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My Brother, Emily I was ten when our Dad left us. The police said that he had been drinking and that everyone was very lucky that no one else was involved in the accident. Mom was upset for weeks afterward, but she seemed to hold it all together pretty well. She had always wanted to start her own career, but things had never worked out. She said that at the end of the school year we'd be moving into a different house in a different city and everything would be ok. My little brother, Bobby was pretty confused and lost during the whole transition of events. We began boxing things up right after Spring Break. Winter clothes and other stuff that we wouldn't need or use for a while were all put into boxes that were labeled and taped shut. By the time school ended we had almost everything stacked in the living room. I thought that the new house was pretty cool. The street had a lot of big trees and there wasn't much traffic. Some of the other houses had bicycles and other toys in their front yard, so it looked like there was a good chance that there were other kids in the neighborhood. The movers got the furniture and most of the boxes in the right rooms and there were all kinds of people coming by to turn on the electricity, cable, and other utilities. Mom had already made it clear that she was going to need our help to make things easier so unpacking and some of the regular chores would fall to us. Mom had insisted that Bobby and I have these new cell phones so that she could check up on us. That part was ok, but it wasn't as though we had anyone else to call. After breakfast Mom would go to work and in the evenings she worked on the computer starting her own business. I had just come into the house and was walking down the hall trying to figure out some of the buttons on the new phone. I headed towards my room when I noticed that the door was partially closed. As I quietly edged the door open I saw my little brother standing there, looking in the mirror while wearing what had been one of my favorite jumpers! It was really too small for me, but we hadn't gotten rid of it yet. One button that I'd already figured out on the phone was the one that took pictures. Bobby jumped and looked really scared as I took a couple of pictures of him standing there dressed as a girl. He tried hiding his face and pleading for me to stop. "Bobby, why are you.....nevermind. Whose underwear are you wearing?" I demanded. "M-m-mine," he stammered. "Well, if they weren't yours, they are now," I said. "Please don't tell Mom. Don't tell anyone! I promise that I'll never do it again. Please don't tell anyone!" "How long have you been wearing my clothes?" He looked like he was about to cry. "This is the first time," he said hanging his head. "Liar," I said flatly, suspecting that he had been doing it for a long time. "Just sometimes," he said lamely, "since last summer." "You know that I have pictures of you, don't you? And you know that Mom has taught me how to put them on the computer," I said, holding up the cell phone. "Please. Please. I'll do anything. Don't put them on the computer," he pleaded. He was pulling on the hemline trying to hide the fact that he was wearing a skirt just like a girl. "Okay, on one condition. You go shopping with me...dressed like that." His eyes got real wide. "No, I can't. You want me to go shopping in a dress?" "It's not a dress, it's a jumper and you're the one who wanted to wear it. Besides," I shrugged, "I can always put the picture on a t-shirt as an iron-on and wear it to school this fall. I'm sure that the other kids will think it's really cool." He squinched his eyes trying to make everything go away, but knew that he'd been defeated. "Do I have to?" "No, you don't have to. You chose to dress like a girl and now you have to choose again. Go shopping with me or have everyone in school see your picture this fall. Actually, you look like a girl. Your hair is long enough to pass, but it could be longer." His hair was over-the-collar in back and over his ears on the sides. Mom had always parted it in the middle. He didn't have to comb it except after a bath. When it got messed up he'd just shake his head and it would fall back into place like he'd just brushed it. It was disgusting. He stood there squeezing his legs together, trying to hide the fact that he was dressed like a girl. "Where do we have to go?" "You still have some of the money Mom gave you last week, don't you?" "Yes. Why?" "Because you need some things of your own if you're going to be a girl." "But I don't want to be a girl!" "Then why are you dressed like one?" He didn't have an answer for that one. "Come on, get your money. We've got to hurry unless you want Mom to get home before we do." He slinked back to his room to get his money and keys and whatever else it is that boys put in their pockets. "Jessica!" he cried, "there's no pockets in this