Message flagged Wednesday, 25 May 2011, 11:10

The itching stopped as long as I continued to put the cream on my chest, but after a while, I noticed my chest had swollen slightly At first, I didn`t think anything about it but, after a while my chest kept getting bigger, then I started to worry.

I spoke to the school nurse about it and she said it might be or might not be male breasts. She suggested I get my mum to take me to see the doctor, but not to worry as they usually disappear, after a while. She also reminded me that I had been in hospital and with the continuing blood tests, if anything serious was wrong, it would have been picked up before now.

So far, I had taken part in 3 pageants and 4 beauty contests and came first in all of them, was I so convincing that everyone actually believed I was a girl?

Mum took me to see the doctor, more blood tests were done and we now had to wait for the results. I now had a Saturday job modelling dresses for Mrs Jackson who owned a dress shop in the city, all her dressed were designed and handmade by herself and her daughters, it wasn't a big shop, but she was a family friend and I was volunteered by Mum to be their model. Actually, I was starting to have fun and was getting into the spirit of things.

I had come to like the feel of the clothing that I wore and the freedom they gave, it was starting to worry me. For several months now, I had dressed, behaved and been treated as if I had been born female. What was happening to me? I was doing well with the ballet and had been in the show they had put on in March.

I actually enjoyed sewing, knitting and embroidery and was getting quite good. I could do the laundry, ironing and housework.

Only a three months left to go of my time as queen, hopefully, I could get back to normal. But I had a feeling that I wouldn't`be to allowed or even would want to return to being a boy. They had held the election for next years Queen of the May, but hadn't as yet announced who had been selected, and after this year I felt sorry for who was selected. I know knew what it entailed and it was a hard year.

March arrived and my 12th birthday is next week, I've been told that it was to be a very special day and there was some news from all the tests that have been done over the past year. I`m now wearing a 32c bra and I don`t think I have gynecomastia, I think I've developed female breast.

My penis seems very small for my size and I don`t get an erection like a boy should. Am I turning in a girl after all? What`s happening to me? I gave up asking questions because I could never get an answer. I've got another beauty contest this weekend, so more dress fittings this week. All of these costumes must be costing somebody a small fortune and I know it isn't my parents who are paying.

The week passes slowly with school during the day and various activities including more dress fittings during the week. I did catch a virus and was finding it difficult to control my bladder. This caused a bit of embarrassment for me as I had to wear nappies and plastic panties, which meant I missed school, but I still had the competition on Sunday and the judges had to be told about the slight change in my costume. It didn`t matter though, I won, but I wet myself on stage. At least I didn`t leave a puddle on floor or that would have really been embarrassing.

My trophy case was starting to get full, 8 trophies for pageants etc, and 8 or 9 for my needlework and knitting, I was really doing well, also on display with each trophy was a photograph of me in full costume holding the award, or in the case if my crafts the piece that won. It seems that I`m better female skills and crafts than I was doing boy stuff.

My birthday finally arrived and it being on a Saturday, and having no competitions that week meant I could relax and enjoy myself. I was 12 years old and the party was a village affair, everyone attended. I did notice a specialist from the hospital talking with Mum and Dad in the lounge when I finally got out of bed, but just went into the kitchen and had breakfast. Once I had eaten, Mum told me to come and join them in the lounge. It was then I remembered they were going to tell me the results of all of the blood tests that I`d had. The doctor wished me a happy birthday and handed me a package to be opened later at the party, then he opened his briefcase and took out some papers.

He went through the various test results, but I understood very little of what he said. Apparently the body produces boy and girl chemicals called hormones and for some reason my body has stopped producing the boy hormones and I starting to turn into a girl, although I would need an operation to finish everything off when I was older. He explained that it happened very rarely and couldn't be stopped. He apologized for it, but I couldn't understand why, after all it wasn't his fault my body was changing.

He also told me that when tree smashed my legs, a branch had pierced my abdomen and caused damage to my internal sex organs, I thanked him for being honest with me and telling me himself instead of in a letter and surprised myself by asking him to come to my party in the village hall, which he actually accepted.

I turned to Mum and Dad, looking them in the eyes asked them to be honest with me. They agreed and my brothers entered the room. I asked if the voting for Queen of the May had been decided by the adults and not the students and was told no, it hadn't been.

Tom the eldest of my brothers told me that after the first blood test results came in, and I had been admitted to hospital, Mum and Dad had told them what might be happening to me, and that if the all the results came out the same, I would have to start learning to be a girl.

He being on the student council told the committee what was happening and suggested a special meeting with all the kids once I was in hospital. At the meeting, it was Billy Noble who suggested that if they picked me for queen I would have no choice but to start dressing and learning to be a girl, it was put to everyone and they all agreed and that was how I came to be elected.

They could have chosen one of the 10 or 13 year old girls, but seeing as I was well liked and was going to a lot help, the kids decided this would be the best chance to get my new life moving. The student council had a meeting with the school, parish council and my parents and told them what they wanted to do and everyone agreed.

They even had village meeting and everyone agreed to help. Well, I now had the answers to my questions, I might not have liked them, but had to accept them. After thinking for a while I could see now that everyone had been trying to help me adjust to a new life.