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Sister, Sister, Sister - Part 12
By Missy Crystal
When Susie and I got home, Mom was in the kitchen putting away groceries.
"Hi girls," she greeted us. "I stopped at the market on the way home."
Putting down a box of cereal, she turned to us. "Beth is going to get a
burger and see a movie with her friends. That sounds like fun. We're all
dressed up and we have a free night. Would you like to do that too? I
think there's a new Disney movie out."
A Disney movie wouldn't have been my first choice, but I knew Susie would
like it and, besides, anything I could do to spend time as Jenny,
especially going out as Jenny, was fine with me.
"Sounds great," I answered.
"Yes, me too," Susie quickly agreed.
"Good," Mom told us. "Let me finish putting away the groceries and then
I'll check the paper for the time. We can stop to eat on the way."
"C'mon, Jenny. Let's play for a bit," Susie said.
"No, Sis, we need to help Mom. Chores, first then play."
Was that me, the boy who never did anything around the house, saying that?
Wow. Jenny certainly was a good influence on me. No, that wasn't it. Mrs.
Johnson had said I wasn't two different people and she was right. I
couldn't be an influence on myself. I must have known what I should do,
but just ignored it. I was better able to be me as a girl. No, that wasn't
right either. I'm still the same me. I guess I just learned more about
myself.
"Earth to Jenny," Mom called. "I appreciate your offer to help, but if you
want to get done, then you have to get started," she chided me.
"Sorry, Mom. I was thinking about something. "Susie, if you put away the
milk and stuff that needs to go in the refrigerator," I suggested, "I'll
hand Mom the stuff to put in the cabinets. We should be done in no time.
Okay?"
"Sure, Jenny," Susie agreed as she began to take things out of the grocery
bags.
"Mrs. Johnson said you stayed with Susie and Kelly while she went out,"
Mom said, taking a can of soup from me and placing it on the shelf. "How
was it?"
"Fine. Susie and Kelly are great kids." I turned to look at Susie and
smiled. She smiled back at me. "I wish I had discovered how much fun it
was to play with girl's before," I said wistfully.
"Better late then never," Mom comforted me, putting down a box of raisins
and holding out her arms. We hugged gently for a few seconds.
"Okay," Susie interrupted. "I'm done. Can we play now?"
"Go ahead, Jenny. I can finish up," Mom said. "We have plenty of time."
Susie headed upstairs. I followed after her. We went into her room. There
was a toy box next to her bed. She opened it and began taking out her
Barbies. I thought back to how all this got started, me being a girl,
because Susie didn't want to play Barbies with a boy. Mom was right.
Better late than never. I tuned my attention to the game. Susie decided
that Barbie and her best friend Stacy were going to go to a dance and
needed to get dressed up.
Except for one of Beth's dresses, everything I had worn up to now was
casual, so picking out Barbie's formal wardrobe was educational, as well
as fun. Susie decided on a silky red strapless gown with a long full
skirt. I wondered if I would ever be able to wear something like that,
without having anything on top to hold it up. Of course, Barbie needed
fancy sparkly pantyhose and gold high heeled shoes to finish off the
outfit. Susie fussed with the doll's hair, until she was satisfied with
the look, then she handed her to me while she Stacy dressed.
Since Barbie was going to be the queen of the dance, Stacy couldn't look
as good as her. Apparently, even little girls understood the importance of
being better dressed than the competition. At least that wasn't something
I would have to worry about, I thought to myself. Stacy ended up in a
straight black knee length dress with a white band around the top and thin
black straps. It was cut low in back. White pantyhose and black high heels
completed her outfit. Susie had a good sense of fashion. I complimented
her on how pretty Barbie and Stacy looked. She nodded her acceptance.
Once everything was ready, Susie turned on the radio and Barbie and Stacy
moved to the music. The fact that there weren't any boys attending the
dance didn't make any difference. We continued to play until Mom called. I
helped Susie put the Barbies away, then we checked ourselves in the
mirror, made a few adjustments to our hair, I put on some lipstick and we
headed downstairs.
Mom was waiting in the kitchen. We started out the door. She stopped.
"Jenny, where's you pocket book?"
I went back and picked it up from the kitchen table where I had put it
down to help Mom with the groceries. We went out to the car and I opened
the back door. Susie scooted in. I started to close the door.
"Sit with me, Jenny. Please," she asked.
"Go ahead," Mom told me. "I don't mind being the chauffeur."
I slid in next to Susie. By now I was very comfortable managing my skirt.
We buckled up and Mom headed out of the driveway. It took about fifteen
minutes to get to the restaurant. Mom parked the car and we went in. It
was Saturday night, so it was crowded and we had to wait for a table. Mom
looked at her watch. We sat on the bench in the waiting area. I crossed my
legs, adjusted my skirt and put my pocket book in my lap with my hands on
it.
