Twin Switch: Kelly and Mark
By Karen Singer
Chapters 9 - 13
Chapter 9
Gary ran into the dugout and threw his stuff on the bench next to Mark.
He held out his palm towards Mark. "Man, we gotta win this one!"
Mark slapped Gary's hand. "Yeah, we gotta!"
Gary sat down next to Mark. "Hey what's your sister doing?"
"Kelly?"
"Yeah. Is she here tonight?"
"She's got a game tonight - back up toward the parking lot somewhere."
Gary nodded. "Yeah. I might just try to see her later."
"Kelly?" Mark asked again.
"That's what I said, didn't I? Face it man, you've got one hot sister
there."
"Uh... yeah," Mark agreed.
"She kisses really good too," Gary told him.
"Mark" already knew all about that kiss - intimately. But he was her
brother now, who supposedly knew nothing at all about that kiss. "You
kissed my sister?" he asked, trying to sound incredulous.
"You better believe it!" Gary boasted. "And it was great!"
A devilish idea struck Mark. "Oh wow, you and my stupid sister, I still
can't believe it. She's so macho sometimes, I'd give anything to see
her actually kissing a guy!"
"You would? Well hey, I was thinking of asking her out to another movie
this weekend. Why don't you find a date and we can all go together."
Mark was suddenly having a problem conceiving himself dating a girl... but
Gary couldn't know that. "Uh... I don't know who I would ask," he
replied.
"Who cares? Ask one of your sister's friends. She's probably got a ton
of them. I'm sure a macho guy like you can get one of them to go with
you."
Macho? Being called macho felt good. "Maybe," he said a little more
enthusiastically. But in his mind, he was trying to figure out which
girl he would ask out. Go out on a date with a girl? Talk about things
being switch around! But he would give anything to see Kelly have to
kiss a guy! But that thought alone made him realize something very
troubling. More troubling than he thought it would be. He didn't think
he felt the same way about Gary as he had just a few weeks ago. Back
then, when he was Kelly, just thinking about Gary brought lovely
butterflies to "her" stomach. But now... now "he" hardly felt anything
for Gary at all.
They won the game that night - by a lot. Mark was sure that much of it
had to do with the testosterone driven body that he had now. His
increased strength made him play more aggressively than ever. He could
hit the ball harder and throw it harder too. Why had fate deemed fit to
make him be born a stupid girl?
After the game, Mark and Gary left their fathers to walk back toward the
cars together while the two "boys" ran on toward the softball fields
ahead of them. The game that Kelly had played in was over now too.
They could see all the girls milling around chatting like fools behind
the bleachers - including Kelly who Mark couldn't believe was chatting
just like all the rest of them. Dad was right, she did fit in amazingly
with the girls. Much better than he ever did. He spotted his mother
off to one side talking with a few of the other parents.
"Hey Kelly!" Gary called as he and Mark ran up.
Kelly turned. "Hey Gary," she said as a touch of nervousness hit her.
"Want to go to the movies again this weekend?"
Kelly's eyes went wide. She knew very well that her "sister" had gone
out with Gary a few times now. She looked briefly over toward Mark... who
she saw was looking at her intently and nodding his head very slightly.
"Uh... okay," she agreed. Had she just agreed to a date with a boy?
"Great!" Gary exclaimed. "Hey, would you mind if Mark comes along... if
he can find someone dumb enough to go with him that is," he teased Mark.
Mark punched his friend in the arm. "I'll find someone. Don't worry."
"Yeah, who?" Gary taunted.
Mark looked around him, and his eyes immediately fell on the one girl
who had been his best friend... before the switch. "Hey Melody, you
interested?"
"Me?" Melody squealed in surprise.
"Sure, why not?" Mark asked. Had he really just asked his former best
friend out on a date?
Melody started giggling, but then that was Melody's bubbly personality.
"Hang on," she said quickly before she ran off toward where Mark saw her
mother talking with his mother. Melody spoke, then ran back. "Yes!"
she cried as she ran up. "Sounds like fun. Oh... and your Mom said to
tell you that you could have let her know in advance too!"
Now Mark had even more on his mind. Strangely, he was looking forward
to that double date though. And he wondered if Gary would really try to
kiss him... um... his sister... again. For that matter, what would it be like
if he tried to kiss Melody?
But those thoughts got pushed further and further back in his mind the
closer the car got to home. And by the time they arrived at the house,
the only thing he was really thinking about was putting his plan in
motion. It was without a doubt a very cruel plan. Absolutely cruel.
There were things about it that he both hated and loved. But in the
end, if he managed to make everything work, it would all work out for
the best - for everyone.
He didn't wait as long this time. In fact, he only waited until he was
sure that Kelly had gone to bed. He grabbed that same large plastic cup
he had used last time and took it into the bathroom with him. But this
time he didn't fill it with water. This time, he emptied his bladder
into it. Darn that little penis shaped peeing device could be useful.
He didn't miss a drop!
Leaving the bathroom light fully on this time, he opened the door to his
sister's room. In the dim light, he saw his sister suddenly sit up in
bed.
"Mark? What are you doing?" Kelly asked. She reached over and turned
on the light next to her bed.
"Offering you a chance," Mark replied as he approached with the cup in
his hands.
Kelly's nervousness grew quickly. "A chance? A chance for what?"
"For Mom and Dad to never find out about those pictures."
Kelly couldn't take her eyes off of the large cup in his hand. "How?"
she asked nervously.
"By doing everything and anything I say from now on."
Startled, she tore her eyes off of the cup and looked directly at Mark.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means, that I'm going to make your life totally miserable instead of
them. But I can promise you this, whatever I make you do, will be a
whole lot better than whatever would happen if they ever find out about...
you know what!"
Kelly had spent an anxious couple of days, worried sick about just that.
She knew without a doubt that they would do something to her worse than...
switching things around... and probably worse than death! She didn't want
Mom and Dad to know anything at all about those pictures. Mark
literally held her life in his hands.
Very, very tentatively she asked, "So... what do I have to do?" And her
eyes immediately fell back on the large cup in Marks hands - from which
she could now smell his pee.
Mark's face screwed itself up into a big grin. "All right then." He
held the cup out toward his sister. "Since it seems from those pictures
that you like torturing women, then I'm going to give you a tiny taste
of torture too. Just nothing at all as bad as what's in those pictures.
First off, you're going to drink about half of this and then dump the
rest of it on your panties - and then sleep in it."
Kelly's shock was immediate and immense! "No!" she emphatically
replied, too shocked to even consider the consequences. "That's sick!"
"Sicker than those pictures?" Mark asked, a touch of anger filling his
voice.
"Yes!" Kelly returned. "I'm not doing it! Forget it, and get the hell
out of here! Now!"
Mark had really thought she would go along with it. He really had.
