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Angel: A Life Ever Changing #28 - Baby Doll
Posted by: Angel on Saturday, October 19, 2002 - 12:06 AM Printer Friendly
"Be Bop A Lula, she's my baby,
Be Bop A Lula ...don't mean maybe,
Be Bop A Lula, she's my baby doll..." - Gene Vincent
A Life Ever Changing #28
Baby Doll

by Angel

I was waking up more now and felt something funny in my shorts. I also felt something funny on my chest! (WHAT?!!!) OH NO!...

My mommy was crying and having just realized what the doctor had said I started crying as well. My mommy just hugged me tighter and tighter as our tears mingled on each other's cheeks.

Dorothy came in with a big bag for us and she saw us crying and said, "Listen you two, this is no time for tears! Now the time for tears is when you get bad news like a fatal illness like we had to tell someone earlier today! Not this, this is not bad news unless you let it be. Make it right and have some fun! Angel, I know this is something you did not want to hear, but listen to me young lady, to me you were always special and you are even more special today! Did you know Wendy was telling me about a sweet young girl she met in the waiting-room, she told me what you said and it made her feel nice and she told me what she said to you. I wasn't surprised Angel. You are just too sensitive and too gentle to be a boy. You care too much and boys, well, they only really care about themselves and being number one."

Doctor Purnell spoke up, "Dorothy, that will be all thank you.

"Julia, you know what to do and it is up to you to make this easy for Angel and yourself. I know how you feel and how you have felt about things in the past. This is what is right and you know it.

"Angel, this is not a big step for you and you know that as well. The surprising part about you is that you have led this double life with grace and poise so uncommon in even adults. I think once you really begin you will have fun and your friends will grow in numbers. If I have heard correctly you are about to be very popular and very successful as the girl you really are. So I send you home to recuperate for two days and then you can go back to what you were doing. One thing I ask is you save a set of tickets to your first recital for me!"

She chuckled then came over to us and picked me up. She gave me a big smile, a hug and a kiss on the lips! She walked with me in her arms to her desk and set me on it. She opened a drawer and took out a little package. She said, "This is my favorite scent in the whole world. It comes from Paris and you use an atomizer with it. You can pick one up at this store", and she handed me an envelope with my name on it "Angel O'Hare" and it was from a very fancy store in the city. I know because my mommy and auntie talked about it and how expensive everything was there.

She continued, "You are a very special girl, Angel, and the people in this store want to see you and I think you will have a lot of fun when you get there. You have an appointment three days from now at nine a.m. sharp! Don't worry, they will be picking you and your mommy up and taking you home again. Your auntie can go, too, if she wants."

She chuckled again probably knowing Harriet wouldn't miss any of this for the world! She picked me up and handed me over to my mommy as she was standing now, too.

I said, "Thank so very much doctor. I will try to be the bestest girl for mommy and everybody." She smiled and my mommy hugged and kissed me. We left then and my mommy still had tears in her eyes so I asked, "Why are you still crying mommy?"

She said, "Angel, you have made me the happiest mommy in the whole wide world! What you said to the doctor has made me realize how very special you really are."

I said, "Oh mommy I'm not that special, I'm just me."

She laughed and smiled and said, "Angel that you are!"

My mommy stopped at the desk to borrow the phone and called Harriet's. She was home so my mommy told her we wouldn't be going to our little restaurant, that I was too groggy. My mommy said she would be at Harriet's in a few minutes and had to explain a few things to her. Then we left. It was I sat in the car I really started becoming more aware of things.

I felt funny in my chest so I felt it and noticed I had something on it so I lifted up my shirt and there were two bandages on my boobies! I looked at my mommy and asked, "Why do I have these bandages, mommy?"

She answered, "Honey, the doctor gave you a shot in each one and Dorothy and I spread this cream on you. Those are to prevent the cream from coming off on your shirt. When we get home we will change you into a nice comfortable bra, ok?"

I said ok, knowing that I was to be a girl full time now and that was part of it. Then I felt my pants and asked, "Mommy what am I wearing down here?"

She answered, "Honey, you need cream spread there for today and tomorrow. We have to put it on three more times today and four times tomorrow and then you don't need it there anymore. Until then you have to wear something that keeps it there and you can't use a toilet because you will smear it all over the seat. Only you can have this on you because it will make others sick if they get it on them, so I'm afraid it's diapers for you for two days."

I said, "Oh no, mommy, I don't want to have to wear diapers!"

She answered, "Honey, it's just for two days and you will be staying with auntie. I just have to run home and set Jerry up with a babysitter for two more days and I will be right back ok?"

I resigned myself to the fact and said, "Ok, mommy." She smiled and we arrived back at auntie's house.

