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Scissors Sisters - Chapter Three - By: Beverly Taff List of Characters. Me: Peter; Susan(Susie): My mother; Grandma: My granny; Aunty Pauline: My mother's twin sister; Charlotte: My younger sister(By one year); Persephone & Stephanie: My younger twin sisters(By 3 years); Emily & Judith: My twin cousins(2 days younger than I me); Janice: Grandma's live in maid. Chapter Three In the hospital I woke the next morning to feel a dreadful pain in my pee-pee. I whimpered with pain and tried to sit up to find out why it was hurting so much then things started to come back to me. I felt tender hands grasp my wrists and my mummy's voice speaking softly. "Don't try to disturb the bandages my darling, you'll dislodge the catheter." I had no idea what a catheter was but if it was causing so much pain in my pee-pee then I was desperate to remove it. "Mummy, it hurts! What have they done to me?" Even as I spoke I began to recall the last night's events and remembered that something serious had happened. My mother had tears in her eyes and was obviously finding it hard to speak. Now I was getting frightened. "Am I going to die?" I wailed. My mother gave a loud sob and leaned forward to kiss my lips softly to reassure me. "No darling you're not going to die, but, - but, - Oh how could they be so stupid!" "What mummy? Who? Who's been stupid?" "Your cousin that's who, your cousin Emily and your stupid sister Charlotte!" "Why? What did they do?" "They've cut off your penis, that's what they've done!" For a moment I didn't understand. My mother wasn't being cruel, for I don't suppose there was any other way she could have put it. I frowned uncomprehendingly and made another move to try and see what had happened 'down there' but my mother tenderly restrained my hands again. "Not yet darling. Don't disturb the bandages. The dressings are protecting the catheter and preventing any infection. The doctor will be around later to check things out." Reluctantly I resisted the desperate need to rub the afflicted organ and my mother nodded reassuringly. Despite the tears in her eyes, she smiled compassionately. "D'you want a drink of water?" My mouth did feel dry. I suppose it was the after effects of the anaesthetics so I nodded nervously as my mother explained further. "You've got to drink lots of sterile water to keep your urethra open. It mustn't close up." "What's a ureth, - a ure, - what is it?" "It's the pipe in your penis that you pee through. The catheter is keeping it open but you have to pee frequently to make sure that the passage remains clear. It will sting a bit." I sat up and sipped rapidly at the water as my mother smiled encouragement. "I need to pee now," I declared. "Just a minute, I'll fetch the nurse." Mummy returned with the nurse who arrived pushing a trolley full of stuff. The nurse looked compassionately and sighed regretfully as she gave me the OK to try and pee. At first there was no pain as I 'pushed' my pee out but then the end of my pee-pee began to sting and I cried out. "Oo-ohh! It hurts! It's stinging. Make it stop." The nurse stood poised with a needle ready to send my under again if the pain became unbearable but my cries were obviously not severe enough to warrant this extreme measure and eventually my cries became silent. I sobbed nervously as the nurse reached down and inspected my urine. "Well your flow's OK and the blood stains are to be expected," observed the nurse. I shifted again for I was desperate to assuage the throbbing pain in my pee-pee but again mother restrained me and the nurse adjusted the drip that disappeared into the bandages around my groin. She smiled as she changed the fluid in the drip and patted my wrist. "This will ease the pain. I'll turn it up a bit so that you'll be more comfortable and your mother gives you more fluids." "Can I have something to eat?" I asked. "Not today, it's fluids only until the penis is sufficiently healed and there's no more risk of infection." I accepted the nurse's wisdom and she smiled reassuringly as mummy poured me another glass of water. Mummy smiled as I gulped more water. "Well at least you can pee properly," said Mummy. "You mean through my pee-pee. So I won't have to sit like a girl," I begged. "Oh I can't say darling. That's for the doctor's to decide. I meant that at least your plumbing is OK and you won't have to wear a bag." "Uuggh! Why would I have to wear a bag?" "Well if your urethra had been too badly damaged, they might have had to fit you with a special tube from your bladder and a tap to turn on and off. At least that won't happen. The doctors said if you pee this morning then it'll be OK. Look here they