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"But the thing-a-ma-bob that does the job is..."
-- Walt Disney's Cinderella
A Life Ever Changing #13
Bippity Boppity Boo
By Angel
Finally I was able to crawl into bed...
I walked out of the room with my mind in a place I have
never experienced before. All the new information and
physical sensations I experienced; had it really only been
since that morning! Fourteen hours of one single day!
Everything that happened that day swirling and twirling at
light speed, each individual bit of information and
sensation trying to be understood acknowledged and
assimilated. Did it all happen in one single day? Was my
life so out of balance since my birth?
I turned to look back into the kitchen and saw the three
women settling down into chairs. The coffee maker made
gurgling noises announcing the promise of fresh brewed
energy. I had no energy! I felt drained and exhausted in
mind and body. I saw one last glimpse of myself in the
mirrors as I made the turn toward bed and much needed
sleep. Was that reflection reality? NO! I'm dreaming!
That's it! I am actually asleep in my bed and this was one
long never-ending dream! I will wake up soon and life will
be as it always has been! YES That's it!
I was looking back at the reflection in my dream when I
turned and walked shoulder first, into the wall! OUCH! Oh
no! This *is* reality! I looked at myself and I had breasts
and was wearing a nightgown! I had on panties and when I
felt my head I had a plastic cap covering it! My exhaustion
evaporated in a nanosecond. I knew then I would not sleep
any that night!
At the thud sound when my shoulder had hit the wall, my mom
came rushing toward me concern written on her face. I
looked at her and asked, "I'm not dreaming am I?"
My mother hugged me tight and said, "No, Honey, this is not
a dream. Are you okay? You look lost."
I looked into her eyes deeply, trying to understand her
words. I was lost somewhere in between two worlds. It
seemed to me right then that there were two realities. One
reality was outside and one lay within, each struggling to
come together.
I had to find the key that would open the door that
separated them from each other. The key I did not find deep
within my mother's eyes. What I found deep within them was
love, concern, compassion and something new I had never
seen before. I saw oneness, a belonging and an open-ness. I
knew that she would not keep anything hidden from me as
before. No secret thoughts or knowledge would be kept from
me ever again. I knew I could ask her anything and she
would tell me honestly and openly. With this new knowledge
I had to know! I had to find that key!
I was awake, but not awake. I let her guide me back into
the kitchen. I let her help me to sit in a chair. I must
have been shaking because Grace came over and helped me
into my robe.
She took my face in both her hands. Lifting until our eyes
met, she smiled and said, "I have known you but a short
time, but I know that look! I know what you are asking
yourself just by looking into your eyes. Those beautiful
hazel eyes tell your story in their flashes of color."
She chuckled then and said, "Did you know whenever you are
thinking and deciding about something your eyes flash with
color? They actually flash and change colors faster. Your
pupils get larger like they are trying to see everything at
the same time. Your eyes are our way of seeing your true
self. I can tell you are lost deep within and it is time we
do something about it." She chuckled again and caressed my
face gently and very softly with her fingertips.
I heard my Aunt Harriet like she was away in the distance
saying, "Yes! Her eyes, they do flash and her pupils are
huge!" I realized then that Harriet was right next to me
and she was looking in my eyes. She sounded so far away. I
was so lost in my own self.
The fingers that were caressing me slowed and drifted to a
stop. I reached and took hold of the hands so near my face
and looked at them. So pretty, soft and delicate. The nails
were dancing with a colored glossiness. They looked like
they were made of Amethyst. I became aware of smells then.
I could smell a hint of several perfumes mixed with the
smell of fresh brewing coffee. I could smell chemicals so
different than the others. I started to feel again, my
physical body slowly joining my mind. I could feel the
hands I was holding with my own. I slowly began to refocus
on my surroundings. I focused from the seemingly bejeweled
nails, to the hands, and then to the person.
She was smiling down at me with a knowing look. I
desperately needed that look! Knowing! I had to know! All
my questions streamed to the surface at light speed. It was
as if they knew on their own that the answers would be
found! I once again rejoined the here and now. I looked
around me and smiled. I WOULD KNOW! All I had to do was
ask. Not an easy thing to do at this moment though.
