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My Three Sons 15: Three Rooms and a Closet
By Ron Dow75
13-year-old Jesse was sitting glumly in the in the bedroom
a closet and a bathroom down from her own. "A nun," she
muttered. Change her religion because she changed her sex?
{Barefoot and in a short sleeve green gingham
dress, she was holding onto the arms of an
upholstered chair that made her feel smaller.}
The door was open; Uncle Charley yelled, "Jesse! Leave the
other one alone, and get in here!" from down the hall.
Straightening up by her bed, Tammy said to Jesse, "I must
be "the other one"." The well-developed big sister in pink
had just placed the "Snow White" top sheet on her bed.
{She was still in her '50-esque shocking pink
stiff and full glace circle skirt, pale pink
blouse with an embroidered cursive "T", bobby
socks and loafers.}
Annoyed, Jesse said, "The only reason Uncle Charley
remembers my name, I bet, is because Winnie's in there
talking about me," reluctantly getting out of the chair in
the corner.
{The girl in the shoulder-length blond bob wig
did like getting off her fatty butt.}
The 16-year-old in the bouffant wig went back to one of the
large boxes to get the blanket, "Then you'd better get in
there. With the way Winnie likes to talk, she might tell
him something you might not want him to know."
{She wondered again if what surrounded her legs
was just another form of an even more old-
fashioned hoop skirt.}
Jesse said, "I haven't been a girl long enough to have
something I don't want him to know about." Then up and
moving her girl-shape legs her self-consciousness was
brought back to Tampax and the reason she had come into
Tammy's room in the first place.
{Passing her, Jesse saw again she was about the
same height on her as Chip had been to Robbie.
But Tammy had shrunk. Jesse did not want to find
out just how short she was now.}
+++
Out in the hall, Jesse wondered if others could pick up on
the signals her very warm body seemed to be sending to all
her senses. If Dad was being a dad, he wouldn't be bringing
it up until they were alone. Tammy knew about it, but
hadn't mentioned it, not directly, anyway. Uncle Charley
had to make comments about everything, but at 72 he should
be too far over the hill to give much notice. Winnie was
too young to know about what things meant, but she would be
too curious to let it go.
Taking a big breath, Jesse prepared to enter her room.
She told herself the best way to deal with her guilt was to
pretend it wasn't happening, and use that game to help
distract her from her very soft, firm body. It would've
worked well enough in Tammy's room, if she hadn't insisted
on talking about baby showers and dwarves.
She announced, "Okay, I'm here, Uncle Charley."
Her beaten-faced Uncle Charley told her, "You should've
been here in the first place. Look! Your roommate has
already finished making her own bed, and is now helping to
unpack another box."
{He was five-foot ten-inches tall.}
10-year-old Winnie said, "I'm not unpacking this box. It
has girl stuff in it."
{The small girl over by one of the large
cardboard boxes in this room had on a blue-
ribbed jumper over a plain long-sleeved white
blouse. One of her black punch-wingtip-style
Mary Janes was visible.}
Uncle Charley said to her, "They've all got girl things in
them."
{He could talk, in his gray slacks, thin belt,
and white long-sleeved shirt. He even wore
comfortable old brown oxfords with brown socks.}
Winnie, in her clear frame glasses, answered, "But these
are extra girl; stuffed animals, a toy ironing board,
plastic dishes, play jewelry box...I think it's even got a
doll house underneath." She looked, but did not want to
touch.
(The tips of her brunet Dutch Boy brunet wig fell
forward.}
Uncle Charley told her, "You'll unpack them: And keep them!
The neighbor ladies were nice enough to donate these
things. What will they think, if they hear they gave their
kids' things to ungrateful brats?"
{His thin dark red hair was simply bowl cut and
plastered down. Because he'd been out, he'd
combed some of it to the side.}
Winnie said, "How are they going to know? Who's going to be
in our room?" moving away from the box of cooties.
{Her hem hit mid-thigh, making her short legs
look longer.}
Jesse told her, "Neighborhood girls is who." She had gone
to one of the other boxes, and looked in it. This one was
nearly empty, but it did have two quilts and a white frilly
thing that could be curtains.
Her small fists went to her hips, Winnie said, "Why would I
let them in!?!" The idea associating with girls any more
than she had to still did not appeal to the newly former
boy.
Uncle Charley said, "Jesse's right! Girls flock together
like gaggling geese. They'll share just about anything but
boyfriends."
