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Lainie, Rebel and Bashful, thanks for the encouragement.
There is no actual sex or transformation in this chapter,
but I guess it should be rated R for context. So, nobody
under 18 should read this or whatever is the appropriate
age in their community. This story deals with
transgenderism in children and may be uncomfortable for
some readers.
Kelly Girl
Chapter 3 - Wrong Side of the Mirror
By Wanda Cunningham
Copyright 1999, by Wanda Cunningham.
"Why don't we all go out for pizza?" suggested Pete.
"Nah," said Cheryl. "We'd have to get dressed and it would
take too long. Let's just call it in for delivery."
"Munchkin," said Richard to Kelly, "what do you want on
your pizza?"
"Uh?" Munchkin? "I don't know. Cheese?" Richard's teasing
seemed so different than when the boys at school called him
names. Still, Munchkin was not a nickname Kelly thought he
would like. "Don't call me that," he said.
Richard grinned. "Okay, you're much too pretty to be a
Munchkin anyway, how about... Elf?"
Kelly blushed. Everyone here still thought he was a girl.
Well, he was still wearing the girl's bathing suit that
Wendy had loaned him. His hair was longer than some of the
hair of some of the real girls here. He shook his head,
feeling the damp strands on his shoulders.
"No? Not Elf?" said Richard.
"Um, huh?" Kelly had lost track of the topic. "I'm cold."
The sun had nearly set and the onshore breeze from the
nearby Pacific Ocean felt chilly.
"Ditz, okay, um? Hey, Cheryl? The chicklet is getting a
chill." Richard casually put an arm around Kelly.
Chicklet. Kelly stifled a nervous giggle. How could this be
happening, how could he fool everyone so completely,
without even trying? He'd even told them he was a boy.
Nobody believed him when he said it. Richard sure wasn't
treating him like another boy. Kelly did nothing about the
arm around him because he couldn't think of what to do.
Wendy, Cheryl's ten-year-old sister rushed up. "Let's go
get some robes!" She tugged on his arm. Any excuse to get
away from Richard's half-embrace seemed a good idea at the
moment and Kelly let himself be lead away.
Wendy giggled. "Does Richard like you?" she asked.
The idea made Kelly quiver. Though, it was obviously true.
"I guess so. How do I make him leave me alone?"
Wendy stared at him. "You want him to leave you alone? He's
like the coolest guy! Cheryl would... oh, yeah but you're
just a little kid, like me." She looked back toward the
older kids near the pool as she and Kelly went inside the
pool house. Wendy giggled. "Don't worry, Cheryl and Debbie
will probably make him leave you alone."
That seemed reassuring but when they got back to the pool
with the robes, Cheryl was using a cellphone to call for
the pizza while Pete and Richard burned off excess energy
playing one-on-one volleyball.
Wrapped in the fluffy pink robe Wendy had picked out for
him and lying on one of the lounges, Kelly felt comfortably
tired and a bit relieved that Richard was not paying him
anymore unwelcome attention. The girls chattered around
him, accepting his presence as one of them. This was a
little like when Barbie and her waitress/dancer friends got
together to drink cheap wine coolers and talk about men.
Kelly relaxed and let the conversation swirl around him
until someone asked him a question.
"So what school are you going to in the fall, Kelly?" asked
Alison.
"Balboa Jr. High, we live on the peninsula," he said.
"Oh, public school? I'm going to Calvary Christian."
"Public school is more fun," said Cheryl. "At least, you
don't have to wear a uniform."
"Uh-huh," agreed Alison. "Ours are these dorky plaid
skirts. Can you wear slacks to your school?"
"Well," said Kelly, a little amused, "I certainly intend to
most of the time."
"Yeah, skirts are a drag," agreed Debbie, and Kelly blushed
and grinned at the unconscious irony. "Unless it's for
dress-up like a party."
Cheryl made a face. "Dad only lets me wear slacks to school
on Friday. He says any day he's wearing a tie, I'm going to
wear a skirt. Is that fair?"
When the pizza arrived, Pete brought a slice over and then
watched in amazement as Kelly picked off the pepperoni and
sausage. "Hey, give me those," Pete demanded when he saw
the little pile of meat growing on the napkin. "Don't you
eat meat?"
"Not much," said Kelly. "Well, I do eat some meat, just not
greasy stuff like pepperoni. I guess I never developed a
taste for it."
