Dottie dresses down - A Jaci and Dottie story

Andrea DiMaggio sat in front of her computer, trying to compose a new story. Chances to write had been few and far between since she had become “Tante Drea” to two small children, as she had to constantly listen for sounds of trouble.

And as if invoked by the thought, she heard a loud noise coming from down the hall, and she bolted from the chair and started heading toward the sound before she had even processed what the sound was.

Once she realized what the sound was, she slowed for a moment.

It was laughter.

But that just made her want to speed up again, because it was Jaci laughing, and she was curious what could have brought that on, as it had seemed like a long time since she had even smiled, much less laughed.

Drea rounded the corner, and opened the door to Jaci’s room, and saw the young girl laying on the floor in absolute hysterics, and then she saw what was making Jaci laugh so hard - it was Dottie.

Dottie was dressed in ratty jeans, sneakers, and a bulky sweater, with her hair tucked under a ball cap, all in an obvious attempt to try and pass as a boy.

Drea couldnt help but smile a little at Dottie’s dress, since her feminine nature shone through even in such tomboy clothes, but she wondered what on Earth had possessed Dottie to try.

“Oh.. oh Tante, Dottie made me pee myself! Look at her!”

“I’m looking. And if you really peed, you should get out of your clothes and go have a bath.”

“But Tante !”

“No buts. Scoot!”

Drea turned to Dottie, who was holding the cap in her hand and obviously fighting tears, and said, “Okay, Dottie. Besides making your sister laugh, is there a reason why you’re dressed like this?”

“I gotta go back to being a boy, Tante.”

“Why? And why now?”

“Because Jenn wants me to go camping with her Brownie troop. And If I went, they’d find out I had boy bits, and ... I cant let it happen.”

“Tell you what. Go join your sister in the bath, and when you’re both done, come to my room. We’ll talk about it as a family, okay?”

“O... kay, Tante.”

One bubble bath later, the two girls hopped into bed with Tante Drea, with Dottie in the middle as she talked about what was bothering her.

“Jenny wants me to join her Brownie troop for a weekend camp-out as sort of my introduction to Brownies. But if I go, there will be a cabin full of girls, and someone’s gonna find out I got boy bits and... I couldnt risk it. So I started thinking, if I cant do something like that, if I have to worry every time I go out that someone is going to know I’m not a real girl, maybe I should just go back to being a boy. “

“You cant go back to being a boy, Dottie! You’re were never a boy, so how can you back to being one?” Jaci said.

“Jaci has a point, Dottie. Whether you wear girl clothes or not, you ARE a girl, in your fundamental self. Nothing can change that.”

“But I feel like a fake, Tante!”

“A lot of girls like you do, sometimes Even I do, sometimes.”

“You, Tante? But you’re .... you were like us?”

Drea nodded. “I’ll tell you the story, sometime, Dottie. But for now, I wanted to remind you of something you forgot. Jenny is like you too. If she’s inviting you to join the trope, I’m sure they’ll have thought about how to accommodate you. And you had a sleepover here, how did you handle that?”

“I ... I wore a double panty. And they all knew my history anyway.”

“And they treat you like you were a fake?”

“N... no.”

“There you go. You are a girl, Dottie. Even when you try and hide it it shows through so clearly people cant help but treat you like one. “

“I guess. Its just ... sometimes, I wish I didnt have to wait for the surgery.”

“It will happen eventually, Dottie. “

“Okay Tante. You promise you’ll tell us your story someday?”

“Promise, sweetie.”

“Thanks Tante. And thanks to both you and Jaci for being there for me.”

“Anytime. Now, close your eyes, both of you. Tomorrow is another day.”

“Kay Tante.”

The two girls eventually went to sleep, and Drea breathed a prayer of thanks for them, and then closed her own eyes, and joined them in happy dreams.

And the next day, their adventures continued ....