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The Woman of the House and Her Girls.
We would have been some sight for any boy from my old school passing by,
our mum and her three daughters. Only, what would any such boy be doing
in our living room?
Mum was wearing a nightie, which suited a sophisticated woman of her age
and which was rather less provocative than the red lace neglig?e that my
older sister, Cara, was wearing or the white silk and lace slip my
younger sister Sharon was wearing or the black silk and lace slip I was
wearing.
We had taken turns to paint each other's fingernails and toenails as we
watched the film and cried as Leo drowned. His drowning could have been
said to symbolise masculinity in our house, although we wouldn't have
shed any tears for that just as we wouldn't for Billy Zane's character if
he had drowned in Leo's place.
Yes, it would all come off when we hit the nail bar in the morning to
have our nails done properly. Cara had told us that meant manicures,
pedicures and nail extensions so we had had the veet treatment so there
was no embarrassing hair on our legs or arms.
That night I had a dream of going back to the boy's school and the boys
all cheering and patting me on the back as if we had won a rugby match
only in the dream I was dressed in my costume for the play, yes, as
Frank'n'Furter, and the boys, as they touched me, changed from being boys
in their school uniforms, to cheerleaders with pom-poms.
"Get out, Tracey, before you turn this school into a gerle's school,"
said the Headmaster.
"But it always was, is, and will be a gerle's school, Headmistress," I
said as the Headmaster turned into the Headmistress of Julia's school.
Then I dreamt I woke up and I was having sex with the rugby team,
alongside Sharon. We both lay there as each of the team fucked us.
I woke to Mum shaking me gently. "Wake up Tracey and go and join your
little sister in your big sister's bedroom. Cara's picking out dresses
for you all to wear. She's really enjoying this."
Great, just what every girl wants, to be told what to wear by her older
sister, I thought to myself.
It ended up with Cara wearing jeans and a white shoulderless top and
Sharon and I wearing white shoulderless tops with denim miniskirts.
We looked, for the first time in our lives, like sisters in our matching
outfits.
Cara was wearing trainers and I was wearing the same heels that I had
been wearing yesterday as I watched Sharon putting on a pair of high
wedge heels with a rainbow pattern that Mum had bought her. Shoes that
screamed "I am LGBTQ!"
I watched Sharon stumble around for a while with some help from mum
before eventually becoming the mistress of her own fate and learning to
walk for herself on such impossibly high heels.
We were off to the nail bar, my mum and her daughters.
They recognised mum and Cara. Mum introduced them to her younger
daughters. I had already got comfortable in my femininity as they did my
manicure and I had kicked off my heels for my pedicure but I was keen to
see how Sharon responded. I now had scarlet nails on my hands and feet
that had been glued on and were that bit too long to be natural.
It seemed that after last night Sharon had taken to being a girl like a
girl to yoga. She had baby pink nails that were similar to mine.
It was only as we were having our ears pierced that Sharon whispered to
me, "Tracey, do you know how to get these nails off? There are boys who
wear earrings like ours, aren't there?"
"No, I don't know how to get these nails off Sharon, but why would I want
to? I am a girl now and I am going to Julia's school on Monday. And no,
I don't know any boys who wear gold hoop earrings like the ones you and I
are wearing."
"But what am I going to do when I go to school on Monday?" Sharon asked.
She started to look rather panicked.
Mum was on hand. "You should have thought of it when you started
misgendering your sister, Sharon. You brought this on yourself young
lady."
But just as she was about to cry Mum said, "But don't worry Sharon, you
can go to school with your sister."
"Great," said Sharon. "The choice is return to school as a girl or go to
a girl's school!"
We laughed.
Sharon frowned but then laughed too.
When we got home Mum said "Now there are four ladies in this house, we
are going to divide up what your Dad calls the women's jobs. Tracey, as
you have a maid's outfit, put it on and do the dusting and vacuuming.
Cara, you can cook dinner and Sharon you can do the ironing and washing
up but wear gloves when you wash up, I don't want you ruining your
nails."
We did our chores and after dinner Mum sat down to watch Sex and the
City.
"Now don't stay up too late girls, remember Monday is your first day at
school."
The following morning I put on my black bra, panties, suspenders and
fishnet stockings and heels before going to put on my purple skirt and
white blouse and my school jacket. Somehow it didn't seem odd to do the
buttons up the other way any more than having the zip on my skirt behind
me instead of in front of me.
Sharon was dressed similarly when I got down to breakfast but she was
wearing a white bra instead of a black one and black tights instead of
fishnets.
Julia met me when I got to school with Sharon. "Sharon, I will introduce
you to some nice girls in your class, be careful to look and sound like a
girl, but you should fit in and soon be one of the girls."
"Tracey, watch out for Sam, she's told everyone about you. It's going to
be harder for you to fit in as everyone knows who you were. Tell
yourself they know who you were, not who you are. Our class is over
there, see you in there in a few minutes. I will just help your sister
find her class."
While Julia was introducing Sharon to some girls in her class I went into
our class.
Sam was waiting.