"I think it's much healthier to be a vegetarian," offered
Debbie.
"Yeah," said Richard slyly. "Look how big and strong it's
made Kelly."
They all laughed, Kelly included. The teasing seemed pretty
friendly, not like some of the kids in school last year.
Pete picked all the meat off another slice and offered the
naked pizza to him. "Uh, no thanks," said Kelly. "I'm
full."
"You're disgusting," said Cheryl to Pete. "She's not going
to eat a piece you've been digging your fingers into."
"Why not? I ate the meat she picked off the other one,"
said Pete.
"That's what I mean. That was disgusting, too." She shook
her head, looking at Kelly for agreement. "Boys are just
pigs."
Kelly nodded, grinning at Pete, who scowled and made Tim
Allen grunts. Richard joined in with a few chimpanzee
screams and the boys pretended to eat lice off each other's
backs.
Kelly laughed when the girl began throwing food at the boys
who tried to catch it in their mouths.
When things calmed down a bit from the general hilarity,
Richard dropped beside Kelly and asked if he were ready to
go. "Andie will be staying the night and we should have you
home by eight so she doesn't have a fit."
"Is it eight? Let me go upstairs and get my stuff," said
Kelly.
"I'll go get it," said Wendy and off she ran. Kelly decided
not to risk the stairs in the dim light without his glasses
and settled back.
"I had a good time. I didn't expect, too," he smiled at
Richard.
"Why not?" asked Richard.
"Oh, rich people, you know." He waved vaguely. "Everybody's
been real nice though. Silly sometimes but nice." He looked
down at the girl's swimsuit he was still wearing. "Nice and
silly," he said.
Richard grinned. "Silly is easy. You think rich people
wouldn't be nice? So, what are you, poor?"
"Poor as church mice and not much bigger. Barbie and I had
dinner earlier tonight, it probably cost a total of a $2.00
what with the salad."
Richard stared at him, dumbfounded. "Each?"
"No, total. Maybe less."
"What about your folks?"
Kelly shook his head. "Mom threw us out three years ago."
Might as well not describe it anymore than that.
"Jesus!" Richard said. "Excuse me. I didn't mean to swear,
but this isn't like your story about really being a boy, is
it?"
Kelly smiled. "Ask Andie, she's known Barbie for longer
than that." He giggled, suddenly feeling mischievous.
"Didn't I fool you at all? Lots of people think I'm a boy."
The masquerade had almost been forgotten but suddenly,
Kelly felt a weird thrill of enjoyment in fooling everyone.
Whatever guilt or shame he might have had, had at least
temporarily been washed away by pool water, pizza and the
general acceptance of the other kids.
"Nah," said Richard. "You don't walk or talk like a boy.
Except for hair color and," he motioned with his hands,
"you look just like your sister."
"She bleaches her hair," Kelly pointed out.
"No! Really?" Richard grinned.
Kelly giggled again. "Pads her bra, too. Although, when
your dad gets through, I guess she won't have to do *that*
anymore."
Richard wagged his head. "You two have something else in
common. You're both outrageous flirts."
"Me?" said Kelly astonished.
"Yes, you, you little minx," Richard grabbed Kelly's ribs
and began tickling.
"Hey, no, quit it," Kelly laughed. "You're going to make me
pee on myself!" It was no joke, Kelly seldom had soda and
the Seven-up had gone right through him.
Richard let up, looking at Kelly suspiciously, "No fib?"
"No fibbing!"
Kelly leapt up and headed toward the poolside bathroom
where he discovered that you can't pee in a girl's one-
piece without getting practically completely out of it. He
peed sitting down, taking a curious satisfaction in
continuing the disguise even while alone.
The bathroom was much nicer than the one in his and
Barbie's own apartment. "Heck," he muttered, "it's almost
as big as our apartment. And this is just the poolside
bathroom."
The mirror on the back of the door provided a curious
reflection. He did look like a girl, he supposed, though
without his glasses he had to squint to see himself at all
clearly.
Specifically, he looked like his mother and she was a very
pretty girl. Being pretty as a boy was not a particular
plus, he reflected. Adults seemed to like him but the other
kids could be mean to a pretty boy. A pretty girl on the
other hand seemed to inspire people to be nice.
It had been some time since he had really enjoyed being
around other kids. "This is dumb," he whispered and
wondered just how long this masquerade would continue and
what the other kids would do if they really believed him
when he said he was a boy.
