Authors Note: I fully do intend to get back to my story Merlin’s Curse. Though, at this time I have had an idea for another story that has just not left me alone. This is unlike anything I've ever written before it is something that could actually happen in real life. I have always stuck with stories that have either a fantasy or SCI-Fi connection. I do not know where this story will take me and I think that is half the fun.
Another big thing is I am adding gymnastics into the story as well as cheerleading obviously. I have no experience in either I am looking information up online to understand it better. So if there is anything completely wrong in the story please tell me kindly and I will be more than happy to change it. Also if it is that big of a deal I will be more than happy to send you a copy of my story before posting it so you can tell me when I get things wrong and I can change that before going up on the site.
A big thank you to djkauf for editing.
Chapter One: Orientation And Last Weekend
"I would like to welcome the freshman class of 2013," said the principal from the stage in the auditorium at the freshman assembly. "It is our mission here at South High School to prepare you for the world outside. Now while you're here at South High School I would like to point out there is more to school than academics. We as a school have many wonderful opportunities available for those who wish to partake. We have no less than thirty academic teams, as well as at least twenty athletic teams; we have many of them here today to talk to you. This freshman orientation is designed so that you can get your schedule and get a feel for our wonderful high school. I know that some of you already are signed up for some of our athletic teams. After all, the football team has been practicing since July. And with that I will have you all go to the room indicated on the list that you will see upon exiting the auditorium, to get your schedule. You will also see a mentor at the bottom of it. Many of our sophomores have volunteered to assist you today. This is very nice of them since it will give you a better understanding of our school, since this time last year they were in your shoes. May you enjoy today and may you be a positive addition to South High School."
I made my way out of my aisle following the horde of my fellow freshman. I looked up my last name on the list and see that I had to go to room 202. So following the mass of students upstairs I made my way to room 202. There were about 20 - 26 students in the room when I got there. I could tell that about half of them were freshman like me and the other half were sophomore. I did see about thirteen desks with name tags propped up on the desk. On each of the desks was a single sheet of paper placed upside down. All of the sophomores were standing next to a desk as well. With the way that they were standing it was obvious that they were standing next to the person that they were going to be a mentor to. I looked down the rows and saw Mason Jones, that's me.
Standing next to the desk with my name on it was my sister Sarah Jones. My sister is the middle child of three, yes that makes me the baby of the family. My sister is in a word, beautiful, she stands about 5'5" which sadly is more than four inches taller than me, like most of the females in her family she has about a big A cup to a small B cup bust. She is all lean muscle which she emphasizes by the fact that she is currently wearing her school cheerleading uniform. By the way our school colors are a dark purple and black. She has piercing green eyes and long brunette hair.
Well, since I told you about my sister, I feel it is about time I talked about myself. My name, as I said earlier is Mason Jones. I am fourteen years old and 5'1" tall, okay 5 foot 1/2 inch tall but who cares about a half-inch. Both my 17-year-old brother and father are over 6 foot tall so there's hope for me yet. Though my mother is 5 foot nothing. Well back to describing myself unfortunately I have yet to enter puberty. Though, on the bright side my brother had not entered puberty until 14, which is how old I am, so I am not worried. I had a muscle structure closer to my sister though, since I have been taking gymnastics with her since I was five. I have blonde hair which falls to about my shoulder blades that I normally keep in a loose pony tail at the nape of my neck.
Though, to the ever loving hatred of my gymnastics instructor I refuse to compete. Though, that is mostly because I have more fun doing things that are typically considered "female discipline" in the sport. Such as the floor routines that I like doing would score high for female competition but would get me laughed at in a male competition. Also I cannot do the still rings to save my life though I love the uneven bars. Though I have been told by my instructor and many others that it would hurt me and be almost impossible to move from bar to bar. The only thing that they are able to attribute that to is the fact that I have not entered puberty.
I picked up the sheet of paper that was sitting on the desk with my name on it flipping it over to see my class schedule which read:
1: Honors Algebra 202 Evans
2: Honors Biology I 130 Bram
3: Art I 150 Farenger
4: Honors English Literature 315 Novela
5: Lunch Caf.
6: Choir 101 Hughes
7: Honors World History 225 Young
8: Gym Gym1 Burtis
Mentor: Sarah Jones
My sister held out her hand for me to give her my schedule so that she can look at it. I handed over my schedule with much trepidation. She looked down the schedule and just shook her head.
"You got lucky, midget," she said with a slight smirk. "All the teachers are fair that I see on your schedule. Do not get it wrong some of them are hard as hell but that's what you get with honors classes."
Have I told you yet that I simply hate being shorter than my sister? She motioned for me to follow her and so we went to each of my classrooms other than gym and lunch since the teacher for gym was busy coaching the football practice outside. The impression that I got from her about all of my teachers other than my English teacher, was that they loved using comedy as a teaching aid. Of course all my classes are honors classes and they decided to use today to fill out all the index cards with information about us for their personal records. That way next Monday when classes start we could get right into learning. Yes, that is right, our school was evil having freshman orientation be the last Friday in summer vacation.
