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Sister, Sister, Sister - Part 16
By Missy Crystal
On Thursday night, Mom reminded me that we were going to see Dr.
Goldfarb in the morning, as if I could have forgotten what was going to
be the worst day of my life.
'Yes, Mom,' I assured her, 'I remember.'
'What are you going to wear?' she asked.
I guessed what she really meant was whether I was going dressed as a
girl or a boy. I hadn't really thought about it. I might as well go as a
boy. Then again, I reasoned, Mom seemed optimistic that Dr. Goldfarb
would be able to change my mind. I doubted it, but maybe, just maybe,
somehow I was wrong. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way I could continue
to be Jenny. If there was any possibility, then shouldn't Dr. Goldfarb
see me as a girl? How would she take me seriously, if I showed up as a
boy? I couldn't make up my mind
'I don't know Mom, what do you think?' I asked her.
'It's up to you,' Mom replied, 'but you might want to think about
whether you're going to school after the appointment. We have to be at
the hospital at eight, which means we need to leave by six-thirty, to be
on the safe side, in case there's traffic. To be honest, honey, I was so
happy to get the appointment, knowing how busy doctors usually are, that
I completely forgot to ask about the details. I'm sure that the session
isn't more than an hour, so we should be home by about ten o'clock. I
can drop you off at school or you can come home and change or you can
take the day off, whichever you want.'
'Well, that settles it. I don't want to miss my classes when we're
reviewing, so staying home is not an option. Luckily, I have gym first
period on Friday and a study hall right after, so I can still make it to
my English class, if I don't stop at home to change. That means I go as
Johnny. Besides, if we have to be out of here by six thirty, it will
take him a lot less time to get ready than Jenny, ' I said, half
seriously.
Mom nodded and then added, 'Speaking of leaving early, Susie is going to
do a sleepover at Kelly's. That will help.'
That night I tossed and turned, waiting for the alarm clock to ring.
When it went off, I got up, dressed quickly, washed up and hurried down
to breakfast. Mom was already dressed and in the kitchen, having a cup
of coffee. She had put out a quick breakfast of cereal with a banana,
toast and juice. I tried to eat, but I was too nervous and left most of
it. Mom must have understood, because she didn't say anything as she
cleared the table.
The ride to the doctor's office was very quiet. Neither of us had
anything to say that would make a difference. Mom turned on the radio
and we listened to music. She picked a station which she knew I liked,
although it wasn't her favorite, I'm sure. There wasn't much traffic and
we pulled into the parking lot of the hospital with about forty-five
minutes to kill. Mom parked and we went in. The coffee shop was open and
Mom asked if I wanted anything. I shook my head. She went over to the
information desk and asked for directions. The woman pointed towards the
elevators at the other side of the lobby and made some hand motions to
show her which way to turn when we got off. I looked at the clock on the
lobby wall and it was seven thirty. Mom suggested that we go up. I
followed her over to the elevators. We got in and she pushed the button
for the fifth floor. The elevator stopped and when the doors opened a
nurse came in pushing a patient in a wheelchair. They got off on the
next floor. Finally, the fifth floor light came on and the doors opened.
We got off. Mom paused, then turned right, went to the end of the
corridor, turned left, through a set of doors down a corridor and
through another set of doors with a sign 'Department of Psychiatry and
Psychopharmacology.' I wasn't sure what the second word meant, but I
knew it had to do with drugs. Maybe this was not a such good idea after
all, I worried. Mom must have sensed my nervousness and took my hand.
'Mom,' I said fearfully, as we continued down the corridor 'Dr. Goldfarb
isn't going to do anything to me, is she? I mean, we're just going to
talk about my being a girl, right? She won't put me in the hospital or
make me take any medicine or anything, will she?'
Mom shook her head.
'Absolutely not. Don't worry, honey.' She turned to look at the sign.
'Oh, that. It's just the way they organize the hospital departments.
