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Bobby's Rainy Day Adventure
Copyright 2006 by Heather Rose Brown
CHAPTER VII
The first thing I noticed was how warm and comfy I felt. It was a nice
change from leaning my head against a cold, hard window. I wondered who
had carried me in when I'd fallen asleep in the mini-van. Slowly, I
opened one eye and saw... my bedroom. It wasn't the room I'd just moved
into with all the half-opened boxes scattered across the floor; this
was my old bedroom.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sat up in bed and looked around.
Everything had been put back exactly where it belonged. It was almost
as if the move hadn't happened at all. Could the whole weekend moving,
the time I'd spent at school, going home with Cori, and Mom's accident
have been a dream? I looked down at the pink, frilly dress I was
wearing. If it had been a dream, then I hadn't woken up yet.
The dress felt a bit shorter; it barely reached halfway down my thighs.
I was almost certain it had gone to just above my knees before. The
waist was higher too, making me wonder if the dress had shrunk somehow.
That didn't make a lot of sense after I thought about it, since the
dress didn't feel any tighter. Maybe it had scrunched up on me while I
was sleeping?
Deciding it would be easier to adjust the dress while standing, I slid
off the bed. Taking a little bit longer than usual to reach the floor,
I had just enough time to remember my sprained ankle. Gritting my teeth
as I landed hard on both feet, I felt... nothing. I lifted my right
foot to see past my fluffy skirt. The bandage that had been wrapped
around my ankle was gone. I wiggled my foot a little; there was no pain
at all.
While I was trying to figure out how I had healed so quickly, my
bedroom door creaked open and someone I thought I'd never see again
stepped into the room. "Bobby, would you like some help putting on your
dress?"
I looked up... and up... and saw Aunt Marie. I could hardly believe it.
She looked exactly like I'd always remembered. "What are you doing
here?"
"I came upstairs to see if you needed any help." She knelt in front of
me, bringing with her the familiar perfume that had always reminded me
of freshly-baked gingerbread cookies. "Seems as if I got here just in
time."
"In time for what?"
"It looks like you were just about to go downstairs with your dress on
backwards."
"It's backwards?"
"Yup. See these buttons down your front?"
I looked down to where she was tapping my chest and saw a row of white,
heart-shaped buttons. It took a few seconds to figure out why they
looked crooked. "Oops, missed a button-hole."
"It's okay, honey." Aunt Marie quickly undid the buttons. "See, no harm
done. Okay now, arms up." I tried to complain when she started lifting
my skirt, but everything I said was muffled by layers of lace and
cotton as she pulled the dress over my head.
When I was finally able to speak again, the first words out of my mouth
were, "Aunt Joan...?"
Aunt Marie stopped untangling the dress and gave me a confused look.
"Aunt Who?"
I felt a little confused myself. I knew that name from somewhere, but I
couldn't remember how. "Errrm, I mean, Aunt Marie?"
She went back to turning the dress right side out. "Something wrong,
Bobby?"
"Well, yeah." I wrapped my arms around myself, wishing I could
disappear right then and there. "I'm naked."
"You're not naked; you've still got your panties on."
I looked down and saw a pair of pink panties with white lace around the
legs and a tiny white ribbon tied in a bow right below my belly button.
Something seemed to be wrong with them. Something, that is, beside them
being girls' underwear. "Weren't they a different color before?"
"You're thinking of the boy underpants you were wearing before, honey.
The panties you have on now were designed to match your dress."
As Aunt Marie pulled the dress back over my head and began doing the
buttons up the back, I started wondering what was going on. I knew my
underpants had been white, but hadn't I also been wearing white panties
with some sort of design on the waistband as well? Had that been part
of my dream? If it was, then why was I still wearing the same dress?
I took a closer look at the dress while my aunt tightened the sash
around my chest and began tying it into a bow behind my back. Somehow,
the dress had gotten frillier; and no matter how much I pulled at the
hem, it refused to stretch back to its original length.
