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Chapter 2
Chapter 2

Well here I am again, its weird to be writing this to myself, but Dr. Johnson says it will be good for me. Its been about a week now since I was separated from my mom, its nice to know what a regular life is like. To bring this journal up to date on what has been going on for the last few days... When I last wrote, I had just left Dr. Johnson’s office where she had just explained to me was explaining to me the HRT or the hormone replacement therapy that was going to help me to grow like a normal child. It was quite a day for me, I wasn’t quite sure how to take it. I had spent the entire 12 years of my life believing that I was always going to be tiny and an outcast. And now here I was looking at a normal future. We left the doctors office after Angela made an appointment for me to get my first hormone injections, and we went to get icecream. This was amazing. Ice cream is my favorite thing in the world, and what was wierder... no one was staring at me like they usually do. I am used to be stared at like Im some sort of friek, dressed in my grown up clothes and looking like a midgit. But as long as I was wearing the overalls from Angela’s house, I was just... cute. I think everyone really believed that I was a toddler. It was imbarising to be a "toddler", but great not to be the friek. I guess I was acting wierd and Angela noticed and asked what was wrong. I explained to her that no one was staring, and we talked for a few minutes about how people had treated me in the past. She actually started to tear up for a bit.

After Icecream, we went back to her house. Angela had said we were going to pick up some new clothes, but I was really tired, and told her that I didn’t want to go to a store again. When we got home, we just sat on her couch together and watched TV. as it got later, I started to doze off... I awoke to her putting me back into the same blanket sleeper that I had warn the night before. I tried to tell her that I could dress myself, but she said she didn’t mind, and I was too sleepy to argue. To tell you the truth, it was nice to have someon who wanted to take care of me like that.

When I woke up the next morning I was really refreshed. Angela had cooked my favorite... pancakes, and I could smell them from the bedroom. I went to the dining room and had the breakfast of a princess. Angela told me that she had talked to both Tamara and my school and that I was going to stay with her for at least the next two weeks. She owned a daycare in town and thought it would be great if I hung out there with her for a while. Angela had thought about what we talked about last night at the ice cream shop, and that she had an idea. Since I felt so great having people think that I was a toddler, she would let me be a toddler for the day. I tried to explain to her that I just didn’t like people staring at me, and she said that that was the way to do it... I finally agreed to give it a try, and after a quick bath, she helped me get dressed in another pair of thick underwear and overalls to go with her to work. Angela worked in the builiding with the grade school kids, and I would go with the preschoolers. She said just do whatever the other kids did and mind the girls there and they would let her know if there were any problems if i needed her.

The deal was that I would pretend that I was three years old. All I had to do, was not talk very much..., well, surely I could do that. So we went to the daycare. There were fifteen kids from the ages of 1 to 4, it was nice to not have to go to school, and even nicer that no one cared how big I was. There were lots of books and toys, I had never had stuff quite like that. No one asked how old I was, I was able to just relax and enjoy myself. There were weird parts. The place smelled a little like baby pee, and a couple of times the girls who worked there asked me if I had to potty, and told me to go even if I didn’t need to.x. All the kids there had to have their drinks in sippy cups, so I did too, I just took the lid off when I wanted a drink, and no one was looking. It feels wierd to drink out of a sippy cup, even when you are pretending to be a toddler. But mostly it was pretty nice.

Then it happened... I was gettin a driink when one of the boys drove a tricycle right into my chair. I dropped my cup right into my lap. Great, nothin like a totally wet crotch. I screwed on the lid as quickly as I could and walked over to Megan, one of the college girls who worked there, thinking I would explain the spill... I didn’t get a word in. Right off, she told me not to worry, that I would get the potty down... accidents happen, and she would get me all fixed up. I was stunned. Megan thought I peed in my pants. I wanted to tell her that I didn’t, but she was being so nice to me. She took me back into the changing room, and looked into my cubby for my change of clothes. It seems all the kids in the toddler area had a change of clothes... except for me. She was shocked that Angela would bring a three year old without a change of clothes. All I could think about was that I was supposed to keep up the act that I was three, so I let her take care of me. Like a pro, she unsnapped my overalls, and took off my soaked training pants and dropped them into a washing machine that they had back there, and she set me down on a potty chair and told me to wait... Yes, on a potty chair... even though I hadn’t actually peed in my pants, I did need to go at this point, so I peed in the potty chair. When she got back, she was so proud. It has been a long time since someone was this proud of me, and all I had to do was to tinkle a bit. She picked me up, gave me a quick, imbarissing wipe and gave me a big hug. Then Megan slid a pullup diaper up over my bottom. I guess since I didn’t have an emergency change of clothes, this was what I got while my clothes were washed. Thank goodness it was nap time. I got up on a cot, and covered up so no one could see... I had no Idea what Angela would think