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Choices, Chapter 16
Maggie's Choice
Maggie couldn't understand why her children were so churlish. The
balloons, the streamers, the soda pop, candy and popcorn should have
prepped them for an evening of fun. She did so much want Blair's most
fateful step yet to be associated with laughter and joy. This was to
be the evening in which Blair would, by faithfully swallowing the Big
Pill, believe that she had made an irreversible decision to become
Maggie's daughter till death did them part several decades thence.
While Maggie anticipated some nerves from Blair that evening, the high-
strung kid seemed ready to snap. Blair seemed to be picking fights
with everyone. Even Alicia judged "her" to be insufferable, and twice
within the first half-hour Blair apparently had said something to cause
Angela to burst into tears. While it was possible that Angela's
hormone therapy was simply making the girl weepy, there was no
mistaking the tenor of Kirk's remarks, which seemed not only to be
misogynistic (with three "girls" present) but also homophobic (with two
"lesbians" present). Did Kirk really expect to impress Blair, Angela
and Alicia by telling them that they had an obligation "as females" to
have a lot of babies so that Bybee Lake's native population didn't get
replaced by "outsiders" who bred like rabbits - you know, like New
Englanders, Japanese and Canucks? A feminist, Maggie silently
applauded Alicia for forcing a recantation from Kirk by way of a half-
Nelson.
What probably upset Maggie the most, however, was her inability to
catch either Blair or Kirk dipping a hand into the candy or popcorn
bowls, even though the contents of both were rapidly disappearing. It
was almost as though they didn't want her to see them having fun.
As the dinner party commenced, lugubrious Laird laid low the lingering
party spirit. Blind drunk even before they sat down, he acted as
though they were attending a wake. "Lesh drink to Blur, todaysh the
day that she's gonna take a rilly, rilly big pill so she duzn't hav to
worry eva again 'bout puttin'' the toilet down afta pissin'. Blur will
be a good little girlie now on. She'll stop peein' on the rug."
Fortunately or unfortunately, those were the last coherent words that
Laird said that evening. Mumbling something, he left the table, picked
up a half-full bottle of bourbon and a used beer glass, stumbled over
to the living room sofa, where he soon fell fast asleep, snoring
fitfully, the bottle now empty, the beer glass full to the brim with
bourbon, two popcorn kernels floating on top.
Maggie apologized on Laird's behalf, but her guests graciously claimed
to have seen their parents in even worse shape. Kirk would have none
of it: "You're just trying to make us Finlaysons feel better. I don't
believe your mom ever got that hammered, Angela; and Big Al, your
father's been going to AA since you were in Pampers. No, my dad got
awesomely trashed tonight because he's ashamed of Blair. Any dad would
get shit-faced at a Big Pill Party."
Blair and Maggie glared at Kirk. Angela looked away in embarrassment.
Big Al looked set to slug Kirk.
"We don't use the s-word in this house, young man," Maggie lectured.
She otherwise didn't know quite what to say. She was pleased,
therefore, when Big Al asked, "What's a Big Pill Party?"
"Alicia," Maggie began,
I'm so pleased you asked. Angela has already been taking the Big Pill
as you can see from her new cup size. We're having a party tonight to
celebrate Blair's decision to start taking Big Pills from this evening
onward. She's been taking herbals for months, but they've produced
little or no breast development. So Blair is switching today to
synthetic steroids. Today, when I filled my prescription for six
months of Big Pills, theoretically for me, but actually for Blair, the
pharmacist refused to believe that I was menopausal. I guess I should
be flattered. He said that the high potency of the Big Pill didn't
make any sense unless I was trying to change my sex as rapidly as
possible. So I had to admit that I was born a man. He was shocked,
but he nonetheless complimented me on my success "at passing". Blair,
sweetie, if that druggist talks, then you'll have to get used to
everyone's thinking your mother is a man. That's a hoot, isn't?
