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TRYING AGAIN -or- PERSEVERANCE KEEPS HONOR BRIGHT "Please, just take this form and fill it out, then go see the lady at the end of the Hall for a number. Thank you." The plastered-on smile of the pretty, young woman sitting at the reception desk was anything but welcoming. She handed Rose the form, obviously unaware that she was part of the existing cast, and turned her attention to the next person in line. She had never even glanced at John. The questionnaire was on bright pink paper indicating that John was a girl. The boys all had blue forms. Rose sat on a love seat in the waiting area and had John sit with her. Together, with Rose writing, they completed the form and, using a paper clip, attached a head shot and resume that Rita had mocked up for him, and brought the paperwork to the lady at the end of the hall, as instructed. She looked at the form and said, "Welcome, Bianca. Please step over to the wall by the tape measure and let me take a picture of you." He did. They too pk a photo with John standing in front of a tape measure that was mounted to the wall so that they could check his height later if they needed that information when casting. "Thank you. You're number twenty-six. Please go into the conference room and wait to be called. Are you her mother?" Rose nearly shouted at the girl, but, instead, just responded peevishly, "I am not. I am her sister." The woman was not about to apologize. "I see, well, family members can wait in the other conference room at the other end of the hall." Wow, this woman had no social skills whatsoever! "Ok. Thank you." She turned to John and said, "Good luck, Bebe. I love you." "Love you, too," John said quietly as Rose kissed his cheek and walked away, leaving him to join twenty-five other potential 'younger siblings' for Rose, all of which waited in the nearest conference room. Some of the fifteen and sixteen year old kids, especially the boys, looked much more mature than the younger kids, like John, but there were lots even younger than him who looked scared to death. John could see that one girl in particular, number twelve, was shaking like a leaf. She was going to freak out. John could sense it. He'd seen it happen at auditions before. He needed to help her. "Hi," he said to the girl in the very pretty yellow dress. "My name is Bebe. I like your dress." The girl took a few seconds to focus on his face. "Oh...hi... I'm Kylie. Umm... thank you... I like your dress, too." John smiled as prettily as he could. "You want to sit and talk while we wait? It's going to be a while, I think." "Oh, sure, I guess..." Within a few minutes, John had gotten Kylie to relax and, pretty soon, she was laughing along with John and telling him stories about her life. She was from Pasadena. Her mom was a chef at a local restaurant. Her step father ran a business renting dressing room trailers to the entertainment industry. She was fifteen and would be entering her sophomore year of high school that fall. Etc. John pointed out other kids who were stressing, too, and they invited those kids to join them and chit chat until they were called. Some refused, nicely, others, not so nicely, but most joined their group. By the time 'Auditioner Number One' was called, there were forty-five kids, the maximum that the casting director was going to see today, in the room and at least thirty of them were chatting with John and Kylie. As each group member was called, John and Kylie would lead their new friends in calls of 'good luck' and applause. Soon, they got a rhythm for how long each child-actor would be in the audition room. When Kylie was about to be called, she said to John, "You know, Bebe, this is, like, my twenty-something-eth audition and you have made it so much more fun than all the rest of them. Thank you." "Number Twelve," a Production Assistant called from the door. "Break a leg, Kylie!" John shouted and everyone else did the same. They all applauded as the pretty red-headed girl disappeared into the office. John and the kids who were with him continued talking about their lives and families and movies and TV, etc, until John heard them call out number twenty-five. The highest audition number in their group was number forty-one, so John said, "I'm next, guys, so I'm going to ask Darrin, who's our highest number to keep this conversation going till the end. Will you do that, Darrin?" Darrin, who was one of the older boys, but was, obviously, inexperienced at auditioning, said he would. "Great!" John smiled at the boy, making him smile, too. "Alright, since Darrin's not going to have anyone to cheer for him when he goes in, let's hear it for Darrin! Break a leg, Darrin!" They all repeated the shouts of 'break a leg' and applauded for Darrin, who gave a very shy, "Thanks, guys. Thanks, Bebe." Suddenly, the moment came, "Number Twenty-Six." John felt a pit open up in his gut as he stood and his new friends all applauded for him. He felt like the walk to where the PA waited was endless, while at the same time, he felt like he got there way too fast. "This way," the PA said as he led John into the office. "Just stand on the 'X' and do what the director tells you." John nodded. The director was reading the resume attached to John's audition sheet. When he looked up, it took a moment, but a flash of recognition went across his face and he smiled, just a little bit. "So... Bianca, is it?" he asked. "Yes, sir." John gave a slight, involuntary curtsy as he answered. John was asked a series of questions similar to those he was asked before and those that Rita had prepped him with, earlier. The first one to throw him a little off balance came from a woman who had been introduced as a programming executive at Disney. "That's a lovely dress, Bianca. Did your mother buy that for you for your audition, today?" "Oh, thank you, ma'm," John said and curtsied as he thought of an answer. "No, my sister bought me this for my middle school graduation ceremony." He actually really did like his dress with the stretchy velvet bodice and flowing, red-plaid skirt. "Oh, how lovely. When was that, Bianca?" "That was last month, ma'm. In June." "And did you do well on middle school, Bianca?" "Yes, ma'm. I was in the National Junior Honor Society, and the drama club." Both of those were true of John's middle school career, which ended six years ago. "Well, congratulations, Bianca. By the way, your sister has excellent fashion sense. Your dress is absolutely adorable." "Thank you, ma'm." Again, a little curtsy. "Bianca," the director said, with mock interest. "That's a very fancy name. Do you you have a nickname?" "Yes, sir. They call me Bebe." The Disney executive looked up quickly. "Bebe? Are you the Bebe that we've been hearing about? The one who got everyone out in the waiting area supporting each other." "Umm, I probably am, ma'm. I think I'm the only Bebe here, today." "Well, tell me, Bebe," the director continued his questions, "how is it that you seem to have managed to get everyone