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[Caution: contains scenes of rape]
Butch and Stacy
This was it. Liz had sworn that if mom did not deal with my issues
tonight, Liz herself would take the bull by the horns and tell me what I
needed to hear, the deep dark secret she and mom had been keeping from
everybody. So, one way or the other, things would be out in the open and
Zoe would be free to expose my imposture.
I quickly ran to the bath to splash some cold water on my face, to be
more alert, and who knows what...maybe look more intelligent or
something.
We answered the phone at the first ring.
"Connecting", declared an impersonal robotic voice.
Then..."Butch? Honey? Are you there?"
It was mom.
Liz put us on speakerphone; I stammered, "Uh, Hi mom! I'm glad you're
alive!"
How lame. But she responded right away, "Oh, me too! It was touch and
go there at the end, but we did it! The bad guys are in custody and now
I can come home and be back with you just like old times."
Which was when Liz chimed in, "Speaking of old times, Janice, we have
some unfinished business. You know that matter I have been discussing
with you for three years? Well, it has come to a head, and you need to
deal with it."
There was silence on the other end. I had never heard Liz more forceful,
or cold.
Finally- "Ah...Okay? I am afraid I know what you mean, but what could be
so drastic right now...?"
Liz spat it out, "Butch had his baggage lost on the flight here. Matt
had no clothes that would fit him, so Butch had to wear what belonged to
Zoe. When he was swimming in her swimsuit, which had pads sewn into it
to enhance her figure, her friends came over to hop in the pool. Matt
had invited them but then forgot they were coming. With the constricting
but padded suit, and the long red hair, and the slim build and short
stature, the girls assumed this was another girl. Then they found out
that Butch was a nickname and the actual given name of this new person
was Stacy. So they assumed she was a girl, and adopted Stacy into their
club, and gave her a complete makeover along with cute new outfits and a
whole new life as a likeable athletic seventh grade girl. Butch and Matt
did not correct their misunderstanding because they feared Butch would
be called a transvestite and they would both be considered queer. So now
what are you going to do?"
Mom said, "I do not want to do anything! Just send Butch home right now
and everything can be like it always was,"
But I said, "Mom, for the first time in my life, I have a lot of
friends. They are really good people, and they like me as Stacy, a girl.
To be honest, I have done a lot better at being a girl for a few weeks
than I ever did at being a guy. I need you to tell me right now why that
is wrong; why I should not simply stay here and play out this role."
"Why?" she gasped. "Because it is not you! It is not what you want or
need! It is not natural!"
Liz intervened. "Who are you to talk about what is natural? When I look
at Stacy right now, I see a very natural looking girl, young, pretty,
and in no way masculine. So you need to tell her, yes HER, why this is
unnatural, if you dare, But you had better start at the beginning, and
tell her the truth. The WHOLE truth."
A long pause.
"You are unkind, and I thought you were my friend."
Liz replied, "You are unkind and unethical and unmotherly, and I thought
you were MY friend."
Another long pause.
"Very well. You'd better sit down, Butch...or Stacy."
I found a footstool and waited.
"I never loved anybody like I loved your dad, Butch. Not my folks, nor
even you. He to me was perfect, attentive, loving, strong, brave...I
could never imagine a finer person. Because he was who he was, he wanted
to protect the world, and especially his family, from evil and harm. So
he trained to be an undercover cop and expose drug smuggling rings, He
was very successful, and rose quickly through the ranks. Life was good,
we both exulted in his success, and then the greatest thing happened, we
found out we were expectant parents. We chose a name for you, one which
a girl could wear but which we hoped would belong to a boy, a name of a
great television action hero as you are aware. Although today it seems
an odd choice, for a couple years there were quite a few boys named
Stacy. Then the actor got into some troubles and the fad faded away,
except for the boys who already bore his name."
I was getting annoyed, She seemed to be beating around the bush.
"All right, so you guessed wrong on a masculine sounding name, so what?"
