Just Like Jenny - Part one

Just Like Jenny - Part One
Nicholas' Mum cannot deal with him anymore, and sends him to Granny that knows what to do with boys

My name is Nicholas. I am 11 years old. I know that I look like I am 9. Yes, I am a boy. I suppose, I should start at the start and explain what happened during the summer holidays?

I closed my suitcase. Was I happy or sad? It has not been an easy few weeks. My Mum was a pain and argued all the time. First there was a party when I asked an 8 year old girl to flash, and mum found out about that. Then I tried smoking and that got Mums fuses blowing. The first day of summer holidays, my mum said that I was going to stay with her cousin for the summer. I didn’t even know she had a cousin. I never met the woman. To be honest, I didn’t know what I thought about it. I thought that Mum just wanted to get rid of me for the summer with some strange woman. On the other hand, I was not going to complain, as it was a summer away from mum, and this old woman lived close to where my best friend William lived.  

I came to her house. It was an old fashioned house, with a white fence and all. When I saw the old woman, I smiled. She was an old woman, and looked pretty much like a grandmother. She smiled at me and welcomed me. She introduced herself as Miss Beth but I could just call her granny. I just flopped myself on the sofa and looked around. It had lots of old furniture and frilly curtains. It was clear that she was not married, as the house was full of pink and white colours. She spoke with Mum for a few minutes. Mum looked worried.

“I am having second thoughts about this.”

“Don’t worry dear. You have already paid, and I have a huge success rate. I personally have used my life to saving this town from people growing up the wrong way. I know what you always wanted, and believe me in a month, you will have that.”

Adults could be so weird. I didn’t have a clue what they were talking about. I really didn’t care. Mum was crying as she gave me a hug before she said goodbye. I didn’t even shed a tear. This woman has been a pain in the last few months, and now she was leaving me with a woman that I did not know, just so she could have some fun during the summer. I decided that I would have some fun as well. I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV while Mum left.

It didn’t last long, as “Granny” came in and turned off the TV. “Well, it’s only me and you. You are here for the next few weeks. I have no rules except to respect me. That means do what I say and do not try to make me sad or mad. I am an old woman. I do not need any more gray hair.” I smiled as she did that, but a bit annoyed that she turned the TV off. I would behave while I was in her house. However I planned to spend a lot of time with William. Granny said that she would show me the house. I already noticed the colours. I also noticed a playpen in the sitting room, and a highchair (that was very big) in the kitchen. Otherwise the house was very normal. There was one room that confused me. It was a baby’s room. However the crib was very big. It was obviously a baby girl’s room. She told me it was for children that she took care of that wanted to sleep there. She asked me if I wanted to sleep there with a smile on her face. I didn’t even dignify that with an answer. Then she showed me where I would be sleeping. I think my eyes must have been very wide. It was the most girlish room I ever seen. There was a princess bed with fairies hanging down from the ceiling. The curtains were lacy and white while the walls were pink. The carpet was white and fluffy. There were pictures of princesses on one wall, and on the other wall there were posters of Justin Bieber and One Direction. I knew that this was going to give me nightmares. Maybe I should have picked the other room. Granny must have noticed my reaction and said that she mainly babysat girls. She asked if I thought it was pretty. I didn’t dignify that with an answer either.

It was time for dinner. She joked there and asked if I wanted a normal chair or the highchair. I just sat on a normal chair. This woman was weirder than my own mother! She even asked me did I need help cutting the meat. I didn’t answer. I just started texting William on the cell phone. Granny yanked the cellphone out of my hand.

“Listen Nicola, I do not allow cellphones at the table. This is where we eat and can speak with each other. I know. I am old fashioned.”

“My name is Nicholas. But everyone calls me Nico”

“Nicola sounds much better. Anyhow when we eat, you will give me your cell phone. Now tell me Nicola, I hear that you and your mum have been having arguments lately”

“Nicola is a girl’s name! Yes. She is just being impossible. She wants to treat me like I am 3 years old!”

“Did you ever consider that it would be nice being 3 years old again?”

“Why would I do that? It would mean baby things. I am 11 and I can’t wait to be a teenager. I want to go to parties and have fun”

“Yes, and smoke, and drink, and make some girl pregnant, maybe even steal or hurt someone. Mind you, you cannot make an 8 year old pregnant”

“She was my friend’s sister, and she was stupid enough to show me what she had below her dress.”

