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Danny 2 Danielle Part XVIII - Dani has her first kiss.
The next two days kind of fly by for me. It's just filled with finals.
Even the bullies are too stressed out to bully. We kind of just go
quietly from class to class, taking our tests. I only had one incident.
Someone painted "panty loving faggot" on my locker. Almost immediately
the janitor staff removed my locker door and replaced it. Unfortunately
the only replacement locker doors were pink instead of the yucky
institutional green. It was kind of funny, me having the only pink
locker. Most of the students decided it was a sign or kismet. My friends
put all sorts of positive stickers on it. Rainbows, hearts and girl
power; that kind of things. It really cheered me up. Despite the one
incident, which did suck, school was pretty much uneventful. After the
last bell, that was it. I had officially survived the seventh grade! We
went to Denise's house for a little get together. Mostly the lunchroom
gang, but a few boys, as well. Denise's mom had made a fruit punch, with
real fruit, not just Kool Aid or Hawaiian Punch, and brownies and
cookies. The party is on their backyard patio.
The conversation is about summer plans. Mine is to get on female
hormones. The rest of my summer is totally up in the air. Sports camps
are all gender specific. Overnight camp? Which tent would I be staying
in, boys or girls? I had been using the single bathroom at the main
office at the school or at or nurse's room, which were reserved for the
super shy bladder people and girls that were having, you know, their time
of the month, and wanted some privacy. Needless to say, I am very vague
about my summer plans. I did learn that Denise and Rhonda play tennis.
I'll join in, but first I have to get a tennis dress. Something extra
perky, I declare.
"You could wear shorts Dani, it is the twentieth century," says Diane.
"Not this girl, I've gone through a lot to wear skirts."
The girls laugh. "That's true," says Betty.
Having the boys here really changes the dynamic. There is definitely a
lot of flirting going on. I'm not ready to join in. Even if there was a
boy not currently treating me like I am radioactive. I get it, lots of
the boys here have known me as a boy, for years. They know I've got
'extra equipment' under my skirt. I may get acceptance from some of my
new girlfriends, but the boys, that's not happening anytime soon. Diane
and I start chatting, and then Diane excuses herself to go to the
bathroom. Speaking of boys, I start thinking about my best friends
Xavier and Patrick. Pats is still at boarding school in Massachusetts.
Patrick is super smart and both of his parents are Harvard graduates.
Xavier (or the X--man as he is known by) has started going to a fancy
private day school nearby, and he has been hanging out with his new
friends from that school. Before the car accident, I was feeling
somewhat abandoned, that the three musketeers had broken up. Now that I
am publicly identifying as a girl, I don't think our friendship is going
to survive that kind of change. Would it? I don't know. It would feel
very weird, no matter what.
As I return from my thinking about my formerly close friends to the
present, I see that Diane left some time ago. I go looking for her, she
had seem upset when she had left. She's standing in the library. Her
eyes are red. She's been crying.
"Diane, what's wrong?"
"Denise invited a bunch boys over for the party we were jointly
planning....."
"And it changed the party to this." I start batting my eyes and holding
my hands flat against my face and pretending to swoon.
"Yes. And......."
Diane starts tearing up. Diane is such a tough girl, seeing her
emotional is something out of place. I know what this about, at least I
think I do. Diane has been dropping major hints.
I signal to Diane to sit on the couch with me. "You are not interested
in the boys," I say.
"You understand Dani, what it feels like to be different from your
friends. Sometimes I think I should have been born a boy, but I don't
really, I like being a girl, I really do, boys are disgusting at best."
"You are a girl who likes girls."
Diane nods. "It's so hard. I ....I.....sorry, I fear I'll lose my
friends, that they won't understand. And I ......" Diane starts crying.
"
"I won't tell Diane, what I think you are going to tell me."
"It hurts so much Dani, when you have feelings for someone, really strong
feelings and you know that it can never happen."
I just nod. "I think Denise is really great, I see why you have feelings
for her."
"I love her. I really do!" Diane starts sobbing. Ouch, unrequited
love. It hurts. I may be young, and I can't say that I have really had
a major crush yet, I think I have been sorting out my gender issues, but
I certainly have had a 'girl crush' with Denise. She is totally awesome.
Diane's feelings are much more, acute, than mine.
"It's going to happen to all of us Diane, we get our hearts smushed. Mom
says it's part of life, part of growing up."
"You can't tell anyone!"
"Of course not."
"I feel so stupid, thank you for listening."
"That's what friends are for silly."
Suddenly I am staring in Diane's eyes, she is looking into mine. Without
thinking, we kiss. On the lips! We pull back and smile. "That was
weird," I say to Diane.
"Definitely," says Diane.
I look at her again. Smile. We kiss again.
I look around. We are so going to get caught if we keep this up.
"Let me fix your makeup Diane, and we should return to the party."
"Yeah." I fix up Diane's face. She wears just a little makeup, but it
had totally streaked from her crying.
"Was that your first? You know, kiss?" asks Diane as I finish fixing her
face.
"Hold still, I am repairing your lipstick, you can't talk. "Yeah, It was
my first. Hopefully not my last. Maybe it was good that I did it with
a
friend."
"Yeah. You need to fix your lipstick a little bit." I fix mine.
"You are a very good kisser," says Diane.
"Thank you. You are a fantastic kisser."
Diane smiles. "Stop it, how would you know. You've got nothing to
compare it too."
"True, but I stand my statement. You were pretty darn awesome."
"Who do you think when you are fantasizing about your perfect lover?"
