I guess that I fell asleep at some point, I don't really know how. But the next thing I know I'm being shaken awake and mommy is saying, "Time to get up girls. Breakfast's on the table. Katherine, Ashley, did either of you wet the bed?"
Shaking my head, I slide out of bed and toddle toward the kitchen, clutching my favourite doll. Sitting down at the table, I eat a breakfast of French Toast and Sausage Links. As I finish up, mommy says to my sister and I, "when your done hurry up and get dressed. We're going to see your grandmother and grandfather."
Suddenly excited about visiting our grandparents, I finish my breakfast and race my sister back to the room we share. It's only when I remove my nightgown and pull-up and see my prepubescent boyhood between my legs that my former mind snaps back into place and I realize that I'm really a boy and not a girl. Looking in the mirror I see reflecting back an eight year old boy with bluish grey eyes and dark red hair that fell past his shoulders. My silent musing was interrupted by Katherine saying, "Hurry up and get dressed Ashley. We're going to see grandma and grandpa."
Something about the name Ashley brought about a mind slip, but I shook my head and instead went to my dresser. Opening the top drawer I took out a pair of white panties and a pair of white socks with bows on the sides. From the next drawer I took out a long sleeve white turtle neck and from the third drawer I choose a pair of light pink corduroy bib-overalls. Sitting down on my bed, I began to pull my clothes on.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something was off. I knew that I was a male, no matter how many time mommy called me her little girl. But if I was a boy, why did everyone call me Ashley? That one I could not figure out. Seeing my wallet sitting on the dresser, I stood and opening it, I saw my I.D. for Thomas Jefferson Junior High.
It listed my name and age, but where is said my sex and gender there was a capital F. I thought it odd that it said my age was fifteen when I thought that I was three. After all, Katherine is my older sister. This was all interrupted when my mommy came in and said, "Ashley, you can play later. Now get into the kitchen so I can fix your's and Katherine's hair before we leave."
Dropping the wallet onto the floor, I ran toward the kitchen. As mommy ran a brush through my hair and then did it up in pigtails, I asked, "Can I please bring Angelina along?"
Mommy agreed and I ran back to my room to get my plush mouse, only to remember I'd left her on the table. After I'd gotten Angelina, I went and put on my shoes and coat. Next, mommy buckled me and Katherine into our booster seats in the backseat.
During the two hour drive out to our grandparents farm, I sat in silence, trying to remember all the things from my life as a boy. Hell, I couldn't even remember my old name. It didn't help that I kept getting distracted and I'd find myself playing with Katherine. It was only when we arrived that I finally had another clue.
Jumping out of the car as soon as mommy unbuckled me, I ran to my grandfather. He picked me up in a hug and said, "Marcus. How's my youngest granddaughter."
Giggling, I replied, "I'm fine." but in truth, I was not okay.
I now had a new thing to think over; mainly why grandpa had called me Marcus. Who was Marcus? Was that me before all this started? I followed in silence, hugging Angelina in a motherly fashion and once and while joking with my older sister. As I did this, I tried to sort out the information I still had at the moment.