come now." I turned to see a white haired lady and a younger man approaching. They wasted no time and chatted to me as they undid the bandages. "Well, young man. This is a turn up for the books." I smiled wanly and watched impatiently as they eventually removed the bandages. It was the first time I had seen the full extent of the damage. Where one I had sported a penis there was now a tiny stub about a centimetre long with a metal tube coming out of it. I looked at the arrangement and squealed with disappointment. "Oh my God! It's gone! Will I be able to pee properly?" "Well, you've just passed water and the nurse said the flow was satisfactory. Were you able to stop it or did it just sort of fizzle out?" "I just sort of peed like normal. I wanted to pee so I just peed then I stopped." "Like you usually do." "Yes," I nodded. "Well that's a good thing. At least you've got proper bladder control. You'll be able to urinate normally." "What! Like a boy," I pressed hopefully. "Oh I doubt it young man. I'm afraid that's unlikely. Just look at it. I'm afraid it looks like a more modest procedure for you from now on. You'll probably have to sit like a girl. I'm very sorry, we tried every thing to try and reattach your penis but it was too damaged and it hadn't been kept frozen. I'm very sorry young man but it looks like the ladies way for you from now on," finished the older lady doctor as they re- bandaged my groin. This devastating news left me numb and perplexed. Then the doctor motioned to my mother and they withdrew to a side room where I heard no more. After an hour my mother returned. "You're to stay here until they are satisfied with your progress but the police are here. They want to question you. Just tell the whole truth exactly as it happened." I frowned nervously as a policeman and a policewoman entered with another lady. They introduced themselves and the other lady identified herself as 'The Social worker'. I was puzzled as to why she was referred to as 'the' social worker instead of 'a' social worker. They asked me lots of questions about the incident then 'The Social worker' started to ask me about the dressing as a girl thing. I told her I had dressed as a girl so that I could join the sleepover and she nodded thoughtfully. "Do you want to be a girl?" she asked. "No!" I protested vehemently. "But you like to dress as a girl," she pressed. I did not know what to say. I looked at mummy for help but she just stared blankly at the wall. I signalled my distress but she just glanced at me then smiled tightly and replied. "Just tell the truth Peter." I was in a quandary. 'Did my mother know?' I wondered. 'What would happen if I said yes?' I wondered. I fell silent as fear started to grip me. The social worker smiled and spoke softly. "Don't be afraid. Just tell the truth like your mother said." I was still not convinced. I had heard three of the village children talking about social workers in school and they all seemed to go in fear of them. What was worse was that later, one of the girls from Charlotte's class had simply disappeared one weekend and we never saw her again. The neighbouring children later learned that the social worker had taken her away. Ever since that day, Social workers were viewed with suspicion amongst the children in the village. Now one of these awful creatures was questioning me! I decided to challenge her. "Are you going to take me away like Mary Bailey?" "What d'you mean?" replied the social worker. "You stole Mary Bailey from her mum; last Christmas, she just disappeared! Now everybody in the school wonders where she's gone. What did you do to her? Is she dead?" The social worker looked exasperated and frowned thoughtfully. "Who told you that?" "Nobody told me. Everybody in the school just knows. She was crying in the night when you took her away. The other children across the street heard her screaming in the car as you drove off! I'm not telling you anything. You steal children!" The social worker looked exasperated. She had not realised that ours was a very small village. A child stolen in the night could never be kept secret, especially if she was screaming for her mother. Everybody knew each other in our village and there were few secrets. The two police officers exchanged embarrassed looks and unfortunately I saw them. This served only to reinforce my suspicions because the police had also been there when Mary Bailey was taken. Yes we kids all knew that Mary Bailey was a strange kid and that she was always filthy, but she was our strange kid. I decided to say no more. I would tell them nothing. It was bad enough that the whole school would learn that my pee-pee had been cut off and that I was