~James~
I've always known I was different. I was more...feminine...than other boys. I was fairly fragile and short. Also that I have always attracted boys, men...pretty much any male of the species...to me. But I never knew why.
Growing up, I wasn't really ever let out of the house. I always just thought my father was protective of me because he lost my mother. Of course it was years before he really told me anything about her. Well I was let outside, if outside meant only our backyard. He never let me go any farther than our backyard, and never in our front yard. It was very hard when I was younger because I never really had any friends.
Of course I tried to make friends all the time, but if I ever brought a boy home or my father saw me playing with one, he would become enraged and never let me go near them again. It always hurt because it seemed like they really liked me. I mean they would do anything I asked and would never argue about what game I wanted to play, but I would listen to what my father wanted and after a while I learned not to bring any boys home anymore.
At least he did let me have some friends. They were only ever girls. I hated it at first, but over time I learned to deal with it and stopped complaining. Plus they weren't all THAT bad to hang out with. And as I got older they helped me realize I was gay. Although even having them as friends was hard because I wasn't allowed out front to play with them, because that's where all the neighborhood boys were, and if they had brothers I couldn't go over to their house to play. And most of the time they weren't allowed over at my house, I think some of their parents feared something was wrong with me so they didn't want their daughters around me. Oh how right they were, it's just not contagious.
When I was five I was surprised when a neighborhood boy, one of the ones I had tried to be friends with about a year earlier, but my father forbid it, came over to my house. When I answered the door he handed me a birthday present. I had actually forgotten that I had told him when my birthday was so it was a major shock. When I unwrapped it I was surprised to see it was a DS and a Mario game. Apparently he had been given about a hundred or so dollars for his birthday from his grandparents and bought it for me. I thanked him and kissed his cheek, making him blush before rushing inside before my father could see him.
It seemed that some other neighborhood boys had seen me kiss his cheek and asked him why I did that. I think the only reason he told them why was to gloat, but over the next week or so I got presents from pretty much all the other neighborhood boys. Those gifts ranged from other DS games to books to even a few movies. In all it was about twenty gifts and when my father found out he tried to get me to give them back, only to stop when I started crying. I mean who wouldn't? They were such nice gifts, especially seeing as I couldn't be friends with them because of my father. You can kind of guess that he let me keep them all. This happened every year on my birthday and even on Christmas. Oh and as I got older I would also get gifts on valentines day. And it wasn't until years later that I really thought it was strange and then a few years after that that I realized why they were spending so much money to buy me these things.
Around the time when I had to start first grade, I was SO happy. I would finally get to leave the house and have fun with other kids, and not only girls. Although that happiness was shattered when I found out I was being home schooled. And while my father couldn't stay home to teach me, he hired someone to teach me five hours a day. She was fairly nice. At times.
If I messed up an answer, she would hit me saying it was to make sure I would grow up smart and this was the only way. She also wouldn't let me have lunch or a rest until I got every question completely right. And most of them were too hard for me, or she would put ones about things she didn't even teach me. I think she just liked to hit me. This went on for about two months, I was too scared to tell my father, until one day my father decided to write some questions down and see how many of them I got right. I did them and when he handed it back, I saw that I got five questions wrong and flinched when he put to pat my head. You can kind of guess that when this happened he pulled up my long sleeve shirt and saw all the bruises from the woman. I had never seen him that mad before and the next day he pretended to go to work and when she came over and went to hit me after she saw the wrong answers, he pulled his gun on her. He was a cop. You can kind of guess that she was arrested and my father never had anyone else come and teach me. He instead would find ways to do it before and after work and on weekends. It was hard on us both, but after that he became even more protective.
This went on until he had saved enough money to buy a computer and while he was at work he would have me to lessons on it. I soon found myself speeding through the lessons and by the end of the school year...note that I was still technically in first grade...I was already in fourth grade lessons and would even do lessons during the summer. It's not like I had much else to do as all my friends that could come over or I could go over to their house were out on vacation and it was too hot to go outside.
