Bobby is a teenage boy that really wants to be a girl. He likes to video tape girls being girls so he can learn to imitate them. One day Bobby joins two classmates at the mall and things go wrong from there, or is it go right from there?
Bobby is a teenage boy that really wants to be a girl. He likes to video tape girls being girls so he can learn to imitate them. One day the boy Bobby joins two classmates at the mall and things go wrong from there, or is it go right from there.
Bobbi’s Run
by
Paula Dillon
It was a Saturday and Bobby Ray McDonald was at the mall engaging in his favorite pastime. He loved to cruise the mall looking at the girls, although not for the same reasons that most guys do. When he watched the girls it wasn’t for lust, but out of jealousy or curiosity. Today just as all the times in the past he watched how girls acted, the things that they did and how they looked.
Bobby always carried his video camcorder in the camera case his Mom had bought him for Christmas. In his mind it was like carrying a purse. He had rigged the camera case so he could record with the camera in the case and not be detected. He would either walk behind a group of girls at a distance or sit in the food court across from them just to tape them doing what girls do. At home he would then use his computer to edit the tapes so he could study the way the girls acted, how they dressed, and how they interacted with each other.
Bobby’s family consisted of his mom Agnes Elizabeth McCrea, but she goes by Liz and his sisters Darla Ann and Amy Blair. His father Angus Blaine McDonald had bailed on the family when Bobby was four so his mom took back her family’s name when she got her divorce. His mom was a good lawyer and worked long hours and it left the kids alone after school until about six pm. His sisters had their own friends that they spent much of their time with them, leaving Bobby on his own at home most of the time.
He would often sneak into his sisters’ rooms and in the bathroom clothes hamper to lift enough girls clothing so that he could wear them and practice being a girl. He would watch the tapes and imitate to the best of his ability what he saw the girls do. He had even managed to video tape his sisters and his mom as they did their makeup although he was never able to obtain anything but a stray lipstick or an almost empty mascara tube or such.
Bobby’s small size and stature lent itself well to appearing feminine. At fourteen he was just a hair over five foot one and weighed a little over a hundred and fifteen pounds. His face was almost a carbon copy of his younger sister Amy’s. His Mom had allowed him to grow his bright auburn hair down around his shoulders, and to get his ears pierced like a lot of guys his age had done. When dressed he looked better than he gave himself credit for, but he wouldn’t win any beauty contests. He did look as good as the average girl though, and maybe even a little bit better.
Bobby couldn’t begin to understand why he did this, but he felt as if his life depended on it. He felt so alive and complete when he was able to dress up. The times he couldn’t dress up he felt himself wither a little inside.
He was also very scared when he did it. He wanted to face the world dressed as a girl, but he just didn’t have the courage to go outside. Every day he tried to work up the courage to dress up and walk out the front door. Every time the strength to turn the door knob and open the door drained out of his arm. He was also fearful of what his Mom and sisters would say or do if they found out.
He knew how other people treated those who were different from the social norms. Bobby knew several openly gay boys at his junior high school and the macho jocks and the stoners gave these boys a hard time, often beating them up, verbally harassing them, and defacing their lockers. Bobby empathized with them, but didn’t want this complication in his life.
Bobby didn’t consider himself gay since boys had no attraction to him in any way. It wasn’t a sexual thing to him; it was just about being a girl. He wished that he had been born a girl, that he could be around girls and just be one of the girls.
Now that he was in high school the urges had gotten stronger. Seeing all the girls who dressed so nicely was hard on him. Living in two worlds was also having a toll on him. His desires made him a loner because he knew the vast majority of people would never accept him in a boy’s world or a girl’s world.
Bobby sat at a table inside the food court taping some girls there. He thought they were very pretty and he loved the way they were dressed. He didn’t worry about being caught since he had learned early how to be invisible. He sat facing away at a right angle to them with his camera case on the table and the lens pointed their way. Nobody ever knew what he was doing.
The girls sat and talked as they ate a light lunch. If Bobby was lucky he would be close enough to catch snippets of their conversations. After about thirty minutes the girls got up and headed to the restroom and Bobby changed tapes and batteries. He would love to know what went on in the girl’s restroom, why they always went together, and what they did while in there, but he would never invade their sanctuary.
Sadly Bobby got up and just began to wander around the mall. Bobby saw another couple of girls from his class window shopping and decided to follow them at a distance. As he watched the way one of the girls walked with such a cute wiggle his whole body just tingled. The girl’s name was Sandra Jennings and she was one of the prettiest of the freshman girls. She was in his home room and his English class. He envied her above all the others. He was just about her height and weight, but she had blonde hair and blue eyes to his auburn and green. The other girl was Becky Samuels. She was almost as pretty as Sandra, but with rich shiny chocolate brown hair and hazel eyes.
Sandra had on a really pretty blouse. It was a white button up front with frilly ruffles that went around the collar and down the front of the blouse. You could almost see right through it. Underneath he could tell she had on a bra and camisole. She wore a tan denim skirt that was fitted at the waist and hips and came down to just above mid thigh. She had on tan hosiery of some sort, probably pantyhose and brown flats that had a strap across the instep. She had on some very pretty dangly pearl drops earrings, a pearl drop necklace that hung just where her blouse was open, four or five gold and silver bangles on her right arm and a ladies watch on her left. Her purse was one of those black micro fiber purses that Bobby really liked. Her hair was long and straight. It was held by a scrunchie high on the back of her head and fell to the middle of her back.
Becky had a blue jean jacket over a red satin scoop neck tank top. Bobby noticed she had three necklaces on and her earrings were a bunch of dangles with odd shapes and lengths of gold. Her skirt had no waistband and fit just above her hips. It was white and was made of a lighter material than Sandra’s and was at least 2 inches shorter. Bobby watched how she controlled the skirt as she walked. He was amazed that she never let anything she had on underneath show. She had black stay up stockings with their lacy tops showing just below her skirt and black shiny pumps with maybe two inches of heels. Her purse reminded Bobby of a satchel in brown suede with fringes around the sides and bottom. Her hair do was big, with lots of curly ringlets that were stretched out and hung just below her shoulders.
The girls would stop in front of one store window and look at the mannequins, commenting on what they saw. They really seemed to enjoy looking at clothes, imagining what they would look like wearing them or they would laugh and giggle about how hideous they thought they were. Bobby got a good education this way on what ‘real girls’ thought. When the girls were satisfied that they liked or didn’t like something, they would stroll on down the mall. Bobby followed as closely as he could without being too obvious.
After about ten minutes Bobby knew it was time to move on. He was very afraid that the girls would see him following them and think that he was actually stalking them. So before he was discovered he made a move and walked past the two girls. He got about ten yards ahead of him when he heard, “Bobby is that you?”
Bobby stopped and turned when he heard Sandra call him. It wouldn’t do for him to run like he wanted to. “Oh, hi Sandra, how are you?”
“I am doing okay Bobby,” Sandra said smiling at the boy. “Do you know Becky?”
“Yes I have seen her around school, and I know her name but we have never been introduced. Hi Becky, I am Bobby McDonald.”
Becky had a big smile on her face as she looked at Bobby, “Hi Bobby, Becky Samuels,” she said.
Sandra reached out and took one of Bobby’s hands in her own and said, “Hey Bobby, we were just getting ready to leave. We are heading to Toni’s Pizza parlor. Want to come along?”
“I don’t know I should be heading home soon.” Inside he felt so confused, he had never had a girl come out and ask him to do anything with them before.
“Oh please, come on Bobby, why don’t you come with us? It will be fun.” Becky asked, almost pleading.
He hemmed and hawed for a few seconds then said, “Oh… ok I guess.”
Bobby had no experience in dealing with girls other than his sisters. This was the first time one had actually stopped to talk to him. Most girls chose to ignore him. He was worried that they had seen him following them and were going to expose him or worse.
The girls flanked him as they walked. Bobby fell right into pace with the girls. Most boys when they first start walking with girls they are interested in unconsciously walk the legs off of them. They never consider actually slowing down so the girls can walk at a comfortable pace. Boys just naturally have a longer stride and a quicker pace. This was a problem that Bobby didn’t have.
It was a short walk to the bus stop where they sat and waited for the next bus. Bobby sat on the end of the bench. He set his camera case on the bench between himself and the girls then he turned toward the girls.
“Tell us Bobby, we have seen you around school, but we have never seen you with any girls. Do you have a girlfriend right now?” Sandra asked.
Bobby blushed and had a sad look on his face, “No I don’t have a girlfriend right now. To be honest with you most girls just choose to ignore me. Look at me; I don’t look like boyfriend material to them, if you know what I mean.”
Sandra knew what Bobby was talking about and liked the honesty of his answer. “Yeah we know Bobby, but I really think you are kinda cute though. I think most girls are missing out. You aren’t like most of the guys we know. You are more polite than they are. You also don’t drool over us and you seem to treat all girls better. You are most definitely different.” Sandra said looking into Bobby’s eyes.
“Yeah, you never seem like you are trying to undress us in your mind, and you aren’t trying to look down our blouses, or up our skirts,” Becky added.
Bobby looked away and blushed as Becky said that. He knew exactly what the girls were talking about, and now he was ashamed of spying on them. “Yeah, my mom and sisters would kill me if I did that. I just feel that girls should be allowed to look good without having to worry about who is trying to see what.”
“Well good for them. I am glad you’re this way,” Sandra said.
Bobby felt that Sandra and Becky were comfortable with him. This caused him to relax and enjoy their company more. His earlier fears seemed to melt away. The girls also noticed the changes in Bobby and felt more in tune with him. They talked about things they would never really talk to most boys about and the girls really seemed interested in what he thought. They drew more out of him than he thought possible. He would have been embarrassed to have his Mom hear what the girls talked about and what they asked him about.
It was while they were talking that from across the road came a ruckus. A drug deal had gone bad and shots were being fired. When Bobby heard the first shot and caught the action beside them in his peripheral vision without thinking he pushed both girls off the bench and covered them with his body. It took only ten or fifteen seconds as a couple of dozen or so gunshots were fired, before the sound of squealing tires told them somebody was fleeing the scene, but it seemed like hours to Bobby.
When he felt it was safe he got up and helped the girls up, then grabbed his camera case and hustled the girls away from the area. They moved up the bus’ route. When they saw the bus they waved it down, got on it and moved to the back seat. The girls leaned into Bobby on both sides and held on tightly to him. They were still in too much shock to cry, and both were visibly shaking. No one had said a word since the shooting had begun. Bobby put his arms around the girls and tried to comfort them.
(to be continued)
After being at the scene of a grisly shootout. Bobby gets Sandra and Becky home safely. The question now is who do they tell what, and what will they tell their families.
Bobbi’s Run ch. 2
by
Paula Dillon
Bobby, Sandra and Becky rode the bus in silence. Nobody really felt like talking. Traffic was snarled and moved slowly as the bus drove by the bus stop at the mall. People were rubbernecking trying to see what was going on as they drove by. There were already police on the scene directing traffic. Bobby could see two bodies on the ground near the road as they drove by, their blood pooling around them. The girls turned their heads away from the grisly scene and buried them into Bobby’s shoulders. Bobby found that he couldn’t take his eyes off the scene until he was too far away to see it. Bobby could almost swear he felt ice run up his back and he actually shivered.
They rode on for several miles until they got to a residential neighborhood. The girls got up and pulled Bobby with them. Bobby found out that they were only about a block and a half from Sandra’s house. The three walked arm in arm together until they turned into a really nice home. Sandra pulled a key out of her purse and let them inside. She called out but nobody answered, so they went into the living room.
Together they sat on a couch with Bobby between them. In the safety of the house the girls let loose and cried on his shoulders. The crying made Bobby nervous. He wished he knew what to do to make them feel better. Bobby was exhausted and his once stern body turned to jelly as the adrenaline that kept him going till he got the girls here, drained from him.
It was in this position that Sandra’s mom, Tracy Jennings, found the three about thirty minutes later. She entered the room hearing some soft sobbing and saw her daughter and Becky crying on the shoulder of a boy she didn’t know.
“Alright girls, what’s wrong?” Tracy asked. She was more disturbed as she saw the grass stains on both girls’ clothes and a big gash in Becky’s skirt. Both of the girls makeup was a mess and they both had raccoon eyes.
“Nothing mom, really it’s nothing,” Sandra said, but her face betrayed the lie she spoke.
“Yeah right, and your going to tell me pigs fly too I suppose.”
“Mom it’s just…” Sandra said trying to carefully choose her words.
“Mrs. Jennings, let me explain,” a visibly shaking Bobby said.
“Okay young man; first tell me who you are?”
“Sorry Ma’am, I am Bobby McDonald. I go to Jefferson High and Sandra is in my homeroom and English class.”
“Okay Bobby. I am Tracey Jennings, Sandra’s mom. Now why are the girls crying and why are they in such a mess.”
“I am afraid that this is my fault ma’am. You see I ran into the girls at the mall. They saw me and hollered at me. They asked me if I would like to go get some pizza with them. We left the mall together and waited at the bus stop. We sat on the bench and talked while we waited for the bus to come. I have to admit that I really enjoyed talking to them. As we were talking to each other something bad happened across the street. I heard a gunshot and pushed the girls off the bench onto the ground. I guess it is my fault their clothes are ruined like that. When it was safe I helped the girls up and then made sure we got out of the area. We then caught the bus and came straight here,” Bobby said, his head hanging down afraid to look Tracey in the face.
What Bobby had said, startled Tracey and her face showed her fear, “Do what! You said there was gunfire?”
“Yes mom there was. Bobby pushed us down, and then he covered us with his own body until everything was over.”
“Are you girls alright? Were you hurt?” Tracey said as she pulled her daughter up and checked her before doing the same to Becky.
“Stop mom! We are okay. Really. Bobby saved us.”
“Mrs. Jennings I am okay too, thanks to Bobby.” Becky added.
“Are you okay Bobby? I guess I need to thank you,” an embarrassed, but relieved Tracey said throwing her arms around him, hugging him tightly and kissing his cheek.
“Yes ma’am, I am ok too.” Bobby squeaked while trying to catch a breath because of her iron grip around his chest.
Bobby finally worked himself free of Tracey’s grasp and everyone sat down again. One at a time they retold their story from their point of view. Tracey would stop them and asked each questions as they told their stories. None of the three reported that they had seen anything because of what Bobby had done. As they talked Becky looked at Bobby’s bag and noticed under the top cover there was a hole with a corresponding hole on the other side.
“Bobby, look at your bag.” Becky said.
Bobby picked it up and looked at it. One hole had frayed fabric sticking out and the other was clean. He opened the camera case up and found frayed fabric on the inside too. His camcorder seemed intact except for a long scratch down one side. He opened the view screen and turned it on but the batteries were run down.
“Everything seems okay, but I think a bullet went through my camera case and nicked my camcorder.”
Tracey looked at the case. “I guess you three are telling the truth. Thank you Bobby. I need to take you and Becky home soon.”
“Mom, let Becky change into some of my clothes, her parents would freak if they saw her like this. I don’t think we should tell anybody else about what happened. There were two bodies there. Mom I am really scared.”
“Sandra, I think you might be right. I would hate not telling the other parents, but the fewer people that know about this the safer it will be for you kids.” Sandra hated it when her daughter was hurt and afraid and she didn’t have the answer to make her feel better.
Sandra, Becky and Tracey went upstairs and left Bobby in the living room. It was a nerve racking time while he was alone. When the girls had been here he worried about them. Now that he was alone for a short while he started getting a little jittery. Their presence had actually kept him stronger.
It took them about twenty minutes to get changed and cleaned up. Both girls still looked shaken, but they looked a lot better than before. They both had clean clothes on and their faces were made up again. Tracey herded them into her car and took the kids home.
The two girls flanked Bobby in the back seat. They held his hands for comfort. When they got to Becky’s home, Becky turned Bobby’s face toward her and gave him a big kiss on his mouth before she got out of the car. That was Bobby’s first kiss by any girl not related to him. It felt warm, strange, and thrilling but good.
It was a couple of miles from Becky’s home to Bobby’s.
“So this is where you live Bobby. You didn’t go to the same junior high as Becky or I did you?” Sandra said.
“I guess I didn’t. Sorry about the mess but I am glad we met,” Bobby said as he hugged Sandra.
“I am very glad we met too Bobby and I am glad you were there to help us.”
Sandra had seen how Becky kissed Bobby and she wasn’t about to let Becky outdo her. She liked Bobby and had seen him following them at the mall. So she planted a big juicy kiss on Bobby and even slipped a little tongue action into it. Bobby was nearly half out of his mind as they kissed. He felt oh so good as they kissed. He couldn’t understand what these girls saw in him. Sandra broke the kiss as she heard her mother giggling.
“Bye Bobby, take care ok,” Sandra said.
“Yes, thank you Bobby for helping the girls. You’re a real Knight in shinning armor.” Tracey said. His sincerity showed itself in her eyes.
“Yes ma’am, thank you for giving me a ride home.”
Bobby watched them drove off and waved to them. Mrs. Perkins their next door neighbor had stuck her head out to see what was going on. She smiled as she saw Bobby.
Half dazed, Bobby headed into his home. His sisters were already there and were in the kitchen cooking. Since their Mom worked such long hours, she depended on Bobby and his sisters to help out around the house. Darla did much of the cooking; she was a very good cook, keeping the kitchen clean and the laundry. Amy and Bobby did the rest of the house work.
Amy stuck her head around the corner when she heard the door open and saw her brother stumble in. She liked him but thought he was just a little goofy. He looked even goofier now, if that was possible.
“Hey bro, what’s up? Are you ok?” Amy said with a look of concern on her face.
“Yeah I am ok. I think,” he mumbled.
“Oh really Bobby,” she said as she approached him. “Oh my gosh Bobby kissed a girl. Darla come here and look at Bobby.”
“What are you talking about Amy?” Bobby asked.
“What is going on?” Darla asked as she came around the corner.
“Bobby kissed a girl, Bobby kissed a girl Darla, look.”
Darla looked at Bobby and saw the lipstick all over his mouth and giggled. “He did Amy, he really did. More than one by the looks of it. If I am not mistaken there are two colors of lipsticks on his mouth, and a third on his cheek.”
“Wait till we tell Mom, Bobby,” Amy said with glee.
A visibly shaken Bobby begged, “Please don’t tell mom! They weren’t real kisses. I just did something for a couple of girls from my school and they thanked me. I don’t think they’ll do it again.” Bobby said with a hint of sadness in his voice.
Darla saw the look in his eyes and knew there was more to it, but she also saw the sadness in Bobby’s eyes. “Don’t worry little brother we will keep your secret. Did you enjoy it at least?”
Bobby didn’t say anything but he felt himself blush from the top of his head to the tip of his toes.
Amy was itching to hear all about it but Darla intervened, “Amy don’t push it. You wouldn’t want him to spread what you and Don are doing would you? I don’t think so. He’ll tell us when he is ready. Better clean up your face fast brother or your secret will be out. I think I just heard mom’s car pull up.”
Bobby heard a car door slam so he ran upstairs. In the bathroom he saw that he did indeed have lipstick all over his face and traces of foundation and mascara on his shoulders. He licked his lips, the taste and feel of the lipstick along with his memories of the kisses sent shivers throughout his body. He hurriedly washed his face real good, making sure he removed all traces of lipstick from his face and then he went to his room to change his shirt.
(to be continued)
Detective Tara Collins is called to the scene of a grisly and brutal multiple homicide. There were thousands of people around but no witnesses. A poorly positioned security cam shows three teens, who may be her only chance to solve the murders.
Bobbi’s Run 3
by
Paula Dillon
Detective Tara Collins got the call for a grisly multiple homicide. The report she received was there were 4 DB’s (dead bodies) there. Her partner Sam Logan was off on a personal day so she picked up the unit’s newest detective Brian Williams to go with her.
Tara was a four-year veteran in this department’s Homicide Unit. She had worked hard to earn a slot here. She had to admit it wasn’t as hard for her as it was for the women who came before her, but there was still a glass ceiling for many well-qualified females who deserved a gold shield.
Sam, her first and only partner, had really taught her the ropes well in homicide. He didn’t seem to mind that she was a woman and treated her as an equal. Together they had worked many homicides and had a very good cases solved ratio to their names.
Tara arrived and took in the scene. She liked to work the outside, before working her way to the scene, and then work her way back out. The Newsies were already there and their antenna poles were up high in the air. Camera operators and their reporters were running around out side the crime scene tape looking for witnesses to interview. Tara chuckled to herself as she thought about what their crime lab people had said, ‘flies were often the first insect to reach a corpse’. These reporters must be flies then.
The crime scene was located next to Westbrook Mall, right on Carson Blvd. Police had closed off all four lanes to traffic, she noticed as she walked the perimeter of the crime scene tape.
“Brian, I want you to go to all the businesses a block up and down from here and check for surveillance camera tapes. I will check up on our crime lab and start interviewing witnesses.”
“Got it Tara.”
