Royal Frills

I am me

I was once again back in the school uniform and wearing a dress. Granny came back to the institute and wanted to speak with Madame Criben. I was also told to come into the office so I could listen to the conditions that Granny had for me coming back. I know how hard it was for Granny to allow me to come back here. She hated everything about the Victorian Virtue Institute, and I know she did not want me to be there. I think it was for Granny's state of mind that she wanted to speak to Madame Criben.

"I do not want Prince Taylor here," she started. "He has told me in great detail what happens here and how the boys here are treated. The VVI does not offer support and love to boys who have gender identity problems or feel they are a gender that is betrayed by their body. You force boys to be sissies through manipulation, humiliation, and the fear of being punished. When Prince Taylor came to you because he was confused about his identity, you ignored him and told him that his thoughts did not matter."

"Prince Taylor is a sissy; we have experience showing boys who they truly are." Madame Criben tried to defend herself.

"That is totally rubbish," Granny responded. "The insitute deals with petticoat discipline, and this involves forcing boys to be sissies and babies. It has nothing to do with love, understanding, or support. Let me tell you that you did not help Prince Taylor one bit. It was Niki's grandmother who showed Prince Taylor the understanding and support he had not had since he came here. She allowed my grandson to wear boy clothes and decide himself."

"That is against school regulations."

"Who cares? The thing is that Prince Taylor tried being a boy again and was not comfortable being a boy. Prince Taylor may be transgender or a boy; who knows? The thing is that my grandson is the one who will decide his identity. He told me he wanted to come back here. My grandson has friends here. I am allowing this, but I will not allow things to be the way they were before. My grandson will not be punished if he does not comply with your so-called petticoat program. He will not be threatened or humiliated. He will not get medicine, hormones, or anything done to his body without telling him and his parents. My grandson will explore and discover his identity, and your job is to support him in finding who he is and not who you want him to be. Prince Taylor has a bodyguard, and the bodyguard will be reporting to me if my grandson is being mistreated as he once was."

Later, when I was in my room, I thought of how hard this was for Granny. I think Granny loved me so much that she would allow me to come back while keeping an eye on me to make sure I was happy and not being abused. As for me, I was happy . I felt as if I had won a victory, and it was funny seeing Madame Criben shaking in fear behind her desk when Granny gave her conditions. I could now discover who I was. I knew that I was not like other boys. I also knew I was not a girl. I did like being treated like a toddler. Maybe I didn't want to grow up. It was very confusing for me not knowing who I was , but I could smile because it was not my parents or the institute that would decide my identity. I would decide it.

Niki was also so happy that I came back. He confided in me that I was his first real friend, as no one ever understood him. I realised that Niki was in a different situation than I was. Niki admitted that he was always a sissy. In a way, Niki was lucky, as he knew who he was. Still, he had parents who did not love him and only had his grandmother. The VVI was a place where he could feel safe, be accepted, and be the person he wanted to be. My thoughts were disturbed when Niki told me he had something important to say to me. He told me that he did not fancy me or that he was not in love with me. He did not want to be my boyfriend. There was some silence for a bit, which worried him. Then I responded that we were best friends, and as he said once, we were sisters. Besides all that, I did not think that I was gay.

Social media had me as a gossip point once again. Someone took a picture of me in boy clothes when I was at Niki's grandmother's . I was now getting used to the media. They were good at speculating and coming to their own conclusions. According to some, I was rebelling against the institute , while according to others, I was now being forced to wear boy clothes. What could I do? I could only smile at it.