thing." "No kidding, genius. Why do you think that girls carry purses?" "So what am I going to do?" "Just give me the money and your cell phone. We'll take the bus down to the store and get you some things. Then we'll come home. Okay?" Bobby wasn't too happy about walking down the street in full view of the world while dressed as a girl, but there was no one to see him anyway. I paid the bus fare for both of us and we took our seats. "Keep your knees together. Do you want everyone to see up your skirt?" I whispered. "No." He brought his knees together; looking embarrassed. The discount store was part of a strip mall that had a lot of little shops with it. "I can't go in there," he protested, "people will see me." "Bobby, people have already seen you. Besides, it's not like we know anybody in this town. Now come on." We found a cute purse that wasn't too small. I'd already decided that a one with a shoulder strap made more sense than one that tied up one hand. At least you didn't have to chance laying it down when you needed both hands to look at something else. Then we went over to the Beauty Section of the store. "You really need to carry something besides your keys and money. You're going to want a mirror, a brush, a comb, and some lip gloss." "Jessie!" "What? Every girl carries those things." "But I'm not...." "Do you really want to say that in a store full of people?" "No," he said, looking really embarrassed. When we got to the cashier to pay for the things she asked, "Did you girls get everything you were looking for?" "Yes," I answered, "we just moved here and my little sister managed to lose her purse. My name is Jessica and this is my sister, Emily." Bobby looked totally horrified. "She's a little shy about meeting new people." The lady smiled, "Emily, what a pretty name for such a pretty girl." "Emily, can you say 'thank you'?" Bobby tried to disappear into the floor. "Thank you," he mumbled. The lady just smiled as she handed me back the change and receipt, "That's ok, Emily, every girl loses her purse sometime." We left the store and sat on a bench under the canopy. "See?" I said. "You dress like a girl, you look like a girl, and everyone treats you like a girl." "Did you have to say that my name was Emily?" "I happen to like the name 'Emily'. Besides, was I supposed to tell her that you're my brother and your name is really 'Bobby'?" "No. But why do I have to be a girl?" "Umm.....because you like wearing girl-clothes and boys don't do that?" "How much longer do I have to do this?" "Well, it's almost lunchtime. Aren't you getting hungry?" "Yes, but I can't....." "Can't what? You can't eat a cheeseburger dressed like a girl? Girls do eat, you know. Keep you knees together." He pressed his knees together. "Do you have to keep telling me that?" "No, I can just let you embarrass yourself by letting you sit there with the whole world looking up your skirt." "Okay, okay." I opened the bag of things that we'd bought and pulled out one item. "What is this?" I asked. "A purse," he answered. "No, wrong answer. Say 'that is my purse'. Now what is this?" Bobby/Emily sighed, "That is my purse." "Good girl," I handed it to him/her. I took the next item out of the bag. "What is this?" "A brush." "Bzzzzt.....try again." "Okay. That's my brush." "Good girl. Now put your brush in your purse. What's this?" Bobby scuffed his foot on the sidewalk. "That's my comb." "Good girl. And this?" "That's my mirror and that's my lip gloss. Now can we get something to eat?" "Yes, Emily, we can get something to eat as soon as you put your things in your purse. Here, put your keys in your purse and your cell phone in your purse and put your money in your purse." "Why do you keep saying 'your purse'?" "Because, Emily, a girl needs to think in terms of 'her purse' and 'her brush' and so on." "Whatever. Can we get something to eat now?" The girl behind the counter asked, "What can get you girls today?" Bobby chirped up, "I want a......" I tapped him on the shoulder. "Say 'I'd like' and don't forget your manners." He sighed again, "I'd like a kid's meal cheeseburger, please." "Good girl," I said. Then turning to the cashier, "Little sisters can be a pain, sometimes." Then I placed my order. We took our trays over to a vacant table and sat down. "Emily, when you're wearing a skirt, you always smooth it when you sit down." "Why?" he asked looking around to see if anyone could hear us. "First of all, it makes your skirt look nicer. Secondly, you don't want your bare legs on the seat especially if it's hot from the sun." Bobby shook his head. "There sure are a lot of rules to being a girl." After we finished eating Bobby, my now 'little sister' figured out a good reason to not drink a lot of soda. "Jessie, I have to go to the bathroom." I was gathering the trash up, "Okay, we'll go together." "Jessie!" "Emily, girls almost never go to the bathroom alone." "Jessica!" I leaned close and whispered, "Okay, tell