Year Zero: Another Version of the Truth Chapters 46-End. (Patreon)

Chapter 46.

Taylor looked glum, but he should get used to it. He wanted to suck his thumb, but he didn't know how the 'other kids' would handle it.  He kept his thumb out of his mouth.  This was also one of the few times that he didn't have his doll Doris will him.  He had grown used to carrying her with him everywhere.

"Now listen, when you get to the school, someone will be waiting for you by the bus.  They will show you around and take you to your class.  They know you are new at the school."

"How will I know them?"  Taylor realized how stupid the question was after he asked it.

"They'll call your name.  My, you are nervous about your first day of school aren't you."

The bus came and Taylor got on with the other children.

"Have a great day!"  Yvonne called out as Taylor got onto the bus.

He took an empty seat and looked out the window.  The bus made many stops picking up children but eventually, it arrived at the elementary school.

As he left the bus, Yvonne was right, an attendant was there to show him around.  Taylor had assumed it would be an adult, but it was a student in the fifth grade who was sent to escort him to his classroom.

Entering the classroom, Taylor got the shock of his life.  He knew the teacher.  He had been having an affair with this person when all this began.  Taylor hadn't thought about her since then.

Even in her professional teacher's apparel, Taylor thought she was very sexy.  The U-neck of her blouse showed her ample cleavage and her long legs in heels couldn't be denied.  None of the children thought anything about how she was dressed, but the teachers appreciated her appearance: the male teachers anyway.

Seeing her, all those old feelings flushed back into Taylor's body.  His dick became erect inside his panties.  Not that anyone would have noticed, but the thickness of his opaque tights and the tightness of his skirt made his problem less noticeable.

"You must be Taylor," Miss Wegener proclaimed.   "I've heard a lot about you."

Miss Wegener knew that Taylor was new to the school and that he probably didn't have any friends here yet.  She wanted him to feel welcomed and she hoped that he would fit in with the other students.

"Taylor Honey, please sit over here,"  Taylor was the first student-directed to a seat.  Taylor smoothed the skirt behind him as he sat down.  He had done it so many times that he did it instinctively.  The feel of his skirt against his nylon-covered legs had been commonplace to him.  Yvonne seemed to enjoy keeping him in tights as often as possible.  She even liked to have him wear tights under his leggings on most occasions.

Taylor had to rise a bit to relieve the pressure in his panties caused by his stiff member.  It wasn't perfect but it was as good as he could do.

Taylor hadn't pleasured himself since this all began.  The stress of his situation combined with being forced to wear feminine clothing cooled his libido.  But now as memories of what he used to do with Kendra (Miss Wegener), he couldn't help himself.

Taylor couldn't get access to his dick. He was wearing a dress so he couldn't just put his hand down his pants and adjust it.  Not to mention that there was an extra layer of material in the way, his tights and he was wearing tighter underwear than a man would normally wear.  Taylor squirmed in his seat.

After all the students had been properly seated, workbooks were handed out and everyone made an inventory of their supplies make sure they all had brought what was needed for the school year.  Taylor checked his bag with all the other students and found the needed supplies, from pencils, to crayons, to scissors, and all the rest.

Taylor was still squirming.  He couldn't help himself.

Miss Wegener noticed Taylor's discomfort but obviously couldn't suspect what was happening.  She saw Taylor as just another little girl in her class.

"Taylor, do you need to use the lady's room?" she asked.

"Umm, I guess so."

"OK, here take this pass.  Helen, can you go with her, please?"

Apparently, in the third grade, or at least this third grade, children weren't sent alone to the bathroom.

The pair left the room.  Taylor was walking funny because of his condition.

Inside the stall, Taylor pulled up his dress and lowered his panties and tights, freeing his erect member.  He got some tissue and relieved his problem.  It didn't take long, he hadn't done so in a while, spraying into the tissue as he sat on the bowl.

