I know I know is she ever gonna finish one story ...Its not my fault every time I sleep a new story comes and this gosh forsaken muse will not let me alone till I doth write it.
Quit that!
Child prodigy. Simple words and when one is found you hear that they are usually sent or trained and then are in papers and such. But what of the ones that are not discovered.
Good question isn't it? I should know it turns out I am one such. My name is Dane Thomas. I do not have a middle name. However many of you may know me by a much different name. Sailor D. Yes I am she from that rock group. It all started about a year ago...
My family is poor. My mother did not take the death of my father well when we kids. Our slum of a house is not in the best neighboorhood, No dead stripped cars on this street, thats only because the hulks were cut up and removed to be sold as scrap metal. Like many houses here the front lawn has long since turned to seed, nobody can afford to cut their grass. Once white wooden fence is broken or falling apart. Steel doors on houses, and no lower windows they have been long since been either boarded up or bricked up. Most of the people on this block are struggling with mortgages.
One block over is a police station so the street doesn't see much crime during the day.
To me who knows no better it just is the way things are. Child welfare regularly visits this street looking for violators. My mother does fear these people. To that extent my mother does work. She is a waitress at a diner in a better area. She takes a bus to get there everyday and on weekends, holidays, and some evenings she is a maid at one of those reception things. When my sister and I were old enough we would help her at these receptions. I am not crasy about the white blouse, black skirt bit.
It started as a misunderstanding. You see my sister is older than me. I regularly get her hand me downs. Which would be okay if she wasn't a girly girl. I'm the only boy in the area that almost everyone thinks is a girl. The free clinic has so far been unable to explain why I look more like a girl. Heck I fit one of my sisters old bras quite well. I have worn panties since I was little.
I have put my foot down on a few things. The hand me downs I only wear inside the house. Underwear must have not been worn more than once. I prefer to wear jeans or jean shorts when possible. But like I said my sister is a girly girl so I have a number of skirts and girly tops. No dresses thank you very much I do draw the line somewhere. My sister buys most of her clothes with her babysitting money.
Don't get the wrong idea mother does buy us some clothes. Once a year I get new boy or boy cut jeans and a t shirt. This is bought along with school supplies. And new shoes. These are my school clothes. By the end of the school year they tend to get a bit treadbear though. I wear them out on special occasions or for the child welfare interviews.
You see like I said we are poor. My mother loves us tons but between paying for a mortgage, the bills and putting food on the table, much of which is leftovers from work, there just isn't money for anything else.
Hospital trips are avoided if at all possible. So for most part its the free clinic. They are not well funded so things like scans or even xrays are done at the hospital, which requires money, which we therefore cannot get. Antibiotics and some shots are free, other medications such as testosterone are not. I got a shot of testosterone once and got a bit sick so until they can do further testing I cannot even get that.
We know I am male that has been verified. But I really don't look like one, I don't even sound like one my voice has not broken. School is not fun. Since I am different many of the kids avoid me. Tormenting me is past its time. If the class is separated into boys on one side and girls on the other its a toss up to see where I am placed.
It is junior high and I like most of class mates am 13. I am fairly smart so I do have some friends. Most consider me a girl, sigh, and I am treated as such. It doesn't help that the school principle, school nurse, and counselor thought it best that I use the girls washroom and changerooms 2 years ago. There is limits on that. I am accompanied by an adult. The boys side just beat me up to often. Since I am male and do not shoot blanks this was the best compromise. Some parents are not thrilled about it.
I should also mention that just about everyone calls me Dee. Its a nickname as Dane and my appearance are a little much for most people. When I started to help my mom at the receptions the manager told her point blank that Dee has to dress just like all the other girls. Hence the black skirt and white blouse. Its just clothes you get used to it after awhile.
I am trying to make some money of my own. Its why my hair is so long and well kept. When it is long enough I will get it cut off and it will be someones wig. In the meantime I get free trims shampoos and whatnot at the local salon. $600 is alot of money. My ears are pierced for the reception thing. Otherwise I do not wear earrings.