you what, don't forget your purse when you go into the boy's bathroom. Then, if you run into a man in there, you explain it to him." "What am I going to do?" "You go into the girl's restroom. You pick a stall, go in, and close the door. Don't lay your purse on the floor. You lift your skirt, drop your panties, and sit." By now he was beginning to squirm in his seat. Figuring out rather quickly that not only was there no time for further argument, but that he'd also lose, we headed for the girl's room. When he finished he came over to the sink and washed his hands. "Where's your purse?" I asked. "Right here," he answered. "Bzzzzt......what's the right answer?" He closed his eyes in frustration. "My purse is right here." "Good girl. Now, before you're finished, take out your brush and brush your hair. Then put on your lip gloss." "Do I have to?" "Do you really want to be seen in public without lip gloss?" "No." After finishing I led him towards the used clothing store across the parking lot. "What are we doing here?" he asked. "You need some more clothes. You can have some of my old things, but you can't wear the same thing two days in a row." "What do you mean 'two days in a row'? I'm not dressing like this tomorrow." "Yes you are. Haven't you noticed that I've been taking pictures of you all day?" "Jessica!" "I figure it this way, Emily, you seem to like dressing like a girl. You seem to enjoy being a girl. You are less of a pain when you're a girl. You can get it all out of your system by being a girl all week long." "I'm going to tell Mom." "Okay," I said unabashed, "you go ahead and tell Mom that you've been wearing my clothes for a year and that we went shopping with you dressed like this. In fact you can wear my jumper, your jumper, when we have dinner tonight." Bobby quickly weighed his options and sighed, "Okay, what are we going to buy?" "Good girl, smart choice. Besides, Emily, I think that you really want to be a girl all the time anyway." He looked like he'd been caught doing something wrong and pushed his way into the store. After looking at the skirts, shorts, and shorts for a while Emily seemed to warm up to the thought of shopping for clothes. She even picked out a couple of camisole tops on her own. We got an amazing amount of clothes for "her" by matching the colored price tags to the big Discount sign on the wall. We made our way over to the toy wall. "Do you want a doll? Every girl has a couple dolls and stuffed animals in her room and you aren't too old to play with dolls." Emily looked torn between saying "No" and revealing that she really wanted her own doll ever since we'd played with mine years ago. Most of the dolls were pretty beat up, but there was a stuffed panda that she seemed to like pretty well. "You don't have to, you know." "I know, I just......" "Maybe we can get you a nice doll at a yard sale or something," I offered. As we left the store Emily stopped and looked at me, "Thank you, sis." "You're welcome, little sister. You can carry some of this stuff. You've got some pretty nice clothes in here for next to nothing. We'd better get home so you can put your skirts and your tops in your room before Mom gets home." "Yeah, I guess we'd better hurry." "We still have to clean the house a bit and wash some laundry before she gets home." "Do we have to do laundry?" Laundry isn't that hard, silly. You put the clothes in the washer and it does the rest. Besides, do you want Mom washing your skirts?" "No." Bobby was still wearing his jumper when he brought the laundry down. He seemed to be perfectly comfortable wearing it. As I put his underwear and socks in the washer I remembered what Mom had said about elastic. So I poured in too much bleach and set the water temperature on 'hot'. When I put them in the drier I used the 'high heat' setting. Sure enough when they came out of the dryer the elastic sounded like Velcro when it stretched out and it didn't snap back in shape. Bobby had gone back to being 'Bobby' instead of 'Emily' by changing into a t-shirt and jeans before our mom got home. He kept touching his 'boy clothes' like there was something wrong with them. I confessed to Mom that I'd made a big mistake doing laundry, which is one reason that she wouldn't let me wash her clothes, and that Bobby needed new underwear and socks and that he really needed new tennis shoes, too. She was pretty forgiving about the mistake and gave me enough money to pay for everything the next day. We weren't rich, but she was going to have a paycheck coming in and we still had some savings and the money from the accident, so we weren't too bad off. Our mom asked me to wash the breakfast dishes while she gathered her stuff to go to work. She kissed us both and told us to 'be good' while she was gone. After I heard the car start I turned to Bobby and said, "Go get dressed, Emily, then you can help me wash the dishes." I couldn't tell if he was hesitant