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ROBIN'S SUMMER VACATION
Robin Jacobson really hated the end of school. Not because he liked
school all that much, since he was a 10 year old boy, but because it
meant that summer vacation was coming. And that's what he hated. It
meant going to his aunt's farm for eight or nine weeks.
Not that Robin hated being out in the open, far from it. Given a
choice, he'd be in his home town on the Jersey Shore, not far from the
boardwalks in Point Pleasant and Seaside, or playing Little League
baseball, or going to the pool at one of the fraternal organizations
that his father had belonged to. But no-his mom, being a single parent,
just HAD to go to the farm in Pennsylvania every year since his father
had died. She missed her sister and her kids, his cousins, and so
wanted to spend the summer with family time. And the big problem was
his cousins-all girls. In an isolated area, with no boys to hang with
at all-just him, his mom, his aunt and the girls. Way too much estrogen
for him!
It wasn't that he particularly disliked his cousins-Angela, Beth and
Carol-ages 12, 10 and 8 respectively. It was just that they were all so
darned girly. They all hated sports, either to watch or play,and they
only rarely wore slacks or shorts, preferring to stay in dresses just
dripping with lace, looking like they were going to a party. Their hair
and nails were always perfect, and their rooms were all (what was to
him) a sickening shade of pink. They looked like they had drunk a quart
of Pepto Bismoll and then thrown up. Compared to them, Barbie was
boyish!
The worst part was that they were so darned glad to see him, and wanted
him to play with them all the time. And since they didn't do sports or
watch any war shows, cop shows, sports or westerns, they only had girl
things to do. Hopscotch, Jumprope, jacks, tea parties with their dolls
and dancing to boy band videos. For two months every year, he was bored
stiff. All three of them were a little juvenile, too, even Angela who
should have been maturing into a young lady by this time-developing
curves, an interest in boys and more grown up hair, clothing and makeup.
Nope-even Angie was psychologically on the level of a girl six or seven
years old. And of course, both mothers encouraged him to spend time
with the girls, and joining in their activities. He kept wondering why
his mother hated him so much-he was a boy, and wanted to do boy things.
Ten year old summer started just the same as the last few had. They
grabbed their luggage, headed up to I-195 and got on the turnpike,
getting off at Exit 6 for the Pennsylvania border. Robin was resigned
to another summer hanging out with only girls, so sulking or complaining
wasn't going to do any good. He could at least practice his Tae Kwon Do
forms, and he had brought a pad to hang on the barn wall to practice
kicking. He'd been training since he was eight, and was a brand new 3rd
grade red belt (same as brown in the Japanese or Okinawan styles). The
girls would most likely be grossed out by his display of testosterone,
but hey, lots of girls trained. He'd even offer to teach them a little
if they wanted. As a red belt, he was expected to assist with classes
once in a while, as training for his own (far in the future) black belt
promotion. Ah well, the best laid plans, yada, yada, yada.
They got to the farm, got out and greeted their family. His aunt Susan
was just as feminine (read girly!) dressed as her daughters were, and
all of them were wearing dresses in varying pastel shades. At least
Angie and Beth were dressed a little more maturely. . Carol was still
only eight, so she was still in the little girl dress, but the other two
had ditched the overdone lace and ribbons. Thank goodness. Aunt Susan
was wearing a lavender A-line dress with white heels. Even his mom had
worn a light blue dress to fit in with the other females, which wasnt
exactly a rare occurrence for her, though it wasn't her everyday
clothing either.
After the two put their suitcases and things into their rooms (the
farmhouse had about a dozen, and they always stayed in the same ones)
the girls pulled Robin outside to play. Of course, first he surveyed
the room-that his aunt refused to redecorate, even though he was the
only one who ever stayed there. Ever. The walls were bright pink with
a fairy riding a unicorn painted on the ceiling. All of the furniture
was white, including the poster bed with the pink canopy. There was a
freaking VANITY against one wall, something he had absolutely NO need
for. Plus the dolls decorating the Disney Princess bedspread. As
usual, the sight of the room made him want to puke.
