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This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters in this story and any actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story is copyright 2014 by Ayn Ryan. Permission is hereby given to share this story on the World Wide Web, provided that (a) no charge of any kind, including, but not limited to, subscription fees, is made in connection with access to the story, (b) the story is reprinted in its entirety, including this notice, and (c) proper credit is given to the author at the time of posting. All other rights, including, but not limited to, those of adaptation to other media and formats, reserved to the author. Contact: [email protected] The Swan and The Butterfly (Part 1) Alexis lay in the bed contemplating the extraordinary day. She luxuriated in the satiny pjs her mother bought her that afternoon. They were cool on her body, the lace trim on the short pants ticked her thighs and the spaghetti straps on her shoulders slipped and pulled whenever she moved the slightest. She had been so certain that her world was going to explode in the moment her mother walked in. She was so deeply embarrassed. But her mother didn't do anything she expected. It was so weird. Then came the shock of her life, there was no dying Mom was a boy too. Alex rubbed her crotch slowly. She felt extremely comfortable, the guilt she'd felt stealing her mom's clothes and enjoying wearing them was gone. She could be herself. What did that mean for school? Well she didn't know just yet, she thought, as she stiffened in her hand and spurted into her panties. All she knew was that this was better than sneaking around. She reached over to snatch up some tissues before she soiled her new jammies. Tom lay in bed, thinking the world had gone insane. He thought of his father, and the woman he'd come to know as his mother, and his brother, and could not wrap his mind around what was going on. How could Dad marry a guy? How could he condone, her dressing and treating Alex like a girl? What the Hell! He raged. He heard the car pull into the drive, and his parents climbing the stairs trying to be quiet. He rolled over in disgust. He covered his ears when he heard his mother talking to Alex in the hall. Just thinking about them in the hall made him grind his teeth. He willed himself to sleep trying to quiet his mind. Alexis slipped into the bathroom, and sat down to pee. She felt a little self-conscious, and thought about the process more than she'd ever done. She'd have to wipe the front since she got a little on herself, and that was unpleasant. Finished, she pulled up her tap pants and washed her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror. It was strange. She saw herself there, little different from the boy she was yesterday, but what Margo had done to her hair, well it was remarkable. It looked like the way a girl she knew in class had it, short, sassy, playful. She pictured herself with earrings, little studs...maybe that was the next step. She really did look cute as she smiled to herself. She felt a stirring in her crotch. "Not again," she whispered. Her mother and father might have chuckled ruefully at her consternation, adolescent youth and the seemingly endless ability to perform without notice or even desire. She tented her little pants, and embarrassed, turned to sneak back to her room. Sticking her head out she verified the coast was clear. she tiptoed back to her room, every step toying with her as she bounced inside the satiny material. Back in bed she shuddered as she came into another tissue. This time she was able to drift off to sleep. Saturday morning came and Alexis got up to answer natures call. Still in her pjs she tripped lightly downstairs to watch TV. Ann was in the kitchen making coffee. "Morning Honey, how did you sleep?" her mother asked. "Good," she answered. Ann looked up at Alexis. "Oh, this won't do sweetie," she said, coming around to take her hand. "Pjs like this shouldn't be worn without a robe in the family area." Ann herself was wearing a long blue silk robe and black heeled slippers that Alex had always secretly craved. Upstairs with Alexis in tow she rapt lightly on the master bedroom door, Jack ,still snoozing paid her no mind. Ann glided in snatched up a pink kimono robe she usually wore and handed it to Alexis. "Here," she whispered. Alexis began to protest after yesterday's talking to about wearing her mother's clothes, but Ann shook her head. Closing the door she continued. "It's ok if I loan it to you," she reassured. "It's one of the privileges of a mother-daughter relationship," she winked. Alexis slipped on the light material and felt a cool rush as it slid over the pjs. She tied the belt off. Ann giggled a bit, since that robe was almost obscenely short on her, it fit Alexis quite nicely. She smiled and motioned