or anxious to wear his 'new' clothes from yesterday, but Emily was back pretty quick wearing a striped, multi-colored top that had straps instead of sleeves and a denim skirt. "I'll wash and you can dry, Emily." "Okay." "Where's your purse?" "It's up in my....," he started. "Bzzzzzt." He sighed. "My purse is up in my room." "Good girl. Don't forget to brush your hair and put on lip gloss before we leave." He looked away, but he also looked pleased that he was going to have to dress like a girl again today. We went back to the box store and got Emily some cute anklets and knee socks, two packs of cotton panties, and some headbands and barrettes. While we were walking back from the bus stop we saw some girls playing hopscotch in a driveway just a couple of blocks from the house. Their names were Sarah and Becky. It turned out that they were going to be in the 4th grade at school in a couple of months and they invited us to play with them. After playing for about a half hour Becky's mom invited us in for Kool-Ade and cookies. When we left Sarah and Becky made us promise to come over and play the next day. Bobby/Emily managed to get his/her socks and panties put away and change clothes before our mom got home. The next day we played hopscotch for a while, then we jumped rope. Becky's mom fixed lunch for us and we played with dolls in Becky's room for a couple of hours before we had to go home. We went over to Becky's house everyday that week and made plans to go see a movie on Saturday. Bobby/Emily had begun thinking of himself/herself as a girl and the others had accepted her as another friend. On Saturday Emily wore another jumper with knee socks. Then we saw Sarah and Becky were standing around talking with two other girls; Sarah's older sister, Lisa, and her friend Heather. Actually Emily did pretty well while we were at the movie. It was one thing for me to correct her, but Heather only had to tell her to keep her knees together once. After that Emily seemed to always follow Heather's and Lisa's clue on what to do when and how. Like the time when we were in the bathroom after the movie. Emily brushed her hair and touched up her lip gloss right after Lisa did. Then we wandered the mall looking at things in store windows. Heather and Lisa kept looking at boys and I saw Emily and Becky blush once. It was the first time that I'd heard Emily giggle. It was annoying, but they were only 4th graders. This time we had to hurry to get home so that Emily could change back into Bobby's clothes before Mom got home. The next day was Sunday so Bobby had to stay dressed as a boy all day. We helped her clean the house, watched a couple of movies, and sent out for pizza. Bobby helped with some of the cleaning, too; which surprised me a little. I guess that he was getting used to being a girl. We saw Sarah and Becky almost every day for the following two weeks. We did almost everything together. We watched movies, played games, and played with dolls. One Saturday after Bobby had been dressing as a girl for about a month the four of us went shopping together. Right in the center of the mall was a big display with some tables, a camera, some other equipment, and some signs that said that they were giving away free identification cards and fingerprint cards for school children. Emily didn't even think about it when she got in line with the rest of us. I told the woman there that my sister's name was Emily Catherine and gave her Bobby's birth date. On Monday morning Bobby had to clean out his purse because he had gotten into the habit of stuffing everything in the world into it. I pointed out that his ID card had an "F" where it said sex. "You remember that lady who filled out this card for you?" "Yes," he said. "Good. Because it turns out that she's the 4th grade teacher at school." It took him a couple of minutes to figure out that he had already met his new teacher and that she had met him as a girl. Not that it mattered much since I told him that his friends Sarah and Becky were in his class at school and that Heather and Lisa were going to remember him as Emily, too. I thought that he was going to have a heart attack right there at the kitchen table. "I should never have let you talk me into this! Never!" he shouted. "Uh.....it was you who was standing in my bedroom wearing my jumper as I remember it," I reminded him. "And you sure haven't complained about dressing or acting as "Emily" for the last month! You were the one who wanted to borrow Becky's nail polish last week, weren't you?" He looked decidedly uncomfortable and answered, "Yes," while looking at the floor. "Wasn't it you I caught almost getting into Mom's makeup?" He'd been caught again and it reminded him that his whole Bobby v. Emily problem was his doing. "What am I going to do?" he pleaded. "Well it's your choice....again," I said. "You either continue living as Emily or you come clean with everyone about being