How JB Became Famous

[Toni]

Chapter XLIII: JBs Big Day



The next morning I sort of wanted to wear jeans with extra pockets and even a black t-shirt with the name of a band I'd never heard on it; you know I was in boy mode again, because I had really, really been in girl mode the day before. But when she was dressing me Mommy held up my hand and showed me the blue sparkly nail polish I had on. I thought that did look weird, but that's what I wore anyway; at least for the morning.



Thing is nobody seemed to notice that I was being a boy. Carl and Henry still tried to show off the whole time (and Carl wanted me to kiss his stitches (Yuck!!) over and over). Even the girls I didn't know didn't mind when I went into the girl's room on the way to class.



I just don't get it. I guess having blue finger nails is all it takes to convince people that you're a girl around here.



Sometimes it was frustrating too! Like when we were looking at the inside of a cow's eye ball in science and everyone kept pushing me to the back because they thought I wouldn't want to see, and in Art when I was trying to make a spaceship with clay and people kept telling me how to make it a big flower. But then again it was OK because at least they never pushed me over or shoved.



After my nap at lunch time Amanda helped me get into my new cheerleader uniform. It was a yellow skirt with blue strips at the hem and the waist and had built in panties that were yellow too, and a blue panther paw print on the butt, like the volleyball uniforms did. And it was way, way short! I mean so short you could see the panties from the front when I was just standing up!  



The top was the opposite colors, light blue with yellow very short sleeves and a yellow band at the bottom, and the school name in yellow across it. It was real tight and I think it was so tight that it looked like I had boobies sticking out, though of course I didn't. The bottom of the top didn't even come close to my belly button, and I kept trying to pull it down, but Amanda said that was what it was supposed to be, and I knew that because I'd seen other cheerleaders in theirs already, but it took some getting used to.



Amanda tied my hair up in two short pigtails, puppy dog ears and with blue and yellow yarn in both, and she had brought a stick on eat ring, like for playing dress up, and she put it in my bellybutton so it looked like I had a piercing there too. Before I left the infirmary I asked if she had any of those pads girls wear at that time of month, and we stuck one into my panties to make it real flat, but I decided it didn't look just right and to get Mama to tape things down under there if there was time this afternoon.



On the way to my Math class we saw Dr. Spinner, the principal, in the hall. And she smiled at me (not many principal have ever done that!) and asked how the newest girl in school was.



I smiled back at her, but this was what I'd been taking about earlier. I said, "I'm fine. But I'm not a new girl; you remember?"



"I remember just fine, JB," she said, "But you look very cute and that's a girl's uniform."



"Yeah, but I'm just pretending, so I can be a cheerleader."



"Oh. Well, that's different. But you do seem to be getting along very well with people that think you are really a girl, don't you?"



"Yeah, but I don't get that, Ms Spinner. How can people that know I'm a boy, and have seen me naked think I'm a girl so much?"



"Well, JB, that is something others should explain to you. My job is to see that you do well in school, and if being a girl helps you do that then I'm happy."



After the principal left I said to Amanda, "People at this school are weird! And I guess I'm the weirdest."



"We're not! And you're not, Jade. Everyone else is weird, not us."



But anyway even though I felt like a boy today I still had to be a girl and be a cheerleader today, and that was OK, really, because it was going to be so much fun.



All the volleyball team and the cheerleaders got to skip sixth period that day because it was an away game and a long way to go too; way into the next town. Everyone was riding on one to the little school buses, it was full but not crowded, and the cheerleaders took over the back. I had to sit back there with them because they were going to put on my make-up during the trip.



Heather and the girl that was in my science class took charge of me. They started with the mascara and I had to sit very, very still,]; and then they put on some eye liner, and one of the other girls made fun of them because she said they should have done it in the other order. I was kind of starting to get worried, and when Mommy heard them I think she was too, because she came back, just to watch she said, but she also told the girls when they were getting too much on and stuff, like lots of the cheerleaders had on lots of light blue eye shadow the color of the uniforms and Mommy only let them do a tiny bit on me. I also got pink lip stick put on and some rosy pink blush on my cheeks.



I didn't get to see it at all until they were all done, and though Mommy and some of the volleyball girls might have thought it was too much, when I looked in the little mirror one of the girls held up I liked it a lot!! I think I'm going to have to start wearing it everyday. I was pretty!



