As I slid down the embankment. Was I safe? I thought. Breathing hard, I didn't know how far I had run or for how long. Once I saw it happen I just took off. Did they get a good look at me? I think they did. Did they get a good look that I didn't know. They didn't want any witnesses though or they wouldn't have shot at me. Just hearing those shots hit the door frame was enough motivation for me to run. And run I did.
My name is Robert Micheal Dunkirk. I am 9 years old. I live in Toledo, OH. With my parents, an older brother and sister and my twin sister. I was on my way home from a Mud Hens game. I had gotten on the wrong bus. It took me to the worst part of town. I should have stayed on the bus. But I got off. I was trying to read the bus schedule and try and see if I could get on the correct bus. To get my ass home. As it was, mom and Dad are going to kill me. I am never to go to a Mud Hens game alone. But it was fan day and getting autographs over whelmed my brain. I had gotten some good ones. I had them sign a baseball I caught last year.
I should take my medicine and call mom and dad. Reaching for my phone, it wasn't where I keep it. Patting down the other places, it wasn't there. I had lost it when I took off. I had had it when I got off the bus. So much has happened, I don't know when I lost it.
I panicked. I had just witnessed some guy get murdered by some street gang. I was shot at. I ran off. I lost my phone. I don't know where I was. I waited on the slope I was on. I listened. I heard no one either walk by or drive by. I only heard the birds. I slowly peaked my head up towards where I had came from. Nothing, I did hear sirens a while ago. I got up and tried to figure where I was. Nothing seemed familiar. I slowly walked towards the nearest main street.
Wilson St. I didn't even know a Wilson street. I looked around for a phone booth. Hah, no one uses a phone booth. Not even any stores where open. Yeah, it was Sunday, so no. I walked south. Trying to see if I could find a bus stop or something. The weird thing is I haven't seen many people.
As I walked farther. I seemed to be getting to a major cross street. “Oh, thank god a bus bench. I can take it to the main terminal and home from there.” As I got closer to the bench, I noticed someone also waiting for a bus. An old man, by the gray hair. Still no traffic on the side road.
I looked at the bus schedule, my watch. It seemed that the next bus was the bus to the main terminal. The old man was resting. He wore the same kind of hat I remember my grandfather wearing. Must have been the style old guys wore.
I sat on the opposite end of the bench from him. I watched and waited for the bus. Very little traffic. Looking at my watch, it was past the time the bus should have arrived.
“Damn, bus where is it?” I said.
I began to hear sirens, a couple police cars came hauling ass by me. Looking up I saw that the old man had walked off. I finally saw the bus coming. Maybe slowed down because of the cops. It pulled up to the curb. I scanned my pass and sat down. It took about 20 minutes to get to the terminal. I missed the bus the goes past my street. I had to wait for about half hour to get the last bus that night to home.
As I climbed on. The bus driver said. “your lucky kid. This is the last bus till 5:30 tomorrow morning.”
Looking at my watch. It was 7:00 on Sunday. I was already dead meat when I walk in the door. Mom and Dad will ground me for a month. But it was worth it mostly. Except for the ride home.
Half hour later I got off at the end of our street. Now 3 ½ blocks to home. As I got closer to the house I noticed a black SUV parked in front. Two guys walked up to the door. It looked like they were carrying something. I slowed down not wanting to get there when someone was visiting.
I saw Dad open the door. In his upset voice I hear. “About ti.....” A flash of light and dad dropped to the floor. They shot my dad. OH, God. The two guys walked in the house. I saw 2 more flashes in the living room window. One in Sam's window upstairs, then one in mine and one in Sarah and Jessica's room window. Shortly the guys left closing the door, and drove away.
I waited until I calmed down a bit. I knew what I was going to find. I began crying. I went in the house through the back door. Mom, Dad, anyone here? I called. Silence. I slowly went into the kitchen. My dinner was still on the counter. I didn't really want to I crept to the living room door. I peeked in. Dad was on the floor dragged away from the door . Mom was in her chair a bullet hole in her forehead. Blood all over. I slowly made my way upstairs. Making sure to not disturb anything or make any tracks. I found both Sam and Jessica in their rooms. Sam was shot in the forehead too. Jessica was shot in the back while she was on the computer.
My twin sister Sarah was in my room. Shot in the back of the head as she played on my Xbox. The bullet sprayed gray matter and blood all over my TV. My phone was behind her the GPS app opened to show home.
Son of a bitch, they found my phone and used it to find my home and kill my whole family. Did they think Sarah was me. Not knowing I was a twin. Only real difference between me and Sarah was I was a boy and she was a girl. We were had similar build, our hair about the same length. Both Dark brown hair and blue eyes. I stood there in shock. Not knowing what to do.
It was all my fault. If I hadn't gone to that damn game. This would have never happened. Cannot change it now. I should call the cops I know. Nothing can be done for my family. I cried. If those guys were found I would have to testify. My life would be over. Seems like they wanted no witnesses.
All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.
I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.
I went into mom and dads room. Sitting on the bed. Still crying. What do I do? What will happen to me. Will they put me in foster care since there are no relatives.
“Wait, Aunt Carman.” Moms sister. None of the other family members know, other than Sarah but I have been talking to her. Aunt Carman is Mom's twin sister. Mom had said, She had got into drugs and alcohol. Mom doesn't want to have anything to do with her anymore. It is like she never had a twin sister.
But Aunt Carman has been clean and sober for 7 years. Goes to NA and AA meetings. She had joined the Navy just after getting clean. Carman is a bad ass. She was even in the Navy. She got hurt in Afghanistan and was medically discharged.
I met Aunt Carman purely by accident. I had gone to the Point shopping center to see the latest Call of Duty. I literally ran into her when I left.
I came out the door not looking and ran right into a lady. She had knocked me over. She lifted me to my feet.
“Sorry, Mom.” I said when I saw who thought it was. I knew Mom was a twin but Mom had said her twin sister had died.
“Excuse me, you must be mistaken. I don't have any children.”
“But you look like my Mom.”
“Robert?” She asked me.
Yeah, that is my name. If you don't know me how do you know my name?”
“Your Mom is Caren Dunkirk?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Are you my Aunt Carman?”
“Yes, I am Carman Southridge.”
“Mom said you where dead.”
“ Caren would tell you that.” Aunt Carman told me her whole story.
It was terrible what Mom did to her twin sister. I found out she actually lived about 5 blocks from us.
“Robert, I would love to have you come visit me.” She handed me her business card. She was a Real Estate agent. Specializing in Commercial properties. We have been friends for a year and a half. I go to her house at least once a week.
Aunt Carman will know what to do. Using the house phone in Mom and Dads room I dialed her number from memory.
