CHAPTER ONE Betsy had had quite enough of pleasing other people, especially her ex-husband. He had left her for another woman, which was bad enough. Betsy thought he showed a poverty of original thinking when it turned out to be his secretary. In any case, she was very glad her father gave her a sizeable amount of ‘blue chip’ stock before he died. At least that provided her with a substantial income, even if it didn’t warm her bed. Even before she had ever met her husband, she had looked forward to the day when she would be the proud mother of a pretty little girl. Instead he had left her with a twelve year old boy to raise by herself. But that was about to change.
Of course he had no idea what was in store for him
Men always wanted a son when they got married to perpetuate themselves into the future even after the father died. A boy that would grow up to be like his father?! Not while she was alive! Betsy was about to take steps to insure it would never happen! And since her son was just starting his 1953 summer vacation, it was the ideal time to begin changing her little boy into something that would both fulfill her desire to have a little girl, and serve as the supreme thwarting of her ex-husband’s wish: her little boy was about to become a sissy! What else would you call a boy that acted and dressed like a nice little girl? But she was determined that he would be wearing a dress and learning to act like a nice little girl before the day was over!
His name was the same as his father’s. Edward. That would be the first thing she’d change. And it certainly wouldn’t become Edweena, Edwina or Edna. She e as hers, Elizabeth. But where her nickname was Betsy, she would call her little boy ‘Beth’ from now on. Besides, he wouldn’t be a boy much longer; at least, not your usual type of boy.
At ten a.m., Eddie came in the back door looking for his usual pre-lunch snack. “Hi Mom,” he sang out from the kitchen.
“Eddie, it’s too early for snacks,” she replied. “Besides, there’s something we have to do today.” He came in and sat down on the couch next to her. She smiled down at him. He was a small for his age at four feet, five inches.
“We’re going to go shopping, dear, and it’ll be lots of fun. This summer your hair is going to be blond, just like mine.”
“So it’ll be just like mine Eddie,” she answered. “And that’s only one of the changes we’ll be making to you today. When we go shopping, you’re going to get a whole new new wardrobe of pretty dresses, poufy bouffant slips and panties, girl’s shoes and socks, and some other things for pretty little girls.
“Mom, I’m not a sissy. I don’t want to be a girl,” he replied. “Why do you want to make me be a girl? I’m a boy, and I want to stay a boy.”
But before we do that, I’m taking you to a beauty parlor to get your hair done
“I know dear,” said Betsy, “but girls are much nicer, and prettier, too. You’ll like being Mommy’s little girl after a while. From now on your name is Beth, almost the same as Mommy’s name.”
“I suppose you don’t now,” said Betsy, “but after you see how nice it is, you’ll be glad I turned you into a girl. And you’d better behave and do as Mommy tells you if you don’t want a spanking. We have to be on time at the beauty shop. But first you’re going to take a quick bubble bath so you’ll smell pretty like nice girls do.” She gave him a quick bubble bath, and afterwards she had him wear his Sunday pants and a clean shirt.