Friday, February 5, 2016

The McComber Switch - Chapter 27 Part 1 of 3 - Attitude Shopping



The McComber Switch
By Karen Singer

Chapter 27 Part 1 of 3 - Attitude Shopping
Jan 24 - 26

Bright yellow tights.  His sister’s colorful zigzag skirt.  A black knit top with a white cardigan sweater over it.  The nice boots to help keep his legs warm.  And a yellow bow in his hair to match his tights.  If Jasmine wasn’t so used to it now he’d literally scream – which is what he really felt like doing.  But he was more used to it now, and he knew perfectly well that screaming wouldn’t do him any good at all. 
With his sister’s school coat over it all, he grabbed his sister’s heavy purse and followed his mother out to the car.  He was more used to carrying the purse around now, but it still irked him. 
“So how has school been?” Susan asked as she left the driveway.  “You haven’t said much about it all week.”
“Weird!” Jasmine replied.
“What’s weird?”
“School!”
“What’s weird about it?”
“Everything!”
“Like what?”
“Well, ever since Jas…”
“You mean Jimmy!”
He rolled his eyes and sighed.  “Whatever!  Ever since she decided she wasn’t going to hang around with her friends anymore, they’ve…”
“Jas isn’t spending time with her friends?” Susan asked, shocked to hear it.
“Not since Tuesday,” Jasmine replied.
“When did that happen?”
“I just told you.  Tuesday.”
“No, I mean…why?”
“I don’t know.  Jas just got it into her head to pretty much disown them all.  And when she did it, Allison came and got me and literally dragged me to their lunch table and said I was now a part of them instead.  Trust me, it’s all weird!”
“Um…yeah.  I bet.  So what happened?”
“Well, ever since then, they all seem to be hanging extra close to me.  And whenever anyone says something about what a sissy I am now, the girls all get real huffy about it and won’t let me even say a word back at them.  And sometimes, Mom, I really want to punch some of those guys out so bad it hurts!  But the girls won’t let me!”
“Thank heaven!” Susan exclaimed.  “Um, is your sister still spreading trash about you again?  I thought your father put a stop to that.”
“I’m not real sure,” he replied.  “I kind of think so, but since the girls all keep me away from the guys so much, I don’t really know.  In fact, the only time I seem to be near any guys at all is when I’m sitting at my desk in class.  And that’s about it.”
“Remind me to thank the girls later!” Susan said.  “The last thing we need is for you to start a fight somewhere.”
“Hey, I wouldn’t be starting it. They would, by saying all that junk about me.”
Susan looked menacingly over at him for a moment before turning back to watch the road.  “What kind of things are they saying?”
He shrugged.  “I don’t know.  It’s all mostly stuff about what a sissy I am now and how I actually think I’m a girl now instead of a boy.”
“And do you think it’s your sister that’s spreading these things, or is it just the things the others see in you now.”
“Things they see in me?”
“Like you showing up to school every Monday dressed as your sister.  Or like the fact that you’re constantly hanging around with your girlfriends.  Or…um…I guess your hair is starting to get more than a bit long for a boy now too.  Although what I really think is that it needs some shaping again.”
His hands automatically went to his hair, feeling the length of it a bit.  “I don’t know,” he replied.  “I guess it could be all that.  Maybe it would be better if I didn’t hang with the girls now.  I’m not really one of them anyway.”
“Don’t you dare!” she cautioned him quickly.  “It sounds to me like they’re the only thing that’s keeping you from starting a fight.”
“Like I said,” he replied, “I wouldn’t be starting it!”
She again glared at him angrily.  “Just don’t stop hanging with the girls.  Okay?  Promise me?”
“Unless they don’t want me around anymore,” he replied.  “Which most likely will be the case if Jas…I mean Jimmy finally decides to start hanging with them again.”
Susan didn’t know which would be the better thing, her daughter once again back with her friends, or her friends protecting Jimmy.

