Saturday, September 21
Really. Can you get a hangover from too much diet soda?
Mom came down to find us already kinda awake. The TV had run all night, and somewhere in our staggering morning gaze, Brianne had turned on Netflix to watch a Sabrina marathon. I was on the sofa, and Brie was on the floor in a pile of cushions and pillows, both of us covered with random blankets.
Mom's friskiness was too much to handle at... what was it... 9am? "Good morning, young ladies," she sang with an unusually chipper tone. "What wonderful adventures do we have planned today?"
"Arrgggghhhhh.... Eat... swim... maybe homework," I mumbled.
Brie tried to be friendly, on like 3 maybe hours of actual sleep. "Ms. D, we sat up all night telling ghost stories.... So... and I'm just guessing here... nothing?"
Mom just laughed. "I was two stories away from you and could hear you laughing all night. Apparently, these were pretty funny ghost stories."
"Yea," I muttered, "we kinda binged watched Riverdale, too. It's not `zactly a ghost story, but it's creepy and at one point I was afraid to get up to pee."
"Oh, yeah, pee," said Brie. "Almost forgot."
With that she staggered out of the room. Mom said, I am SO glad you and your friend had a spend-the-night, and she seems to be totally accepting of your `change'."
I replied, "Yeah, Brie's cool. In fact most of the girls I know at schools are cool, but that's like 4 out of what... 500 students? How exactly am I going to `come out'? Gay would be a lot easier."
Mom just nodded, "I know. I know. We need to have an honest chat with Ms. Weston Monday first thing. I willing to bet she has some ideas." Brie wandered back into the room, and Mom said, "Are you young ladies going to be ready for breakfast anytime soon, or are we going to have a leisurely `brunch' today? Champagne I suppose?"
We both growled pretty equally. "Ms D," Brie said first, "I really need to get cleaned up first, and maybe like actually dressed. Mind if I run upstairs and use your shower first?"
"Of course, Brie! The guest shower is all yours. There's some shampoo and body scrub in there, and plenty of towels."
"Thanks, Ms. D. I'll be down in the kitchen in a few." With that, she scrambled upstairs.
I gave it a few minutes thought, and said, "Yeah, Mom, me too," and followed her.
A few minutes later, I got out of the shower, and was swaddled in towels, in my room, towel drying my hair. Brie just wandered in like she owned the place, similarly wrapped in towels and with a towel around her hair, and stared at my wall. "Chris," she said, "why do you have a picture of Katniss Everdeen on your wall?"
"Cuz I want to be Jennifer Lawrence when I grow up."
"Do you think about her sometimes at night when you're alone?"
"I think more about Liam Hemsworth and Josh Hutcherson, why?"
Brie looked at me and looked down at the floor, and said, "Chris, if I tell you something, you promise to keep it a secret?"
"Brie, we're pretty much in the `sharing secrets' zone right now, don't you think?"
"Yeah, well, Chris, you're little secret' is about to become a non-secret', but I'd kinda like to keep mine to myself, and I really need to share this with someone. Can you swear to keep it?"
I went over to her and extended my right hand pinkie finger. She got the message, clasped hers to mine, and we shook right there and then, and repeated together. After shaking on it, Brie asked, "Chris, do you... ahhh... jerk off?"
I was stunned a bit, but we were in the `sharing secrets' zone, and I shook my head. "No, I think about boys a lot, and I kinda know the fundamentals of jerking off -- I've seen enough pornos to know how it's done, but I don't. A couple of mornings I've woken up with wet pants from a dream, but that's about it."
"Well," she said, "you understand that girls also have a way of..."
"Masturbate, Brie. The word you're looking for is `masturbate'"
She started cackling laughing and I thought she was going to fall off the bed. "Yes, well, I `do it' with a pillow. I kinda double the pillow lengthwise, to make it firm, and then straddle it sorta, and lay down on it..."
With that I stuck my fingers in my ears and started singing the Star Spangled Banner.
Again, Brie started laughing, this time actually falling butt-first on the floor. "Anyway, my darling sister-to-be, when I'm `doing it' with my pillow, I'm not thinking about Josh or Liam or any of the other Hemsworth brothers. I'm more often than not thinking about Katniss Everdeen."
A long pause...
"Or sometimes the entire cast of `House Bunny' and particularly Emma Stone."