“Hello” Aunt Carman sounded skeptical. I always called her on my cell phone. Maybe she thought it was mom going to lay into her for seeing me.
“Aunt Carman, Help.” I cried. “Everybody is dead. Mom, Dad, Sarah, Sam and Jessica. They are all dead.”
“Robbie, Where are you, What happened?”
I told her the short version of what happened. What I saw. Everything. The line went silent.
“OK, I am on my way over. Is Sarah's phone with her or in her room.”
“Unless it is charging she keeps it with her.”
“Go check if it is.”
I went to Sarah and Jessica's room. There it was on her dresser charging. Going back to the phone.
“Aunt Carman, It was charging. I've got it.”
“Good. I am backing out. I will think on my way over and call you on her phone.”
“OK, please hurry. I am scared.”
“everything will be alright. I will call you.” she hung up.
I had told Sarah about seeing Aunt Carman and she started to too. I carefully went down stairs and waited by the back door. Clutching Sarah's phone. I almost jumped out of my skin when Aunt Carman called.
“Robbie, I am pulling in your driveway now. Meet me at the back gate.” I heard a car pull in. I went to the gate and waited. Carman came up to the gate.
“Robbie, are you OK?” She asked.
All I could do is shake my head.
“OK, I figured out what we are going to do.”
“Uh huh.” I whispered.
“You wait in my car. I will get the things we need and join you.”
I went to her Mustang. She had a 1970 Mustang Mach 1 Fastback. I waited and waited. I was getting scared. What if those guys came back. It was almost half hour before she came back carrying two of mom and dad's suit cases. She put them in the back seat and we left.
“Robbie, I'm afraid that you will not be able to come back to this house. Once the police are notified they will investigate. Then the news will get a hold of it. Saying there was one survivor. Who wasn't home at the time of the murder. She was with her aunt at dinner. Hopefully the ones who did this will think she had no knowledge of it.”
As we drove down her street. “Aunt Carman, Why are you saying she? Sarah was the one who was killed.” I began hearing sirens. I saw 2 fire trucks drive past Aunt Carman's street.
“To protect you from who ever did that. You are going to become Sarah Michelle Dunkirk. You are going to be a girl. You would have been murdered with the rest of your family and burned in the fire. That they set.”
I'm going to what?” I was confused. Aunt Carman pulled into her driveway putting her Mustang in the garage next to her other car. A Ford Taurus SHO.
Shutting off her car she turned in her seat, to look at me. She took my hand gently.
“Robbie, Like I said, you will need to become a girl. That is the only way I can protect you is to actually hide you.”
“I don't know if I can do that.”
“OK, Fine. I guess I will take you down to were that guy you saw was murdered. I'm sure they will find you shortly and take care of you.” Aunt Carman turned back to start her mustang, again.
“Aunt Carman, What are you doing?” I said in a panic.
“Since you don't want to hide. Might as well take you downtown, Right now, no use dawdling around. As Grandma used to say. Maybe they will do it quick.”
“Aunt Carman wait. Don't you love me.”
“Yes, Robbie I do, that is why you must become the girl. To hide you. But you don't want to become a girl. So I don't want to be killed as well. So, I'll take you back downtown.”
Aunt Carman started the car, put it in reverse and turned to back out of her garage.
“Aunt Carman don't”
She stopped and looked at me. “So live or die. It is your choice.”
I knew she would take me back. Her nephew or not. I had to decide and quick.
“I want to live.” I finally said.
“Good choice, Robbie.”
As Aunt Carman turned off her car.
“Robbie isn't here, I am Sarah.” I said softly.
“Lets get in the house, young lady. We have work to do.”
Aunt Carman's house was almost twice as big as our house. She even had a hot tub. Everything in her house was clean and tidy. With her working so hard. She has a housekeeper come twice a week to clean, and do her wash.
“OK, You can have the spare bedroom. I have my room and my office in the other two.”
Aunt Carman's spare room was bigger than my room at home. She had me wheel the two suitcases to my new room. I tried to put them on my bed. But they where two heavy. My aunt picked them up with ease. I am only 9.
“Well young lady get your clothes out and put them away.” Aunt Carman said referring to the dresser in the room. “Then get changed into your Pjs it is getting late.”
“OK,” I said dejected. Like the whole world has dumped on me. Well it has. My family is dead. I opened the suitcases. They were full of Sarah's clothes, looks like every piece of clothing Sarah had. Aunt Carman must have just dumped her drawers in here.
“Sarah,” Aunt Carman called. “Please put away your clothes neatly, not like Robbie does.”
“OK” I called back. I wanted to say. I'm not Sarah I am Robbie. I knew she would drag me out to the car and take me downtown and drop me off. So, each piece was carefully folded before I put it in the drawer. I put Sarah's or should I say, my underwear and socks in the top drawer. Including pantyhose and tights. I put my Pjs in my top drawer also. The next drawer was my shorts, skirts, and T-shirts. God Skirts. I'm going to have to wear skirts. The second from the bottom was pants, and jeans. By the time I got to the bottom of the second suitcase. It was hanging stuff. Dresses mostly. A couple of jackets.
It took me just over an hour to get it all put away. I may have done it quicker but I was crying the whole time. Finishing I sat on the bed. After a minute I just fell over crying my eyes out. My family is dead. I should never have went to that game alone. I had thought I could find the right buses. But didn't and wound up in this situation. Where I am to be my twin sisters sister, and to live like a girl.
I felt a hand gently on my back. It was Aunt Carman. I didn't even hear her come in. She rubbed my back. In a soothing voice. “Robbie, it will take some work and courage from the both of us. But we will get though it. Please trust me.” turning to look at her.
“That is why I called you.” I sniffled. “I knew you would help me. I don't know if I can be Sarah.”
“I will help you be the girl you need to be. While it may not look like it. I was 9 once.”
“Do you think I can do it. Be Sarah?”
“With my help, yes.”
“OK, I will become my twin sister.”
“Well, go ahead and get into your Pjs, Sarah. Then come into the living room. I will get some Hot Chocolate. For us.”She hugged me, and left.
I was able to stop crying some. Looking in the top drawer. I found only what I think are called babydoll nighties. None had any bottoms. I have seen both Sarah and Jessica wear them. They just wore underwear for bottoms. That means I will have to wear girls panties,yeah.
I picked out a purple babydoll with flowers. I found panties that kinda matched. They had flowery ruffles on the butt. I just laid them on the bed and stared at them. Finally I began to take my clothes off. My prized mud hens jersey, then everything else, came off. I stood naked. I timidly picked up the top like it was fragile. I took a breath and slipped it on. Then the panties, as I pulled them up. They felt different, but in a good way. Did I just think that. Oh, god.
