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Chapter 16

*** Ding Dong *** *** Ding Dong ***

Mom answered the door. Johnny could be seen toddling across the floor.

“Mrs. Lindsley?”

“Yes.”

“I'm Lieutenant Peppers and this is Sargent Keller. We are from protective services, do you have a son named Johnny?”

“Yes, what's this all about.”

“He fell and hit his head?”

“Yes.”

“We are here to investigate.”

“It was just an accident. He was with my husband at the time.”

“We want to talk to you and your other child.”

“Why? Gracie has nothing to do with this.” Mom was careful not to mix up her children's names.

“Let's go into the kitchen to talk. Sargent Keller will interview your child.”

“I'm afraid I can't allow that. She's only three.”

“We know how old your children are.”

There wasn't anything to do. Mom assumed that Johnny would know what to say.

Lieutenant Peppers ushered mom into the kitchen. Sargent Keller watched Johnny toddle around from the desk to the couch to the ottoman. When Sargent Keller was sure that mom couldn't hear her, she said, “Johnny, you can stop that now.”

Johnny turned when his name was mentioned. A look of shock appeared on his small face.

“You're Johnny?”

“No, I'm Gracie.”

“Don't lie to me. I talked to the real Gracie. She told me what happened.”

“What did she say?”

“You know. You tell me. You're not in trouble. AS LONG AS YOU DON'T LIE TO ME!”

Johnny was silent for a moment. If he would have peed his diaper at this moment, he wouldn't have noticed.

“Now, let's start again. What is your REAL name?”

“johnny,” he said quietly.

“I didn't hear you.”

“Johnny.”

“That's better.”

“What were you doing when I entered the room?”

“Practicing walking like a baby.”

“Why were you doing that.?”

Johnny explained all he knew. He didn't hold anything back. He even told Sargent Keller that he didn't like having to act like this.”

Johnny started crying for real when he saw the police come and arrest mom and dad.

Epilogue

Johnny awoke early before his alarm started to ring. Today was the first day back at his old high school since the body swap with his sister. Johnny lay in the middle of what to him seemed his huge bed. Despite all his stuff here, his room looked different than the room he grew up in.

Johnny scooted to the end of the bed and let his legs dangle over the side. He hopped down the foot distance from the bottom of the bed to the floor. He was wearing boys' nightwear similar to the pale blue pajamas he had always worn.

Johnny reached into his drawers and grabbed a pair of white boys' briefs. He ambled to the bathroom to pee. He pulled down his pajama bottoms and his nighttime pull-up. He was treated like a boy his own age, but that didn't mean his bladder muscles were any stronger than that of a toddler. He didn't need to wear pull-ups during the day, but accidents couldn't be helped while he was asleep. He turned his back to the toilet and jumped on. His body was positioned on the front rim of the toilet seat. He relaxed his muscles and let the pee flow out of his tiny body. Done, he wiped himself in the traditional way of a girl from front to back. Doing so was both necessary and practical.

Finished with his morning toilet, Johnny stood on a small platform which enabled him to reach his toothbrush over the faucet and to see himself in the mirror. He could see the little girl he had become. Still, in Gracie's body, he adapted his life to his diminutive stature.

Johnny took off his pajamas and his pull-up. The pull-up went into a waste basket kept in the bathroom. The pajamas were thrown into the hamper. He turned on the shower, adjusted it's temperature to his liking, and got in. Shelves were installed in the shower allowing him to reach the shampoo and any other product he needed to take his shower. He was allowed to shower without the aid of an adult.

Although Johnny didn't like being trapped in the body of a small girl, he had grown used to being this way. He certainly didn't see his new body in any sexual way. He washed himself off quickly and efficiently including washing his hair which had been cut and styled into a boyish coiffure.

Gracie shared a room with her foster sister, Kelly. Kelly and Gracie had become best friends since Gracie moved into her home with Johnny. Gracie still had the body of a teenage boy, but the spirit and maturity of the same vivacious three-year-old she had always been. Kelly and Gracie were legally the same age.

“Wake up sleepyhead!” Kelly told her.

“I'm up. I'm up!”

Gracie got out of bed. She was wearing Little Mermaid pajamas as well as goodnight pull-ups. Johnny didn't have the muscle control to sleep in regular boy's underwear and, Gracie didn't have the mental maturity to be allowed to wear big girl panties. Gracie didn't mind as her best friend was also potty training.

Gracie's foster mom entered the room and helped her girls get ready for their day. She made sure they pottied after getting out of bed and brushed their teeth and hair. She tried to treat both her daughter and her foster daughter the same, avoiding any favoritism she might have felt.

