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Jasmine and Jamie
By Sandy brown
Tragically, Jamie's mom died of cancer when he was very young. His
father Bob was a good man, and tried his best to be both a father and a
mother to Jamie, but he was a successful investment banker, always pre-
occupied with business, and travelled a lot, and so, in spite of the
absence of a mother, they were never very close. Also, Bob was something
of a "man's man," an alpha male in a tough, competitive world, and even
though he loved Jamie (a name the boy's mother had chosen), he couldn't
help feeling that the boy was soft, almost effeminate. He knew he should
try to toughen him up, but instead, he just found himself being somewhat
distant. And, in spite of that fact that the boy was somewhat starved
for love and affection, that distance seemed to have been mutual.
When Jamie was eleven, his father met a beautiful, younger woman,
Jasmine. Jasmine had been a high fashion model when she was younger, and
unfortunately moved in the fast, hip, artsy world where drugs and money
were abundant. She fell for a handsome photographer who swept her off
her feet, got her pregnant, and then promptly dumped her. Jasmine had
been raised in a strict Catholic home, and she could not bear to
terminate the life that was beginning to grow inside her. So, even
though she was still young and beautiful, as an unwed, pregnant girl, her
fashion career, and the income associated with it, was over.
She gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Jade. It was just the two of
them, alone in the world.
Although her career as a model was over, her beauty was still an
advantage. Even with no relevant experience, because of her striking
looks, she managed to get a job as an 'executive assistant' in the
financial industry, where wealthy, successful men were willing to pay a
premium to have a beautiful woman greeting them and their visitors every
day. So, even though the job was fairly mundane, and did not really
require any specialized skills, Jasmine made enough money to support
herself and her daughter Jade. But she knew that her looks would not
last forever, and she feared that just as with modeling, as she got
older, she might loser her marketability. She made the cold, calculating
decision that she needed a man who would provide for her and her
daughter.
It was in this job that Jasmine met Jamie's father. He was attracted to
the beautiful young woman, and he was always on the lookout for someone
whom he thought could potentially fulfill the role of mother to his only
child. After a brief courtship where he pulled out all the stops,
including flying Jasmine and Jade to Paris for a long weekend, Jamie's
dad proposed to Jasmine, and she accepted.
Jade was three years older than Jamie. Jamie had a big crush on both
Jasmine and Jade, but most of all, he was envious of their relationship.
They were both 'girlie-girls' who reveled in their femininity. Jade
wanted nothing so much as to be just like her mother, and Jasmine took
the greatest pleasure in teaching Jade all she knew about the art and
pleasure of femininity. They spent hours together, pouring over fashion
magazines, going shopping, getting their nails done, and just enjoying
each other's company. If anything, Jasmine's biggest challenge with Jade
was that she had to keep reminding herself that she was still only
fourteen years old, and that certain things like very high heels or lots
of makeup, were inappropriate. But it was hard to say no to her, because
Jasmine knew that Jade idolized her, that all she wanted was to be like
Mommy. So, Jasmine tended to indulger her, with the result that Jade
looked older than her years. And since Jasmine had been such a young
mother, people often mistook the two of them for sisters. They both took
tremendous pleasure from people making this mistake.
You could find them together in the evening, curled up on the couch
together, watching some of their favorite shows like Grey's Anatomy
(where they always swooned over 'McDreamy') and Gossip Girl. Oh how
Jamie just wanted to get onto the couch with them; but he did not get the
feeling that he was especially welcome, and he knew his father would not
approve of him watching 'sissy' shows.
They both liked Jamie well enough, but neither one really had a lot of
time for this younger, lonely boy. Jasmine had married Jamie's father
primarily for the financial security, and she seemed perfectly fine with
the fact that as an investment banker he was frequently 'on the road',
travelling for business. Now Jasmine and Jade had a beautiful house, and
all the money they needed to pay for things like jewelry, pretty clothes,
shoes and makeup. Putting up with this younger boy who seemed to want to
tag along with them did not seem a very high price to pay for the
arrangement.
When he was around, Jamie's father tried to be a father figure to Jade.
It was in that role that he had offered to take her to her ballet class.
It was a raw, sleety day in February, but Jamie's father was a 'master of
the universe,' or so he thought, and as he and Jade climbed into his
Range Rover, he scoffed at the bad weather. It was that overconfidence,
that served him so well in business, that perhaps blinded him to just how
treacherous the roads were. As he idled at an intersection and his light
turned green, a truck coming from the other direction hit the brakes, but
just kept skidding, right into Bob's car.
Jade was killed instantly; Bob lingered for weeks in a coma. His spouse,
overwhelmed with grief at the loss of her daughter, but feeling nothing
in particular for Bob, was only too happy to 'pull the plug' as soon as
the court permitted it.
In such a manner, she instantly became the inheritor of half of Bob's
estate; she also became the trustee for the half that was put in trust
for Jamie.
