard feeling to get used to. I consoled myself that everyone else here wore a dress, so it made no difference. They did not tease me. A few told me that I was pretty. I did not know how to respond to this. It sounded so gay and yet it was probably the truth. One thing I was certain of. Miss Eva was right. As every day went by, I was feeling less and less like a boy.

This went on for a few days until I was told what was expected of me next. I was given an old baby porcelain doll. It reminded me of the doll that Julia had that I destroyed. I suppose that the adults knew about this and this was my punishment for that. I was told that I would have to always have the doll with me. I just shrugged my shoulder and thought this was weird. I never liked dolls. Only small girls liked dolls. However, I saw that other boys had dolls. Some even had pacifiers. Logan had a pacifier that he used all the time. That seemed much worse. I called my Doll Lisa. I figured it was better she had a name besides me calling her a doll. Every time I used the word doll, it reminded me that I was a 10-year-old boy who wore dresses and carried a doll everywhere.

Blake told me that one day he wanted to show me his room. I thought that my situation was weird, but his situation was worse. His bedroom was a girl's baby nursery. It had a crib, changing table and baby toys. There were two cribs, but Blake told me that he did not share a room with anyone. Then he asked me why I was not teasing him. I told him that I already knew he wore diapers and used pacifiers. I knew that this was not a choice. We were just told what to do. Blake agreed and told me that he could not wait until he was finished with this school. At some stage, it will be up to him if he wants to stay here or go home. If he went home, he could decide if he wanted to live as a boy again. This gave me hope. I could go home and play football again.

Even if I did go home, my reputation would be forever changed. One day we were watching a child TV show. They had a competition where people could draw pictures of me wearing a dress. The TV presenter said that they never received so many drawings. So once again, I was being humiliated in public. They were only drawings, but they were drawings of me as a sissy. Madam Criben came into the TV room and commented on how good the drawings were. She also said that maybe we should send them some photos. I begged her not to. She replied that she was only joking. For some reason, I did not believe her.

A few days later, Miss Eva gave me a letter from my sister

“Dear Taylor,

I hope you are doing well at the new school. As much as you torment me, I miss you very much. You have been a lot in social media and the gossip news lately. Everyone says you now are a sissy. You like wearing dresses. I would never tease you if this is true. If girls can wear boys' clothes, why can't boys wear girls' clothes? I do not think it makes you strange. I think the important thing is that you are happy. Anyhow I do miss you.

Julia”

I bet she got help to write that. She is only 7. Still, the letter made me happy. It meant my sister was thinking about me. She also seemed wiser than I ever gave her credit for. She had some good points.

Madam Criben told me that it was time for me to get a new rule. I was not allowed to get out of bed at night.. not even to use the toilet. I thought this was a daft rule, but did not protest. I did not want to be punished. My bedtime was also at 7 pm. This meant that I was expected to be in bed for 12 hours. It was nice to get sleep, but my problem was when I needed to go to the toilet. I did not dare to get out of bed. So I was twisting and turning around in my bed. I wanted to sneak out and go to the toilet but was too afraid to do it. As you guessed, I ended up wetting the bed. This was embarrassing as everyone knew the next day. I think they wanted to humiliate me again, but that didn’t work. I know it wasn't my fault. It was a stupid rule that made no sense

A rubber sheet was put on my bed. The noise it made reminded me of every time that I wet the bed. I continued to wet the bed every night for a week. I tried to be positive and think the rule was to strengthen my bladder. This did not work. I think my bladder was getting weaker because, after a week, I wet my bed while I slept. I did not even know that I wet the bed.

Madam Criben told me not to worry. It was time to move me to my new bedroom. She told me that I was lucky because I would be sharing my bedroom with someone else

Prince Taylor is now getting used to the new school and all its strange ways. He is worried that the school is changing him, and he is becoming something he would have hated a few months ago

Madam Criben took me to Blake's nursery room. I started crying when I realized that this would be my new room. I told the old lady that I was not a baby and did not want to wear diapers all the time. Madam Criben just smiled back and told me that I only wet the bed. I did not need them at day, so I “could keep my pretty panties”. As for the nursery, this was my new room, so I best get used to it. Then she went. Blake hugged me and told me that he thought that Madam Criben loved taunting us. He did not understand why the law allowed this. I managed to stop crying and told him that I would just make the best of it. My grandmother told me once that she learned something as a queen, and that was to pick your fights.

I will be honest, living in a nursery was not that bad. Miss Eva even bought me magazines about horses, kittens, bunnies and puppies. When she saw that I had not caused a lot of trouble for a long time, she gave me a new stuffed animal that I could sleep with. It was a pretty unicorn. I loved it. I never was so bothered about stuffed animals before, but now the unicorn and my doll were the best things I had. I did not consider myself a baby. I had time to observe Blake. He wore diapers all the time and used a pacifier all the time. He even had a baby bottle. Blake was nearly 11 years old and was treated like a two-year-old. It was then that I noticed all the other boys wore diapers as well. They all lived in girls' baby nurseries. This made me wonder if this would happen to me. Why would this school treat us like babies? Blake told me that he was not allowed to tell me however I would get the talk when they thought that I was ready.

Blake constantly complained about the sissy treatment. I on the other hand did not complain. I figured that it did not help. If you complained, you would be spanked. I also noticed that you were rewarded when you went along with the strange things they asked us to do. I also figured this was the reason why I was not told to wear diapers and be a baby sissy. I figured that there was very little a 10-year-old could do. I was now getting used to dresses and tights and panties. When I left this place, I would forget all this, pretend it never happened and go back to being a boy.

In a way, Blake confused me. He protested all the time and yet I would see him play a lot with the baby toys. I never played with them. I did not understand how he thought of stacking blocks on top of each other was fun. I preferred to use crayons and colour kittens and bunnies in a jumbo colouring book. This was one reward I got if I was nice and obedient. I got a new colouring book when I wanted one.

Blake was quiet one afternoon when we were in our bedroom… I mean nursey. Then he said, “I know you laughed when you first saw me because I am a sissy. I just wondered are we still friends? I think it was my mother that persuaded your mother to send you here. I can understand if you hate me.” I told Blake that I knew his mom spoke with my parents. I hated coming here. However, now I am getting used to it. The other boys are also nice. It's also nice I am not treated special because I am a prince. I could be normal here. Black laughed and told me “Did you take a look at yourself? You're wearing a dress and your bedroom is a nursery. We are not normal! Everyone wants us to be sissies!”

I was given a new girls' school uniform. My first extra class was about good manners. The lesson began with the basics of greeting adults. "Good morning, Madam Criben" the teacher demonstrated with an exaggerated smile. We were expected to replicate this performance flawlessly. Then came the lesson on the curtsy. The teacher demonstrated the perfect curtsy, her movements precise and controlled. She explained the importance of showing respect and grace through this age-old tradition. I couldn't help but roll my eyes discreetly, thinking about how unnecessary it all seemed.

As we awkwardly attempted to mimic the curtsy, it became apparent that none of us were born ballerinas. Arms flailed, skirts twisted, and stifled giggles filled the room. The teacher's stern expression tightened, and I couldn't help but wonder if she secretly enjoyed our discomfort. In my 10-year-old mind, I couldn't grasp why a simple "hello" and a wave couldn't convey the same message. The idea of showcasing curtsying seemed more like a recipe for embarrassment than a display of refined manners.

Then we had what they call a testimony class. One of the older boys was encouraged to tell his story and how he felt.

“I started here 6 years ago when I was 7 years ago. I do not know why my parents sent me here. My parents have always been hippy liberals and I suppose they wanted to bring out my feminine side. I noticed some boys have a problem being here. I will admit that I never had a problem I do not care if I am wearing a dress or not. I admit that I am a sissy. I like looking pretty and doing girl things. There are things I did not understand like being treated like a baby and sometimes it seems like the school wants to embarrass us. Maybe it was to help me be humble. I was also told now I can potty train so I can use big girl panties. I was also given a choice to go home or continue at school. If I wanted to have a woman's body, the school would help me. I have been getting puberty blockers for some time. I decided to keep the body I have. I want to stay at the Victorian Virtue Institute. I have friends here and I was told that I could help new boys settle in.”

I think it took the boy a lot of courage to admit that he was a sissy and wanted to stay here. Blake could not understand him. He told me that later when we were alone in our room. He also said that he thought I was wise. He noticed that I was very obedient and no longer protested or argued when you are told to do. “Pretending to be a sissy and liking it means that you will get to go home earlier,” he said. I just smiled back. I was not pretending to accept what happened to me. I just did not want to get punished. I also did not mind most of it. I just had to be a sissy here. When I was allowed to go home, I would be a boy.

Madam Criben seemed to enjoy showing me what was written about me on social media. I do not know how they continue to find anything to write about me. Most was speculation. They wondered if this school would rehabilitate me. I thought this was funny. You would think that I murdered someone. Today she showed me something interesting. It was a comment from my mother as to why I was here. “The Victorian Virtue Institute is a small but professional place where our son can become a better person. The school uses a special unique method that breaks down gender behaviour and norms. Prince Taylor will be a better person who will get a good education as well as support him in creative and inspirational ways.” My mother had no further comments. They had a specialist giving her view that was that she thought treating boys like small girls was extreme and could only be considered a punishment. I started crying after I read this. I imagined that my parents were having a lot of problems with sending me here. I also cried because I missed them.

Blake noticed that I cried a lot and I did not know what to say. I never cried much before I came here. Now I cried over the smallest things. It made me think that I was becoming much softer and more like a wimp. A part of me was telling myself that I should remember to be tough and not cry over the smallest thing. I also knew that I could tell myself a lot of things, but at the end of the day, my tears had a mind of their own. Blake could see that I was deep in my thoughts and told me not to worry. Maybe I was changing. Being treated like a sissy boy is bound to change me. I snapped back and said that I was not changing.

I decided to write a letter to Julia and thank her for her letter. I told her that things were fine here but I missed home. I joked that the one thing I did not miss was the paparazzi. It was good that they did not take pictures of me. This made me tell her about the strange things here like me wearing dresses, panties and tights. She would love it here as the place looked like a living dollhouse. In the end, I joked again and said that she should not worry about me borrowing her dresses. When I was allowed to come home at Christmas, I would be a boy!

It surprised me that I spent time writing a letter to my sister. A few months ago, I would not give her the time of the day. I was now worried about what this place was doing to me. I needed more control in my life. I figured out what I could do. Every day, Miss Eva put out the dress that she wanted me to wear or the school uniform. I told her I could understand about the school uniform, but when we did not have classes, could I pick what I wanted to wear? Miss Eva smiled and said she liked my enthusiasm but I was not ready for that yet. I still needed help as I was still new here and needed yet to learn things, such as how to coordinate colours. I let out a sigh as this meant it would be a long time before I could decide anything.

The next special class was how to act more like a girl. We learned that when wearing a dress, it's often considered elegant and ladylike to sit with your legs together, maintaining a modest and graceful posture. When we were standing, we should distribute our weight evenly on both feet, keeping a straight but relaxed posture. When walking, we should take measured steps, and let our arms swing naturally. Avoid exaggerated movements, and instead, move with poise and confidence. Cultivating a sense of grace in our posture and movements can enhance our overall presence and project a polished, feminine image. I could understand the bit about keeping my legs together. I had no wish for people to look up my dress or skirt.

I was changing! I was becoming obedient and submissive. I was letting these people dress me like a girl. I was letting these people try to brainwash me. I was becoming more and more like a sissy boy every day. A few months ago, I would have beaten up a boy like me. Why was I letting these people brainwash me? Why did I do what they told me to do? Deep down is this what I wanted? Did I like it?

We soon had Christmas holidays where we were allowed to go home. So Criben said we should have some fun before we had holidays. Her idea was that we would go to a Christmas market in a small village. I did not want to do this. I told her the paparazzi would be there and everyone would see me. Madam Criiben said that wouldn't happen, besides I would be wearing a long winter coat, so no one could see the dress. She was right. The coat was a long navy blue that did not show the dress. They could see that I had white tights and Mary Jane shoes. She was wrong about the paparazzi. They were there taking one picture after another picture. I think some boys liked the attention, but I knew what this meant. These pictures would be in every newspaper and all over the internet. It was embarrassing and humiliating, which was probably the reason I was paraded around in public. It did not help that it became so overwhelming that I started to cry.

When we were back at the school, I clutched my doll and sat on the bed. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed. Miss Eva came and sat on my bed. She thought that I did very well. Most boys that started here kicked and screamed when they first went in public. She thought that I was brave. She also noticed that I was nice to the paparazzi and did not get mad at them like I did before I came here. I did not know what to say. She did not know how I felt. Knowing how social media worked, I knew that I would be teased and ridiculed. The one thing that consoled me was that the long winter coat covered a lot.

It was shortly after this that I had a therapy affirmation session with Miss Eva,
“You should be proud of yourself,” she said, “Since you came here, you have had a hard first few days. This is normal for boys who start here. However, unlike other boys, you have quickly adjusted. You do not complain and are very obedient. You are nice with the other boys. It's been a long time since you had a temper tantrum. You may not have noticed it, but you are changing. You are embracing being a sissy boy. This may be scary for you and something that you do not want to be. Let me tell you what I think. I think you are a natural sissy boy. You were meant to be a sissy. You must think about if this is true. Was your behaviour before you came here because you were frustrated that you were not who you were supposed to be? Are you happier now?

My first reaction to this was that she was speaking nonsense.

It was time to go home for Christmas. I told Blake that I was looking forward to it. I missed my family and I could wear my old boy clothes. Maybe my parents would allow me to go back to my old school. Blake laughed at me and told me that I had much to learn. I think that he was just trying to scare me.

Prince Taylor goes home for Christmas. He hopes he can wear his own clothes and use his old toys. Christmas break gives him a lot of time to think of his situation

It was time for my Christmas break when I would be allowed to go home. I have been looking towards this since I started at this school two months ago. I planned that I would show my parents that I would not get in any trouble or cause any scandals. I would wear my old boy clothes again. If things went according to plan, then my parents would say that I could start at my old school. You can guess that I was so excited about going home. There was a price to pay. I had to wear the school uniform on the way home. Luckily I would have that long coat on me, so people would only see I was wearing tights and shiny Mary Jane's shoes. Of course. They would also know that I was wearing a dress under the coat.

It was like a circus at the train station. The paparazzi was taking pictures and shouting at me trying to get some answers. They asked me if I was wearing a dress. What did it look like? Did I consider myself a girl now? Was I mad at my parents for sending me to the Victorian Virtue Institute? I did what a prince would do. I kept my head high and looked blankly ahead. I was happy that the police were there to protect me and put some space between me and everyone else.

I sat next to a woman and her daughter on the train. I always loved trains. This time though, I would have liked it if my parents picked me up at the school. The woman was silent for a bit and said that she felt sorry for me. She thought that no child should experience the treatment and harassment from the paparazzi and royal fanatics that I got. I smiled back and told her that I got used to it. My polite answer surprised me as a few months ago I would just have snapped back at the woman and told her something rude. Her little daughter was about Julia's age. She was more blunt in her comments.

“Mom says you are the prince. Are you a boy?” She asked
“Yes”
“I heard about you that you go to a school where boys are girls.”
“I am still a boy”
“But I can see your tights and you have girl shoes on. Are you wearing a dress under that coat?”

Her mother told her daughter to stop asking questions. I did not answer them either. My face must have been so red because I was blushing. It was also warm on the train, but there was no way that I was going to take off my coat. I looked out the window and thought about what clothes I would wear when I was home. It would probably be strange to wear trousers again. I was now so used to dresses and skirts. Would I like it? This question made me blush again as I thought it ridiculous for a boy to ask himself if I would like to wear trousers.

I finally arrived at the palace. My parents, grandmother and Julia were waiting for me. I never got so many hugs as I did then. It was great to be home! When I took off my coat and showed my dress, they were all silent. My mother broke the silence by saying that I looked adorable. Julia made me laugh by saying she wanted the same dress. I did not feel bad or embarrassed that my family had seen me in a dress for some reason, Maybe they would now see how crazy the school was. I told them that I would change my clothes. Mom told me to wait as we needed to talk. I told her that I had no patience. I was looking forward to this for a long time. When I saw my bedroom, I understood why mom told me to wait. It was now a nursey like I had at school! My old clothes were gone and replaced with girl clothes.

I collapsed on the fluffy rug on the floor and started crying. My mother came in and sat next to me. She explained she got instructions from the school and what they should do. I wanted to scream and shout. I wanted to destroy everything in the room. The only thing I could do was cry. Why could I no longer lose my temper? My mother was trying to cheer me up by saying at least I still had my old clothes. She also said that it was important I continue with this petticoat treatment as the school said that it is helping me a lot. However, we could talk about that later. I did not respond. This was supposed to be a fun break from school. It was as if the school moved into the palace.

It did not help when I looked at the social media later. There was one picture or another one of me on my way home on the train. I read the comments….
“Prince Taylor is so adorable!”
“How can his parents do this. They should be showing the country an example. Now they have no problem their son in this embarrassing situation. The Royal family’s message is that it is acceptable to treat a boy like a girl. This will scar Prince Taylor for life,”
“its a shame we cant see what he is wearing under the coat. It must be a pretty princess dress”
“This was the first time I did not see the young prince being an arrogant brat.”
“Why do people think that dressing a boy is a punishment? Is being a girl a punishment? Maybe his parents know that he is transgender and is just helping him”
“I think I have to send my son to the Victorian Virtue Institute. I just heard that it costs so much!”
“ I cried when I saw these pictures. Being a prince must be bad enough under normal circumstances. Prince Taylor was always being in the spotlight because he was unlucky enough to be born into the Royal family. The Royal Family is the oldest reality show we have. Now he is being paraded in public as a sissy boy. One could debate if this school is ethical in what it does to boys. One thing we must all agree on is that forcefully humiliating a boy is wrong and sad “

I think the last comment was good. I could never go outside without cameras blitzing and I would be in the media the next day. I have lost my temper and misbehaved in public. Most children do at some time or another. The difference in being a royal means that when you are not being perfect, the whole world knows. Privacy was not a human right that royal members had. It's the price we pay for being royal.

Julia came into my room and told me that he was confused by all this.
“Its not so much you are being treated like a girl” she said, “I sometimes dress as a boy, but it is my choice. Do you want all this? Are you happy? Do you like wearing these pretty dresses? I can understand if you like being a girl. There is a boy in my class who thinks he should have been born a girl. What confused me is this bedroom. You are older than me and yet have a bedroom that a baby has. I figured that if I am confused, then you must also be confused. I just want you to know that I do not care if you are my brother or little sisster. I will always love you.”

I have been seeing my sister in a new light lately. It made me feel bad that I once tormented her and thought that she was annoying. She could have tormented me now, but she told me that she accepted me for who I was. Maybe she is one of those who could see beyond what a person wore and see what was in their heart. I told her that all this was not too bad. I was getting used to it. I also reminded her that she once joked that I could borrow her dresses. The truth was that she could also borrow mine. This made us both laugh. We started looking at the clothes in my wardrobe and telling each other which ones we liked. I admit, that I was having fun with Julia.

Granny told me that I was excused from doing any public arrangements and appearances. She told my parents I had to decide when I wanted the world to see me and how I changed. I was happy about this. I do not think that I wanted anyone to see me in a dress yet. Even in the palace, I hid in my room all the time. I did not even want the palace staff to see me. The maids did come in once in a while, but when they did I just looked down and did not say a word. I did not mind being a girl at the school, because everyone else was one as well. But now that I was in the normal world, I was afraid of what people would think. Would they think I was weird? I think if I was unsure how I felt about being a sissy, then others would also be unsure.

One day while we were eating, Mom announced that our press secretary said that the national TV station wanted to interview me about the Victorian Virtue Institute. Mom thought it was a good idea. I could set the record straight and tell people that it was not a bad school. I could feel my heart beating so hard I felt as if it would jump out of my body. I said in a very low voice that I did not want to do it. I was not ready for it yet. Mom kept on saying that she thought it was a good idea and she was sure that the school would agree. It's easy for her to say. Luckily Dad put his foot down and said, “Taylor will not do this interview if he does not want to. What is he going to say to them? Is he going to tell them he is treated like a girl? People already know that! Let's stop pushing Taylor and forcing him to do things and especially humiliating him. Taylor is not a bad boy. I think I was worse when I was his age. I was never forced to wear dresses, but I still turned out ok.”

I had tears in my eyes. I was so proud of my Dad. He does not often stand up to my mom, but when he does, he means it. Granny also supported him and agreed that my Dad was a handful when he was a child. We all laughed at this. Later Dad said something was interesting in the newspaper. It was a poll about me
61% think it's good that Prince Taylor goes to the Victorian Virtue Institute.
83% Think that Prince Taylor always looked more like a girl than a boy
54% Think that Prince Taylor could be transgender
59% Think that the Petticoat treatment will help Prince Taylor be a better person
72% Think that Prince Taylor is brave.

This was probably the only time a poll was so positive about me, and it was all about me as a sissy. Did the world not have better things to think about? I went to Julia's bedroom. She was playing with her dollhouse. She was shocked when I asked her if I could join her. She said I never wanted to play with her before. I suppose this is true. I think I just wanted to forget all this sissy talk and things. This did not happen. Julia's dollhouse suddenly became the Victorian Virtue Institute. My doll was Madam Eva and Julia's doll was a new boy that started at the school. We played this for ages. In the end, Julias doll said that “he” was happy to be at the school, and thought he could be a sissy. However, he was afraid of what others would think about him. I was silent and then said that one should be what made them happy.

The maid interrupted us and said that the Queen had invited me to afternoon tea.

“I have to get used to you in dresses” the Queen commented
“I think I am getting used to it. Some of them are very pretty”
“I am unsure what I think about you being at that school. Do you like it there?”
“I think it is strange. I have many friends there and the staff treat me well. I did not have many close friends in my old school”
“To me, it seems like a punishment,” Granny said, “It seems as if they want to humiliate you and force you to be a girl. This is no way to treat a child.”
“I never complain”
“That may be so. However I have told your parents that you will not go back to that school if you do not want to”

I was so happy that Granny said this. She told me that we should watch TV. It did not surprise me that a psychologist was being interviewed. She was an old woman. They were talking about me. The shrink said that she thought I could be transgender. I could have always felt like a girl and this could be the reason why I lashed out, misbehaved or appeared to be spoiled or arrogant. Deep down I was frustrated and did not know how to express how I felt. Granny turned off the TV and joked the people seemed to like to talk about me. She told me to remember that they did not know me. They were speculating. Maybe some were hoping I was transgender. Granny finished off by telling me that she would not put a label on me or judge me on what I wore. She loved me. She did want me to think if I was happy.

