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Leaving Jen's house my good mood left quickly, I started to think how it
made me feel to have to leave. I was starting to feel like I was becoming
part of something spending time with the girls, but just as quickly I was
reminded I was still an outsider. I might always be an outsider once
everyone knows. My mood just kept falling and by the time I walked in the
door, Mom immediately noticed something was wrong. I guess it was true
how everyone tells me just how expressive my face is.
"Sweetie what's wrong?" she asked pretty concerned. After all that has
come out the past few weeks, I've noticed her keeping a much closer eye
on me and my moods. I told her to let me get out of my compression vest
first and I'll be right back. A few minutes later I come back into the
living room dressed in one of my sleep shirts that Jen had given me, it
was a dark purple color and came down to just above my knees. I sat down
on the couch tucking my legs up under me, which my mom noticed and I
caught her smiling.
"What are you grinning at?" I asked. With her, there was no way of
knowing exactly what to suspect.
"Just the way you are sitting, at times it looks like you've always been
a girl is all. Maybe its just the imagination of an old woman. Who knows?
Seriously what was bothering you when you came in?" She asked
I shrugged, "Tonight was really fun, even studying with the Jen and all
the girls. Even with them putting me to work cooking, I enjoyed spending
time with them and when I was told to go since it was "officially" the
sleep over and no boys were allowed, I really, really didn't want to
leave. A very large part of me wanted to blurt out the truth, just so I
could stay with them. I know it wouldn't be that easy... I wish it was
though."
"How do you think the other girls will respond when you do decide to tell
them?" she asked.
"Honestly I don't know... I mean I hope they would accept me as easily as
Jen, I guess that's her point in having me try to become close friends
with them. I understand that... It's just so hard right now... Moments
like now there is a a part of me that wishes I could just go back to the
way I was a few week ago." I start whimpering.
Getting up and coming to sit next to me on the couch she says, "No baby I
don't think you mean that. Just look how far you've come in just a few
weeks." She puts her arms around me in a hug.
"But then at least I wouldn't be hurting like this," I say as I lean into
her shoulder crying.
"I know it feels that way now sweetie, but you were hurting so much worse
before. You just couldn't see it, those that love you could though.," She
whispers and she holds me while I let my frustrations out. We sit like
that for a while until she tucks me in bed. She simply said as she was
closing my door, "This too shall pass, I promise."
I got up early the next morning so I could go on my normal Saturday
morning run before the "event" Jen and our moms had planned for the day.
I spent at least twenty minutes just staring into the mirror comparing my
reflection to a picture of me from a year ago. I was trying to see what
had changed, other than my eyebrows. I was having a hard time seeing the
boy I thought I had been, even in the older picture. Finally, I finished
getting ready and headed out, borrowing Mom's car. We had decided that
since my run on campus the other day, it would be good for me to keep
running there where people wouldn't be likely to recognize me. I was
having more and more of an aversion to my compression vest and honestly I
was preferring to keep my breasts in a sports bra than smashed down... My
car, the Ghia, while a cool little car, it was the only one like it I've
seen since we've lived here. Mom's white Taurus though was a dime a dozen
and if she didn't need it I would take it for my runs. I quickly found
that I enjoyed running around campus than my normal tracks, since I
didn't have to try to keep my Robbie disguise up. It was strange that the
person that I thought I had always been was starting to feel like that,
simply a disguise.
I had a good run though, I found that I had quit pushing myself so hard
and my runs were becoming more and more enjoyable... The thought that I
have had to push myself so hard so I could "punish" my body for its
betrayal wasn't quite there as much anymore. The only thing that was new
I was having to deal with was the guys that would see me and try to keep
up so they could "chat" with the short haired girl with the hot body. The
first time it had happened it had freaked me out a lot, I was so panicked
I just took off in a full sprint and left the guy in my dust. So far its
happened several times during each run, and I got less and less surprised
and realized I could make it a game. I've heard just what guys actually
say behind women's backs having grown up on that side of the gender
divide so I thought maybe I could get a little revenge for my new gender.
Today was going to be no different as this really muscular guy was trying
fairly hard to gain on me. I didn't realize it at first, but I actually
slowed my stride just a tiny bit to make it easier for him to catch up.
Like I said, this has become almost a game to me. I knew what I looked
like, and I knew that guys were going to respond, so why not make it into
a game. It made sense to me at the time at least.
