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The Foster Mom's New Daughter - Part One
By Katherine Day
(Copyright 2007 by Katherine Anne Day)
(Dedicated to and inspired by Angelo, of Rome, Italy)
Chapter One: A New Home
Mary Elizabeth Dayton was surprised to see her foster home placement
worker on Monday afternoon.
"You weren't supposed to be here until tomorrow, Anna. What's up?"
"Oh, Mrs. Dayton, this isn't a home inspection visit. We've completed
that and your home is immaculate. We're pleased to have you on board
with us."
Mary breathed a sigh of relief; she had indeed felt she had passed the
inspection with flying colors, but with state bureaucracies you never
knew. While her worker, Anna Simms, an eager, young African-American
with a round face, and sparkling smile, had been encouraging, the home
inspector who studied her ranch home in the urban working class
neighborhood had been dour and grumpy.
"Oh that's fine. Come in," Mary said, opening the door, still puzzled
for the visit.
Anna declined the invitation for coffee, and said, "I've got bad news,
and good news. At least, I hope you'll find it's good news."
Mary was shocked, wondering what was happening.
"I know you were ready to accept Julia into your home tomorrow," Anna
began. "But something has happened that'll make that impossible."
"Oh?" Mary asked, puzzled, and saddened, since she had prepared a lovely
girl's room for her new foster child, a 15 year old girl named Julia.
The two had met, and Mary had found Julia to be a delightful, but
terribly shy young girl, one who would benefit from the kind of nurturing
that Mary had practiced with her three boys, now grown, gone, married and
successes in the world.
"Julia's mom has successfully completed her rehab, and now wants her
child back," Anna continued.
"Is she going back to her mom now, immediately?"
"No. We can't risk that now," Anna explained. "But we felt it wouldn't
be fair to Julia to move her again, if she could only stay here for a few
months and then be returned to her mom. She'll be better off staying
where she is while we check out to see if Julia's mom can take her."
Mary sighed. "I guess that's for the best. But I had my heart set on
Julia. She was so sweet."
"I know, Mrs. Dayton, but I have no other teen girls ready for care now."
"Oh. I'm so ready for a child," Mary said.
"I do have a boy, also 15, who needs your kind of care, Mrs. Dayton."
"A boy. I'm not set up for a boy. The room is designed for a girl."
"I know you wanted a girl, Mary," Anna said, switching to calling the
prospective foster mom by her first name. "This is a very special boy.
His name is Angelo, and he's the sweetest, shyest little boy. I'm sure
you'll take to him."
Mary's interest was peaked, as Anna explained Angelo was orphaned a year
ago and was placed with an aunt where his boy cousins constantly harassed
and beat up on him. "He needs a nurturing loving household, Mary, and I
know you could provide that."
"Oh, boys can be so rough and tumble. I raised three of them, you know?"
Mary said.
"Oh not this boy. Angelo is a very smart boy, but he's small for his
age, so he has trouble with other boys. He likes to read a lot, and he
seems to like to do the quiet things."
Mary was interested, but really wasn't sure. She really wanted a girl,
but she agreed that Anna could bring Angelo for a visit the next day so
the two could get acquainted.
Of all the child welfare workers that had handled his case, Angelo found
Anna Simms to be the kindest and most concerned. She was young, just out
of college, and she took her cases seriously; in truth, she was not sure
of herself yet, and often wondered how she could even be trusted with the
job of trying to save children.
Angelo thought Anna was very pretty, and always liked how she dressed.
Anna, of course, being a self-conscious young woman, thought she was too
fat, her face too round and her hips too big. She was careful to dress
in simple styles, usually flowing skirts, flats and loose blouses of
single colors.
At her third visit with Angelo, Anna wore a floral taffeta skirt of a
mixture of violets, greens and browns and a plain violet peasant blouse.
The boy smiled broadly at her, saying, "You're dressed pretty today, Miss
Simms."
