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Suddenly a Girl (part 5)
(Robbi adventures as a 15 year old continues...)
As Deb pulled up in the driveway at the house after the visit the
psychiatrist, she remembered that the pool party was starting.
"Mrs. Portner said you guys should come over by noon," she said to Rob.
"Jen and Josh are probably already there, so you should hurry to catch up
to them."
"I am not going," Rob said. He realized he sounded a little pouty, but he
had to put his foot down. Besides he was a little ticked off that Deb had
referred to his neighbor as "Mrs. Portner". She had been Susan to him for
years, so why so formal now?
"Aww, sweetie, it'll be fun, and Jen was really looking forward to
showing you off..."
Rob just stared. He started to say something, but didn't. He simply got
out of the car and walked inside.
Deb was confused, and followed Rob back into the house. "Young lady!" she
said.
"I am NOT a young lady!" Rob screamed back.
"Well, you are acting like one right now. You really are acting like Jen
at her worst, I swear. Now what in the world caused that fit of yours?"
"Did it ever occur to you that I do not want to be 'shown off'?"
It hadn't. Deb instantly saw her mistake, but said nothing.
"I just want to stay here," Rob said.
"OK, Robbi. I'll head over by myself."
When Deb had left, he plopped himself on the couch, figuring to watch the
news. CNN had a story about the rise in the stock market, which was
caused by... caused by something that happened in another... well, the
price of the things that...
It made no sense to Rob. Maybe it was all the excitement, but he was
having a hard time understanding it all. He turned on Fox news. That was
a little bit more fun. They had a feature on President Bush, who was
trying to get his secretary of something or other... some guy who ran the
Healthiness and Humane Services place... Whoever it was, he looked
totally hot. Rob always liked suits, he thought, there's something about
a man in a suit...
He wondered what else was on. There had to be a music channel somewhere,
he thought. He was flipping around the channels on the remote when the
door opened.
"Sorry, I didn't know anyone was here," he heard a male voice say.
Turning around she saw an older boy, she'd guess about 18 - standing
there in jeans, no shirt. "Hi. I'm Thomas."
"Uh, hi," Rob stammered. He had the most perfect muscles Rob had ever
seen. He straightened up his hair.
"I can go, I'm so sorry," he continued. "Josh said I could borrow his
trunks and change here."
"OK," Robbi said, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Are you his sister?" the guy asked.
She laughed. "Nooo... I'm Robbi, a... his... cousin."
"Oh, ok. Is that his room?" he asked.
"Yeah," Robbi answered. "Go ahead."
He went in the room, not closing the door. Robbi couldn't help but see
him. She told herself that it was just a guy, just like he was. She
wasn't gay, so this was no big deal, but she couldn't deny that her neck
was craning like a giraffe to see him change. She got some glimpses - a
leg, an arm, and then a side view. Then he came out, and she turned her
head away.
"So, why aren't you at the party?" he asked.
"Not interested," she said.
"Neither am I," he whispered, like it was a secret. "But I got talked
into it."
"Well no one talks me into anything," Robbi said proudly, like an eight-
year old proclaiming her independence.
"I see," he said, not taking her seriously. "Say, how old are you?"
"16," she answered, not knowing why she lied. "I was just watching the
news."
He laughed. "Umm, that looks like MTV on..." Robbi was horrified. She
forgot she had turned off Fox.
"Well, I don't usually watch that," she said.
"That's ok," he said. "But I watch CNN mostly."
"Sounds interesting," she said, lying.
"Oh it is. Just yesterday there was a story about the economic situation
in Bangladesh, where blah, blah, blah..." He went on and on and Robbi
completely lost the thread of what he was saying. But she was still
completely engrossed in watching him talk. She thought, if she was really
a girl, this is the type of boy she'd be interested in. He was educated,
he was smart, he was cute, he was...
"So what do you think?" she heard him say.
"Umm, ummm, ummm... it's really something, I mean all those people,
who... umm... well, you know," she said.
He laughed. "Well, I'll teach you current events some day - ok?"
"OK," she said puppy-dog like.
"Well, gotta go..." he said. "Sure you don't want to come to the party?"
he asked.
She nodded no. And he left.
She was glad that he was gone. He was weird, she thought. And a
distraction. From the stuff she was doing. He was cute, though, she
thought. She'd like him if she was a girl.
Suddenly Robbi stopped. Frozen. She realized that at some point in the
conversation "he" had started thinking of himself as a "she". Dr. Prius
did ask whether she thought of herself as a girl - that was one of the
few questions he had answered truthfully. But now, she realized the
answer had changed.
