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Copyright 1999, 2002 by Wanda Cunningham. Lainie, Vickie,
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 5 - "All-My-Troubles-Bear"
By Wanda Cunningham
Early in the morning, Kelly woke up, mystified as to where
he was at first. He discovered that he had cuddled up with
the enormous pink bear again, the one nearly as big as
himself. He often woke cuddling with Barbie and it seemed
rather lonely to wake up alone.
He lay there for a moment, still holding the bear and
wishing vaguely that the plush toy were his mother. He
rubbed his cheek on the soft fur and sighed. "I wish I had
dreamed all of yesterday," he said to himself.
The previous day's events did seem as much like a strange
hallucination as anything he had ever actually dreamed.
Had he really been parading around in a girl's bathing suit
with everyone believing that he really *was* a girl. He
pushed his face into the bear's fur and giggled in
embarrassment. "I tried to tell them," he explained to the
toy.
Finally, recovering his composure a bit he looked around.
Yes, he really was in the ultra-girly room he remembered
from yesterday. And he really was wearing girl's pajamas.
Dawn teased at the window, making the too pink room even
more pink. Noticing above the vanity a Minnie Mouse clock
that read a quarter past six, he wondered if the clock were
correct.
The dolls and toys sat around on shelves and dressers and
toyboxes and dollhouses, smiling as if waiting for his next
performance. "You guys are creeping me out," he complained
and hid his face in the bear again.
Wattamygonnadoo? His mind spun around his predicament like
a comet captured by the sun. Maybe I can get through the
weekend without anyone finding out I'm really a boy?
Is that really a good idea?
Don't I want them to know I'm a boy, he wondered. Well,
yeah, but not now. It would just be too embarrassing. I'm
gonna have to let them think I'm a girl until... until
Barbie gets back.
"It's only 'til Sunday night," he said aloud. Two more days
of... well, he hadn't been pretending to be a girl, because
he hadn't been putting any effort into it. "They all did it
themselves, it isn't my fault." He sighed and rolled away
from the bear. "I've got to pee," he told the fuzzy toy.
Getting out of bed he noticed again what he was wearing,
girl's shortie pajamas with hearts on them. A long mirror
on the bathroom door showed him just how sweet and cute he
looked in them. "Gah," he said. Even the mirror has little
hearts and flower stickers on it and a unicorn in the
corner.
A unicorn? Why was a mythical animal with such a prominent
pointy thing on its head considered a symbol of femininity?
He shook the questions away and tried to ignore the
dissonant surrounding.
In the bathroom, he sat quickly on the pink toilet seat. "I
have to go both," he assured himself. But truth was, even
at school he usually used a stall and sat down to pee. Most
of the time he didn't think about it, being the one who
cleaned the bathroom at home he knew just how much splashed
out and sprayed sideways from typical male pissing
etiquette. That was why he usually sat down to pee. Wasn't
it?
Most of the time he didn't think about it and he tried very
hard just then not do so.
The bathroom didn't help him distract himself, really. Pink
and red and red-decorated towels. A pink bathtub. Cute
feminine looking bath products, Little Miss Avon bubble
bath, Tangle-free Shampoo for Girls, deodorants that
promised to make the user smell like flowers or
raspberries.
Raspberries? He giggled, who would want to smell like
raspberries?
He finished and carefully wiped himself and pulled the
pajama bottoms back up. "I don't have any of my stuff here
to wear, these are as good as anything," he muttered. At
least, they weren't a skirt.
That done he wandered back to the bedroom. At home,
Saturday morning meant cartoons on the TV with Barbie while
they stayed in bed till nearly noon. He made the bed up
while he wondered what to do.
A small TV on the chest of drawers proved to be a video
cassette player. The collection of tapes leaned heavily to
Disney cartoons with a few little girl classics like
"Heidi" and "Thumbelina" included. A bookcase proved to
hold more of the same, some adult male's idea of what a
little girl would or should read. The toys were mostly
dolls and doll accessories. The dollhouse was an intricate
structure, obviously custom made, four feet wide and taller
than he and populated with Barbie's clan. He examined a
Skipper doll curiously but put it back in the little
bedroom where he found it. There was only one Ken doll in
the tableaux, dressed as a doctor and accompanied by Nurse
Barbie. Babysitter Barbie with the little Kelly doll was
not in evidence.