So anyways, I was at home, making something to eat and doing my homework. My laundry was washed and hanging to dry for tommorow. In the meantime I was wearing one of my sisters old outfits, jean skirt and pink top with ruffles. My Hair was up in a pony tail High on the back of my head. It gets caught if I put it lower. My sister was out babysitting. Mom as usual was working.
Knock knock who could that be? I use the peep hole to see who it is. Its a couple girls from school. I don't even think about what I am wearing and open the door to let them inside quickly.
"Hey Jen what brings you guys here?"
"Wow Dee your cute."What? Oh my god.
"Its not what you think my clothes are drying these are hand me downs from my girly sister to wear till they are dry."
" You know with a bit of makeup and earrings nobody would mistake you for a boy" Like I need to be told this when I am trying to be a boy in the first place. Jen and a few other girls at school think I really am a girl.
"I wish my breasts were as big as yours" take them please I wont mind at all" what are they a c cup?"
"B cup. So why are you guys here, not that I mind friends coming over but it is unusual the area is a bit rough."
"Well girlfriend"cringe" we need another girl for the talent contest at school as Margie is grounded"
"Okay there is lots of girls as school. So why are you here?"
"Sometimes Dee you are so blond. We want you girl. You are almost the same size as Margie and should fit her costume."
"Common please Dee. We really need someone for our band."
"Yes Dee its so cool Jens da got us the coolest looking instruments and we have been practicing in their garage so that we look like we are really playing."
"The outfits are like tottaly uber cool" thats Sam she is a wannabe valley girl. It takes some getting used too to understand her.
All these comments would probably work on a girl but since I am not a girl, contrary to what I look like at moment, It has less of a chance of making me want to join. Don't get me wrong I am flattered that someone has asked me. I wasn't even thinking of going at all I usually miss these school things. I am interested in seeing the instruments though. I know Jens dad is like loaded. The only reason she comes to our school is that she is a bit of a rebel and got kicked out of some 4 private schools.
"We will give you the prize money if we win." Okay the $50 would go a long way to buying some new boy jeans.
"At least come look before you decide Dee." Homework is done and my laundry will take hours to dry on the line. The girls are already moving me towards the door while I am in thought.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to look after all." Maybe I can get 2 pairs of jeans.
"Cools!! Where is your purse?"
"Don't have one my house keys are on that table though." Brit hands me my keys and I lock the many locks on our door. Then try to shove them into my jeans pocket.. what the where is my... NO oh no. Yep I left the house in that blasted jean skirt and ruffle top. I look down I dont even have my shoes just the work ones. Gods I have to change and turn back to house.
"What are you doing Dee."
"I have to get changed before someone sees me like this"
"Why its not that out of date. You look great actually you should wear skirts to school." Sure and get the tar beaten out of me whenever a teacher is not looking. Not gonna happen.
Outside on other side of our fence is a Minivan. The door opens on its own and the girls enter. I have to follow of course. Karens mom is at the wheel. She is a nice lady and always kind. She like the girls is convinced I'm a girl however. I went to Karen birthday about 3 months back. I wore my best jeans and shirt. Her mom is something of a professional housewife. She can sew and make clothes. Its really impressive. Best I can do is some stitching as I am not allowed to use my sisters sewing machine.
"Dee its nice to see you dressed as a girl for once. Be careful to smooth your skirt under you dear and slide into cars when wearing a skirt. You don't want to get the boys excited." I really really should have gotten changed. I just blush and sit there after putting on my seatbelt.
We are soon on our way and about 2 blocks from my house I remember I didn't put away the bread and mayo. Nor did I leave a note. Hope I don't get in trouble.
Soon we pass out of the slums area into a mid class neighboorhood. Chainlink fences give way to open yards the further we go. Not long after we enter the new housing area that only the rich can afford. Open scuplted front lawns with patterned concrete walks and curving driveways leading to double and triple car garages. We eventually pull into one such driveway. This must be Jens house. The girls excitedly get out of the van before its even turned off. I kinda follow behind them but stop as the garage door opens revealing musical instruments.
