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Sasha's Way ? by: Dee Eon
"--Please call me Sasha, ma'am; Carl's been gone since I was six,"
interjected the polite whispery drawl of the comely brunette eight-
year-old with a pert Barretted pixie cut, looking tiny in the judge's
chambers huge leather-upholstered chair that only enhanced the delicate
effect of the child's pink Peter Pan collared cardigan and white blouse
and pleated gray school uniform skirt properly spread across well-
rounded knees primly huddled above sleek calves and crossed ankle socks
and black penny loafers.
"I took all those funny tests the man gave me yesterday, but he didn't
tell me why daddy's in jail. He didn't do anything wrong, ma'am. Why is
he in jail just because some bad girls at school told on me when they
peeked at me tinkling in the bathroom?"
Judge Amy glimpsed her assistants, sharing the same sense of eerie
sympathy. "Er, Sasha, Mr. Humbert is in jail because he kidnapped a
child. That's against the law."
"But he didn't kidnap me if I didn't belong to anyone, right?"
Amy smiled. "You lived in a Tijuana trailer park actually, correct?"
"Not really. I lived in the dump just down the hill after mom left me
in our old trailer and never came back--before these men moved in and
pushed me out."
"I'm sorry such a cruel thing happened to you, Carl--"
"Sasha, ma'am, please?"
"Now, I understand that you managed to fend for yourself by joining
this garbage dump gang, right?"
"Yes ma'am. There're lots of older kids who made shacks out of junk and
taught you how to find food and things."
"O you poor thing! Didn't any adults help you?"
"The trailer camp people sometimes left old clothes and food outside,
but they really didn't want us in their trailer. "
The court assistants wore sober looks.
"Can't you at least put daddy in a better room like me, ma'am? He
doesn't like the way the other prisoners treat him. He doesn't deserve
it. He really doesn't."
Amy saw an assistant shrug. "We'll think about it, Sasha, but the
reason they don't like him is because of what he did to you."
"Daddy did nothing to me, ma'am. He saved me."
"Perhaps. Then, he also raised you as his daughter."
"I am daddy's daughter, ma'am."
"But you're a boy."
"I used to be a boy, ma'am. Not anymore. Not for years."
"Don't you miss being a boy, Carl?" Amy slyly baited, "Be truthful now,
okay?"
The child looked musive. "No, not any more--"
"But you didn't like Mr. Humbert making you dress in girls' clothes
after he brought you to his home, isn't that correct?"
"A--little."
"In fact you used to fight him about it, didn't you? You even tried to
run away, isn't that right?"
"I wasn't a very nice boy then, ma'am, but that was only for a little
while before daddy showed me how it wasn't so bad being a girl at all.
Now, I wouldn't ever be a boy again even if God asked me!"
"Oh? What did he do to change that?"
"He was kind to me. He gave me food and my very own room and we'd go to
Disneyland all the time on girls free day."
Amy looked quizzical. "'Girl's Free Day?'"
"Yes, that's when girls go in free but only if you dress up and look
nice. Daddy said I saved him so much money that way!"
"I bet," Amy uttered wryly, "What does your bedroom look like, Sasha?"
she asked and the child's feathery-lashed coffee eyes lit up.
"Oh, it has pink walls with flowers and bunnies on it and breezy lace
curtains and white dressers and a fluffy white carpet that's so soft!
Oh, and there's a nice vanity and a tall canopy bed!"
"It used to belong to Mr. Humbert's daughter Lola, right?"
"Yes ma'am."
"In fact, he picked you because you resemble her somewhat, right?"
Sasha's slim shoulders bounced with her slight shrug. "A little. But
that's not why he picked me. He liked me."
"What else did he do to make you like to be a girl?"
"Oh, he home schooled me and we shop and do church picnics and run
charity marathons and pageants and--"
"Pageant? You were in a girls' pageant?"
"Around fifteen, ma'am--and I won two!" Sasha proudly clucked with a
coral-glossed smile that lighted a becoming face that tweaked the jaded
hardened hearts in the room. "I have to wear wiglets and hair extenders
because my natural hair's a little short and it helps having long hair,
but in a year or so I might not need them anymore!"
