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Sister, Sister, Sister - Part 5
By Missy Crystal
As I tagged along with Beth and her friends, I thought to myself that
at least they never saw me as a boy. That was an improvement over
running into Mrs. Johnson earlier.
Cindy's house was about five minutes from the park. As we walked along,
the girls chatted about school and clothes and dates. I knew Beth
didn't have a boy friend and I don't think she ever went out on a real
date. The way Crissy and Dee talked, they seemed to have more
experience. Then the conversation turned to me.
"Jenny, do you have a boyfriend?" Crissy inquired.
I was sure Beth was fascinated to hear the answer to that question.
"No, boys are really nasty," I said, repeating what Susie once said
about some boys who were teasing her at recess. "I don't like them."
That should put an end to the conversation, I thought.
Crissy said very seriously, "Well, Jenny, I think that will change
very soon. Once your hormones start working, you'll see. Won't she
Beth?"
Beth looked at me. "Definitely, Crissy. It's just a matter of time
before she starts to like boys."
I rolled my eyes and gave her another dirty look. Then I began to think
about what she said. I know she was kidding me, but as Jenny, would I
like boys when I grew up?
Beth must have noticed that I became quiet. She moved close to me and
whispered, "I'm sorry, Jenny. I was afraid if I didn't go along with
the girls they would suspect something was wrong. Don't take it
seriously. They're just pretending anyway. I know their moms don't let
them date. Talking about boys is just a natural part of what girls do
when they get together."
"Thanks, Beth," I said, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. "But
that's something I never really thought about before. If Jenny's a
girl, shouldn't she like boys?"
"I don't know, Jenny," Beth said with a smile. "But if you start dating
boys before I do, I'll really be pissed," and she deliberately gave me
a bump with her hip.
The conversation ended with our arrival at Cindy's house. Crissy rang
the bell and a girl with blonde hair done into up in a French braid
answered the door. She was wearing a pretty pink and white dress. The
long skirt was flared and the top had a round neck and sort sleeves.
There was lace trim on the top and a white sash around the waist. She
was facing me so I couldn't see the back, but I guessed the sash was
tied in a bow. Under her dress, she had on white lace tights and on her
feet, pink patent leather shoes with a strap around her ankle and low
heels. It was a really pretty outfit.
"Hey," Cindy greeted the girls.
"Hey," the girls greeted Cindy.
"This is my cousin Jenny," Beth said as she pushed me forward.
"Hi, Jenny," said Cindy. "It's nice to meet you."
"Hi Cindy," I said quietly. "It's nice to meet you too. I really like
your dress."
"Thank you, Jenny," she said politely and turned to the other girls.
"Good timing. We just got back from my fitting for my cousin's wedding.
This is my bridesmaid's dress," Cindy twirled around. "Isn't it
delicious?" She picked up the skirt with her hands and swung it as she
danced with a pretend partner: "There is this boy. His name is David.
He is so, so handsome. He asks me to dance!" She continued to hold onto
her skirt and move to imaginary music. Finally, Cindy came back to
earth. "Let's go upstairs. Mommy," she called out, "my friends are here.
We're going up to my room. Okay?"
I heard her mother reply from somewhere in the back of the house,
"Okay, honey. Have fun girls. There's milk and cookies in the kitchen
if you get hungry."
Cindy turned and we followed her upstairs. She picked up the skirt with
her hands to raise it as she started up. I made a mental note about how
to manage a long skirt when going up stairs. We got to the top and
followed her to the end of the hallway. She opened a door and we all
went in. I couldn't believe me eyes. Beth and Susie shared a room and
it was crowded with two beds and two dressers. Cindy had a room to
herself. There was plush aqua carpet on the floor and wallpaper with an
aqua, pink and lavender flower design. The windows had drapes with
matching material and the bed had a matching comforter and coordinating
pillows. There was a double dresser with a big mirror, another full-
length mirror on a door, which I assumed was the closet, a desk and a
large bookcase. All of the furniture was shiny white wood and the bed
had a pink ruffled canopy. On the bed was a zoo of about a dozen
stuffed animals and there was a doll collection lined up on the top
shelf of the bookcase.
