The Spencer Girls

by Ashley Steele

 

The following Thursday morning I was walking to school dressed in one of my new skirted dark blue suits, when I ran into my friend, Cindy.

"Hey Amy, what's with the suit? You look like you're ready for the debate team".

"That's because after school my mom's taking me to the doctor up in Hartford".

"Anything wrong, Amy".

"That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about, especially before you spend the weekend with us. Do you remember those three boys that are being made to dress like girls for the week"?

"Yea, some kid had to move out of town because of them".

"Well, I'm that kid. I'm really a boy that is also being punished like them".

Really! I never would've guessed. What did you do anyway"?

"They put me up to trying to steal Linda Bonni's panties". It was decided that my punishment would be that I be the team manager as a girl for the next three months.

"Wow! I know that I should be pissed but I like the way you trusted me with your confidence and don't worry, I won't say a word to anyone else. Who else knows about this"?

"Just my mom, coach Williams, principal Chatham, the girls' basketball team, the cheerleading squad, and now yourself".

"What are you going to do when basketball season is over"?

"Probably move to Boston with my mom and go back to being Andy".

After having said this, Cindy just looked at me with tears glistening in her eyes and said to me; " you can't move to Boston, Amy. You just can't. You're my best friend".

"You realize that you just called me Amy and after what I told you".

"as far as I'm concerned, you are Amy Spencer, my best and first friend that I met when I first got here. I was so nervous about moving here from Florida and having to make new friends. Wouldn't you know—I end up meeting my first one on the first day here and at church no less. But this doesn't explain why you're going to see a doctor this afternoon".

"I want to find the reason why I feel and act differently when I'm Amy. Also I want to know if there's a medical reason why I'm not developing like all the other boys."

"Well, you will always have me in your corner with whatever you decide to do. As for me, I will be extremely pissed if you should decide to move to Boston to become Andy, joked Cindy".

"I have to say that you are my best friend also. In fact, you are my only friend that I have ever had since I didn't have any as Andy. I wouldn't want to lose you either".

For a while we walk the rest of the way to school in silence. During this time there was plenty things going on in Cindy's mind;

"at least now there's a reason for the way that I feel about Amy. Did I know, subconsciously that she was really a boy and maybe that's the reason that I cannot stop thinking about him.

Without thinking, Cindy reaches down to clasp my hand and as we walk together, all I can think about is that I feel so safe and secure being around somebody else other than my mother or Aunt Janice. As I gaze into Cindy's beautiful green eyes and she into my blue ones, we both realize that we have an unspoken bond that we would be there for each other—the way that confidantes and best friends are meant to me. The trust between us would never be broken throughout our teenage and adult lives.

By the time we arrived at the school, I was so at ease with Cindy at my side. As we walked down the hall to our first class, we passed Daryl, Jose, and Bart who are

still dressed in drag and still looking very humiliated. We walked right passed as if I never knew them and they never gave me a second look.

 

Later that afternoon in science class, Mr. Hall asked us to divide in pairs for an experiment. I notice a shy overweight girl sitting in the back. Remembering that I had been in that situation just last week, I walk over to her to ask;

Hey, my name is Amy. Want to be my lab partner? You'd be doing me a favor by saying yes and saving me from getting hit on".

"Yes, said the girl enthusiastically. My name is Becca".

Once Becca accepted to be my lab partner, every boy in the classroom looked defeated and shocked. It turned out that we worked pretty good together and I found that science wasn't such a bad subject. As we worked together, I found out that Becca was just like the way I had been last week.—too intimidated to say boo to anyone. Suddenly the bell sounds that marks the end of science class for the day. I leaned over to Becca and whisper;

"maybe we can sit together during lunch tomorrow and I can introduce you to my friend Cindy—she's real nice".

What Becca says to me takes me by surprise; "you're really Andy Spencer aren't you? Becca must have seen my dismay because she added; "Don't worry I won't say a word to anyone. All I'll ask is that you keeping being my friend. See you tomorrow, Amy".

Before I can get out the door, Mr. Hall stops me to ask me,

"do you have a moment, Miss Spencer"?

"I have to get to my next class, Mr. Hall".

"don't worry. I'll give you a pass. I just want to thank you for being so kind to my daughter Becca. You may have noticed that she doesn't have many friends".

"I must admit that I was doing it for myself as much I did it for her. She saved me from being hit on by the boys in class".

"well, thanks anyway and see you tomorrow. Here's your hall pass, Amy".

"thank you Mr. Hall, I responded".

Mr. Hall sits there and thinks for a moment in thought;

That Amy Spencer is so nice. She's such a pretty little thing but not conceited like a lot of girls her age. She'll be so good for my Becca to help her come out of her shell. I can only hope.

 

 

Later that afternoon I met my mom and together we drove up to Hartford for my appointment with a doctor that Aunt Janice had helped her find. The doctor's name was Dr. Heather J. Burrows. Once I saw her, she looked so kind and thoughtful.