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“Don’t forget your purse, dear,” Susan said to him once she had parked the car and was starting to get out.”
“Ugh!  Why do I always have to carry this thing?  I’m not going to need it anyway.”
“All women carry purses,” she replied.  “Get used to it!”
“Ugh!” he grunted again as he pulled his sister’s purse up from the floor and got out of the car.  “Why is her stupid purse so heavy?” he asked as they headed for the stores.
“First of all, it’s your purse.  And how should I know?  What do you have in it?”
“I don’t know.  The only time I ever open it is to put my lunch money in it or take it out, or to grab a pen or something.”
“Well it’s your purse,” she told him.  “If you think it’s too heavy, then clean it out.”
“Does Jas have another purse that I can use instead that isn’t so…heavy?  I don’t want to get rid of anything she might need.”
“You have lots of purses.  And you know perfectly well where they are.”
“Maybe I’ll just do that,” Jasmine decided.  “Maybe I can set one up just for me that won’t have so much junk in it.”
“That’s up to you dear,” Susan replied.  “In fact, while we’re out, if you see a new one that you’d like, then maybe we can get it for you.”
Shopping for a new purse wasn’t exactly high on Jasmine’s list of things he wanted to do.
“Now don’t forget,” Susan told him.  “Smile!  You really do look so much nicer.”
Ugh!
Jasmine followed his mother into one of the major department stores.  “What are we looking for?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “We’re just shopping today.  I was thinking though of looking at some new leggings while we’re out.  They’re very popular right now.”
“Where are they?” he asked.
“I don’t know.  We’ll find them eventually.”
“Should we ask?”
“Jas, we’re here to shop.  There’s lots of things for us to look at.  I really just want to enjoy the afternoon shopping with my daughter.  Okay?  Relax…and smile!”
He showed her one of his mock smiles, then broke into a more honest grin afterwards because he thought it was funny.
“You really do need to do that more,” she told him.
He put the mock smile back on his face.
“Not that!” she exclaimed.
Once again, the genuine smile returned.
“That!” she told him with a laugh.  She shook her head. “Jas, you could be beautiful if you just smiled more.”
He didn’t dare tell her that he wasn’t the least bit interested in being “beautiful.”  Of course, just then, the thing he really wanted was to not get laughed at, so he did his best to keep at least some semblance of a smile on his face…as if it would really help, which he seriously doubted.
He wasn’t at all comfortable going into the women’s department of the store – he never had been.  The girls department either.  Fortunately, in the past, every time he had been there with his mother, she had never lingered there long.  However, that wasn’t the case now.  Now he was more uncomfortable than ever because she was there to shop specifically in that department.  And since she was obviously moving all to casually and slowly as she looked and picked at all too many things, he felt more uncomfortable than ever in that overly feminine world.
Susan didn’t often buy dresses, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t look at them often.  She just rarely went anywhere where she could wear them.  As Jasmine stood back watching her, she allowed herself the luxury of flipping through dress after dress on the racks in her size, stopping occasionally to examine some of them more closely.  She pulled one out for a closer look, then she turned to Jasmine as she held it up in front of her body.  “What do you think?” she asked. 
Jasmine didn’t know what to think.  “Um, it’s nice, I guess?”
Susan’s face pursed up in a look of annoyance.  “Jas, you’ve really got to get more interested in this stuff.  Don’t your girlfriends all talk about clothes with you?”
Once again he rolled his eyes.  “Constantly!” he sighed.  “You should hear them sometimes.  They never stop!”
“Maybe you should start listening a little closer to what they’re saying,” she said.  “Start forming some of your own opinions.”
“Why?” he asked.
His question was exasperating.  “What do you mean, why?  Why not?  It wouldn’t kill you to try to get interested in what would look nice on you or not.  Don’t you have opinions about what you see others wearing?  Don’t you ever notice if someone looks nice or not?  You’ve got to notice that sometimes.”
He thought about that for a moment as his mother put the dress she was holding back on the rack.  “Everyone pretty much always looks nice,” he decided.
“They do?” Susan replied.  “All the time?”
He shrugged.  “As far as I can see.”
“What about if a woman’s hair isn’t fixed or if she hasn’t bothered to put any makeup on.  Would she look nice?”
“I don’t know.  I guess it depends.”
“On what?”
“On what she was doing.”
“Let’s say she’s out shopping…like we are.  Would she look nice for that?”
“I don’t know,” he said again.  “I guess I’d have to see.” 
This time it was Susan who rolled her eyes.  “Well, if you spot anyone today who doesn’t look nice, then let me know!”  She looked at him again.  “And while you’re at it, don’t forget to smile again.”
Ugh!  “My face is starting to hurt.”
She ignored him and went back to looking at the clothes, moving slowly and casually, not purposely taking her time except to enjoy being out in the stores.  Twenty minutes later, they found some leggings and Susan began going through them.
“They look like Jas’s tights, only heavier,” Jasmine told her as he looked over her shoulder at some leggings that were all brightly colored patterns.
“You mean like your tights,” Susan corrected him.  “And yes, they certainly do,” she replied as she studied the bold patterns seriously.  “I know they’re really popular right now, but do I dare wear something like these?  Like you said, they do look an awful lot like some of those tights you have.”
“I wish I could wear those instead of skirts,” Jasmine replied.  “At least they’d be warmer.  And they would be something to wear other than a skirt.”
Susan looked at him.  “You’ve got a couple of pairs of these things in your drawer.  You can wear them anytime you want – under one of your skirts.  You don’t have to always wear tights like you do.”
“I don’t?”
“No.  Of course not.”
“Can I get a few more pairs of those then?” he asked.
She smiled.  “Sure!”

