That night, at home, I got ready for a banquet for my father’s Promotion. He had been a successful business man since marriage, starting low, but making his way quickly up the food chain, by no fault of mine. Now, at forty-one years old, he was one of the most respected, and well liked men of New York. He was rich, but he preferred not to show it. Instead, he donated a considerable amount of money to Organizations that researched cures for deceases and those that funded the schools in third world countries. I was proud of my father. He had gone from rags to riches. It was the American dream. I put on my suite and met my family downstairs.
We got in the car and drove there. A valet met us out side and parked our car as we went inside. The banquet was uneventful, but on the way home, my little brother was complaining about how girls were ugly and had cooties. There was no changing his mind on the subject, so I muttered something under my breath, turning away and covering my mouth. “I wish my little brother will turn into a girl in five seconds.” Five, four, three, two, one. Suddenly, my brother stopped talking as his features softened up a little. His hair grew a little longer, and his suit turned into a white dress. I wish that everyone besides myself and he thought that he had always been a she and would not notice him exploring himself and that he would be unable to tell anyone that he used to be a boy.
My 8 year older brother, now my sister, pulled up the hem of his-her- skirt and found a pair of white girl panties underneath. She pulled them down and I saw clearly the pre-pubescent female genitalia. He saw them too, but was unable to do anything to express it.