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Jenna left Andy's room and traversed down the stairs. Stopping at the
bottom, she asked herself. What was that about?
Andy was up to something and she was determined to discover what it could
be. She did not believe the homework story for a minute. Andy rarely did
homework. Most of the time, he hung out with her downstairs staring at
her with starstruck eyes. He seemed to have a terminal case of puppy love
and Jenna thought that it was cute.
But today was different. He went straight upstairs after his snack and
closed the door. She contemplated. He's hiding something. I can tell.
As she thought about it more, Andy had exhibited this behavior before. He
would make some excuse to go to his room, like taking a nap or reading,
and then would disappear for a while. The only thing distinct about today
was that Andy spent a lot more time upstairs in his room. She had not
noticed if he had closed the door on other occasions, but he certainly
had done so today.
And what about his behavior when she went up to his room? He definitely
was nervous about something. And the way that he flew past her when she
was going to the desk. Was he doing something there that he didn't want
her to see? Who knows? Perhaps he was writing a love note to her. This
thought made her giggle. Andy was so cute. She didn't want to spoil his
secret crush on her. But what if it was something else? Something that
his mom should know about?
Jenna decided to wait five minutes to give Andy time to relax. Then, she
would sneak back upstairs and see if she could discover what was going
on. She would try not to be too intrusive, in case Andy really was making
a love note.
*****
Andy exhaled a sigh of relief. That was a close call. Much too close.
He circled around his bed and retrieved the skirt and tank, shaking them
to remove any accumulated dust, and laid them out on the bed again. Then,
he went back and retrieved the Mary Jane's. Looking longingly at the
skirt and tank, he contemplated getting dressed again. He really wanted
to, but he had this nagging feeling that Jenna hadn't completely believed
him.
Maybe she will come back up and catch me.
Deep down, this is what Andy really wanted. He was so tired of hiding. He
wanted everyone to know. But he was scared, petrified in fact. His mom
would not love him anymore. Everyone would hate him.
He lowered his head and looked at his feet, about to cry again. Suddenly,
his body stiffened as if a burst of electric current were passing through
it.
The socks! THE PINK ANKLETS! DID JENNA SEE THEM?
In full panic, he rushed from one end of his room to another, with his
hands squeezing his head, as if it were about to explode and he was
trying to contain it. Stopping inches in front of the closet mirror, he
spoke in a whispered shout to his image. "Did she see the anklets? DID
SHE SEE THE ANKLETS?
Then, he remembered that he still wore the cami. Maybe it was visible
through his t-shirt. He checked his image from different angles. DID SHE
SEE IT? DID SHE NOTICE THAT TOO? The words screamed inside his head.
Andy thought that he was going crazy. He totally was freaked out. He
dropped down to the floor and pulled off the anklets. Then, took off his
t-shirt and removed the cami. Finally, he pulled off his jeans and took
off the panties.
After putting his own clothes back on, he gathered up all of his sister's
things, placed them carefully into the bag, and returned them to his
closet. He would sneak them back into his sister's room later.
*****
Jenna tiptoed up the stairs. She had devised a plan that should enable
her to discover what Andy was doing, while still not exposing his crush
on her. She suddenly would burst into his room. If he was seated at his
desk, she would assume that his activities were crush-related and would
respect his privacy. However, if it was something else, she probably
would get a glimpse of it.
She felt a little guilty, sneaking around like this. But something was
wrong with Andy and she wanted to help. He did not seem to have even a
minute of happiness in his life. She couldn't remember the last time that
she had seen him smile. Something had to be done and the first step was
to find out what was going on with him.
*****
Andy lay in his bed, exhausted from the stress. This had been too close.
He had made too many mistakes. If he kept this up, eventually he would be
exposed, and his life, as he knew it, would end.
Mom won't love me anymore.
Actually, he could not understand why she loved him now. He was a freak,
a terrible person. No one should love him. Andy had contemplated running
away numerous times to spare his mother the shame of having a child that
was a mutant. But he couldn't figure out a way to leave home without
making his her sad. His grandma would be sad too. Andy did not want to be
responsible for that. And, in truth, he really didn't want to be
separated from his family.
He had tried to stop dressing in Sarah's clothes many times. He had tried
to force himself into accepting that he was a boy, but these efforts
always ended in failure. Although he was able to suppress his feelings
for a while, they always returned even stronger than before. There just
seemed to be no way to control it. Andy felt as though he was living
under a curse. But what kind of curse? Was he cursed because he couldn't
control his desires or was he cursed because society would not allow him
to express them?
One thing for sure was that he could not risk dressing in his room like
he had today anymore. He had to stop. This made Andy really sad.
