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Butch and Stacy
Synopsis: I always insisted on being called Butch and avoided my given
name of Stacy. It did not fit the rough and tough macho image I wanted
to project. But lately things have happened that make me not so sure; is
it time to accept my true name, and what goes with it?
"Heya, Butch! Over here!"
I recognized that voice, and the name it was calling out so loudly. I
scanned the airport waiting area and soon located him, my best friend
Matt waving his hands wildly over his head. It took no time for me to
run over to him and bump fists and elbows the way we always have done
when greeting each other.
"Whoa, you must have grown another inch since last Christmas!" I
exclaimed, looking at his imposing physique. Matt already had the
football coaches drooling, and we were only going into ninth grade. I on
the other hand was the shortest and skinniest guy in my class.
"Two!" he said proudly. "But you're lookin' good too, guy. Tough and
wiry as ever."
I nodded. Lightweight I might be, but I was no weakling.
"Say Matt, where's your mom?"
"Oh, she had to park the van; she said she'd meet us at the baggage
claim area."
"Cool! Let's go." So I grabbed my carryon and we raced downstairs to the
baggage claim area, eschewing the escalators which of course were for
the aged and infirm, and sissies. And we were none of those things.
We located the carousel on which the luggage from my flight was
circulating, and looked for my suitcases, but didn't see them.
"Maybe somebody else picked them up by accident?"
"No accident," I fretted, "Mom celebrated her promotion by getting me
top-end luggage, a lot of chrome, with onyx tone trim. It doesn't look
remotely like anything here."
"Yeah, but it does sound like something somebody might want to steal"
Matt blurted out, not thinking how that might upset me. But my thoughts
had already been trending that way anyway.
"Hi boys! Got your bags, Butch? I'm ready to roll."
"Oh, hi Mrs.Wilson." I told her my problem and our fears. She helped us
search, but soon all the baggage was claimed and the carousel was empty.
She walked over to an official looking person in uniform at a desk and
told him our situation; he got on the phone and soon a representative
from the airline came down to talk matters over with us.
"We're very sorry; incidents like this give us a black eye" she
admitted. "I see you do have the claim ticket, but our records do not
show that the luggage was ever even loaded onto any of our planes. I'm
afraid it does look like a case of theft. We will of course conduct a
thorough internal investigation, and I was already contacting the
authorities on my way down here to speak with you." We gave her our
contact information and she said that they would be sure to let us know
as soon as anything turned up.
"Crap!" I said. "There go all my clothes, and the medicine I am supposed
to take. What now?"
"There there," Matt's mom said, as she squeezed my shoulder. "If worst
comes to worst, I'm sure you can replace your things. Janice told me you
had a debit card with several hundred available, and she can add to that
amount with a simple phone call."
Janice is my mom. She and Mrs. Wilson have been best friends forever,
and we are all like family. We always have some time together at
Christmas, and over summer vacation. But this was the first year I would
be spending all summer with the Wilsons.
"It's not like you had much of value there anyway! What do you usually
wear, old T shirts, sweats, and grungy jeans?" Matt scoffed. Mr.
Sensitivity strikes again. But he was right, my clothes were nothing to
look at. The idea was to project a rough and rowdy image, you see.
"Now Matt!" his mom chided. "It's got to be quite a shock for poor
Butch. Let's go somewhere for a nice lunch and get our minds off of it."
She was so cool like that, always knowing what would help things the
most. And she was right. Some barbecue and fries and I felt better, and
the chance to catch up on events in their lives and share memories of
old times worked on me like a tonic.
"Well gang," Mrs. Wilson said, "I'd better drop you both home before I'm
late for my shift." She was a nurse at the regional hospital, an
important one too with supervisory responsibilities. But her status did
not exempt her from having to take an occasional evening shift.
"Right. Let's go!" I said, and despite the baggage incident I actually
felt as enthusiastic as I sounded. A whole summer with Matt, my best
friend!
Mrs. Wilson dropped us off at their place, grabbed a few things and sped
off. "There's frozen lasagna if I get delayed at work" she yelled out
the window as she left.
"Well, what do you want to do now?" I asked.
"Oh, the same old thing," Matt said, "Whip your butt!" And he tried to
grab me and put me in a head lock. But I squirmed out of his grip and
got behind him. We always liked to wrestle. He was obviously stronger
than I was but I was clearly quicker and more limber than he was. If he
got points for takedowns, I could get points for escapes.
"Oh yeah?" he yelled. "Think you're pretty tricky, eh?" And he tried to
spin around, but I always managed to stay behind him.
I failed to realize that he had been maneuvering both of us onto the
side yard where sprinklers had made the grass slick and muddy. Soon he
sprang his trap, throwing himself backward and splatting me into the
muddy ground. I tried to wriggle away but he got a grip on me.
The mud turned out to be my ally; he couldn't keep his hold as I wormed
myself loose. We went back and forth at it out there until he called a
break to catch his breath.
