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We were probably both sound asleep, but Cynthia and I both woke up and
glanced at each other from across the bedroom when we heard mom stumble
in on her high heels at around 4AM. Love mom, but she had a habit of
doing that on Friday or Saturday night and being miserable the next
morning. I dreaded that my sister would insist I deal with her first in
the morning ...
Sure enough. "Good Morning, Patty! Coffee's on." Which I could already
smell. "You can bring it to mom when it's ready." I rolled out of bed too
slowly for my big sister's taste, realizing I was still wearing a satin
nightie. "You look pretty" she said. I wasn't sure if that was a
compliment or a taunt, but I followed her into the kitchen, where she
already had eggs and bacon ready to go on the stove. Sometimes I thought
Cynthia was a better cook than mom. "I'll start cooking after you bring
mom coffee, OK? And if she doesn't want to get up for another 2 hours,
let me know before I start cooking." She poured a cup and added the
amounts of cream and sugar that I knew mom would appreciate, which she
passed to me, and I tentatively opened the other bedroom door.
I saw her black dress from the night before, and high heel pumps beside
the bed, she looked completely asleep. "Mom?" I whispered. She seemed
passed-out, but soon managed to say, "hi, honey." She was still buried
under sheets when I set the coffee cup on her nightstand, but she pulled
herself up and looked at me with eyes wide open. "You look amazing! As
you did yesterday, where did that gown come from?" I blushed and replied,
"Cynthia said that aunt Moria gave it to her ... she probably never wore
it." "No, probably not," mom said after taking a gulp of coffee. "So it's
especially nice to see you wearing it." "Aw, thanks, mom." I blushed and
looked down, mom was rarely this nice to me, especially the morning after
she had been out late.
"Pat, you know your dad was ... well ... not so good." I kept looking
down. I had never met my dad. All Cynthia said she remembered of him was
screaming between our parents. "Obviously, him being a deadbeat is part
of the reason we have a tougher life. I'm sorry, he's been out of my life
for 10 years, but every time I think of him, it makes me feel miserable.
Of course, if I had walked out sooner, you never would have been born." I
didn't know what to think, as mom paused for another gulp of coffee. "I'm
sorry, please don't take this the wrong way ... Pat ... but as you have
grown up, you have started to show resemblances to him, I sometimes see
his impulsiveness in you, and that hasn't been pleasant for me to
experience. Oh, I'm so sorry, that's horrible to say to my child." She
sighed emotionally before continuing, "But yesterday ... and right now
... I see a beautiful, responsible, friendly and sociable girl who's
nothing like her father." I nodded. If nothing else, I knew my mom's ex-
husband (my father) was certainly neither responsible nor friendly. "Aw,
c'mere," she continued and proceeded to give me a big hug, more
affectionate than I'd had from her in a long time.
"What are you waiting for?" Cyn yelled. Mom and I were jolted out of our
embrace, she said, "You go deal with your sister, I'll be there in a
moment." True, mom was still in bed in what might have been black
lingerie she wore the night before. At least I thought I caught a
glimpse, but not my business. I went into the kitchen, and Cynthia was
ready to start cooking. "Is Mom ready? yes or no?" I replied, "Yes, I
think she is." "OK, great!" Soon enough, Cyn was ready to serve eggs and
bacon. Of course, that provided her an excuse to call me "lazy" and slap
me with the spatula. "Hey, don't get any grease on aunt Moria's nightie!"
I retorted. Sis just rolled her eyes, "as if she would care? But while
you're here, make yourself useful, put in some toast, you can at least
cook that." I had taken care of that, and we had the table set by the
time mom walked into the kitchen, looking much more assembled in loose
athletic pants and tank top.
She poured another cup of coffee, thanking Cynthia for making it, and for
cooking breakfast. We all enjoyed a Saturday meal together. Of course, I
felt really strange wearing a satin nightie and panties, but the events
of the last day and this morning made me feel more comfortable around my
mom and sister than I had for a long time. "Does anyone want seconds?" I
volunteered. "Just a little bit." "Me, too," mom and sis replied. I stood
up, took their empty plates, walked to the stove, and divided the
remaining food between them. It still felt strange to be wearing girls'
nightwear at breakfast. Oh well, I knew we'd do laundry today, I'd have
clean jeans, and this episode would be over with.
Sure enough, mom said, "OK girls, we need to go to the laundromat today.
