Stuck in a Rut.
By Rosalie Redd

Casey Church is a normal 13 year old girl, But in a world where there hasn’t been a girl born in over 100 years, Casey adjusts to her new life as a girl. Can Casey cope with everything that comes with being a girl, or will others conspire to ruin her life?

Chapter 34

It was Sunday morning, and I changed in the bathroom, as normal. Janie and Luna were busy having sex, and I felt like a third wheel. Climbing down the stairs, I encountered DeShaun at the bottom step.
He was sitting on it and thinking. I gently brushed past him, and that’s when he noticed me.

“Sorry, I was busy thinking about things.”, he said to me. I motioned for him to get up and follow me, which he did. He sat on the couch, and I flopped down sideways, my head in his lap. As he stroked my hair, I felt peaceful, and I could tell he was calming down.

I faked being asleep and when Mom and Dad came down and I heard the “awww”, I pretended I didn’t.

Janie and Luna came down a little while later, both looking like the cat that swallowed the canary. I smirked at them, careful not to tip off my parents. We sat and had a nice breakfast and then we went out to the back yard. Mom insisted on schooling DeShaun in basketball, which of course, she did. Dad sat in the hammock and read a book. Janie, Luna, and I just kind of hung out and talked about girl stuff. It was nice.

The afternoon rolled on, and we eventually said goodbye, as Mom dropped Luna and Janie off at their houses.

It was a pretty normal day, well… what counted for normal in this family, anyhow.
DeShaun and Dad watched the Vikings game, while Mom pretended to not be interested. It was sort of a running joke. Mom had been a football player, and knew more about the sport than anyone else in the house, possibly except DeShaun, of course. I was there, but my interest in the game was minimal. I hadn’t been a huge sports fan, but I had been one. But with my change, I found that more male activities didn’t hold the same allure to me anymore. I was more and more interested in what people considered to be “girly”.

I pondered this quite a lot. It was established that during the change there were fundamental changes made to the brain, neural pathways re-organizing themselves, the physical structure changing and shifting, and even the physical composition was altered. Was I being hard-wired to become someone else? Less than a month had passed, but male-me would not recognize this person in front of them.

The game ended, and Dad and DeShaun headed for the kitchen. Mom looked at me gazing off into space. “Penny for your thoughts”, she said.

I sighed and told her what was on my mind. Mom nodded and spoke. “I was like that too, at your age. Wondering if I was still me. I think we all go through it when we change. I can tell that you are still my baby. Your interests may have shifted, and your sexuality and gender… but you are still the best kid in the world.”, she said before heading off to the kitchen.

I blushed and wandered over to the bookcase. I pulled out a photo album and sat looking at it. Pictures of Mom at various stages of her pregnancy. Pictures holding me in the hospital. Baby pictures of me face-diving into my first birthday cake. My first bike ride, learning to swim, they were all in there. I sat there and I started to cry. I looked at the stranger in the pictures. That little boy that no longer existed.

I put the album down on the coffee table and curled into a ball on the couch. DeShaun walked in and saw me laying there. He sat down beside me, and stroked my hair. He loved doing that. He took notice of the album and picked it up.

“Don’t...” I started to say, but it was too late. He had opened it, and was looking through it.

“You were really cute as a baby.”, He said to me softly. I closed my eyes and just laid there. “You’ll be okay, my love. You are strong. You will be an amazing woman, and I hope someday.. an amazing wife and mother.” I peeked up at him, and he was smiling.

I bit my lip as he stroked my hair. Were things as bad as I was making them out to be? I was in a panicky mood, but was he right? Could I really do it? Hmm… Mrs. Casey McAllister? Maybe. Just maybe I could?

DeShaun looked at the pictures. “You were a cute baby!”, He exclaimed as he looked at the pictures. “Of course, you still are cute.”, he said.

I blushed and uncurled from the ball, and leaned against him.

He was looking at a picture from when I was in 4th grade. “Who’s the dorky kid pouring the bucket of sand over your head?”, he inquired about the subject of the picture.

“You should know, you stare at her boobs often enough when you think I’m not looking.”, I teased.

DeShaun looked at me confused. “Silly, that’s Jani… er, James.”, I explained to him.

DeShaun looked again. “Oh yeah, I can see it now. Also, I don’t stare at them that much.”

I rolled my eyes and rested my head in his lap, occasionally answering questions about various pictures. Eventually we started to get tired, and retreated to our rooms.

I got changed, looking in the full-length mirror. I couldn’t see that boy at all, but I could see the girl I was close to being.

