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Billy Goes to Alberton
By Katie Dale
ONE
It was Sunday morning. I was in my room finishing getting
dressed when my sister Stephanie opened the door.
"Hey - get out! Don't you know how to knock?" I quickly
finished pulling the T-shirt over my head, embarrassed that
she saw my bare back.
"What's the big deal? Your pants were on - all I saw was
your back! It's cute!"
My face turned red with shame. I tried to forget about it
and put on a smile. "Please knock before you enter my
room." I said. "By the way, happy birthday." I tossed her a
small package. She had turned 17.
"Wow! Thanks Billy." She said and began opening. It had
been nearly six years since my tenth birthday when I began
insisting that everyone call me "Will" instead of "Billy".
But Steph never managed to get used to it. So I let her
continue calling me that.
Steph opened the package, and pulled out the T-shirt. She
looked at the picture and said, "Wow, that's really nice!"
She pulled me into a tight hug, and planted a kiss on my
cheek. Then she walked a few steps away, stood with her
back towards me, and took off her shirt.
"What are you doing?" I asked, astonished, looking at the
bra strap on her bare back.
"Trying on your present!" she said, pulling the new shirt
over her head and over her chest. Then she turned around.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "I turned around - all you
saw was my back. Besides, everything's covered - I'm
wearing a bra."
In a way I respected her courage. Steph wasn't in the least
bit embarrassed by the way she looked, unlike me. I was so
self-conscious I always wore long sleeves and pants. I
would only go swimming alone because I didn't want anyone
to see me only wearing shorts. Truth is, Steph had a good
body, slim and slightly muscular, so she didn't have
anything to be embarrassed about. I, on the other hand, was
way too skinny, and not at all muscular. Boys weren't
supposed to look like me.
Steph looked at herself in the mirror and, with another
hug, thanked me again for the shirt. "Billy, come up to my
room in about five minutes - there's something I want to
show you." She closed my door. About half a minute later
she opened it again and said, "And by the way, knock before
you come in!"
TWO
I went into the kitchen and ate an apple, and said hello to
my mother who was sitting at the table reading the paper.
Then I went upstairs.
"Come in," said Steph. I opened the door, but didn't see
her. "Come in and close the door," she called from inside
the walk-in closet, "and have a seat on my bed." I did as
told.
It took her a while to emerge from the closet. In the
meantime, I looked around her room.
"One more second," she said. A few seconds later, she came
out.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked.
I looked at her, stunned. "You're wearing my clothes," I
said. My big sister Steph, the babe, who always dressed
attractively, was wearing my baggy jeans and a big baggy T-
shirt. Her hair was all pulled up and under a baseball cap.
"I was wondering where my favorite jeans had disappeared
to!"
"So, do you think I could pass for a boy?" she asked.
"Well, maybe, except for those two water-balloons on your
chest."
Then she pounced. Half a second later I found myself lying
on her bed, face up. She was sitting on my stomach, one
knee at each of my sides. Her hands held my wrists at the
sides of my head. I struggled to get free, but it was no
use. I was pinned. Steph had been working out now for maybe
half a year, and now I saw that it had really paid off.
"Please get off," I said. "I can hardly breathe."
"Sorry Billy," she said. She sat down by my side, and
helped me back up into a sitting position. "So, what d'you
think?"
"I don't get it - where'd this tomboy side come from, all
of a sudden?"
"Billy, I have a proposition to make. It's about next year.
You know, Mom and Dad are going away to Texas, for Dad's
sabbatical year. They're planning on leaving us here alone
- which would be okay, I mean, we could look after
ourselves, right?"
"Of course - we've already talked about this - that would
be the best solution. You and I will stay here in the house
and take care of it while they're gone. It'll be fun. We've
already agreed on that. What's wrong with the plan?" I
asked, worried that she decided she wanted to go to Texas
with our parents, after all. I really didn't want to go
with them - I had been with them in Texas once before and I
really hated it.