"I gotta admit, you're as tough as ever" he panted. I glowed, that was
high praise coming from Matt.
Then I looked at my clothes. "Oh no!" I shouted. "Look at me! This is
ALL I've got to wear, you know. Now what?" I was like a soldier in
camouflage, all over brown and green spots.
"Hey, I'll just toss it in the wash" Matt said.
"What do I wear in the meantime?" I worried.
We went outside and he got out a couple of his things, shorts, a robe,
but they were far far too big for me. Finally he went in the bedroom of
his little sister Zoe; she was two years younger than us. I was
embarrassed to find that her white terry robe fit me perfectly. She was
gone for two weeks at horse camp.
He dumped our dirty things in the wash with some soap, and got his
swimming trunks on. They had a nice pool, and swimming was another thing
we liked to compete in.
He dove in and invited me to join him, but i declined. "This thing would
get sopping wet and tie me up" I complained. "You are just trying to get
a competitive advantage over me."
He sighed. "I'd lend you another pair of trunks but you know they
wouldn't fit, don't you?"
I was adamant. "No swim gear, no racing" I insisted.
Matt jumped up, ran off, and came back with something teal green in his
hands. "It will match your eyes" he grinned. It was Zoe's suit of
course.
"Very pretty," I said, "but not very funny."
"Look buddy, that's what we've got, ok? If you want to swim, and beat me
(he knew I couldn't resist that temptation) then this is all we have
that will fit you. Besides, who else is going to see? By the time mom
gets back your clothes will be clean and dry and no one the wiser."
So, with some trepidation, I slide into the dark green one piece outfit.
"Is it supposed to be so tight?" I objected.
"Yes it is, that makes it faster in the water you know. It's snug on her
too; they make them that way on purpose."
"Hey now, what about these?" I shouted. Underneath the suit, two small
but noticeable mounds appeared on my chest.
Matt laughed as if he would split in two. "I forgot about that!" he
chortled. "Zoe sewed those forms in there last year, when she was
worried about her flat chest. She's filled out since then, but hasn't
been in swimming yet so she didn't change them."
I was pretty upset, and he did tease me about how cute I looked, but
still this was my only realistic chance to beat him, so I took a deep
breath, dove in and did a couple laps.
"Okay now, let's race!" I demanded. "First backstroke, then breatstroke
("You have the advantage, with those breasts!" he hooted) and finally
freestyle. On your count!"
"3-2-" said Matt and dove in. I expected him to cheat a little, he
always did, so I was right after him. We did four laps, and although his
back and shoulder muscles were much stronger than mine, I nearly caught
up with him.
But then we went into the breast stroke, and my form was much better
then his. He could never coordinate his breathing very well, and I won
easily.
Then came the freestyle; he had the advantage with size and strength,
but I was in better condition. If we had swum this race first, he would
have won, which was why I put it last when he would be winded. I won by
a body length.
"Way to go, Butch," he wheezed. "But just wait 'til next time!"
As we were catching our breath sitting on the edge of the pool, there
was a knock on the wooden gate in the enclosure that surrounded the
pool. "Can we come in?" called a female voice, and without waiting,
three girls barged into our territory.
"Remember you invited us any afternoon at this time?" said the tallest
of them. "Oh! I didn't know you had a guest! Who is she?"
I glared at Matt, who at least had the grace to blush. "My bad, I forgot
all about the invite, but of course you're welcome. This is my old
friend Butch."
"Butch??" they all said, staring at me. I realized that it had been
awhile since I had cut my dark red hair, and it was hanging over my face
and down to my shoulders (I usually kept it pulled back in a rubber
band). The tight suit and cold water had made my male members shrink out
of sight, and of course I had those mounds on my chest. "Surely that's
not your real name, is it?"
I leaned over and whispered to Matt, "They think i'm a girl! What are we
going to do?"
He whispered back fierrcely, "If we tell them the truth now, they'll
think you're a transvestite and I'm gay! We'll just have to roll with it
for now."
So I tried to smile at them, and told them truthfully "Actually, my real
name is Stacy." Mom and dad had liked this tough guy detective on tv and
named me after the actor who played him, but these girls didn't know
that.
"Oh, that's a nice name!" said the tall girl who seemed to be their
leader. She had dark blonde hair and an athletic build. "So why did he
call you Butch?"
I decided right away that rather than make up lies which I might forget
to cover later, the best policy was to stick as close to the truth as
possible.
"I have always wanted to project a strong image," I asserted. "I never
saw myself as a girly person, and frankly, Stacy seems like a girly
name."
"So, you're a tomboy then?"
"You might say that. I like skateboarding, and neighborhood flag
football, so yeah I guess so."
"Well Butch, do you mind if we swim? Mr. mental giant here seems to have
forgotten, but he DID invite us."
Matt grimaced but shrugged, so I said sure, no problem.
