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THE NEW YEAR:
Kelly primly sat in a stretch limo with six other young women dolled up
to celebrate New Year's Eve. She wore a white strapless dress with an
almost scandalously short skirt and royal-blue Fendi pumps. Kelly's
attire hardly stood out, because the other young women, all members of
Brooke's "crew", had "dressed to impress" on the last night of 2007.
Kelly had cringed with uncertainly when Brooke had informed Kelly that
she intended to bring Allison James and Erin Alford. They had both
attended Park Tudor with Jason. Katie laughed at Kelly's hesitation and
assured her everything would be perfectly fine.
As usual, Katie had been right.
Both Allison and Erin had heard rumors of Kelly's transition, from
sources other than Brooke and Katie. Apparently, word had flown through
the Park Tudor grapevine after Kelly's appearance in Indy last
Thanksgiving. Kelly presumed that her trip home had stirred talk among
her more distant relatives, which had somehow filtered to her high
school classmates.
Of course, there was also her father's prayer group.
For the first time in her twenty-six years, Kelly filled the gossip
bandwidth of multiple social circles. And all I had to do was chop off
my...
Shut up, Jason!
Brooke had cranked the limo's refrigerator thermostat to max, filled it
with frozen daiquiri mixes, and directed the driver to cruise downtown
Indy. Katie spiked the drinks with liberal amounts of rum; and, in short
order, the seven young women filled the luxurious passenger compartment
with intoxicated shrieks and giggles.
As the alcohol flowed (and with a horde of less-than- 130lb. women, not
much "flowing" was really required), confidences spilled into the air.
Grace Hardesty expected her boyfriend to soon become her fianc?.
Erin Alford had dumped her "significant other" of two years. He had
propositioned Allison when they accidentally met in Dallas at a trade
conference, that their respective employers had independently decided to
attend.
Vanessa Rodriguez wanted to know what kind of physique Jonathan the limo
driver was hiding under "that stupid uniform".
Katie was so horny that she intended to turn "Whit" into "Whit-less"
well before midnight.
And, Allison...cute, sweet, tiny little Allison couldn't stop glancing
at Kelly's smooth athletic legs.
After drinking three quarters of a banana daiquiri, Allison whispered in
Kelly's right ear, "Do you like boys...or girls...or maybe BOTH?"
A shocked Kelly shouted in a voice pitched far louder than she had
intended, "WEREN'T YOU A CHEERLEADER?"
The entire compartment erupted with laughter.
Kelly fell back against the black leather seat, feeling her face screw
up in what she knew had to be a puzzled expression. Katie finally took
mercy on her by explaining, "She pranked you, Kel."
Cat-calls rang out in the passenger compartment.
"We had to do it!"
"EVERYONE gets hazed...
"... when they pledge."
"You're one of us now."
Allison leaned over and said, "Welcome to the club," while pressing her
smooth cheek against Kelly's.
The other five young women clapped and cheered.
Some prank! What would Allison have done if I accepted her offer?
Kelly could not know, but her intuition told her that an alternative
sexual orientation would not have made any significant difference. Of
course, Brooke and Katie very well knew that Kelly liked boys.
Brooke gazed intently in Allison's direction from the far end of the
long compartment. Despite the distance, and the noise, Brooke's quiet
command carried:
"Tell her."
The limo instantly fell silent.
The suddenly changed demeanor, the serious faces, and the formal
postures that the other women abruptly adopted told Kelly that something
significant was about to happen.
Allison clasped both of Kelly's hands in her lap, looked into her eyes,
and confessed, "I have AIS."
Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome. A condition in which cells with
completely male chromosomes failed to respond to testosterone.
Consequently, a person who normally would have been destined to be male,
developed female characteristics due to the low levels of estrogen
present in even the most virile genetic male. Kelly had read all about
it when trying to understand her own gender variance.
Another Special Delivery, courtesy of Brooke! How did Jason
underestimate her so badly?
The other young women remained silent as Kelly churned through the
implications. Her mind whirled in confusion until she finally grasped
onto one obvious anomaly:
"You're so tiny!?!"