I glanced around. There were a number of other families waiting for
tables. They were involved with their own conversations and nobody was
paying any attention to me. After a while, Susie came over and wanted to
sit in my lap. She was really too big for that, but how could I refuse,
even if it would draw some attention to us. I looked at Mom. She smiled
and nodded. I moved my pocket book and Susie slid on. I put my arms around
her waist and she leaned back against me. I glanced around again. An older
woman with gray hair sitting across from us smiled at the display of
sisterly affection as my eyes caught hers. After a few more minutes, the
hostess called our name. Susie hopped off and took my hand as we walked up
to be seated.
The waitress handed Mom and me a menu. She gave Susie a placemat with a
kid's menu on it. We came here a lot and Susie always got the junior
burger basket. It came with fries and a soda. Mom ordered her favorite, a
Cobb salad and iced tea. I couldn't decide. We had cake and ice cream
sundaes earlier, so I wasn't too hungry. I asked the waitress if it would
be okay if I ordered a kid's burger basket too.
"Sure sweetie," she said with a smile. "Us girls gotta watch our
figures." She laughed and headed off to another table.
Mom looked over at me and winked. I winked back. A few minutes later the
waitress came back with our drinks, which we sipped while waiting for our
meals. Fifteen minutes went by and Mom looked at her watch again. Five
minutes later, the food arrived. By then, I had finished my soda and the
waitress brought me a refill. We ate quickly, Mom paid and we headed out
to the car. The theater was only five minutes away and we made it with
about ten minutes to spare.
Mom bought the tickets while I waited with Susie in the lobby. She came
back and we headed in. The movie had been out for a while, so it wasn't
crowded. Mom found three seats and just as we were about to sit down, I
turned to her.
"I have a problem," I whispered.
Mom looked at me. "What's the matter, honey?"
"I guess I shouldn't have had two glasses of soda. I have to go to the
bathroom," I said with embarrassment.
"Oh," Mom said. "I should have thought of that. We all should have stopped
in the ladies' room. There's still time."
I put my hand on Mom's arm.
"Are you sure it's okay for me to use the ladies room?"
"Well, you'd make quite a commotion in the men's room, I'm sure. I suppose
I could get you a cup, like we do in the hospital," she said jokingly.
"Seriously, I don't have a lot of experience with the men's room, just the
little they show in movies sometimes, but from what I know the ladies'
room is different. It's much more social. We go together to fix our hair,
freshen up our makeup and talk girl talk. If we do need to go to the
bathroom, we have to get undressed and, well, sometimes we have to do, you
know, other personal things, so we respect each other's privacy when we're
using the toilets. Really, Jenny, you won't see anything embarrassing and
nobody is going to embarrass you. Susie, Jenny and I are going to make a
quick stop in the ladies' room. You come too."
Mom was in the end seat, so she got out and we followed her. We went out
of the theater, down the corridor and past the familiar sign with a man to
the one with a woman. Mom pushed the door open and we went in. She was
right. There was nothing to be concerned about. A few women were standing
in front of the mirrors above the sinks, combing and brushing their hair,
putting on makeup and checking their appearance. There was a pleasant
scent of perfume. Mom went over to the stalls and found an open one.
"Susie, you go first," she directed. "Jenny, you'll have to wait a minute,
honey."
Susie went in and closed the door. A minute later the door on the stall
next to hers opened and a teenage girl came out. I started to go in. Mom
came over and whispered in my ear.
"Make sure you put the seat down when you're finished," she pretended to
warn me.
I shook my head and gave her a silly look. She laughed.
I went in and closed the door. I had been sitting down to go since I
started wearing girl's clothes, so I was used to pulling down my tights
and panties and holding up my skirt. I peed and used some toilet paper to
dry myself off, to keep my panties clean. When I came out, Susie was
waiting. I guessed Mom had gone in after Susie.
"Let's wash up," I said to her, going over to the sink.
"I already did. Really, Jenny, I'm not a baby you know."
"I'm sorry Sis," I apologized. "I know. It's just that all this is new to
me. Please be patient. Okay?"
"Okay," she agreed.
By the time I finished washing and drying my hands, Mom came out. She used
the sink, checked herself out in the mirror, put on lipstick and headed
out. We followed her back to the theater. Our seats were still empty and
the previews had started. We sat down and waited for the show. Mom reached
over and took my hand. I reached over and took Susie's hand. After a
while, the main attraction started. To my surprise, it was really
entertaining.
When the show was over, we went back to the car and drove home. It had
been a long day and, with all of the excitement, Susie was beginning to
get sleepy. When we got in the house, Mom took her up to get ready for
bed. I went to my room to change into my nightgown. I found the bobby pins
that held the wig to my own hair and took them out. Then I slipped my
fingers under the front of the headband and eased the wig off of my head.