“Maybe you should respect women and girls more. You know what they say; it is always good to try being in other peoples shoes. Anyhow Nicola, We are having a guest tonight. So go up to your room and put your pj on and then you will be ready. Before you go, I need you to take this pill. It is like a vitamin pill. It will help your mind and body to change the way it’s supposed to”

Wow this woman was totally gak. She wanted me to get ready for bed already, just because some guest was coming. I could argue with her, but I was not going anywhere, so I figured I might as well do it. I walked up to the princess room and then started to panic. I forgot my suitcase! I went back and told Granny that she had to call my mum and tell her to come with my clothes. Granny explained that Mum was probably on a plane to some beach. She told me that there I would just have to use the clothes in the room. She apologized that most were girl clothes, but some were unisex. No one would notice. I do not know why I didn’t just run home. But after the dinner (and the pills), my head felt groggy. In fact my whole body felt numb. At the same time, I felt like I was in a great humour. It was like I was flying. I went back to the room and looked through the clothes. They were all my size, but most where dresses, petticoats, skirts and t-shirts that looked like they belonged to a 5 year old girl. At last I found a white PJ that was half ways like boys one, except it was silky and had some lace on it. I put this on, looking in the mirror. I was ashamed and wanted the ground to swallow me. At the same time, I felt dizzy and in a good mood.

I heard the doorbell ring, and heard this giggling girl come in. I was not going to show myself to a girl, that I could fancy. I tried hiding myself in the room, until Granny came up and told me to come down. I refused. Before I knew it, she sat on a chair in the corner and forced me over her lap. I thought I was stronger but she was obviously stronger. (I didn’t know at this stage that the pills worked extremely quickly). Granny started to spank me, telling me I was not respecting her or her guest. I tried explaining to her on how I looked, but she just continued spanking. After realizing that my ass was becoming raw, I promised I would go down.

I dried my face and walked into the sitting room. The girl was sitting on a rug. She looked a bit older than me, maybe 12. However you could not see that by looking at her. I am not just talking how flat she was. I was talking about her clothes. She was dressed in a nightdress, that was short enough, but it had a picture of some baby cartoon on it, with the words, “baby princess”. Her long hair was in pigtails. She was extremely pretty, but it was obvious that she was not mature like I was. I was about to sit on the sofa when Granny told me to sit on the baby rug with the girl. I could not believe my ears. She called it baby rug. I suddenly had distant memories of when I was a toddler, that I had the same type of rug. I could have fought granny on this, but my butt was already sore. I complied with her wishes. Besides that, I felt so dizzy and giddy, that I would have agreed to jump off a cliff.

The girl asked Granny if she could have a pink pill, which I gathered was the vitamin pill. Granny said no, and the girl nearly started begging for it. Who would have been begging for some pink pill? The girl seen how stern Granny became, a look that I will soon learn. The Girls name was Jenny. She talked nonstop. It was a bit boring what she talked about. She talked about dolls and some TV programs that I saw as a toddler. She did talk about how cute some boys were, but it’s not like I could tell her what I think. She even commented that she liked my pj, and admitted that she wore it once, but now likes nightdresses. She started talking about all the pretty dresses and petticoats she had. This girl was obviously no tomboy. In fact she was a bit babyish. I found this out when I had a glimpse of up her nightdress. (It’s not my fault. It was short and I am a boy!). I nearly fainted what I saw. Jenny was wearing a diaper! I think I said Oh My God or maybe something else. This made Jenny blush with tears coming out of her eyes. It also made Granny mad, saying I should not look up girls nightdresses. I didn’t get any explanation why a 12 year old girl was wearing diapers. Time must have flown by, but it was time for bed, at least for Jenny, although it was only 9 pm. I was allowed to stay up for a bit more. But as I looked through the TV, I noticed the only children’s channels were not locked. Everything else was locked. Including the sport channel. It didn’t help that I also forgot my iPod.  After all the weird things, I decided to go to bed. Granny wanted me to give her a hug on the cheek, but I just walked by her. On my way to the princess room, I saw that Jenny was in the baby’s room. As I peeked in, she was laying in the crib. I nearly fainted. However, she started crying. I couldn’t believe my eyes. A girl that would be a teenager next year was in a crib with a baby’s bottle. Now she was crying in shame, while Granny consoled her putting a pacifier in her mouth. My mind was already very groggy. I needed to sleep in a bed. As I laid in bed, I knew that I was not going to tease her. After all, I had girls PJ on, although some would call it unisex. At the same time, I was sleeping in a girl’s bed. I was no sissy though. This was only for a month.

