My name is Jamie Jacobs. I am an average boy living in the big city of Bloomington, Minnesota.
My best friend's name is Tony, and we hang out all the time. Our favorite place to go in the area
was at the Mall of America. It is the largest mall in the world, and they were still expanding it.
I believe they are now on their 86th expansion to the mall. Mom would drop us off there, and
we spent a lot of time there. The rides at Ice Village were our favorite things. I heard it was
originally a Peanuts themed park and a Nickelodeon themed park as well. I loved going on the
Icy Waterfall Ride. I am short for my age, so I finally got at the height to even get on it. I guess
You could say I am the shortest in my class, at forty-eight inches exactly.
There is a rule that we can't be at the mall at our age, without an adult. but only on Friday and
Saturday after 4PM. Since this is a Thursday, we don't care.
We always tried to do bad things. Why not, we are boys. Girls don't usually do that, unless they
were a tomboy.
If a boy did girly things, you could say they were a sissy. I would never be that way. In fact, I
would never be transgender either, since I would never be a girl. Why would I? Being a boy
rocks. I think it's weird when a boy says they want to be a girl. Or a girl wants to be a boy? Now I
won't say I am transphobic, because I am not. I believe it's fine for someone to choose their
gender. But I still think it's weird.
At school, I always pick on the girls. I always think they need it. If you are a girl, you
deserve to be picked on. That's also the reason I would never be a girl. I wasn't going to be
picked on.
One day this year, I was sent to the principal's office because I cut off the ponytail of a girl at
recess. I was suspended. I never knew that an eight-year-old could be suspended. My sister was
angry with me as well. If I had done it to her, I bet she would have kicked my ass.
I know I was mean to the girl, but eventually we became friends. Not best friends, that would be
gross. A girl? Her name was Jennifer. I found out she lives across the street from me. I did feel
sorry for cutting it off. It was just a joke. I never did that again.
I was not allowed to go out to recess for a month. I was told to stay in class until everyone came
back inside. Which sucked. What was I suppose to do the whole time. I had to clean the
chalkboard. Yes, we still have a chalkboard. The school won't bring in white boards, because the
markers used on their make people sick. Especially me. After I clean the board, I also
have to pound erasers. At least that brings me outside. But not near the playground.
When everyone came in, we had writing class. I like writing, but sometimes it can be disastrous.
Today's class was boring though. I was glad it was almost over. I glanced up at the clock.
"Alright Class,” our teacher said. “before we go, I want to give out homework for you to do over
the weekend." The whole class groaned, including me. "I know you hate homework, but I am
doing this because people have been picking on each other. Especially picking on the girls.”
Everyone gazed at me. I slid down my seat. “I want a full report about your opposite gender by
Monday." The bell rang right after he said that, and I jumped out of my seat.
I saw my buddy Tony walking out of the room, and I ran to catch up with him.
"This sucks," I complained as we went to his locker.
“Yeah? Well, we wouldn't have been in this mess, if it wasn't for you.”
“Sorry,” I almost cried. I wasn't going to because boys don't cry.
"You're lucky, Jamie," Tony said. You have a sister. You can simply ask her a few questions."
"Yeah, but she doesn't always talk to me. She's always busy. Listening to her stupid music." We
were going home, like we always do. We only live a few blocks away from the school.
"HEY DWEEBS!" I must have jumped about 5 feet. We both glanced back. Thomas and his gang
were running after us. "Shit! The Sixth Graders!" We both started running. "Why is it every day
they have to do this?" I yelled to Tony, still running. Tony was already ahead of me; he was the
fastest runner in the third grade. "And why do you have to be so quick?"
"I'll see you later!" Tony yelled back. He was already a block away. The Sixth Graders had almost
caught up to me. I ran to an alley where I was trapped at a dead end. I looked around, trying to
find another way out of the alley.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A Pipsqueak trapped like the mouse he is," said
Thomas.
"What shall we do with him?" Said one of the others. They started looking around and spotted a
strange box.