"I don't see the humor in it," said Kirk. "When word gets around that
my mother is as big a weirdo as my sister-brother, I won't be able to
show my face in public. Blair, you're ruining my life. No wonder my
friends won't be seen with me."
"I am not," Blair said. "I'm not the reason you don't have any
friends. It's your own sour puss."
They were about to come to blows, but Angela in all innocence diverted
them: "Ms. Maguire, I didn't know you were originally a dude. Does
that mean that Blair and Kirk are adopted? I mean they couldn't be
yours, could they now?"
"Angela, you are a total doofster! Were you born yesterday, along with
your tits?" said Kirk. "Blair isn't adopted. When two guys make a
baby together, the kid is always a dickhead like Blair."
Maggie admonished him: "That's more than enough, young man. One more
comment like that and you'll be having the longest timeout of your
short life. Angela dear, I was never a man. I've always been a woman.
You do understand, don't you, that the drugstore would never knowingly
provide Big Pills to anyone Blair's age? That's why the prescription
had to be in my name. That's why I fibbed to the druggist."
Kirk wouldn't let up: "Come on, Angela, you know that Maggie isn't our
mother. Mine died and they're still looking for Blair's in the zoo."
Kirk easily ducked Blair's slow-motion punch; however, in doing so, he
"accidentally" bumped Big Al's arm, causing her to spill hot chocolate
on her jeans. Big Al gave Kirk a mighty shove, causing him to bounce
off Blair, who fell off his chair onto the floor.
Maggie raised her voice:
Children, that's quite enough! This is an adult occasion: A Big Pill
Party for a transsexual child like Blair is the equivalent of her Bat
Mitzvah. We're celebrating Blair's step into female puberty. It would
help set the mood, consequently, if you, Blair get out from under the
table. Your brother can see that you're trying to tie his shoes
together. And you, Kirk should get a paper towel for Big Al, to help
her sop up the spilt milk; but don't you dare put your hands on her
thighs. Remember how a gentleman acts around a lady.
"Al's no lady; she's a bull dyke," replied Kirk. This remark got him a
sharp punch to his midriff, leaving him breathless and wordless.
Maggie used the lull in the "conversation" to serve cake and ice cream
to the quarrelsome quartet. Atop Blair's slice of cake, amongst the
icing rosettes, she had artfully placed the now sugar-coated Big Pill
that Blair would swallow, according to Maggie, to prove (before
witnesses) that Blair wanted to live the rest of her life as a female.
Then, to (over)dramatize the occasion, Maggie fibbed that Blair's
sexual transformation would become "virtually irreversible" once she
had taken two Big Pills, followed by one Big Shot from Dr. Sentirsi in
two days time. Maggie finished by explaining the importance to the
peace and tranquility of Blair's entire family that she keep her
promise to take both a sufficient number of Big Pills and Big Shots -
however many it took - to look like a complete female after
reassignment surgery in July.
Angela and Big Al applauded; they urged Blair to "start with the icing"
in order to get to the Big Pill "lickety-split".
"Come on, sweetie," said Maggie, camera poised, "start with the Big
Pill, just like your friends said. This is the moment of truth - when
you prove how much you love your mommy."
"That's it. I can't stand it anymore!" Kirk shouted. "I'm tired of
Blair being treated around here like Cinderella and me like an ugly
stepsister. Let's see if Blair is willing to eat her cake and pill off
the floor!" With that, Kirk swept Blair's plate of cake onto the floor
between their two chairs. When Blair reached downward to save what he
could from her upturned plate, Kirk pushed him up and away, in order to
reach the "cake" first. Ignoring shouts from their tablemates, the
siblings tumbled about on the floor, smearing themselves with cake and
ice cream.
Finally, Blair, announcing that he'd found the Big Pill, surfaced with
his mouth closed shut, the pill ostensibly inside. He then gulped down
a swig of chocolate milk. "There, I've done it. Kirk couldn't stop
me from swallowing the Big Pill."