"Huh..." I said, "you mean..."
"Lesbian, Chris. The word you're looking for is lesbian."
"NO! That can't be! I need my sister Brie to be the one to mentor me in all things girlie, like, how to give blowjobs and shit like that. I figured you'd lose your v-card one day and the next morning you'd tell me all the gory details and populate my next 100 dreams thinking about you and some football player doing the nasty. Probably outdoors in a park on a blanket next to a stream with butterflies and birds chirping and the faint scent of jasmine in the air. No, if you want to be a lesbian, you're going to have to wait until you properly teach me all things womanly."
With that, I crossed my arms across my non-existent chest, and sat in my chair to pout.
"OK, sister-to-be, here's the deal. One day, when you want BJ lessons, go to Emma-Brunette. I'm positive she'll be the first one of our crew to get knee pads. As for the rest of that, well, maybe I'm not going to be much help."
"Sigh.... OK. So I want to be a girl who likes boys and you're a girl who likes other girls. At least you can help me with my makeup, OK?"
"Yes! Now that I can do. And work on your wardrobe, which is severely lacking."
"I'm not sure I want a lesbian giving me wardrobe lessons. I don't particularly care for pants and flannel and plaid shirts."
"I'm still learning about lesbians, but yeah, I don't think we're all like that. Anyway, today I'm going to teach you the fine art of walking in a short skirt. Speaking of sucking, you suck at THAT, by the way!"
With that, Mom yelled from downstairs, "Breakfast in 5. I'm making pancakes."
"Oh boy, Brie, get dressed quick. Mom makes the BEST pancakes."
Brie ran out of the room so fast, I caught a glimpse of her bare butt under her towel. Note to self, `learn to run in a towel without showing my bare butt.'
Downstairs, Mom had her absolutely wonderful pancakes. Both Brie and I were wearing shorts and t-shirts. Strangely, I was wearing a bra but didn't need one. Brie, on the other hand, most decidedly needed a bra but wasn't wearing one.
Mom spoke up, "So, what do you young ladies want to do today?"
Brie spoke up, "Ms. D, can we kill two canaries with one rock? I need to spritz my mom's flowers again today, and Christy and I are about the same size. I've got some things I my closet that would look great on her, and maybe give her some other ideas for her wardrobe. Could you please run us by my house for a little bit, then maybe we could just come back here and swim?"
Mom looked at me and saw my nod, which was all I could do with a mouthful. Of pancake, and said, "That's a great idea. I've got an errand or two to run over near your house, so I could drop you off for, say, an hour?"
"Sounds great, Ms. D. We can go anytime you're ready."
I felt a little odd walking outside with just a thin t-shirt and shorts. I mean, sure, everyone knew I was wearing a bra, and I guessed no one could tell I wasn't a girl, but still, the t--shirt was thin and you could see my bra right thru it. This was about as risqué as I'd been out--doors. But, Mom seemed OK with it, and didn't bat an eye at Brie who literally `bounced' out to the car, maybe more to make me jealous, I was thinking.
We got to Brie's house, and she ran straight out to her Mom's orchids (on the back wall of their sunroom). She yelled for me to head up to her room. I realized that as long as I'd known Brie, I'd never actually been into her bedroom. When I got there, I was amazed to see she had the very same Katniss poster, right where she could see it from her bed with the light coming in from the window. I notice also she had posters of Katy Perry, Rihanna, and Beyoncé. I was wondering if her parents noticed the theme. I was admiring the scenery, when my lipstick lesbian friend came bounding in.
"You know, I like you a lot better now that I know you're becoming a girl."
"You liked me a lot before, remember?"
"Yeah, but better now. Anyway, put this on," and she reached into her closet and pulled out an admittedly really cute yellow romper with tiny white flowers.
"OK, where can I change?"
"Here, stupid. If you're going to be a girl, you're going to need to learn to play dress up."
"Yeah, but that was before I knew you had the hots for my new girly bod!"
"Trust me, bitch, you ain't Katniss yet."
I started giggling, and before I knew it, I was doing the old strip--tease in front of my pal. Down to my bra and panties I went, and climbed into the romper. "How do you pee in these things?" I asked.
"You don't," she replied, "or at least not easily. It's one of the great sacrifices we make for cuteness." She stepped back and motioned for me to spin around. "You realize you have a girl's butt, don't you?"