Then Mommy, right there in the bus in front of all the girls, opened her warm-up jacket and pulled up her t-shirt so I could nuzzle before we got to the other school. I couldn't believe it; and tried to pull her shirt back down, but the only thing any of the girls said was like, "Oh, you still do that, Jade," and "Go ahead, Jade, it's good for you," and stuff.



I just sighed and crawled into Mommy's lap, and when I had pretended to nuzzle lots of the girls just smiled at me and some of them all started to hum and sing softly. And when I was done some of the girls started to rub my back until I burped real loud even though Mommy still didn't make milk and I hadn't really drunk anything, and they all laughed about that too. And one of the girls noticed that I'd left lipstick around Mommy's nipple and said something, and that was weird because little girls that nurse don't usually have lipstick. So the girls made jokes about it.



Then I remembered about wanting to get my wiener taped, and told Mommy I hadn't been able to see Mama to get her to, but Mommy said she knew how to do that too, but it would be best if I went potty before. There wasn't any place in the school bus to go, of course, but Mommy said she had it all planned out. She had brought diaper and I was supposed to get into that. Right in front of everyone, and I was supposed to use it right in front of everyone too!



I said I didn't want too! And Mommy held me real tight and rocked, and all the girls that were at the back of the bus got quiet, and Mommy said, "But it is the best way, sweetheart."



And one of the girls (and most of the girls that were around weren't Abby and Cindy and Amanda, that had done stuff for me before. It was all new girls that I only knew a little.) said, "We all know you nurse, Jade, we think it's sweet, and the same with messing in diapers. It's not a secret now. Go ahead, and do what Coach says."



And of course it wasn't a secret now because Mommy had already talked about it, but I had wanted to be big. I mean, I was wearing make-up, and was a cheerleader and all. But the girls were all OK with it, and I still felt good from nuzzling and from them sing to me. So I just stretched out on the very back seat of the bus and put my legs way up and put my thumb in my mouth.



Mommy took off my shoes, but one of the girls said, "Can I change her?" and Mommy got up to let her. But she didn't do it all; once she had my panties off (and had rubbed my little tube) another girl grabbed the baby oil bottle and yelled, "My turn." And Mommy nodded to the first girl and stared at her so she wouldn't argue. And that girl put the oil all over down their, and one of the cheerleaders put the sticky white cream on my bottom hole and a different one put it on the sides of my sack and another put the diaper on me. Then still another girl had taken a bottle from Mommy and she sat by my head and got my head into her lap and put the bottle in my mouth, and Mommy was rubbing my legs, and again they all started to sing real softly and some of the girls from the front of the bus came to watch, but I just started to feel all warm, and couldn't be mad or embarassed even though I wanted to be. And Mommy said, "Remember to pee and to poo, Jadie. Just relax and it will happen." And I did relax, and it did happen, and about the time the bus was pulling off the highway I had finished the bottle and was wet and dirty.



The cheerleader that was in my science class asked, "Can I clean him up?" and Mommy let her, at least she took off the dirty diaper and wiped my bottom, but someone else did each of he creams again.



Then Mommy took over and she folded down my tube and already had a piece of tape ready to hold it in place, but just then the bus pulled into the parking lot of the other school, and everyone had to get off. Mommy said we couldn't finish because the other coach was waiting right outside. So I had to get off the buss with out the special cheerleading panties on, or without anything on at all, just the really, really short skirt. While we were in the aisle of the bus a lot of the girls kept lifting the skirt up to look at my wienie and some even touched it, but before we got off the bus Mommy picked me up and carried me with my legs wrapped around her. That was so the people from the other school could see anything, and there were lots of people around the parking lot because the other school's students were waiting for the game or for rides and other stuff.



Mommy and I went to talk to the other coach and I was introduced as Mommy's foster child who had had an accident on the bus and whose clean clothes were under other equipment. The other coach smiled at me and said not to worry because that happened to little girls, and she patted my bottom, and I realized that the way Mommy was holding me hid my tube, but it just made my bottom noticeable to everyone, and I got in a hurry to get into the locker room.

[Toni]

Chapter XLIV: JB Cheers



After the other coach walked way I tried to hold the back of my skirt down 'til I got inside, and finally I was somewhere where people could see my butt. (Well, at least people that didn't see it all the time anyway, like all the cheerleaders and volleyball players did.)



