Sorority Boy 14

Caitlin gets some things off her chest and begins the process of getting some help. But things are never really that easy for her...right?

Sorority Boy - Chap 14
By
poetheather

Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. There should be no way that these characters are like anyone else, but if that isn’t the case, it has definitely been unintentional. Also, if you happen to find that your life is represented in these pages, I’ll be impressed.


 
“You must be Caitlin, pleased to meet you. My name is Doctor Wallace.”

I smiled at her nervously. I was actually here at a shrink’s office. My heart was beating like a mile a minute. Meredith squeezed my hand in support and that helped me calm down some. “Pleased to meet you.”

“I was told you needed to see someone about some gender issues. Do you really think that becoming a man will make you feel better?”

I couldn’t help myself as I just started laughing. Meredith started in at that point as I was laughing like I had heard the funniest thing in the world. She was trying to explain the basics of the situation and I was trying to stop laughing. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be. For some reason the whole idea of me pretending to be a girl pretending to be a boy was just too much.

I finally wiped the tears from my eyes and sighed, all laughed out for the moment. Dr. Wallace smiled at me. “So I see you have managed to get yourself into a bit of a fix.”

“Yeah, I did. But I actually kind of like it. I like the girls I am hanging out with and I don’t want to lose them as friends.” I admitted.

“Why would you lose them as friends if you went back to being a boy?” It was a valid question and one that had run through my mind before.

“Well, first off, I had very few friends when I was Richard. I mean, no one liked to hang out with me and I was pretty much a loner. Secondly, if I let those other girls in on the secret I would probably get beat up or something. I hate the lying but the alternative might be worse.” It was something I was worried about.

“So you are doing this because you now have friends?” The doctor asked in clarification.

“I think it is a valid reason. I mean I had one friend through high school and that was it. A lot of people knew me but no one really wanted to be my friend. It sucked. And now dressed like this I have a bunch of friends. It’s incredible. I really love it.”

“But are they your friends or Caitlin’s?”

“Uhm…” I had to think about that. Were they still my friends if I were dressed this way? Alley seemed to be my friend and she knew. All the girls in the House knew. The only friends I had who were Caitlin’s exclusively were the other girls in the pledge class. “Most of them are my friends, which I know is a bit weird. I’m not acting like anyone but myself. I am wearing different clothes but who I am at the end of the day is the same.”

“Okay. That is pretty good. But what about your whole feeling like you’re not sure who you are anymore? And the panic attacks?” she asked me, arching an eyebrow.

“I guess I’m still trying to get used to living a girl’s life. Half of my mind is okay with it, the other half is freaking out, and I have a lot of cognitive dissonance over this whole thing that is making me absolutely crazy. I just want to find some way to get past all of this stress and tension I am feeling because of this. I gave my word to do this and I plan on sticking to that. I just want to be able to relax over it. I’m tired of stressing out over this particular topic.” That really was all I wanted, just to be able to relax over all of this. Was that really such a difficult prospect?

“Have you thought abut the reason that you are probably having this cognitive dissonance is that you are living a lie?”

“How is this a lie? I am still me, just in different clothes.” I countered.

“But with make up, a different hair cut and different social roles that you are expected to conform to. Maybe these things are what are causing you so many problems?”

That make me pause and think some more. Was what I was doing making my life so crazy? I knew I didn’t have to follow through with this and medical reasons would be a good reason to quit but it just didn’t feel right. “Dr. Wallace, my dad taught me that men and women weren’t really all that different, that a lot of things came down to how they were treated by others and what others expected of them. There is nothing in that which states that they choose to act differently, but society experts them to act different. I think that is pretty damn stupid. I have chosen to walk a mile in women’s shoes, to experience what they experience. I don’t like people being treated unfairly and if this helps me better understand what they are going through than why not do it?”

It was her turn to sit there and think, which I was fine with. “It is admirable to get to know how other people live and especially if you believe in equality. Now, do you really think you are living a girl’s life?”

I shrugged. “It’s about as close as I can get without surgery and hormones.”

“And you don’t want those?”

“Christ no. I am doing this because I said I would and that’s it. I don’t really want to be a girl, but for now this is my life. I’m okay with that.” And the sad thing is that I am okay with all of this. “I just want to find a way to come to better term with this and to find some better ways to relax.”

“I think I can help you there. At this point I don’t think you need any medication but I have a number of suggestions as to what might help. Do you exercise?”

“Yes. I do aerobics and some yoga.”

“Good. That’s an easy stress relief plan right there. What about meditation?”

“Uhm…no, but I do know someone who can teach me.” Knowing a Buddhist was a good thing at this moment.

“Have you thought about doing something like knitting?” she asked.

Knitting? Like making things out of string? That could be a stress reliever? Really? “I hadn’t even thought about that.”

“Well, it is a traditionally feminine hobby and you often end up with thinks you can keep or give to people. However, painting, writing, all sorts of arts can help you keep your stress levels down. So you might want to think about starting something like that.”

“I think I’ll look into that. Thanks.”

“It’s what I’m here for. Now for a while I think I need to see you weekly, in order to make sure you are adjusting to things well. If after a month or so these things haven’t helped I may need to put you on something to calm you down. Okay?” she said.

I nodded my head. That sounded workable. “Sure Dr. Wallace. I think I can live with that.”

“Okay. So does this time work for you?”

“Yeah, it does.”

“Good. Than I will see you next week at this same time. Take care Caitlin.”

“You too Doctor.” As I left I was feeling better. Her questions had given me something to focus on and helped me to get a different perspective on this whole thing. I was really hoping that it would help me feel better in the long run.

“So was that good for you?” asked Meredith.

“Surprisingly, yes. I think she just might be able to help me cope with these things.” I replied, feeling about fifty pounds lighter.

“Good. A lot of us have been worried about you over this. So long as you feel better and are okay with things I for one will be relieved.”

“Well, I do feel better. Let’s go get some coffee. I want a break before I get to work on homework.”

The two of us stopped by a local coffee place, Morgan’s, and got a couple of Mochas. One thing I do love about being a girl is that I can drink whatever I want and I won’t be judged by it. I’ve seen guys getting looked at funny for ordering mochas so being able to order one without getting stared at was a good thing. It wasn’t fair but not everything is better in skirts, so I guess it balances out.

While we were there, I spotted Esperanza. We hustled over to where she was sitting drinking tea. “Hey there.”

“Good afternoon. How are you guys doing?”

“Not too bad. I saw you and wanted to come over and say Hi. That and I had a question for you.”

“What?” she asked, cocking her head to the side some.

“Well…can you teach me how to meditate?” I could feel myself blushing as I asked that.

“Sure. That would be no problem. We can do that tonight after the study session.”

“Great. I am looking forward to that. I’m hoping that it might help me destress.”

She laughed. “Yeah, it is good for that. I always feel nice and relaxed afterwards. It can’t hurt things, you know.”

I was sure it could only help me at this point.
 


 
To Be Continued...



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