out there to support each other instead of being at each other's throats, as people usually are at an audition?" "Well, it wasn't EVERYONE, sir." John giggled appropriately. "Some kids are too stressed to join us, but... see, I didn't come here today to beat them. I came here to do my best and if it's what you're looking for, then great. If it's not, then one of them may have what your looking for. They're not my enemies; they're my... I can't quite think of the word. I'm sorry." "Colleagues?" the Disney woman asked. "Yes! We're colleagues; not enemies. We should be helping each other." The director held his eye brows high on his forehead. "Interesting, Bebe. That is a very refreshing attitude. You are a very wise young lady. Are you ready to read, now?" "Yes, sir." Another little curtsy. A PA handed him a copy of a script. "Starting on page sixteen," she said. "You read the part of Alex. I'm reading the part of your father. Ready?" "Yes, ma'm." "Knock it off, Alex. I didn't move here to punish you." The PA's delivery was as bland and lifeless as always. "Your grandmother and I are doing everything we can to make life normal for you." At this point, each of the other actors/actresses who'd read up to this point had lashed out at the father, but John remembered a quote from Lawrence Olivier that one of his teachers repeated over and over. 'When they expect you to shout - whisper' and that's what he did. Instead of exploding at the PA/father, he shrank back a bit and said, quietly, "I know, but it's just not fair. I don't know anyone her and..." "And what, buddy?" The script was obviously written for a father and son. "... I miss her." "Who?" the PA asked with no emotion. There was silence in the room as John drew them all in. Then he whispered, "Mom. I miss mom. I want her to come back." Quiet, sincere tears began to flow, un-beckoned. "I mean... I'm not stupid... I know she's gone, but... I don't want her to be gone." That's where the script ended, but John added, "I want her to hold me... just once more, Daddy. I miss her." There was a long silence. The the director spoke quietly, "Keep going." The PA looked surprised. "That's all there is." "Not you," the director scoffed. "Bebe. Keep going." John's head sagged and he looked as if he was broken with grief. Before he could speak, though, a man, who he'd later learn was the head writer, whispered, "Baby... I know. I'd give the world to hold your mom just one more time, too. But..." "I'm sorry, daddy. I know you miss her, too, but..." again, the most natural looking tears flowed down his cheeks, "we're all missing her so much that we're not even talking about it. I want to talk about her, daddy. I want to remember everything about her and I'm afraid that, if I don't talk about her, I'm going to forget about her and then... she'll forget about me." "Oh, no, no, baby," the writer was improvising and loving this girl, "that'll never happen. Your mom will always be here. She's a part of you... and a part of me... and your sister and your grandmother... and everyone else she ever loved, baby. And you'll always be a part of her." "I need her, daddy," John looked as if he was imploding with sobs and grief. "I need you." "Alright, enough is enough!" The Disney woman shouted as she ran around her table to hug John. "What are you trying to do to this child? You've seen enough." She held him tightly. "Are you ok, honey?" John smiled. "Yes, ma'm. I'm fine. Thank you." The director stood and applauded and the rest of the room joined him. The Disney woman wiped her eyes. "Oh, dear lord, I think forget you were acting." She stepped back and laughed at herself. "You're very good, my dear. You're VERY good." John smiled and gave another little curtsy. "Thank you, ma'm." The director came around his table, too, and threw his arms around John, squeezing and shaking him. "That's was a first for me, young lady. Ray," he said to the head writer, "how 'bout you. Did you ever have anyone riff on your script like that, before?" "Never in my life." He reached across the table and shook John's hand. "Ray Manning. I'm the head writer and you, young lady, are a force of nature." "Thank you, sir." John couldn't curtsy this time, though, because the director was still squeezing him. "According to your CV," the casting director said, knowing full well the answer, "Rita Gomez is your agent. Is she here with you?" "Yes, sir. She's here and so is my sister." "Holy cow," the casting director was flexing his acting-muscles, "I just realized! You're Rose's sister. If we cast you, we'd have real- life sisters on the show. Isn't that amazing?" "Really?" the Disney lady said. "Well, That is an interesting proposition. Tell you what, Bebe. We need to see the rest of the kids, but we've asked one other young lady to stay wait until we're done so that we can talk to her. I think we'd like you to do the same." She looked around the room. "Am I correct?" "Yes, absolutely." The director smiled and returned to his chair. "Thank you, Bebe. You were great." "Thank you, sir, ma'm. Thank you everyone!" He curtsied once more, And another PA led him down the hall to where Rose and Rita were waiting. "Ladies," the PA said, "would you come with me?" He led the three of them to another large office with four-foot high walls defining cubical areas for office workers, but no workers were there. Just empty chairs and desks. "We use this space as a set for a show that's not working here, today. Make yourself at home." "Thank you," Rita said with a businesslike coldness. "Bebe!? They asked you to stay, too?" The red haired girl hurried to hug her new friend. "Kylie! Wow! Congratulations!" He hustled down the aisle to meet her. A woman of, perhaps, forty-five appeared behind Kylie. "Mom," Kylie said, "this is Bebe. The one I was telling you about." The older woman extended her hand. "How do you do, Bebe. I understand that you helped my Kylie before the audition. Thank you, very much. This is the first time that she's ever had to wait alone before an audition. I think that the anxiety got to her a bit." John smiled. "My pleasure, ma'm." He gave another little curtsy. "Oh, my," Kylie's mother said, "such manners." She looked at Rita. "Your daughter is extremely well behaved." Rita sauntered forward with a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin on her face. "Thank you, but Bebe is my client; not my daughter. Speaking of which, who is representing your daughter?" John had not had much sleep on the plane and he had lost track of the time that they'd been waiting, as his fatigue took over. Eventually, he fell asleep on the floor with his head in Rose's lap. Ed had been texting them throughout the afternoon, as had Marilyn and Cassie, but there was nothing to tell them, yet. When the last of the readings was done, Rita had gone into the office with the production team, but she'd never come out. Finally, Ed sent a text that read, 'We have to get to the airport pretty soon. Our flight leaves at 7:30. We'll be cutting close as is. We really