"Oh, nothing's wrong with that, Billy. If that's what you
still want to do then I'll stay here with you like we
planned. Only... I've been thinking. I mean, why should
only Mom and Dad get to go somewhere exciting? Why don't we
take a year off and go somewhere interesting as well?"
I began to wonder what she was getting at.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"I dunno. I guess it depends where. What ideas do you
have?"
She continued. "The summer's just begun. I've been
searching on the Internet for a while, and I think I've
found the perfect place for us. See, I was thinking. If we
go somewhere, it's gotta be a place where I can get a good,
well paying job to support the two of us, right? 'Cause
you'll have to continue school. I can take a year off
before I start college - I wanted to take a year off to
work and make some money anyway. But we'd have to pay for
rent and food and all kinds of other living expenses. If we
lived here at home we wouldn't have to pay rent, so things
would be a lot cheaper. But if we go away, we'll have to
pay for ourselves.
"Then there's the problem. See, since I haven't yet gone to
college, I won't be able to find a good job. I'd like to
work in computers - you know I'm already a whiz at
computers - I've taught myself everything there is to know.
But that won't matter to the big companies. They all want
people with degrees.
"Then one day, a few months ago, I found the perfect
solution. There's this place - it's a beautiful island
somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. It's been populated by
Americans, but it's considered an independent 'country'.
They don't have many citizens, only around four hundred. So
they're always looking for new people to come, and they
give out free living arrangements - houses or apartments,
depending on the size of the family that comes. In general,
it's a very rich island because they have oil there that
they sell to other countries. One of their main industries
there is computers, and there's this company there that
agreed to hire me, with an extremely high starting salary.
It really sounds perfect - free living arrangements plus a
high salary. They always have good weather - never any
snow, and never too hot in the summer. They have pretty
beaches. Mostly young people like us and a little bit
older. There are great schools there that you could go to.
It really sounds like the perfect arrangement, in my
opinion. What do you think?"
I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sounds really great
for you. But where is this place, and why haven't I heard
about it? Who lives there? What kind of colony is it?"
"Not many people know about it. D'you remember, a few
months ago, when I went away to Denver to see a college?
Well, that's what I told you, and Mom and Dad. But really I
went to see it. They actually gave me a free trip out to
check the place out. Here - I'll show you on the Internet."
She began to turn on her computer and dial up to the net.
"The colony's called 'Alberton', named after Albert
Einstein. It was first founded about 20 or 25 years ago, I
think, by a group of rich, ambitious scientists. Or maybe
they were philosophers."
I had never heard of the place. She began entering in the
URL.
"I really think it would be a great place for us - you'd
really enjoy it there. Guys like you are worshipped there.
It might be a little surprising at first, but keep an open
mind. Here, take a look."
The opening page came on screen. "Alberton - a modern, 21st
century civilization. Founded on the values of Equality and
Democracy, Love, Respect, Eternal Youth, and a Love of
Life. Barbara Stimbek, Governor." The screen displayed the
colony's symbol - a coin-like shape with the words
"Equality, Democracy, Love, Respect, Youth, Life" inscribed
around the perimeter. I clicked on the symbol.
The next screen showed an aerial view of the island. It was
surrounded on all sides by water. From above, it looked
nice, with beaches, lots of large patches of green grass. I
could see private homes and town houses; there were lots of
private swimming pools, and many larger, public pools, with
big water slides and other attractions. There was a large
amusement park, and an airport. What can I say, it looked
nice.
"Looks nice. So what's the catch?" I asked.
"Well, here's the thing. How exactly should I put this?
About twenty years ago there was this group of scientists,
no, I think they were philosophers. In any case, they were
really, really rich. Well anyway, it was in the middle of
the big feminism craze. They had this theory, about men and
women. They thought that just about all the differences
between men and women were merely programmed; that girls
were taught to act like girls, and boys like boys. They
thought that if they wanted to, they could condition people
to be the exact opposites. And they wanted to test their
theory out."
I wasn't sure where this was leading, but I began to feel a
little uneasy.
Steph continued.