We all need clean clothes." And Cynthia was more than happy to agree. We
finished breakfast, and Mom said, "You girls get ready to go out." When
Cyn and I were back in our bedroom, she said, "Hope it isn't tough on
you, sis," as I put on the same dress I had worn the day before. This
time, Cyn insisted I wear a pull-over training bra that she had outgrown.
"You wear my hand me downs so well, sis!" Mom had changed into capri
length jeans, a white ruffle blouse, and wedge sandals; Cyn we wearing
shorts and a t-shirt with cute gold sandals. And then the three of us
went out with a cart full of laundry. It was nearly a five block walk,
with a very full cart, so we shared pushing and navigating.
Mom was pissed when she saw my mud-covered jeans (and t-shirt)! She
washed them in the laundromat sink before she put them in the actual
washer, glowering at me the entire time. Cyn was no help, she just said,
"you shouldn't be such a dork, sis!" But once all the clothes were in the
washing machines, both Mom and Cynthia sat down next to me, and put their
arms around me. I knew I had to learn to be better, but they were both
forgiving.
And yes, Mom was not pleased that those jeans took extra time to wash.
While they were going through a second cycle, the woman at the adjacent
machine greeted us, while taking hers out of the wash, "I couldn't help
overhearing, I hate those thick stains. Fortunately, none in these loads,
since the apartment washer is broken, so I had to come here to the
laundromat." Cynthia said, "My stupid brother's fault." "Ah, fortunately,
I don't have to deal with that, although one growing girl is enough
work." She looked at mom and said, "Two, plus a boy, must be awful work."
Mom laughed, and said, "Yes, two girls would probably much easier."
Cynthia immediately giggled, too, grinning at me. "And glad my bratty
little brother isn't here," as she giggled again.
"I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself, I'm Elise, Mrs. Leavenworth" The
three of us shook hands with her as Cynthia introduced all three of us,
"My mom, Annie, I'm Cynthia, and this is Patricia." Surely I must have
blushed, as Elise went on, "I have a few of my daughter's dresses that
she has outgrown. I'm washing before giving to a charity store. Would
either of you girls like them? If they fit? They're mostly girls' size
Large." "Too small for me," Cynthia answered, "I'm wearing juniors' sizes
now. But I bet they'd fit Patty." Mom said, "That sounds wonderful. We
can always take them to a thrift store if they don't fit her." "Perfect,
that will save me a trip, and if they can go to good use, all the better.
Well, I'll be putting them in the dryer right now," as she moved her cart
across the room.
"Cool! You can put on a fashion show for me and mom tonight," Cynthia
softly exclaimed. "An excellent idea," agreed mom. I could only shrug,
most our laundry was in the dryer already, it was my mistake holding up
the last load. Mom and Mrs. Leavenworth chatted while Cynthia and I read
books, something we both did avidly. I could hear mom explain about our
our less-than-ideal living circumstances. She worked regularly in the
cleaning staff at a motel that wasn't high-budget, and sometimes as a
convenience or grocery store clerk/checkout/stocker/whatever. She was at
her worst when freaking out about making the rent, but she was calm and
happy today, despite it being the end of the month. They two women
stopped talking when the other dryer finished.
Mom said, "girls, Mrs. Leavenworth says she also has some shoes from her
daughter out in her car, you should try them on, too." Soon enough, our
first dryer finished, and the three of us set to folding clothes. It
suddenly seemed strange to be folding the boy clothes I usually wear. Ah,
well, it was only folding. We were ready to start folding the next load,
when Elsie wheeled her laundry cart over on her way out. "Here are four
dresses for Patricia, I hope they fit." They were already on hangers, and
looked a bit fancy, with obvious pink, white, and yellow. "Thank you so
much, Elsie," Mom said, "Pat ... Patricia, why don't you go out with Mrs.
Leavenworth and try on those shoes she has? Cynthia and I can finish
folding. Even those jeans that were such a chore!" "OK, mom," I said
softly. "Come along, Patricia," said Elise Leavenworth, and I followed
her out of the building.
The generic sneakers I was wearing were plenty comfortable, I thought as
Mrs. Leavenworth told me, "I hope those dresses work for you. Jaimie -
that's my daughter - looked pretty in all four." I just nodded and smiled
as we reached her car. She opened the trunk, and pulled out a grocery
bag. Then she opened the passenger door, and had me sit down. I was
careful to keep my skirt close as I got into the car. The first pair she
passed me was an adorable pair of white maryjanes, I slid off my shoes
and worked my foot into the right one ... but it was clearly too tight.
