The McComber Switch
By Karen Singer
Chapter 43 Part 2 of 2 – Impression Complications
March 8 – 9
As the school clock ticked its way down to lunchtime, Jimmy wondered if he would finally hear some of the guys talking about what a sissy her stupid brother was. Yeah, it’s possible it was still a bit too early, but by now the word really should be spreading. And the best part was that she wouldn’t get in trouble for spreading the word at all. Her dumb sissy brother had taken care of that all by himself.
When lunchtime finally came, Jimmy Joe filed out of the room along with everyone else. As always, she headed for the boy’s room to wait for her uncle to get there to escort her in. As sometimes happened, she saw him already waiting for her.
“Hi Jimmy,” he said as she walked up. He turned and led the way inside between several other boys in the school.
Jimmy had been in there so many times now that it no longer seemed strange at all. And there had been times while she was in there that she had seen things she knew she probably shouldn’t have. Fortunately, her uncle John had never mentioned those things any time it happened.
She did her business in the stall and came out as always to wash her hands while her Uncle John was talking with one of the guys. She had learned long ago that the majority of the guys never even bothered washing their hands. While she was at the sink, she heard some of the guys over by the urinals talking briefly, but not about anything she wanted to hear. As she headed for the dryers, she saw two of the other guys looking at her strangely – their eyes remained on her even though they were talking to each other. As she dried her hands, she turned her head and noticed them talking. One of them was still looking at her. She couldn’t really hear them since the one talking was speaking quietly and the noise from the dryer was too loud, but at one point she was almost sure she heard the word sissy.
The dryer cut off, and feeling very satisfied with herself, she nodded to her uncle to signify that she was done and was leaving now.
“Hold on, Jimmy,” her uncle said quickly. “I need to talk to you for a minute before you go to lunch.
That surprised her, but only a little. Her Uncle John hurried over and the two of them headed for the door together. The two boys were still talking and still looking somewhat at her. And just before they opened the door to walk out, she thought she heard one of them say, “See what I mean?” She left, not knowing what they were referring to. But she was sure now that the word about her brother was finally getting the attention it deserved.
“What do you need?” she asked her uncle as she followed him in the direction of his office.
“Your aunt and I are a little concerned about something that may come up,” John replied.
“What?” she asked as they turned onto his office.
“Let’s wait for your, um, sister to get here.”
“Because it concerns both of you.”
Jimmy Joe breathed a silent sigh of relief. Since her twin was also involved, it didn’t sound like she had done anything wrong. She hoped!
It was only a short wait before Jane escorted Jasmine Jade into the office. Jimmy had seen him all morning of course, but she still automatically looked him over. He looked like a girl of course, but she had no doubt she could have made his outfit look a lot better. Better tights would have made a big difference, and the jewelry he had chosen was all wrong. And why did he insist on wearing those stupid boots so often? And his hair…it was definitely getting time for him to seriously learn to do something else with it. But the part that bothered her the most was that he was wearing almost no makeup at all. The only little bit she could see was some eyeshadow that was barely noticeable. Not even any lipstick or lip gloss. He was supposed to be a girl! She herself wore more makeup than ever lately. Why shouldn’t he?
Jasmine said nothing as he sat in the seat his uncle motioned to with his eyes. He didn’t think he was in any kind of trouble. At least he hoped he wasn’t.
“We wanted to talk to you two for a minute about something that may come up,” John said to them. Then he looked to his wife to continue for him.
“I got a few phone calls yesterday from some of the mothers of the girls at the party,” she said. “And one of them mentioned something that I’m worried may come up. And by that, I mean, you two may be asked about it.”
“I wasn’t even there,” Jimmy Joe said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. “Why should I be worried about it?”
“Because it involves both of you,” John replied.
Jimmy gave an overly loud sigh. “What did I do now?”
“Nothing,” Jane replied quickly. “You haven’t done anything wrong at all. You just need to be prepared. Just in case.”
“In case of what?” Jimmy asked.
Jane shook her head. “How much do you two know about transgendered people or even transvestites?”
Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “Say what?”
“One of the mothers of the girls at the party asked me if Jasmine was like some of the transgendered people they talk about on TV or in the news.”
“Too late!” Jasmine said, interrupting her.
“What do you mean?” Jane asked.
“You’re too late. One of my friends from class already asked me that earlier this morning.”
Jane was surprised. “Oh,” she replied. “And what did you tell her?”
“We kind of put her off because we didn’t know if it’s something we’re allowed to talk about or not.”
“Who’s we?” John asked for clarity.
“Nichole and me. We were at our lockers when she asked.”
“And when you said you put her off,” John continued, “what exactly did you tell her?”
“That I wasn’t planning on changing my sex, and that we had to talk to the family first before we could tell her what was really going on. Everyone knows of course about the punishment, but only the family knows about the hormones.”
John looked to Jane. “Maybe they gave exactly the right answer for now. I’m wondering if maybe we need to sit down with Clint and Susan and discuss this more fully.”