She tried to re-change he mindset. "I'm Rob," she said to herself. "Rob
is a guy. He is still a guy."
But whenever the word "guy" went through her mind, a picture of Thomas
popped up. Or a picture of her wearing boy's clothes and looking
ridiculous. It just wasn't going to work. The idea of her being a guy
just seemed weird.
Just then the door opened again, and there was Mindy and Jen. "Hiiii..."
they said deviously.
"Hi," Robbi said trying to look bored.
"We think you should come over to the paarteeyy..." they said.
Robbi looked quizzical.
Mindy and Jen almost burst out their secret together. "Because there's a
boy there that has ever got the hots for you," they said, practically
singing the news.
She tried to look unfazed, but he face turned red. "And YOU like him
too!" Mindy announced.
"I do not!" she said.
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
Finally, Jen put a stop to this. "Da... I mean Robbi, you are going to
the pool party if we have to force you!" They tackled her and pinned her
to the bed. Robbi, who once probably weighed more than both of them
combined, was helpless.
"OK," she said. "I'll go."
They gave a little cheer. "OK - put this on, ok?" It was the black
bikini. The other day, Robbi was appalled at the idea of wearing it. But
now it seemed, well... it seemed fun. She actually wanted to do it.
She stripped in front of the girls. Again that didn't seem strange to
her. Jen looked a little disconcerted - this was still her father after
all, and turned away. Mindy - being Mindy - wasn't fazed at all. "You've
got a totally awesome bod!" she said. "You won't be a virgin for long I
can tell you that."
"MINDY!!" yelped out Jen, appalled. Robbi remained quiet, but red as a
beet.
When Robbi was finished changing, all three girls walked over next door.
It was a crowed affair. Lots of kids from Jen's school, and lots of grown
ups as well. It really looked like fun.
They went over the get something to drink. Robbi grabbed a beer. "And
WHAT do you think you are doing little one?" said a voice nearby. It was
Mrs. Portner.
"Umm... sorry," Robbi said. "I had forgotten."
"Forgotten you are 15?" Mrs. Portner said, shaking her head. "Look, we've
got lots of sodas - stick to that, ok?"
"Yes ma'am," Robbi said. It was weird. Here was a woman whom she had had
drinks with for years - heck, she had gotten drunk with on many occasions
- and now she wasn't allowed to have a beer at her house.
"Nice try, Robs", Mindy said, having watched the whole thing.
"Oh SHUT UP!" Robbi said, petulantly.
"Let's mingle!" Mindy said, suddenly changing the subject. With that, she
pulled Robbi by the arm halfway across the yard, and right in front of a
group of boys.
"Oh, hi!" Mindy said, putting on her sweet voice. "Have you met Robbi
yet?"
"HI!" they all said, introducing themselves. Robbi noticed that
practically all of them were staring at her body like they had x-ray
vision. It was uncomfortable, but fun at the same time.
All but one. She looked more closely - it was Josh.
"Why... why... are you... are you wearing ... wearing THAT?" he spit out
finally.
Robbi had no answer. Mindy, however, had one as usual. "Because it's sexy
as hell," she said.
"Are you GAY?" Jason said to Robbi, accusingly.
Mindy plowed on. "Does she look like a dyke to you, Jason? I don't think
so," she said.
Everyone stopped talking. Everyone stared at everyone else. No one but
Robbi - and maybe Jason - knew what was going on.
"I'm sorry, Jason..." Robbi stammered.
"Don't apologize, sweetheart," Mindy said.
"Yeah, 'sweetheart'," Jason mocked. "Don't apologize. Be as sexy as you
wanna be. Cuz you are a girl, aren't you?" With that he walked off.
More silence. Then she heard: "I'll go beat him up if you want me to."
It was Thomas. He had heard the commotion and walked over in case there
was trouble. It was totally unnecessary of course, but Robbi couldn't
help but think it was sweet. He was really a nice guy, she thought.
"Let's get some sodas," he said, taking her hand in his and leading her
away.
Thomas poured out a Coke for Robbi. She kind of liked that - he was
taking care of her. It was weird to be on the other side of the gallantry
wagon, but it was nice.
She thanked him, and the two stood next to each other in silence for a
minute or two. The Robbi realized he was nervous. The poor guy was
nervous! He kept looking at Robbi's bikini top, then looked away, and
then snuck a peek, then looked away.
"Do you like it?" Robbi asked mischievously.
"Yeah, it's a great party," Tom answered. He was pretty clueless too,
Robbi figured.