"Looks like your feet might be a bit large, let's try this pair next." It
was a pair of wedge sandals, and with their open toes and heels, I could
squeeze into them without much trouble. But the loafers, slippers, and
pink sneakers were also too small. "Oh well, one out of four isn't bad,"
she told me.
Back inside, Mrs. Leavenworth proudly announced, "Patricia will be
inheriting my daughter Jaimie's first pair of heels." Mom and Cynthia
both hugged me, although I didn't understand the ado. By then, our
laundry was all finished and folder. We bade goodbye to Elise, she had
exchanged contact information with mom, and rolled our laundry cart down
the street on the way back home (weighed down with four extra dresses and
a pair of shoes).
"Alright, kids, put your clean clothes away," mom ordered as soon as we
were in the door of our apartment. "Except for the dresses Trish is
showing us tonight, right, mom?" "Absolutely, Cynthia. Trish has plenty
of other clothes to put away right now." It was a relief that all my
jeans were now clean, I thought, as I put them, and my other regular guy
clothes away. The last couple days were ... interesting ... but I was
ready to "get back to normal," although I realized that probably wasn't
going to happen tonight. I heard a phone ring, and then a bit of
conversation from Cynthia, and then her classic yell, "mom! Kathy said
that she and Nadia are asking all the girls on the team to wear our color
on our nails tomorrow! Do you have turquoise polish?" And equally
typically, mom responded, "please, young lady, you don't need to yell
across this small apartment. But yes, I think so, let's go check." As
they walked into mom's room, Cyn turned to me, and beckoning, said, "you,
too, Patty!"
Mom did have quite a collection of makeup. She had to rummage through
disorganized nail polish vials, but she finally found one and asked
Cynthia, "this is the color, right?" Cyn squinted at it for a moment and
said, "yeah, that looks great, mom! Can you help me with some ... and
Trish, too?" I had seen mom paint Cynthia's nails before (and her paint
her own), but now they insisted on my participation. Well, I just had to
sit back while Cyn did my toes, and mom did my fingers, in a coral pink
color. Cynthia insisted that mom took a photo of her hands above mine,
showing our alternating turquoise (her) and pink (me) fingers. Of course,
mom loved it. "Will this come off?" I asked. "I can show you how, sis,"
said Cyn. "You should try on that matching pink dress Mrs. Leavenworth
gave you!"
While mom and sis were went to the kitchen, I went into our bedroom,
pulled off the dress I had worn the last two days, and pulled on the
solid pink dress with a large bib collar and full, short, skirt. I looked
at myself in the mirror, and admited it did look cute. I then slipped
into my new sandals, which showed off my pink toes perfectly. At first, I
nearly fell on my face in the sandals. The heels weren't that high, but
much more than I was used to. I walked out of the bedroom, and said,
"hi." Both gals gasped, and smiled. "Ooh, spin around in that, Trish!,"
Cynthia exclaimed. I smiled, and complied. "So cute!" said mom. It was
strange, but fun, to feel the skirt swish around my legs as I twirled. I
was just glad I didn't lose my balance from going around once. "Perfect
timing," mom continued, "can you set the table?" "Sure, mom, what are we
having?" Cynthia immediately answered, "Pasta, veggies, pesto sauce that
I made with basil from the community garden and garlic I chopped. Well,
mom helped, she got the olive oil, thanks, mom!"
I set plates, silverware, and glasses of water on the table. Mom brought
the pasta, and Cyn brought the mushrooms, peppers, and capers with pesto.
It was delicious, and my small family was all smiles. Although mom did
remind me to be careful to not spill sauce on my new dress, so I was sure
to eat carefully. After we finished, Cynthia wondered, "should Trish try
out some more makeup? That might look even prettier." Mom didn't ponder
long before saying, "We could do that." "Tell you what mom, I'll clear
the table and wash dishes while you take care of her." "That sounds
perfect, Cyn. Come along, Trish."
I followed mom back to her bedroom, where she sat me on her chair, and
started the application. I flinched as she lined my eyes and put mascara
on the lashes, although the eyeshadow wasn't so awkward. She put some
sort of cream on my face, then powder, and finally brushed red powder
onto my cheeks. I had no idea what to expect, but she took a step back to
take a look every so often, and seemed to react positively each time. She
smiled, fluffed my hair, and said, "You're almost ready," your sister has
to see this. "Oh, Cynthia!" she called in a voice that was much less
brash than her (older[!]) daughter's, yet just as compelling.