"Why, thank you, Angelo. It's nice of you to notice. But this is just a
plain outfit."
"It's such a bright, cheerful skirt and you look nice in it."
"It's so nice you notice things like that. You'll find your girl friends
will enjoy compliments like."
Angelo blushed. He, of course, had no girl friends, but he did enjoy the
company of girls. While at the current foster home, he befriended a
neighbor girl his own age, and the two of them usually did things
together, going to the movies, taking trips to the mall and watching her
shop for clothes. He never liked doing things with boys; he felt awkward
with boys, feeling unable to compete.
On the day of the visit, Anna was dressed in a brown plain pencil skirt,
a pink camisole under a gold jacket and short heels. Angelo, of course,
complimented her as he usually did, as the two walked to her car for the
trip to Mrs. Dayton's home.
"Are there going to be other boys at her house?" Angelo asked during the
drive.
"No, honey, you'll be the only child there. She's a widow and had three
sons, all of whom live elsewhere. She's very nice."
Angelo was silent, looking at the small houses that lined the street, all
with lawns neatly mowed. He had never before lived in any kind of an
orderly household, having been raised by a mentally unstable single
mother, so that by the age of eight he often had assumed the household
chores like cooking, washing clothes and keeping house clean.
"Oh, if she's used to boys, she won't want me," he said to Anna.
"Why do you say that?" She was stopped at a red light, and looked over
to see this diminutive boy. He looked so tiny and scared. She couldn't
help thinking he looked very much like a young teen girl, with his
slender arms, narrow shoulders and long dark hair that flowed to his
neckline.
Angelo reddened. "Well I'm not big or strong. I bet her boys were.
She'll hate me for being so weak."
"Oh no, honey, Mrs. Dayton is very kind. You'll like her."
Angelo hung back as they rang the doorbell at Mrs. Dayton's home; in what
seemed just an flick of a second, the door opened and Mrs. Dayton stood
there, tall, commanding and seemingly filling the whole door.
"Come on in you two. I'm so anxious to see you Angelo," she said with a
pleasing lilt to her rather husky voice.
Anna introduced Angelo who held out his slender hand, finding it lost in
the grip of the older woman's hand.
"Anna has told me so much about you, Angelo. I can see why she wants you
to be in a good home. You look like such a sweet boy."
"Thank you," Angelo said, knowing he wasn't always "sweet" and had shown
his times of temper or stubbornness, particularly with people who didn't
treat him nicely. In times of frustration, he was known to cry, often
loudly. "Quit crying like a girl," his uncle had told him roughly.
Mrs. Dayton had prepared punch and cookies for the visit, which they
enjoyed at her kitchen table, a modest room, but sparklingly clean.
Angelo was impressed when he saw no unwashed dishes in the sink; at his
current foster home, the floor was sticky with spilled Kool-Aid or table
scraps and dishes were piled high in the kitchen.
Mrs. Dayton had a warm smile and a pleasant laugh, coupled with her husky
voice. As Angelo feared, her boys were big and strong; framed pictures
displayed all three of them in football uniforms from their days in high
school.
Anna said Angelo would be free to move in within a week, if Mrs. Dayton
was ready for him.
"Well, that may be a problem," the older woman replied. "The room I
planned for a foster child is set up for a girl. I thought I was getting
a girl."
Angelo felt crushed. He liked this lady, and could see she'd be a
marvelous foster parent, perhaps the kindest he'd ever lived with.
"How soon could you get it changed over?" Anna asked.
"I'm not sure. I had it painted all pink and white, with some pretty
flower designs; even the bedspreads and curtains and other furniture are
for a girl. I can't afford now to change it."
Angelo felt tears well up, as he considered the possibility that he
wouldn't be staying in this house.
"Anna, Mrs. Dayton," he said, tentatively. "I won't care how it's
painted. I like it here."
"Let's look at it," Anna suggested.