With his sister's refusal, all his big plans suddenly went out the
window. "Okay," he replied, totally defeated. He headed toward the
bathroom, but he turned just before he got there. "You know of course,
I've still got to show Mom and Dad those pictures."
"I don't care!" Kelly returned angrily.
Mark nodded. He had tried. But his sister had suddenly come up with
more guts than he thought she would have. As he dumped the pee down the
sink, the words his father had spoken rang through his head again. "One
of the most important things about becoming a man, is taking
responsibility for the things you've done." Kelly was really a boy.
Was Kelly now becoming more of a man than he was by being willing to
take responsibility for those pictures? That thought troubled him as he
got into bed and turned out the light.
Twenty minutes later, Mark turned his light back on again. He knew what
he had to do - like it or not. He fished the little flash drive out of
his dresser drawer and carried it over to his desk. He found a small
piece of note paper and wrote:
Dad,
I found these pictures on my computer. You know which Mark downloaded
them and put them there. Please don't be too hard on... him.
Mark
He then wrapped the flash drive with the paper and put a rubber band
around it to hold it together. Only then did he get back into bed and
go to sleep. In the morning, he would tell Dad that he had dumped the
water on Kelly's bed too. You've got to take responsibility when you're
a man.
Kelly couldn't sleep. Not anymore. She might never sleep again! She
couldn't believe what Mark had wanted her to do - drink his pee! Sick,
sick, sick! But she had seen it in his eyes that he could no longer
hold back from showing Mom and Dad those pictures she had downloaded -
when she was still a he. And that worried her more than anything. The
little thing that Mark had asked her to do, was really nothing compared
to the horrible things those pictures had depicted... pictures that had
once excited her beyond belief! Yet now she wasn't so interested in
those kinds of sexual feelings anymore. She hadn't even been interested
in masturbating for a while now. And now that she was able to see
things in a different light, she realized just how awful those pictures
really were. She deserved whatever her parents decided to dish out to
her. But the worry over it wouldn't let her sleep for a very long time.
The next morning, after getting dressed, Mark took the flash drive with
the paper wrapped around it and carried it out to the kitchen at
breakfast time. But what was the best way to give it to his father?
Once he was in the kitchen and had greeted his mother, he wasn't sure at
all that breakfast was the best time. But he was also sure that there
was no best time. He intended to just leave the note where his father
could find it... but maybe he'd stick it on top of his briefcase just
before he left for work instead. Yeah, that sounded like a better plan.
He saw Kelly come into the room. She didn't look very good today. She
looked... worried. And the look she gave him as she came in seemed to
speak volumes!
Kelly quickly kissed her mother, then grabbed her box of cereal... the
same cereal that the former Kelly would have normally eaten for
breakfast. She saw her crazy brother already at the table and she sat
down next to him... and she noticed the paper he was somewhat hiding in
his hand. Quickly and fearfully, she reached over and grabbed his arm,
pulling the hand with the paper towards her. She took it from him and
removed the rubber band and unwrapped the flash drive and read the
paper... and died.
Mark took it all back and finally got it out of sight into his pocket.
"I have to," he whispered to his sister. Sorry."
He saw Kelly nod sadly.
"You two okay?" Janice asked with some concern as she sat down to eat.
You both look like death warmed over!"
"Yeah, fine," Mark replied, trying to put some semblance of enthusiasm
into his voice.
"Me too!" Kelly added as she forced herself to pour some cereal into her
bowl.
Janice ran her eyes between the two of them. Something was up, she
could feel it, but she was also sure that her kids weren't about to tell
her.
Mark stayed at the table until after his father got up and left the
kitchen to continue getting ready for work. He watched as his mother
hurried out of the kitchen for a few moments too. Now was the time to
put the note on... or in his father's briefcase. That would be a better
plan because then he wouldn't see it until he got to work. He looked
over at his sister. "Sorry," he whispered as he pulled the note and the
flash drive out of his pocket. Then he got up. But he couldn't go
anywhere. Kelly had gripped his shirt and wasn't letting go.
"No!" Kelly whispered desperately. "Don't do it!"
"Kelly, you know I have to. It's called responsibility!"
"Don't do it," Kelly urged again.
"I have..."
"I'll do it!"
Mark was momentarily confused. "You'll... give Dad the pictures?"
Kelly shook her head. She bit her lip. Then said, "No. I'll..." It was
hard to say. "I'll do whatever you want. Just don't let Dad know about
any of... that."
Mark shook his head. "I was wrong though Kelly. The right thing to do
is to give this to him."
Kelly pulled harder on his shirt that she still hadn't let go of.
"Please! Please don't. I'll do anything you want, just don't let Dad
know about that. Please!"
The look she was giving him was pitiful. Mark wondered if he had ever
given anyone a look like that when he was still Kelly. He spent a few
moments looking at his sister. His small time slot for getting the
flash drive into his father's briefcase without being noticed was
quickly closing. "We'll talk later," he said.
Kelly just nodded slightly and let go of his shirt, somewhat relieved,
as Mark put the flash drive and note back into his pocket.
Kelly tried to talk to Mark as soon as they had been dropped off at the
park, but Mark refused to talk just then. The truth was, Mark still
hadn't decided what he should do. Both of them took part in the various
activities that day, but neither of them really paid much attention to
what was going on. They were both too wrapped up in their problems.
The minute they got dropped off at home though, Kelly braced her brother
before they even got into the house. "Mark, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know yet, Kelly," Mark replied, somewhat frustrated over his
conundrum. He headed for his room and he thought Kelly was heading for
hers but she followed him directly into his room instead and sat herself
down on his bed.
"Mark, I've got to know!" Kelly said desperately. "You said we would
talk later, well it's later now!"
Mark sat down in his desk chair and faced his sister. He wondered if
Kelly was aware of how much she was acting like a real girl lately. But
that was beside the point. "Kelly you know that the right thing to do
is to tell Mom and Dad."
"But Mark... you know what they'll do if they find out!"
"No, we don't really know what they'll do."
Kelly looked down at the floor. "It will be bad, whatever it is.
Really, really bad."
"Yeah," Mark agreed. "No doubt there. But they won't kill you, Kelly.
Eventually they'll get over it."
"But what if they don't?"
"Kelly, they will. Don't be silly."
Kelly shook her head. "Mark..." but she couldn't find the words to say
and she lowered her head back to the floor again. Then she raised it.
"You said that if I did whatever you wanted, then you wouldn't show it
to them."
"I was wrong to say that. I'm sorry, Kelly. I really am."
"Mark, I'm desperate! Please! I'll do anything at all. Just please
don't let them see that stuff!"
Mark was a little surprised. "You're serious, aren't you?"
Kelly's head went back down again. "Yes," she replied softly.
"You're sure about that?"
Her head raised again and she just looked at him. "You said that
whatever you made me do wouldn't be as bad as whatever they did to me."
It was a moment before Mark finally nodded. "At least, I don't think it
would be. I really don't know what they would do to you, to be honest."