When the girls got him outside, the first thing they wanted to do was
play double dutch jumprope-which unfortunately he knew how to do, since
he had already spent several summers there with nothing to do but play
girl games. They even expected him to take his turn at the rhymes they
sang, enthusiastically encouraged by the two moms. Naturally, he found
the whole thing extremely humiliating, like any normal masculine boy
would. He sincerely hoped that none of his friends back home ever heard
about this, let alone drop by and see him acting like such a sissy. He
couldn't wait to get his uniform on and kick the crap out of his
practice pad.
He just knew that the girls would try to get him to play dress-up with
them later on. That was something he was absolutely NOT going to do-
wearing dresses was totally out, no matter what activities he had to
take part in this year. He's had to once, a few years ago, at his
mother's suggestion (orders actually) and had never forgotten how
embarrassed he was. He felt rediculous in the short pink party dress
with the white mary-janes and a ribbon in his hair. He's also worn
lipstick and had his nails polished a shimmery pink. He thrown a fit
when his mother and aunt had wanted to use their camera phones to take
his picture. There was NO WAY this humiliation was going to be
preserved. He also knew that his mom would want to show it to her
friends back home so they could see how 'cute' he was. That was NOT
going to happen.
He had actually frozen when his aunt laughingly suggested that they
should go out to dinner with him staying dressed like that. He actually
wasn't sure that she was joking, but the girls thought that it was a
great idea, and they'd love to show him off, as their boy cousin who
wanted to be a girl. Even at age eight, he had nixed that idea from the
get-go, and flatly refused to go into town as a girl. As a matter of
fact, he wanted everything off right then and there. While his mom and
aunt complied with his wishes, he could see the look of longing in his
mom's face that she didn't have a daughter. His cousins whispered to
him later that eventually he'd come around, and realize that being a
girl was so much better than being a boy, and that he'd start wearing
cute dresses and hair ribbons all the time, like they did. His general
opinion was that hell hadn't frozen over yet, so it wasn't going to
happen. But he still didn't completely trust his cousins, and for some
reason he felt that his mother and aunt were a little weird in that way
too.
After he spent a few hours playing with his cousins jumping rope,
playing hopscotch or dancing to girly music, he excused himself and told
them he wanted to practice for a while. They pleaded with him to stay,
and of course tried to talk him out of doing such a 'boy thing' as
karate (they didn't know the difference between Tae Kwon Do and Karate,
and frankly didn't care. It was all the same to them). He went inside
and up to his room and pulled out his Dobahk (Korean for uniform) with
the pull on top, rather than a tie front jacket as the Japanese and
Okinawan stylists wore. Actually some Korean stylists wore the same
thing, but his school wore the new style uniform (new as of the 1980s or
so). He tied his brand new red belt around his waist, slipped on his
martial arts training shoes and went outside.
He warmed up (jumping rope didn't quite do it) and began his basic
moves. He started with fifty blocks of each type (high, middle, down,
middle open hand) left and right, went into kicks (front, side, back,
roundhouse the same way, did 250 punches with each hand, tried some
combinations and then did his forms (kata in Japanese) five times each.
Chonji, Tangun, Tosan, Wonhyo, Yulkok and Chungun-the only ones he knew.
He would start Toigye, the middle grade red belt form in the fall. When
he finished, he was sweating bullets, but he was happy. He was finally
doing some masculine activities-which was not how he'd express it to
some of his female classmates, several of whom could kick the crap out
of him based on their vastly greater experience. He went inside to take
a hot shower, which he badly needed. And that's when everything hit the
fan. His feeling that he couldn't completely trust his cousins turned
into absolute knowledge. They set him up but good.
The girls had snuck into his room while he was showering and taken all
of his clothing, underwear and shoes. They'd replaced them with a
complete outfit of girls things-new panties, a training bra (Angie was
12 and she was starting to develop), a dress appropriate for a ten year
old (not one of the frilly baby outfits), ankle socks and a pair of
sandals with a one and a half inch heel. In other words, a complete
outfit for a tween girl. Which he wasn't. He covered himself with his
towel and let out a scream for his mother, who came to the room with his
aunt. He could also see his cousins down the staircase giggling. The
two adult women had big smiles on their faces, too. Robin got a sinking
feeling that they were all in on it, and he was doomed. Even though
previous summers had been pretty boring with all the feminine crap he'd
had to put up with, this was obviously going to be the worst one yet.
