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I am spending the summer at the home of my best friend, Matt. Due to a
mixup, the friends of his kid sister caught me swimming in her padded
swimsuit and since I'm short and skinny with long hair and not much body
hair, they thought I was a girl. On top of that, my folks had named me
Stacy after a tv detective, but nicknamed me Butch which was what I always
went by. But when they found out my real name, the girls thought I was one
of them and befriended me and persuaded me to let my "Stacy side" out
more. One thing led to another, and now I look like a girl from the skin
out, and am singing soprano in the church and starring at girl's
gymnastics. Matt can't stand it.
I was worried that Matt's sister Zoe would be as upset about these changes
as he was. She was coming back tomorrow afternoon from two weeks at summer
camp. Would she blow my cover and expose me to her friends? Would she make
my life hell at Matt's house?
I decided to stay up late that Saturday night until Matt's mom (I called
her "Aunt Liz") got off her late shift at the hospital, and ask her.
I did not feel too reassured although she said "Stacy, you know I have
supported you in this, against my son. I will continue to do what I can to
help. But it would be dishonest of me to pretend that your fears about Zoe
are not realistic."
She paused. "Zoe is not like her friends. They are kind and understanding,
while she can be...well, hard headed, obstinate, difficult to please, and
opposed to change of any kind. So don't be surprised if she gives us an
extreme reaction. In fact, it might be best if you did not go to the
airport with us, but waited until she got home and I could prepare her a
little bit."
But I said "I had better face her, I believe. I do not want to give anyone
the impression that I am timid about who or what I am. If there is a
confrontation, I will try to meet it in a mature way, but I will not back
down."
Aunt Liz gave me a rueful smile. "I respect you for that. Just don't say I
didn't warn you."
Tomorrow came all too soon; I was sleepy after staying up late. I took a
cold shower to wake me up, checked my legs, face and body for stubble,
and did the morning routine of exfoliate, tone, moisturize. I spritzed on
a light lemony fragrance, and put on a nice light summereight cotton bra
and panty set would feel soft and comfortable next to my body despite the
summer heat. I chose a pastel lime skirt and blouse set, in a satin-like
fabric, with a little lace trim. It felt so light and comfortable yet
showed off my new figure subtly. What a contrast with my heavy baggy old
sweats and jeans that I had used to make my skinny boyish frame look
bulkier. I wore the same simple white pumps I usually wore when going out.
If Zoe decided not to blow my cover, I'd have to add some more options,
for variety. I carried a white clutch.
After brushing out my springy red curls, I chose a silvery necklace (cheap
but pretty) with a crystal teardrop, and a silvery hair clip on one
temple.
Makeup for church would be light, a little hint of sparkle under my
plucked brows, a smudge of color over the lids, basic green tinted mascara
to bring out my eye color, some translucent blush and lip gloss.
Matt took one look when I came down to breakfast, and said simply, "Yep.
Zoe is going to freak!"
Liz replied "Maybe so, but let's cross that bridge when we come to it."
When we came to church, Evan smiled and greeted me warmly. He said that
the church choir director wanted us to reprise our successful duet, and
would like us to start rehearsing right away. I was not sure what to say;
Evan had thought he was gay, but then he kissed me, thinking I was a girl!
What if Zoe blew my cover; would he hate me for deceiving him? Could it
mess up his mind? Should I just nip this relationship in the bud while I
could?
But I just took a deep breath and said that sounded fine and we could get
together Tuesday and Thursday nights the same as last time. (Maybe, hope
against hope, it would still work out all right.)
I smiled and gave his hand a little squeeze. What in hell was I trying to
pull, playing coy? I should just find some excuse, anything, "just say
no"!
After church we had to rush to meet Zoe's plane. It was just a local
flight, but Liz had not had the time to drive her to and from camp, which
was several hours away. So, the waiting area for her airline was small,
with only a few people there.
