My New Life - A Wattpad Original

Prologue - Dad Leaves

Hi, my name is Jessie... well it was until just over a year ago. The new name I have lived by for the last year and a half is Amy, Amy Mae.

Very different to how things were.

I don't know where to begin, but I suppose like all good written works, beginning with the beginning seems to work fine. I was born on February 17th, 2007, that makes me 12 at the time of writing this. I am a student at an all-girls school in the south of England, one of the few still left around. The issue with an all-girls School is that before I came here, I was a boy.

My dad worked a lot, my mum died when I was little so there wasn't much to say about her here, but he raised me well, fed me, clothed me and home schooled me. Everything seemed like to me it was a normal upbringing for a person. I wasn't allowed out of the house and when we did go places, we had to travel in a car.

So, it is safe to say I haven't seen much in the way of socialism growing up, I think that is the word for it.
My dad worked for a department in social sciences, he was very much a distinguished member and earned a fair wage, I've been avoiding his name as I want to respect his privacy.

It's just how I was raised, but there was something about how he raised me in hindsight, that just wasn't right. You can believe me, or you can choose not to but because of how I was raised I was subjected to what is the most severe experiment since the so-called WW2 experiments. A gender swap, now this isn't just some forced to wear such and such this is a full 12-year-old having a GRS (Gender Reassignment Surgery) and then some. None of it was by choice.

My dad and I were working on one of his home schooling experiments when the first signs showed that he was preparing me for this when we started looking into the history of the housewife, and how feminization has developed over the years.

This subject when raised seemed very advanced for me at the time as I didn't quite grasp what he wanted me to gain but then we began more hands on lessons, one's I quickly became accustomed to as I was raised to respect his authority, and in return he gave me an allowance to spend on things online such as the latest games on my Xbox 360.

I wasn't allowed access to the internet on it in case I contacted people outside so my dad bought my things for me on it. The hands-on lessons were things like how to deal with friendships and break ups in a relationship.

I had a very strict and private upbringing and I guess some would find it cruel, but I again never knew any better. I would on a normal day have the schedule of waking up at 7:30 AM sharp, getting dressed.

Weighing and measuring myself and cleaning my room if I had any sort of mess. I would then usually go down to breakfast which my dad usually left on the side or in the microwave before work.

Take my medication and then... I haven't told you about that yet, had I? The medication... well we'll get to that soon. I would then have free time to read, have a sandwich for lunch and my first lesson was usually 1pm and the lessons ended around 8pm.

My dad would then quickly leave the house leaving me alone, well there was a house maid who for legal reasons would have to be in the house as my adult, but she didn't talk much to me. She was nice, I think.

One day around a year and a half ago I looked in the mirror and saw myself in the morning, my long almost comparable to the princess Merida from Brave's hair and it was past my shoulders when straightened, and also my rounded clean face, not equal on both sides, but hey, nobody has got the perfect face right?

I have freckles. I'm sounding like a stereotype but that's me, blue eyes and smallish ears. I was relatively tall I thought at the time around 5ft, I'm only a little taller now a year and half on at 5ft 4. I am relatively slim and that's due to my "horses' metabolism". Back to the story.

One day a year and a half ago, I can't remember much, and it hurts to try think but I remember waking up and going downstairs, this time however there was no breakfast, and that sucked as I refused to eat dinner the night before due to my first argument with dad about wanting to see a city because they sounded so exciting.

I go get my medication and take it and weigh and measure myself. But after that I go into the living room and that's it, I can't remember what happened, but I woke up in a hospital for a little bit with my dad and some doctors nearby. They are observing my private areas which feel, weird. My dad was by my side holding my hand. The only thing he was said was.

"Don't try to talk sweetie, just relax and let yourself rest, just go back to sleep, these people will look after you. I love you"

I did try to talk to him, but my throat was hoarse and dry, like when you sleep with your mouth open all night and you wake up with a dry throat. I can't remember if anything came out then but the next thing I knew it was a Sunday, I was coming around and trust me that must mean I was out like 3 days.

I was in a hospital room alone and keep in mind I'd never been outside my house except in my video games bought online by dad and old pictures. It was alien to me, like somewhere you'd see in a sci-fi thing and the smell was overbearing, strong stuff like what you would use to clean floors.

I remember sitting there for a short while before She walked in, my new
"mum". A person who was tall at around 5" 11", slim, and had a haircut that screamed 'I am better than you', shoulder length, straight and tucked behind the ears. The lady looked down at me in the bed, I'm still half doped up on drugs.

"Amy Mae?" she sounded like she has me confused for someone else I thought. But she also sounded like she knew me by that name.

"No, my name is J-" I managed to get out.

"It's okay Sweetie, I'm here for you. I'm so glad you're alright" this lady straight up walks over to me and hugs me and all of a sudden all of my senses wake up and scream in pain. Guessing the confusion took over me and it caused like a major overload of senses.

"It's alright Amy baby, I've got you" She continued,

"We'll be going home soon" she kissed me on the forehead and walked out of the room. I just looked around some more before concluding that I was dreaming. I went back to sleep, I wasn't dreaming. I wake up in a different bed, but this time things were different, it looked similar to home a well-kept double bed, wood like everywhere and I was sure I was in dad's room or something.

But then the lady walks in, I definitely wasn't dreaming. I begin to notice things about myself, like my 'bits' not being where they should be and my chest being really sensitive to the feel of the bedsheets. The lady sits on the bed, I am wearing a nightgown if you must know at this stage. She holds my hand and says that "dinner is at seven" and "I will speak to you later".

Dad was gone from here... he still is.