Don't forget,' she explained, 'psychiatry deals with many different
types of problems. Some people need medication to help them with anxiety
or depression. That's why they're usually together. Dr. Goldfarb
specializes in people like you, Jenny. That is not something which is
treated with drugs. Everything will be fine or I wouldn't have brought
you here.'
I was surprised that Mom used my girl's name, even though I was dressed
as a boy.
'Mom, do you think you should call me Jenny when I'm dressed like a boy?
What if someone hears you?'
'First of all, honey, nobody knows us here and, besides, there is nobody
around. Don't be such a worry wart.'
We stopped in front of a wood door with the name 'Freda Goldfarb, M.D.,
Ph.D.
'Impressive,' Mom commented. 'She is a doctor doctor,' she joked.'
Mom tried the handle, but the door was locked. We stood outside waiting.
'What time is it?' I asked.
'About a quarter to eight,' Mom said, looking at her watch.
About five minutes went by and I heard the sound of the doors opening.
Looking down the corridor, I could see a person, but I couldn't make out
whether it was a man or a woman. Whoever it was wasn't wearing white, so
I guessed it wasn't a doctor or nurse. As the person got closer, I could
see it was an older woman. She had dark hair mixed with grey, done up in
a bun and held in place with a clip. Her face was round and pleasant.
She wasn't wearing any makeup that I could see. There were small gold
stud earrings in her ears, but no other jewelry, not even a ring. She
was dressed in a navy blue straight skirt that came to below her knees,
a white blouse with a round collar, buttoned at the neck and a matching
navy blue jacket. Navy blue shoes with a low heel and a navy blue pocket
book with a shoulder strap completed her outfit. I guessed that it must
be the doctor's secretary coming to open the office.
When the woman reached us, she extended her hand and said, 'Hello, I'm
Freda Goldfarb. You must be Johnny and his mother. Please come in.'
She reached into her bag, took out a set of keys and opened the office
door. When she turned on the lights, I could see a secretary's desk and
file cabinets to the left and four chairs against the wall with a coffee
table in front of them to the right. Dr. Goldfarb went to the file
cabinet, opened the top drawer and took out a clipboard. She attached
some papers and handed them to my mother.
'You know the routine,' she said with a smile, handing Mom a pen. 'While
you're filling out the forms, I'll get ready.'
Dr. Goldfarb used her keys to open another door at the far side of the
reception area and went in. She closed the door behind her. Mom sat down
in one of the chairs and began writing. I sat next to her. I thought
maybe there would be a fashion magazine, but there were only news
magazines. I picked one up and flipped the pages, but didn't pay
attention. After a while, Dr. Goldfarb came out and asked Mom if she was
finished. Mom said yes and handed her the clipboard. Dr. Goldfarb looked
at it quickly, nodded and invited us into her office. I was expecting to
see a couch, like in the movies, but it looked just like a regular
office. There was a dark wood desk with a black leather chair behind it.
In front of the desk there were two wooden side chairs. Four upholstered
armchairs chairs were arranged around a round coffee table off to one
side. There was a bookcase filled to overflowing against the other wall.
Over the bookcase were lots of diplomas and on the wall behind the four
chairs was a large picture of a garden with flowers and a fountain.
Behind Dr. Goldfarb's desk was a big window with a nice city view
looking towards the river. Dr. Goldfarb motioned for us to be seated in
the upholstered chairs. She sat down in the one facing me, with mom to
her right and began to look over the forms.
Turning to Mom, Dr. Goldfarb asked her, 'How old was Johnny when your
husband left?'
'Six,' Mom replied.
Dr. Goldfarb made a note.
'Did he abuse you or the children?'
Mom hesitated.
Dr. Goldfarb waited for a minute and then said patiently, 'I understand
that this interview may be uncomfortable for you, especially in front of
Johnny, but, as a nurse, you know that a complete and accurate history
is necessary in order for me to make a diagnosis. When you deal with
injuries and diseases, it is what has happened to the patient
physically. When you deal with mental health, it is what has happened to
him psychologically. As to Johnny, you also know how important it is for
a patient to trust his doctor. That purpose is not served by excluding
him from our interview.'