I examined myself closely. The tiny loose remains of my scrotum had completed their transformation into my labia, and my penis or clitoris or whatever it was had shrunk noticeably, now being only an inch and a half long. The most important thing though was the tiny opening I discovered. It was only a few centimeters long, but it was there. I was a girl! I had a vagina now!

I got changed into my pajamas and went to bed. Dreams of me holding DeShaun’s son filled my night, others with me pregnant with a boy of our own. I got a very restful sleep.

Morning came, and I was up and showered quickly. I ran down the stairs with a pep in my step. DeShaun watched as I tore the kitchen apart making breakfast. I settled down after our lunches were made, and he looked at me.

“What has you so excited?”, he asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just girl stuff.”, was my cryptic reply.

I grabbed my lunch bag off the counter and dashed out the door, racing him. Of course I didn’t have his speed or stamina, and certainly not his long legs, but I was comfortable with the girl I was becoming, at least for right now.

I arrived at first period, and looked around. Luna was sitting in the corner, head down. The Wilder twins were across the room, laughing. I walked over to Luna and asked her to lift her head up. Reluctantly, she did. I saw the split lip and what was going to turn into a big, ugly bruise. I looked over at Amy and May, who were making a point of looking away and whistling.

Angered, I walked up to them. “Oh look May, the flat girl is here.” Amy spat out at me, full of venom.

I looked at them both. “Yeah, yeah. I’m flat-chested. So what? More importantly, I saw what you did to Luna. You are both pathetic. You spent all that time around her, and you never learned what an amazing girl she is. Yeah, she’s small and meek-looking, but she is a lot braver than the two of you combined. Why the fuck do you think Marcia is in custody? Certainly not because of anything you two did. Luna put herself in danger to gather evidence against her. Including the evidence about how Marcia drugged you two. So be bitter at me all you want, hate me because you think I’m some sort of threat to whatever plans you have… but if I ever hear that you have even hinted that you will do something to Luna, I will kick your asses so hard, that you will wake up with the word ‘Nike’ imprinted on your internal organs.”

I walked back to my desk, with the sisters shooting me evil looks. The students that had walked in during my tirade all applauded me. I had to admit, that felt good. I felt my phone vibrate, and I looked down at it, as I held it in my lap. I had a text from Luna.

>>MEW MEW THX ^_^<<

I looked over at her and smiled. She smiled back, and it looked like it hurt. When Mr. Hedges came over, I asked to escort Luna to the Nurse’s office, explaining that she had “fallen down” in her rush to get to class.

He looked at us suspiciously, but issued the hall passes. I walked Luna to the office, and we made a stop at the school office. After telling Mr. Lewis and Officer Coleman, I took her to the nurse’s room. Leaving her there, I returned to class.

A little while later, a runner from the office stopped and requested the sisters report to Mr. Lewis’ office. They looked at each other, and then at me, and I could read the hate in their eyes.

Things were pretty quiet up until Lunch. I was sitting with DeShaun and Janie, as usual. Amy and May came over and sat across from us.

“Okay bitch, your little friend is safe from us, but we got detention because of you. We will get you back, when and how you least expect it.”, Amy said as she scowled at me. May stood behind her sister, looking around. Seeing that nobody was looking our way, she took a swing at me, only for DeShaun to move in front of me and block it.

“I would never hit a lady, but you two don’t act like ladies.”, he said, as he clamped his grip down on May’s hand, evidently causing her a lot of pain.

The sisters quickly retreated to the opposite end of the cafeteria, but we could still feel the glares radiating from that end of the room.

From then on, DeShaun escorted Janie and I to our classes. In thanks, we both gave him kisses on each cheek. Which invariably got a lot of “oooh’s” and “awww’s” from the gathered throngs.

The end of the day came soon enough. I walked home alone, as DeShaun had practice.

Arriving at home, I let myself in, and sat down at the dinner table, doing my homework. After a while, I felt stiff and sore. I put my books aside, and got down on the floor and did some stretching. It felt great, and when Mom came in, she commented on how limber I was. I was in the splits and stretched over and placed my hand on my toes, gaining an impressed look from Mom.

“Mom, I was thinking. Can we work out together? Janie and I had the idea that we might try out for the softball team this spring.”, I stated.

Mom looked at me curiously. “I’d love to work out with you and help you. But don’t feel that you have to do this because of some feeling of loss for your masculinity. After I changed, and I couldn’t play football, I struggled with my identity. Everyone was pushing me in all sorts of directions, but I had to find my path.”, she explained.

“I know Mom, and this isn’t that. It’s something that I genuinely want.”, I said.

Mom smiled and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “Go take a shower Casey, you are getting kind of sweaty”, she said.

I nodded and headed upstairs, happy to be me.

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