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Through the years: Tracy emerging part 12

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“Yeah.” Mary Beth smiled. Then she looked to Tracy. “Is h..she okay?” She remembered the lecture about using the right words in time.

All the girls looked to see Tracy shaking in fear. The young girl knew her secret was going to get out. The school would know by time she got back. Sage leaned over and put a hand on Tracy's. “Hey, you okay.”

“No.” She whimpered.

Sage got up and moved to her side. “Tracy, trust me. They won’t harm you here.” She glared over her shoulder to the two girls. “And they won't talk about meeting you at school, will they?”

Both Mary Beth and her sister looked a little worried at the intensity of Sage's glare. “No.” Mary Beth said.

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Thanks to Djkauf for the editing.

Please note, but to the almost graphic nature of this post, I upped the rating. I promise the fun stuff shall return someday.

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Through the years: Tracy emerging part 11

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Tracy was silent for a moment, then she sighed. She didn't want to leave it like that. She was almost in the same boat as Sage. Guilt was welling up for the yelling and her actions. “It's okay.” Her voice cracked slightly. “Sage?”

Sage stopped, her hand on the door knob. “Yeah?”

“Sorry I yelled.” Tracy shut off the water and peeled back the curtain just enough to show her face. I...you mean well with it...I just didn't want.....”

Sage shut the door as Tracy let the curtain fall back in place. She could hear her friend start to cry. She walked in and grabbed a towel for her. “You didn't want someone to see you like you are?” She guessed.

“Yeah.” Tracy answered through the tears. “The past few months I've grown to hate that damn thing.”

“I know. That's how I've felt about mine for a while, too.” The crying began to get worse. Sage waited a moment, then she spoke again, her voice soft and full of concern. “Do you trust me? I won't do anything to hurt you.”

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Thanks to Djkauf for the editing.

In this episode....Tracy is discovered

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Through the years: Tracy emerging part 10

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Tracy thought about her situation for a moment, then looked at her friends. “Sage, can I talk to you and Rachel for a moment.”

“Sure, what's up?” Rachel asked.

“Alone? Please?” Tracy asked as she stood up.”

The other two girls followed her to her chair, then they wheeled her to the hall. “What's up?”

“You really think that they won’t mind about me?” Tracy's voice dropped to a whisper.

“Tracy, they won’t care. You should tell them, just because it'll help you relax.” Sage replied, just as quietly.

“You think so?”

“Yes. And if you want, we'll be right there with you.” Rachel said, smiling at her.

“Okay. Let's do it.” Tracy said, then she let them push her back into the living room.

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A big thank you to Djkauf for the Editing.

Nothing too Earth shattering this time, just fun with the girls.

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RE: Through the years: Tracy emerging part 10

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So you know, the next chapter of Tracy's story will be a bit delayed. That's why I posted a second one today.

I will be out of town and away from my computer until possibly Monday. And I don't have another set up to send off of editing. Sorry for the delay, but I promise it will get better.

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Through the years: Tracy emerging part 9

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Her heart began to race as she hoped it was her friends and she reached over for the phone and picked it up, still wishing for the use of her right hand. “Hello?” She called into the phone.

“HI TRACY!” A group of voices yelled into the phone, making her pull the earpiece away from her ear. She waited a second and slowly put the ear piece back, waiting to be yelled at again.

“Um....hi.” She said. “Who is this?”

Through the years: Tracy emerging part 8

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Tracy was woken from her slumber by the ringing of the phone inches from her head. She grunted as she turned on her side and blindly reached for the infernal device that had ruined her sleep. She didn't hear anyone running for the phone, so she guessed that she was still all alone in the house. She groped for the phone with her left hand, which she wasn't used to using. She almost dropped it before she secured her grip on it. She held it to her ear and tried to say “Hello? Who is this?” But in came out as gibberish.

There was the chuckle of a young girl on the other end of the phone. “Is that English?” She heard Rachel's voice ask.

“Rachel?” She mumbled into the phone.

“And Sage.” A second voice said.

“She's at my place because we wanted to call and see how you were doing.” Rachel answered the yet to be asked question.