My mommy brought the bag, a big bag of supplies in the house after telling me to wait in the car. She was gone for about ten minutes and auntie came back out with her. Auntie picked me up and mommy kissed me and said she would be back and then she got in the car and drove away.

Auntie carried me in the house and laid me on the kitchen table. I saw the bag had been partially emptied and there lay the darn diapers and a pair of pink plastic panties with teddy bears printed on them. There was a tube of cream and a jar with the lid off that had a white thick cream in it. I saw one of my new bras and a different teddy bear nightgown, this one was pink not white. My auntie undressed me right there on the kitchen table and said, "Angel, we will just get you ready and then we can spend some time just relaxing and talking ok?"

I said, "Ok, auntie, I have a few questions now."

She said, "I bet you do, Honey, and I will answer as many of them I can and don't worry, sweetheart, I will be as truthful as I can, ok?"

I said ok and soon I was down to just the chest bandages and my diapers. I noticed I only had two diapers on and a pair of clear plastic panties. That's why my shorts still fit me.

Auntie slipped a rubber sheet with pictures of funny ducks on it under my fanny and then she took off the plastic panties and my diapers. She also peeled off the chest bandages. She washed her hands saying, "Damn, I forgot the gloves!" She dried her hands real good added some powder to them and put on a pair of rubber gloves.

She then washed my chest gently but real good using some stuff out of another jar. Then she dried my chest and smeared this creamy stuff all over them rubbing it in gently and very softly. She put some round cloth pads on them and had me sit up. Then she put my new bra on me and had me lie back down. That cream really tingled and her applying that cream made my nipples get hard and pointy, they were sore at first, but then they got numb and just tingled.

Auntie had me stand up and cleaned me real good using warm water and that stuff out of the jar. She dried me by patting me and had me lie dawn on the pad again. She put together FOUR big diapers and THREE smaller ones she folded and put right in the middle of the big ones. She had me raise my fanny as she slid these diapers under me.

Then she scooped out a big gob of the cream from another jar and smoothed all over my private and scrotum. My little private tingled and shrunk almost going completely inside of me. Only a very little peeked out! My scrotum tingled a lot as well and shrunk tight against me. It looked like I didn't have anything at all down there! Just a teeny part of my penis and my scrotum was just a puffy lump with two sides to it! Like it was parted in the middle! IT TINGLED A LOT!

Auntie then sprinkled powder all over my fanny and front. Then she drew up the diapers really tight and pinned them. Next she slipped the plastic panties on me and had me stand up. She pulled them up and over the diapers tucking the edges of the diapers inside the plastic panties. Next came my nightgown. Wow! I really tingled on my chest and down there!

She took off her gloves and washed her hands real good again. She lifted me up giving me a hug and a big kiss and told me she loved me very much. I smiled and told her I loved her to and said, "Auntie, thank you for taking care of me."

She hugged me some more and sat me down on the chair and said, "Guess what I have for you Angel?" I asked her what? And she said, "Strawberry Supreme!" OH WOW! MY FAVORITE of FAVORITES!

I sat in the kitchen eating my favorite dessert in the whole world, watching Auntie pick up and clean up. It felt funny sitting on those big puffy diapers! After just a few mouthfuls I started feeling really woozy. I said, "Auntie, I am getting real dizzy and my tummy doesn't feel so good."

Auntie quickly scooped me up in her arms and carried me upstairs and put me to bed. It was way early to go to bed but I felt real bad and auntie gave me some yucky thick stuff to drink. She told me it would make my tummy feel better so I drank it. YUCK! Just a few minutes later my tummy felt a lot better and soon I was asleep. The last thing I saw and felt was auntie stroking my head smiling.

I was in a dreamless sleep when I felt myself being lifted up and carried. I slowly woke to see my mommy holding me and bringing me downstairs. She laid me down on the kitchen table and said, "It's ok sweatheart, mommy just needs to put fresh creams on you."

I said, "Mommy I have to go pee-pee."

She answered, "Well, honey, than you just go ahead and pee alright?" I

remembered then that I had to use the diapers to pee! Oh brother! GEEZ! I really don't know why but I just couldn't go. My mommy went to the sink and ran the water. It didn't take long after I heard that! Boy did I pee! When I lay back and relaxed she just smiled and I heard other voices coming from the living room. I wondered who else was here.

My mommy had me sit up as she pulled my nightgown off, then she removed my bra. She then put on a pair of rubber gloves and removed the bandages. She started cleaning off my chest and I noticed something different! They were a lot puffier! My nipples looked swollen, bigger and red! Just then I saw who I only heard seconds ago! The ladies came into the kitchen! Oh Brother! GEEZ!

There was Auntie of course, Lorrie, Helen, Sylvia, Greta and Cindy! GEEZ! They all came in to see me! They each came up and gave me a kiss on my super red cheek! I was really embarrassed and said, "Um, My mommy is going to be changing me." Each of the women in turn said, "It's ok, Angel, we have changed many a diaper and we want to let you know we are all in this with you. Don't be embarrassed, Honey."

