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Don and Mom
Where was I? Oh yeah. Home in bed. Somehow that made me feel scared. I
jumped up and scattered the sheets all over. I needed a shower. But
first, I had to protect my new hair with a shower cap. Why bother? Who
cares? But something made me do that anyway. Then I ran to the bathroom
and showered longer than I ever had before. It felt like I had slimy scum
stuck to my body and I could not wash it off.
As I got out of the shower, I remembered that this had become my time to
exfoliate, tone and moisturize all over. But why? To look good of course.
And why was that? Because it was who I was, who I wanted to be, not a
nobody obscure in the background.
But a nobody is safe, my mind whispered back to me. A nobody does not
have guys on the bus or at the food court leering at her. A nobody does
not have some lowlife thug molesting her!
I took a deep breath. This was not rational. That thug would probably
have been just as mean to me when I was being Don as he had been to me as
Dawn.
But feelings are not rational.
.....I looked at myself in the mirror. My feelings were becoming more and
more irrelevant. The person I saw in the mirror was a girl, from the
waist up. She had nicely styled dark hair, soft skin, a tender looking
mouth, graceful brows. She also had a perfect pair of breasts. The hand
she was holding below her chin had perfect nails.
I could not easily take off this appearance any more. Oh, the breasts and
the nails could be removed, with some effort. But I had already made the
physical commitment, I had gone too far to turn back.
With a sigh, I checked for any facial hair. Not a trace. I did my skin
routine then, and despite myself I felt better for it. The toner had a
light lemon scent that cheered me up.
Then the face, the way the lady at the store had taught me, careful dabs
of foundation, a horseshoe shape of bronzer from the hollows of one cheek
up past my temple over my forehead and back down the other side. Brush it
all together so there are no hard edges showing. Light powder all over.
Eye shadow in one color but three tones, lightest below my brow, natural
shading in the middle of the eyelid, darker and smokier toward the
bottom. Brush out the dark part in a wing shape beyond the edge of my
eye. Just a little bit of it below the eye too, in the outer corner,
sweeping outward. Black eyeliner and volumizing mascara. My lashes were
black, just like my hair, so there was no point in getting fussy with
colored mascara. Inside my lower lids went the pink pencil. This was the
most painful part of my morning, but I liked the cheerful look it gave
me.
Some subtle blusher on the apples of my cheeks, and then the careful
application of lip products, outline, undercoat, color. Just a few days
ago this part had seemed so easy, but that was before I learned how to do
it the right way.
.....I got out the conditioner they had given me at the salon, read the
instructions and applied it cautiously. Since I could not wash my hair
for a few days I could at least make it as presentable as possible.
I started making brunch, an English muffin with a fried egg, and a sliced
peach on the side. It felt late, but I had not gone to bed until nearly
dawn. The house smelled stuffy and stale, I wished I could open the
windows. But I was afraid the pool guys would be out on bail and might
come back and hurt me.
Oh, that's right, I had promised the police that I would give them our
phone number after I got home. Silly, isn't it, to not know your own
phone number? But we had only moved here last Wednesday and I had never
needed to call home.
.....So I called and they told me not to worry, that the bail hearing was
not until Thursday so the bad guys would at least be locked up until
then. As for the phone number, that was all right too, since they had
called Mom about everything and she had given them our new number.
They called Mom? Oh yeah, right, I'd given them her temporary number at
that cottage back home, I found it scrawled on a scrap of paper in my
pocket. Oh, it had been in my purse. I don't stuff things into my pockets
now.
.....They would have told her about the incident involving her "daughter",
"Dawn". She must not have blown my cover, since the police people on the
phone had not acted as if anything was wrong.
But what was she thinking right now? How did she feel about all this? Why
had she not just called me back right away?
I could just call her up and find out, but no way was I going to do that.
Our conversation could wait, it would be gruesome enough when it
happened.
So I went around and opened up all the windows, every last one, and
turned off the AC. It was warmer in here now but it felt better, more
natural somehow.
I like natural things, like food without additives, you know. People
without pretensions and posturing.
Was I, considered as an object, natural or unnatural now? My quick
response was that of course I was unnatural, a product of disguise,
cosmetics, enhancements. But "natural" women use these devices too. And
in spite of everything, I actually felt more natural than I ever had,
more like a real part of the world, it's hard to explain.
But that's how I felt.
