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Rebecca held her son close and cried with him. She had just passed
through the worst fear that any mother can have, the potential loss of a
child. Sure, there were lots of unanswered questions, most notably the
way that he was dressed, but right at that moment she was just happy that
he was safe.
"I'm scared, Mommy! I'm really scared!" Andy cried out.
She patted his back. "Don't worry, sweetheart. Everything's going to be
okay."
"No it's not!" Andy bawled. "You're going to send me away and I'll never
see you again!"
"Who told you that?" Rebecca broke her embrace and held Andy away from
her at arm's length. She saw a look of sheer terror in his eyes.
"Nobody," Andy whined, rubbing his eyes. "I just know that it's going to
happen!"
Rebecca pulled him back into an embrace, and just let him cry. "I told
you, Andy, that's not going to happen. I promise you."
Rebecca had seen some of this before. Whenever Andy became scared or felt
vulnerable, he tended to regress to a younger age, referring to her as
Mommy and things like that. But she couldn't imagine why her son thought
that she was going to send him away. Where? A crazy house as he had
accused? She realized that she was going to have to do a better job
explaining to him why he needed to see Dr. Rivera. It obviously had
caused a lot of fears that he had not expressed until today.
"We have a lot of things to discuss and work out, like why you're wearing
your sister's clothes, but . . ."
"I don't want to talk about that," Andy sniffled.
She held him away from her again. "I'm sorry sweetheart. We're going to
have to talk about it. But no matter what you tell me, I'll never send
you away. You have to believe me."
Rebecca rose from her squatting position, got a handful of tissue from
the nearest stall, and handed them to Andy. He blew his nose and handed
the dirty tissue back to her. She walked over to deposit them in the
trash can.
"Did Sarah help you with this?" she asked, motioning to his outfit.
"No. She didn't know anything about it."
"But . . . then . . . who did help you?"
"Nobody, Mommy," Andy said, his eyes cast down at the floor. "Why do you
keep saying that somebody helped me?"
Rebecca knew exactly why she kept asking that question. It was because
Andy was very well put together, everything coordinated and nice. Even
she hadn't recognize him until she was up close. It was hard for her to
believe that her son had pulled this off all by himself. She was worried
but decided not to press the issue right now. It was more important to
get him home.
"Let's just go home sweetheart," Rebecca sighed. "No. Wait. I have to
call Grandma first and tell her I found you."
- - - - - - - - - - - -
Andy was in a state of shock. He could hear his mother talking on the
telephone, but what she was saying did not register. His plan was
perfect, but he had been caught anyway. It would be impossible to talk
his way out of the mess he was in.
His mother finished the call and gave him an inquisitive look. "How did
you get past Grandma dressed like this?"
"I didn't."
"What do you mean?"
"Um . . . I . . . ah . . . hid them in a bag in the garage and came back
for them," Andy replied in a robot-like monotone.
"Came back?"
"Yeah . . . I started walking to the park because I knew Grandma would be
watching me. Then, I waited a minute and came back and got them."
His mother nodded her understanding, but still had a look of bewilderment
on her face.
"But . . . but . . . where did you change?"
"In here, Mommy." Andy responded, wincing in an anticipation of the
fireworks to come. He wasn't supposed to go into the park bathrooms
alone, much less the womens room. But his mother did not explode as he
thought she would. In fact, she appeared to be just as lost in the whole
mess as he was. After some contemplation, she held out her hand to Andy.
"Let's go, Honey. We'll try to sort this out when we get home."
Andy took her hand. As they reached the threshold of the entrance, his
mother abruptly stopped.
"Wait," she said. "What happened to your clothes?"
"I put them in the trash."
"Where?"
"Right here, Mommy," Andy replied, as if it should have been obvious to
her. He released her hand and walked over to the trash can.
His mother had that puzzled look on her face again. "You threw your
clothes in the trash in the womens bathroom.
"Uh huh," Andy nodded his head.
Suddenly a look of horror came over his mother's face.