Beth was standing next to me. I nudged her.
"Yeah," she whispered. "Wouldn't you kill for a room like this?"
"I'd kill for a room like yours," I kidded her, referring to my boy's
room.
Our conversation was interrupted by music. I looked over to where it
was coming from and saw Cindy and Mary next to a fancy stereo. Crissy,
and Dee were sitting on the bed. Beth went over to join them and I
found a chair far enough away from the other girls that I did not have
to get in their conversation.
"Jenny, be a dear and unzip me."
I looked up and saw Cindy standing in front of me. She turned around
and I reached up, took the zipper and slowly pulled it down the back of
her dress. I got about half way down and stopped.
"All the way, please, Jenny."
I continued to unzip the dress until the zipper stopped at the waist. I
noticed that the top was still fastened around Cindy's shoulders. The
only experience I had with a party dress was yesterday, when Beth
dressed me up in hers to play Barbies, but that dress had buttons up
the back. As I stood there, Cindy reached behind her neck and unhooked
it. The top separated and she leaned forward as the dress slid off her
shoulders and down her arms. She wiggled out of the waist and the dress
dropped to the floor with a rustle of petticoats. Cindy was standing
right in front of me and I couldn't help but see that she was wearing a
white lace bra and white lace tights.
I glanced over at Beth and could she that she was trying not to laugh,
because none of the other girls would understand what was so funny
about me getting an eyeful as Cindy changed. In fact, the other girls
weren't paying any attention to Cindy. They were having a conversation,
as if they got dressed and undressed in front of each other all the
time, which I guessed they probably did. The funny thing was that
seeing Cindy undressed wasn't as interesting to me as seeing what she
was wearing under her dress. I sat back down as Cindy peeled off her
lace tights and stood in front of me in a pair of white nylon panties.
I glanced over to the bed and saw Beth looking at me with a silly grin
on her face. Cindy went over to the door with the mirror and opened it.
I was right, it was a closet. She reached in and took out a pair of
jeans, like the other girls had on. She held the jeans out, stepped
into them and pulled them on. They were tight fitting and she had to
struggle to get them up over her hips. Then she walked back towards me
and stopped in front of her bureau. She opened up the second drawer and
took out a pair of black cotton socks. She was facing me as she leaned
forward to put on her socks and I had a close up look at her bra. It
had thin straps and lace that covered the rounded white nylon cups. I
couldn't tell if they were padded. Before I realized what was
happening, Cindy reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, which
slid down her arms answering my question. They were definitely her own.
I immediately looked away and caught Beth covering her mouth with her
hands to stop herself from giggling. Cindy opened the top drawer of the
bureau and took out a sports bra, which she pulled over her head. She
used her hands to adjust each breast. Finally, she went back to the
closet and took out a stretchy black short sleeve top, which she pulled
over her head and tucked into her jeans.
"Jenny," Cindy said to me, "would you be a dear and hang up the dress
for me, please? There's a hanger in the closet with a plastic bag on
it." 'Be a dear' seemed to be one of her favorite expressions I thought
to myself, but it didn't matter, because I was happy to get a close
look at her dress. I walked over and picked it up. The stiff petticoats
held the skirt out as I lifted it and I ran my hand over the lace on
the top. From that point, I was at a loss. Luckily, Beth saw that I was
in trouble and came over to help. She pretended to examine the dress
and whispered to me, "There's a tiny hook which attaches to an eye at
the neck. Then zip it up and tie the sash in a bow. There are loops
inside the shoulders. They go over the hooks on the hanger, so that the
dress won't slide off. Put the hanger through the arms and slide the
bag over the dress." She went back and sat down on the bed. I followed
her directions and handed the dress to Cindy.
"Oh, thank you Jenny, that's great," she complimented me.
I looked at Beth and winked. She winked back. We listened to music and
the girls gossiped for about half an hour. I had never seen Beth with
her girlfriends before. I was surprised how much they touched each
other without seeming to give it any thought; doing each other's hair,
sharing makeup, putting their hand on an arm or shoulder as they
chatted. I thought to myself that Jenny needed to be friendlier, so I
got up and went over to join the conversation. Dee had her pocket book
open and was showing Beth something. I sat down on the bed beside Beth.
