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Orphan 2
By Susan Brown
Mandy lived in a semi on the nice side of the town and the garden looked
pretty and well looked after.
As I walked up the path I remembered the garden at my house. I had helped
my mum and dad in the garden, it was fun. I loved getting all mucky and
everything. We had a nice house; it was detached and had a lovely back
garden.
I sighed as I walked up the path.
Mandy had a key in her hand and she opened the front door with it.
I followed her in and found myself in the front hall. It was nice and
bright and had flowery wallpaper and a red carpet on the floor.
"Right, Mark lets go make a cup of tea and I'm dying for a ciggie."
We went into the kitchen diner, it was smaller than I would have thought
considering the size of the place, but it was neat and clean.
Mandy put the kettle on and motioned for me to sit on a chair by the
kitchen table.
I sat down and watched her - more reminders of my mum in our kitchen and
sighed.
"What's up, pickle?"
"Sorry?"
"You sighed. Is there something wrong?"
"Just a bit sad about things."
"I know, honey, life's dealt you a pretty raw deal. Never mind, things
can only get better."
"I don't see how dressing and living as a girl will make things any
better."
"Here, there is nothing wrong with being a girl, you know!"
"Sorry, it's just all - you know."
She lit up a cigarette and my nose wrinkled at the smell.
"Sorry, honey, it's my only vice."
"What's a vice."
"Something you shouldn't be doing."
"Like what?"
"Do you always ask so many questions?"
"Yes, Mum says..."
I stopped, tears starting in my eyes, Mum didn't say anything anymore.
"Look, Mark, don't stop thinking about your mum and dad, they are right
there in your head all the time. You need to have time to get over them
not being with you anymore, but don't ever forget the nice times. The
pain will go, honey, I promise."
She came over and gave me a hug.
"Mandy."
"Yes sweetheart."
"What am I called?"
"Sorry?"
"What girls name do I have?"
"Oh yes, sorry about that. I hope you don't mind and it is only til we
find a permanent place for you, but I told, Miss Ormrod, the house matron
that your name is Stephanie."
"Why Stephanie?"
"It's my nieces" name, I always liked it."
"Yes it's OK, I guess."
"Don't you like it?"
"I prefer Mark."
"I know honey but it's only for a while. Now lets have that tea, it
should be drawn by now."
She stubbed out her smelly cigarette in a well used ash tray and made us
some tea.
"There you are, get this down you,"
I sipped the hot brew as Mandy told me what we were going to do.
"Now, this is the plan. In a minute, I will go up to the loft and get
down a couple of cases. It has some of my daughters" old clothes in them.
Then we will try them on you and see if we can get away without buying
much. If we need anything else, we'll pop to the shops and get the
necessary. OK?"
I nodded, still not sure that this was a good idea.
Mandy finished her drink and went upstairs. There was a lot of banging
and bashing and a couple of muffled words that sounded a bit naughty and
then I heard a shout.
"Mark, come up here please."
I went upstairs and through an open door I could see Mandy. It looked
like she was in her bedroom.
"Come in."
I went in and saw on the bed, a whole pile of clothes, girls" clothes.
"Right, I know that you are probably a bit shy about your body, most kids
especially boys are, but I've seen it all so take all your clothes off
please then we can try some things on you."
I reluctantly got undressed.
"And your Y fronts, you can't wear them with these clothes."
I could feel my face go red as I took my pants off.
"That's better. Now, luckily, I have some unused panties that I bought
for Sandra, my daughter, they were too small and I didn't bother taking
them back. What colour would you like?"
"I looked at the colours on offer; there was a choice of white, pink and
yellow. I chose the white ones.
"OK slip them on."
I pulled the nylon panties up my legs. Funny, they felt quite nice and
smooth.
That's good, you are so small, and you don't really show."
"Show what?"
"Your twinkle."
"Twinkle?"
"Penis, dear."
I looked down and could see that the slightly stretchy material was
holding my boy bits in. I went beetroot again.
"Oh."
"Now, I think that you should go for a dress. We don't want anyone
thinking you are a boy, do we?"
I looked at the two dresses she was holding up. One was white with thin
pink stripes going down and the other one was lemon with tiny pink
flowers, they looked a bit old fashioned to me, but hey, what do I know?
Somehow, I was drawn to the one with flowers and I pointed to it.
"Good choice, now it's a bit thin so we need to wear a slip, that means
you wont need a vest, you are too young for a bra, thank goodness, Here
slip this over your head."
I held my arms up and slid a white thing over my head. It was a similar
material to the panties, nylon I think and like the panties, it felt nice
and slippery.
"Is that why they call it a slip?"
"What?"
"Cos it's slippery?"
She laughed, "I hadn't thought of that, it's so your dress doesn't cling
to you and also it helps stop it being see through."
I scratched my head, this was getting a bit difficult; it was like a
whole new language.
"Right, arms up again."
I put my arms up and Mandy helped me put on the dress.
"Right, turn around and I will do up the zip.
There was a zippy sort of sound and then it was over, I was locked in a
dress!
"Sit on the bed, love."
I started to sit down.
"Stop!"
"What I do wrong?" I said a bit flummoxed.
"What did I do wrong , you mean. When girls sit down, you smooth the back
of the dress with your hand so you don't get it wrinkled."