I must have slept for a long time the next day, because Jenny came in wearing a summer dress. She pinched my nose and that woke me up. She was all giddily and happy and said that she would love to play with me all day. I had a headache. I was usually not a morning person, but I did manage to ask her why she was wearing childish clothes. She blushed a bit and explained that she has accepted that this was the way she was. She was not that smart and was often confused in her head. She acted like a child because it was easy. She even lifted her dress to show she was wearing a diaper. It looked bulky and I don’t know why, but very girlish. She noticed that I was not well. I felt like a ton of bricks fell on me. Jenny smiled and said I should ask for a pill. It would make me feel better. I pulled back the bed sheets and noticed that they were wet. I cursed as high as I could. I could not believe it. I never wet the bed since I was 9. Mum threatened to put me in diapers then, and she even bought them. But luckily I stopped.

Jenny went home. I was quite during breakfast. I asked Granny if I could get a pill. Granny smiled as she gave me the pill. I was still quiet. Granny already knew I wet the bed, and said I must have been very tired. I shrugged my shoulders and thought that was a good explanation.

“Maybe you should wear diapers, Nicola” Granny mentioned

“No way! And my name is not Nicola. I only wet the bed once”

“Yes, but that is enough. You know some children do not want to grow up. They like being babies.”

“Is that why Jenny wears diapers and looks like a small girl?”

“Yes, she feels far more secure that way. She does not want to grow up”

“That is totally weird.”

“Maybe, but you like her, don’t you?”

“Yes, she is nice. Weird but nice”

“But she is lucky. She does not have to grow up or worry about growing up. She is her mother’s little girl and is a well behaved baby. I think you would also like to be your mother’s boy again. Or maybe her girl. Imagine how easy your life will be if you were allowed to be what you deep down want to be.”

“I am 11. I do not want to be a baby. I do not need diapers like Jenny. I am a boy and not a sissy. Wow, you say the strangest things.”

“Listen Nicola, I have a degree in child psychology, and I can tell you that boys think they want to grow up, but it is not good for them. You know in the olden days, boys wore dresses and were treated like babies. They ended up as gentlemen. They call it petticoat treatment. Some boys are still treated like that when they get unruly and it works. Boys tend not to be in contact with their feminine side today. I don’t think that you understand that boys like you should be treated like babies and even girls, especially after all the trouble you have been getting in lately”

“Listen, I know you may be smart. I am happy being a boy and can’t wait until I am a teenager. No way will I be treated like those sissies you have been talking about, and no way will I be a baby!”

“Then why did you wet the bed. Doesn’t matter. I have put a rubber sheet on your bed, just in case you continue to wet your bed, and if it continues, then we will have to find an alternative. I think that you should get changed. Your clothes are in the washer, so you have to pick the clothes from the wardrobe and dressers. There must be something there that looks like boys clothes.”

I wanted to leave as quickly as possible. This granny was one strange woman. I started by taking a bath. She had loads of things for the bath. I put bubbles in and then seen a strange bottle with small stones. I dropped some of them in. It smelt like a flower shop. However, my head was a bit light and groggy, so I was not grumpy about it. I think that these tablets helped. I was in a great mood, although it seems like I couldn’t think straight. After my bath, I went into my room, and tried looking through the clothes left behind. There were no boy clothes, so I had to try to find some clothes that would look like a boy could wear them. It was not easy finding briefs. There were only panties and diapers. The panties were everything from lacey to pink, and had princess cartoons on them. I found a white pair with Snow White on them. It had a red ribbon at the top. I suppose it didn’t matter, as I would have trousers over them. I found overall shorts that looked normal. The only thing is that the buckles on the straps were little flowers. Then I found a top that was white. It had the words “Boys” on it. I laughed and said that it looked gay, but it would be under the overall shorts. I looked in the mirror, and thought I looked like a sissy. Usually I would get all grumpy and mad, but I just giggled at what I seen in the mirror. These vitamin pills made me feel very giggly and my mind was as numb as could be. Imagine if my best friend William has seen this.

And that he did. I forgot that he was visiting me that day. I was still in a giggly mood and this confused him. He asked if I have stolen some of Grannies wine. I said no. Then he carefully said that with the long hair and my face, and the clothes, I looked more than a girl than a sissy. He stood back thinking that I would hit him, but I just laughed, asking if he fancied me. I explained that I forgot my suitcase so I had to wear these unisex clothes. It was only for a few weeks. William just shrugged it off, thanking God it was not him. Then he sat on the bed, and noticed the rubber sheet. I went red in the face as he was about to ask why there was a rubber sheet on my bed. I explained it was already there. As groggy as I was, I was not going to admit I wet the bed.  Williams only comment was that I was now living in some crazy house. After all that, he took a pack of cigarettes out and we shared a smoke. For a few minutes, I felt like a normal boy. However Granny must have smelled the smoke, and barged in the room. She was very mad and kicked William out, which was embarrassing. I was afraid that she would spank or whip me; however she just picked me up as I was a little a 4 year old. I tried shouting that I can walk myself and started kicking all I could. The woman is definitely one strong woman, and carried me to the play pen. That’s right, a play pen which a toddler is placed to prevent self-harm when his parents is away. In other words it’s a jail for toddlers. This one was a bit bigger than the other ones I have seen. I sat there just looking at a doll that was there. I considered crawling over, but I could see that Granny was mad. I bet that she had a cane. I decided to stay there until she calmed down. After a while, I started holding the doll and even speaking with her.