So I went into my room and sat down looking at the wardrobe full of dresses. I did not like the school when I first went there. I know that Blake hates it. However as time went on, I got used to it. I did not mind the dresses and the girl treatment. At first, I did like it when I felt as if I was being humiliated. Maybe this was a way to humble me. Now I did not mind when I saw polls or people talking about me. I was not afraid or thought it was embarrassing that people would see me. The more I thought about it, despite being embarrassed at times, I was never as happy as I was now. Maybe Miss Eva is right and I was a natural sissy.

Christmas came and we opened our presents. I got a pretty necklace from my parents, and some books from Granny. There was one gift left. I told Julia that it was for her. When she opened it, she started crying. It was my doll, Lisa. Julia told me it was too much as she noticed that Lisa was always with me. I told her that I wanted her to have it. Jula hugged me and told me I was the best sister in the world. We all laughed when noticed that she called me her sister.

Mom wanted to talk a few days after Christmas. She told me that I needed to decide what I wanted to do. I could go back to the school and follow their program or I could stay home. If I stayed home, I could get my old bedroom back and my clothes or continue being the way I was now

“What do you want me to do?” I asked mom
“I have been pushing you to do something that many people find controversial. I never asked you. I do not want you to be hurt or traumatized. I want you to be happy.”

I thought about it for a while and then told Mom that I wanted to continue at the Victorian Virtue Academy.

Prince Taylor goes back to the Victorian Virtue Institute. He was given a choice and he said he wanted to go back. At times, he regrets this but also meets a new friend

I was on my way to the train station to go back to the Victorian Virtue Institute. My grandmother is the Queen and she decided that it was up to me if I wanted to go back to the institute. I could also go back to my old life. If I decided to go back to the institute, I would be treated like a sissy and be humiliated in front of the whole country. Without thinking much about it, I told my mother that I wanted to go back. She was surprised by my answer. To be honest, so was I. This was my chance to escape the sissy place. Now I was on my way back after which is like saying that I did not mind being treated like a sissy.

On the train, I met the same woman and her daughter that I met when I was going home. This time they were accompanied by a girl who was my age. She was the little girl's older sister. Her name was Emma. I thought that Emma was very pretty. Emma's little sister was telling her that I was the prince who was made to wear girl clothes. Emma blushed when she was told that and said she heard about me. The little girl had no problems discussing it and asked if I was now wearing a dress. Emma told her sister to shut up and leave me alone. I did not want to be the reason for any family fight, so I took off my long coat and showed the denim overall dress I was wearing. Emma did not know what to say. I mean what do you say about a boy wearing a dress? I smiled and we started talking about other things.

When I came to the institute, Madam Criben took me aside and welcomed me. She also informed me that she was told that I decided to come back. She was happy that I was wise enough to know that the Victorian Virtue Institute was the best thing for me. She also told me that since I came back by my own choice, I would gladly accept the program that the institute has. After all, I know that this is all for my own good. I did not respond to any of this. The only thing I begged her was not to tell others that I was the one who decided to come back. Madam Criben smiled and told me it was so cute when I begged. That old woman is so strange.

Blake was back and waiting in our baby's bedroom. He told me that he had a horrible time at Christmas. He met some old friends and they teased him that he was a sissy baby. Then he asked if I was allowed to wear my old boy clothes. When I told him no, he laughed and boasted that he told me that I would not be allowed to. My reply was that I was not teased at home. Everyone was nice to me. I even met a nice girl on the train on the way back. I do not think that Blake liked the idea that I had a peaceful Christmas. He told me that I soon will be wearing diapers all the time like a baby. Everyone else has to, so it was only a matter of time before I got this treatment. This scared me. Blake was usually right in what he predicted would happen. I tried to be brave and told Blake they already are treating me like a baby. I sleep in a crib and have to wear diapers in bed. Blake's only response is to wait and see.

I did not have much time to worry about being a full-time baby sissy. I was once again in the media. My mother told the press that I had gone back to the Victorian Virtue Institute. My mother told the press that I decided that I wanted to continue here. I wanted the ground to swallow me. This means the whole world now thinks that wanted to be a sissy. They would think I did not want to be a boy again. The others here would also read it and assume that I like being a sissy. I started crying when I read this. Miss Eva came and gave me a pacifier and told me it was time for a therapy session.

“Why did you want to come back?” She asked
“I don’t know. When mom asked me, it just came out of my mouth”
“So if you had a chance again, you would say you want your own life back”
“I have friends here. I like it here. Some things are weird and humiliating, but when I was home, I realized that I was happy here. I just do not want others to think that I am a sissy. I do not want people to make fun of me.”
“Did your family tease you or give you a bad time?”
“No. they thought I was pretty and that I was nicer to be around. I spent a lot of time with my sister. This never happemed before. I always thought she was annoying, I do not think this anymore.”
“Maybe you came back, because you know you are changing. Your parents think you are a better person, and so does the country. Maybe you like being a sissy. Some boys are transgender. Maybe you like being a girl.”

Maybe… maybe pigs can fly

As I was walking back a new boy rushed up to me. He told me that his name was Niki. He was the same age as me. Despite that he was new here, he was already wearing a dress. He bowed as soon as he saw me. Then he told me that he was my greatest fan. When his parents saw how good this place was for me, they decided that he should also come here. This made me feel bad thinking it was my fault that Niki was sent here. Niki told me that he was so happy he was here. He asked if we could be friends. I said on one condition. That he forgets I am a prince and does not bow to me.

Niki started hanging around me all the time. I did not mind this, as he was always so positive and made me smile. He was not sent here because he needed an attitude adjustment. Niki seemed like an angel that could do nothing wrong. This was unlike Blake that complained all the time about life as a sissy here. One day, Blake suggested that we play soldiers. Niki thought it was a bad idea. Still, we found some sticks that we could use as guns. We most looked ridiculous running around in dresses pretending that we were soldiers. I did not even know it was fun. It was not fun when Madam Criben caught us and we all got a spanking.

The next day, Madam Criben gave a speech to everyone. We were told that we were not allowed to play with boy toys. We were not allowed to play sports associated with boys. We were not allowed to watch anything masculine. On top of this, we were not allowed to read any boy books. As Madam Criben ranted about what we were not allowed to do, I thought Amnesty International would love to hear this. It's as if we had no human rights. It was also discrimination. There was not much we could do about it unless we wanted to be constantly spanked. I had to ask myself why I wanted to come back to this place.

Blake also asked me why I decided to come back. He read that it was my own choice. He did not understand why I would want to come back to this dollhouse. Then he concluded that I must like being a sissy. I did not answer. I did not know what to say. The easiest answer was to deny that I wanted to be a sissy and I did not want to talk about it. Why did my mother have to tell the whole world? I suppose she didn’t want to look like a bad mother.

Since I came to the Victorian Virtue Institute, the media has been writing a lot about this place. The institute only had 12 boys and was very expensive. Since I came here, hundreds of parents have applied so their boys can start here, There were stories about boys who have been here before. They were all feminized and part of their training was being humiliated. Some boys ended up being transgendered while other boys chose to go back to being what they were before. Some articles were about boys who blamed the institute for ruining their lives. The petticoat discipline treatment had either confused them so much or caused a lot of trauma. My mother told the media that they supported the institute's work, as they feel that it is helping me and I am happy here.

It made me sad to think about the boys who said the institute ruined their life. I wondered what I would say about the institute in a decade. Blake also asked me something interesting. He asked when I was done here, if would I be transgender or what. All eyes would be on me, and what would the country say if I would someday be more like a queen than a king? How would I ever find a girl to love me? Blake thought that no woman would respect a husband who is a sissy. As a future head of the country, I could be an embarrassment to the country.

A picture of us is taken every month. I was told that this was so we can see our progress as a sissy. There was a photo album that we could look at. I could see as I looked at the photos of me, that it was no longer strange looking at me in a dress. The picture of me wearing boy clothes looked so strange. I was only here at the institute for a few months. Imagine what I would look like in a few months or how I would change.

Since we were not allowed to do any boy activities, I started to paint. I loved working with watercolours. There was a small hobby room where I could paint. It was Niki who suggested that I try painting. I do not think that I am a good painter, but I do enjoy it. Blake refuses to paint, so it's just Niki and me there. Niki makes me smile and laugh. Once he stopped treating me like some celebrity or something special, he was fun to be with. Niki came from an ordinary family but his parents never had much time for him. He was not even sure if they loved him or not.

One thing I noticed about Niki was that he was always so optimistic. This was quite the opposite of Blake. Niki now was a baby sissy as he was now wearing diapers all the time. He even had a pacifier and baby bottle. When I told Niki that I felt lucky that they did not treat me like that, he just shrugged his shoulders. Niki reckoned that the baby treatment was sort of leaving his boyhood behind and being reborn as a sissy. It's part of their program. To me, it seems like another way that we could be humiliated. Niki and I started laughing when we agreed that we now know why the institute was so expensive. Diapers cannot be cheap.

Niki was lucky in one way. He would not be discussed all over social media. The latest news about me was a revelation that I wet the bed and wore diapers to bed. When I read this, I felt so embarrassed. The whole country now knows that I am a bedwetter. While this is true, it was not my fault that I became a bedwetter. We are not allowed to get up once we go to bed. My bladder could not deal with this. Besides we slept in cribs, and they were like being in a cell. Blake just commented that he warned me that my reputation would be ruined. Niki cheered me up by saying that at least the media don't know about the crib and baby things.

Julia wrote me a letter shortly after the bedwetting revelation. She knew that I wore diapers in bed, but did not say anything about it. She has a friend at school who wet the bed as well. Julia wanted to know if I hated wearing diapers and what was they like. She suspected that my bedwetting was the reason that I had a crib at home now. My sister finished her letter by telling me that she missed me a lot when I went back to the institute, but Mom said they would be visiting the institute next month. They would be spending a week up here and we could have lots of fun. This excited me so much that my family would be coming here. I missed them so much.

It was time for another therapy session. I told Miss Eva that it is hard when the media writes all the embarrassing things about me, like being a sissy and wetting the bed. Miss Eva told me she could understand this. Unlike the others here, the media will always be interested in me because I am a royal prince. People will always want to know everything about me. She reminded me that before I came here, the media also wrote about me and it was never nice. They thought I was a spoiled immature brat, that would never be a good king. I was very unpopular. Did I like this negative attention? The people now are starting to like me and think that I am a good person. This made me ask if wearing dresses made a person nice or seen as someone nice. Miss Eva told me to think about the last time that I acted like a spoiled prince.

When I first came here, Blake told me that he planned to accept everything they did here at the institute and pretend to like it. Then he would be able to go home. This did not last long. As every day went by, Blake was getting more and more frustrated. He told me that he found some boy clothes that were in the storage room and we should wear them. I looked at the clothes and then told Blake that I did not want to put them on. It would just give us another punishment of some sort when we were caught. Besides that, we would look strange looking like the only two boys in a place full of dresses. I even tried to joke about it and ask Blake if we remembered how to put jeans on.

Blake asked me if would I rather hang around with Niki than wear the clothes he found.
“ You seem to be best friends with him,” Blake said, “Niki is not good for you. He smiles all the time and accepts what these people here are doing to him. He does not mind that he gets treated like a Barbie doll. I heard that his parents are embarrassed of him because he is so weird and sent him here to hide him. You think he is your friend. He is not. Niki idolizes you like some popstar because your a prince that is in the newspapers a lot. Maybe you like Niki being like a small puppy that follows you everywhere. Maybe you are in love with him.”

I pushed Blake on the floor and told him that I was not gay. Niki is a friend. He is not a puppy or obsessed with me. I have gotten to know Niki a lot since we started painting together. Niki is a person who loves life and is an optimist. He can make a bad situation and make the best out of it. Niki is a good friend. Blake on the other hand should look at himself in the mirror. Blake does not like it here. He is turning out to be an angry and resentful person. It's not fun to be around with someone who always complains and groans. On top of this, why would he as my friend try and get me into trouble and accuse me of being gay?

I was so tired of Blake that I told Miss Eva that I needed to speak with her. I told her that I wanted to share a room with Niki

Prince Taylor continues now on the path chosen for him. He is being told that he will now be reborn as a girl and leave his boyhood behind

I told Miss Eva that Blake and I were not on good terms. I did not want to tell her how he was trying to get me in trouble all the time. I am not a snitch. Miss Eva told me that she noticed that Blake was going through a hard time. He was negative and complained more. I was reminded that it's my duty as a sissy to like everyone, no matter how bad or good they were. I had to be polite and nice around Blake, and in this way give him the support that he needed. I wanted to tell Miss Eva that I was not a sissy yet, and I can't be expected to like everyone, but then I decided to keep my mouth shut.

The adults here thought it was a good idea that I shared a room with Niki. So all my girl clothes and colouring books and paints were moved to his room. It did not mean that I would get a normal bed. It was also like a girl's nursery. There were still cribs. Niki was overjoyed that we would be roommates. He was also worried in a way because he warned me that he liked things to be very tidy. I was not a tidy person so I could see that this could be a problem. Niki smiled and said let's worry about problems when they happen. Until then we should have fun. According to Niki, that's why we were alive, to smile and have fun.

The media were busy asking when I would make a public appearance. I was sure that they were not worried about me doing royal duties, they just wanted to see me in a dress and write how much of a sissy I am becoming. The media wanted to humiliate me so they could sell more and make more money. Dad came to my rescue when the media asked him when they would see me. He explained that I was only 10 years old and that I needed my privacy. This was always Dad's belief. He thinks that no one was asked to be a member of the royal family, so Royal Children should have privacy and not be under scrutiny all the time. This suited me fine.

At least Niki no longer was obsessed that I was a prince. He did mention that I was not like how the media said I was. Niki thought that I was a nice and sweet person. I don’t remember when anyone ever called me nice. I asked Niki if he ever got mad. I was thinking of his parents. They did not want to be with Niki. Was this because they were too busy with their jobs or did they simply not like his personality? Niki shrugged his shoulders and said they were adults. Adults do things that no one can understand. Niki's philosophy was to let adults do what they want. As children, our job is to make the best out of every situation, no matter how hard it is.

Niki influenced me by his optimism and his spirit. I decided that I would show this place that I was ready for the final step. I asked Miss Eva if she could help me coordinate the clothes I wore. I wanted to know what was good and what was not good. What colours go with each other or which colours conflict with each other? Are there any bad patterns? How do I pick what clothes are best for each occasion? Miss Eva smiled when I asked this and told me it was not time for me to be so dependent yet. In other words, she thought that I should continue to be treated like a small child.

A few days after this, she bought some diapers and girl toddler clothes into my bedroom, I was told in simple terms that the next stage of my treatment would take place. I would now be wearing diapers and being treated like a toddler. Tears started to flood out of my eyes. I shouted that I was not a baby and they could not force me to be one. They could spank me all day long and I would not change my mind. Miss Eva sighed and said that my outburst proved that I needed this part of the treatment. She put me in this playpen and told me that I could stay there until I changed my mind. It was like being put in a jail.

I stayed in the playpen for a few days and planned to stay there for the rest of my life. I quickly got bored. Niki tried to cheer me up by telling me that it was not so bad. It was only part of the petticoat treatment. It could be short term and I could be back to panties again. I told him that he could accept being a baby, but I will not. Niki laughed and said that the adults could think that he was a baby. It wasn't a big deal for him when everyone else here was treated the same. He just considered that he had a portable bathroom. In the end, I gave in under protest. I now was a diapered boy. I tried looking at the bright side. At least I was only expected to wet them and not soil them.

The media was going crazy. Madam Criben told us that they were camped outside the institute's wall. Madam Criben explained that they wanted a photo of a famous sissy at the institute. Everyone knew that it was me that they wanted. Luckily they could never get a picture of me as the dollhouse was surrounded by a lot of trees. It would be illegal if they came on the property. They would not get a picture even if they used long lenses. It was annoying to me. I felt trapped and hunted. The paparazzi would wait and wait like vultures just to get a picture of me in a dress. I was told that they did not care how long they had to wait, as one picture could make them very rich

I was getting a lot of attention that I did not expect. Miss Eva gave me a bag full of mail. There were hundreds of letters! I read a few of them. Some were very nice. They were letters of support and hoped that I was happy. They would write that they thought I was brave and there was nothing wrong with being girly. Other letters were mean. They would write that they thought I was weak and a wimp because I just accepted the petticoat treatment. Most of the letters were plain weird from people who wanted to marry me and do things to me I did not understand. Why can't people remember I am only 10 years old?

Blake was constantly mad at me, especially after I moved to Niki's room. He thought that we agreed to be best friends and that I now betrayed him. Blake did not like that Niki and I were now friends. I tried explaining that you could have more than one friend, I also tried to explain that his negativity and constant bickering were too much for me. I could not deal with it. Of course, Blake did not understand me and told me that I would not want him as an enemy. He could tell things to the media and show them pictures of what their country's prince has become. I did not want to have an enemy but at the same time, I did not like to be threatened. I did my best to ignore Blake and keep far away from him.

Granny visited me. She made it very clear that she was at the institute in her role as a grandmother and not the Queen. She made it also very clear that she did not like the place. When she saw my bedroom, she was shocked that it was a girl's baby nursery room. This surprised me as she must have known that my parents changed my bedroom at the palace to one as well. Then she asked me if the room was haunted because she could hear whispering in the room. I did not hear any whispering. What shocked Granny was when she realized that I constantly had a pacifier and was wearing a diaper. She stormed into Madam Criben's office and they were discussing me for an hour. I could not hear anything except Granny raise her voice a few times saying that I was 10 years old and not born a girl.

When Granny came out of the office, she looked sad. She told me that she did not understand why I was here at the institute. She did not understand the petticoat discipline program. She did not understand why I decided that I wanted to come back. She thought everything here was child abuse of some sort. She asked why humiliating a child helps a child. I told her that I had good friends here and in a way, I had privacy here, something that I did not have in the palace and normal school. Granny made me promise that if I was not happy and I did not like it here I would tell her.

When Granny went, I was alone in my bedroom and thought about things. I could not hear any whispering, so Granny was just hearing things. I still did not understand why they always wanted me to wear diapers. My bladder worked fine during the day. The diapers were bulky and noisy. I did not like when they were wet. They were hard to walk in, When Niki and I were alone in the bedroom, then we would often just crawl around. I did not complain though as the few times I did, I was put in the playpen. I also noticed that some older boys who once wore diapers no longer wore them and were given normal beds. This told me that this diaper treatment was short term and I would not let Madam Criben think she won by humiliating me with them. As Niki told me, roll with the tide and make the best out of it.

There was one day when Niki was quiet. He told me that Blake had been telling everyone that we were boyfriends. Niki did not know what to think of it. He always thought that being gay was something grownups did. I told Niki that we were too young and did not understand things like that. Blake is just mad because I no longer share a room with him. He was just trying to hurt me. Then I told Niki the secret of being a royal. Never complain and never explain. People will say what they want to about you, and much of what is said would not be true. The best policy is never to pay attention to it and it will die down. The same will happen with Blake's rumours. People will either believe it or say who cares. We don’t add flames to the fire by defending ourselves or explaining.

It was time for another field trip. I was wearing a light blue toddler dress with a huge bow on the back and frilly sleeves. It was long enough to cover the diaper and I was wearing tights. As something new, I had a ribbon in my hair. I was wearing a long winter coat so people would only see the tights. I was not afraid of going out as I tried it before and I was used to photographers now. Besides that, I had Royal bodyguards to keep the vultures from the media away from me. It was not like what I thought. It was a circus. There were thousands of pictures being taken. On top of that, there were thousands of screaming people at the exhibition we were visiting. I always experienced crowds, but these people were fanatic and crazy, shouting and screaming. All I could hear was people shouting my name and either shouting that they love me or they hate me. The journalists were just as bad, telling me to take off my coat so they could see my dress. I just looked down and blushed. Niki thought it was fun, saying we don’t experience this daily.

The exhibition was about famous women who made a difference in the world. I thought it was quite interesting. Even in times when women were not respected, some women did not care and did what they wanted. Some women made a difference in the world, making it a better place to live in. There were even girls my age who made a huge impact on the world. Niki made me laugh and worry a bit when he said one day there would be a wax figure of me here. Madam Criben ruined everything when she explained that you do not have to be male to make a difference. She wanted us to write an essay on a woman that inspires us. I got into trouble when she heard me comment to Niki that I bet that none of these women were sissies or forced to wear diapers.

This field trip was not something that I will have fond memories of. The way that the people were screaming and going crazy scared me. The aggressive paparazzi was scary. What would it be like if I had no Royal bodyguards? The people would tear me apart or hurt me in a bad way. Maybe some of them even wanted to kidnap me and lock me in a cage. I do not understand why people would go crazy over me. I was the same boy they hated a few months ago. They did not know me. Why would someone go crazy over someone that they did not know? I told Niki that I did not want to be seen in public again. It scared me.

It was time for a therapy session with Miss Eva. She asked what I thought of wearing diapers. I told her it was humiliating and I did not need them. Miss Eva explained that it was a sign that I was restarting my life. I am being reborn. I am no longer the boy that I was and was now officially a sissy. In time, I would be a big girl. For now, the baby treatment will give me the safety, comfort and security that I needed. I responded to all this that it all seems like a far-fetched theory to me. It seems like it is another way adults can humiliate and subdue us. It is a way they can control us. Miss Eva smiled and reminded me that I no longer protested the baby's treatment. She asked me if was I starting to like wearing diapers. I told her no. Deep down I hoped that she was not right.

Julia, my sister sent me a letter. She told me that Granny was outraged over her visit when she found that I was being treated like a baby. My dad agrees with her and thinks it's bad enough to treat a boy like a girl, but making him into a baby is going too far. My mother agreed with the treatment and thought the institute knew what they were doing. Julia wrote that my parents have been fighting a lot. No one explained anything to Julia. She was confused about what was happening to me and why I was at the institute. She did not like it when my parents were fighting. I did not like that my parents were fighting about me either. My family would be visiting me next week, so I had to figure out how I could get them to stop fighting about me. I also wanted to be with Julia and show her the institute. I was so excited that they were going to visit me. They would also meet Niki!