The players had to hurry and change, but the cheerleaders all gathered around while Mommy laid me down on a bench. Then Mommy started rubbing my wiener, and one of the girls asked why. Mommy said, "To make it hard, of course, but I just want it to be slightly hard so I can fold it down."



All the girls watched as she got it hard and then pushed my marble ('cuz I only had one; I didn't even know most people - most boys, I mean - had two back then.)... pushed my marble up inside me; folded my tube down pointing towards my bottom hole; then wrapped the skin of my sack around it; and then taped everything in place. I just s*cked on my thumb the whole time, and all the girls were real quiet and rubbed my legs or head while they watched. When Mommy was done one of them said, "Wow! It like disappeared. Can you do that with big kids?"



Mommy said, "Yes, and if it mattered I could have put the tape so that it looked even more real. Now let's see what it looks like all covered up."



And she slipped my regular panties on and it was real flat, and she but the special yellow cheerleader panties that people were supposed to see on, and it looked just like a regular girl down there. One of the cheer leaders asked, "Doesn't that hurt, Jade?" And I shook my head.



Mommy said, "It can get uncomfortable after a while, or if she gets too hard. So no one rub her down there when she is taped up, OK?"



Mommy took all the volleyball players out to the gym to warm up, and all the cheerleaders, including me, fixed their hair and make up because that was like our warm ups. Heather helped me the most, and I whispered to her that I didn't even know how to play volleyball or keep score or nothing about it (I hadn't even wanted to tell Mommy that), and Heather giggled and said, "That's OK, I don't either! The ball has to go over the net and not hit the ground on out side. If we miss that's bad; if they miss that's good. When the players get off the court, then it is our turn! That's all a cheerleader needs to know. OK?"



And I said OK, and then we all did some practice on some of the cheers where we had to do stuff at exactly the same time. (I think I'll ask Mommy why no one ever cheers for cheerleaders. They work sooooo hard, and what they do makes sense, not like the dumb games they cheer for. (Except, Mommy likes those games, so maybe not.))



Finally it was time for the game to start and all the cheerleaders ran out and stood beside the door and cheered when the players came out and then we did cart wheels and flips while they ran to the bench. There weren't very many people in the stands at all, only a few of he girls parents and little sisters, was all. But the other side didn't have many either, and they didn't even have any cheerleaders because their boy's soccer team was playing at the same time so all their cheerleaders had gone to that game. (The cheerleaders said that at out school all the cheerleaders would go to football games even if someone else was playing, but we would split up if the soccer teams and volleyball team had games at the same time. Some schools never sent cheerleaders to girl's game at all, they said. And that was so unfair.)



They other team was all huge too. I'm glad they had to stay on the other side of the net in this game because they would have smushed almost all our players. But I think our team did real, real good anyway. At least the ball kept hitting the floor on their side mostly, I think. But once Cindy had hit the ball real hard, and it landed way behind the other team, and I thought she had done real good and yelled extra loud, and only I yelled, and everyone in the stands looked at me, and one of the players told me it was out of bounds, so from then on I only yelled when someone else did, but it was OK because they all yelled a lot.



There was this lady with a big fancy camera that was taking pictures, and I thought she was someone's mother or something, but she was taking pictures of everyone and of both teams. During the first big break we, me and the other cheerleaders did one of he dances, and the players still weren't through talking to the coaches when we were done so we did the big cheer where two girls threw me way, way up in the air and I landed in the splits, and the lady took lots of pictures of me doing that.



Then when we were done I was sitting on one of the cheerleader's laps, and the lady came over to talk to me. She wanted to know why someone so little was a cheerleader at a big kid's school (She called it that, but it wasn't for that big of kid's, just Jr. High.), and I started to say I was in eighth grade, but Heather jumped in and said it was because I was Coach Even's kid. (Which was also true.) And the lady seemed to think that was a good reason for a little kid to get to do cheers because I had to be there all the time anyway, and she asked if it was fun and if I did lots of gymnastics and then lots of other questions. And the cheerleaders told her that they liked me doing cheers, and that it was fun taking care of me and stuff, but didn't talk about what they did to take care of me though. But one of them did say that I was like the school baby, which I don't know if I like or not.



And the lady left to take more pictures of the players, but she asked if she could take some pictures of us after the game, and everyone wanted to do that too.