"So they put together this group of about fifty young
couples who were willing to test it out. They bought this
island, far away from normal civilization, and took about
five years just to set it up before the people came to live
there. Then the people came, and reversed the sex-linked
roles entirely. In order to help with the effectiveness,
they even decided to be a bit 'sexist' against men. Only
women were allowed to vote and to hold well-respected
positions and professions. Most of the men became 'house-
husbands'. The men dressed attractively - in tights,
dresses and skirts - the way women dress in our
civilization, and the women dressed professionally, in
pant-suits and the like. Men wore make-up and shaved their
body hair; women let their leg and armpit hair grow, and
were proud of it. Many of the men underwent muscle
reduction surgery, while the women worked out, lifted
weights, and some even took steroids to increase their
muscle mass. And they raised their kids the same way -
dressed the little boys in dresses and tights, or spandex
shorts and tank tops, and the little girls in pants. The
boys had long hair with ponytails, and the girls had short
hair. They gave the boys dolls to play with and the girls
tractors. The girls played football, hockey and wrestling,
and the boys did gymnastics and dance.
"The kids who were young when they came, or who were born
there, got used to it really quickly, and thought of it as
normal. As for the adults - it took them a lot longer to
get used to it, but they persevered. After about five years
of action, everyone realized that their civilization was
actually a lot more productive and efficient then normal,
male-dominated ones. Crime is almost non-existent.
Homosexualism is unheard of. Life's a lot more peaceful,
and everyone's a lot happier.
"Slowly, more families joined over the years. The financial
side was especially enticing, especially after they struck
oil. And nowadays, the children who were born there are
adults and beginning to take control. They never knew a
different way of life, so it's completely normal."
By now I had almost turned green. I was listening to what
she was saying, in astonishment, sick to my stomach. I
couldn't believe she was actually suggesting that we go
live in such a place. Finally she noticed my uneasiness.
"Billy, I know this must be rather surprising for you..."
"I won't go!" I announced adamantly. "That's disgusting! I
won't go!"
"Look, Billy, I can understand that you wouldn't want to
go. Don't worry, I won't force you, or try to pressure you.
But just do me one favor - think about it for a day or two.
I mean, we wouldn't be going forever - one year maximum.
Wouldn't it be interesting to try out a different way of
life? I mean, you've grown up all these years looking at
women - never ever thought about what it would be like to
try to be one? I think that practically, it's probably our
only alternative to staying here in boring Vermont all
year. Look, I don't want to go alone, and I wouldn't leave
you here alone. I'll only go if you agree to come with me,
to keep you company. And I'll make you a great offer. I'll
share my salary with you - you won't have to work, and
you'll still get paid. After we take off our living
expenses and stuff, I'll split with you the money left over
- 65% for me, and 35% for you. That sounds fair, since I'll
be the one actually working, right? And I'll even give you
an option to bail in the middle. We'll arrive there at the
end of August. School for you and work for me start on the
5th of September. If by the 5th of November you still hate
it, we'll pack up and leave immediately, okay? Don't give
me an answer now - think about it for a day or two and then
tell me. I have until a week from today to give them an
answer.
"Consider one more point, though, Billy. I think it would
help you with your pride and self-esteem. Think about it.
You know how you're embarrassed by the way you look? I
don't think you need to be, but I know that you are. You're
embarrassed that you're thin and not so muscular. It's not
your fault - that's the way you were born. But you know, at
Alberton, you'd have the most perfect body. All the guys
want bodies like yours there - many of them go on
starvation diets to try and get your figure. You could even
work as a model if you wanted to. You wouldn't have to be
embarrassed anymore. You'd feel like a king. Really, I
think you'd like it. I think it'll be hard for you to
adjust at first, but that in the end, you'll really like
it."
"I don't want to go!"
"Billy, please, it's my birthday. You don't have to agree
to go. Just agree to one thing for me. Consider it for two
- no, for three days, okay? Can you agree to think about it
for three days and then give me an answer? Hmm?"
I hesitated a few seconds, and then with disbelief,
responded, "Alright."