One of the nice things about the freshman orientation was that from noon to one was the time to get to know the other organizations. Since I do not plan on joining additional activities after school I decided to track down my friends Emma, Susan, Lara, and Madelyn
(but we just call her Maddy). Yes, that is right, I am best friends with four girls. You see Emma is my best friend, we have been in gymnastics together from the start. Emma unlike me competes in gymnastics and does very well. She is also one of the new members of the cheerleading team this year. So I got the privilege of seeing her in a cheerleading uniform as well. We ended up meeting in the gym while watching some of the cheerleaders practice some of their routine. This being an optional practice, due to the fact at least five members of the squad are either mentors or freshman.
Well I get the feeling that you would like to know about Emma now. Okay, Emma is 5'3" tall, she has muscle going for her. Now being a guy like I am I do have to mention the bust again. She is a solid B cup. She has natural red hair that is currently braided in a single braid. We each exchanged our schedules without having to say anything. Luckily I had first, second, fourth, fifth, and seventh period with her. Though she had gym at the same time but there is no coed gym and wonderful South High School. So yes we didn't actually see each other during the tour but we were actually looking for each other and as is such were too busy with her mentors.
Next I will tell you about Lara. I met her or him through Emma, for you see she was in a class in elementary school with Emma and Susan. She is 5'4" tall with brunette hair that falls to the small of her back that she always keeps in a single braid. She would sooner kill somebody than permit herself to wear a skirt. The sad fact is she could pull it off since she has been in martial arts since she was five. I am sad to say she is more masculine than me. Oh and she has the biggest bust of our entire group at a small C cup. She is also the only one not a cheerleader other than me in our group. That is due to the fact that she spends all of her free time when she's not with us practicing martial arts so she does not have the background needed to be a cheerleader.
Then there is Susan; she is by far the most girly girl of the group. I actually lost it as to whether or not she had pants in her wardrobe they don't exist there. She makes me feel good about myself at 5'0" tall she is the only one that I am taller than. Though, I never get to enjoy that fact due to the fact that she's never in flat shoes. Oh and unfortunately she only has A cup.
And last we have Madelyn better known as Maddy. She is really down to earth and fun to hang with though not as much as Emma. She has raven black hair that falls to the middle of her back styled in a flowing hairstyle making her hair kind of look like all wavy and she has a small B cup.
"Awesome," Emma said. "This year it's so going to rock, Mason. And here I thought it was good news for all the crew who wanted to be cheerleaders making the cheerleading team."
My sister simply giggled then said, "Like we would ever let somebody who got a gold medal in state gymnastics floor competition not join the cheerleading team. After all our competitions is nothing more than a team floor competition. As for the other members of the crew they are not too bad themselves."
"Then why isn't your brother a cheerleader? After all if he could compete against me in the floor competition he would kick my ass!"
"Because he chose not to be in it," my sister replied hotly. "Trust me if I could talk my little, emphasis on little, brother into joining the squad he would be on the squad and not that bitch Stacy. I mean; do not get me wrong Stacy is decent but with the way that she performs I predict that we are going to be screwed due to an error on her part. She just does not seem to have the drive to really get better. See there she is."
I looked over at the said cheerleader named Stacy and looked at her technique. I could tell that she was one of the cheerleaders that only practiced cheerleading. I can normally tell the cheerleaders that were also in gymnastics or dance classes. I could tell that she did not know the correct way to land or even take off with her partner that was throwing her. What makes it even worse is I can only see her getting thrown once every minute or so and the rest she’s fooling around with her partner.
"That and she bitches all the time we tell her how to fix what she's doing wrong.”
"Oh," I replied to Maddy. “Man, she doesn't even take advice on how to get better."
They all nodded in unison.
"Why is the guy she working with putting up with it?"
"Well you know we try and have at least five male members at all times. After all the boys are so much better at throwing us up so that we can get some good air. With Stacy’s build we have been trying to get her better at being thrown. Unfortunately she spends all of her time flirting with the guy who happens to be her boyfriend and is the base.”
"Bummer," I said. "So why not just kick her out of the squad?"
"We can't," my sister responded. "Some of our flashier routines for use for competition require the number of people that we currently have since they require it and there is no one else at a level needed to perform the routine, so we’re stuck with her."
"So Mason," Emma said. "If you would join us everyone would be safer."
All the girls that were cheerleader is in the group nodded their heads at that. I shot an evil glare at them and said, "You know as well as I do where I stand on joining the squad. Do not get me wrong; I enjoy gymnastics but I do not plan on joining the cheerleading team. Why are you so adamant that Lara not join you?"
Emma said, "You know why: she does not have a gymnastics background or a cheerleading background. So she could not keep up with the routines and of course none of us are dumb enough to force her into a skirt. I have an idea; how about if Stacy gets injured you agree to join us. That way if we can get the bitch to start taking the cheerleading squad seriously the chances of her getting injured will go down and if she keeps up her current activity we have a secret weapon."