That doctor had a very sincere manner and I could see Mom relax.
She shook her head and explained, 'No, Dr. Goldfarb. In a way, I wish he
was. I could have dealt with that. He was indifferent.'
Dr. Goldfarb made another note.
'Did he spend any time with Johnny?'
'No,' she told her. 'He didn't want the responsibility of a family and
finally he walked out on us. I filed for divorce and haven't seen him or
spoken to him since. Not a letter, a telephone call or a card on his
children's birthday. Nothing. He was supposed to pay child support,
which he did for a couple of years. Then that stopped," Mom said
angrily. "It's been a struggle, but we are fine on our own. We don't
need him or his money."
I was watching Dr. Goldfarb's face. If she thought anything of Mom's
emotional response, she didn't show it. She made some more notes on her
pad. When she finished writing she looked up at Mom.
'Thank, you,' she said sympathetically.
Dr. Goldfarb continued to interview Mom about our family. She asked
about her how my sisters got along with each other and how I got along
with them. Mom told her about the change in my behavior that had taken
place, after I began being a girl. She wanted to know about school. Mom
bragged that I was doing well, now that I had settled down. She gave
Beth credit for helping me. Finally, Dr. Goldfarb asked Mom how she felt
about me. Mom looked over at me, smiled, and said that she wanted
whatever was best for me and my being a girl seemed to make me happy or
she wouldn't have encouraged it. To my surprise, I saw Dr. Goldfarbs
raise an eyebrow.
'You encouraged your son's cross-dressing?' she challenged Mom?
Mom didn't hesitate.
'No, Dr. Goldfarb. I encouraged my son to be himself, whether it was as
a boy or a girl. He made the choice.'
'So, if he wanted to eat a gallon of chocolate ice cream, you would let
him make that choice too?'
'No,' Mom said defensively. 'I would not allow him to do something I
knew was not good for him.'
'How do you know being a girl is good for him?'
'I don't know if it is good for him or not,' Mom conceded. 'I do know
that he is happy.'
'Eating a gallon of chocolate ice cream would probably make him happy
too, but it would not be good for him. ' Dr. Goldfarb argued.
I could see that Mom was getting upset at the thought that she might
have been wrong. I had to speak up.
'No, Dr. Goldfarb,' I interrupted. 'I am old enough to know not to eat a
gallon of ice cream and I am old enough to make my own decision about
being a girl. Mom may have gone along with it, because she loves me, but
I am the one responsible.'
Dr. Goldfarb looked at her watch. "It's eight thirty. This is a good
time for me to talk to Johnny alone.' Dr. Goldfarb turned to Mom. 'My
secretary Brenda should be in by now. Would you go out and do the
insurance paperwork, please. It will only be about fifteen minutes. I
schedule one hour appointments, but I only have forty five minute
sessions, so that one patient leaves before the next arrives, to protect
their privacy.
Mom got up and started to the door. She stopped and turned.
'Thank you for seeing us,' she said to Dr. Goldfarb.
'You're quite welcome. I will see you in the reception area, when we're
done.'
Dr. Goldfarb waited until the door closed, then got up and moved to the
chair Mom had been sitting in, closer to me. We each turned slightly, so
that we were looking at each other.
'What is it that you would like me to do for you?' she asked.
'There's nothing you can do for me,' I answered honestly.
'If there's nothing I can do for you, then why are you here?'
'I'm not going to be Jenny anymore. That's the girl's name I use,' I
explained. 'Mom had already made the appointment and she wanted me to
meet with you before I stopped.'
'Your mother spoke with me on Monday morning, which means that whatever
it was that has changed your mind must have happened after that. Would
you like to tell me about it?'