“I think you’re right,” Jane replied. “Just how much of this do we want to get out? And all the girls at the party were thinking he was a real girl after they saw his breasts, but...”
“You were showing your boobs around at the party?” Jimmy Joe asked, shocked. “What kind of pervert are you?”
“No! I didn’t!” Jasmine replied. “They just kind of…saw them in my bra when I was changing.”
“In your bra? You need to stop stuffing them so much!”
“I don’t put anything in my bras...except me!” Jasmine fired back.
“Okay you two. Stop it!” John said quickly. He didn’t miss the dirty hateful looks Jimmy Joe was levelling at her brother. “Let’s get back to the subject. For now, let’s continue to keep it quiet about the hormones until we decide what to do about it, and in the meantime, I’d like both of you to start studying about transgendered people, transvestites, crossdressers, and anything else along those lines.”
“What do you want to know about it?” Jasmine asked him.
“What do you mean?” John asked.
“I mean I’ve been reading about all that stuff since this whole thing started.”
“You have?” Jimmy Joe asked.
“Of course! Haven’t you?”
There was no doubting the sheepish look on Jimmy’s face. “Only a little. And only…lately.”
John nodded. “Then I think you should start looking at it more seriously. I’m going to look at a few things too, and together we’ll sit down in a day or two and talk about it. All of us together. Like it or not, I think you two need to be prepared if the subject comes up.”
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“Geez! It’s about time you got here,” Nichole exclaimed as Jasmine finally set his lunch tray down across from Olivia. Jimmy Joe was only a few moments behind.
“What did my mom want to talk to you about?” Olivia asked. “And I’m guessing she wanted to talk to both of you.”
“I thought I was in trouble for a minute when your father took me down to his office,” Jimmy added.
“So what was the big deal?” Allison asked.
Jasmine leaned forward and lowered his voice. “They’re afraid that some of the kids are going to start asking us if we’re changing our sex like some of those people on TV.”
Nichole giggled. “They’re a little too late then. It’s already started. What did they say you should tell everyone?”
“Nothing yet. They want to discuss it with the family first and find out.”
“Maybe they’ll finally decide to end this whole stupid thing,” Allison said.
“We can only hope!” Jimmy replied.
Jasmine said nothing.
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John and Jane were both a little late joining the rest of the teachers at their lunch table. It happed once in a while with all of the teachers, but more often for John, so none of the other teachers thought anything of it. Mrs. Ansley though, had been waiting to talk with them. She waited until they were both finally seated and ready to eat before speaking. “I overheard something…odd this morning from one of the girls in my class.”
“What’s that?” John as asked as he stuffed a bite of bread into his mouth.
“She was telling one of the other girls that Jasmine...um, the one who’s…”
“Jade,” Jane said, to clarify things. “The girls decided to nickname her Jade. I mean they named him Jade.”
“Yes, so I heard,” Mrs. Ansley replied. “And maybe that’s exactly the point. I overheard her whispering that, um, Jade is a real girl and not a boy at all. And I’m sure she said she saw his boobs – to use her words.”
Jane and John both stopped eating and looked at her seriously.
“His boobs?” Mrs. Marker asked.
“That’s what she said,” Mrs. Ansley replied. “I’m sure I heard her say she had seen them.”
John and Jane looked at each other with somewhat troubled looks.
“Ha!” Mr. O’Conner grunted. “I’ll admit that, um, Jade looks a bit too much like a real girl lately, and Jimmy, um, the other one…”
“Joe. Jimmy Joe or Jasmine Joe,” Jane supplied.
Mr. O’Conner nodded. “Joe then…looks way too much like a boy to be comfortable about. But you know kids, they think they see something when in reality they don’t.”
Mrs. Boyle, who taught all the really young students, felt she had to speak up. “I don’t know about that. Some of those kids see more than we think.”
“Yes, true,” Mr. O’Conner replied, “but it’s the interpretation of what they see that all too often comes into question.”
“Mrs. Boyle rolled her eyes. “Sometimes, Mr. O’Conner. I’ll admit that’s true all too often, but there are also a lot of times when the kids see things that we ourselves should. It’s been my experience that as adults, we sometimes try to not see what’s plainly in front of our faces.”
Mr. O’Conner grinned. “Also true. But in this case, I seriously doubt that Jasmine…or Jade if you will, is a real girl.” He looked to John. “Am I right?”
John could barely find his voice. “Um, of…” he cleared his throat and continued on more firmly. “Of course you’re right. Jasmine…Jade is really a boy and Jimmy… Joe, is really a girl.”
“To tell the truth,” Mrs. Marker tossed out. “I’m beginning to wonder about the both of them. Especially Jasmine…Jade!”
John and Jane quickly glanced at each other again, but neither of them said anything. They attempted to dismiss the subject by going back to their lunches.