Among them was a seventh grade girl, slender, good posture, dark hair
neatly cropped, angry dark eyes, arms crossed. Although she had just been
at camp, she looked perfectly put together; she could have been returning
from some resort.
I was surprised at how much I noticed about Zoe now, when I had never
given her a second thought before. This was probably another example of
what Liz called "male obliviousness."
"Hi honey, been waiting long?" Liz smiled as we rushed over to her. I
lingered in the rear.
Zoe shrugged without smiling, but did give her mom a little hug. "Nope,
not long, really. I just now claimed my elegant bags." She gestured over
to a couple rather worn looking duffles and a dusty garment bag.
"Heya, Matt," she said, and hugged him too. "Is something wrong? You seem
tense. And who's this with you?"
"Ah, Zoe, you do remember who was coming to visit this summer?" Liz asked,
rather lamely I thought.
"Yeah, Matt's pal Butch, but is this some relative of his or..." and now
she peered harder at me "it's got to be that, right? Don't tell me...OH MY
GOD! OH MY GOD!"
Her face went white, and she clutched her shoulders, shaking. People were
staring at us.
"Is this some game? A prank? If so, it sucks!"
Liz sighed. "Can we find someplace private to talk?"
Matt replied "There's a restaurant at the end of the concourse, it has a
bar that's open for snacks this time of day. On a Sunday, I doubt there
would be much traffic there."
Zoe planted her feet and almost made Liz drag her, but she did come along.
Soon we were seated in the comforting gloom of a pub.
"Give me the story, the whole deal. It should obviously include a damn
good reason why nobody warned me ahead of time" Zoe said firmly, her chin
jutting out. Whew, she was scary. Determined, confident, articulate, she
could make a great prosecuting attorney.
Liz tried her best.
"Stacy's airline lost her baggage so she had nothing to wear, and Matt's
outfits wouldn't fit, and we couldn't even wash out what she was wearing
because the washing machine chewed everything up. ...So she and Matt
decided to go swimming until I came home and could help get some new
articles of clothing, but the only suit that would fit was your old green
one..."
"Wait a minute," Zoe insisted. "'Stacy'? This is Butch. And "She"? It's
HE! HE!" And she glared at me.
Liz replied: "Butch was a nickname; the birth certificate always said
Stacy. And as for the feminine pronoun, it's because of what happened
right after they went swimming, so bear with me."
Zoe nodded grimly.
"So Matt forgot he had invited your gang to come over for a dip that
afternoon, and they dropped in and saw Stacy, who is short and slender and
has long red hair. The cold water and tight spandex held in his boy parts,
he has no visible body hair, and you may remember sewing some swim forms
into the bra of that suit? Understandably, they thought he was a girl and
treated him as such."
Matt chimed in, "Butch and I were afraid if we told them the truth, they
would misunderstand and think he was crossdressing, and maybe that we were
both gay! So we let them think Butch had always been a 'tomboy' with a
tough skateboarder style. They invited him out to the mall for a makeover,
to 'discover the Stacy side'! But things went too far. He could have just
said he wanted more 'tomboy' gear, and they would have accepted that.
Somehow though he went all the way over to the other side."
Finally I added "They were really friendly and accepting of me, more than
anybody has ever been before.." Matt looked sidewise at me but I just
stared right back at him. "They helped me get a lot of outfits, and we
snacked together and chatted and they got me this full salon treatment you
see. I would like to remain friends, if you'll let me."
Zoe stood up, quivering. "NO FRIGGIN WAY! What did you do after they left
that night, fantasize? Beat off in my swimsuit? What did you wear to the
mall, my stuff again no doubt? Were you able to clean the stains out of it
that night? You bastard! You queer freak! Messing with my friends! A
peeping tom pervert, a fox in the henhouse, I should call the cops!" And
she slapped me.
Liz grabbed her arm, tightly. "Enough! I don't need your approval, but
keep your hands to yourself."
