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Butch and Stacy 6
This part starts out withe me brooding about everybody I had met, but
then it hops around over the next two week period, so please try to keep
track!
I expected to have a rough night of it that first Monday, after Butch had
angrily torn my nightie off and then screamed insults at me. He had been
my best friend, and now he obviously hated me. I had cried my eyes out in
the arms of his mom, the lady I call Aunt Liz.
But for some reason, once I was done crying I slept well.
The next day I awoke early again but I was not feeling overly emotional.
There was this cold feeling deep under my breastbone, between my lungs,
which seemed to be where my angry sad thoughts had centered. Otherwise
though I was calm as could be.
I got up and looked at myself in the full length mirror. I was no longer
a skinny skateboarder going into ninth grade. I was a cute girl going
into seventh. I had springy eye-catching red curls, my body was sleek and
smooth, and I was developing curves, or appeared to be.
I thought about all the people who were in my life now.
Matt.
Maybe, I said to myself, this was meant to happen. Matt had been steadily
getting bigger and stronger while I remained a scrawny runt. It was
getting harder and harder to keep up with him. If I cleverly arranged the
order of the races, I could win one swimming race and draw one against
him while losing the third, as I had done last weekend. I could wrestle
him to a draw by constantly escaping pins and tiring him out. But we
could no longer compete as equals. What I was good at, such as
gymnastics, he did not consider worthy of attention. And as far as having
a lot of time with my old buddy this summer the way I had hoped, since I
was living with his family while my mom was in Europe, that was not going
to happen either. All his time was being taken up with his sexy but crude
girlfriend, Lila.
Lila.
She had made it clear I was less than nothing to her, and she had marked
Matt as her territory. That would have been fine, but it began to seem as
if she was working to undermine me in his eyes and turn him against me.
Zoe.
I had worn her clothes for three days, so I should clean and refresh
those outfits (once the washer gets fixed). She was an original founder
of the clique I was now in, and she had known me for years as Butch;
would she reveal my secret to her friends? Our friends?
Aunt Liz.
She used her nursing skills to conceal my private parts and make me look
like a girl even when I was naked. Although this was partly what had so
infuriated Matt, she seems to be squarely on my side throughout all these
changes. But twice now she has hinted that she had some secret knowledge
about me and my condition that she did not feel at liberty to share until
my mom got back in touch with us. Of course, this has just made me
insanely curious!
Cho.
I was supposed to drop over to her place today before two in order to
meet some parents I could babysit for. She was just a completely nice
person, helping me out like this, lending me money at the salon, cheering
me on whenever I did anything well. Later this week she would show me
around the no-kill animal shelter where she volunteered, and maybe I
could fit in there too.
Sarah.
She wanted me to come to the school gym this morning to meet the
gymnastics coach. Sarah would be there too, but only for a preseason
physical. She would like me to make a good impression and get a chance to
show off my gymnastic skills, but although I was humoring her I saw no
way this could lead to anything, since I would be going back home to
school in the fall and could not be part of this team, either as a boy or
as a girl.
Natalie.
Natalie was very soft spoken but she and I had shown that we deeply
trusted each other and she clearly appreciated that. She had invited me
to come over tomorrow and look at some of her works of art that she was
choosing for a juried show next weekend. She wants my opinion on which
pieces to enter, although I am no expert!
Evan.
Lila was the first to tell me, in her spiteful way, that he was gay, but
he was quite open about it anyway. I am going to be rehearsing with him
every Tuesday and Thursday night for a duet we will be doing at church.
Natalie said at the mall that she felt he was cute, and I must agree. He
is tall and has an athletic build, but with a boyish face, pink cheeks,
curly hair, light eyes, and a little softness to the outline of his
otherwise strong brow and jawline. He has a good sense of humor and is
bright and self confident, I can already sense those qualities in him.
I shook myself (and watched the girl in the mirror shake herself too). It
was time to stop brooding about all these people and get on with my new
experimental life as Stacy.