Angelo had to admit when he saw the room; it was clearly set up for a
girl. There was a canopy bed, with pink, yellow and blue lace trimming
the top, with matching bedspread. There was a vanity draped with similar
cloth and lovely drapes. There was a fluffy stuffed rabbit in the middle
of the bed and two white stuffed cats sitting in the reading chair, also
with cushions and back rests of the same design. The room even had a
sweet perfumed smell.
"Well, now you know what I meant," Mrs. Dayton said.
Angelo entered the room, walking in front of the two women, and ran his
hands over the cover of the bed. It was obviously a brand new bed, and
he was pleased that he would be its first occupant.
Anna said, "Yes, it's too bad. This is really for a girl."
Angelo felt a pang of fear: Were they not going to let him stay in this
house, just because of the way the room was decorated?
"Can't I stay with Mrs. Dayton?" Angelo asked. "This house is so nice."
"Well, it's up to her," Anna said. "She wanted a girl."
Angelo couldn't help it now; he started to cry, just a soft sniffle, but
definitely he was crying. In his own mind, he was telling himself, "I
can be a girl for her."
Anna quickly came to him, hugging him, and brushing his face with a
tissue. Mrs. Dayton came over to him as well, holding his hand.
"You're such a darling," Mrs. Dayton said. "If he doesn't mind the room,
I'd be glad to have him."
"Oh Mrs. Dayton," Angelo said, looking up with his tear-stained face. "I
like the room. I can stay here, then?"
"Oh yes, you can, once we get all the details taken care of," Anna said.
"Would it be OK, Mary, if we let Angelo stay in here to get acquainted,
while we talk in the kitchen?"
"Yes, Angelo, make yourself at home here. Don't worry about all the girl
clothes in the closet and dresser. We'll take those out before you
return."
"Oh I don't have much. You can keep them in there if you want," Angelo
said.
He'd never slept in a room by himself before. This would be heaven. The
room felt comfortable to him, even though it was fitted for a girl. He
pictured himself sleeping in the bed, his hair flowing prettily on the
pillow, looking very much like a girl.
Yes, he felt now, this room would be perfect for him. As he sat in the
chair, holding both fluffy stuffed cats, he felt so much at home. When
Anna and Mrs. Dayton returned, Angelo had curled himself up in the chair,
his legs tucked under him, gently petting the stuffed animals. The two
stopped at the door, momentarily looking at this very pretty boy so at
peace in this room meant for a girl. Mary Elizabeth Dayton now realized
she had found just exactly the sweet child she had been looking for. He
looked so fragile and delicate and, she realized, so much like a girl.
Chapter Two: The Dress
It was all arranged: Anna Simms would bring Angelo over Friday morning
to begin his stay with Mary Elizabeth Dayton. His prospective foster
mother had already instructed Angelo to call her "mother" or "mummy" from
now on.
"I finally have a daughter," Mary mused to herself as she and the social
worker had found Angelo cuddling the stuffed animals, looking so much
like a girl.
"So you've got a foster child now, Mrs. Dayton?" Anna Simms said. "He
looks so happy to be here, I can see."
The boy had been day-dreaming when the two entered the room, realizing
how comfortable it would be with Mrs. Dayton. In truth, he felt he'd be
so happy not to be facing those nasty boys in his current home-setting;
now, he would be able to follow his own inclinations, which often led to
reading, writing poetry, doing rough drawings of women's fashions, and
fantasizing about being a girl. Angelo also loved to paint flowers and
floral settings, prompting his 9th grade art teacher to praise him for
his sense of color. "You're pictures have an airy, sweetness to them,"
she had told him.
When he woke to the realization that the two women were watching him, and
heard them say "it's all arranged," he leaped from the chair, still
holding the fluffy stuffed cats, and skipped across he room.
"Really? Really? I can live here. This is just the best room I could
ever have."
"Oh you like it this way?" Mrs. Dayton said.
"Oh yes," Angelo said excitedly. Suddenly he stopped himself, realizing
he told the two women he liked the room as it was, all frilly and girly.
