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Sister, Sister, Sister - Part 9
By Missy Crystal
Beth and I sat on the bed across from Mom and Susie.
"Okay, Mom. What's the big surprise?" Beth said excitedly.
"Yes, please tell us," Susie chimed in.
"Well," Mom said with a dramatic pause, keeping us in suspense. "Jenny's
real birthday is next week. Remember Mr. Kenneth said for us to come
back and he would do our hair?"
"Yes, Mom, yes, we remember!" All of us were bouncing up and down with
anticipation.
Even Mom sounded excited. "I spoke to Mr. Kenneth. For Jenny's birthday,
you are getting your hair done this Saturday!"
"All of us?" Susie asked. "Me too?"
"Yes, Sweetie, all three of you," Mom told her.
"You too?" Beth asked.
"Hmmm," Mom said thoughtfully, "you know, I never really thought about
it. I assumed he would just do you girls. It would be too much to ask
him to do me too. Besides," Mom said with a smile, "if I remember
correctly, he said I was hopeless."
We all laughed.
"Now then, Susie needs to get to bed and you girls have homework to do.
So scoot."
Beth went to her closet to change. I walked over and asked her to unzip
my dress, rather than struggle the way I had putting it on. She
unfastened the hook at the neck and then zipped it down to my waist. I
slipped it off and stood there in my pantyhose and bra. Beth had taken
off her top and skirt and she was too in her panties and bra. It seemed
like the most natural thing in the world for her to be helping me get
undressed and for me to be standing in front of my mother and sisters in
girl's underwear. I walked over to the closet and hung up the dress.
Then I went back to my room. I sat on the edge of my bed and carefully
peeled off my pantyhose. I slipped my nightgown on and went down to the
kitchen to do my homework. Beth was already at the table. She looked up
and smiled. I smiled back at her.
"Need any help, Sis?" she asked.
"No thanks, Beth," I replied. "Now that I am paying attention in class
and keeping up with the assignments, it's really easy."
"My sister the brain," Beth joked.
"No," I kidded back. "It's just that girls are smarter than boys."
We both started giggling so loud that Mom called down to find out what
the racket was about.
"Nothing Mom," Beth and I called up to her.
"Just a girl thing," Beth added.
And we both broke up again.
The next morning I made doubly sure that Johnny went to school and Jenny
stayed home. I hated putting on my boy's plain white cotton briefs and
t-shirt, but I was determined not to make any more mistakes that could
get Mom or me in trouble. Even worse, that might force me to stop being
Jenny. I looked at my nails to make sure that there was no trace of
polish, studied my face in the mirror to be sure that all of my makeup
was off, and pulled back my hair to double check that my earrings were
out.
As usual, Mom was in the kitchen getting breakfast ready. She looked up
when she heard me pull the chair out.
"My goodness," she exclaimed. "You're the early bird this morning.
Susie's not down yet. Is something wrong, Jenny?"
"No, Mom," I assured her. "I learned my lesson yesterday when Mrs.
McGowan found me out. If I have to go to school as Johnny, so I can be
Jenny the rest of the time, that's just what I'll do. No more mess ups."
Mom beamed at me. "That's my girl!"
I just about melted.
The touching mother-daughter moment was interrupted by Susie bounding
in.
"Hi, Mom. Hi...," she paused. "Johnny," she said very pleased with
herself, because she remembered that I was her brother when I was
dressed as a boy.
"Hi my little sister who I adore no matter what," I told her.
She gave me a big smile and walked over.
"I don't usually kiss boys," she said with a serious face. "In fact, I
don't ever kiss boys. No matter what," she mimicked. Then she came over
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I was overcome by her simple expression of acceptance of me as a girl. I
reached out and gave her a hug. She snuggled up to me for a second, then
in typical little girl fashion her mood changed and she squirmed out of
my arms.
We finished our breakfast and headed for the bus. The trip to school was
the same as always. The boys I used to hang out with after school had
given up on me, so I found an empty seat and kept to myself. I thought
about what happened yesterday, when I forgot I had gym and wore my
girl's underwear, and decided that I should thank Mrs. McGowan for
helping me. As soon as the bus stopped, I headed upstairs to her office.
When I got to the door, I paused. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea. I
turned to leave. No, I thought, being honest about my feelings had
worked so far. I turned around and opened the door. Mrs. McGown was
sitting at her desk. Usually she gave me a big hello, since she and Mom
were both nurses and knew each other, but today she just looked at me
without showing any emotion.