"I said it once, and I'll say it again. NO!"
At this point both my sister and all of the gang that were cheerleaders started to play dirty they used the puppy dog look on me you know the one the one that looks like you kicked it up and down the street about fifty times. I do not know any male that can withstand that look, crap, I know very few females that can withstand that looked at that intensity.
"I know that I am going to regret this with all of my being. If this person gets injured in the natural scheme of practice I agree to step in and assist the cheerleading squad until such a time as she is able to return to the squad. That means if I have reason to believe you four had anything to do with injuring her so that I would assist the cheerleading squad, I will not do so."
Luckily at that point one o'clock rolled around so we were all dismissed to go home. My sister and I made our way out to the student parking lot to where we could see my brother Jason talking to some of his football pals next to his car. Now a little bit about my brother Jason or JJ as he's called. He is 6'2" tall of solid muscle. He is the football quarterback as well as captain. My brother is the glory child for football in this area, I was in Little League football for one season; my brother has been playing since he was five. Last year he led the team to their first state championship in ten years he led the state in both passing as well as rushing yards. I have been told by Emma that he is a capital H Hunk. His close cropped blond hair with clear blue eyes, though if you are going to make a blonde joke don't waste your time he is the class valedictorian at this point and time. He has scholarships for athletics as well as academics.
We own got into the car my brother, sister, Emma, and myself and headed home. Since after all Emma lives right next door to me. Which is another big reason that me and her had been friends since we were both five. It took about five minutes for us to get to our house. We all filed out of my brother's vehicle with Emma waving goodbye as she went to her house. She had to get her house ready for the rest of her friends coming over for a slumber party tonight that was leading into a day of shopping tomorrow. Followed by another slumber party Saturday night.
"Mason," my mother yelled from the kitchen. "Come on in the kitchen, we need to talk."
I in my infinite wisdom I bowed to my mother's request. I'd made my way into our kitchen. We even have a pool as well as a pool house that doubles as a game room with a ping-pong table, old pinball machines as well as all the modern video games with a pool table. I guess some could say that our house was big since we had five bedrooms and six bathrooms, a living room and a den as well as a kitchen and dining room. So thanks to how big our house is I never had to fight for the bathroom in the morning even with having an older sister.
"So how was it," my mother inquired.
I handed over my schedule my mother to see while I said, "It was okay I liked the teachers that I spoke with and it seems like it will be a good year."
"That's good to hear," my mother replied.
I will now take the time to describe my mother. For you see my mother is a very stunning woman. As I said before she is 5'0" tall; she is softer than my sister though she is still very beautiful. She has a small C cup bust and on the whole is a very stylish woman. When she was younger she was in gymnastics as well as cheerleading. She has long brunette hair just like my sister as well as piercing green eyes. They are the type of eyes that you can tell miss nothing. She has been lucky to be able to be a stay-at-home mother and not have to work.
Now since I'm talking about my mother I figure I should tell you about my father. My father is a software developer. He brings home about $250,000 a year give or take. He is 6'4" tall; yes that is 16 inches taller than my mother. He has blonde hair which he keeps cropped short. He also has blue eyes. He was in football when he was younger and he still keeps in shape. Yes I am the black sheep of the family so to speak. I am the only male in my entire extended family even to not be in football.
My mother and I spent an enjoyable ten to fifteen minutes talking about what went on at my freshman orientation. After which I made my way up to my bedroom and played on my PlayStation 3 until it was time for supper. I'm not going to bore you with supper conversation. It is not like you really need to know what is going on at my dad's work and things of that nature. I turned in around ten o'clock at night getting woken up at bright at nine o'clock a.m.
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I was woken up at the crack of dawn which is nine o'clock by my cell phone ringing. Though I will say I love technology and love the fact that cell phones exist, but sometimes I just want to shoot all cell phones.
"Hello," I said groggily into the phone.
"Hello," said my loving neighbor Emma. "Hello my best friend in all the world. I know you absolutely adore me."
"What do you want, Emma? I would like to get back to sleep sometime today after all I'm not the one that set up a weekend long party that equals getting up early on the last Saturday in summer vacation."
"Well, the girls and I were talking and we decided in our infinite wisdom that you need to come with us."
"And why in your infinite wisdom would you think that I would wish to go to the mall with four teenage girls three of which make most shop owners wish they could shut their doors when they see you?"
"That hurts, Mason. The reason being that we want to spend time with our best friend Mason. That and someone needs to be there with Lara to help her survive."
"Well she could just come over and go swimming today. That way both me and her get out of going to the mall. See that's a win-win."
"That is not a win-win that is a win-lose situation. For you see we need our trusted friends to help carry the bags."
"What is in it for me? And do not say you get to spend time with you girls."
"Well we really were going to go swimming before. But if you agree to help us by carrying the bags we could agree to go swimming in our bikinis."
I will say this in my defense, I am a male. All my friends including Lara are hot as hell that agreement is like nirvana for me. Though I must also point out that as scary as it was for me to notice myself I find that I am also attracted to other males. Not that I have ever told anyone that let alone my father and brother.
