Katie heard a knock on her bedroom door, but ignored it. Sprawled out on her stomach on her bed with a pillow over her head she just wanted to be alone. She couldn't believe what a jerk her brother was being, then again he was always like that, she had just expected that he would have eased up on it in a situation like this. There was another knock and this time she heard her father speak, "Katie, we need to talk."
"I don't want to!"
The sound of her deeper voice only served to further frustrate her. She might have still been a girl between her legs, but there was no way of knowing that from the way she looked and sounded. Her life was over as far as she was concerned, she couldn't go back to school looking like this, she'd never be able to wear a dress again and she had no chance of ever having a boyfriend.
The door opened and her father walked in. She never looked at him as he walked across the room to the desk where she did her homework, pulled her chair over to the bed and sat down, "I know you're upset honey, we all are, but we need to handle this as a family. What Evan did was uncalled for and your mother is talking to him right now."
Her father trailed off, at a loss for words. Katie threw the pillow to the floor and turned to sit on the edge of the bed near her father. She saw him wince when he looked at her face and she self consciously brought a hand up to her facial hair.
"Don't worry," he put a hand on her shoulder and managed a forced little laugh, "learning how to shave isn't that difficult."
At this Katie managed a small laugh of her own, "I know dad, I've been shaving my legs for years now."
Girl talk, or anything he perceived to be girl talk always made her father a bit uncomfortable and he tried to bring the subject back to more familiar ground, "I'm sure your mother gave you the talk on how to be a young woman, and I guess I have to give you the talk on being a young man now."
Afraid that her father was going to launch into a lecture on the 'birds and bees' Katie lifted a hand to stop him, "Don't worry dad, I don't need that talk either."
She pulled her pants tight across her crotch to show that there was nothing there, "I'm still a girl down there."
If anything this seemed to serve to make her father feel better, at least there was more strength in his voice when he spoke again, "Well then, tomorrow we can see about having your mother give you a haircut, but for now I suppose you and Tiffany can try and enjoy your sleepover."
Once her father left the room she got up and walked over to the bathroom to see what her father meant about a haircut. Looking in the mirror made it quite clear what he had meant, with her otherwise masculine features her long hair looked quite absurd. She would miss her long hair, but anything to make going out in public easier would be a good thing. If she dressed and acted the right way no one would ever know that she wasn't a guy.
While in the bathroom she decided that she might as well shave. Even if no one else was going to see her that night she didn't want to look so scruffy. Taking her brother's razor and shaving cream she went through the motions of getting rid of her mustache and beard. Afterward she ran her hand over the now hairless skin of her face. It wasn't as smooth as it had been before, but it was much better than being hairy. She was half tempted to shave away some of her body hair, like she always shaved her legs and under her arms, but she decided it wouldn't be worth the effort. No one cared if a guy had hairy legs or didn't shave his under arms.
Maybe there were some good things about looking like a guy.