Allison grinned. "Apparently, you know that I'm supposed to be 'larger
than average'. When your Dad is 5'4" and your Mom is 4'9", I guess 5'1"
is 'larger than average'."
Suddenly, Kelly felt like the other women had disappeared into a quantum
black hole, leaving her and Allison as the only two people in the
universe.
"How did you tell them?"
Vanessa blurted, "She didn't," breaking the spell.
Vanessa's dark eyes, embedded in clearly Hispanic features, locked onto
Kelly. "We were in our first-year dorm at Earlham, and we all had cramps
because we had just started..."
Erin continued, "Except for Allison, who bounces in after her morning
run."
Brooke added, "We wanted to kill her."
"Brooke asked me, 'Why aren't you starting your period?'"
"I freaked out. I didn't know what to say. I had faked it for so long
that I thought no one would ever twig."
Erin laughed. "She looked like we had caught her with someone else's
boyfriend."
Vanessa grabbed back the story she had started. "We KNEW she couldn't be
pregnant. Something had to be up. Finally, Brooke asks, 'Don't you have
periods?'"
"And I started to cry. I had been completely busted, and everyone knew
it. All I could do was tell the truth."
There's the reason for Brooke's sudden conversion in my favor. Now, it
makes sense!
Brooke added, "We've known her since 4th grade. How could we think of
her as anything but a girl?"
The women fell silent after their collective revelation. The faint
sounds of squeaking brakes, idling engines and distant honks floated in
from the outside, as the limo waited at a stoplight. The moist, mascara-
smeared eyes which surrounded Kelly, told her that Brooke's crew knew
exactly what the last few minutes had meant to her.
I've never heard a whisper of doubt about Allison. Not a thing. Brooke
and her girls have kept Allison's secret completely within the family.
This family. And, after today, they'll do the same for me.
Kelly had learned, that for women, there are secrets that can be freely
told, secrets that can be traded, and secrets that die moments after
they are uttered. Then there are secrets that bind a sisterhood.
This really is a damn mini-sorority. Are Brooke's social instincts ever
wrong?
Allison apologetically explained, "I tried to tell them, Kelly. Two
years ago, I tried to tell them you could be just like me. We have XY
chromosomes, we take hormones every day, we'll never have periods...and
I had vaginal reconstruction the summer I turned fourteen."
Katie gulped, then apologized, "We couldn't get past Jason the perv."
Erin confirmed, "You're such a better girl, Kel."
Allison continued, "In every important way, you're just like me. What's
the difference?"
Kelly offered, "God's will?"
Grace snorted, "Oh please! Girls know girls. And, sweetie----you're a
girl!"
Good thing she hasn't noticed my size 9 pumps.
With Kelly's christening ceremony now complete, Brooke pounded on the
closed barrier that separated the passenger compartment from the
driver. Before Jonathan had lowered it half-way, Brooke screeched,
"Take us to Unicorn!"
* * *
Kelly should have known it would be a rowdy night when Brooke started
them off at The Unicorn Club. After winding themselves up ogling male
strippers, they swirled through Broad Ripple dance clubs Rock Lobster,
Subterra, and Vogue before settling down in Gelo's about two hours
before New Years.
A few men, who had been trailing after the group most of the night,
finally tracked them down in Gelo's: including Whit, Grace's fianc?-to-
be Matt, and Josh, who had spent most of the last six months mooning
over Vanessa with intermittent success.
A gaggle of tuxedo-wearing groomsmen buzzed around Brooke, who had
lifted them from the wedding party of someone who had decided to marry
on New Year's Eve. Meanwhile, Allison and Erin flitted across the dance
floor too rapidly for any one guy to pin down.
Kelly sat across a small table from Katie, who snuggled with a still-
dazed Whit. He had yet to recover from "quality time" in the limo with
his fianc?. After watching Katie whisper, nuzzle, coo and flirt with
Whit for some minutes, Kelly finally asked, "How did you and Brooke end
up so different than your mom?"
Katie's eyebrow raised, while Whit started to chortle.