"Hey, let's mingle a little," Tom suddenly suggested. Robbi was vaguely
disappointed. She didn't know what to expect really, but she had hoped to
talk alone with Thomas some more.
Thomas led Robbi over to a group of grown ups who were in a heated
discussion about something. "Cap gains reductions will never affect the
existing capital stock, and will only marginally affect investment..."
she heard Jim Portner, his neighbor, argue.
Oh god. Jim had been making that same old argument for almost ten years.
And Rob had consistently shot it down. He talked big, but the man really
new nothing about tax policy. A couple of the other adults tried to take
him on - raising points about deductions, GNP levels, etc. But none were
able to stump him. They just didn't understand it well enough.
Finally, Robbi could not take it any more. "Umm, Mr. Portner?" she said.
Jesus God - why did she have to sound so deferential!
"You're Deb and Rob's niece aren't you?" Jim answered.
"I am, yes. I had a question about what you said."
"Anything sweetie. I'll be glad to explain whatever you want." His
condescension was unbearable. She couldn't wait to tear his argument
apart.
"Well, when the caterpiller, I mean capitol, gain is made, it is on stuff
like stocks and things that people buy right?" She must be nervous, she
thought.
"Yes, honey. A capital gain is a special kind of tax."
"But won't people like, you know, not put their money in stuff like that,
you know if there is a capitol... a capitol... you know, a capitol
thingie would make them not do that right?"
"Well it's very complicated sweetie, but it doesn't work that way."
This was frustrating. She knew what she wanted to say, but couldn't say
it.
"No. It does! Really. I read that the Chicago Federals did a statition, a
statis... that they added up a whole bunch of numbers and stuff and that
the computer said that the capital thingie was a bad thing." She knew she
was sounding like an idiot.
Jim didn't really answer, he just smiled. Mrs. Portner stepped in at that
point, and said to the group. "Oh my! Isn't she a smart one? I bet she's
going to be trouble some day!"
"NO!" Robbi protested. "I know this stuff. If the government guys, you
know, take money it's, you know, not nice - and people will get all hurt
and stuff. And everyone will be all unhappy because they don't have money
and stuff to buy things that they want to buy, you know?"
Everyone laughed. "You are right," said Jim. "Never argue with female
logic," he announced to the group. "You will never win."
She wanted to slap him so bad.
Thomas mercifully stopped the exchange, grabbing Robbi by the hand and
practically dragging here away. They went inside the house, and sat down
on a sofa in the living room.
"You're a strange girl, I have to say," blurted out Thomas.
Robbi looked at him quizzically.
"I mean, I never would have figured you to have opinions on taxes!"
"Well, is that a problem?" Robbi asked. She didn't know whether she was
offended or whether she really worried whether it was a turnoff.
"No problem," Tom answered without hesitation, "it's kind of cool." Robbi
seemed pleased.
On impulse, Robbi reached over and kissed Thomas on the cheek. He was
startled, not really expecting that. "You really ARE full of surprises,"
he said.
"I have more," Robbi said impishly.
"Well, she used to anyway," a voice interrupted. It was Josh.
"Josh..." Robbi protested. "Look, we were only..."
"Hey, now just go...." Thomas protested.
"Give us a sec, OK?" Robbi asked. "Josh and I need to talk." Tom was
confused, remained silent. Josh and Robbi walked over to a private study
and shut the door.
Josh stared at Robbi. "So my Dad's kissing boys now?"
Robbi looked away. "It's very complicated..." she began.
"I bet," Josh said.
"Look, I know this must be hard," Robbi started to explain. "But I'm
still me, despite what everything looks like."
"My Dad isn't a fag." Josh wasn't giving ground.
"Stop that," Robbi said.
"My Dad doesn't wear bikinis, and doesn't have a boyfriend."
"I don't... I mean I didn't... I mean, please Josh..." She started to
cry.
"Oh, Jesus Christ. Now Dad is bawling," Josh said. "Poor little girl,
crying like a baby."
Robbi thought, did she really raise her son to be so cruel? Didn't he
have any sensitivity? Then she realized - Josh's entire self-image was
based on being masculine - on being the fastest, the strongest, the
toughest competitor. And that self-image was modeled on him, his father.
But now Robbi's change of sex has made the whole self-image come tumbling
down.
"I wish I could change back, Josh! I really do! But I don't know how!"
"I wish I could believe you," Josh replied. "But you seem to be having
way to much fun."
"I am not, Josh, I am miserable."
"No, you enjoy this."
"No, I'm trying to fight all this, it's just too hard."