"Okay, I will be over in ten minutes.”
^.^
I was over at Emma's house within fifteen minutes. We all got into Emma's mother's van and made our way to the mall upon entering the mall parking lot while hundreds of sirens and lights went off with jets flying overhead and tanks coming onto the parking lot's. Reinforced steel shutters went down over all the entrances to the mall. The squadron of Marines took up residence in front of each entrance to the mall with assault rifles pointing at our van.
Okay, I was just kidding nothing of that nature happened though I seriously think the mall wishes they could do that. What followed was one and a half hour of pure hell in which the girls, excluding Lara, went from store to store trying on skirts and dresses of all kinds. Luckily Lara and I did not enter those stores and we talked outside waiting for the others. Though my luck ended when we went into one of the many stores that also had clothing that Lara liked.
It was all going all well and fine until a sales associate saw that Lara was not trying on anything but pants. The sales associate then came over and said, "And why are you two lovely ladies not trying on any of the lovely dresses as well?"
I then looked around at her group to see if I could find another girl. Since the only one besides me of our party was not trying on dresses was Lara.
While I was doing the slight visible check Maddy took control and got rid of the sales associate.
"Yes, Mason and Lara, why keep trying on dresses?"
"Well, Maddy, there is the whole fact that I'm a guy. And then the fact that it has to be a freezing cold day in hell before Lara will submit to wear a skirt or dress."
"Well Lara," replied Maddy. "How about you try on a dress and get a dress and wearing the rest of the shopping trip. And since the sales associate thinks you're a girl anyway, Mason, you should get one as well I will pay for both."
I will say that what I said next in retrospect was a complete and moronic thing to say but I said it anyway. "I will if Lara agrees."
Authors Note: I almost wish I would did the cliff hanger at a different spot in this story my muse gave me the better spot in this chapter.
Thank you djkauf for editing for me.
Chapter Two: Weekend from Hell
"I will if Lara agrees."
You know in retrospect I feel that on this day, I have made two agreements which will change my life forever: the first of which was agreeing to join the cheerleading squad should Stacy be injured and the other agreeing to wear a dress if Lara agreed to wear one.
"I will agree to wear one," replied Lara. "Though I will not wear one at the mall. I will not do that to Mason, but that means he has to wear one when we get back to Emma's house."
I'm still not sure if I liked how Lara did it, but I do have to say I like the results. No, not the result of me having to wear a dress, but the results of the shopping trip getting ended way faster than I ever dreamed. So Emma called her mother and we made our way to the food court to wait for her mother to make it to the mall to pick us up.
While waiting for Emma’s mother to pick us up I got my second strange interaction of the day. When I went to the bathroom I wound up going in the stall to go to the bathroom due to the bathroom being full. Though once I left the stall I was yelled at by a guy saying that it does not matter how full the women‘s bathroom is that is no reason for a lady to use the men’s bathroom. In retrospect I should not have just ignored him though I did not think that he was talking to me and I was looking around for the girl that he said was in the bathroom.
“Girl, did you hear me talking to you?”
I still did not respond to the man that seemed to be talking to a random girl that found herself in the men’s bathroom. I walked to the sinks and washed my hands. While I was washing my hands the man that seemed to have the issue with the girl in the bathroom came up to me and placed his hand on my shoulder and turned me to look at him.
“Girl, did you hear me?”
“I am not a girl. And if I was you I would remove your hand from my person.”
He pulled his hand off, shook his head and walked out of the bathroom without washing his hands. I shook my head and finished washing my hands then taking a paper towel, I wetted it and washed my shoulder that the man had his hand on. I walked out of the bathroom and went back to the table that my friends are.
“You will never guess what just happened,” I said as I got to my friends.
“You went to the bathroom,” Lara said dead pan.
“Yes,” I said dead pan. “But, something else happened.”
I waited a few moments then said, “Some moron in the bathroom thought that I was a girl.”
In retrospect I should have known what would have happened when I told my friends what happened in the bathroom. Since looking back with the gift of years now it was very funny though I wished to kill them for what they did when I told them about it. They laughed; I mean Maddy even fell on the floor from laughing so hard. After a good thirty seconds of my four friends laughing, Emma’s cell phone went off telling us that her mother was outside waiting for us.
We got the bags and made our way out to the car. And by we I mean I got to carry the bags out to the car. We all piled in and made our way back to Emma’s house. Once we got to Emma’s house I carried all the bags into her house. I then was told to take a shower and shave any body hair that I have. With the fact that I have not started puberty and the fact that my family is not a hairy family that was very little that needed to be taken care of.
When I was done with my shower I saw a pair of panties on the bathroom sink with a note telling me to put them on and try and tuck everything. Before I go any further into what I did this day I would like to point out that my fiends oh I mean friends are not the type of people that you want to break a promise to. I made the promise so I did as asked. Over all I did not like that I had to do it but I gave my word and well my word is my word.