Kelly nodded. "But it would be bad."
"Yeah, of that I have no doubt."
Kelly's head bent again. "Yeah." She stayed looking sullenly at the
floor for a few moments. "What do I have to do?" she asked.
Mark shook his head. "Kelly," he said, "if we do this, you've got to
understand that I'm going to make your life totally miserable. Totally!
I'm going to embarrass you like you wouldn't believe - including in
front of Mom and Dad."
Kelly's eyes went wide. "Mom and Dad? Mark, you wouldn't!"
But Mark only nodded. "It's going to be... necessary."
"For what?"
"For... a lot of things. Just think of it as part of your punishment."
"Mom and Dad!" Kelly whispered, unable to fathom what Mark would make
her do in front of them. "How bad would it be?" she asked anxiously.
Mark smiled. "I don't know. Probably pretty bad, but hopefully not too
bad for you. I just may need you to do some things that will be...
necessary."
Kelly cocked her head to the side quizzically. "Necessary? For what?
It sounds like you've got this all planned out!"
"I do... or I did. I guess I still do. But I can't tell you why till
it's over."
"So... there's an end to this?"
Mark nodded. "Oh yeah! Definitely."
"And if I do this, you won't let Mom or Dad find out about those
pictures?"
"Absolutely not. And Kelly..."
"Yeah?"
"I promise you this. As bad as it's going to get, and it could get
really bad for you... but I still promise you this, when it's over,
everything will all be okay. Even though you're going to be embarrassed
right in front of Mom and Dad, I still promise you this, when it's all
over, everything will be better... and everything will be just fine and
okay. I promise you that!"
"How? How can you promise something like that?"
That was the part that Mark wasn't too sure of himself. He only hoped
he could make it happen. "I don't know," he said. "But I'm going to
try. I just hope that, in the end, everything will be perfect." He
shook his head. "Sorry, Kelly. It's the best promise I can give."
Kelly stared at him and thought about it. "I guess the choice comes
down to knowing that Mom and Dad will not only punish me, but they both
will hate me too for those stupid pictures. I know they're going to not
only be mad and punish me severely, but the worst part is that I'll have
lost their trust... and their love."
"Kelly, they're always going to love you. You know that!"
Kelly rolled he eyes. "You know what I mean!"
"Yeah, I do," Mark admitted.
"Mark. As much as I don't want to get whatever awful punishment they
would give out. I don't want them to think that badly of me even more.
And no matter what, if they see those pictures, they're going to think
very badly of me. Is whatever you have planned going to make them think
that badly of me?"
Mark considered that. "Kelly, there are some things that will happen
that they're going to be very angry about. Some things that are going
to make them be very disappointed in you. But I'm still sure that none
of what I have in mind is going to make them think as badly of you as
those pictures would."
Kelly stared off into space for a few moments. "So... the best thing I
can still do is to go along with whatever you have planned."
Mark said nothing.
"Can you at least tell me about it? What's in this weird plan that
you've got?"
"Sorry sis. If I tell you that, it won't work."
Kelly nodded. She simply felt defeated. "I've got no choice Mark. I
have to do whatever you want. As bad as it seems to be... and trust me, I
think that drinking your stupid pee is nothing but sick! But the worst
thing for me would be having Mom and Dad think that badly of me. So
here I am," she said. "You want me to drink some of your stupid pee
now?"
Mark realized that somewhere in the last few moments, they had crossed a
line. They had both come to the decision that they were going to go
through with his "grand" plan. "No Kelly. Don't worry about it for
now. Not till tonight when you go to bed. I'll see you then. For now,
try to have some fun, okay? Oh, and it probably wouldn't hurt if you
asked Mom once in a while if you can help her get dinner ready or do
other things to help her around the house. I'm afraid that's one of the
things on my list too... you helping Mom more around the house."
Kelly cocked her head to the side again. "Help Mom?" She thought about
that for a moment, then smiled. "I can definitely do that."
"Good girl, Kelly!"
That night, when Kelly went to bed, the apprehension in her was nearly
enough to drive her crazy. What was she doing? Getting punished,
that's what! Getting the punishment she probably deserved! She just
hoped that whatever it was that Mark really had in mind wouldn't be all
that bad. But drinking his pee? That was certainly bad! Yuck!
After saying goodnight to her mother and father, she went back to her
room and got into bed. But she didn't turn off the light on her
nightstand. She laid in bed instead staring up at her ceiling. What
was going to happen? How bad would it be? And how could Mark promise
everything would be alright in the end? One bigger thought was on top
of all those other worries. How long would it be before her stupid
brother walked in through the bathroom door? How long before her
horrible situation started?
Mark didn't wait as long this time. He only waited about twenty minutes
before he grabbed that same large cup and headed into the bathroom with
it. As before, he peed into the cup, not spilling a single drop again.
This time, leaving the bathroom light on, he opened the door to Kelly's
room.
She was awake. He wasn't surprised by that at all. Her light was even
still on. She had been waiting for him. As he entered, he saw her sit
up in bed. Her face looked fearful. He couldn't blame her. "Hey
girl," he said, trying to sound kind.
Kelly made no reply. She was having a problem though not looking at the
large cup that was in his hand again.
"Are you ready?" Mark asked.
Kelly was shaking inside with nervousness and fear. She couldn't look
at him... so she looked instead at the cup. "Yeah," she finally managed
to get out. She started reaching for that horrible cup, but he suddenly
withdrew it.
"Kelly, we've got to get something straight first. If Mom or Dad come
to you and ask what happened, you have to tell them that you couldn't
help it... or it was an accident... or you didn't know it would happen. You
get the picture?"
Now Kelly could look at her brother. "Yeah, I understand."
"But the one thing you can't ever tell them, is that I'm making you do
this, got that?"
"Yeah, got it," Kelly replied sullenly.
"And Kelly, they will probably ask if I'm making you do things you
wouldn't normally do." He saw her look surprised at that. "And you've
still got to say I've got nothing to do with it."
Kelly didn't like it at all that he was totally removing himself from
any of the blame, but what choice did she have. "Yeah, I get it," she
replied.
Mark nodded and extended the cup towards her. "Take this. I need you
to drink about half of it."
This was the part that Kelly dreaded the most. Why would he ever want
to be so cruel to her? Why? But as much as she didn't want to, her
hands reached out and took the cup from him. She looked into it. The
smell was - awful! It was all disgusting yellow inside. Yuck!
Swallowing hard, she forced herself to bring the cup to her lips... and
screwing her eyes shut, she forced herself to take a tiny sip. And she
nearly puked! Ugh! It was awful. She had drank some of his pee!
"Keep going," Mark coaxed as kindly as he could.
She looked at him with nothing but hatred in her eyes. But she forced
herself to take another horrid sip. And as he watched another, and
another. She had to take a break, her mouth tasted like his pee! Her
stomach was already revolting.