"Why can't I just be myself? Why do I always have to hide?"
Tears streamed down Andy's face. No one tried to understand him. No one
even cared.
"Andy, I forgot to mention . . ."
He bolted up to a seated position. What was Jenna doing here? How did she
just appear like that?
". . . ah . . . Are you crying, Andy?"
Andy saw a look of deep concern on Jenna's face as she rushed over to
him. He rubbed his eyes.
"What's wrong, Andy? Why are you crying?"
"I don't know," he replied, the tears starting to flow again.
Jenna sat on the bed beside him and rubbed his back with her hand.
"That's it. Let it out. Everything will be okay."
"How can you say that?" Andy whimpered.
"Because you always feel better after you cry," Jenna consoled. She stood
up, looked around, spotted the box of tissues, and grabbed a handful.
Sitting back down, she handed them to Andy. "Now . . . can you tell me
what's wrong? Did I do something to upset you?"
"No," Andy said, blowing his nose. "I just laid down to rest and then I
started crying."
"Okay. But what made you cry?"
"I don't know. It just happened."
Jenna touched his chin and turned his head toward her. "I don't believe
you, Andy. But it's okay if you don't want to talk about it." She ran her
fingers through his hair and then took his hand. "Come on. Let's go
downstairs. I don't want you up here alone."
*****
"We're here!" Grandma Robinson called out, as she entered the house
through the kitchen door attached to the garage.
"Hi Mrs. Robinson," Jenna called back, getting up from the couch.
Sarah sped past her grandmother and made a bee-line to Jenna. "Hi Jenna!
Look. I learned third position today." She put her feet together and then
carefully turned her left foot outward so that its heel was positioned
against the middle of her right foot in a perpendicular fashion.
"Very nice!" Jenna cheered, clapping her hands. She bent down and gave
Sarah a hug. "And are these new barrettes?"
"Yup. Grandma bought them for me," Sarah beamed.
"They're very pretty."
Andy sighed. Here we go again. The encouragement, the camaraderie between
girls . . . he longed to be part of it. But, of course, he could not. He
would forever be on the outside looking in.
"Would you like to see the others?" Sarah said.
"Sure."
Sarah turned and ran upstairs.
"No running in the house," Grandma Robinson chided. "Andy?"
"Yeah."
"Do you have homework?"
"I finished it already."
"Are you sure?"
"Uh huh."
That's how his life went every day. No sweet talk for him. His role in
life did not allow for that. Why couldn't Grandma talk to him like she
did to Sarah? Why couldn't Jenna treat him like she treated Sarah? All he
got were questions about his school work and the assumption that he was
lying about doing it.
Technically, he was lying. He hadn't done any homework . . . well, except
for the little that he did when he was seated at the desk imagining that
he was a school girl. But he had no intention of finishing it. Besides,
in his mind he really wasn't lying. Not doing homework was his private
way to protest against a society that was so unfair.
Sarah bounded down the stairs holding a card full of barrettes and handed
them to Jenna.
"Oh, these are precious," Jenna said. "And I know that you'll look cute
as can be in each pair." She hugged Sarah again.
"Can you stay and eat supper with us?" Sarah inquired sheepishly.
"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie," Jenna said. "I have to go home. My parents are
waiting for me and they'll be lonely if they don't see me. You wouldn't
want that, would you?"
"No, I guess not."
"But I'll see you soon," Jenna said, touching the tip of Sarah's nose.
"You have piano in two days."
"That's right!" Sarah exclaimed, bobbing up and down.
"Okay, I'm going to say bye to your grandma." Jenna said, gathering her
things. "Bye Andy."
"Bye Jenna."
Sarah spun and looked at Andy, as if noticing him for the first time.
"Hey Andrea. Anything good on tv?"
Andy did not answer her. He still was burning inside with jealousy. At
the same time, he felt guilty. He loved his sister. She wasn't
responsible for his situation. But she served as a daily reminder of it.
He turned to her and paused, contemplating whether or not to say
anything, but then finally spoke. "Why do you keep calling me Andrea?"
"You mean you don't know?" Sarah giggled.
"I don't have a clue," Andy replied. "I don't call you names. I don't
treat you bad."
"I'm not calling you names!" Sarah protested.
"Then what do you call it? Why are you calling me Andrea?"
"Because I want a big sister like Denise. And you're it, silly!" Sarah
shouted. With that, she turned and sped up the stairs.
*****
Jenna stopped short of the threshold of the kitchen and smiled when she
heard Sarah call her brother Andrea. She thought. Sarah's just like me
when I was her age.
Grandma Robinson was cutting carrots at the kitchen counter when Jenna
entered.