Big Al and Angela applauded, but Maggie seemed paralyzed by doubt and
suspicion. She didn't move a muscle until Kirk, still lurking below
the table, celebrated Blair's "achievement" by pulling down his
"sister's" pink cotton panties (with white lace trim at the waist and
legs). As Kirk rose to brandish them, Maggie told him in no uncertain
terms to retire to his room "to reflect on how boys should treat
girls." Kirk headed off, but not until he'd wrapped the panties around
Blair's head like a head scarf.
Maggie noticed that Blair was reacting to her supposed humiliation with
a moronic smile, while Kirk practically seemed to relish his
banishment, despite the damage done to his standing before their
guests. Suspecting that her kids were somehow in cahoots, she resolved
to wrap the party up early. Fortunately, Coach Anderson offered to
drive both his daughter and Angela home. His breath smelt of Gatorade.
As soon as the Coach had departed with the two girls, Maggie told Blair
that she wanted a heart-to-heart, mother-daughter chat at the kitchen
table. Once seated, she took Blair's hands in hers and said, as softly
as she could, "Blair, you didn't swallow the Big Pill, did you? Did
you even find it?"
She could see that Blair was weighing her options. After due
deliberation, Blair countered, "I told you I swallowed the pill, didn't
I? Do you think I was lying?"
Maggie might have bought the lie if her daughter had been able to look
Maggie in the eye or Blair had used more forthright language. Blair,
Maggie noticed, had answered with interrogatives. Possibly to avoid an
outright falsehood? And so, Maggie asked, "Blair, I don't want
rhetorical questions from you. I insist on a straight answer. Did you
swallow the Big Pill and is it somewhere in your digestive system?"
Blair shook his head: "You're right. I never found the pill. Kirk
must have it. Maybe he threw it down the toilet. Didn't you hear a
flush after he went upstairs? Do you want me go to my room for
fibbing?"
"Not so fast, young lady. As for Kirk, If he flushed a Big Pill down
the toilet, he'll be paying for it out of his allowance," Maggie said.
The Big Pills are expensive, so costly that their price proves, Blair,
how much your father and I love you. It's going to cost a fortune to
transform you into the girl of our dreams. But it will be well worth
it because I know that the day of your final operation is going to be
the happiest day of your life - and most definitely of mine. Why,
then, did you tell us that you swallowed the pill? Was it because you,
always the ham actor, were improvising? Did you think that the party
would be a bust if you admitted that you couldn't find the Big Pill?
Is that why you pretended to find it - to allow everyone to party with
you? Is that why you lied?
"Yeah, I guess so," said Blair, the shoes on his twitching legs
clacking against the chair and table leg.
A wide smile lit up Maggie's face:
Always my thoughtful Blair! No mother could hope for a sweeter
daughter! While we've got to stop losing Big Pills, I've got another
one here for you to take, and a glass of milk to help you get it down.
So that there won't be any tomfoolery this time, I want you to start
swallowing the moment I place the pill in the back of your mouth.
After you drink some milk, I want you to open your mouth really wide to
prove that you actually took the Big Pill. Once you've done that, I'll
let you stay up late to watch television with me. We'll curl up under
a blanket and watch one of those sentimental movies about girls and
their horses that brings tears to the eyes of we females. Now open
wide ....
Blair's jaws slammed shut. "I can't! I won't! You can't make me!"
Tears welled up in his eyes.
"What are you saying, Blair? That you don't want to be my daughter?"
"Not if it has to be for the rest of my life! Not if I can't ever be a
boy again! I promise, mom, to continue dressing like a girl - for
months or even years if you want. However, I refuse to actually become
a girl. If you make me take a Big Pill or have surgery, I'll run away
from home. Thanks to Cody, I know that I'm not a transsexual, never
was, never will be, because I'm actually a gay boy - just like Kirk
says I am, and daddy fears I am."