Taylor made sure he didn't have to go in a conventional way, flushed the toilet, wiped his privates as he had been taught, returned his clothing to their proper state, and exited the stall.  Finally, he washed his hands the two returned to class.  Taylor was much relieved.

Chapter 47.

Now that his problem was relieved he could think.  Kendra might be his salvation.  Yvonne didn't know about her.  If he could convince her who he really was she could help him.  She was the only adult from his former life that he could talk to privately without Yvonne knowing.  Yvonne wasn't at the school, she was home.

Taylor would have to find an opportunity to speak to Kendra alone.  But first, he would have to think about what to say to her.  He would have to come up with things that only the two of them shared to convince her that what he was saying was true.  Taylor knew that as far as Kendra could tell he was a little girl like all the rest.  He would have to be convincing.  He would have to talk about the times they were together and the things that they did.  He didn't want to mention the sexual things, not initially anyway, that would be too much of a shock when it came from a person she thought was her student.

Taylor returned to his seat and opened his knapsack to get the pencils what whatnot that he needed. He found his dolly was in the bag with all his supplies.  It seemed he took Doris with him even to school.

As the work was easy, it was the first day of a third-grade class, Taylor had plenty of time to think about what to say.  He also needed privacy with Kendra when he told her these things.  He couldn't raise his hand and tell her while the class was watching.  That didn't make any sense.

Maybe he could tell her when they were supposed to be at recess or was having a snack?  Did third-graders stop and have a snack in the middle of class?  Taylor didn't know.  Maybe if he asked to talk to Kendra privately as if he was confiding that he was being abused at home.  He sort of was being abused so it wasn't really a lie.

Taylor wanted to talk to Kendra very badly, he couldn't on the first day or school.  He had to find the right time when he could talk to her privately.  He also had to think of the right words to convince her.  The day passed without Taylor distinguishing himself from any of the other students.  Until the time was right, he wanted to just fit in.

Chapter 48.

He would bide his time, but for the first time since this all began, Taylor had a little hope.  He smiled on the bus ride home.

Yvonne was at the bus stop waiting for him.  "How was your day?" Yvonne asked as they walked to their house.

"OK, I guess."

"Did you make any new friends?"

"No...not yet," Taylor said.  He thought that was what Yvonne wanted to hear.

"Great.  Do you like your teacher?"

The question startled Taylor for a moment.  Did Yvonne know about his and Kendra's relationship?  Taylor justified to himself to believe she didn't know.  If she knew that all hope was lost.  This would just be another cruel joke on him.  But he couldn't let himself think that.

"She's nice," Taylor said.

"OK."

"What did you learn today?"

"I was the first day, we were just going over-rules and stuff.  There wasn't much to learn."

"So you learned the rules."

"I suppose.  What's with all the questions?"

"Just asking about your day."

"Do you want me to say I was excited to be there?  That is was the best day in my life?"

"What's gotten into you.  I was just asking about your day."

Inside their home, Taylor returned to his room.  No one who saw it would think that his room wasn't decorated for a little girl.  There wasn't any hint that an older girl lived in this room, let alone an adult man.

Taylor slipped out of his Mary Janes.  He laid on top of his Paw Patrol comforter.  Looking down he could see his tights-covered toes.  They had been painted like his fingernails.  Yvonne kept his fingers and toes polished at all times.  He didn't even feel the earrings he wore anymore.  He wore them 24 hours a day.  He put his thumb inside his mouth and started to suck.  Now fully relaxed, he calmly started to plan what to do.

Laying on his bed sucking his thumb was the one activity that Taylor completely enjoyed.  His other activities: watching cartoons, dance practice, playing with other little girls, coloring with crayons, etc. he was required to do, but obviously didn't enjoy.