"Hey what's the hurry there sweetheart? Are you new around campus? I
haven't seen you running around here before," the new guy asks, slightly
winded already, when he catches up with me finally.
"No, I'm not new," I say flashing him a quick smile, "I'm from Starkville
I just started running on campus though. The scenery is much better than
the tracks I've been running on." I knew what I meant, but he didn't
obviously. He grinned and tried to puff up his chest a bit showing off. I
adjusted my stride to get about 5 more paces a minute, he adjusted to
keep up but it was minor enough I don't think he noticed.
"I'm a senior here in engineering, name's Bill." He smiled at me and
tried to stick his hand out to shake mine, it was kinda creepy and goofy
at the same time. I just looked at his hand and giggled.
Since I couldn't tell him my legal name at the moment I say, "Rebecca,
and I'm just a lowly sophomore." I step it up a few more paces a minute,
smiling at him. He was a big guy and I know he was already struggling to
keep the pace, but I just wanted to see how far he would push himself. I
was trying to keep from laughing, but couldn't hide my amusement which
I'm pretty sure he mistook my smiling at him.
Really starting to sound winded he pants out, "Rebecca you didn't tell me
what you're majoring in?"
"I know I didn't." I barely get out; I'm getting so tickled.
"Hey why don't we meet up later tonight, maybe have some drinks and
dinner?" He barely gets out between his heavy panting. He's also starting
to slow down; I knew all that mass couldn't keep up for long.
I spin around and run backwards for a second and say giggling, "Maybe
when I told you I was a sophomore I should have elaborated, in High
School." He stops, looking stunned and trying to catch his breath. "Bye,
Bye Bill, it was nice running with you." I spun around and didn't look
back. That was just too damned easy.
When I pulled in the carport I saw Mrs. Cook's car, crap they got here
earlier than expected. Walking in the door I immediately started getting
fussed at by three women at once, still tickled from my experience on the
run this morning I couldn't help but laugh when I said I would rush in
the shower. Fifteen minutes later I was drying off in the shower and in
my room and had barely got my panties on when Jen burst into my room.
"Was you run that fun this morning?" She asked trying to figure out why I
was still amused. I told her the quick version of the game I have started
playing on my runs. "So you're having that much fun flirting with guys?"
Stunned at that last question I stammer out, "But, but... I'm not
flirting, it's just a game! They are going to try to hit on me no matter
what, I thought instead of running from them like they were an axe
murderer like I did that first guy; that I should try to "play the part"
you know. It's just a game..." I drift off starting to wonder. Am I
flirting? That's what the guys think, I know.
"Rebecca!" She all but shouts pulling me out of my thoughts. "There you
are I called you Robbie three or four times with no response. Hmm, well
whatever you are doing just promise me that you will be careful. Some
guys might have a hard time taking no for an answer."
I couldn't help but laugh at that. "Not much they could do about it, so
for the meatheads that have tried could barely keep pace for ? of a mile
and I was taking it slow. They couldn't catch me if they wanted to."
"Well maybe not, but just be careful." With that she started handing me
an outfit. "Remember the deal for today, you are and will be Rebecca so
you can start trying to act and respond like a girl would. That means you
will dress and act the part.," she grins evilly.
"Yes mother," I sarcastically reply. I am not looking forward to this,
I'm regretting that I agreed to today. Our plan is to take "Rebecca"
shopping for most of the day, including dinner before we come back home.
Since we couldn't do it here without someone probably recognizing me with
Mom, we are headed to The Galleria in Birmingham. It's almost a three-
hour drive so that's why we were planning to leave at around 10AM.
Resigned I put on the capris, with the sleeveless top cut just low enough
to show off some cleavage and my locket. After another twenty-five
minutes of Jen putting makeup on me we are loaded up in her Mom's car and
headed out almost an hour and a half earlier than I had expected. It's
going to be a long day.
The drive was actually fun; I'm glad Mrs. Cook is driving her car and not
Mom. Look, I love my Mom to death but there is only so much I can take of
the Rogers and Hammerstein's musicals she has on cassettes and will
eventually wear out. We laugh and joke most of the trip, my first public
outing, outside of my exercising, occurs in Tuscaloosa where we make a
pit stop. Some guy close to our age comes up and starts trying to talk to
me while we were in line to get our drinks. My first reaction was to run
away; Jen wouldn't let me. I don't even remember to this day if I gave
him an intelligent response I was so horrified. The rest of the trip was
spent with all three of them trying to get me out of the funk that
encounter put me in.
