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It was almost 10:40 when I walked in the door at home. Mom was still
sitting in her normal chair waiting on me, guess she wanted all the info
on why I was suddenly at Jens ALL afternoon and night.
"Did you have fun tonight?" she asked me, hope evident in her voice.
"I guess so, I mean we were just studying, that biology exam is going to
be killer." I lied to the best of my ability.
"Uh huh, must have been an exhausting study session if you volunteered to
cook them your risotto," she mused.
"Mom really? Mrs. Cook worked really late and Jen was going to just heat
up frozen dinners, she had been really nice today so I just wanted to,
you know, show my appreciation." I shrugged, really not liking where this
conversation is headed.
I know she was just teasing when she said, "Oh you two were home alone
most of the night by yourselves? Is there something I need to know about?
Hmm?"
I just groaned. "Really Mom? Why do you ask that? I mean you know nothing
can happen... Even if... I just can't..." I felt my vision starting to
blur again. "I'm going to bed, I can't do this tonight. See you
tomorrow."
I know I hurt her feelings as I stormed to the bathroom to do my evening
routine, that look of hurt is one I've seen on her face way too many
times. I know I've caused most of those looks, due to my... whatever it
is, it's all because of me. As I started to undress I caught a view of
myself in the mirror in just the sports bra and panties, and for a moment
I was almost enthralled by what I saw once again. Then the shame started
building, I should be a guy dammit, not a girl admiring her reflection.
This is why my parents look at me like they do. Why is my mind trying to
screw with me? I sit down on the bed and go to empty the bag I brought
from Jennifer's and I come across the "gift" she gave me to sleep in. I
pick it up and examine it, it looks like just a super long tee-shirt and
whatever its made of feels so soft. I hold it up to my chest for a minute
and realize it smells like Jen, which brings me to think about this
evening. I'm even more confused when I smile from the memory. The memory
of being dressed like a girl and spending time with my best girlfriend,
well I mean my best friend who's a girl, you know what I mean.
Absentmindedly I put the nightshirt on and am surprised just how good it
does feel. I lie down and turn off my light on my nightstand.
While I'm trying to NOT think of anything so I can fall asleep, my mind
has other plans as it so often does. It starts thinking just how god
awful this day was, possibly outing myself to my class, the fight with
Jen and the repercussions I had to deal with because of our fight. Then
my mind starts drifting off to later that day though, and everything that
happened outside the school, and then at her house. She and her Mom know,
and they still seem to care about me. Maybe this day wasn't nearly as bad
as I first thought. I was still pretty mixed up and then I remembered
something that always used to comfort me, something I haven't needed in
years. I turned the light on and went and reached up in the top of my
closet and pulled out my old stuffed ewok, Wicket. Yes, I was, and still
am, a diehard Star Wars junkie, so sue me. I turned off the light again
and laid down snuggling with my old sleeping buddy. As I started to feel
myself fall asleep I couldn't help but picture that really pretty girl
that was in the mirror with the short hair.
Saturday Morning, Oct 3, 1987
I woke up at almost 7am from a disturbing dream, thankfully it was fading
faster than I could remember, I had just woken up panicked. I stood up
and stretched feeling oddly well rested, more so than normal. Then I
caught a glimpse of the mirror hanging on my door, and I saw that girl
looking back at me. Her short hair was wild and sticking up all over the
place and the long dark blue sleep shirt hugged her shapely athletic
body, I looked at her perplexed as she just stared back at me. After a
few moments I shook myself away from the mirror and the image that seems
to be haunting me. Maybe a shower will help me snap out of this and wake
up.