I took a sponge bath, not knowing for sure how to handle my hair now and
not wanting to ruin it (maybe Sarah or the salon could give me some
pointers).
I remembered about cleansing, toning and moisturizing my skin.
I added some light makeup, suitable for a day of running around town.
No more borrowing from Zoe! I now had my own gear. I selected a pale
lavender eyelet tee and some stretch denims, with simple white sneakers
and ankle socks.
That reminded me, I owed her some clean fresh clothes. I would hand wash
what I had worn, since the washer was out of commission. Going through
her dresser to find the items I had borrowed, I found a piece of foil
faced material with little pouches in it, each filled with an irregularly
shaped pill. I thought I knew what it was, but I asked Aunt Liz over
breakfast and she said yes, it was birth control, she had wanted Zoe to
take it just to be safe but Zoe resented it and felt her mom was too
"controlling". Apparently she had decided not to take the pills to camp;
I could have them instead.
Me? I wasn't worried about getting pregnant.
Aunt Liz told me the pills contained hormones that could help me correct
some imbalances in my body, and would make my skin smoother and
strengthen my bones. As a gymnast, I was worried about things like stress
fractures, so I took one pill right then and took one every day after
that. Liz said that she would make sure Zoe got a new scrip when she came
home, and maybe by then I could get my own.
She was true to her word; early on the Saturday morning before Zoe came
back from camp Liz took me to the local family planning clinic and got me
my own birth control prescription . They accepted my transit authority
ID, which was not gender specific. I was afraid they would want to do a
thorough physical exam, since I heard they wanted to control disease and
screen for pre cancerous conditions. But they just said they were glad I
was being responsible and if I felt uncomfortable with any exam I could
bypass it. (whew!)
Back to that first Tuesday morning: After breakfast I ran down the street
to the neighborhood drug store and got some personal items like deodorant
(unscented, the salon had advised) and a couple magazines with articles
on styles and teen girl gossip.
Then it was back on the bus and off to the school, where the gymnastics
coach was screening kids for next week's day camp event.
It was not hard to find the gym, it was the biggest building at the
school, and the only one with cars around it.
I met Sarah there and she introduced me to Coach Davis. "This is my
friend, the girl I bragged about to you!" she told the coach, while I
shuffled my feet and blushed. The coach just chuckled and said "So, would
you mind showing me a little of what you can do?"
I had always been proud of my balance and wished I could show it off on
the beam the way the girls do; I had practiced such routines in private
but never in a gym. But now I had the proper equipment here, so I took
advantage of it. I basically recreated the routine I had done for the
girls in Zoe's bedroom. I enjoyed it so much that I actually stretched
out the moves on the beam, taking time to slowly raise my legs, twist
them to the extreme (270 degrees?) and do the compact cartwheel I had
perfected for the beam.
I did my spinning dismount and nailed it again the way I had before.
Everything felt so good as I finished that it took a moment to realize
what was going on: Coach was clapping her hands in enthusiastic applause,
and quite a few other girls (see how I say "other" girls, as if I already
belonged in that group?) were stopping what they were doing in order to
watch and applaud as well.
I had not anticipated an audience! Embarrassed, I ran over to Sarah and
grabbed her for reassurance.
But the coach came over to me and said "You would be a great addition to
our team. You are a perfect age for a star! Look at the Olympians your
age, now is the time to grab it and growl!"
Star? Olympian? I just wanted to show what I could do; this was all too
much for me.
"I would like to offer you a scholarship to our camp", the coach said. "I
realize your plans for the fall are up in the air" (up in the air? Wasn't
I going back home?) "but just in case you will be available, would you
mind taking a physical? The doctor is here all week for all the teams,
and he can look you over."
I just nodded, and walked over to the corner of the gym which had been
screened off for privacy. Would he poke and prod? Would he discover my
secret? Why was I even doing this in the first place?
But the doctor was a kindly older gentleman who put me at ease and did
the basics of blood pressure and whatever they do with that stethoscope,
temperature and so on. Then he warned me that I would feel a sting as he
took a blood sample. I never minded needles, but would the blood sample
show that I was a guy? What would I do then?