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Two and a half hours later, Susan and Jasmine were both carrying a number of bags.  One of the bags Susan held contained two pairs of leggings that Susan was very worried about wearing in public – or even in the house for that matter.  They really did look like some of Jasmine’s all too brightly patterned tights!  But she had noticed so many women wearing them under skirts or long tops that she felt she just had to buy them.  Of course, she held another bag that held two more pairs that pretty much looked like jeans.  She would have no problem wearing those.  She also had hopes that her husband would have even less problem with her wearing them around him – like when she was interested in getting him into the bedroom after the kids had settled down to sleep.
She thought about the leggings that Jasmine had selected – and finally tried on.  One pair – in plain black.  He had wanted the same jean pattern she had bought, but she had told him she didn’t want him wearing jeans of any kind to school.  So he had chosen plain black.  Definitely not something his sister would have chosen.  But…they would certainly go with just about anything. 
She had sent him into the changing room to try them on, with orders to come out so she could see how they looked on him.  It took her no time at all to decide that wearing skirts over top of them would have to be mandatory for him – even if he wasn’t already supposed to be wearing skirts.  The tight stretchy fitting slacks had been thin enough to show that while she thought his hips were starting to grow some, they hadn’t grown enough to look convincing enough for him to pass that well.  And that had been the view from the back.  It was the view from the front that had been the worst.  His crotch had just looked all wrong!  So skirts of some type over top of them were going to be essential – one way or another.
Susan had noticed that for most of the day he had only stood back and watched her shop.  The only time he had ever shown the least bit of interest was very briefly while they had been trying to pick out some leggings for him.  And even then it had been a bare minimal interest, as if he really just wanted to get away from there as quickly as possible.  It wasn’t hard for her to figure out that he was just too embarrassed to shop for girl’s clothes. 
Later, when she had taken him through a store that had a really good handbag collection, she had to literally talk him into selecting a new purse for himself – after he had expressed an interest in getting one earlier.  And even then, he had seemed so nervous that it had really been her that had chosen one for him.  The most he had done was to nod his head and agree that the one she had selected had been fine.  She was tempted to just forget the whole thing and leave the purse on the shelf.  She still thought that she should have. 
But it was in that same store a little while later where she had seen him finally take an interest in something.  Sort of.  She had been looking at some nice long sweater tops in the store to go with the new leggings she had bought, when she had noticed him looking across the aisle at a rack full of skirts.  She had stood there for quite a while just watching him, and he had kept looking at them.  “Like them?” she had finally asked.
“Like what?” he had replied quickly as he turned his head back toward her.  She couldn’t help but notice his face starting to turn red. 
“The skirts.”
“Um…what skirts?”
She had almost totally lost it with him then.  “Stop it Jas!” she had said.  “Do you like the skirts?”
“Um…I was just thinking…”
“What?”
“Well, they all look pretty long.”
“Yes,” she had said.  “They are.  They’re supposed to be that way.”
“Oh.”  And then he hadn’t said another word about it and had remained turned away from them.  She had continued shopping for a few more minutes, when she saw his eyes turn briefly back toward them again.  “Oh for heaven’s sake!” she had exclaimed.  She had literally dragged him into the girl’s department at that point, and took him to every rack of long skirts they had.  Knowing his reluctance, she had forced him to pull skirt after skirt off of the racks and hold them up to look at them better, and also hold them up against his waist to get some idea of how they would look and how long they would be.  He hadn’t exactly been comfortable doing it, but she had felt that it was time to start getting him past all that embarrassment.  And he really didn’t need to be embarrassed.  She hadn’t seen one person all day who gave him a second look as if he wasn’t really a girl.  Which was something that did help her day to be much more pleasant.
By the time they had left the store, he was carrying a bag with a new pair of leggings, a bag with his new purse in it, and a bag with a long pink skirt.  She had really liked the skirt they had both chosen.  While it was fairly fitted at the waist and across the hips, it then widened out into a nice wide skirt that would be comfortable for him to wear.  To her, the style of it almost looked a bit western.  And the pink color would really go well with the pink leather purse she had picked out for him.
And now with their arms fully loaded, especially hers, they were heading back to the car again.  And that was when he said, “There’s one!”
“There’s what?”
“There,” he said, “That woman over there,” he said indicating a woman just then hurrying toward the stores. 
The woman was obviously in a hurry, and obviously didn’t look like she had planned on being out shopping for any length of time like they had been.  “What about her?” she asked.
“You said to let you know when I see someone who doesn’t really look good.”
She stared at the woman, but only for a moment since she could tell that the woman had seen them looking at her and was a bit embarrassed.  “Stop staring, dear,” she said as she forced herself to keep walking.  “But you’re right.  She isn’t exactly dressed as nicely as most others here, is she?”
“You said to let you know.”
“Yes.  And because she wasn’t as nicely dressed, did she seem to stand out to you more?”
It was a moment before he replied.  “I guess,” he replied.
“How about a little more than you guess!  Face it, you only noticed her more because she wasn’t as nicely dressed as everyone else.”
“Okay,” he admitted.
“So the point is, maybe taking an interest in what you’re wearing and how you look, might keep people from taking too much of an interest in you.  Isn’t that what you really want?”
She didn’t have to look at him to know he was doing his usual eye rolling again.  “Ugh!”
“Now what’s wrong?”
“In other words,” he replied, “in order to keep people from noticing me too much, I’ve got to become even more of a sissy.”
This time it was Susan who rolled her eyes.  “Not a sissy, Jas, a girl!  You’re a girl right now, not a sissy!  Get that through that thick skull of yours.  And besides, didn’t I tell you once that there’s no such thing as a sissy girl in the way you keep thinking of it?”
“Try explaining that to Jimmy!”