She looked at me and then back to Dee.
"See," said Dee, showing Beth a small pearl colored container. "My
mother got it for me. It holds three." She slid the top off and handed
one of the little white ovals inside to Beth.
"That's really cool," Beth replied while examining the object. "I'll
have to get my mom to get one for me. Here, Jenny."
I took it from Beth. She gave me a funny look. I had no idea what it
was.
"Do you use tampons?" Dee asked me.
Holy cow, I thought. We're back to the period thing. Is Beth going to
clue me in, so I don't give myself away?
Luckily, Cindy's mom called up the stairs. "Girls, Crissy's mother is
here to give you a ride home. Hurry up down."
Beth took the tampon from me and handed it back to Dee.
The ride home only took a few minutes. I said goodbye to Beth's friends
and got out of the car. Beth followed me. We walked around to the
kitchen door and went in. Mom was in the kitchen getting supper
started.
"Hi, girls," she greeted us. "Did you have fun?"
"Well," said Beth, "Jenny got quite an education," and she stared to
laugh. Mom looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"What on earth does that mean?" she inquired.
"Oh, just that Cindy put on quite a show for Jenny changing out of her
dress."
Mom looked at me.
"You're the one that told me to go," I reminded her.
"Yes," Mom told me, "and I still think it was a good idea. Jenny,
you're going to have to get used to being around girls as a girl. Was
there a problem?"
"No, Mom, it was fine. I just wasn't expecting to become one of the
girls so quickly."
"Good," said Mom. "I'm very proud of my daughters." She came over and
gave us both a hug. "Now, scoot along and get washed up. Dinner's
almost ready."
After dinner, we cleaned up the kitchen. When we finished, Mom
announced, "I'm going to take Susie upstairs and give her a bath."
"Can Jenny give me a bath?" Susie asked Mom.
"No, Susie, I'm afraid not," Mom replied. "Jenny may be your sister,
but she's still a boy and boys don't give girl's baths."
"But if I had to go to the bathroom at the mall, Jenny would go with me
to the girl's room, wouldn't she?" Susie argued.
"Well, luckily that wasn't something that we needed to deal with last
night; but yes, Jenny would use the ladies' room. However, you're old
enough to go to the bathroom by yourself. She doesn't see you with your
panties down."
"What if I wore my bathing suit?" Susie persisted.
"Hmmm," Mom thought for a minute. "Okay, I'll tell you what. You keep
on your panties and undershirt. Jenny can wash you up and do your hair.
Then I'll finish. Now, off with you. I'll start your bath. Jenny, come
with me."
I followed Mom into the bathroom. She closed the drain, turned on the
faucets and started to fill the tub. A few minutes later, Susie came
in. She had on cute little white cotton panties with tiny red hearts
and a white cotton tank top undershirt. She got right into the tub.
"Can Jenny and I play a little bit before she washes me up, Mom?
Please."
"Okay," Mom said. "But just five minutes, because it's past your
bedtime."
Susie had a Little Mermaid doll with a glittery green fish tail that
pulled up over her legs and a pair of seashells for a bra.
"This is Ariel. Ariel, this is my sister Jenny," Susie said, formally
introducing us.
"Hi Ariel," I said. "What pretty red hair you have."
Susie had some other bath toys and we made up a game with Ariel
escaping from Ursula, the evil sea witch, and marrying the handsome
Prince Eric. The fact that we didn't have any of the other characters
didn't seem to bother Susie.
"Okay, you two," Mom called to us. "Time to put the toys away and get
washed up."
"Please, just a few more minutes. Jenny and I are having fun," Susie
pleaded.
"No, Susie. Mom wants you to get washed up. Let's get started." Was that
me talking? The boy who always whined for a few more minutes. I had
only been Jenny for two days and already she was having a good
influence on me.
I found a washcloth and began to scrub Susie's arms and legs. When I
got to her feet, she started to giggle and splash around.
