Bad boy to sissy baby

Part 8

A bit after I agreed to everything about mommy's many rules and conditions. I told myself that at least was boy again. Even if I was dressed as a sissy 5 year old boy in frilly dresses, tights and diapers. I thought that as much as I would have liked complaining about my current situation. At least it wasn't like when I was living with my parents.
When I was a teen boy of 14, I would often get myself in fights and arguments at school. This was because of the lack of attention my parents gave me and the mistreatment I received from them. I had no one to turn to or talk to about. I think I was honestly just sad and jealous. I was jealous of the attention and care other parents gave their sons. To be honest I was also a terrible student as well, always skipping classes and getting in detention. This behavior I had often lead to arguments with my parents. The verbal things they yelled at me hurt a lot.
Now for a better understanding to you the reader. I will explain a little bit more about my ex-parents.
My dad's name was Elliot-Jameson Moore. He was a 3/4 white 1/4 Mexican man. He was as white as you'd find them with his blonde hair. So yeah..... I'm an 1/8 Mexican but I consider myself full white due to how pale white I look. Anyway it's not like anyone would believe I'm an 1/8th not that I'm ashamed. I just don't have any real connection to the heritage. Nor have I tried to make a connection with my extended family. I mean how could I? I don't even know who they are. Anyway even if I told anyone I'm 1/8th Mexican they'd probably look at me and laugh at me. I don't blame them because I am white at this point.
I only figured out about my apparent heritage was because I heard my dad one time having a conversation with someone. It about how ashamed he was of his heritage and how he wished I hadn't born at all. It's all because of the hick racist town he grew up in that he thinks like that. The very people he grew up around treated him awful but that's no excuse for treating his own son like as he did.
But anyway I've veered off too much off topic. Point is my dad was not a nice person to me just as his father was to him. The cycle of generational trauma continued and he tried to pass it on to me. I was just a bag of money to him. So yeah...... I hope you don't mind I get off track easily.
On to my mom her name was Beatrice-Rose Moore(née Johnson)she an ash brown haired lady with green eyes. She was full white unlike my dad. She like my dad didn't plan on having children when they married. So when I born I was not welcome. Apparently my mother thought she was simple gaining some weight during her pregnancy. She didn't think much of it. I didn't kick or anything in the womb. So when I was born my parents then had an argument about it. My mother would always disregard my feelings. Always blaming me for all her problems. One time she lashed out to me so badly that the teachers at school took notice. But I only kept my mouth shut due to fear.
Enough of them now, I sometimes get anxious thinking about them. Now as you already know my ex-parents only kept me because of the money they'd received from the taxes or military service benefits. So I was just seen as getting their yearly pay. But now I'm glad I'm no longer their son.
I was officially adopted my new mommy Alessa Russo eventually. It's like I was given another chance to live my childhood again.