And she became the sole legal guardian of Jamie.
A year had passed since the accident. One would have thought that the
shared tragedy would have brought the two survivors together, but Jasmine
and Jamie were merely co-existing in the same house, going through the
motions of living. Jasmine KNEW it was not Jamie's fault that it was
her daughter who was dead, and not him; in fact, she knew he was
blameless for anything. But she was overcome with grief at the loss of
the only thing in the world she cared about. And the one person she
could blame, was gone. All that was left was his son. So, while she
did not act hostile to him, she had a hard time giving him any love or
affection. On some level, poor Jamie understood all this. At his
father's funeral, he had heard one of the attendants say the word
"orphan." And that word had stayed with him, like a mantra. Inside him,
a voice constantly repeated, over and over, "I am an orphan."
It was a terrible feeling, but it was made even worse by the fact that he
was madly in love with Jasmine. She was everything he ever wanted in a
mother - beautiful, elegant, sophisticated, feminine, kind, warm. Well,
not warm to him. But he had seen how affectionate she had been with
Jade. Deep down inside, Jamie held a secret fantasy - what he wanted,
more than anything, was to BE Jade, to be that pretty girl to this
beautiful mother - to have her love and cherish him just as she had done
with Jade.
But he knew that could never be. For one thing, he was a BOY, and the
love and affection that passed between Jade and Jasmine was emphatically
that of mother and daughter. But even more than that, Jamie could see
that Jasmine's heart was shut tight. She had loved greatly, and suffered
pain in direct proportion to her love. It seemed that she would never
again be willing to bear the risk of enduring such pain again.
So, Jamie and Jasmine co-existed, alone together, in this world.
It wasn't like she was busy and minded being disturbed when she got the
call from the school about Jamie. In fact, all of the fun things that
used to occupy her leisure time - going to the nail salon, getting her
hair done, going shopping, finding a fun and pretty new lipstick - all
these things had somehow lost their allure now that she had no one to
share them with. No, it wasn't that she was busy. It was just that she
was shocked. Because even though she was his stepmother, and even though
they lived in the same house, sometimes she forgot that Jamie even
existed. Especially when he was off at school. So the call jarred her
out of her reverie.
It was the Assistant Principal on the phone. He was being vague, but he
said that there had been an incident with Jamie that required her
presence down at the school. No, no, no one was hurt, everyone was ok,
but there had been a matter that proved embarrassing and upsetting to
Jamie. And would she please come down right away.
Jasmine could not imagine what kind of trouble Jamie could have gotten
into. He was a good boy who, she had to admit, never caused any
problems. Jamie's mantra had been "I am an orphan." Jasmine had a
mantra too. She found herself repeating it to herself silently hundreds
of times over the past year. "It's not his fault", she said to herself.
"It's not his fault." With that mantra, she had tried to open her heart
to the boy, but it had remained shut.
Jasmine might have let herself go a bit, but she was still very
beautiful. And she was smart enough to know that her beauty was almost
always an asset. So, before she left the house, she took a moment to put
herself together. She brushed her long, lustrous, black hair back and
secured it with a scrunchy into a high, bouncy ponytail. The hairstyle
had the triple benefit f being simple, making her look even younger than
she was, and most importantly, highlighting her high, delicate
cheekbones. She left her black wool slacks and gray cashmere top on, but
she swapped out her flats for a pair of black pumps with a 4 inch
stiletto heel. She knew that high heels paired with slim slacks could
be particularly flattering, sexy in a somewhat understated way. She
quickly applied some mascara which really made her blue eyes pop, brushed
on some blush which, like her pony, accentuated her beautiful cheekbones,
and put on some pretty pink lipstick. She checked herself in the mirror,
could not resist a slight smile that seemed to say "You've still got it,
Girl," and was out the door.
She arrived at the school's administration office and was ushered into
the Assistant Principal's office. He closed the door behind him.
Jasmine could see that he was distracted by her beauty, but he tried to
stay focused on the matter at hand. He said, "Ms. Thompson, I am sorry
to have dragged you down here. Jamie had gym today, but he adamantly
refused to change into his gym clothes in the locker room with the other
boys. He finally said he wasn't feeling well, but he looked fine. We
sent him down to the nurse, who said he did not have a fever and
otherwise looked completely normal, except that he was agitated. We told
him that he had a choice - get changed and join the other boys in gym
class, or we would have to call you down to school. He immediately said
he wanted you to come down."
Jasmine said, "Well, where is he now?"
The Assistant Principal said he was still down at the nurse's office. He
offered to escort Jasmine down there.
Jasmine got to the nurse's office. She thanked Mr. Smith, apologized for
any inconvenience all of this had caused, and insisted that she could
take it from there. Mr. Smith seemed reluctant to leave, but he finally
bade Jasmine farewell, with the added note that should she ever need
anything, she should feel free to call him.
