Dottie’s Dare - A Jaci and Dottie story
Dotte sat in the small security office of the local mall with her head down, wondering how things got this far out of hand.
It had all started that morning, when Dottie’s sister Jaci was trying to use her “manly man” voice, and Dottie decided it would be fun to show Jaci what she sounded like.
So when Jaci said “I’m a manly man”, Dottie crouched down putting her hands between her feet and said “Ribbit, Ribbit, you sound like a frog!”
Unfortunately, as she was trying to straighten up again, Tante Drea came around the corner and saw her, and shouted “Dottie! If you have to go, go in the bathroom!”
That made Jaci fall over laughing, and Dottie flushed with embarrassment.
So not long after, Dottie went to her room, and got out the grubby jeans and t-shirt she wore when she was doing stuff around the garden, and added to it a bulky sweater that might hide her growing breasts. She then put on a pair of plain sneakers, and tucked her hair under a cap before deciding she looked boyish enough, and stepped out to find Jaci.
Jaci did a double-take at her appearance, and said, “What are you doing?”
“I have a dare for you. You keep saying you’re a boy, and I’m a girl. Well, let’s find out who is more of a boy. Get your most boyish clothes on, and come with me to the mall. Then whichever one of us gets outed as a girl first loses. Will you take my dare?”
“Oh,..... you are so on!” Jaci said, and ran to her room to find something boyish to wear.
So a short time later the two girls walked into the mall, and went to a clothing store. They went to the boy’s department, and found a saleslady, and Dottie tried out her most boyish voice in saying “Looking for some new pants, can you help me?”
“Yeah, me too.” Jaci added.
“Oh are you two girls shopping for your brother or something?” the saleslady asked.
“Girls? I’m a boy.” Dottie said.
“Me too.” Jaci added.
“Sure you are, and I’m the queen of England. Now do you want some clothes for your brother or not?”
Dottie couldn’t hold it together any longer, and fled the store, with Jaci on her heels.
“Well, I guess I win.” Jaci said.
“What? She said you were a girl too. She saw us both as girls, so I guess that’s a tie.”
“So what now?”
“We try again. Let’s use the boys washroom, that will surely show which of us is more the girl.”
Jaci nodded, and followed Dottie to the washrooms, but just as Dottie was about to go into the boy’s washroom, a man stepped out, and did a double-take.
“Excuse me.” Dottie mumbled, trying to get past the man.
“Where do you think you’re going missy? The girls bathroom is over there.” The man said.
“But I’m a boy!” Dottie exclaimed.
Before the man could respond to this, Jaci said, “Girls today, what can you do with them? Excuse me, this real boy needs to pee.”
The man looked at Jaci and said, “I don’t know what you two girls are playing at, but you cant go snooping in the boys bathroom. Now, take off, both of you, before I call security.”
“But I’m really a boy!” Wailed Jaci, forgetting to try and use her “manly” voice.
“Me too!” Dottie said desperately.
“Okay, that does it.” The man hit a blue button on the side of the wall, and before either girl knew what was going on they were being dragged into the security office, to wait for Tante to come pick them up, which is when Dottie slumped in her chair and tried to figure out what went wrong.
Eventually, Tante Drea came, and both girls got a stern talking to, and knew they’d have another when they got home, which indeed happened.
“You’re lucky they didn’t decide to ban the both of you! Whatever made you girls try this?” Drea asked in exasperation.
“Jaci keeps saying she’s a boy, and I’m a girl, when I know I’m just a boy who had to become a girl to get away from what happened to him.” Dottie sniffled as she replied, “And so I was gonna show her that she cant pass for a boy, and I can.”
“And did you .... pass for a boy?”
“Nnnooo....”
“How about you, Jaci, did anyone think you were a boy?”
Jaci said nothing, but shook her head sadly.
“Look, both of you. Being the type of girl you both are is hard, and sometimes, you’re going to struggle, and start believing that you are some kind of fake. Believe me, I’ve been there too. But I can tell you both, unequivocally, that you are both girls. Your mannerisms, your bodies, your voices, all say to the world quite loudly that you are girls, without any doubts, just like I am.”
“Tante? you’ve kinda hinted you were like us. Will you tell us your story?” Dottie pleaded.
“Maybe soon, I will. But first, I have to think of a good punishment for the both of you.”
Dottie’s face fell, and Jaci looked at her shoes.
“This is another fine mess you’ve got me into.” Dottie said to her sister.
“Say what?”
End
After the Dare - A Jaci and Dottie Story
Author’s note: this is a sequel to “Dottie’s Dare”, so you should read that one first ....
Drea DiMaggio sat at her kitchen table, and tried to massage a headache away.
Raising two wounded transgender girls was a huge challenge, and sometimes, like now, she wondered if she was really the best person for the job.
The latest incident was a tough one - Her two charges, Dorothy (Dottie) and Jaci, had dressed as boys, and tried to enter the boys washroom at the local mall, and Drea was trying to figure out how best to put the girls back on the right track.
She understood a lot of what happened, especially for Dottie. The girl had been dealt a series of hard psychological blows lately - finding out her breasts were growing on their own, finding out she had an ovary, finding out that said ovary might have to be removed before it became a cancer, and then finding out that her mother was in the hospital with cancer, and not doing well.
The cumaltive effect of these blows had eroded Dottie’s confidence badly enough that she was starting to retreat to being a boy, despite the fact that she simply didn’t pass as one. Every word she spoke, every move she made just screamed “girl”, but somehow, she simply couldnt see that and was convinced people like Drea and her friends at school were humoring a crazy boy.