dressed as a girl at the sleepover but if I admitted that I liked dressing as a girl, then my life would be a nightmare. I decided to say nothing and made my decision obvious. They tried pumping me with more questions but I remained dumb. Finally they gave up and the social worker took my mother into the side room while the police chatted to the nurses and drank coffee. I never learned what was said but my mother came out looking concerned. To my relief however, the social worker and the police left and I was alone with Mummy again. My mother looked long and deep into my face before stroking my cheek. Tears glistened in her eyes as she whispered to me. "Do you really like wearing girls clothes?" I lowered my eyes and stared at the wall, still unsure about finally revealing my innermost secret. My mother continued silently stroking my cheek and she pushed a strand of hair back from my face as she gently turned my face to meet her gaze. "I wont be annoyed if you do. In fact I think it's rather sweet." I swallowed nervously. "You won't tell anybody will you? I mean at school and stuff, not even my sisters not even Aunty Pauline or Grandma." "Nobody my darling, nobody at all." I nodded slowly and finally whispered a soft, hoarse 'yes' before falling back and slumping onto the pillow; defeat written right through my body. Mummy continued stroking my cheek then gently leant forward and kissed away a tear. I was too woebegone to respond. My world was falling in on me and I just couldn't find the energy to care. She recognised my mood and silently rose to leave, I was too deep in introspection and didn't even say goodbye. After she had left my mind turned to dwell on my horrible mutilation, there was no pain now. The drugs in the drip were obviously working. The aches and the stinging had gone and I began to feel sleepy, nothing mattered to me now, nothing cared. Perhaps it was the drugs, perhaps I was just worn out; whatever it was, I fell asleep and didn't wake until late in the afternoon. Later that evening Mummy returned with Grandma and Aunty Pauline. She waved to me and smiled then chatted to the nurses while Grandma and Aunty Pauline sat beside my bed and offered me some chocolates. I paused uncertainly. "I'm not sure if I'm allowed those yet. I'm still on water only. " I nodded to the two drips and explained. "The doctor told me this one's to feed me through my vein and this one's to stop the pain in my, - you know, - down there." My grandma sighed thoughtfully but said nothing. In truth there was little she could say. Talking only seemed to make things worse, at least talking about my pee-pee, or more correctly, my missing pee-pee. Aunty Pauline tried to be practical and pragmatic. "Well we'll look after you and do everything we can for you. Will you behave like a girl when it comes to toilet stuff?" "You mean having to sit, like a girl, you mean?" I finished for her. "Well, yes, not to put it too delicately." "I don't know. It depends how much of my pee-pee there is. It's hard to tell with the catha, - the cathe, - the pipe in. Once that comes out, I'll be able to see." "Has the doctor said when?" asked Grandma. "No. I haven't seen either of them since mummy was here this morning." With these words, Mummy arrived and smiled supportively. "The nurse says the doctors think they'll be able to remove the catheter the day after tomorrow. They came by this afternoon but you were sleeping." This factual news neither cheered me nor depressed me. What I wanted to know was how I was going to pee and what would happen if I got a stiffy. I resolved mentally to ask the doctor tomorrow. The adults stayed by the bed for another hour mainly talking about Emily's punishment but I wasn't paying much attention. Then the nurse arrived and gave me some pills whilst recharging the painkiller drip. Eventually the drugs took effect again and I drifted off again. I never even remembered my mum and aunty leaving. The next morning only the old lady doctor came around and removed the bandages. She explained, "I'm reducing the bandages today. It only needs a dressing and belt to hold the catheter in place. Here use this salve to sterilise your hands then try and see how effective it is for you to urinate." "Urinate?" I asked, puzzled. "Have a pee," she explained with a smile, "See if you can hold it and point it." She carefully removed the catheter and explained she was replacing it with a smaller one. Whilst she was changing catheters I was to see if I could use it like a boy. "Do you mean I should actually try and pee?" I asked puzzled. "No, no darling, just try holding it and pointing it. It won't hurt, it's well anaesthetised. " She demonstrated how to