So then we cheered a bunch more, and I noticed that Abby was sitting over on the bench almost the whole time and didn't even have on the team's uniform and I went over to talk to her, but it was OK she didn't get to play because she was the "Libero" she said, and I guess that was something she thought was a real big deal. And then she had to go in the game all the sudden, and I saw why. She started to dive all over the place and crash on the ground, and it was obvious she was real, real good and that was why she even got  special shirt to wear.



Ok, so then we cheered a whole lot, and then it got louder and louder, and then suddenly the game was over, and all the volleyball players were happy, so I knew we had won and was happy too.



But then the coach of the other team came over and handed my Mommy a letter, and I didn't hear what she said, but everyone on out team got real upset all the sudden, and Abby ran away into the locker room, and Amanda and Mommy ran after her. And I didn't know what was going on, but when I tried to follow some of the cheerleaders grabbed me and said I should wait.



The lady with the camera had taken pictures of the coach talking to Mommy, but now wanted to take pictures of the team and the cheerleaders, but Cindy and some of the other players didn't want pictures taken until Abby and Amanda were there, so none of them did pictures and it was just the cheerleaders.



We did some of our cheers even though there was no one to lead, and then we did a pyramid with me on the top, and the lady took lots of pictures of that. Then she had us all do the splits and other stuff and she took pictures of us, but I think she took lots of pictures of just me. I didn't mind that, but some of the other cheerleaders did, and tried to get as close to me as they could.



Then we went into the locker room and all the players were changing clothes. I could tell that Abby had been crying and went over and gave her a big hug. She kissed me and sat me on her lap, but when I asked what was he matter she just shook her head and didn't say any thing. I whispered to her that I needed to go pee (hoping to get her mind off things), and al least she was willing to take me.



When Abby saw the tape I was wearing she asked if I was ready to take it off, and it was getting kind of sweaty, and my wiener wasn't getting so hard it hurt, but it was getting tinier and some of the gooey stuff was getting on the head of it, which felt real yucky. Abby said she had some stuff to help get it off, and she left me alone on the potty while she went to get it. It was some oily stuff that made the tape let go (I had been afraid about pulling the tape off, even though I don't got hair, 'specially on the very top.)



Once it was off, and I had peed, Abby said it was a good idea to leave it naked for a while. "To breathe," she said. So she didn't put my panties back on me. I didn't mind, at least while we were in the locker room. All the girls had seen everything before, and I was comfortable like that.



Abby stayed in the restroom part of the lockers to change clothes and didn't take a shower like most of the team. I went back out to where the other girls were and Mommy was trying to get everyone to hurry. She was still real mad about whatever that bad coach had said, but wasn't being mean to any of the girls at all. I went over and stuck my arms way up, and she picked me up and gave me a big kiss. I whispered to ask if I could nuzzle. She smiled because she knew I wanted her to feel better, but shook her head.



Instead she got a bottle of juice out of her bag and took me into her arms and began feeding it to me. I stretched my legs out and petted her face with one hand and rubbed my tube with the other while Mommy held the bottle and told the girls what to do at the same time.



Then the camera lady walked into the locker room, and no one saw her until she was right by my feet. Then she took a picture of us and smiled. She said, "Coach Evens, I just wanted to let know that I'm from the Mid-state Press-Sun, and some of the pictures I took today of the team and the cheerleaders will be in Monday's or Wednesday's edition."



Mommy jumped up, and she was biting her lip and staring at the camera lady. The camera lady said, "There will be some of your child too, but I work on school sports stories. I do think the Coach's protest over your player is part of my beat though. Can I meet with you tomorrow to discuss it?"



Mommy nodded but didn't say anything. I looked at the lady, and she smiled at me, and said, "You are a real cutie, aren't you?"



Mommy seemed a little less worried, but she forgot to put me back in panties for the whole ride home. That was OK, because the whole ride I kept sitting on different girl's laps and putting their hands on my tube because it made me feel better.

[Toni]

Chapter XLV: JB's Dinner

My Mommy spent the whole trip on the bus talking to lot of people on the phone, and I didn't get to talk to her the whole time until after all the girls were in there cars on gone. When she was buckling me into my car seat I said I was scared, and she gave me a hug and acted surprised and said, "About what, Honey?"

I said "'Bout the newspaper lady taking pictures of me without panties on and about what's happening with Abby. Why does that coach lady not like her? Why is Abby so sad?"