Tara saw the officer charged with preserving the crime scene and signed in on the clipboard. She saw three investigators from their crime lab and a coroner working the scene.
“Hey Robert! Whatcha got for me?”
“Hello Tara, did you draw this mess?”
“Yep, sure did.”
“Well let’s see. We have four dead bodies, all male, all of them died of gunshot wounds. So far we have recovered twenty-eight cases nine mil and forty-five. We are still coming up with shell cases so that number can go up. We have recovered three firearms, one Colt 1911A1 and two Taurus pt 100’s nine mils. I don’t know if we will be able to recover any slugs but we will try. We will also try to print all of our shell cases. Two of the DB’s are over beside that Mini-Mart, shot at close range according to gunshot residue and two over here by the road, shot at a distance greater than ten feet. These two by the road took double taps to the chest center mass. The shooter had to be a very good shoot that is for sure. The two over by the Mini-Mart also took two each but not in as good a pattern. We will know more after autopsy.
We have blood pools here at the road, by the Mini-Mart, and a trail of blood leading to there. A shooter from beside the store might have gotten hit and trailed his blood to where he got into a car on the passenger side. We have a partial shoe print here in blood. We will run DNA samples in each places and eliminate the vics from the shooter or shooters if possible.”
“This area is known for being a place to go to pick up your favorite recreational drug. I hear,” Tara said.
“That is what I hear. Tim Watson was the first officer on the scene; he is over by the Mini-Mart talking to the employees there.”
“Ok, fill me in when you have your report completed.”
Tara walked over to Officer Watson. She saw him talking to the storeowner, who appeared to be of Asian Descent.
“Hello Officer Watson, whatcha got?”
“Well Det. Collins, We have four DB’s shot in a high traffic area during a busy part of the day, and no witnesses if you can believe that. It went down at 1620 and the first 911 call was received at 1622.”
“Sure, witnesses just get in the way and make things easier. There were probably five maybe ten thousand people within a quarter mile of here when it went down, why should there be witnesses.”
“Right, Ok, I know two of the DB’s both were runners for the North Side Lost Boys. I assume the other two are with them as well, they are flying the same colors, but I don’t know them.”
“Does Mini-Mart have a security cam?”
“Yep, here is the tape. The store owner just handed it over to me.” Tim handed an obviously old dusty VHS tape cartridge to Tara.
Tara signed for the tape and went over to the crime lab van. She inserted it into the tape player and checked the monitor as she rewound the tape. When she hit play she saw that the camera wasn’t pointed at what happened; in fact it wasn’t pointed in any direction that could be of use. She stopped the tape and looked for the camera. She saw the camera up on top of the store. She would bet her paycheck that it had been re-aimed intentionally.
“Hey Robert! Get someone on top of that store to print that camera.”
Robert looked up where Tara was pointing and waved back at her.
Tara turned her attention back to the monitor and forwarded the tape till the time stamp read four fifteen pm, before running it at normal speed. The video was horrible and it was only in black and white. She figured the tape had been reused so many times that the ferric oxide was probably worn thin or non existent in many places, and the tape heads probably hadn’t been cleaned since it was first installed. The recorder was one of those that took two seconds of video every 6 seconds. In the tape she saw three teens, two girls, and one boy, maybe three girls she couldn’t tell, approach the bus stop across the road and sit on a bench there. At 4:19:35 one of them pushed the other two of them off the bench and covered them with his/her own body. That one was probably a boy, but maybe not. She punched the tape out and carried it over to Robert.
“This is the tape from that cam,” she said pointing to the one on top of the Mini-Mart. “It doesn’t show the crime scene but it could show three possible witnesses. See if your people can clean it up for me, I couldn’t recognize my own mother on that tape.”
Robert took the tape from Tara and looked at it with disgust, “Shit! I don’t understand why these people can’t invest a few bucks a month on new tapes,” he said, “This tape looks old enough to drink whiskey. I will do what I can but don’t expect miracles.”
Brian came up to Tara and said, “I checked for security cams, none were pointed in the right direction, but two of them showed traffic up and down Carson, I got the tapes from those. They weren’t pointed in this direction. They could have been repositioned.”
“I think they might have been. Do me a favor and go to the mall and check any security cams that might have been pointed in this direction. It probably won’t show the crime but there may have been witnesses on the bench by the bus stop at the time,” Tara said as they crossed the road.
She walked over to the bench where the kids had been sitting. She looked closely at the bench. She saw a hole in the back and upon closer inspection she saw a slug in the hole. It looked to be either a .44 or .45 caliber slug lodged into the wooden back. She took out her phone and called Robert. “Hey Robert, I found a .44 or .45 slug in the bench at the bus stop. It looks fairly fresh, might be related to our shoot out.”
“Ok we will get to it.”
Tara looked around the perimeter of the crime scene, trying to see if the people gathered there rang a bell. She didn’t think the shooter would show back up at the scene so soon but it wasn’t unheard of. Before the bodies were placed in body bags Tara got a chance to got through their effects. If they were dealers or runners where were their drugs, she thought. She found no ID’s but she did find the keys for a Porsche 911, along with three thousand four hundred twenty four dollars and thirty five cents on one.
She kept busy checking on one thing or another till the meat wagon left for the Medical Examiners office. The ME was waiting for these bodies. Tara didn’t look forward to four autopsies but it was just part of the job. She wouldn’t pass on it because the guys she worked with wouldn’t pass on it.
After Tara collected, tagged, delivered and logged the evidence into HQ it was late so she just called it a day. This was one murder that wasn’t going away she felt.
(to be continued)
Bobbi's story continues at his home. His Mom knows something isn't right with him and learns more than he wanted to tell her. Bobbi too learns more than he wanted to know and what he learns scares him even more.
Bobbi’s Run ch. 4
by
Paula Dillon
Liz was glad to get home. Work at the law office kept her away from her kids, but at least it allowed her to provide for them. She was proud that they lived well and didn’t need to depend on the kindness of others. Her daughters Darla and Amy were in the kitchen when she opened the door to their home. They both stuck their heads around the corner and said hi to Liz.
“Hi kids,” she said as she saw her daughters, “Is Bobby home?”
“Yes Mom, he is up in his room right now,” Darla the oldest said.
“Great, is dinner ready yet?”
“In a few Mom. Amy set the table, please.”
Liz went to her room, took her suit off and carefully hung it up. She dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, before heading downstairs.
Bobby changed his clothes, set his camcorders batteries to charge and just sat on his bed shaking. He had never been in this kind of situation before and he was worried. He wondered if and what he should tell his Mom.
“Bobby dinner is ready,” he heard Darla shouting.
Bobby got up and headed downstairs. He was the last to reach the dinner table. The rest were already seated and filling their plates. Bobby sat down and started filling his plate.
“Well what did you three do today?” Liz asked.
“Amy and I went to Sherry’s and then to the mall and a movie. We got back home at about four.” Darla said.
“I was at the mall too, but I didn’t see you guys there. I met a couple of girls from high school there, we talked a bit then I got home at about five thirty. How was your day Mom?” Bobby asked.
Liz raised an eyebrow and gave a little smile at hearing her son meeting girls of any age.
“I was busy meeting clients, you know we have a trial coming up next week and we spent most of the time getting depositions and evidence in order.” Liz said watching Bobby out of the corner of her eye. Something about Bobby just didn’t look right. He was paler than he should be and he had the ‘nervous look’ like she saw in witnesses at a trial. It’s probably just the girls he met, she thought, Amy was the child that always seemed to find trouble.
They chatted about this and that as they ate. Bobby picked at his food, which wasn’t unusual, but he ate very little which was. He liked Darla’s cooking better than his Mom’s. He always ate sorta daintily, sort of like a girl. Bobby’s stomach though was full of butterflies or rather wasps were more like it.
After they finished eating, everybody helped clean up the table and the kitchen before they headed to the living room to catch a little television. The girls flanked their Mom on the couch and Bobby sat on the floor leaning back onto his Mom’s legs. She liked having her kids this close to her. Liz pulled out the elastic that held his hair in a ponytail and combed it out with her fingers as they watched their favorite show. Liz felt him relax and would swear that she heard him purr.
After the show ended the news at nine came on. Liz always watched the news. The lead story was the shoot out at the mall as it was called. Liz felt Bobby tense up when the story came on. They watched the piece and saw a lady move under the tape and talk to several people as the reporter gave his spiel. Liz thought she would have to have a talk with Bobby later.
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Tara and Brian sat in the office and went over their preliminary reports. Tara had gone to the autopsies and collected the bullets recovered from the bodies. All of them were nine mil and the preliminary report from ballistics was that they were all fired from the same gun. Eight shots, four bodies, with lead flying everywhere and only one killer. He had to be one hell of a shooter. The comparisons with the guns collected were not in, but she knew the gun that did the killing would not be among those.
Brian got a hit on one the mall’s security cam of the three teens. The mall security camera showed the teens going out the mall entrance and towards the bus stop. They couldn’t ID the teens but they knew where they had come from at least. He said he would check some of the internal or store security cams tomorrow and they might catch them then.
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Liz followed her son into his room as they all got up to go to bed. “Ok Bobby what really happened today?”
“I already told you Mom.”
“Cut the crap son, I saw how you reacted to the news. Did you see the shooting?”
“No Mom, I didn’t see anything really,” Bobby said. His face showed his fright and concern, but in a way he was relieved that he wouldn’t be hiding this from his mother. “But I was close Mom, too close. I was sitting on the bench at the bus stop right across the street from it.”
“Were you there by yourself son?”
“No. I was with the girls I told you about.”
“Did they see anything?”
“No we were talking and we weren’t paying attention to what was going on around us. We were going to go to Toni’s for pizza and we were waiting for the bus. When I heard the first shot I pushed them off the bench and covered them on the ground. There was no way they saw anything. We didn’t stick around either, as soon as I felt it was safe we got out of there.”
“Who else knows about this Bobby?”
“As far as I know only Sanra's mom Tracey, we had to tell her. The girls were crying on my shoulders at her house when her Mom got in.”
“Who was the other girl with you?”
“Becky Samuels was her name. Becky and Sandra both go to my high school.”
“Do your sisters know about all this?”
“No they don’t know. I wasn’t going to tell them or to say anything to anyone.” Bobby said. Then he gave his Mom a more detailed description of that afternoon. He left out certain parts to his story that his Mom didn’t need to know about. She didn’t need to know he was taping girls at the mall and about the kisses the girls had given him.
“Ok, I believe you. I know the detective Tara Collins, from what I saw on TV, I believe she is working that case. I might try and talk to her Bobby. Son I don’t need to tell you how serious this matter is, do I?” Liz asked.
Bobby shook his head and said, “Yes Ma’am.”
Well I don’t know where all this is going to go son, but until I do don’t tell anybody else about this till you hear from me and I mean anybody son.” Liz said as she left and went to her room. Sunday should be soon enough to feel things out. She hated not coming forward but knew she might have too, but that could wait.
After his Mom left his room Bobby locked his door. He then booted up his computer and brought his camera over, hooking up its digital interface. He dressed in a bra, panties and a silky sleep shirt, stuffing the bra with some double-layered water balloons. He felt so much better dressed this way and seemed to be able to think clearer. He started the video editing program and turned on the camcorder. He liked to view the tapes he recorded and to edit the parts he liked into a clip that would help him with his girl time.
After rewinding the current tape he hit the play button on the recorder and the record function in the computer program. He watched Sandra and Becky as they walked by the various store windows. He got some good video of them and seeing them made him blush as he thought about their kisses. He heard the conversations he had with the girls. He followed the video from the mall up to the bus stop where he had set down his camera case.
The tape then showed a car pulling into the Mini-Mart across the street. One guy got out of the car and went around to the side of the store. Then shots could be heard, two guys went down. The camera skewed to the left as more shots rang out and he could see the car that had pulled up leave in a hurry.
Bobby sat there in shock for several minutes, before he stopped the camcorder and rewound the computer program and played it again. He stopped it when the man got out of the car. He had a full profile of the man and the picture was crystal clear.
He didn’t know what to do. What he saw scared him more than anything else he had been through in his life. He knew one thing though he wanted to make several copies of this tape. He snuck into the living room and hooked his camcorder up to the VCR, turning it and the TV on. He made four copies and broke the tab on the cassettes so they could not be recorded over. It was after one am when Bobby settled in the bed and another hour till he could fall asleep.
Bobby woke early, he was tired but he just couldn’t sleep very well. The clock by his bed read 7:00 am. He changed back to his boy clothes briefs, shorts and a white t shirt and went down to the kitchen. He started a pot of coffee and started to cook breakfast. Darla usually did the cooking but Bobby wasn’t bad either. Mom thought everybody should know how to cook well. It was a few minutes later that Darla came in the kitchen. Bobby already had breakfast almost ready and was on his second cup of coffee.
“Boy you are the early bird today brother.”
“I couldn’t sleep any longer so I went ahead and got up.”
Darla set the table and got the juice on the table as Bobby filled the plates. Within minutes Amy showed up looking to help.
“Wow Darla, how did you manage to get all this done in a manner of minutes?” Amy asked.
“I didn’t, Bobby did. I guess my cooking isn’t good enough for him.”
“No Darla, I just wanted to do it this time. I can cook too you know.”
“All of you can cook, and I want you to cook well. Bobby might have to cook for himself someday. It is good if he can take care of himself,” Liz said.
They finished up eating. Everyone complimented Bobby on his cooking and they went to their rooms to get dressed for church. Bobby put panties and pantyhose on under his pants making sure that his socks hid the nylon pantyhose. Everyone met up in the living room. Mom had on a white and blue floral print dress and three inch heeled open toed sling back sandals, a big change from her usual business suits she wore to work. Darla had on a lavender suit with a silky white blouse with ruffles up the front. Amy wore a slate gray suit with a scoop neck blouse in red. Bobby of course had on a black suit with a plain white long sleeve shirt and a red tie, he hated that he couldn’t dress like his Mom or his sisters.
They went to church. There they were greeted by friends, at least the girls had friends, some of the boys would talk to Bobby but they really weren’t close like his sisters and their friends. First they had Sunday school and then the main church service. The pastor was very long winded as he preached, all the kids there were squirming in their seats. Bobby found it hard to keep his eyes open but the sharp elbows of his Mother made sleeping impossible.
After church it took a while to get out the front door, everybody was stopping and talking. Liz and the girls were quite popular and there were people who just had to talk to them. Bobby knew being invisible in plain sight was hard to do but he had mastered it. Yet some of the ladies had to comment on the three kids but for the most part it was like he wasn’t there.
Liz took her family out to eat at a cafeteria; at least the food there was better than the schools cafeteria. When they approached an empty table with their trays they heard somebody call out, “Hi Bobby.” They turned and saw Sandra, her Mom eating at a table.
Sandra was a vision of loveliness in a pastel yellow knee length chiffon dress, suntan hosiery, and white pumps with a two inch heel. The fabric seemed to caress her body in all the right places and was fitted from the shoulders to the top of her hips where the skirt flared.
“Come sit with us there is plenty of room,” Sandra volunteered.
Liz looked from her son to Sandra and then at her Mom who nodded. The four of them went over to the table.
“Well Bobby, are you going to introduce us?” Liz asked with an arched eyebrow.
“Oh yeah, Mom, Darla, and Amy this is Sandra Jennings and her Mom ah… Tracey. Tracey, Sandra this is my Mom Elisabeth McCrea, my sisters Darla and Amy.”
They all sat down and started talking. Sandra had made room for Bobby to sit next to her, but started talking first to the girls. Darla and Sandra became thick as thieves and Bobby started feeling left out till Sandra laid her hand on Bobby’s leg and gave it a squeeze. She teased his leg a couple of times running her hand higher up his leg but never quite unseemly. Bobby felt himself flush and was drawn into their conversation with the girls. Liz and Tracey fell into their own conversations.
Sandra got up to use the restroom and Darla and Amy got up too, leaving Bobby there with the mothers.
“Bobby, is she one of the ones you were talking about Son?” Liz asked.
Bobby felt trapped and took a gulp of air before replying, “Yes Mom, Sandra was with me along with Becky Samuels.”
“Your son told you what happened, I suppose then.” Tracey said.
“I had to drag it out of him but yes he did. I wish it didn’t happen but it did.”
“Sandra and Becky told me how brave your son was and how quickly he reacted and looked out for them.”
“Really? He told me bits about it, but he never said what a hero he was.”
“Oh yes, both girls gave him real big kisses when we dropped Becky off and then dropped your son off at your home. I really want you to know how much I appreciate what he did for them Elisabeth.”
“Please, just call me Liz. I think he is kind of special. Who else knows what happened?”
“Just the three of them, you and I is all I know, maybe Becky’s parents but that would have been up to her to tell.”
“He told me but not his sisters right.” Liz said looking at Bobby.
Bobby nodded and said “I don’t really want Darla and Amy to know. Darla could keep it quiet, I don’t know about Amy.”
Liz nodded, “I think you are right Son. I may have to tell though, I am a lawyer and it could be held that I am obstructing justice. I wish I didn’t know but really I am glad you did tell me.”
Bobby knew then that he wasn’t going to show his mom the tape he had made. At least not right now.
When the girls got back, the Mothers then headed to the restroom. When they were out of sight Bobby felt a hand turn his chin towards Sandra and she planted a kiss right on his lips. It wasn’t one of those earth shaking kisses, but Bobby felt his knees go weak and his brain space out. Bobby was snapped out of his revelry by the giggles of his sisters, especially Amy’s. The kiss had felt like it was hours long but it really only lasted seconds.
“Thank you again Bobby.” Sandra said.
“For what?” Amy asked. She got an excited look on her face as she expected to hear some juicy gossip about her brother.
“Nothing Sis, nothing at all.” Bobby said.
“Yeah right Bobby, a kiss like that for nothing. How about it Sandra?”
“I’ll never kiss and tell,” she said realizing she nearly let the cat out of the bag. She just clung to his arm and leaned into him.
Bobby blushed as he felt her breast rub up against his arm.
Amy just pouted, Darla snickered at her sister and Sandra giggled.
They broke up after the parents got back and everybody headed in their own direction. Sandra had to give Bobby another kiss before they parted, a much more demure kiss of course.
Mom dropped the kids off at their home she had some last minute work to do before she took her case to court.
Amy didn’t give up trying to find out what her brother was hiding but her effort was wasted. They had school the next day and they all had homework to finish so they parted to study.
“Amy cut Bobby some slack, He is such a nice guy. You know we could have a far worse brother. We could have a brother like Casey’s, she hates him because he picks on her all the time, They fight like cats and dogs. Bobby is so shy I am surprised he found a girl that likes him don’t burn it for him.”
“I know, I just hate that he keeps secrets from us. He never use to keep to himself so much.”
“Yes he has Amy, you just can’t see how he is hurt and how he is hiding it all the time.” Darla said. She knew that Bobby got in her clothes all the time, but she never saw stains in them and he didn’t stretch them out being a little smaller than Darla. As long as he didn’t start ruining her clothes she was cool about it. Amy was younger than he was and her clothes would never fit him. Darla would hate for Amy to find out about that, she would never let him live that down. She kept Amy out of the house after school with her so he could have some time alone. Amy loved hanging out with the older girls, and Darla’s friends seemed to like Amy.
(to be continued)
Bobby prepares to go into hiding everything he has seen and heard scares him and he wants to protect his family.
Bobbi’s Run ch. 5
by
Paula Dillon
Bobby did his homework in his own room. After he finished he sat and worried about what could happen. He often worried, but now he had a really big reason to worry. He only hoped that his Mom and sisters wouldn’t get caught up in his problems. Bobby had seen how drug gangs went after any witnesses to their crimes. The TV was filled with those stories. Even the police had a hard time protecting the witnesses. So he did the only thing he could think of and started to make plans. Bobby figured the only safe thing to do was to get away from his family and hide. He got on the web and started surfing sites for fake ID’s and how to hide. He also counted what money he saved. He had saved just over five hundred dollars; always wanting to go out and buy himself some girl’s clothes but never quite getting the nerve to do it.
He found a web site that let him download a program that let him make a realistic fake ID; he just needed to add a picture. He twisted his hair into a tight bun like he had seen his sisters and Mom do, fastening it with some bobby pins he had absconded with from them. He got out some purloined makeup and did his face up. He wasn’t great with it but at least he didn’t look like a clown. He had put on foundation, mascara, eyeliner and lipstick. His sisters teen fashion magazines had taught him what little he knew. He dressed in a bra, which he stuffed, a camisole and one of Darla’s white chiffon blouses.