I first would have to organize the zillion questions
screaming to be asked all at one time. I needed some order!
I needed to ask the questions in such a way as to answer
many by asking only a few. I needed some time. I needed
time for the 7 P's! That's it! I was back and thinking
clearly once again.
I looked at my mother and asked, "Could we have some of
that great smelling coffee now?"
The mood in the room changed in an instant, from a mixture
of concern and frightened urgency, to one of calm and
certainty. I looked at each woman and saw relief and
happiness, a purpose and a surety in their mannerisms.
Grace sat in the chair closest to me still letting me hold
her hands.
I smiled and let her hands go free. I stretched then like a
cat waking from slumber. From my toes upward, stretching
each muscle as I slowly stood and then relaxed. The blood
started flowing again. I could feel my heart pounding and
my blood flowing through my veins. I was back! The coffee
tasted so good! It seemed all my senses were heightened to
their peak of awareness.
We were all sitting at the kitchen table, the women looking
at me, waiting patiently for my first question. I took
another sip of coffee and found the first key question to
ask. I looked at my mother and asked her, "When did you
know that I was really different from other boys?" I knew
that the answer to this question would be the start of what
to ask next.
My mother looked at me with an expression of openness,
smiled and answered. "When you asked me to take you
shopping so you could buy Terry a present, she had just
turned five remember?"
Harriet jumped in, "I remember that! Julia, you called me
and we must have talked for hours that evening." She
chuckled and continued with, "You were so surprised Ricky
could go shopping in the girl's section without a second
thought! That he had walked up to a saleslady and asked her
help in finding certain things." She started laughing and
continued with, "You told me he was so surprised the
saleslady asked you if she was serious!" She really started
laughing then! She couldn't talk anymore.
My mother looked at Grace and told her, "Terry just turned
5 and was starting school. She had confided in Ricky that
she was afraid all the kids would laugh at her because she
had to wear diapers. Ricky had told her that if she could
use her potty chair and not wet her diapers during the day
he would get her a wonderful surprise. A surprise so
wonderful she would never have to wear diapers during the
day anymore. He had told her if she had to go pee-pee to
come and get him and he would take her diapers off so she
could use her potty chair. Well, she did more than that!"
My mother really chuckled then and when she was through she
continued, "Terry always wore dresses and she asked Ricky
to take her diaper off so she could use the potty chair.
Well, it took a little while to get her plastic panties off
and get the diapers unpinned. She started to tinkle before
she got to the chair, but she made it. When she was done
she was so happy! While Ricky was washing her she asked him
not to put her diapers back on. It seems she had realized
it took too long to get them off. She wanted to be able to
use her potty chair on her own."
My mother and Harriet laughed and Grace asked me what I had
decided. I answered, "Well, all she had was diapers and no
panties. She would only wear dresses, so I figured why not.
It would save her time and give her the confidence she
needed. It would also let her go by herself without needing
anyone else. My only problem was when we had to go
anywhere." I chuckled then and told Grace how I had to
convince her to wear her diapers when we went outside. "You
can't have a 5 year old girl wandering around outside with
a bare bottom."
My mother continued the story. "Well, Terry from that time
on never wet herself while she was in the house during the
day again! So Ricky had to get her the surprise he promised
her."
Grace said, "Okay, but what about the saleslady?"
Harriet just had to finish the story so she jumped in
again, "Julia told the saleslady that she should do
whatever Ricky asked of her. Well, that poor saleslady was
the embarrassed one, not Ricky!" They all laughed and I
joined in.
Grace then asked me what I had bought Terry. Boy do I
remember that! I answered, "Terry loves frills, but I also
knew she would need training pants because of the dribbles.
I asked the saleslady where the frilliest little girl's
panties were and if they had thick training pants for
little girls as well. They did have them so I picked out 10
pairs of real frilly panties, 5 her size and 5 more that
would fit over the training pants. I bought her 5 pairs of
the thickest training pants they had. That saleslady made
me real mad once I had got everything I wanted though."