need to go.' Not being at all sure that she was doing the right thing, Rose knocked on the door of the room where Rita and the production team was working. A PA opened the door. "I'm sorry," Rose smiled, "but I need to speak to Ms Gomez for just a moment." Rita heard her and called over to the door. "Go ahead, honey, I know that you have a flight. I'll call if I have any news." "Ok," Rose called back and the door closed on her. "I guess we can go," she said to John, Kylie and her mom. "Rita says she'll call when she hears anything." Everyone nodded and stood, shaking off the stiffness of sitting around for so long. "Hey, Bebe," Kylie said, "what's your cell number? I'll let you know if I hear anything and you can do the same." They traded numbers and the four of them headed to the elevators. In the lobby, Ed was pacing. Having been relegated to the job of 'waiting' all day, he was extremely anxious to hear what happened. So, he was briefed all the way to the airport. "Rita said that they way we found out was very unusual," Rose told Ed. "She said that these things can take days, or weeks to resolve. So, she says we should be patient." "Patient!?" Ed had thrown his gym-duffle over his shoulder and was pulling both Rose and John's roller-carryons towards the entrance of LAX. "We don't have days or weeks, for crying out loud. They'll cancel the show if they don't replace the younger sibling. Everyone wants him, we all know we need him, so, what's the hold up? Hire him, already!" "Calm down, Ed," Rose said in a quieter voice. "You're going to upset him if you keep this up." Ed just let out an exasperated sigh as he headed for the Southwest Airlines desk. John was walking a few paces behind them, but he came to a dead stop when his text-alert sounded. "Oh, son of a bitch!" he hissed as he read Kylie's message. Neither Ed nor Rose had heard exactly what he said, but they stopped to see what the matter was. He handed them his phone and stepped aside a railing overlooking a staircase to be alone for a moment. The text was from Kylie and it read: RITA JUST CALLED! I GOT THE ROLE OF NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR'S DAUGHTER! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR HELP AND FOR INTRODUCING ME TO RITA. HAVE YOU HEARD ANYTHING YET? "Well, it's not a 'no' anyway!" Ed said, trying to stay upbeat. "It's not a 'yes' either, Ed." Rose shook her head. "Oh, I wish they'd just cast him?" They walked over to where John was leaning on the railing. "Want me to call Rita?" Rose asked. He shook his head. "It's bad enough that I'm actually desperate. I probably shouldn't COME OFF as desperate to everyone else, if I can avoid it." She nodded and rubbed his shoulder. "Want me to reply to her text?" "I'll do it." He took the phone back and wrote: CONGRATULATIONS! YOU'LL BE GREAT! NO NEWS HERE." He turned around and wiped a tear from his eye. "I seem to be really good at getting other people into roles, but I can't seem to get myself arrested. Geez... I really thought they liked me..." While Ed checked them in, Rose sent a text to Rita: ANY NEWS? JOHN HEARD GOOD NEWS FROM KYLIE. NOTHING GOOD OR BAD, Rita replied. THEY'RE STILL NOT SURE IF THEY WANT ALEX TO BE A BOY OR A GIRL. IM HAVING BREAKFAST WITH DIRECTOR AND CASTING DIRECTOR TOMORROW MORNING. I'LL BE IN TOUCH. Rose sighed and showed the text to John who shook his head. "It's just not going to happen, Rose. Twice now, all the stars were aligned, and then... nothing. I'm not getting my hopes up, anymore." "All set," Ed called. John, still in his black velvet and red plaid dress, sulked to the counter where he joined Ed, who threw an arm around him and spoke softly. "It'll be ok, man. I know it will. Let's get you on the plane so that you can get some sleep. You need to rest up for the show tomorrow night." John nodded, but just walked where he was guided without any real consciousness. Instead, his mind was sorting through the details of the audition. Maybe he shouldn't have improvised, but they seemed to like it at the time. Maybe he should have yelled when he whispered. Maybe he shouldn't have helped all those kids... but they needed help. Damnit, when would he learn to just look out for himself and say 'to hell' to everyone else? The flight was boarding when they arrived, but, because their tickets had been purchased at different times, Ed and Rose sat near the front, while John was in the very last row, next to a very pleasant, but heavy man who took up all of his own seat and an awful lot of John's, too. The man apologized for crowding John, but John just shrugged, closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless, despairing sleep. He woke as the plane began its decent. His head was resting on the upper arm of the big man next to her. "Sorry," John muttered and offered a smile. The big man smiled back and said, "Your sister came back a couple of times. She said to check your texts when you woke up." For a brief moment, John thought that he'd find a text from Rita with good news, but, instead, there were just a few from a group text with Rose and his mother. The gist of the texts was that Marilyn didn't feel comfortable driving to the the airport the next morning because heavy rain and high winds were expected. Marilyn hated crossing The Cape Canal in bad weather, the bridges are very high, so she'd arranged for an Uber driver to pick them up. "Anything important?" the man asked. "Not at all." John shook his head. The man watched John then asked, "Are you on, dear? You look upset." "I've had a rough couple of days." John attempted to smile. "Hopefully things will be better tonight." "Hopefully," the man nodded. Then he shocked John by saying, "I saw you in The Taming Of The Shrew last weekend in Brewster. You were great. I just wanted to tell you that." "Oh, well, thank you," John sputtered. "I can't believe you recognized me." The big guy chuckled. "Actually, I just thought you looked familiar when we sat down, when your sister came down the aisle, it all sort of clicked. I really enjoyed the show, though. You were VERY impressive. I didn't realize you were quite this young, though." "I'm older than I look." John sat up straighter and shook off the sleep. "Yes, your sister said you are fourteen. You looked older than that on stage, but you seem much younger than that up close." John smiled. It was seven in the morning when they landed in Providence. The Uber was waiting and they were back in Hyannis by 8:30 where Marilyn had a lovely breakfast waiting for them. "So, no one's been cast as the younger brother or sister, yet?" Both Ed and Rose said that she was correct, but John pointed out that they didn't know if anyone had been cast. They only knew that John had not been. "I'm sorry, honey." Marilyn stood behind her son as he ate his eggs. She kissed his head and rubbed his slender shoulders. "That is a very pretty dress that your friend Julia gave you, though. It certainly does make you look right for the role." "Girly, you mean?" John asked. "I've been