He booted up a photo capture program, sat next to his pale blue walls and turned his webcam toward him. Holding his mouse in his hand he smiled and clicked the left button several times. He then reviewed the pictures he had taken, made some adjustments to the lighting and pose before taking several more. Within a few minutes he had several pictures he felt would make a decent ID and saved them. He then started his ID program. He found one that wasn’t for a fake driver’s license; it was just a personal ID that looked official enough to pass as a proper ID. He typed in the personal data; Name: Leslie Blair Edmund (his grandmothers maiden name) Age: 19 (he really didn’t want to push this too far) Height: 5’ 1” (an honest measure) Weight: 115 (a little higher than actual) Hair: Auburn (no hiding that) Eyes: Green (or that either) Address: 1214 Old Newton Rd. Davenport, Iowa 52804 (his Gran’s old hometown address). He pasted in one of the pics and hit the finish button. He repeated it with several of the pictures and checked and compared them till he found one he liked. He set his ink jet to the highest resolution and printed out several copies of each ID’s.
He got several good copies and put them in his locking file cabinet. His mom let him get the file cabinet as long as he gave her one of the keys. He started to head out of his room, but he caught himself. He took off his girl clothes and as best he could wiped the makeup off his face. He would need to head off to the bathroom and wash. Dressed he headed to the bathroom passing Darla. She turned and looked at him smiling; he definitely had mascara on she thought.
Monday the kids got up made their breakfasts and got ready for school. Every thing went as normal except Bobby was startled to find Sandra and Becky waiting for him. He got hugs and kisses from both girls, which raised a little stir from the other students. They talked about what had happened the rest of the weekend. Becky pouted when she heard that Sandra and Bobby had lunch together Sunday. She hadn’t told her family about what had gone down. Both girls gave Bobby their cell phone numbers when the early bell rang and headed for their classes.
Whispers followed Bobby throughout the day. Word had traveled fast that he had not one girlfriend but two, both were foxy ladies. Some macho types boasted that that fag couldn’t possibly have one girlfriend let alone two, but they were shushed by some of the girls. At lunch Becky sat with him, unfortunately Sandra didn’t have the same lunch period. He got shelled a couple of times with wadded up paper and food wrappers. He had lost some of his invisibility by having a pretty girl by his side by guys who were jealous of his good fortune. Nothing serious happened though.
Bobby got off his bus by a craft store and picked up some lamination material and some other odds and ends before heading home. At home he found a card that had come in the mail. It was one of them fake credit cards that even had the brown strip on the back and fortunately wasn’t embossed with a name. He trimmed several of the ID’s and carefully glued one on the face of the card. It took two attempts before he was satisfied. He then laminated the card and carefully trimmed it. A big smile formed on his face as he looked at it. He hadn’t dealt with fake ID’s before but it looked pretty good to him.
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Brian found some security cam pics of the three teens walking in the mall. He printed out some copies and started trying to ID the teens pictured. He was having poor luck, but hey detective work is two steps forward one step back at times and a detective wore out a lot of shoe leather.
Tara was at wits end, nobody came forward with any information on the shootings and even her CI’s (confidential informants, snitches) had nothing for her. Sam called in sick today so it was her and Brian again. She liked working with him. He knew she was senior and didn’t complain that she took the lead on the case. She went over the reports from the crime lab and the coroner’s office. All the slugs that hit the vics did come from the same gun. None of the guns recovered matched the slugs from the vics. The perp was a very good shooter. Blood evidence showed five different contributors. So maybe the perp wasn’t all lucky, but they had no hits from DNA on the source.
Tara called Brian on his cell phone, “Any luck yet Brian?”
“Yeah I got some clearer pics of the teens, they aren’t perfect by a long shot but we may be able to get ID’s from them.”
“Great we will make some more copies of em and spread em around to the blue shirts maybe we will get some hits that way.”
“Sure thing Tara, It is getting late I am going to head on home and start again tomorrow if that is alright. My feet are killing me.”
“Aw, does he hurt and have a temperature?”
“Oh shut up Tara.”
“Ok Brian it sounds good to me, Sam called in and said he would be out sick all week. First time in six years, I guess we will let him slide.”
“Yeah he has already talked to me too. I think he wants to be kept up to speed on this one.”
“It is hard to keep an old blood hound down Brian. Once a cop always a cop you know.”
“Yes I know what you mean. See ya!”
“Ok, take it easy Brian.”
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While his sisters fixed dinner Bobby was up in his room sorting things he would need. He made a list so that he wouldn’t forget and prepared several notes. He checked the phone book for numbers he might need and carefully went over everything in his mind. He took a lot of things off of his computer and loaded them on his laptop, before wiping the programs off the hard drive. Tomorrow was a trash day so he disposed of the many tapes he had collected. He had what he wanted on his laptop anyway. He had two rolling suitcases in his closet, a large one and a carryon bag. He started packing these with the things he could easily get and marking it off his list.
Liz had a long day in court and then a long evening going over what had happened and what they wanted to happen tomorrow. She didn’t get home till late and had forgotten to call Det. Tara Collins like she had planned on doing.
The kids had already eaten, and the girls had gotten their showers in. Bobby told his Mom that he was going to shower just before he went to bed; one of his favorite shows was on. Liz was too tired to worry about it and Bobby was a good kid. She just headed on to bed.
Bobby filled the tub up and got in. He shaved his whole body even his face. That was the first time for him to shave his face, he really didn’t need too but he wanted to be certain. He carefully washed his hair and used his sisters’ conditioner on it. When he finished he dried himself off and as he had done many times before looked at himself naked in the mirror. He sat on a chair and worked on his nails they weren’t very long, but he couldn’t have gotten away with long nails. But he could take care of his cuticles and shape what he had. In the morning he would need to do his hair, pluck his eyebrows some but not too much right now, and finish getting his clothes together. He had made new breast forms from instructions on the Internet, larger and more natural looking in a bra at least. He even made some hip pads to round out his figure.
Tired, Bobby went to bed. He slept fitfully that night, worried about what could come. He was more than a little frightened, but also more than a little convinced he needed to do this.
In the morning everyone fixed and ate their breakfast before getting ready for school. Bobby took a swig of ipecac from a bottle before leaving his room. On the way to the bus stop he finally threw up. Darla told him to go on home and she would call Mom from school. He begged her just to let him go home and not disturb Mom. She has this important case and he didn’t want her to worry. He would tell a neighbor, Mrs. Perkins. Darla relented and let it go.
Bobby hurried home and got started getting ready. He threw up twice more before his stomach settled down. He took some of his Mom’s and Darla’s clothes and packed them. He plucked his eyebrows a little and dressed in a more gender-neutral fashion. He looked somewhat older he noticed. He put on one of his mom’s bras but didn’t stuff it yet. He got his money and an emergency stash he knew his Mom had. He hated touching it but thought he would need it. He had a little over eight hundred. When everything was checked off the list he called for a cab.
He directed the cab to take him to the Am-Trak station. He wheeled his luggage into the station and put the bigger case in a locker then headed to a ticket booth, buying a ticket to Chicago. A ticket he would never use.
He found a quiet place away from people, there was a lot of nooks and crannies in a place like this, and put his breast forms into his bra carefully adjusting them. He took off an oversized shirt leaving on one of Darla’s T-shirts showing. He looked again carefully nobody was around and dropped his pants to reveal a pair of pink lycra girls shorts and a pair pantyhose he had on. He then switched his shoes to a pair of low heel pumps. Nobody seemed to notice him doing this so he headed for the ladies room. He figured if he acted like the women in there and like he should be there, that nobody would notice him. There were a few women already there; this was his first time to venture into a ladies restroom. It was like the boys room but nicer and they had no urinals. He went into one of the stalls and started changing clothes. Bobbi took off his blouse and shorts. He put his hip pads on underneath the pantyhose and adjusted them, before pulling a girdle up, making sure his stuff was tucked back before pulling the girdle tight. He put his shoes on, a pair of his Mom’s silver pumps with three-inch heels; he had worn them before and knew he could walk well enough in them. He pulled on a baby blue silk blouse with a scoop neck; at least it didn’t show anything off, he thought, because he just couldn’t pass the cleavage test. Lastly he put on a black half-slip, a black denim mini-skirt and bolero jacket. He took his purse with what he would need and packed what he had worn into the carryon bag. He took a deep breath and opened the door to the stall.
There was still quite a few ladies there, just not the same ones of course, and headed to an open sink/mirror. He placed his bag next to him and set his purse on it and looked in the mirror. He took his hair out of his ponytail, brushing it well and started trying to work it into an acceptable twist. He had done this before but never under scrutiny. One nice lady actually stopped and helped him with it. He remembered to thank her. It looked pretty good as he looked in the mirror. He opened up his purse and started on his makeup. He remembered the saying less is more and that daytime makeup was lighter than evening. He did a pretty fare job especially on his eyes. They looked great. He lastly added the lipstick and remembered to blot it, before looking at what he had done.
He saw an older lady looking at him appraisingly. Bobby’s heart felt like it was beating a thousand beats a minute.
“I like what you did sweetie, not too much and not too little.”
“Thank you Ma’am, I am still a little rusty. Even in high school Mom didn’t let me use it too much. She was a little old fashioned, I suppose, but now that I am on my own though I like to look nice,” Bobby said giving the woman a big genuine smile.
“Well you look better than a lot of girls who use way too much makeup, that’s for sure.”
“Oh thank you so much. I just love your hair, it is so shiny.”
“Yes, and hard to work with too.”
“I guess that is part of our price for looking good.”
“You’re right about that,” she giggled as she moved away.
Bobby had made his first contacts and had survived. He had to hold himself to steady his nerves. He collected his things and wheeled out of the restroom and on his way. He saw a station attendant and went over to him.
“Hi sir, I wonder if you could answer a question for me?”
The man looked over toward her and said, “Sure, if I can, I will be glad too.” He looked at Bobby with a little lust in his eyes.
“I just put a bag I don’t need right now in a locker. I won’t need it while I am here for a couple of days. How long can I leave it there?”
“They clean them out every other day, but one can be rented for a longer period at the information desk.”
“Thank you sir,” Bobby said as she smiled, gave a little finger wave and headed for the information desk. Bobby rented the locker for a week, the longest they would go. They gave him a special key that would allow it to be opened and relocked without having to continuously repay for the locker.
She went back to her locker and changed some things out before heading back into the city. At the curb she hailed a cab and had it take her to a motel. It wasn’t an extravagant motel but it was in a fairly nice neighborhood. This was going to be a major test. Bobby knew that motels usually required a credit card and a driver’s license to rent a room; he just hoped he could do it without a credit card and that his ID would pass the mustard. The cab dropped her off in front and she wheeled her bag inside the office. An older lady was sitting at the reception desk.
“Hi, I am visiting from out of town; I want to check out one of the colleges. I am thinking about starting here for the next term. How much would it cost to rent the room for six days?” Bobby said to the clerk.
The lady smiled at her as she looked her over. “Hi, I am Betty Lou, the room is thirty five ninety nine a day plus tax, six days that will be $254.36 total, do you have a credit card?”
“Yes, let me see,” Bobby said, and she proceeded to dump her purse a little at a time digging and rooting through it. “Oh Fudge! I left my checkbook and credit cards back in Iowa.”
“Do you have cash and an ID?”
“Yes I do, I have enough for my stay here and food. I will have to get Gran to send me my stuff though.” Bobby said pulling out his ID and his wallet.
The clerk made a copy of the ID and handed a registration slip to Bobby to fill out. Bobby remembered to fill it out according to his ID card. He signed the form and handed it back to the lady. The lady rang up the register and Bobby handed her the cash.
“Ok Leslie, you will be in room 214, that’s on the second floor towards the end. The pool is open 10:00 am till 10:00 pm, the ice machine is in the breezeway and there is an all night diner just on the other side of the office. I hope you like it here and good luck at college,” Betty Lou said, smiling warmly at Bobby.
Bobby wheeled the bag towards his room it was heavy and she had a hard time getting it up the stairs. She found her room, opened the door with the key, wheeled her bag in and collapsed on the bed. Her first day as a girl had been exhilarating so far but she had a lot to do before she would feel safe again. After a few minutes she opened her bag, hung up the clothes so they would look alright, and put her lingerie into the drawers. The toiletries went into the bathroom. She hoped Darla and Mom would forgive her for raiding their things.
Bobby laid down for fifteen minutes or so. Throwing up so much had taken a lot out of her. She really needed to get something to eat. She grabbed her purse and repaired her makeup. She then made sure she had her key she headed out to the diner.
Bobby realized that now she was a girl, she would have to be extra careful, girls especially girls that were by themselves, were more of a target for violence than boys. Bobby also realized that she was more vulnerable to violence than real girls now. Boys like Bobby live a hard violent life sometimes.
The diner wasn’t too busy when Bobby entered she reckoned it was about 2:30 pm. The evening crowd hadn’t started and the lunch crowd had already departed. As she sat she planned out her evening.
She didn’t know when she would call Police Department, but she did want to get that detective Tara Collins on the phone.
The waitress came and brought her a glass of water and a menu.
“Hi I am Caitlin; I will be your waitress. What can I get you to drink?”
“I will have a diet coke and do you have a BLT?”
“Yes we do, do you want fries or a salad with that?”
“Yes a salad with ranch on the side.”
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Brian called Tara on his cell phone, “Hello Tara, I may have a hit on two of those kids. One sales clerk ID’ed one of the girls as a Sandra and the other girl as Becky, they both went to Jefferson high school.”
“Great job Brian, I will head there now. How soon can you be there?”
“I am about fifteen out.”
“Ok meet you there in fifteen.”
Tara met Brian in front of the school. He handed her frontal pictures of the three teens. They were not good but they should be able to get an ID from them. They headed to the office flashed their badges and asked to talk to the principal.
Amanda Davis, the principal greeted them in her office and asked what she could do for them.
“Ms. Davis, three of your students may have witnessed a grisly murder and we desperately need to talk to them. Can you identify the students in these pictures?” Brian said handing the pictures to her.
“Yes that is Sandra Jennings, Becky Samuels and I think the other is Bobby McDonald.” Ms. Davis said. She got up and went outside and pulled their schedules and attendance. She went from one to the other checking time and attendance and wrote down the class and room they were currently in. “Ok, one of them, Bobby McDonald is out sick. He has a sister Darla, who goes here to, she said that he threw up on the way to the bus today.” Amanda said.
“I need to talk to Sandra and Becky and if you can, call Bobby’s sister too please.”
Sandra got to the office first followed by Darla and then Becky. She raised an eyebrow and then felt a knot in her stomach not knowing what this might be about. Darla just didn’t have a clue.
The three girls were sent into the office where Principal Davis, with another woman and man were waiting. “Girls, this is Detectives Tara Collins and Brian Williams. They would like to talk to you.”
“Well, we would like to talk to Sandra, Becky and Bobby. Ms. Davis said that Bobby was out sick is that right Darla?”
“Yes, he should be at home right now.”
“Well, Sandra and Becky we need you to call your parents and have them meet us. Brian you stay here till they make their calls and stay with them till their parents get here. Darla I need you to go with me to your home, we will need to contact your parents too.”
“My Mom is in court right now, I doubt if she can get away. She has a really important case right now.”
“Is she a lawyer?”
“Yes. She is Elisabeth McCrea.”
“Which court room?”
“I don’t know, it’s a civil case.”
“Ok, we will call her when we get to your home.” Tara said as she led Darla to her car.
“I saw you on TV the other day, isn’t that right?”
“I am not sure, I don’t stay up to see if I made the news but I could have been.”
“Yes, you were at the scene of that murder right. Is that what this is about?”
“That was probably me then, but I would rather not say what this is about.”
They drove to Darla’s home. Darla got out her key and entered the house and called for her brother. She didn’t get any response. She went to his room and he wasn’t there.
Tara entered and looked from room to room. Everything looked to be normal, nothing looked disturbed or out of place.
“Nobody is here right now; could he be with a neighbor?”
“He might be; he said he would notify one.”
“Which one?”
“Mrs. Perkins, they live right there,” she said pointing to the house.
“Let me go check, you stay here in case there is a call.”
Darla went to dump her junk in her room. She saw a note on her vanity and picked it up and read it.
Darla,
As you can see I am not here right now. I have gone. It is not safe for me I feel. I took some things from you and Mom. Please forgive me and don’t give away what I have taken. I was near that murder the other day and I have some evidence. I am dressing as a girl right now. Please be careful.
Love,
Bobby
Darla folded the letter up and tucked it into the waistband of her skirt. She heard Detective Tara call out for her.
“Was he there Ma’am?”
“No he wasn’t, in fact she said she saw a cab pull up and him get in it at about 9:30. Where would he have gone?”
“I don’t know. He was supposed to be in bed.”
Tara called the courthouse’s bailiffs office and asked them to locate Elisabeth McCrea.
The phone at the house rang a few minutes later.
“Mom, this is Darla, there is a detective Tara Collins here. She is looking for Bobby. He got sick this morning, but when I got home he wasn’t here.”
“Oh my god, I was afraid of this. Let me talk to her Darla.”
“Ms. McCrea, I am detective Collins, we really need to talk to Bobby. Do you know where he is at?”
“He was supposed to be in school. I didn’t know he got sick. I need to get a continuance and then I will come home. It will take me about thirty minutes.”
“Ok I will be here with Darla till you get here.”
“Can you two pick up my daughter Amy at the junior high? I know what this is about and it scares me. I will call them.”
“I can get a unit to pick her up.”
“No, I know of you, I don’t know of them whoever it is.”
Tara got on her radio and requested a unit to sit on this house while she and Darla went to the junior high. She also called the office and had a detective there start calling Cab companies to try to locate where Bobby had gone. She thought this kid might be the key to this murder.
Amy was confused as she was pulled out of class and called to the office. She was afraid when she saw Darla there with an unknown lady. Darla introduced Detective Collins and assured her that it was alright she believed, but refused to say what it was all about. The three of them arrived at the house about the same time their Mom arrived. An armed bailiff had accompanied her after she told the judge her son was missing.
Liz ran through the house looking for her son. He just wasn’t there. Tara told her what Mrs. Perkins had said. “I have a detective calling taxi companies trying to find out which one came by and where they went.”
They all sat down and were waiting to hear anything. Darla hugged her Mom and tucked the note into her blouse.
“Mom why don’t you go change, I will stay here with Amy till we hear something.”
“Good idea Darla. I will be just a minute.”
Liz went to her room, she had felt her daughter slip her the note and she could really do with a change of clothes. In her room she read the note and found a note of her own in her panty drawer.
Mom,
Things are more complicated than you know. I actually have a video of the murder going down. I have been taping girls for a while trying to copy their dress and mannerisms for a while. I am sorry.
I have taken some of yours and Darla’s clothes and am hiding as a girl. I am afraid I am not safe at home and that it is not safe for me to be around you or my sisters till this thing is resolved.
Please don’t be mad at me. I have messengered a copy of my tape to your office Mom.
Be careful, I love you guys,
Bobby
The police start hunting Bobby and her mother gets a hold of a tape of the shooting. Sandra and Becky along with their parents are placed in protective custody. Liz finally lerans some details about her son she didn't know.
Bobbi’s Run ch. 6
by
Paula Dillon
Liz cried as she read the letter. Then she made a decision. She flew out of her room into the living room. She grabbed Tara and pulled her into the kitchen.
“Tara, I don’t know where Bobby is, but I do know where there is some evidence. Come with me to my office, and don’t say anything to your Co-workers.”
“What evidence?”
“My son left a letter in my drawers that explained that he had a tape of the murder and it was messengered to my office.”
“Let me see the note Ms. McCrea.”
“I can’t, I flushed it down the toilet. There was some personal stuff I don’t want to get out.”
“I need to know and you should know that.”
“You cops always say you need to know things you don’t, you are voyeurs into everybody’s dirt, always wanting to know more and you can’t seem to get enough dirt. You need to get a killer and no, you don’t need to know what it said,” Liz said the lawyer in her rising to the top.
Tara’s face flushed as she tried to control her temper, if what Elisabeth said is true it could be the break they need on this case.
“Ok, but you better not be yanking my chain.”
They left the house. Tara had instructed the uniform unit to stay with the girls here at the house and not to let them go anywhere unless they hear from her.
Tara didn’t need directions to get to Elisabeth’s office; she knew her law firm well. The office was still open when they got there. The law firm’s personnel had been shocked that a continuance had been called on the case and nobody there knew what it was all about yet. When they saw their colleague and that detective enter without saying a word they began to speculate amongst themselves.
Elisabeth went to her secretary, “Monica, did I get anything delivered by messenger today?”
“Yes you did. A large envelope came for you marked ‘private for your eyes only.’ Very melodramatic if you ask me. It is on your desk.”
“Thank you.” Liz said as she headed into her office with Tara close on her heels closing the door behind her.
Liz grabbed the envelope and opened it. Inside was a VHS tape. Liz turned on her VCR and her TV and plugged the tape in hitting play. Sure enough it was Bobby’s tape.
Tara watched intently as the tape played, “Jesus Christ!” Tara said as she saw a man get out of a car. “I know that man.” She watched and saw the gunfight start the bag skewed left and then she saw the car leaving in a hurry.
“Your son may be in deep shit. It may be a good thing he is hiding.”
Tara pulled out her cell and called Brian. “Brian I need you to protect those girls and their families, don’t let anybody near them without my say and I mean anybody. I also need you to freeze all information on this case to anybody but me and you, do you understand. Nobody is to be given any information not even Sam.”