"I'm going home now, Mrs. Robinson. The kids are watching tv."
"Okay, thanks Jenna. Did Andy give you any trouble?"
"No, of course not. He's a sweet boy. But . . ."
Grandma Robinson turned and faced Jenna. "What is it?"
"Well, I'm a little worried."
Grandma Robinson set the knife on the counter and walked over to the
table. "Let's sit down for a minute and talk."
She was an attractive woman of 63 years. Although her daughter, Rebecca,
had given birth to her children straight out of high school, she had not
given birth to Rebecca until she was 35. And that wasn't the only way
that the two differed from each other. Rebecca tended to be socially
progressive, while she was more conservative. Perhaps it was just a
generational difference. Rebecca liked white wine, she enjoyed red.
Her husband had passed away two months after Rebecca's positive pregnancy
test. Rebecca initially had blamed herself for her father's death,
thinking that the stress associated with her pregnancy had caused his
heart attack. But it really had nothing to do with her. He simply had a
diseased heart and it was a ticking time bomb.
After Andy was born, she took on the major responsibility for him, so
that Rebecca could attend university. When Sarah was born two years
later, she did the same. Thus, they actually were a two-parent rather
than a single-parent family.
"What concerns you about Andy?" She asked.
Jenna sighed. "I don't know. Maybe it's nothing, but have you noticed
that he doesn't talk much."
"Sure. We just figured that he is going through a phase." Grandma
Robinson had and uneasy feeling. What was Jenna getting at? "Rebecca
talked to his teacher about it and she assured her that he's not being
picked on at school. But she's keeping an eye on him just the same."
"That's good to hear, but . . ." Jenna paused. "Andy was crying this
afternoon."
"He was crying? What was wrong?"
"I asked, but he wouldn't tell me. He claims that he laid down to rest
and he just started crying for no reason." Jenna picked at a cuticle. "I
don't believe him."
"No, you're right," Grandma Robinson pondered. "Something must be wrong.
I wonder what it could be?"
"Hmm . . . do you think Jenna's teasing could be bothering him?"
"The Andrea stuff?" She chuckled. "I think that bothers me more than it
does him."
That's just it," Jenna said. "Andy doesn't seem to react to anything.
That's why I'm worried."
"I see what you mean." Jenna was right. Andy had been withdrawn lately.
Maybe he wasn't just going through a phase. "I'll tell you what," Grandma
Robinson said, as she rose from her seat. "I'll speak to Rebecca about it
when she gets home. She's Andy's mother and I don't want to make a
decision without her."
"Okay," Jenna said. "I'm sorry if I've upset you."
"Nonsense!" Grandma Robinson interrupted. "You did the right thing,
dear."
"That makes me feel better. Goodbye Mrs. Robinson. I hope everything
works out."
*****
"Jenna gave me some disturbing news today," Grandma Robinson said.
"Is she going to stop sitting for us? I hope we're not going to have to
find someone else," Rebecca sighed, as she cleared dinner dishes off the
table. "Sarah and Andy really like her."
She was tired. The day had been busy at work and after arriving home
Sarah cornered her into watching a performance of everything she had
learned in ballet class. She was relieved that things finally were
winding down. Sometimes she felt more like she was 48 years old, rather
than just 28.
"No, she's fine. The problem is with Andy," Grandma Robinson advised.
Rebecca turned to face her mother. "Really? What did he do?"
"Nothing bad or anything like that. Jenna found him crying in his room
today."
Rebecca furrowed her brow. "Oh no." A knot began to form in her stomach.
"Did she find out why?"
"No. He wouldn't tell her. According to his version, he laid down in his
bed to get some rest and just started crying spontaneously."
"That's ridiculous."
"Of course it is," Grandma Robinson said, scratching the back of her
neck. "He obviously is upset about something."
Rebecca touched a finger to her chin. "I wonder what it could be?"
"I don't know, but if I were you, I would find out soon. If he's
suffering, we need to figure out how to help him."
Rebecca dried her hands on the towel. "I'm going up to talk to him right
now."
She had just started climbing the stairs when she heard her cell phone
ring.
*****
"Rebecca?"
"Yes?"
"This is Beth Kallnon, Andy's teacher."
"Oh, Hi Beth. What's up?"
The knot returned to Rebecca's stomach. She knew darn well that something
was up. Otherwise, Beth wouldn't be calling. But being upbeat in the face
of stress was a defense mechanism that she used to help her get through
times like this.
"Well," Beth sighed. "I guess I should get right to the point of my call.
Do you remember our last conversation in which we shared a concern about
Andy being withdrawn?"