“So....." Sage gave a slight pause for dramatic effect and then asked. "how you doing?”

This poor girl may win at some point.
Thanks to Djkauf for the editing.

Through the years: Tracy emerging part 7

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Both men looked to Mary Beth and she seemed to shrink down a little. “I was going back towards my class after lunch. I had seen Clark and his cousins try and pick a fight with Troy, then I watched Peter and Troy yell at each other. I don't know about what, but Peter was mad that Troy was pushing himself.” She didn't mention that she heard what name he called Troy. That was just one more question that Mary Beth had for Troy. “I was gonna walk with Troy to the class, but Bobby Anderson tripped him and kept walking.”

“Looks like Mr. Anderson and I need to have a talk about personal space.” Mr. Harper replied.

The door to the nurses office opened up and she looked at the two men, her face losing color fast, then her gaze fell on the secretary. “Call an ambulance, now.”

The secretary grabbed her phone and began dialing. Mr. Harper walked over and lowered his voice. “Is it bad?”

“He's pulled out all the stitches. I've got him holding his legs together and holding gauze at the incision site, but he's still bleeding and I can't do anything for him here.”

“Crap.” Mr. Harper turned and went around the desk. “I'll try his father as well.” He turned his attention to the teacher and Mary Beth. “You should get to class young lady, I'll talk to you later.”

“Okay, sir.” She looked into the nurse’s office and couldn't see the bed Troy was on, due to the dividing curtain. A part of her really wanted to know what was going on with Troy.

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This poor kid will learn at some point.......maybe
A special thanks to Djkauf for the editing again

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Through the years: Tracy emerging part 6

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He walked out of the office, headed for his class with another note in hand. He wasn't setting any record pace today. Most of the kids dodged around him, some not really noticing him, until he got near the fifth grade classes. Then she could hear the whispers start up.

“That's him....”

“I thought he was dead.....”

“I heard he killed four guys in that fight....”

“I heard his thing was cut off....”

“....yeah, he took on Bruce, Frankie and Kenny after they cut him open.....”

“.....fought ten guys and won....yeah him.....”

“...oh?....Well he got shot, that's why he's walking slow....that's what I heard....”

Tracy did her best not to burst into laughter. He moved on down a hall, headed for his class. A familiar figure fell in step next to him. “Hey Peter.”

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And now for that first few days where she comes back to school

And once again, big thanks to DjKauf for the editing

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Through the years: Tracy emerging part 5

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“Everything okay, Son?” Conner asked. “I thought I heard crying in your house, haven't seen Tracy next door either.”

William was quiet for a few moments as Vance took his first swing. “No Dad, it's not.”

“What's wrong?” The older man asked.

“We learned something last night and it's tearing Tracy up.” William replied.

“What's that?”

William leaned the ax against the house and led his father away from the house. “Dad, the other day when she was attacked in your back yard it started behind the barn.” He pointed to the large structure that was on his property.

“Yeah, she said that. Then she ran, right?” Conner asked.

“It's more, Dad.” William led his father to the corner of the barn and he stopped, then they both watched Vance cutting wood. William let out a sigh and shook his head. “They attempted to rape her.”

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A glimpse into Tracy the next morning, and how William takes care of his anger issues. Plus because it makes me laugh, more of Vance and Sage

A special thanks to DJKauf for the editing

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Through the years: Tracy emerging part 4

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This contains an attack and almost rape. Please be warned I have altered the rating to reflect that, sorry if it seems high, just being safe.

But fear not, our Brave Tracy may be fine.........

And I'd like to give a big thank you to Djkauf for the editing. Thank you very much.

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A decision about Through the years

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Okay, I have received several messages about my typos and I agree with all of you. When I write I move fast because I tend to forget stuff quickly. So when an idea hits, I type like the wind. I may also be partly dyslexic. I thank each and every one of you who have point out my mistakes, because let's face it, I haven't caught them.

But I was thinking of going back and fixing hte typos in the posted ones and was wondering if that would be fine. I really don't want to submit them all over again.