wearing dresses for three weeks, mom. I think I've got the girly part down pat." "Younger," Marilyn said. "Oh." "Your hair, too. I love the way she curled it. It's a shame we have to straighten it for tonight." She checked her watch. "I hate to rush you, baby," she started clearing dishes, "but we do have an appointment to see that friend of Nancy's this morning. Your appointment's at eleven, so we should start getting ready, especially if you want to shower." "Oh, mom, please, let's cancel. I just got here and I have a show, tonight... this just isn't a good day for this." Marilyn put her hands on her hips and spoke with a distinct sense of being perturbed. "Bebe, you promised me... Nancy went to a lot of trouble to get this appointment set up so quickly. We are going. If you want to rinse off in the shower before we go, then you'd better do it, now, because we are leaving here in forty-five minutes." "Yes, ma'm," he sighed as he nibbled the last of his eggs and headed into the bathroom for a quick shower. THE DOCTOR -or- WE KNOW WHAT WE ARE, BUT KNOW NOT WHAT WE MAY BE "John Foley," the nurse called from the door of the waiting area. John and Marilyn stood and went in that direction. The nurse didn't react at all to John looking the way he did, but a few of the patience who were waiting raised their eyebrows. "Hi, John. This must be mom? Follow me." "Hi, John. It's very nice to meet you." Dr. Schwartz was a very attractive woman in her mid-to-late-thirties. A nurse swabbed John's arm and drew some blood as the doctor reviewed his medical record. When the nurse had everything she needed, the doctor said to her, "Tell the lab that I need the results as quickly as I can get them. Within an hour if possible." The nurse nodded and left. She ran through a series of routine examinations with John, then handed him two moderately small sample-cups. "Now," the doctor smiled reassuringly, "I know that this can be a bit embarrassing, but I need you to give me two samples. One urine sample and one sperm sample. On our questionnaire, you stated that you had no trouble getting or maintaining an erection. I assume you masturbate, correct?" He glanced at his mother, a little shocked to have to answer this question. "Yes. Sometimes." "Good. Use the lavatory down the hall on the left. There's some 'stimulation material' in there, in case you need it." The little beige sundress with embroidered flowers that he was wearing could not cover up the reddening of John's skin as he took the cups. "No need to be embarrassed, honey," Marilyn offered. "Masturbation is just a fact of life. Everyone does it." That made matters so much worse! When the door was closed, Dr Schwartz turned to Marilyn. "May I ask you a few questions, Dr Foley?" "Of course." "Has Johnny been small all of his life?" "Actually, his pediatrician thought that he'd been in the eightieth percentile for height when he was little, but by second grade, the other kids started out growing him." The doctor took notes. "And, did anyone look into why he wasn't maintaining his predicted growth pattern?" "Well, no..." "I see." She wrote some more. "Before he removed his hair, do you happen to know the approximate size and shape of his patch of public hair?" "Umm... no. I can't say that I ever looked at it..." "That's ok. Umm... how long has John been living as a woman?" "Just three weeks, I guess. He's in a show and..." "Yes, Nancy explained that. And, to your knowledge, is John sexually active?" Marilyn sighed and shrugged. "I don't think he's a virgin, if that's what your asking, but I'm not sure that it's a common thing for him to be sleeping with someone. How's that?" "Perfect, thank you, Dr Foley." John had no problem filling the cup with urine, but he was having a heck of a time with the other one. When he thought of Rose, he stiffened quickly, but the idea that he was doing this just a few feet from his mother, WHO KNEW THAT HE WAS DOING THIS, was very off-putting and it distracted him from the task at hand, so to speak. He looked at the magazines and the selection of videos that were available, but they just seemed vulgar. There were several lingerie catalogs, too, but he found himself more intrigued by how the items would fit and feel than aroused. Finally, he took out his phone and did a google search for 'lesbian erotica.' He didn't know if it would work or not, but it seemed as if he was more of a lesbian than anything else, right now. Nothing. But - a suggested search seemed interesting. It listed 'Transformation boyfriend to girl.' He clicked on it and a vast number of images appeared on the screen. Each seem fairly ordinary, but there were captions that told the stories of trans-gender fantasies in which women wanted their men to be small and weak and feminine. He read a few, and soon he was in a new fantasy - He was smaller and Rose could pick him up and carry him on her hip. She was speaking to him in a motherly lilt with sing-song inflections. When she asked questions, he just nodded answers. And she dressed him. She dressed him in lace and silk and puffy sleeves. She dressed him in ribbons and bows and sparkly jewels. She dressed him in gowns and flowers and babydoll nighties. When she'd dressed him in the frilliest dress he could imagine, she carried him on her hip and carried him through a house where Ed was coming I. The door. "Look, daddy. Look how pretty she is." Rose cooed. Ed kissed his cheek and said, "How's daddy's angel?" Causing John's imaginary self to giggle. "Prose moved on an continued with the childish inflection, "What a good girl. What a pretty, little girl. Did my little girl wet herself? Did she? Did she?" Then she laid him on a changing table and lifted his skirts. "Let me get you out of that icky diaper." And he felt her raising his feet with one hand as she removed a wet diaper and replaced it with a dry one. Just as she fastened it in place, John shot a massive amount of ejaculate into the little cup. When he regained his wits, he was panting and sweating. His skirts were up around his stomach and his panties around his ankles. "Shit," he whispered, "I just get more messed up, every single day." "I've been fighting with them all day," Rita was talking to Rose who had her on speaker phone so Ed could hear, too, "but the studio is adamant that the younger child needs to be a boy." "That makes no sense, though," Ed said. "They changed the older brother to a girl without hesitation. What difference does it make?" "Look, kids, I want John to play the role as much or more than you do, but I'm not making the decisions, here. Disney is a huge corporation and they make decisions like a huge corporation. I'm doing everything that I can." "Well," Rose jumped in, "why couldn't John play the younger brother, then? I know that Don says that Johnny's better as a girl, but he's still probably as good as, or better than, any of the boys who auditioned." "I've told them that I have another boy if they want to see him but.... Ok, here's a little lesson in the Entertainment Business. 