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The Swan and The Butterfly (Part II)
Monday morning was decision time of Alex. He stood there contemplating
what to wear, and in the end chose his boy clothes, but he kept his
cotton panties on under them. By this time, he hadn't even done it as a
conscious decision, they were his underwear and they were comfortable.
He came down stairs for breakfast. His brother was eating and
consciously ignoring him. His mother turned to greet him and for a
split second he could tell she was slightly disappointed he'd chosen to
wear boy clothes to school, but she was still her usual perkiness as she
said, "Good Morning sweetie. Did you sleep well?" as she passed him the
cereal box and milk.
"Yeah," was all he could muster, not being the "morning person" his
mother was.
"I see you decided to wait? You just going to be 'Alexis' on weekends?"
Tom looked up, at this. Maybe, this craziness was just a passing thing.
Momentarily forgetting the woman who raised him as her son was not what
she'd seemed.
"For now mom," Alex said pouring milk into the bowl. "I don't think I'm
ready to go full time, I still have a lot to learn."
"True," Ann acknowledged. "I promised to allow you to go at your own
pace. This is your journey Dear. We will go with you, but you are the
leader. Honestly, I think it's probably better." Glancing up at the
clock, she decided to let the deeper conversations go until later. "For
now, finish your breakfast or you'll be late for school."
Tommy finished and wiped his mouth as he got up and left without a word.
Jack was just coming into the kitchen. "Hey!" Jack said, as Tommy
pushed past him. Jack looked at Ann who shrugged. Jack leaned in to
kiss his wife, and accept the coffee mug she handed him. The morning
routine at the O'Donnell house.
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Alexis fidgeted in her seat. She was sitting with her mother in the
principal's office. She wore a gray and blue stripped sweater dress
over blue leggings. It was her first time completely dressed at school
even though they were meeting after school hours if felt strange to be
so public. In the month that had passed since she was discovered by her
mother she's slowly presented herself in school in a more feminine way.
Her mother had recommended it. The gradual change was easier for Alexis
to deal with but it didn't go unnoticed by her classmates or teachers.
Alexis was happy. She'd wanted this for a long time; only fear had kept
her from telling the world. She'd wanted to scream sometimes, but kept
it bottled up. Now she felt at ease with herself.
But Alexis was getting teased, and now she wanted to come out in the
open at school so that maybe the school administration would protect
her. At first things had been ok. The kids for the most part were good
to her, particularly the girls. But once they'd gone home and told
their parents, friends Alexis thought she had made become cruel. So
here she was, with a purple bow in her hair, and a touch of lip gloss
explaining to Mr. Humphrey. Alexis sat with her legs crossed at the
knee like her mother taught her, but could not stop playing with the hem
of her dress, as her mother explained to the Principal. He looked rather
skeptical.
"Alex, is this your decision?" Mr. Humphrey asked.
Alexis looked at the floor. "Yes," she whispered.
"Alexis, please don't mumble," Ann reminded her.
Alexis looked at her mother. "I'm nervous," she complained. Ann nodded
in sympathy. Then Alexis sat up straight and restated, "Yes, Mr.
Humphrey, I want this. I want everyone to call me Alexis from now on
too." She actually did feel better just saying it officially and
correcting Mr. Humphrey. She turned to her Mom and smiled. Ann smiled
back and rubbed her back in support and pride.
Mr. Humphrey shrugged. "OK. Alexis. If this is what you want the school
can support you." Then addressing Ann, he continued, "Accommodations
will be made for the gym and the bathroom. For now I think you'll agree
its best she not use the girls locker or restroom."
"Well she isn't going to use the boy's room!"
"No, I'm not suggesting that. But we have other facilities."
Ann was suspicious. But Mr. Humphrey continued.
"Look, if this is just a phase, as you acknowledge, I can't justify to
other parents having Alexis in with the girls. Should she," he said
gesturing to Alexis, "choose to make this permanent, say next year, then
I will be willing to entertain granting her access to the girls'
restrooms and locker room."
"I don't want her to be ostracized any more than she will be," Ann
protested.
"I have a responsibility to other parents as well Mrs. O'Donnell."
Ann thought about it, and looked at Alexis. "What do you think,
sweetie?"
"I'm ok Mom. I don't want anyone, boys or girls, to see me changing."
Ann admitted to herself that that was reasonable, and acquiesced.