Blake found me and told me he understood why I did not want to share a room with him. He knew that he was hard to be with. He was negative and he spread rumours about me. Blake admitted that he was confused. He did not want to be treated like a girl and did not understand why anyone else wanted to make us into sissies. He did not understand why I just accepted the treatment and even the humiliation. I told him that I was confused as well. I thought I would hate this place and the fact is that I do not hate it here. If we fight the petticoat program, then they make our lives hell. Blake and I agreed that we think differently, but this does not mean we cannot be friends.

My talk with Blake was cut short. Miss Eva told me that the doctor wanted to see me. She explained that I would be getting puberty blockers and some medicine to stop me from growing. Miss Eve explained that this would stop my body from producing boy hormones. My body would no longer develop the way a boy would. My voice would not become deep. With the help of hormones, I would stay looking like a little girl. I started crying. I was always small for my age, and now she was telling me that I would not grow!

Did my parents agree to this?

Prince Taylor's family comes to visit the institute. Will they like it?

Families were starting to visit us and this should have excited me. However, I was in a sad mood. This was despite that Niki tried to cheer me up. I was told that these puberty blockers would stop me from becoming a teenage boy. My male genitalia would not grow and would not even work. I would not get a deep voice. I would not get hair stubble on my face. The puberty blockers and the medicine would keep me looking like a little child for a long time. One thing was the petticoat treatment. I could deal with that. These blockers and other medicines made it so final. I would never be able to decide that I wanted to be a normal boy. The only logical conclusion is that they did this without my parents knowing.

Niki tried to cheer me up like he usually does. He also got the same blockers as me. It was then that I realized that none of the boys here were tall. They must all have visited the doctor. Niki tried telling me that we were the sissy version of Neverland. We were like a sissy version of Peter Pan. We would never grow up. We could be children forever. I could see some advantages in never growing up. A part of me also wanted to be an adult. I appreciated that Niki did try and cheer me up. Blake did the opposite. He told me that the next step was that I would get an operation that would give me a girl's body. That gave me the shivers.

My family came. They would be staying at a nearby hotel. My dad wanted to have a quiet visit, but mom wanted this to be covered by the media so the media thought that they still loved me and supported this place. We hugged each other for ages. My Dad did not know what to say, so he said that I looked taller. I told him that this was not true and explained what the doctor did to me. I could see my Dad give my mom one of his angry looks. I showed them around the institute and introduced them to the other boys. Julia made me laugh when she commented that the house was like one of her Barbie houses. She also said in a loud voice that the other boys looked just as much like a girl as I did. It was soon time for them to go back to the hotel Julia was upset that she had to go. So after she showed her puppy eyes and a few tears, my parents asked Madam Criben if she could sleep in my room. Madam Criben told me that a guest bed would be put in our bedroom, as Julia was now a big girl and did not need a crib.

Everyone else family came except Niki's parents. He was told that his parents did not have time to visit him. I felt so sorry for Niki. It must have been hard for him to see other families here. I wonder if he felt unloved. How can a boy who was not loved have so much happiness and compassion for others? Niki was smiling and his usual chirpy self. However, I have got to know him over the last few weeks and I know he must have been hurting inside. I did not know what to say, so I asked him if he didn’t mind hanging with me and my family. Julia and I could pretend that he was our brother. Niki was so happy when we said that and joked that he is now a princess.

Julia loved the Barbie house. She told me we had the best things and the nicest dresses. She did not understand why girls were not allowed to come here. I remembered that Julia wrote to me that she was confused as to why I was here at the institute. So I showed her where Niki and I painted. I told her that this was my new hobby. I loved painting as it meant I could be in my own world. I could create pretty things and could be proud of what I have done.

“Let me explain why I am here,” I started explaining to Julia. “Everyone thought that I was a boy who was spoiled, rude and arrogant. They were afraid that I would end up being a bad person. I was sent here. They treat boys like girls. Sometimes they treat us like babies. They think that by doing this, we will be more compassionate, gentle and nice. We are sissies. I hope you are not embarrassed by me that I am now a baby sissy. Thats what worries me, is that you will be ashamed of me.”

Julia hugged me and told me that she would never be embarrassed by me. The only thing that bothered her was that I had nicer dresses. She reminded me of how mean I was before I came here. Now I was nice to her and I did not mind being with her. Julia did not care if I was a sissy or not. She did not care if I wore diapers or not. She did not care what I wore. What she cared about was that I was a sibling that loved her. What she said to me next surprised me. Julia said she could see how happy I was here and how much I liked it here. She thought that I was brave that I decided that I wanted to be here. To my sister, I was her hero and she could never be ashamed of me.

My parents were fighting with each other. Dad did not approve of this place and he was disappointed that he was never consulted about the doctor giving me blockers and medicine that would stunt my growth. To him, it was unforgivable that a future king would be turned into a sissy and some doctors experimenting with my body. My mother did her best to defend the actions of the institute, reminding my dad that I now had a chance to be a king that the people would love.

I hated it when my parents argued and told them to stop. Then I told them that I liked it here. I do not know if that makes me a sissy or not. The thing is that I was very happy at the institute and had some good friends. I know the whole country was thinking that I could be a sissy and some think that the word was a derogatory term. I did not think that a sissy is a bad word. It just means that gender is not important. If boys want to wear dresses and do the things that girls do, then why not let us?

I was now finding out who I was and who I was meant to be. I emphasised that I did not want to be a girl. I was happy being a boy. I did not want any operation that would change my body to a girl's body. I did not want my parents to fight about me. Mom and Dad apologised to each other and they both promised me that they were proud of me and still loved me.

It was fun sharing a room with Julia. She would joke and say that she was now the older sister. I could understand why she thought that. Niki and I were older than her but we were treated like babies. Julia thought that the ghost in the bedroom was annoying at times. I laughed and told her that there was no ghost. Julia explained that Granny told her that there was a ghost. My sister could hear the same whispers that Granny heard. This confused both Niki and me, as we could not hear any whispers. Niki tried to explain it to me. “With all due respect, the Queen is old and could be hearing things and your sister is small and has a good imagination.”

Mom admitted that she had some royal engagements while she was visiting us. She wanted me to accompany her to a flower show in a town nearby. My mom sure had some obsession with flower shows. I refused to go to the flower show. I explained that the last public appearance did not go well. The public and paparazzi were like vultures. I was so afraid. I pleaded to my parents that I was not ready for a public experience. The media does not care that I am at a flower show. They just want to see me in a dress. The media wants to tell the world that the prince is now a sissy. My mother listened and insisted that I attend the flower show. She reminded me of the last time I was at a flower show and how I lost my temper there and ruined the experience for many people. Now I have an opportunity to fix the damage I did that time against the Royal family.

I went up to the attic to my hiding place. I felt a bit bad that my family came to visit me and it was wrong of me to hide. I should be with them and show them how happy I was here. This being said I have only been crying since my mother demanded that I go to the stupid flower show. The only thing that could comfort me was my stuffed unicorn and pacifier. In a way, this was a protest. I hoped Mom would come up and say that I did not have to go. This did not happen. Why could she not understand that I was so scared of crazy people and the paparazzi? What if the Royal bodyguards could not protect me? Why did she not understand that I still needed my privacy? My life has recently been turned upside down and it's like I have a new identity. I needed to get used to all this and needed time to accept that I was changing.

Julia and Niki found me and for a while, nothing was said. Then Julia told me being a royal member is hard at times, as people expect that we are public property. She thinks as a child, it is very hard. “You can't go to the toilet without the whole country knowing. Of course, Niki turned this into a joke by saying no one knows when he and I use the toilet, as we wear ours. Julia scolded him and told him to be serious. She told me that she spoke with Dad and suggested that we do something worthwhile, like visiting a children's ward at the hospital. Dad agreed with this and said Mom can go to the flower show and we could go to the children's ward. I told them that I was still afraid. Julia said I would not be alone as she and Niki would be with me. Niki said that everyone would be looking at him anyhow. This made us all laugh.

I left my hiding place. When we were trying to find my parents, I saw Blake's parents. I told them that they should allow Blake to go home. He was not happy here. Everything that happened here was torture for him. This place is only making him unhappy and he is getting more grumpy and bitter every day. His parents did look worried when I was saying all this. Unfortunately, Madam Criben told me to be quiet. She warned me that she would deal with me later. As I walked away, I could hear her tell Blake's parents that he was doing well and the petticoat treatment was a success.

That night, we could not sleep. I was thinking out loud. I told Julia and Niki that one of the worse things about being a sissy was having long hair. It took time to brush, and ages to wash. It got in my eyes and a few times it was in my mouth when I slept. Julia smiled and said that maybe I needed a different hairstyle. A ponytail would help a lot but pigtails would look cute. I could not believe that we were talking about putting my hair in pigtails. I decided to change the subject and asked Niki if he ever would want to be adopted into our family. Niki thought about this for some time and said he always considered himself a princess, but he already has parents. It may be true that they often forget that he exists but they are his family. Niki admitted that he thinks it would be hard for any parent to like him as their child. This made me so sad that Niki did not feel that he deserved to be loved.

The next day we were driven to the hospital. In the Royal car, I was wearing a dress and a long coat that hid it. Julia suggested that I give everyone a show I should show them myself in a dress. Let them use that picture then they won't be hunting me down for a picture in a dress again. She thought that I should take control. So this is what I did. Once again, there was a media circus with thousands of pictures being taken and lots of people standing there screaming. I was not afraid this time as Julia and Niki were at my side. We were quickly ushered to the children's ward. I only planned to be there for a short time. It was sad seeing so many sick children. However, they were so brave and did their best to smile. We spent all afternoon there until we were told that the children had to rest.

The media coverage was extremely positive the next day. There was of course news that I was in a dress. However, there was a lot of coverage that we spent time with the sick children. We were very privileged but the media thought that we showed a lot of compassion on the visit. One Royal commentator said it made no difference if I wore a dress or shorts, the country could now see that I was becoming a better person and was a gem in the Royal family. My mom was disappointed and jealous that we got more coverage than she did. It was hard for me to sleep that night. The experience with children that had real problems taught me a lot. I now knew what sort of royal that I wanted to be.

My family would be going home the next day, so I decided to talk with Julia.
“Did you enjoy your visit here?” I asked.
“ You live in a Barbie house, who wouldn't like it?”
“ You don’t think its strange that we get treated like baby girls?”
“ Well yes, but you seem so happy”
“ The truth is that I do like it here. Sometimes I am afraid that I am a sissy and always was. Maybe thats why I was rude and arrogant. Maybe I was unhappy before I came here. The thing is what will happen when I become a king. Who wants a sissy as their king?”
“Do not put a label on yourself,” my sister replied, “you would be doing what we did at the hospital. You will be sunshine in peoples lives. You will try and make a difference.”
“You know sister, for a 7 year old, you are very wise.”
“ I am not 7. I am 7½”

The morning that my family was about to leave and go back to the palace. Julia was sitting in her guest book and looked confused. She told us that she wet the bed. Niki and I tried to console her by explaining a hundred reasons why she could have had an accident. Julia did not seem to mind. She just sat on the bed as if she was meditating, then she announced that “it was ok for a sissy to wet the bed and be like a baby. It's just a step of the journey to becoming a good sissy.” Niki and I gave each other a strange look when she said this. Later when we talked about it, I said maybe she was trying to support me as my sister. Niki said it sounded like she thought she was a sissy like us.

When my parents were leaving, Dad took me aside and told me that he was so proud of me, that I was sent to a weird place and shown nothing but braveness. He admitted it would take him time to accept if I was transgender, but told me that it is important that I discover who I am and accept it myself. The secret of life is accepting who you are and not hurting others. There is no such thing as being normal. I had to love myself and not care what others thought. My Dad hugged me and told me that he would love me no matter what.

Then he told me that he had news that he thought I should hear. His press office told him that a book was soon being released about me. These Royal books sometimes reveal secrets and even things that are not true. This book would make me the talking point of the nation.

I had to be brave again. Never complain or explain.

The boys are told that they are no longer boys

I do not understand why anyone would write a book about me. I was only 10 years old so it was limited to what people could write. I spent all my life being me and I do not think that I could write a book about myself. Dad told me that the book would reveal secrets and some bits of the book would not be true. If secrets were revealed, it meant that some people who knew me would have to speak to the author. This made me think of who would spill the beans. It worried me about who I could trust and who I could not trust. I was afraid that after reading the book, I would be wondering who told this author about me? This was very scary as it meant that everyone around me would be a suspect.

Shortly after my parents left, I woke up in the middle of the night and heard Niki crying. Niki never cried. He did not even cry when his family did not visit him. I tried whispering to him and asking him why was he crying. I tried asking him if I should get help. Niki just sniffled and told me that he just wanted to be alone. I wanted to go over to him and help in any way that I could. This was hard as I was trapped in a crib. I just listened to Niki sob and tried not to bother him. Niki was always smiling and optimistic. I had never seen this side of him before. It just shows that Niki is human and his feelings could be hurt. Everyone is capable of being hurt in some way. We can put on our best smiles, but when someone hurts us, the pain will always be there.

My Grandmother was worried about me. She was not worried that I wanted to be at the institute, she was more worried about my privacy. The Royal palace sent a statement from the Queen that “The prince is at the Victorian Virtue Institute where he is discovering his identity and place in this world. The Prince has found the feminine side of himself and could be transgender. This is the same for the other boys at the institute. However, the other boys are lucky that they are not in the public eye as the prince is, where the prince is being judged and at times even mocked. The Queen will support the prince even if he discovers that he is transgender. The Queen also reminds us that the prince is a child, and deserves privacy and time to discover who he is. This is a challenging time for the prince and his family, and the Royal palace hopes that the media will give the 10-year-old prince the space and time that he needs.”

I was so proud of my grandmother. She disagreed with this institute and the way we were treated. She considers it a form of child abuse. Still, she knows that I like it here and that I am happy. I also think that Granny can see a feminine side of me that has nothing to do with the petticoat program. She just wants me to find my identity and not have to do it in the public eye. I have a grandmother who loves me and wants to protect me. This made me one lucky boy.

Madam Criben gave us another class and told us that she noticed that many of us thought that we were still boys. We referred to ourselves as boys and used male pronouns. She said that this had to stop. We are no longer boys. We are not girls either. We are sissies. Being a sissy is not bad and it is not a punishment. It means that we are like we are genderfluid. We are not afraid of showing our feminine sides. We are not afraid of being girly. The world may think that this is wrong and we are just freaks. The world may think that we are being forced to be girly, but we know that this is not true. Madam Criben wanted us to be proud of who we were. She did not want us to refer to each other as “boys”. If we were to use pronouns about each other, we would now have to use the term “she”.

Blake was mad about this. He asked me why no one could see that this was another step to get rid of any masculinity that we had. I did not respond. All I thought about was now that everyone would call me “she” or “her”.

Julia sent me a letter. She loved the visit to the institute. It was still hard for her to understand why the institute was allowed to do what they did. However, she was relieved that I was so happy. The problem my sister had was that everything seemed so empty when she went back to the palace. She wrote that she missed me. To be honest, I also miss Julia. She may only be 7 years old, but she is fun to be with and in many ways wiser than me.

Niki showed me the essay he was doing on the female that influenced us the most. He was writing about Shirley Temple. She was a child actress in the 1930s. She was the same age as we are now. She was the most successful Hollywood star at the time and only a little girl. Niki likes Shirley Temple because she made movies that made people smile during hard times. There was a depression at the time and when people went to see her movies, she made them forget how bad things were. Besides all this, Niki liked the dresses that she wore. It was no surprise that Niki picked Shirley Temple as he also liked to make others smile and forget the things that made us sad.

I do not know if Shirley Temple influenced me or the visit to the sick children at the hospital. I wanted to be a Royal member that served the people. I wanted to bring some sunshine into people's lives. As a Prince, I could do what I can to make this country a better place and a happier place. It would be nice if we had a country where people helped each other and everyone was like one big family. This was a big change to how I felt months ago. I was just a rich privileged boy who thought of no one besides myself. The whole country probably thinks that it's the petticoat treatment that is making me nicer, but who knows? Maybe it is or maybe I am just becoming more mature. Maybe it's the influence of others, such as Niki or Julia. The thing is that I like myself more now.

Niki was my best friend and he has been a good influence on me. I could not get the memory of him crying himself to sleep. Niki would not talk about it and made me promise I would not try and talk about it. I know he wasn't sad about the petticoat treatment because he was the boy here who liked it the most. The only reason that I could see that would make Niki sad was his parents. Every child wants to feel loved and wanted. Niki must have felt that his family did not want him. So I told Niki one day that I considered him like a brother. I hoped that he would visit me at the palace during Easter break. Niki smiled and said I was the best friend ever, although he would be more like a sister than a brother. I should not let Madam Criben hear me call him a brother, as that was now forbidden.

We went on a field trip. We went to the swimming hall. I always loved swimming. The only thing I hated was when chlorine got in your eyes. We were, of course, wearing a one-piece girl's swimming costume, which was a bit strange to get used to. The good thing was that the media were not there. It would be embarrassing being on the front page of tabloids with a girl's swimming costume on. There were some moans and complaints from the other boys when we were told to wear the girl's swimming costumes, especially from Blake. However, after some time we forgot all about what we were wearing and were having a lot of fun. I was even having fun when Niki kept splashing water at me.

When we were getting changed, Blake thanked me for sticking up for him to his parents. I told them how unhappy he was with all this petticoat treatment. It does not seem as if it worked. He was still here. However, he appreciated that someone was on his side.

Madam Cribem showed me the latest poll about the Royal family. I was no longer the most unpopular member there. That was my uncle, but let's face it, he liked alcohol a bit too much. Madam Criben wanted me to think that this institute and its program meant that I was no longer hated by the country. I did see that the poll showed that I was also the most controversial Royal member. That was understandable. Their prince was now wearing girl clothes. Many would have thought that this was wrong.

Miss Eva wanted us all to try something else. She called it relaxation therapy. We were told to lie on the mats and close our eyes. While we were doing this, some classical music was being played. Once in a while, Miss Eva would tell us to remember when we were boys and how unhappy we were. Then she would tell us to think how happy we were now that we were no longer boys. I do not know if I listened to much of what she was saying. I just thought that it was so relaxing and it felt as if I was on a pink cloud. I was a bit disappointed when we were told that it was over, I hoped that we would try this again.

Later that day, I was with Blake and Niki. Blake has started to hang around with Niki and me. It was a question that he did not like being alone and needed some friends. At times, he made me smile. Like when he would come up with some conspiracy theory. Blake would tell us that he was sure that the institute was trying to brainwash us. Blake had no clue as to how they were doing it, but he said the results were clear. When boys started here, they would fight the idea of becoming girly but after a while, they would accept it for some strange reason. Blake was worried that it would only be a matter of time before he became like one of us. I do not think we were being brainwashed, as my parents would never allow that to happen. It does not sound so legal. Blakes's comments made me think that I changed a lot since I came here. I remembered when I first came, that I promised myself that I would fight the petticoat program all the way. Now look at me!

Niki asked me one day if being a sissy meant that you were gay. I think that Niki was thinking about that rumour that Blake started before. It was a hard question for me to answer. I did not understand everything about this petticoat treatment. It was still hard for me to stop thinking about us as boys. I will also be honest, I had no clue what being gay meant. Being 10 years old, romance was never anything that I thought a lot about. At my old school, I heard some older boys call each other gay and this did not seem nice. Being called a sissy was also a bad thing. So I always thought that being called gay or sissy was just an insult. I told Niki that as far as I knew, being gay was when two men fancied each other. I did not fancy anyone, so that must have meant that I was not gay. Niki had to figure out if he fancied anyone. The way I looked at it, we had a lot of time to think about this as it would be 8 years until we became adults.

The essay on the woman who inspires me the most was finally done. I wrote about Madonna. She was a singer and a very controversial one at that. She did not have the best singing voice and yet is considered a legend. I liked that she did not care a lot about what others thought of her. She did not do the music people expected her to do or dress in a way that people expected her to do, she just did what made her happy. At the same time, she talked a lot about tolerance and respecting each other. Madonna pushed many boundaries and showed the world that people are different, but there is a place for us all. She was one of the first people who told us that AIDS victims needed compassion and not judgment. After I studied Madonna, I think she used what talent she had to its potential and at the same time did her bit to make the world a better place to live in.

As for me, I was born a prince. This was not because I had qualifications or talents. It was the family that I was born into. Being a prince also meant that everyone wanted to know everything about me. This could be seen when Madam Criben gave me a copy of the book that was written about me. I looked at the title: “From Prince to Princess”

Prince Taylor reads the book written about him

Madam Criben gave me a copy of the new book written about me. I went to my hiding place in the attack and started reading the book that was titled “From Prince to Princess.” I knew that this would be a weird experience, reading a story about me. I suppose it is not the last book that will be written about me. Here are some excerpts from the book:

“Being in the royal family means you are not an ordinary person. You have a life where you can get anything you want and live in luxury. The downside of being a member of a royal family is that you are public property, and your life is on display for the whole world to see. Royal children often enjoy a life of privilege and luxury. They may reside in palaces, have access to the best education, and travel in style. It means being connected to a country's history and traditions. Royal children often play a role in ceremonial events and cultural celebrations. Royal children usually receive high-quality education and training, preparing them for their future roles. They may learn multiple languages, etiquette, and diplomatic skills. Royal children are constantly in the public eye, and their every move may be scrutinized by the media. Constant media attention can be overwhelming. Negative stories or gossip may affect the mental health and well-being of royal children. There is often a considerable weight of expectations placed on royal children. They may be expected to adhere to certain standards of behaviour and perform their duties with a sense of responsibility. This is one reason why parents try to keep royal children out of the public eye so they can enjoy their childhood.”

“Prince Taylor's father, the crown prince, was not so much in the public eye when he was a child. The Queen once said that her son deserves privacy and room as a child. When the crown prince was a teenager, he was slowly introduced to the public. According to sources, the crown prince was a spoiled brat when he was a boy. We have seen examples from the few times when his mother scolded him in public. The Queen was strict with her son and did not leave his upbringing to be the responsibility of governesses and maids. The crown prince was not spanked, and his punishments consisted of privileges taken away, time outs, and long talks with his mother. It seems as if the crown prince turned out to be a compassionate and kind prince who now does charity work.”

