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Danny 2 Danielle Part XIX - Dani gets approved for gender affirming
hormones and then, lucky readers, this story has what every Fictionmania
story should have; a hockey game.
Donny says "ask for the pink strait jacket, you'll look quite fetching."
He zooms off.
I head in. Dr. Blumenthal is waiting for me at the door. "Danielle, is
that you under all those bandage? I hear that you've had several very
eventful days."
I tell the Doctor all things that happened over the last couple of days.
When I describe the attack in the school bathroom, she puts her pen down
and simply listens to every word.
When I get to the point about my decision to start wearing a dress at my
school, she smiles and says, "your school Superintendent contacted me
about a student who was 'cross dressing', for advice, they didn't say any
names, but I thought it was probably you."
We talk about the hatred behind the attack, the viciousness of my
schoolmates. I tell her that it hurts more than my broken nose. I talk
about my new friends and how much their support has meant to me. I start
crying. I talk about how badly I want to be accepted as a girl, but also
just as a human being. Doctor Blumenthal gets choked up, a tear runs
down her cheek. "You seem to be fine Dani, I think I'm the one that need
a counselor. Your story is very powerful, very meaningful to me."
I tell Dr. Blumenthal about my kinky dream where I am sexually assaulted
by Icky Nicky and also my kissing session with Diane. "I don't think you
need a psychologist to explain your dream about Nicholas. You are having
some doubts about some of the big steps that you have undertaken, that is
completely natural. Also, your mind is still processing your trauma from
your assault. As to your feelings about Diane, you are young, you'll
have feelings, crushes, about friends, teachers, and so forth, it
happens. If you are sexually attracted to men and women, so be it. Your
feelings, your attractions may change overtime, but don't over think it.
If you want to kiss Diane, have some fun."
"But isn't it weird? I should only be attracted to boys, and I think
about, well not boys, I like men. Big burly men, but then there are
times....well I just fantasize about women. They sort of look like Diane
and act like her, you know, 'tough broads', but still feminine."
"There are men who transition to women and continue to be attracted to
women. It's not that unique."
"Oh. I didn't know that." I look down and shyly tell my doctor, "I do
want them in charge, either gender, in my fantasies, they are kind of you
know, the boss of me. I like that."
"When you start dating Dani, try not to fall for the complete jerks even
if you are sexually attracted to them," says Dr. Blumenthal with a wry
smile. "Just some free advice from one gal to another."
"Got it Doc."
My mother arrives, also several other psychologists that make up my
review panel. I am sent into the waiting room, while the adults discuss
my fate. I know this was going to happen, so I bought some reading. I
try to read my new book, The Left Hand of Darkness. It's really good.
Once again I am too nervous to read it. The door that leads to the front
entrance is open just a little bit. It starts to push open. A furry
head looks in. It's the Blumenthal's dog, a gigantic Irish Wolfhound.
He or she is looking for attention. I invite the pony sized doggie into
the waiting room. I could use the company. I look at his or her dog tag
to learn his or her name and figure out if doggie is a boy or a girl. It
says Skye. That's not super helpful. Skye rolls over asking for a tummy
rub. Okay definitely a boy. After the tummy rub, I end up sitting on
the floor with Skye's horse sized head in my lap.
Mom comes out. "I see you have a new friend. They are still talking,
it's a lot of technical terms, lots of mumbo jumbo. How are you holding
up?"
"Okay...."
Mommy looks at me.
"I'm super nervous."
"It will work out honey. "
"Yeah, but in my favor?"
Dr. Blumenthal pokes her head out. "Dr. Blau they just had a couple more
questions. I see you found Skye. Skye likes belly rubs."
"He asked for one very early in our relationship, Dr. Blumenthal."
She smiles as mom re-enters the office. Skye gives me his 'sad eyes'
look. I return to petting my new friend. It feels like Skye knows that
I am stressed and is giving me comfort. Skye is a good friend. It
doesn't take long. I'm invited back into the office.
Everyone is smiling, that's a good sign. "We won't keep you waiting, we
are going to authorize that you receive female hormones immediately."
I smile but my legs wobble. Mom stands up and holds onto me. "I was so
nervous."
"I am Dr. Moulin it's nice nice to meet you young lady. These our my
colleagues Dr. Frye and Dr. Goldman."
"Hello." Mom has me sit next to her.
They begin talking in that technical language. I can kind of follow it.
They wind down. "Did you hear anything after they said hormones, dear?"
says mommy to me.
