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I wish I could say I had a destination or even that I drove around for
hours trying to work things out. Starkville just wasn't that big, after
40 minutes I had circled the town 3 times and crossed it maybe 4 and was
no better off than when I started. I had so much energy running through
me, I'm not saying I was energetic but the stress, anxiety, shame, and
anger was fueling my emotions and thoughts. They were all over the place,
and I only could think of one way to burn off that energy and maybe
think. Due to the clothes I was wearing I couldn't go to my regular
tracks or paths, as most of the people that used them knew me and my car,
it was that unique. Hell just about the entire town knew my car and whose
it was, considering my Step-Dad, Mom, Step-sister, one of my Brother-in-
laws, and myself have been driving this thing around here since 1980.
What had persuaded me to grab the clothes I had on? Tight black biker
shorts and a light blue women's tee-shirt felt like a second skin, I'm
even wearing a sports bra and not the compression vest. I kept trying to
tell myself that it was just the first things I could grab but that
didn't feel right. I felt that in my panic that my subconscious was in
the driver's seat and that's what it wanted to wear. At least that's what
I was trying not to think at least. I knew a place where I could park
where I could leave the Ghia on the college campus unnoticed, there were
also enough students at the college that no one would recognize me
running and I'll just blend in.
When I parked the little Ghia at Eckie's pond on campus I was lucky there
wasn't anyone I knew there, but I still hopped out of the car and got
some distance just in case. As I started my run I tried to just focus on
my breathing, the wind, and also not getting run over was a big one. I
think I was somewhere in the middle of my second mile when I had cleared
my head enough to start thinking a bit more clearly. First I have to
tackle the dreams, and the girl that had been taunting me in the mirror.
I knew it was my subconscious messing with me, after all with everything
else I was dealing with the thought of an imaginary girl possessing me
just wasn't a thought I could entertain.
Since it can't be a ghost girl, I just can't handle any more
complications, it has to be my subconscious. I started trying to remember
the first time I saw her in the mirror, and it hit me that it was when I
told Jen about me. My fuzzy mirror syndrome didn't kick in and I saw me,
all of me. Fuzzy mirror syndrome is something I coined what I did to cope
as my changes first started appearing, I could focus on one part but
everything else would be blurry. Seeing that girl and then that whole
evening with Jen was nice, it was one of the first pleasant moments in my
life that I've had since everything started. I felt a sense of peace I
hadn't felt in a long time. Could that be why I keep seeing her? I found
a small moment of peace and my subconscious is wanting that to continue.
I checked my time and see I'm approaching somewhere close to my 4th mile.
Okay dreams are the same type of thing, maybe they were created for the
same reason. What I saw in the last dream though, why would it make
something up like that. Could I really have turned out to be that animal?
I started pulling everything I could remember from Biology and Health
class and everything else I've read about hormones. Testosterone, I
remember, is evolutions way of helping the perpetuation of the species.
It is responsible for aggression, the need to procreate, the higher
chances of taking risks, typically the more testosterone one has the more
of a need to be an alpha male. I started picturing that guy I would
supposedly have been, he was strong, aggressive, and seemed to have sex
on the brain. Could that have overridden who I thought I really was? Then
I remembered that currently I have a higher than normal estrogen level
for a girl my age, if I had fully been male would I have had an excess of
testosterone? If all that testosterone was unchecked, I realized it could
have been very possible. It was a chilling thought, checking my time
again I noted I should be in the middle of my 6th mile.
I then started to think what estrogen was typically responsible for, more
nurturing and caring behavior, better communication skills were just a
few I could think of not counting the breasts that were currently trying
to escape from the bra. I starting thinking about my friendship with Jen
and realize that we really had become closer friends because of our long
talks, mutual consideration of each other among the big things. She never
really liked or hung around any other boys when we were younger, said
they were annoying. I then realized that even if I hadn't of turned into
that mindless bully that Jen and I probably wouldn't have become the
friends that we were. I would have just been one of those annoying boys.
I started to feel tears forming and it was strange, I was no longer
really upset. Why was I starting to cry, I mean it wasn't a strong boo
hoo type of cry? I was thankful for my friendship and closeness with her.
I couldn't bring myself to say they were tears of joy, but I definitely
wasn't sad or upset. Checking my time, I should be finishing up with my
8th mile so I headed to my car. There is something I need to see and I
can only think of one person right now who could help me see it.
