A Senior Year to Remember- Chapter 3

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A Senior Year to Remember- Chapter 3

Bethany Starr
Thanks To Stanman63 For Editing!

Synopsis:When Robert's lying, habitual stealing, and attitude about women gets to be too much for his mother, she comes up with a Plan to help her delinquent son turn around.

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As I lay sobbing on my bed, I could hear Mom talking to Josh. I wasn’t sure what she wasn’t saying and I didn’t care. Even if no one recognized me at the mall, I just knew that as soon as I stepped through the doors of my school, Josh’s reaction would be the reaction of every other student in the building.

I angrily took of my blouse and skirt, wadded them in a ball, and threw them in the corner. I started to take off my bra and panties and stopped. I didn’t have any other underwear and I was kind of reluctant to take them off.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my emotions down. Crying wasn’t going to help. I turned my thoughts to revenge. Usually if someone crossed me, I’d make them pay by stealing something they cherished. It helped move my emotions in a different direction.

I was about to start thinking about what I could do to hurt Josh when I stopped. I knew that if I did something Mom would probably escalate my punishment. Plus there was no way I could get back at an entire school when they started laughing at me. Frustrated by inability to retaliate, I threw myself onto my bed and buried myself under the covers.

“Rebecca? Dinner’s ready. Are you OK, Baby Girl?”

“STOP IT MOM! I’m not a girl! I’ll never be a girl! And when I go to school in a few weeks, everyone will recognize me and I’ll be a laughingstock. I can’t believe you’re making me do this. I’ll probably get beat up everyday after this!” I was angry and I hoped that maybe a guilt trip would get me what I wanted.

“Becky, stop that. Don’t worry about it, you’ll be all right. Just stay away from your macho friends and you’ll be fine!”

“No, Mom. I won’t be fine. Even if no one recognizes me at school, there’s still the problem of my name, my family, where I live. You can’t just make up a new identity. Even if you could, I’m a BOY! You can’t just turn people into something they’re not. It’s not like I like being a girl and you’re giving me what I want. This will never work.”

Mom looked at me with a strange look on her face, “Becky is there something bothering you? I mean besides what’s going on with school? If it’s Josh, I talked to him and he’s sorry if he hurt your feelings.”

“Mom, I don’t want to be a girl. What I’m scared of is that by the end of the year, I won’t have any choice except to be a girl.”

“Well, Honey, I promise not to push you to do something you don’t want to do. You have to attend school as a girl, but anything else you choose to do is up to you. And if at the end of the year, you go back to your old ways, that’s fine.

"I’d have done everything I can think of to change you and I would have failed. Plus you’d be an adult anyway. You’d be free to make your own choices in life.

"But if you somehow want to be a girl at the end of the year, that’s fine too. I don’t want to have a daughter at the end of the year, but if that’s what I have then know that I’ll still love you.”

“Thanks, Mom."

We hugged again. Two hugs in one day? I usually average about a hug every 6 months! Still it felt pretty good and I needed it.

“Still we do need to talk about what I’m supposed to tell people when I go back to school.”

“That’s a good point, Becky. What do you suggest?”

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I started to think. The best scenario would be to create someone who never existed. I’d done that once, convincing a girl that I was the third string QB for a rival school. I wasn’t big enough to be a football player and the school didn’t have a third string QB, but I pulled it off and got a date and an iPod out of the deal. Still the key to that ruse is disappearing when you get what you want and that wasn’t going to work here.
So maybe something more grounded in truth. A half-sister? No that raises more questions than it answers. A cousin? That might work! It’d seem unbelievable if you were reading it in a book or watching a movie, but the human mind usually accepts the easy answer no matter how ridiculous it might seem.

I had an uncle and aunt who lived out on a farm somewhere in Kansas or Nebraska or something. The story could be that my “cousin” wanted to experience life outside the farm and Mom wanted me to go to the farm to “shape up.” Yeah, that might actually work. I explained my plan to Mom and we agreed that it would make the most sense.

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After Mom left, I decided to get my room in order. I put all “my” clothes in my closet and dressers. It’s so weird to think of them as my clothes! After that, a hot shower and then I decided to get dressed for bed. I selected a dark blue pair of sleep shorts with little hearts printed on them as well as a plain white cami to go with it.
A cami is apparently some kind of girl’s undershirt, this one was comfortable and it held up my rack pretty well. I walked downstairs to go grab whatever was left of dinner.

“Hey Roberta! Your boyfriend’s going to be pretty disappointed to see you covering that much skin! You better entertain him some other way!” Josh started cracking up at his own joke.

“Josh! We talked about this. Her name is Rebecca and you’ll treat her with respect or else! Now apologize to your sister!”