There is a guitar on a stand its a very light pink but the base of the guitar is transparent. It seems to call to me. I approach it and pick it up. It feels almost alive in my hands and I strum accross the strings which release a rich sound muted of course since its electric but still it hits a corrosponding sound in me. I am soon putting my fingers to each metal bar on the neck which changes the sound. I am beyond joy and completely and utterly in a world all my own as I continue to stroke the strings and change my finger position. I find i can do multiple finger positions which change the sound again. I do not know how or why, nor do I really care, but I remember the place of each finger combination without looking.
After some time entranced in the moment of pure joy I start to make sounds like I have heard over the radio. One of my favorite is the opening of Sharp dressed Man by ZZ top. The guitar rift is just awesome. It takes me three tries to get the sound almost right. Exstacy. ABout this time I find a switch on the bottom of guitar which I can hear the sound I am creating issuing forth from the speakers around me. Its even better. With a huge smile on my face I rip into that into riff kinda flowing it out. The guitar base seems to light up with lightning inside of it. I just close my eyes and let go. The sound I am creating is a high like no other.
Soon however I have to stop as my poor fingers are sore. I have no calcuses for doing this. As the last notes die away on the wind I open my eyes to see the girls, Karens mom, three more ladies, and a couple of men and teenagers all staring at me with thier mouths open.
"I'm Sorry. Please don't be mad." I am shaking as I lovingly place that magic guitar into its stand again.' It just happened, I don't know what came over me. I swear I have never done anything like that before."
Tears of sadness overcome me and I choke out that I will leave and stuff. However my self pity is interupted by clapping. Soon all those at the garage entrance are all clapping hard with huge smiles on their faces.
"Dee that was awesome! I didn't know you could play! You are soo in the band now girl!" With that the girls all come over and smother me in a group hug.
"But I can't play. I have never even picked up a guitar before. Look at my fingers!" They are very red and one is actually bleeding.
"You mean like never ever?" The valley girl doth speaketh.
"Yes never."
"Oh My GOD! Your a prodigy." Whats a prodigy?
I got listening to a song and well I sorta went wild on this instead of Belle chapter 8.. enjoy.
"Dee take care of table 3 they are out of gravy."says the guy in the chefs hat. He is a newbie never seen him at one of these gigs before. Which is no surprise. Most letter chefs do a gig like this only if they are piss broke.
"Kay."I respond back. The gravy pitcher on its warming pad is easy enough to carry, walking in the stupid skirt with flat shoes that have almost no grip on grass is another story. My other hand is out to balance me at points with its red fingers. The bruises/cut/blisters I got from playing around on Jen's guitar still kinda hurt. Since I'm a guy I tough it out, no really we just don't have any bandaids at home so I don't really have much choice in that regard. I'm right handed so I almost never use my left anyways so it's not a big deal. They will heal up eventually.
I know Karen's mom is working on something that will let me and my 'baby' fingers play in the meantime. She won't tell me what it is though. The fittings are embarressing enough. The first costume fitting at Jen's was a bit embarressing as the costume is well...
Have you ever seen that old anime called Sailor Moon? Okay well picture that costume with the long elbow gloves, the flary skirt, the whole sailor top in different colors for each person. Margie's costume was to be Sailor Venus... or close too anyways. I just happen to fit it mostly okay. I didn't really see anything wrong with it, well aside from the fact that my belly button is bared for all to see. Yeah about that see unlike the anime from below the err bust to the skirt top its bare. The top shows alot of cleavage too. More than I like as you can see the crack between the two instead of totally covering it like the anime did. Still has the big bow thing at the joining though. My err breasts were a bit squished though so Karen's mom is doing some adjusting.
I was adament that I did not want to recognized by anyone so the girls all huddled and came up with the idea to dye my normally shit brown hair, okay they call it dark auburn, hair to honey blond with a washout dye that wont hurt my hair. They also tried some stage makeup to give my right eye this big star pattern in black that goes from my nose to about a finger width outside of my eye and is round. It looks pretty good but the big thing was the look totally changed my appearance.
Tomorrow night I get to go for a final fitting and then the day after that is the big airband concert at school. Well talent show but really its an airband concert for some girl at school who broke her leg or something. Raise money and all that. I don't get it and never really cared before. I know the girls have been working at playing alot though Jen and Karen haven't even been in school the last three days.