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Through the years: Tracy emerging part 3

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“We need to get going. Troy will be checking out here shortly.” Maggie said, moving the chair past Mary Beth.

The young girl began walking with them. “Are you going to be in school Monday?”

“Maybe. It depends on how I feel by then.” Tracy replied.

“So what happened?” The girl asked again.

“I'd rather not talk about it. It's kinda personal.” Tracy said.

“So it's true? Bruce cut your...well you know, your thingy off.” She blushed as she said it.

Tracy's cheeks went just as red. “Who said that?” She asked.

“I heard it someplace.” The girl replied as she looked to the floor.

Maggie chuckled. “No, he didn't cut it off. If he had, Troy would be dead.”

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Through the years: Tracy emerging part 2

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“Peter?” She blinked a couple of times.

“Yep.” He nodded. “Come on, lets walk.”

She gripped the walker and slowly made her way down the hall. “You came to visit me?”

“Yeah. I wanted to skip school, but Mom wouldn't let me.” He said with a shrug. “And they wouldn't let me out of their sight yesterday. I was here Wednesday night, but you were out of it and the nurses made me go home.”

“Oh. Thank you for coming, even if they made you leave.” Tracy said with a smile.

“i had to see ya. After that fight....” He wiped at his eyes before a tear could form.

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Through the years: Tracy emerging part 1

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Tracy lay back slowly, a look of confusion all over her face. “Water.” She said in a raspy voice. Conner held up a glass with a straw and he let Tracy take a drink. Then he pulled it away in mid drink. She tired to follow the straw, but he held her back again.

“Sorry, but the nurse said you could drink a little when you woke, but they want to check on you before you have too much.”

His grandchild moaned, but she lay back and looked at the other side of the bed, then back at her grandfather. “Mom isn't here?”

“She's with Modine in the cafeteria. She needed a break. We've been taking turns with you and Modine.” He said, then he sighed. “Tell me Troy, what do you remember?”

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Through the years: Troy's Story part 20

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WARNING!!!!!!!! THIS CHAPTER IS MUCH DARKER THEN THE PAST NINTEEN. IT HAS ELEMENTS OF ATTEMPTED RAPE AND AN ATTACK, SO PLEASE, PROCEDE WITH CAUTION

The rating has been raised to reflect the violence and I am sorry to anyone this offends.

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Through the years: Troy's Story part 19

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“I only did it at times. When you worked in the field. When Mom ran to the store really quick. It's not like I wore the skirt all the time.”

“Makes sense.” William replied. “And do you do it to relax?”

Tracy looked to the floor. “I used to think that. But the other day, when we stopped in Tracy.” Her friends began to snicker and she ignored them. “I thought Aunt Shelly didn't know and they'd hate me, so I became Troy for the time I'd be here and I hated it. I stayed up in the guest room, not wanting to to anything till Monday.”

“What happened?” William asked, genuinely curious.

“I happened.” Shelly said with a grin. “I told her that I knew and didn't care. A while later, Tracy showed up and then the girls came over to hang out with her.

“And that's been fun.” Tracy's smile brightened as she looked at her new friends.

“Must have, she's been around them for almost two days straight.” Persephone said with a grin. “Not that I'm complaining. She's a well behaved young lady.”

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What a strange day so far

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So it's my birthday today and through Facebook I've gotten a bunch of wall to wall postings. I managed to get yelled at on one by my brothers wife for using the word...and I kid you not...Porn.

She got mad because I'm not setting a good example for any kids who may be reading the posts. Like my brothers kids, one of who had put things far worse on his own posts. I have no children and I'm not truly a fan of the drooling little snot factories anyway. So I'm having fun writing back and forth with my brother and four friends when she steps in and ruins my fun.

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Through the years: Troy's Story part 18

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Sage led Tracy down the street as Rachel passed them in her mothers van. Tracy felt bad for being able to still have fun, but she wasn't that religious and Rachel's mom refused to push her beliefs on her. Rachel waved and the two girls waved back.

“So was it fun?” Sage asked.