Cynthia bounded in the room, looked at me, and her jaw dropped. "So, mom,
how did you replace Patricia with an 18-year old goddess?" I gulped, that
was a few years older than me! "Has she seen this?" "Not yet," mom
replied. "She can put on her own lipstick, I did the rest. Turn around,
dear," she continued. I swiveled on the stool and looked in the mirror. I
definitely did not recognize the face, "I ... I can't believe it," I
stammered. "You are such a doll! And great job, mom. Do you like it,
sis?" "It is ... pretty ...." "And even more so when you put on your
lipstick like mom said." Mom, clearly agreeing with Cynthia, handed me a
tube, I removed the cap, looked into the mirror, and held the pink stick
up to my lips. I managed to get it "on target" for the most part, I
think, and both gals seemed pleased with the results. It did add an extra
... something ... when I smiled at the mirror.
"Should I try on another one of the dresses from Mrs. Leavenworth?" I
asked, still staring at myself in the mirror, pink dress, makeup and all.
"Absolutely, we don't have too much longer before bedtime, so you pick
one more for tonight. I have to work early tomorrow, you know that, and
Cynthia, you have early swim practice, correct?" Cynthia nodded, "yeah,
mom, not as early as you." As mom sighed, I walked back to the kids'
bedroom. I pulled off the pink dress, and picked up a yellow one from the
top of the pile. It had an interesting diagonal stripe bubble/dot pattern
(in white), and sort of a faux bow right in front. Like the previous one,
it was high-necked, and quite short, ruffled at the hemline. The material
seemed even finer and softer, which felt nice against my skin. I couldn't
think of which one I liked better, both were cute to see and ... fun to
wear?
Mom and Cynthia had gone to the living room, and both enthusiastically
greeted me wearing the yellow dress. I couldn't help but show off - twirl
and sashay a bit. Yes ... I was beginning to decide that wearing a dress
was fun ... but I wasn't sure if I wanted to admit that to my family.
Still, it was a nice family experience to sit between mom and Cyn while
we watched TV for a while. Well, except Cynthia reminding me several
times to keep my legs together in a short dress! I don't think mom was
paying much attention to that, but I realized I was soon compulsively
smoothing the skirt as I sat.
"OK, girls! Time for bed," mom ordered, "Cynthia, you'll ride your
bicycle to swim team?" "Yeah, mom, I told you. After that, I'm going to
hang out with Kathy and some of the other girls on the team, I'll be home
for dinner." "And what about you, young - er - lady?" mom looked at me
quizically as she spoke. "Um ... I don't know ... I thought I'd ride my
bike to the park, and ..." Mom cut me off, "Isn't that exactly what got
you into trouble this weekend? Making a complete mess of yourself?" "Um
... yeah, mom ..." I admitted. "So something else, OK?" "Yeah, mom."
"Good, let Cynthia know what your plans are before she leaves for swim
practice. Or Cynthia, if you have any ideas for your ... sister ... feel
free to tell her what she'll do." "No, problem, mom!" Cynthia instantly
replied, "Ok, mom." Followed from me a moment later. "Now you two get a
good night's rest!" she said, as she vacated to her room.
Cynthia pointed out that I had still been Patricia all day, and now had
nail polish on, so I'd be sleeping in the little nightgown again. She
said, "sooo cute!" once I had changed out of the dress into it. She was
wearing her usual tank top and shorts. "Come on, we better get your
makeup off," she added, so we walked into the bathroom. She helped me
with removal oil and cleansing pads before we finished our routine. "But
what about these?" I asked, as I held my pink-painted fingers in front of
my sister. "Oh, that will take a while, but I'll show you what to do
tomorrow before I leave for practice. Looks like you'll have all day,
anyway." I shrugged. "Ok, sis," and she hugged me back. "They look really
pretty on you!"
With that, we made our way back to our bedroom and got into our beds. I
was nearly asleep when Cynthia whispered, "Hey, sis!" I wanted to ignore,
but mumbled, "Umyeah." "Trish, did you like trying on those dresses today?
You really did look pretty, prettier than most girls I know." I sighed.
"I dunno, sis, it's just ... strange ... I'm really ready to go back to
being Patrick." "But that doesn't mean you *didn't* like it, does it?" I
sighed again. "Maybe, maybe not, but I'm ready to fall asleep." Cyn
quietly huffed, but sympathetically said, "Sorry, Patrick. Patricia. I
didn't want to put you on the spot, I'm just curious about what my
favorite sibling is thinking." "I'm your only sibling!" Cynthia buried
her head under her pillow as she laughed, "That's right, Trish, now you
go to sleep."
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