"Now, Alexis," Mr. Humphrey said turning to her, "this isn't going to be
easy. I can't control the kids all the time. You are in for some
teasing at the very least, I'm sure. But I promise you have the support
of my office so let me know if you have trouble. Ok?"
Alexis nodded and smiled. Mr. Humphrey smiled with a lot of empathy,
knowing she was in for a rough ride.
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Alexis sat in the car, more frightened than she'd ever been. This was
the first day of school for Alexis. She was officially "out" as her
mother said. Her hair was held back with a headband with a lilac bow.
She wore a peach floral print dress with a lilac sweater, black leggings
and her purple flats. Her backpack weighted a ton, and she felt it
pressing her into the car seat and consuming her.
Maybe she should delay this. Maybe this was a mistake. No, she was a
girl, and other people would just have to get used to that. I wasn't
her problem if they couldn't handle it.
"Honey?" Ann said cautiously. "It's time to go."
Alexis, watched the other children heading to school. She faced her
mother and leaned over to give her a big hug. "I know. Bye Mom!" she
said with a cheer in her voice that surprised even her. She decided if
she felt scared, she'd fake it.
Ann hugged Alexis and silently prayed. "Please take care of this young
one. May she find a friend and avoid the problems I experienced." She
was utterly shocked at the nonchalant goodbye. Alexis fairly skipped up
the walk to the school.
There were no stares as she walked to the building, but she felt like
every eye was on her. The kids were too actually too busy in their own
worlds to notice another girl heading into school. In her homeroom
however, there were immediate whispers and giggles. Alexis' palms were
sweaty as she headed to her customary seat. This time there were stares
and she slip into her seat, and wished very much that it was a cave to
hide in. She did sit up straight and looked straight ahead.
Shortly after the bell rang, Ms. Stanhope stood up, and got the classes
attention. "Class, you may have noticed Alexis is with us in class
today." Alexis was in the process of standing up when Ms. Stanhope
continued, "She needs no introduction, because she has been with us all
year. Nothing has changed but the clothes Alexis wears, and she asks
that you call her with the proper pronouns. 'She, and her.'" She
nodded to Alexis to sit back down. There were some murmurs in the class
but nothing Alexis could hear. Tracy Ashcroft turned and waved to
Alexis, and Alexis shyly waved back.
It was surprisingly, undramatic. The lessons started, and the class
moved on. The next hurdle was lunch. It seemed like half the school
was in the lunchroom when Alexis arrived. She'd stopped in the Nurse's
office for a bathroom break and to get acquainted with the school nurse,
who questioned her about the injections she was contemplating. The
Nurse's office was the compromise she'd agreed to. For now, she was ok
with it, because she really didn't want the girls to gawk at her when
she went in. She feared being bullied into showing them, and she really
would rather have the privacy.
She waded into the jungle of middle school lunch. Looking for a place
to sit where she could read, but Tracy Ashcroft waved her over. Tracy
was one of the popular girls, Alexis was shocked. She pointed to
herself and mouthed, "Me?" to her and Tracy nodded. Alexis looked
around and decided that sitting with the popular girls was better than
eating alone.
"Alexis, your dress is so cute."
"Uh, thanks," she replied shyly.
"We were just saying how much fun it will be to teach you how to be a
girl."
"Ah, well, my Mom's doing that," Alexis countered.
"Ugh, she's old. You need to catch up with girls your age," Tracy said
reasonably. The other girls around the table nodded in agreement.
Alexis had found some friends already, maybe Mom doesn't understand how
things have changed, this wasn't going badly at all.
Lunch passed too quickly, and Alexis enjoyed being with one of the girls
in the cool clique.
Heading back to class she saw some boys taunting Peyton Johnson. Peyton
was even more effeminate than Alexis, if that were possible, she
thought. Peyton had all the stereotypes Alexis had feared to show when
she was in boymode. He'd always gestured softly with his hands when he
spoke and touched people gently to get their attention. He was soft
spoken and had a breathy lispy way of speaking the boys said was gay.
Alexis was with the popular girls and so slipped by without them
noticing her.
Alexis studiously ignored Peyton's plight. He wanted to fight back
Alexis was sure of that, but that would have only encouraged them even
more. Sweat beaded on his brow, when a teacher finally stepped in and
yelled, "knock it off!" to disperse the bullies. What if that had been
me? Alexis thought to herself and dismissed the thought to rejoin the
girls' conversation.