"Oh my God, Andy!" She rushed over to him and grabbed both of his
shoulders in her hands. "Were you running away? Is this some kind of
disguise?" Tears streamed down her face.
"No! No, Mommy!" He reached out and hugged her around the neck. "I don't
want to leave. Please don't send me away! Please!" He cried out in
terror, tears streaming down his face as well.
His mother stood, holding him close to her body and patting his back.
"There, there, sweetheart. I told you, I'll never send you away. I was
just scared. I thought you were trying to leave us."
"No, Mommy," Andy whimpered. "I don't ever want to leave you."
His mother set him down.
"I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart. Whew! You're getting too heavy for
me." She fussed with the scarf on his head, which had fallen back out of
place. "Now, let's get your stuff and go home."
Andy lifted off the top of the trash can and his mother rummaged inside
and retrieved the bag of clothes. After washing her hands, Andy watched
as she checked inside the bag. She gave him a look of surprise.
"Why are your underwear in here?"
"Um . . ."
"Andy. Andy. Andy," his mother sighed, closing the bag. "Are you wearing
Sarah's panties too?"
Andy looked down at his feet and nodded his head.
His mother stood there staring at him, with her hands on her hips.
Finally, she said, "I'm disappointed in you."
Andy felt as if he had been hit by a bolt of lightening. He burst into
tears again. "I'm sorry, Mommy. Please don't send me away." He ran to her
and hugged her around the waist.
Andy felt his mother lift the neck of his tee.
"I see you've got her camisole on too."
"I'm sorry," Andy bawled. "I didn't mean it."
"Oh, but I think you did mean it, Honey. Look. It's one thing to wear
your sister's skirt, but it's another thing to wear her underwear. That's
really personal."
His mother walked over to the nearest stall, got another handful of
tissue, and gave them to him. He wiped tears from his face and blew his
nose. He was frightened beyond belief and really confused. His mom was
not reacting the way he thought she would. She was being nice about
things that he thought she would be furious about and somewhat strict
about things that he had not even considered would be a problem. It never
occurred to him that she would see a difference between him wearing
Sarah's outer clothes compared to her under clothes. But she did.
"As soon as we get home," his mother advised, "you are going to first
apologize to Grandma for lying to her and then to Sarah for taking her
clothes without permission."
'Permission?' Andy wondered. 'Would things have been any different if
Sarah had given her permission?'
"Can I change first?" he asked.
"No, you cannot. You will have to face them just as you are and
apologize."
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
Andy sat alone in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in front of him. He
felt drained completely, almost to the point of being dizzy. His stomach
roiled, which pretty much made eating out of the question. However, his
Grandma had insisted that he eat something and he did not want to do
anything to make his situation any worse than it already was.
Apologizing to Grandma had been embarrassing and traumatic. He never had
considered that what he was doing was dishonest until his Mom and Grandma
had put it in those terms. He had felt guilty about sneeking around, for
sure, but from his perspective he was affirming his true identity in a
world that refused to acknowledge it. What choice did he have? But
listening to them talk about what he had done and how disappointed they
were made him really sad. He cried more tears.
To his surprise, his Mom and Grandma had been remarkably calm throughout
his ordeal. Well . . . calm in the sense that they had not blown up and
yelled at him. However, his Grandma had been strict in warning him that
he would face punishment for lying to her, which she would inform him
about later. Neither seemed to show that slightest concern that he was
standing in front of them fully dressed as a girl. This made Andy anxious
and confused. Sure, they had asked him why he had gone outside wearing a
skirt and if he ever had ever dressed in his sister's clothes before, but
Andy could not bring himself to tell them the truth.
"I don't know why. It just kind of happened," he had said.
He played with the cereal in the bowl, grateful that they had not
pressured him.
Sarah, on the other hand, went ballistic when she saw him. She ran over
and tried to pull the skirt off.
"Take it off!" she had screamed. That's mine and you can't have it!"
His Mom had grabbed Sarah, told him to pull his skirt back up, and took
her upstairs to her bedroom kicking and screaming.
