The Spencer Girls

by Ashley Steele

 

I was such a dead man or I was going to be. Why is it I do these stupid things and why is it so important to fit in at school, especially with the pinheads. I don't even really like them. Daryl, Jose, and Bart said it would be so easy. All I had to do was enter the girls' locker room during basketball practice and steal a pair of panties but they couldn't be anybody's panties. It had to be a pair belonging to Linda Bonni, the most beautiful and popular girl in school while she was in cheerleading practice.

I knew it was wrong but I was so tired of not being part of a group, any group. It is like I'm invisible that nobody notices me. Lets face it. At fifteen, I am too small to be a jock at 5'2" and a weight of 95 pounds and that's soaking wet. I'm not even smart enough to be a geek. To make matters worse I have a small and delicate frame and features that I inherited from my mother.

I live with my mother, Faith Spencer, ever since my father split before I was born so I never knew the bum. It's from my mother that I also inherited her strawberry blonde hair and Crystalline blue eyes. My mother is great—she is my best friend. We often have been told that to the way we interact together we remind them of the mother/daughter relationship from the show Gilmore Girls even though we are mother and son. I guess the Gilmore comparisons must come from the fact that when my mother had me she was only sixteen like the mother in the show and the fact that we happen to live in a small New England town like the characters in the show.

Now to get back to my story, I enter the girls' locker room with my heart beating like a jack rabbit and walk slowly over to the lockers. It seems like I can hear every step that I take in the silent and empty room. Finally I make it to Linda's locker and like usual it's unlocked. Linda is always leaving things unlocked, she even forgets to lock her hall locker. For a few moments I just stand there trying just to get the courage to open it. I take a deep breath and open it. At first I don't see any panties, relieved, I'm thinking that Linda must have gone commando for the day but then I see something red under her jeans. I quickly grab the underwear and head for the door. I'm almost out the door when I walk into a 6'1" wall and that wall having the name of Nicole Johnson or Nikki, the junior center on the girl's basketball team and the only open lesbian . I already knew that I at 5'2" at 95 pounds would be no match for this 6'1" girl so I just stood there in fear as

She screamed, "you little pervert, what have you got there?"

Not being able to say anything but trying desperately to hide the incriminating panties behind my back but Nikki still notices.

"what have you got there you perv", asks Nikki

Nikki suddenly grabs my arm and nearly twists it, making me cry out in pain. She grabs the underwear and immediately notices the identifying LDB embroidered on the panties for Linda Diana Bonni. I now know that I am forever and totally busted.

This is how I got to be sitting in the office of Miss Janice Williams, the girls' basketball coach, my mother's best friend, and my godmother. It was about an hour later when Miss Williams and Linda came in and Linda was giving me one of those looks that can kill. What surprised me was the look on Miss Williams' face, it wasn't a look of contempt but one of kindness and concern as she said,

Andy, I've known you your whole life and have known your mother longer and I know that you would never intentionally do something like this on your own unless somebody put you up to this. Linda knows that you wouldn't either, she's just mad but she's starting to cool down. We only want to know the kids that put you up to it

Linda, her dark brown eyes softening, clasped my hands and told me it was OK and just to tell them everything. As I look at Linda and Miss Williams, to began to just bawl as I realized that Linda had a right to be pissed. The empathy that I felt for her if I had been successful at giving her panties to those pinheads. I could only imagine the embarrassment that she would've felt of her monogrammed panties shown for the whole school to see. Suddenly being a part of the crowd wasn't important to me and everything just came out of my mouth. I gave the names of Daryl James, Jose Hendrickson, and Bart Rawlings. This was supposed to be my initiation into their group and I would be one of them. I am so sorry Linda for doing this to you.

Miss Williams looked at me thoughtfully for awhile and then handled me some Kleenex to wipe my tears.

"I believe you Andy, I have known that you have had a hard time not being able to fit in from what your mother has told me and I would like to help if you'd let me, explained Miss Williams.

"first of all, Daryl, Jose, and Bart will be dealt with. Daryl has had a sexual harassment complaint about him from Linda so this incident could be another nail in his coffin, so you may have done Linda a favor. As for you, I feel you should be punished as a consequence for your actions.

At this, Miss Williams must have seen be wince because she assured me that we won't hurt to embarrass you. I have talked to your mother and she has let your punishment up to me but she will have final approval.

"what do you have in mind, Miss Williams, I asked?

Well, your punishment would have a benefit to the team. As for the moment, we don't have a team manager and that's something that we need. As the team manager it will be your job to record statistics during games. We'll teach you how as you learn about the game. During practices, it will be among your duties to include getting towels from the laundry for after practices, checking air pressure in the balls, taping up the girls' ankles before practice, making sure game uniforms are dry cleaned after every game and back for the next. You will be part of the team and as a member you can earn points for a letter.

At hearing this I became elated, I could finally feel like I was part of a group but I became deflated when the coach added the conditions. This was the punishment part of the deal. I had to become a girl manager since I would be in the locker room with girls present but I was assured that only she, the team, and my mother would know.

"right now Linda is collecting what we will need from the drama department to see if you could pass as a girl.

I was given a bottle of Nair hair removal and headed for the coaches' private shower to remove what little body hair that was on my body to begin my transformation. I remove my clothes and step into the shower to follow the Nair instructions on my entire body except for the hair on my head. I also shampoo my longer hair with the shampoo that Aunt Janice had given me. As I step out of the shower and dry off, I notice how strange and bare I feel without any body hair as little as it was. It is then that Linda returns from the drama department with a armload of girl clothes.

