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Butch and Stacy 13
"Hey, hi! Can I have your autograph?"
"Would you sign this for me?"
"Can you stand here beside me while my friend takes our picture?"
For maybe three weeks, I had become the center of the school universe.
Everybody had seen the video, and everybody had hated or feared or
despised Lila (except her two minions, who had vanished into the
woodwork) so it was Stacy celebrity time.
Or Butch time; they called me that too, because of the video, see.
We could not eat at lunch time, the kids crowded around so closely.
In the hallway between classes, they swarmed me like I was the queen bee.
And then, it was over.
People still smiled and waved, which was nice.
But there were athletics, and social events, and of course schoolwork,
the usual things that demand attention, so I could not take center stage
forever.
Speaking of schoolwork, I was eleven days behind thanks to the vice
principal, and I still was not up to full strength, so Ms. Black stepped
in again to help me focus and cope.
It was her idea to get me to go back over the events in my life since I
came here last June to spend the summer with Matt Wilson. I would set
down all my feelings, all the people who had become important to me. That
is how I came to write all this about what went on with and around me.
The aim was to get my Butch side and my Stacy side, my past and my
present, to come together. If I could not manage this, I would not have
much of a future.
It worked like a charm. I got my mind back, and then some; I aced most of
my classes! That was something completely new for me. I also got all my
old skills back, and could join the gymnastics team.
I promised Ms. Black, during my last session with her, that I would give
her a wrapup account at the end of the school year, just so she could see
how I was doing. She smiled and said she would like that.
So here it is, in two parts. First, a Christmas party at Zach's, with the
full cast of characters, minus one. Then, a pool party at...well, you'll
find out.
Zach and his dad had the perfect house for a Christmas party. It was set
in the rolling hills east of town, with a gorgrous view of the city. The
stream that ran through their property was the same one that eventually
became the river by the city park, as it flowed westward. The orange
sunset glinted through the skyline of the city and off the sparkling
creek, filling the interior of Zach's home with dancing lights.
Their place had a cathedral ceiling and a huge window, basically a glass
wall, that faced west. The open floor plan combined a large living area
aith a dining alcove and a library filled with books. At one end was a
pit, where the floor descended in a square shape, step by carpeted step,
down to a free standing fireplace. People could gather around all four
sides, sit on floor cushions, and pop popcorn, toast hot dogs, make
smores and so on.
In the middle of the room was a huge decorated fir tree, stretching up
two stories to the cedar ceiling. The lights from the fire and the tree
glowed as evening descended and we gathered around after our meal to sing
and tell stories.
I often hung out there, because of Zach of course. When I wasn't there,
he was over at our place.
Tiger was present, playing acoustic guitar as she sat by Doc who was
pretty good with the guitar himself. They chose the songs and we followed
along. I was singing alto now; I never did get back my upper register
after my throat got crushed last summer. Tiger didn't mind; she needed a
good alto for her backup group anyway, and when Zach- and coach- let me
have some time, I was off practicing and performing with her crew. We
were not without a strong soprano however, because Natalie was there. And
we had our tenor, since Evan came wherever Natalie was. It was almost too
much, truthfully, the way they kept staring at each other and ignoring
the rest of us. And putting their hands on each other's legs, and
thighs...get a room!
Aunt Liz was there, because- hold on for this one- she had become Mrs.
Doc!
That's right, she and Doc had been going out for some time. They had kept
it quiet, but it became clear that some of those nights when I thought
Liz was working late, she was really at a movie, or late dinner, or an
after hours club. How about that!
Mom was there because she and Liz were like sisters. That was fine,
everybody needs a friend. I wish they had both been more considerate of
me and my needs, but none of them were counselors or anything like that,
and I do believe that they had imagined they were doing what was best for
me. I did begin to see how Zoe could come across to her mom as hard-
headed and opinionated, though, since she was probably just standing up
for herself. Liz could get pretty controlling, and not even be aware of
it.
Zoe was there too of course, since it was her home now as well. She sat
on the other side of me from Zach; she seemed more at ease than she used
to be, but maybe a large part of her uneasiness had been me and my weird
situation, which was now mostly resolved. (She's at the top place on the
speed dial on my phone now.) She often smiled at me as we sat together
in the flickering light. Zoe was not much of a singer, but she had a
tambourine with which she kept us all in rhythm. That was Zoe, making
sure we stayed on task.
Matt was there, naturally, and leaning on his arm was Sarah. They got
along really well because of their mutual interest in sports, and they
both enjoyed kidding and practical jokes, and Sarah was tall so she
looked more like Matt's age than she really was. She also put up with a
lot of his thick-headedness which sometimes drove the rest of us crazy.
