The Question

by Brandi Simpson

 

Mike was just your average thirteen year old boy. Like all thirteen year old boys he had secrets, like which girl in his class he secretly liked and that favorite song that everyone hated but he liked and the fact that he wish he had born a girl. Yes, Mike, Mr. Average Boy secretly wished that he had been born a girl. For as long back as he could remember he had always wish that for just one day he could be a girl. Why? He did not know. He had never been able to put a finger on the exact reason. All that he knew is that if he ever had the choice to make he would be a girl. When he was younger, around the age of five or so, he would always be in his mother's closet, trying on her shoes and clothes. His mother would yell at him when she caught him, telling him that he was a boy and that boys did not wear girl's clothes. But he continued doing it, in secret. Just like today. Mike's heart jumped into his throat when Tammy asked him to take her shoes up to the spare room and to bring down her slippers. Tammy had been sitting for his mother for the last couple of years and Mike had always wanted to try on some of her stuff mainly because she was younger and had much better clothes that his mother did. He had carried the shoes up the steps while Tammy continued to talk on the phone. Once he had gotten into the room he quickly took his socks of and slid his feet into high heeled platforms and quietly walked over to the floor length mirror. The shoes fit him perfectly and a he admired the way that the way they made his legs look longer and his feet smaller and the way they made him feel. He was still doing that when he noticed Tammy's reflection in the mirror as well. Mike had nearly jumped from his skin and turned around expecting a tongue lashing, but it did not come. Instead Tammy was just looking at him with her blue eyes and a big grin. He started to apologize to her but she just held up her hand and walked over to the bed and motioned for him to come and sit beside her. As he walked over Mike realized that he was still wearing the heels. He slid his feet from them and walked over and sat down. To his surprise Tammy did not ask him what he was doing or tell him he was wrong, she asked him "How did they feel?" From there they just talked and talked. Mike told her everything, about how he still would dress in his mother's clothes and how it made him feel and how much he wanted to be a girl. Tammy's smile had gotten even bigger at that remark and she looked at him and said "We can make that happen you know." Mike sat there for a moment and let that sink in before he tentatively asked her if she was serious. "Well of course I am serious. We are both about the same size and we have all weekend to play dress up. I will go over to my house and get a couple outfits for you to wear and pick up some pizza. You go into the bathroom and take a bath and I will have some clothes laid out for you. We are going to have so much fun and I figured it was going to be just another boring weekend." Tammy said. Mike had leapt up and gone to the bathroom and started the water before Tammy could even move. After he was finished with the bath Mike walked over to the room. There, laid out on the bed was a long pink nightgown and a pair of white lacy panties. He slid the panties on and then the nightgown. On the bed was a note from Tammy that told him to wait for her downstairs which he did. After Tammy returned they did each others nails and Tammy did Mike's hair. They laid out sleeping bags and fell asleep watching the late movie. The next morning Tammy woke Mike up and made him breakfast then she went to the bathroom. When she was done she yelled down to Mike and told him to get a shower while she got dressed. Mike came over the bedroom in a house coat she had loaned him. She placed him in the chair and started to style his hair. She laid out some underwear for him and left the room as he got dressed. When she came back Tammy helped him put on the sheer pantyhose and bra. She padded the bra and helped him into a short, tan, pleated skirt and a white blouse. Tammy sat Mike down in front of the mirror again and started to apply the make up. Mike was just over come with emotions and sensations that he though that he would explode. As Tammy applied some final touches Mike looked in the mirror and stared into the face of the girl he had always wanted to be. Tammy stepped back and admired her work. Mike looked every bit the young lady. She then went and got the tan pumps from her bag. As Mike slid his feet into the shoes he felt complete for the first time in his life. Tammy coached Mike for the next half an hour on how to walk, how to sit, and how to stand. "Well are you ready?" Tammy asked as she slid on her own pumps. "Ready for what?" Mike asked. "Well to go shopping of course. You did not think we got all dolled up to sit around the house did you? Besides it will be a blast." Tammy assured him. Five minutes latter they were in Tammy's beat up old car and heading down the road. On the way to the mall, Mike sat and thought about what was happening. It was just so much to take in that he was not sure on how he should feel. A half an hour latter Tammy and "Michelle" were in the mall and browsing the different shops. Michelle was sure that she would be "made" and it kind of un-nerved him on how quickly Tammy had accepted her. After worrying for about an hour, Michelle finally started to relax. She was, after all, living out her dream and all too soon Michelle would have to give way to Mike so why not make the most of it. They tried on outfit after outfit and pair of shoes after pair of shoes. Michelle had never blushed so much in one day. Whether it was the sales people complementing her on her body or when Tammy pointed out that several guys had been starring at her Michelle was not sure, but she felt that she would never stop blushing. They stopped at the food court and had dinner, and then it was back into the car and on the way home. They drove in silence most of the way until Michelle said "Thank you Tammy." Michelle began to tear up until Tammy reminded her of her make up. Once they got to the house they unloaded the car and made their way inside when Michelle heard a familiar voice. "Mike what are you doing dressed like that? His mom asked.

