Growing Pains- a Jaci and Dottie story
Dottie stopped reading her book and scratched her chest again, which she had been doing all day when she thought no one was looking.
Finally, she finished the chapter she was reading, and put a bookmark in the book, and put it on her nightstand, and got out off her chair.. She winced when she moved, but started searching for her sister and playmate Jaci, finally tracking her down in the living room. Jaci was watching a cartoon called “young justice” and eating peanut butter straight out of the jar with a spoon.
Dottie found that habit gross, so she snuck up behind her sister, poked a finger in her back, and said in her best John Wayne voice, “Drop that there peanut butter, varment!”
Jaci jumped, dropped the jar, which bounced because it was made of plastic, and squealed.
Turning around she said, “Dottie! You scared me!”
“Well, pilgrim, you deserved to be scared for eating peanut butter right from the jar.”
“Who are you supposed to sound like? I dont recognise her.”
“Not her, him. John Wayne.”
Jaci giggled, and said “No way, pilgrim, this is what John Wayne sounds like”
Dottie laughed so hard she had to take her glasses off to wipe the tears from her face, giving Jaci time to grab the jar of peanut butter and run toward her room with it.
“Can’t catch me!”
“Come back here, you thieving varment!” Dottie hollered, and then raced after her. The two girls raced around, giggling, until Dottie caught up to Jaci and started tugging on the jar of peanut butter. The two girls wrestled for a moment, and then Dottie won, pulling the jar toward her chest.
Only to drop it screaming a moment later.
“Dottie! What’s wrong?”
“My breasts, I hit them. Ohhh, that hurt ...”
“Let me see.... Dottie, why aren’t you wearing your bra?”
“It ....got tight. My breasts have been itchy and sore and then my bras got tight.”
“Dottie? Are your breasts growing?”
“I ... I think so. I wanted this, but it hurts ...”
“Well, we’ll get some cream from Tante, and I guess we’ll have to get you a new bra.”
“No! We cant tell Tante!”
“Why...why not?”
“Because they arent supposed to grow yet. Tante said they wont until I get on hormones. How can they be growing if I dont have any female hormones?”
“I dont know. But Tante will figure it out, or we’ll go to the doctor, why wouldnt that work?”
“Cause I remember how they treated Tante when you started bleeding. They acted like she made the whole thing up! And this is worse, if they think Tante has been giving me hormones before I’m supposed to have them, she’ll be in trouble, and they’ll take us away from her. We ... cant .... tell her!”
“But ... what do we do then?”
“I dont know, Jaci.”
Dottie wept, and Jaci held her tight, and the two girls clung together for several minutes, and then Dottie wiped her eyes, and said, “I ... I gotta go to my room and see if I can find something to hide these.” She walked away still holding her chest, and Jaci fought her own tears and headed to her own room to cry in private.
“What do we do? What do we do?” Jaci said to herself, not knowing that Dottie was asking the same question in her bedroom.
“What do we do?”
“Dear God, what do we do?”
Growing pains part 2 - A Jaci and Dottie story
Dottie had been through a tough time.
Ever since she realized her breasts were growing, it had dominated her thoughts, and had led to some behaviors that her friends found troubling.
In her mind, her small chest was blowing up like a balloon, and soon she would have watermelon-sized breasts, then even bigger, until she couldnt stand or walk without falling forward. She imagined herself needing a wheelchair with a large table across her chest to support her massive mammaries .....
Not only that, she felt sure she was going to get attention from boys, attention she had no idea how to handle or even think about much without shaking. She had dreams of having boys so focused on her chest that her head could detach and launch itself into space and they wouldn’t notice ....
All of this had combined to drain her mental resources to their limits, leaving her tired, weak, and shaking. She lost her appetite, was having trouble sleeping, and had fought off more flashbacks in the last week than she had faced in the last six months prior. Normally bright and cheerful and loving hugs, she had turned into a shuffling zombie who flinched whenever anyone tried to touch her ...
Her friends at school were concerned, but her sister Jaci was even more worried, because only she knew of the secret Dottie was trying to keep - that her breasts were growing, in defiance of all the logic of her biology.
Finally, Jaci knew she had to take matters into her own hands, before Dottie got so bad nothing would help.On a Sunday morning, when instead of wearing a pretty yellow sundress that was normally her favorite church outfit she was wearing jeans and a baggy sweater in an attempt to hide her breasts, Jaci took the girl by the hand and took her back to her room. She then lifted the sweater off and began to do the same for the jeans. Dottie weakly tried to protest, but she didnt stop her sister until she was back in her underwear, and Jaci was fitting a bra on her.
The bra fit, and Jaci said, “You’re a full A-cup now, Dottie.
Dottie nodded numbly. she knew her old bras were now too tight, which had been the first sign that something was wrong with her.
Jaci then grabbed the sundress out of the closet, and lifting Dottie’s hands up, slid it over her head and into place.
Dottie kept saying “Tante will see .... Tante will see ...” but again she offered no resistance.
Once Dottie looked more like she was supposed to for church, Jaci led the girl out to the kitchen to find Tante Drea waiting for them with a stack of pancakes.
Jaci watched her sister push around pieces of her pancakes, and said, “Tante, after church, we need to have a family meeting.”
“Of course we can. But what brings this up?”
“Dottie has something to .... get off her chest.”
Despite herself, Dottie giggled.
“Is that true, Dottie?”
“Y...Yes Tante.”
Drea managed to contain her curiosity until the church service was over, but as soon as they said their goodbyes, she took the two girls home, and sat them down in the living room.
“Okay, Dottie, you’ve been upset for a while now. . I wish I had done something sooner, but obviously whatever is bothering you has come to a head. So will you please tell me what it is, so I can help?”
“Tante, my breasts are growing. I cant wear my old bras, and I borrowed one of Jaci’s today. I ... I got scared when I saw them grow, because you told me they wouldnt until I was on hormones, and I ‘m not yet. I... I... thought they would think you were giving me hormones on the sly, and ... take me away from you.”
“Oh... sweetie. You mean I never told you about the tests you took at the hospital? They said it was possible you have an undeveloped ovary, but they werent sure. One of the ways we would know for sure was if you started showing signs of increased female hormones, like growing breasts. We will have to go to our family doctor, but nobody is going to get in trouble.”
Dottie burst into tears in relief, and Drea and Jaci held her tight, letting her feel the love and acceptance they felt for her flow through into the sobbing girl until she ran out of tears, and then Tante Drea decided that a good supper with a little bit of ice cream for dessert would be the thing to do next, and with one thing and another, time passed until the two little girls went to their respective rooms to sleep.
Dottie cuddled up with a large stuffed dog and tried to organize her thoughts, which were going in a hundred different directions at once. She tried to picture the ovary as a secret ally, helping her become a girl without anybody even knowing. She smiled at the thought, and then remembered she had more than just the ovary helping her - she had a lot of people who were also doing their best to help her be the person she knew herself to be, and right at the top of the list was Tante Drea and her big sister Jaci.
Breathing a word of thanks for them both, she then closed her eyes, and went to sleep.
Tomorrow would be another day ....