I ate my breakfast and rushed out to meet the bus, having some difficulty running in a ten year old body. On the bus I see that Thomas isn't here and sitting down, I figure to myself, "He probably walked to school, the jerk."
When the bus comes to a stop, I'm glad that I haven't shifted schools and getting off the bus, I look for Thomas. Not seeing him, I mutter, "Stupid jerk," and head into the junior high. The clearheaded feeling that I felt when I woke up does not dissipate as I make my way through the day; no problems arise, no mind slips and except for the fact that I am now struggling in my math class, I make it through the day.
In a way my problems in any of the various classed are best solved one way; fake it. I never was a straight A or even B student. Most of my grades are usually C's with the occasional D, but I never got an F. Sticking to this strategy, I pass the days wishing I knew where Thomas was. Sometimes I see him in the halls, but when I run to were I saw him, he's not there anymore. All this goes on for about three weeks and I'm kind of glad that I haven't had a slip of the mind, but I'm also wondering for the other shoe to drop.
And drop it did. It was a Saturday and mother and Katherine had gone somewhere and I'm glad for this because I didn't have to watch my sister. Mother's schedule at her job has been pretty consistent lately and that meant I had time to myself. Most of that time was spent attempting to get a hold of Thomas: I'd decided to try and tell him what I had been going through weeks ago. When I couldn't get in touch with him, I spent the time playing my Play Station or wandering the neighborhood. I had also started using my allowance and other finances to purchase myself some clothes that fit; surprisingly, both my sister and mother still had not commented on my altered appearance. Not even the teachers or anyone I normally encountered in my day to day activities said anything either.
Sitting in front of the telly, playing a video game, I decided that today was a good day to go swimming. Upstairs, I started to head to my room when my mind began to slip and I find myself heading for Katherine's room instead. Shaking my head, attempting to get myself back, I failed in the end and entered my sister's room.
I was greeted by the same Disney and Princess theme, but I felt comfortable in here. Opening the dresser, I asked myself, "What would look cute for swimming; bikini or one piece?"
In the end I selected a cute one piece bathing suit that was pink and purple swirled with a picture of a mermaid on the front. Pulling off my clothes, without thinking about it, I tucked my prepubescent boyhood back and pulled on the swimsuit. It hugged my body in just the right way and made me look like an oh so cute girl. Next I pulled on a somewhat baggy t-shirt that read 'Princess' in glittery lettering and had a picture of Hello Kitty under that. Next I found a pair of my sister's shorts, a dark blue pair that was all one piece and after that pushed my feet into a pair of her open toed sandals.
Not even realizing that I was losing myself, I selected a beach towel with Strawberry Shortcake on it and picking up what I thought as 'Icky boy clothes', I dumped them in my room and collected the necessary change to enter the pool.
Arriving at the pool, I paid the entrance fee and also for a locker. Taking the combination lock, memorizing the code, I entered the girl's locker room. And then I was back and slightly embarrassed because of where I suddenly found myself. Sitting down on a bench, waiting for the screams when people found out that I was really male, thinking how tight this one piece bathing suit was against my penis, I stood up and told myself, "You got yourself into it, now deal with it."
Figuring I had gone this far and that I really wanted to go swimming, I decided to continue as such events had unfolded. Taking off my shorts and shirt, I placed them, the sandals and the towel in a locker and ran out to play in the pool.
All the time I was splashing about, having fun, I kept expecting to hear, "Who's the freak who dressed their son as their daughter?" or "What kind of weirdo lets his son dress in girl's clothing?" or any such thing along those lines. But the most I got was someone telling me, "What a pretty little girl you are. Do you know where your mommy is?" And that was a lifeguard.
After two hours I decided that I’d better get home. "Hope mom's not home," I think to myself as I dry off and begin to get dressed again in Katherine’s clothes. At home, I find nobody there and sighing in relief, head up to my room. Inside I adjust myself so that my penis and testicles are no longer tucked between my legs. Looking in the mirror, I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that I've not transformed anymore. Taking off the sandals, shorts and shirt, opening the closet door and tossing them in, I stop as see something different inside.
Standing in my sister's swimsuit, I see several cubbyholes of various sizes have been built along one wall and each is labeled. Seeing the ballerina costume placed in a particularly wide one, I can see a label reading, 'Costumes' along the shelf portion. As I look at the others and read their labels, such as 'Nightgowns', 'Dry Nights Pull-Ups', and 'Skirts', from behind me I hear some say, "Oh Marcus! Don't you look so cute!?!"
Recognizing the voice, I turn and briefly noting that the doll that I’d taken from Katherine’s room three weeks ago is back and laying on my bed, I see my sister standing in the doorway, grinning. Looking at me, not saying a thing about the bathing suit, Katherine instead asks as me as I wrap the beach towel around my front, "Will you play dress-up and tea-party with me?" Hearing mother downstairs, thinking that the swimsuit was suddenly really tight as it digs into my penis, testicles and the area between my legs, I wonder how to answer her.