As it turned out, I thoroughly enjoyed the day camp the following week. I
took the bus to the school and from there the whole group of us took a
school bus to the camp. The guys on the bus gave me the once over, while
the girls were eager to gossip. No, I told them, I had never had much of
a social life. Actually, I thought Hannah Montana was a little immature
for my tastes. No, I had not started my period! Yes, this was a new hair
style for me and the salon at the mall was fantastic....
I made many new friends there, and never had any issues of my identity
being discovered in the showers, or when changing clothes, or when rough
housing during a nature walk.
Sarah had her summer track camp there at the same time so we could visit
at dinnertime and at Monday's campfire (every other night I took the
early bus home after dinner). I even got to go over to her compound
during our recess and watch her team win a relay.
I had left the Wilson's phone number with the school doctor, and he left
me a message later that next week during the day while I was at camp.
"Stacy, we got your blood results back, and you are basically fine, but
there are a couple areas of concern. You should know, and tell your
primary care physician, that your estrogen levels are low, and you show
elevated testosterone. The elevation is not unusual for athletic girls.
But overall your hormone level seems depressed and that will affect your
growth and overall development. I am especially concerned about bone
density, which can be an issue for a gymnast."
That shook me. I had an estrogen level? I had only taken one birth
control pill before he had taken that blood sample; it could not have had
that much effect yet! And why was my testosterone low? Sure they said it
was high but that was because they thought I was a girl! A high reading
for a girl would be really low for a guy!
I asked Aunt Liz, who was a nurse, but she repeated what she had said so
often lately, that I must wait until we could talk it all over with my
mom.
That first Tuesday afternoon after I had met the coach I rode the bus
over to Cho's place, splashed some water on my face to freshen up, and
met the parents she had wanted to hook me up with. They were a nice young
couple, just getting started economically (they let me know this so that
I would not charge too much!) with two preschoolers, a boy and a girl. I
assured them that I did in fact have some babysitting experience, which
was true, and would be sure to keep close watch on their children. I
would not be available next week because of gymnastics camp, but
otherwise they could give me 20 hours a week! At that rate I would soon
be able to repay the girls' loan for the salon.
These parents were very friendly and compassionate. They wanted to know
about my folks, so I had to explain about mom and her secret drug
interdiction work in Romania, and they were very concerned and
supportive. That concern might even have been the factor which made them
decide to hire me. "You seem like such a fine young lady, we would like
to help you out! And we are sure you will give our kids the care they
need." The mom even gave me a tender hug.
When Cho realized I had been so busy I had had no time for lunch, she
made up a pot of spicy noodles for us, which I devoured eagerly. "So
how's it going, Stacy?" "Everything is happening all at once! Gymn camp,
Matt is mad, a new job thanks to you...it would have been a lot calmer
to just stay as good old Butch!""Yes but then you would be missing these
delights of girlhood!""Oh, you mean changing diapers?""Yes, but don't
forget you also agreed to help me clean out animal pens this weekend!"
We both laughed about that, but of course that is exactly what happened,
that Saturday and every Saturday afterward. The shelter where Cho
volunteered was always low on funds because they refused to euthanize
animals even when they got overcrowded, so they had to find food and room
for all of the critters. I was glad to help as much as I could, and found
that for some reason I got along better with the other kids there than I
had back home. Was I just more self confident now? Was it easier for a
girl to get accepted than for a guy?
When I had returned home from Cho's that first Tuesday I had been hot and
sticky and wanted to swim. But when I went back to the pool, there was
Lila waiting for Matt. "Adult swim time now; scram, shrimp" she said. I
just dove in anyway, but she came over and grabbed me and tried to push
me under! Matt came out and asked what was going on; she just said I had
started a fight and she was trying to cool me off. Matt glared at me,
saying nothing, so I just went back in the house. Things like that
happened every afternoon. When Matt wasn't around, Lila would verbally
abuse me, and sometimes shove me face down on the grass or even on the
deck. I never said a thing, or gave any sign of reaction, but I did tell
Aunt Liz, who delayed going to work several afternoons so she could
secretly get video of this stuff by using her cell phone out the back
window. This video turned out to be useful ammunition when the eventual
blowup came, the day Zoe got back from camp.