It was important for Gracie that she be treated as normally as any other little girl. Gracie had been through more than any little girl should. Gracie had her body stolen and given away to her brother. She was trapped in the body of a teenage boy. She had been removed from her own family (Mom and dad had been arrested and a restraining order was placed upon them. They couldn't come within a half a mile of either of their kids, nor could they contact them.) In addition, she also had a slight concussion. She needed some normalcy. Her foster mom was pleased that Gracie and Kelly had become such good friends.

At first, there was concern about putting Gracie in the bedroom with Kelly. There wasn't another room to give Gracie a bedroom of her own. One of the kids had to share a room with Kelly, it became apparent that Gracie was the one who would be sharing the room. Kelly and Gracie pottied at the same time. Kelly pottied on a toddler-size potty. Gracie pottied on the full-sized toilet. When they were done, they both wiped their privates and washed their hands. Gracie's foster mom wished she could bathe both girls at the same time but decided it would be better to do them one at a time. She didn't want to press her luck. Today, Gracie was bathed first, tomorrow Kelly would be. Gracie's hair was still short, but styled as best it could be into a girlish cut. Her hair would be allowed to grow longer if Gracie liked it that way. All indications were that she would.

Mom selected an outfit for each girl. Gracie's apparel was selected from the juniors' or girls' 7-14 department. Her clothes were chosen to appeal to young girls, not teenagers. Foster mom helped each girl dress and then led them to the dinette for breakfast. Cold cereal appealed to everyone including Johnny.

Johnny was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt appropriate for a day at school. T-shirts with prints from sports teams were easy to find in any size, even toddler girls' sizes. That is usually what Johnny wore. It was similar to what he used to wear when he was physically fourteen.

“Ready for your first day?”

“I guess.”

Everyone knew about Johnny and Gracie. There were many articles about the siblings who had swapped bodies and their parents who were on trial for child abuse for 'forcing their children' to swap. According to the article, the children were just pawns in their parents' scheme. Mom had enticed her son to swap bodies with her daughter to make hundreds of thousands of dollars as an actor. The parents refused to admit all wrongdoing They gave a different story entirely. They said that the swap was only for a day, but things got out of hand. Regardless, mom and dad lost custody of the children and weren't to have any contact with them ever again.

For the first day, Johnny would be driven to school. Tomorrow he would take the bus with the rest of the children.

Johnny had to ride in the back of the car just like any other toddler. It didn't matter how old he was mentally, it was a matter of safety. Children his size had to sit in a safety seat in the rear. It was the law.

Inside the garage, Johnny could see what was supposed to be his mountain bike. He was too small to ride it. His foster parents put training wheels on the bike. Johnny was annoyed that Gracie was using his bike to learn how to ride. Sometimes, he watched her on his bike from his window. It wasn't fair. She got to use his mountain bike during the day, and he got to use her training pants at night. His new muscles weren't strong enough to keep him from wetting the bed while he was sleeping.

The school looked twice the size to Johnny as it had been since Johnny had been here last. He would attend the same classes as before, but special small desks were brought in to accommodate him. His seat would also be at the front of the class to prevent the other kids from blocking his view.

Johnny entered his first-period class. The teacher knew it was him immediately. Even though she had never seen Johnny in his new body, it was obvious. He was the only three-year-old in the ninth grade.

Johnny walked into the room tentatively. He looked around for his friends. He saw several of them. Everyone looked over the 'small girl' who was entering their classroom.

“The Do Now is on the board. Get to your work!” the teacher announced.

“Welcome back, Johnny. We've missed you,” the teacher told him.

“Hello, Mrs. Crabapple.”

“Your seat is right there,” she said pointing to the small desk.

Johnny sat in his chair. He took out a small notebook and wrote down his assignment. He was a week behind. He hadn't seen this type of problem before. Since he couldn't do the problem, he perused the room again. He saw the stares from some of the other students.

After the class ended, a couple of the kids surrounded him.

“Johnny, is it really you?”

Johnny nodded.

“How does it feel?”

“I don't know how to describe it. Everything looks much bigger now.”

“Is it true, you're a girl?”

Dressed in male apparel with a short haircut, it was impossible to say if the three-year-old was a boy or a girl. Johnny nodded again.

"Are you wearing diapers?"

"No, are you!" Johnny answered indignantly.

"Are you going to swap back?"

"I hope so?"

"When?'

"I don't know."

“I don't believe it.”

“I don't know what to say.”

“You had better hurry to your next class. The bell will ring soon,” the teacher reminded her students.

The group exited the classroom. The questions continued. Johnny didn't have any real answers or answers he wanted to say.

End.

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