My mother and Harriet started laughing real hard then and
Grace gave me the look that means I had better explain so I
did.
"Well, when I got to the register to pay for them that lady
asked me if I was sure I got the right size. She said they
looked too small to fit me!" Now everybody was laughing. I
wasn't. I did not think it was funny at all!
I continued to help redeem myself. "I told her they were
for my little sister and not for me!" I stopped at that and
looked at Grace who was still laughing.
My Aunt just could not let it rest and said, "You didn't
finish the story Ricky." She looked at Grace and continued
while my mom looked at me laughing and shaking her head
yes, that this part would answer my original question. I
was not going to finish the story. I had understood the
answer without having to continue.
Grace looked at me and said, "You have to finish it! TELL
ME!"
So I did. "The saleslady after I had told her they were for
my little sister didn't stop talking. She told me it was so
nice of me to buy my sister such pretty things and even
though I was a Tomboy and since I was a big girl now, I
should start dressing like one! I told her I was not a
girl, I was a boy and she didn't believe me! She had to ask
my mom!" They were all laughing now! OH FRIPSY!!!
Grace stopped laughing first and said to me, "Ricky, I know
why she didn't believe you. Your longer hair and you have
no Adams apple. That is the first thing that stands out on
a boy, the Adams apple that and one other thing." They all
started laughing again when she said that! Oh GEEZ!
So now I knew it was only a little more than year ago that
my mother thought me any different than any other boy. So
now for my second question, "Mom, how did you decide that I
needed to know about being different?"
My mother paused for a second thinking. (She knew, she just
wanted to word it right.) BUT!
Aunt Harriet always had to be the one to seize the moment
when a good story can be told started, "I know, remember
Halloween, Julia?" (OH FRAPST! I remembered! Now I knew
that I was set up again!) "It was like this Grace, Julia
had called me about a plan she had to see if Ricky was one
of those boys that could be both a boy or a girl. You see
he has a real hard time making friends with boys his own
age, they always wanted him to do stupid things he was not
interested in doing. They also wanted him to just hang out
and he hated that. Add to that he is always in great
physical shape but didn't partake in any sports. He always
put his family duties above everything else. So the boys
just shunned him and started calling him names like mama's-
boy and things like that. The lack of free time always hurt
his social life until some of the girls started coming
over."
My mom added, "YES! I was surprised, one day they just
started showing up to hang around with Ricky and even
helped him with the little ones and the housework! When
they were here I noticed he fit in without even trying. I
mean it was a natural part of him to just act like they
did. It seemed like an automatic reaction on his part.
Halloween was coming up in a couple of weeks and he always
took Terry Trick-or-Treating and to our neighbors' house
after because they always had a party for the little kids
in the neighborhood. He would complement her costume by
being part of what she was. If she were a princess he would
be a prince. This year I asked Terry what she wanted to be
and she picked the Fairy Godmother from Cinderella. Ricky
couldn't really think of anything he could be to compliment
her choice and left it up to me. I knew I had to get some
good measurements and told him I was renting the costumes
this year. I even measured his head for a wig, but he
thought it was for a hat. I did not tell him otherwise."
My mom chuckled and continued, "I planned it so I brought
the costumes home with just enough time for them to get
ready and go out." (I was shocked that she would have done
this on purpose to me. She deceived me into thinking it was
a mistake by the costume shop and I could not let Terry
down, she would have cried for days. So I was stuck,
everybody HAD to be in costume for the party after. No
exceptions and Terry had to be at that party. My mom would
not be home. She was tacking Jerry to Harriet's!)
"The costume I had rented for him was Cinderella. I had put
the costumes in one big box and had Ricky carry it into
Terry's room. Terry was so excited and I had her costume on
top. I pulled everything of her costume out and told Ricky
just to bring the box with his costume into his room and
start getting ready. I started getting Terry dressed when I
heard Ricky holler out MOM! I told Him I would be finished
in a few minutes with Terry and to just start getting ready
and we were running late. Ricky hollered again saying MOM!