“Prince Taylor has never been popular. There were countless reports in the media and on social media about his pranks and temper tantrums in public. Unlike his father, Prince Taylor has been in the public eye since he was a toddler. Some analysts say that this was his mother's decision, despite the advice she got from the Queen and her husband. It also meant that Prince Taylor did not have privacy to be a child, and it seems as if we only saw his bad sides. Sources describe him as a spoiled and self-righteous boy. Some have told stories about how he never cared what others thought and simply was not a kind person. This was especially with his sister, who has always been popular.”

“According to the media, Prince Taylor was sent to the Victorian Virtue Institute to correct his attitude and behaviour. The reports were that Taylor's parents heard about the school from some friends of theirs, who sent their son Blake to the institute. This was not quite the case. Sources close to Blake's family have said that it was Taylor's mother who told Blake's parents about the Victorian Virtue Institute. On top of this, it has been documented that the crown princess visited the institute on several occasions. Some of the crown princesses friends have told us that she was keenly supportive of petticoat treatment on boys.”

“The country was in shock when the young prince was sent to the Victorian Virtue Institute. It is the only institute in the country that has petticoat discipline and only has a handful of students. Even though petticoat treatment is now allowed by law and not considered abuse, only a handful of boys have ever experienced it. So the country was shocked when it was announced that the prince would be sent there. Many people did not understand what petticoat treatment is, except that Prince Taylor would now find his feminine side.”

“Victorian Institute was started shortly after petticoat discipline was allowed. It was a dangerous venture, as while parents could accept their sons were transgender, public opinion did not condone petticoat discipline, forcing their sons to be feminine. The Victorian Virtue Institute only had 12 students, but it survived. This is because it has some very rich and influential supporters, and it is very expensive to send your child there.”

“Some boys identify as transgender, a term used when someone's gender identity doesn't align with the sex they were assigned at birth. Gender identity develops within an individual, often separate from biological factors. Transgender boys feel a deep, internal understanding that their true gender is different from the one assigned to them at birth. This realisation can occur at various stages of life, and there isn't a specific age or formula for someone to become transgender. Transgender boys, like anyone else, experience a range of emotions. They may feel relief and authenticity as they express their true selves, but they can also face challenges, including societal prejudice and misunderstanding. The question of whether someone is born transgender is complex. While some research suggests biological factors may contribute, gender identity is a multifaceted interplay of biology, environment, and personal experiences. Being transgender is not a phase. Transgender individuals consistently identify with a gender different from their assigned sex. Mental health is a significant consideration for transgender boys. Discrimination, lack of acceptance, and societal pressures can contribute to higher rates of anxiety and depression.”

"Petticoat treatment and discipline of young boys have a long history dating back to the 19th century. This practice was used as a form of punishment and training for boys who were deemed disobedient or unruly. The term 'petticoat treatment' refers to the act of dressing young boys in girls' clothing, specifically a petticoat, as a way to humiliate and discipline them. This was believed to be a more effective form of punishment than physical beatings, as it targeted the boys' pride and masculinity. The origins of this practice can be traced back to the Victorian era in England. During this time, strict gender roles and expectations were enforced, with boys being taught to be strong and dominant while girls were expected to be submissive and gentle. Therefore, dressing boys in girls' clothing was seen as a way to break their spirit and make them conform to societal norms. Petticoat treatment was also used as a way to instill discipline and proper behaviour in young boys. In some cases, boys were made to wear petticoats for extended periods of time, even in public, as a form of public humiliation. This was believed to teach them a lesson and prevent them from acting out in the future. As time went on, this practice spread to other parts of the world, including the United States. It became a common form of punishment in schools, where teachers would dress disobedient boys in petticoats to shame them into behaving. In some cases, boys were even forced to wear petticoats as a form of punishment at home by their own parents. However, by the early 20th century, the use of petticoat treatment had started to decline. It was seen as outdated and inhumane; it was considered a form of psychological abuse.”

“In recent history, the LGBT+ movement has made strides and has become popular. It was accepted for young boys to be transgender. At the same time, parenting changed as parents felt overwhelmed by the responsibility of parenting. It was felt that parents did not know how to discipline their children. The public opinion changed, saying that it was fine to treat boys in a more feminine way. Petticoat treatment is no longer considered abuse. This being said, public opinion was still against petticoat discipline. This was until the prince was sent to the Victorian Virtue Institute.”

“Victorian Institute not only specialises in petticoat treatment but also petticoat discipline. The boys that are sent there do not have a choice. The boys are told to wear girl clothes the first day they come. They are taught how to think and act like girls. They are even being regressed to toddler girls, and this involves diapers, cribs, baby toys, and the like. The idea is that they are being reborn. The boys also get puberty blockers, which prevent them from getting boy hormones that will help them develop as boys. One aspect of this treatment is humiliation. Beyond preventing these boys from doing anything boyish, the boys are told that they are no longer boys but sissies. They are also exhibited in public as girls. While the Victorian Virtue Institute methods are controversial and would have been illegal years ago, now there is nothing illegal about them.”

“One of Prince Taylor's friends at the institute is Blake. He comes from a well-known family. It was Prince Taylor's mom who persuaded Blake's parents to send their son to the institute. From all accounts, Blake was stubborn but not a troublemaker. His parents were told the institute would make them proud of him. Blake does not like the institute and does not feel at all feminine or want to be treated as a girl. He is good friends with the prince. However, some experts think that the institute will do more harm than good for Blake, as this experience is making him mad and depressed.”

“The young prince has another friend whose name is Niki. His story is unique. It would appear that the institute would be a perfect place for Niki. Niki has always shown signs of being feminine. People who know him say that he is not transgender, as he does not think he is a girl. He is just girly. From all accounts, Niki is doing well at the institute and likes being there. However, his grandmother told me that this is not so much about the treatment; it is a place where he has a friend. This is something he never had before. Niki was an outcast and ignored in his old school. Even his parents ignore him. According to his grandmother, his parents did not want a child. The institute is a place where they can send their son and not think about him. They did not even come when families were invited to the institute. His grandmother did plan to go, but she had the flu.”

"In doing this book, I have spoken with former students who went to the institute. Most agree that it has made them a better person. The majority of them also live as males now. The one criticism of the institute was the puberty blockers. Many former pupils would like to have had the chance to develop as normal males and are worried about how the blockers affected them. The formal students are also critical of being forced to be feminine and humiliated. Some have said it helped that other boys experienced the same, but it has made them more submissive, which has given them problems after they left the school. There were a few boys that told me that they have mental problems, and they blame this on the institute. The mental problems consist of identity confusion, social isolation, anxiety, and depression. It appears as if the boys were fine while they were at the institute, but many have had problems when they left.”

“I spoke with a young girl who met the prince on the train and told me that he had no problems showing his dress. The prince defied the petticoat treatment at the start but now accepts it. He likes the institute and has some good friends there. At Christmas, the Queen gave him a chance to decide if he wanted to go back to the institute or not. The young prince decided that he wanted to go back. An expert told me this was a big responsibility to ask a 10-year-old. The prince may not have chosen to go back because of the petticoat treatment, but maybe there were other reasons. It could be because of friends, or it could be a place where he has peace out of the public eye and scrutiny."

“After speaking with several people, I have found out what treatment Prince Taylor has received. The young prince no longer wears boy clothes. This is also when he is at home or in public. The prince is also treated like a toddler and does wear diapers. He sleeps in a crib in a baby nursery room with Niki. The prince has also received puberty blockers. The prince accepts the treatment and is said to be very happy. He has also become interested in art. The question is, does all this mean he is a natural sissy? Experts think that this is a good question. Maybe he has found his identity and is at peace with it. Maybe this is also why the public has seen a better side of the prince. At the same time, the experts say that this could be a game for the prince, as he is not alone. He is also with the other boys. The prince could have also stopped fighting the treatment and just made the best of it.”

“Public opinion towards Prince Taylor has changed. He was once the most unpopular royal, but now he is the fourth most popular royal member. Only the Queen, his dad, and his sister are more popular. The prince is even more popular than his mother! The country thinks that the prince is now a nice person, and this is because of the Victorian Institute. Many think that his arrogant and bratty behaviour before was because he was not allowed to be the feminine person that he is. The prince at the institute has also made the petticoat discipline more accepted. "It can be seen that more schools and institutes plan to be opened across the country.”

“The royal family does not seem to be as in agreement as the public is. The Queen does not like the institute or petticoat treatment; however, she accepts that the prince wants to be there. The crown prince is worried and just wants his son to be happy. It seems as if it is his mother who insists that he is at the institute.”

“Petticoat discipline, also known as petticoating, is a controversial method of behaviour modification that involves dressing young boys in girls' clothing as a form of punishment or control. Proponents of this practice claim that it can effectively correct behavioural issues and promote gender conformity. However, there is limited scientific evidence to support its effectiveness, and concerns have been raised about its potential negative impact on a child's psychological well-being. From a psychological perspective, petticoat discipline can be seen as a form of operant conditioning, where positive or negative reinforcement is used to shape behavior. This can create a sense of shame and embarrassment in the child, leading to a desire to conform to societal gender norms in order to avoid further punishment. On the other hand, critics argue that this practice can have detrimental effects on a child's self-esteem and mental health. Being forced to wear clothing that is traditionally associated with the opposite gender can lead to confusion and identity issues. It can also reinforce harmful gender stereotypes and promote a narrow view of masculinity and femininity. From a medical perspective, there are concerns about the potential physical discomfort and health risks associated with petticoat discipline. Boys may experience discomfort from wearing tight or restrictive clothing, leading to skin irritation and even physical injuries. In addition, forcing a child to wear clothing that does not fit their body can also result in long-term posture and muscle development issues.”

“One debate that will have to be had in the future is if our prince does become our princess. How will this affect the monarchy? Our prince can end up liking males, which means that he cannot have a direct heir. What will the world, especially conservative countries, think about a transgender king? We also have to think about the medical effects. What will the puberty blockers do to the prince? Will the prince have some mental issues that former students of the institute have now? The prince is only 10 years old now, but how will all this affect the future of the prince, our monarchy, and our country?”

Prince Taylor deals with the attention towards him after someone wrote a book about his sissy journey

I finished the book that was written about me. My first reaction was to throw it across the attic and curse a few hundred times. The book revealed everything that I did not want the country and the world to know. They already would have seen that I now wore dresses and was treated like a girl. Now they knew that I was also treated like a toddler. The book even wrote that I wore a diaper. Not only this worried me, but the book was very negative. It said that petticoat treatment was dangerous and could be harmful. Did this mean that I would end up in some mental institution? I felt like this author was just trying to make money off of me. He wrote that this school wanted to humiliate me. His book is the most humiliating thing that ever happened to me! Why can't people just accept that I am happy here and that I honestly do not mind being a sissy? Why can people like this author not leave me alone?

The public's reaction to the book was one of shock. They seemed to believe everything that the book said. The public debated if I was forced to be feminine or if this was always a side of me. They debated why I wore diapers. Why treat a 10-year-old like a baby? Is this abuse? There was a lot of debate as to whether this would be bad for the monarchy. Would this petticoat treatment make me a bad king? Some people argued that, like many other boys, I most likely felt more like a girl than a boy. This should be respected. This place could not harm me if I already had the feelings. It seemed as if the country was split over whether petticoat treatment was abuse or not. People were also confused by all the commotion, as they thought I was already a better person and happier. This was all so hard for me. The whole country was talking about me, and they never met me.

I think one of the things that worried me most about the book was what was said about my mom. The book claims that my mother visited the institute before, so she knew it well. She also persuaded Blake's parents to send him here. It was my mother who wanted to send me here. So the question is, how much did she know about this place and want me to be a sissy? Does my mother want me to be her daughter? Did she not like me as her son?

Despite the book being the talk on everyone's lips, life went on at the institute. Madam Criben told us that we would soon be doing a fashion show. This was where we would decide what outfit we wanted to wear. The show would be done live on the internet, where viewers would vote on who they thought did the best job picking an outfit. Madam Criben advised us to remember colour coordination, how the clothes fit, and how they looked on us. The others were not so enthusiastic about doing a fashion show where the whole country would see us. Some boys complained about how embarrassing it would be, while others were jealous because they expected me to win. After all, I was a prince.

Niki was excited about the fashion show. He talked about how proud his grandmother would be. I noticed that Niki did not say a word about his parents. When I talked to Niki about the show, he was so positive. For him, it was not about who won but more about us having fun. This was a chance where we could find our own style and be the sissy that we wanted to be. It would also show the world that the institute was fun. We were not being mistreated. The show would show the world this.

Blake has another opinion. He said it was OK for Niki, as he is a born sissy. It should not be a problem for me, as the whole world has seen me in a dress. It was a problem for him, as he did not want to exhibit himself to the world. Blake was thinking about his old friends and family. They would think that he liked his new life as a sissy. They would think that he was happy to be here at the institute. Then Blake looked at me and said that it was my family's fault. It was my mother who convinced his parents to send me here. I could see that this was not the right time to speak with him.

Blake should not have been here. That was obvious. He was not a bad boy and did not have an ounce of femininity in his body. This was something that was forced on him and seemed to be punishment and humiliation. I did not know what to say or how to help him. Niki tried to cheer me up. He suggested that we dance. So we spent all our free time dancing to some music that we had on. We most likely looked like two crazy idiots. However, it was fun, and it took my mind off of things. It was as if I were flying on a cloud and feeling so free. I was like a bird in the sky. No one could hurt me or scare me.

It was time for my reaffirmation therapy with Miss Eva. I told her that since the book had been released, everything seemed so cloudy and confusing. The book implied that everything that was done here was abuse. It also implied that I could have mental problems. Miss Eva sighed and said that the book had caused a lot of unwanted attention towards the institute. Even the staff here found the negative attention and allegations hard to deal with. Then she reminded me of how I felt before I read the book. I liked how I changed. I embraced my new identity as a sissy. I had friends, and I was happy. She smiled at me and reminded me that whatever clothes I wore, however I acted and what others thought, did not matter once that I did not hurt others and I was happy.

When I came back to the nursery room, Niki was crying. I tried to ask him what the problem was. Niki would not talk about it. It was so sad to see Nikki this way. He was always so cheerful and optimistic when he was with others. I noticed when he was alone that he would be quiet and, at times, cry. I always tried speaking with him, but he would just tell me that he did not want to talk about it. This made me worry about him. Was the smile he always had when he was with others just an act? Was Niki, deep down, a sad boy?

Niki did manage to tell me that he got a letter from my sister. I read it:

Dear Taylor,
I was not allowed to read that book about you, but I did. Please don’t tell Mom, or she will send me to a place that treats me like a boy. Is there such a place? The book scared me. It made me think that the institution was going to harm you, so you would be an unhappy person. I do not care if you are a brat or an angel; I just want you to be happy. Are you happy? Do you like what that place is doing to you? The way I see it is that you are a boy, and I do not understand why a boy would want to be a girl. Maybe the whispering I heard when I visited you was from sad ghosts who did not want to wear a dress. Please tell me you are happy and you like it there.
Your sister
Julia

A few days later, I was told that I would be speaking with a shrink. This was because of all the media attention given to the institution. The government wanted to make sure that no abuse was happening, so we had to speak with a psychiatrist. He was a nice young man who did not say much but listened. I told him how I hated the idea of coming to the institute and that, at first, I did not want to be a sissy. After a while, I stopped fighting it and just accepted what happened to me. At first, it was humiliating and embarrassing, and at times it still is, but at the same time, it gave me new experiences. I think the worst thing that happened since I came here was the book. Why could people not let me alone and debate everything that I did? Why could people not just let me decide if I was a sissy or not? I did not know if I was a sissy myself. I love the clothes and looking pretty. I like the girl's activities. I just did not like that people thought I was weird or something bad. In the end, the shrink suggested that I was struggling more with being a prince than with my gender identity. He said it must be hard for any royal member to be under so much scrutiny.

When I went back to the nursery, Niki was once again in a good mood. He thought that the psychiatrist was very nice. It was nice seeing Niki smile once again. He told me that he had finished reading the book about me. The way Niki saw things was that you can never believe everything that is in a book. Who cares if I was a prince or princess? Once I united the country and did good things, he did not believe that we would end up in a mental institution. Niki was never as happy as he is now. He could also see that I was happy. I just did not know how happy I was yet. Besides all this, Niki laughed and said that he was now famous. He was now in a book. This made me laugh as well. Niki sure could look at the bright side of things.

Blake, on the other hand, did not want to talk about the psychiatrist. He asked Niki and me if we would do him a favour. He wanted to play a game of football. So we found a corner of the school where no one would see us and made our own football. I suppose you Americans call it soccer. It was so strange doing something boyish. It was as if I had forgotten how to kick a ball. I was so afraid that we would have been caught. A part of me was afraid that I would like it. This did not happen. I did not enjoy it one bit. At least Blake had fun. It was also a blessing that we did not get caught.

I was back at the nursery with Niki. He was busy thinking about what outfit he would wear to the fashion show. He must have every stitch of clothing out. In the end, he decided that he would dress as Alice in Wonderland. I did not have a clue what I would wear. I knew that the whole country would be seeing me once again in a dress, and I did not know if I liked this or not. I suppose that I had no choice, so I just had to get on with it. I decided that the institute would not use this fashion show to humiliate me. I would be brave and do my best. I would show them that I could do anything that was presented to me and smile, even if this meant that some would degrade me or humiliate me.

Niki was right; maybe I was happier than I thought I was. I was becoming more and more of a sissy every day. I was sure that I was finding my identity. The only thing that I did not like was that I was treated like a toddler, with diapers and a crib and all that. They say it was to be reborn as a sissy and to start over. This seemed like a rubbish excuse. Two things worried me about this baby treatment: The first was that I was becoming more and more incontinent. I could not feel when I had to pee anymore. I just felt myself getting wet. The second thing was that I was getting used to the diapers and baby things. I was beginning to feel more and more like a baby every day.

Miss Eva wanted to speak with me one day. I was afraid that she knew we played football. It was not this; she said that she noticed that I liked art. I nodded and said that I loved painting, especially with watercolours. Miss Eve suggested that I get a tutor who helps me with art. She knew a former student who could help. I must have had the largest smile on my face, as I thought this was a great idea. Miss Eva told me it would also make me a good royal, as royals are usually interested in culture and art. I did not care about that. I just thought that art was fun. It was a good escape. I could be myself and not do what people told me to, as well as not have people talking about me.

Mom was in the news once again. She held a press conference, stating that the book about me was not factual. The institute has a good reputation and a good success rate. It has helped many boys who were on the wrong path. My mother told the press that she did not know if I was transgender or not. She told me it would be me who discovered my identity, not my parents or the press. She reminded the press that it was me who wanted to return to the school. The monarchy always tried to modernise, and if I were a transgender prince, then this also reflected society. The monarch would survive. I imagine grandmother raging mad, thinking that mom was breaking the golden rule of the royals. Never complain, never explain.

Blake came with a big announcement. The psychiatrist who spoke with Blake concluded that he was not happy. Blake shows no signs of wanting to be more feminine. Blake was not happy here. So Blake smiled and said that he would be going home. I smiled and was happy that Blake would not be tortured here anymore. At the same time, it saddened me. Blake could be negative and annoying, but he was a friend. It also showed me that the system worked. I do not know if that book was right—that my mother told Blake's parents about this place. This made me feel guilty. Still, Blake was soon going home, and he would find happiness.

Later on that day, Niki said he wanted to speak with me....

Life goes on for our prince where he tries new things

When I sat down to speak with Niki, he suddenly changed his mind. He explained that he is not used to opening up. I told Niki that there was no rush; he could tell me when he was comfortable. Niki was a person that everyone thought was easy to understand. He was always smiling and full of energy. He did not ever say anything bad about anyone or anything. Niki was a positive person who was hard not to like. However, Niki is human, and it seems as if he is more fragile and hurt than he wants people to know.

I got a letter from the children's hospital that I visited once. The children there were so happy that a royal member came to visit them. They invited me back to visit them again. The letter made me smile and was one of the best things that happened in my life. These children were very sick, and some of them could be dying. They did not care if I was a sissy. They did not care that I was a boy who wore girly clothes. They just liked that I visited them. Maybe this was a sign that I could use my status as a prince for something good. I could help people who were worse off than me by showing them compassion and bringing light into their lives. I wrote a letter back thanking them for the opportunity.

Blake was packed and ready to leave the institute. They finally realized that he was not happy here and should not be here. This gave me some hope. Despite I hated the idea of petticoat treatment at the start, I now accepted it. It was part of me now. I admitted to myself long ago that I was a sissy. I liked feminine things and being feminine. The idea that Blake was allowed to leave the institute gave me some hope. If I decided in the future that I was not a sissy, I would be allowed to leave. Still, I was in tears when Blake walked out of the school in boy clothes. It was like there was an empty hole in my heart. I felt as if a good friend was leaving.

Madam Criben called us to an assembly shortly after Blake left the school. “I know that the media and many people in the country think that this institution is harming you,” she said, “but you know that this is not true. It is true that once you came here, you were forced to wear girly clothes. This was needed, as you all had barriers and could not see the benefits. Look, you know, you have all embraced your new roles as sissies. You have all accepted this identity. This was confirmed when the psychiatrist you all spoke to concluded you were all happy. Only Blake was unhappy, and this is why he is no longer here. You are not being punished at the institute. You are being helped.”

We had no time to think about what Madam Criben said. It was time to do the fashion show. The school gym was made into a small TV studio with a stage. There were cameras everywhere and lights. I could see that many boys were nervous. We would be streamed and on display for the world. Madam Criben told us to remember to smile. We were to show the world how happy we were. This was easier said than done. The bravery that I had disappeared. I would once again be showing the world what I have become: a sissy.

Niki was having great fun dressed as Alice in Wonderland. In a way, his smiles and cheerfulness were contagious. Some of the other boys eased up and started smiling and having fun. I tried not to think that millions of people would be looking at this. I did my best by pretending that I was just standing in front of a mirror. I was wearing a princess dress. I know this was not very original. A prince wearing a princess dress shows I did not use that much of my imagination. While Niki planned for the show and spent a lot of time on it, I was more occupied by what happened after the show. How would the public react? Would I be once again humbled?