I walked out of the bathroom in nothing but the panties. Which thanks to tucking and the fact that I have not entered puberty it looked like an I was a female and not a male in panties. Emma threw a bra at me telling me to put it on.
I tried for about three minutes before they stopped laughing and helped me put it on. They then filled the cups with tissue paper and had me put on a bright pink sundress. They then had me put on a pair of pink kitten heel sandals that matched the dress in shade.
“Ok,” said Emma. “You have now reached the point where you have held up your end of the deal. I would like to suggest that you let us do your nails and makeup with your hair.”
I looked at myself in the mirror and I got scared to death I looked like a girl there was no hiding the fact I could not help wondering what I would look with everything done. And so I made the third bad decision in the last few days. I nodded my head giving them permission to do their worst on me.
Twenty minutes later and I looked hot: there was no other word for how I looked with everything on me. There was no way to ever guess that I was a guy in a dress.
“I hate you,” said Susan. The others just nodded their heads.
“You look hotter in that dress then I ever did,” replied Emma.
While they were working their magic on me they were also working their magic on Lara. She also looked hot as hell in the end in a green dress. I know how evil was it that she is in green and find myself in a pink dress. Lara and I than had our pictures taken with each other’s cell phones. I even took Lara’s picture with my cell phone.
There was a knock on the front door and I heard Emma’s mother answer the door. After about five minutes I could hear Emma’s mother yell for me to come down. I just ran down not even thinking of the fact that I was in full makeup and a dress with my nails and hair done and in kitten sandals.
When the five of us got down to the main hall I could see Emma’s mother talking to my mother. We all stopped at there while Emma said, “Mom, what is up?”
“Um,” said Emma’s mother. “Where is Mason and who is this beauty that is here? I did not know that there was an addition to the unbreakable five.”
“It is me,” I said to Emma’s mother. “Mason, that is.”
My mother’s eyes shoot open at that and she just shook her head and said, “I do not care what is going on right now. You need to come with me now, your father was in an accident.”
Without thinking of anything I joined my mother in her car in the passenger seat on the ride to the hospital.
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The ride was very silent and very long. Though the hospital is only about a ten minute ride from our house it felt like hours in the car. We each said nothing and the radio was not even on. Once we got to the hospital I ask, “Where are Sarah and JJ?”
“Your brother was to pick up your sister,” she said. “And bring her here as fast as he could.”
We made our way to the emergency room waiting room I sat down in the waiting room while my mother went to talk to a nurse to see what was going on with dad. While she was talking to the main nurse JJ and Sarah came into the room and ran to her asking question. I then heard her say, “Can you please go sit next to your brother and wait for me to find out what is going on from the nurse.”
JJ looked around the room, he smiled a little when he saw me the smile that said he say a hot girl and was so going to ask her out. “Where is the shrimp at?”
He asked that while still looking at me, mother saw him looking at me and said, “You are looking at him. Emma and the girls were in the middle of having their way with him.”
His eyes shot open and almost looked like he was about to throw up when he found out that the hot girl he was looking at was his brother. JJ and Sarah then made their way over to me and sat down.
“Okay,” Sarah said. “How the hell did you end up in a dress with makeup on and nails done?”
“While we were at the mall a sales lady called me miss.”
JJ shock his head and Sarah started to giggle. “So you went and got in a dress just because someone called you a girl.”
I accessed my phone which I was stuck holding since this dress had no pockets in it and showed her the picture of Lara. “I knew that they would not just drop it so agreed that if Lara would wear a dress so would I. Though I have to wear it for the rest of the day now.”
I then showed Sarah the picture of Lara in a dress. “You have to send me a copy of that picture for blackmail on Lara. Though, it is sad that you look hotter than the rest of your friends in that dress.”
Mom who had made it over while I was explaining everything looked at the picture as well than said, “You do look pretty. Your dad is in surgery it is just to set the bones in his leg there is always a chance of complications in surgery but they give me a good outlook on it.”
We then spent the next four hours in the hell that is the waiting room. In that time I got to enjoy my very first time of going into the ladies restroom. It was strange that there was a tampon machine on the wall instead of a condom machine. Sarah of course had a giggle fest at the fact that I had to go to the bathroom in the ladies room. Though it was nice that at least for the others that my discomfort helped to get their minds off dad for a little while.
“Mrs. Jones,” said a doctor who came out the door.
Mom went up to him and the rest of us followed her.
“Your husband just came out of surgery,” the doctor said. “His leg was badly broken and we had to go in and repair it with both plates and screws. He has woken up and as is such he should be in a normal room in about an hour.”
“How long will he have to stay in the hospital,” mom asked.
“If there are no complications he should be out tomorrow.”
The doctor then took his leave of us and left. The next hour was not as bad as waiting for word while he was in surgery but I still wished that we could see him already. At long last we got to see my father when we went into his room he was out of it. He was as high as a kite. It was not the best of visits that we could have had but then again it would have been better if he was not even in the hospital. Mom said that she was going to stay over night with dad and that she had called Emma’s mom while I was in the bathroom and I was to stay over their tonight since both Sarah and JJ where going to be staying at friends as well.