After all that, I still had not put on my panties. I slowly wriggled into
a new fresh pair, I was not going to wear those old things, I hated them,
they carried bad memories with them. If only I could afford to throw them
out, but right now I could not replace them.
All right then, no need for pantyhose today, and good thing, with this
heat. A new soft bra for my pretty chest, to show it off rather than to
amplify it, I was glad for that change. Then an abstract multicolor
pattern top with short flutter sleeves and a flare at the waist, sort of
in-and-out. In at the shoulders, out at the bust, in at the waist, out at
the hips. I liked it, it did not look like I was overemphasizing anything
but the effect was still what I wanted.
It still said "me".
The police had apparently emptied the bags of loot Bob had been carrying
when the pool guys tried to rob us, and I guess they inventoried what was
in them but then they just left them on the floor. With an inward grumble
(what good would an outward grumble do, when nobody could hear me) I put
everything back where it had been. Realizing that thieves wanted to steal
these things made me value them more than I had before. The silver and
crystal were precious, beautiful, artistic. The videos were worth another
look.
I gathered up everything I had worn since Wednesday and dumped it into
the wash. Then I worried that my old jeans might discolor the white
things, and my old black socks, so I took them out. Then I took out the
darker things Sis had worn, purple and so on.
.....I had never sorted the laundry like this before, although Sis
complained that I should have. I still had no clue about how to separate
fabrics, and I read the tags on some of these and they said "wash
separately" and I thought "Pfft, as if, they will have to take their
chances with the rest of the wash."
So maybe I was taking a chance of harming some items but to tell the
truth I was just so tired and frazzled and confused that I didn't care.
In they all went, with a good dose of ionic surfactants, whatever those
are. That's all the label told me about the detergent. It didn't sound
like bleach, anyway. I'm not that stupid.
I was still wandering around without anything on my bottom, other than
panties. What if somebody came and saw me like this? Somebody masculine?
"Beep!"
The phone. I hoped it wasn't Mom.
"Beep!"
"Uh, erm, hello?"
"Hey, Dawn! We just got out. Say, they announced an end-of-school dance
for Friday night, all ages are welcome. It will be at the gym. I plan to
be there. I was hoping you might be willing to come too."
Zach! As usual he was quite manly, in the sense that he was decisive and
forthright.
Manly. I thought of him holding my hand under the table at his folks'
house. Then I thought of Pete gripping my arm so tight it cut off the
circulation, while he held his hand over my mouth. Joe too, he grabbed my
arm and held me close to him while he sliced my chest with a knife.
.....Felonious pool guys or oldest son of a prominent family, they are all
males. They are more like each other than they are similar to me. There's
an animal quality there. Danger.
"Zach, I don't feel like it right now."
"Huh? What? Hey Dawn, is something wrong? Can we talk about it?"
What could I say? This was not something I felt comfortable discussing
with him. "Yes there is something but no, I can't talk about it now.
Maybe later." And I clicked off.
That was awfully brusque of me. I hope he wasn't mad or upset. Maybe I
should call him back.
But I didn't.
....."Knockety knock", somebody was at the front door. I knew it couldn't
be the pool guys, so I just opened up the door without checking first.
Maybe I was getting reckless.
I had not seen this person before. She looked like she could maybe be
Zach's age, slender, very pale, you could see the blue veins through the
skin of her wrists. Her hair was almost white, like corn silk.
She looked from side to side as if she expected to see somebody else.
"Um, hi, is this where Dawn Symonds lives?"
It was a question no one had ever asked before, but I simply answered
"Yes, yes it is. Won't you come in?"
I introduced myself. "Oh hi!" she said. "I guess I expected somebody
younger, that's what my Pap Pap said, you were thirteen."
"I am thirteen, I just try to look older, maybe I shouldn't but oh well,
you know, I just got tired of looking young and unimportant."
She smiled at that, and held out her hand. "I'm Emily" she said, as we
shook hands, "My grandparents told you to expect me."
I guess I must have had a blank expression on my face.
"Emily? Frank and Alice?" she prompted.
"Oh sure, yeah, your Grandmother asked me if it would be okay if you came
over, sure. So, come on in! Can I get you a cold drink?"
"Yes please."
So we went into the kitchen, she had a lemonade and I had an iced tea.
"Your grandparents told me we would have something in common," I
prompted.
"Well yes, that is certainly true. It is against the rules of course, but
Nana told me what had happened to you. The same thing happened to me,
last year."