That was about ten minutes ago and he now could hear Sarah bounding down
the stairs. He quickly filled his mouth with cereal, not wanting to do
anything to make his Mom even more upset with him than she already was.
Sarah skipped into the kitchen smiling, as if her earlier temper tantrum
had never happened. "Hey sis, what are you eating?"
Andy swallowed, hoping that he would not regurgitate the cereal right
back up again. He stood up from his seat and faced her. "Look Sarah. I'm
really sorry . . ."
"Don't worry about it," she interrupted. "I'm not mad at you anymore."
"But . . . but . . . but . . ."
"I said, don't worry, Andrea. Mommy explained everything to me."
Andy tensed. "Wha . . . what did she say?"
"Well . . . she said that you didn't mean to do anything wrong and that
you probably were too scared to ask me to wear my clothes."
That much was true. Andy began to relax.
"And she told me that sisters always share things," Sarah continued, "and
that you would ask for my permission next time."
Andy tensed again. Next time? Sisters always share?
"And she's taking me shopping on Saturday to buy a new skirt and top,
because that one's yours now. But I can still borrow it if I ask your
permission."
'Mine?' Andy thought. He was overwhelmed with confusion. 'What's
happening?'
Sarah stepped forward and gave him a hug. "Now, I have the sister I
always wanted." She released him and stepped back, still holding his
hands. "And she's very pretty."
His mother entered the kitchen and smiled. "I'm glad to see that the two
of you have made up. Did you finish apologizing to your sister, Andy?"
"It's Andrea, Mommy," Sarah protested. "She's my real sister now."
Andy watched his mother help Sarah into a chair. "Okay, sweetheart. Have
it your way."
'What!' Andy thought, feeling panic overtake him. 'Why isn't Mom
defending me?'
"But did you know that Andy also is a girls name?" His mother added.
"Really?" Sarah said.
"Sure. I can think of two famous women with that name right now - Andi
Eigenmann and Andi MacDowell. Both are models and actresses."
"Cool!" Sarah beamed.
Andy was numb. This was the worst possible thing that he ever could have
imagined. He felt so exposed, the exact thing that he scrupulously had
tried to avoid. And now the pace of things was moving so fast that he
could not keep up.
"Yes," Andy heard his mother say. "The only difference is that girls
spell it with an "i" at the end instead of a "y". She made eye contact
with him and asked. "Have you finished eating, Andy"
What was going on? Was his Mom referring to him as Andi the girl or Andy
the boy? It was impossible to tell.
"Yes, Mommy," he replied sheepishly.
"Okay, sweetheart. I want you to go into the living room and talk to
Grandma for a minute, while I make some phone calls."
Andy slowly walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch.
His Grandma gave him a stern look that seemed to last for hours.
"Stand up, Andy."
There it was again. Was she speaking to him as a granddaughter or
grandson? He rose from the couch immediately and stood at attention.
Andy was filled with terror as she approached him. He thought for sure
that she was going to give him a relentless spanking. However, she
stopped in front of him.
"If you're going to wear a skirt, you should learn how to sit in one
properly. Now, watch and follow me." She lowered herself to the couch,
smoothing her skirt under her in a flowing motion.
Andy did the same.
"We do this for two reasons," she explained.
We? It was clear to Andy that she was indeed referring to him as Andi. He
couldn't quite wrap himself around what was happening.
"First, it helps to prevent wrinkles in the back of our skirt," she
continued. "And second, it prevents our skirt from riding up our legs.
Now, let's do it again."
Andy stood up with his Grandma and sat down again, smoothing his skirt
underneath.
"Good. Again."
Andy repeated the process several more times before his Grandma to told
him that he could stay seated.
"The next thing is that we sit with our legs closed," she advised.
"Otherwise, everyone would be able see up under our skirt. And we don't
want that do we?"
"No, Grandma," Andy replied softly. He put his knees together, but his
feet still were spread apart.
"That looks uncomfortable," his Grandma chuckled. "Why don't you try
putting your feet together, sweetheart."
Andy did as he was told and instantly felt relief, as the strain on his
legs abated.