Bobby. It's your decision, Emily." "But the school will know," he pleaded again. "The school will have our records from before." "Mom has our transferred stuff from before. It's in her desk. There's an envelope for each of us with our names on them. I'll just stick labels on them over our names and you can be "Emily" at school.....if that's what you want." I waited for him to think it over for a little bit. "What's it going to be? Do you want to be Emily or are you going back to being Bobby?" He was sitting on his hands, rocking back and forth slightly. "I don't know. I don't know," he kept saying. "Well you're going to have to decide pretty soon," I said. "The school registrations have to be in pretty soon. The only reason that Mom hasn't already sent them in is because she's been so busy lately. And we're going to have wear uniforms to school. You heard Becky's mom talking about it last week." He sat there with his eyes tightly shut, rocking back and forth, and trying very hard not to verbalize the decision which, it seemed, that he had already made and was so obvious. "Emily or Bobby?" I said. It took a minute more, but he finally said, "Emily." "So, Emily, you are a girl?" I asked. He looked at me like I had accused him of something dirty. "Are you a girl or a boy?" "I'm a girl," he said. "I thought so. You look like a girl. You act like a girl. I think that you should be a girl because you really are a girl inside." He looked as though a great weight had been taken from him. Once he admitted it to himself that he was a girl he seemed relieved. It wasn't that hard changing our school records. I just made up some permanent labels with our names and other information on them and stuck them onto the forms. Robert Allen became Emily Catherine in just minutes. I put them into an envelope and addressed it to the school, then mailed it. About a week later we got some paperwork from the school system with the uniform guidelines and some other general information that we were going to need. I told Mom that Becky's mother had offered to take us to the store for our uniforms so she gave us some money. We pretty much made a day of it starting off with getting the new skirts and blouses in the morning, then having lunch together. Becky wanted to get her ears pierced, but her mother told her that she knew that she'd have to wait until she was in Junior High. Then we went to get Becky's hair styled. Emily's was looking pretty raggedy, too, and we had some money left over so she got her first taste of a beauty salon. She looked pretty good with her bangs even and her shoulder-length hair undercut. The first day of school was fairly regular. The teachers didn't really teach much because everyone was still on "summer spirit". I guess that Emily didn't have any problems being accepted as a girl since she already knew Sarah and Becky and Mrs. Anderson remembered her from the ID cards. We were walking home from the bus stop when I asked her, "So, do you have any cute boys in your class, Emily?" "No! I mean how would I know? It's not like I'm scoping out the boys." Mom had this rule about changing out of our school clothes right after we got home, so it wasn't hard to hide the fact that Bobby was wearing a blouse and skirt to school. The problem was in the mornings because she left for work about 20 minutes before we had to catch the bus. Emily got pretty good at racing to get dressed so that we could get to the bus stop in time. After the second week of school I asked Emily, "So do you think that boy, what's his name? Oh, yes. Do you think that Mark Lowry is cute?" Bobby looked like he/she'd been shot. "How do I know?" She really looked guilty. "Well, I hear that he thinks you're pretty. And he's written your name all over his notebook." My little brother/sister hung her head and mumbled something that I didn't hear. "Emily's got a boyfriend. Emily's got a boyfriend," I sing-songed. "I do not!" "Ooooh," I cooed. "Has he given you a ring? Are you two holding hands at lunch?" "Will you stop it?" "Emily Lowry," I played, "it has a nice ring to it. Has he asked to carry your books and walk you home?" "Knock it off, Jessie." The school had scheduled our photographs for late September. Both Emily and I had forgotten about that. Switching the labels on Emily's report card was going to be easy enough and she was getting good enough grades that Mom wasn't going to have to have a parent/teacher conference, but once the school pictures came out, I knew that she was going to want to see them. She had an album with all of our past school pictures in it and she wasn't going to let this year go by. Emily kept hoping that I'd come up with a plan to fake the photos, but time was running out and they'd come in the mail right around Thanksgiving. Sure enough, the pictures came and Mom got them just a week before the holiday. We might have been able to pass it off by telling her that the negatives must have been