Holding the wig gently, I opened the box with the wig stand, placed the
wig on it and put the cover back on. I used my brush and comb to fluff up
my hair and style it as feminine as possible. When I was satisfied with
the look, I stripped down to my panties and cammie, leaving the sweater
and skirt on the bed to hang up in Beth's closet later. I picked up my
tights and headed for the bathroom. Susie was just leaving. She smiled at
me and I smiled back. I washed up first, brushed my teeth and then ran
some warm water in the sink to rinse out the tights. When they were done,
I hung them on the towel bar in the bathtub to dry.
Back in my room, I took out my nightgown. I held the smooth, silky fabric
in my hand and started to slip it over my head. I decided to try an
experiment. I put the nightgown on my bed and went over to my bureau. I
opened the bottom drawer and took out a pair of my pajamas. They were dark
blue cotton. The pants had an elastic waist with a fly and the pullover
top had a v-neck and long sleeves. There was light blue piping around the
neck opening and cuffs. I put them on. I didn't have a full length mirror
in my room, so I stood on the bed to see myself on the small mirror over
the bureau. I had to scrunch down to see the top half of me, which looked
girlish with my hair and my cammie peeking out from the neck opening. When
I stood up, it could be anybody in pants. I ran my hand over the material.
Mrs. Johnson was right. What I wore didn't change how I felt about myself.
I was a girl in boy's pajamas. I smiled at my face in the mirror and Jenny
smiled back.
I picked up the skirt and sweater and headed for Beth's room. I thought
that Susie would be asleep, but she sat up when I walked into the room."
"Jenny?" she asked.
I went over to her.
"Yes Susie, go to sleep."
She looked at my pajamas.
"Aren't you Johnny when you're dressed like a boy?"
"Not when I'm at home. I had a long talk with Kelly's Mom while you two
were playing and she helped me to understand that Jenny is who I am, no
matter what I wear. I put on my boy's pajamas just to see if I felt
different, but I don't. I'll always be Jenny. It's just that sometimes I
have to pretend not to be. So, when I'm outside and dressed like a boy,
I'm Johnny. Got it?"
"Uh, huh," Susie said sleepily. "Jenny inside, Johnny outside. Read me a
story, please, Jenny."
"It's too late, Susie, but I'll stay here with you, until you fall asleep.
Okay?"
"'Kay. Night Jenny."
It only took a few minutes before Susie was back in dreamland. I got up,
went to the closet, hung up the skirt and sweater and left quietly. I saw
that Mom's light was on. It was past ten o'clock and Beth's curfew was
11:00, so I guessed Mom was waiting up for her. I walked down the hall and
I went in.
Mom was reading. She looked up from her book when I came in.
"Hi, Jenny." She gave me curious look. "Nice pajamas. I think Johnny has
a pair just like them," she kidded me.
"He still does, Mom. Mrs. Johnson and I had a nice talk. Johnny and Jenny
are the same person. It's not what I wear, it's how I feel about myself. I
wanted to see if that was true, if I would still be a girl when I'm
dressed like a boy."
"And are you?" Mom asked.
"Yes," I said with relief. "I don't feel any different about myself in
boy's pajamas, although, to tell you the truth, I like my nightgown
better."
"You know, Mrs. Johnson called right after the first time you told her
about Jenny."
"No, Mom, she never mentioned it. What did she say?"
"She wanted to know how I felt about you being a girl."
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her that it was you decision, that you seemed to be dealing with
it, that your sisters and I loved you and that we would support you, if
that was what you wanted."
"Wow. What did Mrs. Johnson say?"
"She wondered if you were serious. She said that as the only boy in the
family, it wouldn't surprise her if you felt left out and were just
looking for attention. If that was the case, she believed that encouraging
you could do much more harm than good."
"Oh. Is that what you think too, Mom?" I asked with concern.
To my relief, Mom shook her head.
"No, not now" she reassured me, "but I did when I first saw you in Beth's
party dress. That was why I took you to the mall as Jenny, got your ears
pierced and had your hair done. I thought that having you believe I was
going to turn you into a girl would have the opposite effect. The holes
in your ears would close up, if you didn't keep the studs in, and your
haircut was just a trim, so you could go back to being a boy. To my
surprise, you didn't change your mind. You were happier, better behaved
and your willingness to be a boy part of the time, so that you could be a
girl the rest of the time, convinced me that you were sincere. I told that
to Mrs. Johnson."
"What did she say to that?"
"She was very sympathetic. She said that, as your mother, I was in a
better position than she was to know what was best for you, but you had
made a very difficult choice and would need counseling, if you wanted to
go through with it. I asked her if she would help. She said that she
wasn't comfortable working with you professionally, because this wasn't
her area of practice and also her relationship with our family would make
it difficult for her to be objective, but she would do what she could as a
friend."
