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Jennifer by Aoife Martin
1. Jennifer
Jennifer stood in front of the full-length mirror in her sister's
bedroom. She regarded her naked form with disdain and disgust. Oh
how she hated her body! She hated its slimness, her boy-hips, her
flat chest that would never bud. Most of all, she hated the thing
between her legs. The thing that made her a boy.
Carefully laid out on her sister's bed were the clothes Jennifer
was going to wear. She quickly pulled on the pair of panties she
had chosen and immediately felt better. The silky material made her
feel more feminine and she could no longer see the boy-thing. With
practiced fingers, she took the matching brassiere from the bed and
hooked it up behind her back. Though padded for an adolescent girl,
it was not meant for someone with nothing to begin with. She filled
the sadly empty cups with two pairs of rolled-up socks. Now that
she had a bosom and she allowed herself to smile.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Jennifer carefully pulled on a
pair of flesh-coloured tights. This was one of her favourite parts
of being a girl. She loved the way the tights made her legs look
and feel. It was like wearing a second skin. Nothing boys wore came
even close. Once her tights were on, she quickly pulled on her
skirt and top and then stepped into a pair of low-heeled shoes.
Once dressed, she sat down at the dressing table and put on some
makeup. Nothing much - just a touch of lipstick, a little blush and
some mascara. She brushed her hair (longish for a boy, but shortish
for a girl) into a more feminine style and spritzed herself with
Rosemary's perfume. Some clip-on earrings and a simple necklace
completed the look.
Although neither vain nor boastful, she never ceased to be amazed
at how pretty she could look. She examined her reflection from
numerous angles and pronounced herself happy with the results. Yes
her hair was a tad short, but it gave her - she reckoned - a more
continental, nay chic, look. Jennifer smiled and the young lady in
the mirror smiled right back at her.
Downstairs, she make herself a sandwich and a cup of tea before
curling up on the couch to watch some television. There was, as
usual, nothing of note on the goggle box, but she spent a pleasant
half-hour watching some makeover programme. It was a pleasure just
to be herself. To be sitting there with her legs curled under her,
wearing a skirt and being at peace with the world. It was a
pleasure just to be. It was an inner peace she only found by being
true to her self.
She spent the rest of the afternoon in her sister's room, trying on
various dresses and skirts and outfits. Some looks worked better
for her than others but that was the way of things. At 4.30 she
reluctantly changed out of the clothes she was wearing - a denim
skirt and t-shirt - and put everything away. She had a quick
shower, trying not to touch or look at her boy-thing, and dressed
in her boy-clothes. She immediately felt the dull-black cloud of
depression settle once again on her young shoulders.
She was lying on her own bed reading a novel when she heard the
front door open and close. That would be her mother, home from
work. "David," she called up the stairs. (God, how she hated that
name!) "Are you up there?"
"I'm here Mum!" she called back. "I'll be down in a minute."
And so, she reluctantly got off her bed and went downstairs to
greet her mother. She hated dressing like a boy. She felt so stupid
and clumsy and wrong inside. Later that night, Jennifer prayed to
God to make her a girl. And then she climbed into bed and cried
herself to sleep.
2. Anne
Anne was worried about David. Although her son had always been
quiet, he seemed to have become much more withdrawn lately. She
sensed he was unhappy about something but any time she asked him
about it, he said he was fine. It was patently obvious, to Anne at
least, that he was anything but. If only he'd talk to her she would
listen. He could tell her anything.
She wondered if it was the lack of a father-figure - the bastard
had run off not long after David was born. With only herself and
Rosemary and David in the house, there was a distinct lack of
maleness about the place. Perhaps she should have remarried. But
what with her career and two children to look after, she'd never
found the time to commit to another relationship. Sure, she'd been
on dates but they'd never amounted to much. Besides, most men
baulked at the thought of getting serious with a woman who already
had two kids.
After he'd gone to bed, she'd asked Rosemary if she had noticed
anything.
"It's probably just puberty. You know what teenagers are like."
"I suppose. Do you think you could ask him?"
"I'm his sister, he's not going to tell me anything."
"But you two used to be so close."
"I know Mum, but I'm a young woman now. We're into different
things. We don't have anything in common any more."
"I know, dear. But could you at least try? It might do no harm and
he just might open up to you."
Rosemary sighed. "Okay. I'll ask him. Tell you what, I'll leave
work early tomorrow - I'm owed a half day - and I'll speak to him
then. Maybe he'll talk to me if you're not around."
