Kid Logic (A Jaci and Dottie story)

“Grow!”

“Come on, grow already!”

Andrea moved quickly to the bedroom of her “niece”, where the shouting was coming from.

“Pretty please with sugar on it, grow!”

‘Drea knocked on the open door, and then peeked inside. There was Dorothy (Or Dottie, as she was sometimes called), with her shirt off, apparently shouting at her chest.

“Tante?” the girl said.

“Hey, Dottie. What’s the shouting about?”

“I’m trying to get my breasts to grow.”

“By yelling at them?”

“Well, I heard it works for plants, so I figured, why not?”

“Well, for one thing, our neighbors probably could do without you shouting.”

“Sorry, Tante.”

“Its okay. But why are you trying to make them grow faster?”

“Cause all the other girls in my class have breasts now. I’m the only one without them. And I dont want to stand out. I do that enough thanks to having that ... thing between my legs.”

“Sweetie, we’ve talked about this. The doctor has agreed to put you on a male hormone blocker, but you’re still too young for female hormones.”

“But why? Why do I have to be the only girl without real breasts?”

“Because we need to be careful about what we do to your body dear. We make an oops, and you could get very sick or worse.”

“Just like I cant get the surgery till I’m eighteen, right?”

“Right hon. I know its hard to wait, but you have to be patient.”

“I.... I’ll try Tante. I love you.”

“:Love you too, little Dottie. Now, finish getting dressed, And dont forget your training bra.”

“But I dont have any breasts, Tante!”

“Consider it practice for when you do, hon.”

“Kay, Tante.” The girl gave Andrea a hug, and then went to her dresser. ‘Drea turned, and went back downstairs to finish making breakfast, shaking her head.

“Shouting at her breasts to make them grow. Well, that’s a new one.” She said to herself. She knew that Dorothy was almost frighteningly intelligent, but she had very little focus, and more imagination than any ten regular kids. Keeping her on track was not easy, and now ‘Drea also had another charge to worry about - little Jaci.

While both girls had been abused in frightening ways, Jaci seemed to not coming back as fast as Dorothy was.

Having finished pouring cereal and milk for both girls, she decided she better check on Jaci, who was being just a bit too quiet for her liking ....

“If its not Dottie, its Jaci. Wonder what mischief Jaci is getting into now ....”