for Alexis to follow. Down in the kitchen, Ann fixed her coffee, Alexis followed her every move, trying to copy her mother's graceful movements. "So, kiddo, we need to talk about Monday," Ann began. "Is this a weekend thing, or what?" "Could I only do it on weekends and evenings after school?" Alexis asked curiously. "Sure, you can, if that's what you want, but in some ways it will be harder," Ann cautioned. Alexis looked perplexed. Ann continued. "Are you going to confine yourself to the house evenings and weekends? Are you never going to have friends over? What if we go out and you run into kids from school?" "But I'm scared of what people will say," Alexis said. "I know, sweetie. Believe me," Ann said thinking back to when she'd been beaten up as an adult for being herself. "It is up to you, but today we can tell the school, and they will allow you to express yourself as yourself as you wish. It won't be easy, but things are a lot different than when I was a g.....Boy." "I'll think about it," Alexis said in between mouthfuls of cereal. Tommy came in yawning. Looked at Alexis, and rolled his eyes. "Mom, really...How long are you going to let this game go on?" he said, stifling another yawn. Ann got up to get herself another coffee. She knew she'd have to work on Tommy based on his reaction the night before. She just wasn't quite ready, but really one never is, she thought. "Tom, this is something Alexis has to work out herself. I had to. Alexis is your blood, you share a bond as siblings. Don't treat it so casually. Be supportive. Be a big brother. Be an adult," she said, stifling bit more emotion than she had expected. "I wish my brothers had." "But, Mom..." Tom started. "This isn't normal," still not conscious of incongruity between still perceiving his mother as a woman and his objections over Alexis. Ann spun around in anger, and spoke to him in her natural tenor voice. "Define normal Tom? Is it normal to jerk off to airbrushed pictures in a magazine?" Tommy was taken aback by her voice and secrets he thought he'd successfully hid. "Oh, yeah, I know. Is it normal to slap the ass of your teammate after a big play? Why is that normal Tommy? Why is what's normal for you have to be normal for Alexis...why does your definition have to be normal for me! I raised you. I helped teach you right from wrong, and now you tell me what's normal?" "Mom...I'm sorry," Tommy said beating a retreat. Alexis sat quietly wishing she were somewhere else. Ann stood holding on to the counter crying. "I've loved you boys, since I met you," she said stiffing and regaining her composure. "I tried my best to be a good mother to you. I never thought I'd be faced with one of you going through the same issues I did." She turned around and looked at them. "I thought I'd taught you to be better than this Tommy?" "Mom," Tommy said, sitting down. "I don't know what to say, it's just too new to me. Yesterday, you were just like any other mom, maybe even cooler," he said, smiling wanly, trying to defuse this bomb he'd set. "I can't see you as a guy." "Because, I'm not, honey," Ann said softly. "And now you must look at Alexis the same way." Alexis looked at her brother, with big eyes. "OK," was all he could muster. The conflict still roiling within him. Alexis and Tommy went to the family room to watch TV. Ann sat at the kitchen table considering the clouds in her coffee. Jack finally came down in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms. He leaned over and kissed his wife. "Good morning, babe." "Morning," Ann said subdued. "Everything alright?" Jack asked as he grabbed a mug from the cupboard. "Just had a heated talk with Tommy about Alexis," Ann sighed. Sensing Jack's anger, she calmed him. "Everything is fine right now," she reassured him. Jack sat down with his coffee and took Ann's hand. "It's going to be fine. We raised them right." "I've done my best," Ann said, tearing up. Jack pulled her in for a hug, then lifting her chin kissed her. "Julie is proud of us I'm sure." Tom was watching the scenes on the TV flicker in his face. He was completely unaware of them. He loved his family. He loved his mother, and his brother. But still could not shake the weirdness of it all, seeing Alexis casually lying on the floor in a pink robe and painted toenails. Alexis was barely watching the TV as well. She lay on her belly, feet in the air, arms propping up her head nonchalantly, while her mind swam with new feelings and new information, and new questions. She got up and padded back to her room. Mom and Dad were sharing a moment she slipped past them so as not to disturb. She ascended the stairs quietly thinking about living full time as a girl. She felt herself stir in her panties at the thought, or was it the silkiness of her clothes. Either way she needed to release and she made her way to her bedroom and closed the door with