I explained about going to the park as Jenny, running into my old gang,
thinking that they might have recognized me, being nervous and upset
when the principal called me to his office and nearly giving myself
away. Dr. Goldfarb added some notes to her pad. I told her how guilty I
felt, when I thought that I had gotten my family into trouble. I
couldn't live with myself, if that happened, I told her.
She looked at my sympathetically.
'Johnny, I can't tell you what to do. That's up to you, with the
guidance of your mother. I can give you some information that might help
you to make your decision. My patients fall into two groups. Those who
want to live as women and those who don't.'
She saw that I was puzzled.
'Those who do, work with me to prepare themselves for transitioning,
starting on hormones to create a more feminine appearance and eventually
having reconstructive surgery to give them female anatomy.'
Dr. Goldfarb saw the startled expression on my face.
'There's more to being transgendered than just your name and looking
pretty, Johnny. Of course, not everyone goes though the complete
process. Some stop with just hormones, some don't even go that far.
However, no responsible doctor will prescribe hormones and no
respectable surgeon will perform a sex change, until a psychiatrist has
certified that their patient is a proper candidate. That's why these men
are seeing me and it takes many years of counseling, before they are
ready. It's not a decision you have to think about for a very long
time,' she said reassuringly. The one's who don't,' Dr. Goldfarb
continued, 'can't, because of social or financial pressure. Family,
friends and employers, most of the world in fact, disapprove of being
transgendered. These men come to me to help them deal with the woman
inside them that they can't express. The point I am making, Johnny, is
that, if you are transgendered, then you can deny it, but you can't
change it. Do you understand?'
'I think so, Dr. Goldfarb.
'Fortunately, you weren't outed, that means being found out, but you
can't count on being lucky forever and you are right about the
consequences. It is very hard for an adult and, at your age, it would
have been even harder on you and those you love.'
Dr. Goldfarb looked at her watch.
'Time's up, I'm afraid.'
She looked at me.
'What name would you like me to call you?'
'Jenny, please.'
'Well, Jenny, I enjoyed meeting you. You are a remarkable young man and,
from what I have heard today, I do believe that with time and patience
you will become a remarkable young woman.
'Dr. Goldfarb got up. I got up. I couldn't help myself. I walked over,
put my arms around her and gave her a hug. To my surprise, she held me.
After a minute, we released each other. She walked to the door and
opened it. Mom got up when she saw me come out.
'We are running late," Dr. Goldfarb told her. You need to go along.
Please call Brenda next week and make another appointment for Jenny.'
I saw Mom grin when she heard Dr. Goldfarb call me Jenny and ask her to
schedule another appointment.
'Yes, Dr. Goldfarb, thank you so much.'
Dr. Goldfarb turned and went back into her office. We hurried out. There
was no conversation as we walked to the elevator and through the lobby
to the car. Mom found the ticket, paid the attendant and we drove out of
the parking lot.
'Well, don't keep me in suspense,' Mom said to me in the privacy of our
car.
'The problem wasn't with my being Jenny,' I explained, ' it was with my
not being prepared to deal with being found out. The solution is to wait
until I am ready. I don't' have to stop being a girl. From what Dr.
Goldfarb explained, I couldn't if I wanted to. I just have to stop going
out as one for now.'
'Well, I'll certainly enjoy having Jenny around the house,' Mom said
cheerfully, 'and so will your sisters.' She thought for a moment. 'And
maybe there is a way for you to enjoy going out.'
I shook my head.
'Been there, done that, too risky, no thank you.'
Mom laughed.
'How about,' Mom continued, 'if we went someplace where nobody knows us?
School will be out in a few weeks. We could take a trip, maybe visit
your Aunt Karen. Just a mother and her three beautiful daughters on
vacation. We've never gone away as a family before. It would be fun.'
'Mom, please don't take this personally, but are you nuts? I can see it
now. 'Hi Aunt Karen, hi Uncle Carl, hi Brian, hi Julie.' Maybe hold out
the hem of my dress and do a little curtsey. Of all the places to go
where I would be recognized, Aunt Karen's would be on the top of the
list.'