"Sure. We agreed that you wo uld keep a closer eye on him. I didn't hear
back from you, so I figured everything was okay. But your call suggests
something is wrong."
"That's just it. I'm not sure."
"What do you mean?" Rebecca pressed. On one hand, she was relieved that
Beth wasn't sure, but still there seemed to be something wrong. Her
anxiety level was increasing.
"I mean . . . ah . . . Andy hasn't changed. He's still very withdrawn and
he isn't trying in class. But I'm still not sure that it's anything
serious."
There it was. Rebecca had noticed this too and so had her mother. And now
with Jenna's news today . . . What was wrong with her son? Tears began
to fill her eyes.
"Beth, I think it might be serious."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well . . . Mom and I have noticed that he hasn't changed too and today
his sitter found him crying in his room."
"Oh my."
"I'm not sure what to do." Rebecca felt a tear stream down her face.
"I . . . ah . . . might be able to help."
"How?" Rebecca dabbed her eyes with a tissue.
"I spoke to a friend at the university about Andy. He recommended that
you bring him to the Pediatric Psychology Clinic for an evaluation, just
in case there's something seriously wrong."
Rebecca stiffened. "The Psychology Clinic?"
"I know. At first it seemed extreme to me too. That's why I held off
calling. But Andy's not improving and with what you told me about him
crying today, I think that it might be a good idea."
"Children his age cry all the time," Rebecca countered.
"Yes. That's my point. Andy usually doesn't show any emotion. My friend
said that children Andy's age cannot regulate their emotions over a
sustained period. Eventually what is bothering him will surface. He
implied that you might be able to avoid a lot of suffering if you catch
this soon."
"You're probably right, Beth. I'm going to think it over. In the
meantime, I'm going to try to talk to him tonight."
"Don't pressure him too much."
"Oh no, I won't," Rebecca assured. "I really appreciate your call, Beth,
and everything that you are doing to try to help my son."
"Thanks Rebecca. Let's keep in touch. I'll let you know if anything
happens at school. And if you decide to take Andy to the clinic, please
let me know."
"Sure Beth. Thanks a bunch."
*****
Andy sat on the edge of his bed dejected. He had just sneaked his
sister's clothes back in her room. Parting with them made him feel sad,
like he had just said goodbye to his best friend. Of course, he really
didn't know what saying goodbye to a friend felt like, because he did not
have any friends. But Andy understood that he felt sad.
Andy also felt guilty about borrowing Sarah's clothes. He wouldn't like
it if she did that to him without asking. But he couldn't seem to control
himself. It really felt like he was cursed. Although he did not want to
stop dressing, he desperately wanted to stop being dishonest about it.
But realistically, how could he ask Sarah for help? On the other hand,
who knew? Maybe she wouldn't care. After all, she claimed she wanted a
big sister. But he could not know for sure. And what about his mom and
grandma? They definitely would care. Mom had just bought him a new
baseball glove. No, asking Sarah for permission to wear her clothes was
out of the question. Besides, he really wanted his own clothes.
It was clear that he had to be more careful from now on. He couldn't keep
sneaking into Sarah's room and not expect to get caught. For this reason,
when he returned the clothes that he had borrowed, he snatched a pair of
panties from the back of her drawer, hoping that they would not be
missed. He planned to keep them hidden in his room for a couple of weeks.
Andy already had taken a bath and brushed his teeth. It only was about
7:30 pm and his regular bedtime wasn't until 8:30 pm. However, he decided
to go to bed anyway. At least in bed, he could express his femininity. He
had his pajama top on, but slid the bottoms under the pillow. Already
having put the panties on, he picked up a red towel off the bed, wrapped
it around his waist, and tucked it in so that it wouldn't fall. It made a
passable skirt, falling just above the knee. He modeled it in front of
the mirror for a few minutes. Then, getting nervous about being
discovered, he turned off the overhead light, opened the door to his room
half way, and ran to his bed and jumped in.
He now was hiding in plain sight. It wasn't perfect by any stretch of the
imagination, but it was safe and he was satisfied.
He wanted so badly to just be a girl, like Sarah. Free and without
judgement. But society wouldn't allow it.
Why?
Andy couldn't answer that question. It's just the way things were.
But why were they that way?
Why couldn't he just be himself? Why should anybody care? Andy didn't
know, but it was apparent that people did care and they cared a lot. He
felt like a condemned prisoner that was serving a life sentence without
the possibility of parole. But what had he done to deserve it?
"Andy?"
Andy stiffened as he watched his mother's silouette pass by his door. He
heard her knock on the bathroom door.
"Andy?"
"I'm in here Mom."