"Oh my god! Not only are you a tranny but you dress like a
streetwalker!" She laughed at me spitefully.
Just then the teacher arrived.
"Sam, that's no way to welcome the captain of the first 15!" That was an
odd way to make me feel welcome, remind me I am a boy, but tell Sam off
for calling me a street-walking tranny. "Tracey, look around you, how
many of the other girls are wearing a black bra under a white blouse?
And the school uniforms is black tights but you seem to be wearing
fishnet stockings. Perhaps you will give more thought to your clothing
tomorrow?"
"Yes, Miss," I said submissively.
The rest of the day was relatively uneventful, but I had come to realise
how lucky I was to have the Professor as my girlfriend. I hadn't
realised how much brighter than me Julia is.
At the end of the day I had to go to meet the headmistress with Sharon.
We were told I would be expected to play lacrosse, netball and hockey
with the other girls and swim with them too. However I would have my own
changing room as everyone knew that I was not a cisgender girl but Sharon
would be exempt from games as Mum had enrolled her on a yoga course.
"It's to stop the girls finding out that Sharon is not a cisgender girl,"
the headmistress told us. "But everyone knows who you are, Tracey, so
there's no point trying to pretend that you were born a girl."
While we were at school Mum had been busy with Cara transforming our
bedroom into a girl's bedroom, sticking posters of boy bands on the wall
and hanging up pink curtains and putting pink silk sheets on our beds.
They had also ordered my sports kit and a yoga bra and pants for Sharon.
We were surprised to find out what Mum and Cara had done to our room.
We had started to settle in to the school after our first week and Mum
and Cara were always on hand at home to guide us in how to act like young
women.
I had found it easier to get the hang of "Sweet Tranvestite" than the
drama teacher thought but she told me I still had to work on the
confidence as she told us that the boys would only join us a few days
before the show. "Girls, remember you are young ladies, not sluts and to
behave like ladies. Treat the boys like ladies too, but they will be
dressed like sluts for the Floor Show."
Later that evening I was reminded that Dad was due back when Sharon said
"I wonder what Dad will think, Tracey, when he gets home tomorrow!"
Dad got home whilst we were at school and was sitting in the living room
when we came in wearing our school uniforms. Sharon was just telling me
how excited she was to dress up in the French Maids outfit to do her
chores when we saw Dad sitting there.
"Who are these young ladies?" he asked Mum, looking at us.
We could see he thought that he recognised us but was struggling to
understand he now had three daughters and no sons.
He looked at our faces and earrings.
He went pale.
"Oh my god! What are you doing dressed as girls, Tracey and Pedro? How
could you let your mother and sister humiliate you like this?"
"And I thought that you were a feminist, Robin!" said Mum. "How dare you
speak to your daughters like this! Wasn't it your hero Iggy Pop who said
"I am not ashamed to dress "like a woman" because I don't think it's
shameful to be a woman," And you treat your daughters like this! We
called Tracey by a unisex name because you thought she might want to
experiment and you agreed we would bring her up gender neutral."
Dad stormed off to his bedroom but Mum went right after him.
We got changed out of our school uniforms and got dressed as French Maids
to do our chores. Cara was also dressed as a French Maid as she prepared
the meal.
We could hear Mum and Dad arguing upstairs.
Mum came into the kitchen wearing a French maids outfit too, although her
dress was knee length whereas the three of us were in mid thigh length
outfits. What was going on? I wondered.
"Your Dad's lost his job, girls," Mum said before going back up to their
room. "I'll be back in a minute."
The next moment Mum returned leading our Dad into the room, except he
wasn't really recognisable as our Dad or even as "he" any more.
"This is your Aunt Robyn, girls," Mum said.
The only way Robyn looked different from us was that she wasn't wearing
earrings or nail extensions but she was in a mid thigh length French
Maids outfit too.
"What happened, Aunt Robyn?" Cara asked.
"Your mother explained how Tracey landed the lead role in the play and
now considers herself to be a girl and how Sharon upset her by
misgendering her. She told me also about how much closer the four of you
had become since you, Tracey and Sharon, started to dress as your true
selves, as girls. She suggested that, like I always say, before I judge
you that I walk a mile in your shoes."
Robyn smoothed her skirt.
"I tried to tell her that I am the man of the house and that men don't
wear women's shoes."
Mum walked in. "I told your Aunt Robyn that there hasn't been a man of
the house in a long time as the man of the house was never there. His
boys had an absent father and had now come to self identify as women as
they couldn't identify as men. I told her I am the woman of the house
and there's no place for a man in this house any more when he has to
misgender and deadname his own daughters. If your Aunt Robyn wants a
relationship with you it will be as one of the girls. She can be like
every gerle as the legal term "every man" should be.
So Mum had now taken over as the woman of the house and we were her
girls.
"Tomorrow we are taking your aunt to the nail bar and to get her ears
pierced," Mum said in an authoritative voice that would accept no
argument and we could see the resignation in Aunt Robyn's mascaraed eyes.
I wondered if Cara had another denim miniskirt and shoulderless top...
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