We were almost finished with dinner, when Dad glanced at Mom. Mom nodded her head. Dad announced, "We are going to have a family council, as soon as dinner is finished and everything's cleaned up. We'll meet in the living room."

That sounded serious. We'd never had anything like that before -- a family council?

Sure enough, after I helped Mom clean up (it being my turn) we all met in the living room: Mom, Dad, our eighteen-year-old sister Tina, myself at fourteen, and our eleven-year-old brother Dick. I was most apprehensive about what this all meant, terrified at the prospect of major changes, wondering if divorce was in the picture.

Unexpectedly, Dad turned toward Dick. "Young man, I am most disturbed to learn that, not only have you been dabbling in hypnotism, but you've actually subjected us, your own family, to its unholy influence!"

Dick said, "Honestly, Dad, I just needed the practice."

"Practice!?! You call this practice?" Dad, now all red in the face, glared down at him. "I mean, giving Tina two fourteen-year-old boyfriends, and letting your mother and I and the boys' parents not see the slightest problem with the situation?"

I looked over. Tina was sitting upright, legs firmly together, feet flat on the floor, hands folded in her lap, maintaining a poker face. She actually had a date this evening with the boys and a Playstation, at one of their houses. Most likely, she would spend the night. The boys were schoolmates and friends of mine.

"Then you made me think I was a bisexual lesbian in a threeway relationship with your mother and Uncle Charlie!"

It was now my turn to sit up straight, hands folded in my lap, legs squeezed together, feet on the floor. Uncle Charlie, as we called him although he was unrelated, was a good friend of the family, and often spent the night. This put a new perspective on things, and I didn't think I could handle sex in the same thought as Mom and Dad.

"I'm really too scared to ask what you've been doing with all those girls," continued Dad after a moment. Now that Dad mentioned it, I was scared, too. Dick had the decency to turn his face down, looking shamefaced at us out the corner of his eyes.

"But what you did with Julie really takes the cake!" Dad gestured at me. "You made her think she was a boy!"

What-the-! "Excuse me, Dad, everyone. I have to go to the bathroom." I jumped and dashed upstairs. Once in the bathroom, I lifted the toilet lid and seat, opened my fly, lowered my underpants front, pulled out my dick, and peed.

I was a boy, dammit, and my name most certainly wasn't Julie!