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Butch and Stacy Eleven
I am Stacy, a girl. The family I am staying with says I used to go by
the nickname of Butch, which feels odd to me. Maybe I was a tomboy? Or
was there more to it than that? Why are they all acting so funny around
me?
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Although Doc examined me every day looking for that hematoma thing in my
brain, he never found any. He had other experts come in, and nobody
found anything. They all said I was very lucky, that usually the
internal bleeding in the brain would cause a hematoma. I told Doc I
figured it was his prompt and expert action that saved me from that
problem, and not just "good luck".
He smiled modestly and said nothing. But he didn't deny it, either.
He had been right to warn me about the pain. Before long, they took me
off the morphine, and then even though I got other stuff that you
weren't even allowed to have by prescription unless you were in the
hospital, I still felt like hell.
Added to the pain I already felt were the ache and stress of rehab;
trainers worked with me several times a day, helping me get my sense of
balance back and get used to speaking, and to walking, and other
movements. They seemed friendly enough but they treated me like a new
recruit at boot camp. Whew!
The other added pain came from my teeth. Figuring that they may as well
get it over with while I was still on strong painkiller, they took me to
a part of their facility where dental surgery was done, and drilled
spiral holes in my jaw and plugged posts into the holes and glued new
teeth onto the posts. Yowweeech!
One strange thing I did notice was that the pains kind of balanced each
other out. I hurt in so many places that I could not concentrate on any
one place, so it was easier to bear in a way.
That is, except for between my legs. The burning stabbing pain and deep
ache there were like nothing I could have imagined. Doc was actually
pleased! He said my reaction meant that I still had lots of functional
nerves down there, so eventually when I had healed enough I should be
able to enjoy good sex! I said thanks a lot, I'd send him a card as soon
as I could prove his theory, such as in ten years from now. He just
laughed.
I did eventually ask him why I had been getting so emotional, and he
said it was natural enough after all I had been through. But he added
that it might also be affected by the hormone therapy that I was
receiving, to correct a hormone imbalance. I supposed this must mean
that my ovaries had been damaged, he had said I could not bear children
after all, so maybe they were giving me estrogen or something like that.
My friends helped a lot, they were often there for me, and always
helpful in their own individual ways. The athletic girl, who I found out
was called Sarah, sneaked me some more chocolate. Cho brought pictures
from the animal shelter where we had volunteered together. Zoe said her
family was getting some lotions and salves and stuff for me for when I
got out of the hospital; I would be going to their house because our
apartment was not ready, the people there were waiting for their own new
apartment to open up, like dominos in a row waiting for the first one to
fall. Zach brought me some fresh flowers, which showed how long I had
been in there, the first bouquet had wilted already.
By the time I got to go to the Wilsons', thanks to all the
dermatologists, internists (not interns, they had to explain that to
me), orthopedic surgeons, dentists, neurologists and especially to Doc
(who turned out to be a highly respected gynecologic surgeon) , I felt
and looked a lot better. I was still weak and wobbly but the only thing
that really bugged me was not being able to remember very much yet.
Matt said I would have my, "old room", but of course it looked new to
me. Still I was glad to see a closet full of trendy clothes and
everything did seem like something I would have picked out for myself,
so that was reassuring. My bras were a little big for me yet, but Liz
told me I had been wearing breast forms before but didn't need them now,
and that I was filling out nicely and not to worry.
I could not do much in the way of physical activity yet, but I watched
tv and listened to music with the family, and played some games. Word
games were still beyond my ability, or anything that involved much
writing, but math games were fine, so we played a lot of dice games and
dominos.