When Jamie saw Jasmine, he couldn't help himself; he rushed into her
arms. Jasmine was stunned. He had never done anything like that before,
and in fact, she realized that it was possible that she had never hugged
him. Suddenly she was overcome with a feeling of shame and guilt. The
mantra had done nothing. She had been starving this already-starved boy
for a year. She silently made a vow to herself that things would change.
It was suddenly clear to her that he needed her, and she promised herself
that she would be there for him.
Jasmine asked the nurse to give them a minute alone. The nurse smiled
and said, "I could use a cup of coffee anyway. I'll be back in a bit."
Now Jasmine and Jamie were alone. She reciprocated his hug by gently
stroking his hair. It was the most tender she had ever been with him.
She said, "Jamie, what's wrong? Why wouldn't you get changed for gym
class?"
Jamie said nothing. But the tears started rolling down his face.
Jasmine started to get concerned. She said, "Jamie Honey, you MUST tell
me what is wrong, or I can't help you."
And then she said something that surprised Jamie, but perhaps surprised
herself even more. She said, "Come on, Sweetie, tell Mommie what's
wrong."
If he had been crying before, now the damn burst. He had been so young
when his mother died, that he could not recall having ever calling ANYONE
Mommie. Or Mother. Or Mom.
But still, he couldn't bring himself to talk. She said, "Come on, I
will walk you down to gym class and you can get changed. It's ok."
All of a sudden he had panic back in his eyes, and he shook his head
vehemently. Now, with a sterner tone, she said, "Jamie, you MUST TELL
ME what is wrong!"
Eyes downcast, in a voice barely above a whisper, Jamie said, " I can't
take my pants off." Now Jasmine thought she understood. She hugged him
and said, "Oh, Sweetie, did you have an accident? That's ok, sometimes
big boys have accidents too."
But Jamie shook his head again. That wasn't it. Jasmine waited.
Finally Jamie spoke again, this time in an even softer voice. "I...I umm,
put on the wrong underwear this morning."
Jasmine was momentarily confused. What could he have possibly meant?
The WRONG underwear? There were only two of them in the house, and it
was pretty clear that Jasmine's dainty, lacy panties would never be
mistaken for Jamie's boxers.
Then it occurred to her. Was he secretly wearing her panties? Oh My God,
no wonder why he wouldn't take his pants off. He had probably forgotten
that today was a gym day. She did not know what to make of the thought
of Jamie wearing her panties. On the one hand, she was concerned; it was
clearly not 'normal' behavior. Also, she was mildly irritated that he
had been secretly rummaging around in her lingerie drawers. On the other
hand, she could not help thinking how sweet it was that he was wearing
her panties. She could not help feeling flattered.
She said, "Honey, whose underwear did you mistakenly put on?" Quiet
again, but this time at least she was expecting the answer. She was
trying to make it easy for him. But she was wrong again. In a voice
that now was barely audible, he said, "Jade's".
Whatever new-found warmth and sympathy that Jasmine had felt for Jamie,
disappeared as quickly as it had shown up. It was almost as if she could
literally hear her heart clang shut. It was one thing for the boy to be
pilfering her panties. For all she knew, that was normal behavior for a
twelve year old boy. But he was sneaking around in Jade's room, stealing
her panties? How dare he!
She became stern and said to him. "Show me your underwear, right now
young man!" He did not move, so she grabbed him a little roughly by the
belt, undid the belt, unsnapped his pants, and pulled them down. And
there he was, standing there forlornly, wearing a pair of jade's
prettiest pink panties. Although Jade was constantly trying to emulate
her mother, she retained a fondness for little girl panties. And these
were adorable, with a pretty white bow sitting on top.
Jasmine was swamped in emotions. On the one hand, she was angry that he
had violated that which she had considered sacred. On the other hand,
how could her heart not go out to this poor pretty boy, standing there
before her in a pair of little girl's pink panties. Her heart started
melting again.
She said, "Oh, Jamie, Jamie, what are you doing wearing Jade's panties?"
And very quietly Jamie said, "I know how much you miss Jade. And well,
I miss her too. I used to be so jealous watching the two of you. I...I
wanted to be just like Jade, and I wanted to have you love me like you
loved her."
Jasmine was truly speechless. She said, "Jamie, did you say you wanted
to be like Jade? Do you mean you wanted to have the kind of relationship
with me that Jade had?"
Jamie nodded and said, "Yes. But more than that. I wanted to be LIKE
her. And and you too. You are the prettiest lady I have ever seen, and I
know Jade wanted to be just like you. And, well, me too."
Jasmine could not believe her ears. Her closed heart had opened again.
She pulled Jamie tight, and now she was crying too. She said, "Don't
worry, my sweet boy. Everything will be ok. I promise." And then she
added, "Mommie promises."
And together, they walked out of the school, into a new future.
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