"You like being a girl. You do."
"I do not, I want to change back. I do."
"But you don't look miserable..."
"I... I... well it's complicated. But really want to get back to normal."
"Dad? I want to ask just one question. I want you to answer honestly,
OK?"
"OK, I will."
"Did you kiss Tom?"
Robbi was struck into silence. She DID want to return to normal, but she
couldn't deny kissing Tom. She looked painfully into Josh's face. He just
stared back.
"Yes or no?" he insisted.
"Yes," she said.
"Do you want to kiss him again?"
More silence. Josh shook his head and walked away.
Seeing Josh walk out, Thomas came back in. "Is everything ok?" he asked.
"No, not really, but I can't talk about it, ok?" she said, starting to
cry a little bit.
Thomas reached forward to hug her. Robbi hugged back briefly, then
recoiled. "No!" she said. "I won't accept this."
Tom was confused. "Won't accept what? Baby, how can I help?"
"I don't know!" she cried. Before she knew it, she was back in his arms,
crying so hard she was shaking.
"It's ok, it'll be ok..." Tom soothed.
Robbi was quiet, burrowing deeper into Tom's embrace.
"Whatever it is, I'm on your side, ok?" he said, no knowing what it could
be.
"Thank you Thomas," she said. Then, without thinking about it, she
reached over and kissed him. Not a peck this time, but a full open-
mouthed kiss. He kissed back. She kissed again, putting her tongue deep
into his mouth. Before Robbi could compute what was going on, she and
Thomas were intertwined. His hands felt her body - her legs, her arms,
her back. She felt his strong arms and caressed his chest. His hands
reached to her bikini top, and slowly reached inside. When his fingertips
touched her nipple, she felt like the pleasure center in her brain was
just going to explode.
He was impossible to resist, but she remembered what Josh had said. She
knew if she wanted to return to normal, she couldn't do this. She broke
away from Thomas.
"Stop that. Stop that. What in the hell are you doing? I don't do that!
That is not me! Leave me alone. Don't mess with me."
Tom was absolutely stunned. "But Robbi.. I was just..."
"I know what you were doing, and I won't do it. You'll just have to find
a real girl to play with."
With that, she stomped out of the house, leaving Tom vastly confused. She
ran across the patio area, not realizing - or caring - that one strap of
her top was dangling loose. In a minute she was back at her own house,
and ran to her - Deb and Rob's - bedroom. Fighting off tears, she tore
off the bikini top and the string bikini bottom, tossing them on the
floor. She then rummaged through her - his - old clothing dresser, and
put on a pair of boxer shorts, a pair of slacks and a button-down shirt.
The clothing swam on her/him. She barely could walk across the room
without tripping over the pants legs.
Joshua was in the living room, watching TV. Rob walked in front of the
TV, and yelled at him: "Are you happy, Josh? It's me - I'm a guy. I'm no
girl. I have guys clothes on. I'm a fucking man, OK?" With that, she
ripped off the shirt, buttons popping and falling to the floor. "But I
have boobs, Josh. I have boobs. And I don't have a penis anymore, Josh. I
have a pussy. I didn't ask for it, but I have one. But that doesn't
change who I am."
Josh stared at her. Suddenly, he had nothing but sympathy for this poor
girl in front of him, naked from the waist up, wearing a grown man's
pants. "I'm... I'm sorry Dad," he said, and got up and walked toward her.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed. "I don't want your male hands on me. I
never want to be touched by a man ever again." She broke away from his
grip and ran back to her bedroom. She sat on the floor, knees pushed up
to her chin, and started rocking back and forth, crying uncontrollably.
After several minutes had passed, Deb came into the room. "Rob, honey?"
she asked. "How are you?" Robbi just stared, not responding. "Hey, Rob,
we'll get over this. We'll get you back being your old male self." Rob
still didn't answer.
"I love you Rob," Deb finally said, caressing Robbi lightly on the
shoulder.
"I love you too, Mom," said Robbi.
Deb was taken aback. "Honey, I'm your wife, remember?"
Robbi looked back at her, confused.
"Sweetie, how old are you?"
"15?" answered Robbi, hesitantly.
"I mean before your accident."
Robbi looked puzzled. "What accident? I'm ok, Mom."
"So you've always been like this. I mean, you've always been my
daughter?"
"Of course. Unless I'm adopted. Am I?"
"No, sweetie, you are not."
Deb stroked Robbi's hair gently, then slipped out of the room.
"Can you get me my phone book, Josh?" I need to call Dr. Prius."
To be continued.
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