"coach, I had no idea what size he took so I just guess that he may be a size 4.

As it turns out, Linda was right. I was a exact size 4. First they had me put on the same silk panties that I had tried to steal (I guess that was Linda's idea). A bra came next which got filled with small socks to give me a modest bust line. At least they weren't going to make me look like a drag version of Dolly Pardon or the like. Next came a long-sleeved oxford shirt that got tucked into a knee-length denim skirt. Under the skirt I'm wearing a padded brief in order to give me a proper shape and to hide my bulge and a waist nipper.

Linda now brushes my longer hair until it shown and a blue hair band is added to keep my hair out of my eyes. Light makeup is added to my face along with lip gloss to my lips, and clip-on earrings to my ears. Lastly I put on a denim style jacket and a purse is added to my shoulder. Finally when they are finished, I am allowed to see the finished product for the first time. I couldn't believe what I saw. Gone was the geeky looking boy and in his place was a cute adorable fifteen year old girl. I don't know how I felt looking as I was looking. I just know that I didn't feel like myself. As I was so worried about looking like a drag queen, I ended up looking like Hillary Duff.

At this exact moment my mother steps through the office door and exclaims,

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt a meeting with one of your girls. Then it suddenly dawned on her that she was looking at her own son.

"Oh my god, she or he is so adorable. I never would have realized that he made such a cute girl", gushed my mom.

"We are finished as for tonight, Faith", explained Aunt Janice. "You and Andy can decide for yourselves if you should continue. If not, then we can come up with another punishment for Andy".

"And Andy, if you decide to proceed, then try to come up with a girl's name that you would feel comfortable with", added Aunt Janice.

"We will talk about it on the way home and let you know one way or another.

Well come along now Amy, we'll talk about it over dinner.

Mexican sound OK honey", asks my mom.

"Sure", I answered.

Walking out to the car, dressed as a girl, I am petrified. I don't believe that my mother is going to take me out in public dressed this way. If I just do as she does, then maybe I'll be all right.

"Ole mom has never steered me wrong so I'll just have to trust her as I've always trusted her", I kept repeating to myself.

After we have driven for a few minute I ask, "Mom, back at Aunt Janice's office you called me Amy. Why did you do that"?

"Just trying it out to see how it sounds Andy, That would have been your name had you been born a girl—Amy Louise Spencer. The Louise would have been for your grandmother", answered my mom.

"You know that you don't have to do this if you don't feel right about it Andy, we can find another punishment.

"I must tell you mom. I realize I have to be held accountable for my part in this mess. What if I had been successful in getting Linda's panties to those boys. I can only imagine the humiliation and embarrassment she would have suffered and it would've been all my fault".

As I'm saying this, my eyes start to well once again with tears and I couldn't stop as I put myself in Linda's place.

It has always amazed Faith about the sensitivity of her son to emphasize with others.

"I must have done something right raising him, Faith mused".

This this moment, we pull into the parking lot of our favorite Mexican restaurant and mom notices that I'm still crying so she reaches over to put her arms around me and dries my tears with some Kleenex from her purse. After fixing my makeup, we head inside for something to eat.

As we enter, we are greeted by the hostess as young ladies and asked whether we wanted a table for two for dinner and my mother responds,

"it will be just my daughter and I please".

We were then led to our table as I follow my mother taking small steps as I went—exactly like my mother.

Throughout dinner, I keep stealing glances trying to notice if anyone has guessed that I wasn't who I was pretending to be. All I saw was people smile at me and I even heard one elderly lady comment to her husband about how nice to see a young teenage girl wearing a skirt for once. My mother looked like she was eating it up.

"Relax Amy, I don't think that anybody even knows that your really a boy. Just keep doing what I'm doing and you'll do fine", reassured my mom.

 

It was finally over coffee that mom kept giving me these funny looks and smiling like she were a bunch of Cheshire cats.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that", I asked.

"I must confess that I have always wondered what you would've looked like if you were born a girl and besides what is wrong with a mother looking at her beautiful daughter", explained mom.

"but I'm not a girl, I'm a boy", I argued.

"I'm only teasing you Amy, chided my mom.

"Amy, to get serious for a moment, are you sure that you are OK with this situation because if you're not comfortable with it, then we can always arrange for another way with Aunt Janice", asked mom

"I still don't know how I feel or think. It feels so weird to be dressed this way but it's nice to be noticed and have people smile at me like in this restaurant. I'm so tired of people beside you and Aunt Janice treat me like I don't belong or that I'm invisible or something", I answered.

After taking a deep breath, I continue on,

The only thing that I do know is that I want to be held accountable for what I tried to do to Linda. I feel horrible at the thought of her embarrassment and humiliation of having her underwear shown to the whole school. I only want to show her how sorry I am and if that means becoming a girl for the girl's basketball season—then so be it".

"Well, I guess that makes it official. It's getting late so we better be getting on home. Since tomorrow is Saturday, we'll hit the mall and make a day of it. Sounds good, Amy?", asks mom.

"Sounds like fun", I said trying to sound enthusiastically.

So off we went . My mom paid the check and we drove home where I immediately went to bed after my harrowing afternoon.

  

  

  

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