printed backwards so that it looked like Bobby was wearing a blouse instead of a shirt because of the way it buttoned, but she'd forgotten that she was wearing a headband that day. Actually, it looked kind of nice with the blue headband holding her hair back, but there was no denying the fact that Bobby looked like a an-almost-ten-year- old girl. Dinner wasn't quite as confrontational as we'd expected. Mom didn't yell or cry or anything. She calmly asked Bobby if he was going to school dressed as a girl. We both must have looked pretty guilty because she just looked at us and sighed. "Why are you dressing like a girl?" Bobby looked to me and I suppose that it was partly my fault. "Because he likes wearing girl-clothes," I said. The whole story came out in a matter of minutes. Mom just sat there listening and thinking. Then she said, "I should have realized that you two were up to something. Things have just been going too well lately. Maybe if I'd been home more then things wouldn't have gotten out of hand like this." I was almost afraid to say anything because I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. "Actually, she looks pretty good as a girl and she hasn't been having any trouble in school like last year." "My son is crossdressing in the fourth grade. Do you realize that this is illegal? Do you realize that the State can take both of you away from me for this?" "Mom," I said quietly, "we didn't know. It was just ....I just wanted to punish him for wearing my clothes and it sort of got out of hand. Then he just started getting along better as a girl. It sort of took on a life of its own." She thought for a long time and said, "Eat your dinner before it gets cold." She didn't say too much after that. Bobby/Emily and I washed the dishes while she worked at her computer. We thought it best if we didn't do anything more to upset her for a while. After we finished the dishes we sat quietly in the living room with the tv showing some stupid sitcom. Mom came into the room and said, "We have to have a talk." She sat facing both of us, but spoke to Bobby. "What are you wanting to do? Do you want to be the son that I had or do you want to stay as a girl? And what name are you using anyway?" Bobby gave her the emergency ID card that we had gotten at the mall over the summer. "Emily Catherine," she said, "named after my aunt." We were quiet for a long time, then Bobby said, "I want to stay as Emily. I like being a girl. I have friends now and.....I don't know, it just feels right." Mom thought it over for a few minutes. "You're going to have to see a doctor about this. You've been living as a girl for six months. I can't believe that I never suspected anything of the sort. You two better finish your homework, then shower and get to bed. You have school again in the morning." The next morning Bobby wasn't sure what to do, but I figured that Mom already knew everything and he couldn't show up at school as a boy so I told him to just put on his uniform before breakfast and he wouldn't have to race to change before school. I hadn't seen him nervous about wearing a skirt for a long time, but it showed as came into the kitchen with his school books. At first Mom just looked at Bobby standing there in a white blouse, blue skirt, and white knee socks. Then she spun her finger and said, "Turn around." Bobby turned all the way around for her and she said, "Very nice, Emily." Bobby just looked at me not quite sure how to take it. As he sat down he smoothed his skirt and Mom caught the action. "I see that your sister and your friends have been teaching you pretty well. You seem to have had a lot of practice wearing skirts." I decided to ask the question that was on our minds. "So it's ok for Bobby to be Emily?" Mom just looked at us. "The question isn't whether it's 'ok'. He can hardly just change back into a boy at school. Children can be cruel enough without finding out that he's been pretending to be a girl all of this time. And that doesn't take into account all of the legal ramifications." She paused to let it sink in. "But, yes, if he's going to dress and behave as a girl in front of the rest of the world, then there's no reason that he shouldn't......no reason that she shouldn't dress as a girl the rest of the time. Go ahead and eat your breakfast. You girls have a bus to catch." Mom had decided not to work on the Saturday before Thanksgiving. Her business was slowing down for the holidays and she said that she probably wouldn't be taking any new clients before the new year. At breakfast she asked us what we'd like to do since we hadn't really spent much time together out of the house. Neither Emily nor I wanted to suggest anything too radical since Mom was still dealing with the news that Bobby wanted to be a girl. Mom was stirring her coffee and lead into the subject with, "You know Christmas is coming up. I don't know what you girls want for Christmas and some of