"Good," his Grandma smiled. She took a seat next to him again. "Now pay
close attention, Andy. Girls don't slouch. We sit up straight like this
and place our hands on our lap."
Andy mimicked his Grandma's motions and listened to her as she continued.
"Now, once you are seated comfortably, you can cross your legs at the
ankles, like this . . ."
Andy followed his Grandma's lead.
". . . or at the knee like this . . ."
Andy watched her cross her legs at the knee and tuck her skirt in close.
He did the same.
". . . but we must always keep our legs together. Understand?"
"Yes, Grandma."
"Good," she said and rose from her seat. "Now stand up and let's do the
whole thing together."
She guided him through several repeats before she finally nodded with
satisfaction.
"Okay, Andy. Now that you know how to sit properly, we can talk."
Andy stiffened with apprehension.
"First, let's get your punishment for lying out of the way. There will be
no television after school for two weeks. From now on, you will do your
homework at the kitchen table and either Jenna or I will inspect it. When
you are finished, you will help me around the house until your mother
gets home. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Grandma."
"Good. That's settled," she announced. "Legs together, sweetheart. That's
right."
Andy was tired and confused. He wanted to lay down on the couch right
there and sleep. But there probably was some approved way to recline in a
skirt that his Grandma would have to teach him and he would have to
practice that too. Why was she spending so much time teaching him how to
sit in the first place? What did it matter? He would go back to being
Andy with a "y" tomorrow anyway. The whole thing seemed like a waste of
time.
"Are you comfortable now, Andy?"
"Ah . . . yeah . . . I guess so," he replied.
"That's no way to answer," his Grandma admonished. "Girls are polite. We
don't say 'yeah'." She made sure to draw the word out. "We say 'yes'.
Now, try again."
Andy was full of panic. What was he supposed to say? If he said 'yes',
wouldn't that mean that he was acknowledging that he was a girl? But if
he repeated 'yeah', wouldn't that be perceived by his Grandma as
rebellious and disrespectful? He was stuck!
"I'm waiting," his Grandma said, tapping her foot.
"Yes, Grandma. I'm comfortable."
"That's better. So, I guess that means that you like wearing feminine
attire."
'A tire?' Andy asked himself in alarm. 'Like on my bicycle or a car?
What is she asking me? I'm not wearing a tire!'
Apparently recognizing his confusion, his Grandma translated. "Clothes,
Andy. It means you like the clothes you're wearing. Girls' clothes.
Skirts. Dresses."
"I . . . I . . ."
"Sit up straight, sweetheart. And legs together."
Andy obeyed.
"That's good. So . . . was this some kind of a bet? Did someone at school
dare you to do this?"
"No, Grandma. I told you, it just sort of happened."
"I see," she said thoughtfully, touching a forefinger to her chin. "It
just sort of happened."
"Yes, Grandma."
"Well . . . I don't believe you," she announced, peering down at him.
Andy felt a sinking sensation in his stomach, as if he was about to get a
really bad case of diarrhea.
"But if you won't tell me why you did this," his Grandma said, "let's
talk about what you did."
She made Andy recount his entire journey, step by step, answering all of
her questions. It wasn't really that hard. He wasn't threatened much
about revealing this part.They already knew that he had been out walking
around. The rest was just details.
"So, let me make sure I understand," his Grandma said. "When your mother
found you in the park, you actually were on your way back to the
bathrooms. Am I right?"
"Yes, Grandma."
"You were going to change back into your boy gear and then come home,
hoping that none of us would have noticed anything."
Andy started to whimper again. "Yes, Grandma."
His Grandma sat down beside him and gave him a hug. "Don't worry,
sweetheart. I'm not mad. I'm just trying to understand. Okay?"
Andy nodded his head.
"Okay, sweetheart. I have just one more question. But first, let's put
our legs together. Remember, we always sit with our legs together."
Andy put his legs together and crossed them at the ankles.
"Good. Now, since you thought you could come home without anyone noticing
what you had done, does that mean that you were planning to go back out
again another day?"