.....I figured out that Nana was her grandmother. "Oh no! These same guys?"
"No, it was a high school jerk, but he actually..." she looked down at her
drink, "raped me. I had to have an internal exam, they told me I might
get pregnant. I was a v...v...virgin, there was blood everywhere. Everybody
said they were sorry for me, but afterward it was as if I was poison,
nobody would sit with me or message me or anything any more. It was like
it was my fault, or they were afraid they would catch my bad luck, who
knows. So anyway, I did not come here to complain, but just to say you
can always have at least one friend who will not ignore you."
"Aw, that's so nice of you, there was no need...and it is not even in the
news yet and I only have maybe one friend here so far so maybe it won't
be the same thing with me."
Emily gripped my wrist; she was surprisingly strong. "Don't be too sure.
Once your name is on TV, watch out. I would not be surprised if your
friend suddenly found it inconvenient to see you any more, and you might
not find it easy to make other friends either."
I hoped this would not be true. I so much wanted to have friends. How
cruel to find that after all the changes I had made I was still an
outcast. But here was somebody who sincerely did want to be a friend. I
could at least accept her offer, so I did.
....."Without even knowing it, I think the one thing I most wanted was to
find a girl here in this new town who was close to my age and wanted to
be friends. I wish we had met some other way, but I am so glad to know
you. What do you want to talk about...other than the obvious?"
She actually grinned at me. "Thanks for letting me choose the topic for
conversation! All anybody ever wants to talk with me about is 'the
obvious', but I'd like to put that off a little and just talk, you know,
chat."
.....So we talked about music, she thought my tastes were old fashioned but
acceptable. I was surprised to find she liked hip hop, she didn't look
like the type. I took her in my room and showed her some of my new
outfits, which she really liked. "It's sort of like an early back-to-
school time for me, because I realized I hated all my old things and I
just gave them all away," I explained.
....."Whoa! What did your mom say?"
"Well, I sort of haven't got around to telling her yet. I did say I
picked up a few items...."
She looked mischievously at me. "Mm hm, a 'few items', like a few hundred
dollars worth?"
I could feel myself blushing. "I never really got anything for myself
before. My big sister had her own style, her own statement, and I wanted
one for myself too."
"I have a little sister who imitates me, she dresses up in my stuff. On
her, a sweater of mine looks like a knit dress. It's cute. But it's just
like you say, we need to be ourselves, and not imitators."
She had no idea how close she had come to describing what I had been
doing, imitating my sister. But no more. Dawn was going to be her own
woman.
.....She asked me about guys. Guys? I told her the truth when I said I
never had much of a social life, just some hanging out in groups of 6 or
8, and she said it had been the same way for her. I was surprised,
because to me she seemed, I don't know, amazing, original, like she could
have been a model. But she had been very bashful, she said.
..... Sports were an interest for both of us, she liked running too, but
her big thing was field hockey. She was working hard every day, trying to
learn more, getting conditioned, she had wanted to get a place on the
varsity team.
....."That's how 'it' happened," she said. "I got a reputation for working
late after practice, so this guy who kept trying to ask me out waited for
me. He got me when nobody else was around. He said he would not take 'no'
for an answer any more, and he would treat me like royalty, he would make
me so happy. But I kept saying no, and it made him mad, he said I was
making a fool out of him. He's two years older than me, with more muscles
than brains. I yelled, I scratched, I bit. But he, ah, he did the deed.
He hurt me, too. I told him it hurt but he just hit me."
"So what happened then?"
"I got to my locker; there was a phone in my backpack. I dialed 911. I
had his DNA all over me, including his skin under my fingernails. His
family hired a big time attorney and they tried to make it look like I
was the one at fault, but the scratch marks and DNA and everything were
real and could not be covered up with lies. Being a juvenile, he got a
shorter sentence, but he's in a real prison, whatever name they call it.
Guards at the doors, bars on the windows. Three years. His family were
'outraged' but they lost."
.....I leaned over and gave her a hug; she let me hug her. There were tears
in her eyes. I wondered how many years she would be hurt by recalling
these events. Her own "sentence" was likely to be much longer than three
years.
"I have no idea what time it is, since I crashed this morning when I got
back from the station, but school must be out at least?" She nodded, it
had been out for a while now. "Are you hungry? Can I whip something up
for you?"