By the time Alexis got home from school, she felt pretty good about her
first day. Ann picked her up and she practically bounded into seat.
Alexis was a veritable chatterbox telling Ann all about her day, she
left out the uncomfortable episode with Peyton. But she couldn't say
enough about her new friends. Ann was feeling relieved. Maybe she
misjudged people, it was a long time since she was a kid. They do seem
to be less uptight about differences. She wondered.
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A month later, Ann got a call from the school nurse. Alexis needed to
be picked up. Ann drive to the school, remembering how all this
started. But so far things had been good. Her grades had improved, she
had friends. Alexis had blossomed into a happy young girl. But that's
not the girl who greeted Ann as she pulled up. Alexis ran to the car
and hurled he backpack into the seat. She was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Honey? What happened?"
Alexis blurted something out in unintelligible sobs. Ann tore out of
the parking lot in concerned fury. Someone woke the momma bear in her
and she wanted to know who, and why. "Let's get you home, Baby, then
we'll figure this out."
At home Ann took Alexis to the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in hot
water to place on her daughter's face. Alexis was calming down now, but
still struggling to control her breathing between the crying. Ann's
heart was breaking, but she had to know. Alexis looked up at her with
eyes red in deep set sockets. She looked utterly destroyed. "I...I
went to eat.....my lunch," she started. "I... was sitting with my
friends."
"Yeah, sweetie." Ann encouraged.
"They put.....I opened my lunch box.." Alexis continued haltingly. "I
put my hand in.....to get my sand...sandwich. And it felt weird." She
sniffed. Ann could see her steeling herself up for the next part. "My
hand was all bloody." And she erupted into sobbing again. Ann looked
down instinctively but there were no wounds on Alexis' hand. "They put
bloody tampons in my lunch!" Alexis screamed and immediately began
crying again as she dove into Ann's embrace.
Rage filled Ann's chest. Those little cunts, she thought. "Who was
it?" she asked through clenched teeth.
"My FRIENDS," Alexis said sarcastically. "They sat there laughing at
me. Tracy said since I'm not a 'real girl' they were going to make sure
I got my period too!"
"Fucking cunts," Ann accidentally, out loud. Alexis was shocked. It
was the first time she'd heard her mother swear so graphically.
Realizing what she'd said, she softened, and held Alexis close. "They
pissed off the wrong momma bear, Girl." Ann stood and said, "I want you
to take a hot shower, better yet, run a bath in my room, use the big
tub. Light the candles in there the lavender ones and use a lavender
bath bomb and take a nice soak, lavender helps calm you. Just relax
there."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to call that school and get some answers, and If I don't like
the answers I get, then the Principle will have an appointment with me."
Ann and Jack sat in the Principle's office. Ann was a picture of
composure. The only outward sign of her agitation was her restlessly
slipping her heel in and out of her shoe. Under normal circumstances,
it turned Jack on when she did that, but there was nothing playful or
sexy about it now. It was annoyance. Mr. Humphrey was trying to
explain that he had disciplined the girls involved. The ring leader
Tracy Ashcroft receiving the longest suspension. Ann listened with
barely contained contempt. She had said her piece. A five-minute rant
that Mr. Humphrey could only admit was true. At this point there was
nothing left. Ann wasn't even sure what she wanted from the school.
She wanted justice. She wanted to shove one of those bloody tampons
right down the throat of the entire Ashcroft family. She wanted to tell
Mrs. Ashcroft she was raising a smug little brat who will be working out
her daddy issues around a pole in a couple of years. But she couldn't
and didn't. It was up to Jack to sadly, thank the principle for his
apology and time and guide his ticking time bomb of a wife to the car.
That night, after the kids where sound asleep, and Jack had gone up to
bed first, Ann sat on the couch and looked at the long thin scars on her
wrists that very few people other than Jack had ever noticnoticed. She
looked at those scars and cried for Alexis.