After a quick check to make sure my parents weren?t up or nearby, I made
a dash into the bathroom and closed the door. I turned the water on,
grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and hopped into the shower. Figured
if I brushed my teeth in the shower there would be less chance of me
staring into the mirror again. I tried to keep detached while I was
washing, which I was usually really good at, but my mind drifted back to
the way Jen touched me last night. I know she was just in shock and it
was out of curiosity, but I just remembered how good it felt. I mean my
breasts have been touched before, by doctors and nurses who gave them a
clinical exam, you know a squeeze here, twist there, and by myself who
just tried to mash them out of existence. Curiosity got the better of me,
so while I was soaping them up I started washing with gentle circular
motions, I closed my eyes enjoying that moment. The tingle that went
through my body when I ran over my nipples though almost took my breath
away, and as I realized what I had just been doing I jerked my hands away
as quickly as possible. Okay that?s it, I?m done washing, so I let the
water rinse me off without having to touch my body in any way shape or
form. A few minutes later I was in my room, I need a good long run. I can
always sort things out when it?s just me, the wind, and the trail.
I didn?t have any choice but to wear the bra again, Jen seemed to have
not put my ace bandages in the bag, dammit! Back to my baggy sweatshirt,
hopefully I don?t run into many people on the trail. As I was finishing
my quick breakfast the phone rang and it was Jen.
?Morning sunshine! I hope I didn?t wake you up, I just wanted to see if
you still wanted to come over today, for our, um, study date,? she said
right off.
?Yeah I was still going to if you wanted me to. I just have to go run
this morning, I need to, um, catch up from missing it last night, I can
call you when I get back and get cleaned up. Oh by the way where the hell
are my ace bandages?? I demanded.
?I told you that you weren?t binding with those again Robbie, they hurt
you and can cause problems with how tightly you bound them. Besides I
talked with Mom after you left and we have a better safer idea. Just
bring a change of clothes and come straight here after your run, you can
shower here okay? Pretty please with sugar on top!!? she teased.
?Ugh, Fine I?ll just head over there when I?m done with my run, so you
can stop before you get any cheesier than you?ve already gotten.? I
laughed. We said our goodbyes and I was off to clear my head.
When I got back to my car after my run and cool down period, my head was
still just as mixed up as before. I checked my time and wasn?t too happy,
I couldn?t push myself like normal. Even with the sports bra the bouncing
kept me distracted, my normal pace made them hurt. I had planned on doing
7 miles this morning, but after 5 I had to quit. Instead of being able to
clear my head it was just as muddled as before, still really confused, I
headed on to Jennifer?s house.
No sooner had I knocked, the door flew open and she pulled me into the
house into a hug, quickly letting go as soon as she felt how wet I still
was from the run.
?Yuck! Let?s get you showered up, Mom had to run to work to check on some
stuff and was going to bring lunch home. She said she didn?t want you to
feel sorry for us and have to cook again.? She laughed as she pulled me
up the stairs. When we got to her room she took my bag of clothes and
handed me the robe again.
?Hey! I can just dress in the bathroom,? I said and reached for my
clothes.
Slapping my hand, she said, ?I know you can, but I have something for you
to put on that heat rash and bruises you had last night. I?ll set your
clothes on the bed.
Not wanting to argue I just went and took a shower. Ugh I forgot all the
perfumed soaps and stuff, I should have brought my own, I grumbled. When
I finished and got back into her room I saw the clothes I had brought
lying on the bed, with another set of clothes next to them. When I
pointed at the other set she just shushed me and started applying a
lotion to the red splotchy areas, except when she got to close to the
more sensitive areas she just grinned and handed me the tube.
As I was finishing she said, ?Look I?m not trying to force you to do
anything you don?t want, but I did want you to have the option of wearing
something that actually fit. Okay? Look I?ll go downstairs and you can
decide Robbie, I?m not going to coerce you into anything. Just don?t lie
to yourself okay.?
I just nodded at her, so she smiled and went downstairs leaving me with
my choice. Not a problem so I started putting on my clothes. I was doing
fine until It came time for me to bind, I didn?t see my bandages
anywhere. Looking at the clothes she laid out I saw a bra, not just a
sports bra either, lying there. Without any other options I put it on,
it took me a few minutes to figure it out, but eventually got it on. Then
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, but all I saw was that girl
again. She was wearing a really pretty bra which held her breasts nicely,
but she was wearing these ridiculously baggy jeans that looked like were
cinched 6 inches just to fit her waist. I just slumped down on the bed
still staring at the mirror, not even noticing the tears forming in my
eyes. I sat like this for several minutes when Jen came back in to check
on me.