“What? Waving?” Tracy replied, looking at her new friend. She had gone over some of the stuff that Sage had said the past few days, things were slowly wonder what Sage's true story was.

Sage began to chuckle. “No you goof. A sleepover? Heck Two sleepovers?”

“That was great. You two are so much fun.” Tracy said. “I kinda wish I was a real girl like you two.”

Sage laughed. “Tracy, I'm as much of a girl as you are...well maybe more, but the way you act? The way you carry yourself? Total girl.”

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Through the years: Troy's Story part 17

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William woke up around seven on Sunday morning to a quiet house. He went through the usual morning routine. Bathroom, breakfast and he was now sitting in front of the TV, feeling slightly unnerved from the silence his house had. He needed to talk to his wife and son. But they were no where around.

He sat there for what felt like an eternity, till he finally stood up and got dressed. A few minutes later he was standing on the porch to his parents house. He knocked, unsure if his parents were awake. He waited for a minute and was about to leave when the door opened up. His mother looked out at him and smiled. “Hello Son.”

“Hey Mom.” He replied, slumping his shoulders as he did.

“Everything okay?” She asked. She knew that Maggie had told him about Tracy. So she knew the battle he was having in his mind, at least she thought she knew.

“Nah. I....” He sighed. “I don't know. But I was going to see if you could have Dad keep an eye on my place. I need to talk to Maggie and Troy and they're in Livermore.”

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As promised, a little time with William and a glimpse at Modines house.

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Through the years: Troy's Story part 16

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“Come on Vance. I got something to show you.” He stood up and led Vance through the kitchen to the garage. He shut the door to the kitchen and flipped on the light switch. There in the center of the garage was a large car shaped lump under a tarp. “Now I got a few rules involving this. No eating. And no sitting on it.”

With that, Frank pulled the trap off, revealing a light blue mid sixties muscle car. He folded the tarp up the best he could and put it in a corner. “This is my baby. A nineteen sixty five Pontiac GTO.” He gestured to the drivers door. “Go ahead. Hop on in.”

Vance stood there for a moment, mesmerized by the gleaming beauty. Then he slowly went to the drivers door and opened it up. “This is cool.” He said as he slid into the drivers seat.

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This chapter will focus on the two Patterson kids. A mix of Vance an Tracy and the fun they have around the Livermore/Dublin areas

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Through the years: Troy's Story part 15

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“Yeah, I know that now. I was young and stupid and I messed up big.” Rachel said. “But I understand, at least I think I do.” She patted at the seat once more, this time Tracy sat down.

“How? I barely understand it. I...I just want to feel right.” Tracy said. “I used to think that being Tracy was a release, the chance to not be Troy.” She shook her head and looked at her feet. “Now....hell I hated the fact I felt that I needed to be Troy when I was here. I can't wait for the weekends where my Grandfather is out of town so Tracy can be out.” Her eyes misted up and she just sat there.

“Hey. No need for the tears.” Rachel slid closer and slipped an arm around Tracy.

Tracy leaned into Rachel. “I don't know what's wrong with me.”

“I do.” Rachel replied. This caused Tracy to look up at her. “You're finding yourself.”

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Through the years: Troy's Story part 14

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“So no Tracy?” Shelly asked.

“No, and I told her it'd be okay.” Maggie sighed.

“It that why he was so glum?” Shelly glanced to the door, making sure it was still shut.

Maggie nodded. “Tracy was so lively on the way down here. I think she talked from home to Tracy, the town, where she changed. Once she changed, Troy was miserable.” She shook her head. “Maybe I shouldn't have let her be Tracy for the ride.”

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Through the years: Troy's Story part 13

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A frown appeared on William's face. His voice was a whisper again. “I have been pretty bad to him, Vance too. Hell, I'd be surprised if he doesn't hate me by now.”

“He loves you. He's just afraid that you'd punish him for this.” Maggie said.

“A few months back, before mom called me on it at her place, I would have. But I'm trying to get better.” He squeezed his wife once more. “So, no letting on that I know. I think I can do that.”

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Through the years: Troy's Story part 12

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“And you're worried that you're doing something that may hurt him later?” Shelly asked.