Taylor had to figure out a way to convince Kendra of who he really was.  He knew that he looked like a little girl to her.  That would be hard to overcome.  Talking about their sex life would be way too awkward.  He had to talk about the things that they shared.  He made a list.  Where he and Kendra met would be the first thing.  How he saw her on the street.  How he followed her to her office and made sure to be in the same elevator.  She was wearing a scarf with roses on it.  He told her he liked roses.  The scene went on and on.  Then he would tell about their first dates.  He couldn't write any of this down, Yvonne might see the list and ask about it.  So he went over and over so he wouldn't forget anything.  His thumb never left his mouth as he worked it all out in his head.

"Taylor, Ella's here.  She wants to play," Yvonne shouted out.

"Coming Aunt Yvonne," he answered.

His planning would have to wait.

Chapter 49.

The day had arrived for Taylor to tell Kendra who he was and plan his escape from his nightmare.  Taylor couldn't help but smile as he got ready in the morning.  Yvonne had laid out his outfit for the day.  It was a skirt and top combination with tights.  Yvonne always made sure that Taylor wore either a skirt or a dress to school with tights.  He would always wear shoes, usually Mary Janes, but sometimes sandals.

Taylor was acting the good little girl.  He went to the bathroom first to brush his teeth and then take a shower.  He followed that up by brushing his hair and doing his business.  He never forgot to wipe or to wash his hands ever after.  He knew what was expected of him.  He got dressed in whatever outfit that Yvonne chose.  He never asked to wear anything different on school days.  Then at breakfast, Taylor would always inquire if Taylor had finished his homework.  She knew he did, but she asked anyway.  Yvonne gave him his lunch box and escorted him to wait for the bus.  She would always wish him 'a great day.'  Then off to school with the rest of the children.

Taylor was used to the routine by now.  He didn't feel strange in his apparel anymore.  He entered the class, took a seat, and got to work.  He had to wait until it was time for recess to talk to Kendra.

Taylor raised his hand.  "Miss Wegener can I talk to you privately?" he asked.  "It's about what is going on at my house."

Taylor knew that those words would be taken very seriously by any professional teacher.

"Sure, Honey."

When Taylor and Kendra were alone, Taylor started to tell his story.  He knew that Kendra wouldn't believe him.  What person would?  A little girl explaining to a woman, that she was actually that woman's boyfriend.  Taylor first had to convince Kendra of who he was and then how he got this way.  Taylor couldn't possibly know how he happened, he only knew who did it.

"Kendra..."

"Miss Wegener."

"OK, Miss Wegener, you know me better than you think."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not really a little girl.  You just see me like one.  I'm Taylor Hernandez, your boyfriend."

"Don't be silly.  It's time for lunch."

"No, it's true. I'm really a man."

"Stop pretending."

"We met three years ago in Pico."

"Come on stop this."

"It was a rainy night.  I was in a cab and you got in.  You were wearing a white satin top with a round neck.  You were on the phone as you got into the cab.  You looked tired.  When you got off the phone, you asked me if you could ask the driver to turn off the music.  I said 'Well yeah, sure'.  The driver turned off the music when you asked him, then he sat back.

I said, 'long night, huh.'

You said 'yeah.'

I said, 'and on a Friday night.  I couldn't get worse.'

We sat for a while and then my phone played a turn to indicate an incoming message.

You asked, ' Radiohead fan?'

I said, 'yeah, you too?'

'You know you are not the only one in Pico who likes Radiohead.'

Taylor was so specific with what had happened, that Kendra had to take notice.  How could anyone know?  There were only three people there.  Taylor, Kendra, and the taxi driver.

Kendra looked more closely at Taylor.  He looked like a little girl to her.  Just like the rest of the students.  How could this be her boyfriend Taylor?  Was he still her boyfriend?  She hadn't heard a word from him in so long.  She wasn't sure if they were still dating.

"Do I have to tell you more?"

Kendra thought that maybe Taylor had told this girl what to say.  But why would he do that?

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Do you remember that day I was walking down the past that yard sale and I happened to bump into you?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember the day after Valentine's day?"

"How could I forget."

"Where did we go?"

Taylor answered all of Kendra's questions.  But Kendra couldn't believe it.  Taylor was just a little girl in her eyes.