About 45 minutes later I pull up and park at Jen's house, I barely make
it half way to the door when her and her Mom come rushing out to grab me
in a fierce hug.
"Oh my God Robbie we were so worried about you," Jen blurted out as she
and Mrs. Cook tried to squeeze all the air from me.
"I'm okay, what is going on? Why would you be worried?" I said trying to
get my breath back.
"Robbie, your Mom called us just a few minutes after you left this
morning. She told us what happened. That was close to 4 hours ago
sweetie, we've been thinking the worst," Mrs. Cook said to me softly.
"Oh... I didn't know what to do and I panicked," I said softly. The
memory of this morning came back to me, and what I did to upset them.
Then I took off like I did, just causing more problems. "They're going to
be so mad at me, I'm such an idiot!" The tears falling in full force by
this time.
Jen still hugging me, told me softly, "You need to call her to let her
know you're safe."
"I don't know what to say to her, she's going to be so angry with me. I
keep disappointing them," I manage to get out between sobs.
"Baby lets come inside okay, I'll give her a call and you can talk when
ready. When I get off the phone with her you can tell us why you came
here and didn't go home," Mrs. Cook said to me gently. I just nod my head
and we went inside.
When we walk in her Mom makes a beeline to their phone in the kitchen and
Jen and I head to the living room. On the way to the couch, she grabs a
box of Kleenex and we proceed to sit down with her right next to me. With
both of us still teary eyed she hands me a few and grabs a couple for her
and we start wiping our eyes.
With a small laugh she tells me, "Girl you have got to quit causing all
of these crying sessions, I don't want to be all dried up by the time I
get married," I couldn't help but laugh at that, both of us then broke
out in laughter.
"Thank you I needed that," I told her still slightly giggling and a few
tears still falling. I gently reached out and gave her hand a small
squeeze.
"You don't have to thank me for that, that's what best friends are for,"
She says then suddenly her eyes open really wide. "Robbie I just realized
what I said, I didn't mean to call you a girl. I'm sorry!"
"Shh Jen it's okay, I've pretty much accepted that fact. It's okay," I
whisper. "I don't mind it, I mean it's still kind of weird actually
hearing it, but I really don't mind."
"Really?" she asks. When I just nod she leans over and gives me a big
hug. "I'm so glad you have; I've been praying really hard the past few
days that you could. I mean, um, I just thought that until you did you
were going to be stuck in that weird limbo you've been in." We sit there
on the couch in that totally soul cleansing hug until her Mom walked in a
minute or two later and sits down.
"Okay Robbie you are going to have to talk to her soon, she's so relieved
you're safe, but she's going to need to hear from you in the next hour or
so," Mrs. Cook tells me. "So can you tell us why you came here and didn't
go home?"
"I'm still scared to face my parents after this morning, strike that I'm
terrified. I was so angry and so upset, I don't know if they can ever
forgive me for what I did," I say my voice starting to crack.
"Sweetie, when she called she told us you had a major incident, but she
was trying not to say too much. I ended up telling her that we knew
everything, about what had happened at school and then here later,"
Seeing the surprised on my face at that she quickly added, "Don't worry
she wasn't upset at you for telling us, she was actually thankful that
you had let us in. That you had someone that you were comfortable to open
up to. That's the only reason she isn't coming over right now, since you
feel comfortable enough with us she hoped you would talk to us. So baby,
why did you come here," Mrs. Cook told me gently.
For the next hour, I told them about the girl in the mirror and how she
had been haunting me, even how she appeared in my dreams. I then told
them about the guy I supposedly would have been and then my thoughts I
that I had had on my run this morning. Once I finished I just looked at
them expectantly, after a few moments Jen finally smiled and spoke.
"Robbie, I can't imagine that you could have ever been a guy like that. I
mean I understand your logic behind the possibility. Please don't take
this the wrong way, but the more that I have thought about it I realized
something. In all these years of being my friend I never once ever
thought of you as a guy." As I started to say something she continued,
"Wait let me finish okay. I am meaning that all the other boys were so
rambunctious and they were always trying to "prove" themselves by acting
tough and bossy. You were never like that, you actually talked to me and
not at me like the other boys. You cared about what I wanted to do and
you'd talk with me about anything. Now I've noticed other things, you
call your car him, every other guy I know refers to his car as her.
You've always liked to do nice things for other people, not to be
recognized but just to do them. When you cooked for us the other night
was one of those times,." She paused smiling for a few moments before
continuing. "You know, I've never had a really close girlfriend, I mean I
have girlfriends, but not a really close one that I can share everything
with. With this past week though I started to realize that I already had
one though, in you."