Sylvia said, "Honey, sweatheart, you are going to be modeling for me and we have already seen everything you have, dear, so why are you so embarrassed?"

I said, "It just feels funny having people here seeing me get my diapers changed and stuff."

Mrs. Russell said, "Angel, we are here to support you and be with you dear." With that each touched me in some way. Auntie held one of my hands and Greta held my other one. Helen kissed my cheek again and stroked my head. Mrs. Russell decided to help my mommy and folded the diapers getting them ready. Lorrie held the bandages for my mommy in one hand and a new bra for me in the other. I guess everybody wanted to help. Instead of being more embarrassed I started to relax. These ladies really cared about me!

My mommy started to gently and very softly, rub more of the medicine on my chest and nipples. Oh, they really tingled and puckered up then! I actually felt them tighten and the tingling got even more intense! I even felt it in my hidden penis! The tingles shot right through me! Oh my! My mommy said, "Marjorie said she was very concerned about the thickness of the fluid behind Angel's nipples, it was causing pressure and pain in the area when they were just squeezed lightly. This cream is working well and doing what it is supposed to do."

All the ladies looked but didn't touch thank goodness! Auntie said, "Oh yes ,they look like the fluid is thinning and they have a more uniform fullness now." Oh brother!

My mommy took a pad from Lorrie and placed it gently on one breast and then put the other pad on. Lorrie put my bra on me and hooked it in the back and I felt two sets of hands lower me back down.

It was diaper-changing time and I had just wet a lot! It was funny but these ladies made me feel better now, I was no longer embarrassed in any way. I just lay there as mommy lifted my feet by my ankles as auntie pulled my plastic panties down. I noticed she was wearing a pair of rubber gloves too. My mommy let me back down and auntie removed the plastic panties sliding them down and off my legs and over my feet. My diapers were real wet! My mommy unpinned them and pulled them away and down.

I sat up a little to see what had changed down there and boy did it change! Wow! I couldn't even see the tip of my penis anymore! There was a small hole with just the tiniest piece of my penis peeking out. My scrotum was really puffy and it looked like two halves tight together and it was red! Real red and sensitive!

I remembered how weird it felt to pee. I felt it all flowing everywhere and it was hot. Now, down there was feeling cold being exposed to the air. My mommy pulled the diapers out and just slipped one under me. She then very gently and softly washed me up real good.

I felt it very strongly! The tingling returned real intense and came in waves. With each touch sent another wave from down there to my nipples, then inside me and down again! Oh MY! I can't take this! I tried to squirm and I felt hands holding me down. I bucked and tried to move my hips and auntie held me down by my hips! Oh MY! OH MY! My mommy said, "It's ok, darling, we know how sensitive it must feel, you just try and relax ok, and let mommy clean you off and then the new cream will numb you up again and you will feel much better."

I tried to relax, but the sensations were now coursing through my whole body like a pulse beat going from mild to pounding! OH MY! When my mommy took a cotton tipped applicator and moved it around inside that little hole where my penis was hidden I practically jumped off the table! I was glad all the ladies were holding me down! This time the waves all came together and I almost fainted!

Finally she was applying the new cream! Oh, tingle and numbness! I don't think I could take that again, but I knew I had more changes and cleanings ahead. OH MY! My mommy said, "No more powder, that was very hard to clean out and I don't think Angel can take such a lengthy cleaning again."

Auntie said, "I am so sorry Angel, I forgot about not putting powder on you. I won't do it again." I couldn't talk yet! I felt the new diapers being pulled and pinned tightly against me. Oh, thank goodness! Next came a pair of yellow plastic panties with ponies wearing ribbons on them. Helen had a yellow nightgown that was very light and you could see right through it. It came with a pretty robe, which tied with a ribbon just below my neck. Mrs. Russell picked me up in her arms and let me rest my head on her shoulder.

* * * * *

PRESENT TIME>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"So it was you Doctor Purnell who actually were the first to force a change in me physically. I know you realize what you had done, because you are here now helping me once more. What I do not realize is why the strong intervention? Why I was so utterly changed at such a young age? I adapted then willingly after I realized I had no real choice. My desire as a child was to make people happy and not make them mad or sad by anything I had done or failed to do. My decisions then as they are today are mostly based on what I can do for others. Does this make me female? Does this attitude make me unable to survive as a male in this world? Everything does change eventually, will the world change enough to accept me as I am?"

Doctor Purnell looked at me and smiled saying, "Rachel, all those questions can and will be answered by you when you realize a few more things. Why don't you continue your story and see for yourself?"

I looked at Grace and she just nodded urging me to go on and so I did.

* * * * *

Update!!!!!!!