"Does the dress fit okay, Bobby?"
"I dunno. I was kinda expecting it to be longer."
"Sorry, honey, that's as long as it gets. But don't worry about it
being short. That's what the rhumba panties are for. Now lets get your
socks and shoesies on."
"Shoesies?" The baby-talk annoyed me a bit. It had been a long time
since I'd seen Aunt Marie, but couldn't she tell I wasn't a little kid
any more?
"Yes, shoesies." Aunt Marie smiled as she slipped her hands under my
arms and lifted me up onto the bed. "Don't you remember? They were in
the little box that came with your dress." After searching around my
room, she picked up a small box from between a pair of the stuffed
animals lined up across the top of my dresser. "Here we go. Okay, lets
get them toesies covered up."
I frowned at the baby-talk, but she didn't seem to notice as she began
pulling a thin white sock over my now unsprained ankle. It was very
soft and silky and tickled as it slid over my heel. After adjusting the
cuffs of the socks so the pink lace was just above my ankles, Aunt
Marie strapped a pair of shiny black shoes with bright silver buckles
onto my feet.
"Bobby, you are just too CUTE for words." Aunt Marie picked me up and
began swinging me around the room.
There was a long screech of surprise, which I eventually realized, was
coming from me. I must have been pretty loud, because I soon heard feet
thumping up the stairs.
"Bobby? Marie? Is everything okay?" Mom rushed into the room, looking
frazzled.
By the time Aunt Marie stopped spinning me around, my screech had
turned into giggles. I was still catching my breath as she sat me on
her hip. "Honestly Irene, you're such a worrywart."
Mom frowned at my aunt, but it didn't last long and was soon replaced
by an odd grin. "You're right, I do worry a lot."
"You've got it, Sis; a party is the last place you want to bring down
with a bunch of worry."
"What party?" Even as I asked the question, I had a feeling I should
know the answer.
Mom took me from Aunt Marie, stood me on the ground in front of her,
and then crouched down until we were eye-to-eye. "You're such a teaser,
Bobby. After weeks of bugging your daddy and me, did you really forget
what today is?"
"Is something special happening today?"
"Ha, now I KNOW you're teasing me."
I fell into a giggling heap when Mom started tickling me and I was soon
rolling around and laughing. "Sto... stop. Please, s-stop."
Mom stopped tickling, but her hands rested on my ribs. "Have you
remembered what today is?"
I was still panting when I answered. "Is it... my first day back at
school?"
Aunt Marie, grinning from ear to ear, sat on the floor next to my mom.
"I think Bobby needs some more help remembering what today is. Do you
think it would work if we both helped?"
Mom returned the grin. "We can always try."
"Gahhhh!" I was rolling again, laughing even harder. "Stop. P-please,
I'm gonna pee myself."
Eventually they showed mercy and let me go. I lay between them, still
giggling and trying to catch my breath. Aunt Marie leaned over me,
holding a threatening hand just above my stomach and grinning
dangerously. "So, are you ready to tell us what today is, or do you
need some more help?"
"No no no... no more help." While part of me knew what today was
supposed to be, another growing part of me was realizing what today
was. "Is it... my birthday?"
"Ding ding ding!" Aunt Marie picked me up and swung me around the room.
"Good girl. I knew you'd get it if you tried."
"Marie..." Even while swinging around, I could hear the concern in my
mom's voice.
Aunt Marie stopped spinning and sat me on her hip again. "I'm sorry,
Sis. Did we knock something over?"
"No, but you did call Bobby a girl."
"Oh, sorry about that. He looks so much like Cassie, especially in that
dress, I kinda slipped."
"It's okay, Marie. With them so close in age and size, it's an easy
mistake. Even when they weren't dressed alike, I've mistaken one for
the other. Some days I wonder what I'd do if Cassie's hair wasn't
longer."
