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Chapter 5
Dad said, "Now it's my turn, we are off to downtown." Bbut this time my
older and younger brothers went with us.
The first stop was a shoe store on 9th street. As I walked in, you could
smell the tanning leather from the shoes. A store clerk asks Dad if he
could be of help to him.
Dad said, "Yes, I'm buying shoes for my three boys."
Then I was told to go pick two pairs; one dress and one casual. Well that
was easy, I went straight for two pairs of penny loafers, one black and
the other burgundy. I said I was ready.
Dad said, "Pick one of the two and I'll pick the other."
I pick burgundy. Then what happened next turned my inside out. He picks
a pair of lace up wingtips.
I pleaded with Dad, "No, no Dad."
At that moment I felt a very bad feeling come over me. I was frightened.
What is going on?
"Dad don't do this!" I started to cry.
At that moment, my hero stepped in and told me it will be alright, just
try them on. I said OK, but still felt I was being made to become
something I'm not. I identify those shoes with my Dad and my older
brother, not me. At one time you could not get me to shut up, now I fell
dead silent. My brothers bought a brown and black pair of the second
ugliest shoes ever. The first are those wingtips. The sales person
remarked that the shoes fit, but they don't fit her...I meant his stride.
Dad looked at the salesman and said, "I know but these are just
trainers."
I thought to myself, 'trainers...her...trainers...her... what's going on
here. Dad did you call those shoes trainers?'
I was told to go look in the mirror. As I walked over to the full mirror;
the shoes felt heavy, making walking in them feel funny, and I could not
move like I normally did.
My younger brother commented, saying, "That's the way you should be
walking."
What is going on? I kept asking myself, where is Mom? I need my Mother.
At that point I started to tear. Mom.... where are you? Dad could see he
was breaking my heart and spirit.
Dad told me, "OK, pick another pair of shoes, but not another pair of
penny loafers."
It took me awhile to get my composure back. In time I thought about what
had just happened. I want to make Dad happy and not feel bad about what
had just happened, but those shoes are not me at all. I turned and walked
around in those ugly shoes looking over at the other shoes. I spotted a
pair of slip-on's that were light weight and kind of cute. They were
Stacy Adams and had that wingtip design, but it was not a heavy design.
I asked the salesmen if he had these in my size. I could not feel the
presence of my dad or brothers in the store. They were there but I did
not care. I found myself in a zone, where nobody can hurt me again. The
salesman tried to get my attention for about a minute. I looked up at
him, smiled, and said thank you. Then I sat down and tried the shoes on.
Actually the salesman sat down also, but on the foot sizing sitting
stand. He reached for my ankle and put my leg on his thigh. He removed
the ugly shoes and removes my socks also. Then he dressed my feet with a
pair of nylon hosiery, first the left foot, than the right foot. Then he
surprised me by fitting me with both shoes and taking my hand to help me
up. The salesman asked me to walk around.
He said, "Don't look in the mirror yet, just move about and feel the
shoes and your stride."
After a while he came back to me and asked, "So, how do they feel?"
I told him wonderful.
Then he said, "Now go look in the mirror and look at yourself, then look
at the shoes. Then ask yourself, 'will this work?'"
I looked at him with a smile and said, "Thank you," and moved to the
mirror.
I liked what I saw. I moved the shoes from side to side and turned around
to see them from the back. I walked with a stride that felt good. I sat
back down and the salesman removed the shoes from my feet and said,
"Thank you," and handed me the boxes of shoes. I said, "You are welcome."
That's when I saw Dad and handed him the shoes and said, "I hope these
are OK, Dad."
My brothers just stared at me in awe.
After Dad paid for the shoes and handed me my bags, I said, "Thank you
Daddy," and gave him a hug.
That is when my brothers went crazy but my Daddy just looked at me and
smiled.
Chapter 6
As we drove to the next store to get pants, shirts, and a suit, I still
was quiet about what had just happened. I will not give up who I am. I
know what to do at the next store, but the problem is I am not in control
any longer. Something inside of me has changed. I am starting to
understand what Mom was trying to tell me in Penney's. I love my dad and
my brothers. I just cannot think of them as bad guys. I am trying to
believe they are just trying to help; with what, I still have no idea.
Dad was calling to me for the last couple of minutes. We are here. My
brothers were just laughing at my being distant.
"The Men's Store, this is it," Dad shouted. "Ok let's go."
I walked into the store but had no idea of what to get.