"Uhm, sort of."
"Summing up, we would treat this case differently if you hadn't been so
grievously injured by the car accident. Fate has moved our hands. You
are sort of a blank canvas, that needs to be painted. We cannot delay
your puberty, it need to starts immediately, so it's either column A or
column B." says Dr. Frye.
"Welcome to femininity," says to Dr. Blumenthal.
I bite my hand. I fight my tears, I start to tremble. I've never wanted
something so badly. I just didn't know how badly I had wanted it. Mom
hugs me as I sob. "Thank you, you just don't know.....how....what this
means to me......"
'You don't have to thank us Dani, I know we end up being the gatekeepers,
but we are simply meeting your emotional and medical needs."
I just continue to cry. I finally get a hold of my emotions. I look up.
The psychologists are being very patient with me. Of course it's their
job.
"We have a medical doctor that specializes is transsexual cases, who
works in conjunction with a psychiatrist. Your mother can make an
appointment."
"I know what you are going to ask me Dani; I'll take the first available
appointment dear." I smile and nod and give mommy a big thumbs up.
Later in the car, mommy tells me that a big topic discussion by the panel
had been about my father. "They want feedback from both parents, and I
agree with them, but your father is in no shape to make a decision. He
is really struggling in rehabilitation. I know he's relapsed. I am sure
that he is furious with me, and he would fight me, tooth and nail, on
you getting hormones, just to be oppositional with me. Despite his
issues, he is your father and I have to convince the judge for there to
be some visitation, he loves you, and I know not seeing you and Donny is
tearing him up inside."
I feel dread. Dad is going freak when he sees me.
"Honey, I know that seeing your father will be very difficult for you,
but it will take time for the courts to make a decision, I haven't even
made the request, but what are you going to do honey, hide from your dad
for five years?"
"Maybe?" I say with a smile.
"Honey, your Dad loves you as much as I do. He really does. You in
dresses will be a major blow to his male pride, but we need to educate
him and ultimately your father will want you to be happy. I believe that
very strongly. Let's not worry about your Dad right now, let's get you
on your hormones. I am very excited for you honey."
"Thanks mom. Did I mention that you are like a super mom to me and
Donny? Most mommies don't ask judges to increase visitation, I know that
from our friends that have gone through divorces."
"Those women may have legitimate reasons, but most can't get past their
anger at their ex-husbands. I can't do that and I won't. Sober; your
father is an excellent parent. As to me being a super-mom? You haven't
brought that up recently, but feel free say it, liberally and
enthusiastically."
"You betcha Mommy."
We head home, largely to feed Donny before the big game. He had already
raided the refrigerator with his friend and fellow teammate, Ivan. Mom
and I makes them peanut and butter and banana sandwiches and mom also
makes sure to cram in a few vegetables into the boys. We are quite sure
before we got home, it had been a dinner entirely of junk food. Mom
takes Donny to the side, I am sure to tell him about the hormone
situation. He comes back and shoots me a huge grin and a thumbs up. He
seems really happy for me. Ivan and Donny have to leave much earlier
than we do for the game. They take off for the game in the Red Tornado.
Tad shows up to go watch the big game with us. That's not unusual. Tad
lost his mom to cancer about five years ago. Tad comes over to visit
Donny, but then he branches off and spends time talking to mom.
Sometimes you just need to talk to a 'mom' about things, and our Mom is
more than happy to spend time with Tad and fill that void, even a little
bit, he must have in his heart. Tad has standing invite, it is simply
unsaid. Tad does show up with two more friends, Fred and Karl; both good
friends of the Donster and both football players. These are clearly our
bodyguards. Donny must've asked them to go with us since I'll be going
out in public, and most people know that I am a boy in a dress. Anyhow,
Fred and Karl, are only slightly smaller than Tad, I wouldn't mess with
them. I just don't know how we are going cram ourselves into mom's Saab.
Mom assesses the food situation and declares that we are going make
waffles for dinner, always a big hit. The teenage boys are extremely
happy with that decision. It's seriously cramped in the Saab. I end up
sitting in Tad's lap in the back seat. It's a little weird, but Tad's
kind of like family, which makes it less weird and more weird at the same
time. I'm just glad that the Saab made it to the ice rink which sits on
top of a steep hill, mommy had downshift twice, with all the extra
teenage tonnage.
