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PART NINETEEN: SWITCHED
"We have to go swimming now!" Jenny announces.
I've been day-dreaming about the times I've left the house in drag. She's
been watching TV but I've been trying to figure out some explanation for
all my friends. I walked around school in drag on Friday. I was caught
wearing a satiny girl's nightie under my clothes. I let Lisa make-up my
face. I paraded around the school like some sissy and Jared beat the hell
out of me. They all saw me willing go to class in drag! How can I fix my
reputation? How the hell to fix that?
I shake it all off. I must have been in this chair for hours.
"Already?!" I cough.
She's wearing a pink tank-top and a green skirt. She changed while I was
flaking. It's much too hot outside for the boots and the slacks she had
on earlier.
"Yeah," she says, "Mommy and me, we always leave at one forty-five for
swimming lessons." She indicates the digital clock on the DVD player.
"We're gonna be late."
The pool is about 10 minutes away on foot. With Jenny, it'll take longer.
Time to head out.
"Get your things!" I tell her. "And let's go."
We both head to the laundry room. My time spent there with Mr Owens
flashes to memory. That pervert followed me into the house here. He just
walked right in as if he had the right and then told me he was going to
change my diaper. He called me Katie-Baby. Katie-Baby! I hate being
called Katie-Baby. I'm a guy.
"Katie?" Jenny looks up at me.
"What?" I stutter.
"You said Katie," she states. "Baby Katie?"
"Don't call me that," I answer.
"Emmy was calling you that," she informs me.
"Don't call me that," I insist.
"Can I call you Katie when you're a girl?" she asks.
I let the question hang as I grab my small swim duffle bag and hand her
backpack. Mom always made sure that our bathing suits, a fresh towel, and
fresh underwear were always in our swim bags. This made leaving the house
to go swimming that much more efficient. With the amount of time Mom
loses trying to wrangle us out of the house, this decision seems very
smart.
"We have to go quickly," I remind her.
She nods assent and falls in line behind me determined to keep pace. We
arrive at the pool before her lesson starts. She follows me into the
men's changing area and into one of the changing stalls. This is a hood
way to allow fathers to help their young daughters change into their
suits without inflicting the sight of naked men on the poor girls. She
quickly deposited into her yellow one-piece suit and ushered to her
instructor, towel in hand.
Now I have an hour to kill. I head back to the change rooms and claim a
locker. I undress and shove my clothes and her bag into the locker. I
open my bag to find yet another hardship inflicted on me by my sister.
Goddamn you, Emma!
Sitting on top of my towel is a white ribbon and string bikini. I
recognize it as one that Emma has not worn in a few years. Ha ha! Bitch!
I toss the contents of the bag on the floor but all that comes out is the
bikini and the towel. Dammit! I quickly wrap the towel around myself and
grab the bikini pieces. I'll just go to the lost and found to borrow a
pair of trunks. Easy.
I storm up to the information booth and wait my turn to speak with the
attendant, a large man who is eyeing me occasionally as he deals with the
inquiries before my own. His name-tag says "Jorge". My turn comes up.
"Can you check the lost and found for a swim suit?" I ask him.
He breaks eye-contact to look over my shoulder.
"Him?" he asks someone in the distance.
I turn to see. Caleb, Dev, and a few other guys from class are huddled.
They are nodding.
"What? Him?" I question Jorge the attendant.
Jorge ignores me and calls out to the boys, "Really?!"
"Really, what?" I ask.
"You're Jason, right?" Jorge finally addresses me.
"Yeah," I respond. "Why? What's going on? Did they say something?" I ask
in rapid succession.
"You a cross-dresser?" he asks.
"What?" I gasp. "No!" I protest.
"Hmm," he pauses. "Those boys over there tell me you spent the whole day
at school Friday in a dress."
I'm silent.
"So you a cross-dresser?" he repeats.
I rooted to the spot. My mouth abandons me. My mind whirls. I focus my
entire being to speak. Nothing.
"Whatever!" he hunches forward. "What do you want?"
"I need a bathing suit..." I whisper.
"What you got in your hand?" he asks conspiratorially.
"It's not mine," I attest without being asked.
"Lemme see it." He snatches the bathing suit from my hands.
"It's not mine!" I tell him.
He sweeps the suit in the air making a large show of it. Harsh laughter
rings out behind him.
"Fucking pussy faggot!" Caleb calls out clearly despite the guffaws and
cat-calls around him.
"This is a perfectly good bathing suit," he says smiling.