“What is going on Tara?”
“This is big; I don’t know how big but just take my word for it.”
“Ok I will trust you Tara. You can trust me too.” Brian said. Tara wasn’t one to exaggerate things. He knew her when he was a beat cop. “By the way that taxi that picked Bobby up went to the Am-Trak station.”
Tara then called Officer Watson, “Hey Timothy, get your butt over to Elisabeth McCrea’s house. I want you to sit on her kids there don’t let anybody near them, without my say so or Brian’s say.” Tara said as she gave him Elisabeth’s address. “There is another unit there but you have jurisdiction over those kids.”
“Which prosecutor do you trust the most Liz?”
“I don’t work criminal, but I hear that Bob Mason is pretty honest and is a real ball buster.”
Tara giggled she knew Bob very well and yes that description fit him well. He would have been one of her choices too. She dialed the DA’s office and got him on the line.
“Hey Bob, I got a break on that quad murder. I know who the shooter is, this is big and we need to keep it off the burners. Can you meet me at the Am-Trak station? Don’t say anything to anyone.”
“Sure Tara, on my way.” Bob could smell a big case coming.
“Let’s go Elisabeth.”
They grabbed the tape and went out the door. They didn’t stop to say anything. Elisabeth colleagues were dumbfounded, but many of them knew Detective Collins and they were worried.
Tara drove like a madwoman to the station. There they ran to the ticket booth. The ticket agents had a change of shift about an hour prior and none of the earlier agents were still around. They headed to the station’s security office and asked to see the tapes from earlier today. She was handed a huge stack of tapes from the twelve cameras they had. Bob came into the security office as she was handed the tapes. Tara took him into the office they used to question people at the station.
“Bob, I have bad news, the shooter for those murders was a cop.”
“Which one Tara?”
“Sam, and he might not be the only one dirty.”
“You sure about this?”
“Yep got it on tape. Very good video. You can even see the mole on his left cheek. Here watch the tape.” Tara said inserting the tape into a tape player in the interrogation room.
Bob watched the tape, “Shit. Who else knows?”
“Just me and you and right now.”
“Okay let’s get everyone tucked away safe for right now, do we need to protect anybody?”
“Do you know Elisabeth McCrea? It was her son, Bobby, who made the tape; she is in the other office right now. She needs to be protected along with her daughters. Bobby apparently went into hiding on his own. Also Brian is watching two other witnesses and their families at the station.”
“Well let’s get them all into a motel and put people we can trust on them.”
“With Bobby in hiding, we will need to keep Elisabeth and her daughters at their home in case Bobby calls, Bob.”
“Ok Tara, go ahead and get her home and then meet me at the State Police Barracks. We will work out what we will do after we talk to the OIC (officer in charge) there.”
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Bobby was sick to her stomach. Her nerves were rattled and she was so unsure of herself and the course of action she had chosen. This was the first time she had been by herself away from home. She hadn’t been made as a boy yet and the chance of discovery just added to the pressure, but she also felt exhilaration at pulling this off so far.
She counted what money she had. She had started out with eight hundred and thirty five dollars. After taxis, train ticket, messenger and motel she had four hundred fifteen and some change left. Bobby knew she was ok money wise for right now, but for how long she didn’t know.
She put off contacting the Police today. She figured her mom would do that when she got the tape she had messengered to her. She sat in her room and watched TV. There was nothing new on the news. She was trying to act so grown up but inside she was still a little girl.
She did decide to call her Mom; she left the motel and walked to a nearby shopping center. Just getting out and doing something seemed to make her feel better. The Shopping Center wasn’t as big as the Mall but they did have a bank of pay phones. Bobby had been careful of surveillance cameras; she couldn’t miss them all, but she was able to reduce her exposure where she would stand out. She found a phone where she could make a call and dialed her Mom’s cell phone.
“Hello,” she heard Liz say.
Then in as feminine and as Scottish a voice she could muster she said, “Hello Agnes, This is Leslie Edmund, how ere ya today Lass.”
Liz didn’t need the hint Bobby gave her to know who it was. His voice sounded so sweet and feminine but there was no hiding it from a mother. “Oh hello Gran, I am sorry, but Bobby is missing right now. Please don’t tell Mom till I know more, she loves him so. I am sure everything will be alright, but I just can’t talk right now.”
“Oh I am so sorry ta hear that child, I know ya mus be verried so I will na keep ya. I will call ya later and me prayers er with ya.”
Liz was glad Bobby told her she was alright, and she knew that her son picked up that she was probably with the cops right now and couldn’t talk.
It was hard for Bobby to not run back and lock herself in her room. Bobby shook so hard she just had to stand there holding herself. Mom had to have been with the police or she wouldn’t have put her off like that. She had let her know that she knew who she was and she hadn’t asked her to come home. Bobby just walked normally and stopped at a restaurant and went in. She was hungry because of her nerves and she seemed to feel better after eating a small bite or two.
As she left the restaurant she walked by a juniors shop. She knew she needed to save her money, but she couldn’t resist going in and at least look around a little and maybe try a thing or two on.
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Sandra, Becky and their families were very worried. The amount of activity around them shifted several times since they arrived. Det. Brian Williams became more protective of them after he received a phone call. They didn’t know what that was about.
Sandra and Becky filled in their parents about what they knew. It came as a shock to Becky’s parents; her mother and father almost went ballistic, they hadn’t known anything about the murders except what they had seen on the news. Sandra and Tracey got very worried when they heard that Bobby was missing.
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Bobby wandered about the shop. She was in hog heaven and at the same time she was scared that she would be spotted as a fraud. She was overwhelmed by what she saw, all sorts of delightful dresses, skirts, blouses, lingerie and other women’s clothes. When the sales lady welcomed her, Bobby nearly jumped out of her skin but the lady was nice to her and helped her make some choices of clothes to try on. Bobby had a pretty good fashion sense from reading all his sisters’ magazines and just watching and observing the women around her. She knew what looked good on other girls and was able to pick out things that looked good on her.
Bobby must have spent two hours trying on various outfits. She did make a few purchases. She found a padded girdle her size, a bra and panty set and a blouse she just had to have. She saw a lot she wanted to buy, but she was pretty frugal with her money.
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Bob and Tara met at the State Police Barracks and convinced the Lieutenant there to call the units Major and have him come in. When Major Crenshaw saw the tape they began making plans for a protective detail and for a raid.
Tara went over the tapes collected from the Am-Trak Station, she saw Bobby enter the station but lost track of him after he purchased a ticket.
Bob and Tara went to Judge Thompson’s Home after preparing affidavits for search warrants and warrants of arrest. The Judge sealed all the warrants till it was time to execute them.
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Bobby left the shop and walked a little further and stopped outside a nail salon. They did wonders for her Mom’s nails so she decided to get hers done. Mary was her nail tech and she was absolutely delightful. Bobby had the best time talking to her as she worked on her nails. When Bobby left the Nail salon with ten shiny silk wrapped talons about three-eights of an inch long in a simply lovely shade of Coral Pink and she had a new friend in Mary. She almost felt like nothing was wrong.
As she reached her motel she saw Sandra, Becky, Tracey and two more adults being escorted to the motel. Sandra even looked right at Bobby as she walked by. Bobby went up to her room and went inside, but kept an eye on what was going on through her window. Bobby saw them being escorted to a couple of rooms on the second floor right near hers. She saw the police in the parking lot. There were two cars with at least four cops there. Somehow Bobby felt safer now and happy that the other girls were also safe.
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Liz got Darla and Amy alone, both girls were visibly shaken by the day’s events, especially Amy, she knew the least.
“Girls I want you to listen to me and not say anything till I finish. I don’t know where your brother is but I think he is all right. He is hiding somewhere. The police tracked him to the Am-Trak station and he just disappeared. I will tell you what I know within certain limits, and then I want to talk to each one of you individually and alone. Ok?” Liz said.
Both girls nodded to their Mom.
“Ok, you remember those murders we saw on the news the other day by the mall?” she said. Both girls answered yes. “Well your brother and two girls from his high school, Sandra Jennings and Becky Samuels were pretty close to where it happened. In fact they were close enough to witness the events. From what I know Bobby and the girls were sitting on the bench at the bus stop waiting for the bus. When Bobby heard the shots he pushed the two girls off the bench onto the ground and covered them with his body. You got to admit that was a pretty brave and selfless thing he did. When things were safe he got the girls up and got them out of the area.
What nobody else knew was that somehow that video camera I got Bobby was running and captured the whole thing on tape. That is the only way the Police have for identifying the killers. Bobby probably didn’t know he had caught the whole thing on tape till sometime after he got home. Instead of doing the smart thing and telling me, he went into hiding. He must have had a bunch of money saved up and he hit our petty cash stash too, I have found. His reason for doing this is probably to protect us. I would rather he was with us but I can understand and respect his decision to hide.
I know something nobody else knows right now and I need to know from you two that it won’t go any farther than this room. Darla and Amy can both of you keep a secret and not tell anybody else and I mean anybody? Darla?” Darla shook her head. “Amy?” Amy shook her head.
“Ok… I have heard from your brother,” Liz said and waited a few seconds for that to sink in. “He called me on my cell phone while I was with the Police. In a few words he told me he was ok and safe right now. That is all I know for right now. Any question?” Both girls shook their heads no.
“Ok Amy let me talk to Darla for a few minutes alone and please don’t try to eavesdrop dear.”
“I promise Mom,” she said giving her Mom a big hug before heading to her room. Amy went to her room and began messing around on her computer.
“Darla, what do you know about what has gone on?”
“Well I know more than Amy for sure. You know he is hiding as a girl from my note.”
“Yes I know he left a note in my room too.”
“He took some of my clothes and stuff too.”
“Yes he told me that in my letter. What did he take?”
“As best as I can tell he took two dresses, a suit, three blouses, two skirts, three or four panties, four pair of pantyhose and two half slips. The twerp actually snicked my favorite blouse,” she said a tear forming in her eye. “Oh and I am missing quite a bit of makeup, but he didn’t take any bras from me. He must be going flat chested.”
“No he hit me for bras. He must have wanted to look older, you know bigger chested.” Liz said
Darla Blushed and looked at her mothers chest. Her Mom wore a 36C and Darla wore a 34B. While her Mom amply filled out her C cup bra quite nicely and maybe could wear a D cup in some bras, Darla didn’t actually fill her B cup very well. She wondered what Bobby would look like with breasts like Mom’s
“He also hit me for some camisoles, nighties, my waist cincher, a girdle, two of my slacks, some of my makeup, a purse, a wallet, two rolling suitcases and oh he took my shoes, the buzzard. He took at least three pair of my heels, two pair of flats, and my jogging shoes,” Liz said.
“Mom he has been dressing in my clothes for a while, and the other day he was on his way to the bath room to shower, I am sure he had on some mascara. He seems to take good care of my stuff. I don’t think he used my things to ah… you know ah…”
“Yes, I know what you mean. I know he has been borrowing some of my things too.”
“Is he going to be alright Mom? I don’t know what I would do if he got hurt or died or never came home again Mom?” Darla was visibly shaken and cried holding on to Liz tightly.
“I know Baby, I love him too and want him back. Go ahead and let it out dear, don’t keep it bottled up,” Liz said crying herself.
After Darla had cried herself out, Liz helped clean up her face and told her to smile to the world and keep a stiff upper lip.
“Darla, send your sister in please.”
‘Ok Mom.”
Amy came into Liz’s room. It was obvious that she had been crying too and she was acting a little scared.
“Amy don’t worry it will be alright dear. Now tell me what you know about what your brother has been up too?” Liz said hugging Amy.
“I don’t know much Mom but…”
“Now don’t be afraid dear, but I really need to know what he might be up too?”
“Well I know he has been dressing as a girl.”
Liz arched her eyebrow and looked at Amy with a touch of shock on her face.
“You see he has this video editing software on his computer, and one day I snuck into his room and started messing with his computer. He had the computer pass worded, but it only took me about fifteen minutes to break in. I now have administrative authority over his computer. I set his root directory to share, started a logging program that runs in the background and keeps track of what his computer is doing. I set it up to send what he does directly to my computer on our home network. Some friends taught me how to hack in you see. He has a whole bunch of .wmv files; those are video files, on his computer. Apparently he took a whole lot of videos of girls at the malls, nothing bad or anything, just girls talking, walking and doing things girls normally do at the mall. He would edit them and condense them to certain things. Then he would video tape himself, sometimes dressed up sometimes not, doing what the girls had done only in his room.”
Liz was flabbergasted at hearing what Amy had to say and actually shocked to hear what she had done.
“Amy I am ashamed of you hacking into your brother’s computer and you know you can get into real trouble hacking computers, but I am glad you told me of this. How was he, did he look good, did he do well?” Liz said, wondering where Amy learned so much about computers.
“Mom he did very good. You simply wouldn’t believe it. He could dress up and look as good as Darla or I could and he was pretty good with his makeup. I liked watching him on the computer. I even downloaded some of his files onto CD/RWs so I could replay it for myself,” Amy said, her face was flush with excitement as she told her Mom what she knew. “I have some files he recently worked with but I haven’t had time to look at them.”
“Get those CD’s Amy and have your sister and meet me in my office.”
“I don’t think your computer can handle them Mom. It’s not just the files you need, but you also need the programs, ram, video cards and other requirements. You have a great computer don’t get me wrong but it ain’t a gaming or video machine. We’ll need to use ours or Bobby’s.”
Liz shook her head in disbelief at her daughter Amy. What a little scamp she was turning out to be. Liz realized that she would need to harden her own computer’s security software. “Ok let’s go to your room.”
Amy sat at the computer she shared with Darla. She pulled out a notebook filled with CD’s and booted her computer. Her fingers flew over the keyboard without hesitation till she got what she wanted running. Liz and Darla both had gobsmacked expressions on their faces as Amy pulled up video after video of Bobby’s creation. They both gasped as they saw Bobby dressed in Darla clothes. Darla knew he was wearing her things, but she had never actually seen him dressed up
“Shit!!! She Looks good,” Darla let slip from her mouth.
Amy had multiple screens open showing one thing or another.
“This is my favorite of them all.”
Amy stopped all the video’s and opened one file making it full screen and started it. Bobby was alone in the living room dressed in Darla’s favorite blouse, a mini skirt, a bra could be seen through the blouse along with breasts somehow, pantyhose and Mom’s favorite heels. Bobby had a program on the TV with a bunch of teenage girls dancing and he was dancing with them. He wasn’t just good he was great. He was a better dancer than some of the girls dancing on TV. Bobby had good rhythm, style and grace. Amy giggled as Bobby swung his hips, swished this way and that, twirled and copied the moves of the girls on the TV. Liz and Darla’s mouths just hung open in disbelief. Lastly she pulled the video he had last made a few days ago, and it was of the crime scene. Both girls were shocked and started crying when they saw what went down.
“Oh Mom, they were right next to what happened weren’t they?” Darla asked. “Why did the camera move Mom?”
Liz thought she knew but went to her son’s room and found his camera and camera case. As she was returning to the girl’s room she notice three holes in the camera case a large one that Bobby apparently used to make the videos he had made and two smaller frayed holes. Also she noticed a long scratch or nick down the side of the camera. Her fears were confirmed by the evidence.
“Oh My God,” she almost screamed.
“What’s wrong Momma?” Amy asked.
Liz put her fingers through both of the smaller holes and pointed the scratch on the camera. “Guess what caused this girls.”
Amy turned back to her computer and replayed the video. Bobby had passed in front of the camera just about two seconds before the camera skewed to the left.
“Mom according to the time stamp he passed in front of the camera less than two seconds before it was apparently hit by a bullet.”
“Yep, he might have really saved his own life along with Sandra’s and Becky’s since they were with him.”
“Also Mom, I found that Bobby downloaded a program named ID Maker, and some Jpeg files.”
“Jpeg files?”
“Yes Mom those are a type of picture files,” Amy said as she opened several.
What they saw looked liked driver’s license pictures of Bobby with several different hairstyles and looks.
“Damn who taught him to do hair and makeup? He is good,” Liz said. “Was there something to show what ID, if any, he made Amy?”
“There might have been but he apparently deleted and wiped them.”
“Do what?”
“Well Mom, if you delete a file by putting it in the trash can it is still there. Even if you dumped the trash can, the files can still be recovered. Bobby used a mil spec program to wipe the program and files off his hard drive. The program overwrites the data hundreds and hundreds of times so that it could no longer be recovered.”
“Mil spec what?”
“That means Military Specification. It means it is a top grade program to delete files and clean the hard drive, one that the military would use to clean classified data off of their computers.”
“Where did you learn all this Amy?”
“From my friends,” Amy said smiling.
“Well Amy for hacking on your brother’s computer you are on computer restriction for three weeks. No using any computer except for what class work you just have to do at school or home unless a teacher, your sister or I am looking over your shoulder. If we catch you violating that it will be for three months Amy. Don’t get me wrong dear, it is good for us to know about this, but you violated your brother’s privacy.”
“Well he got into your things and Darla’s things.”
“Yes he did, and he will have to answer for that too, but that doesn’t make what you did right.”
(to be continued)
Bobby decides to get out for the day and to let her hair down. She even makes a new friend along the way.
Bobbi’s Run ch.7
by
Paula Dillon
Bobby awoke in her room at the motel. She hadn’t slept too well waking up crying several times that night, but at the same that she felt safer than she had been. It was hard being away from her family and being alone for the first time that rattled her nerves. Bobby even questioned why she was doing all of this. The one thing she did know was she had to get out of this room, at least for a little while.
With nothing else to do she decided to start her day refreshed. In the bathroom she turned on the shower adjusting the temperature of the water before stepping in. The water felt wonderful as she shampooed and conditioned her hair. Her sister’s shampoo had a wonderful fruity scent, and the conditioner left it feeling so silky. Bobby took time to shave everywhere, wanting to make sure she looked feminine enough.
Finished she dried off wrapping a towel around her chest and one on her hair like a turban. She then used her deodorant on her underarms and a good moisturizer on her skin. Bobby then worked on her hair getting out her blow dryer, her big round brush and hair spray. With her head in a down position, she started blow drying it while brushing it out. It took a while to get it dry but when she finished her hair had tons of volume. She sprayed it with hair spray after she got it sorted out. It looked pretty good, it could use a bit of shaping; maybe she would have it worked on today who knows.
Bobby dressed in her lingerie adjusting her breast forms. She wished she had better breast forms but those were expensive. Well anyway she thought she looked alright. Matching panties, the waist cincher (it was hard to get on and oh she hated it but she really did need it), pantyhose and her new padded girdle (it was tight, but it kept her boy bits looking smooth and feminine) came next. Looking at her clothes she picked out a cream colored blouse and a pair of brown slacks. She put on her sports trainers on her feet right now, but put a pair of strappy stiletto sandals in her purse. It was a big purse, which was her reason for choosing it from the others her mom had.
Makeup took just a few minutes; she didn’t use much just a little foundation, some powder to set it, mascara and lipstick. She looked at herself in the mirror and was proud of what she saw. She looked as good as her sister Darla and better than a lot of girls she knew.
She grabbed her key, put it in her purse and as an after thought got her backpack that held her laptop and carried it with her. She really didn’t have any plans for the day, but seeing that she told the motel clerk she was going to check out the college, she thought she might as well do that.
Bobby made her way to the diner. Caitlin wasn’t there but there was a pretty girl who said her name was Helen there to serve her. She asked Helen about taking the bus to the local college, Bobby already knew how to get there, but she enjoyed the interaction she had with Helen. Bobby had two eggs scrambled, dry toast, coffee and milk.
Bobby finished up her meal, leaving Helen a nice tip before paying her bill. She then headed to the rest room to repair her makeup, she had seen her lip prints on her coffee cup and her fork and she knew she needed to fix that at least.
Bobby waited at the bus stop for about ten minutes before the bus she needed came by and soon she was on her way. It was only a couple of miles away from her motel to the college. Bobby had seen it many times before but she had never been on the campus itself. She didn’t realize how massive it was until she stepped off the bus just before ten am and started wandering around. There were so many buildings with so many people going from here to there. Bobby saw a building she wanted to visit, the colleges library. She thought she might find a computer that was logged onto the net and be able to check her email and send some out.
She stopped at the entrance long enough to change her shoes to the stilettos, she wanted to look more adult and she believed that they helped her. Also Bobby liked to hear her heels click on the hard masonry floors of the library. Inside the door she found a directory for the building and located a computer lab on the third floor. The elevators were nearby and soon she approached the computer lab.
The lab had about twenty PC’s and Mac’s and about a third of them were occupied. Bobby found one available away from most of the students and sat down in front of it. She booted the PC’s browser but she came to a screeching halt when it asked for her to login.
“Oh crud!” Bobby said out loud.
“What’s wrong?” Came a girl’s voice from beside and behind her.
