I Am A Boy Who Wants To Be A Girl
the time my friend Freddie became a girl Part 6
I felt like dying at that very moment because it was so embarrassing.
?Wow, looks like I wont have to do any work tonight, thank you girls. Jaiden I?ll go clean up maddie?s room so you can sleep comfortably tonight, okay?? she asked.
I looked at her closely, she looked like she herself was on the verge of tears, was Jaiden?s story that sad?
?Okay, thanks? Mum.? I replied, I thought I?d call her Mum to see if that?d make her happier, she gave me a knowing smile before disappearing down the hallway. I pondered what it would be like to have her as a mother, and it didn?t take me long to realise that anyone is better than my own mum. Kirsty is so lucky to have her.
I was brought back to the painful reality by a sharp pain on my bare arm, I looked to see Kirsty pinching me, and looking at me as if I was some sort of freak.
?What was all that about?? she asked.
?I thought she?d cheer up if I called her Mum.? I replied.
?No, all that crying, was that acting?? she prodded me, a suspicious look on her face.
?No? Yes? I don?t know.? I shrugged at her.
?Your parents aren?t dead or missing you know, they?re just next door.? She smirked and gave me a friendly shoulder nudge. ?Now put these on.?
She handed me a pair of pink rubber gloves for the cleaning, she herself had claimed the less girly yellow pair.
Do I have to?? I moaned at her, it wasn?t the cleaning I didn?t want to do, it was the pink gloves, and surely I had been humiliated enough.
?Yes, I worked really hard on your nails and I?m not going to let you ruin them.? She replied in a determined tone that meant I dared not refuse her. I slipped on the rubber gloves and continued with drying the dishes. For the next 30 minutes we spent cleaning the dishes, I kept thinking about that hug with Suzanne. Why did I start crying? I know, maybe her perfume was so strong that it made my eyes water?
?So why did you start crying? Is my Mum?s perfume too strong for you?? Kirsty seemed desperate to find out what happened.
?I don?t know! I?ve never had a hug like that before.? I replied.
?Did your Mum ever hug you?? she asked right after I finished speaking, like some mad interrogator.
I shrugged at her and finished drying the dishes, the truth was my parents were never very friendly. My parents were the exact opposite of Kirsty?s mum.
When we were done with dishes, Kirsty and I spent about an hour watching TV in the downstairs living room whilst Suzanne was upstairs in her bedroom - we guessed she was reading. When we were certain that Suzanne wasn?t coming back downstairs, it was around 8pm, we starting thinking of a plan for tomorrow morning.
It was simple really, Suzanne would leave for work at 8am, and Kirsty would wake me up at 9am. By 9:30 I would be dressed as a boy again, hair back to normal, nail polish removed and finally ready to leave the house. Nothing could go wrong. Since it was the summer holidays, making the plan was so much easier, Kirsty kept on saying how lucky I was that it wasn?t a school week. On a school day, Kirsty would wake up at the same time as her mother, has breakfast with her mother and then be driven to school by her mother, there was no free time for her on a school morning, certainly not enough time for a boy to escape the house.
I felt like dying at that very moment because it was so embarrassing.
?Wow, looks like I wont have to do any work tonight, thank you girls. Jaiden I?ll go clean up maddie?s room so you can sleep comfortably tonight, okay?? she asked.
I looked at her closely, she looked like she herself was on the verge of tears, was Jaiden?s story that sad?
?Okay, thanks? Mum.? I replied, I thought I?d call her Mum to see if that?d make her happier, she gave me a knowing smile before disappearing down the hallway. I pondered what it would be like to have her as a mother, and it didn?t take me long to realise that anyone is better than my own mum. Kirsty is so lucky to have her.
I was brought back to the painful reality by a sharp pain on my bare arm, I looked to see Kirsty pinching me, and looking at me as if I was some sort of freak.
?What was all that about?? she asked.
?I thought she?d cheer up if I called her Mum.? I replied.
?No, all that crying, was that acting?? she prodded me, a suspicious look on her face.
?No? Yes? I don?t know.? I shrugged at her.
?Your parents aren?t dead or missing you know, they?re just next door.? She smirked and gave me a friendly shoulder nudge. ?Now put these on.?
She handed me a pair of pink rubber gloves for the cleaning, she herself had claimed the less girly yellow pair.
Do I have to?? I moaned at her, it wasn?t the cleaning I didn?t want to do, it was the pink gloves, and surely I had been humiliated enough.
?Yes, I worked really hard on your nails and I?m not going to let you ruin them.? She replied in a determined tone that meant I dared not refuse her. I slipped on the rubber gloves and continued with drying the dishes. For the next 30 minutes we spent cleaning the dishes, I kept thinking about that hug with Suzanne. Why did I start crying? I know, maybe her perfume was so strong that it made my eyes water?
?So why did you start crying? Is my Mum?s perfume too strong for you?? Kirsty seemed desperate to find out what happened.
?I don?t know! I?ve never had a hug like that before.? I replied.
?Did your Mum ever hug you?? she asked right after I finished speaking, like some mad interrogator.
I shrugged at her and finished drying the dishes, the truth was my parents were never very friendly. My parents were the exact opposite of Kirsty?s mum.
When we were done with dishes, Kirsty and I spent about an hour watching TV in the downstairs living room whilst Suzanne was upstairs in her bedroom - we guessed she was reading. When we were certain that Suzanne wasn?t coming back downstairs, it was around 8pm, we starting thinking of a plan for tomorrow morning.
It was simple really, Suzanne would leave for work at 8am, and Kirsty would wake me up at 9am. By 9:30 I would be dressed as a boy again, hair back to normal, nail polish removed and finally ready to leave the house. Nothing could go wrong. Since it was the summer holidays, making the plan was so much easier, Kirsty kept on saying how lucky I was that it wasn?t a school week. On a school day, Kirsty would wake up at the same time as her mother, has breakfast with her mother and then be driven to school by her mother, there was no free time for her on a school morning, certainly not enough time for a boy to escape the house.