"Thanks Billy," she said, and planted a kiss on my cheek.
THREE
Two days went by. At first I tried not to think about the
proposal at all, because whenever I did think about it, I
felt sick. But as the time went by I began thinking more.
The money side was enticing. And the picture of the island.
And deep down, I thought it might be nice to finally not
have to be embarrassed by the way I looked. But it still
made me sick to think of having to wear tights. Yuck! A few
times, when my sister and parents were out of the house, I
went into my sister's room to look at her clothes. I even
tried on a pair of tights and one of her bathing suits. I
looked at myself in the mirror. It was disgusting. I
quickly took off the clothes and left her room. I was so
embarrassed that I actually tried that stuff on.
At the end of the third day, I went into Steph's room.
"Okay, you win. I'll give it a try - on the conditions you
mentioned. I get 35% of your salary, after living expenses
are deducted. If I hate it in the beginning of November we
come home immediately. And you have to treat me like your
brother, not like your son. And make sure we get a place
with at least two bedrooms."
Steph's face lit up with a big pretty smile. "Thanks
Billy," she said, and gave me an enormous hug and kiss.
"I'll always be grateful to you for this. And you won't
regret it - trust me. You don't have to do a thing - I'll
take care of all the arrangements from here. Just do one
thing - start growing your hair long. You'll fit in better
like that." With that, she started writing an email. I left
her room.
FOUR
A week before our scheduled departure, our parents left for
Texas. Then our big preparations began.
Steph wanted to shave my legs, chest and armpits for me,
and tossed me a Speedo bathing suit to change into. But I
refused to put it on. So she rolled up one of my pant legs
just a little and tried to teach my how to do it with her
electric shaver, myself. But I couldn't get the hang of it,
and the shaver left thick dark stubble on my legs. She
tried using her other machine, the one that rips the hairs
out from the roots, but it hurt too much. I couldn't stand
it. So she said she had another idea, and that we should
wait for tomorrow.
The next day I went into her room. She told me I should put
on the Speedo under my clothes. I asked why, but she said,
"Just do it. Under your clothes nobody'll see it anyway."
So I went into the bathroom and put it on. I wasn't used to
wearing a Speedo and it felt pretty tight. I put my pants
back on and went back to her room.
"Are you wearing it?"
"Yes," I said.
"How does it feel?"
"Weird, tight," I answered.
"Good. Now sit on my bed."
She was doing something with a glass bottle and a cloth. I
thought she'd tell me to rub the cloth on my legs. She
brought the cloth over, and pressed it to my face, covering
my nose and mouth. I was confused, and tried to pull her
had away, but her hands held it tight on my face. I heard
her say, "A friend of mine who works at a pharmacy got this
for me. Don't worry, everything will be just fine." I began
feeling drowsy. When I was almost completely out I felt her
gently lying me down on her bed.
I slowly came to. I felt cold, and realized I wasn't
wearing much. The skin on my legs, chest, face, armpits,
stomach, and nearly everywhere else was tingling strangely,
stinging slightly.
"Good morning, Billy," Steph said, holding her head over
mine so I could see her face. She was smiling sweetly. Her
hair was cut short, boy-like. She slowly lifted me up into
a sitting position.
I looked down at myself. I was now wearing the same Speedo
I had put on under my clothes, and she had dressed me in
one of her bikini tops that was a matching color. She had
done a good job - not a hair in sight, except for those on
my head, eyelashes and eyebrows.
"So, do you like it?" she asked. "Come take a look in the
mirror." She took my hands and pulled me up into a standing
position, and led me over to her full-length mirror. I
looked at myself in disbelief. I looked really feminine,
except for the flat chest and the bulge in the Speedo. I
was completely free of hair - my legs and arms were very
smooth, without even the faintest stubble. I noticed that
she had put some lipstick on my lips and a little blush on
my cheeks, and had combed out my hair and put it in a
girlish ponytail.
I looked myself over again, and then looked at her. She was
smiling - not a nasty smile, a pure, happy smile. I looked
again at the mirror. I had never let anyone see me so
uncovered before. I felt very embarrassed and vulnerable.