"Try drinking it a little faster," Mark suggested. "Take bigger sips.
Maybe it will make it easier."
Her dumb brother wanted her to drink it faster? He had to be kidding!
But she tried again, this time, taking a much bigger gulp. Then she
forced herself to do it again, and again. Oh God it was awful. She
looked into the cup. "Enough?" she asked hopefully.
Mark tilted the cup in her hands toward him so he could see. It wasn't
nearly as much as he wanted, but for tonight, he was sure that what she
had drunk would be plenty. "Yeah," he replied as he tried to smile.
"That's enough."
Kelly was relieved. Especially when Mark took the cup away from her.
Now if she could just make it through the night without puking!
"Now lay down like you're sleeping," Mark coaxed.
Kelly scooted her body back down into her bed and looked fearfully up at
him.
Mark nodded, then he pulled her covers completely off of her and pulled
her short nightgown up. He was about to pour the remainder of the pee
on her panties, but he stopped and looked at her panties. They didn't
look like he expected them to look. "Um... Kelly. How come you don't
have any kind of bulge down there? You're really a boy. There's got to
be something!"
Kelly rolled her eyes. Instead of answering, she quickly pulled her
panties down. "It's all tucked back inside of me and between my legs.
I keep it that way most of the time now. Mom says I'm not supposed to
keep it like this so much, but... I like it better. It makes me feel more
like... a real girl."
Mark stared at what little he could see of the male parts his "sister"
had. He had been surprised by that. And he had been surprised by his
sister wanting it that way so she could feel more like a real girl. He
nodded and watched as Kelly pulled her panties up again. "Okay," he
said, "here goes." With that, he slowly started pouring all the pee
that remained in the cup directly onto the front of her panties. He saw
her body twitch with the first touch of the wet liquid.
His still slightly warm pee hitting her panties was startling. Every
muscle in her body locked as she felt... and watched more and more of
Marks miserable pee soaking her panties and the bed around her. Ugh!
She wanted to scream! And then she felt the tears starting, and a
whimper left her mouth. She couldn't help it. It was so awful!
Mark finished pouring the last of the pee from the cup onto her. Her
panties were soaked as was the bed all around them. Kelly was crying.
He couldn't blame her one bit. He pulled her nightgown down over top of
it all, then he pulled the covers up over her again. "Kelly," he said
to get her full attention. "You have to sleep that way all night. And
if you have to pee again during the night, then you'll have to do it in
your bed. When I leave, I'm going to lock the bathroom door so you
can't get in there. You can't use the bathroom until I unlock it. But
I'll try to do that as early as I can tomorrow morning. Okay? If it's
light out when you wake up, then you can try to get into the bathroom.
If it's unlocked, go ahead. Otherwise, go back to bed."
He stared down at his crying sister. "Good night, Kelly. And good
luck."
With that, he left her.
Despite her crying, Kelly heard the bathroom door being locked from the
other side. She was trapped. She had to lay here all night long in
this... horrible mess. And it was all wet! Ugh! Why had she ever agreed
to go along with Mark's crazy scheme? What did he really have in mind?
What were Mom and Dad going to think in the morning? And... how the heck
was she going to get any sleep tonight? Still crying, she turned over
on her side, feeling the wetness spread a little bit more. How could
she manage to sleep in a wet, pee soaked - pee smelling bed? Especially
with her mouth tasting nothing but his horrible pee! She sobbed again.
Kelly woke early because she had to pee. The light coming in through
the window told her it was just barely dawn. She didn't know why she
had to pee so soon, but she did. And pretty desperately too. It was
light out, had Mark opened the bathroom door yet? She climbed out of
her soaked bed. Her soaked nightgown felt awful against her body. She
ran to the bathroom door and tried to open it. Locked! Damn it!
Unable to do anything else, she climbed back into her pee soaked bed.
At least it was really Mark's pee. But if he didn't unlock that door
pretty soon then she might be adding to it. Wake up Mark! Please wake
up! Unable to sleep, she stayed in her bed and stared at the locked
bathroom door. Knowing that it was way too early for Mark to get up
yet.
Mark sometimes woke early and then rolled over and went back to sleep.
This time he didn't. He was too anxious over his sister in the other
room. Knowing what he had to do, he got out of bed and went into the
bathroom. Using his favorite little device, he stood up and peed, for
once, not getting any on the still lowered toilet seat... he didn't think
anyway. Then he unlocked the door to Kelly's side, and purposely headed
for his own room, despite his anxiousness over his sister. He didn't
even reach the door to his room though when he heard Kelly quickly pull
the other door open and rush inside.
Kelly didn't even care that Mark was still in the bathroom, she had to
pee that badly. The moment she heard him unlock the door, she had
gotten out of bed and ran for the bathroom. She pulled her soaked
panties down and sat down on the toilet - not even caring if he had peed
all over it like he usually did. The relief of emptying her bladder was
the most wonderful thing in the world to her just then. She looked over
and saw Mark watching her. "I don't think I've ever had to pee so bad
in my life!" she said.
Mark smiled. He had no doubt. "Get yourself cleaned up, sis," he said.
"It's just another normal day." Then he left.
Another normal day? He had to be kidding! But Kelly wasted no time at
all in getting out of her wet nightgown and panties. She locked the
door to Marks room and then thoroughly brushed her teeth three times to
get the taste of his pee out of her mouth. It didn't entirely work.
She finally started the water in the tub while she rinsed her wet things
in the sink before hanging them on the towel rack - just as the former
Kelly used to do. Ugh! The bath felt heavenly!
"Kelly wet the bed," Mark told his mother as he came into the kitchen.
But this time, there was no delightful crowing about it. He said it as
if he were stating a fact. He had really wanted to tease Kelly about
it, in fact he had planned on it, but this morning, he somehow couldn't
find it in him to do that.
"She what? You're kidding?" Janice asked as she stared somewhat angrily
at Mark.
"No, she wet the bed."
Janice leveled a nasty look at her son, then she headed out to check on
Kelly. This time, when she got to Kelly's room, there was no doubt what
the odor in the room was. Pee! Kelly was fully dressed, but she was
sitting in the middle of the floor staring at the pile of sheets she had
removed from her bed. Her daughter looked like she was fighting back
tears. And as Janice stood there, she saw Kelly start to really cry.
The tears broke her heart. "Kelly, what happened?"
Kelly only nodded at the bedding.
Janice went over to her and sat on the floor next to her. "You really
wet the bed again? And I mean, nothing else happened. It was you that
wet the bed?"
"What do you think?" Kelly replied somewhat angrily though her tears.
Not understanding how it could have happened, Janice pulled her daughter
to her and held her while she cried. When Mark had told her, she was
sure that it was some kind of prank of his. But there was no doubt
about what she was smelling in the room. And the way her daughter was
behaving, she was totally upset with what she had done. She could only
come to the conclusion that this new Kelly had really wet the bed!
