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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 6 -- Not Very Ladylike
By Wanda Cunningham
"Did I hear my name?" Andie said from the other end of the
hall. She strode toward them wearing high heels even this
early in the morning. A short skirt with a tank top and her
ever present jewelry finished off her costume. Her makeup,
as always, looked perfect since it was tattooed on.
"Hi, Andie," said Richard. "We mentioned your name some
time ago. Your future sister-in-law was having a bit of an
emotional crisis."
"Oh," smiled Andie, "I thought you were just having a
steamy embrace. Sort of welcome her to the family. You look
very cute sitting there, Kelly."
Kelly blushed all over. "Andie!" he protested, then he
tried to get down but Richard held onto him casually,
almost as if not really thinking about it.
"She looks cute all the time, don't you, Skipper?" Richard
teased while Kelly squirmed.
"Better let her down," said Andie. "I think she's beginning
to like it."
"I'm not!" said Kelly. "Andie! Richard! Let me go, you
goof!"
After tickling him a bit, Richard set him on the floor and
Kelly scooted over to Andie whose laughter had set her
jewelry to jingling. Kelly glared at her, still feeling a
bit squirmy from the tickling. Goosebumps.
"You never could hold onto your girlfriendsh," Andie teased
Richard.
Richard seemed to have a reply for that but about that
time, Pete interrupted, opening his door and hurrying down
the hallway, "Excuse me," he muttered after dodging around
Kelly and nearly overturning Andie.
"Eshcuse you!" she agreed.
"At least, this time he's wearing pants," said Kelly,
giggling, in spite of his early embarrassment. Even if I'm
not.
Andie laughed, "You're going to have a shivilizing
influence on these boys, I can see already. Have you had
breakfasht?"
Kelly nodded. This place was a madhouse and everyone
thinking he was a girl just made it worse. "I had cereal,"
he said.
"She washed her dishes and put them away," added Richard,
smiling, "she's not a Mann yet."
Kelly blinked, sorting that out then decided that he wanted
to stick his tongue out at Richard, like he sometimes did
when Barbie teased him; he hesitated for a moment and then
gave Richard a full razzberry which caused the older boy to
laugh so hard he fell back into the chair.
"Kelly!" Andie mock-scolded. "That's not very ladylike!"
"Ack! Andie, you know I don't care about that!" But Kelly's
mood had improved a bit. It was so ridiculous, embarrassing
but ridiculous.
Andie laughed, "No, I guess you don't. Um, well, I haven't
had breakfast, I'm going to see if I can get Conchita to
fry me an egg or something, you go get dressed and meet me
downstairs. Barbie will be calling about nine and then
we'll go over to your old place to pick up some things. Hop
to it, girl." And she patted Kelly on the butt to hurry him
along.
He glared at her for the "girl" then decided it was wasted
effort and tried to start toward his room. Richard stuck
out an arm and stopped him.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"Oh, girls always feel better after a good cry," said
Andie, airily. "C'mon, I'll help you find something to
wear." She took Kelly's hand and led him into his room, and
Richard let him go, still smiling.
Closing the door to the little girl's dream bedroom behind
them Andie turned Kelly around, "Give me a hug, honey. I
think you need one and I always do."
Kelly hugged her then pulled away, "Andie you seem
determined to keep this masquerade going. I mean you're
really playing it up out there!"
"Bothersh you, huh? Well, I guess it's just the theater
major I never finished. I'm having a blasht!" she grinned.
"Well, I'm not!" said Kelly, annoyed. "And if Barbie is
marrying Dr. Mann I can't pretend to be a girl for the rest
of my life, can I?"
Kelly had meant that to be a statement, turning it into a
question caught him by surprise. He felt very odd about
that and tried not to think too hard about why.
"Why not?" asked Andie. "You're obviously going to be more
successful being a girl than being a boy." She pointed at
the mirror as evidence. "You're adorable!"
"But--" Kelly began.
"Why would you want to be a boy? You want to be a
politician or a football hero? You're too honesht for one
and too little for the other. Tell me, since yeshterday,
how many people have mishtaken you for a boy?"
"Uh, none," Kelly admitted.
"In fact, you couldn't convince one person that you were a
boy, could you?" Andie insisted.
"Uh, no, but it's my hair, it's too long," he explained. He
fingered a blond curl against a shoulder.
"And you couldn't afford a haircut, right? You've needed a
haircut since Christmas last year but you didn't get one. A
five dollar haircut for boys in my shop and you know I
would have done it for free if you had asked? How many
times did you get beat up, called a sissy or a queer in
school last year, was it jusht because of your hair?"
He shook his head miserably. Life can be cruel for studious
small boys who don't like sports.
She went on, not unkindly. "What are your favorite games at
school, hopscotch, jacks, tetherball, jumprope, hmm? I've
seen your toys, you don't have a football or baseball or
toy gun but you do have a set of jacksh and a jumprope.
Barbie has several dolls and even a doll house, you ever
play with them?"
"Uh," stammered Kelly. Barbie would never have allowed him
to have a toy gun, even if he had wanted one. And the
dolls, well, Barbie still played with them, too, he thought
defensively.