Mommy said, "Oh, JB, those aren't things for you to worry about, sweetheart. I know the publisher of that paper, and that will not be any trouble. All the problems that coach is trying to make were taken care of last year; she's just trying to redo old business because she lost."

"You sure?" I said, and Mommy said she was, but I still thought she was scared even though she wouldn't say, but I pretended I wasn't worried. Then Mommy said, "Nora and I are going to have to go to a meeting tonight, love bug. We're going to have to find you a babysitter somewhere."

"I could stay alone. I did before, you know."

"Now you're being a silly-billie, aren't you?" she said.

I giggled and said, "Can Amanda or Abby or Cindy or Heather or...."

Mommy didn't let me finish the list. She said, "You have a long list of friends, all of whom would love to baby sit for you, JB. But I'm not really sure eighth graders or old enough yet, and some of them are busy tonight. I have someone special in mind that you haven't met yet, but she lives a long way away so it might not work."

When we got home Mama came outside to meet us, I knew that Mommy had already talked to her about Abby and stuff and that it really was a big deal (even though they told me it wasn't) by the way they hugged when they saw each other. But when Mama got me out of the car seat she acted all happy and everything so I tried to not worry either.

Mama made me spin around, because she'd never seen me in my cheerleader outfit, and said, "You look as cute as button!! But that's not really what you wore, is it?"

I said, "Sure. Why not?" And she pointed at my skirt, and I remembered I'd forgot my panties, but she said I looked fine without them for at home.

I got to go and play with my blocks and trucks, but Mommy and Mama stayed in the kitchen the whole time and talked real quiet. I knew that the thing with the coach and Abby was a big deal, and I started to get mad because they wouldn't tell me anything. Finally I went into the kitchen to demand some answers!!!

Mama had just hung up her phone, and was shaking he head. I said, "OK. Now what's going on?"

Mommy looked at me and bit her lip. Mama sighed then smiled and said, "The baby sitter we wanted, really wants to come but she hasn't got a way to get here tonight. You might meet here tomorrow though."

"Not that," I said, and put my arms on my hips and stared at them. "What's happening with Abby and stuff and with the camera lady, and where are you two going tonight and..."

Mommy sat down and spread her arms so I'd climb into her lap. She stroked my hair and said, "It's nothing to scare you, sweetheart. Someone is saying that Abby shouldn't be allowed to play volleyball, but all of that was worked out last year. She just wants to get attention and make trouble. The main thing we need to do is keep private things quiet, so we're going to go and talk to some of the people about it tonight. But it is nothing to worry sweet little ones. I promise. You should be scared about us finding you a babysitter though, because you sure don't want to have to come with us and listen to all that talk for hours, honey."

"How you going to keep it quiet though."

Mama said, "Well, Jade, you Aunt Trish happens to be the editor of the newspaper that took your picture today. That helps us, and your Uncle Al is a lawyer for the schools. That coach works for a different school system, but they don't get to decide who plays for us. OK?"

I nodded; I was related to important people now; that was a nice thing. So I started thinking about tonight. I said, "I think lots of thirteen year olds baby sit. Couldn't some of the girls just do it?"

Mommy kissed my hair and said, "We are working on it, honey. Amanda has to watch her brothers; Abby is to upset tonight, and her parents are going to the meeting, of course. Those are the girls we know best. Now would you like to come into the den and nuzzle before I get dressed, and let the grownups take care of all the grownup things?"

I climbed out of her lap and lead her to the den. Then phone rang, and Mama got it. I could tell it was Uncle Al.

While I nuzzled I forgot about everything. Mommy had taken her shirt all the way off and while I s*cked on one nipple I stroked the other with my fingers; Mommy laid her head on mine and rubbed my legs and bottom with her hands.

After a little bit, Mama came in and whispered things to Mommy, and I forgot to try and hear. Then Mommy passed me over to Mama's lap, and I hardly even stopped suc-king. After a few minutes with Mama something wonderful happened! And I knew that it meant that everything was going to be OK. I started tasting the special milk! Coming from Mama!

There wasn't a whole lot, like there had been with Aunt Trish that time, but it was some. I started nursing harder, and a little more came, then more. Then it stopped. Mama said, "There will be more each time from now on sweetness, but that is it for now," and she put a bottle in my mouth.