“Now I know I’m probably wrong about all this,” Mrs. Marker continued after a few moments and two more bites of her lunch, “but you’ve got to admit, both those children have changed rather drastically in the last few months. Way too much to be dismissed by just some makeup and some clothes. And what in the world is Jimmy Joe doing when she’s being her brother? What’s she doing with her breasts, binding them up every day? The girl is what, twelve years old now?”
“Not for a few more weeks,” Jane told her.
“But close enough,” Mrs. Marker replied. “Every other girl her age has breasts that show, at least somewhat. Yes, okay, I see them when she’s being a girl, which isn’t very often anymore, but breasts the size that I see them when she’s being herself I would imagine would be getting difficult to hide. What the heck is she doing with them all the rest of the time when she’s supposed to be Jimmy…or Joe?”
She waited for an answer from either Jane or John. When she didn’t get one, she continued. “And then there’s Jade. Yeah, I know that hairdo of his makes him still look like a girl, even on the few days now that he’s supposed to be a boy, but the hairdo is growing out now, and he’s still looking more and more like a girl than ever. And have you noticed his body shape – even when he’s supposed to be a boy? Last week I saw him in the hallway as a boy, and I was convinced he was still wearing a bra under his shirt and stuffing something in it. And don’t get me started on the shape of his hips and waist lately. Even dressed as a boy, he still looks way too much like a girl – a real girl!” She looked straight at John and Jane. “What the heck is going on with them, because obviously something major really is happening?”
Both John and Jane searched for words. “I’m…” Jane started to say, but she didn’t know how to continue.
“We can’t discuss this right now,” John told them plainly.
“If not now, then when?” Mrs. Marker asked. “As their teachers, I think we all need to know what’s going on.”
John nodded. “I’ll have to let you know. But right now, we can’t discuss it. Especially here in the lunchroom.”
Mrs. Marker nodded. “I look forward to another teachers meeting. Soon!”
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After lunch, Jimmy Joe followed the rest of the girls to drop his lunch tray off. Afterwards, she again saw some of the guys looking at her. She didn’t know why she got the impression they were looking at her. More than likely they were looking at her dumb flaky brother right in front of her. But once again she thought she heard the word “sissy” softly whispered. Yeah, her dumb brother was in for it for sure! And just before they got out of the lunch room, she heard the words, “real girl” used. She didn’t know who had said it, but those kids were obviously talking about her! At least they all could see that she was a real girl – no matter how she was dressed.
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Later that day in Mechanics class, Jimmy Joe again noticed a few of the guys talking quietly and then giving her those weird sideways glances. But twice she heard the word “sissy” whispered, before she figured out what was going on. The word about her brother was finally being passed around, and they were all now realizing that everything she had told them before was the truth. So those glances they were giving her were nothing but acknowledgement that she had been telling them the truth all along. She was feeling very proud of herself when the final bell rang and school was over.
She rode the bus home sitting next to Ethan again, like she did more often than not now. But if only she could be sitting next to him as a girl…and he could be thinking of her as a girl too. That would be sooooo much better. Perfect in fact! But it wasn’t, and for now she was glad to settle for what she could get.
The bus finally stopped at their usual bus stop and all the McComber kids started to get off. Since she was sitting further back with Ethan, she was one of the last of the clan kids to leave the bus. Unfortunately, as she was walking down the narrow bus aisle, one of the boys turned and looked up at her. “Bye, sissy,” he said with an all too big grin on his face.
Jimmy stopped, totally shocked. “What did you say?” she asked angrily.
“Shut up and move!” Tommy’s voice came quickly as he shoved her forward toward the exit.
But Jimmy didn’t want to go. She looked angrily back at the boy while her brother continued to push her to leave the bus. “Don’t you call me a sissy!” she yelled back at the boy. Her anger increased as she saw him start to laugh, just before Tommy pushed her down the steps. She nearly fell getting off the bus. As soon as she had recovered her balance, she took a few steps away from the bus and looked back toward the window where the boy had been sitting. “Don’t you dare call me a sissy!” she yelled again.
“Shut up!” Tommy yelled, grabbing her and pulling her away from the bus. “Just drop it!”
“But he called me a sissy! You heard him.”
“So I’m not a sissy and you know it!”
“Then stop acting like it!” Tommy yelled back.
“I’m not!” She looked to Ethan. “Tell him. Tell him I’m not a sissy.”
Ethan shook his head. “Man, mostly you look like a guy,” he said. “Too much like a guy. But if you’re going to look that much like a guy, then you’ve got to stop acting so much like a damn girl!”
“But I am a girl! A real girl!”
“Could have fooled me,” Ethan muttered as he turned and started walking up the hill.
Jimmy just stood there angrily looking after him. She balled her fists. She wanted to hit something…or someone, but there was nobody she could fight with. How dare they? How dare they? How dare they? And she was a real girl! No matter what those damn hormones were starting to do to her now. She was a real girl, and nothing and no one could ever take that away from her. And someday, she was going to be a real girl again. All the way.