Mom got out of bed and walked over to her bureau.
"Come here, sweetie. I want to show you something."
I went over to her. She opened the top drawer. I could see that it had
bras and panties, just like Beth's top drawer.
"I like being feminine. See here." She held up a lacey white bra. "And
these." She put down the bra and picked up a pair of white nylon panties
with matching lace. "I wear a plain white nurse's uniform when I work. So
do all the other nurses. We look pretty much the same, but underneath we
all, well, most of us, I suppose there must be a few who don't, wear
pretty lingerie. What I'm trying to say, Jenny, is that dressing like a
girl doesn't make you one, but it makes you feel good about being one. I'm
not a psychologist, but I do know you don't have to prove anything to
yourself or anyone else about who you are. Now, go take those pajamas off
and put on your nightgown, young lady. Scoot!"
Mom's encouragement was all I need. I scooted. Back in my room, I took off
my pajamas, folded them and put them away, then slipped on my nightgown.
It was much nicer being feminine.
I went back to Mom's room. She had turned on the television.
"Beth should be home soon. Do you want to watch TV with me?
I nodded and climbed up on the bed. Mom moved over to make room for me. I
wasn't really interested in the news program she was watching, but it was
a nice mother-daughter moment to share. It was so comfortable that I must
have dozed off, because all of a sudden I heard Beth's voice. I opened my
eyes and she was standing in the doorway.
"Hi, Mom. Hi, Jenny. Did you have a nice night? What did you do?"
"The same as you," Mom told her. "We went out to a restaurant and saw a
movie."
"Cool." Changing the subject, Beth asked Mom, "Are you ready for your big
date?"
"Beth," Mom protested, "I am not going on a date. Kenneth is taking me
shopping to buy some new clothes. He probably feels sorry for you girls to
be seen in public with me."
"Well, let me see. I believe he said 'movie star,' 'swan' and something
about a couple of people I didn't get, but it sounded romantic. You said
something about making his heart smile." Beth raised her eyebrows. "Not
that I'm an authority, but it sounds like a date to me."
Mom shook her head. "You've been reading too many teen magazines. Okay, so
I flirted with him a little. He did something very nice for our family and
I was being appreciative. What he said, that's just his way of talking. He
doesn't mean anything by it. Besides," Mom said softly, "I doubt he's
interested in women."
Beth shrugged. "Maybe, but appearances can be deceiving." She looked over
to me.
Mom followed her gaze and cracked up.
"Anyway," Beth continued, "it can't do any harm for you to look good when
you go out with him. Have you thought about what you're going to wear?"
"No, not really," Mom replied. "I guess what I had on today, my black
pants and a top, maybe a blouse, because he didn't like my sweater."
Beth rolled her eyes. "Really, Mother, you can't wear the same outfit.
Don't you have a cute skirt and a sexy top?"
"No and no. If I did, then I wouldn't need to go shopping in the first
place. I'm sure Kenneth will get over his disappointment."
"Jenny, come with me," Beth directed. "We need to survey Mom's closet.
Where's that stupid fairy godmother with the magic wand when you need her.
I mean, Cinderella is going to the ball in her old clothes," Beth joked.
"How about if I scare up some mice? They did a good job of putting
together a dress for Cinderella in the movie," I continued.
Not to be outdone, Beth went on, "Yes, my dear sister. Having once been a
boy, you can be in charge of rodent collection."
Mom was laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes.
Beth opened Mom's closet and began to do an inventory. When she finished,
she turned to Mom and asked if she had bought anything new in the last
five years.
Mom gave Beth a stern look.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm afraid that being a single mother
and providing for my family has seriously interfered with my wardrobe."
Beth knew she had gone too far.
"I'm sorry, Mom," she quickly apologized. "I just wanted you to look nice.
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
Mom smiled.
"I know you meant well, honey. When I was your age, clothes were important
to me too." She shrugged. "Unfortunately, when you get older, you realize
that there are more important things than being fashionable." Mom's face
brightened. "But perhaps Kenneth can fix that."
Beth's smile returned.
"If anybody can, he can," she said confidently. "You know, you're right
about wearing the pants. They'll do fine. Do you have a neutral blouse,
something a little dressy?"
Mom went through her closet and found an ivory colored silk blouse with a
pointed collar and long sleeves.
"How about this?"
Beth and I both nodded our approval.
"Well, then it's settled. I assume you will trust me to pick out my own
underwear," Mom kidded us. "I don't believe Kenneth will accompany me into
the dressing room." She paused and stared at Beth. "At least not on our
first date."
It was Beth's turn to crack up.
When she finally got control of herself, we each gave Mom a hug and said
goodnight. Beth went back to her room to get ready for bed. I got into my
bed and snuggled down, feeling the smooth nylon nightgown slid against the
sheets. It was good to be me.
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