Once in the correct position. They did feel good, a lot better than my boxer briefs. Embarrassed I went out to the living room. Aunt Carman was in the lazy-boy. I plopped myself down in the couch, like I normally did.
Carman shook her head. “Try that again, Missy.”
I must have given her a look.
“You need to start learning to do things as a lady. You need to sit gently. When you have a skirt or dress on, you smooth it under your butt as you sit. So try it again.”
So I got up and sat down again. Slowly this time.
“that is better.” She said smiling. She went to the kitchen and brought back two mugs of hot chocolate. Handing me mine I took it slowly and set it on the coaster on the side table. Sitting back down she turned the 11:00 news on.
The news started with the story of the guy I saw shot. Next I saw my house, burning. Saying that they are at the scene of a house explosion and fire.
Shortly after Aunt Carman picked up her house phone and dialed.
“Yes, I saw the story on the news about the explosion and fire at a home. That home is my sisters. Yes. My name is Carman Southridge. My sister is Caren Dunkirk. She is married and has 4 children. As far as I knew they were going to be home. My niece Sarah has been staying with me for the last couple of days. She is 9.
“Let me see, Samuel is 15, Jessica is 13, and Robert is 9, She is Sarah's twin. Caren is 36 and is my twin. James, her husband is 38. Yes, we will stay up. If need be.” Aunt Carman gave the person on the phone her address and phone number. She thanked the person and hung up.
“They are going to relay the information to the on scene officers, one will be over shortly. So, this is important. You must become Sarah. As soon as the officer is in the house. You ask about your family. Where your family is, are they safe. You need to sound panic-ed. Like you are worried about them.”
“OK, I'll try.”
“You need to more than try. You need to sound convincing. Now, any bad news which there may be. You start crying, Then grab me in a hug.”
“OK, Aunt Carman. Can I put on something over this,”
She nodded. “There is a robe in my bedroom.”
“Thanks” I found the robe and returned to the living room.
We heard a vehicle pull up in the driveway. Shortly there was a knock on the door. Aunt Carman opened it and conformed it was the police. She led them in.
“This is my niece, Sarah Dunkirk.” Carman said. As two officers came into the living room.
“Hi,” I said. “Where is my Mom and Daddy. Is my brothers and sister alright?”
The lady officer came over an sat on the couch. “I am sorry to tell you this. But your family is dead. They all were in the house when it exploded.”
“What????” I cried and jumped up to hug Aunt Carman. The tears were not fake. I am still upset about what happened.
“What happened?” Carman asked.
“Well, Ma'am.” the other officer started a male. “Looks like it was a gas explosion. The fire Captain says that the whole house was saturated with natural gas. It wasn't a small explosion. The firemen found the bodies in the rubble. We are truly sorry. Here.” She handed me a stuffed rabbit.
Through my tears, I gently took it. Thannnkkssss” I said in a teary shaky voice. I hugged that bunny to my chest.
“Sarah, we won't be needing you for anything else. If you like you can go to bed.” The female officer said.
I just shook my head.
Aunt Carman looked at me. “OK, you can stay here and watch some TV. Just keep the volume low.
“OK,” I said nodding.
I took the TV remote from Carman's side table. I sat back down on the couch. I did it lady like. I channel surfed a little finally finding something that interested me. The old series M.A.S.H reruns. The only thing decent to watch.
Next thing I am waking up in Aunt Carman's spare room. Thinking,was all that a bad dream. Are my parents and siblings OK.
Once I threw back the covers, I knew it was real. I was still wearing Sarah's purple baby doll nightie. I had to go, so I made my way to the bathroom. As soon as I closed the door. I heard Aunt Carman call. “Sarah, remember you are a girl now and have to sit down to use the bathroom.”
“OK” I called back. I decided that she couldn't see me pee. So I peed standing up as normal.
Finishing I looked in the mirror. With the Pjs I was wearing. I looked like a girl I looked like my twin sister. I looked like Sarah. We were almost identical With one exception I have a wienie.
All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.
I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.
I headed to the front of the house. Aunt Carman was in her chair, cup of coffee in her hand. She was wearing a gray and white sleep set.
Turning to me, she had a mad look on her face. Just like Mom's you are in deep trouble look. Dad calls it the Mom look. What had I done? I didn't know.
“Well, Missy. What did I tell you to do after you closed the bathroom door?”
“to use the bathroom like a girl should, sit down.”
“Alright, did you?”
“uh huh.” I lied.
Raising an eyebrow. “OH, You did, did you.” I nodded. “then why did I hear the tinkle in the toilet.”
My eyes got big. “I'm sorry, Aunt Carman. I didn't think it would matter if I was alone.”
She motioned for me to come over to her. “To make sure you are seen as Sarah. Not a boy in a dress. You need to do everything like a girl. At all times. One mistake or slip up. Could mean a hole right here.” She poked me in the forehead.
Head down, “I'm sorry.”
With a sly smile, “OK, no more. Go on, there's eggo's in the toaster.” She gently swatted my butt. As I headed into the kitchen for breakfast.
As I ate, Aunt Carman did a couple of things. Once finished I thought I am now a girl. I should wash the dishes. That is what I did. Washed the dishes and placed them in the drainer to dry.
Coming back into the living room. Aunt Carman had gotten dressed. It wasn't her usually business casual. It was just casual.
“It is Monday don't you have to work?”
“I took the day off to be with my niece. Help her get trough this terrible time.”
I had almost forgotten. Aunt Carman is all I have left the rest of my family is dead.
It made me tear up and start crying again. I sat down on the couch put my head on the armrest and cried. I must have cried for 10 minutes. Looking up Aunt Carman was next to me.
“You needed to do that. I was waiting for you to start. It is OK.” She put her hand on my back.
“Go ahead and get dressed, I laid out an outfit to wear on your bed.”
“OK,” I went into the bathroom. My eyes were red and puffy. Tearful eyes. Splashing water on my face helped. I went to my room. Once I saw what Aunt Carman wanted me to wear. Sarah's tight black yoga shorts, a pink Minnie Mouse tank top. Another pair of panties lay next to them.
Taking a long deep breath. It was for my safety, I had to hide from whom ever killed my family. As I took off my babydoll hanging it up. My panties were next. I laid them on my bed. I pulled on my Princess Jasmine panties. Did I actually call them mine. OK, they are now. I slipped on the Minnie tank top. Then put on the shorts, yeah they were tight they hugged my body. I however had one slight problem. My wiener, it was a bump on the crotch of my shorts. I know enough that girls don't have that. I pushed it down between my legs. It got rid of the bump.