"Whoopee!" yelled the shortest girl as she jumped in and immediately
began splashing Matt, who took it with good grace. She seemed to me to
be oriental; her bobbed hair was dark, shiny black and neatly cut and
shaped.
The third girl was very quiet, and very pale. Her hair seemed almost
white, and you could see the blue veins right through her skin. She had
large globs of zinc oxide on her face, which she probably needed to
prevent a nasty sunburn. She said nothing but started a graceful
backstroke down to the other end of the pool.
The leader smiled at me. "I'm Sarah," she said; "I'm glad you like
sports, 'cause I do too. Want to race me, tomboy?"
I allowed as how I was a little tired after racing Matt, but still
willing to compete.
"Cho, would you count us down?" Sarah asked. The shorter girl agreed
eagerly; so that was her name then. She hopped out of the pool as we
took our positions for the backstroke. Holding her hand in the air, she
cried out: "1-2-3-GO!"
Sarah had a longer reach than I did, and won rather easily. But she
admitted the breaststroke was not one of her strengths, and I showed
better form than she did, touching the wall a split second ahead. "Butch
wins!" cheered Cho, with her fist up in the air. Sometimes people who
are really cheerful can be irritating to me, but in her it seemed
natural and not put on. I found myself taking a liking to her.
Now we stood up on the lip of the pool for the freestyle, bodies arced,
tensed, waiting for the count. I got off a better jump, which helped
compensate for Sarah's longer reach. Still, by the time we reached the
third wall she was ahead. Then she faltered just a little on that turn
while I got a good strong push and drew even with her. She surged ahead,
but I held my breath for the final push and gained a couple inches when
she came up for air.
"Slap!" Both our hands touched the final wall at the same instant.
"Tie!" shouted Cho, jumping up and down with both fists in the air, as
if this were the best possible result. "Tie! Tie! Tie!"
"Whoa, I'm tired," I gasped.
"Me too," said Matt; "I'm going to hose off and then go change. Mom
likes us to use the garden hose to get the pool chemicals off of us
before going inside," he hinted.
"We'll be in soon," said Sarah; "I'd like to take a moment and get
better acquainted with your friend first."
The pale girl swam up to me and offered a slender hand. "I'm Natalie,"
she said. "Do you like to do anything besides sports?"
"Well, I do volunteer at the local animal shelter on weekends," I said.
The adults always welcomed my help there, even if the other kids ignored
me.
"Oh, cool!" enthused Cho. "I do that too! In fact, I am even a junior
member on their board! I helped organize their last fundraiser."
"Whoa, I'm impressed," I said. She just giggled, "Oh, I just love
animals I guess, plus I'm good with math so the two things just
naturally seemed to fit together. So, is there anything else you like?"
"Ah, well, I don't talk about it much, but I do enjoy singing. I've done
a few solo parts in our school chorus."
"Ah!" said Natalie. "I'm in chorus too! It seems you like something that
each of us individually likes; what a coincidence! Say, can you sing the
two-part round of 'Dona Nobis Pacem'?"
I allowed that yes I could, so she started off and I joined in. By
overlapping the repeating melody, we created a two part harmony. She had
a strong clear voice and we sounded fine together.
She looked at me appraisingly. "From the way you talk, I would not have
thought you had such a good soprano voice," she declared honestly.
I just shrugged. "Remember, I said I did not want to seem 'girly', and
nothing is girlier than a high soprano."
Natalie pursed her lips. "You know, there is nothing so evil about being
a girl! Maybe you should try it sometime!"
I hadn't mean to seem anti-female. What could I say? "I guess I never
gave it a fair try," was all I could think of.
Our get-acquainted session was interrupted by the loud sound of Matt
cursing.
"Damned washer! !%&%$#|!"
We hopped out and ran over to him; he was holding my only clothes in his
hands. They were in tatters.
"I found a loose bolt in the machine," he groaned. "The thing just came
apart on me, and now you have nothing to wear!"
I explained to the others about the baggage fiasco.
"Oh well, I'll bet Zoe has a few things that would fit you!" Cho
suggested cheerfully.
What? How far was this charade going to go!? I looked helplessly over at
Matt for support, but he was just holding his head in his hands.
Sarah put her hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye.
"Are you afraid of looking too 'girly' in her things? Now look, I am an
athlete, I am on two teams at school, yet I am not ashamed of my gender.
Do you think we three here are somehow inferior? I am here to tell you
that you can still be yourself as Stacy and give Butch a rest, and
enjoy everything just like before, maybe even more so."
"And since Butch won't wear Zoe's things, but Stacy could, you won't
have to run around naked!" chortled Cho.
I looked down at myself. The cold water and constricting suit had
continued to conceal my secret. Could I continue the imposture after I
dried off and changed clothes? I had never worn girls' things. I didn't
know how to walk, or anything like that.
We were doomed.
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