He had a horrible thought-with all of HIS clothes gone, just what was
going to be hung in his closet and in his dresser. He had a pretty good
idea of just what their plan was.
After a (fruitless) argument with his mother, with him loudly
proclaiming that he was NOT going to wear girls clothing as a regular
thing-or AT ALL if he could help it, he aquiesced to her promised
punishment if he didn't comply with her wishes. She had always wanted a
daughter, and since he didn't know anyone in the area, and none of his
friends were at all likely to come calling, he could just fulfill her
wish for the summer. This could go either the easy way-he agreed and
would be rewarded with a new video game console and a good supply of
male oriented games in the fall, or he could continue fighting, and he
would be forced anyway-with him possibly being an occasional daughter
when they got back home. He'd just love shopping at the local mall for
dresses or going out on weekends where his friends could see him. Robin
quickly saw the wisdom of compliance, reluctantly agreed and began to
dress. When he asked how long he would be wearing this stuff, he was
told to get used to it-until they left for home in two months. Shagging
baseballs, practicing Tae Kwon Do and such activities as climbing trees
were out this summer. Get used to ballet, tea parties and learning to
sew. Robin couldn't imagine anything more horrible and humiliating to a
ten year old boy who reveled in his masculinity.
His mother and the other females in the house were as good as their
word. Robin came downstairs in his dress and heels, only to find his
mother with a bottle of bright red nail polish waiting for him. After
painting his finger and toenails, he was informed that he was to keep
all twenty nails polished at all times, and that he was expected to
change the color every three days. But clear was out-the colors had to
be noticeable. Robin was seriously wondering if his mother was insane,
or if she was simply one of those women who hated males and took every
opportunity to emasculate them, either psychologically or (shudder)
physically. Of course, at age ten, he couldn't formulate these ideas in
the proper medical or psychological terminology. But the gist came
through to him loud and clear. He could only hope that they wouldn't
drag him out in public, that he could hide his embarrassment all summer
on his aunt's isolated farm. Unfortunately, that very night showed him
that he wasn't going to have any luck of that sort.
His mother announced that in honor of his new status as her daughter
(and the fact that only female pronouns would be used to refer to Robin
from then on), she was treating all six of them to dinner at the towns
best steakhouse. And yes, Robin was going with them exactly as SHE was
dressed at the moment. As her daughter. Robin began crying that it
wasn't fair-why did they all hate him and want to destroy him like this?
He was a boy, and his hair wasn't exactly long enough for even a girls
short hairstyle. That had been prepared for-a pageboy style wig in a
light blonde shade was placed on his head, in order to better disguise
him. They even placed two small pink butterfly barrettes in his hair to
help keep it out of his eyes. By this time Robin was totally docile and
obedient-they had managed to (at least temporarily) suppress any trace
of masculinity the poor boy possessed.
The six ladies got to the restaurant, exited the minivan and walked in.
The hostess complimented the girls (including Robin) on being so nicely
and femininly dressed, as most girls-and even most teens and adult
women-wore more casual clothing, such as jeans or shorts. All the girls
murmured their thanks to the girl for her compliment, with Robin chiming
in after being poked by his middle cousin Beth, who happened to be
exactly his age. He felt that every eye in the place was on him, and
that everyone just knew that he was a boy in a dress. He was actually
wrong-he appeared to be exactly what he was dressed as-a very well put
together ten year old girl out for a celebration with her family.
Though her cheeks seemed to be extraordinarily red-one thought was that
she was much too young to wear such a bold shade of blush.
They all ordered meals appropriate to females of their varying ages with
salads, which were all delivered and they ate everything with great
relish. At the end of the meal, Robin had to use the restroom. He
realized that dressed like this, the mens room was out. He would have
to use the ladies room and sit to pee. His two older cousins
volunteered to go with him, both for protection and because it was
traditional for females to go 'powder their noses' in a group. The
three went, Robin did his thing in a stall, and then was informed that
he should at least fluff his hair and reapply his very light pink lip
gloss. One humiliation after another. He seriously wished that he
could die. What was next-a nightgown? Naturally, since he was being
treated as a girl, and that's what girls slept in. Yuck. He saw the
dispenser of feminine products on the wall and gave thanks that since he
was really a male, he wouldn't ever have a need for them. Or so he
hoped. Given how weird his mother, aunt and cousins were acting about
all of this, who knew what they had planned for him? He'd heard of
several famous transgender individuals, including a german pop singer, a
teenaged author and a former Olympic athlete, so he knew what it was.