"Thank you darling." She got up and gave her fifteen-year-old
daughter a kiss on the forehead, marveling at her maturity. She'd
gotten herself a job for the summer holidays and was already acting
like a grownup.
3. Rosemary
Although she didn't say it, Rosemary was also worried about David.
She hadn't wanted to worry her mother any more than she already
was, so she had kept her mouth shut. Something else bothered
Rosemary. Someone had been poking around her things. The clothes in
her wardrobe had been moved and she could almost swear that someone
had been using her makeup. She didn't think it was her mother, so
that only left one possibility.
The following morning, she asked Mr. Gardener if it was okay for
her to take the afternoon off. As it was Wednesday, the florist
wasn't particularly busy - nor was it likely to be - and he readily
agreed. She passed the morning arranging a few bouquets for
delivery and dealing with some customer enquiries. Before she knew
it, it was one o'clock. She said goodbye to Mr. Gardener - a great
name for a florist - and headed home.
As she approached the house, she was wondering in her mind how best
to play it with David. Should she come right out and ask him what
the matter was? Or should she just play it by ear? Get him talking
first, and then see what happened. She decided to play it by ear.
Something in the back of her mind, something subconscious, made her
open and close the front door quietly. The house was silent apart
from the muffled drone of music from upstairs.
The living room and kitchen were empty. She threw her bag and coat
across the chair and headed up the stairs. As she approached the
top of the stairs she realized that the music was coming, not from
David's room as she had expect, but from her own room. Something
clicked in the back of her mind. She eased the door open.
There, in the middle of the room, was a pretty young girl. She had
her eyes closed and was swaying along with the music. She was
wearing a tartan kilt skirt and a soft, black polo-necked jumper.
It was, of course, her brother David. And yet it wasn't him. It
really was a girl. She was tall and elegant and relaxed and
beautiful. Rosemary felt a twinge of jealousy. And with that, the
girl in the centre of the room - the girl who was her brother -
opened her eyes.
4. Jennifer and Rosemary
There was a deathly silence as the track on the CD stopped and
Jennifer and Rosemary stared at each other. An eternity seemed to
pass between them. Finally, Rosemary spoke.
"David? Is that you?"
Jennifer gawped at her sister. The absurdity of the situation
almost made her laugh. "Actually," she said. "My name is Jennifer."
It was Rosemary's turn to gawp.
"I'm sorry for borrowing your clothes," continued Jennifer. "It's
just that I have none of my own."
For a moment, Rosemary didn't respond. Then she said, "Oh my God!
You're so pretty!"
Jennifer blushed. "Thank you," she said.
"How long have you been doing this?"
"Years. I've always felt that I was a girl. Deep down. Inside.
Where the true things are."
Rosemary walked over and took Jennifer by the hand. "Sit down," she
said, indicating the bed. "Sit down and tell me everything.
5. Rosemary and Jennifer - later
They were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking tea. Jennifer had
changed out of her sister's clothes and was dressed in jeans and a
t-shirt. Without the makeup and the clothes, she looked like a boy
again. Rosemary found it difficult to reconcile the two images with
the one person she had known for most of her life.
"What are we going to do about Mum?" Jennifer asked.
"I think we should tell her," Rosemary replied, sipping her tea.
"Will she be able to handle it?"
"Better than you think. She's worried about you. That's why I took
a half day off work. She thought you might open up to me seeing as
we used to be so close." She paused, embarrassed. "That's something
I feel I should apologize for. When we were young we were very
close. But then, when I went through puberty, you know, I didn't
think we had anything in common any more. After all, you were a boy
and I was becoming a woman. I didn't think you'd be interested in
the kind of stuff I was interested in. You know. Fashion and the
like." She laughed. "I couldn't have been more wrong."
With that, the two of them burst out laughing. They laughed so hard
that tears came down their faces. When the laughter had finally
subsided, Jennifer said, "How are we going to tell Mum?"
Rosemary thought for a moment. "Come on," she said. "Get your coat.
We're going out."
"Where are we going?"
Her reply was music to Jennifer's ears. "We're going shopping!"
6. Rosemary and Jennifer - continued
"Okay," Rosemary said, as they entered the shop. "My clothes fit
you, right?"
Jennifer nodded.
"Great. That means you're the same size as me. It'll make it easier
to select the right outfit. Now, first things first. Let's get you
some underwear. You can't be wearing mine all the time."
"Shhh," Jennifer said, looking around, embarrassed. "People might
hear you."
They went to the lingerie section. Jennifer's heart was beating
wildly in her chest. She looked around at all the bras and panties
and slips. Finally she was going to get some of her very own,
panties that had never been worn by anyone else. Rosemary, however,
was all business.