While all this was going on upstairs, the happenings downstairs were getting very interesting as well. Barb was becoming very impatient and it was all that the others could do to keep her calm and quieted. So, they began telling her the stories they knew, some I had not remembered yet, still buried deep within me. That is why I was here now. To face my memories and get them all out in the open and keep nothing hidden. The reason? Oh yes, read on dear readers and you will find out!

* * * * *

It was then that Mrs. Russell began to sing to me and it was wonderful! She had a beautiful voice! She continued to hold me and sing to me while walking around the first floor. First in one room and then another, she sang and walked telling me stories with song. First about a caterpillar that was always doing nice things for others but was being called names and picked on by everyone else until one day he was gone only to return later as a beautiful butterfly. It was a nice story and the song was both one of sorrow and gladness. She continued and sang a song about a little boy who was just like the caterpillar. He too, did a lot of nice things for people and his family. He also was picked on and hurt by others until he to disappeared one day. Only to return later as a beautiful little girl who could fill everyone with joy by just singing and being herself. The stories were sung, heard and finally understood by me. I sat up in her arms and gave her a big hug and a kiss! I understood! I just hoped it were really true.

I was feeling better now even though it was late. I was hungry and thirsty so I asked auntie if I could have a snack and something to drink. They all decided that we would go out to eat. It wasn't that late after all and we could go out to a nice restaurant and have a good meal and not worry about cooking and the cleanup afterwards. I looked at them and said, "But I still have to wear these diapers, I can't go out like this."

My mommy said, "Honey, you have something in your new wardrobe that you can wear that will hide the diapers and that nobody would know besides us. Why don't we take you upstairs and get you ready ok?"

I said, "Ok, but I won't go if my diapers show!"

They laughed and brought me upstairs and found the perfect outfit. It was a party dress that was cut real full in the skirt and you needed at least two petticoats for it. My mommy said we would only need one because the puffy diapers would act like the other one. They all chuckled, but I had to admit they were right. You couldn't see my diapers or even tell by just looking. I would have to be careful when sitting down and while outside I will have to make sure to hold the sides of the skirt so any wind wouldn't blow up my dress exposing my diapers. I was really worried about that!

I noticed my chest was sticking out further than it had been, well, further naturally; the padded bras and that one really padded bra made me stick out there more than this. I had extra padding the bandages on each breast added. It was not much, but enough to make you wonder why a young girl with small breasts would be wearing a party dress seemingly for someone younger. I looked more like twelve or thirteen definitely not ten!

I mentioned this to Lorrie and she came up with a solution. A different dress! I was changed once more in an older outfit. It was a little dressier than a young girl's party dress and with one crinoline it looked great and covered the diapers even better. This dress was longer and my breasts looked the part.

I was done up a little more than usual as well, with mascara and eye shadow just little light touches around my eyes. A light coating of lipstick, a few rings, earrings and my "Pretty-Girl" necklace. My hair was done by Harriet and needed just a little brushing and an all over coating of hairspray. A little dab of perfume and my purse, we were ready to go.

We started outside and Harriet's neighbor must have been watching out for us (or me). She came out and did a walk around saying how beautiful I was, even more beautiful than before. She saw I was wearing the necklace she gave me and lit up with a huge smile. She gave me a hug and a kiss and wished us all a good evening. She was very nice and she did give me some nice things without any hesitation either.

So I ran up to her and gave her a hug and a kiss back thanking her warmly for her gifts to me. I must have made her night, because she practically floated back into her house as happy as a woman can be. My mommy hugged and said, "Oh Angel, that was so nice of you. You have made her very happy." With that said this time we were really on our way!

They took two cars so we could fit comfortably, my mommy, Harriet, Cindy and I, in one car and Lorrie, Greta, Sylvia and Helen in the other. Sylvia drove her car, which was a very nice big, long, black one. We followed her to the restaurant and pulled into the parking lot nearby.

We all gathered together in the parking lot and they decided we should go as a group and be seated together. It was after the normal dinner rush and the usual dinner patrons had long since finished so we were almost assured a large table. We all walked in together and a nice old man wearing a funny looking black suit stood behind a little desk with long legs. He saw Greta and said, "Mrs. Greta Dill what a pleasure it is to see you again." Then he noticed the other ladies and said, "Well with this assembly it must be a very special occasion Mrs. Cindy Russell, Mrs. Lorrie Gilmore, Mrs. Helen Whitmore and Miss. Sylvia Greene."

Greta took over then and introduced us, "Mrs. Harriet Page and Mrs. Julia O'Hare and her daughter Miss Angel O'Hare. George, we are celebrating the selection of our new beautiful and very talented soloist, Miss Angel O'Hare."