He sincerely hoped his mother didn't plan on secreting him off to
Thailand or someplace to have surgery to turn him completely into a
girl.
When the girls were finished in the restroom, they exited and went
towards their table. Robin's mother had just finished paying the bill,
while his aunt had left the tip. His evening continued to get worse-the
ladies decided that a trip to the local mall was in order. Robin had
never been shopping as a girl, and he needed the experience. Trying
things on, choosing a style, even getting a makeover appropriate for a
girl his age. Just what the doctor ordered. When they got to the local
mall, his humiliation increased. It was full of people, including a lot
of teens, mostly girls, but a lot of boys, too. Normally, he would have
been among them, and requested some time in the video arcade to just
hang with other guys. Tonight, he wanted to stay far away from them.
He didn't think he would be 'read', but he couldn't take the chance. If
any of the other kids recognized him as a boy, it would be all over the
small Pennsylvania town in a heartbeat.
Actually, he didn't really have to worry about the boys, he really
needed to be concerned about the other girls. He didn't really have
feminine mannerisms down pat, he didn't move like a girl, he didn't put
his hand over his mouth to giggle, and he certainly didn't have the
knack of walking in heels, even the one and a half inch ones he was
wearing. Almost any of them would question his identity in a heartbeat
upon noticing something wasn't quite right. He especially was hoping
that none of his cousins' friends were there. Some of them knew that
their cousin was a boy named Robin, and if he was introduced, the same
thing would happen. He had even met a few of them. His reputation in
the town would be ruined. While it didn't matter once he was home (he
hoped!), his mom had talked about moving to the area, either to town or
just living at the farm, where there was plenty of room. He really
didn't like the last idea, even before all of this had happened-living
with his ultra girlie cousins would be a perpetual hell for him. If his
secret got out, he might as well give up ever having any kind of life.
He would be constantly teased and bullied by the macho males in his
school, and the girls wouldn't give him a second look-except one of
total contempt. He could forget about ever having a date with a real
girl. He'd be lucky not to get the crap kicked out of him every day for
the rest of his school days.
He was lucky-none of the girl's friends happened to be present that
night. But his mom and aunt heaped one humiliation after another on
him. He had to choose and try on multiple new outfits in several
stores, all of them extremely feminine. Dresses, skirt and top
combinations, even shoes such as Maryjanes and several pairs of heels
wound up in bags that he had to carry on their spree. It was worse when
they decided to go into the local Victoria's Secret outlet. He wound up
trying on and having purchased for him, several training bras and enough
panties to last two weeks. Naturally two slips to go under his dresses
were added to the pile, and then over to a department store makeup
counter for an age-appropriate makeover.
The girl at the counter seemed to have no idea poor Robin was really a
boy, and also seemed to be under the impression the the girl sitting in
her chair was a few years older than she actually was. He wound up
wearing several cosmetic items he hadn't been introduced to before,
including actual lipstick rather than gloss, and a squirt of perfume
(which his mother purchased) for good measure. By this time Robin was
totally destroyed, and was resigned to the fact that he would be
spending his summer as a totally feminine girl. Otherwise, why else
would his mother and aunt have bought him all of these clothes and
things (including the purse he had slung over his left shoulder)? They
had even made a stop at Claire's to stock up on jewelry (rings,
bracelets, necklaces and earrings? Why did he need earrings?). He soon
found out. He was taken to the clerk, sat down in the chair there, and
after two quick pops, became the proud (?) possessor of pierced ears,
with tiny little gold hearts sticking through them. He also got an
extra pair, and of course a cleaning kit. This was long past
ridiculous-they couldn't be planning to keep him as a girl permanently,
could they?
