Sister, Sister, Sister

by Missy Crystal

  

As I tagged along with Beth and her friends, I thought to myself that at least they never saw me as a boy. That was an improvement over running into Mrs. Johnson earlier.

Cindy's house was about five minutes from the park. As we walked along, the girls chatted about school and clothes and dates. I knew Beth didn't have a boy friend and I don't think she ever went out on a real date. The way Crissy and Dee talked, they seemed to have more experience. Then the conversation turned to me.

"Jenny, do you have a boyfriend?" Crissy inquired.

I was sure Beth was fascinated to hear the answer to that question.

"No, boys are really nasty," I said, repeating what Susie once said about some boys who were teasing her at recess. "I don't like them." That should put an end to the conversation, I thought.

"Crissy said very seriously, "Well, Jenny, I think that will change very soon. Once your hormones start working, you'll see. Won't she Beth?"

Beth looked at me. "Definitely, Crissy. It's just a matter of time before she starts to like boys."

I rolled my eyes and gave her another dirty look. Then I began to think about what she said. I know she was kidding me, but as Jenny, would I like boys when I grew up?

Beth must have noticed that I became quiet. She moved close to me and whispered, "I'm sorry, Jenny. I was afraid if I didn't go along with the girls they would suspect something was wrong. Don't take it seriously. They're just pretending anyway. I know their moms don't let them date. Talking about boys is just a natural part of what girls do when they get together."

"Thanks, Beth," I said, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. "But that's something I never really thought about before. If Jenny's a girl, shouldn't she like boys?"

"I don't know, Jenny," Beth said with a smile. "But if you start dating boys before I do, I'll really be pissed," and she deliberately gave me a bump with her hip.

The conversation ended with our arrival at Cindy's house. Crissy rang the bell and a girl with blonde hair done into up in a French braid answered the door. She was wearing a pretty pink and white dress. The long skirt was flared and the top had a round neck and sort sleeves. There was lace trim on the top and a white sash around the waist. She was facing me so I couldn't see the back, but I guessed the sash was tied in a bow. Under her dress, she had on white lace tights and on her feet, pink patent leather shoes with a strap around her ankle and low heels. It was a really pretty outfit.

"Hey," Cindy greeted the girls.

"Hey," the girls greeted Cindy.

"This is my cousin Jenny," Beth said as she pushed me forward.

"Hi, Jenny," said Cindy. "It's nice to meet you."

"Hi Cindy," I said quietly. "It's nice to meet you too. I really like your dress."

"Thank you, Jenny," she said politely and turned to the other girls.

"Good timing. We just got back from my fitting for my cousin's wedding. This is my bridesmaid's dress," Cindy twirled around. "Isn't it delicious?" She picked up the skirt with her hands and swung it as she danced with a pretend partner: "There is this boy. His name is David. He is so, so handsome. He asks me to dance!" She continued to hold onto her skirt and move to imaginary music. Finally, Cindy came back to earth. "Lets go upstairs. Mommy," she called out, "my friends are here. We're going up to my room. Okay?"

I heard her mother reply from somewhere in the back of the house, "Okay, honey. Have fun girls. There's milk and cookies in the kitchen if you get hungry."

Cindy turned and we followed her upstairs. She picked up the skirt with her hands to raise it as she started up. I made a mental note about how to manage a long skirt when going up stairs. We got to the top and followed her to the end of the hallway. She opened a door and we all went in. I couldn't believe me eyes. Beth and Susie shared a room and it was crowded with two beds and two dressers. Cindy had a room to herself. There was plush aqua carpet on the floor and wallpaper with an aqua, pink and lavender flower design. The windows had drapes with matching material and the bed had a matching comforter and coordinating pillows. There was a double dresser with a big mirror, another full length mirror on a door, which I assumed was the closet, a desk and a large bookcase. All of the furniture was shiny white wood and the bed had a pink ruffled canopy. On the bed was a zoo of about a dozen stuffed animals and there was a doll collection lined up on the top shelf of the bookcase.

Beth was standing next to me. I nudged her.

"Yeah," she whispered. "Wouldn't you kill for a room like this?"

"I'd kill for a room like yours," I kidded her, referring to my boy's room.

Our conversation was interrupted by music. I looked over to where it was coming from and saw Cindy and Mary next to a fancy stereo. Crissy, and Dee were sitting on the bed. Beth went over to join them and I found a chair far enough away from the other girls that I did not have to get in their conversation.

"Jenny, be a dear and unzip me."

I looked up and saw Cindy standing in front of me. She turned around and I reached up, took the zipper and slowly pulled it down the back of her dress. I got about half way down and stopped.

"All the way, please, Jenny."

I continued to unzip the dress until the zipper stopped at the waist. I noticed that the top was still fastened around Cindy's shoulders. The only experience I had with a party dress was yesterday, when Beth dressed me up in hers to play Barbies, but that dress had buttons up the back. As I stood there, Cindy reached behind her neck and unhooked it. The top separated and she leaned forward as the dress slid off her shoulders and down her arms. She wiggled out of the waist and the dress dropped to the floor with a rustle of petticoats. Cindy was standing right in front of me and I couldn't help but see that she was wearing a white lace bra and white lace tights.

