Royal Frills

Aftershock

I finished the book that was written about me. My first reaction was to throw it across the attic and curse a few hundred times. The book revealed everything that I did not want the country and the world to know. They already would have seen that I now wore dresses and was treated like a girl. Now they knew that I was also treated like a toddler. The book even wrote that I wore a diaper. Not only this worried me, but the book was very negative. It said that petticoat treatment was dangerous and could be harmful. Did this mean that I would end up in some mental institution? I felt like this author was just trying to make money off of me. He wrote that this school wanted to humiliate me. His book is the most humiliating thing that ever happened to me! Why can't people just accept that I am happy here and that I honestly do not mind being a sissy? Why can people like this author not leave me alone?

The public's reaction to the book was one of shock. They seemed to believe everything that the book said. The public debated if I was forced to be feminine or if this was always a side of me. They debated why I wore diapers. Why treat a 10-year-old like a baby? Is this abuse? There was a lot of debate as to whether this would be bad for the monarchy. Would this petticoat treatment make me a bad king? Some people argued that, like many other boys, I most likely felt more like a girl than a boy. This should be respected. This place could not harm me if I already had the feelings. It seemed as if the country was split over whether petticoat treatment was abuse or not. People were also confused by all the commotion, as they thought I was already a better person and happier. This was all so hard for me. The whole country was talking about me, and they never met me.

I think one of the things that worried me most about the book was what was said about my mom. The book claims that my mother visited the institute before, so she knew it well. She also persuaded Blake's parents to send him here. It was my mother who wanted to send me here. So the question is, how much did she know about this place and want me to be a sissy? Does my mother want me to be her daughter? Did she not like me as her son?

Despite the book being the talk on everyone's lips, life went on at the institute. Madam Criben told us that we would soon be doing a fashion show. This was where we would decide what outfit we wanted to wear. The show would be done live on the internet, where viewers would vote on who they thought did the best job picking an outfit. Madam Criben advised us to remember colour coordination, how the clothes fit, and how they looked on us. The others were not so enthusiastic about doing a fashion show where the whole country would see us. Some boys complained about how embarrassing it would be, while others were jealous because they expected me to win. After all, I was a prince.

Niki was excited about the fashion show. He talked about how proud his grandmother would be. I noticed that Niki did not say a word about his parents. When I talked to Niki about the show, he was so positive. For him, it was not about who won but more about us having fun. This was a chance where we could find our own style and be the sissy that we wanted to be. It would also show the world that the institute was fun. We were not being mistreated. The show would show the world this.

Blake has another opinion. He said it was OK for Niki, as he is a born sissy. It should not be a problem for me, as the whole world has seen me in a dress. It was a problem for him, as he did not want to exhibit himself to the world. Blake was thinking about his old friends and family. They would think that he liked his new life as a sissy. They would think that he was happy to be here at the institute. Then Blake looked at me and said that it was my family's fault. It was my mother who convinced his parents to send me here. I could see that this was not the right time to speak with him.

Blake should not have been here. That was obvious. He was not a bad boy and did not have an ounce of femininity in his body. This was something that was forced on him and seemed to be punishment and humiliation. I did not know what to say or how to help him. Niki tried to cheer me up. He suggested that we dance. So we spent all our free time dancing to some music that we had on. We most likely looked like two crazy idiots. However, it was fun, and it took my mind off of things. It was as if I were flying on a cloud and feeling so free. I was like a bird in the sky. No one could hurt me or scare me.