"Please be careful, Susie, you'll get my blouse wet." My blouse? I was
even starting to talk like a girl!
Just then, Mom came in. "Oh, thank you Jenny. That's great. Make sure
you get her neck and behind her ears. I'll hold her hair back for you."
Susie had shoulder length blond hair that she wore straight with bangs.
I wished my hair looked like that. Mom pulled it back into a ponytail,
twisted it around a couple of times and held it on top of her head.
Maybe, someday I would be able to have a ponytail too.
"Watch closely, Jenny. Run the water until it's warm, then have Susie
lean back under the faucet. Soak her hair good and use a small amount
of the shampoo. Not too much, just enough to work up a good lather.
It's a special shampoo that won't sting her eyes. After you've worked
in the soap, have her lean back under the faucet."
Mom supported the back of Susie's head with her head as she leaned her
back. Rinse all of the soap out of her hair and sit her up."
Mom put her other hand on Susie's head to prevent her from banging it
on the faucet as she sat up.
"Here," she said, handing me a spray bottle. "This is a conditioner
and detangler. It prevents snarls and makes her hair easier to comb
out." Mom handed me a fine tooth comb. "Use it to work the conditioner
and detangler though her hair. Yes, that's good. Make sure you get all
of her hair."
"Wow, Mom," I commented, "it sure takes a lot of work to wash a girl's
hair."
"Yes," Jenny said, "it does, but you'll get used to it. Men think that
women are born pretty. They don't realize how much time and trouble it
takes us to create that illusion and we don't spoil it by letting them
in on the secret."
Mom paused and looked at me lovingly. "Except for a few special ones."
She reached out and I snuggled up to her. She gave me a big hug and
released me. "Time to do your homework," she reminded me.
"You have school tomorrow."
I was heading out the bathroom door and stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Mom asked.
"School," I replied. "I forgot all about it. Everything happened so
fast over the last couple of days. Please, Mom, can I go to school as
Jenny? Please!"
"Jenny, let's go outside."
We stepped out of the bathroom and Mom closed the door.
"Weren't you the one who was afraid of having pierced ears and a girl's
hairdo, because the boys would call you a sissy and beat you up? What
makes you think that it will be different if you go to school dressed
in girl's clothes?"
"Well," I reasoned, "everyone who saw me today treated me like a girl,
so, well, so I thought that maybe the kids at school would too."
"Jenny, dear," mother said softly, "your sisters and I treated you like
a girl, because we're your family. Everyone else treated you like a
girl, because they didn't know you were a boy. The kids at school will
know. So will your teachers and the principal. I'm sorry," she said
apologetically, "but, even if your wishful thinking was true, it's not
possible. The school would never allow it. You would be sent home and I
would get in trouble for letting things go as far as I have. I should
have thought of this before. It was selfish of me to encourage you to
be Jenny and it would be best if you went back to being a boy."
"No, Mom! No! No! No! It wasn't selfish. I like being Jenny. Beth and
Susie like me as Jenny. You like me as Jenny too. I know you do. Why
can't I be Jenny all the time?"
"Because, honey, you're too young to make that decision and I don't
have the right to make it for you. Jenny will just have to wait until
you are older."
I calmed down a little. "Look, Mom. I can go to school as Johnny. If
that's what I have to do, I'll do it. It's only six hours. Then when I
come home, I have the rest of the day and all night to be Jenny. And
weekends, holidays and vacations too. That's a lot better than going
back to the way things were. I may have to go to school as a boy, but a
girl lives here. Sister, sister, sister. That's just how it is. Okay,
Mom?"
I looked up at her. She had tears in her eyes. Through her sniffling I
heard her say, "Yes. If you're really sure you want to do this, it's
okay. You know I love you. I love you as a boy. I love you as a girl. I
just want you to be happy and if being Jenny makes you happy, then it
makes me happy too."
"I love you too, Mom. And I'm very happy to be your daughter," I added.
Mom's serious face turned into a big smile. "Now run along. I have to
finish Susie's bath. Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. "I forgot all
about her. She must be waterlogged by now." She turned and went quickly
into the bathroom.
TO BE CONTINUED
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