I asked.
"So while I was pregnant he was involved in his biggest sting operation,
and right in the middle of it all, it was discovered that I had cancer.
Breast cancer, I could have massive radiation and chemotherapy which
would have killed you, or I could risk postponing treatment and maybe we
would both die together, you and me."
Why had she never told me anything about this?
"Buch and I chose a compromise, a specific heavy dose of chemicals aimed
not at cancer in general but at this specific area of my body. Of
course, since that area was my breasts, the chemicals involved hormonal
effects."
She drew a deep breath,
"The sting went down badly. Somebody had informed; Butch had his cover
blown, and he was shot up and left for dead. I resolved to not rest
until I had nailed down that syndicate, and now I have. But what kept
Butch alive in spite of his injuries was the thought of seeing you,
holding you, his little boy.
"You never saw anybody's eyes light up like his did when he saw you,
There I was in one bed in the local hospital while he was in another.
But I got to see him smile. so luminous, and say, "little Butch, my
little Butch, my little guy..." and he held you with such a look of
peace on his face and we just let him keep on holding you as long as he
could... It was not long enough, he was soon taken from us. During that
interim, my doctors told me something that I never told him. I was not
sure he could bear it, I knew he was going to die anyway, and he was so
happy with you, and I knew he would love you no matter what but I didn't
want to spoil his dream of having a, "little Butch" in the world, a
little mister Mullens to carry on the family name."
"So I don't get it...?" I shouted. "I could still carry on the family
name, right?"
Another long pause.
"The hospital had done routine tests, they were of course concerned
about effects of my cancer treatment but we were all relieved to see you
looking so normal...but the tests showed us something unexpected. You
had a penis and testicles, but no Y chromosome. You were completely XX,
a genetic girl. The only thing masculine about you were the secondary
sex characteristics. The medication I had taken had affected my system
at the precise moment when your sex characteristics were formed, but
your basic genetics had already been formed. What I had done, in saving
my life, was change my child into a girl who to the world would seem
like a boy. It is not impossible; it happens sometimes, althought it is
rare. I raised you as a son. I tried to hold off the day when the final
decision would be made, whether to be a girl or a boy. The operation
would be bloody and risky, especially for a young child, So I kept on
postponing it. Liz wanted me to let you know, and make a choice early
on, but I kept remembering my husband's smile, and how much it had meant
to him to have his, "little Butch", I was also lonely for him, and used
you and your name and your supposed masculinity as a substitute, a
little Butch to make up for the big Butch I had lost.
"As you got older the time for making a decision got nearer, whether and
when to tell you eveything...you were more able to face the necessary
operations without severe consequences...as the usual time for puberty
began, we had a chance to steer you one way or the other, the chance
presented itself, we could have dosed you heavily with testosterone, but
Liz objected."
Liz snorte, " Is there nothing objectionable about turning a genetic
girl into a heavy hairy muscular guy without her knowledge or consent?"
Mom sighed., "I intended to tell you, and make you part of the process,
but this sting I just finished, which was the wrapup to Butch's life's
work, was much more involved than we expected, with implications for
many high level officials, so we had to go slowly and carefully..I just
wanted to take care of this and then take care of you but I guess I lost
control of everything and still figured you could wait... I was wrong."
Pause.
"I'm sorry."
"Too late!" I shouted.
"I wish you had died over there! What do I care about your fantasies,
avenging Dad, making me his namesake...? You made me a puppet! You used
me as a toy in your emotionally gratifying roleplay! You never treated
me like a real human being, with needs, and rights, and feelings!"
I spun around, my vision obscured by a red veil of rage.
"Well, Zoe, what do you think of me now? Am I still your pervert guy in
disguise in the girls' shower? Am I still the fox in the hen house? Or
was I the hen who got disguised as a fox and the other hens still pecked
her to death?"