'She already knows, dear,' Mom said matter of factly.
'What! Mom, you couldn't, you didn't, how could you, why would you. Oh
my God, I can't believe that you told her. Mom, what were you thinking?
I'll never be able to see them now and they're the only relatives that
we have.'
'Calm down, honey. Do you have any secrets from your sisters?' Mom asked
me.
'No,' I answered.
'Well neither do I. Aunt Karen loves you and, if I support you, then so
does she.'
'What about Uncle Carl, Brian and Julie. Do they know?'
'No. It was between us and I am sure Karen wouldn't say anything to them
without asking me first.'
I let out a sigh of relief.
'Okay, I guess, but that still doesn't mean that the rest of her family
will accept me as Jenny when they find out.'
'There's more to the story. Family secrets get shared both ways,' Mom
said with a smile. 'Brian is gay. He came out about a year ago.'
'No way. Brian? Gay? Impossible. He played sports. He was like a man's
man.'
'Apparently so,' Mom joked.
We both laughed.
'When he graduated, he went to culinary school. He met Greg there and
they fell in love. They're living together in the city and trying to get
together enough money to open their own restaurant.'
'I can see Uncle Carl now. First Brian, now me. He will think our side
of the family is really demented.'
'Except that Brian is his son from his first marriage. He isn't related
to our side of the family. I would say you even things up,' Mom kidded
me.
'What about Cousin Julie? First her brother, now me. She doesn't have
any secrets, does she?'
'Not that I know of, but she's a sweetheart. She has accepted Brian and
Greg and I am sure she will accept you too. So, what do you say?'
'Sounds good, but I think I should run it by Dr. Goldfarb, when I see
her next time. She told me to be patient and I wouldn't want to do
anything that would make her think I didn't listen to her.'
'Agreed," said Mom.
We were silent for a few minutes, then I turned to Mom.
"You know, I'd really like to fill out my clothes a little better. When
we were at the mall, Beth dragged me into a lingerie shop and, before I
could get her out of there, a salesgirl come over and showed us some
teen bras that gave you a figure. I wonder," Mom, "do you think I could
get one?"
"Sure, honey," Mom said with a sniffle.
"Mom, what's wrong now?"
"Oh, it's just that buying her daughter her first bra is a special day
for a mother. It means her little girl is becoming a woman."
I shook my head. "Mom, even with a bra, it will be a long time before
Jenny is a woman."
EPILOG.
With the support of her family and Dr. Goldfarb's counseling, Jenny made
it though middle school and her first year of high school. Dr. Goldfarb
was impressed enough with Jenny's progress that she agreed to prescribe
a course of low dose estrogen to offset the effects of puberty. With
some pressure on school officials from a transgendered advocacy group,
she also got Jenny enrolled in the city's high school as a girl, with a
medical excuse from gym, of course. It meant that she and her family
would have to move to the city, but there was no hesitation. Jenny's Mom
no longer had to rush home and had used the free time to take a graduate
nursing course. With her degree and Dr. Goldfarb's recommendation, she
was able to get a nursing supervisor's position at the city hospital.
Jenny studied hard, was very popular, and graduated at the top of her
class. But "Jenny Girl" is another story. Oh, and Jenny's mother, she
remarried. Sometimes looks can be deceiving.
AUTHOR'S NOTE.
I had intended "Sister, Sister, Sister" to be much a shorter "caught
with consequences" type story, but was encouraged by positive reviews
from readers who enjoyed following Jenny's progress. I am sure that
there will be some disappointment by my 'few) devoted fans in not
knowing more about Jenny's future than what is in the epilog. This
seemed a logical place to stop. I have other stories I want to work on
and I know how frustrating it can be when new chapters take many months
to appear. To avoid that feeling, please understand that the sequel, if
I ever get around to writing it, is a very long ways off. Missy Crystal.
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