properly wash my hands and I followed her directions. Finally she gave me a pair of sterile surgical gloves. "Now, put these on and see if you can hold it." For the first time, I was able to now hold and see my pee-pee properly and I studied it long and hard. There was a tiny little stumpy and I tried to finger it but it was far too short to get a proper grip on it. I might be able to direct the pee by pinching the tiny stump but there was no way I was ever going to be able to tug it out of a pair of trousers and point it into a urinal. There was just not enough length. I shook my head and sobbed softly. "It's not going to work. Look, it's tiny. Will it grow back?" I asked hopefully, but already knowing the answer. She wagged her head and gave me a motherly hug. I lay in her embrace for nearly a minute then she released me and explained. "When you're older, we might be able to do a graft to make a functioning tube. Your bladder control is unaffected but there will always be a little drippy because any graft won't have a reactive urethra. You won't be able to properly evacuate the pipe like you used to. If we were to graft an appendage, it would require extra attention every time you went. You know, squeezing it empty then cleaning it with a tissue, or even wrapping it in tissue to stop any drips." "You mean I'd have to clean it like a girl does." The doctor looked at me slightly askance. "Where did you learn that girls have to wipe themselves?" "I've seen my cousin Judith go, she always uses tissues." The doctor looked at me funnily then frowned. I wondered what I might have given away but it was too late now. The doctor studied my thoughtfully then smiled again. "Are you close to your cousin?" I nodded and she carried on questioning me. "Is she the one that did this, you know, cut it off?" "No! No, that was my other cousin Emily, the stupid one. They're identical twin sisters." "But Judith, she's your friend." "She's my best friend. We build dens and do everything together." "Do you like her a lot?" "Yes. When we grow up we're going to get married." The doctor was a little taken aback but recovered quickly and smiled condescendingly. "What! You're going to marry your cousin?" I nodded a little self-consciously because Judith and I had already been 'on-line' and we knew about the taboos. I became a little defensive. "It's legal. The bible say's it's legal and the law says it's legal. Judith and I have looked it up on the computer." Again the doctor smiled and pumped me a bit more. "Have you mentioned this to your mothers?" "No, it's our secret. Nobody else knows and if you say, I'll just deny it. Nobody can stop us, it's legal." "Oh I know it's legal Peter," replied the doctor, "but it's unusual." At the age of eight, I was still ignorant of sexual intercourse so I did not think to ask about fathering children. I was to later learn about that the hard way when the village boys made fun of me and I eventually learned what the penis was for. The doctor recognised that I knew nothing about sex so she cleverly moved away from the mechanics of a penis to my sexuality. "Do you really like your cousin Judith then." "Yes!" I replied emphatically, "We're going to get married and have lot's of babies." "Do you like all girls?" "No, just Judith, she's fab'." "Do you like boys?" "Only to play football with, they're no good at adventures and climbing. Judith's much better than the boys. She's second best climber in the village. You should see our tree-house." "Yes, yes, I understand. She must be a real fun girl." "Yeah! She is." "Have you any questions you want to ask me?" finished the doctor. I hesitated uncertainly because I was a bit embarrassed to ask her about having a 'stiffy' but she seemed kind and when she asked me if I had any questions I bit the bullet. "What will happen when I have stiffies?" "You mean erections." "Yes," I replied expectantly, "Will it grow like before?" "I'm afraid not Peter. The bit that grows was inside your penis. It doesn't grow out like a snail's antenna. Special tubes inside your penis become filled with blood causing the expansion of the penis. Those tubes were what were damaged then lost when they cut off your penis. I'm very sorry, but it will never get properly hard again." "Oh! That's a pity," I responded innocently, "It felt quite nice and Judith thought it was funny." "Well, I'm afraid she won't be able to admire it any more young man because you'll not be able to grow an erection ever again." I digested this then shrugged. "She'll probably like me even more because I'll be the same as her now and we won't be able to argue over it." "Did you want to be like her then?" pressed the doctor, thinking she