I slipped on the sandals that were on the floor under my clothes. I went back into the bathroom to see how I looked. Other than my eyes which were starting to return to normal I looked like Sarah. I made a couple of faces that Sarah made. Especially the one she used on Dad to get her way. Yeah, I can do it almost perfectly.
I joined Aunt Carman back in the living room. She had something in her hands and was shaking it.
“Fingers,” She said. I stuck out my hands spreading my fingers. “Perfect, now hold them there.”
It was nail polish she was shaking. She did my finger nails, then my toe nails in a light pink. She looked at first my right side then my left.
“We need to get your ears pierced. A girl needs her ears pierced.” She commented. Jessica had insisted that we get Sarah's done when we turned 5. saying it is the girl thing to do. “That is another thing we need to get done when we are out today.”
“Out today. You want me to go out dressed like this?” I said.
“We ARE going out today. I am not going to let you stay inside the rest of your life, Miss Sarah.”
“What if someone sees me?”
“So, they will see Sarah. Remember Robert is dead. He died with the rest of your family in that explosion last night. Sarah was staying with me for the weekend.”
“Well OK, but can we go to Sylvana. So, hopefully no one that knows either one of us.”
All of the sudden the phone rings, Aunt Carman answers it.
“Yes, this is Ms. Southridge. Mr. Carver thank you for returning my call.
“Oh, yes it is urgent. I need to look into getting custody of my niece.
Well, you heard about the house that exploded last night. That was my sister and her family. My niece was visiting me over the weekend. So she survived. It sounded like Aunt Carman was talking to a lawyer. They talked for a couple minutes then Aunt Carman said.”Please keep me informed.” and she hung up.
Turning to me, “Sarah, you did hear right I am looking to get custody of you. I am the only family you have left. The lawyer I use for my work suggested Mr. Carver. So I left a message for him to call.”
“OK,” I smiled as best I could. I was still upset about what has happened. It is all my fault. If I hadn't gone by myself to that Mud hens game, not gotten on the wrong bus. My parents and brother and sisters would still be alive.
“Well , Miss Sarah are you ready to go?”
“I guess, as I will ever be.”
I followed Aunt Carman out to her Taurus SHO. We left for the store. We talked some on our way. Mostly I just listened. Aunt Carman explained why we were doing this. Along with the finer points of being a girl. I will be able to dress pretty, one thing that was upsetting was when she said about catching a boys eye. I am not attracted to anyone right now. I am only 9.
Aunt Carman told me that I will shortly. Whither I am attracted to boys or girls is alright. She mentioned something about puberty and me not changing to a male but a female. When the time comes.
“I know.” She said as she snapped her fingers. “Call Tabbie”
The car said Calling Tabitha.
“Hello, Carman.” We heard.
“Hey Tabbie. How are things at work?”
“Fine, No problems on your side, all quiet.”
“Great, I maybe in need of your help.”
“OH, What's up?”
“Can we meet for an early lunch. It is important.”
“ Sure, where and when.”
“How about Applebee's on 14th. At 11?”
“Sure, it's a date. See ya.”
“Later,” Aunt Carman hung up.
“you've met Tabitha before. We may need her help. I'm sure she will.”
Confused, “OK”
15 minutes later we pulled into Applebee's. It was 10 till 11.
“Ready?”
Swallowing hard, “yeah, might as well get it over with.” I said.
Softly, Aunt Carman said. “It will be alright. Just think that you are Sarah Michelle Dunkirk, My beautiful niece.”
I nodded, as I got out of the car. I held Aunt Carman's hand as we walked to the door.
“Greetings, Ladies. Welcome to Applebee's. Just the two of you?” The greeter said.
“Actually three.”
“Right this way.” another girl escorted us to a table.
Sitting down, We ordered drinks. We both ordered a Mountain Dew. I looked at the menu. Thinking, 'OK, I am a girl so what should I order?' I decided on a small garden salad. Laying my menu down.
“There she is” Aunt Carman waved. I've met Tabitha at Aunt Carman's before. But I couldn't believe my eyes she was more beautiful than I remembered. She waved back and came to our table. Giving Carman a hug and sitting down. She ordered a iced tea. Her and Aunt Carman looked at the menu a little more. Then set them down.
“Tabbie, You remember meeting Robert my nephew.”
I gave Aunt Carman a shocked look. She put a reassuring hand on my arm.
“However, From now on he is going to be a girl, Sarah.”
“Hello, Sarah.”
“Have you heard of that home explosion last night?”
Tabitha nodded.
“That was my sister and her families house.”
“I'm so sorry,” Tabitha said to me.
After ordering our food. Aunt Carman continued my story. She explained what happened to me yesterday.
She ended, “So, that is why She is now Sarah. I am going to need your help, Tabbie.”
“I would be happy to help. Looks like you have the clothes sorted out.”
“These are my sisters,” I said confused again. Not knowing why Carman would want an others help with hiding me.
“when we go shopping later I am getting her ears pierced, a purse, maybe a couple pairs of new shoes. We girls can't have to many shoes can we. But my real concern is her puberty. Right now, destine for a deep voice, hair and muscles. When we need curves, soft skin, and breasts.”
“What?” I said. “boobies?”
“Yes, Sarah. If you are to be Sarah for the rest of your life. You will need them. Also learn the finer points of being a girl. Most I can teach you, but the part of being a boy turning into a girl is where Tabitha comes in. She is transgender.”
“What? No way.”
Both Tabitha and Aunt Carman nodded.
“I guess that you didn't hear the latest.The guy that you saw killed was killed by the Russian Mob. They are all over the world. I am guessing that while they may think you are gone. But you showing up alive in a few years. Saying that you had hid from the killers. Would bring down a lot of hurt on us.” Tabbie said softly.
“If you are not going to save your life. I will drop you off at the local cop shop and let you fend for yourself. I will start planning funeral arrangements for you. I should have a few days.” Aunt Carman said coldly.
“I.........” I had no idea of what to say. It was like a bad dream that I can't wake up from. Either I continue and become a girl for the rest of my life or I'm dead. Pure and simple. I have had these thoughts yesterday but still don't wanna be a girl. But if it will save my life. I guess I have ta.
“Yes” Carman said.
“Can I get a pair of pink tennis shoes. When we go shopping?”
“We will see what we can find. Now on to more urgent things. Getting you to continue being a girl thought puberty.”
“Well I fully transitioned when I was in 9th grade but I do know that you can get hormone blockers, to stop the male hormone. And get estrogen to develop as a woman. You need to get those from a Dr. I can refer you to the Trans center here in town. They can suggest a Dr.” Tabitha said.
“What kind of Dr?”