....."I wasn't expecting that, and I wish I could say yes, maybe we could
set a date for tomorrow? Mom is expecting me soon tonight, though.
'Homemade soup', which is her name for warmed up leftovers with chicken
stock." We both giggle about that. Yes, moms could be creative with their
menus.
"It's a date, then!" I said. "Is there anything you absolutely hate, so I
will be sure not to make that?"
....."Mom purees old veggies in the food processor and puts them into
something she calls 'ham croquettes', with minced ham. You wouldn't make
that, would you? The color is pink and green and gray." But she could
tell I wouldn't, I was making such a face, with my tongue sticking out
and my eyes crossed. "Oh, if you could see yourself now!" she giggled.
....."You'll just have to show me yourself, demonstrate to me how I look,"
I said, so she made this hideous face, like some monster from an oriental
temple carving. I made a face back at her, and we both broke up laughing,
holding each other and wheezing and shaking and snorting. Whew! At least
it was better than crying.
Beep! It was the phone. Who could it be? Oh no, I thought I knew.
.....Beep! Emily didn't bother saying goodbye, she just stood there as if
waiting for something, maybe for me to say something but I didn't know
what to say.
.....Beep! I had to answer, Mom was bound to know I would not be anywhere
else right now. "Hello, Symonds residence."
....."Is that you honey? You sound...different somehow." I was not trying to
sound different, but maybe I did. Nobody acted as if I sounded funny, but
they were all expecting me to sound like a girl. Maybe if you were
expecting to hear a boy, I would sound strange?
....."Yeah mom, it's me. I've got a new friend here, Emily. We were just
visiting."
....."Emily? So, how do I put this, you're still interested in girls?"
....."Mom, Emily and I were just talking about that, about dating and so
on, and neither one of us has had much of a social life. So there is not
much in my past to compare anything to. What I mostly want, is just to
have friends. And Emily is a friend."
Emily was looking at me with her head tipped to one side and her lips
pursed. She seemed concerned. "Can I talk with your mom, Dawn?"
"Uh, Mom, Emily wants to know can she talk to you?"
.....It was okay, so I handed the phone over.
....."Mrs. Symonds, I just want you to know that Dawn is a super great
person, and really brave. She is going to help our city get rid of some
seriously bad men. I hope you are proud of her, because I think she is a
hero." She handed the phone back to me with a smile. I could see she felt
she had accomplished something, sticking up for me.
....."Thanks Emily," I said, trying to make my voice sound final, as a clue
that it was time for her to go. She didn't get that clue.
....."So both Emily and the police department are saying the same thing, my
daughter is really brave, I should be proud of her," Mom said. "Isn't it
time for a little explanation...Dawn?"
.....I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. I felt like I had ice cubes
in my stomach or something.
....."It goes back to finding those things Sis had, you remember, and how I
questioned you and you said she was expressing herself, presenting the
inner person to the world in the best possible way?"
....."Yes, and I believe I had a premonition right then about what was
going on."
.....I remembered, she had cried (and she never cries), and said she wished
my dad had lived to be a role model and mentor for me, that I needed a
father figure in my life. So even then she had some inkling that I was
not shaping my life into the pattern of my father.
....."I don't want to make you unhappy, Mom. I love you. I don't want to
disappoint you. I have always tried to pitch in and help the family,
haven't I? But I am growing up, I need to figure out what it means to be
the person I am going to be for the rest of my life."
....."I never figured that choosing your future meant choosing not to be a
man, though."
....."I didn't either," I said, looking sideways at Emily. Was she
overhearing any of this? She did not seem to be. "I didn't like who I
was. It was time for a serious change. I did find new friends."
....."And new enemies?"
....."I did ask myself the same thing. I have had guys creep me out by the
way they stare at me, and the pool guys of course. Those bad guys would
have hurt me no matter what I looked like though, doesn't it seem like?
As for the others, well no, I don't like it."
.....Emily whispered to me "Tell her we women are not responsible for what
men think if we are not trying to make them think that way. We need to
live for ourselves and not worry about what they think."
.....So I told Mom pretty much what Emily had told me. I explained that
Emily had been through some dark experiences which led her to that point
of view, but maybe she was right.
.....Mom is no dummy. Here is a new girl come over to talk to me the day
after I was assaulted, she has had "dark experiences", okay, this is
sharing time, girl power. "Tell Emily I respect both of you and hope you
are able to be both self confident and yet happy too. We sometimes have
to consider how others feel, if we ever want to be happy. We cannot just
live on an island."