Niki came in second place, and another boy came in first. I was glad that I did not win. I would have been told that it was just because I was a prince. Besides, I did not put a lot of thought into it. I could see some of the other boys spent a lot of time thinking about how they would look and what they should wear. The public reaction was mixed. Some thought that we were cute and happy, while others thought this was a way that the school wanted to humiliate boys. The institute may have done this show as a part of our petticoat programme or if it was a public relations stunt to try and tell the world that we were happy sissies. If it was the latter, it did not work. The show just rekindled public debate about whether petticoat treatment was abuse or not.

The night after the show, Niki was excited, thinking it was a great experience. Then, all of a sudden, he got serious and told me he wanted to tell me something and hoped I would not tell another living soul what he was about to say. “You know, sometimes I cry,” he said, "to let all the sadness out. My parents did not want me. They have always been interested in their work and social lives. A child would just get in the way. When my mother found out she was pregnant, she was excited and wanted a baby girl. She did not get that. I do not know why I am so girlish. Maybe I started as a way to please my mother, or maybe it is just the way I am. I admit I have always been a sissy. I am not transgender; I am proud to be a boy, but I do like girly clothes and things. My parents are ashamed of me, and that hurts. It is hard for me at times because I feel like I should never have been born and that I am not loved or wanted. Please do not tell anyone.”

I hugged Niki, as I did not know what to say. Under the happy boy, he wanted everyone to see, he was broken and felt alone.

Shortly after the fashion show, Madam Criben told us that we would be doing ballet classes. She explained that ballet is good for physical strength, coordination, flexibility, discipline, concentration, and confidence. So we started doing ballet, where we wore leotards, tights, and ballet slippers. Yes, we also wore tutus. To be honest, I like wearing tights. The feeling is great like they are helping me look pretty. They make me feel more alive. The ballet was not as bad as I thought it would be either. It was not easy, and I was also tired after class. I was not that good, either. Still, ballet was fun and challenging. It was also great being with the other boys. We laughed a lot when we stumbled and complimented each other when things went well.

My mother sent me a message saying that she had seen the fashion show and was proud of me. I felt a lot of confusion and anger build up in me. Of course, my mother was proud that she had seen me exhibit myself in a princess dress for the whole world to see. I was beginning to believe what that book said about my mother. It seems as though she was only proud of me when I was dressed as a girl. She never praised me before I came to this institute if I did well at a football game or some boyish activity. Maybe Niki and I have something in common: both our mothers did not want to have boys.

Niki thought this as well, as he noticed my reaction to the message I got from my mother. I tried to follow his example and smile. I said we are not our mothers. We have each other. I told Niki that he was like a brother to me. Niki nearly broke down in tears and asked me if I was just being nice or if I considered him a brother. I smiled and said that from this day on, we are brothers. Niki corrected me, and as he laughed, he said we are sisters. This made me happier, as I realised that Niki and I were now family.

The new tutor came to help me with art. His name was Julian, and he was a former student here. I expected him to come in a dress, but he looked like a normal male who went to a university. He was wearing jeans and a cardigan. At first, he was very shy and kept calling me “Your Royal Highness." Then I decided to be a brat and poked his nose with my painting brush. I laughed so much that he had a purple nose. After this, I told him not to consider me a prince but just a student. Julian then lightened up and started giving me help and hints on how to paint. I left the tutoring session with a blue spot on my nose. Julian got his revenge!

I was getting used to the media attention. I read about a politician who could not understand how petticoat treatment helped me become a better person. Would a timeout not be the same? I heard this before. However, this woman was more blunt when she discussed that, as a 10-year-old, I was treated like a toddler. She thought that forcing a boy who was looking forward to being a teenager to act and look like a toddler was abusive, unhealthy, and harmful. In a way, I agreed with this woman. I now needed diapers because wearing them for so long had made my bladder weak. I could not see how this made me a better person. I felt bad that I did not fight back and refused to wear them. Maybe it is because I was afraid of punishment, or maybe it is because the other boys here were treated the same.

I got a letter from my sister, “Dear Taylor, I have seen you on the fashion show. I think you were very brave. I loved your dress. Daddy has promised me that I will get a dress like it. Mommy has been showing your performance to everyone she knows. I think everyone has seen it. It has 1 billion views on YouTube. The only person who is worried is our grandmother. She thought that you were becoming more submissive, and she was afraid of what the institution would make you do next. I do not know what submissive means. I hope you are happy and having fun, and those strange whispers do not keep you awake. Julia"

It was time for therapy affirmation with Miss Eva. She thought that I was doing well. She did notice I did not put a lot of thought into the fashion show. I explained that it was because I was more worried about what the public reaction would be. Miss Eva replied by saying, “I think you should ask yourself why you were not sent home like Blake. You are happy here. While many think that being a sissy is degrading and humiliating, you do not think so. You have embraced your sissy self. You are a sissy in every possible positive way. You are a boy who likes to dress and act like a girl. You have discovered a part of yourself that you never knew you had. Its about time you live the life as a sissy and not worry what people think.”

After that, I met Niki on his way to the dance room. He asked me if we should practice ballet together. So we got dressed in our leotards and tights and started stretching and posing. I was a bit jealous of Niki, as he was much better than me. He looked so eloquent and stylish compared to me, who looked like a clumsy puppy. Even though I had done everything wrong, Niki was complimenting me and telling me how good I was. I did not know if he believed this or if it was just his way of encouraging me. I did know that I loved ballet. It was like we had the freedom to move like small angels in heaven. It made us smile, as we knew that we could only get better and better. Niki and I agreed that we would practice ballet together, and in that way, we could support each other. Besides that, it was fun being with Niki.

Madam Criben wanted to address us at the assembly. It was never good when she did this. “I want you all to listen carefully,” she demanded. “The school has been getting a lot of unwanted attention recently. Now we all know that the petticoat programme we do here is good for you, and you are all happy. The fashion show was meant to show that the institute is a good place to be. This is not the case. There has been more scrutiny, and people who do not know the institute or how happy you all are are. I want you all to do your part. You are not to talk about this institute with anyone. You are not to tell anyone what we do here or how you feel. The more we defend ourselves, the more scrutiny there will be. The best answer is to remain silent. So remember to keep your lips sealed.”

Shortly after this, I asked Miss Eva if I could visit the children's ward at the hospital. Miss Eva thought this was a great idea. I did not want any press or any commotion. So I went to the children's ward in secret. They were delighted to see me. I spent time by their beds listening to their stories and the battles they were fighting. They did not comment that I had a dress on or that my hair was getting longer. One girl did ask me what it was like to be a princess, and this made me laugh. I felt so relaxed at the hospital. The sick children's bravery and their ability to fight their sickness inspired me. The nurse told me that I also made a huge difference as I cheered them up and made them feel important that a royal member visited them. The nurse said that she liked that no press was there and that it was not a publicity stunt. The children felt like they were on display when it was a publicity stunt. I don’t know if my mother would agree with that.

In my free time, I practised ballet with Niki or did art. Julian continued to be my art tutor. He was a mystery to me. He was in his mid-twenties and told me that he was studying art history at the university. He was a tutor to earn money. I must admit that he was a good teacher. He taught me a lot. Still, there was like a wall around him. Julian seemed very serious. The only time I ever saw him smile was when he tried to paint my nose the first time we saw each other. Even when I asked him what it was like to be a student here and if he still felt like a sissy at times, Julian snapped at me and said he did not want to talk about it.

The debate over petticoat treatment had reached the national parliament. The opposition leader was a middle-aged woman. She held a press conference and announced that her party would work to make petticoat discipline and places like the Victorian Virtue Institute illegal. Should I have taken this seriously?

Prince Taylor thinks the institute has gone too far

The opposition party wanted to make petticoat discipline against the law. There was a general election campaign, and this was one of their main promises. The opposition leader's name was Mrs. Leary. She said that petticoat discipline was forbidden decades ago because people were wise enough to know that there was no proof that it worked. In fact, many professionals thought it could do more harm than good. “We should not tell boys they are sissies or girls,” she said. “While we should help and support children that are transgender, we should not force boys that have no gender identity problems to be the opposite gender. It is a shame and shocking that society has now allowed this. It shows that parents are forgetting to be parents and forcing their children down this inhumane path. My party will stop this and close places like the Victorian Virtue Institute.”

Niki was very worried about the election campaign. He wanted to know what would happen if the institute was forced to close. I understood Niki's fears. He was now at a place where he felt wanted and could be himself. He did not want to be isolated back at home with his parents who did not notice him. As for me, I was now used to the institute. If this place were closed, I was sure that my mother would keep treating me as a sissy. The petticoat treatment started as a punishment to make me a nicer person, but I quickly accepted it. Miss Eva explained that it was because I always had a sissy inside me, and now that I was living as a sissy, I was nicer and happier. I do not know why I accepted this treatment. The recent book about me, the media scrutiny, and now the general election were also making me think. What if the institute was wrong in how we were being treated?

I was told to see the dentist. I always hated dentists. They would have this fake smile on their faces, telling you everything would be fine, but that was never the case. They would scrape, clean, and polish while reminding you all the time how to brush your teeth. This visit was not as bad. The only time it hurt was when he injected something into my gums. Then it seemed like my mood changed. I was floating on a cloud and giddy. I think the dentist could have pulled all my teeth out if he wanted, and I would just smile at him. When I left the dentist, I felt like I was floating around and seeing rainbows everywhere.

Even at assembly, I was in a great mood when Madam Criben was telling us what we should think. She was defending why we got puberty blockers. “You have all discovered that you are sissies,” she said. “If your boy hormones have permission to decide, your bodies will be more masculine and more ugly. You may not be old enough to understand this. Once in a while, it is important to trust your superiors and realise that we know what is best for you. Your parents trust us here at the institute, which is why they sent you here. Do not believe what the haters or the media tell you. They say that puberty blockers are dangerous. There is no evidence for this. Trust us.” I was in a giddy mood after the dentist, and I didn’t realise that I shouted out that there was no evidence that it wouldn't harm us either. I realised that I said this when Madam Criben was glaring at me.

The effect of whatever the dentist wore off caused me to have pains in my teeth. Madam Criben just gave me aspirin. I hate pain, and it meant that I felt depressed and grumpy. I could not even concentrate when Julian was tutoring me. He noticed this and suggested we go to an art exhibition. So we went to town on a field trip. Of course, the media heard about this, so they were there, taking one photo after another. They also asked dumb questions like: do I like the dress I was wearing?, was I wearing a diaper?, do I use pacifiers?, and do I consider myself a girl now? I didn’t answer, but I put on my royal smile. I did like the art gallery. Most of the paintings were lovely. I liked the landscape paintings. To be honest, I did not like the abstract pictures. They reminded me of the ones I did at school. There was one white picture with a black dot in the middle. I had to roll my eyes at that. Still, despite the media and abstract art, I loved the art exhibition.

A few days after I was at the dentist, something strange happened. I started to lisp. I noticed some other boys did this. Even Niki lisped a bit. Now that I started to lisp, I could not pronounce the “s” sound. It sounded like "th." I thought it was so embarrassing. I sounded like a little toddler learning how to speak. Niki tried to cheer me up by telling me that it sounded cute. I didn’t want to sound cute. I wanted to sound like myself. Niki tried to tell me I was lisping since I had seen the dentist. That may be true, but it was getting worse. This meant that I did not want to speak. I only spoke when I had to.

I told Miss Eva at therapy affirmation that I had started to lisp. Her answer was that this is normal for sissies. I did not say anything for the rest of the session. I went back to my nursery and tried figuring out what was happening to me. How could I start lisping all of a sudden? Did the dentist make a mistake? Did the other boys who lisped also start to suddenly do it? Something did not add up. The problem is that I could not put my finger on what was wrong. This made me feel depressed and somewhat afraid. Niki noticed that I was sad and told me to cheer up. I could not even force a smile on my face.

Madam Criben showed me the latest news. It was a YouTube channel where experts talked about the Royal Family. The experts said that both the institute and my mother said that I was happy. They showed a clip of me smiling when I was at the art show. So they concluded that this must confirm that I was happy. One expert thought I was transgender, and now I have found my true identity. They thought it was great that my parents were open-minded and gave me this chance. It's strange that the experts think they know me better than I do. These so-called experts have never met me. If they did, they would not know if I was happy or not.

As I said, Niki knew I was not feeling so happy. I did not talk to him about it. He told me that no one is always happy. Sometimes we are happy, and sometimes we are sad. I thought this was wise. So Niki told me we should practice ballet. So we changed our leotards and tights. Niki wore his tutu, but I decided not to. I must admit that I did have fun. I even smiled. This was despite the fact that there were many thoughts flying around in my head. Still, I was grateful to Niki for trying to cheer me up. I hoped that he was right and that the sadness I was experiencing was just a phase. This taught me one thing. When you feel sad, it does not help just to sit and feel sorry for yourself. You need to get up and do something that will put you in a better mood.

Later, there was a letter for me. It was from Blake. “Dear Taylor, how are you doing? I am glad that I am not home. My parents feel bad that they did not know I was happy at the institute. I forgive them, as they were just trying to do what was best for me. I get teased and bullied at school because everyone knows I was at the institute. It is only now that I realise how strange the place was and how we were manipulated. I know you are happy to be there. So I am trying not to be so negative about the place. The election campaign is talking a lot about it. My hope is that you are happy. Do not let the institute tell you who you are. Remember who you were and what you want to be. I do miss you and Niki. I hope we can see you during the next school break… your friend Blake.”

I was not smiling when I finished the letter. It was like there was a black cloud hanging over me. There was one thing he said that made me think. “Remember who you were.” I was once an ordinary boy. I did boy things and wore boy clothes. I was overall a happy boy. Sure, I could be a pain at times and even misbehave. As a prince, I was just unlucky that the whole world knew when I misbehaved. Other boys did not have this problem. They could be brats in public. Maybe putting me in a dress was not the right thing to do. Maybe my parents should have asked themselves why I was not the angel they wanted. Maybe I was normal for a boy, or maybe I could not deal with the stress of being a prince. I looked in the mirror and saw who I was now. A sissy wearing a pastel-coloured frilly dress with lace, tights, and Mary Janes.

I decided to take my mind off of things and try to do art. I could not concentrate. What have I become? Why did they do this to me? Why did I let them do this to me? Did they try to brainwash me into being submissive? Did I start lisping because the dentist did something to me? I started crying and just slumped into a ball on the floor. I no longer knew who I was. I was like a doll that others could dress and tell me how to act. I no longer knew what to think. It was a strange feeling to know that I no longer knew who I was.

Madam Criben gave us a lecture on masculinity. “Femininity is often seen as the opposite of masculinity, but it is much more than that. It is a celebration of all things traditionally associated with being a woman, such as sensitivity, empathy, and nurturing qualities. These traits are often undervalued in a society that values strength and aggression, but they are just as important. Femininity promotes a more balanced and compassionate approach to life, which can lead to healthier relationships and a more peaceful society. And as for boys being sissies, it is time to break free from outdated gender stereotypes and embrace all aspects of femininity, as it can make them better, more well-rounded individuals.” After she said this, I got up from my desk and walked out of the class, saying that what she said was rubbish. You do not have to wear a dress to be nice and have empathy. Not all men are aggressive. I could hear the gasps from the other pupils as I left.

While the other students were listening to Madam Criben, I went to the TV room. There was some news about my mother. The newsreader said the palace announced that during the next school holidays, she would be taking my sister and me on a national tour. The first thing I thought was that she was doing this so everyone could see me as a sissy in a dress. I wanted to scream loudly. Why did she not ask me? Why is she using me as something she can use to tell the world that she does not think that petticoat treatment is bad? My mother wanted me to be a mascot for sissy and transgender boys. No wonder I get frustrated once in a while. I was never asked what I wanted.

After class, Niki found me and told me that he did not know what had gotten into me. He thought that I was happy here and accepted that I was a sissy. Why did I not let the institute help me? I snapped back at him, "It's easy for you. You have been a sissy all your life. I was happy being a boy until I came here. I was forced to be a sissy. I was manipulated and brainwashed. I think I only agreed because I was afraid of being spanked and wanted my parents to be proud of me. Look at me now. I am a boy wearing a stupid, frilly dress. My hair is getting long. I am wearing diapers and being treated like a toddler. I am also sure the doctor is the one who made me start to lisp. Why should I be happy? I am mad, and I am frustrated. I am angry and feel like a doll or my mother's little mascot. No one ever asked me what I wanted!”

Madam Criben called me to her office and wanted an explanation of why I walked out of class. I told her what I told Niki. She tried to explain the lisp: “Being a sissy boy means that you are kind, gentle, and sensitive. Sissys often speak with a lisp because they have a soft and gentle way of talking. It's nothing to be embarrassed about; in fact, it can be quite cute and endearing. Sissy boys are special and unique, and we should always celebrate our differences. So, don't worry if you lisp; it just makes you even more lovable.” I knew then that the dentist had done something to me. Madam Criben noticed that I was angry and told me that she would only have so much patience with me. If I continued to be rebellious or protest, I would be punished. She gave me her evil glare and told me to trust the petticoat system and admit to myself that I am… a sissy.

After Madam Criben threatened me, I hid once again in the art room. Julian was there. He noticed that I could not concentrate, so I told him everything that had been happening to him. When I asked him if he experienced the same when he was a student here, Julian answered that he did not want to talk about his time at the institute. However, he told me that he understood what I was going through.

“Going to a place like this can be overwhelming,” he explained, “especially for a prince, as you are a public favour. You did not want to come here, but you got used to it. You have friends here. You like some things that they do here, such as art. Still, there are a few things that confuse you. Why are you being told you're no longer a boy but a sissy? Why the baby things? Why do they sometimes want to humiliate you? Did the people here make you lisp? Why did Madam Criben threaten you with punishment if you continued to ask critical questions? On top of these questions, you have many questions in your head. It basically means that you do not know who you really are. I will not talk about my time here, but I will say that no one can tell you who you are or want to be except yourself. Follow your heart.”

I got a letter from my sister Julia saying that she was excited about the national tour. I loved my sister, but she was only 7 and did not know what my mother's true intentions were. This planned tour was bothering me a lot. I needed these holidays to get my thoughts together and not show the whole country the latest dress that I was wearing. Niki came with my salvation. He told me that he would be spending the school holidays with his grandmother. Niki invited me to spend my holidays with him and his grandmother. I did not tell him my thoughts about Mom's planned national tour, so I do not think he did this because he felt pity for me. He just wanted to spend time with me. I had a huge smile on my face and accepted his offer.

I felt things would change for me and the country. Not only was I beginning to ask questions, but the opposition party won the election. Mrs. Leary was our new prime minister. A large part of her election campaign was that she did not like petticoat treatment or places like the Victorian Virtue Institute….

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Prince Taylor thinks the institute has gone too far

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The country has a new government and a new prime minister. Mrs Leary did not like transgender children or anything LGBT, for that matter. I am sure half the country thought that Mrs. Leary was extremely conservative and religious. As a royal member, I am not allowed to get involved in politics. So I kept my views to myself. However, the new prime minister gave me some hope. I am sure she would do what she promised and close the Victorian Virtue Institute. This was a huge part of her election campaign, and now she had to deliver. It seems like no one else at the institute is worried. Madam Criben never said politicians never kept their promises. I still had some hope.

Miss Eva wanted to have one of those therapy affirmations. She was very worried about me. She thought that I was going back to my old ways. She did not want me to be unhappy and start being disliked again. This time, I stood up for myself.

“You think that because I wear a dress, I am suddenly a nice person?” I asked. “Since I came here, I have been forced to be a sissy and a toddler. How is it good for someone who was born as a boy to be forced to act and dress like a girl and even be forced to wear diapers and sleep in a nursery? When I came here, I was told it was discipline and punishment, then I was brainwashed into thinking that this was who I was—a sissy! I think that the dentist did something that made me lisp. This is wrong. If you really cared about me, then you would let me decide what I wanted. If you cared, you would let me go home. Madam Criben promised we could go home if we were not happy here. Let me go home!”

"Taylor,” Miss Eva replied, “you are confused and angry for no reason. I think you need to remember how happy you were when you accepted the petticoat program. You have to realise that we know what is good for you. You need to trust us. Being a rebel won't be good for you. It will only bring consequences that will be negative.”

I left as mad as I was before this therapy. Miss Eva did not even listen to me. She threatened me to get my act together, or there would be consequences. I am a prince, and no one threatens a prince! When I stormed back into my nursery, I wanted to destroy it. It was good that Niki was there. He told me he did not understand what was happening to me. Niki did not know what to say or what to do. All Niki knew was that he did not like to see me sad. He gave me a present, hoping it would cheer me up. It was new paint. I hugged Niki and thanked him, saying it was nice that someone thought about me.

I was in the media again. Somehow, the press heard that I would not be going home for the break. I suppose my parents now know I had no plan of coming home. I looked on the bright side and saw that the press did me a favour by telling my parents. It also amused me how much they speculated that I was mad at my parents. This was not true; I was sure my parents did not know what was happening or the treatment and brainwashing I was getting here.

We had an etiquette class. I went because I did not want to be spanked. The class was as stupid as it could be. We had to walk around with books on our heads. Madam Criben told us it was to teach us how to act and walk like a lady. I could not see the point. It was just another thing the institute used to brainwash and humiliate us. The other boys thought it was funny. Niki had a huge smile on his face and thought it was very entertaining. I had to admire Niki. He found the fun in most things and was always an optimist. I suppose it helped that he decided before he came that he was a sissy.

After the etiquette class, I decided that I was not going to any more classes. I was going to fight the system. I may only be 10 years old, but I was not going to do things I did not like anymore. It was time I was a man and put my foot down. It would most likely mean that I would be spanked so much that I would never be able to sit down. However, at times, we must take a stand and protect our rights. I would be a freedom fighter. I would go down in history books as a freedom fighter who fought an unjust and cruel system.

Strange enough, Madam Criben knew I refused to go to classes or dance. The only thing I did was go painting with Julian. I was not spanked. There was something that brightened my life during my freedom fight and strike. My little sister wrote me a letter saying that she heard that I was not coming home. This made her sad, as she was looking forward to being with me. This made me smile, as before we never wanted to be in the same room. I wrote back to Julia, saying that the plan was that I was going to visit Niki. It would be fun, and I didn’t have to go on that stupid national tour that Mom was trying to drag us on.