Mrs. Cook was smiling really proudly at her daughter, then she turned to
me and asked, "Robbie I get the feeling that you came here for more than
just to tell us all this. Is there something else that you'd need us to
help you with?"
I nodded, taking a deep breath to steel my resolve, I say, "This may
sound really strange, probably because it is. I've been fighting so hard
to be perceived and look like a boy, now that I've mostly accepted the
fact that I'm not, I need to see something. Seeing the girl in my dreams,
I know that girl is supposed to be me but imagining it in a dream is one
thing... I need to physically see it... If that makes sense."
"You want us to help you be a girl?" her mom asks. I just nod my head.
Her and Jen share a knowing look with each other, then her Mom smiles at
me and says, "I think we can help you with that sweetie."
Jen asks, "You want just a dress and makeup or do you want the whole
package?"
"Jen If you can, I need to see myself 100% female, as if I've been living
as a girl my whole life," I say softly.
Jen gives me a warm smile and tells me, "Well not much we can do about
your hair, but I think we can do the rest. We need to get started
though," She stands up and holds out her hand to me, I take it and she
helps pull me off the couch and we then head up to her room.
When we there she turns to me and asks, "I just want you to be 100% sure
of this okay."
"Jen I'm not 100% sure of anything, other than I have to see this.
Remember your talk about taking steps? This is a step I know I'll have to
eventually make, I want to get it out of the way now. I have to do this,"
I tell her, not sure if I'm trying to convince her or myself.
She tells me to strip out of everything but my panties and to sit down in
her chair at her vanity. She then grabs a pair of tweezers and starts
putting those two caterpillars over my eyes on a quick diet. I'm trying
to keep my eyes closed while she works, trying not to think about what is
happening. I mean I'm ready for this, but not fully ready. As she's
working on the second brow I open my eyes just a bit and see her face of
concentration and break out in a fit of giggles.
"What's so funny?" she demands.
Still laughing I tell her, "You looked so intense and the face you made
was just too much," I wrinkle my forehead, stick the tip of my tongue out
the corner of my mouth, and cross my eyes just a bit.
"I don't look like that," she exclaims and gives me a slap on the arm,
but at the same time she starts laughing again. Once we both recover she
orders me to close my eyes and let her finish. Several minutes she is
done and after she looks back and forth at each one to make sure they
were even she steps back and gets this surprised look. "Oh wow!," is all
she says.
"What? How bad is it?" I ask worried.
"Robbie... oh wow, I never thought that would make that much of a
difference. It's made you look..." She pauses and turns me to look at the
mirror in her vanity.
"Oh..." The look of surprise on the girl's face looking back startles me.
As I look closer and see how my brows are shaped it's made my eye's look
more open, and almost changed the whole shape of my face. I knew I never
looked masculine, androgynous at best, but with those thin feminine
eyebrows I am having a hard time seeing anything of the old me in the
mirror. Sighing I just say, "Well it's too late to stop now, what's
next?"
She just smiles and hands me the robe, "C'mon next stop is in the
bathroom." She then waits for me to put on the robe and grabs my hand and
leads me across the hall. After she closes the door she pulls the robe
off and starts inspecting my legs and arms. "Ok I haven't paid that much
attention, I'm jealous now. The hair on your legs is light and blonde,
also your armpits aren't that bad. Here use this on your legs, and you'll
need to shave your armpits." She then hands me a bottle of Nair, and a
new pink razor out from the cabinet. After reading the instructions on
the bottle I start applying it on my legs and as we wait she starts
instructing me on what bottles to use in the shower and where. She stays
in the bathroom and keeps shouting directions while I shower and shave.
Upon getting out she shows me the proper way to dry off, and with my legs
smooth they were so sensitive I appreciated the lesson. After we finished
drying me she handed me a bottle of lotion and just said, "Everywhere
pretty much."
After putting the robe back on she leads me back to her bedroom and plops
me right down at her vanity, facing me away from both her mirrors, "You
don't see anything until we're done okay?" I just nod and let her get to
work. While she starts applying my makeup she tells me what each item is
and how you use it. I do my best to listen, but I started getting a bit
scared just how far we are going with this. When she finally gets done
she steps back and appraises her handiwork she smiles and says, "You are
going to end up in trouble."
"Jen let me see!" I try to demand, but as nervous as I am it comes out
barely above a whisper.
