Friday, June 24, 2016

The McComber Switch - Chapter 43 Part 2 of 2



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.”
“Why?”
“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 what?”
“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.


Tuesday, June 21, 2016

The McComber Switch - Chapter 43 Part 1 of 2 – Impression Complications



The McComber Switch
By Karen Singer

Chapter 43 Part 1 of 2 – Impression Complications
March 8 – 9


The last thing Susan wanted Sunday evening was for her phone to ring.  It had been a horribly trying day for her and her mind didn’t want to think about anything, let alone polite conversation.  But habit born of years of answering to the bell, made her pick the darn thing up.  “Hello?”
“Susan!  There you are,” Jane’s voice came over the phone.  “I tried to call you earlier but you were out.”
“Yeah,” Susan replied dully, “we were up at Mom and Dad’s.”
Jane caught the hint of something wrong in Susan’s voice.  “Susan, are you alright?  You sound really tired.”
“I am!” Susan replied, not in the mood at all for conversation.  “Jane,” she said, “is this something that can wait, because I’ve got to tell you, right now I don’t think I can handle any more problems.”
“Susan.  What happened?”
“Not now Jane,” Susan replied.  “I’m just not in the mood.  Is this something really important or can it wait?”
Jane considered it.  It was important, but…  “No Susan.  Why don’t I call you tomorrow?  Okay?”
“Thanks,” Susan replied.  “That will be much better.”

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Early Monday morning, Jane, John, Hunter, and Olivia got into their car and headed to school, just as they did every weekday morning.  As they passed Susan and Clint’s house, Jane couldn’t help but remember the brief phone conversation she’d had with Susan the night before.  It had sounded like Susan had some kind of major problem yesterday.  And because of that, she hadn’t told Susan something that she felt it was important for her to know – and especially for her two twins to know. 
Jane and her husband had discussed it briefly the night before.  She would call Susan from school later and talk with her then.  Their big question now though was if they should tell the twins about it before school today, or wait and let their mother tell them later.  It was important…but there was also a good chance that it wasn’t.  These things were always hard to tell.  And then of course there was the other side of the coin, should she tell her own two kids.  That might be just as important. 
As they were passing the family business office, Jane turned toward John.  “I think maybe we should at least discuss it with Olivia and Hunter.”
John immediately knew what Susan was talking about.  “It could be nothing,” he said. 
“I know,” Jane replied.  “But just in case.”
“What, Momma?” Olivia asked from the back seat.
John turned his head away from the road for a moment and looked at his wife.  With a small shrug of his shoulders he said, “Go ahead.  What can it hurt?”
Jane turned around in her seat as much as she could so she could at least somewhat see her two kids.  “Um, Olivia…and I guess you should be aware of this too Hunter, it’s possible that something may come up in school today that I think we ought to talk about now.”
“What Momma?” Olivia asked, full of concern.
The discussion Jane had with not just Olivia, but also with Hunter and her husband, lasted all the way to the school.  And in the course of it, Jane used words she had never used before, or even thought she would ever use.

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“Dude!” Elliot’s friend said as Elliot took his seat in class Monday morning.  “Did your father sign you up for that shooting match?”
“Better believe it!” Elliot said proudly. 
“No way!”
Elliot looked over to where Tommy had just sat in his seat.  “Tommy, didn’t my dad sign me up for that competition.”
Tommy turned around in his seat.  “He sure did!” Tommy replied with a smile. “I was there.  I saw it.”
“Too cool!” Elliot’s friend replied.  “I hear those competitions get packed.”
“I don’t know,” Elliot replied.  “Never been to one.  This will be something new.  I can’t wait though.”
“Where did you have to go to sign up?”
“Eureka Springs,” Elliot told him.  “But after my dad signed me up, we found out that a lot of guys don’t actually sign up until the day of the match when they get there.  But you should have seen the place we went to sign up.  Wall to wall guns and nothing else!”
“Nothing else?”
“Nothing!  And the place was packed with people.”
“Man I wish I had been there.  I’d love to see that!”
“It was great man, really great!”  Elliot laughed a bit and lowered his voice.  “Something kind of funny happened while we were there though, but don’t spread it around.”
“What?”
“You know Tommy’s sister, or brother…Jimmy Joe?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, well some kid in there called her a sissy, and man did she get in a huff over it.  She was practically boiling!”
“Did she start a fight?”
“No, the guy left right away.  But man was she pissed.  And would you believe it, she couldn’t understand for the life of her how the guy could possibly say that about her.”
“You’re kidding?  I mean, yeah, she may look like a guy…in fact, lately it’s getting a bit disturbing.  And she’s starting to look too much like a guy even when she’s all dressed up like a girl again, you know?  I think, at least.  But even when she’s trying to be a guy, there are times when she seems really…um…different.  You know?  Like she’s kind of gay or something.”
Elliot nodded.  “We told her.  Let’s just say she was none too pleased to hear that either.  Don’t spread that around though.  No use stirring up trouble where there shouldn’t be any.  She’s a girl and can’t really help it.  And I guess even when she’s dressed like a boy, she’s still a girl…she’s just not supposed to be acting like one.”
“Kind of like her brother all dressed up like a girl.  Just to look at him, you’d think he was a big sissy too, but he’s not.  I guess you just have to know them and try to remember what’s really going on.  I guess with both of them.”
Elliot nodded.  “Got that right!  Trust me, it’s a real bummer for the whole family.”
The class started soon afterwards.  But even though Elliot had told his friend not to mention the story to anyone else, things like that have a way of slipping out no matter what.  Later that morning Elliot’s friend mentioned it to someone else, and he of course told some others, and so the story got around.  But early on, the request to not tell anyone got totally left out and forgotten. 