I was there until dinner. Not a word was said when we ate. Granny tried to cheer me up by saying I was pretty. I was about to get mad saying this is something you say to a girl. Then she gave me a pill and told me to go up and get changed. She said my pj was being washed and she put something on my bed. She warned me to go to the toilet before I went to bed. I was about to protest. It was too early to sleep. However I kept quiet thinking that the alternative was being put in the baby jail again. I went up to the room and found the night clothes she wanted me to wear. It was a night dress. That’s right! A long pink nightdress with Barbie in the front. Granny was at the door. I protested but she said that no one will see. I should have slept naked. I put the nightdress on and hid under the covers. I looked at the pictures of the boys and men, while my eyes closed and I was quickly asleep. I forgot to use the toilet.

The next day, I woke up again wet. Now I was grumpy and mad. I couldn’t believe it that I wet the bed once again. I couldn’t believe I was wearing a nightdress. I didn’t feel that well. I thought it was my brain telling me I was rebelling to sleeping in a girl’s room and wearing unisex clothes. I really wanted a t-shirt and normal jeans again. No wonder why I felt like the roof fell on me. I asked Granny for a tablet, which made me feel better again. This went on for a few days. I wet the bed, woke up feeling horrible, and after I got a tablet I felt better. It was like I was giggly all the time and didn’t care about things. I continued wearing the unisex clothes, and didn’t notice that they were becoming more girlish. They were brighter, even pink. There were even flowers and bears and other things on them.

About a week later, I woke up in a wet bed, feeling like hell and noticed that Granny found some clothes for the day. The shorts were very short and had a pink belt. There was a pinafore top with a picture of Britney Spears on it. It was then I realized how sissy they looked. I have gone from a tough boy to a sissy in one week. It was then I realized that it was because I didn’t really think about it. I concluded that it must be the pills fault, because they made me groggy, giddy and I didn’t really think straight. I decided to wear these stupid clothes this day, and then I would refuse to wear them. I would even go around naked if I had to. I made up my mind. I was not going to be a sissy.

However that day, Granny was all dressed up. She said that we were going shopping with Jenny. I couldn’t believe it. We were going to a shopping mall with these sissy clothes on. We were going to pick Jenny up. That was OK, but others would see me in these clothes. It was bad enough that my body felt like it was going to fall apart, but what would people think if they saw me this way? I protested and staring saying I would not go. Granny slapped me on the hand,

“You agreed to this yesterday! You are going to keep your promise. You have been cooped up all day, now it’s time that you get out a small bit. There is a lot we have to do”

“But look at these clothes. They are totally girl clothes.”

“That doesn’t matter. Maybe you are not as much as a boy as you think you are. You definitely do not act like an 11 year old. You have peed the bed every night! I am getting tired of washing.  If you do not come, then you can stay in the playpen for the rest of your month! Do you want your pill?”

I was defeated. It was at this stage that I missed my mum. I decided not to speak with Granny all day as a protest. I did tell her I wanted my hair cut, as the hair was down to my shoulders. She said it was pretty but agreed that we could go to the hairdressers. I told her that I did not want any pill and this would be the last day I would wear these clothes. We should drive around to my house and break a window so I could get my suitcase. Granny just smiled and said “They all say that”. I didn’t have a clue what she meant about that.

We drove by Jenny’s house. She was wearing a red summer dress. She was all cheerful like she always was, and even gave granny a hug. How sweet. She gave granny a diaper bag. When she sat in the car, she sat in a baby’s seat and even started drinking from a baby’s bottle. This shocked me. However nothing could surprise me since I started living with granny. She could hear me moan and groan as my body and mind was in pain. She suggested I ask for a pill. I said no. She just shrugged her shoulders and gave me a pacifier. I was about to throw it back, but figured that maybe using it will keep my mind on something else. Grannies cell phone rang and she was speaking with someone. I just heard a few words, because some childish music was on the radio. “Fine, he has taken them every day… No more growth in the body and the organs and muscles has become weaker… his mind will also be weaker and have the same thoughts of a toddler… He will be more calm, and easier to influence, he already is… No, he didn’t get one... but that is normal... soon we can make some strides... He is one of the hardest I had, but he will be ready.” I thought at first she was talking about me, but then figured that why would she do that?