To Matt: "Hey old buddy old pal, remember all those times when we
would, "wrestle"? You grappled, you grabbed, you GROPED...did you
suspect I was not your buddy but a girl? Did my pheromones tell you? Was
there some added dimension to our rough housing that gave you extra
pleasure?"
To Liz: "Too little too late, Liz. At medical ethics, you fail. You owed
me the whole truth, at least two years ago. You knew what was going on
but left me in limbo, an underdeveloped guy who could never really grow
up and be a man and start a family...the years when I could have a
chance to make a legitimate life for myself... what do your medical
ethics say about all this? I should turn you in, and ruin your your
professional life! You have it coming, "Auntie!""
I spun about toward the front door, which in the summer heat was
standing open.
"I HATE YOU ALL!!!" I screamed, as I tore out of the door.
Matt just stood there flatfooted, but Zoe and Liz were soon in pursuit.
I easily outpaced them.
By the time I reached the bus stop, they were a whole block behind. I
was in luck; the bus pulled up just as I arrived. I showed my pass, and
we took off. In the rear window, I could see my so called host family
hopping up and down and waving their hands. The bus driver didn't care,
and neither did I.
He made his regular stop at the Hub and I hopped out.
Of course, it was closed after hours. Dark and deserted. A page from an
old newpaper blew around the parking lot. Some french fries were smeared
underfoot on the sidewalk. Maybe somebody was trying to give me a hint,
but I ignored it.
Zach had said something about the park after hours, but I did not care.
I wanted to die anyway, so why should I worry?
I remembered the overlook where he had escorted me. It sat upon a cliff
above the river; beneath were rocks and whitewater, which made a chance
for as clean an exit from life as I could hope.
I tried to make a direct a path to the overlook. When I reached the
lower ground, where the guys used to play football, I was stopped.
"Hey cutie, where ya goin? Why not stay and have a little fun?"
A hand, more like a paw, grabbed me and spun me around. This was no
friendly invitation.
Another paw, from another direction., "Think yer too young? No problem!
We like fresh fruit...especially fresh cherries!"
A drunken guffaw greeted this.
Suddenly I got scared; I was no longer so eager to die.
"I'll do what you want!" I pleaded. "Please, just don't hurt me!"
The first voice answered, chilling me, " Oh yeah little lady, you will
do what we want. AND we'll hurt you too, just for kicks."
"Hold her!" he commanded. A couple pairs of paws gripped me tight. In
the dark, with no one else around. I had no hope for rescue. Still I
screamed, "Help! Help me!"
A fist slammed across my face; I couldn't see straight.
"Gimme little kiss?" somebody growled. A mouthful of hard teeth slammed
into mine. I could taste blood.
"No good, little lady!" somebody crowed. "You need some training, some
loosening up! Maybe further down...?"
They stripped me bare. When they found out I was a guy, they would kill
me.
But it turned out they would just as soon kill a girl anyway.
"Open up baby! Spread those legs for me!"
God help me, I actually tried to do that. All of my death wish had left
me. But it was no good.
Somebody was leaning on my chest and stomach, trying to press himself
into me; I could not breathe.
"Damn you're tight! Are you some God damned virgin or something?" Heaven
help me, he hadn't been able to penetrate my glued-together crotch and
now he was in danger of loosing face before his buddies.
"Help me pry her open, guys!"
There was a ripping and tearing sound, and I saw a broken branch appear,
full of splinters. He jammed it into me. It hurt, I bled, I cried, he
laughed. He did it again and again. They all laughed.
"Still tight? Need more lessons?" They smacked me around, beating me all
over my face and body, smashing my head backward onto the paved pathway.
Then they started in again with the splintery stick in my crotch,
followed by their own vain attempts to penetrate me. "Never seen nothin
like it. Teach her a fuckin lesson, a lesson in fuckin!" they roared.
But they were interrupted by the wail of a siren.
I saw the flash of blue and red lights.
I was not glad to be rescued.
I was just glad to be dead.
Darkness swirled over me and I was sucked into the void.
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