I felt wetness down on my legs right then, and Mama grabbed one of the pillows from the couch and put it on my tube. She wasn't mad or anything though and just kissed me, so I relaxed and peed into the pillow.

As soon as the bottle was done I jumped up and ran into tell Mommy about Mama making milk for me. She was in the shower and I opened the door and said, "Mommy, I nuzzled for real!" She was as excited as I was, I could tell, and she was happy for the first time that whole afternoon, but she yelled, "Nora, I'm so jealous!"

I said, "I can do you more and maybe you will make milk too, Mommy."

I was standing with the shower door open, and Mommy pulled me in to hug me (even though I still had my cheerleading stuff on). She said, "I will happen when it does, honey. I can be patent."

Mama was in the bathroom and said, "Marnie, she had a bit of an accident too. Can you rinse her off while she is in there."

Mommy was in a hurry so she didn't wash me, just made sure I got wet down under and wiped it good. After we were dried Mommy and I went into the kitchen, neither of us got dressed first. Mama was just finishing eating and she went to take a shower while we ate. I sat on Mommy and let her put all my dinner in my mouth for me. I kept rubbing her boobie and thinking about real nuzzling the whole time - well it is neat! You should try it! I think Mommy knew that's what I was thinking and she giggled at me and hugged me the whole time.

Then the doorbell rang, and Mommy said, "That will be you babysitter. Go and get the door, honey."

I'd forgot all about find a sitter and about the meeting and the troubles and about all of that. Now it all came back into my mind at once, and the main thing is I knew I'd didn't want some babysitter I didn't know. I said, "Not all naked!! Who'd ya' get?"

Mommy made me stand up and said, "The babysitter will see you in the all together when you get your bath or go potty, sweetie, and you will see who it is as soon as you open the door. Scoot."

So I went to the door, but not very fast. I peeked out the window by the door and all I saw was George, Glyn's brother. I opened the door and said, "Hi. What's happening?" Because I didn't mind him seeing me naked and knew he'd have to leave before the babysitter got here.

He said, "Hi, Jade. Nothing. Can I come in?"

I opened the door wider and he came in and said, "OK. What you got planned for tonight?"

I said, "I can't really play, 'cus Mommy and Mama have a meeting to go to and some one is coming here."

He said, "I think I'm the one that is coming, Jade."

"A boy babysitter?!?" I said.

"I never sit on babies! But I have taken care of Glyn; you won't be any trouble at all. I know lots of secret knots."

I knew the knot thing was just joking, but I didn't know about getting washed and dressed and other stuff by a boy. I don't know, I guess, boys should see boys naked more and stuff, but some of that just seemed like girls did it. Or I'd got use to having girls do it, and it would be different with a boy somehow.

But Georgie was nice, and I knew he had secrets and wouldn't tell stuff either, and... He took my hand, and we walked into the den. Mommy hollered, "Georgie, come on in here. I have lots of instructions for you."

Mommy was still naked too, and didn't seem to mind being like that in front of George; I could tell George had some trouble acting like he didn't care either.

Mommy was standing at the sink, and she handed George a bottle of juice. He could have just passed it to me, but he sat down and pulled me into his lap and put it in my mouth instead. I took it out of his hands tough and held it myself, but I did stay in his lap.

Mommy gave him lot of instructions: where phone numbers were, bed times, taking me potty, changing me, bathing me, putting me to bed, bottles and snacks. Everything. George kept nodding, and he was rubbing my back while he listened, which felt good at least. Then Mommy said, "That's all I can think of. Nora will probably have more. Why don't you start a movie, or something while I get dressed."

Mommy left, and I'd finished the juice. I started to get up, but George held me and made me bend forward while he patted my back until I burped. He laughed and said, "Gee, Jade, Glyn is lot louder then that."

This is the kind of confusions I get into: first, I was embarrassed that someone (a boy my same age even) burped me after I'd had a bottle; then, they acted like it was only weird I didn't do it better. I stuck my tongue out at George and said, "Pphhhttt." I just didn't know what else to do. He laughed and tried to carry me to the den, but I knew it was hard for him and got down. I started to play with my trucks and blocks, and he started to build a big bridge for them to go over.

I asked him where Glyn was, and he told me she had a sleepover at a friend's. That kind of made me sad, because I'd never really had one of those, and it would have been nice with her here tonight.