"Oh, it's nice, but I suppose it's not too much like a boy's room. But,
I don't mind. I don't want to put you to any trouble, Mrs. Dayton... I
mean, mother."
Mrs. Dayton drew him tightly to her body, hugging him firmly, but gently.
"I think you and I'll do just fine together."
After they were gone, Mary Elizabeth Dayton was truly excited. Her
disappointment at not having been given a girl to raise as a foster child
was quickly overcome by watching Angelo during the visit. This pretty
child would easily become the daughter she always wanted, she was sure.
The best part of it, too, was that she felt certain he would love being
her "daughter" just as if he'd been born a girl.
Ten minutes later, Mary 5lizabeth Dayton was on the phone to Sharon
Caldwell, her dearest friend.
"Well, I met my new foster child. She's a 15-year-old sweetheart. I
think I'll love her so much."
"Oh Mary, that's so nice. What's her name?"
"Angelo. She's got light brown hair and is cute as a button."
"Angelo?" her friend asked. "That's a boy's name, isn't it?"
"Oh my, yes. Actually, he is a boy, but he's so pretty and he looks so
fragile. Not at all like a boy."
"Mary. Watch out. You don't want to be calling him a girl to his face."
"Sharon. I think he likes it. I think he's a girl at heart. I'll bet
you I'll have him in dresses in a week."
Her friend didn't reply right away.
"Sharon, Angeko could be a nice friend for your Tanya."
"I suppose, Mary. But do be careful. Child welfare won't want you
monkeying around with his gender."
"Really, Sharon. You and Tanya should come visit us next weekend. You
can see for yourself how pretty my little child is."
Mary Elizabeth hung up the phone, now busy plotting as to how to turn
lovely Angelo into a girl. She was smiling, thinking of how the child
would look in the pink baby doll she purchased for Julia, the girl she
was originally expecting.
****
Angelo had returned to his aunt's house, retreating to the tiny bedroom
in which he shared a bunk bed with Tony, his 13-year-old cousin. Angelo
had grown to despise the younger boy, who was already taller than
Angelo's five-foot three-inches, and demonstrably stronger with a
developing muscular frame. The younger boy seemed to take great pride in
grabbing Angelo by his skinny, weak arm, and doubling it back. Much as
he tried to resist crying, Angelo eventually would cry, "Stop It," with
tears coming down his face.
"Say pretty please, little girl," he loved to taunt Angelo.
It was obvious Tony had seen the girliness in his cousin's mannerisms,
the way he flicked his hair and tucked his feet under his butt while
studying or drawing pictures. Angelo tried to hide his gentle nature
while in this family, which thrived on meanness and macho activity. Even
Maria, Tony's sister, had pinned Angelo down in a wrestling match in the
living room.
Angelo felt shame at his weakness, at being unable to defend himself
physically, even against girls. Instead, he took great comfort in those
moments he could picture himself as a girl, retreating into a girl's
world of beauty, gentleness and love.
He laid in his upper bunk, wishing tomorrow would be Friday and he could
leave this nasty house and move in with his new mummy where she was ready
to treat him with gentleness and love. He found himself, for the first
time in his life, looking ahead to when he could be as girlish as he
wanted; perhaps, he even wondered, he could be a girl. He dosed off
finally, nurturing the thought, believing it possible since he was so
feminine in nature.
The next morning he awoke with even greater anticipation. His new mummy
wanted a girl, he knew. Perhaps, he felt, I can be that girl. In the
privacy of the bathroom, he posed in front of the mirror, his body naked.
"Oh yes," he mused. "I can be a girl." He posed coquettishly, flicking
his hair with a limp hand and now admiring his slender, pretty body. It
was a smooth body, unmarked with muscular bulges; narrow shoulders and
thin arms added to the illusion. Yes, he felt, he could be a sweet girl.