"You can't be, Taylor.  I mean the one I knew.  It's impossible."

"Yvonne did this."

"She made you into a little girl?"

"No, not really.  I'm the same."

"The same?"

"Yeah, I know how you see me.  I see myself like that too.  You look at me and think I'm a child.  But I'm not I'm as much of a man as I ever was.  You can't don't see me that way."

"How is that possible?"

"I don't know.  But you know I'm much taller and bigger than the other students."

"I know that.  Your just big for your age."

"I'm twice their size.  I'm bigger than you.."

This was true, but Kendra still knew that he looked like a little girl.

"...It's some sort of magic."

"I don't believe in that."

"Neither did I, but it's true.  It's not just you, it's everyone.  They all see me as you see me.  I even see it when I look in the mirror."

They went on talking.  But eventually, recess was over.  They had to return to their roles.  They would talk later.

Taylor had convinced her, although it took Kendra time alone to get over the shock and outlandish nature of what had happened.  This had to be Taylor, she/he couldn't know what she/he did if she/he wasn't who she/he said she/he was.  It was hard to wrap her mind around that the 'pretty little girl' in her class was really a grown man and her boyfriend

Taylor was overjoyed.  He finally had an ally.  Someone he could talk to out of the watchful eye of Yvonne.  He couldn't go to one of his old friends, Yvonne knew everywhere he went.  He couldn't tell a stranger like his dance teacher or the police.  By happenstance, he found the perfect person and circumstance to talk about his predicament.  He looked forward to going to school.  Although he reasoned he couldn't show his excitement.  Yvonne would notice and maybe discover them.

Chapter 50.

The days passed, Kendra and Taylor found reasons to be together.  But they had to be careful.  If the school administration found out that she was spending so much alone time with Taylor, the obvious questions would be asked and she would be in her way in more trouble than Taylor.

Since Taylor was naturally the 'brightest' student in her class, Kendra could make him her special monitor.  He would hand out all the papers and do all the little things to make Kendra's class work well.  This was also the excuse for Taylor skipping recess and other activities to be with her.  They made sure that it all seemed very innocent.  They never kissed of course, but they also never held hands, never got too close, and never showed any hint of affection.  It was natural for Kendra to encourage her students with hugs and pats, but she never did any of those things with Taylor.

After much discussion, Kendra and Taylor knew that they couldn't make Yvonne return Taylor to normal.  Technically, it was turning the world back to normal, but that is beside the point.  There were only two options, leave things as there are and hope it would work out.  Or leave together to a place where Yvonne couldn't find them.  They would have to get new aliases and move to an obscure location.

"If we go, we'll always be on the run," Kendra worried.

"I know, but at least we can be together.  It can't go on like this.  I'm sure Yvonne isn't through with me and if she finds out about you, who knows what will happen."

"They'll call it kidnapping."

"I know."

"If we are caught, I'll be arrested and you will be sent back to live with Yvonne."

"I know."

"We have no defense.  No one will believe us."

"I know."

"Is that all you can say?"

"It's the only option.  I can't go on like this."

"But you will still be a little girl as far as everyone is concerned."

"But, I'll be with you and you know I"m not."

"Is that enough?"

"When we are far away from here, we can do as we please.  No one will know what is happening in our home.  I can be a real man for you.  I love you!"

Taylor convinced Kendra, they planned their escape.  Kendra had to do most o the planning.  Taylor had the life of a little girl.  He was still in dance glass and had arranged play dates with other girls, and his chores at home.  Yvonne was even teaching Taylor how to cook.

Taylor never complained at anything that Yvonne asked of him.  There wasn't anything too embarrassing for him to do.  He also found ways to relieve himself sexually.  Many a night, he would find himself in his bed, his thumb in his mouth and his other hand rubbing his dick thinking about Kendra.

Chapter 51.