And so JJ dropped me off at Emma’s house for my very first sleepover.
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When I walked through the door I found myself in a five way hug with the girls that lasted for a few minutes that I needed.
“Mom told us about your dad,” Emma said. “How is he doing?”
“Just a badly broken leg,” I said. “They had to use plates and screws to try and fix it. It looks like they were able to fix it, though time will tell.”
With that we then spent the rest of night having fun watching movies as well as fashion shows and that. I am sad to say that I had fun then again I am best friends with a bunch of girls so we do tend to have common interests.
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Sunday brought me back in my normal cloths with dad getting home about noon with a air cast on. And some stainless steel crutches to help him get along.
“So,” he said to me. “Why did I have two daughters at the hospital last night?”
Authors Note 2: I am not a doctor and if the time frames are not accurate for how long the surgery would take sorry. Though I know that that type of surgery can be a outpatient surgery so I know that he could be home the next day.
Author’s Note: A big tank you to djkauf for editing. Now time to see if I have luck posting with the way the site has been up and down.
Chapter Three: One Month Later
I sat on the couch looking at my therapist for the fourth week in a row. While I was sitting there I rubbed my hand across my head feeling the number two buzz cut that my father made me get after he caught me in a dress. Of all the things that my father made me do as a result of that day, getting my hair shaved by far is the worst. Since I have been growing since I was five and I feel cold and strange with such shorthair. The result of me wearing a dress was my father making me quit gymnastics, he also grounded me for one month, I am also forced to see a psychologist every week until she is able to determine what is wrong with me. I am also grounded for three months since I wore a dress.
And as for the ground in front my father got a location plan from our cell phone provider that he has programmed to inform him when I do not go straight home or if it takes me too long to get home. I tried leaving my cell phone at home the first day I found out about it, that got me a buzz cut every week instead of just the one. Then I tried leaving it off after school and with that my father promised me that he would force me to join the football squad if I pull that stunt again. Do not get me wrong; I would not see any time on the field if I would join at least not this year. But I would be forced to go to all the practices and would more than likely be a starter my sophomore year. Since I am actually a pretty fast runner and with my gymnastics training I can actually avoid a tackle quite well.
I made several promises to myself as a result of the issues that I've ran into since I wore the dress. The first of which is that I refuse to speak one word to my therapist. I do not care how long I'm stuck going to the therapist I will not say one word to her. I have kept up with that promise so far I have had three sessions with her that have lasted one hour long during which neither of us have said anything; other than her telling me about herself the first day and asking me a bunch of questions that I did not answer. After that the two sessions that happened for the one I'm sitting at here started off with, "Hello Mason; are you going to speak with me today?"
Another promise that I made to myself was that I would not speak to my friends again due to the fact that thanks to them I had to give up one of the things that I love doing more than anything else, and that is gymnastics. I have kept up with that promise as well though it has been strange being in groups with other people than my friends for group activities in school. Though speaking of school my first day at gym I got yelled at for going into the boys locker room. I later got three days of detention for cussing out the gym teacher telling him that I am indeed a male. Though luckily with the structure of the gym class the way that it is I am able to practice my gymnastics after doing the daily exercise that the gym teacher has set up.
And the third and final promise that I made to myself was to attempt to spend as little time as possible with my father until he apologizes for being a ass-hole. That has been easy as well since my mother has gotten the idea that I do not want to be near him and made me quit gymnastics and shave my head. Though luckily he was not completely heartless and allowed me to donate my hair to Locks for Love for children who do not have hair of their own. So at least one good thing has come as a result of me losing my hair.
And so I have caught you up on the first month of hell that was my first month of school. I had just sat down in front of my therapist; Dr. Susan Mallard, call me Susan. This is the fourth time that I sat in front of her in as many weeks and today she started the session out differently, "Hello, Mason; I bet you're wondering why he you have a later appointment today. You see, you are my last appointment of the day so we are going to sit in my office until you speak with me or it becomes nine o'clock which for future reference is about four hours from now."
Since I still have no plans to speak and plan on spending the next four hours in silence I feel I should tell you about where my therapist is located. She is in a medical center that includes many specialists as well as a blood and urine testing facility, because she's actually a therapist that specializes in transgendered patients. Though she does not only have transgendered patients; some are just transvestites or forced to come to her because they came out of the closet as being gay or lesbian to their parents. Though she tells me in the long run a lot of patients thank whoever forced them to come to her even if they do waste the money for the first few sessions.
Susan then took a breath and looked at me saying, "Since something tells me that we're going to be stuck here sitting across from each other for the next four hours I figured I should tell you what information I have on you already. Some of this is simply observations I have made and some of it is from sessions that I've had with both your mother and your father. On a side note I want to take your father out back and slap him upside his head for what he has pulled. My first observation is that at least at some point your hair became a defining feature for you and how you identified yourself. I understand that you had approximately 14 inches of hair before you were forced to get it shaved off. Also that you are a person of conviction, I have a feeling that you told yourself that you would not speak with me under any circumstances. You are one of the very few people I have ever seen that was able to just sit here and say nothing. Silence, believe it or not, is a very useful tool to force people to speak since people as a whole do not like silence."