"Hi, Mrs. McGowan," I said politely.
"Johnny, I am surprised to see you here. Didn't your mother tell you I
spoke to her about you?"
"Yes, she did Mrs. McGowan," I said quietly, looking down. Then I got my
courage up and looked at her. "I just wanted to say thank you and tell
you that you don't have to worry about me. There won't be any more
problems."
She stood up. "Johnny, part of my job as the school nurse is to report
abuse. Not just physical abuse. Emotional abuse too."
She must have seen my face drop.
"Oh no, Mrs. McGowan, please," I blurted out. "Please. Don't do
anything. I learned my lesson. It won't happen again. Really. I
promise." I was close to tears.
"Calm down, Johnny," she said as she came around her desk to stand next
to me. "Here." She handed me a box of tissues.
I took one out and wiped my eyes. She must have realized how upset I
was, because her voice became much gentler.
"My job isn't to judge you or your mother. Only to make sure that
whatever is going on isn't harmful to you. I wanted to check with your
teacher's to see how it was affecting your schoolwork."
She must have seen my eyes widen.
"No, Johnny," she said reassuringly, "this is a confidential matter that
I would not disclose until I was sure it was necessary. I just told them
that you had a stomachache the other day and I wanted to be sure you
weren't under any unusual stress from your classes. I expected that
there would be some negative effect of your confusion about your gender,
but to my surprise it was just the opposite. Every one of your teachers
had nothing but good things to say about you. You were more attentive,
better behaved, doing your homework and getting good grades. In fact, a
couple of your teachers said that they wished that whatever happened to
you happened to the rest of the boys in their class."
For the first time in our conversation, I saw the beginning of a smile.
Then she got serious again.
"I am not sure I am doing the right thing, but I respect your mother. If
she feels that this is best for you, I will not interfere. However, you
need to understand that if there is even the slightest indication that
this is causing a problem for you or for any other student, it will have
to be reported to the juvenile authorities. Are you perfectly clear
about what I said, Johnny?"
I looked straight at her. "Yes, Mrs. McGowan, perfectly clear. I
honestly wish things weren't they way they are. I wish that I had been
born a girl instead of a boy. I was never happy as a boy. I am very
happy as Jenny. That's my girl's name. I was a bratty boy and caused
trouble for me and for my family. Now things are great. I love my
sisters and they love Jenny."
For the first time, I saw a look of sympathy on Mrs. McGowan's face.
"Johnny," she emphasized that she was talking to me as a boy, "I have
known your mother since nursing school and over the years she has
confided in me how hard it was raising the three of you after your
father left. That is another reason why I don't want to create any more
problems for her than she already has, if I can help it. I would expect
that your sisters like you better as a girl and that playing dress up
with you is fun; but there's more to being a girl than makeup and pretty
clothes. The longer you pretend to be something you're not and can never
be, the harder it will be for you and your family when you reach
puberty. You know what puberty is?"
"Yes, Mrs. McGowan. I know. You mean when I'm old enough to be
interested in boys. Or at least when girls start dating."
By her surprised look, I guessed that she did not believe I would have
thought about this.
I told her honestly, "I'm not interested in boys right now. I don't know
if I ever will be. I do know that I am not pretending to be a girl. I am
a girl. I just have the wrong body."
Mrs. McGowan looked me in the eye. "You are an exceptional young..." she
paused, choosing her word carefully, "person. I honestly hope that for
your sake and your family's sake, this works out. My heart wants to
believe it will, but my head tells me it won't. Either way, Johnny, be
very, very careful. My professional responsibilities outweigh my
feelings or my friendship."
"I understand and I will Mrs. McGowan. I will. And thank you," I said as
I turned and went out.
The rest of the school day was uneventful. I went to class and spent my
lunch period as usual, secretly watching the girls, imagining what it
would be like to come to school as Jenny. When school got out I rushed
home to change. I dropped my backpack in the kitchen and went upstairs
to Beth and Susie's room. I opened the closet and looked through Beth's
wardrobe. She had lots of pants and jeans that were definitely made for
girls, but I still liked to look and feel feminine in skirts and
dresses. I chose the black denim jumper that Beth put on me the first
time she got me dressed to go out, a red cotton short-sleeved pullover
with a crew neck, red nylon tights and black penny loafers with chunky
two-inch heels. I put my outfit on Beth's bed and went into my room to
get my undies. I couldn't wait to get out of my plain boy's clothes and
into my lace trimmed pink panties and a matching cammie. I paraded back
into Beth's room and posed in front of the mirror.