?Robbie what?s wrong?? she said as she sat next to me put her arm around
me. I just turned and started whimpering on her shoulder.
?Jen I don?t know what?s wrong with me! I know that I?m a guy in here,?
pointing to my head, ?so I started putting on my clothes then I saw my
reflection and saw a girl in the mirror wearing my clothes and I started
feeling so ridiculous!!? I say, trying to keep from going into a full
blown cry.
Kissing my forehead, she whispers, ?Robbie, Sweetie. I know you?re
struggling with who you think you are, but we both know that physically
you are a girl. There is nothing wrong with wearing clothes that fit you,
you don?t have to wear skirts or dresses or anything like that. I?m going
to go back downstairs okay, it?s just me and mom here today with you.
Wear whatever you think feels most comfortable to you. With that she gave
my shoulder another squeeze and headed downstairs.
Looking at the girl staring back at me in the mirror I just say, ?Fine
you win today!? Ripping off the jeans and boxers I start staring at the
underwear and other clothes. As I pick up the panties I noticed they look
brand new, not old ones like she gave me last night. Maybe she accidently
gave me a new pair, but they fit like a glove. The shorts were the same
ones from last night, but she included a belt this time so it didn?t hang
on my hips as badly. The top wasn?t just a tee-shirt though, it had a
lower neck with buttons like a collarless polo shirt. Once everything was
on I looked at the mirror and there she was, I could see her taunting me.
I just shook my head and then without another glance at the mirror headed
downstairs.
I noticed Jen was already on the couch with our biology books and notes,
she just smiled at me for a moment when she saw me coming down the
stairs. Before I could even get seated she started peppering me with
study questions. I knew she was trying to get me out of my own head so I
just gave her a grateful smile and started our back and forth quizzes.
This went on for about an hour and a half before her mom got home
carrying several bags, a few of them Chinese takeout. I didn?t pay
attention to the other ones since I was starving at this point. She
carried the rest of the bags to the laundry room and started a load of
laundry before she came back and started opening food boxes. During the
meal I will say that both of them did an admirable job of keeping our
conversations away from being about me. After lunch Jen and I went back
to the living room while her Mom busied herself around the house.
?How are you doing? Seriously,? she asked.
?Honestly I don?t know. I have moments where everything is fine and I?m
actually content, other times everything is bothering me,? I replied.
She smiles weakly. ?You still don?t know how to see yourself do you??
I sigh. ?No I don?t, I mean I know what I want to be, but I know
logically I?ll never be. I am female in every aspect other than my
chromosomes. Knowing it and accepting it though, I don?t know how to. If
I accept it I feel like, I?ll be letting everyone down. Even more than I
already have.? My vision starts to blur yet again from tears forming.
?STOP IT!? she almost yells. Then more softly, ?I promise you haven?t let
anyone down, other than not letting them in. Not letting me in, that hurt
Robbie. I understand why, but we?re making up for that now okay. None of
this is your fault, you know. You didn?t choose this, it just happened.
Once you start accepting that I think you will be able to move forward a
lot easier.
?Does it really matter if I accept it or not, I mean who could accept me
if I all of a sudden became a girl?? I saw her start to get really mad,
and I quickly realized my blunder. I blurt out before she can respond,
?SORRY I wasn?t thinking, I know you and your Mom do.?
She calmed down. ?I think a lot more would accept you than you think.?
Grinning evilly, she said, ?You better be glad you caught yourself there,
I was about to smack you!?
With that we both started laughing and our conversation drifted back to
more normal things, she could tell I needed a change of topic. We
continue the lighter conversation for another half an hour, before her
Mom knocked as she was opening the door.
?Hey you two, you?re going to need to start wrapping this up. Jen
remember we?re going to grandma?s this evening. I just wanted to give
Robbie the things you asked me to pick up when I was out today,? Mrs.