Jen gave me an mp3 player to listen to the songs we will be playing. I like the Ac/dc Shiny Dressed Man one since I can let go on the guitar again. Just thinking about it makes my heart ache. Joan Jett, some other bands that are older mostly girl bands. The songs are all kinda upbeat and dancy types. We are only supposed to play one maybe two songs at most before we are booed offstage, its how its gonna be judged some old show gunk or gonk or something. Still Jen plans for everything apparently.
"Here is your gravy." and I pour the gravy into the gravy pitcher for the wedding party. I do the little twist thing as I finish so that it doesn't drip all over the tablecloth. Aside from making room for me the party ignores me totally as usual. Which is fine by me. Getting 'Thank you miss' or 'Good girl!' just is so wrong on so many levels. The little flower girl in the pink lacy dress with a ton of petticoats just stares at my chest with envy. Sigh there is always one.
My braid swings around as it is a single braid down my back tonight. Sometimes Mom or sis do the whole play with the braid into the rest of my hair thing. It's really freaky how girly it makes me look so I prefer the single braid down the back thing over that. I know its still somewhat girly but some guys have that braid as well. I just remind myself that one day the doctors will figure out what is going on with me and maybe I can get back to being a guy.
I go back to the main dinner tent with the gravy pitcher to be put back on its warming pad. I sit down on the chair and nibble on a piece of baked ham from my plate. The one nice thing about being a server at these functions is that we get to have a nice plate during the meal to munch on. The bad part is having to sit like a girl which squishes my nuts painfully. I need to rearrange things down there a bit, which I don't have time to do right now while wearing the stupid skirt. The potatoes are good, mashed with some bits of bacon and spices. The ham is juicy and has that strong ham taste of wood smoked not the fake tangy one that is like super sweet. There is some chicken that is not too dry, rice, salad of course with vinaigrette. Its a nice meal if a bit on the light side. As staff we have choice of water, juice(no idea what kinda but I don't like the smell of it)coffee or tea. The soda pop that one would normal find at these events is absent. No turkey so if we get leftovers for takehome they would be maybe some ham, the salad, and the soup that nobody even really ate.
The desert for a wedding is of course the wedding cake which has not yet been cut by the bride and groom. Not that I want any anyways. Its diabetic cake, so no real sugar but that sorbal stuff instead, which taste like crap to me.
"Dee table 6 needs water." and I'm off with the pitcher of ice water to replace the old one. Gives me time to think though. Jen and Karen are all excited about the show. I know that Margie has told me at school that they are planning something to make me not feel out of place for the show as well. I wonder what that is as she won't tell me.
The rest of the evening is cleaning up after the revelers while they consume judicious amounts of alcohol, which I cannot drink, and leaving various pieces of clothing in spots they are sure to lose them if we don't pick them up. It seems I'm not alone in the distaste for the cake as most of it remains untouched. Of course I spilled stuff all over my white blouse and had to change it at the van. Oh the van well the sponser/organizer who does the events for people has this van where we can swap out blouses,skirts if they get stained, we get charged out of our pay for the cleaning of the stuff and we only get to keep on set at home each time but they are supplied. I hate him as I preferred my old suit of white shirt pants, you know boy stuff.
His lame explanation was that people expect the girls to wear skirts and blouses at these things. It's the stated uniform for the female staff. Hence I could get not get called to work again, along with mom and sis which I can't do to them. They guy is a prick plain and simple. If we didn't need the money badly I would just walk away. At least he can't make me wear any makeup. The earrings, which are studs and tiny, are a concession on the femininity sis came up with.
I don't wear them everyday maybe once a week or so if that so my holes are not really all that noticeable. The girls at school are always wondering, but to polite to ask ...most of the time, why I don't dress up for school. I used to tape down my chest but that was uncomfortable and everyone knew I had breasts anyways so it was also pointless. I wear a sports bra instead, which is about as boyish as I can get them. So aside from the bra and panties I wear boy style jeans and a hoodie over a plain white or blue dress shirt with long sleeves.