The game is about to start, and no appearance by Joan. Mommy, Tad, and I
note her absence. "Hmpph," I say. 'Hurumph," says Tad. "Hmmmmmmm,"
says mom. I see Betty, Denise, and Rhonda. I make the connection,
Betty's brother, Elliot, plays on Donny's team, although he is just a
freshman, and doesn't get much playtime yet. Donny is starting the
starting center and has been since his sophomore year. We shift around
so 'the girls' can sit next to me. I give Denise 'the eye', and say "big
hockey fan?"
'Totally, I thought you knew that I went to all the games," she smiles
back.
"Hmmmmm, I go to most of the games, I can't say I recall seeing much of
you here. Perhaps something or someone," I arch my eyebrows,"has sparked
your interest in the sport? You too Rhonda?"
'Nope, just here for the thrill of the game....but if your brother just
happened to be here skating, I mean that could be a good thing," says
Denise with a sly smile.
"My brother will appreciate his own personal cheering section."
Actually, our section is steadily expanding, 'the Donster girls' are here
with Betty's parents. I am introduced as Danielle. I am thrilled by
that of course. If Betty's parents know anything about my gender
identity, they play it very cool.
"So's where's our competition?" says Betty.
"Yeah, let's see the succubus that has seduced our sweet innocent Donny,"
says Denise.
"She's not here, I don't want to gossip about my brother, but to be
succinct, their relationship is a little rocky right now..."
Tad who has been sitting next to me and talking to my mother, on his
other side, without missing a beat turns to us and says "Joanie's a piece
of work," and resumes talking to my mommy.
The girls all smile. They are too young for Donny, (well they better be
too young for Donny) but hey, a gal's got to dream.
Our group expands either further as Tad's girlfriend, Sasha, the captain
of the women's softball team sits with us, along with a few other girls,
who might be dating or at least interested in Fred and/or Karl. The game
is close. Donny is super fast on ice. He is a constant threat to break
away from his defenders. Early in the first period, Donny 'picks the
pocket' of the attacking forward, steals the puck from him, and rockets
past the defenders who can't keep up with him, Donny fakes a slap shot to
the goal and then back hands it in, right through the goalie's legs.
It's a big league move. Our whole section leaps up in cheers.
Betty says, "wow your brother is fast. The defense can't keep up with
him."
"I think he just gets just a tick faster every game," I say.
During the first intermission, I whisper to the girls that I've been
approved for female hormones. They look very excited for me. All three
girls very quietly chant "boobies" a few times.
"Well that is up to the goddess of genetics, if I truly develop."
"You mom is pretty stacked," says Denise.
"So you'll probably luck out in that regard," says Rhonda.
"I never really thought about that," I look at mommy as she is chatting
with Betty's mom.
Mom's a thin build, but she's full chested gal. "Hopefully no more
bralettes for this gal, it's time for C cups," I say with a big smile as
I point to my chest.
"Dream big Danielle, double D's," says Betty.
The girls discuss what else, besides, ahem, blossoming, I want to do over
the summer.
"Don't laugh at me, but if it existed, I would want to go to girl boot
camp, and just do girl stuff, learn makeup and hair, and wear cute
dresses, discuss fashion, and practice how to walk like a girl, all that
stuff."
"Camp Powderpuff," says Rhonda. "Where boys that are really girls can
glam it up."
"Diane could go with you, she could femme it up a bit," says Betty.
"Be nice, Betty. Diane has always been a tomboy through and through, but
at now a days, she's at least wearing a little makeup."
"Saints be praised," says Betty.
'Do they suspect?' I wonder. 'It was just a joke. Right?' I think to
myself.
Mom says "I heard about Camp Powderpuff, girls, and I think I have more
practical suggestion. Mrs. Bianchi has invited you, if you are
interested to go with them to Betty's summer baking classes. It starts
on Monday and runs for four weeks. You've been enjoying cooking for the
family, what do you think Danielle?"
"I'm just a beginner but Mom's right, I do like cooking and I'd like to
learn how to bake."
"We'll have fun learning together. Mom named me after Betty Crocker,"
says Betty.
"That's not true Betty, stop telling fibs," says Mrs. Bianchi, "Actually
I named her after Betty Boop."
Betty puts her hands on hips, wriggles them, and sings, "Boop-Oop-a-
Doop."
"Now I am totally confused Betty told me she's named for Betty Rubble,"
jokes Denise.
"Well Barney is such a total hunk," says Betty.
"Betty and Wilma needed to aim higher, talk about settling," I say.
"Very true," says Rhonda.
"Hush girls, the game is starting," says mommy, who has throughly
enjoying our banter.
