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My Three Sons 16: Out of the Bathroom
By Ron Dow75
Blond bobbed Jesse jiggled the locked knob and jiggled as she pounded on the
bathroom door, "How long are you going to be in there?!"
{She was standing in her bare feet sticking out
of a gingham dress while forced to pay more
attention on what was happening at the other end
of her legs.}
Brunet Winnie said, "I heard it takes women longer to do things in the bathroom."
She was standing near her.
{She was standing in black Mary Janes that
that reached down from out of a mid-thigh ribbed
jumper.}
Carrot top Uncle Charley said, "When there were two girl-happy boys who couldn't
pass a mirror were living in this house, I would've given you even money on
that." He was standing just outside their bedroom door.
Winnie said, "Well, they're not girl-happy, now."
{And she wasn't happy, either.}
Hearing that, Jesse pounded even harder, "Open up, Tammy! It's not like a girl
can just stand around and wait!"
{And there'd be even less standing around if it
weren't for her bulky pad taped to her panties.}
Uncle Charley didn't like hearing that; he motioned her sister, "Come on, Winnie!
Leave her alone. You still have to fix up your room!"
Little Dutch Boy Winnie said, "I'm smaller than she is. You don't think I don't
have to go, too?"
{She had on plain white cotton underpants that
stayed closer to her bottom than boys' had. And
the thinner elastic bands made it seem sturdy.}
Before he could answer, the bathroom door opened. Only the threat of Tammy's size
D bust kept Jesse from squeezing in past her.
{Though she could imagine her own set (Cs, were
they?) just making it under them. (Why did she
think they were small?)}
Winnie thought about ducking and wedging her way in under the two overhanging
eaves.
(At a couple of inches over 4 feet, she wouldn't
have to duck much.}
Jesse got in and closed the door as soon as she could.
Tammy asked, "What was that all about?"
{The towel around her pale pink bloused
shoulders, like her face, was smudged with
makeup.}
Staring, Winnie said, "It has something to do with horses."
{She thought that Tammy had just been interrupted
while she was washing the stuff off her face.}
Blond Tammy brought her hand up to scratch... her bouffant wig. She didn't,
"Horses?"
{Her fingers had been smudged somewhat, too,
where she had tried to rub off what makeup had
remained on her.}
Uncle Charley told her, "Never mind! Look! You, the little one, if you have to go
so bad, go down downstairs!" thrusting a thumb in the direction.
Winnie said, "I don't think I can go without going. Girls don't go like boys."
{She was trying to stay still.}
Tammy agreed, "I never realized those muscles were used regularly. It does lessen
their specialness."
{She didn't have to use them much right now. But
as the muscles under her bladder strained....}
Uncle Charley told her, "If you're talking about what I think you're talking
about, I don't want to hear about it! Hasn't Steve talked you about setting the
proper example, yet!?!"
Steve Douglas said, "I was trying to, when this little, er, emergency came up."
He had finally come out of Tammy's room.
{All six foot three of him.}
Tammy explained to the males, "It's not like Winnie doesn't know about what
muscles I'm talking about."
{Damn! Just talking about them suggested she
should test them...But they were so dry.}
Speak of suggestion and: Pressing her thighs together, Winnie said, "And they're
weak, because I'm small."
{All kids know that if you think too hard about
it, it only seems worse. And here they were
talking about the mechanics!}
Uncle Charley said, "Yeah! But that's all she knows they're for!" moving towards
the group.
His nephew-in-law told the man, "It's you that have stepped over the line, now,
Charley."
Tammy appealed, "But, Dad!.."
{She was a bit of a sight with her makeup only in
the first stage of removal.}
Dad told her, "We'll talk about it in private. First you, then Jesse-"
{He was like a tree trunk.}
Winnie's face brightened, "Then, me?!"
{She had the fresh face of innocence. It still
had a smudge on it, though.}
Dad nodded, "Yes, you, too. Though I don't know exactly what we're going to talk
about, yet."
(He was solid, his waist didn't lessen.}
Uncle Charley reached out, and hit the bathroom door, "How long are you going to
be in there!?! We already had to save the rugs from stains once today!"