We came to the mall, and I stepped out. There were tons of people there. Jenny sat in a push chair. Now I saw everything. I asked her what she will do when she grew; she just responded that she no longer grew. I could hardly stand up now. I needed the pill. I begged Granny for a pill. That’s right I begged, because at first she was unsure if I deserved one. I begged, saying I was at a mall with girl clothes on and I have been good and done what she told me to. At last she gave me the little pink pill. I spit out the pacifier again and tried to give it back to Jenny, but she said that I could just keep it.

It was strange, that after a few minutes, my body was back to normal. I was smiling again and giggly. I know that my mind was once again numb, but it was like freedom not being able to think so much, especially what was cool and not. We walked around the mall, and I am sure that everyone was looking at us. Here I was a boy that was in girls clothes and Jenny was in a push chair. I noticed that some people said what pretty girls. After a few times, I realized they were saying girls, and this meant me and Jenny. They thought that Jenny was handicapped and I was really a girl. I decided it was smart not to argue with them.

Our first trip was at the hairdresser. At this time, I was in a great mood and giggling and enjoying everyone thinking I was a girl. This was despite that the hair dresser kept calling me a pretty princess. I just smiled and sat there thinking that I would get some short hair. I was happy that she cut my hair in the front, but it ended that it was just a like a page cut that small girls have. She did not cut my hair a lot. However she put them in pigtails and put little ribbons on them. I nearly got a heart attack when I looked in the mirror. Maybe it was because I was so giggly; I just laughed thinking that I looked like a little girl. The next step was a jewelry shop. I didn’t even speculate what we were doing in there. The Granny told me to sit in a chair. I did smiling. Especially when the saleswoman kept on telling me what a tomboy I was. I laughed at this until I felt a pain in my ear. The woman pierced my ear, and before I knew it, the other ear was pierced! Then she told me to look in the mirror and see I was no longer a tomboy. I looked in the mirror and could see two small silver butterflies in my ears. It was bad enough that I already have a girl face, but after my hair was in pigtails and my ears were pierced, I didn’t even look like a sissy. I looked like a girl!

I ran out of the shop. I wanted to be alone. Maybe the pills were wearing off, but I no longer thought that this was funny. I sat down on a bench while people were walking past me. I bet they all thought I was a girl. I wanted to cry, and I could feel some tears coming down my face. I was trying my best not to cry, because that is exactly what a girl would do. However, when I looked down at the clothes I was wearing and felt the pigtails in my head, and felt the slight pain in my ears, I had to cry. Now I was a total girl, tears and all! Then I felt an arm around me. I looked up and seen it was William. I was totally in shock then realized that he how I looked.

“William, what are you doing here?”

“We agreed by text message last night that we would meet here. Why are you crying, are you not afraid someone will see you?”

“Oh, I forget things. I think it’s because some pills I am taking”

“Are you a Junkie? By the way, are you going to some dress up party? You look like a girl in those clothes. You have pigtails as well. Oh My goodness, you have your ears pierced with sissy butterflies.”

William stopped hugging me as I told him there was a good explanation. However I had none. He just asked me if I was a sissy or gay, when Granny and Jenny came and joked that it was good that I was with my boyfriend. William was definitely not my boyfriend. He was my best friend! Just as I was thinking this while looking at Williams confused face, I felt myself getting wet. I looked down and could see that I was pissing in my pants. Things could not get any worse except granny said as loud as she could that I have pissed myself, so we should find a girls toilet to get changed in. This was too much for William. He said he had to meet his mother and disappeared. After that we went into a girl’s room. This woman looked at me, and said that her daughter had the same problem when she was my age, and her daughter was 9 now. How old did she think I was? Granny started taking my shorts and panties off. Jenny announced that my thing was very small. Granny agreed and said that it will not grow anymore. I was about to ask what she meant when I saw that she started putting a pull-up on me. It was pink and white, and it was thick. I started to scream and cry, but Granny slapped my hand and said do not argue in the middle of the mall. She said this as she put some pink shorts on me. I argued all the way out of the mall, even when I saw people looking at the big diaper bulge and even William passed us and saw me wearing pink bulky shorts. He walked on.

To be continued

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