'The squeaky wheel gets cancelled.' Right now, your show is in trouble it's not making any money, yet and it is requiring the big-wigs to pay attention to it. That's a bad position to be in, so it is in the best interests of the show to resolve this issue as quickly as possible and to do that with no more controversy. I can only offer a good option to them. I can't cast it for them. Last night, I was in that office till nearly midnight, pleading Johnny's case. This morning, I have spoken to the director, the casting director, several producers... they need to make a decision in the next day or so or that decision will be made for them by the network and you can all go back to enjoying the beach in Hyannis and hoping that a Kennedy wanders by. Are we all on the same page?" "Yes," they both said. "Good. I have to run, but don't give up hope. I'll be in touch." "Before I begin, let me say that you are not ill and nothing that I am going to say is going to change who you are. Had you not come here, today, then you would have just continued to live your life, perfectly happy, without a problem, BUT, with what we've learned from the tests, you may have a few options available to you that you didn't have before." John and Marilyn were nervous. Obviously, Dr Schwartz had found something and she was couching her words. That couldn't be good. Marilyn linked her fingers through her son's and took a deep breath as they awaited the doctor's findings. "Well, the tests are not one hundred percent conclusive, but I am wondering if any of your previous doctors ever mentioned a condition called Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome or AIS?" John and Marilyn shook their heads as the both began to tense up. "How about Klinefelter Syndrome?" the Doctor asked. "No," Marilyn gripped her son's hand firmly in hers. "I'm not familiar with either term. Is... is Johnny... sick?" The doctor smiled sympathetically. "No, Dr Foley. Not sick, but I suspect that John was born with one, or possibly both, of these genetic conditions, to one degree or another." John turned pale. "Genetic condition?" "Yes," the doctor tried to be gently, but patients were always stressed during these kinds of meetings. "We all live with genetic conditions, Johnny. Some are just more unusual than others." Her smile did nothing to relax the Foleys. "Let's start with the obvious. John is smaller than an average man of his age and he has not developed the musculature of an adult male. He does not have a pronounced Adam's apple and still retains a bit more body fat, or what we might call, baby fat, than we would expect in a twenty year old man. We're all aware of these things, correct?" Marilyn nodded her agreement, but John actually found the statement odd. Why hadn't anyone ever discussed this with him before? The doctor continued, "I will need to run a lot more tests to confirm everything, but I suspect that John was born with Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome, which, given that his is not an extreme case, would not, necessarily, have been diagnosed when he was a child, but should have been identified as puberty approached." "Ok," Marilyn glanced at John with a mixture of concern and guilt, then returned her attention to the doctor, "what, exactly, is Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome?" "If a child is entirely 'AIS,' then the baby would have normal, female genitalia, but would lack female reproductive organs. In John's case, it appears that his level of AIS is not that extreme, so he did develop his male genitalia, and that has developed to a point, however, his body has resisted testosterone enough so that there are issues with his secondary male development." "Such as?" Marilyn didn't notice the tear running down her cheek, but John did and it upset him that something about him was upsetting his mother. He sat there and listened. Scared. "Well, as your daughter, Nancy, already observed, John's hips are substantially fuller and rounder than would be expected in a man his age, or even in a boy. Also, look at John's cheeks and chin - they are much rounder than you would find in a man who experienced a normal puberty." They digested this. "And, I do have one bit of news that may be... upsetting." They waited. "John's testicular development is in keeping with a boy with AIS. They did form, but they are uncharacteristically hard and, I am sorry to say, unproductive. So, although John is able to gain an erection and maintain it through to orgasm, I am afraid that he has very few sperm in his ejaculate and those are not healthy specimen. I am sorry to inform you that John will not be able to father a child." Marilyn kissed her son's hand and looked at him with tears glistening on her cheeks. "Oh, Johnny, I'm so sorry." John was too overwhelmed to process any of this. He thought that he was a healthy guy until a few minutes ago. Sure, he was small and weaker than most, but he still thought of himself as a guy. Now... "I also suspect that, were I able to examine the area underneath his breast forms, that I would find that he started developing breasts. Delayed breast development is common in males with this level of AIS developmental issues. There are some things we can do about that, though. We can either delay or enhance the development of those if you'd like to take any action at all." John let go of his mother's hand and stood suddenly and walked to the window. He needed to leave, right now. The longer he stayed, the worse it was becoming. "I don't understand, though, Doctor," Marilyn said. "John had enough male hormones in him to grow a scruffy beard. He always looked like a boy until... well, until he started dressing as Bianca. We never saw any issues before." "That's not unusual, Doctor Foley. John has very dark hair, so any facial hair would be noticeable and you watched John develop slowly over the last two decades, so I'm sure his development looked fine to you. I am surprised that his pediatrician didn't notice anything, though..." John suddenly interrupted, "Alright, Alright! Please, just stop! We all know that I'm fucked-up, but can you answer me one vital question so that I know how I can deal with any of this?" "Of course." The Doctor was calm and smiled. "What would you like to know?" "Am I a man or a woman?" The doctor did flinch a little at this. "Technically, you are neither, John. You are, what is now known as, 'intersexed.' Your body has attributes of both sexes. It is a genetic disposition found in one out of approximately twenty-thousand people." "Geez..." He shook his head. "So, I'm not a man and I'm not a woman, but my breasts my be developing like, what, like I'm a twelve year old girl? I guess that I'm at least dressing appropriately for my biological freakishness." "Johnny..." "Mom, I need to go..." "Johnny, please..." "No, mom, now, I need to..." But before he could say another word, he vomited onto the doctor's floor. "Johnny!" Marilyn and the doctor both shot up to their feet and rushed to him, but