There was no teasing for once at the breakfast table when Kelly finally
got there. None at all, for which Kelly was actually grateful... if not
somewhat mystified. In fact, if anything, Mark seemed to be... nice.
Although he did make sure that Dad got filled in on what had happed the
moment he had walked in. Getting grilled over it by her father had not
been fun! But once he had "spoken" to her, the subject seemed to be
dropped and they discussed how they were going to work the baseball
schedule that morning. Both she and Mark had morning games. Mark's was
earlier than hers though. In the end, it was decided they would all go
together as a family.
Kelly sat in the stands next to her mother, watching her brother out on
the baseball field. But her mind was almost fogged. Over and over
again her mind played what she had gone through last night. The torture
she had endured last night. And now, it was all over, seemingly swept
under the rug like it was an everyday occurrence. But then, the real
Kelly had wet the bed so often that everyone was very used to it.
She watched as Mark, playing shortstop from the beginning of the game,
fielded a fast ground ball and threw it hard over to first base. Damn!
Her brother really was good! Four innings later, she found herself on
her feet - along with everyone else in the stands, as the ball Mark hit
went over the right-field fence. His first home-run! And once again,
she remembered how she had played so poorly when she had been Mark. She
played softball now instead... as a girl. And even though, thanks to her
father's constant coaching and help, she was getting pretty good at it...
not as good at it as the real Kelly had been, but still pretty good... she
realized that playing with the girls was where she belonged now. Not up
on the baseball field with the boys. As much as she liked some things
about being a girl... sort of... the thought still hurt.
She watched as Mark rounded the bases while everyone cheered. She
watched as he slapped a few palms. And then she watched as he simply
sat down... and nothing else happened. No hugs. No excited jumping up
and down. Just a few hand slaps and that had been it. As the game
continued, she realized how boring the boy's game was. They didn't sit
together and sing cheers with hand motions or any of the fun things she
was enjoying now. They all just sat on the bench like lumps. All the
time. There was no closeness between any of them that she could see,
none of the camaraderie like the girls had. There wasn't anything like
the girls enjoyed at all. She watched that particularly as the game
progressed. She watched it, but she was conflicted about what to think
about it. She was a boy underneath after all.
When the game was over, and Mark's team had to line up and slap the
hands of all the losing players as they did at the end of every game,
Kelly hurried out of the stands with her mother. If she didn't hurry,
she would be late. But she had already seen Melody today so the girls
would all know she was there but was just watching her brother. But the
minute she got into the dugout with the rest of the girls, she felt more
at home. More relaxed. There was a closeness between them all that she
enjoyed. Or maybe it was more like when they were all together, she
felt more protected... but from what, she didn't know.
She played really well that day. And she enjoyed the cheering and
singing... and just being a girl with all the rest of her friends.
And when the game was over, she found her whole family waiting for her
behind the stands... along with Gary!
"Great game!" Gary told her as soon as she walked up. "Man... two
doubles!"
Kelly just shrugged. "I got three last game. But I still can't seem to
hit a home run!"
"Who cares?" Gary exclaimed. "You know how many runs you drove in?"
Kelly knew, but that didn't matter. She had never managed to hit any
runs in when she was a boy.
"Man I can't wait to see the movie tomorrow night."
Kelly was a lot more nervous about this date than he was. "Me too," she
replied... even though since she would be going out on her first date with
a boy, she'd rather not be going at all. Out of the corner of her eye,
she saw her brother talking to Melody.
"Hey, what do you think, maybe we can all stop for pizza afterwards? Do
you think your parents would let you do that?"
Kelly's eyes went a bit wider. "I guess... I can ask," she replied.
That afternoon, as soon as she got home, she asked her mother. "Mom, do
I really have to go out with Gary?"
Janice looked at her daughter, knowing what was really troubling her
about it. "Yes, dear. The real Kelly went to the movies with him
several times. They were very... friendly. This could be a fun and
interesting experience for you. A chance to see what it's really like
for girls when they're out with a boy. Besides, Mark and Melody will be
there with you too. It'll be fun."
Kelly wasn't so sure about that.
Mark opened his dresser drawer and moved aside the stuff that was
covering the two little flash drives hidden in the back of his drawer.
Not touching the offending one, he pulled out the one that held his
recoding of his first date and his first kiss. He stuck the thing into
his computer and put his headphones on. He closed his eyes as he
listened to his "First Kiss" recording - and remembered it all as the
sound went through his ears. That remembrance would always be special
to him. He had never shared this recording with "Kelly." It was too
special. But now, in light of the date they had tomorrow night. Kelly
would have to know about it. And despite how precious the remembrance
of it was to him, he no longer felt as strong an attachment to Gary
anymore. Gary belonged to Kelly. And he wasn't Kelly.
Pulling the flash drive from his computer, he carried it into their Jack
and Jill bathroom, and knocked on Kelly's door.
Kelly immediately grew apprehensive at Mark's knock. Would he require
her to do something else torturous? "Come in," she called nervously.
Mark entered. His sister was at her computer. It looked like she was
chatting with some of her Facebook friends. The pink text kind of gave
everything away. He still hadn't figured out how to reset the default
for that. "Hey, sis," he said.
There was a seriousness on her brother's face that made Kelly even more
nervous. Resigned, she looked back down at the floor. "What do you
want me to do now?" she asked.
"Listen to something."
That didn't sound so bad. She managed to look back up at him.
Mark held out the flash drive, "Here," he said. "There's some audio
files on this that I recorded from before our switch that I didn't let
you hear. Personal ones. They're very special to me. Download these
to your computer."
Surprised, Kelly took the flash drive and plugged it in. A moment
later, her computer tried to start playing something called, "My First
Date." She quickly turned the player off. And found the file folder.
There were two files in it. "My First Date," and one called, "My First
Kiss." She looked quickly over to her brother. "You never told me
anything about this!"
Mark shook his head. "Like I said, they're special to me. Copy and
listen to them. A lot. Most likely, Gary is going to try to kiss you
tomorrow night, and since he and I have already kissed, you're going to
have to kiss him too."
Kelly's jaw dropped. "Me?"
Mark only nodded. "I need that flash drive back. Like I said, it's
special to me."
A few minutes later, Kelly started listening to the intimate details of
her "brother's" first date. She didn't let it play long though before
she carried her laptop over to her bed to listen through the headphones
there. Damn! Her "brother," when he had still been Kelly, had been
more of an item with "her" best friend Gary than she had thought! And
now... now... Damn! Now it looked like she was going to have to kiss her
best friend too. No! Make that her former best friend. Gary was
Mark's best friend now. Melody was her new best friend. And the
thought hit her. Was there some way that she could get Mark to kiss
Melody - his former best friend? That tiny giggle that wasn't really
like Kelly used to do, escaped her lips.