"Speaking of Cassie, she's been waiting very patiently downstairs to
see Bobby in his new dress. I imagine the rest of his guests are
looking forward to seeing him too."
"Are you sure it'll be okay?"
"Irene, we've already talked to all the kids and their parents.
Everyone who's here is totally okay with this. So will you stop fussing
and just have fun for once in your life?"
Mom pulled us both into a huge hug. "You're right again, Marie. I've
done enough worrying. Let's get this party started!"
The hug seemed to take forever, especially since I realized my long-
lost cousin was waiting for me. When I finally managed to wriggle my
way to the ground, I ran to the staircase and found Cassie, waving and
hopping on the bottom step. "Bobby, You look tho pretty!"
Something seemed strange about the way she was talking, but I didn't
really care. I ran down the steps and hugged my cousin tight. "Cassie,
I can't believe you're really here. I thought I'd never see you again."
"I wath wonderin' if I'd thee you too, Bobby. You wath up there
foreeeever."
Mom had reached the bottom the steps just then, closely followed by
Aunt Marie. "Beep beep." Mom pretended to honk a car horn. "No blocking
traffic on the stairs. This is a major thoroughfare here." She then
picked me up, sat me on her shoulders and started making engine
rumbling noises. Aunt Marie did the same with Cassie, and soon we were
zooming and vrooming through the living room.
There was a noisy cheer from a large crowd of kids when we entered the
dining room. Some of the parents who weren't busy doing last minute
setting up cheered as well. After taking a couple of laps around the
room, which brought more cheers and laughter, Mom announced the car had
run out of gas and sat me down at the head of the table.
As Mom helped me adjust my skirt, one of the boys near me sniggered.
Cassie, who had just been seated next to him, punched the boy in the
arm.
Aunt Marie yanked her daughter into a standing position on the chair
and turned her around until they were facing each other. "Cassandra
Louise Wilton, what did I tell you about hitting people?"
"But he wath laughin' at Bobby."
The boy frowned and rubbed his arm. "Was not."
Cassie glared down at him. "Wath too."
"Was not, even if he do look funny."
"You take that back."
Fortunately for the boy, Aunt Marie was holding Cassie's arms just
then. "I want both of you to listen to me carefully. Laughing at people
is not nice, but neither is hitting people. Now are you two going to be
able to behave, or will you need some time alone in another room to
think about it?"
"Yeth, Mommy."
"Yes, Missus Wilton."
"'Yes' what?"
Both Cassie and the boy answered at almost the same time. "I'll
behave."
Aunt Marie ruffled the boy's hair, then turned her daughter around, sat
her back down and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. "You both
made a very good choice, since you would have missed out on the main
event. Could someone hit the lights?" The darkness was filled with the
sounds of kids fidgeting, stifled giggles, and soft whispers. I almost
jumped out of my chair when everyone began singing "Happy Birthday".
As the song neared its end, I noticed the scent of burning wax a moment
before the cake was brought around my head and set on the table in
front of me. By the light of the flickering candles, I could just make
out the words, "Happy Birthday Bobbi!"
When the singing died, Mom bent down next to me. "You ready to make a
wish and blow out the candles, Pumpkin?"
"Could I ask a question first?"
"Of course. What is it?"
"Ain't my name spelled different?"
Mom gave the cake a quick glance. "Oops, sorry about that. Mommy was
rushing and got a little sloppy at the end." She took a plastic fork
and carefully rolled what had looked like an exclamation mark closer to
what I had thought was a crooked "i" until together they looked more
like a "y".
I felt a bit embarrassed putting my mom through all the trouble of
fixing the letters. Hoping to make her laugh, I said, "Maybe it'd be
easier if I spelled my name with an 'i'?"
Instead of laughing, Mom just smiled. "Maybe, but we can talk about
that later. Right now you have a wish to make and candles to blow out
before they melt all over the cake."