"Like this?" I said as I put my hand under my bottom and moved the fabric
forward.
"Got it in one, well done Stephanie!"
"I'm Mark."
"I know honey, but dressed like that you don't much look like a Mark and
we need you to get used to the name."
"OK," I said hesitantly, with some reservation and not a little fear.
"Here are some white ankle socks, and a pair of shoes, lets hope they
fit."
I put on the white socks first and then tried the shoes. They were black
and shiny and had a very small heal. A thin strap with a buckle held them
on my feet. They fitted, but were a tiny bit loose.
"Try tightening the strap."
I did as I was told and then walked around a bit.
"They fit OK, I think."
"Good. Now sit on the stool."
I sat down at the dressing table. There was no mirror so I couldn't see
much of what I looked like.
Mandy picked up a brush and started doing things with my hair. She
tugged, pulled and teased it this way and that.
"Lucky you have fairly long hair. When did you last wash it?"
"Last week."
"We haven't got time now, but wash it as soon as you can and use
conditioner."
She continued to mess with my hair until she was satisfied with the
result.
"That will have to do. You will get some help from the Sally Mason when
you get to the home. She has kindly agreed to help you fit in and help
you along until we move you."
"Is she the matron?"
"No, she is one of the supervisors; she's nice you will like her. Now, do
you want to see what you look like?"
"I suppose."
"Well, don't be too enthusiastic. Come over to the wardrobe."
I got up and walked over. The dress and slip felt funny on my legs. Not
funny ha ha, but funny peculiar.
She opened the wardrobe door and there I was... Only it wasn't me, or was
it? The reflection of the pretty girl looked a bit like me and when I
felt my hair, the hand moved at the same time as mine. My mouth was open
- it was me!
"Cat got your tongue?"
"I...I'm pretty."
"Yes you are, honey. There is no way, looking like that you can ever be
considered a boy."
"But it's only clothes and different hair style; why do I look so, um
like a girl?"
"Because you are young, thin, have a nice face and not many manly muscles
yet and you have delicate features. I noticed that as soon as I saw you.
That was why we felt that you could get away with this. Don't get me
wrong, but we thought that you could easily be taken as a girl, if you
wear the right clothes. As you can see, it worked."
I looked at myself again as Mandy started to load the suitcase with the
clothes that I was to take with me.
"Stephanie, Stephanie pay attention dear and stop ogling at yourself in
the mirror. Come over here."
I reluctantly left the mirror and walked over to the bed.
"Now, the matron or more probably Sally will help you unpack at the home.
There is quite a selection of clothes and a number of pairs of shoes in
the cases. If you need any more, they will take care of it. Now is your
old case still in the boot of my car?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Right, when we go downstairs, we will bring your case in here and take
out your flannel, toothbrush and any other things that you can take with
you. The rest we will leave here, is that all right?"
"OK, if you think that's best."
"Yes, we don't want your boy clothes to be seen by anyone at the home.
Right, let's get going."
Mandy carried the cases downstairs and I followed her out to the Vauxhall
Viva. She opened the boot, opened my case, took out my toilet bag and was
just about to close it when I remembered.
"Stop!"
"What, love?"
"Can I take my book?"
"Of course you get it while I sort your other cases out."
I rummaged around and took out my "Biggles Sorts it Out" paperback and my
small teddy and then shut the case up.
Mandy glanced over.
"Biggles? It's a bit boyish, but I liked them when I was a girl and your
teddy looks nice. I'm sure we can get away with those without any
questions being asked. Right, hop into the car, I won't be a mo."
She took out my old case from the boot and shut it down. I was carrying
my book and teddy and I got into the car, remembering to do that thingy
with my dress as I sat down.
"My dress, that sounds funny," I thought. "Will I get away with this?"
I looked in the passenger mirror all I could see was a girl's face
staring at me. "It must be the hair," I thought as I looked at the way it
now framed my face, "Somehow, I had a fringe now, I didn't have one
before. That hair brush must be magical or something!"
Mandy got back into the car, she had another cigarette in her mouth and I
wrinkled my nose again!
"What? Look, Stephanie, it won't do you any harm. I'll open a window a
bit, OK?"
I nodded, smiling slightly. I then looked down at my legs and feet. The
dress went down just below my knees and the slip was just showing below
the hem. The white ankle socks and shiny shoes, contrasted with the pink
of my legs.
I put my hands on my lap, feeling the soft cotton material through my
fingers. I had my book on my lap and cradled in the crook of my arm was
teddy. I hadn't done that for a few years now, I was getting a bit old
for teddies, but I was insecure and concerned about what was going to
happen.
Would I get away with pretending to be a girl in front of lots of real
ones?
I watched the world go by as the car went to the home. I saw some
children playing football up against the side of the house. They looked
happy and I was jealous of that. Why couldn't I be like them and have
normal life?
I must have closed my eyes for a while as they opened with a snap as we
ground to a halt with screeching brakes.
"We're here."
I rubbed my eyes and looked out of the window. There was a large house
with lots of windows. On the front of the house, the sign said, "Lavenham
Girls Care Home"
As I got out of the car, my heart was thumping and I was trembling at the
thought of what was going to happen to me and if I would be found out.
To be continued...
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