Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2007 23:45:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rebel Doll <rando1000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hellen's Reign Part One, TG

Hellen's Reign
By Rachael


This is the tale of the strangest life I`ve ever known... my own.


Chapter One:

My name is Christy Hammond. I was born on February 23rd, 1981 in Denver,
Colorado to Stuart and Rachael Hammond. I was 4 weeks pre-mature. That led
me to be small in stature my entire life. I grew up normal, besides my
size. I was an only child and my parents always seemed to be happy and that
reflected onto me. My earliest memories are always of happiness and
contentment.

When I was about 4, we moved to Seattle, Washington. We loved the mountains
and the light showers and going to the harbor. I loved the boats and the
ocean. The first year went great. We lived in a nice house just outside of
the city. It was near the harbor and it was a great neighborhood. My dad
worked in the city as an ad-executive for a big company and was always gone
during the week, but was home at night and on the weekends. I guess that he
made enough that my mother didn't have to work, but was very involved in
the community and insisted that I go everywhere with her. I remember being
very close to her and how kind and gentle she was with me. I was never the
rough, mean, dirty little boy most men were as a kid. I always seemed to be
interested in what my mom was doing and I imitated her. Although I did love
both my parents very much and felt loved by both, I favored my mother. This
made me pretty androgynous from my earliest age, and it didn't help that I
was so small either. I never was one for sports and playing outside (except
for helping my mom in the garden). I normally helped around the house and
went with my mom to all of her errands. Reflecting on this, I had happy
child-hood...until the Christmas Eve of 1986.

My dad was off from work for the holidays and he and I were helping with
the last minute Christmas dinner preparations. My mom had driven to the
grocery store to get some things she had forgotten for dinner and Christmas
day. I remember my dad starting to worry when after a few hours had past,
and my mom had not come home yet. He kept pacing and walking from the
kitchen to the front door, anticipating my mother's arrival. About 5 hours
later, all the food was cold and I just wanted to know where my mommy
was. About that time, the phone rang.

The phone call that would tear our world to shreds.

My dad answered and I waiting next to him, staring up at him, waiting to
for any news. And news we got! All I remember was my dad saying "no, NO!"
and then he dropped to the floor and starting crying harder than anyone I
had ever seen. It hurt me to see my dad cry so hard. I just kept asking
"What, What's wrong daddy?"

"She's gone Chris. Mommy got in a wreck, she's gone."

"No! Mommy, No!"

This is what I always refer to as the dark times. I only memories I have of
after my mother's death, is of wondering where she was, waiting for here
near the front door, and lots of crying.

The day of the funeral, I just remember sadness, and lots of black. She was
a much loved woman and everyone came to pay there respects to her. I just
stood next to my dad, staring at the casket she was in. It was closed the
entire time. People were very supportive, but you do not know the pain of
great loss until you experience it.

My dad took time off to greave, and he and I moved to San Francisco. The
rain and the memories of my mother were too much to bear to stay in
Seattle. When my dad had to go back to work, he seemed to be different.  He
was still loving and caring to me, but he seemed sad deep down but would
show it. I would stay home with Ann, the babysitter and our neighbor, while
my dad worked. I would try to help Ann around the house, trying to get back
into the routine I had before. We had one bedroom in our new condo that we
just used for storage. I seemed to spend much a lot of my time in the spare
room, going through my mom's things. Most of the time, I just got one of
her sweaters, that still smelled like her, and cuddled up with it on the
floor and cried, or stared at the floor. I kept a few of her pictures and
things to remind me of her. I even asked my dad if I could grow my hair
out. I told him I wanted hair like mommy. He told me if that's what I
wanted, but mostly girls have long hair. I told him I didn't care about
that.

Dad seemed to try to keep me as happy as possible, considering all that had
happened. I tried to return the favor. When he would come home from work
and Ann went home, I would heat up his food, take his shoes off for him,
get us both to bed at night, and up in the morning. At school, the other
boys were so mean to me. They called me a sissy, a girl, and made fun of my
small size. Some of the older kids were worse, by talking about my dead
mom, and how great their mom was. I would just run away crying. That made
matters worse and even the girls seemed to refer to me as feminine and
girly. This made me want to be alone. After my first year in Cali, I seemed
to hate all the kids, and I spent all of my time at home playing, helping
around the house and helping my dad. My hair had grown past my shoulders. I
had to tie it back in a ponytail at school, but at home I let my hair down
and sometimes even let Ann play with my hair and style it. We had gotten
into the routine of everything, until SHE changed everything.