I had eggplant parm with Aunt Liz that first Tuesday night (Matt was
boycotting our table), and a nice salad, before going to the church to
practice with Evan and the organist, Mr. Waverly. We ran over a few
numbers before we decided on one that pleased all three of us. It allowed
us to do the chorus in harmony while taking turns doing the verses solo.
They both congratulated me again on how brave and composed I had been
last Sunday when facing all those strangers. Evan said "I always think
the old guys are judgng me, with their arms folded across their chest!
And the old women are such gossips." I just replied "My grampa always
folded his arms like that, but it was because it helped him breathe
better. These old folks have health issues we do not often consider! And
as for the women, with no kids around and no work, wouldn't you be
tempted to gossip to fill the time? I just imagined them as the
grandparents who loved me, and that made it easy to sing for them." Evan
stared silently at me for a moment, and then said "You seem a lot wiser
than a twelve year old, Stacy. That was really deep,"
We practiced three more nights, until we really had the number down pat.
I learned how to wait on Evan , and he on me; we were getting our timing
down, a sort of sixth sense about when the other was going to make a
move, so that everything, the dynamics and tone shading as well as
timing, was perfectly in sync. It was like football practice in a way,
when you learn how the other guys move and react so that your body can
anticipate the development of each play. Mr. Waverly smiled but sighed.
"It's a shame you cannot stay and be part of my school chorus this fall,
we could certainly use someone with your control, strong voice and
musical sense. So many sopranos rely on their range and strength that
they ignore the fundamentals." He looked wistful, but I just shook my
head (and my curls swung around my face as I did so). "You have been
great, and I appreciate everything" I said honestly, "but I still plan to
go home for school. If nothing else, I hope my mom would miss me if I
didn't."
Evan told me that there was a chance we could do one more duet before
summer ended, and I told him it sounded like fun. But just in case that
didn't happen, he continued, would I consider going out with him to a
movie that Saturday night, the night before we would be singing together?
It might be our last time together, after all.
Okay, for old times sake.
I had been cleaning out animal pens that Saturday afternoon as you
recall, so I had to take care to make myself extra fresh that evening. I
wore one of those ridiculous outfits from the mall, with the ornamented
flared skirts, wide open jackets and elaborate bras. Since everybody
would be looking at my chest, I made extra sure that the prosthetics
would not be obvious. I dared to try the higher heels the girls had made
me buy, although I had to practice in them first. The makeup got a more
dramatic boost for the event, with deeper tones and extra liner. It was
an evening out, after all, time to dress up a little bit. Evan picked me
up (he had a license!), wearing jeans and a blue sports coat with a silky
wheat colored tee. He wore brown loafers and no socks.
It was a fun movie, an action adventure comedy, and we had a great time.
Of course we shared popcorn, and our hands met as we dug into the greasy
tub full of calories. And we shared a drink too, with two straws, and
sometimes we would sip at the same time, with our hands touching and our
lips almost so. It seemed innocently sensual.
Finally Evan drove me "home", to the Wilsons'. I got out and stood on the
doorstep to say thanks and see you tomorrow, but Evan surprised me by
grasping both my elbows and drawing me close. "Would you mind terribly if
I tried a little experiment?" he asked. I did not dare wonder what he
meant, but nodded silently. He drew me closer, until my head was tipped
back under his. Then he kissed me gently on the mouth.
I gasped! "Was it so awful then?" he smiled gently.
"No! Not at all...but I didn't expect...I thought you were..."
"Stacy, I have never known anyone like you. You have such a generous
spirit. You are kind and brave all at once. To tell you the truth, you
are the opposite of Lila. She reeks of sexuality and you don't. But she
is nasty while you are nice, she is spiteful while you are kind, she is
manipulative while you are considerate. she is domineering while you are
warm and friendly."