He shook hands with everyone and then bent down to me and said, "Well, my beautiful little one, if Greta says you are very talented you must be something. It is an honor to have you here and if you need anything just ask for George." He took my hand raised to his lips and kissed it!

I said, "Thank you very much, sir, I am sure I will like it here."

He chuckled and whispered into Greta's ear and she gave him a funny look and then said, "All of our meals and anything we wish?"

He laughed and said, "Within reason, please Greta!"

They both laughed and Greta informed us what they had discussed. She said, "It seems George has a few very important patrons here this evening and he was wondering if Angel would grace his establishment with singing a song here for all the patrons."

I noticed that the place was almost full, but a few empty tables were scattered here and there. I also saw a few waiters putting two tables together that must be for us. I then heard music and saw a small orchestra off to one side on a little stage. There were six of them and they sounded like they were tuning up.

Greta continued, "George has offered to serve us anything we wish if Angel would sing just one song."

George chuckled again and said, "Please Greta, anything within reason."

They both laughed and everybody looked at me! GEEZ! I looked at my mommy and she just said, "It is up to you Honey, you decide." Oh Brother.

I saw the looks in all their faces and just knew I had to sing. I said yes to George and he clapped his hands hard twice. Two waiters and a waitress instantly surrounded us. They showed us to our seats and gave us each menus. Oh, I should mention they pronounced George as Jorge.

The menu was in a language I didn't understand so my mommy said she would pick something she knew I liked. I noticed a very nice piano was being moved next to the stage and Mrs. Russell stood up and held my hand and we walked over to the stage area. COOL! I knew Mrs. Russell played really well and sang well too! She whispered to me that the musicians here were very talented and we would sing "Here I Am." Oh GEEZ!

She spoke to the men in the orchestra and there was a lady too, she played a violin. George stood on the stage and made a coughing noise a couple of times with his hands raised high. Everybody there stopped talking and looked at him. He said, "We have a wonderful treat for all of you tonight, a surprise that you will remember for some time to come. Mr. and Mrs. Alan (Our mayor and his wife.) I know you will be especially delighted. May I introduce to you our one and only Mrs. Cindy Russell of our national champion choir as our pianist tonight and the protégé of Mrs. Greta Dill, the newest choir member and soloist, Miss Angel O'Hare! Who will sing for you "Here I Am."

OH GEEZ! He helped me up on the stage as applause sounded through the room. The little orchestra began and then so did Mrs. Russell. I smiled and took a few breaths and went within to find my voice and song. The next thing I remember is seeing people standing up and clapping hollering encore, encore! Mr. and Mrs. Allan I saw were at the table talking to Greta and the others.

My mommy was walking toward me so I smiled at everybody and said thank you and ran off the stage and into my mommy's arms. The orchestra was shaking hands with and talking to Mrs. Russell and George was also at our table. Everybody had big smiles and then the applause died down and one by one they came by our table and said a few words to the ladies and then thanked me for a beautiful performance. OH GEEZ! I was redder than ever! My mommy was so proud and happy though, it was worth it.

Mrs. Allan gave me a hug and a big kiss and said, "The name Angel fits you well, child. You glow when you sing and everybody feels your heart as they hear your beautiful voice. Oh, and I just love your eyes they sparkle so!" She gave me another kiss and hug before they went back to their table.

George was in Heaven. He came over and said, "I changed my mind, you can have anything you wish." He kissed both my hands then saying, "Child you are surely blessed, everyone was telling me how they had felt every note and their skin tingled as you sang. Your eyes captured everyone and your glow warmed the room. That last note you held for so long you have left me in awe, little one. You will never need a reservation in my establishment, but please call ahead, ok?" He chuckled, kissed both my hands again and left.

I looked at the ladies and they were all smiling at me and shaking their heads. Lorrie and Helen had tears in their eyes! GEEZ!

Well, we tried to eat, but people just kept coming over until George came back to run interference so we could eat in peace. Mrs. Russell said, "Julia, you have made the right decision and you should no longer question it." My mommy smiled real big and just nodded. What decision I wondered?

We ate and we joked and I got to drink some wine that tasted wonderful! They called it Don something. It was very good! The ladies were talking about leaving a very nice tip for the excellent service we had received from the waiters and waitress when all three came forward and said, "No tip is necessary we were tipped better than we have ever been earlier."

They each came over to me and the boys kissed my hand and the girl gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. GEEZ! We got up to leave and heard people calling my name so mommy told me to smile and wave. I did and said thank you as we left.

Everybody was very happy as we each got into the cars and left for Harriet's house. I felt tired and I had to pee again! Oh brother!...

Note: A continuing story series of teasing scenes, part reminisence, part fantasy
Episodes: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. 25. 26. 27. 28. 29.