"We'll stuff him in there and hold the door shut," Thomas said, pointing to it. "Come here,
pipsqueak." I was crying by then. "Oh, you're a sissy, aren't you?" I was pushed into the box like
thing. It was really dark. I tried to get out by banging on the door.
"Hey, let me out!" I cried. "I want out!" Just then a light flashed on. First it was bright blue. It
was really bright and I almost couldn't see it. I put my hand over my eyes. The light changed to
purple. I stopped hitting the door, and glanced at the light when it turned to pink. It stayed pink
for about ten seconds, until it finally turned off. The Sixth Graders seemed to have left. I started
opening the door to take a peek, then I came out of the box. I started walking, but I couldn't move
far, because the next thing I knew, I fainted.
I woke up about an hour later, not knowing what happened. I slowly got to my feet and started
going home. I was only about two blocks away when I had to pee badly. "I could do this outside,
but I don't want to get caught," I thought. I ran as fast as possible to the Planet Fitness half a block away.
The lady at the front desk saw me rush in. "Excuse me ma'am, where is the restroom?"
"It's over there sweetie, you won't miss it."
"Thank you!" I ran as fast as possible. I didn't think I could make it in time. Running into the stall
and unzipping my pants, I started to... WHOOOOSH!
"What the heck?" I just sprayed all over my pants. Surprised on what I did, I looked down and saw
the scariest surprise of my life. Instead of my boy parts, I had a little slit. Yes, that's right, a
vagina. I wasn't a boy, I was a girl. "Oh My God!" I yelled. "Where's my...? This can't be
happening to me!" I was so scared that I ran out of the room with wet pants on. Ran as fast as I
could out of the store and down the street to my house. Luckily, my parents weren't home. I
didn't want them to know I was a girl. My sister was home. I knew I couldn't keep this secret
forever, so I decided to tell her. Maybe she knew what to do and say.
By the time I got inside the house, my hair was down past my shoulders. Of course, my sister was
in her room playing her favorite music from the musical group, One High-Speed. "Jessica!" I yelled
over the music. "Jessica--you gotta help me!" I was freaking out by the time I got to her
room.
"What do you want, twerp?" She yelled, turning around to gawk at me. "What the Hell?" I
started crying my eyes out.
"You got to help me. I turned into a girl!"
"Jamie?" Jessica asked in disbelief. "Is that you?"
I turned and covered my face with hands, trying to hide it from her.
Jessica continued moving around me looking closer. "Jamie, that is you!" she said with certainty.
"Why are you dressed as a girl?"
I so wanted to die! Tears began leaking out, and I scrunched my eyes tight. Jessica held my arms
and turned me around to face her. I couldn't open my eyes, my stomach was shaking as I began to cry.
"I told you," I sobbed, "I turned into a girl!" Jessica raised an eyebrow.
I knew she did not believe me. She slid her fingers into my hair and gave it a gentle tug. She
tried again further again up on the top of my head. Again, her slight pull met tight
resistance. It then dawned on her that the hair was attached to the head.
"Ow!" I protested. "That's my hair!" I pushed her hands away and rubbed my head where she
had pulled it.
"I'm sorry Jamie... I thought it was a real wig." She looked a little closer at my hair. "Your hair, it's really real!"
I wiped my eyes with my fingers and was determined to prove it to her for once and all. I pulled
down my pants to my knees, and then, more hesitant, I slowly pulled down my underwear.
Jessica was awestruck. "Jamie, I didn't know. I mean honest...I'm sorry."
"I'm a freaking girl." I started pouting and pulled my clothes back up. I felt a little uncomfortable with her staring.
"Being a girl isn't so bad, you know? I'm one too." Jessica then added, "But I don't think we can't tell Mom or Dad."
I started twirling my hair with my finger. "Well, can we cut my hair then?" Maybe they won't know."
"I dunno. You're cute this way," Jessica said with a smile.
"Cute?! I look like a freaking girl." I pouted.