It seemed like he just could not buy a clue! But she was savvy enough for
both of them. He never missed Lila at all; if anything, he was relieved
to be rid of her incessant demands.
Sarah was free to go to Matt because Kevin had dumped her.
See, Kev was so disgusted at himself for letting Lila push him into
hurting Cho that he spent all his time trying to make it up to my friend.
It was like Zach had been doing with me, only motivated by remorse rather
than romance. Little gifts, cards, eventually going out for food, then a
movie...He was so pathetic about it all that soft hearted Cho actually
began to feel sorry for him. Then came the evening when he drove her home
in his Mustang after dinner out, and he was still begging forgiveness,
and a tear came down his cheek, and Cho was moved by this, and leaned
over and kissed that tear.
They just stared at each other for what seemed like forever.
Then they both leaned their heads together and kissed again, slowly and
tenderly.
And so our newest couple was born.
Cho could not have been happier, it seemed like she was bouncing up and
down wherever she went.
I had still been volunteering at the shelter with her on Saturdays, so I
heard all about it. Mom is also working her unofficial power politics
shadow government magic to get Cho's dad off the blacklist and into this
country. I'm sure it will happen, he should never have been put on the
list in the first place.
So there were are, one big happy family.
More or less.
Tensions are there, between Kev and Sarah, and between me and both Mom
and Liz, and I still keep on watchful eye on Kev and don't completely
trust him with Cho, but if life were perfect what would we need heaven
for?
Oh, and when the Wilsons moved in with Zach and his dad (it's a huge
place, they still have two spare guest rooms), mom bought their old
place. I have my old room! It feels funny sometimes, without them there,
but comfortable and familiar too. And it does have that swimming pool,
which I like to use, weather permitting. And sometimes when their folks
go out for the evening I get to watch Lord Him and Lady Her and they like
the place too, it is like home in a way. And Joe at the Quik Stop knows
me, and other people in the neighborhood, and I have this feeling that
they were scared for me after last summer and are quietly looking out to
make sure I don't get hurt again. My Butch side tells me that this is too
much neighborly interference and a person should have some privacy, but
my Stacy side says shut up, it's a kind of love, and who doesn't need
love?
So everybody in my life is accounted for, except one.
Kevin told us at that Christmas party that Lila had worn out her welcome
at the alternative school. Not a day had gone by but what she had not
needed to be physically restrained, or she defied the staff, or stole
something. Finally before they could stop he she grabbed a girl's pencil
and stabbed her in the neck with it. That was it; the school had other
violent students, some adjudicated there by court order, but she was more
than they could handle.
So now she is in a locked facility. It is still called a "school", but
there are bars on the windows, and it's "residential"; everybody gets
locked in at night, and there is a guard.
None of us liked Lila, but that was still sobering news and kind of put a
damper on the party.
But then Zoe organized us into opposing teams for parlor games, and we
ended up teasing and joking and having a good time.
Everybody there had gifts; we put them in a heap under the tree. All we
knew was to bring something for a boy or a girl, so it was left up to
chance who got what.
Doc got a watercolor of blue iris, from Natalie, and promptly hung it up
on the wall of the dining area.
Sarah got a set of Russian nesting dolls, from Liz. She surprised us by
being very quiet for a moment, she who was usually so boisterous. Then
she walked over and gave Liz a silent hug.
Zach got a folding lockback knife from Mom; it was a nice one, but none
of our guys are outdoorsy or much into knives and such. Mom just assumed
she knew what guys would like; maybe they used to back in her day, or
maybe she uses too many stereotypes and should just stop making
assumptions.
I got a CD master from Tiger, which I will cherish.
Matt got my homemade lemon bread with lemon curd spread. I've suddenly
been getting domestic urges; where did those come from? Were they always
lurking in the shadows? He was already digging into it before the party
broke up, and only started sharing some after Sarah began teasing him
about it.
So that was a memorable Christmas, certainly the most lively one I had
ever had.
Gymnastics was hard work. At first I had been so excited, because I had
always wanted to do the girls' routines (and maybe wear their cute
outfits? Who knows) but once I got used to it the glamor wore off and it
was just a grind. Coach was relentless, insisting I "live up to my
potential".
But I don't know what that was supposed to be; I ended up getting third
in my level of Junior competition at States (for all-around), and she was
furious at me. She said I had not tried hard enough, and even that I was
getting too big in the chest and judges didn't like that. Next year she
wants me to wear a constricting bra underneath my outfit so my boobs
don't show. She says lots of girls do it. Sheesh. Doc has still got me on
hormones to build up my bones and get my levels up to what they should
have been; I need that to keep my bones strong. What good is a gymnast
with broken bones? So then I'm too busty? Double Sheesh. Still, it was
more than I could have dreamed of just a year ago.