Zoe tried to shake her off but couldn't; she eventually calmed down a bit.
"I have to protect my friends. They have to know, ASAP."
"No," Liz insisted.
Zoe stared at her, mouth gaping in shock.
"Stacy did none of the things you blame her for. She carefully cleaned,
dried and ironed your things and put them away. ("Hiding the evidence of
the stains" Zoe muttered) She hasn't 'peeped' or come onto the girls; they
trust me, I asked enough veiled questions that they would have given it
away if anything bad had happened. And there is something you don't know,
something not even Stacy knows, that has to be discussed but should only
be revealed by Stacy's mom, as soon as I can reach her. That's why I
didn't tell you yet; I was hoping to contact her first. She's under cover
in Eastern Europe, but please just give me one more week, seven days
without telling your friends. If we haven't reached her by then, I suppose
I will have to reveal the secret myself. Agreed?"
Zoe scowled at her plate- we had tacos- and said nothing.
"One week? I don't often make demands of you, do I?"
Zoe glared defiantly at her mom but then looked away, muttering "Fine,
have your own way, just one week, but I won't eat at table with that
thing, or talk to it!"
Whoa. I knew things might get brutal, but she really knew how to make me
hurt. "I'll try to stay away as much as I can," I said. "I can go to the
park, or something; I've got a bus pass."
"Let me see the ID," Zoe demanded. I produced it. There was my new face,
and my old but legal name of Stacy. There was also an indication that I
was female, and two years younger than I really am.
"You know this is against the law, right?" she hissed. "I say it again,
this is an issue for the cops!"
But Liz just insisted "When you hear the whole story, maybe you won't
think it's so illegal after all."
And that was that. Matt took Zoe's bags, she would not let me get within
arms reach of her for any reason, and we made a silent awkward trip home.
As soon as we got there, I went upstairs and changed into a casual outfit,
stretch jeans, a sage green screenprint tee (that said "fresh threads"),
and tan sandals. I admired my look in the mirror; girls were right,
clothes were a lot more important than I had ever imagined, they really do
change the way you feel about yourself. I might as well enjoy the
feeling...for one more week....
Everybody seemed to be working hard to ignore me, even Liz. I grabbed a
bottle of water and sprinted to the bus.
There was a decent sized gang at the park, and I noticed Sarah there. We
gave a not-so-secret handshake and she introduced me to some new people.
They had been watching guys play football but the first game was over and
everybody was taking a break.
"Hey Stacy," Sarah asked, "didn't you mention that day we met that you
were a skateboarding tomboy?"
A guy in the group took one look at me, chuckled, and said, "Yeah, right."
I took that as a challenge, and said yes indeed, that had been my style
until recently.
"Well," she said, "I brought my board with me. Want to show us some
moves?"
I trusted her; she was trying to help me fit in to this largely athletic
crowd, get accepted.
I nodded, with a little smile, and took her skateboard. I looked it over
carefully first. It was old and scuffed but in very good condition. She
had glued some gritty strips onto the surface for traction. It was a
little longer than what I was used to, but it would do.
The football area was in a lower part of the park, where the flat ground
was, so I made a little hike up a nearby incline. The hills here had
winding paved paths on them which looked just right. I chose one without
little kids or mothers strolling their babies on it, and took off.
I did a couple spins, a switch, a simple ollie and then a kickflip, just
to warm up. I flipped up onto a metal picnic table and went grinding down
the edge of one bench, up and backward onto the top of the table, then
grinding down the opposite bench.
I messed around on a couple other tables, got back on the path, gained
speed, and got some really good air, coming down backwards with a final
360 spin and kickflip, grabbing the board and walking over to the group.
"Hey, not bad! You didn't just start yesterday, did you? I'm Kevin," said
the guy who had said, "yeah, right."
Sarah grinned and said, "Kevin is a football star but coach won't let them
play here because they might get injured. Guys who break the rule and do
get hurt are cut from the team. So we just watch the games together."