THEY MADE A BIG MISTAKE! I finished getting Terry ready and
went into Ricky's room. He was just standing there in his
briefs looking at what he had spread out on his bed. I
faked being very shocked and then started the 'what a shame
this happened' and 'Terry would be so disappointed and
heart broken' ploy. I knew he would never let his sister
down. He could never hurt her. I knew this even though he
didn't."
They all chuckled at this and Aunt Harriet jumped in again.
"That was when I showed up. I saw Terry looking so cute and
I asked her where Ricky was. She looked worried and said he
was in his room with mommy. I asked her, what was the
matter because she looked sad. She told me that Ricky had
hollered there was a mistake with his costume. I told her I
would find out and not to worry. I asked her if Ricky had
ever let her down and she said no and smiled. I went up the
stairs and walked in Ricky's room and said Terry is
downstairs and she is almost in tears. She doesn't think
Ricky is going to take her tonight. What's wrong? The look
on Ricky's face told the whole story! If I could have taken
a picture right then! He looked at me then Julia, and said
I don't know how to dress like this! That is when I told
him I would help him and sent Julia down to cheer up
Terry."
I jumped in then and said, "to make a long story short, she
helped me alright. With make up and everything. The stupid
costume even came with a damn petticoat! I took Terry out
and thank the powers above nobody recognized me until the
party.
My mom and Harriet both said at the same time, "Oh, yes,
they did!" (OH FRIPSY! I hate when they do that!)
I jumped in before they could add any more and told Grace,
"At the party it became very difficult for me at first.
Everybody knew who I was, when they saw Terry and me
holding her hand. Barbara and her mother made a big thing
out of it and I swear I was going to die right their! Not
only did they make us both pose for pictures, but some of
the other mothers took our picture as well. I really did
just want to die then! Terry was in heaven though and she
just kept hugging me and telling me as she put it, 'The
best-est brother in the whole world.' Barbara just wouldn't
leave me alone either. I had to pose with her and she was
dressed as a pirate! Then the other mothers had to gush
over me! It was one of the worst nights of my life! I was
very glad when it was over, but then Barbara and her mother
asked Terry and me to stay for a little while and help
clean up. We did and all Terry did was run around playing.
Mrs. Nelson even put an apron on me. She said, 'to protect
my pretty costume from getting dirty.' We were just about
done when she came in with her camera flashing again! I was
finally able to get Terry and go home to change."
My mother had a photo album in her hands (Now when did she
get that?) and handed it to Grace. Oh FRAPST! Yes, there
were the pictures! Wow, did I really look like that?
Now it was time for another cup of coffee and my next
question. We all refilled our coffee cups and sat down
again. I was just about to ask my third question when my
mom said, "Ricky, I want to answer your second question
fully. When I saw you acting just like the girls were when
you were with them, it was then I decided you had to
experience at least a little of what they experienced
everyday of their lives. I was right! Rita, (Barbara's
mother, Mrs. Nelson) called me that night when I got home
and told me everything. She said when you were alone with
Barbara you acted just like a young lady. It was only when
you were with all the other people at the party that you
acted nervous. But, even then you acted more like a young
lady than a boy in a dress. She even told me that several
of the mothers did not believe you were a boy at all and
believed she set this up as a joke for the party. Those
women left, still thinking you were the perfect young
lady."
THANK YOU MOM! Well, it was now time for me to ask my third
and I made it a multi-part question.
I looked at each of them to get some seriousness back in
the conversation and had to ask Grace to put the album
away. She did and I asked my third multi-part question.
"You do realize I have to remove all this before it's time
for the little ones to get up. I won't have my little
sister and brother waking up and seeing me like this. So,
this is my question. If you have planned this as you have
told me for a month or more and are determined I go through
with this and I believe you do. How in the world am I going
to be training as an androgynous male at Mrs. Brown's
facility and then turn into a teenage girl to go to
Betty's? All this and keep my sanity? Where am I going to
stay? What am I and you going to tell everybody we know
including our relatives when they see me as a teenaged
girl? You know it is unavoidable that at sometime it will
get out and I will be found out." I sat quietly and awaited
the answers to my multiple-fired questions...
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