John wretched and vomited, again, and he began crying like he'd never cried before. Marilyn guided him to the couch while the doctor grabbed a towel from an attached lavatory. When John had been cleaned up with just a few damp spots showing on his embroidered dress, the doctor and Marilyn agreed that it would be a good idea to put this conversation on hold until Monday, when, it was agreed, they would return to doctor's office at eight-thirty in the morning to complete their talk. Marilyn and John left with a handful of literature and a list of websites with information regarding AIS. The ride began in silence, then Marilyn spoke quietly, "I guess the doctor is right. You've lived with this condition for twenty years, so just knowing what to call it doesn't really change anything." John looked at her with sad eyes. "It changes EVERYTHING, mom. I'm not who I thought I was and I'll never be who I expected to be. I'll never be an actor, mom, because I'll never be a man or a woman. I'll never find a girl and get married, because I'm not man enough for a straight woman or woman enough for a lesbian. I'm done, mom, I'm just done. I need to go find a job as a cleaning lady at a hotel and get myself a cat to love me, because no one else on this shitty planet will ever love me." "Now, that's enough of that, John. Plenty of people love you..." "Because they don't know that I'm a freak, mom, but they'll find out eventually. I love, Rose, mom. I mean I LOVE her, like I've never loved anyone before. It's been hard enough to try to have her see me as a guy when I'm dressed like this. Imagine how it will be when she finds out that, not only can I never give her a child, I'm probably going to grow breasts over the next few years!" "John, just the other day, you told me that you were considering getter no breasts, so..." "Considering, mom! Thinking about it! Fantasizing! I didn't expect them to be thrown at me like this, mom! Mom, look, I used to be a man. Then I was a man playing a woman in a play. Then I was a man living as a girl in order to play a role in a play. Now... I'm not acting, mom, and I am not who or what I thought I was. Now, I don't want to be 'difficult,' but this is friggin' HUGE, mom, and I'm not really capable of processing it right now. So, please, just let me be, ok?" They drove for a few minutes more before Marilyn asked quietly, "Would you like me to call Ms Weldon and tell her that you won't be there tonight?" "No, I'm going. At least when I'm Bianca, I'm in control. I'm sick of being John or Bebe or anyone else that I can't control. At least tonight, for two and a half hours, I'll be able to control who I am." When they reached the cottage, the Tesla was gone as were Rose and Ed. John went straight into the bathroom to shower and get ready for the show. Marilyn found a note on the table. 'We went to say hello to Ed's family. We'll be back by 5:00.' Marilyn read the note through the bathroom door so that John could hear. At four-fourth-five, there was a beep outside the house and John called to his mother. "My Uber is here, mom. Bye." By the time Marilyn made it into the big room, John was in the car. As the car pulled up the street, it passed the Tesla as it pulled into her driveway. Ed and Rose got to The Heritage Plantation Museum in Sandwich as quickly as they could, but there was no sign of John, anywhere. Ed knew that John's favorite exhibit was the antique car hall, so he went there first, while Rose looked around the scenic walks. Nothing. By six-fifteen Rose and Ed were desperate, but they needed to check in for the show. As they approached the changing area, Jan and Julia were hustling out to meet them. They were only slightly surprised that Julia had made the trip east, again. "What's wrong with Bebe?" Julia asked as she reached them. "Is this all about the show? Because they haven't made a decision yet, you know." "No," Rose was very worried. "We don't know exactly what's going on, but he went to see a doctor today and his mom says he's been wound up, ever since. She's pretty shaken, too. We were out when they got back and he left before we could talk to him. He's here, though, right?" "Yes," Jan said, but she was wringing her hands. "He's here, but he's absolutely not himself. He showed up with his hair and makeup undone and I could tell he'd been crying." "Where is he?" Ed asked. "He's in the big trailer, but he asked to be left alone until 'places.' I think it might be a good idea to let him pull himself together before the show." "Ok," Ed was disappointed. He wanted to talk to his friend, to make sure he was ok. "Places, please!" the stage manager called. "Thank you, places!" Rose and Gloria called back in unison. "Do you think he'll be ok?" Gloria asked. "I don't know," Rose was flushed with concern. Ms Weldon had suggested that the understudy put on a costume and be prepared, just in case. When they reached the stage-wings, John was standing alone and quiet. Rose hustled over to him and attempted to hug him. "Oh, honey, I'm so glad you're ok." John evaded the hug. "I'm ok, Rose, I'm just not... let's just do the show, ok? I need to do the show and not talk, right now. I'm sorry." "Ok, honey. Whatever you need. Can we talk on the way home, though?" "I don't know, Rose. I'm not sure what I'm doing after the show. I'm a little... never mind. Let's just do the show." The music track and announcements came over the PA system as Rose kissed his cheek and whispered "Break a leg." It was a different show. John's energy was very different, a bit more angry than usual, but still potent and engaging. Everyone in scenes with John, which was, primarily, Rose and Ed, had a lot to work off of and audience was still enthralled. Another standing ovation at the end made them all feel good. The way that the bows had been staged, Ed and John were side by side, so when the stage went dark and everyone headed into the wings, Ed held tightly to John's hand, in spite of John's struggles to wrest it loose. "Let me go, Ed," John insisted, when they reached the backstage area. "Not on your life, pal," Ed countered as he pulled John aside. "What the hell is going on with you, buddy? Why are you so mad at me? Is this about the TV thing, 'cause I'm trying my best..." "Oh, just shut up, will you, please!?" John's tone was sharper than Ed had ever heard before. "This isn't about you, Ed. It has nothing to do with you, or Rose, of 'Shrew,' or 'Civil Disobedience,' or anything else. It's about me, this time. It's about me and how the heck I'm supposed to cope with my life now that I know what I really am!" "What you really are?..." "Come on, Ed! Let go of me and leave me alone!" "Bebe... um... Johnny, come on, talk to me..." John stopped struggling and looked his friend right in the eye. "I can't, Ed. You won't want to be with me anymore, so... just... please... let me go." Ed frowned sadly and nodded, but before letting him go, he pulled John into a warm and gentle hug. "I'm sorry that you're hurting, buddy. I'm just a phone call away when you're