His summer went exactly as promised. He played games with his cousins,
learned to sew, cook and do embroidery from the two adult ladies, all
while wearing a dress or skirt. Every freaking day. Whenever they went
into town he had a dress or skirt on. He and his cousin Angie even went
to the teen center for some of the every other week dances. As a girl,
who was assumed to be at least 12. Even more than other years, he was
counting down the days until they had to (he was able to?) leave for
home. He was kind of worried about his earrings, but he was sure that
his mother would let him take them out and allow the holes to close up
for the school year. He was also hoping that he would be allowed to
change back to boy clothes and get a haircut for the trip. He still
wore the pageboy wig most of the time, but his hair, which had been let
grow for almost three months in the spring, was long enough for a girls
pixie style, and even a few more variations. Once he got out of this,
he was going to wear a crewcut for the rest of his life. Maybe even
emulate the Shaolin monks and get his head shaved-he was a martial
artist, wasn't he? Or at least, he used to be when he was allowed to
live as a boy.
As August wore on, he realized that his mom had never told him exactly
what day they were leaving. It was usually a week before school
started, so he could do some shopping for back to school clothing and
wind down tp prepare for a year of learning. The usual day was fast
approaching, but wasn't there yet. Then his mom pulled her worst stunt
yet, out of many. This one would be hard to top.
She called him to their car and told him to get in, she needed to get
something from town, and he needed to be there for it. He already knew
that they weren't going home, because none of their luggage was in the
car-he would have thrown a fit if it was, as he was still wearing a
dress and makeup. She started driving to town, and then just kept going
to the Pennsylvania turnpike, towards the New Jersey one. Robin started
to protest that he couldn't go back to their home town like this,
someone would see him, especially since so many of his friends lived in
close proximity to him. His mother told him not to worry, it would be
quick, but she absolutely needed a few of her things. Robin wondered
why she needed them NOW, but was to frightened (and angry) to continue
his protest. It wasn't going to do any good anyway. He just hoped
she's pull into the garage (they had an automatic opener) before he had
to get out of the car. No such luck. His mother planned on totally
destroying his masculine reputation on this trip home.
Their first stop was the mall in the next town. She ordered him out of
the car and into the building. A stop at a young juniors department,
followed by lunch in the food court came next. And yes, several of his
friends were there, and did recognize him, since they knew his mother.
Robin was crying by this time, which further served to degrade him in
the eyes of his peers. The next stop was the local park in their
neighborhoos, where it was inevitable that more boys would be playing
baseball, or girls just hanging out. Since it was only a few blocks
from their house, they ALL knew him, and he got more jeers and derision
from both groups. She pulled right up to their house and parked on the
street, and took him for several block walk before they went in. His mom
went to her closet and began packing her clothing-all of it. And none
of Robin's jeans, t-shirts or sneakers. Robin had a sinking feeling
about his future-just why would she pack just her things, none of his,
and then drive back to the farm in one day? If he didn't need any boy
clothes, it could only mean he would continue to wear girls things.
Robin's mother informed him that they would be living on the farm from
then on. He would continue to live and be treated like the girl he now
was, and would be expected to act accordingly. He would never be
allowed to be a boy again, his mother and aunt had both suffered assault
and abuse at the hands of males, beginning with their father and
continuing onwards, and were determined to see that he never developed
into a person like that. Allowing him free rain of his instincts was
too risky-they had to be totally eliminated. He would be enrolled in
the local school district as a transgender student to cover his actual
status, and would be expected to fit in. He would be taking ballet and
gymnastics, and when he reached grade seven, would be trying out for the
cheerleading squad. Actually, since in middle school, none of the girls
who tried out were cut, he would in fact BE a cheerleader. Oh-and to
stop his male development, they had convinced a female doctor to
prescribe puberty blockers. He could forget about developing muscles, a
beard or a deep voice. In two or three years he'd also be receiving
actual female hormones to facilitate his transition. He would develop
breasts, smooth skin and a curvy body, and his hair would be allowed to
grow far down his back. While they couldn't force him to have
affirmation surgery after he turned 18, he would have an extremely
difficult life in half and half status. His cousins were overjoyed and
promised to help him learn everything he needed to know. He might as
well relax and enjoy his new life in dresses, just like the girls had
told him he would several years ago.
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