"It's not mine," I repeat, stuck on loop.
"Doesn't matter because I don't have any suits in the lost and found," he
advises. "We don't do that anymore."
He points to a sign behind him. ALL ITEMS LEFT IN THE CHANGEROOMS
OVERNIGHT ARE DONATED TO THE LOCAL SALVATION ARMY.
"Here's *your* bathing suit," he says.
For a moment or an eternity he holds the bikini top against my neck with
the bra cups draped over my nipples. He clicks his tongue twice mockingly
and winks at me.
I let the suit fall to the ground and move to wards the change rooms.
"Hey!" I hear someone call out. "You dropped your bikini." It's Caleb.
"Fag!"
He's behind me. I dart for the change rooms and my clothes. Two more boys
are in front of me, blocking my only path to men's clothing.
I'm harshly pushed towards the ladies change room. Caleb's pressing the
string bikini into my hands.
"You wanna be a girl," he says angrily, "then you swim like a girl!"
I'm shoved into the ladies in a blind spin. My towel doesn't follow me.
Neither does my key. I'm naked in the ladies room holding a two-piece
string bikini in my hand.
"Get dressed and we'll give you your stuff back when it's time to go,"
Dev calls out to me.
Dev! You fucker. I thought you were a friend but you're just setting me
up. Caleb! You asshole. Just leave me alone and go back to your goddamn
therapist.
I cover my junk. The ladies are screaming at me. I'm apologizing. I find
a corner and cower.
"Hurry up!" Caleb yells. "I'm getting bored. Maybe I'll just go home with
your shit. Leave you here without your clothes or your keys."
There's the ultimatum. Wear the bikini and parade around the local
swimming pool or get locked out of the house overnight. Maybe Mrs. Smith
would take us in? It's only one night. Maybe she won't be home and Mr.
Owens will find us. Oh god! Not Mr. Owens. I can't chance that. I feel
the material of the bikini. It's nylon or spandex or something but it's
softer and has long ribbons tied into bows. I can't do this.
"I'm not waiting any more," Caleb says. "Ten!" he calls out.
I know this game. He'll count to zero and I'll be left to figure my way
home with no clothes. Dammit!
"He's not kidding," Dev says clearly as Caleb counts down.
I step into the bikini bottom but it barely covers my genitals. It wants
to fall down. I don't have Emma's hips. Pinching my thighs together to
hold up the bottoms, I put my head through the top and settle my arms
through the ribbons. I look the fool. I'm wearing the bikini with bows on
each hip and at the back of my neck. Holding the bikini bottom up with
one hand, I walk out to meet my doom.
I can't meet their eyes. I'm humiliated. Everyone at the pool, even that
stupid Jorge, is staring at me. They're laughing at me. All the parents
in the stands. All the kids in lessons. Everyone doing free swim. These
jerks in front of me. All laughing and pointing. I'm dead.
"Look who's so pretty!" Dev mocks me.
I take a moment to tighten the ribbons so that the bottoms don't fall
down.
"Have you lost weight since you wore it last?" Dev teases.
"I knew you'd put it on," Caleb yells at me. "You wimp!"
I take the mockery. I'm done. It never ends. I finally meet Caleb's eyes.
He's full of rage. My existence pisses him off. Dev's laughing. Another
guy, Justin, is holding Caleb loosely.
None of them have my towel.
Dev shows me a locker key.
"We put your shit away for you." He waves the key at me.
"Please," I mutter.
"Come swim with us for a while," Dev offers.
"Please let me go," I beg them.
"Go then," Dev says. "Fine by me." He pauses. "But you won't get the
key."
"Please," I beg again.
"Shut up!" Caleb roars.
Dev motions towards the outdoor pool. The grand arena. Everyone who has
not yet seen me will have a clear view there. Everyone!
I follow his lead.
Uh-oh! Something stirs in my bikini bottom and I decide very quickly that
I *need* to be in the water now. My penis rises. My hand covers the front
of my bottoms.
"Abby!" Dev calls out "Look who's here!"
Abby rushes over and looks me up and down. She giggles. She's gotta be
giggling at my erection.
"Are you really dressing like a girl again?" she asks.
I shake my head no but Dev speaks on my behalf.
"We found him with this bikini. Can you believe it?" He betrays me
further.
"Are you tanning like that?" she asks. "Because you'll burn."
I shake my head fiercely but Dev as Dev shushes me.
"Can't have that!" he says.
Abby hops over to her bag and returns quickly with a bottle. I turn to
leave but the boys hold me. She deftly applies the lotion over my body.