"No!" Andy snapped.
His Grandma glared at him. "Are you lying to me again?"
"It's okay, Andy. . . ."
"Mom!" Andy turned in the couch and saw her standing behind him. How long
had she been back there?
". . . You can tell us the truth."
"I . . . I . . ."
"Sit properly, sweetheart," his Grandma advised.
". . . I . . . um . . . I thought about it."
His Grandma hugged him again. "There. Doesn't it feel better to tell the
truth?"
Actually Andy knew that he had only partially told the truth. He not only
had thought about going back out again, he definitely had decided to do
it. But he still was filled with terror and could not reveal that part.
His mother rounded the couch. "Okay, Andy. You can go upstairs now and
take your bath."
"I'm tired, Mommy," Andy whined. "Can't I just go to bed?"
"Of course you can go to bed, as soon as you take your bath. Now, let's
go."
Andy stood and trudged toward the stairs.
"And lay your clothes neatly on the bed, Honey, because you're going to
be wearing them tomorrow."
"What!" Andy spun around. "I can't go to school like this!" He held out
his skirt, as if to curtsy.
"Relax, Honey," his mother comforted.
Relax? How could he possibly relax?
"You've been excused from school for the next few days, until we can
figure all of this out. Instead, Mrs. Kallnon is going to come over here
after school and give you your lessons."
"You mean she knows?" Andy cried out, his legs feeling wobbly.
"Of course, she knows," his mother said matter-of-factually. "I had to
tell her in order to arrange for you to continue your studies. She's
going to clear it with the principal tomorrow."
Andy's head was spinning. He felt like he was about to faint.
His mother continued. "Instead of going to school tomorrow morning,
Grandma is going to take you to see Dr. Rivera for a special
appointment."
"You mean she knows too?"
His mother sighed. "Sure. How can she help you if she doesn't know what's
going on?"
Andy covered his face with his hands and cried. "I can't go over there
like this."
"Oh, but you can, and you will," his mother stated calmly. "Until you are
willing to be honest with me and tell me why you've been wearing your
sister's clothes, you'll be wearing them every day."
"But I only did it this one time!" Andy pleaded.
His mother rose from the couch and walked over to him. "You see, Andy?
This is exactly what I'm talking about. The way you look, it's obvious
that you have done this before. So, until you decide to be truthful with
me, I'm going to keep you in skirts and dresses. Now go upstairs,
sweetheart, and take your bath. Sarah already ran it for you and be sure
to thank her."
Andy wanted to protest, but he was drained of energy. "Yes, Mommy."
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
Rebecca gave Andy a few minutes to get out of his clothes and into the
tub, and then went upstairs to check on him. She peaked in his room and
saw that he neatly had spread out the clothes that he had worn on the bed
as she had requested. She continued down to Sarah's room, tucked her in,
and kissed her forehead goodnight.
Before she left, Rebecca retrieved a pair of Sarah's panties and a two-
piece pajama set. It was a 'Hello Kitty' style, consisting of a pink
long-sleeved top with the 'Hello Kitty' icon on the chest and the words
'Hello Kitty' written above it in white lettering. The bottoms were an
alternating pattern of tiny pink and black kittens, with images of the
'Hello Kitty' icon superimposed on top.
Rebecca left Sarah's room and knocked on the bathroom door. "Is
everything all right in there, Andy?"
"Yeah . . . I mean . . . yes, Mommy."
"Okay. I'm putting a fresh pair of panties and pajamas on your bed. Put
them on and go to bed."
Rebecca did not wait for a reply and instead went into his room. She laid
out the pajamas with the panties on top and then checked the clothes he
had worn that day. She decided that they probably were too dirty to wear
again.
'I'll have to find something else for him to wear tomorrow for his
appointment,' she thought.
She gathered up the clothes, took them to her room, and then went
downstairs.
Rebecca sat down across from her mother in the living room and let out a
long sigh. She was exhausted. "What am I going to do, Mom?"
Her mother looked up from the book she was reading. "I don't know, Becky,
but don't you think your punishment is a little extreme? I mean . . ."
