wacky hijinks in Florida

[sistawendy]

Did a little corruption of the young by going shopping with fizzgig_bites and her adorably shy 9-year-old daughter. She had one question for me, namely, "How can you be a girl if you're born a boy?"
I asked her, "Do you mean, why do I feel like this or how do I do it?"
"Both."
I told her that it's difficult to explain to anybody who needs it explained. I told her I've known since I was her age at the latest. I told her about hormones, zappy, and voice lessons. But what I didn't tell her about was looking in the mirror and seeing something that nobody else could see, because I'm pretty sure she wouldn't have gotten that.

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Mom & I went to pick up Brunette Sister at the little, sleepy Gainesville airport. A barricade forced me to drop Mom off and then park my rental car, but as it happened, Mom saw an SUV drive by with Strawberry Blond Sister's daughter waving at her grandma. SB Sister's husband M was, unbeknownst to him, arriving on the same flight as Brunette Sister. Mom & I had a good laugh at that as we waited in the airport, but SB Sister and her kids waited in the parking lot.

M walked out of the security area, saw me, and blushed. He hugged me, said I looked good and that he'd come over tomorrow if he could get away. M told us, to our mild disappointment, that my sister had told him before he got on the plane that she'd be waiting outside. So, no fireworks this time.

Over pizza from our favorite local joint*, I told Brunette Sister some of my latest news about how I'm essentially an aspiring big pervy gay slut, pursuing Project Girlfriend in places where she would fear to tread. (Read: the CSPC.) She looked a little freaked, but she's still talking to me. We three got her hide-a-bed ready together.

I'll save telling her the post-Full Time stories, which you've already read, for the little coming out party tomorrow. I'll be wearing my opera outfit, of course. Naturally, I'll be sparing my mother's friends any details that could cause medical problems.



*Leonardo's Millhopper. I still had the number memorized: 352 376 2001. They ship anywhere in the lower 48 if you're willing to pay the hefty shipping.

Comments

[fizzgig-bites.livejournal.com]

Give Bug more credit. Sadly, in girls the, "you're fat" has already started by 9 years. She thinks she is fat and I point to her ribs in the mirror and say she is not. So far, a calm head, stating the facts with doctor back-up, and body acceptance from me are winning but this is just starting. Her view of the world and reality do not agree. Her dreams and the reality of her situation do not agree so she might just get what you are saying.

Bug has decided you are the shit and was upset when you left. I told her that she might see you again but maybe not. You are here to visit family first and we are secondary. You've got girly love and she is very fond of you.

I will never get SB sister. Hopefully, she will come around in time.

[sistawendy.livejournal.com]

You've got girly love and she is very fond of you.

Aw! Awwwwwww!

I just talked to Mom, and if you're ready to be at Spring Arts by 9:00, we may be there. We need to talk to Brunette Sister about this first.

[sistawendy.livejournal.com]

Update: Brunette Sister says we're go for Spring Arts at 9:00 tomorrow. *Kermit hands!*

[tmfkan64.livejournal.com]

> But what I didn't tell her about was looking in the mirror and seeing
> something that nobody else could see, because I'm pretty sure she
> wouldn't have gotten that.

Now see, *this* is the part of your story that I would have thought would be the easiest for a 9-year-old girl to understand.

Or maybe it's just that whenever I look in the mirror, I feel like I see something that nobody else sees, and I always have... :-)

[sistawendy.livejournal.com]

What do you see? James Brown?