"Usually It's a guy, very hairy with muscles. He is taller than me, and
kind of rough with me. I think about Wolverine from the X-man
sometimes." Diane looks down. "I said usually, because but sometimes
it's a women, like Wonder Woman." Diane smiles at me. "A women who is
taller than me...." I look up at Diane, who is taller than me by a few
inches. "A women who is kind of a tough girl, with muscles." I squeeze
Diane's muscular arm. "A woman who takes charge, and is also kind of you
know assertive with me." I wink at Diane.
"We should kiss again, sometime. Not here of course. Somewhere private.
So we can practice."
"Just practice?"
"That didn't come out right. I'm sorry. I mean we can kiss, but not be,
you know be girlfriends, you know lovers, you know just friends, but
really good friends. That's what I meant."
"I'd like that. We can be friends and still do that for fun," I say.
"Sure," says Diane.
"We should...." I say.
"Get back to the party?"
"Yep."
Diane and I return. I don't think our more boy crazy girlfriends missed
us. Their attention was pretty much focused on boys, who were telling
them a long story about something. Actually the story is a little
confusing, but who cares, I had my first kiss! Even if it wasn't with my
one true love.
Even Denise, who I think is interested in Brent who is telling the
rambling story, seems relieved when it gets to its conclusion. Brent is
tall. I think that's a good thing. I want to look up at my lover.
Brent has blond hair and it's wavy. That's a very good thing. Brent
seems generally nice. That is super important. But, he has fish lips
though. He does! Anyhow, that Denise's problem, not mine. Maybe fish
lips equals great kisser.
Denise desperately wants to change subjects. She turns to me and says,
"so Dani, you and Diane are like total lesbo lovers, and you say you want
to be a girl, but then you are totally into chicks, what the hell is
wrong with you? Also I hate you and I'll never be your friend."
Okay none of that happened. Stupid brain. That's what flashed in my
brain when she turned to me and said my name. She really said, "So Dani,
I know that Diane is doing her sport camps thing, but what are you going
to do for the summer?"
"Heal." I point to my bandages and my eyepatch. I get a laugh. "But
seriously I....." oh what the hell I think to myself. "I want to
concentrate on going through puberty."
Betty says with a smile "well we all are going through puberty ....."
She pauses and it dawns on her what my problem is with the issue. "Yeah,
I'm kind of stuck, no....." I point at my groin. "I don't have 'any you
know what's.' I need to take hormones since I don't make any naturally
and I really want, you know, the kind of ones that match how I feel and
dress. Soooooo, I want the female kind."
"Does that mean you would grow breasts?" blurts out Brent.
"Well yeah." Everyone laughs, but not in a mean way.
"Cool," says Brent. Every boy present is now imagining me with boobies.
"Maybe big giant ones." I throw up my arms. "Who knows!"
The boys and then some of the girls start chanting "boobies!" Once
again, not in a mean way.
Denise says "guys shut up, my mom is going to hear you."
Denise's mom does make a sudden appearance. She is refilling the punch
bowl and smiling. The kind of smile that says 'yes I heard you, cut it
out, and I won't say another word.' Once Denise's mother leaves, Denise
pinches my ass. I yelp. "There's always one trouble maker," she says
with a grin.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to get anyone in trouble."
"I'm sure my mom is laughing her patootie off right now. Besides I think
all of us girls would love to go to camp Ta Ta's for the summer."
That joke gets a big laugh. The boys all smile and cheer. The party
starts breaking up. Some friends are walking home, but others are
getting picked up by their family, if it's far. We are hanging out in
the front yard. "So is your brother picking you up?" says Rhonda.
"That's the plan. He's done with hockey practice and he's supposed to
swing by. I am sure he'll be all hot and sweaty," I say with a big
smile.
"Stop it," says Rhonda.
"He might be wearing his cut off sweat shirt so his big biceps are
showing," I say in a silly voice.
Rhonda is turning red, and looking down but she is also nodding.
"Better move fast Rhonda, I may have to make my move first," says Betty
with a big smile.
"What kind of girls does Donny like?" says Betty. "Buxom?" She points
to herself and puts her hand on her hip and thrusts her chest out. "Or a
bean pole?" she nods at Rhonda.
"Uhm, breathing," I say jokingly. "He's a boy, he's not picky, just you
know....he's just horny." The girls giggle and say gross, but in a
coquettish way. "Speaking of the devil," whispers Denise. Donny pulls
up in the Red Tornado and he is wearing the cut off sweat shirt. She
whispers, "those arms are looking just fine." He waves at my girlfriends
and I leap in the car.
"You are getting quite the fan club amongst my friends."
"Shut up Dani," says my brother, fighting a smile.
"Thanks for picking me up, Big Bro."
"It's not safe for you yet, there's a bunch of freaks....I'm not trying
to scare you, but we have to be careful."
"I understand. You are good older brother."
"Hey we have to look out for each other."
"Any luck on the Joanie front?"
"No, she's refusing to talk to me, but I'm getting some very strange
notes from her."
"Strange? How?"
"Sort of I love you but I hate you kind of stuff. I'll show them to you
later, I've got the big game tonight and I need to stay focused."
"Mom and I are going, we will cheer super loud as you squish Edgemont
into teeny tiny High School bits."
"Well here you are Dani, have fun having your head shrunk." We are
outside Dr. Blumenthal's home and office. "I'm not the crazy sibling,
you are the crazy one," I say in a hysterical tone and point at my
brother accusingly . "True Dani, but like most serial killers, I look
entirely normal until it's too late!" Donny laughs manically as he
pretends to strangle me. I get out of the car, "well good luck with
that," I say with a big grin. Donny says "ask for the pink strait
jacket, you'll look quite fetching." He zooms off.
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