Then Stephanie said, "Oh Billy, you look absolutely
gorgeous!" and drew me into a hug. She massaged my bare
back as she hugged me. Then she let go.
"Okay, let's see which of my clothes you'll be able to
wear, and what we'll have to buy you when we get there."
She began handing me clothes, which I obediently tried on.
She made two piles on her bed - things I would wear, and
things we would leave behind. I tried on tights and
leggings and bodysuits and leotards. I tried on spandex
shorts and tops, sport-bras. I tried on dresses and skirts.
She didn't give me any pants to try on, and no dresses or
skirts that were long enough to cover my knees. At one
point she gave me this slinky-clingy black, sleeveless
evening dress to try on, with a pair of black tights. It
had an open back. I looked at myself in the mirror - at my
naturally thin waistline, at my thin well-shaped legs, at
my bare back, shoulders and arms. She walked up behind me
and undid my ponytail, letting my hair fall down.
"You look absolutely stunning," she said, quietly. I
thought that I looked like the way I normally enjoy to see
girls dressed. I looked good.
Practically the only things that didn't fit me were her
bathing suits (which weren't made for boys) and her shoes.
We'd have to get those things when we got there. Aside from
those, though, I had accumulated a very-nice wardrobe.
Then we went to my room to see which of my clothes fit her.
I meant to change back into boys clothes before leaving her
room, but forgot, and ended up going in the spandex shorts
and tight spaghetti-stringed belly-button-revealing top
that I was wearing. She didn't mention anything about this,
and by the time I realized it, she was already half way
through my wardrobe, and I decided to just stay wearing it
until we were done. It was actually kind of comfortable;
cool on a hot summer's day.
Most of my clothes fit her well. She even tried on some of
my baggy swimming shorts, and stood shirtless/bra-less in
front of the mirror. It was weird seeing her bare breasts.
I noticed that her leg and armpit hair had grown
noticeably, and she even had some hair on her chest.
FIVE
The next few days I continued to wear boys' clothes,
although most of my clothes were now up in her room and her
clothes were down in mine. We packed up all our stuff. I
reminded her to bring along the bottle of ether so she'd be
able to do my legs again when the time came.
We boarded the plane. I was wearing boys' clothes and she
was wearing girls' clothes, but we each had a change of
clothing in our carry-on. The plane was full of young
families. The adults were all dressed in normal American
sex-associated clothes, but I thought that many of the
children came onto the plane wearing the new style. It was
kind of hard to tell. Steph and I thought we'd change
clothes in the airport when we landed, but we noticed that
during the seven-hour flight that everyone was gradually
going into the restroom to change, and we decided to do the
same. Steph emerged wearing a pair of my baggy jeans and a
large T-shirt. I wore a sleeveless, open-backed sundress
whose top was suspended by strings tied behind my neck. As
I nervously returned to my seat, I noticed many of the
women looking my over, bottom to top, with happy smiles on
their faces. I sat down and Steph reminded me to straighten
out my dress so that my underwear wouldn't be visible.
Two people greeted us at the airport - a young man and a
young girl. The girl introduced herself as Jane Trep,
daughter of Samantha Trep, CEO of the company Steph would
be working at. Jane was my age, and she would be in my
class at the Eleanor Roosevelt High School. The boy was her
older brother Lenny, who was Steph's age, and was working
for some theater group. Their mother sent them to greet us,
take us to our apartment, show us around a bit and explain
to us how the island colony ran.
We waited for our luggage to arrive. Jane took my suitcases
for me. She was pretty small. Lenny offered to carry
Steph's small carry-on case for her, but Steph said she
could manage. They led us outside to their car. Jane took
the driver's seat, and told me to sit up front with her.
Steph and Lenny sat in the back, together.
"Stephanie, the company bought you a car. It's waiting for
you in your parking space at your apartment." Lenny said.
"Is it easy to get a driver's license here? I'll be turning
16 in a month." I said.