{He had stayed near the door as if he were
guarding an escape.}
At the mention of that ugly word, Jesse had to talk about
something else, "Try and keep girls out, and they'll keep
you out of doing stuff with them."
{Chip used to like the sound of a girl's voice.}
Winnie said, "Good. Why would I want to do the stuff that's
in that box?" moving away from all of them.
(But not too much; she still wasn't used to the
touches she got from wearing a dress.}
Jesse said, "Not good. You've said yourself before boys
your age don't like to play with girls. Who are you going
to be friends with, if not girls?" Another box had things
that were carefully wrapped and backed with tissue papers.
(Neither had she; she tried not to let the back
of her dress's skirt raise.}
Uncle Charley added, "And like it or not, girls have got to
have girl friends. It's like a Law of the Jungle."
{The old merchant marine with the shifted load
liked to tell stories, and not just of the sea.}
Winnie was a little suspicious, "Do girls really belong in
jungles? The only jungle girl I know of is Jane."
(Even with her thumbs-and-indexes on her
underdeveloped hips, she did not seem that much
like a girl.}
Jesse grumbled, "Trust me, there are jungle girls out
there. They just don't get on TV much." Two of the tissue
wrapped things had the shape of a lamp and a shade. There
were also probably vases and knick-knacks.
{The fact that she wasn't wearing a bra took her
mind off her hem.}
Uncle Charley said, "At least not during prime time."
Winnie dropped her hands, "This has to do with girls having
to wear dresses, doesn't it?"
{She was completely covered except for the big
hole.}
Jesse said, glancing at her before lowering her eyes,
"Yeah. Something like that."
{Before she knew about Tampaxes first hand, she
had thought she knew what they didn't wear under
grass skirts.}
Winnie said, "Boy, I guess you can't even be a jungle-girl
in America unless you have on a grass skirt," looking at
the dress-skirt she held up.
{Then the hole would be all torn up.}
Uncle Charley said, "Or a sarong."
{His favorite stories were set in the South
Seas.}
Jesse asked, "Uncle Charley, could you stop saying things
like that?"
{Her attitude about what girls wore had changed
now that she might have to wear them. Wearing
cocoanuts was no longer funny.}
Uncle Charley challenged, "Why should I? When I signed onto
this outfit, it was understood I was too old to change my
seadog ways. Now, just because there are girls around, I
have to lower the salt content even more than I have
been!?"
Seeing the look on the young girl's face, he added, "Look,
I won't be saying anything worse than you'll hear from
others. If you can weather my spray, it'll prepare you for
the real storms to come."
Jesse nodded; she understood. She just didn't have to like
it.
{Why was she being punished? Chip hadn't put
girls down. He liked girls. Jesse on the other
hand didn't feel the same.}
Winnie said, "I like the way Uncle Charley talks. It's
colorful. It adds interest to our dull lives."
{Winnie was being Ernest again.}
Jesse said, "Dull lives!? You think it's normal for a guy
to become a girl!?!"
{Her dress along with her breasts moved up with
her arms. Her nerves were causing her to gesture
more than she usually did. Which cause her boobs
to do things!}
Winnie said, "Dad says we're supposed to go from normal
boys to normal girls. Seeing as girls don't get to do as
much junk as boys, things have got to get more dull."
{Her and her bucktoothed logic.}
Uncle Charley muttered, "We can only hope so."
Jesse, scowling, moved over to her unmade bed; "Let's see
how much you like his language when you learn what the
words mean."
{On top of everything else, she wasn't used to
walking in bare feet, let alone ones that she
was sure was also different. Wasn't there
anything of hers that used to be his?}
Winnie told her, "You mean swear words. I know what they
mean. And Uncle Charley only uses them when he thinks we're
not around."
{Her arms crossed, she was leaning against the
bureau, her bare knees locked.}
Uncle Charley, across the room, ordered, "Quiet! I have a
reputation to maintain. I'm supposed to be nautical all the
time."
Jesse reached for the sheets; "You only think you know what
those words mean` `11. Wait until you take Hygiene in
Junior High."
{Again with the hair, hem and breasts.}
Before the little kid could make any more comments on that
subject, Jesse held up the contour sheet, "Don't you have
any other sheet than this one?!"
