At least I was not going to jail, she said. My mom tried to console me saying all will be ok. He is such a sissy, he even is beginning to talk like a girl. Being a sissy with your mom will not be all that bad compared to jail, she said.Īll I could think of was a boy in my school who went through this, he danced around school in his dress, hair in pigtails, high heels, and purse with such joy and girly manners. My lawyer tried to explain this was a good sentence and I would be thankful for it in the long run. Mom and our lawyer took me to a small room to try to calm me down. I knew I was done as my mother and the guard lead me out of the courtroom. The judge slammed the gavel down and yelled out, next case. The judge smiled and said that I will accept her sentence and I will do public service too. I offered to spend time in jail, do public service. I was weak in my knees, sick to my stomach, crying uncontrollable when my mother said she would accept this verdict and assume State custody of me. It was legal and happens way to often since there is no room in our jails. It is a State law saying that a guardian appointed by the judge could incarcerate a person to their control and mandate the troubled person to become a sissy. She was sentencing me to “Class-A Sissy Incarnation”. I could not believe what the judge was saying.
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