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“First you will need to see a mental health professional to get diagnosed with gender dysphoria. They will recommend you to a specialist. Who will prescribe the hormones.
“Come on Tabs. I've known you too long even when you where a boy. I know you didn't see any Dr. At first.”
Smiling, “I started when I was 12 just before I hit puberty. I did find a Dr. who prescribed them for me. He monitored the changes.” Tabitha wrote something on a napkin and slid it over to Aunt Carman. “Make sure you tell him I sent you and that the grass IS greener.”
“Sure will.”
“Hey, I gotta run and get back to the office. Keep in touch. Sarah.”
“I will.” I said as I gave her a hug as she left.
Aunt Carman paid the check and we left. Next stop was the Griffin mall. Parking, we went inside. It was huge. I have been by here but never been inside. First stop was the buckle. Where I got my ears pierced, It hurt a little. When I was given a mirror to see how they looked. It wasn't my face in the mirror it was my sisters. I smiled, not a fake one, but a genuine smile. I was being successful in becoming my sister. At least in my facial looks. Now I need to learn to walk, and behave like a girl.
Next was a shoe store, where Aunt Carman bought me a pair of pink/white checked Vans. Also a pair of sandals, and a nice pair of what she called Mary Janes. They even had a 1” heel.
When I tried them on, I asked, “What are these shoes for?”
“School.” is all she said. As I walked out carrying my bags. It then hit me. I am going to have to go to school as Sarah. What about her friends, what about my friends. I started to cry again. I will be loosing my friends. I stopped and just stood there crying. Being Aunt Carman had her hand also on one of my bags I stopped her too.
Kneeling down in front of me, “What is wrong, Sarah.”
“I am losing all my friends, everybody I knew in school.”
“Here,” She moved to a near by bench. We sat down. “Yeah, when Robbie died so did his friendships.”
“OK, Yeah, I am.”
“I need to check on if our house is in the same area as your school. You may have to change schools.”
“That would be just as bad. Getting used to being the new kid.”
“No, Remember you will be the new girl in school.”
“Yeah, that could be worse.” I half smiled.
“It will be as hard as you make it for yourself. Hey, would you like to get your hair and nails done, as a treat.”
“I guess, it will be the first time.”
“Come on,” She hooked her elbow in mine and pulled me down the mall. We walked into a salon.
“I will be right with you ladies.” The receptionist said.
Looking around, I noticed there was a couple girls that seemed my age getting things done.
“How can I help you ladies today.” The receptionist asked.
“I want to treat my niece to hair and nails. She needs it.”
“Sure, We do have an opening. Let me get your name?”
“Sarah,”
“OK, Sarah. Right this way.”
I followed the nice looking lady, towards the back.
“Wendy, This is Sarah. She is getting treated to hair and nails by her Aunt.” The receptionist said to another lady.
“Hello, Sarah. How are you doing today?” Wendy asked.
“Fine” I said. As I sat in the chair.
She spun me around and leaned the chair back. She washed my hair, even massaging my scalp. It felt good.
Turning me around I kind of looked like me but not really. Maybe it was the ear rings but those were just starter studs. Or maybe it was the Minnie Mouse tank top. I looked more like Sarah than I did me. Then again I am now Sarah.
Wendy ran her fingers through my hair. “So what are you wanting to do today?”
I had to think, then I decided, “Something nice for school, please.”
“Sure thing.” Wendy went to work on my hair. I closed my eyes. As she worked.
It took Wendy about 15 minutes to do my hair. She held a mirror at the back of my head so I could see the back. She had cut about ½ inch off kind of evening it out.
“Well what do you think?” She asked.
Smiling, “I love it.”
“Great, I will tell Monica you are ready for your manicure.” Wendy took the cover off and walked away.
“She is ready, follow me, please” I followed Wendy to another room. She introduced me to Monica. Another cute lady. She had me sit down next to another girl, she seemed my age. She was also getting a manicure. By another lady.
Looking over at the girl next to me. “Hi.” I said.
“Hi” she responded. “I love your hair did you just get it done.”
“Yeah, Thanks. My Aunt is treating me.” I said.
“Oh, is it your birthday or something?” She asked.
“No,” I sadly said. “To help me feel better.”
“Sorry for what ever happened. I hope it is helping?”
“It is some. I'm Sarah. By the way.”
“Becky”
Me and Becky hit it off. She was so nice. We talked about everything. I found out she just moved here from Indy. She is so new she didn't even know what school she is going to go to. She was even going into the 4th grade, like me.
My nails looked great, even with the french tip on my short nails. Me and Becky exchanged numbers. I had a smile on my face as I came out of the back. Aunt Carman paid and we left.
As we walked to the car. Aunt Carman asked, “I take it you had a good time?”
“Yes, I did. They did a great job on my hair and nails. I'm going to let them grow. I did meet another girl. She just moved from Indy, She doesn't even know what school she is going into next year.”
“Speaking of schools. Sorry but my house is in a different area. So you are going to Badger Creek Elementary.”
“That is OK, I would hate to see some of Sarah's school friends. So once we go into 7th grade. I will have 3 yrs to catch up.”
Just then Sarah's I mean my phone went off. I had received a text from Becky.
'It was great meeting with u. nice to meet another girl like me. I won't tell if u don't. TTYL. B'
I stared at the phone a couple minutes wondering what she met by the comment 'another girl like me.' Dono, maybe she was there for a pick me up as I was. Hope to find out later.
I texted back, 'Hey, found out I am going to Badger creek el. LMK when you find out. MB, we'll go to Jrhs together. TTL2. S'
“I also got a call from the police. Looks like your family was murdered first then the house blown up.” Aunt Carman told me.
“Well we know that.”
“Sarah, no you don't. You just found out about it.”
I picked up her meaning, “Murdered, everybody.” I cried out then started crying again.
Aunt Carman took my hand and squeezed it. “Sarah, you are safe. I won't let anyone harm you.”
I got to thinking about what happened, I started to get mad inside. It was my fault. But I can't change that. Maybe I can pay them back, some how, someway. But how. Aunt Carman maybe she could teach me how to shoot and fight.
“Where are we?” I asked as we pulled into a kinda office building.
“OH, You have an appointment with Tabitha's Dr. The sooner we start you on hormones the better. As we don't want puberty to sneak up on us and start changing you into a boy. It is easier than trying to reverse it.”
I knew that she was right. “Gosh, I don' want to be an icky boy. Get all hairy and stuff.”
She smiled, “That's my girl.” We go out of the car. And went into the building. The door that Aunt Carman stopped at just had a number on it, 5. She knocked twice and opened the door. We walked into I guess was the waiting room. It wasn't much bigger than our kitchen. A privacy sliding window on one wall with a door next to it. Four folding chairs a plastic plant and a picture hung on one wall.