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Tuesday, February 2, 2016

The McComber Switch - Chapter 26 Part 2 of 2



The McComber Switch
By Karen Singer

Chapter 26 Part 2 of 2 - The Doctor is Out
Jan 19 - 24


The following afternoon, Brian hurried out of his office and got into his truck and started the long drive down to Little Rock.  It took him nearly three hours to finally get there and find Doctor Cynthia Hapkins’ office.  Once there, he had to wait while she finished up with her final patient of the day.  Finally, he was allowed into her office.  He wasn’t sure what to expect as to her appearance, but he was very pleasantly surprised to be faced with a completely normal looking woman. 
“Doctor McComber,” she said as she got up from behind her desk to shake his hand.  “I’m so glad to meet you.  Please.  Have a seat,” she said.
“Thanks,” Brian replied.  He noticed now that perhaps her hands might be a bit big, but not really.  He waited while she went back around to sit behind her desk.  “I appreciate that you agreed to see me so soon,” he told her.
She waved the comment off with her hand.  “Doctor Bolling and I go way back,” she told him.  “He seemed to think this was a fairly important case.”
“Two cases, actually,” Brian told her.
“Yes,” she said.  “A boy and a girl,” if I remember.  “And they’re in the same family.  And they both want to transition.  I must say, that’s very odd!”
Brian nodded.  “Yes it is.  And the entire family…and by family, I mean the extended family, they all want things to go as slow as possible.  We’re hoping to change their minds.  But so far, I’m afraid things have already gone far longer than any of us hoped.”
“I see,” she said.  “And I understand fully.  You know of course, that some children who feel they’re the wrong gender, commit suicide if they’re held back too much.”
Brian nodded.  “I’m afraid we had a little scare over that a week ago.  Fortunately, it turned out we were wrong.  There was no problem like that actually happening.  Just a lot of depression.”
She nodded.  “And of course, you know where that depression can lead,” she said.
“That’s why we were so concerned.  The entire family is watching those two very closely.”
“I’m sure they are,” she replied. 
“One of the things I most wanted to discuss with you,” Brian said, “is the female to male patient.  I’m…well actually the entire family, is very concerned with her mood swings.  And from what I can tell, they seem to be getting worse.  She’s actually becoming a problem with the way she goes into major screaming matches, even with her own mother.  And her behavior towards one of her brothers is sometimes even worse.”
Cynthia nodded.  “I’m actually not surprised.”
“You’re not?”
“No.  Doctor Bolling was kind enough to send me his blood analysis on both of them.  I’m actually surprised to see such low levels of the hormones in both of them – even at this early stage.  The dosage he told me you gave them seems to be a bit low to me, even for an initial trial dose on pre-teens of their age.  But if I understand correctly, you haven’t increased it yet.”
Brian shook his head.  “Not yet.  The family really wants this to go slowly.  Not too many changes.  They really want the whole business to end.”
“Yes,” she said, “but at the same time, children who are determined, need to see those changes, or at least some of them.  You can only hold them back so much.  And don’t forget, it’s still early stages for each of them.  All of it can easily be reversed still.”
“Doctor Bolling strongly suggested I increase the dosage as well.  We talked about implants for them instead of what I’ve been using.”
She nodded.  “Implants are an excellent way to go,” she confirmed.  “Far better than what you’re using right now.  In my opinion anyway.”
“But will they help with the violent mood explosions from the girl?” Brian asked.
She thought about that for a moment.  “Doctor McComber, let me put it this way.  You’re basically taking a girl, and injecting her with testosterone – the aggression hormone.  Testosterone alone can bring on all kinds of aggression problems if you’re not careful with it.  But in this case, I believe that her natural estrogen hormones are at war with the amount of testosterone that’s in her system, and the resulting confusion is coming out as far worse mental swings than she should have.  Does that answer your question?”
Brian nodded.  “Yes, unfortunately.  So increasing the testosterone, will most likely actually mellow her out instead of making her worse.”
“Most likely,” she said.  “Because her system will be going one direction instead of trying to go two different directions at the same time.”
Brian nodded again.  “And how about her brother, the other patient. He’s shown some small signs of aggression, but not that much.  In fact, what he’s shown has the whole family rather proud of him lately.”
“I’m not sure what you mean there,” she said, “but at any rate, I would expect that getting his hormones into a more normal state would only help his well-being as well.  Once again, for each of them, they’d be moving in one direction, instead of their systems being at war with each other over which way to go.”
Brian nodded.  “I guess, no matter how I look at it, we’d be better off increasing their new hormones.”
She nodded.  “I’d highly recommend it.”
By the time Brian got home that night, it was too late for him to phone anyone.  And he particularly needed to talk with Clint and Susan.  He had good news for them – which unfortunately they would also see as bad news. 