Amy cleared her throat. "Er, Carl--"
"Sasha, please ma'am?"
"Er, Sasha, how were you able to do that? They look over the girls at
these pageants very closely."
"Oh, daddy trains me every day, ma'am. I had to practice poise and how
to groom and speak and walk proper and how to talk and laugh like
other girls do and be like that all the time, always."
"Every day?"
"Yes ma'am. I couldn't pass 'Free Girls Day' if I didn't."
"Sasha, don't you ever dream what you're missing as a boy? You know,
baseball and wearing pants and--well, just hanging around boys?"
"I used to like being a boy, but that was before I found out being a
girl feels a lot better."
"What do you mean 'feels better'?"
"Well, you get to wear soft pretty things and go to Disneyland and
people smile at how you dress and slumber parties--"
"You went to slumber parties?" Amy blurted.
"Yes ma'am, with my friends."
"All girls?"
"Yes ma'am."
"And what did they think of that?"
"Oh, we had fun!"
"But couldn't they tell that you were a boy?"
"No ma'am. daddy taught me how to tuck my shame deep under so that no
one can ever tell, even if I wasn't wearing panties or swimsuits."
The eyebrows of Amy and the others jumped. "Shame? You mean your
penis is a shame?"
Sasha blushed. "We don't say what it is, ma'am, but it's a shame to me
because it's so embarrassing."
The attorneys glimpsed another.
"Er, Sasha...when Mr. Humbert thought you this trick, did he ever touch
your private parts at all?"
"No ma'am! I did it all by myself!"
"Were there any cameras in the room?"
"None ma'am."
"Or other men or boys?"
"No ma'am."
"Has he ever touched your private parts at all?"
"Never ma'am, He'd never do that!" Sasha passionately blurted; "The
older boys at the dump and men at the trailer park used to poke you and
-and other mean things, but not my daddy! He's way kinder than anyone's
been to me! He doesn't belong in jail! He doesn't!"
"That's what we're trying to see, Sasha," Amy said, passing a tissue to
the child. "Sasha, suppose we asked you to just--pose as a boy for a
few weeks."
Sasha prettily frowned, "Why, ma'am?"
"We just want you to pass as a boy for awhile so that the boys at
juvenile hall won't tease you anymore."
"Why can't I stay in the girls' section, ma'am?"
"Because...well, it's a little crowded there right now, but we'll
see, okay?"
"Would it help daddy out of jail?"
"Couldn't hurt."
"Can I see him again?"
"I'll--arrange it, sure."
Sasha mulled then sighed and nodded and Amy smiled and rose, prompting
the child to gracefully bloom off her chair.
"Al right Sasha, that's all. This hearing is over. The next time we see
you will be at the proceedings, understand?"
"I think so. Will daddy be there?"
"Er, yes. He'll be there. Until then, do what the court matron tells
you about your boys' wear, understand?"
"Yes ma'am. Thank you, sirs. Good night and God bless."
"Er, good night to you too, Sasha," Amy motioned to the woman court
officer who was taken aback as Sasha fanned out her skirt and drew back
a foot for a low sincere curtsy to Amy then the assistants before
gracefully strolling out ahead the ushering officer.
Assistant investigator Archer whispered. "Holy smoke!"
Legal assistant Jackson shook his head. "Humbert scrambled that poor
kid's head but good!"
"Well, I don't know," the charmed steno uttered. "That little lady--
kid's charming as hell. I wish my daughters were half as feminine as
that!"
"Except that's a boy, not a girl," Amy admonished, perplexed, faced her
clinical advisor, Quincy. "Where do we stand?"
"The psychological tests fall right in the center of the psychosexual
standard bell curve. In other words, Sasha's ratings are
indistinguishable from girls her age. The only variance is that she
exhibits a conservative femininity more in line the norms of the '50s
then today, but that's far more a plus than a minus, considering."
"Well, she sure ain't no tomboy!" quipped Jackson.
"Do we have anything on her--his trailer park life?" Amy asked Archer.