Aunt Carman motioned me to one of the chairs. She stepped up to the window, Knocked twice again, and waited. A middle aged lady opened the window. I couldn't see anything behind her.
“Yes” She said.
“Tabitha Miller sent us, the grass is always greener.” Aunt Carman said.
“OK,” She disappeared behind a curtain. And opened the door.
“Welcome please come in.” She smiled.
I followed the lady into the back. It looked like a normal Dr. Office. “In here, please.” To me, “Please strip down to your underwear. There is a gown on the table. The Dr. will be in shortly.” She closed the door behind us, leaving.
I hesitated, Aunt Carman sat in a chair. “Well I'm not the one that is seeing the Dr. I know what a girl looks like naked.”
“I am not really a girl.”
“Sarah Michelle, Do we have to go though this again?”
“No” I softly said. I began stripping down. Until I was just in my panties. I slipped on the gown then hopped up on the table. About 5 minutes later a knock came. Then an older gray haired man came in wearing a lab coat.
“Sarah?” He asked. I nodded. “ I am Dr. C nice to meet you. This must be your Mom?”
“No, I am her Aunt.” Aunt Carman said.
Turning back to me. The Dr. started. “From what Tabitha told me. You are like her and need to be the girl you are?”
I wasn't about to say no I am hiding from the Russian mob.
“Yeah, I need to be the girl I am.” I told the Dr. Aunt Carman smiled.
The Dr. was very professional. He check my heart, breathing, reflexes, everything. Closing up my gown.
“Well young lady you seem healthy. Any family problems?”
“Nope.” I said looking a Aunt Carman.
“Oh, Good.” He started. “Well we can proceed a couple of ways. 1:Just keep living as you are. I know you don't want that. Second: We can put you hormone blockers. To keep the male puberty away. Then add female hormones in a couple of years. So that you have female puberty. Lastly, surgery Have breast implants, fat relocation. And remove your penis.”
“defiantly not that. Right now. I think the hormone blockers then the female hormones would be best.” I said.
“99 % of my male to female patients elect that way. I will get you a prescription for the blockers. Just one a day. Gradually increase to 200mg a day. Adding one each week until you are up to the final dosage. Come see me in a month and we will check your blood testosterone level. At 9 it shouldn't be much. For best results it should be close to15 or below.”
“OK, Dr. thank you.”I said.
“Yes, Dr. thank you.” Aunt Carman also said.
“You bet, I'll have my assistant bring that script in for you. You can get dressed”
About 3 minutes later a nurse came in and gave my aunt the proscription. I was just slipping on my shoes.
“Go wait in the waiting room, while I take care of everything.”
Nodding I went to wait. I waited. Carman came out and we headed back to her house. Well I guess it is now my house too, now. Once I got back in the car I looked at my messages. Nothing, I looked over her last message she sent me.
Mmm, what did she mean another girl like her and she won't tell. Maybe tonight I will call her. We stopped at Walgreens on the way to get my meds. Aunt Carman pulled into the garage at about 2:30. I carried my purchases into my room. Unpacked and put them away.
As soon as I finished my phone went off, a text. It was from Becky. She asked if I had done anymore shopping.
'Nah, Just headed home after a stop at the Drs.' I texted back.
'U or your Aunt?'
'Me.'
'U not well?'
'No, I am feeling great. Just a girl thing.' I sent.
'K, you get mones?'
'Mones? What's that?'
'Hormones or blockers?'
'Uh, yes. Just starting blockers.'
'I've been on them for about 16 months.'
'OK. Something personal?' I asked.
'go ahead.' She sent back.
'Are you really a boy?' I asked.
'Only one part but I am girl inside. Like U.'
'U could tell?'
'Ah, yeah. Can't you?'
'N, I though you real girl.'
'Thanks, been working on it for years.'
'So Ur folks OK with it?'
'better be or I'm 6 deep'
'U'd do that?'
':)'
'Y?'
'rather be 6 deep than a boy for life. Same U I bet?'
I had to think about a response to that one. I am being a girl to hide or I would probably be killed. So I guess yeah.
'Me 2.'
':)'
U know what school U go 2?'
'Yeah, can you guess?'
'no light bulb' I sent.
'We are going to the same 1. Badger Creek El.'
EEEEEEEEEK, I squealed loud. 'Cool, hope us in same class?'
'me 2'
Aunt Carman knocked on my door then opened it. “Sarah, are you OK?”
“Yeah, I just found out the girl I met at the beauty shop is also going to Badger Creek.”
“That is great. I just wanted to see if there was any trouble.” She said.
Smiling, “Thanks.”
She nodded and left closing the door behind her.
Back to my phone. 'What street U live on”
'Crowley'
It was the street that Aunt Carman lives on. Now I am living on. 'REALLY?????'
'Yes, Y'
'I live on Crowley 2.'
'no way'
'way 2 bk from Market, 3 left'
'ur Aunt have cool mustang?'
'ah yeah'
'I corner house next bk right'
'wanna come over? U ask I ask. K'
Almost threw my phone down and ran but thought better. I walked into the living room. Looking around no Aunt Carman. Peeked not in the kitchen either. I found her working in her office. She was on the phone.
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I knocked softly on the door. Looking up she motioned for me to come in and sit in an old rocker. I sat as lady like as I could remember Sarah and Jessica did. Feet on the floor, knees together, back straight, hands on lap.
Aunt Carman went on with her call. She glanced over at me. She smiled big. “OK, Mr. Breslien I will contact the owner with your offer. Can you stop by the office tomorrow and sign the offer to make it official.”
“Anytime is fine. If I am not their the secretary will have it. Have a good day, Mr. Breslien.” She hung up.
“I may have just sold the Palmer hotel property.” She held her smile. Turning to me. “You look like a very pretty young lady, Sarah. Sitting there all proper.”
“Thank you, I tried to remember how Jessica and Sarah sat.”
“Well you are doing it correctly. What is on your mind?”
“OH, Yeah. The girl I met at the beauty shop.”
“Yeah”
“We may be in the same class.”
“That would be nice for you.” Aunt Carman said.
“Can I go over to her house?”
“Where does she live?”
“Just down the street. The corner house.”
“OH, I remember Ashlee sold that. Closed about 2 weeks ago. On one condition, Send me a text after you get there and let me know you are OK. Remember take your phone. Be home at 6 or earlier.”
“Yes, Mom.” I said accidentally. She is my mom's twin sister. “I'm Sorry Aunt Carman.”
I put my head down in shame.
She rolled a little over to me. Lifting my chin. With a smile, “That is OK, Sarah. Now go have fun. Remember you are a girl now.”