This fed into the problems her sister Jaci had with her gender. Jaci was convinced if she could be a boy her parents would love her again, and kept trying to be one, despite the fact she was actually even more girly than Dottie in her voice and movements. Not only that, she had been so lavishly tortured by her parents for not being a boy that she still suffered PTSD attacks every time she tried to put on boy clothes, and had only recently gotten well enough that she coulld wear pants of any type, and even then only the most girly ones available.
Because of this history, Drea hesitated to simply punish the girls for their little stunt, but instead was trying to find a way to boost the confidence of the girls enough that they could accept themselves as they were, seeing what happened as more of a cry for help rather than anything else.
Drea began flipping through the paper, and then she saw a possible answer - Ballet classes. She knew that Dottie had been watching a movie called “Barbie in the Pink Shoes” and had been trying to do some of the ballet moves when she thought no one was watching her, so she suspected it wouldnt take much to get Dottie to buy into going to a class, and the class would no doubt help her regain some of her lost confidence.
Jaci, however would be a tougher nut to crack, and it was possible that without Jaci there Dottie would get overwhelmed and would retreat even further away from her natural self, so somehow Jaci would have to be persuaded to participate.
Drea thought for a while, and then went to Jaci’s room. She sat down beside the girl on her bed, and took a deep breath before beginning.
“Jaci what the two of you did was very bad, you understand that right?”
“But .....I should be using the boy’s washroom. I have to be a boy!”
“I know that’s how you feel right now, but frankly I’m worried what’s been happening to your sister, and I need you to put aside your feelings to help me help her.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Jaci, havent you noticed how much Dottie tries to be like you? She imitates you all the time. And I’m worried she’s trying to be a boy to be like you now. And that’s not all. The more she tries to be a boy, the less confidence she has in being a girl, and the more she’ll hide from the world. That would be really bad for her, do you understand?”
“I ... I guess. But what can I do?”
“I’m going to sign Dottie up for Ballet. But I suspect she wont go unless you go too. Can you put aside your feelings and go with her? At least until she gets some confidence back?”
“You mean, take ballet? Wear a tutu, that kind of thing? Ballerinas are so pretty .... But I’m too manly for that!”
“Be that as may. will you try your best, for Dottie?”
“Dottie really needs this?”
“I believe so. Honestly, I cant think of anything that might help her more. So, will you try?”
“I .... I guess I can. For my sister’s sake.”
Drea smiled, and kissed the girl on the forehead and then said, “Good. We’ll tell Dottie tomorrow, and get started as soon as school is out. Thank you, Jaci.”
“Sure. I mean, what’s a little time in a tutu for my sister?”
Drea smiled again, and then said, “Good night, Jaci.” And got up, turned out the light, watched the child settle, and then stepped out of the room.
With some luck, Ballet could help Jaci too, Jaci hadn’t fooled her, she could see the idea excited the girl, but she was fighting it, thinking she should act more “manly” than that. But maybe if she can justify doing it as for her sister, she can forget to fight how feminine she is, and maybe heal a little at the same time.
Drea went to her own room to say a prayer to that effect before falling asleep.
Tomorrow could be a very interesting day .....
Dottie’s Dance Recital
Drea DiMaggio couldnt help but beam at her two little charges.
After months of upheaval, both girls needed something to bring them some smiles, and it turned out that taking ballet had done the trick, especially for Dottie.
With the support of her classmates, she was really coming out of her shell, letting her true feminine self show through.
Soon, she was doing the steps as gracefully as any other girls, and the teacher decided she and the other new students needed a reward, so she planned a little recital based on the ballet “Swan Lake” .
That created a small problem for her other charge Jaci, because at first she wanted to play the male lead, but the teacher wanted her to play the “Black Swan” - the daughter of the main antagonist in the story, but Drea was able to head that off by reminding Jaci that this might be a pivotal moment for Dottie, a step that would build her confidence in her presentation as a girl to the point where she could fight those occasions when she doubted herself.
Then the teacher dropped the big bomb - that she was bringing in a couple of boys to play the male parts in the production.
Drea wondered how little Dottie would handle this, but not long after the boy who was to play the prince came, she found out.
Dottie was obviously having a flashback, and the boy took her hand gently and spoke soothingly to her until the flashback stopped.
She thanked him shakily, and then went to Drea and Jaci to re-center herself , but she was blushing every time she looked back at the young man.
Several weeks past, and then the day of the production came.
Jaci was amazingly graceful, but there was no question that Dottie was the star of the show, and her joy at being free to be a girl was like a light that illuminated the whole room.
The play ended, and Dottie and Jaci would be waiting in the dressing room.
Drea hoped that Dottie would like the little surprise she had for them ....
Dottie, Jaci, and the rest of the dancers were in the dressing room, giggling and congratulating each other when Drea came into the room.
“You were amazing, girls. And Dottie, I have a surprize for you.” Drea said, and then stepped aside to let the person behind her in the room.
“M... Mom?”
Dottie’s mother looked ravaged from the cancer treatment, but she managed a smile.
“Hey sweetie. You looked beautiful tonight.”
Dottie blushed, and said, “Are you .... okay?”
“Not yet, sweetie. But I’m fighting. There’s a little girl I want to see grow up. And based on what I’ve seen, and what Drea told me about you and a certain young man, I would say that wouldn’t be too long in coming.”
“Oh mom!”
To be continued .....