The Spencer Girls

by Ashley Steele

 

As I get up the next morning, I open the curtain of my window to notice that the day is dark and rainy. For a while I laid there thinking; "oh shit, I hope that this isn't a sign that this is going to be a bad day.

 

Putting that aside for now, I walk over to my dresser to select my undergarments for the day. I pick out blue panties and a matching bra and put them on.

I pull on my full slip, pantyhose, waist-nipper, and panty brief. From my closet, I select a red mock turtleneck and a gray knee-length jumper.

I now go to my vanity to sit down and apply my makeup and lip gloss just as my mother has taught me.

Lastly, I place a gray hair band on top of my head to keep my hair out of my eyes.

Finally finished, I get up to go downstairs to meet my mother. My takes one look at me and exclaims,

"Why Amy, you look so nice and you coordinated your colors perfectly. Let's sit down for some breakfast and then we get you to school".

 

Once we arrive at school, we are met by Aunt Janice and together we go to meet the principal.

"Why this must be Amy, greeted the principal—Mrs. Chatham. I'm so glad that you are going to be with for the next few months. Lets go into my office for a more private talk".

After my mother, Aunt Janice, and myself are seated in Mrs. Chatham's office, Mrs. Chatham starts off the conversation.

"I must say that I was a little hesitant about this whole situation and I still am. Even though by looking at Amy in the way that he's dressed that I don't have any doubts that he could pull it off. Also with the whole town already thinking that he is a girl I feel that this is the best option. Do you have a plan if Andy should decide to go back to being Andy after the girls' basketball season is over?"

If that's the case, then we would move to Boston to live with my grandmother until we got back on our feet, answered my mom.

"That would be acceptable, replied Mrs. Chatham. The reason I ask is that I sincerely believe that there wouldn't be any going back at least in Rivervale since too many people already think that Andy really is a girl".

I must say, for the record, the only reason I agreed to let you to do this is for Andy's safety. With the whole town thinking he's a girl, Andy could be in danger if he would be discovered otherwise. With Andy's asthma condition, getting out of gym class shouldn't be a problem".

"What about my schedule and classes", I asked.

"I have already taken the liberty to rearrange you class schedule. Here it is".

Mrs. Chatham handed me my new schedule card;

 

RIVERVALE HIGH SCHOOL

Student Schedule for

Spencer, Amy L.

8:00 -9:00: Social Studies - Mrs. Hansen

9:10- 10:10: English- Miss Jennings

10:20- 11:20: Math - Mrs. Ackerman

11:30- 12:30: lunch -

12:40-1:40: Science Mr. Hall

1:50-2:50 Art

3:00-4:00 French- Madam Frousau

 

 

As looked over my schedule, I occurred to me that this was finally official—I was now registered as Amy Louise Spencer, a female student at high school.

 

"now you better get going or you'll be late for your first class and remember if you need

anything, Amy, my door is always open".

As I walk to my first class, I notice a big commotion up ahead with kids gathering and laughing. Being curious, I walk closer to see what's up.

What I see are my three so-called friends—Daryl, Bart, and Jose also dressed up as girls same as me. The big difference is that anybody could tell that they were boys with their tall height, broad shoulders, and muscular bodies while I'm dressed like any other high school teenage girl. These boys remind me of Jethro's twin sister, Jethrine from the Beverly Hillbillies.

Up from behind me I hear another girl call out,

"hey, new girl".

I turn around to face my new friend Cindy Jacobs.

"oh hi, Cindy. What's going on here?"

"some no mind losers got into trouble and now they're being punished for the week. Some kid that they humiliated was forced to move out of state and that's all I know. Seems like ever since Columbine, they cracking down on bullies".

"what's your first class, Cindy".

"social studies with Mrs. Hansen".

"so do I, maybe we could sit together".

"yea, that should be cool. Lets walk together".

As we walk to our social studies class, Cindy is thinking; "what is it about Amy? Ever since I met her at church I can't get her out of my mind. She's so pretty and innocent.

I feel I want to protect her. If I could only get up the courage to hold her hand. I wonder if these feeling for another girl make me a lesbian or something".

In social studies class we had a pop quiz on the chapter that we were to have read over the weekend. Mrs. Hansen still had me take it even though she thought of me as the new girl. It turns out that I completely aced it and that's something that I had never done before!

That's how the rest of my classes went. For some reason, as Amy Spencer, I seem to be able to focus on what is being taught. As Amy, I feel like I am more confident. I was raising my hand more to answer questions and to ask questions. Whereas as Andy, I would always sit at the back and prefer to be invisible to the whole class.

It turned out that my favorite class was French class. I felt such a thrill to have this neat sounding language coming from my lips. I know I was in this class as Andy but as Amy I was so much more into it. After class, I even signed up for the French club.