"Well, you are a girl," giggled Jessica. I started crying heavily.
"I don't wanna be a girl!" I ran to her bed, throwing a tantrum. The next thing we knew, our mother stepped into the house.
"Kids, come here quick," Mother yelled up the stairs.
"Just a minute," Jessica said through her doorway.
"Now!" Mother demanded. I glanced at Jessica, and with a frown on my face, we both stepped slowly downstairs. Our mother looked at us in surprise. "Who are you?" She said, staring at me.
We glanced at each other, then back at her. I started crying again.
"It's me, Mommy."
"Jamie, why are you wearing a wig?" Asked mother.
"It's not a wig, it's her real hair," Jessica said, noticing she made a mistake, and covered her mouth.
"Her?" Jessica, Jamie is a boy, not a girl," Mother complained. "Don't pick on him."
"Mommy," I cried even harder, not knowing why I called her Mommy. My sister always said that
at my age, I always called her Mom. "I am a girl."
"You can't be a girl, you were born a boy, and--" she stops talking when I started pulling down my pants. "Oh--my--God!" She said looking at my new girl parts.
"I told you, I'm a girl," I cried.
"How did this happen? I need some explaining, young...um... lady?"
"I dunno, Mommy, I noticed it when I was in the restroom at the store. That's why my pants are so wet. I accidentally peed myself, but before that I fainted..." Then I remembered... It's the box!
Well, I think it's a box--more of a machine. It must have turned me into a girl." I started
squeaking. "I don't even remember where it is." I began squeaking even more.
"What's wrong with your voice? Why are you squeaking?"
"I don't...[Squeak]" I stop talking.
"Jamie, your voice sounds like a little girl's voice now," said Jessica. I started crying again, but this time I sounded like a little girl crying. I ran to my room and jumped on my bed, hiding under my blanket.
"Jamie!" Mother yelled, running up the stairs after me. "Please come back here sweetie."
"No! I'm not leaving this bed!"
"If you don't, we won't be going to the special place I was planning on going to."
"I don't care, I don't wanna go anywhere if I have to look and sound like a girl."
"Not even if it's ChuckECheese?" That made me jump up from underneath her covers.
"Mommy, we never go there."
"We are now."
"Well, I am not going." I went back under my covers. "If I have to be a girl, that is. All my friends will notice me."
"No, they won't even notice you."
"Yes, they will." I got out of the covers again. Mother looked at me and started laughing.
"Sorry sweetie, but you won't be noticed at all."
"Yeah, they will--you and Jessica noticed me."
"You don't look like a male anymore. Your face has changed and now appears more feminine." I
jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom mirror. The next thing I knew, I screamed a
girlish scream. I now officially looked like a girl. Jessica came into my room where Mother was.
"I heard we are going to ChuckECheese." She was so excited. "I found this beautiful dress for Jamie.
"Nuh uh, I am not wearing a dress."
"Please Jamie, for me, your big sister. I have the same looking dress. We could both look like twin sisters tonight." I thought for a while.
"Okay, I will wear a dress." I shrugged. "But I won't like it."
"Yay!" Jessica was so thrilled. I took the dress, stared at it for a minute, and slowly put it on. "I'm scared. I have never worn a dress before."
"You look so cute in it," Mother said, moving around me. "Do a little spin for Mom."
"Mommy!" I protested. Mother looked at me with the expression that bothers me. It's like a stun
ray or something. I sighed. "All right, Mommy. I spun in a circle a few times. But something in my mind triggered and I wanted to do it again. "Mommy, I am so cute."
"Oh sweetie," Mother said, giving me a hug. "Are you willing to be a girl?" I stared at myself in the mirror.
"Not really, but if I have to be a girl, I want you and Jessica to be happy."
We got to ChuckECheese and I was apprehensive. "Mommy, there are many kids in there, and some of them are my friends."
"That's okay, sweetie, they won't even notice you, as I said before, you don't even look like a boy."
anymore. You are more feminine." We all stepped into the restaurant, me holding my mom's
hand. I must have looked shy because I was hiding behind Mom the whole way into the building as we found a seat. The waitress walked over and started getting our order.