Bobby turned and saw a girl a few PC’s away looking at her, “Oh I am just visiting here. I am thinking about going here next fall. I saw these computers and thought I might be able to check my email and stuff while I was here.”
“Yeah to login on the college system you have to have an account set up. Come over here and you can use mine for a few minutes. I am just going outside to smoke a cig and I will be right back.”
Bobby got up and moved over to where the girl was, “Thank you so much. My name is Leslie, Leslie Edmunds.”
“Hi Leslie, I am Trina Scott, and your very welcome,” Trina said getting up from the PC and getting her cigarettes and lighter from her purse before heading out. Trina hadn’t bothered picking up all her things she just trusted Bobby to not muss her things up.
Bobby logged into her online email program and checked her in-box. She was surprised to see an email from Amy. “How the heck did she get this email address?” Bobby thought. She hadn’t given it to any of her family. She used this box for some of her online friends when she was pretending to be a girl.
Bobby opened the email and read it.
Hi sis,
Just thought I would drop you a line. Mom talked to us about what you are doing. She thinks it may be good that you are hiding.
Things are kinda hectic around here right now.
I need to apologize to you sis, I have kinda been hacking into your computer for a while. Mom got mad at me and put me on computer restriction because of it. If they knew I was emailing you now, it would really piss her off.
Bobby I know how you look, and while I don’t understand why, I really like having you as a sister. I am sorry I violated your privacy on your computer and will try to make it up to you.
Dig this, we each knew what you were doing, but we didn’t tell each other what was going on. Also I think that everybody is kinda cool about it too.
BTW we have two police officers sitting on our house 24/7 and we don’t have to go to school right now. Although I have to admit going to school would be better than being stuck in this house.
I have heard that Sandra and Becky along with their families have been put up in a hotel or motel somewhere; they didn’t say where so I don’t know what to say.
Anyway I just dropped you a line to say stay in hiding, keep your head down and stay safe.
Love,
Amy
“Shit!” Bobby said softly.
After checking her other email and doing some housekeeping, Bobby decided to send her mom an email. She used another of her online email accounts this one in Bobby’s name to send:
Mom,
Just dropping a few lines to say everything is ok. I am as safe right now as if I was at home, maybe safer. I am sorry again for all I am putting you three through. You can email me here, if you like.
I really miss you guys and I will be glad when I can get home. It has been fun being on my own and very scary at the same time. I really wish that all this hadn’t happened.
Oh Mom, I will repay the money I borrowed from you. I felt really bad taking it, but I felt I needed it.
I want to say more but am having a hard time putting what I feel into words so I will just say I love you and my sisters.
Love,
Bobby
It wasn’t long after Bobby finished and logged off his account that Trina returned.
“Well Leslie did you get your stuff taken care of?”
“Yes thank you. I really appreciate what you did for me.”
“No problem, I know what it can be like with no web access. I would have a hard time if I had to give it and my cell phone up.”
“Yep, the necessities of life. Whatcha up to here Trina?” Bobby asked looking at all the stuff she had spread around.
“Oh I need to make a presentation using Power Point for my speech class. It’s just I have never used the software before and I need it by tomorrow.”
“Well I can help you.”
“Really you don’t have too.”
“I know but I want to Trina, I have got to thank you somehow.”
“Ok, I will take you up on that Leslie.” Trina said as she began to describe what she was trying to do.
Bobby listened and started working in Power Point. She was fascinated by the girl’s presentation. Bobby worked rapidly and fleshed out her idea and started building upon it. Trina got into watching Bobby work and gave her directions to make it look like she wanted it to look. Bobby started by filling in the frames with the information Trina gave her. Trina saw that Bobby had a flair for art as she began to spice up the bland appearance with all sorts of clipart and pics.
They were about halfway through when Trina said. “Hey it is two thirty and I am starved. I wish we could eat here?”
Bobby was hungry to, but she was so caught up in what she was doing she didn’t want to stop. She knew though that she really needed to eat too. “Well we can save this to disk go out to eat and we can work on it on my laptop.”
Trina’s face brightened, “You have a laptop here? The whole campus is set up on a wi-fi connection, can your laptop use wi-fi?”
“Sure I use it from time to time at Starbucks’.”
“Ok burn a CD and let’s go girl.”
Bobby did just that, while Trina got her things together.
“Let’s head on over to the Student Union building they have a nice café there and we can eat and work on it there.”
It was a short walk to the Student Union but it seemed like miles to Bobby in her heels. Trina led them to a café on the second floor. They found a booth in a quite corner near an outlet and set up their work. Other students were there eating and working too, Bobby saw.
“Burger, fries and coke sound ok to you Leslie?”
“Make it coffee black and keep it coming.” Bobby said as she started working.
“Ok you got it.”
Trina watched Bobby work; it was apparent to her, that she really knew what she was doing with that software. They had forty slides to prepare and Bobby was at twenty eight. Trina like many other students had put off her project till the last minute. She might have gotten it done but it wouldn’t have been near as good as it was looking.
Bobby ate her burger as she worked and wound up being fed her fires by Trina as she typed. It took about another two hours and eight cups of coffee, for Bobby to finish. She had to make a mad dash to the rest room to deposit the coffee she had drunk and to fix her face before she finished. They played the slide show through twice before they pronounced their work finis. Trina logged on to the wi-fi and Bobby emailed the work to Trina’s account, and rewrote the CD.
“Let’s go to my room at the dorm and drop all this stuff there and let me take you to dinner. After all you just earned me my ‘A’ in my speech class, I think. I would never been able to make it look that good.”
“You don’t have too Trina I just enjoyed the work and your company.”
“I know I don’t have too and that is the point, neither did you but you did.”
“Ok, you talked me into it.”
Bobby did switch from her heels to her trainers this time.
“Oh a resourceful girl you are. I do that too. Heels look great but they can sure wear down your feet.”
Bobby followed Trina to her dorm. It was called Smith hall she saw. Trina’s room was on the second floor, but with all the things they had they were both glad of the elevator.
“This is my room Leslie,” Trina said as she opened the door.
Bobby saw that it was about the size of her hotel room maybe smaller. It had two beds, two closets and two study areas.
“I had a roomie but she dropped out about two weeks ago and now I have it all to myself. There is a bath room I share with my suite mates through that door.”
Bobby looked around glad for all the room she had at her home. She didn’t see a computer though. “You don’t have your own computer?”
“Nah, my parents could barely afford to send me here. A computer would just be an added expense.”
Bobby sat at the student desk built into the wall and they talked. Trina went around the bookshelf that separated the study area from the rest of the room.
“Trina, what is your major?”
“I am a Poli Science major. What are you thinking about going into Leslie?”
“I am not sure at this point; do I have to know before I start?”
“No not really, not for the first two years at least, but it wouldn’t hurt to have an idea of what your goals are.” Trina said as she came around the bookshelf just wearing her bra and panties.
Bobby was uncomfortable but she kept her gaze up at Trina’s face. Trina was so pretty and she had some fabulous breasts, larger than Liz’s and the fake ones Bobby had.
Trina just looked at Bobby with a smile as she sat down to redo her makeup. “So how old are you girl?”
“I just turned nineteen a month ago.”
“Where do you live?”
Bobby just started going over her fake history with Trina. They chatted quite a while in a give and take fashion. They were both laughing and giggling at times and Bobby really got to like this girl, not like she liked Sandra of course, but as a friend.
“Tell me something, Leslie. Now don’t get mad or worried. I am not trying to scare you or hurt you; I look to you as a friend, but…”
Bobby did start to worry hearing her talk.
“I would like to know, are you Transgendered?”
Bobby knew that term. He had been in several chat rooms for Transgendered teens. Bobby’s lip started to quiver and all sorts of scenarios started going through her head. She started to get up and run away, but a gentle touch and a smiling face held her in place, but nothing could hold back her tears.
“How… How did… you know? Was it something I did?”
“No, don’t cry girl. Leslie it wasn’t anything you did dear, and I am not going to out you. You have been nothing but nice to me. I just happened to boot your browser up at the café and saw some of your bookmarks. I took a course in Human Sexuality last semester and we covered the transgendered there. I thought it was fascinating subject.” Trina said as she reached over and gave Bobby a big hug. “I just never thought I would meet one, especially one I would never in my life have guessed about. You are great girl. Here I am sitting half naked in front of you and you didn’t gawk or stare, you acted like any normal girl would have. You looked a little uncomfortable at first then you were ok with it.”
“You mean I don’t disgust you.”
“How could you disgust me, you are a life saver. Come on I want to see you in a dress and then we will head out for a good dinner,” Trina said as she took Bobby by the hand and led her to her closet.
She got Bobby undressed to her undies and helped her in a little black dress. It was a little loose except at the waist, Trina had to help tighten the cincher, but it hid what needed hiding and showed off what was Bobby’s best feature, her legs. It was short but Bobby looked oh so good in it. Trina dressed in a pretty white dress almost like Bobby’s. Trina then had Bobby redo her makeup while she worked on Bobby’s hair.
“Get all your things dear, I will give you a lift to your room after we eat.”
Bobby grabbed all her things and headed out. Trina led her to a ten year old Mercury Marquis. It was easy to tell it was old but it was very well taken care of.
“My grandmother gave me this car. It only has thirty thousand miles on it.” Trina said as Bobby looked it over.
“Wow! For such an old car it looks great.”
“You know the joke about the little old lady who only drove her car to church on Sunday. That is my Mam ma.” Trina giggled. “I think Mom is really glad she doesn’t have a car to drive anymore.”
They got in and Trina drove to a nice restaurant not too expensive but nice. They sat and ate and talked. Trina was very curious about what it was like for her to be transgendered and did she have plans for hormones and surgery. Bobby answered as best she could, she knew what she hoped would happen at least. Bobby had never felt so alive and it showed on her face. They made a pit stop in the ladies room before they left.
“Well Leslie, you handled that short skirt well, I just wanted to see if you could do it.”
“Thank you; it’s just me, my two sisters and mom at home. Being around all those girls made learning easy.”
It was very late before Trina drove Bobby to her motel.
“What’s with all the cops Leslie?”
“Oh they have some kind of witness protection thing going.”
Trina came up to Bobby’s room long enough for Bobby to give her back her dress and exchange hugs and kisses on the cheeks. Without thinking Bobby and Trina exchanged phone numbers, emails and such promising each other to keep in touch.
After she went to bed Bobby put her hand on the wall and tried to sense Sandra’s presence. She was glad she was ok and it excited her that she was so near, but she was very afraid about how she would react if she knew what Bobby looked like right now. Bobby did feel safer though knowing that she was surrounded by police. Bobby fell asleep much easier knowing they were there.
(to be continued)
Things begin to happen, with Tara getting into the action. Things also begin to happen around Bobby and she gets caught up into them. What happens and who does what?
Bobbi’s Run ch. 8
by
Paula Dillon
Bobby put her hand on the wall and tried to sense Sandra’s presence. She was glad she was ok and it excited her that she was so near, but she was very afraid about how she would react if she knew what Bobby looked like right now. Bobby did feel safer though knowing that they were surrounded by police and she fell asleep much easier knowing they were there.
Bobby woke up very rested. She felt better than she had felt since this whole thing had gone down. She took her time to look sharp, spending extra time on her hair, makeup and clothes. She dressed in one of her mother’s suits; Darla’s suit wouldn’t fit over her breasts. The suit was a charcoal gray pin striped double-breasted suit, under which she wore the frilliest blouse she had, suntan pantyhose and her Mom’s four inch black stiletto pumps. She wished she had a different purse but the one she had would suffice.
She then headed over to the diner. The officers were still outside the rooms and there was a patrol car there. At the diner there were two cops in uniform and one cop in plain clothes inside the diner. Caitlin smiled as Bobby came in and sat at the counter.
“Hi Caitlin,” Bobby said.
“Hi Leslie. What can I do for you today dear?” Caitlin said in reply.
“Let’s see, I will have coffee, milk, OJ, two scrambled, hash browns, and toast,” Bobby said.
Caitlin took off with Bobby’s order and brought her, her coffee and juice, before passing through the diner filling coffee cups.
As Bobby sat there, the families that were under protection were brought in for breakfast. Bobby wondered about why they were being exposed like that, rather than having their food brought to them. She tried to do her invisible routine not realizing how much harder it was as an attractive lady.
Sandra walked in with her Mom, the cops certainly were acting more relaxed but they still were being watched over. She looked at the girl at the counter being served by the waitress. Wow was she pretty she thought. Sandra stopped and looked at the girl, something was so familiar, but she was sure she didn’t know who she was. She had, had an itch about that girl she just couldn’t scratch. The girl looked very nice; she had dressed well and had done a good job on her makeup. Sandra felt a like kick and her mom. She was surprised to find a waitress standing there waiting to take her order.
Sandra was glad she wasn’t cooped up in that darn room. Why the city couldn’t get them a fine hotel she didn’t know. Their motel wasn’t really bad but it wasn’t the Ritz.
Bobby sat at the counter and ate her meal all the while eavesdropping on the other conversations that were going on all around her. The food was pretty good and she really felt like eating today.
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Tara called Sam Logan on the phone from where she was sitting on surveillance and they chatted. She had called to make sure that Sam was indeed home before hitting it with a raid. They talked about the current case. Tara made certain she didn’t contradict what she knew Sam already knew, but left out important details she didn’t want to give up. When she hung up she signaled the waiting swat team.
The State Police raided Sam Logan’s home. He was arrested along with two others present. One of them had been shot, it was a serious but not a grievous wound they had received. Also computer files had been confiscated that implicated several current police officers, who had yet to be identified. More warrants were obtained and arrests executed. The officers, the evidence indicated, had been involved in stealing drugs from dealers and selling it themselves to other dealers. It was estimated they had done twenty million dollars in deals in the last two years that the operation has been active.
The rip off that had led to the shootings had been a trap set by the dealers. It was the superior shooting skills of Detective Logan that had saved the lives of him and his accomplices.
In all, there were about a dozen arrests as a result of this operation led by Det. Collins. Tara had gotten very little sleep in the last two days. She and Bob wanted to go over as much of the confiscated information as possible and run down as many dirty cops as they could.
Tara called Brian and told him that the people they had in protection could be released after breakfast and that they could relax right now as it seemed they had the bad guys on the run.
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Brian entered the diner and got everybody’s attention and told them that after they ate they could go home. Everybody affected stood and applauded. Sandra jumped up and down like a cheerleader.
Bobby had just laid down a ten-dollar bill, when heard that she got so excited she jumped up and down herself shouting in her best Bobby the boy voice. That action attracted the attention of Sandra.
She looked at the girl and started making connections in her mind rapidly, “Bobby, is that you?!?” Sandra shouted. “Bobby McDonald!”
Bobby froze when she heard her real name. She had a deer caught in the headlights type look on her face as she turned to face Sandra. She froze for just a second and then turned to run out of the diner.
Brian heard that name and knew they were looking for a Bobby Ray McDonald, a boy who was known to Sandra and Becky. When that lady made her move to leave he blocked her exit at the door.
“Are you Bobby Ray McDonald?” Det. Brian Williams asked sneering at the thing before him.
Bobby had a horror filled look on her face. Not only had she been found, she had been found in girl mode and identified as a boy. She sunk to her knees crying.
Sandra ran to Bobby and hugged the kneeling girl fiercely. “Bobby it’s ok. Bobby, I still love you,” she said not knowing where those words had come from. She knew that Bobby was hurting and she wanted those hurts to go away.
Tracey stood dumbfounded watching her daughter. Becky let out a gasp of recognition to what was going on, but she couldn’t resolve the old Bobby with this Bobby.
Brian got on his cell phone and called Tara. “Hey girl, guess what?”
“What Brian?”
“We found Bobby McDonald, that boy is all duded out like a drag queen queer.”
“Do what?” Tara said sharply, not believing what she heard angered and surprised by Brian’s audacity.
“Bobby McDonald the boy we are looking for is as queer as a three dollar bill and we have him.”
“Brian! That is enough of that homosexual shit your spouting,” Tara said in an angry and agitated voice. “I don’t want to hear that from you again buster and I am filling a report on this Brian. Get him over to the station. I am at the State Police Barracks right now. I will be there in about fifteen minutes,” she said hanging up her phone.”
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If there was one thing Brian hated more than anything else, it was faeries and faggots. They didn’t deserve to live. Well Tara will lose some of her smugness today, that’s for sure he thought.
“Let’s go Bobby McDonald; I have to get you to the station. Det. Collins wants to interview you.”
Sandra and Bobby were clinging to each other. Sandra was trying to comfort Bobby who was crying his heart out.
Yeah go ahead and cry Bobby, you won’t be doing that much longer Brian thought. He was getting impatient and started trying to pry them apart so he could get out of there. He couldn’t make it too obvious there were other cops around here.
“Let go of him girl. Let go, you’ll get your friend back in a little while. Please let go!” Brian said. The last a little louder than he should have been. Some of his disdain for this pervert seeped through.
Sandra was shocked at the coarseness of the detective, let go and ran to her mother. Brian roughly grabbed the faggots arm and almost jerked him upright.
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Tara was flushed red. She had thought better of Det. Williams. He may not get fired for it but she definitely wouldn’t work with him again.
“Bob, I am going to the station Det. Williams just found our key witness Bobby McDonald. He shot the tape that got the ball rolling.”
Bob was still reading reports. “Hold up! Did you say Brian Williams has Bobby?”
“Yes I did, He is going to bring him to the station.”
“Stop that son of a bitch. I just found his name here.”
Tara blanched she speed dialed a Sgt. She hoped was still at the diner.
“Jim this is an emergency, are you still at the diner where we have the protection unit.”
“I am next door at the motel, we are packing up.”
“You have got to stop Det. Williams he’s dirty and he has our key witness”
Tara never heard a reply; all she heard was the sound of a phone hitting the floor. She ran out to her car not realizing that Bob Mason was hot on her heels. They were both in her car and headed towards the motel in fifteen seconds. Tara turned up the sound on her cars police radio. There was some frantic traffic that was associated with incident at the diner.
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Brian got Bobby headed to the door. He had just opened the door and stepped out when a half dozen officers with their weapons drawn came from around the front of the motel. Brian drew his weapon and put the barrel to the head of the faggot. The officers fanned out and pointed their weapons at Brian.
“Drop your gun Brian, you won’t get away from here,” said one of the cops. “We know you are dirty.”
“You drop your guns or this cocksucking faggot gets one in the head.”
“You know that isn’t going to happen Brian. You have been around enough to know what the score is.”
“Well then, this faggot is going to die.”
“You shoot and you’re dead in your tracks.”
“Then we will both die.”
Brian started squeezing the trigger. Before the action broke, Brian received a sharp pain in his foot as Bobby buried the heel of one of her stilettos into the arch of his foot. The gun barrel rose, Bobby went down and a hail of bullets hit Brian in the head. Brian collapsed on top of Bobby, the added weight forced her down and the shin of her left leg broke in three places.
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Tara wailed out loud when she heard a ‘shots fired’ call and a call for an ambulance over the radio. “Oh my God Brian’s Killed Bobby!”
“Take it easy Tara you don’t know that yet. Don’t get us killed by your driving.” Bob Mason shouted.
Tara knew better than to get on the radio while the other cops needed clear lines to communicate amongst themselves, but she almost held her breath waiting to hear from the officer in charge of the scene.
After what had seemed like hours her cell phone rang. Tara fumbled with the phone and Bob took it from her.
“ADA Bob Mason,” he shouted in the phone when he got it flipped open. “Ok Brian is dead is that right, what about Bobby? She is on her way to the hospital. Which one? Okay. Stay with her Jim or I will have your ass,” Bob said. “Tara, Bobby is being taken to Memorial Hospital.”
“What is his condition?”
“I don’t know.”
“Speed dial 12 that is Tim Watson. He is at the McDonald, I mean McCrea residence. He needs to get the kids Mom to the Hospital.”
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Tim Watson was tired, but everybody was on over time till what ever was happening got over or to a safe point. He had lost two officers in his protective detail without explanation. That was not good. There could only be one explanation for that and good cops hated that more than anything else.
As he pondered what was going on his cell phone rang. He chuckled as he heard the rendition of cop’s favorite song ‘Bad Boys’. Whatcha going to do, whatcha going to do, when they come for you, Bad Boys, Bad Boys.
Tim answered the phone casually at first, and then a serious look came over his face and he frantically wrote down some notes on his pad. He hung up and ran to the door, pushed it open and shouted, “Ms. McCrea, Ms. McCrea!!”
Liz cooking in the kitchen in her nightie ran out of the kitchen shouting, “What?”
“Get your clothes on. They found Bobby; he is on his way to the hospital.”
Liz nearly had a heart attack when she heard that and ran to her room throwing off her nightie and grabbing a blouse and pants. Her girls ran to her room as she dressed. “Darla you stay here with Amy, I am going to the hospital. Bobby is hurt,” and she was headed out the door. Liz had never gotten dressed so fast.
Tim shouted for Officer Melissa Sanders to stay with the kids as he and Liz jumped into his squad car. He flipped on his lights and siren and peeled out.