She shakes her head. "Not until we're done remember." With that she hands
me a bra and panties which I put on and then she pulls this dress out of
her closet and I almost start to hyperventilate. It looks like the same
dress the girl was wearing in the dream. Concerned she asks, "Robbie
what's wrong?"
Taking a few deep breaths, I finally ask, "Jen where did you get that
dress... It's the one from my dream. Have I seen you wear it before or
something?"
She covered her hand over her mouth and gasped, "No you haven't, are you
sure?" I just nod. "Robbie... Mom bought this dress earlier this week. It
was supposed to be a surprise. "
"Surprise for what?" I stammer.
More softly Jen tells me, "Robbie with the steps you had made over the
past week Mom and I thought that this day was coming and we wanted to be
prepared. We just didn't think it would be this soon.
Confused I asked, "You bought it for me? You prepared for this?" I
started getting upset until she stopped me with a touch on my arm and
gentle smile.
"Robbie all we have been doing is try to help you, I promise you that.
Neither of us have tried to push any of this on you. We got this outfit
for you because we wanted this moment when it happened to be as perfect
as possible. If that is the dress you dreamed about, maybe it's a sign
from above telling you that it's okay," Grabbing a Kleenex, she started
dabbing the tears that were forming and started to fuss, "Stop that
before you ruin my masterpiece!" I couldn't help but get tickled at that.
When we quit giggling she helped me into the dress and zipped it up, it
felt like it was giving my body a soft hug wherever it touched me. "Wow
that looks amazing on you."
"Can I see now?" I ask impatiently.
"Not yet, here sit back down. Next most important part of the outfit.
Shoes!" She giggles and grabs a shoebox. "Hope these fit, I tried on your
sneakers and checked out their size figured you should be a 9 ?. Wish us
luck." With that she slid the heels on my feet. Thankfully they weren't
really high or with a really skinny heel. "These are only 2 ? inch heels
and shouldn't be too hard to walk in, I'll give you some pointers
though," She gently grabbed both hands and pulled me to my feet. I was a
little bit wobbly for a few minutes as she walked me around. After a few
minutes I felt safe enough to walk without her holding my hand, I knew I
wasn't going to be running a marathon in them or anything but I thought I
could manage.
"Ok ready for the big reveal?" I nodded still really nervous. She softly
messed up my hair some, or so I thought, moving it in different
directions. "At least you let your hair grow past that almost buzz cut
you've had," Then she turned me to face the mirror.
I don't think there are enough words to describe just how stunned and in
awe I was when I saw my reflection. I stepped closer to the mirror to get
a better look, and try to see if I could find anything left of me. My
long smooth runners legs in those heels looked amazing, the dress stopped
a few inches above my knees and it flared out just a bit. As I looked
further up I noticed the dress started fitting snug just above my hips
and hugged my body the rest of the way up. The top part of the dress was
low cut, not enough to be trashy, but just enough to be slightly sexy,
and the straps left my arms bare which just added to the whole look. Then
I started to examine my face, trying to figure out just how she had
accomplished this. The way she did my eyes and with the thin brows it
made my blue eyes just stand out and they demanded to be stared at. The
only thing I saw that was out of the ordinary was my shorter hair, but
even then, the haphazard way she styled it looked kind of like the way a
few girls at school wear theirs.
I had no idea how long I just stared and admired the girl in the mirror,
then it totally clicked, that girl was me. I was finally drawn out of my
trance when I felt Jen move behind me and start putting her arms over my
head. She dropped what looked like a locket around my neck and fastened
it. "I thought this was appropriate, and I hope you like it," As I looked
in the mirror it rested right where my cleavage started, it was half of a
heart with a jagged edge where the middle should be and the words Best
etched in it.
"It looks like half a heart, where is the other part?" I asked.
Slowly she pulls her necklace out of her shirt and it's a perfect match
to what I'm wearing but etched in hers is the word Friends. I immediately
get choked up and just grab her in a hug and whisper, "Forever and ever."
She just squeezes me back just as hard and we stay that way for a while
before she finally breaks the hug and steps back.
"God those shoes make you so tall!! I feel the need to wear my heels so I
don't feel like a munchkin next to you." She giggles and that sets us
both off laughing. Then she asks, "You ready to show Mom? I think she
will be really pleased," I nod and after she fixes our our makeup, we
head downstairs, I'm having to hold onto the railing just so I don't fall
and break my neck.