His mother appeared at his door and flipped on the light. "What are you
doing in bed? Are you sick?" She approached the bed and placed her hand
on his forehead.
Andy wondered if he indeed might have a fever, given the degree to which
his anxiety level had spiked.
"Do you feel bad, Honey?"
"No. I'm just tired."
"But you almost never go to bed on time. I always have to keep after you.
What's different about today?"
Andy squirmed under the covers. "Nothing Mom. I told you. I'm just
tired."
Andy felt himself cracking under the stress. First, it was the close call
with Jenna today and now he found himself in another threatening
situation with his mother. Although technically speaking he was not
wearing a skirt, if his mother saw the towel wrapped around him, there
would be no mistaking what it signified, especially since he was wearing
his sister's panties underneath it.
His mother ran her fingers through his hair. "Well, you're not hot, so I
guess you're okay." She took hold of the edge of his covers and started
to pull them back. "Come sit here on the bed with me for a minute. I want
to talk to you."
"No!" Andy shouted, pulling the covers back up in a state of panic.
His mother jumped back a little in response to his outburst. "Andy!
What's wrong?"
Andy turned away from her. "Nothing Mom. I'm just tired."
Andy felt terrible that he had yelled at his mother. She hadn't deserved
that. At the same time, he couldn't let her see him, not as he really
was. She would be horrified.
His mother sat on the bed, reached over, and embraced him. "Okay big guy.
Have it your way. We'll talk tomorrow."
Andy started to whimper.
"Why are you crying, Honey?"
He rolled over and spoke through tears. "I'm sorry I yelled at you,
Mommy. I didn't mean to do it."
"Oh sweetheart, don't worry about that," she said, brushing away tears
from his face. "I'm the one who is sorry. You said you were tired. I
didn't listen." She tucked his covers around him and gave him a kiss on
the forehead. "Night night, big guy."
Andy wanted to scream, I'M NOT A GUY!
"Night night, Mommy."
*****
Rebecca descended the stairs and went into the living room, where her
mother was watching television.
"Can we mute the tv for a minute, Mom?" Rebecca said, taking a seat on
the couch.
"Sure sweetheart. Did you talk to Andy?"
Rebecca covered her face with her hands and wept. "I think there's
something wrong with him and I"m not sure what to do." She felt her
mother sit next to her on the couch and pull her into a hug.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. We're going to figure this out."
"I hope so," Rebecca sniffled. She felt so helpless. What could possibly
be the problem?
"Did he tell you anything?" Grandma Robinson inquired.
"No. I went up to talk to him, but he already was in bed."
"That's unusual."
Rebecca dabbed tears from her eyes. "I know. I thought the same thing. I
asked him why, but he was harsh with me. Then, he started crying."
"Again?"
"Yes. That's why I'm so worried. I can tell he's upset. It's just like
Beth Kallnon described."
"Wait. Did she talk to you about Andy?"
Rebecca shifted to face her mother. "She called as I was going up to talk
to him. A friend of hers told her that boys Andy's age cannot keep their
emotions bottled up for very long. Eventually it all comes out. And
that's what's happening."
Grandma Robinson brushed Rebecca's hair from her face in a gentle
gesture. "Not so fast, sweetheart. Sure, he's upset. But that doesn't
mean that there's something drastically wrong."
"That's what I said to you earlier and you disagreed," Rebecca said in
mild protest.
"I know. I know. But I've thought about it more. Perhaps we are over-
reacting. Neither one of us has any experience raising boys. Who knows?
Maybe it's something that all of them go through at this age."
Her mother was right. She didn't have a brother. They both were flying
blind with Andy.
"You might be right. Beth's recommendation did seem a little premature to
me."
"What was that?"
"She said that her friend suggested that I bring Andy to the Pediatric
Psychology Clinic at the University. But I feel uncomfortable about doing
it."
"I don't know why," Grandma Robinson said. "You went there and they
helped you."
"I was seventeen and pregnant!" Rebecca balked.
"And you were emotionally torn apart. Maybe Andy is too."
Rebecca stood. "I don't understand you. First you cast doubt that
anything's seriously wrong and now you're suggesting that I take him to
the clinic."
"I'm doing no such thing. I'm trying to help you to understand that
taking him to the clinic, if that's what he needs, is not a bad thing."
"I wish I knew what to do," Rebecca whined.
Grandma Robinson stood and put her hand on Rebecca's shoulder. "Let me
try to talk to him tomorrow after school."
"Okay Mom. In the meantime, I'm going to talk to some of my friends at
work that have sons to see if Andy's behavior really is unusual."
"Good idea. We'll get to the bottom of this."
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