Josh grumbled, looked at me, and mumbled, “Sorry sis.” Then in a whisper, “sorry that you’ll never get a boyfriend, you’re probably crying that you can’t get one.”

That jerk! Although if Josh had walked down wearing what I was and looking like I looked, I would have given him far worse. Hell, I probably would have taken pictures and posted it all over Facebook by now.

After eating a pretty quiet dinner, I decided to go to bed. Three hours later, I was still tossing and turning. With this extra weight on my chest, it made sleeping pretty different to what I was used to. Still, I somehow managed to fall asleep.

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The next few weeks passed by in a blur. I asked Mom to teach me how to pass as a girl and she had obliged. How to stand, how to sit, how to walk, how to talk, and on and on it went. I struggled to learn them and after I had mastered them, I’d go up to my room and practice switching back and forth between Rebecca mode and Robert mode. I knew if I let it, I’d probably let those feminine mannerisms take over and the last thing I wanted was to be caught walking or talking like a girl after this punishment was over.
Dad had called a few times to ask how things were going. None of us had told him about the punishment, mostly because he was pretty stressed and very busy. Dad works as a Service Delivery Manager for a major software company. He usually doesn’t go overseas, but apparently this was a pretty tight contract and the company needed its best on the job. When Dad’s in a high-pressure situation he’s usually pretty abrupt and doesn’t pay much attention while on the phone.

I had hoped that he’d come home before the first day of school and he’d put a stop to this ridiculous punishment, but it looked like I’d have to accept my fate. Still, the weeks flew by and before I knew it, it was the first day of school.

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Ugh! Where is that stupid alarm? One thing I’d never get used to is waking up earlier to get ready. I loved my sleep and I didn’t want to sacrifice it. Still, I shut off my stupid alarm and trudged into the shower. I checked for any stray hairs on my legs, to my relief I didn’t find any, and then took a quick shower.
I brushed my hair out, another thing I wouldn’t get used to doing, and then changed into my clothes for my first day of my senior year of high school. I know it’s important to make an impression on your first day, so I’d carefully picked out what I’d be wearing. I was wearing a white tank top with a pink flower print, a denim skirt, and some gold strappy sandals.

After hurriedly applying my makeup and wolfing down a quick breakfast (with my mother trying to tell me something about ladylike behavior the whole time I was eating), I grabbed my purse and my backpack and headed out the door. To my shock, my car was gone!

“Mom! What happened to my car?”

“Rebecca, Honey, a black corvette with flames all over it is no vehicle for a young lady to be driving. I traded it in last night for something more appropriate.”

“Mom, I paid for that car myself! You can’t just take it from me.”

“Don’t worry, Honey, at the end of the year I’ll personally buy you another car you want. It’ll be fine.”

I guess she had a point. Still I had put in a lot of work into earning the money for my car. Sure I earned it by stealing most of it off other students, but earning money is earning money. Oh well! There’s nothing I can do about it now. Mom was going to be driving Josh to his school so I had my brand new pink VW bug all to myself. I took a deep breath, started the car, and headed off to school to start a senior year unlike any other.

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End of Chapter Three

To Be Continued In Chapter Four

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A Senior Year to Remember- Chapter 3

She is beginning to accept her fate, even with that brother's snarky attitude. And like how her mother is there to support and protect her as her new daughter admits her fear.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

I can see

ALISON

'this developing into a good story as Becky finds herself.

ALISON

The Pink VW Is A Great Psychological Tool

jengrl's picture

PICT0013_1_0.jpg The pink VW is a great psychological tool. I am wondering how Becky's mother got away with trading in a car that didn't even belong to her? If Robert bought the car with his own money, she had no right to go behind her child's back and do that. She is carrying things a bit too far I think. She should have just put the car up in the garage and made Becky take the bus to school for the year and if after the year was up and Becky stayed that way, then let her decide what to do with it. I know she said she would buy another car at the end of the year, but I still don't think it was right.

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Well...

Well she's not 18 yet and I don't know how most families did it, but till I turned 18 for larger purchases I would give my parents the money and they would by things like that for me. Most dealerships are suspicious of cash so if her mom bought the car using her money, we eliminate the problem. I agree that it might be stretching the bounds of ethics for her to do something like that but she was trying to do something good so I think we can cut her a little slack :)

Stretching the bounds of ethics?

If the car was bought in Robert's name, or purchased by him with his own cash, selling/trading the car is an act of grand larceny.

The only way it would not be such would be if the parents were co-signers on the car when it was bought.

Jen's comment about storing the Corvette until later would have been a much more appropriate action to take.

"you'll be allright"?

not if anybody figures out she is a he. Could be very, very dangerous.