"Blair, what about the Punani Academy? Were you ever interested in
going to it?"
Blair explained:
Sure, I 'm still interested in going to it, 'cause it's an amazing
place. It would be awesome if Cody could be my roommate at Punani.
I've talked it over with Cody. He says he's cool with my dressing like
a girl 24-7 during our entire stay at Punani, but he'd insist on the
school administration knowing that I'm really a boy so that the school
nurse doesn't try to give me ho'mones to grow me boobs 'like other
girls my age.' As for the girls at Punani, Cody knows where to find me
some stick-on falsies that look like the real thing. I'll even be able
to shower with them on! Of course, everyone will have to know that
Cody's a dude because there's no way he'd ever pretend to be a girl or
wear anything but guys' clothes. Do you think you could get the
school to admit us both, me in skirts, and Cody in Levis?
Maggie, perplexed, said:
Blair, I simply don't understand you. You've got no problem with
crossdressing for months or years at a time. You didn't even make a
peep when we sent two-thirds of your male clothes to Goodwill and put
the remainder in deep storage. I know for a fact that you love
dressing up in your feminine finery. Now you talk excitedly about
Cody's finding you some 'fake boobs," and I assume that a plastic
vagina will be next. But why on earth wouldn't you want the real
thing? Any why would you risk someone's publicly exposing you - doing
his utmost to humiliate you - as a crossdressing male, when you're one
of the lucky few who has a mother and doctor able and willing to
transform you into a girl before you even hit male puberty. I'm
offering you a chance to stay beautiful for the rest of your life.
It's an offer that Dr. Faustus accepted, why won't you?
"Did that doctor have to change his sex in order to look beautiful for
life?" Blair asked.
Maggie had to admit that Faust not only stayed male, but received a
good-looking wife for selling his soul. Blair didn't think the wife
part of it much of an incentive for a gay boy. Besides, he and Cody
were already hitched for life.
Maggie pounced:
Blair, you're not even eleven yet, and you're talking about being with
Cody for the rest of your life? At your age, neither of you can be
sure that you're even going to end up being gay after your male
hormones start raging. And if Cody really is a homosexual, then he'll
probably end up cheating on you with two thousand other boys, like all
gays do. Could you handle his showing up with a new boyfriend twice a
week? If you really want to marry a boy and live with him for the rest
of your life, Blair, then you definitely should take the Big Pill
because it will turn you into a real woman, and thus able to marry a
heterosexual guy. Heterosexual males love their wives till death do
them part. That's what they promise in their wedding vows. So if you
and your husband are both heterosexuals, you a female and he a male,
then you're much likelier to stay together forever than two gay boys,
like Cody and whoever.
It had been an effective speech, for Blair had heard plenty of
schoolyard warnings about "pedal files", gay guys (presumably on
bicycles) who were so crazy for sex that they'd do it with any boy, no
matter his age or looks. And Kirk had told him when he started "doing
it" with both Alicia and Cody, that Blair was "behaving like a typical
gay slut."
Blair now didn't know quite what to do - he certainly didn't want to be
gay if Cody was going to cheat on him with two thousand other boys.
Yikes, that would mean that Cody would be sexing it up with every boy
in the elementary schools of Bybee Lake. Maybe to make quota he'd have
to fool around in Smith Lake too! But it Blair, by taking the Big
Pill, grew boobs as big as melons (or worse, lost his pecker), then
Cody would be sure to leave him for a "real boy", no matter how many
times Cody asked Blair when they "sexted" with their mobile phones to
pose in panties and a bra.
Blair was torn - to swallow or not to swallow, which was out of the
question? As he pondered his options, he picked up the Big Pill
speculatively, turning it over and over in his palm. He even tasted it
for a couple of seconds with the tip of his tongue (almost giving
Maggie an orgasmic rush), then decisively returned it to the table.
"No," he said. "You're wrong. Cody loves me. No matter what other
gays do, he'll be different. He'll never let me down."