I turned back to the cake and was surprised by how short the candles
had gotten. There also seemed to be less candles than there should be,
but it didn't feel right to complain about something else. So I closed
my eyes, reached deep down inside for my one true wish, then blew with
all my might. I opened my eyes as everyone started clapping and saw all
five candles were out.
"Tho whatcha weth for, Bobby?" Cassie was kneeling on her chair and
leaning across the table towards me, shouting to be heard over the
growing chatter.
Before I could answer, an older girl on the opposite side of the table
interrupted. "You can't ask her that, or it won't come true."
The boy Cassie had punched joined the conversation. "You mean you can't
ask him."
"No." The older girl pointed at me. "I meant her."
"I ain't stupid. I know who you was talkin' about. But Bobby can't be a
her 'cause he's a boy."
I was feeling pretty annoyed at being talked about as if I weren't even
there. "Maybe I really am a girl."
The boy started giggling. "Nuh uh. I know you're a boy."
"It's my birthday. I can be a girl if I wanna." I nudged my mom's
elbow. "Can't I?"
"Careful, Bobby. You nearly made me drop this slice of cake." Mom
adjusted the cake on the paper plate so it was a bit less lopsided
before passing it down the table. "Now what did you want?"
"Can't I be a girl for my birthday if I wanna?"
Mom's mouth fell open and the cake-knife nearly slipped from her hand.
"I... I don't know, Bobby. It's really not that easy to..."
Aunt Marie took the knife from my mom's loose grip. "Irene, it really
doesn't have to be all that complicated. Children around Bobby's age
try out different roles all the time."
"But what if Robert..."
"If he can't grant his only child a simple birthday wish, then he's not
half the man you married."
Mom was nibbling her lower lip when she turned to me. "Bobby, is that
what you wished for... to be a girl?"
"Well, no." I twisted my fingers in my lap, wondering if it counted as
telling if you said what you didn't wish for. "But can't I be a girl
anyways?"
It had gotten pretty quiet, and nearly everyone was looking in my mom's
direction. "Well, okay, but only for your birthday." This was followed
by clapping and cheers from everyone, even the parents who had been
helping set things up.
The rest of my birthday was amazing. I wasn't sure if it was the way I
was dressed or being officially declared a girl for my birthday, but
everyone seemed be treating me a bit different. The boys didn't play as
roughly with me, the girls were more friendly towards me, and the
parents seemed to smile more at me.
By the end of the afternoon, all the parents and most of the kids were
gone. Mom and Aunt Marie had started a game of "Musical Chairs" to pass
the time while we waited for the rest of the kids to be picked up. It
had gotten down to just Cassie and I nervously circling the last chair,
when the front door swung open. "Hey there, party people." The keys in
my father's hand jingled as he waved. "Hope I didn't miss too much. Is
there any cake left?"
The music had stopped and Cassie jumped into the chair. I didn't care;
my wish had come true. "Daddy, you're here!"
I ran up to my father and hugged him around the waist. "I thought you
wasn't gonna make it for my party. I'm so glad you're here, Daddy.
Didja bring my present? Is it out in the car?"
My father chuckled as he pulled me away. "Hold on there, sweetie. I
think you've got me mixed up with another daddy, and I'm afraid I only
brought a present for Bobby."
I looked up at my father, feeling rejected and confused. "But... I'm
Bobby."
"No..." He tried another half-hearted chuckle, which quickly died.
"Bobby, is that really you?"
I nodded and smiled, hoping I'd get my present now that he recognized
me.
"What are you doing in that dress?"
I twirled around, enjoying the way the skirt lifted as I spun. "Ain't
it pretty, Daddy?"
My father stopped me spinning by grabbing my shoulders. He looked down
at me with an odd mix of disgust and fear in his expression. "For
crissakes, you want people thinking you're a little freak? Take that
goddam thing off right now."
"But Daddy, it's my birthday present."
"Who the hell would give you something like that?"