“Yeah.” Maggie choked on her reply. She wanted to help her son, but this had been a growing fear. She didn't want him being a mental wreck in the future, something he could blame on her.

“I see. Does he do it because he wants to be a girl? Or does he get some form of enjoyment out of the dresses? Maybe sexual pleasure.”

“He's only eleven. He doesn't even know about that yet.” Maggie groaned. “At least I hope he doesn't. I'm not ready for my baby to grow up that soon.”

Through the years: Troy's Story part 11

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“I hear there was some trouble at school today. Would you like to tell me what happened?” William asked as Troy took a seat. His face showed no emotions, but the boys could tell how he forced himself to speak in a calm to that he wasn't pleased. The big man shut off the TV, forcing Vance to pay attention to him. He stood in front of them, arms crossed and looking none to happy.

Troy looked up at his dad, trying to not think about the trouble he was in. “We got in a fight today.”

“With each other?” He began tapping one foot, glaring from one boy, then to the next and back again.

“No. We fought with Bruce and Frankie.” Troy replied.

William looked at Vance. “I thought they were your friends.”

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Through the years: Troy's Story part 10

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He ran towards the hall, but it was still packed with kids going in both directions, so instead of fighting the crowds, he ran for the playground, shoving his way through the crowd. He knew he could make it past one of the wings and make a bee line for his classroom. As he passed some of the seventh grade room, he barreled into someone. Both kids hit the ground, the lager one grabbing at him.

“Troy?” His brother said. “Who the hell you running from?”

Bruce and Frankie came running around the corner and they slid to a stop. “Well if it isn't Troy's big sister.”

“Back off Bruce.” Vance said, getting to his feet and putting Troy behind him.

“Isn't that cute, big sisters is protecting little sister.” Bruce sneered at them. “Guess we'll kick both of your asses.”

Through the years: Troy's Story part 9

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Troy grabbed a smaller bag and followed his father out to the car. The Autumn weather made him shiver slightly as he stepped outside. William stopped and put the bags he was carrying in, then took the one Troy had and put it in the back seat. He turned to his son and leaned against the side of the car. “I don't want to repeat your mother, but be good.”

“I will Dad.” Troy said.

“And I want to thank you Troy.” William said.

“For what?” Troy cocked his head to the side.

“You've been nothing but nice to Vance this week while your grandma has him in that dress. I still feel bad for laughing, but I wasn't ready for it.” He bent down and put a hand on his son's shoulder. “Thank you for being the bigger man.”

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Could I have this dance?

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I had this story kicking around in my head for the past couple of days. It's short, but sweet. Enjoy

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She was a beauty. Sure there were other women in that room at the time, but none had the beauty and happiness that radiated on her face. Her dress was a sight to behold. The lace that run up the sides was exquisite. Her hair was done up with flowers on one side. And that smile never left her lips.

Through the years: Troy's Story part 8

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“Vance, please just go.” Tracy pleaded.

“That's a great idea!” His wicked grin got bigger. “I'll go....and call Bruce and Frankie. They'd love to hear this!”

“Please don't.” She began to make her way down the steps, tears began to race down her cheeks. “Don't tell anyone.”

“Too late for that, Fag. It's all your fault anyway.” Vance turned and ran out of the yard as Tracy made it to the bottom step. She fell to her knees and began crying hard.

When he heard Vance's voice Peter had already been moving to the door, But the older boy was gone by time he got to her side. Modine stepped out and looked around for trouble, concern on her face. “Tracy, what happened.”

“Vance just seen her.” Peter replied, helping Tracy to her feet. “He's going to call his punk friends.”

Please note, there is a few harsh words in here so I left the rating at PG15. It also has Petticoat Punishment
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Through the years: Troy's Story part 7

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Peter could feel that they were uncomfortable, so he began to go to the side of the house, turning his head to talk to them once more as he went. “Well ladies, have a nice.....” His steps stopped and he turned to look at Tracy again. He stood there for a moment, then asked. “Troy? Is that you?”