Once I was in her office, she immediately put me at ease by telling me;

"now Amy, I don't want you calling me Dr. Burrows. You can either call me Heather or Doctor Heather if that makes it more comfortable. I feel that first names always makes people more comfortable than titles. From what I already know of your case is that you're really a boy".

"yes, that's true but I want to understand the reason that I feel so differently than when I'm Amy and what that make me".

"how different is that, Amy"?

"In my school classes for starters. It seems like I can concentrate in my classes as Amy. Even science class, which I never liked, seemed interesting and enjoyable".

"what about the other kids?"

"with them I'm finding it so much easier to make friends and am more outgoing than I ever was as Andy.

In fact, I'm treated like any other girl".

"Amy, I've noticed as pretty as you are, you must have the boys climbing all over you. How do you feel about that".

"I don't like it one bit. Like in science class today. We were told to find partners for an lab experiment and all the boys started to clamor around me, each wanting to be my lab partner".

" so what did you do"?

"I went to find another girl that was sitting alone".

"do you find any boys attractive, Amy"?

"no, I can't even imagine ever spending time with a boy".

"what about girls? Do you find them attractive and what do you feel about them"?

" there are several girls that I think about, even dressed like this. I imagine their softness, their smell, and the sound of their voices.

"what is wrong with me, Doctor Heather", I asked. Am I gay or something"?

" from what you've already told me, I would say no. There could be many reasons to what you could be. You could be a transvestite, but usually they dress for a sexual thrill and I don't see that in you. Then there are the other categories of transgender and transexualism. But I really doubt that's the case".

"then what could it be, Doctor Heather"?

"from what you've already told me, I might say you may be what we call a male lesbian. I'm only saying this as a basic diagnosis but I still want to see you over the next couple of months and I want to see you as Andy".

After hearing that last part, I must have flinched because Doctor Heather asked me;

"are you OK, Amy?"

"I'm fine. It's just that when you mentioned of seeing me as Andy, I remembered that I would have to leave the house as Andy when everyone thinks I'm Amy".

" I'm well aware of that. I could have you come in on a Saturday and you stay over in a hotel in town. You could come to Hartford as Amy, come to my office as Andy, and leave as Amy again. Would that work"?

" I guess that would be OK", I responded.

" then I can set it up with your mom in a few weeks. For now I want to run some tests be for you. You can do that while I talk to your mother alone. My nurse, Joan, will take you upstairs to get you started".

"Bye Doctor Heather".

"see you later, Amy".

 

After Amy is sent out to get started on her tests, Dr. Burrows and Faith have a private meeting.

"Miss Spencer, is there anything that you want to add about your son".

"first of all, please call me Faith. I feel that Andy is confused about himself and I also feel that I may have done something that contributed to his confusion".

'why do you think that, Faith"?

"Back when Andy was a small boy, about three or four, he used to dress up in my clothes. I always thought that it was just cute and thought nothing of it".

"from what Andy has told me, I think that there may be some confusion on his part but it isn't anything that you have done. In fact he has told me of how much he loves you. He knows that he's a boy but he has said that he has become more comfortable as Amy. In fact, he has also told me that he is attracted to girls.

As for him dressing in your clothes when he was four years old, I think that he was only playing but grew out of it. My own son used to wear my underwear when he was little but now he's a grown up complete heterosexual.

Thanks, Heather, that makes me feel much better".

As I told your son, I want to see him over the next few months. I want to see him both as Andy and as Amy. I think that next Saturday morning would be a good first day to see him as Andy. How does that sound to you"?

"next Saturday would be fine. But why do you want to see him as Andy"?

"because I want to see and compare how your son carries himself as both Amy and Andy. I've already seen that as Amy, who is a bright intelligent young girl that carries herself confidently well".

That sounds fine then. We'll see you next Saturday morning".

"nine am sound alright to you, Faith".

"nine it is. See you next week".

 

I step into the waiting room to find my mother waiting for me while I finished being prodded, poked, and injected. Once she sees me, she puts down the Cosmo that she was reading and says to me; "are you ready to go home, Amy"?

"Amy, are you comfortable with Dr. Burrows? Because if you aren't, we can always find someone else".

"she's fine, mom. She's really nice and she put me at ease by letting my call her by her first name—Heather".

"lets get going then. How about stopping for a pizza on the way home? Does that sound good, honey"?

"that sounds good, mom"?

 

 

After we arrive home, I notice the message light on our answering machine is blinking. I check the message and find it's for me and it's from Linda.

"hey Amy, it's Linda. Give me a call when you and your mom get back, thanks".

I open the phone book to find the number for the Bonni's and dial it and Linda answers on the third ring.

"Linda, it's Amy. I'm returning your call. What's up"?

"hey, thanks Amy. I need you to come in early tomorrow with the cheerleaders. We'll meet in the girls' locker room".

"why? What's going on, I asked".

" that's a surprise for you. Please, just be there".

"yes, I'll be there, Linda".

I put the phone down wondering what Linda is up to. I guess I'll find out tomorrow.

  

  

  

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