might have broken down the barrier. Once again, I shrugged thoughtfully then replied again demonstrating my innocence. "Uuhhm, no, not really, I like girls but I don't want to be one. It's much easier being able to do it like a boy. Still, I suppose doing it like a girl cant be too bad; after all, the girls seem to manage ok." She chuckled then smiled and finished the visit after making sure the new catheter was secured. I was left to my own devices but I was able to walk around with a bag strapped to my thigh. The other drip had been removed and I was able to eat solids. The nurse told me that lunch as at twelve and asked me what I wanted. I chose my menu then she advised me that I had better be back in the ward for twelve or I'd miss it. The rest of that morning, I walked around the hospital common room and the various public areas in my dressing gown. Underneath, I was wearing the simple hospital gown and of course no pants or panties. The dressings and the catheter prevented that. Because the bag strapped to my thigh felt a little uncomfortable, I did not wander too far and returned to my bed by a quarter to twelve. The nurse smiled and grinned. "Pavlov's dog eh?" I stared at her uncomprehendingly so she explained about a Russian scientist and his programmed dogs. Finally she added that most little boys were like Pavlov's dogs and I grinned ruefully. It was partly true. I did seem to live from meal to meal but I wasn't greedy or fat. I was too active for that. After lunch I fell asleep again, there was little else to do until the whole family arrived in the early evening after school. Judith of course was distraught to learn I had lost my pee-pee forever and Emily was suitably contrite for her part. My younger sisters didn't really understand the implications but I was a bit miffed with my middle sister Charlotte. She actually seemed happy for me. "Now you'll be like the rest of us and we'll all be the same," she declared. My mother scolded her for this then grandma took her back to the car. Aunty Pauline sighed and stroked my cheek thoughtfully as she invited Judith to sit on my bed. Judith seized the chance and reached over to kiss me softly on the other cheek. She whispered very quietly. "What's the news about peeing?" "It looks like I'll have to tutty down to pee like you." Judith sighed thoughtfully and sat back again as the nurse arrived. She spoke softly to my mother. "The doctor wants to see you and Peter in her office. I'll have to ask the others to wait here." We followed the nurse while Judith watched me go with a tear coming to her eye. I heard her ask Aunty Pauline quite clearly before I left the ward. "Is he going to be a girl or a boy?" I did not hear Aunty Pauline's reply for the doctor's office door closed behind me. Inside the doctor sat us down and smiled. "Well, tomorrow, the catheter comes out, and if everything's healed OK, you'll be able to go home." "When will I know about peeing?" I asked. "Well Peter, it looks to me that you'll have to sit to urinate like your sisters. I'm awfully sorry, but there was very little we could do except tidy up the end of the stump. We'll find out tomorrow when you urinate for the first time without the catheter. Have you had any trouble passing water? That is you know, controlling it, being able to start when you want and then stopping it when you've finished. "Uhhm, no," I confirmed. "Well that's perhaps the best news. At least you aren't incontinent. After tomorrow morning, we'll know a lot more." We returned to the ward and spent another hour chatting before my family finally bid me farewell. I went to sleep wondering what the morning would bring. I woke early and waited fitfully until the doctors arrived. They took me to a special cubicle like a large shower then I undressed completely. The lady doctor carefully removed the catheter and I flinched nervously as I felt the tube sliding out of my body. It was only a couple of inches and it slipped out easily after the special dressing was released. "Do you want to pee now?" asked the older lady doctor. I nodded and carefully fingered the little stump where once my pee-pee had been. Well stand on those tiles and see what you can do. I did as instructed and the two doctors crouched down either side of me as I 'pushed' with my bladder. The sensations felt exactly as they always had but I was disappointed to see my pee splash out without any particular direction. Instead of the familiar directional stream, it erupted then simply spread out like a garden spray and I had no way of directing the flow. There was nothing to grip and the stream just splattered out and landed haphazardly in a circle of droplets at my feet. The doctors