"Did you know today is girls night?" We give all the girls 20 free tokens to have as much fun as they want." She handed us both the free tokens. I was so overjoyed that I smiled with excitement.
"Mommy, now I'm glad I am a girl."
"Go ahead and have some fun while the pizza is being made." My sister and I ran off to the
arcade. I accidentally bumped into my best-friend Tony.
"I'm sorry Miss..." Tony looked at me with wide eyes. "Jamie?"
"Jamie, please come out," Mother said, standing outside the girls' stall.
"No, I won't," I cried."My friend Tony knew it was me all along."
"I know you're upset, but it doesn't mean you have to hide from it."
"I hate it. I hate being a girl!"
"Jamie, being a girl isn't so bad."
"It is, if you know someone who knew you used to be a boy."
A lady in the stall next to me came out and stared at my mom in disgust. "You gave your son a sex change? You're disgusting!" She scowled and left the room.
"I did not give her a sex change!" Mom yelled back. She glanced back at the stall. "Please come out, Jamie. The pizza's almost ready." Jessica came into the room.
"Mom, Tony wants to see Jamie."
"Tell him, I don't wanna see him," I came out of the stall.
"Jamie," Jessica put her hands on her hips. "He said he wasn't going to pick on you, he just wants to see you." I sighed.
"Fine, but if he picks on me, I am staying in the car until we leave."
We stepped out of the girls restroom. Tony was standing outside waiting. I saw him and quickly glanced down at the floor. "Hi Tony," I said softly.
"H-Hi Jamie, He appeared surprised. "Can we talk in private?" He asked Jessica and Mom. They
both left. Tony and I started walking. "Jessica told me that you were accidentally turned into a girl. Is that true?"
I started to cry.
"Oh Jamie, don't cry. I am not trying to pick on you."
"I know that, I just don't wanna be a girl." We went outside the restaurant to talk.
"You know, your school project will be a lot easier now." We both laughed.
"Yeah, but which one should I choose as the topic?"
"Hmm... excellent question. Tony looked puzzled. "At the time Mr. Johnson asked us, you were a boy. Now that you're a girl..."
"Don't remind me."
Tony looked me up and down. "Jamie," he started blushing. "You're attractive."
"Oh thanks," I said with a smile. "You think so?"
"Yeah. By the way, I won't treat you any different. We're still best friends, even if you are now a
girl."
I started playing with my hair.
"Can you be my girlfriend?" He asked after a short pause.
"Wait, you want me to be your..."
"If you want."
"Yuck!"
"Oh, you think I have cooties?" I started laughing.
"No. The reason why I said that is--" Just then, a big white van came screeching towards Tony and me. I didn't have much time to run before a man got out and took me inside.
"Help!" I yelled. Another man got a cloth and put it over my face. It smelled unpleasant, and then I fainted.
Tony ran back into the restaurant. He raced over to Jessica and Mom. "Mrs. Jacobs! Jamie was kidnapped!"
"SHE WHAT!" Mrs. Jacobs cried.
The whole restaurant heard the news, put the place on lockdown, and immediately called the police.
A few minutes later: In a small warehouse on the other side of town, I finally woke up and was confused. I looked around and saw that I was in a tiny room with no windows.
I started to cry. "Let me out of here!" I screamed. There was nobody around. I tried the door. For some reason, the door was unlocked. I walked out slowly, and I looked all around and started to
find a way out of the building. I didn't go far when a man encountered me.
"Hey you!" He yelled. I started running. I ran to a hallway and tried my best to find another door. Hoping it was the right one out. I got trapped between him and the end of a hallway.
Déjà vu, I cried. I knew I wasn't able to get away from him.
"Come on, girl," he said. He grabbed me and brought me to another man. "Hey, Lewis! She attempted to get away."
Lewis went over to me. "I see. Well, we will have to teach her a little lesson... Strip her and lock her in a different room. And make sure it's locked before you go."