"From what I dug out, the kid was a pint-sized garbage scamp. Most all
those throw-away kids down there are. They're like human rats,
scavenging for food, some of them as young as four years old and tough
as nails, Me Tarzan, you Jane. It's totally unreal and it's supposedly
common in South America too The residents who are left recall Carl as a
very Tarzan type up to the day he disappeared."
"No evidence of effeminacy?"
"None that they remember."
"I thought gender core identity was pretty much sealed and set by three
or four; Sash--er, Carl, almost sounds like he's completely rejected
any notion of being a boy."
"Under duress and captivity," issued Jackson. "Like the Patty Hearst
syndrome, right?"
"Well, I wouldn't know; Sasha obviously enjoys the role," the steno
issued. "Thanks to lots of comfort, rewards, love."
"A whole lot than where a came from," Archie added.
"Carl did try to run away at first, so there was some measure of
coercion applied here," reminded Amy.
"Yea, his boy ego was bucking pink!" Jackson japed.
"Granted," Quincy said, pausing. "However, that doesn't mean that the
child's concession was by duress. There's no signs of physical abuse,
no psychological wounds. It might very well be that Carl willfully
subjugated into Sashay as a pragmatic adaption."
"Voluntary transsexualism?" Amy said, "That runs right smack against
what the transgender community believes, Jack!"
"I think if you presented someone a situation that promised fulfillment
and excitement for a relatively minor price, it might be doable. Race
car drivers and sky divers accept death for a thrill that might sum up
the purpose of their lives. We already know that there activities and
sports which to some are more fulfilling than sex."
Amy frowned, "Saying Carl might be erotically aroused as well?"
"I'm certain that cross-dressing component's in there, but it'd just be
spicing an already pleasing and positive experience."
"Are you saying an impressionable young boy with a rough and tumble
male core identity could be groomed into a transgender child?"
"The Hilter youth were trained to have no emotions regarding the
hunting out and even participating in the assassination of Jews. Many
even found the experience enjoyable without remorse. You strip a
child's inhibitions and conscience enough and replace them with dogma
wrapped in pleasure and almost any mind set's possible."
"How do you think Humbert did it?"
"There are several subtle methods, for example that bogus 'Free Girls
Day' was obviously a shrewd ply of Humbert's to convince Carl to keep
his girls' clothes on for a tangible reward. Carl would've willfully
suspended his natural repulsion towards wearing girls' clothes for the
fun and fantasy and excitement of Disneyland every weekend. Remember
where this child was raised the first six years of his life; in a
trailer shack park by a dump then the dump itself.
Disneyland would seem like heaven. That doesn't even factor in the kind
of gender-role reinforcement Sasha's had from the thrill and flattery
of winning pageants and parties and such. Wearing a dress and
pretending to be a girl would seem a tiny price for such happiness."
Jackson snickered, "Sure sounds like brainwashing!"
"Or enlightenment."
"Aw, com'on!"
"Would you doubt that Sasha's happiness and content isn't genuine?"
"Look, it's hard for me to believe that wearing chicks' clothes for two
years of Disneyland can make a boy switch sexual allegiances like that
lock, stock and barrel!"
"Well, you saw it sitting pretty in that chair!" Judge Amy said,
sighing. "The question is, is Sasha a legitimate feminine personality
or a self-delusion? I'd hate to see Sasha forced into a boy again if
her heart's set on being a girl."
"It's the child's mind, not heart we're concerned with, your honor,"
Jackson issued. "Look; little boy sees himself as being rescued by a
nut case and is grateful as hell for a real bed, warm baths, hot food
and clean clothes--even if they're girls' clothes. Sure he thinks he's
a real girl; the daughter act's starting to stick, but it's still just
an act, right? Now, without Humbert's influence, isn't there chance
that this dainty delusion might start to crumble?"
Quincy shook his head "I don't know whether steeping her--er, him back
in a boy's world for several days or weeks will do it. I think Sasha's
more of a complete and stable personality structure than we assume. I
mean, I was observing involuntary feminine gestures and body English
while her attention was focused answering questions. If it was just an
act or affection she would have to think about each pose."
"So you're saying Sasha really is transgender?" asked Amy.