nodded expectantly as I squeaked with disappointment. "It's no good. I can't get a grip on the stumpy and it just spreads out like a spray. Why doesn't it make a single stream?" "That's because an important part of your urethra is missing. Do you remember that the end of your penis used to have a slot not just a round opening?" I nodded agreement as the doctor continued. "Well, that particular shape makes a normal boy's urine stream into the particularly direct singly stream and it helps to reduce the drips. A girls' pee tends to be much less directional and is spread more. That's why girls have to wipe themselves after only going for a pee. I'm afraid you'll have to do the same." I looked down and was disappointed to see the residue of my pee simply dribbling out of my stumpy then trickling down my balls and dripping under my crotch. Some even dribbled down my legs. "Uugh!" I gasped as I felt the dribble down the insides of my thighs. "It's like wetting yourself. This is horrible! I won't have to wear nappies will I?" My voice rose an octave as fear took control. The doctors quickly reassured me. "No, no Peter, but you'll always have to wipe the end of your stump and wait briefly to make sure you are dry. It's what girls have to do every time. You'll be no different from your sisters. Just remember to pause briefly and wipe thoroughly." She handed my some toilet tissue and I reached under my stumpy to wipe away the dribble down the insides of my thighs. 'This is going to be such a drag,' I thought, 'I'll have to pull my trousers down and my pants every flipping time. Not to mention always carrying tissues around with me like my sisters or my mummy.' The doctor smiled sympathetically then stood up. "Let us know when you want to go again. We'll have you sit on the pan like a girl, for now you'd better wash those urine dribbles off in the shower. Was there any stinging?" "No," I replied truthfully, "There was no pain but I can still feel my pee-pee. It's funny, cos I know it's not there." "Ah, that's called 'Phantom limb' syndrome. Sometimes the nerve endings are damaged in such a way that they send messaged to the brain and it feels as if you've still got that limb, or in your case, your penis." "Will is go away or stay." "We can never tell Peter. It's different in every individual." So saying they told me to think of all the questions I had in my mind then after showering, write them down and they would answer them when they came back. Back in the ward, the nurse made me drink lots of water and within an hour, I was desperate to pee again and she told me to hold it while she fetched the doctors. When they returned, I was not only bursting but it felt like I had a stiffy. The doctors nodded sagely and instructed me to sit on the pan. I did so and 'pushed' as instructed. My pee spurted out and splashed noisily into the pan and we all looked down. "Well, the flow is fine and the bladder control is OK, so you'll not ever have to worry about that. How long did you hold it before we arrived." The nurse answered, "Fifteen minutes, measured by the clock." "Good, there're no serious injuries to your bladder control." "But I felt like I had a sti, - an erect thing." "Well that's normal Peter. Your bladder was pressing on your prostate gland and that stimulated your boy parts. You see, your still a boy inside. All the other boy bits work properly." I sat silent for a moment then asked something that had been bothering me. "Will I be able to be a dad?" "Yes Peter," replied the doctor emphatically, "and when you're older I'll explain how. You might as well go and get dressed." "Boys trousers or girls trousers I asked." "Whatever you're mother's brought. The nurse has got them in the locker." I followed the nurse to her nursing station and she took a bag out of locker with my name on it. "Go into the bathroom and get dressed," she smiled. I was glad that I was being allowed to dress in private and entered the bathroom. Inside the bag I was delighted to find and extra little bag with a note pinned from Judith. I opened it. "Dear Peter: Mummy put the clothes in but I sneaked these in for you. They're your favourite panties, the frilly oyster shell ones. Try them on and see what they look like. Lot's of love, Judith." It was signed off with a lot of kisses and hearts and I felt a lump in my chest. Judith was still my best friend and that was all that mattered. I stepped eagerly into the panties and studied the smooth rounded front were there used to be a little lump. 