The second period is very close. They finished the first period tied one
all. Donny doesn't score but he gets an assist and then they go into the
third period tied two all.
During the second intermission, the girls invite me to go off to use the
bathroom and 'powder our noses'. I want to join them, but should I? My
going into a female bathroom is probably against the law. I make up an
excuse, and they take off. Mom sees my face. She heard our discussion.
She whispers to me, "did you want to go with them?"
"Yes, but......you know."
"I have to go, let's catch up to them. I'll scout it out with you. I
don't think it will be a problem, you look very much like my daughter."
We catch up to the girls, there is the inevitable line at the women's
bathroom. Denise whispers to me, "I am sorry, it didn't realize until
after we left that we put you in an awkward position."
Rhonda says, "yeah, we just think of you as one of the girls now, we
didn't really think about it."
"I'll take that as a compliment. Mom says it probably won't be a
problem, so I'm game.
No one seems to be paying me any attention. I enter the woman's bathroom
and I am disappointed that it looks like the men's room without the
urinals. Where's the plush pink ottomans, the golden swan faucets, and
the flowery wallpaper? All those movies from the twenties and thirties
really created a false impression that I was going to have an elegant
experience. Although our county ice rink isn't exactly a swanky
Manhattan nightclub. I touch up my makeup before I head back, just so I
can have some sort of a feminine experience.
Once we return to our seats, Mom learns from Tad that a new hairdresser
at mom's beauty salon in Greenwich Village is none other than Tad's
cousin who performs a drag show. "New York is so huge, but it's still a
small world. My regular hairdresser is very pregnant and she and her
husband are moving to the suburbs and Carol is going to find work in
Edison. So, I'll to try Mikey. Now I know you are cousins, I can see
the resemblance." Betty's parents and mom decide to treat the group to
the infamous Southern Westchester County Regional ice rink hot chocolate.
Tad and I are sent to fetch the world's most watery cocoa in those white
styrofoam cups. It's June but we are watching ice hockey, they keep the
arena somewhat chilled.
The third period starts and the game is still close, Donny gets another
assist and we go ahead by one goal. Unfortunately, Donny is clearly
tripped by an Edgemont player away from the puck. The referee totally
misses it. Donny gets up quickly, but the Edgemont team presses the
advantage and the defense breaks down; Edgemont ties it with seconds left
on the clock.
"Booooooo! Get some glasses ref!"
It goes to overtime. Our group is irate. Dang cheaters. Overtime is
sudden death with just three skaters a side. Donny is one of the three
of course, he's the team leading scorer. Donny wins the face off and
skates at break neck speed towards the opponents' goal with the puck. He
charges the goal but at the last second Donny makes a 'no look' pass to
the wide open forward flanking him. Bruce slaps in the winning goal,
easily. Once again, a 'big league' play from the Donster, going for the
high percentage shot and gets a quasi- 'hat trick' for getting three
assists. The family behind us was clearly rooting for Edgemont, the
father of that family asks mom, "is that your son, the center?"
"That's my boy."
"He's pure dynamite. He's so much fun to watch."
"We're very proud. Who's your boy."
"Over there, he's chatting with your son right now, the redhead. He's one
that tripped your boy, I'm sure his coach told him to do it," says the
dad with a smile.
Mom laughs. "I think that just fired Donny up for the overtime."
"He certainly was, how much time expired in overtime, ten seconds?"
Hey, the Donster kicked some serious A, tonight. Our 'body guards' ask
if they can stay at the ice rink so they can party it up with the winning
hockey team. Mommy says it's fine with her, so long as it is okay with
their parents. They assure mom that it isn't a problem. Mom says that
she is going to call when she gets home their parents and double check,
so if it going to be a problem, fess up now. The boys are very earnest
that their curfews don't start until midnight. It's not late for high
school kids on a Friday night, mom was probably bluffing, but who knows?
Mr. Bianchi, perhaps aware of recent crazy events, and certainly the
bandages on mommy and me are a constant reminder of said craziness,
offers to walk with mommy and me to our car. "Our daughter has told us
some of thing that have happened to your family Mrs. Blau, if some idiot
tried to do something to you or your lovely daughter on the way home, I
would never forgive myself, but I wouldn't have to deal with my guilt for
long; my wife would kill me," he says with a big smile.
"Thank you Michael, we both feel safer with an escort."
"So many crazy people these days, with crazy ideas; the good people
should always try to help out, if we can," he says with a wry smile. We
get to our car without a problem
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