"I think we're looking at a unique form of psychosexual shaping
reinforced by positive female experiences and atrophied male ones."
"So, righting this imbalance of gender experiences might shake the real
cat from the tree, correct?"
Quincy mulled, "There is a chance--" he turned to the stenographer.
"Er, around ten minutes in?"
The steno recited her log; "Sasha: 'I didn't like it, the whole boy
thing. Mostly I hated the clothes, I like girls clothes. Girls clothes
are better, don't you think they're better?' Judge Amy: 'What do you
think would happen if you put on your old boys' clothes, Sasha?' Sasha:
'Well, I guess I'd be a boy again, but I'd much rather be a girl. It's
better. You wouldn't want to be a boy. Believe me, I know--'"
"Stop," Quincy said. "I keep perceiving undertones of neutrality in the
balance here; 'I like', 'better', 'much rather'. It's as though Carl's
weighing a life quality issue more than a gender preference."
"Are you saying Carl's gender core hasn't quite solidified yet?"
"Let's say that it's under severe review. It's only been a little more
than a year or so, which is remarkable and alarming."
"Why so?"
"Without any input being a boy or any negative life experiences, Carl's
personality will ultimately re-define and gel into Sasha."
"Even separated from Humbert?"
"I think Sasha's ego and self-esteem's nearly self-reinforcing now.
She'll only indulge female things and interests that have been steady
at giving her pleasure and stroking her vanity and firming up her new
gender core identity. There's just no incentive to derail a good
thing."
"What would it take?" Amy asked bluntly.
"It'd require a full male-role immersion program, replete with
masculine leader models and a spunky set of male peers."
"The 'Y' has some pretty good character-building programs," Archie
suggested. "I'm a counselor myself!"
"But won't he get teased?" steno asked, concerned.
"That's why I asked Sasha to pose as a boy," Amy said, sighing. "It's a
little sneaky, but it's better we find out now just how sturdy a pink
castle Carl's built around himself. How long can Humbert be held on
kidnapping?"
Jackson thought. "The kid brought up a good point; since he's a
homeless waif; Humbert could weasel out of hard time for having rescued
a child from sordid circumstances, no less. Heck, he could even look a
saint except he screwed a boy's head around. But we can make the kid
our ward due his corrupting the mental welfare of a minor."
"Hope the transgender lobby doesn't catch wind of this," Archie brought
up. "If it can be proved that giving boys equal time to a girls'
experiences might pique more than just curiosity..."
Jackson scoffed, "Com'on!"
"Don't laugh too hard," Quincy said. "There's nothing in the books
prohibiting reversed gender-role play activities from kindergarten up.
A case can be made that it'd promote more respect and understanding
between the sexes in an age of spousal abuse and sky-high divorces.
It's never been seriously considered because of the right wing and
we've always assumed by kindergarten that gender core identities were
pretty much set in granite and immutable to environment. Of course,
there was no real way we could--ethically test such an assumption.
Until now."
The steno wondered, "Can you imagine? Not just swapping sex roles in
kindergarten playhouses, but for the whole class!"
Jackson shook his head, "Jesus. Talk about a poster child for
Queerdom!"
"Well, not just boys!" the steno continued, intrigued. "I mean, Sasha's
so cute and charming and dainty that I have a feeling a lot of moms
will be staring cross-eyed at their son-clone little tomboys and
wondering why can't they be that nice and feminine too?"
Amy considered that with dismay, "Alright then. Let's take Disneyland
away for a few weeks and see what happens to our limbo little lady."
"I know what they're trying to do, daddy; they're trying to turn me
back a boy again!" Sasha softly rued across the glass portion in the
jail's visiting section. "I try to pretend I'm a tomboy instead of
a boy so I won't forget I'm a girl, but it's still so hard."
Humbert nodded, "Sasha, the only way is for you to run away."
"Run away? No, daddy!"
"Shh, not so loud, Sasha. Look, honey, I'll get out of here eventually,
but you can't let them brainwash you."
"I won't!"
"No, you won't. Now, you haven't forgotten all those wild boy-ways you
used to use to run away from me, don't you?"
Sasha blushed. "That was so--stupid."