"We can't linger in the lingerie," she punned. "We have to get you
home and changed before Mum arrives. We can go shopping for
pleasure some other time."
Jennifer didn't care what Rosemary said. This was pleasurable. Just
being there with her sister. Picking out clothes for her. This was
perfectly pleasurable, thank you very much.
7. Rosemary and Jennifer - continued
Jennifer and Rosemary stood in front of the full-length mirror in
Rosemary's room. Both of them were wearing similar black dresses.
Jennifer's was sleeveless, ending just above her knee. It fitted
nicely over her boy-hips. She wore a little makeup and a pair of
court shoes with one-inch heels. Everything she wore was brand new.
Rosemary had paid for it and Jennifer promised to pay her back.
Rosemary's dress was quite similar to Jennifer's, though it was
long-sleeved. Rosemary was also curvier and the dress seemed to
cling to her hips and her bosom. She almost envied Jennifer her
slimness. Jennifer, on the other hand, almost envied Rosemary's
curves. Such was life.
The two of them smiled at each other's reflections and declared
themselves delighted with their appearance. Moments later, though,
Jennifer went pale when she heard the front door bang shut. Mum was
home.
8. Anne and Rosemary
Anne had to sit down. She couldn't believe what her daughter had
just told her.
"Oh my God! Poor David."
"Her name is Jennifer, Mum. She's a real girl. She just happens to
have been born with the wrong body."
Anne tried to take it in but it was difficult. Naturally, she was
shocked. But, if what her daughter had told her was true, then it
was something she would have to deal with. Better for her son to be
happy and content as Jennifer than to be miserable and depressed as
David. Christ, she thought, is this my fault for not remarrying?
Rosemary seemed to know what she was thinking.
"It's not your fault, Mum. It's just the way it is. Some people are
born with the wrong bodies. Their brains and their feelings tell
them they're one thing, and their bodies tell them they're another.
I can't even begin to imagine how difficult and lonely that must
be. Look, why don't I call her down and you can meet her?"
Anne nodded.
9. Anne, Rosemary and Jennifer
Anne gasped when Jennifer entered the kitchen. She couldn't believe
that this beautiful girl was her son David. She looked so elegant
and sophisticated in her black dress. She looked so, comfortable.
It was as if she had been born for this. Which, in a way, she had
been.
"Hi Mum."
"Hi," said Anne and she started to cry.
"Mum," said Jennifer, rushing over to her. "Don't cry." She hugged
her mother. "It's okay. It's still me."
"You're so beautiful," her mother said. "I've lost a son but gained
a daughter."
The three women hugged each other and held on to each other and
cried. It was some time before they let go.
10. Jennifer
Later that night, Jennifer climbed into bed. Rosemary had given her
one of her nightdresses. Nothing fancy, just a flannel one, but
comfortable nonetheless. She found it hard to sleep, her mind
racing over the events of the day. There was a strange feeling
inside her, in her heart. It was hope.
They had stayed up talking late into the night. Jennifer had told
her mother everything. About how she'd always felt like a girl.
About how she used to sneak into Rosemary's room to try on her
clothes. About how she didn't fit in with the boys at school. And
they had cried some more and hugged each other.
Tomorrow being Saturday, Jennifer and her mother were going to go
shopping. Rosemary had promised to go through her wardrobe and give
any clothes she didn't want to Jennifer. It was, she said, cool
having a sister. She would also teach Jennifer everything there was
to know about being a girl. Not that she needed to, because
Jennifer looked so beautiful and so poised already.
Some time later, Jennifer fell into a dreamless sleep.
11. Rosemary
Rosemary didn't have as much trouble sleeping. She had taken it all
in her stride. It was going to be so cool to have a sister. Someone
to share makeup tips with. Someone to confide in. Someone to swap
clothes with. A proper sister in fact. She fell asleep with a smile
on her face.
12. Anne
Anne, too, was having trouble sleeping. Although she could see how
happy Jennifer was, she was nonetheless worried. She worried about
how people were going to react. She worried that Jennifer might be
attacked if people found out. And she missed her son. Her little
boy, whom she had breast-fed and raised and looked after for all of
his life. Her little man, she used to call him. Her little man was
gone and that made her very sad. She cried some more. Small, silent
tears, tears that ran down her cheeks and glistened momentarily on
her pillow before soaking into the fabric. She cried for herself.
And for Jennifer. Most of all, though, she cried for David.
The End.
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