The agreed upon day finally arrived.  It was a day when Taylor had dance class after school.   Ever since school started, Yvonne gave Taylor a cell phone for her to contact him or he to contact her in case of emergencies.  Taylor used this whole to contact his escort.  (The young lady who was in charge of accompanying him from school to dance and then back home.)   He left a message saying that dance was off today because Taylor had a dentist appointment.  He did the same with the dance school.  Taylor hoped that they wouldn't confirm the change with Yvonne.

After school, Taylor waited at the front entrance for his escort to arrive as he always had.  Then ten minutes later he walked out of the school grounds and down the street to Kendra's waiting car.  They couldn't be seen together on that day.

Taylor got into her car and they drove off.  No one noticed them.  They figured they had two hours before Yvonne would notice he wasn't where he was supposed to be.  They got onto the freeway and drove out of the city.  The figured if they got at least 400 miles away, they should be safe.

Taylor had been taking clothes to school in dribs and drabs so he would have plenty to wear once they escaped.  On the freeway, with the city far behind, Taylor felt free for the first time.

After two hours, Kendra pulled off at a rest stop.  She parked away from everyone.  Kendra then disguised herself by wearing a wig.  She didn't think anyone would be looking for her.

Taylor, with Kendra's help, cut off the bangs he hated.  Since he had relatively short hair, Taylor also wore a wig with longer hair.  He knew he would standout if he tried to look like a man or even a boy.  He leaned into his little-girl persona, by having Kendra braid his hair into pigtails..  She even paint on freckles on his face.

They got back on the road and drove some more.  But at approximately 7:00 they got hungry.  They didn't want to risk pulling into a restaurant and letting anyone see Taylor.  Instead, Kendra got out to purchase a few items.  Taylor hid in the back seat for Kendra to return.

Now that he was four hours late, Taylor assumed the police were looking for him.  Every time anyone approached the car, Taylor started to breath hard.  He was afraid someone would see him and call the police.  Everyone thought he was eight, they might think it off for a 'small child' like that to be left alone in a car.

It only took fifteen minutes for Kendra to return, but it seemed like hours to Taylor.  He was such a wreck by the time she returned he couldn't eat what she brought him.

"Are you OK?" Kendra asked.

"The stress is getting to me."

"Don't worry the hard part is done,' Kendra told him.  But she didn't believe what she said.

They slept in the car the first night.  Kendra had rented a room in a different state under an assumed name.  They had to get there.  They hoped they would be safe.

Epilogue.

They changed their names and posed as a single mother and daughter who were fleeing from an abusive relationship.  There was more truth in that than they admitted to themselves.  They needed to blend into the society.  oddly enough that meant that Taylor had to attend school.  He went back to the third grade.  He couldn't risk being the odd little girl, so he made friends with the other girls, play their games and called the boys stinky and other names.

Kendra had to find a different type of job than teaching.  She became a driver for a salvage yard.  Whereas Taylor had to lean into his female persona, Kendra had to do the opposite.  She had to seem as far away from her true self as possible.  The wig came off and she shaved her hair very short.  She stopped using makeup and gained a gruff exterior.  Totally opposite from her sexy true self.

Taylor tried to be intimate with Kendra when they were established, but Kendra just couldn't do it.  She knew intellectually that Taylor was a man, but he looked to her in all respects as a girl.  Kendra could never be intimate with any child, she was a caring teacher at heart, but especially a girl.

They lived in fear that they would be discovered.  If discovered they both knew that Kendra would go to jail for kidnapping and Taylor would be returned to Yvonne.  Which was the worse fate they didn't know.

But what they didn't know was that Yvonne never told the authorities that 'Taylor had been kidnapped'.  Everyone simply thought that Taylor returned home to her parents.  It really wasn't any big deal.  No one knew why Miss Weneger left so abruptly.  But there wasn't any law against that.    Yvonne even arranged for the charges against Taylor to be dropped.  It seems there wasn't any missing money and thus no embezzlement.

Kendra and Taylor lived a life of constant fear.  They never moved out of their small town and they were always waiting for that knock on the door when they would be discovered.

End.

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