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MidReal Story
The Girl I Want
Scenario:A mother named Nimue wants to change her son Radek into the daughter she always wanted to have. And so she comes up with reasons and situations why he should start wearing women's clothes, start wearing panties, and start acting like a girl.
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Radek
He is the son of Nimue,a mother who desires to have a daughter. He is cautious,curious,and conflicted. Radek discovers his mother's wish to make him a daughter and grapples with feelings of identity and vulnerability. He experiences embarrassment and excitement as Nimue begins dressing him in women's clothes and teaches him how to apply makeup. Radek struggles with his emerging sense of femininity and the impact it has on his relationships.
Nimue
She is Radek's mother,an unconventional and nurturing figure. She is determined,eccentric,and caring. Nimue desires a daughter and sees Radek as the perfect candidate to fulfill her dream. With unwavering conviction,she begins transforming him into a daughter by dressing him in feminine attire,teaching him how to apply makeup,and encouraging him to adopt female behaviors. Her actions create a complex mix of confusion,embarrassment,and acceptance in Radek's life.
Zosia
She is Radek's best friend and a sensitive soul. She is loyal,perceptive,and supportive. Zosia notices the changes in Radek's appearance and behavior but chooses not to confront him directly. Instead,she remains a steady source of companionship,offering subtle hints of acceptance through gestures like bringing him flowers. Her relationship with Radek provides a grounding influence amidst the upheaval of his transformation into a daughter under his mother's guidance.
My mother Nimue always wanted to have a daughter. And I was the only child in the family.
She tried several times, but all her attempts were unsuccessful.
And so she decided that I would be her daughter.
I don't know what prompted her to such a decision.
Perhaps she missed female communication and tenderness so much.
Or maybe she just wanted to dress me in her clothes, like a doll.
I don't know.
But one thing is for sure.
My life was about to change forever.
And I had no idea what was happening to me.
"Radek, come here please."
Mother's voice came from her bedroom.
I cautiously approached the door and peeked inside.
"Can I come in, mom?"
I asked softly.
"Yes, of course," she replied, smiling at me.
I took a deep breath and stepped inside.
I saw that my mother's bed was covered with various women's clothes, blouses, dresses, skirts, stockings, and panties.
"What's all this?" I asked her, looking around in confusion.
"I want you to start wearing women's clothes, Radek," she said, looking at me with a serious expression on her face.
"What? Why?!" I exclaimed in surprise.
"That's none of your concern," she replied, shrugging her shoulders.
"But mom…"
I tried to object.
"Just try it out," she said, handing me a pair of pink panties and a black bra.
I stare at the delicate pink fabric in her outstretched hand, my heart pounding against my ribs.
The bedroom feels smaller, stuffier, as if the walls are closing in.
Mother's smile doesn't waver as she steps closer, still holding the underwear.
I back away until I bump into her dresser, rattling the perfume bottles.
The sweet scent of her signature fragrance fills my nostrils.
My hands are trembling as I grip the edge of the wooden furniture.
She places the panties on top of the dresser beside me, her fingers brushing against my arm.
The touch makes me flinch.
I realize, in that moment, there's no turning back.
My mother's touch lingers on my arm as I stare at the pile of feminine clothes on her bed.
That's when I spot something peculiar—a corner of white paper peeking out from beneath a floral dress.
While she busies herself with another set of clothes from her closet, I inch closer to the bed.
My fingers brush against the silky fabric as I carefully slide the envelope out.
The words "For Radek's Eyes Only" are written in her flowing script.
I quickly stuff it in my pocket when she turns back around.
I edge toward the bedroom door while she continues pulling more clothes from her closet, muttering about finding the perfect first outfit for me.
The envelope feels heavy in my pocket, its edges pressing against my leg with each careful step backward.
When she bends down to check a lower drawer, I seize my chance.
"I need to use the bathroom," I say, my voice cracking.
She waves distractedly, comparing two blouses.
"Okay, just a minute."
I slip out into the hallway, closing the door behind me with trembling fingers.
The click of the latch sounds impossibly loud in the quiet house.
I lean against the wall, heart racing, knowing that whatever's inside the envelope could change everything.
I hurry down the dim hallway, my socks making barely a sound on the wooden floor.
The envelope crinkles in my pocket with each step.
I can still hear Mom humming as she continues sorting clothes in her room.
At my bedroom door, I fumble with the handle, my sweaty palm slipping twice before I get it open.
Inside, I slide to the floor, back against the door, and pull out the envelope.
The paper is thick and cream-colored, with Mom's elegant script spelling my name.
My thumb hovers over the sealed flap as her footsteps creak in the hallway.
With trembling fingers, I slide my thumb under the flap, hearing the paper tear.
Mom's footsteps fade down the hallway, probably heading to the laundry room.
I pull out a folded sheet of paper, the same cream color as the envelope.
The paper feels thick and expensive, like the kind Mom uses for special occasions.
My hands shake so badly I almost drop it.
The rustle of unfolding paper sounds deafening in my quiet room.
I smooth out the creases against my knee, recognizing Mom's elegant handwriting filling the entire page.
"Radek, if you're reading this, it means I've finally found the courage to tell you the truth," the letter begins.
I blink, trying to process the weight of her words, when my phone buzzes loudly on the floor beside me.
"Hey, you okay?" It's my sister's voice, concerned and a little breathless.
I stare at the elegant handwriting on the cream paper, my phone screen still glowing with her message.
The letter's weight feels heavier than the paper itself as I force myself to read past the opening line.
Mom's words flow across the page, explaining how she'd always dreamed of having a daughter to share clothes and secrets with.
My hands shake harder with each sentence about her plans for my transformation.
When I reach the part about her buying me my own wardrobe, I hear her footsteps returning.
I fold the letter quickly, tucking it back into the envelope as the doorknob turns.
I scramble to hide it under my pillow just as Mom bursts in with a large brown leather suitcase.
The hinges creak as she sets it on my bed, her movements quick and determined.
She unzips it, revealing neatly folded dresses, skirts, and blouses in pastel colors.
The clothes still have price tags attached.
When she pulls out a pink sundress, the fabric rustles against the other items.
My fingers grip the edge of my mattress as she holds the dress against my chest, measuring its fit.
"Mom, what is all this?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"It's your new beginning, Radek," she replies softly, her eyes searching mine for understanding.
"But why now?" I manage to say, my heart pounding in my chest.