I was taken to another room, and the men forcefully ripped off all my clothes, including my underwear.
I was standing nude in front of all of them crying my eyes out.
At the restaurant, the police were in back interviewing Tony.
"...Then the next thing I knew, a man in a white van took her away."
"Did you notice a license on the van?" An officer spoke to him.
"No, I was too scared," Tony frowned and stared at the ground. "Sorry."
"That's okay, son, you tried your best." He then went over to Mrs. Jacobs. "Do you have a recent
picture of her?"
"I don't," she says. But I have a picture of her twin brother that died a year ago," she lied, looking through her purse for a picture of boy me.
"We can always sketch her," the officer said, taking the picture of me.
At the warehouse, I sat naked in the room. I was so embarrassed. The men took my clothes and
locked the room. All I could do was cry. A video camera watched me constantly.
If I moved one way, it followed me. If I moved down, it followed me back.
"What do you want from me!" I yelled into the camera. Of course there wasn't any answer.
An hour later, I was laying on the floor. I was so bored that I fell asleep. I was asleep for about
ten minutes when I woke up hearing sounds of keys opening the door. When the door opened
up, I ran out as fast as possible. The man caught and restrained me.
"Just for that, you don't get dinner." He said, taking the tray of food back with him and locking the door. I started bawling. I never got to have pizza at ChuckECheese, and play in the arcade. I went to the door and listened. I could hear a TV. The news was on.
"We have an Amber Alert at this hour. Eight year old Jamie Jacobs was kidnapped about an hour ago from a local ChuckECheese. A witness reports he saw a man take her into a white van." The reporter said on the television. "Restaurant video cameras have this video that might help us look for little Jamie. Here is a sketch of Jamie."
I pouted. "Shit, now all my friends know I'm a girl."
The man from earlier returned to the room. "My boss told me I should still feed you," he growled. "But because of the latest time you tried to escape, he wants you in the same room as us. We will have to tie you up."
"Great, now I have to be in the same room as them, and naked as well," I thought.
They tied me up to a chair and took my picture. I started to cry.
"Hey, we saw your picture on TV and thought you needed a picture instead of a sketch." They all laughed.
At the Jacobs home, Mom and Jessica were sitting with the police, waiting for a phone call from the kidnappers.
"How do you know they will call--they don't even know our phone number," said Jessica.
"More likely they asked your sister for the number." One officer spoke.
"I really hope so." Jessica cried.
The next thing they knew, the phone rang. Mom answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello Mrs. Jacobs," a man said over the speaker. "Your daughter is fine, but we want something from you."
"What do you want?"
"We want Twenty Million American Dollars sent to a Swiss bank account."
"Twenty Million Dollars?" She started crying. "We don't have that much."
"And every hour that we don't have the money, your daughter will be beaten... Kapeesh?"
"I understand," Mom sobbed.
"What the hell are all these police cars in front of our house doing?" Our dad came into the
house after a long day at work. Of course, I didn't know he did, because I wasn't home.
"Sir, your daughter was kidnapped," a police officer mentioned to him. Dad had a worried expression on his face and stepped into the living room to sit down. He looked at Mom and Jessica.
"Wait! Jessica is right here!" He said. "She's not kidnapped."
"Mr. Jacobs, your other daughter was kidnapped," the officer explained to him. Dad was
confused.
"I don't have another daughter. I have one son, and one daughter."
"You had a son, now you have two daughters," Mom explained.
“How can I have two daughters? We have always had one girl and one boy!” dad yelled.
“Please give me a chance to explain,” mom cried.
“No need to explain,” dad yelled, while getting up from the couch. “I knew that naming our son, a girls name, was a bad idea.”
“Jamie is a gender neutral name. It can be used as both genders. I know Jamie is more of a girl name, but now it actually fits her.”
“Him! Stop calling our queer son a girl. If he wants to be one, I don't want to be here.”
He stormed out of the house and got in the car.