I have pocket protectors at home in a nice plastic clear case. I'd be nuts to wear them to school. The most I have ever had for facial hair is like 3 black hairs and some peach fuzz. Had being the operative word. They got removed via a waxing before one of the events and never grew back. Everyday I see all the other boys with mustaches, well they try, or beard shadows and stuff and can't help but be jealous. The only jealous looks I get are from girls I would rather be able to date.
Oh come on lets face it I look...cute in a girl way. The girls at school see me as competition not as the opposite sex, even if they know better intellectually.
The doctors say that its possible to get the breasts removed when I stop growing. Till then it's inadvisable to have them removed. They say that if it becomes a serious problem then they can be removed. I would need to see a shrink for that, which costs money we don't have, and is not really therefore possible.
For the most part it really isn't a problem. I don't really get treated that bad or teased much. Some kids have bully problems but I don't. I'm not a leper or have some disease so I get along with kids at school. It's just it's all girls that befriend me instead of boys who shun me or try to get me to go on dates with them.
I do not want to know any makeup tricks. Yes I do know something about how to put on this or that makeup but honestly I hate the stuff. I mean really it seems so fake and all. Yeah I know bit of a hypocrite as I asked to be made unrecognizable for the show but that's like stage makeup. You know like actors wear?
School the next day was more of the same old thing where people mostly ignored me or asked me if I knew what the girls were gonna do for the show. Oh that well Jen, Margie, Karen and Sam just didn't tell anyone that Margie wouldn't be playing. Hence as far as anyone knows, and I really prefer it that way, I'll just be at home as usual. Since most of the kids at school don't know how long my hair really is, I keep it tucked down my shirts, they shouldn't really know who will be on stage. The kids know I got long hair and that I tuck it down my shirt but that's it.
You see my hair is almost to my ass and full. Some woman somewhere specifically wants my hair to be long, actually a bit longer yet about another 6 inches, for a wig to replace her lost hair. She had cancer and the chemo ruined it. For now she is using some cheap wig that looks like a wig. I'm not a wig person but apparently it needs to be a certain length because of tieing and stuff to be a shoulder length bob. Not to mention leaving me with some hair. My shampoo is free and so is my conditioner so I can't complain. Still $600 for a bit of work is alot of money we can really use. Sis is also trying to grow hers out for donation but things keep happening to it.
At the end of the day Jen , as per previous arranged cue, asks me for some help on some homework and then Karen comes up and does the whole girlfriend greet thing while at first ignoring me. Then its a go to her house for the study session. Really its just a bit of play acting so nobody knows. Its sneaky and mean to the other students. I love it.
The final fitting is pretty good as far as the skimpy costume goes. At least I don't feel so squished anyways. They tell me how cute I look and how hot I will look tomorrow. Margie is to stay home, she got caught smoking a cigarette and her parents are punishing her, so tomorrow I won't be Dee at school. I'll be the mysterious Sailor Venus or Sailor V for short. Yeah as part of the whole contest those in it can wear the costume all day. This should be interesting to say the least. The bow thing at the bust makes me look bigger than normal.
The other girls get changed into there outfits while Karen's mom shows me the special gloves she made just for me to be able to play. The tips have some plastic hidden under the fabric to help protect my fingers. I go to the basement where the instruments are stored for now and try the guitar. It's doable I can't quite feel the strings as before but within a few minutes I get the trick of it. I get so absorbed in the guitar and picking away that I don't see the other girls come in and sit down or stand at there instruments.
Its kind of a shock to see them all done up as none of them are all that recognizable. Jen is sporting pink hair and has a teddy bear around her eye. Karen has a rose around her eye, and Sam the drummer has a skull on hers which goes with her black hair and makes her look wicked. I click the switch on the guitar and strum up something. Sam, who I have never see play drums before , goes nuts once she recognizes the tune on the drums. So does Karen on the keyboard and Jen who is on the other guitar.
If you have ever seen a cartoon called Ironman Armored Adventures. The theme song at the beginning? Well thats what we got into playing but we fleshed it out and changed one or two lyrics. Like teenaged to tragic and little things. It became an Ironman song for even the movies and sounded so cool.
What I had to test out the gloves!