Cook said.
?What things?? I ask while looking suspiciously at Jen.
?Before you get all upset just check it out okay? I gave your
measurements to Mom and also she had an idea to help you hide your
boobs.? Looking up at her Mom, she also said, ?With all the excitement
this weekend I forgot about spending tomorrow with grandma, and thank you
Mom for doing this for Robbie.?
I was trying to be upset, but honestly the curiosity was getting the best
of me. She pulled several plain looking jeans out of a hamper, and some
sports bras, and a few shirts. Then she handed me this weird looking tank
top made of some strong elastic type materiel.
?This is a compression vest, its used after surgery for a patient to wear
to keep their wound from pulling apart. It?s snug and tight, but it?s
better than those ace bandages. It should work and be a lot cooler and
more comfortable. Jenifer told me about the rash and the bruises you had
from them, if you don?t mind I?d like to check it out. I just want to
make sure you haven?t done any serious damage okay.?
I just slowly nod knowing they?re just wanting to help. I strip off the
shirt and bra and turn towards Mrs. Cook. She tried to not let her
surprise show while she examined me, finally after a few minutes she just
said, ?They look healthy, the bruising doesn?t appear very deep, and the
rash is almost gone too.? She smiles and hands me the weird looking tank
top which I struggle for a minute to get on and another minute to get my
breasts adjusted and semi comfortable.
?That actually looks pretty good.? Jen smiles. ?How does it feel??
I shake my head, ?Not too bad, better than the bandages?. Looking in the
mirror I smile, I don?t see too much of the girl in the mirror. My boobs
are pretty compressed but not painfully so. Mrs. Cook then hands me a few
pairs of jeans for me to try on. Realizing that technically we all three
are female, I sigh, then slide the shorts off and slip the jeans on. They
are snug but fit really well. I look in the mirror and realize that they
give my hips and behind a noticeably female shape, but with the
compression shirt it?s not all that bad. I then grab my regular
sweatshirt and put it on, I actually look pretty good I decide. Not quite
as shapeless as I look with my baggy jeans, but wearing these honestly
just feel a lot better.
?You really didn?t have to spend all that on me Mrs. Cook, I don?t know
how I can repay you for all this.? I say with my voice starting to crack.
?Baby with all the help you?ve given Jen with her classes it?s the least
we can do okay,? she whispers while she hugs me.
I toss all the stuff she gave me, including the package of new panties
Jen handed me with a grin and my change of clothes I didn?t use and throw
them all in my backpack. Once I regain my composure we say our goodbye
and Jen walks me out to my Ghia, she gives me a hug and says, ?Hey it?s
just one step at a time okay, please just don?t stop taking steps.?
?I won?t stop trying, that?s all I can promise right now. I just want to
know how you got so smart,? I tease her.
?Well I do have a pretty good study partner,? she giggled and kissed me
on the cheek. ?See you Monday morning. Everything is going to be okay. It
might get rough at times but you?re not alone, and you will be okay. I
have faith in you.?
Once I got home Mom and Pop were doing their own thing, and the rest of
the night was pretty uneventful. I couldn?t get what Jen told me out of
my mind about taking steps, I just don?t know if I?m ready for where
those steps will lead to.
Sunday was spent mostly at church; Mom was in the choir so we stayed long
after the service was over. I?m just glad that we moved to this one, the
last church we were at made it sound like we would go to hell for
forgetting to dot our I?s and cross our t?s. I got in a light run and
some calisthenics afterwards, and spent the rest of the evening trying to
prepare for school the next morning. Between what I blurted out Friday,
what I did to the football players, and the scene in the lunchroom I was
starting to get afraid. What was scaring me the most though, that
invisible armor I have had for so long, my shield from the world was gone
and I couldn?t make it form back up for the life of me. Tomorrow I was
going to school and I was going to be more vulnerable than I have ever
felt. I cried myself to sleep that night holding Wicket for all I was
worth.
Continued in Part V.
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