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For Jasmine Jade, the day was just like any other, except he was now more conflicted than ever.  He was still depressed over not being able to end his situation.  He was depressed over it, but in a way, he wasn’t.  Once again, he wasn’t allowed back into his old life because of his sister.  Only this time there were other concerns for him.  He thought he vaguely understood what his mother had meant when she had told him that they had screwed up his life so badly they didn’t know where to start to fix it, but now what was their big concern over Jasmine?  Whatever it was, it was bad enough to keep him dressed in skirts.  To keep him living most of his life as a girl.  And because of that, he didn’t know what would be better – to be able to go back to his old life again, or…  Or to let him live the rest of his life as a girl, which strangely and very troublingly, he was beginning to think he might prefer.  As wrong as the thoughts were, they did keep circling around in his mind.  Would it be so bad to live the rest of his life as a girl?  He briefly tried to picture himself in the distant future, a grown woman.  He sort of could, but mostly he couldn’t, and the image disturbed him.  Frustrated and angry at himself for thinking such things, he quickly put those thoughts out of his mind.
His mother had stressed last night that they would help him.  She had promised that the whole family would help him.  They would help him get totally back to normal again.  She had promised!  But did he want to get back to normal?  He knew he had to want to get back to being himself.  He had to!  But did he?  Because of that, he had been still conflicted when he left for school that morning – after an extra-long hug from his mother.
With little else to do, he had no choice but to go on as he had been, day after day now, pretending to be a girl.  He would keep fighting it of course.  He would try not to like it, but he knew he wouldn’t fight it as hard as he used to.  His mother’s words kept circling in his head.  “If you feel like laughing, then laugh.  If you feel like crying, then cry.  And if you feel like being a girl, then be what you want.  Have fun.” 
The whole family wanted him back to normal.  The whole family was going to help and make sure he got back to normal.  But his mother had said that if he felt like being a girl, then he should…and he should try to enjoy it.  Yeah, he was definitely conflicted.
Those thoughts were still on his mind as he entered his classroom right behind Nichole.  As always, Olivia was in her seat before he got there.  He was surprised by the look in her eyes as he approached.   “Morning Olivia,” he said as he was passing her desk. 
Olivia had watched for Jasmine to enter.  She had followed his progress right behind Nichole.  But when he said good morning to her, her arm automatically seemed to reach out and grab his arm, stopping him.  She looked up at him, feeling troubled about what her family had discussed in the car.  But she couldn’t mention it, especially not here in class.  “Good morning,” she finally said after a moment before letting go of his arm.
“You okay?” Jasmine asked.  “You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”
Olivia nodded.  “I’m fine.  How about you?”
That of course was a good question.  Jasmine wasn’t totally sure of the answer, but the automatic answer came out of his mouth.  “I’m fine.”  He went on to his seat behind her and sat down.
“Psst!  Jasmine!”
He turned to look at the girl who sat next to him.
“We’ve got to talk later!” she said to him. 
“About what?”
But the girl shook her head.  “When we have more time.”
Olivia had heard what was said and turned around briefly.  She was suddenly more worried.  Should she excuse herself and tell her mother?  In the end, she sat there unsure what to do.  It could be nothing at all.  Most likely it was nothing at all.  Jasmine and the girl next to him had talked a number of times during her party.  Most likely it was about something they had talked about then.