.....I might as well dump all the news on her at once. "Mom, I got my hair
styled at a salon, and I have new French nails, and many new outfits, and
you might say I got an upgrade on those things Sis had. And I got makeup,
and instructions on how to use it."
....."An upgrade? I don't know how you would upgrade the panties unless you
got a full vaginal prosthesis..."
....."MOM!"
....."Don't interrupt. So I guess you got regular breast forms then? They
must be very convincing, since I was told how the officer who gave you
your physical exam at the station was also a nurse."
.....I looked at Emily. It was hard doing a three way conversation when one
of us should not be let in on the topic of conversation. "Yes Mom, I am
very happy with my new purchases. They do change my appearance more than
you could imagine. I really feel like a whole new person, and in my
opinion I look like one too."
.....Emily nodded encouragement.
....."Dawn, I want you to be happy, both now and when you grow up. This
seems drastic to me, sudden. When we moved, we sat down around the table
for seven nights in a row, do you remember those meetings? We studied our
options. We looked at the pros and cons. I would like to think that when
we did move, it was based on a mutual decision."
.....Sis and I both figured the move was what Mom wanted, but to be fair
she had tried to include us in the decision as much as she could.
....."You included me Mom, and you included Sis too. And you are
disappointed that I did not include you in my big decision, I suppose.
You have a right to be. I was wrong. My decision was not wrong, I don't
feel, but leaving you out was wrong. I should have trusted you more."
.....Neither of the other two said anything.
....."I was a coward."
.....More silence. Then a sound over the phone...sniffling?
....."Mom?"
....."I am sorry too, Dawn. Here you were at a crossroads in your life and
I got talked into putting my business ahead of you. I..." she coughed, and
paused "I just wish I could give you a hug right now. Whatever happens I
will never stop loving you."
.....Now I was the one who was sniffling. Actually, I was bawling. Emily
came closer and did give me a little hug. I appreciated that, but hoped
she was not close enough to overhear the conversation.
....."I wish I could hug you too, Mom. I guess we need each other, and that
won't change."
....."I want you to consider some things, Dawn, and we will talk them over
when I get home. First, you will need to be a witness at the trial that
is coming up. You will be cross examined. It may be very embarrassing for
you. And of course you will swear to tell the truth...the whole truth."
.....I had been too tired and confused to consider the trial until now, but
she was right. Mom was always right. What was I going to do?
....."And there is school; we will be registering you very soon now. They
will want to have your records from your old school, Dawn. What are we
going to do about that?"
.....Fall back and punt, I thought. "I am sure we can think of something,
Mom."
....."We had better, and we need to think fast. So put on your thinking cap
over that pretty new hair of yours. Maybe we can have some ideas to
bounce off each other when I get home."
....."Whatever happens, Mom, it will be okay. Because I know you are on my
side, and you never lose."
....."Thanks, honey. I'll talk more tomorrow about other things, but I
believe this is enough for tonight. Sleep tight. Hugs and kisses."
....."Same to you; hugs and kisses, Mom."
.....I turned to Emily with a little smile as I put the phone back. "I bet
my face is a mess now, from all that crying" I said, trying to lighten
the mood.
.....She looked at me appraisingly. "Just the outside corners," she said.
"Easily mended." And she plucked a napkin from the holder on the table
and dabbed at my face.
....."There! All better! Well, ninety percent. Well, safe to go out in
public?" She grinned at me; she was trying to lighten the mood too.
"It's good to know when things are rough that family is on your side,"
she said. She obviously approved of Mom.
....."Family...and friends," I amended. "I need friends too. Thanks, Emily."
.....There was a toot in the driveway. "I took the bus over but Mom said
she would take me home from here; it was awesome meeting you. I'll call,
maybe we can do something? And I need to talk with Mom about having
dinner here with you tomorrow, and what time and so on. Oh, let's trade
numbers."
.....So we did that, and she ran out the door, waving over her shoulder at
me.
.....Suppose the truth about me came out at the trial, or when my school
records were transferred? Would Emily want to see my face after that?
.....Would Zach?
.....Whatever happened, the burglary had taught me something. I was just
like those things they were trying to steal, that I had not properly
appreciated before.
..... In my way I too was precious, and valuable.
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