{He was now a tall 5'10".}
Winnie said, "He means when I didn't make it to the bathroom this morning." Late
morning to be more precise.
{She was squirming more than Ernie would have.}
Uncle Charley told her, "You-Jesse!! Answer me when I'm yelling at you!"
Tammy reminded him, "It's not like all she has to do now is pull down a zipper
and the front of her underpants."
{The good old days.}
Uncle Charley told her, "I know how it's done. All she has to do is lift her
dress, pull down her knickers, and sit!"
Winnie said, "Then do the whole thing in reverse. It's almost more trouble than
it's worth."
{She remembered how Ernie had sometimes wished
there was an easier way than his way.}
From behind the door, Jesse told, "Will you guys stop talking about it! Isn't it
bad enough to have to do it without having to listen to an audience talk about
the details!?!"
Winnie said, "Those aren't the details. The details are what you do between that
stuff."
{Dad had once said, "Life is the details." Or
something like that.}
Dad said to her, "That'll be enough, Winnie." He then stepped among the cluster
and up to the door, "Jesse, are you finished?"
{He stood above even Uncle Charley.}
Sounding embarrassed, she admitted, "No. I left a mess. And, and the dress has
a...." he voice trailed off.
Steve got the picture; Uncle Charley harrumphed; Tammy tried to look sympathetic;
and Winnie said, "That happened to me this morning, too. I guess we're just lucky
it didn't happen while we were out in public." Their dad reddened.
Tammy raised her shin until it touched the back of Winnie's jumper skirt, "It
did." Winnie turned, trying to look over her shoulder. Tammy assured her, "Don't
worry, it wasn't bad enough to be really noticeable. Not unless somebody is up
close."
Winnie reported, "I was careful not to let it get in the way." She lifted up the
somewhat thick skirt in back to where she could see it.
Tammy said, "It came from sitting on it with damp underpants."
Steve said, "Well...now I know one topic of discussion I'm going to have to
listen to."
===
Jesse interrupted the talk when she rushed out with a towel around her hips.
{It wasn't higher, because she didn't like her
smaller waist.}
She had interrupted another discussion: As Winnie went in, she said to Tammy,
"Okay, I'll use the toilet paper even if I don't have to."
{She felt stupid having to hurry while trying not
to move her thighs.}
Still blushing, her dad told her, "And wipe backwards!"
{His long arms fumbled, barely motioning.}
"Okay," she said, closing the door. At least she was now over tile.
Uncle Charley looked at Tammy, "I know how I know about that, but how come you
know what girls do?"
Tammy said matter-of-factly, "I just figured it out. I had to do something to dry
off."
{It was the only thing at hand. Unlike Jesse, she
knew what sanitary pads had been created for.
Still....}
Uncle Charley said, "I also hope you have enough sense to move the lips out of
the way."
Tammy said, "They're called labials, labs, for short; not lips."
{And it was the labial minora that were the
biggest trouble, and in more ways than that.}
Uncle Charley said, "Big education! What's wrong with calling them lips!?!"
Tammy answered, "The reason is the things Winnie are going to say if she hears
the word 'lips'."
{Of course etymologically and, arguably,
anatomically, they were "lips".}
Uncle Charley got the point. "'Labs' then."
Tammy turned to Dad, "I'm sorry, but there are words we are going to have to use
to explain things to Winnie. We might as well use the proper, scientific ones."
{How much taller Dad and Charley had gotten.}
Tight-lipped Steve said, "I guess. Though, I don't remember us using the
equivalent words when she was a little boy."
Tammy headed back for her room, "He hadn't just become a boy, either. That kind
of takes the edge off of curiosity." She paused to look back at him, "Do you want
to have that talk, or not?"
{Her stiff skirt still moved back and forth after
she'd stopped.}
===
Jesse squealed her frustration as she struggled to get out of the wet dress.
Pulling up the material with one hand up over a shoulder, she sought to get the
last button out of its hole with the other hand. Sometimes it was up over, other
times, it was down and around. Either way, her breasts were deformed, her hard
nipples pressed and bent. "Why do they have to put their dame blasted buttons on
the back!!?!"
{Her bare back felt the differences of where
the material wasn't touching it and the air
was.}
Swat!