I tried to put on an act. "Oh, so I am not sexual, eh?"
But Evan only grinned and replied, "Well, I did say this was an
experiment. Stacy, I feel things with you that I never felt with a girl
before. Can we give the experiment one more try?"
He held me to himself more tightly, and kissed me with passion. His
tongue probed my mouth. It felt like I was melting, like butter on a hot
summer day. Our bodies folded together as if they were one. His hands
roamed over me, and mine explored him as well. I could feel his arousal
as he pressed into me, and I into him. I heard a low whimpering moan and
was surprised to realize it was my own voice!
Finally we pulled apart. He said "You have opened my eyes, Stacy. Could I
have been missing out on something without knowing it?"
Oh my God. He was starting to think that maybe he was not gay, because he
was attracted to me. But I was a guy, so he was still really gay! Should
I tell him? Was I messing up his life?
Was I gay?
But before I had been able to frame any reply he just gave me a squeeze,
hopped in his car and shouted "See you Sunday! This experiment merits
further testing!" as he drove off.
I had so much to deal with now. Not just Evan, either.
You see, I had gone over to Natalie's to look at her work that first
Wednesday and Friday. Together we selected paintings for Sunday's exhibit
and judging. Of course I went to the show that Sunday afternoon, and of
course she did quite well! People especially liked her fantasy and
mythological themes; they sold well even when they didn't win. She made
eight hundred dollars on that day alone.
She dismissed my congratulations, saying that it had been exciting at
first, as an amateur, but now that she was considering a professional
career she had to contemplate what themes and treatments would get her
not only awards but sufficient sales to support her. She said she was
considering an "experiment" using live models (wasn't that becoming a
popular word? Why was it that I was the subject of these experiments?). I
started to encourage her and then realized what she had in mind.
"Oh but I am away at camp next week."
"Yes but it's only day camp, so you can come here at night to my place."
"But I am practicing with Evan on Tuesday and Thursday!"
"So, just come here Monday, Wednesday and Friday. See how easy it is?"
Natalie grinned.
She and I had trusted each other; she was the only friend who knew the
secret of my prosthetic breasts. Why should I stop trusting her now?
Her plan was to use me as a model of a Celtic fairy but set within
mythological scenes. Because of the campfire on Monday I was a little
late, but Natalie was all set up and ready to go. At first I only had to
pose in my underwear, and she just sketched me as if I were nude. One was
of me as an impish Diana rolling golden apples for her suitor to pursue
as he chased her. l looked coy and smug as I toyed with they guy in his
toga. "Do I really look like that?" I worried. "In the expression? No,
that's just my imagination," Natalie answered. "In your skin? Maybe I
should have another look just to be sure." So with a shudder I agreed to
pose nude, and did so for three nights that week. It seemed to me as the
week went along that each painting took a longer time; her eyes were
lingering on me, as if she wanted to memorize my form.
By the end of Friday evening there were many sketches, and most had been
reduced to oils. "I don't usually work this fast; I must be inspired" she
smiled. There I was as a Celtic Aphrodite rising from the sea, then I was
a fairy Helen launching thousands of ships, and so on.
"You have flattered me with your treatment, I look nothing like that" I
exclaimed.
"If the resemblance fails, it is only because it does not capture the
fire of your spirit," she countered.
She looked me straight in the eyes, there in her home studio, her oh so
pale eyes boring into my green ones. She placed her hands on my
shoulders.
"I have never met anyone like you, Stacy; you are so special to me" she
said, and quickly leaned forward and kissed me on the lips!
"I...I...what?!" I spluttered inarticulately. Natalie just placed a
finger on her lips as if to tell me not to try to say anything.
"I am probably a great fool," she sighed, with a sad smile, as she showed
me to the door. "But gay or not, I think I love you." And with that we
said goodbye and I rode home!
So Friday night I had a girl thinking she was gay for being attracted to
me, but she wasn't since I was really a guy although she didn't know it,
and on Saturday a guy thought he was not gay because he liked me
romantically, but he really was, because I was not a girl!
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