{Up went the breasts, down went the hem, back
went the hair.}
Uncle Charley looked at it, and said, "I think Little Bo
Peep is the perfect print for a bed." And he jabbed a
finger over his head, "You can count her sheep."
Winnie said, "How can you count them if they're lost?
Wouldn't Mary-Had-a-Little-Lamb be better?"
{She had decided to move over near her bed. Jesse
was next to it, after all.}
Uncle Charley told her, "No! You want to encourage her to
sleep in school? She's going to have enough excuses not to
keep her mind on her classes."
{He had gone to leaning his hand on the short
bureau beside the door.}
Jesse winced, "School..." Looking away from the print
sheet and the gingham bust over it, she looked at the two
boxes she hadn't looked into yet. Uncle Charley, his arms
crossed, shook his head.
She thought, and her eyes fell onto Winnie's bed, again.
This time the print meant something. Under the "Big Valley"
blanket, it had a blue twin horses with their legs in two
different positions galloping through puddles repeated over
the sheet. "Why can't me and Winnie trade? Mother Goose is
more her age, anyway."
Uncle Charley told her, "She came when she was supposed to.
She got first pick. End of argument."
{His crossed arms were still crossed.}
Jesse asked, "But if I can get her to trade? What do you
want, Winnie?" The small girl was now standing between her
and it.
Winnie thought about it, "What do I want... How about you
tell me why girls like horses even before they're old
enough to know why?"
Jesse said, "What!??!" She saw Uncle Charley try to hide an
embarrassed guffaw.
Winnie added, "It has to do with the birds and the bees, or
Uncle Charley would've told me why."
Her belly and lower parts squeezing (but not closing),
Jesse let the Bo Peep unfurl, "Never mind. I'll use this
one."
His hand up in front of his nearly smiling face, Uncle
Charley said softly to Winnie, "You couldn't've handled
that better than if you knew what you were doing."
Winnie said, "I'll have to remember about horses. Who
could've thought they could frighten girls, too."
+++
Tammy used her discipline not to touch her face, though the
makeup was bothering it. Some of it had already come off on
her hands earlier.
Tammy closed her bedroom door. She, then, unbuckled her
belt as she moved towards the store bags she'd left on the
bureau underneath the window. She had promised Dad she'd
wear dresses until it was no longer a novelty. Once she
understood why girls seemed to prefer dresses, then she
would be free to choose, more or less. (Dresses were the
normal wear for girls in Bryant Park.) But that pledge did
not cover this pink atrocity that Mrs. McDonald had
practically forced her into. It was meant to remind men of
the '50s.
{She had to look over her 36D bust to see
anything below it. And the blouse would be a
pale pink.}
Unbuckling, then unbuttoning, Tammy let the stiff glace
circle skirt fall down her legs. She stepped out of it, and
kicked it away with the last ankle to leave. It actually
felt better to be wearing nothing below the waist but
loafers, bobby socks, and pink, lacy, satin panties
(another of the woman's ideas). She felt free.
{She felt funny in satin. And with her globular
buttocks, there was only more to feel funny.}
Free: As long as she was alone in her own room, she
thought, glancing at the door. Inside the bag was a brown
skirt she did like, along with a short sleeve yellow shirt
collar blouse and half-slip. She already thought of them as
her good clothes.
{Her slim hands were touching things she seldom
touched. There were only a couple of times she
could remember when they didn't have a girl
under them.}
She sighed, and put back the package with the multi-colored
scarves, and the one with the leather band watch, gold
plated kite-shaped scarf pin and matching earrings. She
still had to unpack the rest of the stuff for her room.
Until the department store delivered the things they'd
bought, the only other change of clothes she had was lying
on the floor.
And on her shoulders and boobs, she thought, pulling the
material of the button-down pale pink blouse.
{But not pulling hard enough to cause her boobs
to move.}
She looked down at just how undressed she was. Unlike a
shirt there was no tail to hang down and cover her
underpanties. "This wouldn't even qualify for a mini
skirt," she told herself looking at the straight hem. For
one brief moment, she felt the cool smoothness of the satin
with her fingers...
Her unshaved, blond legs spoiled the delusion.
{Of course, they didn't look like a guy's legs,
either. Hairy legs were just a turn-off.}
She looked around, and her eyes fell again on the boxes. "I
know," she said, heading for them. "I bet there's a
bathrobe or something in one." Of the half-a-ton of clothes
they must have bought today, sleepwear wasn't among them.