I smiled, jumped up and gave her a hug. “Thank you”
She nodded as I headed back to my room. I picked up my phone. A message was waiting. It was from Becky, her mom had said yes too. I quickly sent her, 'I can on my way'
I decided to wear my new pink and white Vans. Slipping them on. I grabbed my phone and headed to Becky's house. I slipped my phone in a little mesh pocket my shorts have. I slowly walked down to Becky house. I remembered that mom,Jessica and Sarah all walked slower than dad, me and Sam did. Since I am now Sarah, a girl. I walked slower. I walked with my head held high. A couple of boys where playing catch in a front yard. I saw them stop and watch me walk by.
I had a strange feeling come over me. I felt good attracting their attention. As I got past them I put a little swing in my hips to make my ass wiggle a little more. I had control, it was great.
It took me about 10 minutes to get to Becky's house. Figure I should leave by quarter to 6 to make it, with plenty of time.
'Well this is the first time I am presenting myself to someones Mom. I got ta behave like a lady.'
I knocked on the door. A dog started barking, it ran up to the door. It was a German Shepard. I saw Becky come running up.
“Boxy, stop. It is my friend.” She said as she pulled the dog away.
“Hi,” Becky said with a big smile. She let me in. “thanks for coming over.”
As soon as I walked in, Boxy had to sniff me. I just stood there.
“Jez, dog.”Becky said. “go,” She pointed. “Don't mind her. She is just a sweetheart.”
“Thanks for inviting me over.”
“Come on I'll show you my room.”
I followed Becky up stairs, to her room. With Boxy right behind us. Boxy passed us and went into a room. We followed. It turned out being Becky's room.
“I have to let my Aunt know I got here safe.” I texted Aunt Carman.
“Sorry, She is kind of my dog. She follows me everywhere.”
There were still a couple of boxes on the floor but her room was cool. A pink canopy bed with Disney princesses on the bed spread. A pink dressing table and dresser. On the walls were a unicorn and a hot rod poster. Totally different ends of the spectrum.
Becky saw me looking. “I like cool cars. I wanna build one someday.”
“Cool, I do too.” I said. “You have a cool room. I just moved in with my Aunt.”
“Why, Your folks don't like the idea that you are really a girl inside?”
“My parents and brothers and sister are dead.”
“Bummer deal.”
I teared up a little. I tried hard to not cry but I couldn't. I sat down on Becky's bed. With my face in my hands I cried.
Becky sat next to me. Pulled me to her in a hug. “Hey, It's all right. If you ever want to talk about it I am here.”
“thanks,” I sniffled. “sometime but not now.” through the tears I saw Becky offer me a tissue. I wiped my eyes and my nose.
It took me about 5 minutes to finish. Becky waited. Once I was done.
“How long have you been a girl?” She asked.
“Only a couple of months,” I lied. “since school vaca started.”
“My folks let me dress at home since I was 6 but had to be a boy when I went to out.”
Interested I asked. “So how were you, yea know able to be a girl all the time. Or do you have to go back to school as a boy.”
“Nope, I am a girl all the time. Even when I go to school. That is one reason Daddy took the transfer at his work. We lived in Indianapolis. I felt bad every time I had to do something as a icky boy. Mommy and Daddy saw this. We moved for me.”
“Oh, that is cool.”
“So what about you?” Becky asked.
I thought, I had better not say I am hiding as my twin sister cause I saw something happen and the men who did it. They killed my family and thought they had killed me. So I had to think of something to tell her.
“I have wanted to be a girl as long as I can remember. When I was 4 my big sister dressed me in some of her old clothes. It was a blast. Soon as Mom saw me she got mad. I got my behind swatted. When daddy got home and mom told him I got it again. I was told to never do it again. It wasn't right. Girls are girls boys are boys. A girl can't be a boy and a boy can't be a girl.”
“My sister was grounded for two weeks for doing it. She was just having some fun. She would call me her little sister. But after she wouldn't dress me up anymore. I would beg her to. She said no.”
“I stole some of her old clothes that was to be given away.”
“Really?” Becky asked.
Nodding, :Uh huh. I would dress at night when everyone was asleep. I wore pretty things to bed. Then”
“then, then what happened?”
“I got caught. Dad saw the light under my door. I was wearing a dress. He found all the girl clothes I hid but a pair of panties. I got swatted so much I could hardly sit down. Those panties got worn out I wore them almost every night. I would wash them in the sink in the morning.”
I continued. “I would tell my mom and dad that I was really a girl inside. They didn't believe me, or wouldn't. Just after Christmas two years ago. I would run away to my Aunt Carman's. I would stay a day or two. Then my sister or brother would catch me at school. Drag me home.”
“Oh, Wow. Then what happened.”
“They found out where I was going. Mom called Aunt Carman about me staying with her until I stopped this calling myself a girl. Here I am, A girl. It was just last month”
“But you said your parents and brothers and sister were dead.”
In a sad shaky voice, “They were all killed in that house explosion last night.”
“That was your house.” A voice came from the behind me. Turning I saw a pretty lady a little older than Mom and Aunt Carman.
“Yeah,” I answered in a soft voice.
“I am so sorry that happened.” Becky said. “Oh, this is my Mom. Mom this is my new friend Sarah.”
“I am also Sorry. I saw it on the news last night. Are you doing Okay?”
“Yeah, Aunt Carman has been cool taking me shopping and for my hair cut.”
“If you ever need to talk or anything. Both me and Becky are here.”
“Thank you, Ma'am.”
“Becky tells me that you are transgender like she is.?”
“Yes, Ma'am. I am.”
“You will never have any problems with this household. As Becky, may have told you we are supportive of her.”
“She did, Thank you.” I smiled.
“Well it was nice meeting you.” Her Mom left.
Thinking, I hated telling that lie. What else could I have said. The truth may have put them in danger.
“So, have you thought what you are going to wear for your 1st day at school?” Becky asked.
“naw, I haven't. Have you?” returning the question.
“Me neither. I hoped you would so I could wear somethin like it.”
I just giggled. She started too.
It felt good to giggle like the girl I am. Did I just admit that. I actually kinda like it. The pretty clothes, and the looks.
“Let's look at what you have and see. What where you thinking?” I asked.
“Maybe a skirt and nice top. I always wanted to wear a skirt to school.”
“I hated to have to go to school as a icky boy. Having to do all the boy stuff.”
“It was awful. Mom and Daddy told me that once I went to JR high I could go as a girl. That was before daddy got the transfer.”
“Now we both can go to school as the girls we are. No more having to do the boy stuff.”