I heard Aunt Marie's voice directly above and behind me. "It was all my
idea, Robert."
My father glared over my head. "I should have guessed. Well, this is
the last time you'll ever poke your nose into my family's business." I
backed into Aunt Marie's legs when his glare came back down to me.
"What are you waiting for? Get that thing off now."
As frightened as I felt, I also didn't want to be seen naked in front
of everyone at the party. "But Daddy..."
I felt a sharp sting across my left cheek. My father stared at his
hand, looking almost as surprised as I felt. As he lowered his hand and
looked at me, the shocked look hardened into something scarier than I'd
ever seen on his face. "Don't you ever back-talk to me again. Now do
what you're told and take that thing off -- now."
"Robert!" Moms voice was close behind me. "What do you think you're
doing?"
My father's voice turned into a growl when he glanced up at my mom.
"What I should have done a long time ago." His voice grew deeper and
seemed to vibrate right through me when he looked back down. "Are you
still defying me?"
A salty tear cooled my burning cheek. "B-but..."
My father raised his hand again. "What'd I just say about back-talk?"
I tried to answer, but nothing would come out. As I stood there,
wishing my knees would stop shaking, I felt something warm trickling
down my thigh.
Mom grabbed his arm. "Have you lost your mind?"
My father twisted his arm from her grip and ignored her question.
"Goddammit, am I gonna have to take it off for you?" Without waiting
for me to answer, he slid his fingers into my collar and began pulling.
I tried begging him to stop, but the collar was pressed tight against
my throat; all I could do was cough and gag.
"Let go; you're gonna kill him!" Aunt Marie had grabbed me around the
waist and tried to pull me away, which only made things worse.
Just as I was starting to see bright spots floating in front of my
eyes, I heard something tear and I gasped for breath. "Daddy, please
stop. You're tearing my dress."
"Shut up. This is for your own good." Behind the anger, there almost
seemed to be sadness in his voice.
By the time my sight cleared, I could see Mom had both arms around my
fathers neck and was trying to pull him away from me. This probably
would have worked better if she were either taller or heavier. Instead,
it just seemed to make him angrier.
Before Aunt Marie could pull me out of his reach, my father grabbed my
arm and yanked at my collar again. There was another tearing sound and
one side of the dress now hung off my shoulder. My whole body was
starting to feel numb, but a far off part of me noticed a dull ache in
the bare shoulder. "Daddy, you're hurting me." There were more tearing
sounds. Choking on my own tears, I screamed at my father. "Daddy,
stop!" I tried shoving him away from me, but there was not strength
left in my free arm. "Stop it! STOOOOP!"
My scream was still ringing in my ears when my eyes slid open. I was
someplace dark and unfamiliar. My throat burned and my forehead felt
cool and damp. I jump and screeched when something touched my shoulder.
"Shhhhh. It's okay, Bobby."
I tilted my head towards the sound of the voice. By the warm light
coming through an open door, I could just make out the familiar face.
"Aunt Joan?"
"Yes, sweetheart. It's Aunt Joan."
"Where am I?"
"You're in Cori's room."
"I am? How'd I get up here?"
"You were fast asleep when we got home, sweetie. You didn't wake up
once when I carried you up here and put you in your jammies."
My stomach tightened when I thought of her changing me. But when I
looked up at Aunt Joan's gentle smile, the tightness faded. I felt safe
and protected. I knew nobody would try tearing my clothes off; nobody
was going to hurt me.
Aunt Joan brushed some stray hairs from my cheek. "What are you
thinking about, Bobby?"
"My nightmare." It had been a long time since I'd last dreamed about my
fifth birthday party.
"Would you like to talk about it?"
My face became wet with tears as I nodded. Aunt Joan sat on the bed
beside me and pulled me into her arms. All the fear, pain and anger
poured out of me as she held me close and rocked me. "It's okay,
sweetie. Let it all out. Aunt Joan is here for you."
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