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Jimmy was out working with her Uncle Jed, and this time Ethan again. For once there wasn’t a shovel in sight.  No other tools as far as she could see either.  Instead, her Uncle Jed was driving them all out to look at some property that Jacob was considering buying that adjoined their hunting preserve. 
Mostly, it was a really nice trip since all they were doing was riding in the truck and talking.  And she enjoyed talking about hunting with both Uncle Jed and Ethan.  Her only problem, was her.  She wasn’t feeling totally right.  And the way she wasn’t feeling right was similar to some of the problems she had been experiencing on and off for the last six months, when her periods had started.  Somewhat started, because even though she was plagued by periods now, they really didn’t happen as often as they did for all her girlfriends.  And while she had spotted a bit about a month ago, it had now been a long time since she’d had a “for-real” period.  But as far as she could tell, that feeling wasn’t…quite right this time.  So she didn’t know what her problem was and she did her best to ignore it.
When Jed finally pulled off the road, Jimmy saw another pickup truck waiting for them.  A large older man got out of the other truck as Jed parked next to it.  While she and Ethan got out of their truck, she saw Jed go over and shake the man’s hand.  The land they were on was filled with tall pine trees – all of them planted in long straight rows.  Ethan shook the man’s hand too and then the man held his hand out toward Jimmy.  Jimmy shook his hand as firmly as she could.  She was surprised to note that as far as she could tell, the man didn’t seem to notice that she wasn’t a boy.  But then, he looked to be getting pretty old. 
And then they started walking deep into the forest of pines.  While Jed and Ethan and the man talked, she followed them.  From what she gathered, the man was having all his pine trees cut and sold, and then he was going to sell the land to whoever wanted it.  She took it that her grandpa probably wanted the land to add to the huge amount of forest they already owned.  The only problem was, that she kept hearing Ethan discuss tree farming with the man, as if the family was considering growing trees like farmers grew corn or something. 
They walked a long way as the man pointed out various things and landmarks, showing them a large part of what he wanted to sell. 
And then Jimmy felt something bad.  That feeling she had been worried about started worrying her all over again as she realized she was most likely starting to bleed into her boxer shorts.  Now what was she going to do?  If she was bleeding, she knew it couldn’t be too bad yet.  But with her pants on and walking around like they were, she had no way of looking to check.  She was very worried though that all the walking she was doing would only make it bleed worse. 
They had started walking to yet another part of the property when she felt she had no choice.  “Um, Uncle Jed,” she finally said.
“Yeah Jimmy?”
How could she tell him without it being too embarrassing?  “Um, can I talk to you a minute?”
“Sure,” Jed replied.  “What do you need?”
“Um, I’ve kind of got a problem.”
“What’s that?”
“Um, a personal problem.”  They all stopped and looked at her.  “Um can I talk to you in private for a minute?  Please?”
Jed was confused, but he nodded his head.  “Okay,” he said.  Then he led Jimmy off to the side a ways.  “What’s your big problem?”
Ethan stood back with their neighbor land owner watching Jed and Jimmy talking.  But what they didn’t expect to see was Jed suddenly tilt his head back and start roaring with laughter. 
“Hey guys,” Jed called to Ethan and their neighbor.  “I’m afraid we’ve gotta head back.  We’ve got a little…personal problem here that needs attending to.”
Jimmy felt so embarrassed.