I'm not going to lie, once I got to the bottom of the stairs wearing
those heels I felt like I had just accomplished something like scaling
Everest. As we got to the living room Mrs. Cook came out of the kitchen
and gave me this huge smile.
"Baby you look absolutely stunning! How are you feeling?" she asks me as
she comes up to give me a hug.
"I think I'm doing pretty good, it's all so... so... overwhelming? I
think that's the best word for what I'm feeling. I don't know how I can
ever thank you both enough for this," I whisper to her feeling my eyes
start to water up yet again.
"Robbie, you just did. Look you've been a friend of Jen's for so long you
are part of this family too. I'm just glad we could help," she says
looking like she's about to cry as well.
Then I hear a very familiar voice coming from the kitchen, "Robbie? Oh my
god! You are beautiful!!"
Turning towards the kitchen I see my Mom, and she has both of her hands
holding over her mouth in surprise. Immediately panic hits me and I start
to turn to flee up the stairs and Jen and her Mom both grab me to stop
me. I cry, "Please let me go!!"
Mom immediately takes that chance to rush to me and envelop me in a hug,
"Sweetie it's okay, please don't run away from me again. Please!!" she
sobbed.
"Mom I'm so sorry I never meant for any of this to happen," I manage to
get out between sobs.
"It's not your fault, why are you apologizing?" she asked.
"Mom... You wanted me to be a boy, and I've tried so hard to be the son
you wanted!! It's been killing me hiding this from you, please don't be
upset with me anymore," I beg her.
"Upset? Why do you think we're upset? Baby we've been scared for you."
She pulls back some so she could look up into my tear streaked eyes.
"Mom!! I remember when you both got the results of my tests... I saw how
ashamed you were..." I sobbed and couldn't look in her eyes.
"Baby we were never ashamed of you, EVER!!" she blurted out. "We were
scared. We were afraid FOR you. We couldn't imagine how you would handle
this, and we didn't know what we could do to help. None of the therapists
around here wanted to try to give us any help, they had never dealt with
anything like this before. We just tried to be there and let you find
your way, but you never let us know how much you had changed. We didn't
know and I'm so so sorry baby. We just didn't know what to do."
"You mean all this time... All this time you weren't ashamed? Or upset?
Oh my god Mom I'm so sorry. I didn't know," I say.
"I'm sorry you thought we were upset with you, or even worse ashamed. I'm
so sorry for failing you!!" she says while shaking from her own cry.
It hit me at that point. My mom and Step-dad weren't ashamed or angry
with me, all the shame I had felt I had heaped on myself. My inability to
open up with my own mother had caused me so much pain and in my
depression I had been hurting others indirectly. I look down at my
mother, and through my tears I smile at her and tell her, "Mom you
haven't failed me... You're here..." She immediately closed in for
another long hug, we just sat there and cried, no longer a sad cry, on
each other's shoulders. Well her on my shoulders and me on the top of her
head.
As we started to stop crying I look up at Jen and her mom, Mrs. Cook had
her arm around Jen's shoulders and it looks like they've both been crying
as well.
I look directly at Jen and silently mouth the words, Now it's perfect.
Okay I will continue continuing this in Part VII
First of I want to thank everyone for the kind comments and am glad you
are enjoying this story. Some have commented on how realistic this seems,
I do want to let you know this is fiction. For the most part. I've based
this story on a wish I had made as a 12 year old boy that if God would
make me a girl my life would be perfect. While I eventually got my wish
at a much older age and It was with a doctors help, but hey a lot of
doctors have a god complex right? HAH. Anyway something triggered the
memory of that "wish" and I'll say my experience (and not age, we just
won't go there) started thinking would things really have been perfect.
Then over the past several months my mind has written this story out
until it came to a point where I felt the need to write it out. After a
long talk with an intersexed lady I found while our journey was different
our struggles were very similar, that is what triggered me remembering
that wish.
I wanted to write a story that first was plausible, secondly was kept
true to life as possible, thirdly that it would express all the highs and
lows of a journey of this magnitude. Several of the "events" early on in
the story were pulled from different stages of my own journey, just
modified to fit the character of Robbie, I did this so the emotions would
"feel" real. Also many of the characters in the story are based off of
real people that I've had in my life, I've just tried to write them as
close to their personality as possible.
Hopefully this will let someone that reads this know that they aren't
alone out there.
Anyway thanks again for reading and I hope you do enjoy it,
Rebecca Jane.
Barbie
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