Tommy came into the living room and saw Alexis curled on the couch doing
her homework. Alexis had her legs curled up under her and she really
did look like a girl. Tommy snorted in disdain. Alexis had learned to
just ignore Tommy. They were once close, but the past year had been
difficult and they'd grown distant. He was embarrassed by his brother
now. He didn't have friends over the house anymore, and resented Alexis
for forcing him to keep his friends away. He feared what his friends
might think of him if his brother was like this. His head hurt thinking
of what they might say about the truth about his mother. He sat down in
the living room, and immediately stood up and went to his room. Better
to be there than in here. He just couldn't concentrate if he was
thinking about Alexis.
Ann and Jack had taken Alexis to the doctor's office a couple of weeks
after she came out. She was seeing a therapist now, and was officially
diagnosed with gender dysphoria. This opened a lot of doors for her.
She was thinking very hard about taking hormone blocking medicine to
stop her puberty. It was something that came up recently and she
thought more about that than her math homework. This would be the
biggest step yet, halting her body's natural progression until she made
a final decision. Her father was more than a little skeptical. He
didn't like the idea of messing with a child's endocrine system, and
truth be told despite supporting his wife and his daughter, the idea of
Alexis transitioning did bring up some discomfort. Her mother was all
for it. She said it would make transitioning easier if that's what she
decided finally, and would make passing simpler since she wouldn't have
a masculine body to disguise. Her Mom knew all the pitfalls and wanted
Alexis to be able to avoid some of them at least. Based on her mother's
experience she was leaning toward taking the pills. They were more or
less reversible she'd been told, if it came to that.
Alexis was watching TV, well not really watching, she was watching the
images populating the screen but she was thinking very deeply about her
future. She had just made a decision, she would take the hormone
blockers. This was her life, what she wanted. Regardless of what she
would do as an adult, there was no way she could live as a boy. Never
again. She was recognizing that she drew attention in public, and not
because she stood out, because she was attractive. Boys who didn't know
her where showing interest, and she was enjoying that attention. What
did that say about her? She liked boys, but it didn't feel gay, it felt
normal. She was a girl. She'd grown up admiring the love her mother
and father shared. She'd seen the way some of her friends' parents
acted with one another. Genetic men and women who despised one another.
Her Father adored her mother. There was hope someday in the future.
Tommy came down and grabbed the remote from Alexis and flipped the
channel to ESPN. "Hey!" Alexis protested.
"Shut up, you weren't watching it."
"Yes, I was."
"Bullshit."
"Language, you man," Jack said as he entered the room. "The two of you
quit bickering."
Alexis got up in a huff and stormed off. Tommy watched her leave, amused
at the display of anger by a small boy in a dress.
The past few months had been crazy for Tommy. His mother has no help,
she was part of the problem. Dad was almost as bad, and he just didn't
understand his father anymore. Multiple times he spoke to his father,
usually after being caught teasing Alex. One time, his father looked as
if he was genuinely going to hit him, he was so mad. Another time, he
just looked tired, and sad. Tommy was still fuming, and his father took
him aside.
"I know this is tough, Tom." Tommy was surprised, his father never
called him "Tom." His father motioned him to sit down. He poured
himself a drink, Jack thought for just a second and poured a finger for
his son. Handing the glass to Tom he motioned him to sit down again.
Tom looked at him quizzically. "A man can't have a drink with his son?"
Tom took the glass and smelled it.
"Son, what do you see when you look at Alexis?" Jack started.
"For one thing, you keep calling him 'Alexis' Dad!" Tom blurted. "For
Fu...For god sakes he's my little brother! He's running around dressed
like a girl. Acting like a girl. The kids at school are laughing at
him! They are laughing at ME!" Tom ranted for a minute more. He wore
himself out spilling his frustration out to his father, then he
swallowed the drink his father gave him. It burned his throat. It
burned like his mind burned.
"Tom," Jack began, "do you remember your mother?"
"Yeah," Tom answered, then began to think about his birth mother. He
tried to recall her face. Tears began to well in his eyes as he
realized he couldn't. "N...No, I can't."
Jack took out his wallet and handed Tom a picture. It was of Julie, in
a sundress. It was taken on their Honeymoon. Tom looked at the picture
and saw what his father saw.
"Son, Alexis is going through something I don't understand. You don't
have to understand either. She wants to be your sister. And she is
your only blood link to your mother. Look at that picture."
Tom stared at the picture. He saw it. He saw Alexis.
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"No, sweetie, you need to go 'heel, toe,'" Ann admonished Alexis.
"But, I will fall!" Alexis complained.