"It doesn't matter now; you've seen the light, and now you have to keep
it lit. First, you got to use the 'Y's computers to log on a e-mail box
called [email protected] with your usual password. There're things
there I wrote long before the cops came that can help you just for
situations like this. I'll also keep in contact by e-mail, alright,
pumpkin?"
Sniffling back tears, Sasha pressed her little hand up to the pane to
meet Humbert's. "I will, daddy. Promise."
* * * *
Jackson smiled at Amy's gawk at the slight small boy in sweaty
basketball togs dribbling on the YMCA gym floor with several junior
high boys. "Hard to believe that used to be a dainty lil' chicklette,
eh, your honor? Even the boys haven't guessed he wasn't anything but
a jock like them! He can't wait to score against the Talos Hoopers
tomorrow!"
Amy nodded. "Looks like you were right. I almost feel sorry. Humbert
could've made a fortune running a finishing school for little girls
instead of trying to convert little boys into one! So you don't think
we'll need to lock his juvie door nights anymore?"
"Naw, the kid's finally turned his head around and likes himself.
Fancies himself a fellow stud! Heck, he wants to 'treat' me to a
Knick's game tonight! Can you believe it??"
"I know it's gonna be a long long line, but you want me to buy some
franks when I come back from the bathroom?" asked Carl, standing up
from the Madison Square Garden seats, dressed in blue jeans and Rangers
sweatshirt and tennis shoes and his short parted hair.
Pausing from rooting the home team, Jackson dug out his wallet. "Five
dogs with everything, champ--and don't forget to wash your hands!"
"Yes sir," Carl said, stuffing the ten bill in his trousers pocket and
walking out of the bleachers.And out the Garden.
Downstairs to Penn station and the gallery of bruised lockers where he
found and punched the combination of locker 969 and pried out the
stuffed shopping bag and hefted it toward the platform staircases.
The conductor jovially punched tickets as the Amtrack train started to
roll and as he came upon aisle 47 he quizzically blinked and glimpsed
around. "Wha--? Wasn't there a little boy with a bag here when the
doors opened a couple minutes ago?"
"That was my brother, sir. He came to see me goodbye."
"Oh, very nice of him!" the conductor said with a chuckle, charmed by
the sweet smile of the comely blue-eyed creature primly sitting in a
ruffled canary blouse and full teal skirt whose crinoline slip's lacy
flounce peeked out from under a hem draped across huddled ivory-filmed
knees and calves above frilly anklets and suede skimmer pumps as
charcoal black as her waist's thick tight shiny belt. She brushed from
her rosy cheek a tendril of flaxen blondness cascading from her wide
straw bonnet and over slim pouf shoulders as her white knit glove
handed him the ticket.
"So, on your way to see grandma, young lady?"
"My cousins in Virginia, sir."
"Well, I'll see that I'll make it a nice trip for you, okay?"
"Thank you, sir," Sasha said, taking back the ticket.and putting it
in her white purse and settling back and pining for daddy and
wondering about the secret haven ahead where he'd somehow someday
meet Lola in full bloom.
"I hear you gave ole' Jackson the boot. Couldn't happen to a nicer
bigot."
Amy was pissed. "We know you somehow arranged Carl's escape, Humbert!"
"Me? Don't children get lost in the big city all the time, judge?"
"It'll be on your head if anything happens to Carl."
"Carl doesn't exist anymore, don't you know that?"
"No, I don't believe that. Buried deep that deluded child beats a young
very confused boy, not some antiquated relic of femininity. And we'll
find him, with or without your assistance."
"By that time there'll be no doubt in anyone's head what Sasha is,"
Humbert smugly said, rising away from the visiting room.
Amy spun to Archie, "You've got to find Carl before that happens,
Archie. Sasha's like a sweet tooth corroding his masculinity alive. If
she does and it's verifiable, she could make Humbert's humanitarian
case and one for the whole damn gay and transgendered community."
"Gonna be tough. The A.P.B. turned up zit. And if she had outside help
and has left the city..."
"I don't care how much it costs. No dainty slip of a bygone prissy
miss's going to make a fool out of me!..."
FIN?
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