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As Jimmy Joe headed for her desk, she was listening more intently than ever to whatever conversations were going on around her.  She was sure that after Olivia’s big party that weekend she would now be hearing about what a big sissy her brother really was.  She had no doubt in the world about that.  But so far, she hadn’t heard a single thing.  But it was early.  She told herself that as she sat in her seat.  Most likely, it wouldn’t be until after lunch before things really started to spread about it.  She couldn’t wait!

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A few minutes before the bell was supposed to ring announcing the morning break, Jane stuck her head into Mrs. Ansley’s classroom.  “Mrs. Ansley,” she said, interrupting the teacher as she was working with a few of her younger students.  “Can I see you for a second please?”  She waited a moment while Mrs. Ansley came to the door.  Very quietly, Jane whispered what she needed.
Mrs. Ansley smiled.  “Of course.  No problem.  I’ll be glad to.”
“Thanks,” Jane said before hurrying back up the hall toward the office. The bell signaling the break rang just before she got there.

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“Jasmine,” Mrs. Ansley called quietly as he and his friends were getting ready to walk out.  She waited until the boy who looked a bit too much like a girl reached her desk.  “Mrs. Mason asked me to escort you into the girl’s room this morning.  She said she had something she had to take care of right away.”
Jasmine only shrugged.  “Okay,” he replied.  “Actually, I don’t think it matters much if you or Aunt Jane are there at all anymore.”
“Just the same,” Mrs. Ansley said, “I think it’s best if one of us is still with you.”

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Susan, Marcy, and Valerie were all discussing what an ugly muddy mess they would have to put up with while the workers were building the new lodges.  Their discussion was interrupted by Susan’s cell phone ringing – which immediately worried Susan since her phone almost never rang while she was working at the office.  “Hello?”
“Hi Susan,” Jane’s voice came back.  “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Um…better, I guess,” Susan replied, only then remembering that Jane had called her the night before.  “Sorry about last night,” she said.  “I was really kind of out of it.”  She was becoming more concerned now about problems because Jane was calling during school hours.  Her mind immediately started worrying about her twins.  “What’s the problem now?” she asked. 
“It’s not really a problem…I don’t think,” Jane told Susan.  But I got phone calls from two of the mothers of the girls at the party yesterday.”
That feeling of dread hit Susan’s stomach again. 
“And they both called about the same thing,” Jane continued. 
“What’s that?” Susan asked, already knowing she didn’t what to hear whatever would be coming next.
“Well, it seems they were talking with their daughters about the party, and both of them heard from their daughters that Jasmine is really a girl and never was a boy.”
The knot in Susan’s stomach was starting to twist, even though Susan had no idea why it should.  “And what did they have to say about that?”
“Well, it seems they both knew that Jasmine and Jimmy have to dress as each other because they’re being punished.”
“Yeah,” Susan replied.  “I have no doubt the entire world knows about it now.”
“Pretty much,” Jane agreed.  “At least everyone associated with the school.”
“And then some!”
“Yeah, maybe,” Jane replied.  “Anyway, the first one flat out asked me if Jasmine was a girl, and apologized for being under the impression that Jasmine was being punished somehow.”
“She apologized?”
“That’s what she said.  But then she asked me again if he really was a girl.”
“And what did you tell her?”
“I’m afraid I had to admit that Jasmine isn’t a girl, and that Jasmine really is dressing that way because of a punishment.”
“Okay,” Susan replied, “so you just set things back the way they were.”
“Well, yes and no, because then she wanted to know what kind of punishment would last the way it is, and on top of it, she wanted to know why her daughter suddenly thinks that Jasmine is a real girl.”
Susan grunted a bit.  “Well, the first one is a question I ask myself every single day.  What did you tell her?”
“Basically, I put her off and told her it was family business that I couldn’t discuss.  She wasn’t exactly pleased with hearing that.  But after that, I pretty much had to remain firm.”
“Okay,” Susan replied.  “It doesn’t sound too bad at all.  You had me worried there for a minute.”
“No, that’s not really too bad,” Jane agreed.  “We need to watch it I think, but I just wanted to let you know what had happened.”
“Thanks,” Susan replied.  “I’m just relieved it’s not something I’m going have to worry about too much right now.”
“Well, then there was the other call,” Jane told her.