When Spring came and the mud in the dirt roads out behind Zach's dried
out, he would take me out there for drives in his Civic. There was no
traffic, which meant there was lots of privacy, so we could stop and kiss
when we wanted to. Of course, the car was too small for us to do much of
anything else.
But then one Sunday afternoon we went out for a picnic. He had explored
around and found an old unused logging road; he turned down there, being
very careful not to damage his car on the ruts or big stones. Soon we
came to an open field, where he turned around and we got out and tossed
an old tablecloth onto the mossy ground. We had sandwiches and lemonade
and chips and bananas, and then just sat there on the cloth chatting.
I decided the time had come. Matt and Zoe had been great about keeping my
deep dark secret, but it was not right of me to keep it from Zach, not if
I wanted him to trust me to be honest with him.
I coughed nervously, and he looked at me sideways with a question in his
eyes.
"Uhm, Zach, I've never been as close with anybody as I have with you, and
I want more than anything for that to continue, but I need to tell you
something that may change the way you feel about me."
I don't know what I expected, but he just nodded seriously and said "Go
ahead."
"Well, I know that Zoe told you all that the deep dark secret of mine
that she had been keeping was that I had this genital deformity, I'm sure
you remember?"
"Pfft, I thought she was overdoing it."
"Well, she was protecting me. She didn't tell the whole truth, because I
was afraid of losing you and my other friends. I...."
This was so difficult! I was sweating and shaking.
But Zach just sat there, letting me compose myself, saying nothing.
"Zach, please don't hate me? But the truth is that although I have always
genetically been a girl, I did not know it until this summer. My mother
kept the truth from me. You see, I had the genitals of a boy. Yes, the
cock and balls. And I thought I was a boy. I used the boys locker room at
school. I hung out with the guys, got into fights, played pickup
football, looked like a scruffy ruffian, only went by the name 'Butch',
the whole nine yards. I let Sarah and the gang give me a makeover because
of a clothing mixup, and then I don't know, it began to seem like a
daring experiment or something; Liz helped me with a convincing disguise.
But...when you first met me, even though I flirted with you...I thought I
was a guy. It wasn't until after the rape when your dad put me back
together that I actually physically became what my chromosomes had always
meant for me to be."
He still said nothing.
I couldn't stand it.
"So, do you hate me now? I'll understand if you do, because I should have
been more honest and trusting with you. Please, say something!"
Zach leaned over and placed his hands gently on each side of my face.
"Thank you" he said. "Thank you for trusting me like this, letting me
know something that could make you so vulnerable. It's the greatest gift
I can imagine, your trust."
And he leaned over and kissed me!
I started bawling, and clutched him so hard I knocked us both over onto
the moss, and then we were laughing and kissing, and then I took his
clothes off piece by piece and he took mine off the same way, slowly and
tenderly, and we kissed each other's bodies and caressed and it seemed
like we melted together.
But we didn't go all the way, even though we both did end up sticky and
messy afterward. Even though I could never get pregnant, I still wanted
to save something for later. I'm the kind of person who likes to eat the
cake first and save the frosting.
And then Memorial Day came and we had a big swimming party at my place,
in honor of my one year anniversary here, even though Zach has a bigger
pool. But everybody agreed it sounded like fun, and I raced Sarah and
Matt again, and had the same results as last year (but no wrestling this
time!), and we all laughed about old times.
Natalie is no longer waif-thin. I hope to hell she doesn't get pregnant;
I know how hot for sex Evan can get. Cho is still infatuated but I still
don't trust Kev, not after his display of weak character last fall, so I
still keep my eye on him. So, there may have been a little more tension
in the air this time.
Tiger and Zoe made fun of all the couples, calling us "moon eyed calves",
and swore they would always be bachelors. We'll see. They are strong
willed, but also quite attractive in many ways, and surely they will
discover their own desires in time, and what will they do then?
Time will tell.
So it had been quite a year. I am mostly Stacy now, although the Wilsons
and Zach and his dad know my secret. Mom and I have made peace, perhaps
as much as any teenage girl can make with her mother. When she's away in
Washington, one week a month, I go stay at Zach's.
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Well Ashleigh, that was everything I wrote for Ms. Black (I added the bit
about the picnic later),
and we both agreed my rehab was complete.
You are the only person back home who now knows the truth about me.
If you are wondering why I have not been keeping my social network page
up to date, well, that's why. You can find my new active page if you
search for "Stacy Mullens".
You were always a good friend to me, including me in things, eating lunch
together, letting me into your circle. I realize that I was oblivious to
any messages you may have been trying to send me and if I did miss
anything like that, I'm sorry.
As I did with Zach, I am also now trusting you. You can bust me to your
friends and mine, or you can protect me.
I hope we can still be friends.
Your old pal,
Butch.
Vicky
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