a soft click. She slipped under her covers and thought more about Mom's offer. She wanted it so badly, but her brother's reaction made her nervous. As her hand made its way to her crotch she reveled in the sensation. It would be so nice to feel this all the time. She thought as she shimmied around in the bed. Quickly, she came, and got up to snatch a few tissues. She took off the robe and set it aside and disrobed entirely. She stood naked before the mirror. Not for the first time, she tucked herself between her legs and imagined herself as a girl. But that still didn't seem right. She spread her legs and looked at herself again. She looked just like any other girl in her class. All she saw was a girl looking back at her. Margo had done wonders. She could go to school as a girl. No one would know if they didn't already. But how would the kids react? Like Tommy? But it isn't about what they want, is it? she asked herself. I want this. She decided. "I want to make Mom proud," she said as she slipped her mother's robe back on her naked body and headed for the shower. *********************************************************************** 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. ********************************************************************** 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. 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. *********************************************************************** 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. *********************************************************************** 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 Principal'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 noticed. 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. *********************************************************************** "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 Eighth 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 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 dressed. Ann hope was to manage 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," Alexis protested. "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 reasoned. "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?" Alexis asked. "I don't like every boy, and they all aren't mean," Peyton countered. "But it's nice to tell someone the truth." "I know that feeling," Alexis confessed. *********************************************************************** It was hot Friday in late May. The school year was winding down. Tom spent the day in school sweltering, and thinking about going home, or seeing Veronica this weekend. So much had changed this school year. Having a girlfriend was certainly one of the big changes. His parents were going away this weekend and they'd decided that he and Alexis were old enough to leave alone for a day or two. Tom had planned to have some friends come over, he'd spend the evening with Veronica. Nothing too wild, he respected his parents too much to betray the trust they'd placed in him. Alexis would be fine, she usually spent time alone in her room anyway. Jack and Ann left that evening. "Stay out of trouble you two," Ann warned as she made her way to the car. Alexis and Tom waved good bye. "I'm going to order a pizza in a few minutes," Tom advised. "OK," Alexis said as she headed back up to her room. "Is Veronica coming over?" "Yeah," Tom answered. Alexis smiled. "I see." "What's that mean?" Tom asked. "Nothing...nothing at all," Alexis answered. "Tommy, really, I like her. She's very cute, and you look good together." Tom smiled. "Thanks. Oh, I'm having some of the guys over too." "OK," she answered. Alexis heard the doorbell about a half hour later, and male voices downstairs. Tom's friends showed up. A few minutes later and she heard video game explosions and laughter. "When's Veronica due over?" asked Tom's friend Eric asked not looking up from the game he was playing with Tom. "She said she was having dinner with her family then she'd be over," Tom answered. "And where is your faggot brother tonight?" Eric asked, Tony Dinardi laughed. "Knock it off. She's upstairs. Leave her alone," Tom retorted. Eric was enjoying the attention of the others. "'SHE!? What the fuck man? Your rother is a fucking faggot." "Eric, seriously man let it go," Tom said. The doorbell rang, and Tom paused the game. The pizza guy was at the door. Tom paid him and screamed up the stairwell. "Alexis! PIZZA!" then he continued to the kitchen. The boys came in and attacked one of the pizzas with gusto. Alexis came down barefoot, wearing a short pink tank dress. She padded into the kitchen and grabbed a plate and went over to the pizza boxes. One box was already destroyed, she grabbed the other as she tried to avoid the boisterous boys. "Ah, the little faggot princess joins us," said Tony sarcastically. "Knock it off!" Alexis