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Re: A Life Ever Changing #28 - Baby Doll (Score: 0)
by Guest Reader on Oct 19, 2002 - 06:17 PM
If you ever decide to do a good rewrite on this story, two suggestions at this point.
First, from time to time throw some mud at Rich's halo. This person is so perfect, so giving, so selfless that canonization cannot be far behind. The odds are truly against running into someone like this in the real world, and a rather firm rule of thumb in fiction writing is not to do this to your main character. Give him a couple of personality flaws. He can be caring of his siblings, but like any kid is greedy as all get out when he starts to get presents. He could have temper tantrums, the sulks, back talk, anything when all these females rush him into femininity.

Second, this whole section on the story of Angel the singer trashes any sense of story logic that you have built up, so far. The best suggestion I could give you would be take this bit, and make it into a seperate short story with different characters. There are any number of reasons for this, but look at it this way.
The accepted course of treatment for undecsended testicles in a male over the age of five is removal with hrt afterwards since the chances of testicular cancer are too great and warrent the castration to save the child's life. The condition you seem to be describing here is Testicular Feminization Syndrome, not that uncommon but even if it isn't, logically Rich wouldn't need any surgery at the age of 16 so the first part of this story is all wrong,.

After six years I also find it hard to believe that Rich is able to supress this kind of memory so completely. In fact, he should be referring to this incident all the way along as his sixteen year old self is redoing the whole mtof change. He should know the difference between male and female clothes so that whole scene in the uniform shop is shot, and even if he did manage to supress the memory none of this would come as a surprise to his mother or aunt and they should have been reminding him of this from the get go.

You are trying to do way too much with this story. So far, the whole purpose of this story is to get Rich/Rachel into the role of female health care giver, and this bit is so far off in left field that it makes the whole story confusing.
Again, for those reasons and others I would seriously recommend you think of making this part a stand alone short

Andy



Hi Andy thanks for the comments but...(Score: 1)
by Angel (Angel@BigCloset.com) on Oct 20, 2002 - 08:05 AM
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As yet I am not a best seller writer. I try my best mixing real facts and events with made up ones. I have done much research and have been in the medical field for over 30 years. We are talking the 50's and 60's here not the 80's and 90's.

HRT was experimental back then at most and as for castration for undescended testicles back in the 50's and 60's? No way. Check your research material a little better next time ok?

I can see why you might be confused, you are trying to place this boy in present times when that is not possible and definately was not written that way.

You are also wrong about suppressed memories. REAL WRONG! Ask Jezzi, she actually talked to her pshchiatrist about this story and this boy.

Please, this is a combination story of factual accounts along with fictional events. There is not much I can change and I wont change about the factual events. As for the fictional events, well I am trying my best to integrate them as smoothly as I can.

I already had written most of this story before it started being posted here. Erin has been proofing and editing the best as she can before posting the chapters to her site here.

Remember this all took place from 1953 to so far 1969! NOT 1979 to 1999 as you seem to think.

Thank you for your comments and I will keep them in mind when I write my next story that will be pure fiction.
Angel


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Re: Hi Andy thanks for the comments but... (Score: 0)
by Guest Reader on Oct 20, 2002 - 08:40 AM
No problem, making suggestions, but the text books I used, and there are several good ones about intersexual conditions were also writen in the sixties. Logic dictates that if Rich is 16 in 1969 this part of the story is in 1963 11 years after the first sex change, HRT was much more than experimental then, and I will agree that out of 15 medical textbooks there will be 15 different methods of treatment for the same condition.
I grew up in the fifties and sixties, this character is a year older than I am. You may want to consider using a few details, the Beatles, the war in Vietnam to place the story in that time frame. As it is writen this could take place in the 80s 90s or whenever.
Again, as to the memory suspression, I did say that even if he had done this, and they might be right, what about Mom and Aunt Harriett.? Their actions in the first chapters are illogical in light of this information about this incident, and it still would make a better stand alone short story than part of this one.


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Re: Re: Hi Andy thanks for the comments but... (Score: 1)
by Jezzi on Oct 20, 2002 - 09:59 AM
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Hi angel,
1) I have to agree with Andy, at least the part about supressing the memories of this as completely as Rich has. This is a big public deal . there would be news articles, etc. about this beautiful Angel - who used to be a boy! - singing with the chior. There are two many people who know this to keep it secret. Something REALLY traumatic has to be coming in 10 year old Angel's life to make so complete a supression and send him back to being a boy again.
2) "You are just too sensitive and too gentle to be a boy. You care too much and boys, well, they only really care about themselves and being number one." Angel, you must have had really terrible experiences with men. There are NO men in this story other than Rich himself and Betty's misogynist husband (who is the whole reason given for 16 year old Rich's change so far - he won't have anyone looking male dealing with his daughters.) And the quote from the nurse does, I think, pretty well sum up all the women's attitudes toward men: No one who is good, caring, nurturing, unselfish, etc. can be a man. Any biological male who acts like that is really a woman and should start looking and dressing as one. Am I wrong?
3) Frivolous question: When in Rich's life do the "Geez's" become "Oh, Fripsy's"?? And where do Fripsy and Frap come from? terms like Geez are used so as not to swear - Jesus! - while still doing so.