That night, Mark again came into her room just after bedtime, and again
he brought with him the same cup filled with his pee.
Kelly was dreading it, but she had been through this once already with
him. She couldn't imagine it getting any worse.
"Ready?" Mark asked.
Drinking it was inevitable, no matter how much she didn't want to. She
nodded.
"This time, you're going to have to drink a lot more of it. You didn't
drink much at all last night.
Ugh! Just thinking about it made her stomach revolt. She couldn't help
the small whimper that escaped her lips. Shaking, she took the cup from
him and put it to her lips. Just a little taste first. It was just as
awful as it had been last night! And he wanted her to drink more of it?
He had to be kidding!
"Bigger gulps," Mark suggested. "It will help."
How would he know? She tried again, taking in a whole mouthful and
forcing herself to swallow it. Yuck! Oh God it was bad! But he was
still watching her. She did it again, another full mouthful, then
another, and another...
Mark watched the level of pee in the cup carefully. With her bedroom
light shining through the plastic, it was fairly easy to see how much
was still in the cup. "That's enough," he finally said. Kelly had
tears streaming down her face, but she had bravely gone on with it.
"Good girl," he said as kindly as he could. "Now lay down again." Just
like the night before, he poured what was left of the pee in the cup
onto the front of her panties. A few minutes later, he said good night
and left - and locked the bathroom door to her room so she couldn't get
into it.
Chapter 10
The smell of Bill cooking pancakes heralded in Sunday morning in the
house - as did Mark proclaiming that Kelly had wet the bed - again.
Janice was totally aghast! "Not two days in a row!" Totally worried
about her daughter, she ran for Kelly's bedroom. Kelly was there and
dressed. She was just stripping the sheets off her bed. "Kelly, what
happened? Not again!"
Kelly looked briefly over at her mother, but said nothing. She simply
continued to pull the bedding off and pile it on the floor.
Janice never took her eyes off of Kelly, but she started helping her
daughter. "Kelly... do you want to talk about it?" she asked.
"No!"
"Would you like to see a doctor?"
Kelly stopped what she was doing. "No!" she exclaimed as tears started
to fall from her eyes again. "Just leave me alone!"
Janice went over and hugged her daughter, who seemed to curl up in her
arms and just cry. "Shh... There, there. It's going to be alright."
She held her and stroked her hair and she kissed the top of her head.
"I guess these things just happen." But as soon as she said it, she
realized that she didn't think that "these things" just happened at all.
She once again suspected that Mark was somehow behind it all. Yet like
yesterday, so far, Mark didn't seem to be teasing Kelly at all over it.
So... did Kelly really wet the bed... two days in a row? As unlikely as it
seemed, she had to reach that conclusion. Although deep down, she still
suspected Mark had at least something to do with it.
Kelly cried, but for more reasons than anyone knew. Not only had her
bed been wet because Mark had dumped his pee all over her, but this
morning, her bed was even wetter because she had been forced to add her
own pee to what Mark had done. During the night, she had woken up
desperate to pee, only to find that the bathroom door was still locked.
She had been so tempted to pound loudly on the door to get Mark to open
it, but she knew Mark wouldn't let her into the bathroom. She had been
forced to go back to her pee stained bed... where much later, she was
unable to hold back any longer. She had wet the bed herself.
But all night long, even before that, she had dreamed over and over
again about wetting the bed. She guessed it was because of the strong
taste of Marks pee that was in her mouth... not to mention so much more of
his damn pee that had been rolling around in her stomach. Plus, she had
been lying in the wet mess all night. She guessed that all of it
combined to make her have to pee sooner than she normally would. And
with the bathroom door locked... just as Mark had told her she had to do...
she had been forced to wet her bed. Ugh!
Her mother's comforting attention felt wonderful to her. But as her
crying finally subsided, she realized how strange it was for her to be
in that position... and like it so much. She was a boy underneath, yet
here she was, acting totally like a girl in her mother's arms. It
bothered her that she liked it. But it still felt good enough that she
wasn't about to pull away from her mother's embrace.
"Better now?" Janice finally asked as she pulled slightly away and
stroked Kelly's hair one more time. Kelly only nodded.
"Then go wash your face again and come out for breakfast. It's Sunday...
pancakes!"
Kelly tried to smile. Yeah, it was Sunday, and later today she was
going to the movies where she might have to kiss another boy. But there
was one thought that made her smile. Yesterday, she had talked briefly
on the phone with Melody, where she had hinted that she would love to
see her dumb brother actually kiss a pretty girl. But as it turned out,
Melody was more than interested in getting Mark to kiss her! She should
have known!
There was still two hours to go before they had to leave for the movies.
But Kelly was getting worried. She thought seriously about asking Mark...
but she quickly thought better of that idea. She went and found her
mother instead. "Mom... what am I gonna wear?"
"You mean to the movies dear?"
"Of course!"
Janice nearly laughed. "Well let's go take a look at your closet, shall
we?" This was "this" Kelly's first date as Kelly. In fact, it was
"her" first date... period! As she walked back through the house toward
Kelly's room, she remembered the real Kelly getting ready for her first
date... not all that long ago. And the thing that amused Janice the most,
was that both dates were with the same boy.
Kelly really didn't know why she was so worried about it. Maybe it was
because when she was a boy, Gary had been one of her best friends. And
now that she was going to be going out with him as a girl, she was
worried he might somehow recognize who she really was underneath her
clothes. Of course, in the back of her mind, the fact that she was
going out on a date with a boy had her somewhat excited too... even though
she couldn't really figure out why. Although that recording she had
listened to yesterday of the former Kelly's first kiss might have
something major to do with it!
As she and her mother stared at the clothes hung up in her closet, she
asked, "Mom, how does Gary want to see me dressed?"
"I don't know," Janice replied. "But before you two were switched
around, the other you had started wearing nice clothes everywhere. So
she usually wore a skirt outfit or a dress to the movies."
Kelly actually remembered seeing that. At that time, the former Kelly
dressing nicely had still been a novelty. "So what do you think," she
asked, "maybe one of the new skirt outfits you got me the day we were...
changed?"
Janice nodded. "Sounds good, dear. But remember, it's just a movie.
Jeans would be just as good."
In the end, Kelly decided to go with one of the new skirt outfits and
the old Kelly's high heels on her feet. The shoes would still be dressy
and they had the added advantage of being somewhat comfortable.
"It's just a movie!" were the words that Kelly kept telling herself as
her father dropped her and Mark and Gary and Melody off at the theater.
But that didn't keep her from being both excited and anxious over it.
Of course, Melody's upbeat personality helped to keep her from worrying
about things too much. She had asked Mark just before they left if he
was nervous. "Unbelievably!" he had replied. She had to look hard to
see that he really was nervous underneath that cool fa?ade he appeared
to have.
