It's a boy! It's a girl! It's both! Flashback - solo

by **Adina** on September 22nd, 2011, 3:09 pm

day 3, spring, 501

"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes."
His mother only nodded, then began teaching Adina how to apply makeup. It took a long time, with much error and do-overs. His mother was a good teacher, and also a strict one. He applied each powder carefully, then lastly put on the lipstick. It was a gentle rose color, and it suited him. Merely ten years old, he looked like a stunning and gorgeous woman in miniature. His mother didn't judge, his father didn't care. Actually, his father might think he was a girl from the start. He was very peoccupied with his work, always going on and on about this star or that, or this pupil and that pupil.

His mother nodded, and they went to pick out clothes. There were five frilly dresses on the bed, and he chose a pretty pink one with flower-like figures sown onto the bottom hem, ending about a foot above the ground. He quickly dressed, and his mother nodded proudly, seeming delighted to have a daughter, even a faux one. He went outside, and played with his friends, who were glad he finally admitted he was a girl. He even played more with the girls and their ragdolls than the boys and their pretend sword-sticks. Life looked better.

by **Adina** on September 28th, 2011, 11:20 am

day 4, spring, 501

The early morning was spent getting ready. Make-up and a frilly dress. Even combed his short hair. Yes, short hair. It was long for a boy, reaching his chin, but for a girl it was short. And he was a girl now, or had to make others think he was at least. His mother helped and taught, they experimented with colors and found pink and purple clors suited him best, with light pink colors for his lips.
They made plans for his hair, he could grow it long, maybe braid it? Depening on how old he was, there was nothing more sad and pathetic than a woman trying to look younger than she is, so no braids when grow up.

This was a good lesson, he thought, eve when he had to apply powder after powder after powder.. His mother even seemed happy to be with him, and not like usual, when she seemed to long for her studies and her old scrolls. Perhaps it woul have been better if he had been born a girl, but he knew, had always known, that he was a boy.

When he went out, he played with the girls, giggling and playing. This time they were dressing up the dolls, and if anthing, it proved a good training for Adelina. He spent much of his time near a special girl. She was pretty, so he could learn much from her, but that wasn't really why. He liked her. Really liked her. Later that evening he was yelld at by his mother when she got home and he told her that he'd pulled her hair. Appearantly they didn't like that, who knew? But he hadn't meant to make her cry, and she hadn't stopped when he teased her about being a crybaby.. His mother told him off and looked disappointed. She seemed to realise no matter what he looked like, he was still a boy on the inside, and under the decieveing layers of make-up and clothes. He went to bed without supper, to 'think about what he had done', as she called it.

by **Adina** on October 7th, 2011, 1:02 pm

Day 5, Spring, 501 AV

He was shook awake by his mother early in the morning, it was so dark outside he doubted the sun was up. She had a stick and looked angry at him. He was told to start with the make-up so he wouldn't make a mess on his clothes, so he did. His hand shook as he yawned, and there was suddenly a sharp pain on his behind. He couldn't help himself, he yelled out in pain, and then he saw in the mirror how his mother struck him with the stick again. This time he was ready for it and didn't make a sound, but she seemed to think that was wrong too, for she struck him again, and he let out a girly and complaining moan. She didn't strike him again, and he cleaned away the offensive make-up that had brought on the first strike.

Luckily for him he was a quick learner. He realized the night before that she wanted him to be a girl on the inside, so he'd be one for her. He'd be so good at it that she'd almost forget that he was really a boy. He was much more careful with the make-up, and only received two more strikes. Well, if anything, his behind would now look bigger and more girlish. After the make-up, he put on another dress, a simple white one today with flowery details at the bottom. She'd told him which one to take, and he had a suspicion about why she'd picked one so white and simple.

He was right. After he was dressed, he and his mother went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast, and he earned no less than 15 strikes for his errors in there. He was too sloppy, knew too little, spilled too much and made a tiny stain on the bottom of his dress. He'd been so careful not to get anything on the dress, but he'd forgot for a single short moment, and splash, it was there. Granted, it was tiny, but it was tomato juice and therefor dark orange and very visible.

At breakfast he earned several strikes on his hands because his behind was hidden on the chair. He was to sit straight, be polite, serve his elders, serve the man, his father, first, and so on. In the middle of it his mother sighed at the state of his swollen fingers and made him fetch rope. He got a strike with the stick on his behind because he'd been running as a boy, (with long strides that stretched the dress, instead of shorter ones in a larger quantity,) then his mother tied him to the chair, so he had to sit straight. His father barely noticed there was anyone else there, he was scribbling away in a book, apparently too important to pause to spend time with his family.

After breakfast he had to walk, talk and act like a girl at all times, or his mother would strike his behind with the stick again. He had to be polite, yet shy. Intelligent, yet kind. The lunch was spent the same was as the breakfast, but Adina was tied to the chair the entire meal this time, and made far less mistakes. Even a quick learner learns faster to avoid getting hit. It wasn't good for his mind tough. He could have been angry and fearful of his mother, but he felt grateful. It had been his idea, after all, and they wouln't be in this mess if he'd been born a girl, or even a proper boyish boy.

The time between lunch and dinner was spent listening and burning his mother's plans into his memory. She'd apparently stayed up all night making plans for him. Plans on when to add a corset with fake breasts, when to add to the breasts to make the appearance of growth, the possibility of adding something to make his rump appear womanly, how to handle his hair, what haircut he'd have while growing it out, how to best apply make-up. And most important of all: the end result, and when he'd be 'ready'. If all went to plan, he'd be done by 16. At least his appearance would. His mother planned to have him acing girly a lot sooner. She even told him that if he wasn't girly enough by next year, she'd throw him out. He spent a lot of the rest of the day during his 'girl practice' trying to figure out if she'd been serious or not.

by **Paragon** on February 24th, 2012, 3:25 pm

Adina :

Interesting character concept, it will be interesting to see where you take us, and perhaps a reasoning for his mother's obsession with him being a girl - if you have ANY questions or concerns about this grading, don't hesitate to PM me.