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Re: Re: Re: Hi Andy thanks for the comments but... (Score: 1)
by Admin on Oct 20, 2002 - 11:44 AM
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1) There might not be news articles in the 50s or early 60s, such a story would likely not be printed by the respectable newspapers until it had gotten too big to ignore.
2) Again, this is the 50s/60s and such an attitude was prevalent. Male nurses were highly suspect and almost non-existent. Angel is exaggerating for dramatic effect but not overmuch.
3) Fripsy is Fuck. Frabst is Shit. Doesn't Frabst sound like it means shit? :) A ten-year-old wouldn't say Fuck or Shit as often so Angel, the writer, doesn't have to use a substitute. When the character says Geez! it's probably the character saying Geez. But when there is a Fripsy or Frabst, that is probably the writer Angel who does not like typing the words that those words represent. The character probably said Fuck or Shit or at least thought it. :)


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Thank You Erin! Also something for Jezzi and Andy.(Score: 1)
by Angel (Angel@BigCloset.com) on Oct 21, 2002 - 08:11 AM
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I think I will let the armchair psychiatrist alone from now on. Why try to explain anything when they are so solid with their interpretations?

The reader has the right to interpret as they may. But why ask the writer anything when the answers given are not accepted?

If this story was completely fictional I would be at liberty to change a lot of it. I could change it so Ricky was a regular looking boy with regular boy attitudes. I believe that is what Jezzi and Andy believe Ricky is anyway by their comments.

The truth is Ricky was not a boy who looked like a boy and his attitudes were not typical male attitudes. OK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Most of the closest people in his life were women and girls. He was not acceptable to the boys and most men. His attitudes and looks were far to different to be accepted as a peer by those boys in his age group. To most of the grown up men Ricky did not act or look like what they thought was what a boy should.

Ricky was not at all confrontational it was not worth it to him to be so. He was a conformist if it made others happy he was happy for the most part.

You want him to be a typical boy with the typical attitudes, well sorry about that! Maybe in another story that is all fiction I will give you what you want.

Truth can and is harder to believe more so than in any fictional story.

First you want me to split things off into seperate stories, then you want me to include more time references to this one. LOL...

I do appreciate suggestions and comments both good and bad, but the ones I like the most are those that are constuctive and helpful. The comments that are hurtful and insulting? They serve no purpose at all unless they make you feel better. So be it.
Angel


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Re: Whoa, crossed wires and an apology here! (Score: 0)
by Guest Reader on Oct 21, 2002 - 04:45 PM
If anything I said has been taken as hurtful or insulting I do apologize right now. I meant to offer suggestions as an English teacher, a semi-professional editor of fiction and non-fiction, and someone who cares deeply about this story. Suggestions, only, with some criticism, yes, but anytime you put a work of fiction, or whatever you wish to call this work out, you need to expect that.

First, there is no way anyone but the author of this work can tell what is "real" vs what is "fiction". Therefore, this work logically is a work of fiction, what is factual is not important to the reader or even to the understanding of this story.

Second, Ricky is a fictional character, part memory granted, but (trying not to do the armchair anything bit, memories are not necessarily accurate or carved in stone) all of my suggestions had nothing to do how Ricky acts, either a boy or girl or in between. I have known quite a few kids that never fit in, I was one, but you really need to make Ricky a more believable character. In the History of the World, most people will agree that there has only been one absolutely Perfect human being (his name really depends on which faith you select, Christian Muslim, Pagan, etc) but if you remember Ricky being absolutely perfect as you make him out to be in this story, I would seriously doubt it. The issue isn't if he acts like a girl or a boy, but that he acts like a human being, and preferably that he acts like a teenager, or a ten year old, or age appropriate to the particular flashback.
My criticisms here have been that he doesn't act like a human being, gender dysphoric or not, but that he acts like a saint, which is a real no-no in fiction, not to mention what it would be in real life memories. Giving him a few all too human flaws would help the story out from both aspects and it wouldn't mean changing the character that much.
My other criticism is, IMHO, is still valid in that in fiction, biography, or writing in general it is not a good idea to go off on a tangent that muddies the water as it were. Telling a story, real or otherwise, involves a great deal of story logic that needs to be maintained, and this bit about Angel the singer as opposed to Rachel the health care giver goes against the story logic already built into the story up to that point.
It's an editor's job to point things like that out, and if this story wasn't that good, I, for one, wouldn't bother. It is a good story, fictional or otherwise, but needs some work.
Stepping back for a moment, it's understood that changing the main character from male to female is the reason the story exists, and that how that change is effected is the thrust of the story, as it were. It's also understood that 90 percent of TG fiction, like everyting else is crap. As a fan of TG fiction I am always looking for a story that falls in the ten percent that isn't. This is a good story, I have grown to care about the characters, I can't wait to read the next chapter, but please take my comments in the spirit they were given, to try and help this story be better

Andy Hollis


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Thank You Andy for your efforts and clarifications. (Score: 0)
by Guest Reader on Oct 22, 2002 - 08:38 AM
Ricky did get in trouble a few times in this story. I do say that it was related as a memory to others within the story.