Surprised, Jesse cried, "Hey!!" as she a skipped away from the hand.
{The rough hand had come up, under the buttock's
swell.}
Uncle Charley said, "I don't like you using that kind of language."
Jesse put her bottom behind her. "You use words like that all the time, worse!"
She had her hand on it, covering it after the fact.
{It felt wide and pliant.}
Uncle Charley said, "That's different! I earned the right. It was part of the
lingo of my job."
Jesse found that the trapped air of the gingham dress with the skirt beginning at
the waist had actually taken a little of the impact away. "It's because you're a
guy, and I'm a girl."
{Right then, her definition of a girl started
with what her hand was over, and what had
caused the wet spot in the skirt she had to
wear.}
Uncle Charley said, "That, too." But he frowned as he uncomfortably looked at his
hand. "I'm sorry. I guess I can't go swatting you."
Jesse's frown remained, "It's because I'm a girl."
{He had never done it hard enough or often enough
for it to have been a problem for Chip. But it
was the principle of the thing: The only reason
he wouldn't do it was because guys did not hit
girls. It was just another thing different about
her life, now.}
Uncle Charley told her, "I still have a kitchen full of pans!" He said it like he
meant it as much as he had meant it when he threatened Chip.
Jesse's frown lessened a bit, "Thanks, Uncle Charley."
Uncle Charley volunteered, "Here, let me help you."
Jesse looked at him as he approached, "Are you sure?"
{Boy, she was smaller, now.}
The man said, "I was married."
Jesse said, "Yeah. I forgot. But wasn't that, like, eons, ago?" She was getting
the creepy goosebumps.
Uncle Charley twirled his finger for her to turn, "That's right, 'eons'." Jesse
did. "I'm Old Man Time, and I've seen more bare backs of the opposite sex..." He
finished unbuttoning the last of the button. "...than I hope to High Heaven
you'll ever see." He then pulled on her shoulder, urging her front towards him.
He then demanded, "Why aren't you wearing a bra!?!"
Jesse said, "I never wore one before," not wanting to go into the details.
{There was a list of whys, but on top was that he
felt so girled already a bra could be the
camel's back.}
Uncle Charley said, "You got some, didn't you!?! You didn't get so all excited
about the fancy exterior you forgot about the foundation!?!"
Jesse asked, "A bra is part of a woman's foundation?"
{There was another why. When she thought of
foundations, she thought of cement. Bras were
uncomfortable, weren't they?}
Uncle Charley told her, "Never mind! Let's not get technical! I've been around
the globe a dozen times over. I've been in places that weren't even countries
yet. I've seen what happens to women who don't wear bras. Believe me, you want to
wear a bra!"
Jesse looked at him, curious, "What happens, if you don't?!"
{She knew this, didn't she? But being overwhelmed
kept a lot of things lost in the back of her
mind.}
He answered, "You've seen a deflated inner tube."
Winnie said, "Is that's what's in them? Air?" She had come in without them
knowing.
{She had no wet spot on the front of her little
blue jumper.}
Charley put a hand on his hip, and looked across the room at the little girl,
"No, that's not what's in them!"
Winnies closer, "Well, they are over the lungs." She sauntered over to them.
{She rocked a lot like Ernie, one step to the
side before the other, only she had little girl
hips.}
Jesse told her, "You've had women hug you."
{She had real hips. And warm cushions, which is
how Chip thought of those women having.}
Winnie said, "Hardly any of them had fully inflated ones." She tried to remember
her experiences. "And there was always a bra in the way."
{She had stopped her short bare legs within
talking distance.}
Uncle Charley told Jesse, "See!? You live in Bryant Park, not the wilds of
Borneo!"
Jesse gave in, "Okay... I'll put a bra on."
{Reason why one, if it's too uncomfortable she
can't feel feminine. Reason why two, they can't
be too uncomfortable if girls wear them all the
time. Reason why three, she wasn't thinking
straight.}
Uncle Charley told Winnie, "Come on: Out! She's got to change."
Winnie told him, "We're both girls now."
{They both wore dresses and wigs.}
Uncle Charley put his hands down on her narrow shoulders and said, "Out!"
