I Am A Boy Who Wants To Be A Girl
the time my friend Freddie became a girl part 5
?Well jaiden told me earlier about them?? She looked at me and I just stared back blankly, what was she going to make up now?
?How they? How they disappeared mysteriously.? Kirsty nodded slowly and reached for her glass. Realising her daughter wasn?t going to say anymore about this poor little girl?s missing parents, or rather my missing parents, Suzanne decided to shift her chair closer to mine and wrap her arm around my shoulders. My face was suddenly thrust into Suzanne?s chest, whilst she rested her head on top of mine, effectively clamping me in place.
My nostrils were filled with her perfume, which I guessed was something made out of roses. It suited her incredibly friendly and loving nature I had to admit. I looked across the table at Kirsty who looked as surprised as I was, she also looked like she was about to burst out laughing, and thank god she didn?t!
When she regained control of herself, Kirsty silently instructed me to wrap my arms around Suzanne and return the hug.
Once I did that, Suzanne went into overprotective maternal mode.
She began whispering soothing words in my ear, things like ?It?ll all be okay?, ?You?re safe now? but the one that actually hurt was ?How two parents could abandon a pretty little girl like you is beyond me?
I don?t know what did it, but after Suzanne gave all the loving whispers a rest and just kept me in her inescapable embrace, I began to cry.
I hadn?t cried for years until now, I didn?t know how, it just happened. It must have been the mixture of the clothes I was wearing and the situation I was in. I couldn?t explain. I?m glad Suzanne didn?t say ?let it all out? because then we?d be there for years.
In my blurred vision I noticed Kirsty had an astonished look painted on her face, I had a brief moment of glory when I realised I somehow surprised the ultimate trickster that Kirsty is. I didn?t get to see that look on her face for long, as Suzanne quietly commanded her to get some tissues.
I felt the woman?s grip around me tighten, almost to a frightening level. I guess the story Kirsty and I made up? actually no, the story that Kirsty made up was tugging all of her mother?s heartstrings. If Suzanne had even more heartstrings than this, good luck to anyone who tugs on all of them.
We finished dinner early after that, I wanted to rush upstairs and hide in Kirsty?s room until I died, but Kirsty made me stay to help with the dishes.
We stood side by side at the sink, with me standing on top of a plastic step that looked like it hadn?t been used in years. Kirsty was doing the washing and I did the drying, we had a good rhythm going until Suzanne disturbed us.
?Aprons and gloves girls, we don?t want to ruin those pretty nails now, do we??
She had snuck up behind us and lowered aprons over our heads, Kirsty began tying the apron?s string behind her back, whilst Suzanne had insisted on tying the strings of my apron herself. When the strings were too long to simply tie behind my back, she leaned over me and tied the strings into a bow resting just above my belly button.
?Well jaiden told me earlier about them?? She looked at me and I just stared back blankly, what was she going to make up now?
?How they? How they disappeared mysteriously.? Kirsty nodded slowly and reached for her glass. Realising her daughter wasn?t going to say anymore about this poor little girl?s missing parents, or rather my missing parents, Suzanne decided to shift her chair closer to mine and wrap her arm around my shoulders. My face was suddenly thrust into Suzanne?s chest, whilst she rested her head on top of mine, effectively clamping me in place.
My nostrils were filled with her perfume, which I guessed was something made out of roses. It suited her incredibly friendly and loving nature I had to admit. I looked across the table at Kirsty who looked as surprised as I was, she also looked like she was about to burst out laughing, and thank god she didn?t!
When she regained control of herself, Kirsty silently instructed me to wrap my arms around Suzanne and return the hug.
Once I did that, Suzanne went into overprotective maternal mode.
She began whispering soothing words in my ear, things like ?It?ll all be okay?, ?You?re safe now? but the one that actually hurt was ?How two parents could abandon a pretty little girl like you is beyond me?
I don?t know what did it, but after Suzanne gave all the loving whispers a rest and just kept me in her inescapable embrace, I began to cry.
I hadn?t cried for years until now, I didn?t know how, it just happened. It must have been the mixture of the clothes I was wearing and the situation I was in. I couldn?t explain. I?m glad Suzanne didn?t say ?let it all out? because then we?d be there for years.
In my blurred vision I noticed Kirsty had an astonished look painted on her face, I had a brief moment of glory when I realised I somehow surprised the ultimate trickster that Kirsty is. I didn?t get to see that look on her face for long, as Suzanne quietly commanded her to get some tissues.
I felt the woman?s grip around me tighten, almost to a frightening level. I guess the story Kirsty and I made up? actually no, the story that Kirsty made up was tugging all of her mother?s heartstrings. If Suzanne had even more heartstrings than this, good luck to anyone who tugs on all of them.
We finished dinner early after that, I wanted to rush upstairs and hide in Kirsty?s room until I died, but Kirsty made me stay to help with the dishes.
We stood side by side at the sink, with me standing on top of a plastic step that looked like it hadn?t been used in years. Kirsty was doing the washing and I did the drying, we had a good rhythm going until Suzanne disturbed us.
?Aprons and gloves girls, we don?t want to ruin those pretty nails now, do we??
She had snuck up behind us and lowered aprons over our heads, Kirsty began tying the apron?s string behind her back, whilst Suzanne had insisted on tying the strings of my apron herself. When the strings were too long to simply tie behind my back, she leaned over me and tied the strings into a bow resting just above my belly button.