It was during lunch that Cindy and I were invited to eat at the table of Linda Bonni and the rest of the cheerleaders. As I ate my salad and diet Pepsi, I once again spotted Daryl, Bart, and Jose still dressed ridiculously in drag. I only felt empathy for them as they were so humiliated and they were going to be like this for the next three months same as I. The only difference is that I wasn't being humiliated and they were.

 

 

Helen Chatham had been in education for over thirty years and she had never seen a turn-around in a student in one day as she has seen in Amy Spencer. She has two files on her desk. One file is the official file of Amy Spencer and the other is of Andy Spencer, which she keeps separate in her desk. As Andy, he was a very insecure boy who preferred to sit in the back of all his classes, never daring to say boo to anyone. As Amy, he chose to sit in the front row and actively participate all her classes. It's like Amy and Andy are two different students. I have to keep an eye on her progress.

 

After school I enter the girls' locker room to meet with Coach Williams to show me what is expected of me. The first person I run into is Nikki who can only say to me is. "Hey, what's the pervert doing wearing a skirt".

Nikki, for the next three months Amy is going to be our manager and you will treat her with respect. If you can't, then there's the door", admonished the coach.

"ok, fine. Nice skirt", agreed Nikki.

 

That first day of basketball practice was where I basically watched as the coach taught me on how to tape up the girls' ankles to provide better support. Also I had to learn where all the supplies were kept and to keep them stocked. My first job of the day was to unpack the game jerseys that had been stored away and hang them on hangers.

Once that job is complete, I learned that during practice a manager has a lot of time on their hands. They have to be there until they are needed.

So it was during that time that I began to watch Linda Bonni and the rest of the cheerleaders practice their routines.

It didn't take long for the cheerleaders to notice that I was watching them and they invited me to join them for the fun of it. They started to teach me some of their more easier moves that could be performed in my jumper dress.

"Not bad, Amy", encouraged Linda. With some more practice you could be cheerleading with us. All you'd need is a cheerleading outfit", teased Linda.

"Thanks Linda. I enjoyed it", I responded.

"Maybe you could wear shorts tomorrow and we could teach you more complicated moves, such as flips and splits", offered Linda.

"I think that I may like that. At least it would kill some down time during practice and as long as the coach says it's OK", I accepted.

Well, we better get moving to get home. See ya later, Amy".

I watch as Linda, Jackie, Beth, Annie, and Kimberly head for the locker room and I say to myself,

"those girls are so pretty and they happen to be so nice. Linda is such a class act. I'm lucky that she isn't one of those vindictive psycho bitches".

I glance at my watch to notice that it is a quarter of five and time to get the towels from laundry and into the locker room for the girls' showers.

While I wait for the girls to finish showering, Coach Williams calls me into her office.

"So Amy, how was your first day".

"I went pretty good", I answered.

"I noticed that you were practicing with the cheerleaders. You looked good out there".

" I thought it was fun and it did kill some time".

If you wanted, you could practice with them tomorrow after you complete your duties for the team".

"Thank you Aunt Janice. I would like that. I better check to see if the girls are finished showering so I can clean up".

"Yes, you do that. Then I can drive you home".

 

 

Linda had just gotten home when she heard her mother calling out to ask how cheerleading practice was and she had yelled back, "fine mom. I have some homework to do so I'll be in my room.

After she was in the privacy of her room, she began to wonder about herself.

"I don't believe that its happened again. For the second time after I saw Andy dressed as Amy and I cannot get her out of my mind. Oh hell. I might as well quit thinking about it and just do it".

Linda goes to her computer to boot it up. After it is running, she logs on to the cheerleading uniform site and goes to the Rivervale High School registry.

It is here that she orders a cheerleaders uniform in size four in the school colors of blue, yellow, and white. The last thing that Linda does is to order the name "Amy" embroidered on the corner of the shell top. She clicks on the checkout section and selects rush delivery. The website immediately responds back that the order has been accepted and will be delivered by Thursday or Friday of that week.

" Can't wait to see Amy in this outfit", gushed Linda to herself.

 

The moment that I got through the door of our house I could smell my favorite dish cooking—Shrimp Scampi.

"hey mom! What's the occasion and who's coming to dinner", I asked?

"the guest of honor has just arrived. I wanted to have a special dinner waiting for you since I knew this might have been a tough day for you".

"Actually the beginning part was scary but as the day went on, everybody just treated me like I was like any other new girl in school. By the way, I aced a pop -history test".

"I always hated pop-tests", admitted my mom.

While my mom and I are eating dinner, I start the conversation.

"Mom, I don't understand what is going on with me. Even though I'm really a boy, it feels so good be finally be noticed and I'm actually making friends. As Amy, I feel that I am popular".

" I have noticed that you seem happier, especially when you came home tonight".

"I would still like to know if there is any reason that I'm still not developing as a boy like the others".

"if you want Amy, I could make you an appointment with a doctor that may help you find answers to your questions. I will do everything that I can to help you".