Dorothycolleen

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Oh yes!

Especially if that happens! Sometimes parents tend to gloss over certain problems and I think Mom could be that kind of person. She didn't even think about a cover story before she set about of starting this punishment. On the other hand, maybe it's her way of making Becky grab hold of her femininity as a means of safety!

The Build Up

Enemyoffun's picture

Trust me when I say I know all about the Build Up. This story is great and the build up is perfect, it works really well for this story :)

I hear what mom is saying

when she says she doesn't want a daughter but I just can't quite believe her, especially after the deal with the car. I see hormones being secretly fed at some point down the line. She might do it out of desperation becuase the punishment isn't working or something along that line. One thing you can just about count on is that a major blowup or screwup by someone is bound to happen at some point. The only question is what happens when that blowup occurs. I can see all kind of scenarios playing out here. Just have to wait and see how it plays out.

I don't trust Josh

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I'm just betting this slimebag brother has already spread the word at school and "Rebecca" is going to either get killed, raped or both. And Josh will just stand aside and cheer them on.

Could be

If that happens, Mom knows just the *perfect* punishment for Josh... Will he become Jennifer, or maybe Sherry?

The problem with *the perfect punishment* is it's after the fact

Unless mom can convince the brother that she WILL apply the punishments if he excessively embarrasses/taunts or worse outs his older brother it will most likely be applied AFTER our not so nice or honest hero/temporary heroine gets raped, mutilated, crippled, castrated or killed. Petty coating the brother won't do much for him once he is dead.

With luck it won't come to that. I wonder, where did BOTH brothers get there flawed code of ethics from? Was a favorite uncle a crook? A friend? Hum?

And PINK? I have seen very few pink Beetles EVER and I am 53! Yellow, now THAT I could believe. As to his original car, mom was right to sell it though it might have been better to store it. Come on guy, um temp girl. You might as well wear a sign saying "I'm a boy in a dress, please hit me" if you drove your old car.
Problem with mom selling it is IF it is for sale at an intown sales lot someone might recognize it and wonder why he would sell his pride and joy just prior to *leaving town for...* Could lead to a lot of dangerous or embarrassing questions. But then he was a petty con man/thief and heading down an increasingly dark path so mom's extreme punishments may be justified.

Hope he can be saved and I do mean HE! This may be BC with all that entails -- TG, LGBT and stuff -- but unless he comes to it via his free will, no threats/manipulation, no secretly feeding him hormones/drugs, his becoming a girl permanently does not seem in character for him. Unless it can be argued his bad behavior is her acting out for being trapped as a boy? We do have at least one ongoing tale here with an intersexed child, possibly one more completely female than male who has acted out badly because of gender confusion... and maybe a touch of an *Irish temper*.

Keep up the good work on this on.

John in Wauwatosa

John in Wauwatosa

OF all the time I've been here

I always love your comments John, you keep us grounded and prove day in and out there are wonderful men in this world.
As for the story, I understand it's to help her child not become evil but she needs to sort out her own issues and the other kids issues too mew. Something really went wrong with these kids, maybe a psychiatrist could show where things went wrong?

I know who I am, I am me, and I like me ^^
Bisexual, transsexual, gamer girl, princess, furry that writes horror stories and proud ^^

I know who I am, I am me, and I like me ^^
Transgender, Gamer, Little, Princess, Therian and proud :D

Thanks!

Thanks for your comment! I appreciated it. Two quick things, I didn't realize pink VW's were rare. My neighbor has one now so I thought they were common. Oh well, it is a fictitious story, we'll just pretend Mom found one ;) Secondly, I do have two endings in mind, we'll just have to see where the character is when it comes time to end the story ;)

Bethany

Acceptance

I loved this story, but I think Robert accepted this part a little to quickly. Is he hiding tg feelings and doing all that macho behavior to hide it? Don't know have to read to find out. I can see that the brother is going to be a thorn in the side, maybe he should spend some time in dresses himself. Anyway, great story and I look forward to the next parts.

Pretty good continuing

Pretty good continuing story.

The scene about her car was fragmented, and the details about her new pink VW were buried at the end of the paragraph.

"To my shock, my car was gone!"..and in it's spot was a new pink VW Beetle.. would have more impact..

“Mom! What happened to my car?”

“Rebecca, Honey, a black corvette with flames all over it is no vehicle for a young lady to be driving. I traded it in last night for something more appropriate.”

Thanks

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Mom's a bit sadistic ...

Jezzi Stewart's picture

... replacing his car with a pink VW bug.

BE a lady!

i don't want to sound mean

licorice's picture

i don't want to sound mean but this mom is both oblivious and mean spirited.