"Hi, Jenny," I greeted my image. She smiled back at me.
After I got dressed, I went over to Beth's makeup table and started to
do my face. By now I was good at putting on my lipstick. I really didn't
need it, since I wasn't going anywhere, but I wanted to practice. Once I
was satisfied with my look, I picked out a thin silver chain with a
silver cheerleader megaphone charm. It was Beth's favorite, but I knew
she wouldn't mind me wearing it at home. Nobody would mistake me for a
cheerleader around here. Finally, I blew out my hair to make it full and
pulled it forward to frame my face. A red headband made the unisex cut
look more girlish. I checked myself out in the mirror, did a final primp
and was ready. Ready to start my homework. I let out a sigh. Someday, I
thought, cheering myself up, someday, Jenny will do all the things that
real girls do.
I went downstairs and started doing my homework. I was concentrating on
a math problem when I heard the door open and looked up.
"Hi, Jenny," Mom said. She looked approvingly at me. "Pretty as always."
"Hi, Mom," I replied with a smile. "Thank you." Then I noticed that she
was alone. "Where's Susie?" I asked her.
"Oh, Mrs. Johnson invited her to go out for a burger with Kelly. Beth is
cheering at a game and then she's going out with some of the girls, so
she wont' be home until late either." She gave me a loving look. "It's
just you and me, Jenny. Actually, I'm very happy to be able to have time
alone with you. So much has happened and we really haven't had a chance
to talk."
"That sound's great, Mom," I agreed.
"If you don't mind, sweetie, it's been a really long day. I am dying to
get in a hot tub and soak. Then we can have dinner and spend the rest of
the evening together."
"No problem, Mom. Go ahead and relax." I went over and gave her a hug
and she hugged me back.
"I love you Jenny," she said affectionately.
"I love you too, Mom," I replied with equal emotion. That was the best
part about being a girl. You didn't have to hide your feelings.
Mom went upstairs and I could hear the bath water running. I finished up
the math problem I was working on and decided to surprise Mom by making
dinner. I wasn't exactly a wiz in the kitchen, but I had been watching
Beth and had a basic idea of how to cook without setting me or the house
on fire. I decided to make macaroni and cheese. It came in a package
with all the ingredients and it didn't seem too difficult. I found the
box and read the directions. Boil water in a saucepan. I could do that.
Put in the macaroni. I could do that. Stir for six minutes, drain, but
it back, add the packet of cheese and stir. Easy. While the water was
boiling, I set the table. Mom liked a glass of wine with dinner, so I
found a wine glass. I poured a glass of milk for myself. Then I decided
that we couldn't have just the mac and cheese. We needed a salad. I had
watched Beth chop up lettuce and some other vegetables. I got everything
I needed out of the fridge and carefully prepared two bowls. I took out
a bottle of salad dressing and but it on the table.
"Jenny," Mom called, "I'm almost ready. Finish up what you're doing and
I'll be down to start supper in a few minutes."
"Okay, Mom, don't rush."
I went back to the stove and checked the macaroni. It was coated with
the melted cheese. I stirred it a few times and spooned it onto the
plates as I heard Mom coming downstairs.
She had on her big white terry robe and white terry scuffs. A towel was
wrapped around her head. She had a powdery flower smell from the bath
beads she used. When she saw the table she stopped short.
"Jenny," she said with astonishment. "This is so sweet. How did you ever
learn to be so domestic?"
"I don't know, Mom," I answered. "From watching Beth, I guess. I mean, I
really didn't do anything special. Just set the table and made something
from a mix."
"Well, someday you will make some lucky man a great wife." Then she
turned red and put her hand up to her mouth. "Oh, Jenny, I'm so sorry,
sweetie. I didn't mean to, I, I, I'm so sorry, I," she stammered.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Really, Mom, its okay. Don't worry about it.
I've heard you say that to Beth a hundred times. I like it when you talk
to me the way you do to her. It makes me feel like a real girl."
Mom calmed down. "Come here, honey." She held out her arms. I went up to
her and we snuggled. "Jenny, as far as I'm concerned," she said
caringly, "you are a real girl and anyone who says you're not is going
to have to deal with me!"