Lenny started laughing. "In Alberton, boys are not allowed
to drive. It was proven that in countries that allow men to
drive, the accident rate is very high. So about 15 years
ago the Grand Council outlawed male driving. Girls can get
a driver's license here at age 14. Do you have a license,
Stephanie?"
Steph chuckled. "Of course I do. I love to drive. Thanks
for the car."
"I won't be able to drive here? That's crazy! How will I
get around? How will I get to school? I've never heard of
anything like this before!" I complained.
Jane patted my knee and said, "Don't worry, Billy. Trust
me, it's for the better that boys don't drive. Anyway, you
guys live on my way to school so I can give you a ride in
my car." We drove for a few more minutes in silence. I
pondered my fate in this weird female-dominated society.
Then we pulled up in front of a pretty apartment complex,
and Jane said, "Here it is. This is where you will live."
She parked the car, and quickly came around to my side to
open the door for me.
Jane took a set of keys out of her pocket and handed them
to Stephanie. "Here are the keys to your place. I think
you'll like it. We'll take you inside - it's just this
way."
SIX
Apartment 409. They led us inside. It was a beautiful,
spacious, modern, furnished apartment. It had a large
kitchen, large living and dining rooms, a den and two
bedrooms. It had two bathrooms; one with a two-person
Jacuzzi. There was a balcony overlooking a large, blue
pool. Down below I could see little children playing
gleefully in the water, with a few adults sunbathing by the
side.
When we entered the first bedroom, which had white walls
with gray trim, a very modern-looking bed and chest of
drawers and a built-in four-door closet, I instinctively
sat down on the bed.
Jane said, "Oh, Billy, you'll probably prefer the other
bedroom. This one's been made up for Steph."
The other bedroom had peach-colored walls with white trim.
The bed was made up with frilly, satin sheets. There was a
low dresser, a make-up table, and a picture of a basket of
puppy-dogs on the wall. The only thing that seemed
inappropriate in this "girlish" room that was meant for me,
was the built-in, two-door closet. True, the doors were
floor-to-ceiling mirrors, but I would have expect the
"girl"'s room to have a bigger closet than the "boy"'s, not
this way.
My surprise, however, didn't last long. Jane's brother
Lenny came into the room and proudly told me, "Billy,
you're going to LOVE this closet!"
With that he threw open the doors, revealing a long,
lighted, walk-in closet, complete with two clothes-rods, a
bunch of shelves, a shoe-rack, and another mirror on the
end. I should have known!
Jane told me she'd pick me up for school at eight o'clock
in the morning, then she left with her brother.
"So, what do you think?" asked Steph.
I made a face. I tried to set up my room the best I could,
arranging my wardrobe and other belongings in the peach-
colored room, and then went out onto the balcony to watch
the kids in the pool.
SEVEN
Steph left early the next morning for her first day at
work. I looked around my room - in the closet, in my
dresser, everywhere, and nearly went out of my mind. This
is really embarrassing coming out of the mind of a guy, but
I didn't know what to wear. I had no idea what the other
boys at school would be wearing - this dress looked too
formal, this outfit too informal. I tried calling Steph on
her cell-phone but she didn't answer, and I didn't know her
new number at work.
At around 7:30, panicking, I looked up the Trep's phone-
number in the phone book and gave her a call. Jane said
that her brother wasn't home, but that she'd come by to try
and give me a hand. I was embarrassed, but grateful that
she'd help me. After hanging up the phone I ran back to my
room, quickly took off the boyish pajamas I was wearing and
put on a short T-shirt and spandex shorts that Steph often
wore around the house back in Vermont. I combed out my hair
the best I could and put it in a simple ponytail. I had
just finished dabbing on a bit of lipstick when the
doorbell rang.
Jane took me by the hand and led me into my room.
"You look awesome the way you're dressed now, but it's a
little too informal for school. Here, let me take a look."
She started going through my closet. "I've got to tell you,
Billy. You're going to be the best-looking boy in the whole
class. You've got the best body. The girls will be all over
you...
To Be Continued?
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