"Blair, if Cody truly loves you, he'll accept your being a transsexual.
He'll love your body, no matter how feminine it becomes, because he
loves the real you, deep inside. He says he loves the inner you,
right, and not your blue eyes and blonde hair?"
Blair nodded. Maggie continued: "Well, the inner you is female. You
know it; your entire family knows it. You think the reason that no
one's figured out that you're a boy when you're 'acting as a girl' is
because you're a good actor. That's not it, not at all. To play a
girl doesn't require any acting from you at all because you are just
playing yourself, your inner self. You're no more acting when you
dress up as a girl than John Wayne was acting when he played a tough
cowboy; or Johnny Depp, a pasty-faced freak; or Madonna, a wanton
slut."
"I am a good actor, I truly am," replied Blair, now pouting.
Maggie wasn't going to let him change the topic:
Of course, you're a good actor. As a girl and transsexual, it takes
talent for you to play a male role like Count Albrecht or even to be a
half-convincing Ganymede when you're obviously more comfortable being
Rosalind. Most of all, sweetie, it takes enormous talent for you, a
female since birth in all but body, to play the role of Blair, the
sissy gay boy, so convincingly until you grew out of that role five
months ago. Here take the two pills [which Blair reluctantly did].
It's about time that you gave Cody a chance to prove how much he loves
you. By taking those pills in your hand right now, without further
fuss, you'll prove that you have faith in Cody, to prove that you're
worthy of his love.
With one hand, Maggie placed Blair's left hand around the glass of
chocolate milk, and with the other Maggie guided (some might say
"forced") Blair's right hand up to 'her' mouth, tilted it so that both
pills slid to the back 'her' throat, the pink pill disappearing from
view, and then brought Blair's hand up to 'her mouth,' tilted to glass,
and washed the Big Pill down Blair's throat. At long last, the pill
had not proven too big for the 'girl' to swallow.
Maggie suggested they toast the moment with glasses of chocolate milk.
First she toasted Blair's wisdom in giving a Cody a chance to
demonstrate his deep and abiding love. Next, Maggie toasted Cody for
being able to love Blair for what she truly was, a transsexual who has
just made Maggie the happiest mother in the world. Finally, Maggie
toasted Blair for having the courage to embrace her destiny as a real
woman, who one day would, with the help of modern medicine, give birth
to Maggie's granddaughter, who would be another living doll like Blair.
Though Blair looked like she'd just taken arsenic, he nevertheless
drank to each of his mother's toasts. At Maggie's urging, Blair added
another of his own: "May I grow up to be as beautiful as my mom!"
Maggie took Blair into her arms to reward her daughter with dozens of
loving kisses, after every three or four of which, Maggie took time to
inhale and repeatedly to say, albeit in different words each time, that
she loved Blair so much more deeply now that Blair had finally made an
irreversible decision to become physically, as well as emotionally, a
real daughter to Maggie.
It was almost immediately after Maggie used the word "irreversible"
that Maggie noticed that Blair's feminization was going into reverse.
For whatever reason it was evident that Blair was having difficulty
keeping the Big Pill down. Three or four desperate gulps revealed that
Blair was actually at risk of vomiting his meal of milk and pills all
over the kitchen table. It was, therefore, with a mixture of relief
and despair that Maggie watched Blair lurch to the kitchen sink, where
the kid promptly and repeatedly undid Maggie's entire evening. Blair
even had to admit that the Big Pill looked intact as it swirled down
the drain.
"Sorry for hurling. I must have the flu," Blair gasped, "cause I can't
seem to keep anything down"
Maggie wasn't buying it: "You don't look like you have the flu or any
sort of virus. You can't keep the Big Pill down because you refuse to
complete your transformation into my daughter. You're being stubborn
and mulish. It's hard to believe that you love me at all."
"I do love you, mommy."