The box her Snow White sheets and white-with-a-few-red-
roses blanket came in had other Disney merchandise in it.
Tammy, briefly, wondered which of the neighborhood girls
had outgrown that phase. There were a couple of candidates.
One was her own age.
But there was no Daisy Duck bathrobe. Thankfully.
{Did they sell anything with the Queen on it?}
She looked into the next large cardboard box. On the top
was a green, light linen curtain that didn't look like it
could give any privacy. It had a large wreath-sized wicker
ring sewn in towards one end; four braided, satin covered
ropes came out from it, two longer than the others. "I've
got a feeling this isn't for the windows." Pulling it out
of the box far enough to look under it, Tammy found
something similar in red. But, she found, shorter. It did
not have wicker ring or satin ropes, but it did have a
linen belt.
She prayed, "Oh! This can't be the bathrobe." Underneath it
was a more substantial pink linen tailored tie-down vest
and drawstring shorts. Underneath that was what looked like
a flower print (peach-with-green-and-blue) slip with
matching panties.
{The panties weren't even as covering as those
she thought normal girls must wear.}
Tammy looked at the semi-transparent red thing in her hand
and groaned, "It is. Which of the girls in the neighborhood
wore this?" She doubted it belonged to Snow White.
The door opened, "Tammy, you being the oldest, I think we-"
Steven Douglas stopped when he caught sight of her holding
a flimsy negligee (or so he thought of it) up in front of
her. Alone for just a few minutes and she was already out
of her skirt and down to her lingerie.
Tammy would have thought the same thing, "Dad! It's not
like that: I swear! I was looking for some grubbies to work
in."
{Talk about feeling funny in her satin
underpanties.}
Dad Douglas kept his steely eyes on her baby blues, "No
comment."
{He was clothed in a pale blue oxford shirt,
gray-blue slacks, black socks and black
dress oxfords.}
Still holding onto the see-through thing, Tammy hurried to
get the shocking pink skirt on the floor, "The sleepwear
aren't much better. We're going to have to buy pajamas, I
mean a nightdress."
{Before, she had never really been embarrassed to
show her legs to Dad (not that the family
believed in leaving things uncovered.)}
Dad politely kept his gaze away from her, "We'll see. I'm
afraid we don't have much left, though, without a bonus.
Today's shopping has bitten deep into our savings. Anything
more will come from the fund set aside for a possible
layoff during weak plane development."
Stepping, Tammy dropped the short peignoir to pick up the
skirt, "We could dip into our college funds," she
suggested.
{She really did not like bending over in a bra.}
Dad told her, "No, we could not. I swore to your mother
that our children would attend college."
Tammy lifted the skirt up her unshaved legs, "It's not like
there is that many job opportunities past college for
women."
{The material wanted to brush against the lay of
the hairs.}
Dad said, "Statistically. But are you willing to become
just a statistic?"
Tammy pulled it up past her hips and butt, "No. I'm sorry.
I'll become an engineer, even if it's in the little
explored area of "woman engineer"."
{The heavy, stiff material rode on her hips and
butt.}
Steve could tell by the sounds it was probably okay to look
at her, "You have the option of not attending, of course.
But then, you will not be eligible for the money until you
are thirty."
(He made a point of trying to see Robbie under
the makeup... that had a smear and was beginning to
run.}
Tammy buttoned the two on the front of her skirt, "I
understand. If I can get a scholarship, that much more of
the money will be waiting for me." She then put the belt
through the last loop and started buckling, "But we need to
think about where the money's going to come from today's
expenses." Did it. "Is that what you wanted to talk to me
about?"
{It wasn't the kind of belt Robbie would wear,
but it was a belt.}
Now that she was decent, Dad could come closer, "No. We
haven't had a chance to talk since the... incident, one on
one."
{Some of the makeup had gotten onto the skirt
from her hands.}
Tammy said, "Dad to daughter?" She stood with her weight
mainly on one foot, trying to look casual.
{Finding a casual place for her arms wasn't easy
when she had 36-inch hips.}
That made Steven Douglas even more uncomfortable. "As the
oldest, I expect you to set an example-"
{He was six foot three.}
Tammy said, "I'm sorry to do this, Dad. But I definitely
have to head for the bathroom."
{Her hands wandered near her lower abdomen.}
Steve asked, "Bathroom?... Oh! Yes, the, uh, bathroom," the
slightly red man nodded.
To be continued.
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