my clients are hosting Christmas and New Year's parties. I think that you girls might need some holiday dresses. Of course, if you aren't interested....." "No, that would be cool!" we both said together. "Umm...you mean that Emily gets a new holiday dress, too, Mom?" I asked. "Well, unless she wants to wear some old jumper to a holiday party...." "No," said Emily, "please. I'd really like a new dress for Christmas." "Well, you girls wash the dishes and get ready, then we'll go shopping. We can get some ideas of what's available. Besides, we're going to have Thanksgiving dinner out this year and you'll want some nice dresses for that as well." While we were washing the dishes Emily just couldn't shut up about going shopping for dresses with Mom. "And I hear that JCPenney has these velvet dresses that are really cool. They'd be so cool with white tights." "You've really gotten into this 'new dress thing' haven't you?" I asked. "Well, it's just because Sarah and Becky have been talking about it so much lately and Sarah's got the new Penney Winter Catalog. And those dresses are so cool." As the water drained from the sink I turned and saw that Mom had been listening to us. "Emily seems to be really into this 'new dress thing'," she recited. "She gets so excited some times," I said. "I think it has to do with this boy at school, Mark Lowry." "He is not my boyfriend," shouted Emily. Mom folded her arms, "So, Emily, is he cute?" Emily just sputtered and blushed. "Well, I guess that he is," Mom snickered. "It looks as though I'm going to have to have a mother-daughter talk with you, too." Emily just stood there moving her mouth and not making any noise. We hit several stores in the mall before deciding on dresses. Emily and I each got one along with several pairs of white tights and a pair of shoes each. Emily was all agog at having a pair of Mary Janes and couldn't wait to tell Sarah and Becky about her new clothes. I figured that it would give her something to show off for her friends. We got to wear our new dresses when we had Thanksgiving Dinner at this nice restaurant. Mom was dressed to the nines as they say and Emily and I looked pretty good, too. Mom seemed to be warming up to the idea of having two daughters pretty well. She had said that Bobby had to see a special psychiatrist, but that she couldn't get an appointment until January. We got to go to two Christmas parties because the clients had invited everyone to bring their families. It was kind of funny when this one boy asked Emily to dance because she hadn't had much practice except with Sarah and Becky. She seemed to do ok because it wasn't long before another boy asked her, too. He was younger than her and asked only because his mother had been egging him on. Fortunately Emily was too nervous about dancing with a boy to refuse him. I imagine that it would have crushed his little ego by being turned down by the first girl that he'd ever asked. I made a note to mention her dancing to Sarah and Becky the next time I saw them. They could help put her at ease with moving to the music and I would be sure to let it slip that she'd danced with two boys at Christmas parties. I figured that, if nothing else, Mark Lowry might be motivated to asking her to a movie or something. By the time we went back to school Emily was girl full-time. On weekends she would sometimes show up for breakfast in her dorm shirt and she thought nothing of asking Mom about nail polish and hair styling ideas. She had her first appointment with the psychiatrist near the end of January. She said that they mostly talked about why she was living as a girl and how long she'd been dressing that way. They also talked about her friends and how Mom and I felt about her "being Emily". After a few visits we had an appointment with him without Emily. The doctor asked a couple of questions about how we were "coping", then said that we were doing a good job of providing Emily with what he called "the proper support for transitioning". After he called Emily into the room he talked about writing a prescription that would keep Emily from "becoming a man" because of hormones and, later, writing one that would allow her to enter puberty as a girl about the same time as her friends. The rest of the school year went pretty well. Mom put our pictures into the album just as she had always done. Mark Lowry never got around to talking to Emily, but they would be in fifth grade next year and there were always others to keep them distracted. In passing I wondered what Emily would do in Junior High School when she had to take gym and they would have tryouts for cheerleaders. And I wondered what she would do when she was old enough to date for real. But I figured that she had a few more years to think about things like that and she had enough support from her friends and family to guide her into making good choices. Then again, she'd made some pretty serious choices already.