I glanced over at Beth and could she that she was trying not to laugh, because none of the other girls would understand what was so funny about me getting an eyeful as Cindy changed. In fact, the other girls weren't paying any attention to Cindy. They were having a conversation as if they got dressed and undressed in front of each other all the time, which I guessed they probably did. The funny thing was that seeing Cindy undressed wasn't as interesting to me as seeing what she was wearing under her dress. I sat back down as Cindy peeled off her lace tights and stood in front of me in a pair of white nylon bikini panties. I glanced over to the bed and saw Beth looking at me with a silly grin on her face. Cindy went over to the door with the mirror and opened it. I was right, it was a closet. She reached in and took out a pair of jeans, like the other girls had on. She held the jeans out, stepped into them and pulled them on. They were tight fitting and she had to struggle to get them up over her hips. Then she walked back towards me and stopped in front of her bureau. She opened up the second drawer and took out a pair of black cotton socks. She was facing me as she leaned forward to put on her socks and I had a close up look at her bra. It had thin straps and lace that covered the rounded white nylon cups. I couldn't tell if they were padded. Before I realized what was happening, Cindy reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, which slid down her arms answering my question. They were definitely her own. I immediately looked away and caught Beth covering her mouth with her hands to stop herself from giggling. Cindy opened the top drawer of the bureau and took out a sports bra, which she pulled over her head. She used her hands to adjust each breast. Finally, she went back to the closet and took out a stretchy black short sleeve top, which she pulled over her head and tucked into her jeans.

"Jenny," Cindy said to me, "would you be a dear and hang up the dress for me, please? There's a hanger in the closet with a plastic bag on it." 'Be a dear' seemed to be one of her favorite expressions I thought to myself, but it didn't matter, because I was happy to get a close look at her dress. I walked over and picked it up. The stiff petticoats held the skirt out as I lifted it and I ran my hand over the lace on the top. From that point, I was at a loss. Luckily, Beth saw that I was in trouble and came over to help. She pretended to examine the dress and whispered to me, "There's a tiny hook which attaches to an eye at the neck. Then zip it up and tie the sash in a bow. There are loops inside the shoulders. They go over the hooks on the hanger, so that the dress won't slide off. Put the hanger through the arms and slide the bag over the dress." She went back and sat down on the bed. I followed her directions and handed the dress to Cindy.

"Oh, thank you Jenny, that's great," she complimented me.

I looked at Beth and winked. She winked back. We listened to music and the girls gossiped for about half an hour. I had never seen Beth with her girlfriends before. I was surprised how much they touched each other without seeming to give it any thought; doing each other's hair, sharing makeup, putting their hand on an arm or shoulder as they chatted. I thought to myself that Jenny needed to be friendlier, so I got up and went over to join the conversation. Dee had her pocket book open and was showing Beth something. I sat down on the bed beside Beth. She looked at me and then back to Dee.

"See," said Dee, showing Beth a small pearl colored container. "My mother got it for me. It holds three." She slid the top off and handed one of the little white ovals inside to Beth.

"That's really cool," Beth replied while examining the object. "I'll have to get my mom to get one for me when I'm ready. Here, Jenny."

I took it from Beth. She gave me a funny look. I had no idea what it was.

"Do you use tampons?" Dee asked me.

Holy cow, I thought. We're back to the period thing. Is Beth going to clue me in, so I don't give myself away?

Luckily, Cindy's mom called up the stairs. "Girls, Crissy's mother is here to give you a ride home. Hurry up down."

Beth took the tampon from me and handed it back to Dee.

The ride home only took a few minutes. I said goodbye to Beth's friends and got out of the car. Beth followed me. We walked around to the kitchen door and went in. Mom was in the kitchen getting supper started.

"Hi, girls," she greeted us. "Did you have fun?"

"Well," said Beth, "Jenny got quite an education," and she stared to laugh. Mom looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"What on earth does that mean?" she inquired.

"Oh, just that Cindy put on quite a show for Jenny changing out of her dress."

Mom looked at me.

"You're the one that told me to go," I reminded her.

"Yes," Mom told me, "and I still think it was a good idea. Jenny, you're going to have to get used to being around girls as a girl. Was there a problem?"

"No, Mom, it was fine. I just wasn't expecting to become one of the girls so quickly."

"Good," said Mom. "I'm very proud of my daughters." She came over and gave us both a hug. "Now, scoot along and get washed up. Dinner's almost ready."

After dinner, we cleaned up the kitchen. When we finished, Mom announced, "I'm going to take Susie upstairs and give her a bath."

"Can Jenny give me a bath?" Susie asked Mom.

"No, Susie, I'm afraid not," Mom replied. "Jenny may be your sister, but she's still a boy and boys don't give girl's baths."

"But if I had to go to the bathroom at the mall, Jenny would go with me to the girl's room, wouldn't she?" Susie argued.