She then turned on a 55 inch LED television that had a list of characteristics that apply to me. Against my better judgment I looked at them and read them and they fit me very well. "I made this list with the help of your family; that means your mother, father, sister, and brother assisting me with this list. What I am about to tell you I have not told anyone else yet. If I was given this list and only this list and asked ascertain what the gender of the individual is I would say that the individual this list is describing is female . Not only did the characteristics I see tell me this but also the way that you sit points to the fact that you align much more strongly with the feminine than the masculine."
What I did next time I am not proud of; don’t get me wrong I have broken my word before but I try my very hardest to never break my word, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Susan got perhaps the most evil smile I have ever seen, "So you wish to speak with me now. You are lucky that I'm not a petty woman and it is nice that you have let me get caught up on a lot of my paperwork as a result of you not speaking at all during your other appointments. From what I can see I would actually consider diagnosing you with gender dyslexia. Though based on the other information that I have been given I believe that you should have gone to a specialist. You should be tested to see if there is something biological with it since I've been told that you are able to do the uneven bars. Physiologically speaking it is nigh impossible for a male to be able to perform on the uneven bars. The male and female skeletal structure are different; after all the females need a different structure in order to give birth. The uneven bars take advantage of the female skeletal structure to have a flashier routine."
"So you are saying," I replied. "That I may have some biological issue why I have not started puberty?"
"I would not say you start puberty," she replied. "Though I can see why you would say that you have not started puberty since you are looking for the wrong signs. From where I am sitting I would say that there is more than an even chance that you started a female puberty."
In the end I ended up staying at the doctors office until nine o'clock after all we had a lot to discuss and time to make up. When nine o'clock rolled or him around I was surprised that time moved so quickly. Susan requested that I wait out in the lobby while she talked my parents. While Dr. Mallard was talking to my parents a nurse came informed me that Dr. Mallard has requested both a blood sample and a urine sample. They will start testing so that when I get into see the gender specialist they will at least know where to start with. Why the hell do they need so much blood and I will say this I truly hate having to urinate on the spot.
My mother and father went into her office and were in Susan's office for about thirty minutes. When they came out my father looked like he had seen a ghost. He was whiter than white, and my mother looked truly pissed at my father.
"Mason," began my mother. "After hearing what Dr. Mallard had to say I am hereby removing the bans on going anywhere other than school, home, and therapy. Also we are going to re-enroll you in gymnastics should you wish to rejoin gymnastics. We have a lot that we have to figure out thanks to what Dr. Mallard informed us."
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"Son," my father began. "I'm sorry. I just didn't know what to do. I have never in my life thought about wearing anything even remotely feminine and was always taught by my father and grandfather to punish any male who acted even a little feminine. I'm not making excuses for the mistakes that I made this last month. That being said I will get rid of their GPS location on your phone so that you will at least have some privacy. Again I'm truly sorry for how I acted."
This is all said while my father was driving us home. Strangely enough that speech made me want to laugh. I have never in my life even thought for a second day my father would be able to admit that he was wrong and apologize for what he did. And based on how my mother looked it shocked her as well. Though it might be the fact that my father is not exactly the most verbal of people and that had to be one of the longest speeches my father has ever given. The ride home after that speech was kind of surreal after that.
We of course at last got home we went into the house and my mother motioned for me to accompany her to the den. She motioned for me to take a seat and I did so with much trepidation. I knew that this was coming after all I had been ignoring and avoiding both my mother and father for the last month. Strangely I have always been closer with my mother and it was harder to be angry with my mother then my dear old father.
"So," my mother said. "How are you taking the news you are more feminine than masculine?"
"It's strange; part of me wishes say that there is no way that the doctor can be right with what she said. But since she had told me as well as shown me the list of traits which even I have to agree describe me perfectly to a tee. Though I must look at the facts that I even I am able to see now that I am looking for them. The biggest of which is the fact that I never fit in with other guys. I mean come on my best friends…"
I had to stop their I just could not finish that sentence I fear that thanks to my action in the last month that my friends were no longer my friends. And even I could see the looks of disappointment on my friends faces every time that I take somebody other than them for group projects in the classes that we share.
"I really screwed things up," I told my mom with tears in my eyes. "Something tells me that my friends are not my friends anymore."
"I would like to point out that you have been a friend to them for almost a decade. One month should not undo a friendship that strong. How about we send a text message to Emma and ask what she is up to tomorrow. Since you do not have an appointment with a specialist until Monday at 9 AM. Yes that means that you will not be going to school on Monday. They should have at least some of the results back by then from the urine and blood that they took."
I took out my cell phone and selected Emma’s cell phone number with much trepidation and typed: ungrounded at last :-)
And press send. Surprisingly almost immediately I got a text message back saying: and so the mighty Queen is ready to speak with her lowly subjects >:(
Mason: I know now I fucked up…
Emma: well, of course you did.