Both Tammy and Michelle stopped dead in their tracks. Michelle looked up at her mother after a few minutes and said "We were just goofing around Mom and one thing led to another and well…" she trailed off. His mother was angry, very angry. She told Tammy to go home and told Mike to go to his room and to get that stuff off right away. Mike ran upstairs to his room and closed the door. He could hear Tammy and his mother talking downstairs. He walked into his bathroom and looked in the mirror. Michelle starred back at him, she looked scared. Finally all of the emotions he had kept bottled up for the last 13 years came welling up at once. He started to cry, softly at first and then nearly uncontrollably. He ran into his room and jumped on the bed. After about an hour his mother knocked on the door. Mike turned over in the bed and straitened his skirt as she came in. "We need to talk." His mother said. "Yes we do Mom," Mike said back "we have needed to talk for a long time now." And for once they actually talked, not just her telling him what to do, but listening to what Mike had to say, about how he felt. About how he always felt trapped in his own body, about how really deep down he had always felt out of place and how he never felt he fit in. And his mother listened to him and tried to put herself in his place. And for the first time she actually listened to the pain he was going through. And she made up her mind. She told him that they would talk about it some more on Monday and told him to get ready for bed. Mike went into his bathroom and slowly got undressed. He carefully folded the clothes and set them aside. He took one last look at Michelle before he got into the shower, and quietly said goodbye to her.

Sunday came and went. Mike and mother did not speak much all day. She did tell him that she had finished her business deal sooner than she thought and figured that she would come home and surprise him. On Monday his mother woke him and told him to get dressed and that they were going to the city. They drove in silence the whole way. They arrived at a large building and went inside. There they met with a physiatrists and he asked them both a lot of questions. He gave Mike several tests and suggested that he meet with another doctor. This went on for about a week, they would meet with a doctor and the doctor would tell them to see this one or that one. Finally on Friday they met with a Dr. Gray. She finally asked "the question". She asked Mike if he could have chosen to be a boy or a girl which would he have chosen. Mike answered truthfully and said that he was a girl trapped in a boys' body. Dr. Gray then met with his mother privately and Mike waited. After an hour and a half he was invited into the room.

Tammy had not been able to sleep all week; she was so worried about Mike. She knew that she no longer had a job. His mother had spelled that out very clearly. His mother is so pig-headed; Tammy thought to her self, she probably had him locked up. Tammy knew that Mike had not been in school all week and when she asked his friends about him they said that his mother had told them that Mike was sick and could not come to the phone or the door. Tammy heard the door bell ring but did not move to answer it. She just sat there, kicking herself for getting Mike into so much trouble. She heard her mom call for her to come down to the door that someone was there to see her. Tammy came down and walked into the living room and there setting on the sofa was Michelle. "But how, what happened, where have you been?" Tammy stammered, trying to find the words. "I came over to return the outfit I borrowed. I really appreciate it." Michelle said. Tammy led Michelle up to her room so they could talk and Michelle told here everything. She told her about the doctors' visits and how it was finally decided that Michelle would begin hormone treatments right away and that her mother and she have never been closer. Tammy and Michelle hugged and sat and talked. "I am so glad everything is working out. I thought your mother might keep you locked up for the rest of you life." Tammy said. "Well I have you to thank for everything, Tammy. If you would have never allowed me to explore the real me, I may have never gotten this chance." Michelle said through her tears. Michelle also had some bad news as well. Her mother had been offered a job in another city and that they were moving right away. The girls did get together for a couple more shopping trips though. Michelle did need to have a whole new wardrobe after all and with summer just around the corner, they would have plenty of time to visit each other.

  

  

  

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