A few days of my strike went by as I did not attend any classes or therapy affirmations. I still had to dress like a girl, as there were no boy clothes here. I needed to wear a diaper, as my bladder had not had any control for a long time. The only way I could protest was to avoid classes or the places where they tried to brainwash us. Madam Criben lost her patience with me. I was dragged into her office, where she once again threatened me to follow the programme or face the consequences. I justified myself by saying the consequences were not good if I followed the programme either. The petticoat treatment just wanted me to forget that I was born as a boy and humiliate me. The latest was that I started to lisp, and I think it was the dentist's fault.

Madam Criben gave me a message from my mother. She has heard about my protests and my little rebellion. My mother wrote that I was to get my act together and trust the program. My mother went as far as to threaten me. I was once again reminded that I was a child and had no say. After I read the letter from my mother, I told Madam Criben that my grandmother (the Queen) promised that I could leave if I was unhappy here. Madam Criben did not even listen. She told me that this was my last warning.

I did not listen to her. I went up and hid in my hiding place in the attic. My rebellion was going to get more serious. This meant that I did not leave the attic. I even slept there. My idea was that I would stay there until they either had to drag me out or gave in to my demands. As I sat there, I was mad at the institution and myself. How could I even accept this treatment from the start and think that I was happy being a sissy? Why did I not have a choice? My only hope now was that the staff here would see that I was not going to give up. Either this or my grandmother would come to the rescue. My protest or rebellion was just not for me, it was for every child like me who felt that they were not heard.

Niki snuck some food up to me. I thought that this was very brave of him. He could have gotten into big trouble. It's at times like this that you can see who your friends are. The problem was that I was not a good friend. When he tried to visit me, he would try to talk and cheer me up, but I just remained quiet. Niki tried telling me that he did not understand my protest. He thought that I was so happy to be a sissy. At the same time, he wanted to support me and try to understand me. I did not answer or say anything back. I was tired of people not understanding me. For the last few weeks, I have tried to explain to everyone how I felt. No one listened to me. I was sure that Niki would not understand me. He was the happiest child in the world at times, and he was always an optimist. He was born to be a sissy. Could Niki understand that I thought I was being forced to do something I did not want to do?

Niki bought me food but did not stay long. He bought me a letter from Blake, who heard I was protesting. Blake wrote that he thought that I was so brave and was surprised that I was not punished. He also gave me the “I told you” speech, writing that he told me when I came here that I would be brainwashed and manipulated. The letter from Blake made me feel worse. It made me feel like a dork and I allowed all this to happen. I would have to intensify my protest. So one time, when Niki visited me, I asked him to mail a letter. He looked at the address and was confused that it was for the national TV station. I told him it was best if he didn’t ask any questions. Niki asked me about 20 times if I was sure I wanted to do this. I nodded. My final plan for freedom was put into action.

Niki told me a few days after that he could not stay as there was a testimony session. I told him that I wanted to go as well. So when we were in the classroom, I told Miss Eva that I wanted to give my testimony. She was a bit shocked but agreed.

“We are all told we are sissies." I started, “We are told that we are happier now and we should trust the program. We accept it, thinking that adults are wiser than us. Its not that bad when everyone else is a sissy, but when we are in public, we are humiated. When I came here, I was not given a choice. I was spanked if I did not comply with their petticoat program. I became a sissy because I was afraid. The adults here manipulated, threatened, and brainwashed me. No one ever asked me if I thought I was a sissy or wanted to be one. Madam Eva and Miss Eve told me to accept being a sissy and trust the program. This is not a petticoat program. It is a petticoat discipline to subdue us. Ask yourself if you want to be a sissy. Ask yourself, if you were given a chance, would you wear a dress and diaper?”

Needless to say, I was punished for this outburst. I was spanked and put in solitary confinement for a few days. This only fueled my contempt and my anger. Who deserves to be punished for telling the truth, according to me? I was just expressing my feelings. The way I looked at it, this was part of being a freedom fighter. I would have to be tortured and punished until people respected how I felt.

When I was no longer punished, I spent most of my time doing art until we had holidays. I already knew that I would not be coming back here. I would refuse to do this. The media was now covering the letter I sent to them. They did not know that it was from me, but it still managed to get the headlines. The headlines were that the Victorian Virtue Institute was brainwashing and abusing children. The children here were punished if they did not accept that they were sissies. The school was in a panic, especially Madam Criben. The other boys did not speak with me. I suppose everyone was smart enough to know that the leak to the media was from me.

Niki was by my side all the time. One day when we were alone, he was on the verge of tears as he noticed how I did not speak so much with him and that I seemed so bitter and mad. Niki was afraid that I was no longer friends with him because he was a sissy. When he said this, I felt so guilty about the way I treated him. I can be so selfish and egotistic that I never thought of Niki’s feelings. I hugged Niki and apologised, saying that he was my best friend and I was so sorry I treated him like crap. Niki let his tears flow, saying that he had never had a best friend before. To be honest, neither have I. We decided to accept each other as we were and not be afraid, to be honest and open with each other. We also agreed we would have fun at his grandmother's when we had holidays.

My mother did not feel the same way. She wrote to me about how disappointed and angry she was that I was still in my rebel mode. She did not like that the media was saying that this was some sort of child abuse. My mother could have threatened me, but I do not remember as I told my mom that maybe she should consider if the media was telling the truth that it was child abuse, and why did she not think of how I felt or wanted? I hung up the telephone.

The day before we had holidays and could go home, Julian (my art tutor) told me that he was impressed by my courage and determination. He told me that he wished he had had the same courage when he was a student here. Julian would still not tell me his story. He gave me his cell phone and told me to call my grandmother. My grandmother told me she was in her weekly meeting with her prime minister, but she advised that I enjoy my holiday with Niki, and she told me that she promised me that I did not have to be at the institute if I did not want to. She told me that I would not be returning to the Victorian Virtue Institute after the holidays.

Who knows if the institute will even be open after the holidays? The parliament was now discussing the institute and petticoat discipline. The letter I leaked to the media influenced the Parliament debate. I had a feeling that, despite I did not have to return, things would change for everyone.

Finally, the holidays came, and Niki and I were on the way to his grandmother.

Prince Taylor now has holidays and can be who he wants. Does he want to go back to the institute?

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It was time for the holidays, and Niki and I were in a limousine to spend the holidays at his grandmother's. Let me tell you, she lived in the middle of nowhere. Niki's grandmom lived in an old cottage in the middle of the countryside. It was surrounded by farm animals, such as cattle and sheep. In the back of the house were some woods. The cottage was a nice white-washed cottage that even had a thatched roof. It had lovely flower beds in front of it.

Niki's grandmother was standing at the doorway, waiting for us. She was a small, plump woman with rosy cheeks and a huge smile on my face. She told me that she knew that I was a prince, but she did not want to curtsy to me as her old bones could not cope with it. She also suggested I call her Claire, as I already had a grandmother. I agreed to call her Miss Claire. Niki and I would be in the same room, which excited us both. There were no cribs or baby things like we were used to at the institute, and Miss Claire did her best to make me feel welcome. For the first time in weeks, I started smiling. I felt so free here.

Miss Claire told us she got instructions from the institute. We should still dress and act like girls. That meant being ladylike, polite, and submissive. We were to look pretty all the time. On top of all this, we were to sleep in a nursery. This was the same letter my parents got when I went home for Christmas. My parents did everything the letter said. Miss Claire did not. She threw the letter in the fireplace and said that while we were here, we would be the children that we were meant to be. We would not be told what to do. The only thing that we would have to do was still wear diapers, as our bladders were now too weak.

Then Miss Claire said that she would like to speak with me in private while Niki is unpacked. She heard that I was unhappy at the institute. I told Miss Clara that I did not agree to be a sissy. I was forced to be one. I accepted being turned into a sissy because I did not want to be punished, and besides that, everyone else was the same. However, I do not understand why they destroyed my bladder and made me start lisping. My grandmother said I did not have to go back. Miss Claire put her hand on my shoulder and said Niki would be devastated if I left the institute, but she understood me. Niki was born feminine and had no problems being a sissy. However, this was Nik's choice. Miss Claire told me that I had to decide my identity. I had to decide if the institute was a good place for me.

When Niki came out, he had some play clothes on. It was leggings and a top with a fairy on it. Miss Claire told me that I should get out of my school clothes. She asked me if I wanted to wear girly clothes like Niki or if I wanted to wear boy clothes. I was silent for some time until Niki started laughing and said that I had forgotten how to decide for myself. We were so used to the institute deciding. I whimpered that I would like to wear boy clothes, so before I knew it, I had on jeans, a T-shirt, and old, worn-out sneakers. I no longer had any pastel-coloured frills on my body. I was a boy once again.

Niki's only comment was to say that I looked different. Then he looked me in the eye and said the time for talking and whining was over. We were on holiday, which meant that we did not have to listen and should have fun like kids should. Niki then told me he wanted to show me the best place on earth. He dragged me into the woods behind his grandmother's house. To me, it just looked like any other I have seen, except this place had a campfire and a cave in which he made a cosy hangout area. Niki told me that this was his magical forest. I laughed at this and said there was nothing magical about it. This made Niki roll his eyes and explain that I was not a child of the magical forest. When I was a child, I could see the magic in the forest. A child of the magical forest can see things such as unicorns, fairies, elves, and magical plants. When Niki asked me if I wanted to be a child of the magical forest, I became very enthusiastic and told Niki I would do anything to become a child of the magical forest.

It did not take me long to forget the troubles I was having at the institute. I was smiling once again and happy for life. We spent a lot of time in the magical forest or helping Granny bake and do chores. Niki showed another side of himself. He always had some fun adventures for us to try in the magical forest. It could be to try and find a fairy or leave carrots out for the unicorns. It could be searching for lost gold or exploring the forest for new magical creatures. I will be honest; I did not see any, but Niki saw them, and that was good enough for me.

Niki's parents did not visit, and they most likely did not know that he was there. Niki did not talk about it. I could also see that he was very close to his grandmother. She doted on him and would praise him to the sky. She never talked about or mentioned Niki's sissy ways; she just respected and supported that this was part of who Niki is. I will be honest and say that I was jealous of the relationship that Niki had with his grandmother. She hugged him a lot, and they had lots of heart-to-heart discussions. At times, I thought being part of a royal family was more like a business than a family. Everything we did was based on duty and our public image. Even as children, we were in the public eye, and at times we were more like puppets than children. I know one thing for sure: I never got as many hugs and smiles as Niki had from his grandmother.

One day, while we were playing in the magical forest, Niki told me that his cousin would be coming for a visit. When I saw who Niki's cousin was, I nearly fainted. It was Emma. You probably forgot who Emma was. She was the girl that I met on the train on the way back to the institute after the Christmas holidays. Emma was the same age as Niki and me. When I saw Emma, I was flabbergasted. The world can be so small at times. Niki asked if we knew each other. I said we met on the train. Niki seemed delighted that we already knew each other, as it meant we could have more fun.

Niki also saw that there seemed to be an icy atmosphere between us. He told Emma not to worry; I was a prince, as I was still a human. This was not the problem. When Emma and I were together, she told me she felt bad about the way she treated me on the train, and the press even asked her about me, including the person who wrote that book about me. She felt so guilty. I smiled and said I thought she was nice on the train, and the media can be vultures. Emma smiled when I told her that I was not mad at her and to just forget it and have fun.

Emma did tell me it was strange seeing me in boy clothes. I told her I was still getting used to being a boy again. The only thing that could show that I was at the institute was that my hair was long and I still had to wear diapers. Emma did not tease about this. She told me she noticed the diaper bulge in my jeans. This made me joke about it, and I told her that that was one good thing about dresses ... they hid the diaper. Then I got serious and told Emma that I still had a problem giving up the baby things. I showed her a pacifier that was in my pocket. Emma just smiled and said that the baby things were now just a habit I got used to. Emma assured me that it did not make me weird. She told me she had some strange habits as well, such as having a rubber sheet on her bed and not being able to sleep without her favourite stuffed animal. There was something special about Emma. She had the same gift as Niki. She could see the positive side of everything.

My mother was busy doing her national tour, so she did not have time to visit me. My grandmother told me that she would be visiting. Miss Claire was busy cleaning every corner of the house, and I had other worries. I needed to talk with Niki before my grandmother came. As we sat down next to the campfire, I told Niki that I would not be going back to the institute. This was so hard to tell Niki, especially as he had tears in his eyes. He was silent for a long time and then said that he would miss me so much, but at the same time, he would miss me. I understood why he was so sad. Niki and I have become irreparable. It would be hard to think of life without him in a week.

Granny visited. This meant that the paparazzi were camped near the cottage. My sister, Julia, came with my grandmother. I was so happy to see my sister. Miss Claire managed to curtsy to my grandmother despite her bad back. My grandmother did not say anything, but I told Miss Claire that my grandmother was the queen, but she was my grandmother when she was here.

When my grandmother and I were alone, she told me that she was so happy to see me smiling. She wanted to know if I wanted to go back to the institute. I have always been honest with my grandmother and told her I was unsure. I did not like the way the institute manipulated me. I was allowed here to dress as a boy or a girl, and I liked that. However, being a boy was not what I expected. I felt as if the clothes were uncomfortable. I also liked some of the things we did at the institute. I had friends there. I was confused.

Granny told me that she understood it. When Granny was my age, she went to a boarding school and hated it. However, she was confused as to whether she wanted to be there or not. Grandmother was honest and told me she did not want me at the institute, but she felt it was important that I decide. This confused me. Adults always seemed to want to decide, saying children were too young to do so. In a way, it would have been easier for me if Granny had decided!

I showed Julia (my 7-year-old sister) the magical forest. When I told her there were magical things, such as fairies, Julia told me that she thought that she had seen one. This was a downer for me, as I had not seen any yet. So the five of us played together. Emma and her little sister, Nki, Julia, and I played nonstop in the magical forest. Julia did not comment on whether I was dressed as a boy or not. When I asked her about it, she said, “ You do not understand; I do not care what you wear. It's who you are that matters to me, and you are a nice brother .”

When we were asleep that night, Julia asked me why I could not sleep. I was embarrassed to tell her. Julia put a chair against my bed, with the back of the chair facing the bed. She told me that I was used to sleeping in a crib, so the back of the chair was like a crib bar. It did work. I slept like a baby. The next day, Miss Claire heard about this, so she put a toddler bed in my room. It didn’t have bars like a bed, but had small sides so I couldn’t fall out.

Granny decided to stay for the rest of the holidays, which made us all happy. Niki was not that happy at times. When he was with others, he was smiling. When he was with me, I could see how unhappy he was. He told me that he was afraid the institute would close, and what would he do then? Even if the institute did not close, Niki told me he would feel alone because I would not be there. I did not know what to say.

Still, we had so much time when we played in the magical woods. Emma and I were always together. We even told each other that we were best friends. Now that I had two best friends, Niki and Emma, Julia did not think that Emma was my best friend. Julia thought that we were in love with each other. This was a ridiculous thing to say, as we were only 10 years old, and 10-year-olds did not fall in love with each other.

Blake visited us as well, He was delighted to see me in boy clothes but told me that I needed my hair cut. The problem was that I now felt so uncomfortable with the boy clothes and being a boy. The clothes did not feel nice on me. I was confused. This was what I wanted in the institute, and now that I was a boy, I did not discuss this with anyone. I knew what Blake would say. It's not as if I was a lot with Blake. He was always by Niki's side. I know I said that 10 years cannot be in love, but Niki and Blake did look as if they were in love with each other.

One day, when Miss Claire was braiding Niki's hair, I asked if she could braid my hair. My granny was a bit confused about why I wanted this. I said that I am not a boy, and I am not a girl either. I felt as if I were a mix between a boy and a girl. Granny unexpectedly understood this. She thought I could be gender-fluid. I hugged Granny and felt so happy that someone understood how I felt. Granny told me that I was old enough to decide who I was. Emma also hugged me and told me we would always be friends, no matter what I wore or what pronoun I used. Of course, Julia told everyone that we were in love.

I told Granny that I wanted to go back to the Victorian Virtue Institute. I did not like the way they treated us, but I otherwise liked what we did there, and I had friends there. Miss Claire told me that this week of holidays was important for me as it was a chance for me to decide who I was.

Granny said she would respect my decision to go back, but she would speak with Madame Criben as there would be conditions for my return to the institute.

Prince Taylor now is back at the institute with changes.

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I was once again back in the school uniform and wearing a dress. Granny came back to the institute and wanted to speak with Madame Criben. I was also told to come into the office so I could listen to the conditions that Granny had for me coming back. I know how hard it was for Granny to allow me to come back here. She hated everything about the Victorian Virtue Institute, and I know she did not want me to be there. I think it was for Granny's state of mind that she wanted to speak to Madame Criben.

“I do not want Prince Taylor here," she started. “He has told me in great detail what happens here and how the boys here are treated. The VVI does not offer support and love to boys who have gender identity problems or feel they are a gender that is betrayed by their body. You force boys to be sissies through manipulation, humiliation, and the fear of being punished. When Prince Taylor came to you because he was confused about his identity, you ignored him and told him that his thoughts did not matter.”

“Prince Taylor is a sissy; we have experience showing boys who they truly are." Madame Criben tried to defend herself.

“That is totally rubbish,” Granny responded. “The insitute deals with petticoat discipline, and this involves forcing boys to be sissies and babies. It has nothing to do with love, understanding, or support. Let me tell you that you did not help Prince Taylor one bit. It was Niki's grandmother who showed Prince Taylor the understanding and support he had not had since he came here. She allowed my grandson to wear boy clothes and decide himself.”

“That is against school regulations.”

“Who cares? The thing is that Prince Taylor tried being a boy again and was not comfortable being a boy. Prince Taylor may be transgender or a boy; who knows? The thing is that my grandson is the one who will decide his identity. He told me he wanted to come back here. My grandson has friends here. I am allowing this, but I will not allow things to be the way they were before. My grandson will not be punished if he does not comply with your so-called petticoat program. He will not be threatened or humiliated. He will not get medicine, hormones, or anything done to his body without telling him and his parents. My grandson will explore and discover his identity, and your job is to support him in finding who he is and not who you want him to be. Prince Taylor has a bodyguard, and the bodyguard will be reporting to me if my grandson is being mistreated as he once was.”

Later, when I was in my room, I thought of how hard this was for Granny. I think Granny loved me so much that she would allow me to come back while keeping an eye on me to make sure I was happy and not being abused. As for me, I was happy . I felt as if I had won a victory, and it was funny seeing Madame Criben shaking in fear behind her desk when Granny gave her conditions. I could now discover who I was. I knew that I was not like other boys. I also knew I was not a girl. I did like being treated like a toddler. Maybe I didn’t want to grow up. It was very confusing for me not knowing who I was , but I could smile because it was not my parents or the institute that would decide my identity. I would decide it.

Niki was also so happy that I came back. He confided in me that I was his first real friend, as no one ever understood him. I realised that Niki was in a different situation than I was. Niki admitted that he was always a sissy. In a way, Niki was lucky, as he knew who he was. Still, he had parents who did not love him and only had his grandmother. The VVI was a place where he could feel safe, be accepted, and be the person he wanted to be. My thoughts were disturbed when Niki told me he had something important to say to me. He told me that he did not fancy me or that he was not in love with me. He did not want to be my boyfriend. There was some silence for a bit, which worried him. Then I responded that we were best friends, and as he said once, we were sisters. Besides all that, I did not think that I was gay.

Social media had me as a gossip point once again. Someone took a picture of me in boy clothes when I was at Niki's grandmother's . I was now getting used to the media. They were good at speculating and coming to their own conclusions. According to some, I was rebelling against the institute , while according to others, I was now being forced to wear boy clothes. What could I do? I could only smile at it.

Niki loved doing my hair, so I let him style it every day . Once, when he was braiding it, he asked me if I would continue getting the puberty blockers. This made me think, and after a bit, I admitted that this would be the wisest thing to do as if I were transgender, I didn’t want to look like a bearded woman. This made Niki laugh and tell me I would look like an ape. We laughed so much and ended up wrestling on the bed. When we were exhausted, Niki told me that he knew he was a sissy, but who was I? This made me smile at him, and I replied, “I am me.”

The next part of our petticoat treatment was sewing classes. To be quite honest, I did not like this. However, I participated. It was funny watching the other boys try to put a thread through a needle. I could not even do this. Niki was the only one who looked like a pro. Then it was fun to sew. I think I stuck the needle in my finger more than the fabric. Madam Eva would laugh at this, and tell us not to sew our fingers together. Despite that I did not like sewing, it was a fun class.

Not everything was rosy. I spoke with my mom on Discord. It was not a two-way communication; it was her writing and venting at me. She wrote that she did not like that I did not go on the national tour with her. She did not like that I wore boy clothes. She did not like that I got Granny involved. Mom told me that she was my mother and that she was responsible for my upbringing. I tried to reply, but it was as if she was not listening.

On the other hand, I was in discord with Emma every day. Niki would be in discord with Blake. I loved speaking with Emma. She was a nice girl. We would talk about everything under the sun. She liked talking about school and her friends. Emma also liked doing art, so we had a lot in common there. There was one big difference between us, and that was that Emma liked doing homework. I think she must be the only one in the world, and even in history, who liked doing homework. Being on Discord and chatting was something new for Niki and me. However, we figured it was part of getting older. Niki could also multi-task when he was chatting on Discord. He would be talking with me, as well as chatting with Blake. Niki would also be knitting something, a new hobby he picked up from the sewing class. I admired Niki for the way he could multitask. This was not something I could do.

After Granny laid out her conditions, Miss Eva changed. At the therapy affirmation, she told me we would be doing things differently. She would not follow the institute's guidelines or do all the talking. She wanted to do things her own way. That meant she wanted to listen to me, how I felt, and if I had any struggles. It was strange, as it was now me that was doing all the talking, and I found myself telling Miss Eva things that I had never told anyone else. Miss Eva would listen and tell me she understood. When I left the therapy affirmation sessions, I would feel like there was no weight on my shoulder. The sessions seemed like they were helping me. I wonder if Miss Eva listened to the other boys.

Madam Criben was different. One day when I was wearing these girly leggings, she told me that this was against school regulations as only skirts or dresses were allowed. I expected she was going to punish me or give me a long speech. This did not happen, as she saw the look on my bodyguard and walked away, grunting. This made me think about how lucky and privileged I was. What about the other boys? They did not have a grandmother who cared so much that she placed conditions on the institute. These boys were my friends, and this was the first time in my life that I had good friends. The other boys were still manipulated and forced to do things. It made me feel bad that I was excluded from this, as I felt like a spoiled sissy. At the same time, I wished that all the boys had a grandmother like mine who would lay down the law with Madam Criben.