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Tara left two black marks as she brought her car to a stop at the Memorial Hospital. There was a cordon of officers around the ER entrance. She flashed her badge as she and Bob ran up. Inside Sgt. Jim Albright stood outside an ER trauma room.
“How is he Jim!?!” Tara shouted as she drew near.
“She is ok, she may have a broke leg, I think, but nothing else that I know of.”
“She? He? We are talking about Bobby right?”
“Yes Ma’am, although her ID, obviously fake, said; Leslie, Female, nineteen.”
“Well legally she is Bobby, male, fourteen.”
“Yep, that is her. She is one tough gutsy broad if you ask me,” he said as a compliment.
Jim started to explain what happened after Tara had called him. He had run outside of the motel office where there were six officers there. When he drew his weapon running, they followed drawing weapons. Det. Brian Williams was exiting the diner when Jim and the other officers came around. He pointed his weapon at Brian and Brian pointed his at Bobby’s head. They had a standoff for several minutes. When it appeared that Brian was going to shoot Bobby, Bobby stomped on Brian’s foot with a stiletto heel. That heel broke off her shoe and is still embedded in his foot. Bobby fell; four shots were fired by us. Cops tend to shoot cops in the head where they have to, no body armor. Brian’s head had literally exploded from the impact of the rounds. He fell on top of Bobby whose shin met with the steps to the diner, where we think she sustained her injury.
Tim and Liz appeared while Jim was giving his description of the incident. Jim assured the Mom that it shouldn’t be serious.
A Doctor came out of the trauma room ahead of Bobby being wheeled out on a gurney. Tara stopped him and inquired about her injuries. The Doctor confirmed that she had a multiple fracture of the Left Fibula, and that she was on her way to surgery to have her leg set and a long metal rod inserted.
Liz signed a surgical consent form and Bobby was on her way.
The group followed Bobby as far as they could.
Liz, Tara, Bob and Jim went to the surgical waiting room. As they sat they rehashed what had happened. Bob took copious notes and looked forward to prosecuting this case. Liz listened to what happened outside the diner.
Tara reported the things that Brian had said to her over the phone. She was ashamed of herself for telling Brian to bring Bobby in. She should have requested that one of the other officers bring her in.
Bob told her that there was no way for her to know what Brian would do.
Liz sat and listened confused by the gender switching of pronouns from all present, they knew who Bobby was, but they all seemed more comfortable refer to Bobby as a HER. Liz knew she was having the same issue. With what she has learned so far, will she still have a son after today?
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Liz looked at her watch it had been a little over an hour since Bobby had gone into surgery. She was fidgeting in her chair when she heard.
“Momma!”
Liz looked up and saw Amy and Darla running towards her with Sandra and Tracey on their heels.
“Kids, I am so sorry, I got so wrapped up in things I forgot all about you two.” Liz said hugging her kids.
“How is Bobby, Mom?” Darla asked.
“She is hurt; she has a broken leg but doing well other than that.”
“Sandra was so distraught when Bobby was taken away in the ambulance. She wanted to come right here when we were released from Protection. I didn’t know if you knew what had happened so I drove over to your place to tell you. Sandra fell in thick with your girls and they all convinced me and the lady cop that was with them to come here.”
“I am so glad that you did. I had forgotten that they didn’t know how Bobby was.”
“Sandra convinced them she wasn’t to bad off, but they still wanted to come here.”
“Where is she?” Tracey asked.
“She is in surgery right now. She had a multiple fracture of the fibula I think they said. She is in surgery to set it and to get a rod of some sort to support it.”
The girls and their Moms’ sat as a group talking excitedly together. Sandra tried to tell them how gorgeous Bobby had been. Liz said she and the girls had never seen Bobby in person as a girl.
Tracey began to explain to the group, what had gone on in the diner before the shooting there. Sandra added what she knew. Bob and Tara took notes as the girls told of their experience. You could hear their disgust as they talked about Det. Williams. Their conversation answered the same questions they would have asked in an interrogation.
As the girls finished up their story, a lady in surgical scrubs came out and asked, “Is there an Elisabeth McCrea here?”
“Yes I am her.”
“Well Bobby is in Recovery right now, the surgery went well, we were able to pin the Fibula back together and attach a rod for support. He will have a walking cast on, not much of one just something to protect his leg really.”
“That’s great, when can we see her?” Liz inquired.
“Well he will be out of recovery in about an hour, and into his room in about two hours. He will be a little groggy but you can see him then. We would like to keep him here for a couple of days.”
“Fine doctor, I just want my Baby back.”
With that pronouncement Tara and Bob made their goodbyes and left along with Sgt. Albright. Officer Melissa Sanders stayed with them. Liz and company were escorted out by one of the nurses. Liz had some more paperwork to fill out for the Hospital. By the time she had finished Bobby was being wheeled into a room. Only Liz was allowed in at this time and only for a few minutes. Liz also received Bobby’s things except for her clothes which had been cut and placed in BIO-HAZARD bags. Bobby had been totally covered with Brian’s blood, bone fragments and grey matter from his head wound.
Liz entered quietly and looked at her son. He had an IV in one arm that was restrained and was wearing a bland hospital gown. Liz could see that under the covers one leg was larger than the other. All traces of femininity that had earlier adorned him had been erased, except for his arched eyebrows and his long painted fingernails, several of them had been cracked. His eyes were open but appeared to see nothing.
“Hi Bobby,” Liz said.
Bobby turned his head toward the sound. “Mom,” he croaked.
Liz walked over to his bed and took his free hand and admired his manicure. “Don’t try to talk too much. They told me you had a tube down your throat. Are you feeling ok?”
“Groggy,” he mouthed, “Don’t really feel anything.”
She stroked his brow tenderly looking at the arch of his brows, “I know dear. Well you had quite an adventure there didn’t you? I am of the feeling that your hiding actually made you safer, considering who you were hiding from.”
Bobby had a confused look on his face and mouthed, “Who?”
“The guy that did the killing was a cop, along with the person that tried to kill you.”
Bobby’s face was filled with worry and fear.
“Don’t worry Bobby, you are safe now. I am told that you made a very pretty girl there. Did you like playing a girl?”
A tear formed in the corner of Bobby’s eye and she nodded her head. “Is not play.”
“My daughters tell me that they knew that you liked looking like a girl.”
Bobby’s eyebrows creased and tears started flowing.
“You can’t go back to pretending to be my son, can you?”
“I can if you want me to.”
“But that wouldn’t make you happy, would it? You would rather be my little girl, isn’t that right?”
Bobby croaked, “Yes, I liked being a girl.” His eyes looked very heavy and he yawned a couple of times.
“Well don’t worry about it now Bobby. You need to get your rest.”
Bobby’s eyes shut and her grip on her mother’s hand loosened. Liz watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest and gave her a gentle kiss on her cheek. Liz’s eyes were misted up with tears, but her heart felt freer than it had been in days. She got up and let her sleeping son rest.
Liz walked over to the nurses’ station and asked. “Hello, I was just wondering if you have a staff psychologist or psychiatrist on duty?”
The nurse knowing a little of the ordeal the family had gone through answered, “Yes ma’am we do.”
“If they are not too busy could you find out if I can see them?”
“Sure let me check?”
Liz went over to where her kids were with Sandra and Tracey.
“Tracey, I hate asking but can my daughters stay with you till tomorrow?”
“I would love to have them; they are welcome in my home.”
“Well, Bobby is ok but she is going to be resting most of the day. They have her on a lot of drugs so there is no reason for the girls to be sitting around here worrying all day. Girls, you can see her tomorrow. I am sure she will be more lucid then.”
The girls complained but they understood. They each gave Liz a big hug and a kiss, even Sandra and Tracey.
Liz went back to Bobby’s room and just stood inside watching, like any other mother with a hurt child. About an hour later a lady wearing a white smocked coat entered the room.
“Hi I’m Dr. Nancy Sullivan, but just call me Nancy. I am told you wanted to talk to me.”
“Yes, I would like to talk to you about my Bobby.”
“Well, I wasn’t going to talk to him till tomorrow, according to his chart he should be pretty out of it.”
“Yes I know but, I just feel I need to tell you a few things first, can we go some where and talk?”
“Sure, let’s go get a cup of coffee in the cafeteria. I won’t guarantee it’s not lethal but it’s hot and it’s strong.”
As they walked Liz poured out her heart for her child and described what she had learned about her. Nancy listened with interest, it had been noted how Bobby had been dressed when he was brought in, in the medical records and things just sort of fitted with what Liz said. Liz described how her daughters found videos of Bobby. She looked so happy when she was dressed as a girl and how she had so much fun when she was having, dancing as a girl. She described her going into hiding as a girl and that according to people who had seen her, said, she looked quite nice. The kicker was that for the most part she had done it all herself. Then Liz described the last conversation she had with Bobby before he went to sleep just now.
“It sounds as if you have a very special child Liz. I will take all this in advisement and will look forward to hearing it from Bobby. She has got to want it Liz, but from what you are saying you may have a new daughter.”
“If Bobby wants to be a girl, I will do anything I can to make her happy, and I am certain her sisters will too.”
“People who face this type of dilemma do better if they have a lot of family support. It won’t be a bed of roses for Bobby by any means if she wants to become a girl, but it can be well worth the effort. From what you have said Bobby seems to have a good survival instinct, many people in similar situations become self destructive, trying to reach their goal.”
“I have heard that Nancy, I don’t want Bobby to despair about this problem. I would rather have another daughter, even with lots of problems, than a dead son.”
“We shall see Liz; I don’t think you have that serious a problem right now. It is good that the Cat is out of the bag so to speak.”
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Trina went to her speech class. She was scheduled to be the fifth giving her presentation that day. She sat and listened to the speakers and watched the slide show they presented. They were very good, the speakers were good on their oral presentation and their slide shows were a little on the plain side but effective.
When it came to her turn she loaded her program and faced the class. Although she had some butterflies in her stomach, she really enjoyed talking and was good at it. She began her presentation and flipped through her slides as she talked. Everything flowed well, she couldn’t really see the class’s reaction to her show in the semi-darkened room, but she felt good about it. She spoke a little longer and had more slides than some of the others, but her presentation was well received. She even received some applause when she finished.
Her Teacher then gave all the speakers their grades all A’s and one B for the group. The teacher though made special comments about Trina’s presentation. Her teacher especially liked her slide show.
Trina got hugs and congratulations from many of the students in her class. Inside she was so excited. It was hard for her to keep her feet on the ground. She didn’t have a class for two more hours so she decided to see if Bobby was at her motel room.
Trina pulled into the Motel and saw a bigger police presence than the day before. In fact with the crime scene tape up she became very scared. She asked one person standing nearby what happened.
“Oh the police had a hostage situation at the diner. One bad guy was killed and a lady was injured.”
Trina nearly came unglued, “Who was injured?” she nearly shouted.
“Some girl, who was staying at the motel.”
“What did she look like?”
“She was just over Five foot and had long red hair, I am told.”
Trina ran to Bobby’s room, the door was open and there were police there going through her things.
“Where is the girl who was in this room?” Trina demanded of the police there.
One officer came over and asked, “Who are you and why do you want to know?”
“I am Trina Scott and Leslie was a friend of mine!”
“Leslie, yes that was the name she went by. I am still afraid I can’t say anymore.”
Trina was furious and left. She knew there were two hospitals in the neighborhood so she hit the nearest first. Judging from the police activity there she figured she had the right one. She entered the place like she owned it and kept her ears open. There was a lot of talk about a crossdresser there. The talk made Trina want to scratch some people’s eyes out, but as she listened she picked up a name. Bobby McDonald.
Trina made her way to the information desk and asked the candy stripper there what room was Bobby McDonald in. The girl asked if she were family.
“Yes he is my brother. Mom called me and I had a long way to drive to get here.”
The candy striper checked her monitor and gave her keyboard a few clicks. “He is in room 314.”
Trina found the guest elevator and went up to the third floor. She followed the signs that led her to the right area and found her room. She opened the door and peeked in and saw the person she knew as Leslie. She walked over to Leslie and called out her name softly.
“Hey Leslie, are you awake.”
Bobby cracked her eyes a smidgen and smiled a little seeing Trina. “Hey Trina,” she croaked.
“Don’t talk dear. Your throat sounds rough. I just went by your room and saw the police there and nearly freaked out, girl don’t scare me like that.”
“You were scared,” Bobby mouthed slowly, “I was petrified.” Bobby said with a small smile on her face.
“Are you hurt Leslie?” Trina realized it was a dumb question even as the words spilled out of her mouth.
“A little; broke leg.”
“Hey girl, just wanted to tell you I got a great big A on our work. My presentation was the best of the day.”
Bobby gave her the biggest smile she could. “Great, I loved working with you.”
Trina reached over and gave Bobby a hug. Bobby drew her into the hug with her unrestrained arm and cried softly on Trina’s shoulder. A short while later she began to softly snore.
Trina managed to get loose without waking her friend.
Liz had entered her son’s room and had seen the strange girl hugging her son and saw her son holding her tight and crying on her shoulder. She kept quiet till the girl stood smiling. She didn’t notice Liz till she turned away from Bobby. Liz held her finger to her lips for Trina to be quiet and waved her over.
Trina smiled and went over to the lady who she figured was Bobby’s Mom and followed her outside.
“Hi I am Liz McCrea, I am Bobby’s Mom.”
“I am Trina Scott; I am a friend of hers.”
“Where from?” Liz asked. The girl looked way too old to go to Bobby’s school, and too young to be a teacher.
“I met her at college she came to visit. Leslie said she was thinking about starting there next term.”
“Leslie, Leslie Edmunds?” Liz asked. “Not very likely she is only fourteen, and her name is Bobby McDonald, Bobby Ray McDonald, at least for right now.”
Trina’s eyebrows arched sharply when she heard that. “Fourteen my God I knew she was younger than what she told me. I would never have taken her for fourteen. I met her at the library and she used my internet connection to read and send emails.”
“You do know she isn’t a girl, right?”
“She is too a girl Liz, she just isn’t in the right body.”
“You mean you know about her.”
“Of course I do. You should have seen her yesterday. I was busy working on a class project, a power point slide show for my speech class. I would have been able to do it without her help but not as well as she did. She just sat down and started working on it. Her fingers were flying over the keys. I turned did the presentation in today and got an A, my professor was just crazy about it.”
Liz would have believed that Bobby could fly after all she had learned over the last few days.
“So you two were together yesterday.”
“Yes we were. I really like her Liz. What was all of this about how did she get hurt.”
“Well did you hear about that quad murder over by the Mall?” Liz began. She then filled Trina in about all that had happened.
“Oh really, wow that is just almost too much to take in.”
“Tell me about it, the last time I saw Bobby before today, I had a son. Now it looks like I may have another daughter.”
“I don’t think you ever had a son Liz. We talked at diner last night. She told me, that she knew that she should have been a girl at a very young age.”
“Well how did you find out she wasn’t a girl? I was told she was very good at pulling it off.”
“She was very good at it Liz. I found out while we were working on her laptop. I don’t have a computer of my own. We got hungry, and went to the Student Union café and worked on my project there while we ate. When she got up to use the restroom I stayed with her stuff and opened her browser. Leslie had bookmarks to some transgendered sites. After we finished the presentation she came to my room at the dorm and I asked her about it. You see I had taken a course in human sexuality last semester and one section was on the transgendered. You really ought to read our text we used in that course Liz. Anyway at diner we had quite a conversation about it and then I took her back to her motel room.”
“Wait, so you know where she was staying Trina, I need to get her things.”
“Yes I just came from her room; the police were there at the time.” Trina said as she told Liz which motel Bobby had been staying at and her room number.
“Well it has been nice meeting you Trina but I want to get back to Bobby’s side. I hope to see you again soon.”
“Oh you will see me again Liz, I can’t just let my best girl friend just hang. I like her too much.”
The two hugged and Liz went to sit by her baby’s side. Bobby softly snored as her chest rose and fell. What were they to do, she thought.
(to be continued)
Bobby is in the hospital now and is recovering. Her friends and family pull together around her.
Bobbi’s Run ch. 9
by
Paula Dillon
Bobby woke late the next morning. Her head was much clearer but still a little addled by the drugs. She had to think for several seconds before she realized where she was. Her left arm and her legs were restrained and her left leg was throbbing. Then the whole incident at the diner had come to her. The guy who was suppose to be bringing her in, the cops surrounding the diner, the arm going around her throat, the gun pointed at her head, her stomping her heel on his foot, the shots being fired, her going down with his weight added to hers and the pain. She cried again as she thought about the pain.
Bobby gingerly raised her head and looked around. She saw her mother’s purse on the night stand, beside her bed. But where was her Mom? She heard sounds from the bathroom and then she knew. Seconds later the door to the bathroom opened and out came her mom.
“Hi Mom, morning,” Bobby said weakly.
“Well good morning Baby, I thought you were going to sleep all day.”
“Yeah I guess I needed it.”
“Yes you did. How are you feeling today?”
“Like, did anybody get the number of the truck that hit me?” Bobby said, with a sad attempt to giggle.
“Well you are going to be ok now. Your doctors should be in shortly to talk to you and to check you out.”
“How long will I have to stay in here?”
“They were talking about two more days before they release you dear, said that they should be able to tell us more later today.”
“Ok, how is everybody Mom?”
“Let’s see, your sisters nearly pulled their hair out, I got about two thousand more gray hairs on my head, over the last three days, Sandra and her Mom have called twice, your girlfriend Trina came by yesterday, I have had more dealings with the Police than I’ve ever had in my life, but other than that, everything is normal.”
“Where are Darla and Amy?”
“They spent the night at Sandra’s and her Mom will be bringing them here shortly, although I think Tracey made Sandra go to school today.”
“I am really sorry Mom, about all the problems I made for you.”
“You really did stir the kettle didn’t you Bobby. I am not really mad at you, except for your not trusting me enough to tell me about the tape and of course for running away like that. But given who the killer was, hiding might have been the safest thing for you.”
Bobby’s brow arched with concern and she asked, “Who was the killer, Mom?”
“Oh he was nobody special, except maybe that he was a cop, and that the tape you made brought down a whole slew of bad cops. It’s been all over the news Bobby. Where have you been? Oh that’s right, you’ve been sleeping it off.” Liz said with a big smile on her face and giggling. “But seriously, things could really have been bad for you.”
As Liz finished talking, a lady in a white lab coat and a nurse entered the room.
“Well good morning Bobby, how are we today?”
“I don’t know about your day, but I think my day really sucks.” Bobby said.
Liz lightly slapped Bobby’s arm and looked sternly at her, “Language Bobby, the doctor was just being polite. No need biting her head off.”
“Sorry Ma’am, I could be doing better though.”
“Well I can really understand that. I’m Dr. Marla Brosnan and I am your orthopedic surgeon. I put that puzzle you gave me, back together again. You had a pretty nasty break of your fibula; do you know what that is?”
“That is the shin bone isn’t it?”
“Yes it is Bobby. You broke it in three places and you had a few bone splinters around too. I put screws in to hold the three major pieces together, I removed the bone splinters and used a calcium based glue to fill in the gaps, it really is marvelous stuff, and lastly, I put in a rod beside the fibula to take some of the load off that bone, till it can heal. Do you understand what I did?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Unfortunately, I had to make an incision down the front of your leg to gain access to all the pieces. The good news is though, I made a very neat cut and I am very good at sewing and made tiny neat stitches, that will fade with time. So there shouldn’t be too much scarring. That is if you will take good care of your leg and not pull out my neat stitches. I believe by the start of school this fall, you should be back to normal.”
“Will I have to wear a cast long?”
“Not really a cast, we can’t cover your stitches. You won’t really need one, but you will have to wear a brace for a couple of weeks, till your bones mend together, just to keep your foot from moving. After a few months, I will go in and remove the rod and you will almost be good as new. Ok?”
“Ok you’re the Doc.”
“At least that’s what my nurse tells me. Now we need to take a look at my work. Becky is my nurse and she will help me take off the dressing, if that’s alright with you?”
“Ok.”
Becky uncovered Bobby’s leg carefully removed the dressings from her leg. Bobby grimaced as she saw all the bruising and such. Her leg was larger than normal and looked very ugly.
Becky saw Bobby grimace and make a face when she saw her leg, “It isn’t really as bad as it looks Bobby, Marla does very good work, believe me. It would have looked a lot worse if the bone had protruded out of your skin,” Becky said. “You were quite lucky.”
Marla and Becky inspected their work, even though it was black and blue and looked a little angry; it appeared to be doing well to them.
“Well Bobby it looks pretty good. We are going to keep you here till Sunday, probably and I will want to see you in my office next Friday,” Marla said, as Becky went about cleaning the area and redressing it. “I don’t want you out of bed until I see you on Saturday though. How is the pain right now?”
“It hurts some, right now, but I can live with it.”