"I promise you, if you sway your hips as you walk, you balance will be
better," Ann said as she watched this rite of passage. Alexis was
wearing her first high heels. She was going to an Eight grade dance.
It was her first. A new school year had followed the incident. Alexis
had slowly bounced back. Her first instinct after was to give up. She
came downstairs the next morning in sneakers and jeans and a t-shirt.
They were Tommy's jeans, because she'd outgrown the jeans she had before
going full time. All of her jeans now were girls' jeans, and she was
trying to reject that. She couldn't conceal her breasts though the
hormone blockers and estrogen had gone to work quickly on her
prepubescent body. She was going through female puberty. Her borrowed
boy clothes made that very clear.
It took a while before Ann could convince her that if she didn't walk
back into school that day with her head held high and her big girl
panties on, the bullies would win. "The storm bent you, sweet girl, but
it will never break you," Ann said.
Alexis was late for school that day.
Word had spread quickly about what had happened. When Alexis walked
into class several girls got up and hugged her before she could get to
her seat. At lunch that day Maeve Reed sat with Alexis and a new group
of girls around them. They all agreed what Tracy got the other girls to
do was disgusting. As they had their lunch Alexis noticed Peyton
sitting alone. "I'll be right back," she said as she got up and went
over to him.
"Hey," Alexis said shyly, with a little wave.
Peyton looked up with suspicion, seeing nothing hostile, he answered,
"Hey."
"So, uh, I saw you eating by yourself," Alexis started. "Uhm, you could
come sit with us."
Peyton brightened a bit. "OK," he said gathering his stuff.
From then on Peyton was part of the group.
The dance was at seven in the evening on a Friday. The Indian summer
was quickly turning into autumn. Alexis as going in blue. Her dress
had a bodice with multicolored sequins. The skirt was Navy satin with
blue tulle. Her heels were blue to match and she borrowed a white
clutch purse from Ann. Maeve came over early, Mrs. Reed was driving the
girls. Ann helped her with her make up.
Ann came down the stairs at a run. She was so excited for the big
reveal to Jack. Jack and Tom stood in the foyer, both males wondering
what all the fuss was about, until jack saw a small blue heel on the
stair.
Alexis descended the stairs gingerly. She was still cautious about the
heels. The affect made her look like she wasn't even touching the
floor. Jack audibly gasped. Alexis smiled at her father. She'd never
felt so feminine. Tom was bored. He waved and left, as Ann started
taking pictures. The girls posed for pictures and Ann acted like a
fashion photographer. After the girls started getting silly, she
relented and wished them a good time. Jack and Ann watched them drive
off, and with Tom safely out of earshot, Ann turned to her husband and
said, "I want your cock tonight."
Jack lit up I anticipation and jokingly asked, "How many more dances
does she have?"
At the dance the boys lined up in a pack off to one side, playing,
fighting and generally messing around. The Girls gathered on the other
side talking and giggling with one another. The DJ was playing the
latest hits and was bored out of his mind as were the chaperones
standing near the refreshments. Gradually, awkward boys paired up with
frightened girls and they swayed stiffly to the music. Alexis stood
quietly. Ann and she had discussed the dance as she was getting
dressed. Ann hope was to manager Alexis' expectations. Alexis really
didn't want to dance with anyone. She was scared to death.
As it turned out it was Peyton who took her by the hand and led her to
the dance floor. Alexis knew there would be giggling, but she couldn't
hear it over the music which was just as well. Peyton took her by the
hand and the small of her back, which gave her a pleasurable sensation
she'd never experienced before. She placed her hand on his shoulder.
She really didn't have feelings for Peyton, but she could feel herself
growing stiff in her tuck. Her palms were sweaty and she really like
being led.
"You didn't have to," she said.
"I know I wanted to."
"Why? This will only cause more problems."
"I can't get away from those problems. They will pick on me whether I
ask you to dance or not. I wanted to dance."
"They'll say we are going out, because we are gay," Alexis protested.
"Well, I am gay, but You are not my type," Peyton said as he smiled.
Alexis looked offended.
"I like boys," Peyton said. "You're a girl."
Alexis blushed.
"That's the first time I said that," Peyton said.
"Said what?" Alexis asked, puzzled.
Peyton smiled. "I like boys."
"Even when they are mean to you?"
"I don't like every boy," Peyton countered. "But it's nice to tell
someone the truth."
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