I still did art, and my art tutor, Julian, was great at helping me become a better artist. Julian was a former student here. You could not tell that he was a former student as he dressed as a male. His body was a bit feminine, like he did not have any facial hair, and his body was slender and delicate. Julian never told me about his time at the institute until today. He thought that I was ready to hear about it now.

“I was sent here when I was seven." Julian started, “I did not want to come here. The reason I was sent here was that mom caught me trying on my sister's clothes and panicked, thinking I was transgender. I was not transgender and did not want to be girly. I just wanted to see why girls wore different clothes and whether they felt better. I was sent here because my parents thought I was transgender and did not know how to deal with it. I experienced the same thing as you. They manipulated me and brainwashed me. They threatened and punished me. I did not want to be a sissy, but I was told that I was one. As soon as I could, I left the institute. I have not seen my parents since, as I cannot forgive them. The institute has harmed me. I feel like my childhood was full of abuse and sadness. I now get a lot of anxiety, and I cannot be social. The only reason I came back to tutor you was to hope things had changed. It has not. The only good thing is that I am happy that I saw you stand up for yourself. That gives me hope.”

I felt sorry for Julian. What would the future be like for the boys who were here?

Niki and I continued doing ballet. Niki was always the optimist, as he told me that maybe I did not see any unicorns or fairies in the magical forest , but when I danced, I danced like a fairy. At first, I did not know if I liked this, but after I thought about it, I had to laugh and smile. I suppose it's better to dance as a fairy than a snail. I imagine that the staff here wanted the boys to be little fairies. I am sure that Niki would love to be a fairy in the magical forest.

In the next therapy affirmation with Miss Eva, she told me she would like to apologise. She is guilty of the way that she has treated me and noticed that I was happier and more comfortable when I could decide for myself. Miss Eva told me her story. When she was a little girl, she had a little brother who was transgender. Her parents did not respect this, and her little brother was forced to be someone he was not. When Miss Eva came to the VVI, she believed that Madame Criben knew what she was talking about. Miss Eva followed the institute's petticoat treatment to the letter and never questioned it. Even with boys like me who were brats, she thought this was because the boy was frustrated with his assigned gender at birth. Miss Eva told me she would no longer be part of the VVI ideology that adults knew better than boys. From now on, Miss Eva will support and let boys decide their identities themselves. This did not just include me; it also included the other boys who live here.

Miss Eva showed me a newspaper with headlines that made my jaw drop. The headline was “Victorian Virtue Institute hypnotises its students.”

Was Prince Taylor tricked?

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I will be honest; all the recent coverage that the boys at the school were being hypnotised to believe that we were sissy boys seemed a bit far-fetched to me. I do not recall that I had to stare at a swinging pocket watch. The media were writing that we were being fed subliminal messages all the time. I even had to Google what this meant. “Subliminal messages are words or images presented below our conscious awareness.” For a 10-year-old like me, this sounded like something from a Star Trek film. So my first thoughts were that this was some rumour spread by people who hated the institute. As I thought about it, the adults in my life loved me, and they knew what was best for me. They would never rewire my brain to believe that I was a sissy boy.

Then I remembered that my sister and grandmother told me that they heard whispering voices in the bedroom. I never heard these voices. What if these voices were subliminal messages? As the days went by, I started to think that maybe these rumours had some merit. I did not want to be a sissy before I came here. I always thought that I accepted being a sissy because of the threat of punishment or because the other boys here were also sissies. That does not explain why I was happy to be a sissy boy now and why I felt like one. What if we were being brainwashed by subliminal messages? Surely that would be against the law. It would also be a form of child abuse. If all these rumours were true, I would feel as if I were being tricked.

Niki did not believe any of this. The way that Niki saw the petticoat treatment here, they simply found a part of us that was hidden somewhere in us. The institute was there to support boys like us, and we had to trust them. There was a lot of debate in the media, and the parliament was even debating a new law about places like the Victorian Virtue Institute. Niki had the theory that these rumours were propaganda that was meant to influence the politicians. One thing that Niki was sure about was that many people did not understand sissy boys. People thought we were either freaks or being forced by our parents and the institute to be something we shouldn’t be.

I was happy that I could chat with Emma on Discord. The only thing that she said about all this was, How does the institute know that we have gender identity problems? And why do all the boys that come here discover that they are transgender? Emma did not like the word "sissy," so she always used the word "transgender." Besides this, Emma and I talked about normal things. The more that we talked, the more we found that we had the same interests. We liked the same music and the same films. Emma even liked doing art. The only difference between us was that Emma liked studying and doing homework. Chatting with Emma every day on Discord was something that I looked forward to. It was nice that I could talk about normal things with someone.

Niki chatted with Blake every day. One day, Niki even told me that he was in love with Blake and did not know how to tell Blake this. Niki knew that he always liked boys but did not know if Blake also liked boys, even special boys like Niki. I could see that Niki's love for Blake bothered Niki, as Niki did not know what to do. I tried to help Niki as much as I could, but how could I? After all, I am only 10. I told Niki that he was only 10 as well, so there was lots of time for things like love. After all, we knew nothing about love. Niki agreed with this and said he would not say anything to Blake. Niki wants to be at least a teenager until he gets a boyfriend. I couldn’t help but tease Niki and ask if he would not be Blake's girlfriend.

As for the school, classes and life continued as usual. We were now doing what they call domestic lessons. This meant that we had to learn how to clean and cook. This may not seem difficult or like it should have been a big problem, but it was a big problem for me. As a prince, I always had a maid or cook do things for me. So I never knew how to clean or work. The other boys complained, especially about how perfect a bed had to be when we made our beds. It was not the same for me; I quite enjoyed cleaning, especially vacuuming. I did not like anything to do with the toilets, for obvious reasons. It was entertaining to see the other boys complain about domestic class. I, on the other hand, thought it was better than doing math.

Niki was following the news every day. It seems like petticoat treatment, especially in places like the institute. Niki was very afraid that it would end up with the institute closing, and then boys like us would have no place to go. This made me think of what I thought. I liked the boys and a lot of things that we did here. I just did not like their methods, and at the end of the day, we did not have a choice if we wanted to be sissies or not. Since Granny came here, I had a lot of freedom, but I still had to look at the other boys and how they were treated. I was not sure if the institute was the best place, but it was what we had.

A few days later, there was a lot of drama at the school. It was like a Hollywood film. The police had a search warrant and searched the whole school, including our bedrooms. They took boxes of things they found at the institute. We just stared at the police as they looked in every corner. I wondered what they were looking for. Did they think we were hiding drugs or guns?

A few days later, we found out. The police said at a press conference that they found small devices that sent subliminal messages. The messages were a constant reminder that it was good to be a sissy and that we were not boys. The messages were also that it was fine that boys our age were treated like toddler girls, and that we needed to wear diapers. The subliminal message said a lot, which explained why we became so compliant. It explained why I accepted being a sissy baby when I came here. It also explained why my sister and grandmother could hear whispers. Blake was right. This place was brainwashing us.

The latest confirmation that we were being hypnotised and brainwashed made Niki depressed. The way he looked at it, you were either born to be a sissy or not, and no amount of subliminal messages would make a difference. I disagreed with him but did not debate it with him. I was thinking about other things. It was me who rebelled against the system. The fact that I was a prince meant that the institute was in the spotlight. Was it my fault that the institute was under so much scrutiny and that I could be the cause of the place closing, which would result in the institute being closed?

Madam Criben did what she was good at. She talked with us all, told her not to worry about all the negative attention, and reminded us that the institute had always been criticised since it opened its doors. Madam Criben explained that the subliminal messages were to help us adjust to our new lives as sissies. Society has been telling us that it is wrong to be a feminine boy. The subliminal messages were just to help us discover our hidden identities and who we really were. Once again, she reminded us that we had to trust the adults who knew what was best for us.

This time, Madam Criben's speech and defence did not work. Within the next few days, half the boys at the institute left, as their parents did not want them there anymore. This was such a hard thing to experience. The boys at the institute were like family to me, and it felt as though my family here was breaking up. Niki and I were some of them that remained. The boys leaving also upset Niki, who thought that this was the beginning of the end. It was my mother and dad who would decide if I was to stay. I do not think that my mother would even ask me. She wanted me here. In a way, I was happy that I was not one of the boys that had to leave.

During this time, I was in the art room. Art was a place where I could escape and forget things all around me. Julian told me that I should paint my emotions. He thought that it did not help anyone to keep their emotions locked in them, and art was one place to let these emotions out. Maybe this was why I was no longer painting cute bunnies, unicorns, or kittens. My art was now more abstract, with lots of loud colours. Niki's favourite painting I did was just a pink heart in the middle of grey, dull clouds. As Niki said, that's the way he feels now, and it must be how all the boys here feel. Niki made me smile and told me that I should exhibit my art. I just shrugged my shoulders and told Niki that I was already enough in the media.

I got a letter from my sister Julia:

Dear Taylor,

I see that things are very bad where you are. Now we all know why you suddenly wanted to wear dresses and act like a baby. The people at the institute tricked you. Maybe you can potty train so you don’t need to wear diapers, and maybe you can get some help if you want to be a boy again. It's not that fun here at the palace, either. Mom and Dad are fighting all the time. This has been happening for a long time. The latest argument was that Dad wants you to come home, but Mom refuses to do this. I think our parents are separated as they live on different sides of the palace. I did not tell you this before, as I did not want to worry you. In any case, I think it's our parents who should tell us what's happening. Being a child can be hard at times, as our opinions don’t matter. At least we have each other.

Julia

It seems like my life was one big drama. I did not know what to do about my parents. They have been fighting each other since I came here. A few days after I got the letter from Julia, Niki found me and hugged me. He told me that he was so sorry to hear about my parents. I was confused as to what he was talking about and then found out what he was talking about when he showed me the newspapers. The headline was that “the crown prince and the crown princess were getting divorced.”. I could not believe my eyes. Mom and Dad were getting a divorce, and I was never even told. I was their son! Why could they not tell me? Why did I have to read about it in the newspaper?

This was not the only bad news I got. Niki told me that Miss Eva had also left the school...

Prince Taylor accepts who he is, but society thinks the institute is bad.

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Miss Eva left the school, as did half the boys. There was a strange atmosphere in the school as the media reported every day how we were being brainwashed and how cruel the institute was. This was all too much for Niki. He tried to smile and keep things to himself. Niki knew that things were tough for me. Not only did the media portray me as a victim of the institute, but the media was full of stories about my parent's divorce. Niki tends to close up and pretend to smile when he is sad. This being said he did open up a little bit. He told me he did not like all the changes. He did not like the media scrutiny of the institute. Why could people not see that we were happy? I felt sorry for Niki. The media may never have been interested if a prince was not at the school. The fact that I am here means that the media and politicians are interested.

There was a lot of coverage about the divorce in the media. It seems that Dad got tired of the fact that Mom always put royal duties and reputation above family. According to the media, Mom wanted me to come to the institute, and she used me as a pawn to promote the idea of petticoat discipline. This had become too much for Dad. He wanted a divorce. Dad spoke with me on the telephone and told me that the divorce was not my fault. Both Dad and Mom still loved Julia and me; they just had different ways of showing it. Dad also told me that staying at the institute while the media-frenzied about the divorce was probably a good idea. It would be a good place to hide from it all. When things were in place, he wanted to discuss what my future would be . Dad did not really explain why they were getting a divorce, and I could see that it was hard for him. I was happy that he did not tell me to come home. In a way, I wanted to hide my head under the covers and wish everything went back to the way it was.

Miss Eva was gone, and that was like a big hole in my life. I know that she was beginning to question the institute's methods , and she was showing more compassion and support to the boys. The institute needed Miss Eva. She was becoming a person who could stand up to Madame Criben. Now that she is gone, it feels like our protector and the person who cared for us are gone.

Niki was becoming more and more serious about things. He still tried to smile and be optimistic. It was hard for him to hide the fact that he did not like what was going on . He told me one day that he was staying here at the institute. He did not believe in all the crap that was being said about petticoat treatment and the institute. I suppose Niki had no choice but to want to stay here. We are Niki's family. He feels loved and accepted here at the institute. If he were not here, he would be with his grandmothers, whom he loves, but with no friends or parents who are ashamed of him. The bottom line is that Niki was happy to be here at the institute and did not want to be anywhere else .

This was not a happy time in my life. I was afraid of what would happen at the institute. I also had to deal with the fact that my parents were getting divorced. My dad was speaking with me every day on the phone. He told me that if I needed to come home, I could. Dad was afraid that I felt alone with the divorce happening. He also said that I should not feel guilty. The problem is that I do feel guilty. I know that Dad and Granny did not like that I was at the institute, and Dad did not approve of my sissy ways. I think that my parents are fighting about me. I told my dad that I would like to stay at the institute. Niki needs me, and the term is nearly over.

Mom did not speak to me on the phone. She wrote me a letter telling me about the divorce. She blamed Granny for the divorce. She wrote how hard it was to live with a mother-in-law who is also a queen. She blamed Granny for interfering in everything and Dad for being a mommy boy who listens to everything that his mother says. Mom was also disappointed that the divorce meant that she would lose her royal title. She would just be a duchess. I noticed that Mom did not ask in her letter how I was or how I was coping with the divorce. Her whole letter was about herself and how bitter she is towards Dad and Granny.

As if things could not get more confusing, the government voted on a new bill that made petticoat discipline illegal. It was now illegal to force boys to be girly. It was not illegal that a boy felt like he was a girl or wanted to be a girl. Boys could not be forced to be something they are not. I suppose this means that the institute will have to change its ways. The institute can no longer humiliate us, play subliminal messages, make us lisp, or force us to be feminine. It made me think about how the institute would change. Could it change? Could it change since Miss Eva was not here?

Niki was very worried. He was worried about his future. It was hard for me to see Niki so sad and worried. Niki was getting anxiety attacks as well as crying a lot more. I told him that the institute would not close down. It is just going to change, so the institute will treat us with respect and not force us to be something that we are not. The institute will be a happy place, and that can't be bad. Maybe some of the boys that left would come back since things were getting better. I do not think that Niki had much hope left in him.

I could understand how Niki felt. There were only four boys left in the institute. This meant the institute was becoming more and more like a ghost town. Niki said it could not survive financially like this, but I read on social media that the school has a donor who gives a lot. The thing is that I considered the boys here like an extended family, and it hurt so much that boys were leaving the institute as more parents were afraid that the institute was harming their children. I can understand the parents, and at the same time, I was glad that my parents let me decide. As I said before , I wanted to stay here, for nikis sake.

Madam Criben told us things would go ahead as usual. She told us that routine was still very important. So we started a new phase in our training. We would sit in class and listen to classical music. Then we would have to describe how classical music affected our emotions. I was not very popular when I said the music made me feel sleepy. At least I am honest. I thought classical music was fine to listen to for a few minutes, but then it got boring.

During one class, Madam Criben got mad at a boy because he was not wearing the uniform. The boy explained that the new law said that no one could force him to wear girl clothes, and he felt more comfortable in boy clothes. Madam Criben blew her lid and told the boy that the law did not apply to the institute. So the boy was forced to wear his school uniform dress. Needless to say , a few days later , the boy left the school. We were now the only three left at the school. This shows that someone like Madam Criben can't change. She is so used to doing things her way and cannot change. She thinks that the law does not apply to her. Madam Criben's stubbornness will affect the fate of the school.

There was some good news. Niki has been speaking with Blake every day on the webcam, and one day Niki announced that he was in love with Blake. This didn’t mean that they were boyfriends, as they felt that they were too young. This confused me a lot, as they have proclaimed their love to each other but are not boyfriends. I figured that Blake did not want everyone to know about this, as he was afraid he would be bullied. I could understand that, and I thought maybe it was wise. At the same time, it was a bit sad that they had to keep their affection for each other a secret. It was nice to see Niki smile again, even if it was only when he was chatting with Blake.

Emma and I spoke with each other on the webcam every day. I know that she had very strong feelings for me, and I had strong feelings for her. We just never put these into words. You can say we were both shy and were afraid that if we became romantic, it would destroy our friendship. I will also be honest; I think that Emma can do better than me as her boyfriend. Why would she want me? I am a sissy boy who is more girly than she is. I am like a toddler, as I wear nappies and use a pacifier as well . Besides all this, if she were a girlfriend of mine, she would be hounded by the press because I am a prince. The press would not care that she was only a child; they would take away whatever privacy she had. I did not want Emma to be hurt. We are still only children, so there is still a lot of time for romance.

Miss Eva sent me an email:

Dear Taylor

As you know, I left the institute, and this was because I could not let Madam Criben continue with her petticoat discipline. I feel so guilty about the way so many boys were manipulated and brainwashed into becoming sissy boys. I was told that if a boy was stubborn and did not accept the petticoat program, he would be punished , or I was to try and confuse him and play with his emotions. You know that I tried to sweet talk you and manipulate you into believing you were always a sissy boy. You were fed subliminal messages, and even some drugs were put in your drink. The subliminal messages screwed with your mind, telling you that you wanted to be a sissy and even be treated like a toddler girl. The drugs helped your bladder lose control. The dentist even did something to make you lisp. When your grandmother gave you conditions to stay at the institute, Madam Criben wanted me to manipulate you by turning you away from your grandmother, forgetting her conditions, and submitting to the institute's program. I had to leave. Madam Criben does not respect boys and would like all boys to be submissive sissies. She does not care if the boys have a feminine side or not. How many boys have had their lives ruined before? I could not be part of this; I had to leave. I hope you will be okay at the institute.

Miss Eva

The press was also paying more attention to me at the institute. They were asking if I was brainwashed or forced to be transgender. They were asking if I was one of the boys who experienced the subliminal messages. Was I humiliated or punished when I said I was not a sissy boy? The media wanted to know why I suddenly had to wear diapers and why the institute treated me like a baby. The most important thing is how a prince can still be in the institute when the institute is guilty of so many bad things, and some think that the way the institute treats boys is child abuse. It hurt to see this. I know most of the boys have left, but I was given a choice: stay here or go home. I chose to stay here. The media never has the full story.

I painted more and more to escape the institute and its reputation, and my parents divorced. Julian was a great help, and even Niki started to paint. One day I did something courageous. I told Julian that I wanted to do an art exhibition. I wanted the money from the art exhibition to be donated to “ Save the Children. " " Save the Children " is a global nonprofit organisation that provides education, healthcare, and emergency relief to children in need , advocating for their rights and improving their lives worldwide. Julian thought it was a great idea and told me that it would mean a lot of work. Niki was also happy and said to me that he wanted to help. Amid the darkness we were in, we finally had something else to think about. Something to look forward to.

Dad spoke with me on the phone one day and told me that the divorce was now final. He also told me that he had decided that I would not be returning to the institute in the next term. Dad knew that I wanted to stay at the institute, but I was only 10 years old, and he wanted what was best for me. Sometimes parents need to make decisions, even when their children disagree. He thought that the institute was not a good place for me. I did not say much. I just cried and cried. It was like my life was falling apart slowly, day by day. I understood why Dad was doing this. He was against the institute from the start. Maybe it would have been better if he dared to stand up to Mom on the first day that I came here.

I did not know how to explain to Niki that I would not be coming back next term. I mumbled it as we were painting one day. Niki was quiet for some time and just said that he understood. It was bad PR for the royal family and me that a prince was at the institute. Niki was trying to be diplomatic, as he told me that other boys would come once the media storm was over. I smiled at Niki and told him that we would always be " sisters. " Now we had a job and had to get ready for the art exhibition.

Blake has not done well since he left the institute. He told us that he was bullied because everyone thought he was a sissy. After all, he went to the institute. Blake was nowhere near being a feminine boy. However, the fact that he is a former student puts a tag over his head. Blake felt as if he was alone and had no friends. I felt sorry for him. This showed once again how the institute could ruin someone's life.

On the last day of school, we were all having breakfast when there was chaos. The police came into the breakfast hall. We could see them speaking with Madam and then putting her in handcuffs. I was shocked. Madam Criben was arrested . We later found out that the charges were child abuse as well as stealing some money that was donated to the institute. I was speechless. I did not know what to say or think.

The shock did not end there. My dad came to pick me up at the institute as the term was over. On the way home, he had the radio on in the limousine. It was then that I heard the newscaster say that the Victorian Virtue Institute was being forced to close its doors...

Prince Taylor is home, the institute is closed, what does this mean for Taylor?

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The trip home was a long one. The one thing that I was happy about was that I was in a limousine and not a train where everyone would be looking at me. It shouldn’t bother me that much that the institute was forced to be closed, as Dad told me that I would not be going back after the holidays. The institute was already dying anyhow as most parents withdrew their boys and even Miss Eva left. The newspapers were full of stories about how we were brainwashed, manipulated, humiliated, and even threatened to be sissy boys that acted like toddler girls. Anyone could see that this was wrong. Madam Criben should never have been around children, and yet she was allowed to do it for so many years. Someone powerful must have been protecting Madam Criben. I was worried about the boys at the institute. Did the institute damage them and ruin their lives? What about Niki? The institute was family and home for Niki. How would he deal with the closure?

My family was waiting for me as I came back to the palace. Well, my mom wasn't there, as she lived by herself after the divorce. Dad, Julia, and Granny gave me countless hugs and told me that it was nice that I was once again home. I don’t think that I got as many hugs as I did then. Julia was very excited that I was home and could not stop talking about what things would be like now. I had to smile at Julia's excitement. She was happy that her older brother was back at home and would be staying. I got this feeling from Dad and Granny as well. They were pleased that I was back at the palace. Deep down, I knew that I would miss the friends I had at the institute, but I was also happy that I was once again reunited with my family.

Dad wanted to show me my bedroom. When I started at the institute, my mom changed my bedroom at home to a baby nursery because that was part of the training. Dad changed my bedroom. It was no longer a nursery; it wasn't a boy's room either. It was what Dad called a unisex room. The bed had a small horizontal bar like a toddler bed because Dad wanted me to feel safe when I slept. I suppose after sleeping in a crib for so long, I could see his point. There were boy toys and girl toys. I was delighted that the dollhouse was there. Dad even told me that there were boy clothes and girl clothes in my wardrobe, and I could choose what I wanted to wear. Dad was trying to fix the damage that the institute had done to me. At the same time, he was giving me a choice to decide my own identity.