When we finally got to the mall, I was in a bit better mood and I had
resigned myself to play this just like the same game I played when
running. I could do this. Another purpose to this trip was to get me
fully fitted for some bras and not just wear ones we "guessed" would be a
decent fit. At first I was horrified, but then the curiosity I had felt
shopping with mom for jeans last week had started to pique up. Then I
started to at least not have a horrible time, then we broke for lunch at
the food court. Jen wanted to sit by ourselves away from our moms, I
thought so we could have a private conversation, which was partly true.
What she didn't let me know though, was that there were two guys that had
been talking with her while I was stuck in the fitting rooms. While her
and I were talking about how the day had gone so far, these two guys show
up asking if they could sit with us. Before I could do anything from the
surprise though she agreed, the taller of the two sitting next to me and
smiling profusely.
"Hi I'm Trey," he says smiling and reaching out to shake my hand. Stunned
I can barely say my name and letting him taking my hand in his. "Hi
Rebecca, it's a pleasure to meet you. Hope you don't mind but we were
talking to Jen earlier and she said to meet y'all here."
Glaring at Jen I said, "That was really nice of her, wish she would have
let me know." Starting to get over my shock I remembered it's just a
game, the guys are playing their own game anyway. "Sorry Trey, you two
just caught me off guard is all. So, what are you guys doing out at the
mall today." I flash the best most amazing smile I could at him, one I'd
actually started practiced it in the mirror before going on my runs. I
could see that for a second my turnabout surprised him, but he recovered
quickly. The way Jen was looking at me, she was having a harder time
recovering than Trey. I couldn't help but giggle at her, silly Trey
thought I was giggling at a lame joke he told. I actually realized that I
was sort of having fun, I mean I wasn't the least bit interested in
either of the two guys but it was fun interacting with them.
The rest of the lunch went along well, after Jen got over the shock of my
sudden change in personality she started having fun too. Occasionally I
would notice her give me an odd look over something I said or did,
finally our Moms came to our rescue and we had to go back to shopping. We
said our goodbyes to the boys and they quickly handed us their numbers on
a napkin, I just giggled and stuck it in my purse when we walked away.
Jen whispered to me that we have to talk when we get home.
Rest of the afternoon actually went pretty well overall, I got several
outfits I can wear when I'm ready for a Rebecca outing, and we even had a
nice dinner at Red Lobster in Tuscaloosa on our way home. I almost felt
sorry for our poor server, I had forgotten to quit playing the "game" so
to speak. Of course, I really enjoyed all the looks of surprise I kept
getting from both our Mom's and Jen. It was too late for Jen to have a
talk with me when we finally got home, she promised to come over tomorrow
after church though.
Mom came in to tuck me in after I was able to get all my makeup off of
me, I started thinking I'm too old for her to be doing this but honestly
I didn't mind. I had missed this closeness we had had from before and
wasn't ready for her to stop doing it..
"I'm proud of you for today. As the day progressed you started opening up
and honey it was amazing to watch you start to blossom.," She smiled,
while she wasn't crying I could see how her eyes were glistening though
that she wasn't far from it.
"Mom, I won't lie. I was scared to death at first, then I started
treating it like a game. I was trying to see just how much like a girl I
could act, I was mostly starting it to mess with those two boys...," I
trailed off thinking for a minute. "Then towards the end of the day I was
having a hard time turning the act off. Thank you for talking me into
today, it was a really good day. I love you Mom." I finished while I
hugged her.
"Baby I'm starting to think that just maybe it wasn't an act at all...
Guess we will have to see how things keep going okay. Sweet dreams baby
girl, I love you too." She left and turned off the lights and before I
knew it I was out like a light.
The next morning, I got up with every intention of going to church, but
after my shower and starting to get dressed I got to the point of putting
the vest on and I started to get really depressed. Mom came in to check
on me and found me sitting on my bed sobbing. I had my jeans on and was
holding the vest, I just couldn't bring myself to put in on.
"Baby what's wrong?" she immediately sat down trying to console me.