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It was mid-morning by the time Brian phoned Clint.  “Clint, are you and Susan going to be home for a little while,” he asked.
“I guess so,” Clint replied.  “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.  Sue mentioned something about going shopping this afternoon, but she’s here right now.”
“Good,” Brian said.  “I need to come over and talk with both of you about the twins.”
“Good news or bad?” Clint asked.
“Both.  Sort of.  Hopefully better news than bad.”
“We’ll brace ourselves for the bad stuff anyway.  Come on over.”
It was twenty minutes later by the time Brian got to their house.  Sue handed him a cup of coffee as soon as he walked in, and they all sat at the kitchen table. 
“So what’s the problem now?” Clint asked, getting tired of all the problems with the twins.
“Well,” Brian replied, “the problem I think, is me.  Or at least I guess I’m the cause of a lot of it.”
“Okay,” Susan replied.  “What problem, and why are you the cause?”
“I just got back from Little Rock last night,” Brian told them.  “I’ve been consulting with some very knowledge doctors about the twins.  And they both were very concerned that the low dosages of the hormones I’ve given to them so far could most likely be causing some major psychological problems in them.  Particularly the temper tantrums that Jasmine has been throwing.  According to both the doctors I talked with, I haven’t given either twin enough to fully subdue their natural hormones and so they’re winding up with all those hormones in their systems fighting with each other.  As one doctor put it, the hormones are at war with each other and are trying to drive their bodies in two different directions at the same time.  And that hormone war is without a doubt contributing to the major psychological problems that each of the twins could be having – Jasmine for sure!”
“Okay,” said Clint.  “So what do we do about it?”
“Can we just stop it altogether now?” Susan asked.
Brian shook his head.  “That’s not up to me.  You’ll have to let me know.  But I just wanted you to know that Jasmine’s little tantrums were most likely due to me not giving her enough of the male hormones.  When they come in for their next dose, I’m going to put each of them on implants instead.  They’ll release the different medicines much more evenly and for a much longer period of time.  The result should be much better for both of them.” 
“So will the new drugs you’re going to give them be stronger?” Susan asked.
Brian nodded.  “Definitely.  They have to be.  We’ve got to get their systems going in one direction completely instead of what’s happening now.”
“But what will that do to them?”
“Other than improve their psychological outlook?  Most likely it will make all the little changes in them happen a bit faster and make them more noticeable.  There’s only a little over a month now until they turn twelve.  Their bodies would normally be moving into a period of rapid change.  It’s possible now that each of them could start experiencing the changes that the other would normally be getting instead.”
“Like Jimmy’s breasts growing,” Susan replied.
“Most definitely I would think.  How much though, I don’t know.  From what you’ve told me, his sister’s breasts weren’t growing all that fast to begin with.  So I’m not sure how much breast growth there would be anyway.  Certainly not all that much over the next month for sure.  But then with the increase in age, they could grow slightly faster now.”
