“Dress me up like a cheerleader.”

“HAHAHAHA.” your sister bursts our laughing.

“Now now Rebecca that’s enough, clearly your brother is taking this opportunity to ask for our help. He must have been hiding these feelings for a long time. Hell, if my son wants to be a sissy then I couldn’t be prouder of him. In fact, we should do everything we can to help.”

You feel utterly betrayed, not just by your mom but by your whole family- why aren’t they helping you. Can’t they tell this isn’t you talking? You wonder if maybe your mom and sister are somehow being mind controlled too.

“But Zack, are you sure this is what you really want? Do you want to be a girl, no... a sissy?” your mom asks you honestly.

You turn to look at everyone. The room grows quiet as your mom, dad, sister and Clive wait for your response.

“Yes mommy, I... I want to be a sissy!” you proclaim proudly, whilst inside you’re wishing you were dead. “Can you help me? Please? I’ll do anything mommy, I just don’t want to live a lie anymore.”

You begin to feel tears forming in your eyes. How are you crying right now? All you really want to do just smash Clive’s smug face in.

“Oh Zack! My baby boy... this must have been eating at you for years. Well, that settles it. Rebecca, get your cheerleader outfit, makeup, hair products- hell, let’s get him upstairs into the bath. It’s time for his transformation to begin.”