Outside he heard Wendy calling, "Bye, bye, Alison, bye,
Pete. G'bye, Richard."
Goodbye, Pete? Goodbye, Richard? Surely they weren't going
to leave him here?
"Hey? Wendy? Bring me my clothes? Richard? Pete?" No one
answered.
Pulling the borrowed girl's bathing suit back on, he left
the bathroom to discover that everyone was gone, the
poolside was deserted. At least, he couldn't see anyone and
he peered around nervously. "Hello? Marco?" He felt stupid
as if it were his fault for being left behind.
Richard called to him from the side gate, "Come on Kelly,
we've got to go. Hurry." He couldn't see Richard, just a
blur but he hurried toward the voice, so relieved he didn't
know whether he was going to cry or giggle.
"Why didn't you guys wait for me?" he protested around a
hiccough, "I wanted to change clothes."
"Guys have been waiting on girls since the beginning of
time," said Richard. He swatted Kelly's behind as he went
out the gate. "Move it!"
"Ow! That hurt!"
It hadn't really, thought Kelly, rubbing his behind, not
hurt, but definitely startled. My face is probably red
instead of my butt, he thought.
"The girls had to go in, Wendy put your stuff in the car.
Now let's go home. It's getting dark, it's after eight and
Andie will be home soon." Richard picked up Kelly who had
paused at the car door to squint inside. Pete winked back
as Richard slid him bodily across the seat.
"Buckle up," said Pete, and dropped the hammer on the Big
Benz just as Richard slid into his own seat.
Kelly slid into Richard as they turned the first corner,
laughing. It was less than a mile back to the Mann
residence and Pete managed to get there without killing
them.
"Maniac!" yelped Kelly as they slipped inside the garage
just as the rising remote-controlled door got out of the
way.
"No way!" protested Pete. "I've never had an accident, I'm
a very safe driver."
"How long have you been driving?"
"Three weeks, since I got my license," said Pete, proudly.
"Scare ya?" he asked as he opened his door. Richard opened
the door on the other side and reached for Kelly who had
turned in the seat to look for his things.
"What do you need, Skipper?" asked Richard.
"Where's my clothes, where's my glasses?" Kelly asked.
"You doan need no stinkin' glasses," proclaimed Pete
grabbing Kelly's arms just as Richard grabbed his feet.
The brothers proceeded to have a mock tug-of-war with Kelly
as the prize, growling and snarling at one another with
Kelly seesawing back and forth on the leather seats.
"Ow! Guys, you're going to pull my arms out of their
socket!" Kelly protested, laughing in spite of himself. "I
may be little but I'm not a chew toy!" The Mann boys were
likable idiots, he decided, but definitely idiots.
Pete won the tug-of-war, pulling Kelly from the Mercedes by
his wrists. He lifted his small burden onto his hip. At
over six feet, he carried Kelly like a father carrying a
child.
"Put me down, you goof!" protested Kelly, but Pete resisted
blandishments and threats and marched into the house that
way. It felt so strange to have his groin resting on the
hip of the bigger boy that Kelly felt suddenly subdued.
Almost frightened.
It felt even stranger to know that the two boys liked him,
really liked him. As a girl.
"Where are we going?" asked Kelly quietly as they started
upstairs, Richard following with a large plastic bag,
presumably carrying his things.
This was the first time Kelly had been inside the house but
the richness of the furnishings and the fine architecture
were lost on him, he couldn't see anything without his
glasses.
"To your room," said Richard.
At the top of the stairs, a large room held a giant-size
TV, a pool table, a kitchenette and a couple of couches
Kelly saw, squinting with one eye closed. A short hall led
between four doors toward another large room but they
stopped at the first pair of doors.
Pete knocked on the left door, "My room," he explained. He
pointed down the hall to the next door on the same side,
"Butthead's room."
"Hey!" protested Richard.
Pete opened the second door on the right. "Your room. At
least while you're staying here." He let Kelly down to the
floor.
Even before he saw the room clearly, Kelly knew one thing,
it was a girl's room. It was very, very pink.
"Oh, gosh," he sighed. "Richard, have you got my glasses?"
Richard handed over the bag he'd brought up from the car.
"Your overnighter is on the bed, too. The maid brought it
up." he said.
"Hey, we're going to be watchin' the tube in the big room
here. At least, until Andie gets here and takes over for
us." Pete explained. "You need anything you can't find,
just holler."