From the time I was five and my father got a job as a cop and until, well now, I stayed home alone as my father trusted me not to burn down the house. Plus he had already taught me not to answer the door if he wasn't home, and in the living room to make sure no one tried to kidnap me or anything, and to call him on his cell if anything happened. Well I wasn't always left home alone, when I had the tutor, she would technically be my babysitter, but he didn't want anyone watching me after her. He kind of stopped trusting most people after her and that only increased a few years when I was fourteen and one of his friends started stalking me.
Anyway by the time I was ten I was already in lessons at a ninth grade level, remember it was pretty much the only thing I would, or could do, and my IQ was in genius level. Or at least that's what my father kept telling me.
I don't think he liked how fast I was speeding through the lessons. Whenever I would show him where I was, he would smile and kiss my forehead saying his my proud of me, but I could see sadness in his eyes. I had asked him what was wrong many times, but it wasn't until I was thirteen, and in twelfth grade lessons, that he finally told me what was wrong. Apparently he didn't want me to finish high school, at this point, so soon because that would mean I would leave him like my mother did. This was also when he finally told me about her. And you can just imagine how shocked I was when I found out my mother was Aphrodite the Greek Goddess of Love.
As he told me about her, I realized that, that was the reason he never let me leave the house. You see my mother has an allure to all males of the species and that was passed onto me. It was why when I was younger the boys that I tried to be friends with would do anything I asked, why they would constantly give me presents and stuff like that. I also figured out that my mother blessed my father with immortality, which I also got when I turned eighteen, so he could always protect me and so I wouldn't lose my father like I lost my mother. Although that was before I even was one. Anyway my father's reason for not wanting me to leave the house was he, for one didn't want me to become like my mother and enjoy ordering them around and two so none of them would try anything with me. I didn't quite under stand that bit until I was fifteen and went out to buy some snacks. My father didn't mind if I did that, as long as I didn't go too far away from home and would cover myself up.
I had to wear jeans, boots, a long sleeve shirt, a hood with the hood up and sunglasses. Apparently if I was covered up, I wouldn't be as alluring to men. I still would be alluring, just not AS alluring. Anyway I had bought some bags of chips and a case of lemon lime pop and was heading back home. I had forgotten to put my sunglasses back on, I had taken them off when I got inside the shop, and as I was walking back I noticed a group of about three guys across the street. It was also now when I realize that my allure radius was very large. Anyway I noticed them crossing the street toward me, but thought nothing of it and continued back home.
But as I walked I kept looking back at them and each time I would they were closer and closer until they were only ten feet behind me and FINALLY realizing something was wrong I took off running down the street. Although I never did drop the pop, which was probably how they caught up to me so quickly. The largest of them grabbed me, making my drop my chips and pop, and dragged me down a small alley. I struggled to get away from them, but I've never been that strong. The one holding me, covered my mouth and held me still while the other two started undressing me. Over the next thirty minutes they took turns raping me and probably would have continued if my father hadn't started worrying about me and came looking for me.
He scared them off with his gun, called for back up and rushed over to me. If he wasn't my father I probably would have been terrified for him to touch me. He then took me to the hospital to do the rape kit thing and took me home, after buying me more chips and pop. After that day I decided to find a job where I would, hopefully, only deal with women as I couldn't stop the fear of men that I developed. It was because of that fear that I didn't leave the house for about three years. On my own anyway.
It was also around that time where my father told me that because my mother was also the goddess of procreation, and I was the only son she ever mothered, I could get pregnant. I was a nervous wreck over the next week or so fearing that I could be pregnant from one of those bastards, but fortunately I wasn't.
Not long after that scare I discovered a job where I would only really be around woman. Ob/gyn. It was perfect so I started learning everything I needed for it and took online classes so I could become one. It wasn't until around twelve years later that I finally graduated and could get a job as one.
While I was taking online classes my father was searching for something to help dull my allure and found this old amulet that my mother had left me before she left my father. It didn't work all that much, apparently my allure was stronger than my mother anticipated and it didn't work as much as my mother would have thought or liked.
Anyway before I could ever find a job as an ob/gyn here in Las Vegas, my father decided to move us to England after one of my many stalkers broke into our house and left a message on the wall that did not help my whole anxiety problem one bit.