'Well, if I didn't look like a girl before,' I thought, 'I sure looked like one down there now.' With this thought, I left the panties on and dressed in the remainder of the boy clothes. When the jeans fetched up against the silky crotch of my panties, the feeling as the silky panel brushed against my pee made it hard again and I shuddered delightfully as my pee-pee stiffened again and I felt the strange phantom thing where my stiffy should have been. I unzipped my fly and my fingers strayed eagerly to the stiff little bud in my panties. Boy! It sure felt strange, strange but absolutely super. The silky embrace of my panties on my stumpy was just delightful. It was all I could do to remove my fingers and continue tying my shoes before emerging from the bathroom a little self-conscious and red-faced. The nurse looked strangely at me and grinned knowingly for I had forgotten to zip up my fly. She whispered in my ear and I hurriedly adjusted my jeans as she smiled. "Well at least you've got nothing to fall out darling. You'll never be embarrassed like an old man." I smiled uncomprehendingly. Old age and forgetfulness were a million years away. I went to watch the television in the patient's common room until Mummy arrived to collect me. A surge of happiness filled my breast as she appeared in the doorway. "Well, ready for the world darling?" she smiled. I nodded and grabbed the bag that had held my clothes. We said thank you to the nurses and made our way to the car. As we drove home mummy chatted. "I've spoken to the doctor so how do you feel?" "About sitting like a girl?" I confirmed. "Yes that and anything else. How do you feel about living like a girl?" "Well I will be now, if I have to sit like one that's it." "No there's much more than that darling. What happens when you want to go for a pee outside, in school for instance?" "Well I'll just have to sit to pee." "But you know what boy's toilets are like. Will you be able to handle that?" I sucked my tongue thoughtfully. Mummy was right. Boy's toilets were horrible places. Several times I had waited until I got home before going to have a 'poo'. Now I would have to sit every time. The idea of sitting on a stall where there was pee splashed all around and even lying in pools on the floor was disgusting. I fell silent as I considered the situation. Every time I had to sit down to pee, my trousers could end up lying in pools of pee. 'Uugh! The thought was awful. What could I do? I looked up at mummy expectantly. "What are girls toilets like?" "Well they're cleaner than boys. At least there's less mess splashed about." "Could I use the girls toilets then?" "That's what I'm thinking about. I spoke with the doctors about this and they are prepared to write a letter for the school, allowing you to be considered as a girl for bodily functions. It's going to be a delicate situation." "Does that mean I have to dress as a girl if I want to go in the girl's toilets?" The village school had a uniform policy where the boys wore shorts and the girls wore skirts or gymslips. All the other clothes were more or less the same except the boys wore grey knee socks while the girls had a choice of ankle socks or knee socks in grey or white. The blazers and the ties were the same but the girls wore blouses while the boys wore shirts and they buttoned up on different sides. Any children who were too poor to meet the uniform rules were helped out by a village organisation that raised money though jumble sales and fetes. My mummy explained her ideas. "I'm going to chat with the headmistress and the school governors. Most of the uniform is pretty similar; it's only the skirt thing or the gymslips that are an issue. Perhaps they'll let you wear trousers. I thought about this and asked her a question. "Are girls toilets always wet on the floor?" "Sometimes darling, I don't know about the school toilets." "Can we go and see. I want to see what they are like before I decided." My mummy nodded and started driving to the school as we continued discussing the issues. "So what are your thoughts then?" she asked me. "Well, I've been thinking, my pee makes a noisy splash when it comes out and I have to sit because it sprays a bit. There's no way I could ever stand, it even runs down my leg if I try and my balls get wet if I do when it dribbles at the end. I have to sit and wipe, like the other girls. In fact it's better if I catch it before it finishes, to make sure that none gets on my balls. It's more difficult to wipe my balls and it smells as well as stinging. It's a bit of a fiddle." "Yes, the doctor described it to me exactly the same so go on." "Well trousers mean you have to keep them up by your knees to stop them falling down to the floor and getting wet, especially in winter when we wear long trousers. They also tend to keep my knees together and that makes it harder to get down between my