"Face it Kelly Girl, you *walk* like a girl, you *talk*
like a girl, you *look* like a girl and you musht like it
or you would have done something about it. Well, now you
have, you've convinced everyone that you *are* a girl."
"I never said I wanted to be a girl, I never told anyone I
was a girl," Kelly objected, close to tears, again.
"Did you get angry and cuss yeshterday when people thought
you were a girl? Did you try really hard to convince them
you were a boy? Did you pull down your pants and show
them?" Andie smiled, trying to take the sting out of
things.
Kelly frowned, almost a pout. "No, no, I didn't."
Intellectually he knew that his male peers would have done
anything not to be thought of as a girl. But yesterday's
gender confusion had seemed so inescapable at the time.
Andie appeared to be enjoying this. "How often do you think
of an excuse to sit down when you pee? And you always sit
down with your knees together, you know? You giggle and
simper and pout, just like Barbie. She and I have had some
long conversations about you, did you know that? She
thought you would outgrow it, but I told her I thought you
were gender dysphoric, unhappy with being a boy. Was I
wrong?"
Kelly shook his head, eyes filling with quiet tears. Well,
was he happy being a boy? He wasn't sure but he knew he
didn't really want to be a boy the way other males his age
were boys. Couldn't there be an alternative besides wearing
baby doll pajamas in a bedroom out of an Olsen Twins movie?
Andie took his chin gently holding his face up so he had to
look at her. "Do you want to be a boy, Kelly? Or would you
rather be a girl, like Barbie?" she asked.
"I don't know what I want," Kelly admitted, then realized
what he had said and hurried to amplify, "I hate getting
beat up, I don't like baseball or football or guns. I try
not to be such a sissy but--" he broke off, his lip
beginning to tremble.
"It's jusht the way you are, Kelly." Andie knelt beside him
and put her arms around him. "Look, hon, as a boy you're a
short, shkinny, sissified little queer." He jerked at the
word. "As a girl you can be a petite, slender, ladylike
young woman. Do you think Richard would like you if you
were a boy? Would he have held you when you cried? Or would
he have laughed at you?" She took his glasses off and laid
them on the bed, "You're getting these all shteamy."
"He'd have laughed," Kelly said with a hiccough. He felt
sure of it, Richard would have sneered at him if as a boy
he had been as upset as he had been this morning.
"He wouldn't like you as a boy, would he? He'd think you
were a sissy, he might even be mean to you, hmm? Why would
you want to be a boy?"
"I don't know," Kelly said miserably. I was born a boy, I
am a boy, he thought, I didn't think there were any
options.
"Look, I'll tell you what, if you want we'll go over to
your old place and get the most masculine clothes you've
got and you can pretend to be a boy all day. See if you can
fool anybody. I'll give you a buzz cut first if you like."
She grinned.
Kelly hiccoughed again. He shook his head. That sounded as
scary as any of his other options. But why? Just the
embarrassment of admitting to Richard and Pete that he was
not a girl? Or the inevitable teasing he would endure
because of it? Kelly knew the unthinking cruelty of the
young first hand, he would almost rather die than let the
Mann boys find out he wasn't a girl. But what would that
mean if Barbie did marry Dr. Mann?
"Go get a cup of water," Andie suggested. "Wash your face,
decide what you want to wear and meet me downshtairs,
Barbie's going to call in half-an-hour. Okay? I'm going to
get a cup of coffee and a roll."
Kelly stopped in the bathroom door, "Has Barbie told Harold
I'm really a boy, that I'm her son?"
"I don't know if it came up," she said, as if it weren't
that important. "But he's very understanding, remember he
does a half dozen or so sex changes a month down in
Tijuana. If you tell him, why, he could fix things for you,
jusht like fixing Barbie's bushtline." She didn't seem to
notice the effect this suggestion had on Kelly. The boy in
the babydoll pajamas vibrated like a piano string after the
hammer has come down. Andie went on, "He's seen lots of
people like you, many of whom are very unhappy; way, way
more desperate than you've been feeling. He really did
think you were a girl yeshterday, by the way, and it had
something to do with his proposing to Barbie."
"It did? How?" Kelly could think of no way such a delusion
would affect Dr. Mann's decision to propose. One blow after
another, he felt dizzy, off-balance, almost shattered. He
smoothed the pajama bottom over his right thigh, the cloth
felt like cotton or rayon, smooth and cool.
"The idea of having an inshtant daughter appealed to him,"
Andie explained. He's never completely forgiven me for
moving out, you know. And Barbie agreed to try to get
pregnant right away so that clenched it."
Kelly struggled not to sound like he was whining, "I don't
understand why he did that. They only met on Thursday. Why
would he propose, why would she accept?" Kelly would rather
worry this problem than the other one. Nervously, he
touched the collar of the pajamas, the top button was
shaped like a little heart.
"Don't you believe in love at first sight?"
He shook his head, blond hair swinging.
Andie laughed, "Get changed, I'll see you downshtairs, take
a right at the bottom of the circular shtairway." She
disappeared into the hallway.
Kelly watched her go and then reached for the big pink
teddy bear to get another surrogate hug.
Copyright 1999, 2002 by Wanda Cunningham
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