“Well you don’t have to live with it. The nurses haven’t given you, your pain meds yet and by looking at your charts I see you will be due one shortly. We will be looking to reduce them beginning tomorrow, but that isn’t a reason for you to suffer. If it hurts, tell a nurse and I will leave instructions with them. I don’t want you to hurt and possibly do something bad to the work I’ve done. You’ll also be on antibiotics for the next ten days. OK?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Good! See you tomorrow dear.”
With their work completed the two ladies left, to be replaced by another lady in a white lab coat.
“Hello Bobby, I am Dr. Nancy Sullivan, but please call me Nancy.”
“Hello Nancy and we are doing well,” Bobby said trying to steal some of her thunder.
“Well that is good, dear. I am a psychiatrist; do you know what I do?”
“Yes Ma’am, you’re a nut… I mean head doctor.”
“I have been called a nut Doctor before and I don’t mind. I work with people who need some help with their emotions and feelings, especially, like your case after a trauma. If your mother doesn’t mind, I would like to sit down with you and have a long chat, just the two of us.”
“I don’t mind at all Nancy,” Liz said and then she bent down and gave Bobby a kiss on his head. “I am going to get a bite to eat and I’ll be back later Bobby.” Liz then got her purse and headed out.
A nurse came in and quickly gave Bobby a pain shot and then left.
Nancy pulled up a chair next to Bobby and sat down. She then asked Bobby to start at the beginning and talk about the last week. Bobby began at the mall, but didn’t tell her why she was at the mall. She told her everything she could remember at the bus stop and the shooting. She told her about helping get the girls she was with home, the way her strength left, when they finally got to Sandra’s home and so on. Bobby even told her about the kisses the girls gave her.
Nancy didn’t do much talking; she just did a lot of listening and asked a few questions. Bobby then continued on about the rest of the weekend. She talked about going to church on Sunday, meeting Sandra at the cafeteria and then going back at home. She spoke about editing the tape she made.
“What were you taping, Bobby?”
“Girls at the mall.”
“Why?”
Bobby was stuck on answering her. She was silent for several seconds and then decided the truth would be the best thing at this point.
“Well it’s like this, Doc,” and Bobby explained a little about the tapes he made. He tried to get on with his story, about seeing the shooting, but Nancy steered the talk back to the other tapes for several minutes. She finally let him continue on to seeing the shooting that he had recorded. He then told her of his decision to go into hiding. That brought on several more questions about her decision process, about her going into hiding. Nancy really latched onto that point and she kept asking about how she felt about this or that. Bobby had to go into depth on that point, to satisfy her.
After Bobby explained herself to death on that point, Nancy let her continue to her plans for going into hiding. This drew other questions and so they went back and forth to the day she went into hiding.
“Bobby why did you go into hiding, dressed as a girl?”
“I figured that it would make me harder to find, till I felt my family was safe again.”
“Couldn’t you have hidden as well, dressed as a boy?”
“No… Yes… I don’t… I just don’t know, Ma’am.”
“How did it feel, dressing as a girl?”
“I don’t know. Good I guess. Scary too, but good.”
Nancy sat there for several seconds looking at Bobby, who waited pensively for the next question, but Nancy let her off the hook and asked her to continue her story. Bobby continued on with her preparations that day, her using syrup of Ipecac to get sick, dressing a little like a boy and a little like a girl. She then told about her taxi ride and how she bought an Amtrak ticket and then changing her appearance to totally feminine to go to the motel.
Nancy watched Bobby carefully. She saw a change in his/her demeanor, as they talked. Bobby seemed to brighten when she talked about being a girl, her voice even seemed to sound more like a girls. All this was fascinating, she really wanted Bobby to continue, but Bobby was such an avid story teller and she used nearly two hours, to get to this point. Bobby was quite descriptive, taking a lot of care in describing her appearance. Her vocabulary was very girlish and fit in with girls her age. Nancy really needed to see other patients.
“Well Bobby, I have enjoyed our talk so far, but I have other duties. I will be back tomorrow, about this same time and we can continue then. Ok?”
“Sure.”
Nancy thought as she left, that she wasn’t ready to bet the farm yet, but in her heart she believed that Liz might be right about Bobby. Boy was Bobby’s file growing. She would have a ton of notes to transcribe today.
Liz had waited outside the door. Dr. Sullivan had left a do not disturb note on the door, while they were talking. She had taken an hour and a half to eat and call her girls. They had put off coming till they heard back from Liz. She still had to wait for a little over a half an hour, before Nancy left.
Nancy talked with Liz for a few minutes.
“Liz, I really loved talking with Bobby, you have such a wonderful child.”
“Yes Bobby is such a dear child.”
“I think that Bobby is doing very well, through all this. Considering what he/she has been through, we do need to be careful though, about talking about what happened that last day, we didn’t get that far in our talk, it could be an issue for Bobby. It can be so traumatic for the victims.”
“I can’t begin to understand what it is like.”
“Well Bobby seems to be holding up well, but it is still early. I have got to run Liz, but we will talk tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Nancy.”
Nancy left Liz and headed to her next patient. Liz entered Bobby’s room to find her watching TV.
“Well how are you doing, Bobby?”
“Ok, Mom. Just had a good talk with Nancy. I really like her.”
“That’s good dear. I am going to get you some clothes hun, so you can get out of those hospital things. Also I got your things that were brought in with you to the hospital and that the police brought from your room. Do you want me to setup your laptop?”
Bobby brightened when Liz mentioned the laptop. “Yes Mom, that would be great,” Bobby giggled. “Oh and hand me the white purse, Mom.”
Liz handed Bobby the purse. The hospital had cleaned the gore off it, but it looked horrible and was really ready to be discarded. At least it wasn’t one of her expensive purses.
“It doesn’t look to good Bobby; we will have to throw it away.”
“Sorry Mom, I tried to be careful with it, guess I screwed it up,” Bobby said going through the purse. He got out a key and handed it Liz. “I have the other suitcase with some of my clothes and my original tape in a locker, at the Am-Trak station, Mom,”
“Ok I will go pick it up, when Tracey and the girls get here. She will stay with you while I clean up and get some rest dear. We haven’t talked much about it, but what kind of clothes do you want to wear here and to go home in?”
“I guess my boy clothes Mom. I just need to get these nails off.”
Liz was a little disappointed, then looked at Bobby’s nails. “What kind of nails did you get?”
“The girl called them silk wraps.”
“Oh dear. Those are going to be hard to get off for a while Bobby, they are made for long term wear. They will have to grow out, I’m afraid you’ll be stuck with them for a little while yet, maybe a month or two and with your eyebrows plucked that thin, it will be a while before you could appear masculine.”
“But Mom, how will I be able to go home and school like this.”
“Well school is out for you for the next three weeks, at least. They want your leg to heal more before you get out on it and they also want you to go to physical therapy. There is only six weeks of school left. I’ll talk to your teachers about you completing your term at home.”
“It might be easier then, if I dressed as a girl for a while longer.”
“You might be right Bobby. I would also like to see what you look like as a girl, everybody but your family has seen you en-femme. I think we deserve to see what you look like.”
Bobby blushed deeply; Liz had to giggle to herself.
“Ok.”
“I will get you some clothes then, you know your measurements?”
Bobby gave her Mom her measurements and sizes.
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Tracey showed up after school let out, with Darla, Amy and Sandra. The girls had been instructed not to harass Bobby about what had happened yet, which was ok with them, since Sandra knew pretty much all that happened anyway. The girls flocked to Bobby’s side and smothered her in hugs and kisses. They were a little disappointed to see Bobby as himself, but didn’t let their disappointment show.
They began talking to Bobby as girls would talk to each other at a breakneck speed of ninety miles per hour. The two adults were amazed that anybody could understand them and wondered how Bobby could follow the girls, but she was smiling and joining in with them.
“Well Tracey, looks like they are getting along great. How were my girls, last night?”
“They were Ok, Sandra was upset I made her go to school today. I kept your girls home, in case you wanted them there.”
“That is ok Tracey, they haven’t had a chance to see Bobby yet, but tomorrow is Friday and I want them back in school. I don’t think Bobby will make it back to school this semester though. Look at them they are getting on like four girls.”
“Yes I noticed that. So what is up with that?”
“Bobby wants to be a girl I think Tracey; I feel I have lost a son and gained a new daughter. How do you feel about that?”
“I don’t know Liz, to be honest; I have never been put in this situation before. I am grateful to Bobby for what he did and Sandra seems to love him either way. Yesterday when that awful detective caught Bobby, you should have seen it Liz, Bobby looked so forlorn when he was identified. Sandra ran over to him and caught him up in a hug shouting she still loved him. That took everybody there by surprise Liz, even Sandra, I think. I would hate to think about what might have happened without Bobby being there, when the shooting went down. I know some bullets flew in their direction. But I don’t know what to think about him becoming a girl? How do you feel Liz?”
“I love my kids Tracey. All of them. I would never have thought that Bobby would want to be a girl, although he was never a macho male type. I have asked myself, where did I go wrong, could I have done better, but did I go wrong. Bobby is a good kid, respectful, intelligent and courteous; he just wants to be a girl.”
“I like Bobby, I don’t understand it, but I guess as long as the kids are good to each other, I am not going to rock the boat on it. Is he going to continue being a girl, Liz?”
“At this point, I think so. Bobby is working with a psychiatrist right now and may continue to do so for a while. If Bobby wants to continue, I am not going to stop her Tracey. I just wanted to know if it will be a problem with you.”
“I don’t know Liz; I guess I am ok with it, at least for right now. I won’t mistreat Bobby, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
“That is all I could hope for Tracey. Can you stay with Bobby for a while and let me go home. I will try to be back by nine. I need to clean up and get some things for me and Bobby. They are keeping her here till Sunday.”
“Why don’t you keep the kids tonight Liz and get some rest. I will stay here tonight with Bobby.”
“That would be asking too much Tracey.”
“I won’t hear of that Liz, you look wasted dear, go get some rest.”
“Ok, if it won’t put you out too much?”
“I will take care of Bobby as if he was my own child, and I will call you if there is any problem,” Tracey said, hugging her new friend.
They let the kids talk for a little while longer, before Liz herded them to her car.
“Kids we are going to do some shopping for Bobby tonight. I want you three to pick out some things Bobby can wear at the hospital and lounge in, dressed as a girl, nothing overly feminine but comfortable. Bobby is going to be stuck at home for a while. Remember she won’t be wearing pants for a little while because of her leg. I will have final approval before we buy anything,”
That had all the girls chittering about what they would choose. Liz knew of some things she was going to get Bobby. They drove to a nearby mall and hit the stores.
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Tracey sat down beside Bobby, “Well how are you doing?”
“Better than I was, but they aren’t letting me get out of the bed. I hate using bed pans.”
Tracey giggled and said, “I know what you mean. I had surgery once and was stuck in bed for four days.”
“That had to be awful.”
“It was, but I really felt better afterwards. You know, you really made a very pretty girl Bobby.”
“Thank you,” Bobby said a little warily.
“If it isn’t too personal, can you tell me why you chose to look that way?”
Bobby was clearly embarrassed but knew that cat was already out of the bag. “Well it’s kinda hard to explain, I wanted to hide, this whole thing had me scared. I wish Sandra and Becky would never had been around there for the shooting. I knew the bad guys would be looking for a boy, if they were looking for anyone. But to tell the truth Tracey and God I hope you don’t hate me for this… but I’ve always felt like I should’ve been a girl.”
“I’m glad you were there for them Bobby, and I don’t hate you. How could I, seeing how you took care of my daughter. But what do you mean, you always felt like you should have been a girl?”
“I have always been jealous of girls. I like doing the things they do, I like wearing the clothes they wear. It feels more normal to me and I am happier when I am acting as a girl. It is scary Tracey, I don’t know why I am this way, I just am.”
“Do you like girls or boys, Bobby?”
“Yes I like boys and girls, but to me it has never been about sex. At least it wasn’t before now. When Becky and Sandra kissed me, those were my first kisses, other than family. I am so confused right now about that, I can’t think clearly.”
“What do you think of my daughter, Bobby?”
“I like Sandra more than anybody, other than my family. I feel so comfortable around her.”
“She seems to like you too. So how is that going to work out between you two?”
“I don’t know, I really like her, but I don’t want to hurt her. Should I stop seeing her?”
“I don’t think that is an option, Bobby. That would be traumatic for her. I guess I am going to have to accept you and ask you not to hurt her.”
“I won’t try to hurt her, but I can’t make promises, when I don’t know what the future will hold for me. I will do my best to be a friend for her Ma’am, I will promise you that.”
“Then that will have to do, Bobby just be the best friend you can be,” Tracey said, as she leaned over and hugged Bobby.
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Tara and Bob were knee deep in the investigation. They had arrested as many of the bad cops as they could identify. Bob was in the process of going before the grand jury and securing indictments against them. Sam had sung like a canary, to avoid being tried for capital murder. There didn’t seem to be any reason for the families of the kids to be afraid. At least that was good news, finding fourteen bad cops and twenty three other people, wasn’t good.
“You know if it wasn’t for Bobby we wouldn’t have what we have. We are on the trail of confiscating between thirty and forty million dollars of drug money. I think we should put that kid up for a finder’s fee for alerting us. That would be seven percent of all funds recovered,” Bob said.
“I agree. I can’t believe all the people we have brought in. It makes me sick to think my partner was involved in all this, and Brian nearly killing Bobby, I would have died if that had happened Bob.”
“You have to stop blaming yourself Tara, you had no idea Brian was that bad. You did good girl, I can see you as Chief of Detectives in a few years Tara. I am going to start the paperwork on that finder’s fee.”
“I’m going to interview Bobby tomorrow, we won’t need her to testify because of the plea, but I want to get her statement for the record.”
“Ok, but keep the bit about the finders fee a secret for now. It has to be approved first, and we have to secure the money before we tell them.”
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Shopping was something else. Liz couldn’t believe how much energy the kids had. Darla was happy to get her makeup, she lost, replaced and the kids were so excited shopping for Bobby. They had picked out some nice things. Liz bought panties, bras and some legitimate breast forms for Bobby, close to Darla’s size. She was afraid that they might look a tad bigger when Bobby got them on. The girls had picked out some gowns and a gender neutral robe that were nice; Liz was surprised they didn’t go overboard on Bobby.
At home the girls sent Liz to her room and they headed to the kitchen to fix dinner. A nice hot bath would feel wonderful to Liz. She started her bath and then called her managing partner at her firm. She informed him what had happened and that Bobby was in the hospital, but that she would be able to resume the case on Monday. This pleased him. Her case was a very important case to their firm and the client wanted her on it, specifically. Everybody at the firm were happy to hear of her child’s safety and gave her their prayers for his recovery.
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Tracey and Bobby were getting along great. Talking about whatever and watching TV together. Tracey could see why her daughter liked Bobby, just from hearing her talk about things.
The nurses for the most part had no problems with Bobby. Even those who were a little gruff were quite professional. One nurse caught Bobby’s attention.
“I can tell you don’t like me, why?”
“Do you have a complaint about how I am doing my Job?”
“No, not at all, but I can still tell you don’t like me. Have I offended you at all?”
“You haven’t done anything to offend me.”
“Ok, then why do you look like I have?”
“I have a lot of patients, I give them good care. I don’t have to like my patients. I give the same quality of care for people I like and for people I don’t really like,” she said as she took care of Bobby’s dressings.
“Agreed, but why do you not like me?”
“You are just another patient.”
“Well I think you are a good nurse, and I am a good person too.”
The nurse stopped what she was doing for a second and looked bobby in the eye before finishing her work. “Thank you.”
When the nurse left Tracey asked Bobby, “What was that all about?”
“Oh I read some where that enemies were easy to come by, friends have to be won. I knew she didn’t really care for me, but she did a good job. I just wanted to know why she didn’t like me. I imagine it is all over the hospital of how I was dressed when I was brought in and who I really am. I just want them to see that I am a nice person too.”
“Yes, you are Bobby.”
They chatted on and off for an hour or so, while watching TV. It was about seven when a visitor came in to see Bobby.
“Hey Bobby whatcha up too?”
Bobby Brightened as she saw Trina, “Not much girl, just sitting here collecting dust. Tracey this is my friend Trina, Trina this is Tracey, she is the mother of a girlfriend.”
“Hi Trina,” Tracey wondered where Bobby met this apparently college aged girl.
“Hello Tracey.”
“Where do you know Bobby from Trina?”
“Oh I met her at college she was visiting the library on campus, I let her use my internet connection to do some emails and she helped me with a school project.”
“Really,” Tracey said with just a touch of skepticism.
“Yes she did, is that your laptop Bobby?” Trina asked. “Is my project still on it?”
“Yes and yes, as far as I know.” Bobby said booting her laptop.
“Yeah I had to write a presentation and illustrate it with a power point slide show, Tracey. Well the writing was easy, but I had never worked with power point. Bobby helped design my show.”
“Really, you are not pulling my leg.”
“Honest Injun.” Trina said.
Bobby began the slide show, and Tracey paid attention to the slides. Bobby had used all sorts of tricks with the slide show. Tracey had seen a few of these slide shows before and she thought that this show looked pretty good.
Tracey shook her head as the last slide finished. “You really did the slide show Bobby, didn’t you?”
“Well, Trina helped.”
“Yeah right, I only wrote the words everything else was Bobby. I got an ‘A’ for that show Tracey. So when are they going to spring you from this joint Bobby?”
“It will be probably Sunday, Trina.”
“When did you two meet, Bobby?” Tracey asked.
“Oh we met the day before yesterday, Tracey. I couldn’t stand being in my room all day; I wanted to get out, so I went to the college. I was staying in a room just down from you, Sandra, Becky and her parents.”
“You were at the same motel, that’s right. We saw you when we checked in,” Tracey said, as pieces started to fall together.
“I thought you had already figured that out Tracey.”
“No, yes, I don’t know, what room?”
Bobby told here her room number at the motel. It was two doors down from Tracey’s.
“Well, are you going to tell me your story girl or do I have to read it in the newspaper?” Trina asked.
For what seemed to be the thousandth time, Bobby told her story to Trina. Trina didn’t look as surprised as Tracey, who had heard it before, but not in as great a detail. She even blushed when she heard what Trina had done back at her room. Tracey stopped Bobby from retelling what had happened in the diner that last day, by saying that she shouldn’t tell anymore until they hear from the Police. Trina, who had been paying rapt attention to Bobby’s story, looked crestfallen but understood why she shouldn’t tell.
“So it was your daughter and this other girl, Bobby helped that day?”
“Yes it was. If Bobby hadn’t been there and moved so quickly, no telling what might have happened.”
(to be continued)
Bobbi's story continues, as her friends stand by her side as she recovers in the hospital from her injuries.
Bobbi’s Run ch. 10
by
Paula Dillon
Bobby woke early Friday morning. She was so bored being bed ridden, but the doctor’s told her it would probably be one more day before she could get out of bed. On top of that Bobby really wanted to take a bath, or a shower. Bobby looked over and saw Tracey sleeping, she didn’t look comfortable at all in the chair. She was snoring lightly and looked so cute to Bobby. She finally cracked one eye open and looked like she didn’t know where she was.
“Morning, Tracey. How are you today?”
“Oh, morning Bobby, They sure don’t make these chairs for comfortable sleeping,” Tracey said, trying to stretch out her cramped body.
“I’ll trade you.”
“I bet you would, and if I were able I would Bobby. I hate to see any child hurt.”
“I wouldn’t wish this on anybody Tracey. I still have one more day before I can get out of bed and get these tubes off and out of me. I won’t even get much to eat till I can use the restroom.”
“It really sucks I know. I was in once for an ectopic pregnancy, along with several other complications. I had to go in for an emergency hysterectomy, they nearly lost me. I was bed ridden for a couple of weeks.”
“I am sorry Tracey; I know I am a lot better off than I could have been.”
“It’s not your problem Bobby, I survived and I still have Sandra. I consider myself lucky.”
“You are lucky.”
Tracey and Bobby continued to chat for several minutes till Liz showed up.
“Morning Mom.”
“Well good morning Bobby, Tracey how are you two today.”
“We’re good, Liz. You’re looking better now that you have gotten some rest.”
“Yes, it was nice.”
“How were the girls?”
“They were great, they are in school today.”
“I wish I was too, Mom.”
“I know dear, but it doesn’t look like you will, for the rest of this year.”
“Tracey, thank you for everything. Why don’t you go on home?”
“Your welcome Liz, I really enjoyed talking with Bobby, but these chairs don’t compare to my own bed.”
The two mothers hugged and Tracey kissed Bobby on the head.
“You take care Bobby, I will see you later kid.”
“Thank you Tracey.”
After Tracey had left Liz sat down next to Bobby and took his free hand. “How did you sleep last night?”
“Ok Mom, but I am really starting to stink. I could use a shower, but they won’t let me get out of bed yet.”
“I know. They will probably give you a sponge bath today. I brought you some clothes to change into later today.”
“A sponge bath, oh that sounds glorious,” Bobby said with a touch of sarcasm in his voice.