Chapter Two:

It was summer vacation of 1988. It was a year and a half after my mom had
passed. We had seemed to be back on our feet emotionally. School had just
let out a week before and Ann and I were watching TV when my dad came
home. I noticed first off that I heard two sets of voices as my dad
unlocked the door to come in. He brought home a woman. Her name was Hellen
Becker. I was immediately drawn to her beauty and her strong presence and
grace. She seemed to just float through the room like she owned it all, and
her femininity radiated from her. My dad introduced her to Ann and me. He
went on to say how they met at a conference and hit it off afterwards, and
spent the rest of the day together. I remember Ann whispering into my ear,
"Looks like he found someone new." Hellen came to me and shook my hand and
said "Happy to meet you Chris. I like what you've done with your hair." Ann
told her how she did it because she was bored and wanted to have some fun
and that it is reversible. Ann had put my hair into pig tails.

I started to notice that she was at our house a lot more and more. We were
constantly going out with Hellen and doing things, or staying at home. I
also seemed to spend more time with Ann, even though she was 16 and I was
only 7, she was the only friend I had. She had even gone so far as to put
make-up on me a few times, but when my dad got home I would wash it off in
fear of what he would say or do. But he never said or did anything. He was
so wrapped up in Hellen and his job.

After summer vacation had ended and Ann and I both went back to school, it
seemed that Ann had to spend more time doing school work and less time
babysitting me. Then one night, my dad and Hellen told me that she was
moving in and that I didn't need a babysitter anymore. Hellen had decided
to take some time off of work and that she would be taking care of me and
my dad. At first I thought things would go back to how they were when my
mother was still alive. She was a great at first. She would help with my
school work when I was put into advanced classes at school. She would make
great food and I even help with that and around the house. Hellen would
always tell me how pretty and petite I was and call me her "little helper".
That, for some reason, made me happy when she said such things. She would
even bathe, and wash and style my hair for me. I noticed she would use her
shampoo and conditioner and bubble bath, so I smelled like her all the time
too. This caught on at school and I was made fun of even more, but didn't
care about school life except for my grades. For school, Hellen would pull
my hair back in a pony tail for me.

Just before winter started, my dad and Hellen told that they were getting
married and she would be my new step-mom and I should call her "mommy" from
now on. Everything after that seemed to go by so fast. On the day of the
wedding, I realized that Hellen had to come from a big rich family.
Everything was so extravagant and she had so much family there to pinch my
cheeks and say how cute I was and welcome us to the family. I remember how
beautiful and happy Hellen looked, and how my dad seemed to finally smile
for real since my mom had died.

After the wedding, we moved into a big house outside of the city and away
from my school and Ann. I was put into a private school that catered to
advanced learning kids. So it was like going to school with a bunch of kids
that got picked on, so who was there left to pick on you?  I did miss Ann
though. Hellen seemed to take the house wife situation as before, but
instead of helping around the house for fun before, I was told to and given
more things to do after my school work was finished. Since we live outside
of the city, it seemed that dad was never home because he was either at
work or in between. His work was now further away and on top of that, he
also had to work more to pay for the new house and all the new things we
bought to fill it. When he was home, he was so tired and just wanted to
eat, shower and sleep. I would still try to help him when he got home but
Hellen would say that that was a job for his wife and that I needed to
finish my homework and chores. Hellen told me I can bathe my self and wash
my own hair now, but she still styled my hair for me. She even had me start
helping with the laundry, dishes, cleaning the house and changing the
sheets. It seemed the more I had to do, the less she did. Even though she
was a house wife, she would still dress her self and prepare herself in the
morning like a business woman. Even her casual clothes she wore around the
house seemed pretty and feminine. I had gotten so comfortable doing my
chores that it was just part of my normal life. I knew how to do all the
chores to Hellen's liking and specifications by heart, that it still seemed
that it was her doing everything with her ever so feminine touch, but it
was me.


Chapter Three:

One day while I was folding Hellen's laundry on her and my dad's bed, I
noticed how different but yet beautifully feminine her underwear was. I was
looking at pair of her light green, lace, and satin panties when she walked
in.

"See anything you like?

"Hi mommy, I was just looking at your undies and how much they are
different from mine."

"Well these panties are for anyone that wants to feel pretty and wear
pretty, soft and comfortable things."

"So these are more comfortable than mine?"