("We"? "Together"? My new "girl sense" was picking up a message that Sarah
saw them as a couple, at least potentially. Kevin, predictably, missed the
point.)
"Yeah, coach is pretty tough," he laughed. "So I save my heroics for the
real games."
Sarah's strategy with the skateboard worked like a charm, and I soon got
to know everybody in the group. We sat on the grass and watched the next
game develop.
"Ow! That receiver's awful, the pass bounced right off his hands!"
somebody griped.
"Well, it's just a pickup game, isn't it?" I responded. "It's hard to look
coordinated when you're not used to playing as a team. It's not just about
individual talent or effort; you have to understand and anticipate each
other."
Sarah looked at me appraisingly. "That's one of the things I like about
you, kid," she said, as she grabbed my shoulder and gave me a friendly
shake. "You know about things that really matter; you've got a grip on how
people operate."
I grinned. "Nah, I just like football."
"And do you like some of the guys who play football too? Be honest now."
I thought, "Well, Matt of course, but we have not been seeing eye to eye
lately....is Kevin as nice as he seems?" I changed the topic; it was
getting uncomfortable.
"He is amazingly cool, just a down to earth guy who gets along with
everybody. You would never know that Lila was his sister."
I gasped. "They look nothing alike!"
Sarah grinned wickedly. "It's amazing what many thousands spent on plastic
surgery will do."
"Huh?"
"Yep. I've known them both all through school, and she used to look just
like Kevin."
I looked over at him; stong jaw, thick brown hair, muscular neck, a heavy
brow ridge, wide nose, uneven complexion. Then I looked back at my friend,
who nodded. "Good looks- for a guy! But their mom has some secret friend
who paid for tons of work. Of course Lila just throws a fit until she gets
whatever she wants. Kev could get things like that too, but all he really
wants is a Mustang."
I leaned closer. "Isn't he a lot older than you?"
"Not really; just a year older than Lila, which means a year older than
Matt. When we're in our twenties, a difference of three years won't mean a
thing."
"Got it all mapped out in advance, haven't you?"
"They do say it pays to plan ahead."
"Speaking of which, is there someplace around here to grab a sandwich,
Sarah? I failed to plan for supper."
The game was winding down and people were drifting off in small clumps of
two or three.
"Just follow the herd," she chuckled. "Most of us will end up at the Hub;
it's a couple blocks away."
So I walked over there with her. Kevin came too, which did not surprise me
at all. Another friend of his tagged along.
When we got to the Hub, we had to wait in a line outside. The smells of
fried food made me hungry! There was one table empty, a little round thing
with one pedestal-style leg and four chairs, tucked into a corner.
When the girl came to take our orders, I played it safe and just asked for
what Sarah had requested, a chili dog and onion rings, and water. The guys
got bowls of chili, and burgers and fries.
I was across from Kevin, which meant that his buddy sat on one side of me.
Kev and Sarah were deep in conversation about something, so this guy
turned to me and said "That was pretty good grinding you did."
I grinned. "Thanks! I used to spend most of my time goofing off like that.
I wore a ballcap, baggy jeans and sweatshirts all the time, and everybody
called me Butch."
Now he looked at me closely. "No kidding? That's hard to picture. You just
don't look the type."
"Appearances can be deceiving," I responded. "Sarah and her friends talked
me into trying a new lifestyle."
"Amazing," he said. "They should go with you on one of those 'before and
after' shows on tv."
I snickered and he chuckled.
"Did they add the green eyes too, or was that part of the original
equipment? Just curious."
"Hmh? Oh, no, I don't wear contacts. the eyes and hair are the same as
ever, only treated with more kindness you might say."
Suddenly he startled as if he had forgotten something, and he smacked his
forehead with the palm of his hand. "Damn, I'm so rude! Sorry, I should
have introduced myself. I'm Zach, on the team with Kevin. Except everybody
says he'll be a starter this year while I'll have to wait at least another
season."