Dad and Granny left. Julia was playing with my toys while I was trying to send Niki a text message. There was no answer. I have been trying to contact Niki since I left the institute, and I was worried that Niki was trying to avoid me. Then again, why would he? We are friends. I tried convincing myself that Niki was too busy with his grandmother. Niki must also have been sad and frustrated that the institute was closed. It was the place he loved the most.

Now I had a choice if I wanted to wear boy clothes or girl clothes. It was not a choice for me. When I tried being a boy at Niki's grandmother's house a few months ago, I realised that I was not like other boys. I was a sissy boy that liked dressing and acting like a girl. No one in my family was surprised that I wore summer dresses and let Julia put my hair in a ponytail or pigtails. Neither Dad nor Granny gave me disapproving looks. Granny even said that she respected me and that I wanted to express my feminine side, and she could accept that this was who I was as long as it was me that decided my identity. Julia was delighted that I was still girly. It helped that I was very small for my age, and this meant that Julia and I could play dress-up games, she could fix my hair, and she could loan my clothes. She thought my clothes were prettier than hers.

Dad was worried about the media and what was being said on social media. There were daily stories on how the institute treated me. Some commentators thought I was forced to like being girly and even have become dependent on diapers. The commentators would ask what would now happen to me. Did the institute destroy my mind and damage me so much that I would never be fit to be a king? I knew that the wise thing was to start acting and looking like a boy. I told Granny that I did not want to do what the media wanted me to do. I wanted to be the person that I felt I was, and it's people's problem if they cannot accept this, not my problem. The media was treating me like a victim, and I did not want to be a victim. Granny hugged me and told me I was only a victim if I allowed myself to be a victim. One thing for sure is that I would not be a victim.

You would think that when I came home and the Victorian Virtue Institute was closed, my life would move on and I could leave the institute behind me. My dad did his best by telling me that I decide my identity. Besides that, I did not get much peace. The media has stories about me being treated badly by the institute and my parents. Most of the stories were not true. Now the news was about the trial with Madam Criben. The news would not have covered it so much if I was not at the institute. The one interesting thing that I read was that Miss Eva was given immunity. It made me wonder if Miss Eva had something to do with the institute closing and Madam Criben being arrested.

I will be happy for who I am. I loved pretty dresses. I loved when my hair was in pigtails, ponytails, or braids. One of the things I loved was stockings and tights. I liked the way they look and feel. I was overall happy now as I was allowed to be who I wanted to be. I did not like all the media attention about the institute and me, and I tried not to think about what would happen to me in the future, such as what school I would be going to. What worried me was that Niki would not answer my messages. It made me think that somehow he was mad at me. Granny tried to comfort me by telling me that she heard that Niki’s grandmother was very sick, so that must be the reason that Niki did not have time to contact me.

Dad started me on what he called “toilet training." He thought that acting and dressing like a girl was fine, but wearing nappies and using pacifiers seemed to be wrong for a boy my age. I sort of agreed with Dad. It would be nice if I could wear normal underwear again, especially if I were starting at a new school. So project toilet training started. I should tell you that it was not easy. Dad's answer was simply not to wear nappies and visit the toilet a lot. I also had some strange exercises to try and make my bladder stronger. It meant that I had a lot of accidents, and this was so embarrassing. I had no patience. I wanted to be toilet trained overnight. At least my family had patience.

I was so happy that I was home with Julia. Despite that not hearing from Niki was frustrating, Julia and I played a lot. Julia always loved dolls, so she would ask me if I wanted to play dolls with her. Before I went to the institute, I would destroy Julia's dolls. Now I played with them. It's like when we played with dolls, we were in another world. A world where everything was fair and only the drama that we caused.
Mom no longer lived in the palace, so Julia and I visited her. It was a bit strange when we visited her. She didn’t ask how we were doing or how we were coping with the media attention. She complained about what it was like no longer having a royal title, and people did not treat her like a royal member. Mom complained about the allowance she got. I don’t understand why, as it was as much as a dozen people earn in real life. The mom started talking about the closing of the institute and how disappointed she was. She thought it was best that Madam Criben should homeschool me and Julia. This confused me, as Madam Criben is probably the last person who should be around children. Besides this, the woman should be in prison by the time the holidays are over. Mom must have thought of this, as she told me that she wanted me to testify and support Madam Criben. I did not answer, but I do think it's a bit strange that Mom wanted me to testify and what she wanted me to say.

Both Julia and I were not smiling on the way home. We were disappointed that Mom was being her usual demanding self and thinking only about herself.

I was in a strange mood after we visited our mom. I was frustrated and angry. Mom seemed not to care how we were. She was just talking about herself. Mom told me how I should testify and how I should testify. Was she encouraging me to lie in court to make Madam Criben look good? You know it's not so easy being a child. It's not easy being a prince at times. It seems like everyone is looking at what I am doing. Everyone has a view on what I should think and how I should act. I want to decide for myself who and what makes me the happiest. Until now, I had Niki who would support me and someone that could cheer me up. I have tried to send him countless messages and contact him on social media. There was still no answer. It's like he became invisible.

Dad noticed that I was having difficulties. He told me that being a royal member is a blessing in many ways. We could help change the world for so many and be the voice for people who do not have a voice. Being a royal also has a bad side, as royals are often subjects of intense public scrutiny, and personal matters are public domain. This is especially hard for a child. Dad admitted that he was mad and nearly ashamed of me when I started wearing girly clothes. This has changed. Dad noticed how strong I was and that I had a very good heart. He praised me for the work I did at the children's hospital and that I was determined to be the person that I thought I was, despite the scrutiny that I was under. Dad did not care whether I was transgender or not. He admitted that I taught him a valuable lesson: it does not matter if a boy wears girl clothes or does girl activities. What matters is that I am a nice boy that makes the world a better place.

Dad promised me that my family would support me as much as they could. They would support me if I was transgender or not. What mattered to them was that I was happy. Dad told me that if I wanted to continue on the puberty blockers so I did not get the male hormones that would attack me during puberty, I would get them. If I needed someone to talk with, Dad would find a professional. The queen (my grandmother) was doing her best to persuade the media to give me some space to be a child. Dad also told me that it was me who decided if I would testify in the Madam Criben court case. If I did choose to testify, it would be me who would decide what I would say. I had tears in my eyes as Dad said all of this and hugged him and let him know how much I loved him.

Mom did not have the same approach as Dad, but I still loved her as she was my mom. This was hard at times. The latest was a media revelation that Mom was one of the secret founders of the Victorian Virtue Institute. The institute had a secret board that ran the place, and Mom was the chairwoman of the board. Mom funded the school financially, and she knew every detail of what was happening at the institute. Mom knew about the subliminal messages, the threats, and the forcing of boys to be sisters. The media asked why a mother would send her own son to an institute where there was so much abuse towards boys. I was so mad at mom. This news made me think that she did not love me. I felt as if I was a pawn in her desire to sissify the boys of the nation. What better way to do this than to show the nation that a prince can even be a sissy?

Granny and Dad did not know how to react to this news. Granny's reaction was just that the revelations of Mom's involvement in the institute explained a lot. Granny also wanted Dad to seek full custody of Julia and me. Dad was more worried about what this news was doing to Julia and me, as he wanted us to have a relationship with our mother. Dad was afraid that mom's involvement would mean mom could be investigated and, who knows, even be sentenced to prison. This would be bad for the Royal family, but much worse for Julia and me.

Dad did show me a surprise. He changed an old stuffy room into an art room for Julia and me. Dad even asked Julian to tutor Julia and me in art. Julia was delighted that we would be doing art together. We spent a lot of time in the art room. Granny even sometimes joined us. I didn’t know that Granny could even paint, but I suppose old people can do a lot of things. Art gave me a chance to escape the world and hide in my own world. Now I could be creative with my sister and granny. We planned that the art exhibition I planned would not only have art from Granny and Julia. This was so exciting!

I did miss Niki and was worried why he was not answering me. Julia did her best to try and distract me. At times her plans made me think more about Niki, like when she wanted to do a magical forest. It reminded me of the one Niki had. Still, we did it in a wooded area near the palace. It did look good with fairy lights and a cosy tent, as well as colourful strings hanging from trees and chiming bells. We even put out a rocking horse and some unicorn stuffies. I know some adults may think our new magical forest looked foolish, but for us, it was a magical place.

While we rested in the tent, Julia asked me what we should do about Mom. We were supposed to visit Mom in a few days. I told Julia that I did not want to visit Mom. She did not care about me. Mom was using me for her own ambitions. She did not want me to be a boy but sent me to an institute to sissify me. Mom supported the institute, which ruined so many boy's lives and maybe even mine. Mom even wanted to use me as a pawn to testify in favour of Madam Criben. This was not just so, Madam Criben; it was also to save mom's skin as she could be facing an investigation. Mom did not respect me, and I don’t know if she loved me. I did not want to visit us.

Dad told me that I would be starting at a new school. He did not want to send me to the same school that he was sent to when he was my age. It was a posh boarding school. Dad thought that I needed to be around my family, so I would be sent to day school for boys and girls. I would have to wear the boy's uniform. I smiled at Dad and nodded, but inside I was in turmoil. This meant I would be in public again, and could I remember how to be a boy?

To be continued... Stay tuned for the final chapter of “Royal Frills.”

The final Chapter, can prince Taylor find his place in the world

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The new school I would be going to was a day school for rich children. It was the most expensive school in the country. It was the same school that Julia went to. I also knew that Emma had gone to the school, which made me smile. Dad said the only problem was that the school was very conservative when it came to transgender rights. This meant that I would have to wear the boy's uniform. I did not know what I thought about this. I no longer considered myself a boy. I did not consider myself a girl either. I was a bit of both. I did not complain about the boy's uniform, despite being afraid that wearing a boy's uniform would be like wearing a prisoner jumpsuit.

So I started at the new school and was delighted that Emma was there. The big surprise was that Niki also started at the new school. His grandmother moved close to the school so that Niki could attend. Dad was right; the school was very conservative and extremely posh. The boy's uniform made us look like we were still in Victorian times. The teachers were nice and good at their jobs. I liked the new school. In a way, I felt as if I were normal again and not in some twilight zone that was in the institute.

The problem I had at the new school was friends. A prince usually has many friends when he is at school. I had no friends at the new school, not even fake friends. The other boys knew that I was at the institute and knew that I was a sissy outside the school. They saw that being a sissy was negative and weird. They knew that I liked having long hair and wearing dresses and clothes with frills. So to the other children in my class, I was weird and just a sissy. I heard them whisper, and sometimes I listened to what they were whispering. They would say some things, like why would I allow myself to look more and more like a girl? Some boys even had the guts to come to my face, saying I must be weak because I let the institute change me to a sissy; they thought it would be an embarrassment when I one day became the king, as one boy said it would be humiliating for the country to have a drag queen as the monarch.

I was not the only one that had problems. Niki was not bullied. He was just ignored. It must have been hard for Niki to come to this school after he loved the institute, and he even had to move from his grandmother's cottage to the city. Niki lost all that he loved. It was so strange to see him in the boy's uniform. I hoped that we could support each other, as we once promised each other that we were "sisters." This did not happen. Niki did everything he could to ignore me. This upset me, as I did not know why he was so mad at me.

It's like I could not forget the past I had in the institute, and no one could accept that I was different from other boys. I liked feminine clothes, and I would be the first to admit that I was a sissy. Being a sissy was something positive for me, but not for the other boys. They could not accept it or understand it. It did not help that the media was full of news about how my mother would now be prosecuted because of her involvement in the institute. It seemed as if the petticoat program and discipline were my mother's idea. She did not care if boys were hurt or not hurt. My mom did not like boys and thought we should be all sissies, even if it meant forcing boys to be sissies. Mom knew that we were being brainwashed, punished, and humiliated. She did not care, as the end justifies the means. She even sent her son to the institute knowing what had happened there. Now she would be prosecuted in the courts. This was possible as she was no longer protected by the crown.

Granny knew how hard it was for me at school and the media attention that Mom was getting. When mom was getting so much attention, it meant that I was getting a lot of attention as well. I told Granny that I did not want to visit mom anymore. She didn’t care if the institute hurt me or not. I did not trust Mom or think that she loved me. Granny listened to me and tried to give me advice. She also took Julia and me shopping. This was a great trip, as the media left us alone. I bought lots of new clothes, including shorts, t-shirts, leggings, and dresses. Yes, they were all girl clothes, but I loved them and I could wear what I wanted at home. The funny thing was that every time I picked something, Julia picked the same. On our way home, we agreed that we could take advantage of me being so small for my age. Julia and I could dress as if we were twins. This plan was so exciting for us, especially if the press took a picture of us. Imagine the speculations they would have at seeing us dressed as twins. What conclusion would they come up with? We laughed when Julia believed that the press may not think she was a girl, that she was secretly born a boy but forced to be a girl all her life. This sounded ridiculous as Julia is a girl, but the press could fabricate such a story.

Things were bad at school, but at least I had Emma as a friend. We hung around all the time at school, and she would stand up for me when the others became mean or annoying. I knew that I had special feelings for Emma; I just didn’t know what they were. Was it because I considered her a very good friend, or was it more? I tried to convince myself that it could not be romance, as I was too young for that. Julia noticed it and told me it was very clear that Emma and I were in love with each other.

Niki was not the same optimistic boy that I always knew him to be. Besides, he did his best to ignore me; he seemed so sad and distant. One day, he came to the school dressed in a girl's uniform. The other children teased him, and the teachers were mad at him. Niki did his best to defend himself by saying that he was just being himself. This was not good enough, as school rules were school rules. Niki was upset and mad that the school would not respect that he was feminine and had an outburst that ended with him being suspended for 3 days.

I did not stand up for Niki. I just remained quiet. Maybe the reason was that, for some reason, he was ignoring me, and this made me think that Niki was no longer my friend. Despite that I kept out of it, the headmaster called me into the office. He gave me a long speech on how boys are different from girls and boys should not try to dress as girls, as it's not normal, healthy, or even ethical. The headmaster did not answer me when I asked why it is accepted that a girl can be a tomboy but a sissy boy is frowned upon. The headmaster told me that as a prince, people notice everything I do. No one wanted a transgender monarch. People expected me to show a good example, and being transgender was not a good example.

The talk with the headmaster and Niki's suspension upset me. Julia noticed this, and after I told her what the headmaster said, Julia sighed and said, “Adults are good at confusing us. After months of you being at the institute and being convinced that you are a sissy boy, you are now being told that you are a bad example for the whole nation. I am glad you no longer need diapers as this seemed weird. I don’t think it's bad you still use a pacifier or dress and act like a girl. You are a sissy boy, and being a sissy boy is not bad. You know who you are. Don't let others tell you who you should be.”

Julia was right. I knew who I was. I was a sissy boy, no longer that brat that everyone hated before I joined the institute. My family loved me and supported me, and this helped a lot. It made me sad that some boys like me had no support or understanding. I bet their headmasters gave them the same speech that I got. They would end up thinking that they were freaks and not normal. They would think it was them that had a problem and not society. I wished that there was something that I could do.

The time came for the art exhibition where my sister, Granny, and I exhibited the art we worked on. The reviews were great, and we earned a lot of money. We decided that the money would be donated to the hospital clowns who visited children's wards and did their best to cheer up the sick children. Julia and I were dressed as twins in frilly white dresses white tights and white gloves with a white ribbon in our hair. I was delighted that the exhibition was such a success. It was a family effort, and I felt like we were helping as well as reminding people that some children live with a sickness that causes them so much pain and fear.

I was disappointed that Niki was not there, but Emma was. Emma kept on telling me how proud she was of me, and my art was even nicer than granny's. Some of the Tabloid journalists did not care about the art. They wanted to know why I still wore a dress when the institute was no longer forcing me. They wanted to know if I would testify against Madam Criben. They wanted to know if the rumours were true that I no longer visited my mom. I did my best not to answer the questions and stayed close to my grandmother, who got mad at the press by saying that the exhibition was about the art and the sick children, not what I was wearing.

The tabloids did not care. The news the next day was not so much about the art. There was a picture of Emma and me holding hands. This led to a viral discussion on the media about whether I had a new girlfriend or not. There were even satirical pictures of Emma dressed as a groom and me as the bride. Did people not realise that I was only 10? I do know that I had special feelings for Emma, but could the media and social media not let Emma and I find out what these feelings are?

It was then that I decided to show the nation and myself who I was, and I was going to stand up for myself. I did what my mom wanted. I testified in Madam Criben's court case. I did, however, testify the opposite of what Mom wanted. I told the court that the boys there were forced to be sissy boys. If we rebelled against it, we were spanked until we complied. I told about the subliminal messages, the dentist making us lisp, and the humiliation of being publically exhibited as sissy boys. While the institute helped me discover who I was, it was done in the wrong way. It was child abuse and child manipulation at its worst. While the institute may have helped me, it harmed many boys and even ruined their lives. Madam Criben and the institute helped a handful of boys but harmed the majority of boys.

My family was proud of my testimony. My mom sent me a text message about how she was disappointed in me. I did not answer her. The worst was from Niki. For the first time since we left the institute, he came up to me at school and pushed me against the wall, saying, “It's all your fault. I thought we were best friends. I thought we were sisters. But it was you who sent that letter to the press, telling how bad the institute was. It was you who got special treatment at the institute because your grandmother did not like the place. It was your grandmother who signed the law to make petticoat discipline illegal. You know how much the institute was for me. It was like home for me. Now I am forced to go to this school and be a boy! It's all your fault. You have destroyed the place that I loved. You are not a friend.”

Niki's words left me in tears. I did not understand how he thought it was all my fault. Granny tried to console me that Niki did not see the institute as a place of punishment. Niki was already feminine. Niki had to respect that my journey was different from his, and I can see how the institute was more destructive than positive. Madam Criben was found guilty and sentenced to a prison sentence. This shows that some laws were being broken at the institute. Granny suggested that I would have patience with Niki and remember that, as a prince, I am also the voice for many who do not have a voice.

Dad also wanted to speak with me. He knew that I did not want to visit my mom. Dad told me that he could understand my frustrations and anger, as Mom can feel self-entitled, selfish, and have strange ideas. Dad reminded me that she was my mother and I would be at peace if I forgave her. Being mad at someone took a lot of energy and led only to bitterness. I told my dad that I was not ready to forgive Mom. Deep down, I was impressed at Dad, though. He had his problems with mom but still refused to speak badly about her in front of me.

Mom suggested long ago that I do a press conference. I refused at the time, but now I think it was a good time. Dad was sceptical about it but knew it was important for me. So I gave a statement to the press:
“Hello everyone, thank you for being here today. I wanted to talk to you about something important to me. Some of you might have noticed that sometimes I like to dress in pretty dresses or wear clothes people think are just for girls. And sometimes, I like to wear what boys usually wear. I don’t see myself just as a boy or a girl. I feel like I’m something in between, and that’s called being gender fluid. It’s how I feel inside, and it makes me happy.
I know this might seem different to some people, but it’s just me being me. I hope you can all respect that.
There are lots of kids out there who don’t feel like the gender they were assigned at birth. Many of them don’t have a chance to say how they feel, and they might be scared or confused. I want to stand up for them so they know they’re not alone. Every child deserves to be heard, respected, and loved just as they are, no matter what.
As a prince, I hope I can help give them a voice, so we can all live in a world where everyone feels safe to be who they truly are. Thank you for listening.”

Dad had tears in his eyes after this. He told me that he knew that things were hard for me at school and told me that I could find another school where I could wear what I wanted and be who I wanted. Granny thought that this was a good idea. She was friends with Niki’s grandmother now and said she could tell Niki’s grandmother about the new school we found.

Surprisingly, the media and social media supported my statement to the press. They talked about how brave I was. They thought it was refreshing that the prince and the royal family were so modern and liberal (whatever that means) in standing up for LGBT+ issues. There were more stories from boys or girls who did not feel they were the gender they were assigned at birth. The whole thing became positive (which is strange for the media) in recognising that we each have a special identity and we should respect the identity that made everyone happy.

The school even became much better. The other children now spoke to me, and I started to make friends. Even Niki was making friends. Some boys and girls admitted they at times did not feel normal. Some felt like they were goth, while others liked being nerdy. Someone even said that they felt like they should have been born a cat. I think this sounded weird, but I would not judge this person. I was just happy that I was now getting friends. I even began to see Niki smile more.

I did not forgive Mom as Dad suggested. I did not know how I could forgive her if deep down I was still mad at her. Mom was sentenced to a big fine for her involvement with the institute. In a way, this was a relief for me. I did not want Mom to be sent to prison. At the same time, the fine was a conclusion to the institute and meant that I could move on in my life.

The big shock was that the school changed its policy. Students could now dress in the gender that they felt. A boy could wear the girl's uniform, and a girl could wear the boy's uniform. Dressing as a cat was not allowed, though. This was a shock that the most conservative school was now being so understanding. I do not know if it was because of my press conference and the debate it caused in society. It could have been pressure from my family or other parents. In any case, the policy was changed, and this was good.

Niki was once again wearing the girl's uniform. He came up to me one day and hugged me, saying he wanted to be my friend. We spent a lot of time apologising to each other and telling us we should talk things out in the future. Our reunion ended in tears as we realised how much we missed each other and needed each other.

So here is my story. I did not start at a new school. I stayed at this school. I did not wear the girl's uniform but often dressed girly when I was at home. Niki and I were best friends again. I would someday forgive my mother. I even started a support group for children who did not feel like the gender they were assigned at birth. Groups were started all over the country, and Niki and I often visited them. I know now that I am gender fluid; I wear what I feel happy in, and I do things that I am happy with. Maybe one day this will make me a strange king, but I will have Emma, Julia, and Niki by my side.

If you don’t feel like the gender you were given when you were born, I want you to know that it’s okay. It’s normal to feel confused or unsure sometimes, and you’re not alone. I feel the same way too!

The most important thing is to be yourself. You don’t have to fit into what other people say a boy or girl should be like. You can like what you like, dress how you want, and do what makes you happy. It’s your life, and you get to decide who you are.

If you feel scared or don’t know who to talk to, find someone you trust—like a parent, a teacher, or a friend—and tell them how you feel. It’s important to share your feelings because you deserve to be heard.

Remember, there’s nothing wrong with you. You are special just the way you are, and the world needs people like you who aren’t afraid to be different. Stay strong, and don’t let anyone make you feel like you don’t belong. You do, and you are amazing!

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