"You really thought we were like our Mom?"
Kelly shrugged.
"I guess I can see it. I mean, we really didn't give you any reason to
think otherwise."
"The truth is, Kel, our Mom isn't really like our Mom."
Huh???
Katie's laugh tinkled in quiet spaces between the music. "I know that's
confusing. But, you didn't really know her before we moved back here
from California. After Dad died, and she cashed in his share of the real
estate company, she changed. And not for the better."
"When Brooke and I were little, she was completely different. She
laughed. She sang. She cracked jokes. She held tea parties with us. She
had all kinds of friends."
"But, when Dad died, it was as if she thought God owed her the right to
treat everyone like they were her servants, as compensation for losing
her husband. I'm sure that's not really what she thinks, but it's the
best description I can give you."
Katie fell silent for a moment, as they listened to "Beautiful Day" rise
up from the dance floor speakers.
"You do know that our Moms were sorority sisters at IU, right?"
"Yes, but I assumed they never really liked one another."
"That's not true at all. Look at your Mom's tri-Delt yearbooks. They
were close. In fact, my parents met because your mom decided to bring
her brother to an IU party."
"What happened?"
"I don't know. I do know that your dad came over to our house a number
of times to scream at his sister, for the way she treated his wife.
Brooke and I have also seen a tri-Delt formal pic where your mom is our
dad's date."
So many secrets. Why does every permutation of female relationships
create their own hoard of secrets?
This aspect of female existence was one that Kelly did not yet
completely understand. For example, this conversation about their
parents was perfectly fine to have in front of Whit, because Katie would
tell all of this to him anyway. If, however, Whit decided to hit on
Kelly, the trust dynamic would completely change.
Kelly, of course, would not tell Katie--not for an isolated one-time
pass; that could end the engagement and Katie might blame Kelly for
vamping her man. Telling Brooke about it, however, would be completely
natural. Not only would Kelly need to enlist help to gracefully hold off
Whit; but Kelly would also need independent confirmation that she had
not been poaching, in case Katie later discovered that Whit had tried to
cheat. Of course, Brooke and Kelly would then have a secret they needed
to keep from Katie--with Whit as a beneficial co-conspirator.
Most of this drama would never happen among a group of men; because a
man does not need protection from another man's girlfriend. Men would
either fuck her or forget her, and not worry about it.
Could there have been something between our moms and Uncle Rick, that
they felt obligated to keep from Dad, even if they are now frenemies?
God, my brain hurts!
Katie, meanwhile, still focused on her family. "Kel, Brooke and I like
to think that we're just like our Mom--real Mom--the social climber who
assumed her name after Dad died.?h
Kelly rested her forehead on her hand in the timeless "Thinker" pose, as
the loud strains of "You've Got It All Wrong" washed over her from the
dance floor. She wryly looked down her own cleavage and started to
laugh. What have I done to myself?
The people who say 'you can't change your sex' should try living with
the consequences for a few days.
* * *
As midnight approached, all seven of the young women danced on the main
floor. Grace and Katie had locked onto their men. Vanessa acquiesced to
Josh's persistence and kept running her hands over his torso as they
danced. Erin snagged one of Whit's law partners. Meanwhile, Brooke's
groomsmen cavorted around the dance floor flapping their arms in a
chicken dance mockery of Kelly's frequent attempts to keep her strapless
top in place.
The house MC tested the mic in preparation for the New Year's countdown
before Brooke picked her favorite groomsmen and farmed out the extras to
Allison and Kelly. In a quiet moment Allison rested her hand on Kelly's
shoulder and spoke into her ear, "No one can truly care about you until
you tell the truth."
Abruptly, the entire crowd shouted 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... HAPPY NEW
YEAR!!!!!
Balloons, confetti and streamers fell from the ceiling accompanied by
blaring horns and flashing lights. Kelly stood on her tip-toes to kiss
the crew-cut blond groomsman that leaned over her, but her thoughts
remained stuck on the advice Allison had just given her.
Maybe, just maybe, I'm ready to listen.
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