Do you want help with the dishes, mom"?

"Not if you have some homework to do".

"I have some that has to be finished by tomorrow".

"you better get started. I can finish up here".

" thanks mom".

As I was getting up to go upstairs, the phone rings. My mom answers it and it is my new friend Cindy. "Oh hi, Cindy. She's just about to upstairs to do her homework. Here she is".

"Hey Amy. I just found out that my mother is going away on business this Friday. She'll be gone the whole weekend. Do you think that I could stay with you and your mom? I am just totally desperate. It's either stay with you and your mom or it's my boring maiden great-Aunt.

"Let me check with my mom, Cindy".

 

"Hey mom. Can Cindy stay with us this weekend? Her mom is going on a business trip".

"I guess it would be OK. She can stay in the guest room", answered my mom.

"she says it's OK, Cindy. You can sleep in the guest room".

"You're the greatest, Amy. Bye, Bye".

"bye, Cindy".

As Faith watches her temporarily daughter go up the stairs, she thinks to herself,

I have never seen my child so happy and making friends and to just think that she'll be having her first sleep over. I hope I am doing the right thing for my child. I have loved him since the day he was born. I will continue to love him or her no matter what.

 

 

" Earth to Nikki", repeated Rachael Harris

" what is it Rach".

"it seems like ever since we got to the Pizza Hut, you have been off to dreamland".

"I'm a little preoccupied with the start of basketball practice. The coach has given us a bunch of new schemes that she wants us to memorize".

As Rachael seemed to accept Nikki's explanation, Nikki knew the real reason. It's that damn Amy Spencer. She is so damn cute or should I say he is so damn cute. I'm supposed to be a lesbian. I like girls, not boys. I have always known this since I was twelve years old when I knew I was different from other girls. Those other girls made me sick to see them making asses of themselves over boys that they liked.

 

 

As I'm completing my math assignment, my mind keeps going back throughout the days events. I've only been Amy Spencer for less than a week and I've been the most socially interactive than I had ever been as Andy. I must admit that I enjoyed walking down the hall today and having other kids calling out to me, "hey Amy, how ya doing?" I also love having discovered this newfound confidence in myself.

"what is wrong with me? I'm a boy, not a girl named Amy. I wonder if I'm gay but If I were then why am I attracted to girls. Maybe I should talk to that doctor that mom is setting an appointment with and ask her.

 

That night, Faith had trouble falling asleep. Whenever that happens, she does what she's always done—she goes to look at her sleeping son.

It was sixteen years ago that I almost made the biggest mistake of my life. I was fifteen years old and found that I was pregnant and to make matters worse my boyfriend abandoned me. I was scared, confused, and not even my parents knew that I was pregnant. I hitch-hiked a ride up to Boston to have an abortion. I just wanted it over with

Here I was sitting in the stirrups waiting for the doctor to come in, when suddenly I heard a tiny voice deep within my heart that said, "please don't do it mommy. Please don't".

That's what did it for me. I was out of there so fast and had never regretted it since the day I gave birth to him in a home for unwed mothers.

It was there at the home for unwed mothers where I finished high school and went on to receive my real-estate license.

Once I had my license, I was hired on as an entry level agent at a real-estate office up in Hartford and moved into a cozy little two bedroom apartment with my three year old Andy. So with my salary I was able to make a life for ourselves in the big city of Hartford, Connecticut.

It was here that I first ran into an old childhood friend of mind, Janice Williams. Janice had been going to the university here in town. Janice and I became reacquainted and we became best friends again. Andy took to her right away and began calling her Aunt Janny.

When Andy was twelve, my mother passed away back in my hometown of Boston. In her will I had been left the summer home in Rivervale, Connecticut.

So instead of selling a summer home that had been in the Spencer family for generations, Andy and I moved right in. I established myself in town and started my own realty office that now employs myself, three other realty agents, and a secretary. Even Janice transferred to the school in town to be near Andy and I.

Over the next three years, I noticed Andy didn't develop like most boys his age. For some reason he had inherited my looks and stature. At first I always attributed it to the possibility that he was a late bloomer but then most boys gain height after the age of twelve or thirteen. He had such delicate features that mistook him for a girl. Even as an infant back in Hartford, everyone was mistaking Andy for a little girl. I was always correcting people that were commenting and asking;

"what a beautiful baby girl and what is her name"? and I always answering back, " yes he is beautiful and his name is Andrew", then I left it at that.

It always broke my heart so see him so miserable and lonely, unable to make friends.

Of course all this changed over the last few days when Andy had been living as Amy. He seems so much happier. Maybe I should find him a doctor like he wants. We can find the answers to our questions together. If that's what it takes to help him become more well-adjusted—then so be it.

Faith now looks at her watch to realize that it is now after midnight and she has been standing there for over an hour. She reluctantly turns around and walks quietly back to her own bed.

  

  

  

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