As for memories and there accuracy it depends if they were just pop ups in the head or researched with others from the past as well as through therapy. Hypnosis helps as does remembering the same events with others who shared that event with you. I have done all of these steps and will continue to do so as long as this story continues.

You are correct in assuming that the reader really doesn't care what is real and what is fiction but the writer sure does! Ricky was no saint that is for sure, but he was not a typical youth and did not fit in with his age group.

What I have decided to do is move from the part non-fiction to all fiction starting with chapter 40. So if you can hang in there until chapter 40 I will have much more freedom with what I write and how I write it. You see Erin already has the 39 chapters I have already written. Chapter 39 is very short and I will use it as a lead in to the new all fiction format.

Maybe you feel that the pain and anguish Ricky has felt is nothing to meaningful in this story. To me it is the most important of all! It is in the pain and anguish of being put in these situations that many suicides occur within the youthful souls past present and future.

Ricky does get angry at himself more than at others. He withdraws rather than force confrontation. You see he always looses any physical battles and when he wins the verbal battles they almost always turn into physical ones and he looses anyways. Only once did he strike out and he did that with a vengence. He caused great physical harm to a few popular boys.

When Ricky was little what happened then shaped his later life even though he suppressed those memories. Those well hidden memories still had an affect on his life even though he was not aware of them. The old question "Why did I do that?" comes to mind here.

For every action there is a reaction.

What flaws did Ricky have? Plenty! His body was flawed as well as his lack of knowledge. He just did not know or care about others his age. Family was his life. Safe and secure for the most part he always stayed close to home. Whenever he ventured out and tried to mingle with his peers he was ridiculed, insulted and physically hurt. This was not a city boy this was a suburbanite in a small town of very conservative middle and upper class Americans. Who you knew and who you hung out with shaped your popularity and acceptence in this community. The schools were small and everyone knew everyone else. The teachers knew your family and their status in the community. The police and fireman the strorekeepers and owners the neighbors and all the organizations like the K of C and Lions club the Free Masons and the PTA all knew who was who.

Once you were branded by one the others soon followed. You see there was no one you could really turn to for help besides family and those who liked you for what you were. To bad many of those who liked you pictured you as something else. That is what this story is really about. Not the health care field but what is behind it! The secrecy of the implications and labels to those that belong to this fraternity.

Before the late 70's and early 80's if you were a male in this field you were considered a faggot or a sissy-boy 100% of the time! In the late 70's and early 80's it was maybe 50 to 75% of the time. Remember there were no such things as Certified Nursing Assistants until the mid 80's! Before that you were an aide or an orderly period!

Even today the attitudes of many others not in this field towards CNAs is horrible! They call them ass-wipers and the like. Not much has changed other than you are no longer branded immediately as gay or sissified all the time.

Well I am rambling and I apologize. Let us see what the future brings shall we?
Angel


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Re: A Life Ever Changing #28 - Baby Doll (Score: 1)
by Ruffles on Nov 15, 2002 - 09:37 PM
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After reading all these comments, I see that there is alot of loving effort being given by readers who care a great deal about the story. I also see alot of defensiveness. It sure is hard for me to put my work out there and let go, but learning to do so has made my life a whole lot better. I begin to wonder if the only way Ricki/Angel can be the free spirit is by all the constant pampering support. Perhaps we shall see some maturing in the chapters to come.

What I really wanted to write is that I have periodically so much identification with parts of the story that the tears flow in torrents. This is a healing thing and makes me yearn to sit down with the author and have fireside chats long into the evening - touching on the real heart of life. I would prefer hot cocoa to all the coffee, though.
Ruffles


Re: A Life Ever Changing #28 - Baby Doll (Score: 1)
by Angel on Nov 16, 2002 - 10:05 PM
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You are correct Ruffles! I am to much on the defensive when I should be more open to my readers and those with much more skill and experience in writing stories than I am.

Thanks for the advice and I will try to be more open as a matter of fact I will be more open to the comments made and much less defensive.

It is a little harder when events in the story represent things that really happened. It is much easier when the comments are about things events that I have added in as fiction.

I wonder, how would you handle it?
Angel

Thanks for all the advice and comments.


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