I walked over to her mirror, and turned to look at my backsides, "Yeah, I never really thought about that, but yeah, I guess it's more girl than guy."
Before I knew it, she had walked up to me and slapped me right on by butt--cheek. "Yeah, feels girly, too."
"So, how many girls butts have you slapped?"
"More than you'd guess, and I think about that sometimes, too."
I suddenly didn't want to go there, so I said, "This is nice, I'll get my mom to buy me one."
"No, take that one. I don't wear it anymore, and it fits you perfectly. Now, here, try this," and she handed me the tiniest miniskirt I'd ever seen -- way shorter than anything Mom had bought me.
"My God, Brie, where do you wear this thing?"
She laughed. "My mother was shocked when I bought it, but I only wore it at the beach on vacation this past summer with an actual swimsuit bottom under it. I'm retiring it with you. Maybe you can figure out what to do with it. Here, try this on..."
And we went thru like a dozen outfits in her closet. She had the entire junior's department crammed into a pretty large closet. I ended up inheriting a pair of bootie shorts (which fit my semi-girl bootie just fine) and two little rompers (the yellow one and a pastel green one) and a transparent swimsuit cover and two really cute cami-tops that would be too `summer-y' to wear in a few weeks anyway.
"So," she said, "now onto the huge question. What are you going to wear to the dance?"
Wow... The school fall dance was coming up in a week. Since we all wore uniforms all the time, everyone dressed really, really nicely for the dance. Girls made this the opportunity to out-do each other. But, I was still in boy mode' as far as school was concerned. I said, "I'm not sure I'll be out' as a girl by then. We're going to meet with Ms. Weston on Monday morning. I might still be in `boy mode' next weekend."
"Well, we have to have a back-up plan. You need the perfect 9th grade party dress if next weekend ends up being your `coming out' party. I always wanted to choreograph a debutant ball!"
Sigh... "OK. What do you have in mind?"
With that, she pulled out a peach colored short sleeveless dress with a lace bodice, rounded neckline and A-line skirt. She had me try it on. It had a high waist belt and flared out to about 4 inches above my knee. It was stunning. She had matching strappy high heels, and it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. "I can't. I mean. This is too beautiful. It must have cost a fortune."
She said, "It really wasn't that expensive. We bought it at the beach, when Mom and Dad suddenly decided that we should all go out to a nice restaurant one night. The shoes cost more than the dress."
"Oh my God. I'll have to learn to walk in these things."
"It takes practice. Here's a little tip. Take slightly smaller steps and practice walking heel--to-toe."
I tried on the heels with the dress and tried walking across the room. I'd walked in the wedges Mom got me, but that was a different experience. These were actual platform heels with only an ankle strap. I walked back and forth across her room several times, and was slowly getting the hang of it.
"There. Take those home and practice. By next Saturday, you'll have it down pat."
About that time, Mom pulled up in the driveway. Brie put the party dress and the rompers in a dress bag, and the other stuff in an old Nordstrom's bag, and we headed out for the car.
Mom asked, "was it successful, girls?" We both nodded and giggled.
"Mom, Brie thinks I should be `out' by next weekend and should plan to wear a party dress she gave me to the school formal."
"Wow," she said, "do you think you'll be ready for that?"
I just said quietly. I really, really, REALLY wanted to be, but in the excitement of the moment, I worried my hopes were getting ahead of what I could really do. "I'll have to see, Mom, and we'll see what Ms. Weston says Monday. But, I really hope I can."
Mom just silently nodded.
At home, Brie and I changed into our bikinis and headed for the pool, me wearing the new cover-up (well, new to me) she'd given me. When we got to the pool, Brie couldn't contain herself from staring at my crotch. "I know you said you had these miracle tape-y things you use, but that is just mysterious. You definitely do not have any sign of a `package' at all."
"I didn't think you were interested in such things, my little lesbian friend."
"I didn't say I wasn't interested in them, but from a clinical perspective. I just don't want to fill up on them, if you know what I mean."
"I got you. Katniss, not Josh."
"Yep."
The remainder of the day was lazy as shit. We swam. We laid out by the pool. Mom sent out for pizza. We binge watched all the Hunger Game movies, and caught ourselves sighing at the same scenes, but for different reasons.
Sigh...