Supplement 6 (Final) - Robert and Tomboy
 

Note to readers. Don't read if you don't like poor grammar, this is rough.
This is a work of adult fiction. No resemblance to reality should be inferred or expected.
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June. Saturday. At last whole family at home together. Well, without Tiff. She’s in college.

Mom was after the second twenty-four-hour shift the same week. She was free until Tuesday.

Dad had six emergency surgeries this week and the hospital promised to call somebody else if needed.

I was at home too. Steve with his dad was on the fishing trip. I’d been with them once two years ago. Didn’t like. It was a “Feed the mosquitoes” project. Plus a terrible sunburn. Thank you very much! Steve went only with his dad this year. Alice with her parents was arranging her accommodation near uni. She wanted to take some summer classes there.

We were in the backyard barbecuing. Mom was in a light blue gingham shirt dress. Dad was wearing shorts and a tee. I was in a short denim skirt and cropped tube top with a built-in padded bra.

Dad was busying with the meat and coal. Mom and I prepped young potatoes for baking wrapped in foil and veggies for the salad.

We all were in the backyard. The sun was shining but the weather wasn’t hot. Just comfortable warm.

The car stopped in the driveway.

Mom and dad looked at each other. We didn’t expect anybody. Our backyard isn’t big. Enough just for our family.

We heard car doors open and close. The doorbell rang and somebody entered the home without waiting to be invited. Then the door to the patio opened and there was she – Tiffany, my sis.

I didn’t know how will she react to seeing me in her skirt. And tube top. With tits.

She wasn’t alone.

“Heya!” she said. “Mom, dad, this is Robert and Ted.”

Only as she said this I’d noticed a kitten in her hands.

“Which is which?” dad asked.

“Sorry… This is Ted,” she turned to the man. “He’s my friend and colleague.”

Then looked at the kitten.

“This is Robert. I’ve rescued him the last week. I want to leave him here. The dorm doesn’t allow pets.”

“Why Robert?” dad asked.

“Cuz he’s a boy.”

I was the nearest to Tiff and she handed Robert to me.

He was sleepy. And cute. His fur was still that disheveled not like fluffy puppies. Then Robert yawned and opened his eyes. One eye was normal of yellow color, another one was of steel color without a pupil. He stretched at last showing us his claws – long and as sharp as needles.

“Pantyhose ripper,” I commented.

“He’ll grow up till the pantyhose season,” mom objected taking Robert from my hands.

I didn’t remember talking about having a pet, dog, or cat. Only once dad had mentioned that we couldn’t have a dog cuz of our chaotic being at home schedule.

Now I had an impression mom will take Robert home.

“I have his dowry in the car,” Tiff said.

“What?” dad wondered.

“Litter tray, bowls, crib,” Tiff explained.

Tiff, mom, and I went to the car to take Robert’s belongings. Robert was with us. Mom was showing him where she put the litter tray and crib. He instantly used his toilet.

“He accepts our home as his own,” mom said.

We all went back to dad and Ted. They both stood at the barbecue. Ted was smoking a cigarette.

“He’s not your boyfriend,” I rather stated. Tiff had said more than once she would never live with a smoker.

”I asked Ted to evaluate Ronnie,” she replied.

“Why?” I wondered. I sure wanted to say something else. But rents were here and I didn’t want to be grounded for all summer because of my foul mouth.

“Because, silly, we need to know how much girl and boy you are.”

That made me blush instantly. I felt my cheeks burn.

“It will not take long,” Ted said, “No more than an hour.”

“I suppose you’ll need some privacy,” mom offered, “maybe in the living room?”

I was left in the room with Ted alone. I expected some direct questions kinda how girly I felt or why I wanted or didn’t want to be a girl. Yeah, it was like a quiz. But questions were about everything. And he wanted more detailed answers why I felt one way or another.

One hour and seven minutes later (we had a digital clock in the living room and it was easy to calculate the exact time) we were in the backyard again. We sat at the table on the patio.

“So…” dad started, “what do you think about Ronnie?”

“Definitely a tomboy,” Ted said with a chuckle.

Other adults snickered too and I blushed.

“Ronnie is still rebellious like all teenagers. This adds some boyishness to her character. But only on the surface. Inside she’s one hundred percent girl.”

“But…” I tried to complain.

“I know your biology,” Ted said. “It doesn’t change the end result. But I recommend you to ask for the evaluation of no less than two other specialists. Just to be sure.”

“It proves I was right,” Tiff started, “asking Alice to glue those falsies on you.”

“Who’s Alice?” Ted asked.