"Me? What about you?" Rebecca countered. "What was all that 'sit
properly' stuff about?"
Her mother chuckled. "You may not remember, but I had to do the same
thing with you."
"Yes. But . . ."
"Look, Becky," her mother said, leaning forward in her seat. "I thought
that it might be a good idea to expose Andy to some of the not-so-
glamorous aspects of being a female. That's why I told him that he was
going to have to help me around the house for two weeks."
"That's a great idea," Rebecca pondered.
"I know that you think that there's something deeper going on with Andy
and perhaps you're right."
"Dr. Rivera thinks so too," Rebecca interrupted.
"Fair enough. From my perspective, though, Andy seems enamored with the
concept of being a girl - pretty clothes that are soft and lots of bright
colors." Her mother paused and breathed deeply. "Before this goes too
far, I think it might be a good idea to let him experience some of the
reality of being a girl. But I wasn't thinking about taking it as far as
you are."
"Oh Mom," Rebecca sighed. "You know as well as I do that Andy still is
not being truthful. He has to know that he can't just slide on this.
There have to be consequences to his holding out."
"But how do you know that they will be consequences?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well . . . what if Andy really likes this? What if he's like one of
those transgendered people that we see around campus from time to time?
Then, it wouldn't be a punishment at all."
"Fine with me," Rebecca said, rising from her seat. "I don't want to go
through another day like this. Do you know what could have happened to
him out there alone?"
"You have a point there," her mother nodded.
"When I think about what could have happened . . . I'm just so
terrified."
Rebecca saw her mother furrow her brow. "I think you'd better sit back
down, Becky. I have something to tell you.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
Rebecca lay alone in her bed weeping. Andy didn't understand how close he
had come to being kidnapped today.
'How did things get so far out of hand?' She asked herself. 'What kind of
mother am I that I didn't see this coming?'
Dr. Rivera had expressed some reservations about her plans to keep Andy
dressed in skirts until he told her the truth, but had relented when she
insisted on it. Was she making a mistake? Could she be causing more
damage than good?
Rebecca felt so conflicted. Dr. Rivera had advised her not to encourage
Andy, but also said not to discourage him either. But what did that mean?
Where was she supposed to draw the line?
"Mommy?"
Rebecca bolted up to a seated position and saw Andy's silhouette in the
doorway. "What is it, Honey?" She asked in a shaky voice.
"I can't sleep because I'm scared," Andy whined.
She turned the covers back and patted her hand on the bed. "Come sleep
with Mommy." She watched Andy run to the bed and jump in. He hadn't slept
in her bed for three or four years, but she could tell that he really
needed her.
He snuggled next to her and whimpered. "I'm scared, Mommy."
"Don't worry, sweetheart," she comforted him, gently running her fingers
through his hair. "I love you and I always will."
Rebecca started to drift off to sleep.
"Mommy?"
Rebecca bolted up in bed again, which caused Andy to stir. Sarah stood in
the doorway, holding a small stuffed animal. "What is it, Pumpkin?"
"I went to the bathroom and then looked in Andi's room and she's not
there. I'm scared. Where is she?"
"She's . . . I mean . . . Andy's here with me."
"Can I come too, Mommy?"
Rebecca moved over in bed. "Okay Pumpkin, but just for tonight."
Sarah skipped over to the bed, jumped in, and snuggled close to Andy.
"Hey, yo u're wearing 'Hello Kitty'," Sarah said.
"I didn't take your pajamas," Andy said defensively. "Mommy gave them to
me."
"Don't worry, silly," Sarah pushed him lightly. "'Hello Kitty' looks cute
on you."
"Okay, let's all settle down and go to sleep," Rebecca said. "Does
everybody feel safe now?"
"Yes Mommy," the two chimed.
Rebecca extended her arm over her two children and pulled them close to
her.
Sarah and Andy were facing each other with their foreheads touching.
Rebecca watched Sarah hug him.
"I'm glad you're my sister," she whispered.
'So much for not encouraging him,' Rebecca thought.
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