"Oh yes, they are much more comfortable, and maybe if you are a good and do
all your chores and do well in school, you can have some nice pretty
panties like mine of your own."

"My "panties" are uncomfortable and they don't make me feel that way, but
you normally do by telling me I'm pretty."

"Yes, you are pretty doll face and I think of you almost as my
daughter. And if you don't like your "panties", we'll get you some new ones
if it will make you happy.  I want my baby to be happy. If you're happy,
then so is mommy. Don't you want you and mommy to be happy Christy?"

"Yes I do."

"Then I'll see what I can do, but you have to keep up your grades and keep
up with your chores and make mommy happy that way first."

"Don't we want daddy to be happy too?"

"Yes Christy, daddy is happy at work."

I now know that what she was doing to us and for herself, but at the time I
was oblivious. I later found out how controlling and manipulative she
was. She had been raised spoiled and rich and lazy, so it is only suiting
that when she got older, she became a gold digger. She was telling my dad
how much she loved him and undoubtedly doing sexual favors for him to keep
him in control. On top of that, she had me doing all the work around the
house that a house wife is suppose to do for her while she just lived off
of my dad's money. She was also not telling my dad that I was doing ALL the
chores and thought she was a picture perfect housewife, and I thought of
nothing but pleasing my dad and my new mommy and she knew this; and she
used it against me. It was all about Hellen at that point.

Hellen would also take me shopping with her, and to run her errands. When
she would go shopping for clothes, she started saying that she didn't want
to run all over town for clothes, and that if I wanted something, I would
have to shop where she went. Un be-known to me that I was wearing girl's
clothes. She began by buying me panties and just saying that I needed more
comfortable underwear and I had earned them. She also bought me pants and
shirts and shoes. All of them looking uni-sex, but some of the shirts had
Care Bears and My Little Pony on them. The kids at school didn't care, but
some of the girls commented on how cute I looked. When my dad began to
notice, he asked Hellen where she was buying my clothes, and said that they
looked a bit girly; Hellen lied and said that I picked them out. Granted
that I didn't mind my new clothes, by I didn't pick them out. When she was
shopping for her self, she would hold something up and ask me if I liked
and how it looked. If I liked it, she would say things "they might have it
in your size." She even went as far as to buy me some night gowns to sleep,
remarking that I had nothing to sleep in and that plenty of boys wear night
gowns. She would always get me ready for bed after my dad had gone to
sleep, so it was if he never saw, and I woke up after he had gone to
work. Things only got worse from there.

One day, Hellen was in my parent's room painting her nails. I had gone in
there to find out where the smell was coming from. I remember the smell,
and followed it like a moth to the flame. Hellen was watching some soaps.

"What are you doing?"

"Touching up my nail polish sweetie, have you finished with your chores?"

"Yes mommy. Why are you painting on your nails?"

"To make them prettier. Would you like me to paint your nails doll face?"

"Yes please."

"Okay, do you like red?"

"Yeah, it's pretty."

She painted all of my fingers and toes a deep red about 3 times, then told
me to wave my hands in the air while she blew on my toe nails to dry. She
said now that she had done mine, that I had to help hers dry too. From then
on, she would paint my nails and I had to blow dry her nails.  She had made
a remark that the little blond hair on my body looked funny with my nails
and insisted that I start showering instead of bathing, and when I do, use
hair remover cream on my body before I shower. The first time was weird. I
didn't have much, if any, body hair anyways, do to my age, but it felt
different to be hairless. By this time, it was summer again, and I started
to wear flip flops as well. When my dad would come home, he would look at
me and say things like, "I hope you grow out of this" or "what has your
step-mother done to you boy?" With my hair now down my back, and having
Hellen dress me and tell me what to shower with, I often was referred to as
a girl or "you have such a cute daughter."

To make matters worse, she threw out all my old boy underwear and a lot of
my old clothes, saying that I didn't need those old things and if I wanted
to be pretty like her, she would get me new clothes. This also spread into
other things I had. She changed my sheets to girly colors and fabrics, had
my hair cut in a feminine style, and even had me go in to get my ears
pierced. I would get confused at this until I would see a picture of my mom
and how she looked, and I resembled her in a way, which made me happy. My
dad noticed it as well. He said to me one day,

"You know Chris, you look like your mom when she was your age, and I have
some photos if you want to see. Now, I don't know what your step mother is
doing to you, making you look like a little girl. Do you like how you look
Chris?"