legs to wipe. I tried it in the hospital, it's all a bit of a fiddle." "Go on," replied mother, obviously intrigued. "Well it's much easier to just lift a skirt then pull down the knickers and let the elastic waistband of knickers grip my knees. Elastic knickers around your calves don't restrict your knees and it's much easier to stop them going all the way to the floor when you are sitting down on the pan. Then I've got both hands free to clean my stumpy and any dribbles." "Your stumpy? Is that what you call it?" "That's what it is." "How do you know all this?" wondered my mother. "I'm wearing knickers now. Judith put them in the bag. They were much easier to use when I took my trousers right off and just peed with my knickers just below my knees. If I wear a skirt then I've only got my knickers to worry about." "Oh!" squeaked my mother, a little surprised and amused. "So there's a bit of serendipity here then." "Serendipity? What's that?" "Good news, a good result from a happy coincidence. Do always intent to wear knickers?" "I might as well. I'll never need a front fastening fly again, I can't pull anything out and pee like a boy anymore." We arrived at the school and my mother made an immediate appointment with the headmistress. We were then shown around the girl's toilets while my mother explained the situation. Finally the headmistress nodded. "Well, provided you can provide the doctor's letter. There won't be an issue and there certainly isn't any risk to the girls is there? It's not as though Peter can chase them with his penis like a naughty boy is it?" "Exactly," agreed my mother, "I'm afraid it will be more a case of the other boys trying to find out exactly what's under his skirt." "Or even the other girls," added the head mistress. "Girls can be every bit as cruel as boys at this age." "Well his cousin Judith will be there to support him. They're very close." "Oh yes, of course, Judith. Well I don't think any of the girls will get passed her. She's a very sporty girl." "They both are." "Yes, exactly, so what about sport." At this point I chirped up. "I can still play football. The doctor says that inside, I'm still a boy and will grow into a man if I want." "Well that's settled then. He'll be allowed to change with the girls then go out on the football field with the boys, provided the doctor states so in the letter." I smiled at this option. The headmistress was obviously very wise. "Ok, then," my mother agreed. "If you lay down the schools conditions, I'll speak to the consultants at the hospital. It might be best it you also phone them to address any unforeseen issues." By now we had arrived at the toilets and I was allowed to follow my mummy inside. They described how things were different, the obvious thing being the lack of stalls. I was more interested in the floors where my suspicions were confirmed. The place was certainly much cleaner than the boys but there were a few small splashes on the floor. Some girls simply would not sit down firmly on the pan. The simply squatted down and consequently splashed the seat and the surrounding floor. Even if they wiped the seat afterwards, they never wiped the floor. There was no mop or bucket. The occasional wet patches made my mind up for me. In future I would have to use a skirt and knickers. I told Mummy and the head mistress this and they nodded sagely as the head mistress knelt down and smiled at me. "If you have any trouble from the other boys, don't hesitate to came and tell me." I nodded but kept my counsel. Apart from a couple of bigger boys in the top class, I could hold my own against most of the other boys. My prowess at football would also help me keep my status in the school. What I hadn't considered of course was that if I got into a fight, my knickers would invariably show. Finally I was reintroduced to the class and the headmistress explained a few changes. Naturally there were a lot of smiles and a couple of sniggers but by and large, the class seemed to accept the changes. Then, because it was the end of the school day, my mummy collected all of us and we drove home instead of taking the bus. Judith was full of questions. "Are you definitely going to wear a skirt like us?" I explained again why it was easier and she squeezed up to me and gave me a big hug. Emily apologised again and eventually I forgave her. It was no use blaming her for the rest of my life and we would have to live together. Besides, I was secretly looking forward to life as a girl. After all, I could still climb trees, and play football. The doctor had already said that I would grow up like a boy, if I wanted to. The question was, did I want to?" End of Chapter Three - To Be Continued