"If you love me, then you'll take the Big Pill and keep it down. Sit
down at the table." The Maggie carefully quartered a Big Pill with a
paring knife. "Here, there should be no question now of the pill's
being too large for you to get down and to keep down." Once again,
Blair had the Big Pill in hand, albeit in quarters. Maggie next said:
"Here's a glass of water, just in case the chocolate milk is too rich
for your delicate condition. Take a good healthy swig for each piece
of pill - that is, if you want to prove to me that I've not been
wasting my time on you today."
Maggie then took a piece of pill, placed it on Blair's tongue, and
then, without waiting for Blair to raise 'her' own glass, Maggie, using
a second glass of her own, emptied enough water into Blair's mouth not
only to wash the quartered pill down to the pit of 'her' stomach but
also to half drown the 'girl'. However, the pill stayed down despite,
or because of Blair's successful efforts to cough up the excess fluid
in 'her' windpipe.
"You ... almost ... drowned me," Blair remarked.
"Don't be such a baby. One down, three to go. Now where did you put
the rest of the Big Pill?"
Actually, they lay on the kitchen floor, close to where they landed
after Blair, first in shock, and then in panic, threw up his hands in
an attempt to block the watery assault on his windpipe. "They're on
the floor," Blair announced. "I guess I'm fated to have only one-
quarter of a Big Pill today. Oh well, what's the rush to swallow the
whole thing? Now mommy, now can ... may I go up to my room?"
Maggie meanwhile had retrieved the pieces of Big Pill from the floor,
and after giving them a quick dusting with a paper napkin, advised
Blair that they were now clean enough for consumption. "Here," she
said, "a glass of water will drown any germs that might remain."
Blair finally rebelled. As ready as he was to obey his mom, he blurted
out: "First you tried to drown me. Now you're ready to poison me -
all so I'll take that damn pill. Well, I won't. It's time you
understood that you're not the boss of me. Maybe I'll take a Big Pill
tomorrow, but I probably won't. Stop playing God with my body and
soul!"
Maggie was crying:
How can you speak to me like that, Blair? All I've ever wanted is for
you to be happy. I've never tried to make you do anything that deep
down you didn't already want to do. I was right, wasn't I, about your
wanting to live as a girl. At first, you weren't sure it was the right
thing for you, but now you're ready to spend years at an all-girls'
school, just as long as Cody is your roommate. Sweetie, I'll try to
make that happen for you. But I can't help you if I don't trust me. I
can't even continue as your mother or as Laird's wife if you no longer
trust me. Here's another Big Pill. If you take it now, this instant,
with or without water, whichever you think best for you, then I'll know
that you still love and trust me. But if you won't or can't take the
Big Pill, then it will be obvious to me that I've lost your love and
respect, and so must leave this family. I mean it, Blair. Either you
take the Big Pill or I am packing my bags to leave you and your family.
You will have to take full responsibility for destroying this loving
family.
Maggie then placed an entire Big Pill once again on her 'daughter's'
tongue: "No more talk, Blair. Either swallow it or spit it onto the
floor. Depending on your next move, we can either hug each other like
a mother and daughter and I can bake you a batch of Tollhouse cookies,
or ... I can start packing to leave. If I have to pack, I'll probably
be gone before you wake up tomorrow. It's your choice: Do you want a
mommy or not?"
Blair spat the Big Pill onto the kitchen table. "Cody is right. I'm
not a girl in a boy's body. I'm a gay boy through and through.
There's no way I'll be happy in my future life as a gay boy if I have a
girl's body. Mom, I'll do anything else you ask. I just can't take
the Big Pill - ever ... never. You understand, don't you?"
"Yes, I understand that I'll never have a real daughter if I continue
to live with the Finlaysons."
With that said, Maggie marched over to Laird, still dozing on the sofa,
poked him half-awake, and announced, "Laird, it's not working out.
I've made my choice and it's to leave you and your family. I'm not
ready to give up on my dream to have a daughter, but I no longer
believe I can achieve it here."
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