Winnie, though being turned and steered continued, "We share the same room. I'm
going to see her without her clothes sooner or later."
{The thought hadn't really occurred to her until
then. She was going to have to see girls without
their clothes on. Before, she had assured
herself that all she had to do was not look at
her own body.}
Uncle Charley told her, "Later! After your dad's had a talk with you."
Winnie said, "Boy! Girls even have to worry about girls seeing them! I knew I
didn't like bees, but now I'm beginning to think birds will peck you, too."
{There was another reason not to want to see
girls without their clothes on. All Ernie had
had to do was look at them cross-eyed.}
Uncle Charley said, "And that's not all birds do."
===
Tammy sat on her made bed; she offered, "Take the chair."
{She tried to sit up serious like Robbie, despite
her hips and breasts.}
Dad said, "Er, no thanks. I think I'll stand. It'll help me think better."
{He wanted to look at her, but if you looked
beyond the makeup that remained on her face,
he found himself looking down on her large
bust.}
Thinking to set up a more relaxed atmosphere, she put a loafer heel up on the
wooden frame of the bed, and her hands around her upraised knee. "You want to
talk about how well we're taking being girls, don't you, Dad?"
Steve Douglas nodded, uncomfortably, "Yes."
Tammy said, "I hate it." Again, she tried to maintain the right atmosphere.
Dad faced her squarely, "Hate it?!"
{There was a time when Edith had gotten upset at
him for not taking her seriously when her make
up was a mess. He could not make that same
mistake, now.}
Tammy let her leg go, "All three of us hate it. That's because all we knew how to
be were guys. Winnie will have the easiest time adjusting, because she's the
youngest, and is just a kid. It's like becoming blind or deaf, or some other
handicap; they're the ones that best learn to live with it the best."
{While giving her dissertation, her breasts moved
into more of her bra as she leaned forward.}
Dad said, "'Handicap'? You view being female as a handicap?"
{He could now look beyond her bust and makeup.}
Tammy said, "Sure. But we can get into that later," gesturing. "Now, Jesse, she's
on the boarder, as far as the age factor goes. But I think she's going to adapt.
She likes having a girl's body more than she wants to admit, right now."
{As unused to the feel as she was, she put her
free hand on her glace-covered thigh.}
Dad started getting his silent disapproving look, "Yes, I've, I've noticed." He
had to remind himself even the best girls had their episodes.
Tammy said, "We're going to have to keep an eye on her until she gets... well,
for lack of a better word, her 'sea legs' under her."
{She knew Jesse wasn't the only one who was going
to have to weather the ups and downs on, uh,
'gams'.}
Dad had backed up towards the chair in the corner. "Yes, we're going to have
to..."
{A fog of concern was coming on him.}
Tammy said, "It may take a couple of months or so, but with the proper moral
guidance, I'm sure she'll come through. She will still rather be a boy, but since
she can't, she'll live with what she is."
{She knew that there were girls who would rather
be guys, but in his experience in Bryant Park
that hadn't meant they stopped acting like
girls.}
Steve found the seat, and sat down, still nodding, "...'Moral guidance'..." He
shook himself out of his daze. He refocused his eyes. "And what about you,
Tammy?"
It was Tammy's turn to be on her feet. "I'm the oldest. I was, and am, 16. That's
practically an adult. It may be too late for me to do anything more but tolerate
being a girl; I mean woman." She faced the man who was her father, "But I swear I
will approach it as I as have everything. I will put a 100% of myself into the
effort of being a woman. It's like when I try out for sports. I may not have the
natural talents to be a real star athlete, but by just finding my level, and
pitting myself against that, I come away with a personal best. I like that about
myself."
{She had a slender body with breasts, waist,
hips, and thighs inside a skirt, and yet she was
being as serious and thoughtful as... some girls in
her classes. Feeling silly and stupid, she still
needed a lot of training and practice.}
Steve Douglas was looking too much like a proud father for Tammy to continue
looking at him. She turned, "I'm going to have to do the same, if I'm to like the
woman I am, now."
Dad rose from the chair, "I guess I was wrong."
Tammy turned around, "Wrong, Dad?"
His pride was still there, "I don't need to have a talk with you."
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