"It's either that or you get a burn that looks like a bikini," she
advises. "You want that?"
I relent and let her do the job. The boys laugh.
"Give it 5 minutes before you go in the water," she warns.
I'm led to a beach chair and told to lay on my back. I'm still tenting.
"Please..." I beg again.
"You like this!" Abby tells me. "Why?"
"I don't," I mumble.
"Baloney," she says and points to my crotch.
I don't need to tan. I'm beet red already. I lay on the recliner with my
hands over my crotch and this makeshift security detail keeping me here.
Often they point out my plight to passers-by. "Have you met Jason? Well
there he is. Wave hi. Shake his sissy hand..."
Soon the time is up. I know this because the boys get a glint in their
eyes and together grab my wrists and my ankles. I'm hauled to the pool.
My penis must be on display. It's not hidden and my excitement is
growing. They swing me by the edge of the pool. The lifeguard is yelling
something but there's too much noise. I'm just eager to end up in the
water. I'm just hoping the movement makes my penis less obvious. I'm just
hoping today ends. I'm just about ready to give up on my reputation at
school. I just want to die. But I need to keep an eye on Jenny.
I splash.
There's laughter as I hit the cool water. My erection reverses. My shame
rises. My cheeks are red. I must be blushing profusely everywhere. I take
refuge in the water.
"Swim, bitch!" Dev calls out. "I want to see your pantied ass!"
I cough up some water and try to calm myself. I butterfly my arms to move
from one side of the pool to the other while keeping my body below the
surface. I'm not on display.
"On your back" Dev hollers "and use your legs."
I roll over and show the world my bikini clearly. Dev is delighted. He
whoops from the pools edge.
I swim back and forth the length of the pool enduring their cat calls.
Jenny's class is over. I've been at this for two hours. She walks over to
where Dev is standing as he commands and mocks me. When I see her, I stop
and turn to him.
"Please Dev," I beg, "enough."
He spots my sister and lets up.
"Are you done your lessons, Jenny?" he asks her.
"Yes," she answers.
"Is your sister supposed to take you home?" he prompts her.
"Are you a girl now?" she turns from him to ask me.
Dev breaks into heavy laughter. I'm stumped.
"She's Katie when she's a girl!" she introduces me.
Thanks Jenny...
I swim to the ladder as the guys kill themselves laughing.
"Get out of the pool!" Dev says.
"Katie!" the harmonize.
The guffawing at pointing continues. The laughter peaks as they see me
standing before them in the bikini.
"Here," Dev coughs out between gasps. "Here's your key."
I take Jenny's hand and lead her back to the men's change room. I'm done
with this place. I think I may be done with my school. I know I'm done
with Dev.
I slam the key into the lock and tear open the door. Our bags are there.
I grab them and head for the changing stalls.
"You're wearing Emmy's pick-eenie," Jenny informs me.
"Yeah," I tell her. "Emma tricked me."
I open my bag to find that my clothes are missing. All I find is my house
key. I tear open Jenny's bag. Her pink tank-top and lime-green skirt are
there but not her towel either.
I hear barking laughter from the other side of the door.
"Missing something, Katie?" Dev says over the door.
"Where's my shit?" I ask him.
"What's missing?" he asks innocently.
"My clothes!" I tell him. "You asshole!"
"Be nice!" he warns me.
"And my towel." I add, "And her towel."
"You can borrow mine," he offers and tosses a small towel over the door.
I dry off Jenny and myself and attempt to cover my waist with the towel.
It doesn't work.
"Thanks," I spit at him and throw the towel back.
"There's gratitude for you!" he taunts.
"All I have is the two bags and her change of clothes but not mine," I
tell him.
"Her clothes, eh?" he ponders. "You were wearing her nightie to school on
Friday, weren't you?"
"Shut up!" I tell him.
"You *fit* in her clothes, don't you?" he asks.
"Shut up!" I repeat.
He starts laughing hard.
"Shut up!" I yell.
"Put on her clothes," he tells me between coughs of laughter.
"Fuck off!" I tell him.
"You swored," Jenny gasps.
"They want me to wear your clothes," I tell her.
"OK," she says. "I can wear my bathing suit home."
"What?" I sputter.
"Put them on *over* you pretty bikini," Dev instructs.
"No way!" I tell him. "Go away!"
"Do it and come out here," he instructs. "And I'll give you your clothes
back."
"Goddammit!" I cry out. "Why?!"
"Do it!" Dev calls out.