ready, ok?" He released his petite friend who nodded and muttered, "Thanks." Then turned and walked to the changing area. "I love you," Ed called after him. "Let me help you with that," Julia came up behind John and started unlacing the back of his gown. "Are you ok, honey?" John shrugged out of the dress. "I guess. Thanks, Julia." "Listen, sweetie, they still haven't made up their minds about the TV part, you know. As far as I know, everyone is still pulling for you." "That's nice, Julia, but that's not really what's got me messed up, right now. Sorry if I'm a pain, today, but I've got a lot going on." "Maybe we could help, if you'd tell us what's wrong." Rose's voice surprised John. He'd assumed that she'd already gotten dressed and left, but she was just stepping out of her dressing area wearing tight, faded jeans and a loose fitting, button up, sleeveless, white, lace top. John pulled off the nightgown like undergarment, revealing his lacy, white bra and panty set. "You want to know. Ok, look at me. What do you see?" Julia moved aside and left the room quietly, as Rose moved closer. "I see a beautiful guy who I love." "Wrong." John shook his head. "I found out today that I am not a guy. Seems that my whole life has been a lie." "What?" Rose was confused. "Your not really a girl, Bebe... so you're a guy who's dressing like..." "No, I'm not, Rose. The doctor told me that I've never really been a guy. It seems that my body won't ever get more guy-ish than I am right now. In fact, my hormones are working against me ever becoming a man. She told me that, over the next couple of years, my hips and butt will get bigger and I'll be growing my own set of breasts. Nice, huh?" "Well, what's wrong with that?" "What!?!? How can you say that? Rose... I love you! I want to be with you! Like, as a guy and a girl, but now, I can't. I'm always going to look like a girl!" "So what, baby? I look like a girl and I really like it! You've enjoyed looking like a girl so far... what difference does it make? I didn't fall for a buff, muscle-bound guy... I fell in love with you - Johnny - Bebe - the pretty, feminine guy who likes being my little sister on stage. What difference does it make if you stay this way?" John fell into a chair and held his head in his hands. "Rose... do you think that, maybe, we could be alone for a little while, tonight? I really need to talk to someone and my mom... well, she's my mom, you know and Ed... you know..." "Sure, baby. Let me go talk to Ed. I'll be right back." Ed, of course, was understanding and asked another cast member for a ride back to Hyannis. Before John came out, Rose sent Marilyn a text reading, 'Johnny wants to talk. We'll be a while. Maybe all night. Don't wait up. If there's a problem, I'll text.' Marilyn text back, immediately. 'Thank you. Love you all. I'm here if you need me. I don't expect to sleep much, tonight.' They ended up at The Beachcomber, a family style resort with a restaurant that stayed open late. John gave Rose a summary of the doctor's diagnosis along the way. So, as they nibbled on a shared French-dip sandwich, Rose spoke quietly and gently. She couldn't imagine how earth shaking it would be to find out that she was not entirely a woman. She understood why John was so upset, but she needed to get across to him that none of it mattered. "Listen, baby, have you enjoyed the time we've spent together?" John dunked a small part of the roast beef sandwich into the gravy cup. "More than anything! This could have been a really tough summer, but you made it great." He put the piece of dampened sandwich in his mouth and chewed. "But you haven't been a boy with me all summer, honey, so what difference does it make?" "The difference is that we were playing out a game, Rose. I was a guy who looked like a girl. Now, I'm not a guy at all and I'm going to be more of a girl. My only options are to not do anything and I'll grow small breast, so I look like a weak little man with breasts, or take female hormones and have my breasts develop more fully and I look like a woman, but I have a guy's equipment, or I take even more hormones and have the equipment removed. What would you do?" "I'd do the second one," Rose said, without hesitation. "Really? Why?" "Because it offers the most satisfactory life. Look, you like women and don't want to lose your 'dinky,' right?" "Right." "So, option three is off the table. You don't want to look like a guy with boobies, right?" "Right." "So, option one is off the table. So, unless there's a fourth option on the table that I am unaware of, option two seems to be the best to me.l "Well, I wish that I could be as glib as you, but there's also the matter of my sterility, Rose. I always envisioned being a dad. I can't father a child, now." "No, baby, you KNOW NOW that you can't father a child. You couldn't before, either. You just didn't know that. I understand how earth shaking this must be for you, honey, but I think that some of your decisions are a bit more obvious than you think. Now, if you will excuse me for a minute, I need to use the ladies room. I'll be right back." John sat there, alone, thinking about what Rose had said. If this wasn't freaking her out as much as he expected, then maybe he might be able to get on with his life. He nibbled on a French fry as he thought about what life would be like if he had actual breasts. Other than the fact that there'd be no going back to being a man, EVER, it wouldn't be all that different than the life he was living, now. "Excuse, me, young lady, can I get you, anything else?" The waiter, a handsome man in his early twenties, surprised John, waking him from his reverie. "Umm... no... no thank you. I think we're all set." He was strangely uncertain of himself in these situations, lately. When he was with kids, or doing theater-related things, he was even better than he used to be, but when dealing with grownups... adults... people his own actual age... he was increasingly unsure of himself. He thought back to the meeting with Dr Schwartz. They had spoken about him as if he wasn't even there, and he did nothing to remedy that. His biggest contribution to that meeting was to vomit. At least that did end it. "All set, Bebe." Rose appeared and offered John a hand, which he took. "I've paid the bill. Let's go to our room." "Room!? We have a room?" "We do, now. I went to the front desk instead of the ladies room. Your mom knows that we're not coming home till tomorrow." It was a typical, efficiency style hotel room on the third floor, but it did have a nice view of the ocean. As soon as they entered it, Rose undid the zipper on John's inexpensive, sage green sundress and pulled it, gently, over his head. She ran her hands over his smooth, scented skin, then kissed him aggressively. John accepted the kiss and the tongue that invaded his mouth, submissively. "I'm going to show you that there are some great things about being a girl and great things about being a boy, too, and you are lucky enough to be a little of both. You know, I