"Your bedroom has its own bath, so you don't have to share
with uncouth types like Beavis here," added Richard. "If
you find anything in the closets you can wear, go ahead."
Kelly had found his glasses in the bag. Slipping them on he
got his first good look around. It was definitely a girl's
room. It looked as if the girl had just stepped out leaving
her toys and clothes neatly in their places. An enormous
pink canopy bed sat between the two windows with their pink
and blue-green curtains. Pastel unicorns, pegasi and
centauresses danced on pink and yellow wallpaper.
A set of mirrored doors on the left wall, partly open,
revealed rows of dresses, blouses, skirts and other
feminine clothing. Dolls covered the bed with plenty of
stuffed animals to keep them company. A four-foot-tall
dollhouse sat just inside the door with a doll cupboard
beside it. On the right wall, near the window an open door
showed that the promised bathroom existed. A pink vanity
table sat beside the bathroom door.
"Whose room was this?" asked Kelly wonderingly.
"Well, it was supposed to be Darla's room." Richard
explained. "Dad's last wife's daughter, she was supposed to
come live with us just after the house was built about two
years ago. Dad bought all this stuff for her but she never
moved in, she stayed with *her* dad. Then our Dad and Ruth,
her mom, split up last December. So here's all this stuff,
you can probably have any of it you like just for asking
when Dad gets back."
Kelly, rolled his eyes, laughing. "I can't believe it."
If I *were* a girl, he thought, I'd think I'd landed in
Candyland. Since I'm not a girl, it's more like the wrong
side of the mirror.
"We thought you'd like it," said Pete. "Hey, if things work
out with your sis and our dad, this could be your room.
You'd be our aunt!" That idea cracked both of them up.
Kelly found it humorously insane also.
How can I stay in this room, he thought, I'm getting a
sugar buzz just standing here. Hearts and flowers decorated
almost everything, with cute little animals and bows and
lace in profusion. Barbie, whose tastes tended to the
sticky, would love it. Pink was the overwhelmingly dominant
color, with lavender, yellow and a soft blue-green for
accents.
"How old was this little girl?" he asked.
"Oh, eight or nine, I guess," hazarded Richard. "Her stuff
ought to fit you, since you're small. Pete and I are going
to watch the Angel game if you need anything." He shut the
door.
How long am I going to be able to keep up this charade, he
wondered? Unless Andie or Barbie gave him away, he felt
sure he'd have to pull down his pants to prove anything to
the brothers. A yawn caught him by surprise. It had been a
busy day, and he'd been up late last night worrying about
Barbie. That's when he noticed that the overnighter on the
bed was Barbie's pink one, not the magenta one he had
packed for himself. He investigated to be sure, the bag
held all of Barbie's traveling things, including her birth
control medication.
How could anyone mistake magenta for pink with the two bags
side by side? He yawned again wondering whether he could
take a nap before Andie got there. A nap on that big pink
bed with all the fluffy animals, well, Barbie had stuffed
animals, too, and sometimes Kelly even slept cuddling one
of them. He grinned a bit sheepishly.
The big mirror on the closet door played a trick on him and
for a moment, he saw his mother standing there, pixie face,
dark blonde hair. But it was his own reflection not that of
his mother as she might have looked at his age, dressed in
a blue-green swimsuit and a pink robe. "I'm still wearing
Wendy's robe?" He sighed thinking about how he could manage
to get the robe back to the little girl who thought he was
another little girl.
He brushed at his hair with his hands absently, "Damn long
hair, I'll get Andie to cut it for me."
His voice sounded odd in the ultra-feminine room. He yawned
again, wondering vaguely if he might have been falling into
the afternoon charade a bit too much. Then he climbed onto
the bed and pulled a fluffy teddy bear with a pink ribbon
close to him and fell asleep so suddenly it was like a door
closing.
He had just begun to dream about going to school dressed in
one of Barbie's pretty dresses when someone knocked on the
door, startling him.
"Come in," he called sleepily, wondering if he was really
awake.
Then he realized that he was awake, that he was dressed in
a girl's swimsuit and pink fluffy robe, lying on a girl's
bed in a girl's pink room.
Looking across the room at the big mirror, he saw a pretty
little girl looking back with sleepy alarm. Whoever came
into the room was going to think he was a girl, for sure.
He felt embarrassment rising to his face, mixed with a
thrill. Of terror?
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