"Yes daddy, if I look like mommy, then I love it."

"But mommy was a girl and you are a boy. Boys don't normally wear girl's
clothes son"

Hellen buts in, "Oh Stuart, it's all in good fun. If Chris wants to wear
pretty clothes, let him. You mind as well favor him as he is now, because
you know once he hits puberty, he won't wear this stuff anymore and he'll
have more testosterone than we can handle. And besides, he's not hurting
anything. He is probably the most well behaved boy we know."

"I suppose you're right hun, as long as he's happy and not getting into
trouble. I just hope that this doesn't affect him down the road in life."

"I'm sure it's just a phase. If anything, it will help him appreciate women
more and make him more self reliable. You know he helps so much around the
house."

"Well maybe we should get him to interact with some other children."

"Nonsense. He's much too small and frail. You know how the other boys pick
on him and threaten him. He's safe and sound here with me and is happy that
way, right Christy?'

I remember looking at her, then my dad. Then remembering how mean the kids
were to me and that I was safer at home and that I did like being around
Hellen. I just replied," Yes mommy."

By the end of the summer, my parents thought it was best for me to be home
schooled at that point stating that I wasn't learning what I should. I know
got to sleep in a little longer, but as soon as I awoke, I had to get my
self up and ready, put on what ever outfit Hellen wanted and have her do my
hair. I then did all my school work, gave it to Hellen to approve then we
sent it off to the school through mail to be graded. It was mostly self
taught courses. I was now doing middle school work at my age, and I wanted
to try to graduate high school by 14. After my studies, I did my chores,
then I would help Hellen with what ever she asked, and in our spare time,
she would paint my nails or play with my hair, or we would go shopping.
That became our life. Dad got promoted finally and started going to out of
town to train other bosses. This was sad that now my dad wasn't home even
more so than before. It seemed that we had more money though, or should I
say Hellen had more money now. She seemed to want to spend every penny my
dad had.

Hellen and I started going to a beauty shop and Hellen would refer to me as
her daughter.  By this time, I was wearing girl's jeans, baby tee shirts,
shoes, panties, and shirt slips. Hellen and I always smelled like the same
perfume and shampoo. I would wear young girl's jewelry, and always had my
nails painted. Hellen would go as far as to put a little bit of make-up on
me when she did hers.

One day that it snowed, I remember crawling into bed with Hellen in my
nightgown to be warm. She told me we had to go into town to get some
groceries in fear that the snow might get worse. I remember telling her I
didn't want to go out because it was too cold.  She told me a secret that
women do to be warm is to wear pantyhose under there pants to keep there
body temperature and stay warm. So, I ran and got my clothes then went back
into her room. She had been warming up the shower. She said I needed to be
sure and have no hair on me so that I could wear the pantyhose. In the
shower, we did our normal hair removal and washed up, then got out and
moisturized. Once I had my panties and shirt slip on, she helped me with
the brown pantyhose. I remember the feeling of them on my legs for the
first time. I began to feel envious that women got to wear things like that
all the time. After they were up and around my waist, I put on my jeans and
socks over them, then my shoes. I put on a cute sweater and a fluffy coat
and we left. During our shopping, Hellen said that if I like the pantyhose,
she thought I should get some more pairs so that I could stay warm through
out the long winter. We also bought tights, leggings, fluffy socks, and
flannel nightgowns along with some very feminine sweaters.  I would then
run around the house in leggings, socks, a big sweater, and my hair up in a
hair band. By this time I had also gotten very involved in reading books
for pleasure. I didn't care much for TV or the radio, but I did like the
music that my dad played which were oldies. Hellen and I in our quiet time
would sit by the fire and read until it was time to go to sleep.

My dad got a month off work to be home for Christmas and New Years. He knew
it was a hard time of the year for him and me and wanted to be there the
entire time. We had an awesome Christmas. I got some new books, clothes, a
bike (also a girls), and a few other do-dads. Once my dad had gone to bed
that night, Hellen came into my room with one more present. I turned on the
light to see her holding a pink wrapped box.

"You forgot a present Christy."

"What is it?"

"It's a secret, just open it."

I shredded the paper and opened the box to find a light green lacy dress.

"This is a present from me. You can wear it, just not in front of your dad,
not yet. Do you like it?"

"Oh Hellen, I love it! Thank you so much."

"Please, call me mommy."

"Okay mommy", hugging her, "I love you so much!"

"I love you too Christine."