"Wow, Mom, that's really cool," I kidded her. "So on Monday I can go to
school as Jenny and you'll tell them they're wrong about my being a
boy?"
Mom got her sense of humor back. "You bet. Its girl's gym and Home Ec
for you young lady."
"We don't have Home Ec in middle school, Mom," I reminded her, "but gym
sounds like fun, although the shower situation might make it a little
difficult to convince people I'm a girl."
We both laughed as we released each other.
After dinner we did the dishes. Then Mom asked me if I'd like to take a
nice bubble bath. Susie liked to play in the tub, but Beth always took
showers, because it was easier for her to wash her hair, and I always
did what she did.
"Sure, Mom, a bubble bath sounds like fun."
"Okay, Sweetie. I'll run the water and get it ready. You go get
undressed. Beth has a bathrobe hanging on the back of her closet door.
Put it on and come into my bathroom."
I followed Mom upstairs and went into Beth's room. I stripped down to my
panties and bra and stopped. I wasn't sure whether I should get
completely undressed and decided to put the robe on over them. Beth had
a pair of silly bunny slippers that someone gave her as a birthday
present and I put them on just for fun. Then I headed down the hall to
Mom's room. When I went in, I could hear the water running and could see
her in the bathroom, bending over the tub. As I got closer, I could see
a mound of frothy bubbles and there was that wonderful powdery flower
smell. She must have heard me scuffle in and turned around.
"It's all ready for you, Honey." She looked down at my bunny feet. "Hop
in," she laughed.
I untied the bathrobe and slipped it off. I stopped, not sure whether to
take off my underwear or not. Mom must have realized why I was
hesitating and smiled at me.
"It's up to you, Jenny," she said. "I'm a nurse and I'm you're mother.
You won't embarrass me."
I took my bra and panties off and climbed into the tub. The water was
hot and the fragrance surrounded me as I slipped under the bubbles. Mom
brought over a huge sponge.
"This is a loofah. It is really good for you skin. Makes it nice a pink.
Do you want me to do your back?"
"Yes, please. I would like that, Mom."
I sat up and Mom dipped the loofah into the water and then began to rub
it over my back. It was delicious.
"Lift up your arm," she directed.
I picked up one arm and she ran the loofah over it, down one side and up
the other. Then she did my other arm. She stopped.
"Here," she said, handing me the loofah. "I think it would be best if
you did the rest of you."
She gave me a smile and walked out, closing the door behind her. I
continued scrubbing myself, until my skin was really soft and smooth.
Then I just lay back and enjoyed the hot, steamy bath. I felt so pretty
and feminine. I imagined getting ready for a big party, putting on a
gorgeous lacey pink dress with a full skirt and swishing petticoats,
like Cinderella going to the ball. The dress would show off my beautiful
bare shoulders, arms and back. My hair would be long and done up.
Everyone would stare at the beautiful girl as I gracefully walked down
the stairs in my high heels. My daydream was interrupted by Mom's voice.
"Jenny, it's been almost a half hour. You should get out before you
wrinkle up like a prune."
I looked down at my fingers and she was right. Too much of a good thing,
I guess. I stood up and stepped out onto the bath mat. I took a big
fluffy towel and began to blot myself dry.
"Honey, can I come in?" Mom called from the bedroom.
"Sure, Mom."
I wrapped the towel around me as the door opened.
"Now," she said, "before you dry off, you should put on baby oil. It
seals the moisture into your skin."
She went to the shelf and took down a bottle of baby oil. The towel was
around my waist and I was holding it.
"Here, Sweetie. Let me show you how girls wrap towels around them so
they stay on."
She twisted the ends around and then rolled the waist over. The towel
stayed on like a skirt. Then she picked up the baby oil again and began
to rub it on. She finished my upper body and handed the bottle to me.
"Here, you do your legs."
It was such a wonderful experience. Feeling soft and smelling pretty,
sharing beauty secrets with my mom. I couldn't imagine it being any
other way. I finished and then went back to my room to put on my panties
and a nightgown.
"Would you like some hot cocoa to finish off the evening?" Mom asked.
"Mmm, sure," I said dreamily.
"Your sisters should be home soon. How about if I get everything started
and we wait for them?"
"Good idea, Mom. We can have a little party and plan our day at the
salon with Mr. Kenneth."
"Oh, my, Jenny. I completely forgot about tomorrow. You're right."