“If you all want to see me again, he better stop acting like a girl and more like the boy, he really
is!”
“But honey...”
Dad sped away. You could still hear his car for a few blocks. Mom stood at the end of the
driveway. You could see her sobbing.
"Mrs. Jacobs..."
"Call me Joslyn." Mom was crying.
"Okay, Joslyn, it is. But for the record, we have to use your last name. Anyways, we have to get back to helping your daughter. She is in serious trouble." The police officer was studying at
a few papers that were just handed to him. "We got a trace on the call that just came in." It is located...” He glanced at the papers and back at mom. “at the police station?”
At the warehouse, I sat with the kidnappers watching TV. One guy wanted to watch sports. I
wasn't interested. I wanted to watch another show. I hated sports, which is weird, because I used to love watching them. That was a few days ago when I last saw one watching it with my dad. Of
course it was also when I was a boy.
"I wanna watch Horseland," I cried. I didn't understand why I wanted to watch the show. I never
wanted to watch it before. But for some reason, I wanted to watch it now.
"Horseland is for girls," the man yelled back. "Now shut up!" I sat there crying. I was still tied
up. It was better in the room. At least I could move around if I wanted to. But on the chair tied
up, I couldn't even budge.
In another part of the room, I could see a man looking at pictures. He had one hand in his pants.
Not exactly knowing what the pictures were of, but I can tell they were pictures. Mom has a few
pictures in an album of us when I was little. If I could slap my face, I would. Why? Because I am little. Sometimes I don't think.
I saw Louis walking out of a room. It looked like the room I was in earlier. But I could see a desk. He didn't look pleased.
"It looks like one hour has gone by since the phone call," he said. Then he took out a pocket knife
and opened it up. I gazed at it in horror. He went up to me and cut my cheek. "That's barely a scratch, imagine what it would be like when it's another hour."
I screamed and I was crying really hard. I didn't want more pain.
"I want my Mommy!"
"Shut the hell up, little girl!" Louis looks over at the man with the pictures. “Jimmy, what the heck are you doing?” He walks over to him. “You sick pervert!” He takes the pictures from Jimmy and throws them across the room.
One landed next to me. I looked down and noticed they were pictures of me naked. The same ones they took earlier. I started to cry.
Louis took Jimmy and went to another room. “If I see you doing something that perverted again,
I will cut off...” That's all I could hear him say, since he slammed the door behind him.
I sat in the room. I was still crying, but at least the man watching TV was nice enough to change the set to a cartoon. It wasn't the greatest cartoon, since it was in black and white, but I enjoyed watching something other than sports.
It was some old cartoon called Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. It was a bit boring, since it was a silent picture, but I watched it.
At the police station, the police found the phone being used. They dusted for fingerprints. They came up with nothing. It was going to be a long night for them. One good thing they did manage to find was on their security camera. It pointed out the window recording the driver and the license plate number of the car he was driving. They automatically check the license.
"The license plate is a Minnesota license with 370H55V written on it." They checked it out on the computer.
"We have the location, but that's a car reported stolen only a few days ago."
Without speaking, they both sat there trying to figure out the complicated mystery.
"Wait! What if we checked all houses and warehouses in the area of the stolen cars owner? They must be there somewhere."
Back at the warehouse, I found a way to get out of being tied up. The man in the room
was asleep. I managed to sneak by and run to a near by room. "Yes! There's a window!" I went
over and tried to open it. It was really hard for me to push it open. Besides, I was on the second
story window. "If I jump, I would get hurt, and I am naked as well." I don't want to run around the city with no clothes on." I knew I might get caught any minute, so the next thing I thought of was to write a message on a sheet of paper and drop it out the window. "Ah, an envelope with an address of this building. I will write on this and throw it out. Hopefully someone will find it."
I finished the letter and threw it out the window, just in time, because the sleeping man caught me.
"She's trying to escape!" He yelled.
Another man ran over to me and put a cloth filled with chloroform over my face. I
blacked out.