Kelly decided he had to get out of that room before he went
into a diabetic coma. He padded out into the hallway, still
wearing the shortie pajamas but no longer any more self-
conscious about them than he had been about the bathing
suit yesterday after wearing it for awhile.
The big room next to the bedrooms was empty and dim, the
sun had not yet risen enough to shine in the skylight and
the windows at the kitchenette end were insufficient to
light the whole space. Kelly turned on the big screen TV,
turning the volume down after one initial burst of sound.
He tuned in his favorite cartoon channel and began
exploring the kitchen. The refrigerator held milk, orange
juice, butter, condiments, salad stuff and a covered bowl
of what looked like pudding. A cabinet held several
varieties of hot and cold cereal. Bowls, cups, glasses,
flatware were also easy to find. Apples, bananas, grapes,
pears and oranges occupied a big bowl on the countertop.
Kelly happily fixed himself a bowl of frosted shredded
wheat with sliced banana and a glass of orange juice. He
watched cartoons while he ate, cleaned up his dishes, put
everything away and settled in front of the big TV to watch
cartoons until someone else woke up.
He missed Barbie but the big screen TV was almost like
going to the movies, he decided.
A little after eight, Richard stumbled into the big room,
wearing nothing but his briefs. He stared around blearily,
"Oh, it's you," he said, finally. "I thought we had left
the TV on."
Kelly sat up and smiled at him. "Good morning, Richard."
Seeing an opportunity to tease the older boy, he pitched
his voice up a few notes and made it lilt, like Barbie
teasing a customer in expectation of a big tip. Kelly let
his gaze drift down from Richard's face to where a bulge in
the briefs indicated the teenager had yet to visit the
bathroom. "You know," commented Kelly, "it's amazing how
much better I can see with my glasses on."
Blushing, Richard turned and hurried down the hall to the
bathroom he shared with his brother. "I'll take those
glasses and throw them up in a tree," he warned with mock
ferocity.
Kelly giggled. That had been fun.
When Richard returned he wore cutoff jeans and a Mighty
Ducks T-shirt. Kelly glanced at him, "Oh, you're dressed
this time." He turned back to the cartoon show.
"Oh, ho, very funny," said Richard. He padded into the
kitchen and fixed himself a bowl of cereal also. "You want
something to eat, Skipper?" he asked.
"No, thank you, I ate breakfast *hours* ago. And *I* cut a
banana up in my cereal."
"Oh, yeah, where's the dirty dishes? You throw them away?"
"No," said Kelly. "I washed them and put them back."
"With soap?" asked Richard incredulously.
"No, stupid, with the dishwashing liquid under the sink."
"No shit?" Kelly gave him a mock glare. "Sorry." He ate
quietly for awhile. "Boy, Concha is going to love you," he
finally added.
"Who's Concha?"
"The maid. She and Hector live over the other garage, he's
the gardener, mechanic and handyman, she takes care of the
inside of the house. A kid who cleans up after herself is
going to send her into shock," he explained. Then,
grinning, he reached out a hand and ruffled Kelly's hair.
"Hey!" Kelly protested, "Why do you keep doing that!?" Then
"You've got a maid?" Well, it only made sense, thought
Kelly. How many rich people with a house this big *didn't*
have maids?
"I know something you don't know," Richard chanted, smiling
as he finished the cereal. He had just remembered it
himself.
"What, that you have a butler, too?"
"No, something happened last night after you went to sleep.
Hah!" Richard seemed amused.
"What?" Kelly could think of only one thing it might be. He
braced himself for the embarrassment of being found out.
And here I sit in jammies covered in pink hearts, he
lamented silently. But Richard was not acting as if he knew
that Kelly was really a boy.
"Dad called from Las Vegas. He said we'd better be nice to
you 'cause you're going to be part of the family soon."
"Huh?"
"He and Barbie got engaged last night." He beamed obviously
pleased with himself for being the first one with the news.
Or pleased that he had thought of a good joke to play on
his houseguest. "The only thing Pete and I haven't figured
out is whether we should call you Aunt Kelly or Aunt
Skipper." Grinning he flopped onto the floor beside Kelly.
"You've got to be kidding," Kelly protested. But the ice
forming in his stomach had to mean that he already believed
it.
"Nope, we talked to Barbie, too. It's not just some joke of
Dad's. She told Pete and I that if we ever called her Mom
she'd put us on restriction for a month." He laughed.
"But they've only known each other for two days! Why didn't
someone wake me up? You've *got* to be kidding!" Kelly was
almost wailing.