"Do you want me to do your nails while we're waiting?" Mom asked. "After
all the birthday girl has to look good for her big day."
"Yes, please, Mom," I replied.
"Give me a minute to get the cocoa started, then I'll be up. Why don't
you see if Beth has a color you like and bring it into my room."
After my near disaster going to school with nail polish, I had been very
careful about not using it during the week. I looked longingly at Beth's
collection of colors each afternoon when I turned into Jenny, but I
learned my lesson. Someday, I thought. Someday, I will be the one who
sits on her bed with cotton between her toes polishing her toenails. I
knew exactly which color I wanted. It was a dark pink and she had
matching lipstick. I took the bottle and shook it as I walked to Mom's
room. I sat down on her bed and waited for her to come up.
"Okay, let's get started," Mom said as she sat on the bed next to me.
"Give me your hand."
I held my hand out and she took it in her left hand, holding it gently
while she smoothed and shaped the nails with an emery board. Then she
took a bottle and started to paint my thumbnail.
"Mom? What are you doing? I thought I was going to wear Beth's polish.
Why are you putting on clear?"
"Be patient, daughter!" Mom pretended to scold me. "If you put a coat of
clear on first, it makes it easier to get the color off later."
Mom finished one hand and stared on the other while I wiggled my fingers
in the air. Sometimes Beth had me hold the hair dryer on her nails to
make them dry faster, but we weren't in a hurry. I was surprised how
good a manicure Mom gave me, considering that being a nurse and not
going out much, she rarely wore nail polish herself. Mom had just
finished and was about to start on my toes when I heard the kitchen door
open. I guessed it was Beth, because Mrs. Johnson would have come to the
front door to drop of Susie. A short time later, I heard Beth calling.
"Mom, Jenny, Susie. Where is everybody?"
"Up here, Beth dear," Mom responded. "Susie's still at Mrs. Johnson's.
She took her and Kelly to a movie and out for dinner. It's just Jenny
and me. I'm doing her nails. We're in my room," she added. "C'mon up."
I heard Beth on the stairs and then walking down the hallway.
"Well, now!" she exclaimed, standing in the doorway with her hands on
her hips, pretending to be miffed. "I don't recall anyone inviting Beth
to the family beauty parlor." Then she came over and sat next to me.
"Watch it," I warned her playfully, "You'll smudge my polish." I held my
hands out to show her my nails.
"You better watch it, Sis, or you'll give yourself away," she replied.
"Beth, whatever are you talking about? How would showing you my nail
polish give me away?"
"Jenny, my dear sister, girls show their nails by holding their hands
out, palms down with their fingers spread. Like this," she demonstrated,
putting her hands out with a limp wrist and wiggling her fingers. "Boys
do this." She curled her fingers into a loose fist.
"Wow, Beth," thanks. "I never knew that. I'll try to be more careful."
"I don't know why that is," she added with a puzzled expression, looking
over at Mom. "Girls just don't make fists for some reason. If you ever
see a cat fight, we pull each other's hair, slap and scratch, but never
punch."
Just then the doorbell rang.
"It must be Mrs. Johnson bringing Susie home. Will you go down, since
you're dressed, Beth?"
"Of course, Mom."
She went downstairs and I heard the door open.
"Hi, Mrs. Johnson. Thanks for taking Susie."
"Oh, it was no prob..." Mrs. Johnson started to say, before Susie
interrupted her.
"Is Jenny here, Beth?" Susie asked excitedly. "Is she upstairs? Bye,
Mrs. Johnson, thanks," she called out as I heard her running up the
stairs.
"My goodness, Beth. Susie certainly is taken with Jenny. How is he," she
paused, "she," she corrected herself, "doing?"
"She," Beth emphasized, "is doing really great, Mrs. Johnson. Thank you
for asking. Goodnight and thanks again." The door closed.
"Jenny, where are you?" Susie called, as she reached the top of the
stairs.
"In Mom's room, Susie," I replied.
She burst through the door and jumped into my lap. Beth came in a minute
later.
"Well, girls. Are you ready for your big day?" Mom asked.
"Definitely, Mom," Beth said confidently. "I borrowed a bunch of hair
styling magazines from Cindy. We can go through them and find some
styles we like. Let's go ladies," she said as she herded us out the
door. We were all giggles as we headed off to fantasize about glamorous
hairdos.
TO BE CONTINUED
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