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“All done girls?” Mrs. Ansley asked as she continued to wait for not only Jasmine, but all of his friends to finish too.
“Thanks,” Mrs. Ansley,” Olivia told her as she, Nichole, and Jasmine, turned and left the bathroom. 
Mrs. Ansley had been surprised that Jasmine didn’t leave the restroom as soon as possible, but insisted on waiting for all her…his friends.  And like Jasmine had suggested, she wondered why she even bothered escorting him in.  But she knew that being safe about the matter was all too important.
Out in the hallway, the three girls hurried back to their classroom to pick up some books they no longer needed before going to their lockers to get what they would need for the rest of the morning.  Olivia still desperately wanted to talk to Jasmine privately, but so far, she hadn’t had the chance.

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“The other call?” Susan asked, now remembering that Jane had said that two of the mothers had called.
“Yeah,” Jane replied.  “This one pretty much started out the same way, with her asking if Jasmine was a real girl or not.”
“And you of course told her about the punishment,” Susan tried to finish for her.
“Um…no,” Jane replied.  “Not at that point.  I just told her that no, Jasmine was really a boy.”
“Oh!” Susan exclaimed a bit more brightly.  “Even less of a problem.”
“But then she asked me if Jasmine was one of those transgendered girls they keep talking about on TV now.”
That one stopped Susan.  She hadn’t been prepared for that one at all.  She felt the knot in her stomach twisting again.  “And what did you tell her,” Susan asked cautiously. 
“I told her that he wasn’t of course.”
Susan breathed a small sigh of relief.  “Of course!” she replied a bit more brightly.  But in the back of her mind, that was the one big thing she was worried about now with her son.  She had just never placed the “T” word up against the situation.  
“To be honest,” Jane continued, “I’m surprised it hasn’t come up before.”
“Before?  What do you mean?”
“Well, let’s face it Jane, the twins have been going to school as each other for a long time now, and they’re both looking all too much like the other sex now.  Especially Jasmine…I mean…”
“Jade,” Susan finished for her.
“Yeah.  Jade.  Since it’s gone on so long, you’ve got to wonder why someone didn’t come up with that possibility before.”
“I certainly didn’t think of it,” Susan told her.
“Well of course not.  You know him.  You know what’s really going on.”
“I hope,” Susan replied.
“Yeah, well, with kids I guess you never know everything.”
“All too true,” Susan agreed, remembering the events of the day before.
“Anyway, since someone did ask about it now, and since all the girls at the party got a look at the breasts sticking out of his bra, then I have to wonder if that question isn’t going to start popping up more often.”
Susan thought about that for a minute.  “I guess that’s a real possibility,” she admitted.
“I’ve already talked with Olivia and Hunter about it in case it comes up to them in school.  But I was wondering if maybe we should have a little talk with Jimmy and Jasmine too to warn them about the possibility as well.  And like I did with my kids, maybe we should make sure they know exactly what we were talking about.”
Susan considered that.  “Maybe it would be a good idea.  I’m not even sure if my kids know anything at all about that stuff.  And to be honest, I’m afraid I don’t know very much myself!  All I know is what little I’ve passed by on the internet while I was looking at what those damn hormones are doing to them.  Although to be honest, it’s entirely possible that the kids may know more about it than I do.  But like you said, maybe it would be smart to make sure they’re prepared – just in case someone asks.
“That’s kind of the way John and I saw it.  Do you want to talk with them, or do you want John and I to try to do what we can?”
“Um…maybe it would be better if you do it first,” Susan told her.  “Then Clint and I can fill in the blanks later.”  She didn’t mention that it would be after she did more research and found out a few things first to make sure she knew what she was talking about. 
“Okay,” Jane agreed.  “I think we may try to grab them before lunch then, just in case it comes up sooner than we expected.”