“Yes, but it will be better than stinking dear. Here are two bags of clothes. You choose how you want to look.”
Bobby looked into the bags. The first held some of his regular clothes. He opened the second bag and his breath caught as he looked in. Inside were some very pretty girls lounging clothes.
“Momma, is it ok with you?”
“Yes, it is ok, your sisters and Sandra helped pick out those clothes for you. You don’t have to be a boy, unless you want to.”
Tears started to form in Bobby’s eyes, “I am sorry Mom. I guess I never really felt like a boy. I have always wanted to be like Darla and Amy.”
“Bobby, I love you whoever you are. I don’t mind having another daughter,” Liz said as she gave Bobby a big hug.
Bobby sorted through the second bag. Inside she found a lavender sleep shirt, two panties, a bra, a soft terry robe in pink and a box that contained a set of breast forms. He checked out the brand name, they were high quality prosthetic breasts and had an adhesive that held them on for up to two weeks at a time.
“Mom, these are expensive, I should know I have priced them on the Internet. You shouldn’t have.”
“Bobby if you are going to look like a girl, we need you to do it right. Till you get your own breasts, wear these.”
Liz contacted one of the nurses and arranged to have Bobby get a sponge bath after the doctors checked her out today.
“Well Bobby do you have a name picked out. Are you Leslie Blair or something else?”
“Leslie was just so I could hide Mom and still be something you would recognize. I like Bobbi and want to keep it, so I guess I would like to be named Bobbi Agnes McCrea. I can’t stand to carry Dad’s last name.”
“Bobbi Agnes, you took my first name for your middle name.”
“Yes, Mom. I know it doesn’t sound too modern but I would love to have it as my middle name.”
“Well, we shall see what Nancy says Bobbi, and then we will go from there.”
“Ok Mom.”
Dr. Brosnan came in and looked at Bobbi’s leg. Becky, her nurse, changed the dressing. She then removed much of the tubing, except for the Foley catheter and had Bobbi shifted to a gurney to be taken to x-ray. Bobbi felt good just getting out of the room.
Two x-rays were shot; one from the front and the other a side view. Bobbi had to wait on the cold table while the technician developed the pictures and was sure that they were adequate.
Dr. Brosnan came in as Bobbi was being shifted back to the gurney.
“Bobbi I have checked your x-rays and I am satisfied with your healing. We are going to leave all the tubes off after you get back. Later today you may get out of bed only with the assistance of a nurse. If I catch you out of bed by yourself, I will have you glued to the mattress, do you understand?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Ok take care.”
Becky went back to the room and helped Bobbi shift back into bed and told Liz what the Doctor had said. Liz had to chuckle when she heard the bit about glue.
Another nurse came in the room she removed the Foley and gave Bobbi a sponge bath. She then asked about clothes.
“Do you have any clothes you want to wear or shall I dress you in hospital garb.”
Nervously, Bobbi handed her the bag with the things she wanted to wear. The nurse smiled as she removed the contents and sat them aside. She had Bobby lay down and cleaned and dried her chest. She then spread the adhesive that came with the breast forms,
“These are nice, I am sure you will be happy with them,” she said as she carefully applied one and then the other, making sure she had them placed perfectly. “Hold them in place for five minutes, while I finish dressing you.”
The breast forms looked huge on Bobbi’s chest and were much heavier than the forms she had made for herself. She couldn’t believe how realistic they felt. She wished though they had feeling in them but she was happy to see them on her.
The nurse then helped Bobbi with her panties she lifted one leg at a time and carefully pulled the panties up. Bobbi was able to shift her hips so they could be pulled up all the way. She then helped with her bra and nightgown.
“Now you be a good girl, if you need to get out of bed to go to the bathroom, be sure to call a nurse. You are not to get out of bed alone, or you will answer to me,” the nurse said as she shifted Bobbi into more of a sitting position. The nurse actually kissed Bobbi’s cheek before she left.
The bra’s straps tugged heavily at Bobbi’s shoulders, when the nurse shifted the bed up. Bobbi looked down at her chest smiling and cupped her breasts in her hands and felt their weight.
“What size am I, Mom? I forgot to check.”
“A 34B Bobbi. I think that is just about right size for my fourteen year old daughter.”
Liz set a purse on the hospital table. She rolled the table in front of Bobbi, popping out the enclosed mirror. “Fix your hair and face dear.”
Bobbi brushed her hair. It wasn’t as clean as she would like it to be, but she felt good about being able to take care of it. She brushed it and put it into a ponytail, using a scrunchie. Bobbi then went about fixing her face. She cleaned her face good and used an astringent on it. Then she used a little moisturizer. She skipped the foundation, but used a little mascara and eyeliner before penciling her brows. She then added lipstick, blotting her lips with a tissue. She smiled at the girl in the mirror and then looked to her Mom.
“Not bad dear, in fact you did pretty good. How long have you been doing this?”
“Probably since I was twelve Mom. I wasn’t this good at it till the last few months though. I hate to say it, but I have been pinching Darla and Amy’s cosmetics. I took them when they were low and had bought some new stuff to replace the old, or if they left them way out of where they should be. Like I found an almost new mascara once, stuck beneath the cushions of the couch once.”
“Bobbi I am ashamed of you, taking their things like that. I have them on a budget, for any cosmetics and expendables, like pantyhose, they buy.”
“I know Momma, I am sorry and I will apologize to them when I see them next.”
Dr. Sullivan came in while Bobbi and her Mom were talking. She looked at Bobbi and smiled as she took in her appearance.
“Hello Bobbi, I like what you have done to yourself dear.”
“Thank you. Mom brought me some clothes, and I was finally given a bath of sorts. The really nice nurse helped me dress.”
“Well excuse me girls, while I get some coffee. It really is quite horrid Nancy, but also addictive.”
“Yeah I think they add something to it, so that their sale of coffee doesn’t slip,” Nancy said giggling.
After Liz left, Nancy sat down next to Bobbi and checked her notes.
“Bobbi did you choose to look this way, or was it suggested to you.”
“No Mom brought two bags of clothes. One had some of my boy clothes and the other had these clothes Nancy. Mom said I could choose. So here I am.”
“And you like these better?”
“Yes Ma’am, I do.”
“If I may ask, what are you wearing?”
“Bra, panties and a nightshirt, and oh, Mom bought me some really nice breast forms. The nurse helped glue them on.”
“Really, it didn’t shock her?”
“No, she just smiled at me when she saw the clothes and just helped me get dressed. I liked her. She even gave me a kiss on my cheek when she left.”
“How do you feel, dressed like this and made up.”
“Nancy, it is hard to describe, but it feels so right, if you know what I mean.”
“I know what you mean. Now, we last talked about your first day as Leslie. You just checked into a motel, continue from there.”
Bobby picked up her story. She had lain down to rest in her room, as she felt a little weak from throwing up and nervous from her first day going out dressed as a girl. She told her, of her going to eat and meeting Caitlin, the waitress. She then told her, of her call to her mom’s cell phone, the restaurant, dress shop and the nail shop.
“How did it feel to go into the dress shop and nail shop dressed as a girl?”
“At first I was scared. At one point I nearly jumped out of my skin when a sales lady approached me, but she treated me like, I would imagine, she treated any other customer. I got to try on all sorts of cool things there, Nancy. The nail shop girl was really nice too, she made me really relax and I had my first extended conversation as a girl, with a girl there. I don’t think they realized that I wasn’t a real girl. I think that stopping at those two places changed things for me. It was sorta like I was playing a game at first, but the dress shop and the nail shop, made things more real for me. It wasn’t a game anymore; I realized it was what I should’ve been all the time.”
“Ok continue with your story.”
Bobbi told Nancy that she headed back to the motel. She reported seeing Sandra, Tracey, Becky and what had to be Becky’s families, being escorted to the motel. In fact they were put into rooms just a little down from where her room was.
Bobbi then continued on to the next day and heading to college. Her face really brightened, as she told about meeting Trina and the day they shared together. She told Nancy she couldn’t believe it, when Trina asked if she was a transgendered. Bobbi related what had allowed Trina to figure it out and about the test she gave Bobbi.
“She came over to where I sat in her room, dressed in just her panties and a bra. I was a little uncomfortable; she is a very pretty girl after all, but I didn’t let it bother me too much. We just continued talking.”
“That is amazing Bobbi, what happened next.”
She continued to talk about how Trina helped her dress in some of her clothes and taking her out to eat, to thank her for the work she did on her power point presentation.
“You seem to like her a lot?”
“Yes, she is a good friend, I think. She has even visited me here twice, I understand. The first time I was out of it and didn’t see her, but she talked to Mom. The second time, yesterday, we talked about an hour. I had to tell her who I was and how old I really was. She didn’t really seem to mind that I was just a kid.”
Bobbi then told about what happened the next day, up to a point. She was kinda fuzzy about what happened, at the time in the diner, till she woke up to see her mom in the hospital.
“Well Doc, am I certifiably crazy,” Bobbi teased, smiling at Nancy.
“Yep, I am afraid so. We gonna put you in a padded room and throw away the key,” Nancy teased back. “What do you want to happen now, about this dressing thing Bobbi?”
Bobbi looked thoughtful for several minutes, before answering. “Nancy I really believe I want to be a girl. Even considering that I have broken my leg, and that I have been half scared out of my life by all that has happened around me, the last few days have been great. I have gone outside dressed as a girl and have succeeded in fooling most of the people I have been around.”
“How much do you know about transgenderism Bobbi?”
Bobbi began reeling off what she knew, from Harry Benjamin and the standards of care, to different forms of transgenderism, transgendered support groups and chat rooms and such.
“Wow you have done your homework, girl.”
Bobbi had a huge smile on her face from hearing Nancy refer to her as a girl.
“You know what comes next then don’t you Bobbi? We have a lot of work to do, you and me. You know what I mean?”
“Yes Ma’am, I have to convince you that this is right for me.”
“That’s right. I will also help you transition, if we feel it is right. Looking at you now, you are entering into early puberty for a male. I can’t recommend HRT or SRS for you yet, but I can recommend an anti-androgen. It will keep you from developing further masculine traits. It will make transitioning easier later. I have already consulted with an endocrinologist and she has already run some tests. She will talk to you and your mom later. Are you going to continue dressing as a girl?”
“Till I’m made to stop, and I don’t think mom is going to make me.”
“What does your family and friends think?”
“My Mom and sisters already know and are cool with it. My friends Sandra, Becky and their families now know. Sandra and her mom are cool with it, I don’t know about Becky and her family. Trina is cool about it too. Right now that is all I need.”
“Well if that is what you want; I reckon that you ought to keep on keeping on. You seem to have a good support base right now,” Nancy said smiling. “I have other patients to see girl. I will leave word for the hospital staff, that you are to be treated as a girl. For the most part this hospital is pretty good about that kind of thing.”
“Yes they are. Not all of em are, but most are ok with it.”
“Oh? If anybody here treats you poorly, just tell me. I will see that you are treated right.”
“I wasn’t treated poorly, but one showed she didn’t agree with the way I looked when I arrived. She did her job ok though.”
Nancy gave Bobbi a hug and then left. At the nurse’s station she made some notes.
Bobby appeared as an attractive young girl when I arrived. She had on a bra, panties, a girl's nightie, breast forms attached and had on minimal makeup for a teenager. She was quite feminine in her actions, her voice and appearance. Although she is only fourteen, I feel she is a good candidate at this time for transitioning, when she reaches eighteen and can make an informed decision on the matter. I look forward to having a long-term patient relationship with her. She can be quite delightful.
Nancy continued on with more notes on her observations of her patient. She made some notes in her patient’s hospital chart and left a note for the nurses to treat her as a teenage girl, in their interactions with the patient. Finished, she saw Liz in the hall and they talked for several minutes.
“Liz, although I wouldn’t have started her dressing as a girl so soon, I see no reason why she shouldn’t continue doing it. I feel that she will transition, when she reaches eighteen, but we shall see. Just keep doing what you’re doing right now. She really loves you and her sisters. I want to continue seeing her once, or twice, a month for a long while, if that is okay with you.”
“Ok Nancy, that sounds good. I’m sorry I jumped the gun on you. I see no problem with it at home, she won’t be going back to school this semester and I may have her change schools this fall, but we shall see.”
“She is a good kid Liz, and you appear to be a wonderful mother. If you have any problems and want to talk it over, call me anytime. I mean it Liz, anytime.”
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Det. Tara Collins and ADA Bob Mason were tied up in the grand jury all day long. Tara testified for five hours herself, going step by step on how they had brought the bad cop drug ring down, like a house of cards and how they had identified the various participants. They had been able to work around having Bobby McDonald coming in to authenticate the videotape, using the confession of her ex-partner and his authentication of those early events. Bob then walked her through presenting the confiscated evidence and how it linked the various other cops.
Finally she broke free, as the forensic accountants were called in to testify. She really wanted a chance to talk to Bobby herself. She walked out of the courthouse and fifteen minutes later she pulled into the hospital. She located the room and entered after knocking.
Seeing a very pretty teenage girl, she stopped and checked the door. The nameplate said Bobbi McDonald. Looking back into the room she saw Elisabeth McCrea. “Is this the right room Liz?”
“Yes this is the right room Det. Collins. Tara this is Bobby Ray McDonald soon to be legally Bobbi Agnes McCrea. Bobbi, this is Detective Tara Collins.”
“Hello Bobby.”
“Hello Det. Collins.”
“I must say it’s a shock to see such a pretty girl here in the hospital, when I expected to see a boy.”
“Thank you Det. Collins, you’re not so bad looking yourself.”
That cracked Liz and Tara up. Bobbi just had a confused look on her face.
“I haven’t been called pretty in a while Bobby, thank you. I am here to take your official statement and to tell you that we won’t need you to appear in court, at least for the foreseeable future at least.”
Bobbi smiled and looked relieved not to have to go to court.
“Don’t smile yet; I’m also here to chastise you for producing and using a bogus ID. That is against the law kiddo, but under the circumstance, I don’t think the DA is going to press charges. I would bet a years salary on that. Now do you want a lawyer present or will your mother suffice?”
“I think my Mom will suffice Det. Collins. What do you think Mom?”
“I think I can advise you on any legal matters Bobbi.”
“Ok Shall we start at the beginning then.”
Bobbi told her story from the time she left the mall with Sandra and Becky. She reported what actions she had taken and what she knew. Det. Collins took copious notes. Tara would stop Bobbi at times and ask questions. She asked quite a few about the fake ID program and such. Bobbi took her through to the diner on that last fateful day. She reported that her recollections of the events at the diner were quite fuzzy. This account Bobbi left out a lot of her interactions with people covering just what Tara needed for the case.
When she finished and Tara had no more questions for Bobbi, they just sat and talked.
“Bobbi I just can’t get over how cute and pretty you are. If I hadn’t known you were a guy, I would have never been able to tell. I also want to compliment you and tell you how brave you are. I have several officers that want to put you up for an award and Bob, he doesn’t want me to tell you this, but he has put you up for a finder’s fee for leading us to drug monies that we have confiscated. I think it is only right that you should know, since your injuries were caused by a bad cop.”
“How much?” Liz asked.
“Seven percent.”
Liz’s eyes arched high in surprise, “Of how much?”
“Not sure Liz, so far we have rounded up about forty million. I’m not sure if all of that will be qualified under the program, but she should get between oh say two and a half, to three and a half million, somewhere in that ball park.”
You could have heard a pin drop after Tara said that. Both Liz and Bobbi’s jaws were hanging slack and both stared at Tara.
“On top of that, I’m sure a good lawyer should be able to get some damages from the city, for her injuries, although, I hope she doesn’t push too hard. But Bobbi does deserve some recompense. The city may settle out of court for say another half a mil. But you didn’t hear that from me. I’m sure that Bob Mason will push the city attorney to settle for that.”
“Oh Tara, I think that would be more than fair. I don’t think Bobbi’s lawyer would push too hard, if the city made that kind of offer in settlement,” Liz hinted.
“Well let me say this, I’m sorry you had to go through this Bobbi. I’m surprised that you have come out of this so well and I want you to know you have made many friends. If anybody gives you any shit, their lives are going to be hell. You just tell your Auntie Tara, Ok.”
Bobbi smiled and held her arms open to Tara, “Ok Auntie Tara, I need a hug on that.”
Tara saw this and couldn’t help herself. She leaned down and hugged Bobbi. Bobbi held on to her with an iron grip and cried on her shoulder for several minutes.
Liz looked upon her daughter and her new aunt, smiling. There had been a lot happening in their lives and many changes to come in the future she thought. Her reverie was broken by a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Liz said.
The door opened and Officer Watson entered with a large pot of flowers.
“Is this the right place?”
“Yes Officer Watson, come in,” Tara said.
“I got these flowers for Bobby,” Tim said, as his eyes grew as big as saucers when he saw Tara and a teenage girl.
“Tim, this is Bobbi, and yes she is a girl now,” Tara said, trying to gauge Tim’s reaction. She knew, that he knew Bobby was a boy; she wanted to know if he could accept her as a girl.
Tim just smiled and held out the flowers to Bobbi.
“Set them over here Tim, you don’t expect a girl to just hold a pot of flowers that big do you,” Liz asked.
Tim turned towards Liz. He had a big puppy dog expression on his face, as he saw her, “No of course not sorry.” Tim set the flowers on the table next to Bobbi and turned towards Liz.
Tara looked at Tim and at Liz, then at Bobbi who was looking at her. The two girls just giggled softly.
“I would say that your mom may have a new beau,” Tara said softly to Bobbi. “He is a good guy.”
“I think you are right. Mom looks a little hooked too.”
Tim and Liz were talking, when the door to the room opened and Sandra, Tracey, Becky, Darla and Amy entered the room. The girls were ecstatic to see Bobbi and mobbed her. Even Becky seemed to accept her.
“Girls, keep to the right of Bobbi. Remember it is her left leg that is hurt,” Liz said.
Liz introduced Tracey to Tara and Tim. The adults then separated and started talking in a group. Liz decided to be frank with all the adults here and so openly talked about Bobbi. They all seemed interested and listened closely, as she explained about why Bobby was now Bobbi. Even Tim smiled.
Bobbi told the girls why she was dressed as a girl, of the group, Becky knew the least about what was going on and listened closely.
“So it’s going to be Bobbi Agnes now, no more Bobby Ray, right?” Becky asked.
“Fraid so, I’m sorry Becky, Sandra, I just couldn’t tell you two when I wasn’t certain. I like you both dearly and Bobby Ray would have loved to have had either of you as his girlfriends, but Bobbi Agnes still wants you two to be her friends.”
“So Bobbi, do you like boys or girls?” Becky inquired.
“As friends, yes I like both, anything else I’m not sure. I just need all the friends I can get right now.”
“You can count on me,” Becky said
“Me too,” Sandra said with a wink.
“Yes, it’s great having another sister,” Darla and Amy agreed.
“I need you guys to teach me so much,” Bobbi said with tears pouring from her eyes.
“Group hug,” Amy said.
All the girls mobbed Bobbi in a hug.
“Are we having a party, girls?” Came a new voice to the room.
Everyone looked to the door and Bobbi called out, “Hey Trina come on in. Trina this is Darla and Amy my sisters. These two are my friends Becky and Sandra. Gang this is Trina, a friend I made this week. Over there, you know my Mom and Tracey, the other lady is Det. Tara Collins and the guy, stuck in the middle, is Officer Tim Watson.”
Trina made the rounds, giving greetings. Bobbi was happier than she could ever remember, seeing all her friends together at the same time.
A nurse entered and was shocked to see all the people there, “Ok People, listen up, no more than four visitors at a time. Some of ya’ll need to go to the lobby and rotate in and out.”
Tara made her excuses and left. Liz and Tracey started heading out with Tim in tow.
“Darla you come with me and you can switch out with Amy.” Liz said taking count of the people.
“Ok Mom,” Darla said, sneaking in a hug before she left.
That left Amy, Sandra, Becky and Trina in the room. The nurse took Bobbi’s temperature, pulse and blood pressure, logging them in her chart before leaving.
Trina gave the other girls a rundown on how she met Bobbi. She left nothing out and even mentioned how she’d come out in just her undies in front of Bobbi. This caused the girls to giggle and Bobbi to blush deeply.
“Bobbi, you’re really quite lovely. I know you’re going to make a good girl. Seeing you with your friends is good.”
“Thank you, Trina you’re one of my friends too. I need all of you.”
“You can count on me. I won’t let you slip away. I’m going to head on out and send your sister Darla in now,” Trina said giving Bobbi a hug.
For the next hour, people came in and out and talked with Bobbi. She just bubbled with joy. Finally everybody left, but Liz.
“Well that was exciting Bobbi.”
“Yes it was Mom.”
“You are officially out now, you know that.”
“Yes and I couldn’t be happier. I know it won’t be easy, or as joyful as this Mom. I also know that this had to happen sooner or later. I just wasn’t happy as a boy.”
“I can see that. You have made a lot of new friends now. We will always be there for you.”
(the end and the beginning)