Mason: you so did not need to agree so quickly
Emma: well when you speak truth I agree
Mason: is there anything I can do to make you forgive me? ;(
Emma: join the c-squad since Stacy quit the squad since she is preggers.
Mason: you do know I was just grounded for the last month due to wearing a dress, right
There was a little bit more of a delay in the next message that I got from Emma: okay you do have a point. How about your word you won't do that again.
Mason: you have my word.
My mother chose that moment to log back into the room and she said, "So did Emma forgive you?"
"Yeah," I replied. "Though she tried to get me to join the cheerleading squad again since they lost a member."
"Yeah her sister is stressing out due to that. So why didn't you join?"
"You're kidding right? I did just get off a one-month grounding for wearing a dress do you not recall?"
"Yes, I recall that though I also recall that there is a chance that there is something else going on with you. I seriously doubt your father would go ballistic a second time since now that we have a doctor on our side. I would like to ask for your forgiveness."
"What for?"
"For not standing up to your father more. In all honesty his response to you wearing a dress was way too severe."
"I forgive you after all if something comes of what Dr. Mallard said there is a chance you will be forced to buy me a brand-new wardrobe. I feel that you should not complain about anything with my new wardrobe if it comes to that we can call it time served."
"Would you like to give living as a female a try even before we go talk to the specialist? If you do I can take you and your friends to the mall tomorrow to start your wardrobe. And of course we'll have to buy you a wig thanks to that awful haircut of yours."
Authors Note: Yes I know that it has been awhile and I know that this is a short chapter. But here it is.
Chapter 4: Curse you Morpheus
I do have to say that it felt really good to be at the mall with my four friends once more. I had missed this in the last few months big time. We were walking past a plus sized store when my mother called for us to stop she said that we were going to have dear old dad try on a dress so that we could get a picture of it. That got all of us giggling, yes I giggled; I am not all that macho to admit that. He wound up in a hot pink thing that made you wish that you could stab your eyes out instead of looking at the person that is wearing it. I put up my cell phone to take a picture, and that is when I woke up.
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I found myself on my bed and saw both my father as well as Madelyn’s father at the foot of my bed looking at me. Oh I guess now would be the time to tell you that Mady’s dad is a doctor.
“Um, what happened?” I asked them both.
“You fainted,” Mady’s Dad explained. “You have been out for about a hour.”
“How did I get from the mall to here,” I asked confused.
“Um,” my dad said. “You were not at the mall. I was asking you why you were in a dress at the hospital and you passed out. I had your brother get you in the bed and called for Tom here to take a look at you.”
That is when I noticed that my dad was sitting on my computer chair and had crutches next to him. I put my hand up to my head and felt my nice long natural hair. And I chose that time to pass out. Though this time if I dreamed I could not tell you of what.
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When I woke up I saw that my Aunt Sally was in my room waiting for me to wake up. Now I have heard my brother’s friends say that my Aunt Sally is hot as hell, though she is just my Aunt to me. She was in the middle of reading a book when I woke up. I must have made a noise because she looked up and saw me.
Sally is five foot eight inches tall with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. “So Sleeping Beauty has chosen to wake up?”
I do the only thing that I can think of doing; I glared at her. “Now is that anyway to treat your loving Aunt who drove two hours to come and talk to you?”
“Um if you wanted to talk to me the telephone would have worked, I am pretty sure.”
“I owe your dad my brother a lot, so when he asked me to come and talk to you I said no problem.”
“What why would you owe him a lot I know that he is like eight years older than you. I would think that you would not have spent that much time together and all that growing up.”
“Well, it has to do with somewhat what happened when I was ten. My father your grandfather caught me wearing one of your grandmother’s dresses.”
“Yeah I could see grandma being maybe mad about that but why would grandpa. Not that I ever meet him I do not see why he would be angry to see his daughter in a dress.”
“Oh, my old name was Steven; I was your father’s younger brother. Your grandfather had me stop everything that could even slightly be called girly and tried to get me to be a real ‘man’. That lasted for about three months until I tried to kill myself. The thing is that the so called girly activities were my release valve. Without it I got so depressed that I did not want to live any more. I ended up moving in with your father in crappy apartment. He got me to promise him that I would not try and kill myself again and got me into therapy.”
“What, for trying to kill yourself?”
“Yes and no. Personally I wish that everyone would talk to a therapist but then again since I am one that explains that. Because your dad knew that he had no idea what to do to help me so got into contact with the T branch of the LBGT group in the area. They sent him to a child therapist that had a really good rep for helping instead of setting people back in the community. I ended up on pills that stopped my puberty until the doctor was able to see if I really wanted what I knew that I did. You see that if you find a guy in women’s clothes it means several things. First he wants to be female, second he gets turned on by them, and last he just likes them. Now I am going to leave and give you some time to think about what you fit into there; I do not want an answer. I do want to warn you that I told your dad to sign you up to see a friend of mine that is in the area that you can talk this through with.”
With that she left the room and I had a lot to think about.