"Daddy!" I called out. "What is the first thing?"
Dad looked at me, came over, and asked if I was going to continue calling
out to him as Daddy.
I looked at him and said, "Daddy, I am not saying it in anger. I just
felt different about you and a lot of things since the shoe store. I love
you, Daddy, it's real."
Then I hugged him again.
"Ok, let's find a salesman."
This tall thin salesman came up to me and asked, "Well, miss, may I help
you?"
I smiled and said, "My Dad is over there. We are here to get some men's
clothes for me. Let's start with two pairs of pants and I have no idea
what size I am."
The salesman looked at me and then at my Dad. I turned and waved to Dad
as if there is a problem.
I asked the salesman, "Is there a problem?"
He said, "No miss, I mean sir."
I smiled at him and said, "Miss is ok."
I thought to myself again, 'If they want me to have menswear, then I'm
going to do it my way.'
The salesman started to take my measurements. When he got to my chest,
he was stunned, excused himself, and came back with a female salesperson.
She asked if it would be all right for her to continue as my salesperson.
I looked over at my male salesperson and smiled at him and told her it
was Ok. Dad came over and asked if everything was Ok. I told him
everything was fine.
The saleslady looked over to me, smiled, and said, "Ok, let's get all of
your measurements."
I smiled and nodded. She asked what color slacks I was looking for.
I said, "A medium gray, and black."
She said, "You know, from your sizes, whatever man pants we get the
alteration will be drastic. Or we can give you female dress slacks in the
same weight and material."
I looked at her and said, "But will they still look like man's pants?"
She said, "Yes."
"How about tops and a suit...they all must look like menswear."
She said, "Yes."
I asked, "Can they be written up as menswear and the size labels
removed?"
"Not a problem," the saleslady said with a friendly smile.
I said, "Ok then."
I looked at Dad and told him we'll be right back. The saleslady took me
to another part of the store, an area where ladies come in to be fitted
and serviced away from the male customers. The saleslady told me it would
be hard to fit me in menswear. That is why the salesman asked her to take
over.
I asked, "Also, can they alter school uniform pants?"
She said, "It would not be a problem; they are made very simply."
Then she told me something no one else would talk to me about.
She said, "I notice you have on a girl's top, but no under support."
"Under support? What's that?"
She smiled at me and said, "A bra, you really should have one on."
I told her my mother never mentioned it to me.
The saleslady paused and said, "My name is Sandy."
"Hi Sandy!"
Then Sandy asked me, "Look, do you want a bra?"
I said, "Well, I have no idea what size or anything."
Sandy said, "After we finish getting your measurements and send your
things to be altered, we will go next door to the store called The
Ladies' Shop and get you what you need, Ok?"
"OK."
Then she asked, "Would you like those boys jeans altered as well?"
I said, "Yes, please."
At that point she ended with, "We will work that up in your father's
bill."
I said, "Ok, and thank you again."
After about two hours, we returned with two slacks, four shirts that are
really blouses, and one suit. I was filled with confidence after being
fitted with my first bra. It was empowering. I started looking at my
brothers and Dad in a different light.
They had been waiting for me. They stared at me as we walked out from the
back of the store with my saleslady, Sandy, two steps back but beside me,
with two other people carrying my things behind her in tow. I was walking
like one of those supermodels I have seen on TV's runway fashion shows. I
pause when I got to Daddy. They gave the bill to Dad, which was less than
one of my brothers' total.
I hugged and said thank you to Sandy, and thanked all the others.
Sandy leaned into me and said, "I saw that walk you did. It was great.
Keep it up."
I smiled and put my sunglasses on. Then walked out to Dad's car and
paused again. They placed my things, which were in lavender pink garment
bags, in the back of the car. One of the clerks opened Dad's car door for
me. I sat into the car with a helping hand from the clerk that opened the
car door. I moved both my legs in just like the ladies in the movies.
Then they closed the doors.
Dad said, "Sandy?" with a puzzled mind, wondering what was going on.
As for my brothers, they looked at me, and with all that just happened
and said, "Like what was that?"
As we were leaving the parking lot, I smiled and said, "Daddy, I 'm
hungry. Are we going home now or can we stop for a bite?" as I turn to
look at my younger brother through my sunglasses.
My younger brother broke from his staring at me and shouted, "Good idea!"
Dad said, "Ok, we'll stop for a bite."
I said, "Thanks Daddy," and smiled at him.
