Mommy’s Girl - Part 2

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Part 1: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2023/10/mommys-girl-part-1.html

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Part 3: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2025/01/mommys-girl-part-3-end-of-cycle.html

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----- Part 2 – A Slow Day -----

-- Written by “Irene Naridza”

It had been a few months since my mom decided I should wear skirts and dresses, not to mention those annoying ballerina outfits. There's just one problem with that, I’M A BOY. Boys don’t wear girly things like that. I should be practicing soccer right now. But instead, I’m stuck here, dressed like a girl in a ballerina outfit. Now I’m going by the name ‘Nadia’ I hate that name, but it’s the one I have to adopt to keep up the facade of the ‘obedient girl’ my mom is forcing me to be. It annoys me, but then I remember the alternative is using my real name, Nathan. That would cause everyone to know I’m actually a boy.

That’s the last thing I want right now. My friends would see me as effeminate, and the girls would see me as some kind of weird pervert. I’m neither of those. I’m just a boy whose mom is forcing him to be a girl. Unfortunately, no one would believe me. That’s why I’ve decided to keep up appearances for as long as my suspension lasts. At least it’s only a few days now. I still don’t know what it will be like to go back to high-school with this punishment hanging over my head.

A soft sound of bells signals the end of class and the chance to rest our muscles. It’s the signal that class is over, so we can take a short break before heading home. I walk over to the lockers and grab my things: a simple bag with spare ballet clothes, regular clothes, my phone, wallet, a water bottle, and my house keys.

It’s a relief that the dressing rooms have private stalls. I wish high-school were the same way. I throw on some baggy pants and a hoodie over the tights and leotard. The one thing I do take off is the ballet slippers, swapping them for some sneakers with light blue stripes. I’m not using pointe shoes yet, the ones you stand on tiptoe with, but Madame Melody has already told us about them.

I exchange a few goodbyes with my classmates before leaving. “See you Tuesday, Nadia.” I recognize the voice of my ballet teacher. “See you, Madame Melody,” I reply before heading out of the studio. She’s a kind woman, no doubt, though very strict at times. Those first days, even just the warm-ups were pure torture. But now, I’ve clearly gotten used to it. I think she’s the only one who knows who I really am, but she keeps the secret.

It doesn’t take long to get home. Just a 10-minute bus ride, and I’m there. I’ve learned to tolerate the stares of other people. I know they’re not looking at me thinking, “Gross, an effeminate boy.” The disguise works quite well. Still, I feel uncomfortable when someone stares for more than a second. Mom says I can’t blame them “Not every day you see a radiant ballerina riding the bus.” That’s not true. Several of my classmates also take the bus. Ugh, how annoying. Maybe she’s right when she says I worry too much about others finding out. If they haven’t figured it out in two months, why would they now? Besides, my ballet outfit isn’t visible.

When I get home, I notice no one’s there. My mom is staying late at work or out at some meeting with her strange friends. The life of an adult woman is a whirlwind of responsibilities. After taking a shower to wash off the sweat from ballet class, I put on an outfit my mom picked out. Somehow, she always knows if I’m being her “Mommy’s Girl” or not.

I doubt she’s told any of our neighbors to spy on me, that’s terrifying and the last thing I’d want. Plus, Mom is a pretty private person. It must be some hidden camera like the ones they use on TV shows.

Now comes the hardest part for me, which is...I hate to admit it, but I kind of like this outfit. Don’t get me wrong. I hate wearing girl clothes. But if I’m forced to wear them anyway, I’d rather it be something I like.

The outfit is a plain blue dress, a white sweater with diamond patterns, white tights embroidered with tiny circles, and black flats. I like the details of the circles and diamonds since they look like stars at first glance. I don’t waste any more time and get dressed. I still have to finish drying my hair, it’s long now.

Mom already taught me how to braid it myself, but I think I prefer to leave it loose this time. I look at myself in the mirror after all that and barely recognize myself. It’s incredible how much my appearance has changed in such a short time. If I didn’t know it was me, I’d want to talk to the girl in my reflection.

To Be Continued…
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·         Hello. There is a second part from the story. Many of you were asking one. Sorry if it’s not exactly what you expected. But I will hear any you have to say about it. Hope you like it.

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