I Am A Boy Who Wants To Be A Girl
the time my friend Freddie became a girl Part 3
A sudden rush of fear surged through my body at the sound of Suzanne?s voice, and once again I found myself frozen to the floor. Kirsty must of felt like she was dragging a dead person as she pulled me down the stairs.
During our short journey to the kitchen, I noticed an abundance of family photos on the walls. Not one of them had a boy in them, every photo either had Kirsty and maddie together, Suzanne and Kirsty, Suzanne and maddie. There wasn?t anyone who looked like they could be Kirsty?s father, which made me feel double as much horrified as I already was.
I joked to myself that one day I might find myself in one of those pictures, and not dressed as a boy. I?d have to be stuck in this house for years if that were to happen.
At the bottom of the stairs we turned into the corridor, Kirsty marched me straight into the kitchen where her mother was setting the table. Kirsty?s advice kicked in immediately as I asked, or rather spat out, my first question.
?What are we having for dinner??
?Roast beef and potatoes, jaiden , I hope you like it.? She replied.
I was still getting used to my new name, every time Kirsty used it I felt my skin crawl.
But this time I had to force a smile so Suzanne didn?t get suspicious.
?jaiden loves roast beef, we were talking about our favourite foods earlier.? Kirsty added before I could reply, but she was still right, roast beef was one of my favourite meals. Kirsty gave me a sly wink when she realised what I was thinking about.
?Okay, well take a seat and wait just a minute!? Suzanne said excitedly, she was really enjoying herself tonight.
She turned away to begin dishing out our dinners evenly whilst I sat down at the closest chair with a knife and fork in front of it. Kirsty remained standing for a few seconds, inspecting me.
?Smooth that dress before you sit down!? she said in her angry whisper, whilst pointing at the dress that I?d never imagined wearing at any point in my life.
?But she?s not looking, it doesn?t matter if I don?t smooth it!? I whispered angrily back at her, and I was right! Suzanne wouldn?t need to see me being all ladylike, she?d just assume that a girl would of done it anyway. Besides, jaiden would of disappeared by tomorrow morning.
?Just do it, trust me, she?ll know if you don?t!? Kirsty gave me a menacing glare to try and convince me to do as she bid.
?I do it all the time and she always notices!? she added.
I hastily stood back up and watched Kirsty as she began descended into her chair opposite me, running her hands down the back of her legs just before she touched the chair.
I nodded and did the same, smoothing the dress before I sat down, at which point Suzanne turned around carrying two plates of roast beef and potatoes. She noticed me and had an impressed look on her face.
?Very ladylike manners you have, Jaiden .? She smirked at me and then turned to her daughter.
?I?m glad you two met, you could learn a lot from her, Kirsty.? She gave Kirsty a pat on the shoulder before turning away to get her own plate.
?What?s that supposed to mean?? I whispered across the table to Kirsty, she gave me an evil stare and told me to shush, then returned to a happy smirk just as her mother set her plate down and sat down between us.
A sudden rush of fear surged through my body at the sound of Suzanne?s voice, and once again I found myself frozen to the floor. Kirsty must of felt like she was dragging a dead person as she pulled me down the stairs.
During our short journey to the kitchen, I noticed an abundance of family photos on the walls. Not one of them had a boy in them, every photo either had Kirsty and maddie together, Suzanne and Kirsty, Suzanne and maddie. There wasn?t anyone who looked like they could be Kirsty?s father, which made me feel double as much horrified as I already was.
I joked to myself that one day I might find myself in one of those pictures, and not dressed as a boy. I?d have to be stuck in this house for years if that were to happen.
At the bottom of the stairs we turned into the corridor, Kirsty marched me straight into the kitchen where her mother was setting the table. Kirsty?s advice kicked in immediately as I asked, or rather spat out, my first question.
?What are we having for dinner??
?Roast beef and potatoes, jaiden , I hope you like it.? She replied.
I was still getting used to my new name, every time Kirsty used it I felt my skin crawl.
But this time I had to force a smile so Suzanne didn?t get suspicious.
?jaiden loves roast beef, we were talking about our favourite foods earlier.? Kirsty added before I could reply, but she was still right, roast beef was one of my favourite meals. Kirsty gave me a sly wink when she realised what I was thinking about.
?Okay, well take a seat and wait just a minute!? Suzanne said excitedly, she was really enjoying herself tonight.
She turned away to begin dishing out our dinners evenly whilst I sat down at the closest chair with a knife and fork in front of it. Kirsty remained standing for a few seconds, inspecting me.
?Smooth that dress before you sit down!? she said in her angry whisper, whilst pointing at the dress that I?d never imagined wearing at any point in my life.
?But she?s not looking, it doesn?t matter if I don?t smooth it!? I whispered angrily back at her, and I was right! Suzanne wouldn?t need to see me being all ladylike, she?d just assume that a girl would of done it anyway. Besides, jaiden would of disappeared by tomorrow morning.
?Just do it, trust me, she?ll know if you don?t!? Kirsty gave me a menacing glare to try and convince me to do as she bid.
?I do it all the time and she always notices!? she added.
I hastily stood back up and watched Kirsty as she began descended into her chair opposite me, running her hands down the back of her legs just before she touched the chair.
I nodded and did the same, smoothing the dress before I sat down, at which point Suzanne turned around carrying two plates of roast beef and potatoes. She noticed me and had an impressed look on her face.
?Very ladylike manners you have, Jaiden .? She smirked at me and then turned to her daughter.
?I?m glad you two met, you could learn a lot from her, Kirsty.? She gave Kirsty a pat on the shoulder before turning away to get her own plate.
?What?s that supposed to mean?? I whispered across the table to Kirsty, she gave me an evil stare and told me to shush, then returned to a happy smirk just as her mother set her plate down and sat down between us.