I turned my head to look out the side window of the car. Staring off,
thinking how things are really changing and I really need my mother to
talk to. Then at that moment I shouted out,
"I did not get any ties, and I need to stop and get some nylons, Dad."
Dad said, "Nylons?"
I smiled and said, "Yes, Daddy... oh! I mean nylon socks. I only have the
one pair that the salesperson at the shoe store gave me."
That's when I lifted up my pants leg to show the nylons I had on. I did
that to make my brothers jealous. Dad said,
"You and your mother can go shopping for them later. It's been a long
day."
I looked at Dad, smiled, and thought to myself, 'you just don't know how
long this day has been for me, Dad.'
We stop for a bite at an old fashion rail car diner. Dad was always into
these places. Everybody had ordered their meals by the time I came back
from the restroom. I slid in the seat of the booth next to Dad and the
waitress came by and asked if I will be ordering.
"Yes please a small house salad with dressing on the side, and an iced
tea, thank you."
As she was leaving, my brother's look at me with what the Frick was that.
I said, "I guess I'm not as hungry as I thought I was," and smiled at
them.
They look at dad for an answer.
Dad replied, "She... I mean he's not hungry now, let it go."
I grabbed Dad's arm and said, "Thank you Daddy."
And I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder.
Chapter 7
Falling asleep on Dad's shoulder was something I did not plan, but I was
tired. As I started to dose off, I could hear the noises of people and
plates in the diner, but after a while the sounds just stopped and I
found myself back talking to Sandy about the bra.
We left the Men's store by way of a side entry way, back in the ladies
fitting area. The shop shared customers; as I entered the store, we were
greeted by a saleswoman. About 40 years of age. Sandy told the saleswoman
we needed a starter or lightly padded bra. It would be nice to have one
that cannot be easily detected.
The saleswoman smiled and looked at me and asked if this was my first
bra? I said yes. I was very nervous at first, then that feeling I had
been having all day started to become stronger, and I felt like something
emotionally taking over and getting very, very strong. As if something
had taken full control over me. The thing is; I did not have these
feelings in this shop.
Things went smoothly. Like when we moved to a fitting area and she asked
me to remove my top. The saleswoman commented that I should have started
my trainers some time ago, and she suggested a light padded A cup demi-
bra with soft underwire support, instead of a trainer. "Trainer," there
is that word again, I thought to myself.
Sandy said, "Penny for your thoughts."
I must have been doing that distant thing again. I smiled at Sandy, and
said, "They are worth more than that. Sandy, thank you for what you're
doing for me, thank you so much!"
Then I started to cry uncontrollably. The saleswoman said this is a
first; she never had anyone cry about a bra. Sandy told the saleswoman it
was more than just a bra. Sandy reached out and hugged me.
She said, "There now, when you get home you need to talk to your mother,
Ok?"
Between my sobs I said, "Ok, Sandy....
But it did not actually happen this way. I did not cry in the store.
For some reason, I couldn't stop crying. At that moment I heard someone
calling my name.
I awoke with Daddy shaking me asking to me wake up, saying, "What is
wrong!! What is wrong!"
Finally I awoke, and when I looked at Daddy, I grabbed him by the neck
screaming, "DADDY... DADDY...I NEED MOM...PLEASE DADDY!"
Dad said, "It's Ok, you're back. I'm here."
All eyes in the diner were on me, and the waitress handed me a damp warm
towel and told me, "Honey, put your face into this, it will calm you
down."
Then she asked me, "Honey, are you alright?" She looked over to my
father and asked, "Will she be alright? Do you need me to call 911?"
Daddy looked at the waitress and said, "No, thank you, she will be Ok.
She just had a bad dream. Your towel is working."
My brothers just froze with their mouths open.
Dad said, "We need to get her home to her mother. Then Dad asked the
waitress for the check. The waitress said not to worry about the bill.
Dad thanked her and left a 40 dollar tip on the table. When we left the
diner, a well-wisher spoke out saying
"We hope she will be alright!"
Dad said, "Thanks to all of you," and we left the diner.
When got to the car, people where staring out the diner windows to make
sure we were Ok.
I said to Daddy, "I'm sorry I messed up your meals."
My brothers said, "We just want to get you home. Don't worry about that."
I moved into the back seat of the car. My brothers switched places and my
hero held me with his arms around me. I was silent and shaking all the
way home... I was afraid to sleep, so I would stare off listening to the
sounds from the car radio. I could never tell what was playing. It was
just sounds. Nobody spoke at all. When I would move, my hero would adjust
his hold on me and held my hand.