As she watched her father drive off, she saw Melody grab Mark's hand and
pull him toward the ticket booth. Much more sedately, she suddenly felt
Gary grab her hand before he led her along in the same direction. Just
holding hands like that with him seemed to make her more nervous inside.
"What do you think of your brother and Melody?" Gary asked as they were
still catching up to Mark and Melody.
What did she think? "Mark's more nervous than he looks," she told him.
"I'm not sure about Melody, but I can tell you this, she really likes
Mark. More than I knew!"
"How do you know?"
"She told me last night."
As far as Gary was concerned, Melody was a really nice girl. Pretty
too. Just not as pretty as Kelly.
When they found their seats, Mark naturally sat next to Melody and Gary
sat next to Kelly. But Melody and Kelly were separated by the two guys.
As the movie finally started, Mark felt Melody reach over and grab his
hand and pull it into her lap... and keep it there with her fingers
entwined in his! Not knowing what to do about it, he let her continue
to hold on. Well, it was supposed to be a scary movie.
As the movie began, Kelly was shocked to feel Gary's arm snake behind
her head. His hand was only on the back of her seat, but if she sat
back in any way, her head would be laying on his arm! She wasn't sure
what was going to be scarier, the movie, or worrying about Gary!
Twenty minutes later, Mark's eyes bulged, not just from the sudden scary
scene on the screen in front of him, but from the way that Melody
suddenly squeezed his fingers that she was still holding onto - now for
dear life!"
Kelly was still a guy underneath, but that didn't stop her from jumping
as the suddenness of what happened on the screen made half the audience
scream. But before she could settle back in her seat again, she felt
Gary's arm go from the back of her seat, to around her shoulders. Now
should she scream?
As the movie went on, despite being totally engrossed in it, Mark found
his arm going numb. Melody was still holding on for dear life. Was
this one of the things guys had to put up with? Did he dare try to pull
his arm back? But... he kind of did like Melody, and her holding onto him
like this was kind of nice. But it would be a lot nicer if he could
move his arm a little!
Every time something frightening happened in the movie - which was a lot
- Kelly felt Gary tense... which caused his arm to squeeze her a bit more
for a moment. The first few times it happened, it had distracted her
somewhat from the movie, but now that things were growing more
frightening, she actually found his arm around her to be comforting... as
if it was somehow a lifeline to the real world. After a while, she
wasn't sure she wanted his arm gone anymore.
Mark was glad the moment Melody's hand ungripped itself from his. He
stretched his fingers and made a fist over and over again. But there
was no way he could bring his hand back to his side of the armrest since
Melody was now hanging and pulling tensely on his whole arm. At least
it was a change.
As the pressure from Gary's arm increased with every frightening thing,
Kelly soon discovered she was slowly being pulled closer and closer to
him. Was that a bad thing? She wasn't totally sure. Despite being a
boy underneath, it was nice to be closer to someone who could... protect
her? What was she thinking? But she didn't move away either. The
movie was too engrossing!
Mark felt Melody's nails digging into his arm. He wanted to scream in
pain but he did his best to ignore it. He was glad that it was summer
and he wasn't wearing a long sleeved shirt, otherwise he was sure Melody
would have ripped the sleeve off by now. As it was, she had pulled him
closer to her than ever. He was already trying to watch the movie half
bent over the armrest. And then, his head accidentally bumped hers.
The bumping made her turn away from the movie for a moment to look at
him. And just that fast, she planted a quick kiss right on his lips
before going back to the movie again!
Things in the movie were getting tenser and tenser... and so was Kelly's
back as she was forced to lean in further and further toward Gary. And
then she finally felt his arm move, except that instead of removing it,
he only moved it from grabbing her shoulder to wrapping his elbow around
her neck - which pulled her even closer to him. By the time she could
get comfortable again, she was resting with her head on his shoulder...
and his arm was keeping her there!
The tense semi-final scenes of the movie gave way to calm relief. Love
had saved the day. Mark breathed easier. It had been all he could do
to keep himself from screaming - like the girl he was underneath his
clothes. Hopefully, he had managed that little feat just fine. He did
think he heard something out of his sister a few seats away, but with so
much screaming going on, he couldn't tell. But now Melody was not just
holding onto his arm, she was resting her head on it as well.
Strangely, he felt good about that. It was definitely one of the many,
many pleasures of being a guy - having a pretty girl think that much of
you to cuddle up to you and rest against you.
Kelly had been forced to give up all pretense of trying to get away from
laying her head on Gary's shoulder. But that didn't mean that the
overly-tense finale to the movie didn't make her jump and squirm. And
at one time, she actually couldn't help letting out a small little sound
of fright - but it wasn't a scream! It wasn't! The movie gave way to
the calm aftermath and she watched as the two lovers on the screen
kissed. And they looked so happy as they kissed. It was so... wonderful.
Not realizing she was going to do it, she sighed happily. And as she
did, she felt Gary turn his head, which made her pull her head away from
him a bit, only to find him bringing his face closer to hers... and then
he kissed her - on the lips. And it felt... shocking! But also all too
nice! After the tenseness of the entire movie, and now the relaxed
beautiful loving she was watching on the screen, she also thought the
kiss might have been... romantic? And despite herself, a moment later,
she let herself kiss him back... only this time, Gary kept his lips
pressed against hers... and the kiss lingered!
Mark had just happened to glance over at Gary as the movie ended, but he
couldn't tear his eyes away. Kelly was all cuddled up against him and
the two of them were locked in - a kiss! Holy Cow! Her "brother" was
kissing another guy! But his attention was literally pulled back to
Melody who was now pulling harder on his arm to get his attention. And
she was suddenly giggling a little bit. Had she seen Kelly and Gary?
"Do you like me Mark?" Melody whispered, just loud enough that he could
hear her.
What a question! "Of course!" he replied. Actually, the truth was that
he had always like Melody - a lot, just not like a guy would like a
girl. Melody had always been her best friend - when she was still a
girl. But now, now he was kind of liking this way of being with her as
well.
"Then why don't you kiss me?" Melody asked... all too hopefully.
Mark didn't know if he was just surprised or totally shocked. But he
leaned over and brought his lips up against her lips. They were soooo
soft. Much softer than when he had kissed Gary. And so much more
sensual. He could taste a bit of the lip gloss she was wearing. Nice.
He pulled back just to look at her. But that didn't last long as she
pulled on his arm again... bringing him back for another lasting kiss.
Wow! When they broke, he heard that odd little laugh that Kelly seemed
to do lately. She never did get the real Kelly giggle down. Looking
over, he saw that both Gary and Kelly had been watching him. Red
faced, he said, "You guys ready to get out of here?"
Gary's father picked them all up and dropped them off at the pizza
place... along with telling them that he was going to be right back as
soon as he could go home and pick up his wife and Gary's little brother.