*****
It was a beautiful, warm summer day when Anna Simms picked Angelo in the
early afternoon Friday; there were no tearful good-byes from his aunt or
Tony and Maria, although Maria did whisper into Angelo's ear that she
would miss him. "I'll miss you too, Maria," he said. "We had some fun
playing."
Maria laughed, "I remember how you and I used to run to the park and play
hide and seek. Remember when you couldn't find me and got scared and
went home for Tony."
Angelo reddened. When he couldn't find her, he got afraid. He thought
maybe somebody had kidnapped her, and had run excitedly in the park, his
arms flailing about like a girl, getting the whole family looking for
Maria, who was perched in the crotch of a tree all the time, hidden by
leaves.
Yet, he liked Maria, though she was only 12 and he about 15. Their fun
was innocent and easy going, with Angelo seemingly fitting into the world
of 12-year-old girls.
Anna Simms was quiet in the trip over, saying only, "I hope this works
for you, Angelo. If you're not comfortable, I want to know right away,
OK?"
"Oh Miss Anna, I think this will be OK. Mrs. Dayton seems to want me,
even though I'm not the girl she wanted. And, I think I'll like her."
Anna placed her right hand gently on Angelo's arm as she drove on,
saying, "Well, you're really a nice boy. I want you to be happy there."
Angelo smiled. He was convinced he'd be happy there, particularly in the
girlish atmosphere of his new room.
"You can take you're stuff right to the bedroom, Angelo," Mary Elizabeth
Dayton said after Anna Simms had completed the details of the placement
and left.
"Ok, Mummy," he said, picking up his one suitcase and a plastic bag of
his few art materials and books.
"I'm afraid I haven't cleaned out all the girl stuff yet."
"Oh that's OK. The room is fine."
"We can take down all the frilly decorations and put up a few soccer
posters or something that's better for a boy once you settle in."
"Oh, mummy," Angelo said, stopping in his walk to the room. "That's
fine. I like the room the way it is."
Mary Elizabeth smiled to herself. She was going to have no trouble
making him into a lovely girl.
"Mummy," Angelo yelled from the room. "Come here please."
"Yes, honey," she said, hurrying into the room, knowing full well what
was causing Angelo's yell.
"You have a pink dress laid out on the bed. Should I put it back in the
closet?"
"No honey, I thought you might like to wear it later for me."
"Me? Why? I'm a boy."
"Well, I think you'd look lovely in it."
"Oh but mummy? Do I have to?"
"Only if you want to. I won't force you, but when you here the other day
I noticed you had taken it out of the closet. You held it up to yourself
in front of the mirror. I saw you from the kitchen in the mirror
reflection. You looked so pretty in it."
"Oh but mummy. Is that right for me to wear girl's stuff? What if
somebody sees me?"
"There's no 'right' or 'wrong' in that," Mary Elizabeth said. "If you
like wearing girl's clothes, do it. We'll just do it here in the house.
No one else will know."
"Mummy. I might like to try it one time. Just for you. I want you to
be happy you're letting me live with you."
"Honey, I'm happy having you however you dress."
She gave Angelo a tender hug, and the boy responded by hugging her back
even more firmly. She felt his delicate, dainty body within her sturdy
hug, suddenly realizing how ill-prepared this boy would ever fit into the
tough, hard world of men.
Mary Elizabeth then went into the dresser, finding pink satin panties and
a lacy matching bra, both still in their packaging.
"I bought these expecting another girl, named Julia, but she's going back
to her mother, so I'm pleased for her."
"Were all these clothes for her then?"
"Yes, and I can take them back, but they look pretty much to be your
size. If you like them, we'll keep them."
Angelo blushed. He liked the clothes very much; he'd examined them the
other day and day-dreamed about wearing them.
"I've never seen so many nice clothes for a girl," Angelo said. "Most of
the girls in school all dress so ratty these days."
Mary Elizabeth began opening the bra and panty package, explaining: "I
want you to totally undress and then put on the panties."
Angelo hesitated. "Now?"