"Mom..." I managed between sobs. "I just can't do it this morning. I
don't want to wear this thing." I all but shouted and threw the damned
thing across my room. Which only caused me to start up my tears in full
force.
"Baby... I don't know what to tell you, I'm willing to give taking
Rebecca to church a chance if you want to," she says carefully.
That totally surprised me, I started to look up at her hopefully but then
I realized the problems it would cause if we did that before we were all
ready. "Thank you for that, but no. Can I just stay at home today?
Please! I need to work on getting my mind back in the right place for
school tomorrow, it's just too early to do that just yet." I told her,
not wanting to believe my own words but I was trying to.
After church Jen caught a ride home with my parents and they found me out
in the back yard working on the Ghia. My window regulators had finally
come in so I was installing them so I could finally retire those vise
grips I had to use to roll my windows down back to the tool box. I had
already finished my passenger side and was working on the drivers when
Jen came out back.
"Hey how are you doing? Your Mom told me what happened this morning, I
was just a bit worried when I didn't see you with them at church." She
asked sitting down in the passenger seat.
I think I'm doing okay, well better than I was this morning. Maybe coming
out here doing something manly is helping," I joked.
She laughed telling me, "Sorry to disappoint you but with those boobs
sticking out of that tank top you are going to be hard pressed to do
anything remotely manly."
Joining her in her laughter, I responded, "That is probably a true
statement, but that's why I brought this thing back here so no one would
see me. This morning was just really hard after what all happened
yesterday." She just nodded.
I proceeded to tell her what I had told mom, about how the act started
feeling too normal. We talked about yesterday and everything that had
happened while I finished putting my door back together. We talked for
several hours until her mom showed up to pick her up. We hugged and I
told her I'd see her in Biology tomorrow, well then I corrected myself.
Robbie will see her there.
Later that evening while we were eating dinner, Pop cleared his throat
and told me, "Rob... I mean Rebecca." He started to smile at me. "I'm
guessing that we need to revisit the deal with that car."
"Huh what do you mean?" I said surprised.
"Well now that you've started, to well, umm.... Be who you are." I could
tell he was having a hard time getting it out but he continued, "I was
thinking that maybe we could see about getting you a newer car and
finally get rid of the Ghia.
For a second I was excited, I mean a new car. Well new to me at least.
"Really!!" I said excitedly, but just as quickly I started to think about
the history of that old VW. My look of excitement completely disappeared.
I mean that old car has been in the family longer that I have been, I
mean my Dad had bought it right before they found out I was on the way.
He had gotten it for next to nothing due to it had already been wrecked.
By the time he had gotten it drivable I was almost ready to start
walking. I vaguely remember "helping" him when he worked on it handing
him tools and stuff like that. I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it.
Seeing my downcast face Pop said, "What's wrong? I thought you would be
happy with something different."
"Pop, thank you for the offer, but I can't get rid of it. It was Dad's."
That's all I could get out.
Nodding in realization he told me, "I understand, but instead of you
doing all the work maybe we can start taking it somewhere to get it fixed
up."
"I'd rather not, could we just keep the agreement we had. I like working
on it, I'm good at it. Besides I feel closer to Dad when I'm tinkering on
it." I said softly, wiping some tears that had formed.
He sadly smiled, "You know you are so much like him, even with, umm,
everything you've been going through. I see him in you all the time. I
understand why you want to keep the agreement the way it is, but I will
have to change it some. If you can get all the prep work done on it by
summer I'll pay to have it painted for you before you, and I mean the
real you, goes back for your junior year."
Excitedly I jumped out of my seat, "Really!!!" That would be awesome!!"
Before thinking about how we weren't exactly into expressing emotions
with each other, I leaned in and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the
cheek. "Thank you Pop, I'll get it ready. I promise" I could feel my new
tears running down my cheeks.
"I know you will honey. I do know one thing. Robert would be so proud of
you," he told me softly while I hugged him. "Because I know just how
proud I am." Then he kissed me on the cheek and Mom came over and joined
in the family hug.
Later that night I was lying in bed after being tucked in by Mom and Pop
this time and all I could think of was how lucky I was. Not that I became
a girl, but for the people who I had who were close to me. I'd never have
made it this far without them. To keep from letting them down and
disrupting all the plans we've made I do have to do one thing. Tomorrow
is Monday and I, well Robbie, has to go to school. It's time for me to
get my game face on.
Continued in part 9.
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