They all went in and excitedly talked about the movie while they waited
for their pizza to be delivered. Shortly after they ordered though,
Gary's family walked in. And a few minutes later, so did Kelly and
Marks Mom and Dad. After checking on them and saying hi, they left the
teenagers alone and went over to sit with Gary's family - for which the
teenagers were all grateful.
"Don't they make a cute couple?" Janice heard Gary's mother ask.
Janice looked over to where Kelly and Gary were sitting together. She
had to admit, the two did look pretty good together. And to tell the
truth, so did Mark and Melody. She saw the kids all laugh. She was
glad they were having so much fun. And then she saw Melody take too big
a bite of her pizza - it looked like she had done it on purpose. The
red pizza sauce was spread widely across her face... for which, she looked
up at Mark and pursed her lips... and she nearly died as she saw Mark lean
over and kiss Melody's messy lips! "Oh my God!" All the kids were now
giggling again. And then she saw Gary lean over and plant a kiss on
Kelly's lips too! "Holy cow!"
"Did you just see what I saw?" Gary's mother asked.
Janice could only nod. Their kids were kissing! Weren't they too young
for that?
Later that night, Janice stopped into Kelly's room as she was getting
ready for bed. "I saw you kissing Gary," she said.
Kelly was afraid her mother would yell at her for it. But when she
realized that she wasn't going to, she sat herself down on her bed and
seemed to cuddle up into herself as the memories of some of those kisses
returned. "Yeah," she replied, still fairly surprised herself that it
had happened, and not just once, but several times!
Janice wondered if Kelly knew that the way she was sitting just then
looked so totally girlish. And if she did, where had she learned it?
She went over and sat on the side of her bed. "How was it? It was your
first kiss - wasn't it?" she asked with a lot more emphasis on the last
part.
Kelly was still embarrassed by the kiss. "Mom, I know I shouldn't have
done it... especially since I'm a boy... but the circumstances..."
"I didn't say I minded... that much," Janice told her. "Although I was
more than a bit surprised."
"Imagine how I felt!" Kelly replied.
Janice leaned over toward her daughter. "So... how was it?"
"Really?"
Janice nodded. "Really!"
Kelly wanted to giggle, but what still came out was her own little laugh
instead. "I know I shouldn't like it... I mean, I'm a boy underneath.
But... I don't know... it was... kind of nice." She looked closely at her
mother's face, then added much more sadly. "Really nice."
Janice held out her arms and Kelly moved to be held by her. "So now
you've been kissed by a boy."
"Yeah... but it still bothers me that I liked it so much. Kind of like..."
But she didn't say anything else.
"Kind of like what?" Janice asked.
"Like everything else," Kelly replied.
Janice held her without saying anything else. It was all such a strange
situation. She finally pulled away from her daughter. "Hey," she said,
trying to sound bright and happy. Didn't you say that Melody asked you
and Mark over to swim tomorrow afternoon?"
That was another little worry that was sitting in the back of Kelly's
mind. "Yeah. But I'm not sure we should. I mean... bathing suits... and
me?"
"Of course you! We looked at this before and you looked just fine in it
dear. Just wear a t-shirt over it and everything will be just fine.
You can tell them it's so you don't get sunburned."
But being seen in a bathing suit had Kelly more nervous than she had
been about anything else!
The lamp next to her bed added light, yet her room still seemed dark and
dismal as she sat up in her bed... watching the bathroom door. Mark was
in there just then, and she knew what he was doing - filling that lousy
cup with his even lousier pee! Ugh! Transfixed, she saw the handle on
the door turn and the door opened.
"Hey girl," Mark said as he came in.
Kelly thought his voice seemed different. She watched that cup that he
carried all too carefully as he came over to her bed... and set the cup on
the floor where it was thankfully out of sight. "Hey," Kelly cautiously
replied.
"We haven't had a chance to talk since we got home," Mark said. "Why
don't I kind of stop being Mark for a few minutes and we just have a
little sister to sister talk?"
Now Kelly could hear what the difference was in his voice. He wasn't
trying to sound like Mark anymore. But... "Are you trying to talk like
you used to... like Kelly?"
"Of course!" Mark replied.
"Because you sure don't sound like you used to."
"I don't?" Mark was surprised to hear that.
"No, not really. Your voice seems... lower... more... I don't know... like a
boy I guess."
As much as Mark liked hearing that, it was still troubling. He tried
raising the pitch of his voice. "How's this? Better?"
"Some," Kelly replied. "Why don't you just talk natural so we don't
have to worry about it? And since you're going to be Kelly again... sort
of, can I be Mark again... sort of?
Mark shook his head. "I was kind of hoping for a real sister to sister
talk. I've never had a sister before so I've never been able to do
that."
"And I guess you wouldn't settle for a brother to brother talk instead."
"I don't think I'd like that as much. Guys don't talk about these kind
of things."
"What kind of things?"
"You kissing Gary, of course!"
Kelly let out her little laugh. "I did kiss him, didn't I?"
"Girl... there was no doubt about that one!"
Kelly giggled again. "Just like there was no doubt about you kissing
Melody! What got into you?"
"What got into me? What got into her? She was practically all over
me!"
Kelly giggled again. "You didn't exactly look like you minded it too
much."
"I guess I didn't." Mark admitted.
"She likes you, you know."
"She does?" Mark was surprised that he liked that.
"As if you couldn't tell!"
Mark had to admit, he guessed the way she was all over him had clued him
in earlier. "Well, it was kind of nice."
"Was it different?" Kelly asked.
"Different than what?"
"From kissing Gary!"
"Oh." Mark had to think about that. "Yeah. Very."
"I wouldn't know," Kelly replied sadly. "I never kissed a girl... when I
was a boy."
"But now you've kissed a boy," Mark added brightly. "And it didn't
exactly look to me like you hated it all that much."
Kelly looked at him with a serious expression on her face. "That's just
it. That's the problem. I didn't mind it. In fact, I think I liked
it. But... well..." She shook her head. "Mark, it's just not right! I'm
a guy... somewhere under here. At least I think I still am. I'm not
supposed to like another guy kissing me!"
Mark understood Kelly's problem all too well. He had been troubled by
the same thing... except that... he really wanted to be a guy and didn't
want to think of himself as a girl at all anymore - other than this
little girl-to-girl talk that is. "But Kelly, you've been letting
yourself be a girl more and more lately. I see that all the time. And
you don't have much of a choice but to do that... just like I don't have
much of a choice but to be a boy. So since you're being more and more
of a girl... shouldn't you get to enjoy everything you can about it? And
don't tell me you don't like a lot of things about being a girl. I know
you're enjoying yourself!"
"Not everything," Kelly replied, nodding her head down toward the floor
where the cup filled with his pee was still out of sight.
"Yeah, well, you're not supposed to enjoy that. And all this has
nothing at all to do with you being a girl now. None of it is because
of anything you've ever done as Kelly. It's all because of what you