Sometimes Zoe would come into my room and sit on the bed and we would
just talk about anything and everything. She was an interesting person,
full of ideas and plans. I felt more relaxed around her than with Matt
because she was my own age and he was older, and of course we were both
girls. She knew a lot about what was going on in the world, and in our
new school, and was making plans for improving everything already! But
we also looked at magazines and talked about guys and made dumb jokes
and laughed about them. She teased me about going after older men, and
said that Natalie and Sarah were just as bad, and it would have to be up
to her and Tiger and Cho to set a good example and stay with guys our
own age. I objected, "but they're all so immature!" and then realized I
was saying that people my age were immature and we both giggled about
that. But I still maintained that we were more mature than guys our age,
and Zoe would not deny it.
My main exercise was swimming; they had a nice pool and I liked to use
it when weather permitted. Sometimes Matt and Zoe would join me, but of
course I could not race yet. I could not imagine ever having raced that
big beefy guy; I just could not form a picture in my mind of myself ever
doing that. Zoe teasingly asked me if I wanted to borrow her suit with
the breast forms in it again, but we all agreed that would not be
necessary.
When I dried off after swimming, Zoe was nice enough to rub salve on the
places I could not reach, such as my back. I still had some healing to
do, although my cuts and bruises were much better than they had been.
Some of the lotions were meant to reduce scarring, I knew, and I was
grateful for that too.
Matt especially but sometimes the others as well would sometimes stumble
over my name, as if it was difficult for them to say. He especially
would say, "Buh...uh...Stacy." Then one day he simply called me "Butch"
before he caught himself.
So I asked them all about it. My question seemed to make them
uncomfortable. Finally Liz said, "When you came here this summer, we all
called you Butch. It was a nickname you had used all your life; you
never called yourself by Stacy, your given name."
That struck me as really odd. Why would I want a name like that? But all
they would say was that it fit my old image, somebody who liked
skateboards and rough housing. I was not satisfied; that did not seem
like me, not at all.
I asked my new gang of friends about it and they were pleased to claim
credit for getting me to use my real name, and adopt a new style that
went along with it. They did say that Matt had been really angry about
the change, more than they could have predicted, but he seemed cool
about it now.
We hung out together at the park sometimes, although I could not ride
skateboards yet and didn't really want to. I had to have one of them
walk with me, in fact, so I could hang on to them if I felt like I was
going to keel over. We ate at the Hub; Zach always sat by me. He said it
was his right, since he sat there with me the first night I had joined
everybody at that hangout. He liked to share his fries with me and I
would always nibble a few just to make him happy, but not too many since
I didn't want to get fat.
I was making slow but steady progress, starting to get some of my mind
back, my old memories.
It was while I was thinking about Sarah and her new phone that I
realized my old memories were starting to peek back through the haze in
my brain.
Sarah had this new phone her folks got her, it was pretty, shiny indigo
and had lots of features. She liked to annoy us with it by taking videos
of us stuffing our faces at the Hub and sending them to her social
networks. Anybody would look stupid with a fork full of food shoved into
her gaping mouth! And besides that she was always texting while we were
eating together, which was rude. Sometimes she would text or chat with
somebody from the next table! She could just stand up and go over there,
but she would rather use her new toy.
This did not seem like her. She did not have a reputation as an annoying
person.
Then I realized that maybe it was all an act, something she was doing on
purpose. Her boyfriend Kevin's sister Lila had been spreading lies about
Matt and about me too (she always hated me, who knew why, and now since
I was still Matt's friend and she wasn't, she hated me even worse). Kev
was a good guy and tried not to listen to Lila but it had started to
create a strain between him and me. And then there were those little
tensions that work their way into any group, such as saying the wrong
word, misunderstanding somebody's intentions, trying to make a joke but
having it turn out seeming mean, things like that, they happen all the
time. They can drive a wedge betweem friends.
But those little things did not bother us; we never seemed to have any
fights. All our frustrations and irritation seemed to be directed at
Sarah. What if she wanted it that way, especially for Kevin and me? What
if she wanted to draw our ire so we wouldn't fight with each other?
It reminded me of war movies, where one brave soldier would create a
diversion so that the rest of his platoon could sneak past the enemy and
accomplish their mission. She was creating a diversion! In her own crazy
way, she was being a hero.
