I spent fours years as a girl. Seriously. I was sent to an institution for emotionally disabled children and lived with 120 other kids. Somebody planted girls clothes under my mattress and as punishment I was made to dress as a girl. The s made me spend a week dressing and living as a girl. I became a living Barbie doll for all the girls. They had a special school on campus and I had to go o school in a dress. After the week ended I was allowed boys clothes. But it was short lived as once again there were girls loathes found in my room. This time I was dressed for two weeks. When more clothes were discovered it was an indefinite amount of time I would be living as a girl. I had to see the psychiatrist and he recommended that I continue to be treated as a girl. He interviewed me for 30 minutes and changed my life.forever. There is a lot more to be told but from that day forward I was a girl and would remain as a girl even after my discharge into a group home where I lived as a girl for another yer til I was ble to runaway. I was innocent and if the staff would have stopped to think about things they would have seen that I couldn't have done it. My status as an inmate there at that time was ccs. Close constant supervision. I wasn't allowed to be more than an arm length away from staff at any time unless I was in my room which if I was was locked from the outside. The only other time I was more than that was meal time and there were always staff present.

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