Dad broke the silence saying in his soft voice, "We're home!"
Dad asked my brother to take me up to mom's bedroom and have mother
check on her. My brother hesitated and looked at him.
Dad, with a very frightened face said, "Just do it! And don't ask
questions!"
And speaking of comments Dad looked at my younger brother, "Do not
say.... not a word!"
Chapter 8
My brother took me up to Mom's room, sat me down on the bed, and asked me
not to move. He ran off to get our mother and ran into our aunt, who is
also my godmother. My brother told Mom what he knew and told her I was
upstairs in her bedroom. I learn this later from my aunt. Mom came up to
see me and just stood there in the doorway. When I saw her, I started
crying uncontrollably again. I looked up at Mom and called out to her,
"Mommy, my heart hurts."
Mom rushed over to hold me and calm me down, but it took her and Aunty,
who had just entered the room, to get me to stop crying, but that did not
last. I started up again.
Dad came into the room with a warm damp towel. He placed it gently over
my face and started talking to me. Then I finally stopped.
Mom asked Dad, "Where did you learn that trick?"
Dad said, "At the diner. That is what the waitress used to calm her down
there."
Mom said, "Her?"
Dad said, "I'm afraid so! I'm leaving her in both of your hands. Take
care of my girl, please..." and with that he left the room.
I look up at Mom and Aunty and said it was good to be home, and I reached
out to hug both of them. Then I broke away and said, "I have so much to
ask you Mom. We need to talk. And you have to answer with straight
answers, Mom."
My Aunt leaned over and said, "I will help her answer those questions, I
was there also."
I looked up at Mom and said, "Mom, what is wrong or what is right with
me?"
Mom started to cry.
My aunt said, "This is very hard for your mom to tell you. So I will."
Aunty grabbed Mom's wrist so she could not leave.
"You were born with mixed sex organs, and your mother and your old father
had to make a decision on which way to make you. Your old dad wanted a
girl but the doctors keep saying that a boy has a better chance of living
a better life. After many days of discussion and testing, your mother
decided, to make you be a boy. But that all changed now. That is why I'm
here. When your mother found out you were growing breasts earlier today
she called me and Dr. Young, but he's out of town. So your mother left a
voice mail for him. Your mom is afraid you may hate her for what had been
done to you."
I looked at mother and said, "Mom, I could never hate you. I need you
Mom!"
I started to weep. Mom reached out, grabbed me, and pulled me close to
her.
That's when she felt my bra. She pulled away and smiled, and I smiled
back. Then I looked around to see who else was in the room. I had no idea
everyone was in the room. My eyes went bright and I said, "Too many
people!"
I got up and said, "It's girl time; you guys have to leave, now! Except
my sisters, you all stay here."
Once the room cleared, I closed the door. I took my top off and danced
about the room. My sisters screamed and took their tops off also and we
all danced about the room in our bras.
Aunty told my mother, "You said she lacked modesty? She is such a doll."
Then Mom said, "Whatever happened to her in the last 14 hours has changed
her."
At that moment, Mom spotted how well those new jeans fit me and said,
"Excuse me ladies," and we stopped dancing.
Mom asked, "What happened to your jeans?"
I said, "At the men's store. Sandy, the saleslady, had them altered. They
had to take off the back pockets, but I do not use them anyway."
Mom said, "I know. You and that little hand bag of yours."
Aunty said, "Hand bag? I see we have a lot to catch up on."
Mom told her sister, "This the best moment of my life. She is like a
little Pleated Skirt; she's cute, adorable, full of wonder, sexy in her
own way, sweet, easy on the eyes, and full of life!"
Aunty said to Mom, "Sounds like you found that little Pleated skirt you
lost."
Mom looked at Aunty and said, "Yes, I think I have."
Mom said, "Those girls are going to sleep all night at this rate."
I looked at Mom and Aunty while smiling a Cheesy smile and held my
sisters' hands as we started to dance around in circles again.
Aunty said, "That is a 100 percent turn around."
I moved to the bed because my sisters just drained the last bit of energy
I had.
I looked up at Mom and said, "Mommy I love you. I love you...so
much...and thank you Aunty for helping mom. I love the both of you, so
much."
Mom said, "Do not get overly emotional again; the towel has cooled down."
Aunty started to laugh.
"Ok mom."
I crashed out on the bed, followed by my sisters.
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