“Okay,” Clint finally decided, “then if this is supposed to be good for them, and especially since it’s supposed to help Jasmine’s little moods, how soon can they get these implants?”
“Not for a few days at least.  I still have to order them and wait for them to get here.  I’ve already got them set up on my calendar for the first week of the month.  That’s not very far away.  As far as I’m concerned, I think we should leave it until then.”

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Jimmy felt so embarrassed as she walked, straddle legged, from her Uncle Jed’s truck to the back door of the house.  Her Uncle Jed had made her sit on a piece of plastic all the way home so she wouldn’t mess up the seats of his truck.  They had walked so far to get back to the truck that the blood had started dripping down her legs a bit.  It had also started staining the crotch of her pants a little. 
Inside the house, Susan and Jasmine were just getting ready to go out shopping.  Jasmine was anything but happy over the idea as his mother searched the closet for something he could wear that would at least be a bit more colorful and presentable than what he had on. 
“Mom?” Jasmine said, “Do I have to go shopping?”
“Yes, dear.  I’ve let you slide along at home long enough.  Your sister and I go shopping all the time.  Besides, it will do you good.”
Jasmine didn’t see any way that going out shopping while pretending to be his sister could do him any good at all.
Susan was staring into Jasmine’s closet when she heard a timid voice call, “Mom?” 
She turned and saw “Jimmy” standing in the doorway.  “Back already?” she said.  “How was it today?”
“Um, Mom?  I’ve got a problem.”
“What’s that dear?” Susan asked as her eyes went back to the closet.
“Um, my period started while I was out there and…”
“It did?” Susan gasped as she now turned all her attention to her real daughter.  She saw her standing with her legs apart.  And…was that a dark stain on the crotch of her pants?
“Um, I’m a mess Mom.  We were way out in the middle of nowhere when it started and we had to walk miles to get back.  Uncle Jed made me sit on a piece of plastic all the way home so I wouldn’t mess up his truck!”
Susan smiled.  “Go get a shower then,” she told her. 
“Um, when I get out, I need some pads to wear, but how can I do that with all Jimmy’s boxer shorts?”
“All your boxer shorts,” Susan corrected her.  “But I see your problem.”
“Um, can I just wear a pair of my panties for a few days until this stops?”
Susan thought about that.  “I guess for now we don’t have much choice.  I’ll see what I can find for you though while we’re out in the stores.”  She headed for Jasmine’s dresser and opened it.  She selected a pair of the panties that the real Jasmine would have worn in such a situation and handed them to her daughter.  “Don’t tell your father,” she said softly.
Jimmy rolled her eyes like her brother usually did.  “As if I would.”
For Susan, her daughter getting her period right then when she was supposed to be her brother was bothersome, but it was far more of a relief.  Jasmine’s periods had always been very sporadic, so each one was particularly important.  But more importantly for Susan, it was a big sign that her daughter was still her daughter.