The young boy didn't reply. Instead, the young girl who was there knew she was caught, so she jumped from the table and flung the backdoor opened, running to the safety of the guest bedroom. Peter stood there for a moment, unsure what to do. Modine and Maggie both stood up, the older woman patting Troy's mother on the arm. “I got her.”

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Through the years: Troy's Story part 6

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He slipped into the nightgown and slowly Tracy began to be emerge. When she was fully there, she went into the kitchen where her grandmother was waiting, already working on her crossword. Tracy stopped by her grandmother long enough to give her a light kiss on the cheek. “Morning Grandma.” She said as she moved to the cupboard that held the skillets.

“Good morning to you too, young lady.” Modine replied, not looking up from her paper. “You need help?”

“Maybe.” Tracy replied as she pulled out a skillet. “But can I try it on my own first?”

“Sure thing sweetie. You just let me know when you need help.”

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Through the years: Troy's Story part 5

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“Oh God baby, why didn't you let anyone know you were home. You got us all worried.” Maggie said, kissing his cheek.

“I was sleeping.” He said meekly.

“Where the HELL have you been!” William screamed as he got just outside of the kitchen.

Modine stood up slowly and blocked his way into the kitchen. “Now I know your hearing is still good. I told you where he has been. Asleep on my porch swing. So don't you dare yell at him for that.”

“Mom, let me handle this.” He snarled at her

“You can handle it, but you wont yell in my house, not till I'm dead and gone, understand me?” Troy's grandmother was shorter then his father, but she didn't bat an eye as she stood there. “Now he was on the property, but he couldn't really tell anyone he was here if he was sleeping, now can he.”

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Through the years: Troy's Story part 4

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“Joy.” Troy's sarcastic tone wasn't lost on Peter. Together the two boys walked up to the line, waiting to get on to the ride home. Peter moved off and got on his bus, leaving Troy alone with his jerk brother. Steps away from the bus, Troy felt someone shove his side and he fell to the ground.

“Ooooohhhh.” A tall, thin boy sneered down at him. “Did the wittle baby fall?”

Troy scrambled to his feet and glared at his attacker. “Go to hell Vance.” He spat out.

His brother stood half a foot taller, which gave him the ability to loom over the smaller Patterson boy. Vance's arm cocked back as though he were going to throw a punch, making Troy bring up his arms to block. “Fag.” His brother laughed at him before getting on the bus. At the top of the steps he stopped and looked at his brother who was just watching him. “Come on little baby. Maybe we should get you home and change your diapers!” The kids on the bus started to laugh loudly.
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Through the years: Troy's Story part 3

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A smile spread across her lips as she stepped in. “Hello Tracy.” She stopped just in front of the girl and hugged her. “You look beautiful.” She whispered into Tracy's ear.

The girl's face was bright with pride and her smile spread from ear to ear. “Thank you Mama.”

“And so polite too. How did I get so lucky to have a beautiful girl with manners?” She asked, looking over to her mother-in-law.

“Don't ask me. Maybe she's been in there all this time, she just needed the chance to come out.” Modine said as she went to the cupboard and pulled out a loaf of freshly made bread. She waited for Tracy to turn back to her and she cut a slice off of the loaf. She then offered the knife to her. “Here you go young lady. Five more slices, just like the one I did.”

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Through the years: Troy's Story part 2

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September 1982
Northern California

A grueling four weeks of hell had passed for little Troy. Vance had gotten worse, picking on his brother every chance he got, and as always, Troy's dad just ignored it. But Troy had that beacon of hope. He just had to make it to the week end to be able to unwind at his Grandmothers place. And he had

Through the years: Troy's Story part 1

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1982
Northern California

Troy Patterson stood in the kitchen and watched as his mother's car pull out of the driveway that early August morning. His father was already gone off on a week long fishing trip with his friends. His older brother, and constant tormentor, Vance, was with his mother to go to hang out with friends for the weekend. In the background he could hear the beginnings of another cartoon. Yet, unlike most eleven year old, he wasn't paying attention to the TV anymore. He had been waiting patiently for the house to empty....well maybe not too patiently.

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