"Don't take it so hard, kid," Richard smiled. "I'm still
available. We didn't wake you 'cause Andie said not to and
Barbie agreed. She'll call back this morning to talk to
you."
"She will?" Kelly realized he had been very near to panic.
He unclenched his hands and made an effort not to cry. His
breath came in a ragged gasp as he struggled not to
hyperventilate.
"Uh, huh, boy, you sure seem upset! I thought you'd be
happy for Barbie," Richard scowled. "You and Barbie are
going to move in right away. I asked Dad about all of
Darla's stuff and he said you could have it if you want it,
that's going to be your room. So it's not like you aren't
getting something out of it too."
"I don't want anything!" Kelly protested. "We were *happy*
being poor." Tears began to leak out. "This is going to
change everything!" He stood and tried to run toward
Darla's room but Richard caught him.
"Skipper! I didn't mean to make you cry!" Richard held him
close. Helpless to get away from the bigger boy's greater
strength, Kelly found himself sobbing against the
convenient shoulder. "It's okay, it's okay," murmured
Richard.
Pete's door opened and he stood there naked for a moment
with an obvious morning erection before he realized what
was going on. Kelly looked up at him, equally confused; he
had seen a grown man, or nearly grown man, naked before but
never quite so close-up. Blushing, Pete disappeared behind
the door. "Sorry, Kelly! I'm sorry."
Richard, realizing what had happened, growled at Pete,
"Dammit, Pete, we talked about this last night! No more
running around naked! We've got a little girl living here
now and she doesn't want to see your naked butt!"
Kelly giggled in spite of his distress. "I didn't see his
*butt*." He wiped his face, pulling away from Richard.
"At least, you stopped crying," Richard commented, smiling.
"I guess you're upset because everything is changing, huh?
Let's try to be sure that everything changes for the
better, okay?"
Kelly took off his glasses and wiped his eyes. "Some things
have changed more than you know. I'm not sure what's going
to happen to *me* now. Maybe Amanda will try to take me
away from Barbie. She drinks."
"Is Amanda your and Barbie's Mom?" asked Richard.
Kelly nodded, feeling that to be the safest answer. What
did Richard or any of the Manns' know about his and
Barbie's real relationship. Barbie often told her
boyfriends that she was twenty-one, too young to have a
twelve year old daughter. Son.
"Well, I'm sure my Dad can hire bigger lawyers than Amanda
can," said Richard. "He'll probably adopt you, that'll keep
her out of your hair. Besides, he's always wanted a little
girl, ever since Andie moved out. He raised her you know,
after their parents died, she's sixteen years younger than
him."
Kelly hadn't known that exactly but he might have figured
it out, he did know Andie's age and birthday. He sighed,
feeling a bit calmer after a good cry. Then he realized
that Richard was still holding him close.
And I need a tissue, he thought. But it seemed difficult to
move away from the hug, not just physically but
emotionally. The bigger boy was comforting in his solidity.
And it was very different from being embraced by Barbie.
Kelly bit his lip and sniffled.
"You need a tissue," asked Richard.
"Yes?" said Kelly trying to pull away now that the moment
was broken. But Richard simply reached a long arm out and
snagged a box of tissue and somehow, he ended up sitting in
one of the big padded TV chairs with Kelly in his lap.
Kelly blew his nose on a tissue and wiped his eyes with a
fresh one and looked around for somewhere to dispose of the
remains. Richard took them gingerly and tossed them toward
a wastebasket. One of them went in.
"Two points," he said.
Kelly looked at him. "Two? You missed with one of them."
"A basket is two points," explained Richard, "don't girls
play basketball at your school."
Kelly nodded, "Yes, but not snotball."
Richard snorted. "You're in a perfect place to get tickled,
you know."
'I'm sitting on his lap. I'm wearing baby girl pajamas and
I'm sitting on his lap. He could feel their bare thighs
touching where Richard's cutoffs ended. I am so dead when
he finds out I'm a boy,' thought Kelly.
Richard frowned as Kelly's expression changed. "You? Are
you afraid of me?"
Kelly nodded. "Yes? I mean... You seem nice but I'm not
used to... guys holding me. I'm just -- not used to guys at
all." And my voice gets squeaky when I'm scared. And boy,
am I scared.
Richard grinned, "Better get used to it, lots of guys are
going to want to hold you in another year or so."
As if things weren't scary enough, thought Kelly.
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