“Wakey wakey, Kylee,” Cassandra sang.
“What? Kylee?” Kyle muttered as he slowly woke up. “My name is Kyle.”
“Aw, you’re such a silly little girl.”
“Mom, stop-” Kyle said, sitting up and opening his eyes. His jaw dropped.
His mom was currently towering over him, but that wasn’t all. His stuff was all gone. Where his computer desk was supposed to be was an extravagant dollhouse. Scattered in front of the dollhouse were various dolls as well as clothes and accessories for the dolls. Where his TV stand should be, there was a toy kitchen set, complete with toy cookware and plastic produce. On the walls, his posters of video games and superheroes had been replaced with posters of princesses, fairies, and mermaids.
“Kylee, are you all right?” his mother asked.
“Uh…”
“Did mommy’s little princess have another accident?” his mother said. She threw back the comforter, which was now pink and patterned with flowers, as were the sheets. To Kyle’s shock, he was wearing a purple and frilly nightgown more appropriate for a little girl than a teenage boy. The new outfit, combined with how big his mom suddenly seemed, led Kyle to conclude that he was now the right size for it.
“Here, let me check.” Kyle’s mom helped him off the bed and lifted the front of his skirt, revealing princess-patterned training pants. To Kyle’s horror, the training pants were clammy and wet; he’d been so disoriented that he hadn’t noticed earlier. “Yep. Come on, sweetie, let’s get you cleaned up.” Kyle’s mom took his hand and led him into the bathroom.
“Time to take those off you,” Kyle’s mom said, removing the nightgown and training pants. When she did, Kyle discovered why his mom had been referring to him as a girl. His member was gone. He was now a she. That did explain also why her hair felt longer. What did Cassandra keep calling her? Kylee.
Kylee mutely did as she was told, climbing into the tub.
“Don’t worry, sweetie, potty training is tough. At least you didn’t make boom-boom,” her mom cooed at her. She began to carefully bathe Kylee.
Kylee sat in shock. Last night, she had been a teenage boy. Now, she was a preschool-aged girl. Even worse, her mom didn’t notice or didn’t even care. She had to say something to her mom, but what?