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“Jasmine!”
Jasmine had grabbed his books from his locker and was just getting ready to close it when he heard his name being called.  He turned and saw the girl who sat next to him in class hurrying toward him.  He couldn’t help but smile.
“Jasmine!” the girl said again as she hurried up breathlessly. 
“Hey.  What’s up?” Jasmine asked as she came to a stop right in front of him.
“I’ve been trying to find a minute to talk to you alone since we got here this morning,” she said.
“What about?”
The girl looked over at Nichole who was looking on.  “Um…I don’t know if this is something I should talk about in front of anyone else or not,” she said softly.
Jasmine turned to look at Nichole, then back to the girl.  “Is it something you don’t want her to hear?  Because Nichole is one of my very best friends.  There isn’t much about me that she doesn’t know.”
The girl looked uncertain, but she nervously nodded.  “Um…remember at the party where we got to see that you’re really a girl?”
Jasmine sighed.  “Um…yeah, about that…”
“Well, my mom called Mrs. Mason yesterday about it, and Mrs. Mason told her that you’re really a boy, but that you are still being punished – like you told everyone before.”
“Yeah, I’m afraid it’s still going on,” Jasmine admitted sadly.
“Well, what we were wondering…”
“We?” Nichole asked.
“Me and my mom,” the girl replied.  “Anyway, what we were wondering is that, since I saw that you’ve really got breasts like a girl and everything, well, we were wondering if you were one of those people they talk about now who are going to change what sex they are.”
Jasmine’s jaw dropped – and so did Nichole’s.  “Um…” Jasmine replied, “I wasn’t planning on it.”  What he didn’t add, was that he was now starting to worry that he might really be like some of those people he had read about on the internet. 
The girl looked disappointed.  “So how come you’ve got breasts then?  And why does your whole body look like a girl now instead of a boy, because I’m pretty sure it didn’t used to?”
“Um…”  Jasmine searched for something to say.  He really didn’t want to tell her about the hormones he had been on for all too long.  He didn’t want to talk about the subject at all.  “Um…” he said again.  “Look, it’s something I can’t talk about right now.  I’m not even sure it’s something I’m allowed to talk about.  Can we leave it there?”
The girl looked disappointed.  “I guess,” she replied.  “It’s just that, something weird has to be going on for you to be a boy, but now you’ve got a girl’s body.  So I don’t know what else to think.”
Jasmine desperately searched for a way to answer, when Nichole stepped in.  She put a hand on Jasmine’s shoulder and said, “Can you give us a little while?  And you’re right, he really does have a girl’s body now.  I guess mostly anyway.  But more and more for sure, so he probably is a lot more girl than boy now.  At least the way I see it anyway.  But the reason for it is something I’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to be talking about – I think mostly because my parents haven’t really even told me yet.  Although since Jas and Jimmy are my best friends I do kind of know it all.  Okay? Just let us find out if we can talk yet or not.”
The girl was obviously still disappointed.  “I guess,” she replied.  “But he really does have a girl’s body now?  I mean, that’s what I thought I saw.  That’s what we all thought we saw.”
Nichole nodded.  “Yeah.  Believe it or not.”
The girl seemed to brighten a little at that confirmation.  She looked back to Jasmine, then startled all of a sudden.  “How come you’re blushing so much?”

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Olivia stopped in the hallway as she saw Jasmine, Nichole, and one of their friends from class talking.  She saw how serious Jasmine seemed to look.  Nichole too for that matter.  She was very much afraid of what they might be talking about.  She hurried forward to find out what it was all about, but the girl was just then walking away.  She saw Jasmine and Nichole look at each other as she hurried up.  “What was that all about?” she asked worriedly.  She noticed then that Jas’s face was a bit red.
“You wouldn’t believe it!” Nichole replied.  “She wanted to know if Jas here is changing his sex.”
Olivia’s eyes went wide for a moment, but only for a moment.  “I’m too late then,” she said.
“Too late?” Nichole asked. 
“I wanted to talk to Jas about that.  My whole family had a big discussion about it in the car this morning.”
“You’re whole family was talking about it?” Jasmine asked.  “Why?”
“Because Mom got a couple of phone calls after the party yesterday, and one of the girl’s mother asked her if you were…um…transgendered and changing your sex.”
Once again Jasmine’s jaw dropped open.  But he was surprised to hear Nichole start laughing.   “What?” he asked.
“I think it’s funny,” she said.
“Why?”
“Don’t you think someone should have told you you’re that way first?”
Her comment brought a smile to Olivia’s face, but Jasmine only looked more worried.  He turned and headed toward the classroom and the girls followed with him.  “So what did you tell her?” Olivia asked.
“We put her off,” Nichole replied.  “I think we need to find out if we’re allowed to say anything more about what’s going on before we say too much.”
“Good idea,” Olivia replied.  “That was one of the things my Mom was worried about.”

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