"Do it!" a few guys chime in.
"Do it," some strangers join the chorus.
"You fucking son of a bitch!" I yell at him.
"Do it," they start chanting.
I'm pissed. I'm terrified. I'm stuck. I look at Jenny and pick up her
pink tank-top. I pull it down over my head. It fits but is short and
tight. I pull on it a couple times but it barely covers to my navel. I
step into her skirt. It sits on my hips well enough but is ridiculously
short on me. Jenny applauds. She puts my bag in her pink Hello Kitty
backpack and hand it to me.
I open the door.
The laughter intensifies. Dozens of guys are waiting for this moment and
are now laughing at me.
"Can I have my stuff back?" I ask Dev.
They're laughing too hard. It's too loud. No one answers.
I decide to do a turn and the short skirt flares out. It didn't really
cover the bikini bottoms anyway. "Happy now?" I get some applause.
"Can I get my stuff back now?" I ask more loudly.
He's braced against a bench and laughing. I give him a shake.
"Oh my god this is hilarious!" he tells me.
"My stuff?" I demand of him.
"We gave it to the information booth guy," he tells me between gasps.
You've got to be fucking kidding me!
"You what?!" I yell at him.
"Go on!" he says, still laughing. "Go ask him for your clothes."
I'm stuck. I walk to the exit with Jenny in tow. Someone slaps my ass and
laughs.
"Don't forget to tell him you're not a cross-dresser!" Dev calls out to
me as I leave.
I just want to go home!
I peer out of the change rooms and check for spectators. There are dozens
or maybe hundreds. I'm done. I brace myself and just walk over to the
information booth to speak with Jorge, again.
What option do I have? I'm screwed.
He smiles broadly as I arrive.
"Hello, miss," he beams, "how can I help you?"
"Hi Jorge," I address him, "do you have my clothes?"
"I already told you that we don't have a lost and found any more," he
informs me.
"Please help me," I beg him.
"I don't have your clothes," he reiterates.
"My friends told me they gave you my clothes," I tell him.
"Nope," he smiles back. "I guess you're as dressed as your going to get."
He pauses. "Miss."
Fuckitty-fuck-fuck. You bastards!
"Come on!" I plead. "Do you know what they did with my clothes?"
"Nope" he repeats, "but I do have this..." He slides a couple cheap hair-
ties to me over the counter. One is yellow and shaped like a honeybee;
the other is pale blue and shaped like a butterfly.
Silently, Dev and Abby appear behind me. Their giggles and chuckles alert
me. I whirl around on them. My skirt flares up a little bit. My bikini
bottoms go on display a bit more.
"Where's my stuff, Dev?" I demand of him.
"I have to do this!" Abby proclaims as she reaches past me.
I'm still facing Dev as she manhandles my hair.
"I was sure it was here," he muses.
I want to punch him. I swat at Abby.
"Stop that!" I tell her.
"Now where did it go?" he teases me with some pondering.
Abby goes back to tugging on my hair.
"Help me out, Dev," I ask. "Look at what you did to me!"
"We did?" he asks. "You showed up with that shit to wear. We didn't do
that!"
"Quit it!" I warn Abby again.
"Done!" she beams proudly.
My hair feels pulled the wrong way a bit. I ignore it.
"My sister..." I start.
"Your sister whatever!" he says. "Your stuff is waiting for you at your
place." He adds, "Go home like that. Girl!"
"What?! No?! Fuck?!" I ramble.
"Go home," he reinforces.
"Lend me some shorts," I beg him.
"Go home!" he says again. "Sissy!"
I quickly scoop up Jenny and jog home. I have to move quickly. Faster
means less people see me. Everyone at the pool already saw me. I'm dead.
Quickly though. Quickly and it will be over. Quickly and I'll be home.
Quickly and I'll change. Why am I hard again? Dammit. I start jogging.
After a few minutes, we're on First Street. Everyone is shopping. I'm
trying to go unnoticed. I don't think I can be unnoticed. I put Jenny
down. She's too heavy to carry for long.
"Katie!" she addresses me.
I just look at her, crushed. She doesn't get it.
"You have pigtails," she informs me.
Ever so helpful, little girl.
PIGTAILS?!
I can't have pigtails, I'm on First Street. I'm in her tiny tank-top and
skirt with a bikini underneath. Oh my god! I check the windows of the
shops. There they are. Short pigtails on either side of my head!
THE WORLD LAUGHS AT ME. I'm throbbing. I'm shamed. I gotta move.
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