was never with someone this small, before you came along. It's nice to be taken, isn't it? To let someone else be in control?" Again, she kissed him and prodded his mouth with her tongue. When the kiss broke, John smiled at her. "It is nice, but wouldn't you prefer to be the one being taken?" She smiled and shook her head just slightly. "No. Maybe there's a little bit of 'man' in me, but I like to be in control." She kissed him, again, but this time, one of her hands wandered down to his rear end and squeezed his buttock cheek. He let out a slightly surprised 'Ahh!' as her finger traced the line of his butt crack through the silk panties. Rise moved her attention to the nape of his neck and her lips and tongue went to work, sending shivers down his spine and causing him to rub the flat, front panel of his panties against her thigh. "Calm down, my sweet little girl," she breathed into his ear. "We have a long way to go." She undid the back strap of his bra and guided it free of his arms. His breasts heaved as she played with the area around and below the prosthetic. To Rose, there was nothing artificial about what she was seeing. She just saw a boy that she loved and his nipples were erect and enticing. She bent low and mouthed the nipple. He couldn't feel her lips, but the sight of her attentions excited him further. "So, underneath these, you're actually growing breasts?" "That's what the doctor tells me." "I can't wait to get my lips on your real nipples, then. You have no idea how wonderful that feels." "It feels pretty nice, now." "Yummmm." Rose looked him straight in the eye and whispered, "I wonder if you'll be able to nurse a baby? Wouldn't that be amazing? To actually produce milk for a child that you love? I child we adopt? You'd be such a good little mommy for a baby." That thought had briefly passed through John's mind earlier and had been one of the most frightening of all of his thoughts since visiting the doctor, but now that Rose was whispering it to him, it seemed erotic and wonderful. He smiled and blushed femininely at the thought of lactation. It was a new and exciting possibility. "I need you to be my little girl, right now." She ran her finger more forcefully along his bottom. "Can you do that for me?" He nodded. "Kneel down, baby." He knelt before her, his bottom on his ankles, she in her strappy, heeled sandals, jeans and tee shirt, him in just his panties. "Undo my belt and pull down my pants and panties." He knelt taller and did as she instructed, leaving him face to face with her beautifully trimmed womanhood. "Go ahead, baby. You know what to do." He began by kissing, then tonguing it, sending waves of excitement through Rose. There it was again; that feeling of power, of control, of masculinity that she felt holding his head to her as he serviced her like no man she'd ever been with. Her little man. Her little boy. Her little girl. It was all so wonderful. He looked so vulnerable and delicate in his panties and she felt so strong and powerful as she approached orgasm. "Ohhh..." she groaned as the feeling went beyond goodness and approached ecstasy. When she could take no more, she released his head and stepped back. She patted the bed, "Up here, young lady. Come on." John smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, his legs hanging freely, not reaching the floor. Rose stood in front of him and guided his back down to the mattress, leaving his legs hanging. She slipped his panties down his smooth, little legs, then ran her fingers back up to feel how silky they were. "You're so soft. So pretty. You like being pretty for me, don't you?" He smiled and nodded, excited and a bit frightened of what was about to happen. It was a big step for both of them, but the doctor had already told him that there was no way that he could get her pregnant, so... why not? She gripped his penis with one hand and began manipulating it. It rose to the occasion and soon the appendage that was so frequently tucked down and backwards in his panties, was standing excited and upright. She kissed everywhere around it, but never the penis, itself. Then she stood straight and raised his legs so that one foot rested on each of her shoulders. "Are you ready to do this?" she asked in an excited whisper. He nodded and smiled. "Are you?" She smiled and gently manipulated him into herself. Both of them let out sighs of surprise and anticipation. Rose had explored this area before using a vibrator, but this was very, very different. This was warm and soft and hard and wonderful. As she worked her way to the end of the shaft, she didn't feel, in any way, as if she'd been penetrated, but rather as if she were absorbing him. Taking him. Controlling him. For John's part, the warm, velvety feel surrounding him was new and comforting and extraordinarily exciting. He felt connect to Rose as he'd never been to anyone before. It was an overwhelming sense of 'belonging' to her. He lost track of where he ended and she began. It was soft and gentle and perfect. He looked up at her, still wearing the loose, sleeveless, button down, white lace shirt, and he whispered, "I love you." "I love you, too, little girl." She smiled as she began to move her pelvis back and forward, again. He was now, and he would always be, her little girl. If they married and had a hundred children, she would always see him as hers. He would always be her little, pretty girl, and now she was about to lay claim to him. Gradually, the movements became thrusts and the thrusts came faster and faster and more and more forcefully. John's eyes closed as he ran his hands down his breast, the feel of the nipples exciting him through his fingertips. "Does that feel nice, Bebe?" He nodded. "See, being a girl with a 'dinky' is pretty awesome, isn't it?" He nodded. "Then you'll be my little girl, then?" "I will." "You will, what?" His voice was shaking as her thrusts became urgent, making his breasts bounce on his chest. "I will be your little girl!" His voice was strained and partially grunted as his eyes opened up and he exploded into the beautiful, partially dressed woman who had conquered him. Rose was red faced and thrusting with as much speed and clamping with as pressure as she could muster. She milked every drop he had to give her, and she continued to grip him tightly when she'd stilled her movements, cherishing each involuntary twitch that still tickled deep within her. When they were each able to control their breathing and heart rate, Rose released him and took a moment in the bathroom before removing her blouse and bra and climbing into bed beside him. She extended her left arm and John cuddled into the space she'd created next to her. He rested his head on her shoulder, his left hand gently caressing her perfect, natural breasts. If he was truly honest with himself, he really did envy her breasts. They were real and warm. His... weren't. Yes, now that he'd had time to consider it, he would like to having a pair just like hers. He would be her pretty little girl. Forever.