"Well, luckily that wasn't something that we needed to deal with last night; but yes, Jenny would use the ladies' room. However, you're old enough to go to the bathroom by yourself. She doesn't see you with your pants down."

"What if I wore my bathing suit?" Susie persisted.

"Hmmm," Mom thought for a minute. "Okay, I'll tell you what. You keep on your panties and undershirt. Jenny can wash you up and do your hair. Then I'll finish. Now, off with you. I'll start your bath. Jenny, come with me."

I followed Mom into the bathroom. She closed the drain, turned on the faucets and started to fill the tub. A few minutes later, Susie came in. She had on cute little white cotton panties with tiny red hearts and a white cotton tank top undershirt. She got right into the tub.

"Can Jenny and I play a little bit before she washes me up, Mom? Please."

"Okay," Mom said. "But just five minutes, because it's past your bedtime."

Susie had a Little Mermaid doll with a glittery green fish tail that pulled up over her legs and a pair of seashells for a bra."

"This is Ariel. Ariel, this is my sister Jenny," Susie said, formally introducing us.

"Hi Ariel," I said. "What pretty red hair you have."

Susie had some other bath toys and we made up a game with Ariel escaping from Ursula, the evil sea witch, and marrying the handsome Prince Eric. The fact that we didn't have any of the other characters didn't seem to bother Susie.

"Okay, you two," Mom called to us. "Time to put the toys away and get washed up."

"Please, just a few more minutes. Jenny and I are having fun," Susie pleaded.

"No, Susie. Mom wants you to get washed up. Lets get started." Was that me talking? The boy who always whined for a few more minutes. I had only been Jenny for two days and already she was having a good influence on me.

I found a washcloth and began to scrub Susie's arms and legs. When I got to her feet, she started to giggle and splash around.

"Please be careful, Susie, you'll get my blouse wet." My blouse? I was even starting to talk like a girl!

Just then, Mom came in. "Oh, thank you Jenny. That's great. Make sure you get her neck and behind her ears. I'll hold her hair back for you."

Susie had shoulder length blond hair that she wore straight with bangs. I wished my hair looked like that. Mom pulled it back into a ponytail, twisted it around a couple of times and held it on top of her head. Maybe, someday I would be able to have a ponytail too.

"Watch closely, Jenny. Run the water until its warm, then have Susie lean back under the faucet. Soak her hair good and use a small amount of the shampoo. Not too much, just enough to work up a good lather. It's a special shampoo that won't sting her eyes. After you've worked in the soap, have her lean back under the faucet." Mom supported the back of Susie's head with her head as she leaned her back. Rinse all of the soap out of her hair and sit her up." Mom put her other hand on Susie's head to prevent her from banging it on the faucet as she sat up. "Here," she said, handing me a spray bottle. This is a conditioner and detangler. It prevents snarls and makes her hair easier to comb out." Mom handed me a fine tooth comb. "Use it to work the conditioner and detangler though her hair. Yes, that's good. Make sure you get all of her hair."

"Wow," Mom, I commented, "it sure takes a lot of work to wash a girl's hair."

"Yes," Jenny, "it does, but you'll get used to it. Men think that women are born pretty. They don't realize how much time and trouble it takes us to create that illusion and we don't spoil it by letting them in on the secret." Mom paused and looked at me lovingly. "Except for a few special ones." She reached out and I snuggled up to her. She gave me a big hug and released me. "Time to do your homework," she reminded me. You have school tomorrow."

I was heading out the bathroom door and stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Mom asked.

"School," I replied. "I forgot all about it. Everything happened so fast over the last couple of days. Please, Mom, can I go to school as Jenny? Please!"

"Jenny, lets go outside."

We stepped out of the bathroom and Mom closed the door.

"I'm sorry," Mom said apologetically, "but it's not possible. The school wouldn't allow it and I would get in trouble for letting this go as far as I have. I should have thought of this before. It was selfish of me to encourage you to be Jenny and it would be best if you went back to being a boy."

"No, Mom! No! No! No! It wasn't selfish. I like being Jenny. Beth and Susie like me as Jenny. You like me as Jenny too. I know you do. Why can't I be Jenny all the time?"

"Because, honey, you're too young to make that decision and I don't have the right to make it for you. Jenny will just have to wait until you are older."

I calmed down a little. "Look, Mom. I can go to school as Johnny. If that's what I have to do, I'll do it. It's only six hours. Then when I come home, I have the rest of the day and all night to be Jenny. And weekends, holidays and vacations too. That's a lot better than going back to the way things were. I may have to go to school as a boy, but a girl lives here. Sister, sister, sister. That's just how it is. Okay, Mom?"

I looked up at her. She had tears in her eyes. Through her sniffling I heard her say, "Yes. If you're really sure you want to do this, its okay. You know I love you. I love you as a boy. I love you as a girl. I just want you to be happy and if being Jenny makes you happy, then it makes me happy too.

"I love you too, Mom. And I'm very happy to be your daughter," I added.

Mom's serious face turned into a big smile. "Now run along. I have to finish Susie's bath. Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. "I forgot all about her. She must be waterlogged by now." She turned and went quickly into the bathroom.

  

  

  

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