"Hi Zach, I'm Stacy," I replied pertly, with a bob of my head and a quick
little handshake.
"So are you new in school or something? Going to transfer in?" he asked.
"That's weird, because the gymnastics coach asked me the same thing. But
really I only had planned to be here for the summer, with my friend. My
mom's working overseas until September."
"Your friend, would that be Sarah?"
"Actually no, we just met a couple weeks ago, but I do like her a lot."
"So, this friend, is she here with you now?"
"Ah, let's just say my friend is not here and leave it at that?"
How could I explain about me basically living with a guy?
"Okay, I won't push. I guess I really just wanted to know if you had some
free time to hang out together, or if you had to go right home?"
He seemed like a nice enough guy, athletic build, brown eyes and hair
(nice haircut), and he looked me right in the eye in an honest way. But I
didn't know him at all...and I could swear he was hitting on me!
"Ah...well..." I suddenly had a huge urge to closely contemplate and
nibble on my onion rings, as I thought furiously. What was I going to do?
What was I getting into?
I gave Sarah a subtle kick with my foot under the table. She stared at me.
"Could you excuse me a minute? I've got to go...ah...powder my nose" I
said, and rose from my chair. Sarah got the hint and followed me to the
ladies' room.
I told her the situation.
She just laughed. "She shoots, she scores!" she crowed. "We knew that
once the real Stacy got loose, great things would begin to happen!"
I blushed. "So, this is ok?"
"Okay? Zach's on student counsel, he's a great guy, a good athelete, and
his dad's a doctor. As far as I can tell, there's no downside."
"But...but...this has never happened to me before!"
"Relax, kid, go with the flow. You can trust him. If I'm wrong, I'll let
you kick me in the shins even harder next time."
I sighed, but she gave me a reassuring hug, so after a little touchup we
marched back out and let the evenng follow its course.
Which meant, eventually, that Sarah and Kev went their way and Zach and I
went ours, down through the park to the river. There was an overlook
there, atop a short cliff, where we could watch the swirling whitewater
and see the purple martins fly around.
"Mind if I ask why you decided to chat me up, Zach?" I asked forthrightly.
"Well, you're cute, you know something about football, and you're good on
a skateboard, for starters" he smiled. "Plus, maybe I thought you might be
a transfer student because that's something that has been on my mind a lot
lately, moving, changing home towns."
I said nothing, but turned to him and nodded for him to continue.
"I was going out with a nice girl last year, but her dad had to move
because of his business, so now she's clear across the country," he said
quietly.
"What was her name?"
"Erin, Erin O'Malley. You might guess she was Irish!"
"Hm, let me guess...red hair, green eyes?" I was only halfway kidding.
"Do you think I lack imagination? The hair and eyes are just a pleasant
coincidence. Looks can change; it's the real person that matters."
"That's a nice thoughtful thing for you to say, Zach, and not a lot of
guys could manage a statement like that. But to tell you the truth, ever
since my appearance changed, I've been feeling like a whole different
person, so that I hardly know what 'real' means any more."
"I am no philosopher," Zach said, "but to me, being real means that you
don't have to make excuses, that what you do and say is all right as long
as it's from the heart because even if it is wrong or mistaken, it's still
true to yourself. That's what I try to do, and that's what I respect in
others."
I nodded. "I hope I can be like that too. But maybe I am afraid that by
being real, I will make myself vulnerable. What if people hate the real
me? I don't know if I could stand that."
He turned to look straight at me. "Why would they hate you? I can't think
of one good reason. Most of the kids around here are typical I guess, all
about video games, and sex, and gossip and styles. You're different, you
seem so, I don't know, confident and carefree at the same time."
I shook my head. "It's good to hear, Zach, but I am going through some
serious changes right now and not everybody is happy about it. I guess
other people have their own ideas about what kind of person the real me
should be."