“Yeah”
we goofed around looking at Becky's clothes. She and I settled on a dark blue pleated skirt and a white blouse. She looked like one of those english school girls.
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“It was awful. Mom and Daddy told me that once I went to JR high I could go as a girl. That was before daddy got the transfer.”
“Now we both can go to school as the girls we are. No more having to do the boy stuff.”
“Yeah”
we goofed around looking at Becky's clothes. She and I settled on a dark blue pleated skirt and a white blouse. She looked like one of those english school girls.
“Girls?” We heard a call. From Becky's mom.
“Yeah,” Becky answered.
“I just ordered Dominos pizza. Sarah, would you like to stay for dinner.?”
“Yeah, let me check with my aunt.” I said. Pulling out my phone. I called Aunt Carman.
“Hello, Is there anything wrong?” She answered.
“Nope, Becky's mom asked me to stay for dinner. Can I?”
“Yes, You may. Remember your girly manners. Be home by 8.”
“Thank you. I will be home by 8. Bye.” I excitedly said and ended the call.
Turning to Becky, “I can.”
Yelling down the stairs, “Mom, Sarah can stay for dinner.”
“OK, I'll call when Daddy and Tommy get home with dinner.”
“Thanks, Mom.” Becky said.
“Thanks, Mrs. Walker.” I also said.
We sat back on Becky's bed. “Do you play video games?” Becky asked.
“Yeah, Do you have some.”
“It is the families, Come on.”
I followed Becky down to the family room that was toward the back of the house.
“Wow,” Was all I could say as I saw the huge flat screen TV they had.
“Cool ain't it. It is a 70 inch.”
I just nodded. She grabbed two controllers, handing me one. I sat on the couch.
“What kind of games do you like?” She asked.
“Mostly racing, some first person.”
“How about Moto X. It is one that we can play together.”
“Cool,”
Becky got everything ready. Logging in. I knew Sarah had an account on the x box but I only knew her gamer tag. Not her password. I could use my own. When it came time to log in I input TMHfan31, then my password. My gamer avatar was a huge guy that looked like a green gorilla.
Becky giggled at it. “Looks a little like you.” she teased.
I just pushed her over on the couch. Sam and Jessica would tease me about it too. “Maybe since I am able to be a girl. I should change it.” I smiled.
Sitting back up, still giggling. “You could put a pink bow in it's hair. Then It would really look like you.”
For that I pushed her over again, then I sat on her. With a giggle myself.
Just then her mom walked by. “Finally got what you deserved, Huh. Becky” She said.
“Mom, Help me I can't get up.” Becky called.
“Tough you got yourself into it. I'm not going to help.” Her Mom winked at me and smiled. Walking off.
“OK, Sarah. You can get off me, now.”
“Why it is comfortable sitting here.” I smiled.
“Come on get off. Please.”
“Did I hear a please, how about a pretty one.”
“OK, Pretty please with sugar on top.”
Getting off her, I did an arm jerk. “Yes, bonus, I got a sugar coated please.”
“NAH.” Becky stuck her tongue out at me.
I started giggling so much I fell off the couch. In which Becky hogged it all.
“Fine, I'll just sit here.”
“OK, are we gonna play or not?” She asked.
“I'm not the one falling over on the chair.”
The game starts, We both pick our riders and motorcycle color. Since I am a girl now I picked a pink motorcycle, and a blonde female rider. Becky used one already saved. Hers was in Pink and white.
We raced and goofed around for a while. Not sure what time it was. I heard a door open.
A man's voice call, “Girls food is here.”
“Daddy,” Becky squealed and ran to the door.
“How's my pumpkin?” I heard her dad say.
“Great, you like my hair and nails?”
“Very pretty.”He said.
“Looks good Munchkin” I heard another male voice.
“Daddy come and meet my new friend. She is like me.” Becky came leading her dad by the finger.
“Daddy, this is my friend, Sarah. She is in my grade and going to the same school as me.”
“Sarah, This is my Daddy.”
Smiling I said, “Hello, Mr. Walker”
Becky's dad was a big guy. Actually bigger than my dad was. He was dressed in a dark suit. A name tag hung from the pocket. One from the FBI. He was an FBI agent. I was like crap. I bet he knows about the shooting I saw and what really happened to my family. I got a little nervous.
“Come on girls better dig in before Tommy eats it all.” Mrs. Walker came from the kitchen with some paper plates. Becky's brother already had a slice of Pizza in each hand. He just smiled and kept eating.
I sat down at the table, after getting 3 pieces. I was hoping that I didn't look like a pig. But I noticed that Becky had 4 slices. So I didn't feel so bad.
“So Sarah, Do you live close?” Her Dad asked.
Finishing what I had in my mouth. “I live up the street with my Aunt.”
“Are your parents not supportive of your transition?”
Nodding, “They are not, and they are dead. They were killed in that house explosion last night.”
“I am sorry. I heard about that at work this morning.” Mr. Walker said.
“Yeah, it was my Mom, Dad,brothers and my sister.”
“They are still investigating it.”
“That is terrible.” Said Mrs. Walker.
“yeah, it is. How long have you been living as a girl?”
“Not long,” I said. “I am finally able to go to school as the real me this year.”
“That is why I took the supervisor position here in Toledo. So Becky can go to school as her true self too. We, home schooled her most of last year. She was getting bullied way to much. The school wouldn't do much to stop it.”
“I hope we are in the same class, that would be so cool.” Becky said, mouthful of pizza.
“Rebekah Lynn, That is not very lady like. Talking with your mouthful.”
Swallowing, “Sorry.”
“I hope we won't be bullied in our new school.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Don't worry, I will protect my little sister.” Tommy piped up between bits.
“How?” Becky asked. “You are in Jr High.”
“Let me worry about that.” He said.
Becky's Mom and Dad just shook their heads while rolling their eyes. That made both me and Becky giggle.
We finished dinner, I had one more piece, a bread twist and some buffalo chicken. I was stuffed. I couldn't help myself It was so good. We spent the rest of the time in Becky's room. Talking and listening to the radio.
I left about 7:45 to make sure I was able to make it home but 8. Without hurrying. I made sure to take Becky's parents for letting me come over and for dinner. The sun was just about to drop below the buildings as I got to Aunt Carman's or should I say home. Another car was in the driveway. Going in the back door. I found Aunt Carman in the living room talking with Tabatha.
“Hi, Did you have a good time at your friends.” She asked.
“Yeah, I did. Becky is great. I think I found a friend.”
“OH,”
“With her being transgender like me. She likes the same things as I do.”
“That is great, Sarah. I know I found a real friend when I met Carman here.”
“That is good. It is time to get cleaned up. Would you like to take a shower or a bath?”
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