The Little Brother
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

In all this transgender shit, nobody talks about people like me. Nobody talks about the little brother.

Imagine that you have an older brother that you always looked up to, a sportsman and a musician and a popular guy at school, somebody a little brother would want to be, and then he tells you he wants to be a girl. That is what Josh did. I could not believe it. None of us could. Our parents were in shock too.

Josh might have turned out to be a sissy, but he was a determined one. There was nothing my parents could do, especially after they had him assessed and the specialist told them it was true. The specialist prescribed hormones, and because Josh had attempted to do it himself, this guy suggested castration might be appropriate too. So, Mom bursts into tears and talked to him about how they will back him through all of it, and from now on Jason will be Jennifer.

Mom and Dad and “Jennifer” are all hugging and talking about love and family. But what about me? I am in the corner thinking - What the fuck! What happened to my brother who I looked up to? This is sick!

If that wasn’t bad enough, Jennifer turns up at school, admittedly wearing “gender neutral” but definitely gay clothes, and people in his class including the captain of my ball team, Tim Davis, get told that Jason is now Jennifer. Everybody starts looking at me, the brother of the fag. Nothing much happened that first day, but in the days that followed I got plenty of shit. Everybody feels for Jennifer, but not for me. Poor Jennifer, trapped in being Josh. What was so bad about Josh? He had it all, and now he is going to lose his balls and there will be no going back.

The teachers say that nobody can tease Jennifer. She is special. She was like the school’s first transgender student. “We will all be judged by the way we treat people who are different, so show her respect.” Stuff like that. It applies to Jennifer, but not to me. I still get the shit.

Then every day Jennifer gets revealed a little more, as her hair grows and her body changes.

“I never want to wear pants again,” says Jennifer after she comes home from her ‘little procedure’. “I only want to wear dresses.” And everybody says that Jennifer, the ex-athlete softened by all those hormones, has great legs -long and toned. Whatever.

I loved my brother, I guess. Brothers can fight but they do love one another – right? But who the fuck is Jennifer? I don’t know this girl. She appears in my house strutting around in her skimpy clothes, with those legs and those freshly sprouted titties. How the fuck am I supposed to react? Call me a heel, but sure, I called her a sissy and a tranny. Sometimes she needs to be reminded that she is not really a girl at all. Sometimes it helps for me to remind myself.

Guys at school started to talk about Jennifer, but not in those terms. They started to talk about how pretty she was, and that she was “fuckable regardless of what she might have in her panties.” They even asked me: “Hey, Matt, does your sister have a pussy yet?”

The very thought was disgusting, but all I could say was: “She is nutless, but she would still have a bigger dick than you.” It was not true. In those skimpy panties she would walk around the house in, there was hardly a bulge at all.

Tim was not one of those to talk that way. He was in the same class as Jennifer but he only made it to the second ball team, because he is more the academic type, with me on the reserves being “the little brother of a star player”. He would ask me about Jennifer at practice, but only to ask if she was into boys. “I hear some transwomen are not,” he said.

How the fuck would I know? But she certainly seemed to dress to turn the guys on – dresses high in the leg or low in the front, or both. It was like she was deliberately trying to embarrass me – Here am I, Matt with the trans sister. Fuck Jennifer.

But that was the problem. It is wrong to think about your sister that way. But I figured the reason why I did was because I was not brought up with her. She was not really my sister. If she always had been there, I figure that I would not be having wet dreams that featured her.

Then Jennifer is telling me all about being the man of the family. She says how I am now taller than her because of the female hormones in her system and me flooded with the male type, and how I am the brother now, and like, the family name depends on me because she will never have kids. And she tells me that Tim Davis has asked her out.

“Tim knows me, and he is happy with me the way I am,” she said. But the thought of Tim fucking my sister is … well, somehow it just drives me crazy. She doesn’t have a pussy, at least not yet. So, she will have to take it up the ass, or suck him off. That is my sister, Buddy! Or at least she is now.

But what would it be like? I can’t stop wondering. I have not had a girl yet, but when I do, I want her to be as sexy as Jennifer. Of course, I can never have her, but that makes me even crazier. I know it’s wrong, but it is just so hard being in my position!

Nobody seems to understand. Nobody thinks about somebody in my position – the little brother.

The End

© Maryanne Peters 2024