He snorted, and threw a stick into the river. As we watched it float away,
he reflected "Our lives do link together with others, so we have to
consider how what we do affects them. But if you worry about that too
much, you'll just freeze and do nothing and end up miserable your whole
life."
"You're wrong!" I snorted. He gave me a puzzled look. "You're wrong
because you just said you were no philosopher, yet you come out with some
of the deepest stuff I've ever heard."
He shrugged and gave a quiet smile. "Nah, I'm not deep. I just talk too
much."
I touched the back of his hand with my fingers. "Thank you," I said.
"Thank you for talking to me, a stranger. Thank you for treating me like I
had a brain and a heart. Thank you for bringing me out to this peaceful
spot, to see the sunset colors swirl down the river."
"Sunset?" he exclaimed. "I've got a Cinderella license, I can't drive
after curfew! Come on, I'd better take you home."
Home? But then he would know I stayed with Matt, who was on his football
team; things would quickly get complicated. Or maybe it was too late to
worry about that now.
He led me up the sloping hillside through the park to the lot where his
car stood waiting. "Besides," he added, "this place is not safe after
dark. There are some serious gangs here then; the rest of us bail out and
leave it all to them."
I looked around but saw no one. Maybe he was being overprotective.
His car turned out to be an old Civic, not the sort of thing I figured a
doctor's son would drive. He saw my expression, and explained "A Honda
holds its value well, so it's a good investment. It is economical and
safe, and has enough pickup and top end speed for any legal purposes."
He's so mature for his age, I thought.
He let me in the passenger door, just like a gentleman. He's almost but
not quite overdoing it, my mind said
I gave him a street address 200 lower than ours, that would land me two
blocks away from Matt's place. We got there in no time; he was right, his
little car did have plenty of zip! He didn't hint for a kiss, and I was
glad, since after all we had just met. But he did ask for my number; I
gave him my cell number, and he gave me his.
I waited until his car was out of sight, and then walked to the Wilsons'.
I tried to sneak in and not attract attention; I didn't want another scene
with Zoe. But Aunt Liz was there; she must have had that night off. Her
schedule at the hospital varied, depending on the staffing needs, and
since she held a management position with oversight of the RNs she felt it
was her duty to fill in if someone was unable to work on any given
evening, so her hours were unpredictable.
Having her there made it easier for me to enter without a fuss. I just
told her I had enjoyed myself at the park and had been hanging out with
Sarah, and then went upstairs to change for an evening swim.
I had a simple new emerald green maillot swimsuit, not too revealing. The
evening was warm, and I looked forward to cooling down after a busy day.
At first everything was fine, I had the place to myself and watched the
moon rise as I did my backstroke.
But suddenly Lila appeared! Why hadn't anybody warned me she was coming?
She physically hauled me out of the water and began shaking me!
"All right, that's enough! Get out, Lila, you are not welcome on this
property any longer!" came the authoritative voice of Liz Wilson from the
back window of the house.
"Try to make me," came the insolent reply.
"Don't think I won't," Liz said. "You are now a trespasser, and I am ready
to call the police to have you removed."
"You try any tricks like that and I will sue your ass into backruptcy,"
Liz sneered.
A few minutes later, the police were there! Lila bottled up her attitude
long enough to avoid getting arrested, but she boiled out of there like a
thundercloud.
A minute later, Matt was exploding. "Mom! You've got no right! Butch has
been harassing Lila all summer, she's just protecting herself!"
"You are being stupid and you know it, Matt. Here, look at all I've got
recorded on this phone's video camera."
There was a long silence.
"You still shouldn't tell my friends they can't come here," he sulked.
"I wouldn't have to, if you were more intelligent in choosing your
friends" Liz retorted.
I didn't feel much like swimming any more, so I quietly sneaked up to bed.
Everybody ignored me.
The whole house was cold and silent.
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