"Yes, silly, now. You're so cute. I raised three boys so I know what
your plumbing looks like," she laughed.
Nonetheless, Angelo turned his back to Mary Elizabeth, totally disrobing,
leaving his pants, shirt and underwear in a clump on the floor, and
quickly stepping into the panty.
"Now, my darling," Mary Elizabeth said firmly. "Girls keep their rooms
neat and don't drop their clothes any place on the floor. Pick those
clothes up, and fold them neatly on the chair."
"I'm sorry mummy," he said, now stooping over to do as ordered.
The new foster mother smiled to herself, as she saw this 15-year-old boy,
wearing only panties before her. He was so tender-looking; his narrow
shoulders, slender arms, smooth back and cute behind made him look
completely girlish. She knew he'd soon love being the girl she always
wanted; in fact, he'd be perhaps sweeter than any other girl in the
foster care system.
She helped him on with the bra, stuffing some tissues into the cups,
realizing that she'd have to get breast forms soon.
Mary Elizabeth took a new pair of knee-highs out of a package, and
ordered Angelo to sit in the chair, sticking out one leg at a time while
she slowly put on each stocking. She marveled at Angelo's slender feet
and ankles and soft thighs. This child was too beautiful, too feminine
to waste in boy clothes, she mused.
"Watch me how I do this," she demanded. "Soon you'll have to do this on
your own."
"Yes, mummy," he answered, slowly beginning to realize that his new mummy
was aiming at making him into a girl. His brain told him he should tell
her to stop, but his mouth said nothing.
She placed the feet into the stocking she had rolled up, filling out the
feet, then ankles, calves and finally the thighs. She smooth out the
coffee-colored sheer hose as she did it.
"Could you do this on your own?"
"Yes, mummy. I watched my own mother do that."
They put the baby doll dress on over his head, and tied the cloth belt
that created a high waist, with the flowing skirt ending in mid thigh.
The dress had a square bodice, and fluffy lace trim. His skinny arms
poked out of puffed-up short sleeves, and the dress flowed generously
below the waist, accentuating the breadth of his hips.
Sadly the shoes, black patent leather pumps, without a heel, were tight
on his feet, but still wearable.
"We'll have to return these tomorrow and get you some that fit," she told
the boy.
"Let me see how I look," he said.
But she held him back. "No. Let's finish you up first."
She brushed his hair, a fine light brown hair. It went to his neck and
could be fashioned either as a boy or girl style. She brushed it back,
letting it flow naturally, then wrapping a pink ribbon over the back.
She then applied lipstick, a light pink color that brightened and made
his full lips glow. She following with eyeliner and darkened his
eyebrows a bit, trimming them slightly with a scissors.
"Now stand up, my dear," she ordered. "And look at yourself in the
mirror."
"Oh mummy," he squealed. "I'm pretty."
Angelo saw only a teen girl staring back. He did a little twirl,
daintily flicking his hand, posing as a model, although in an awkward
manner.
"No darling, you're beautiful," she responded, hugging him tightly as the
two looked in the mirror together.
"And mummy," the boy said. "You're beautiful, too. I love the dress you
wore today."
"Why thank you honey. I wore this just for you. Mummy doesn't get much
chance to dress up these days, and I thought I would. This is such a
special occasion."
Mary Elizabeth was a tall women, still slim, but with a little tummy
developing. On this day, she wore a blue chiffon dress over a light blue
slip. Even in her mid-fifties, she still had lovely, slender legs and a
pretty neck. She let her hair flow freely, and had modest lipstick on.
"Mummy, I think we're both beautiful," Angelo said, adding after a
hesitation. "Just like mother and daughter."
Mary Elizabeth and Angelo smiled into the mirror. Yes, indeed, she
thought, mother and daughter.
"But Angelo is no name for a girl," she said. "What shall your name be?"
The boy thought for a minute. "Why not Angela?"
"Why not?" she said. And they both hugged again.
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