I didn’t know why I had to go back to Miss Samantha’s that fall, and I don’t know if my mom was clear on the reasons either. I had learned my lesson, and my mom now knew how to control me. Miss Samantha explained the benefits of another year of training.
“Mrs. Manning, as part of his training, I want Chris to live full time as a girl. He’s going to learn to live like a girl, act like a girl, and to be a girl. Only then will he truly learn to self-regulate himself by having a female voice inside. Most men don’t listen to that voice, and that’s why they are crude and stubborn.”
“I can’t say I understand completely, but I trust you Miss Summers. You’ve worked wonders on my boy so far, and I want to see my son succeed at controlling his temper. Besides, it’ll be cute seeing him as a girl for a while.”
She stroked my head, and I looked at her with a slight annoyance.
We headed off to the store near her town, to get more clothes for my punishment that year. My mother went with us, and the ladies picked out outfits this time that were more for a little girl my age – not the frilly, sissy stuff I was usually forced to wear. I got dresses, skirts, rompers, shorts, shoes, and blouses. Looking at them, I noticed that they were the same things the girls in my school wore. The two ladies had fun picking out my outfits. I cringed seeing all the items like the tee shirts with ruffled sleeves and the flared shorts with flowers on them. Of course I had to wear girls’ underwear and camisoles. They were all soft pinks and pastel colors. The panties had little floral patterns on them and gathered at the legs. I almost cried thinking about all the clothes I’d be wearing this year.
“Mom, please, you can’t make me be a girl. I don’t want to be a girl.”
“You should have thought about that before you ruined my shelf and all the other bad behavior you’ve displayed up to this point. This is your chance to show us that you’re committed to being good. Now quit your complaining or I’ll put all this back and make you wear the sissy things for the rest of the year. Is that what you want?”
That made me shut up. These outfits were much simpler to wear. We finished our shopping and returned to the house. I was told to launder my clothes, and put them away in my drawers.
“Honey, why don’t you put on your yellow tube top, white shorts and new sandals for us? I want to see you in your new clothes.”
“Mom…” I whined.
“I’ve had enough of your complaining!”
She took me by the hand and pulled me to my bedroom. She angrily went through the drawers pulling out the necessary items and put them on the bed.
“Now get into these clothes before I have to spank you!”
I could see she was serious, and I changed into my new clothes. She gathered up my boys’ clothes in her hands.
“You’re going to be a girl from now on, so get used to it. These clothes are going back home with me. You’re going to dress like a girl, act like a girl, you’re going to be a girl for the rest of this year. Is that understood young man?”
“I’m going to be a girl all year.”
“You’re going to learn to obey. I don’t care how long it takes. And if Miss Samantha tells you to run down the street in a tutu, then that‘s what you’re going to do. Do you understand?”
“No, I wouldn’t do that.”
“What did you just say young lady?”
“I wouldn’t wear a tutu.”
“You haven’t learned your lesson yet, have you? Take down your shorts,” she gave me a couple of swats on the rear, “I said, ‘Take down your little shorts!’”
I slowly did, and she pulled down my little, white, girl shorts and brand new panties, and gave me a sound spanking there in the room until my ass was red and I was crying.
“Now tell me, are you going to do whatever Miss Samantha asks you to do this year?”
“Yes ma’am.” I sniffed.
“Yes ma’am, anything.”
“Even wearing a tutu?”
“Now go downstairs and show Miss Samantha your new outfit.”
I rubbed my sore bottom and pulled up my new panties and shorts, giving my mom a hurtful, sideways glance, and then proceeded downstairs. I thought about pleading my case to my dad – he would understand - but then I realized that Miss Samantha would show him the same video she showed my mother, and explaining that to him was more than I could handle. I would have to get through this year the best I could under their control, show them that I could be good, and then I would be done with this whole thing forever.
When I went to the living room, Miss Samantha was pleased.
“Oh don’t you look cute. With your hair that long, you look just like a girl with short hair.”
I looked in the mirror in the hall and saw that she was right. My mom had let me go all summer without a haircut and I didn’t even think about it. I realize it until now, but the fact that I already had long hair, combined with the fact that I let it grow all summer, had my dark hair reaching almost all the way to my shoulders.
“Oh my god,” I muttered.
“We’ll have to get it styled before school starts though. It is all uneven.”
“Oh he’s going to be so adorable,” my mom beamed. I think she was really excited at the prospect of having a daughter for the rest of the year.
“How about we go together to the salon while you’re still in town? That way you can help pick out her style.”
“That would be wonderful.”
“There’s just one more thing I want you to do before you leave.”
“Since he’s going to be a girl from now on, we need to give him a new name. I want you to pick the name.”
“Oh, I don’t know…”
“If you had a girl, what you have named her?”
It didn’t take her long to think at all.
“Audrey, that’s pretty. That’ll be you new name from now on, Audrey.”
I didn’t realize it then, but something significant had changed in my life as my mom repeated the word “Audrey”.