said defending herself. Tommy glared at his friend. Eric grinned at Tony. "Your 'sister' is really cute," Tony continued the sarcasm dripping from his mouth. "Maybe she'd like to learn how to suck cock?" "Shut it Tony," Tom spit between his teeth. "No, really," Tony said as he backed Alexis against the refrigerator and slipped a finger up her skirt. "I don't think she's really got a dick. We should check this out." Tony had been a friend of the family for years. Tom didn't understand why Tony was getting out of control. Alexis' eyes were wide and frightened. Tony's fingers moved up the hem of her dress. "No," she pleaded. He touched her and felt her sex. "Jesus, he is a faggot!" Tony exclaimed, and he punched her in the gut. Alexis doubled over, and Tony kicked her. Tom stood there dumbfounded. Everything seemed to slow down. He stared at Alexis on the floor of their kitchen. "Get the fuck up faggot, I'll give you what you want," Tony said grabbing Alexis by the hair. Tony bent Alexis over a kitchen stool and flipped up her dress exposing her panties. Crying she looked over for Tom. Frantically, she made eye contact with Tom. "Tommy, please..." He saw her words more than heard them. Je looked in her eyes and saw his mother, and the flicker of rage that had started at Tony's taunting, burst forth. "Get the fuck off me!" he raged as he ripped Eric's hand off him. Tom raced around the kitchen island and kicked Tony right in the hip knocking him away from Alexis. In the back of his mind he heard the doorbell ring. But he was too intently focused. All he saw was Tony. Reeling from the kick he tackled him to the floor he heard something crunch as they hit the tile floor and slid across it. In the dining room Tom flipped Tony over and began to punch his face. After the third punch, Tom felt Eric and another pair of arms pull him off Tony. He stood there looking at Tony's face, blood dripping from his mouth and nose. Panting heavily, he turned to see Eric and Veronica. He scanned the kitchen looking for Alexis. She was sobbing in the corner. He watched as Veronica when to comfort Alexis. "What the Fuck were you two assholes doing?" she screamed at Eric. "Two of us? I didn't have anything to do with this!" Eric protested. Tommy stood taller now, catching his breath. "Call 911," he ordered to Veronica. "Jesus fucking Christ Tommy," Eric said looking at Tony bleeding on the floor. "It was a fucking joke." Pointing a finger at Eric. "Don't ever fucking call me 'Tommy' again," Tom spat. *********************************************************************** Epilogue Ann came into the bridal dressing room. Alexis sat in her gown all prepared to go. "I have a gift for you honey," Ann said as she walked toward her youngest. Alexis rose in her wedding gown. She looked so lovely. "Something I think your birth mother would want you to have." "Oh Mom, what is it?" Ann handed her the box. "Open it and see." Alexis took the package and sat back down; placing the box on her lap she tore the wrapping off and unfolded the tissue. Inside was a framed eight by ten photo of Julia in her wedding gown. The very gown Alexis was wearing. Alexis looked at herself in the mirror and back down at the photo. She began to tear up and Ann took out a tissue and bent down to dab her eyes. "I really do look like her," Alexis said, sniffing back tears. "Yes, baby," Ann said. "It's been my privilege and joy to be your mother in her place." Alexis set the picture on the table, rose and hugged her mother. "I'm so glad to be like you Mom." "I know you already have your something borrowed from your mother, but since I'm your mother too I want to lend you this," Ann said as she took out a necklace case. She opened it and Alexis took out the pearl necklace Jack had given her. "You father gave this too me on our wedding day with just four pearls, representing our little family. He added to it for every anniversary. Wear it today sweetheart." Alexis was so touched. She'd always knew about the necklace, and the significance her father placed on adding a pearl, but she'd been too young to know that there was a pearl to represent both her and her brother as well. Ann gently clasped it behind her neck for her. There was a gentle knock at the door and Tom poked his head in. "Everything is ready," he said. Coming fully into the room he looked in wonder at his sister. "Alexis you look beautiful." She smiled at her brother. "Thank you, Tom. You look very handsome yourself. We're ready here. How is Daddy?" Tom smiled. "I think he's more nervous than you are." Ann took Alexis' hand and handed her the bouquet. "Time to go Baby." They met in the vestibule of the church. Jack gasped when he saw Alexis in Julia's gown. Inwardly he knew Julia was looking down with pride on the life he'd built for their children with Ann's help. He had done his best. He was a happy man.