Then I realized, I had tapped into an old memory! I used to watch war
movies. It was all coming back to me. I have no idea why I would watch a
war movie, but at least the memory was my own! I was getting my mind
back.
A tear trickled down my cheek and Zach asked if I were okay. I smiled a
tearful smile, and said I had just been thinking of a silly old movie.
He said yeah, sometimes those sad movies could get to him, too. I
squeezed his hand; he was so sweet.
One evening it was rainy so we all went to the planetarium and saw a
show about meteors. It was the best time of the year for meteor
showers, so the interest level was high. They even passed around a
couple real meteorites. They were mounted on big acrylic standards so
that nobody would steal them. Although they were not very big, they felt
surprisingly hefty, heavy. The staff people explained that the material
in the meteorite was indeed very dense and compact, unlike minerals that
would come from a mine. Evan joked, "That's like Stacy; she's small but
there's a lot more to her than you might expect." He meant it kindly I
know, but it just made me wonder if I weren't dropping in on them like
a meteor, something alien that didn't really belong here. I was slow and
clumsy and had no past and stuttered sometimes and was an outsider
whether anybody admitted it or not.
Cho told me that the kids I had been babysitting missed me, and was I
strong enough to take care of them again? I said I would try. They were
really glad to see me, but disappointed that I could not give them
horseyback rides or go on penny walks. We did go swimming, and I could
help them make pictures and color, and read story books and so on. They
actually were pleased to be able to help me with my speech problems,
teaching me to learn the alphabet song all over again. The music was
easy for me, but I kept messing up the letters. Those kids were so sweet
and patient with me, I couldn't help hugging them.
Then one day, a week before school was to start, a delivery van pulled
up in front of the house and the driver asked for Stacy Mullens. I said
that was me, and he looked puzzled, and pointed to his papers which said
to deliver to "Mister" Stacy Mullens. Well, that was clearly a typo, so
I showed him my ID and we had a good laugh and he gave me my stuff.
It was two suitcases, with a letter of apology from the airline for
losing them, and there was a voucher for a discount on my next flight.
I was itching with curiosity to see what new stuff was in here that I
could use, so I took the bags into the living room and opened them up.
Huh?
What was all this crap?
Grungy sweats, tees, jeans; even the pair of sneaks looked grungy. There
were a couple ball caps and a stocking cap but if I had ever worn any of
this gear I would have had to have been worse than any tomboy I had ever
known. And I would have had to have extremely bad taste, too.
The Wilson family gathered around to see what the fuss was, and Matt
looked at Zoe and said, "Oh-oh," and she shushed him.
I picked out a tee and some shorts just for fun and pulled them on. The
tee was too snug across the chest, where it said, "Fear This!". The
shorts were too roomy at the waist, but tight across my rump. I could
never have worn this junk!
Then I pulled out some underwear, and looked at it closely.
I didn't understand what I was seeing.
Something was wrong.
These were all boy's briefs, with that double-lined pouch in front, and
a flap.
I sat down hard on the couch, and looked around, and begged, "Okay, can
somebody tell me what's going on here?"
The kids just looked at their mom, so she said, "Prepare yourself if you
can; you have to find out sooner or later anyway. Remember how Zoe told
your friends that you had a birth defect, a genital deformity? Well she
was putting it mildly. You were always a girl, but until a few weeks ago
you did not know it, because you had a penis and testicles. When the
girls dressed you up as Stacy, you and Matt and Zoe and I still believed
you were a guy."
I recalled what Doc had told me when I first came out of my coma:, "You
will be the way you were meant to be. I talked it over first with your
mother. We had no other choice; we could only repair you as a girl, the
tissues were too damaged for anything else."
I had thought at the time that of course they would have to repair me as
a girl, but now I saw how wrong I had been.
I was not a girl.
I was a freak.
I was a cross-sexed transvestite freak.
I ran to the kitchen and threw up in the sink.
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