"We don't need her to have fun!" George said, "I though you'd make me play dolls all night, like she would. Now we can do other things." he said.

"I do both, might latter."

"That's OK, Jade, I'll do both too. Might have had a hard time getting Glyn to though."

"You like babysitting, even though you're a boy?"

"I don't know, let me try," he said, and then he tried to sit on me!

I screamed and giggled, and he said, "Are you really a baby, Jade?"

I had to think, but then I said, "Yeah, sometimes it's 'K."

He just smiled and said, "Glyn thinks you're about five or six. No ones told her you're in Jr. High."

I got all quiet, and then said, "Yeah, I a weirdo."

George gasped, and said, "That's not what I meant, JB!! I meant that it is OK! You're very nice and that we don't care at all. Really!!" He grabbed me and gave me a hug, and I let him and then stayed in his lap.

"'K. You don't mind doing this tonight?"

He kissed my head and said, "Nah, we will have fun. I've done all this for Glyn. No biggie." And I kissed him back on the cheek.

[Toni]

Chapter XLVI: JB and the Babysitter

When Mommy and Mama came in George was tickling me and I was rolling around on the floor. Mama said, "Don't be too rough, Georgie. She isn't used too it like Glyn is."

He wasn't being too rough yet though, but I jumped up and ran to give them a hug. Mommy picked me up; she was dressed all fancy, just for like business but she smelled real good, and I liked putting my face on her neck.

Mama gave all the same instuctions to George that Mommy had earlier, and I could tell he had a hard time listening. When she got to the bath part I asked if we could use the real big tub, and Mommy nodded, but when I asked if we could use the sprinklers they said it was already too dark but I could swing and play in the sand for a very little while.

Both Mommy and Mama gave me one last big hug, and they kissed Georgie too, and they finally left. I took George out side, and he opened the sand box up, and I got some trucks.

When he started to help me I had to tell him that no clothes were allowed in the sand and he acted like that didn't mean him, but I insisted. He didn't want to play in the sand with me then, but I talked him into it, he still got to keep his boxers on though, and we made a big road and tried to do a tunnel but those never really work.

Then it was real dark and he said it was time to go inside, and I showed him how to wash off with the hose and made him take off his boxers then. He had hair down there! Lots, and I reached over to feel it, but he pushed my hand away, and I said, "I just want to see what the hair feels like," and he let me touch it for just a second, and then brushed off unders started to put them and his other clothes back on. I grabbed his pants and said, "Just stay naked. I am."

He said, "No, JB, I'm older and it's not right."

"Mama and Mommy are older and they stay naked. They won't care. It feels nice. Don't you ever?"

"Yeah, I do but not tonight. Don't give me a hard time, JB."

I said, "Sorry." And I really was; I felt bad because I guess I was being really fussy and bossy right then.

He put his arm on my shoulder and kissed my head. Then he guided me into the kitchen - and he did just wear his t-shirt and boxers.

In the kitchen he said, "'K, where does Aunt Nora keep the cookies?!"

"Mommy doesn't believe in them I think."

"But we got to have snacks!"

"Carrots and stuff. Mostly I just get juice."

"Oh," George said, but he kept looking in the refrigerator and on all the shelves. He got out the bread and the Jam and made some toast. He poured two glasses of juice and handed one to me.

I picked it up and held it and just looked at it. I said, "I never drink form these now."

George had spread a ton of jam on a whole piece of toast and gave it to me. He said, "Oh. Not at all. Do you want to?"

I didn't answer but just looked at the juice. He took it and poured it into a baby bottle for me. I took it at once and started to s-ck on it. Then I put it down and just looked at the table. I was embarrassed.

George acted like he didn't notice. He was eating his toast and said, "Eat up, JB. Plenty more where that came from. Glyn tries to get a whole piece in her mouth at once all the time, but she's never made it.

I smiled and folded the bread up and I did get it all in at once but some of the jam came out and got on my stomach, and I couldn't close my mouth or chew or swallow it. George laughed, and pulled the toast out of my mouth. "Close, but that doesn't count," he said.

He made me a new piece of toast and told me not to try again. I asked him to cut it up for me, and he did, and I ate it that way, but more jam slipped off and got all over my face.

When we were done I started to go to the den, but he said, "Go wash up, JB."

I felt surprised, and just looked at him and shook my head. He understood, and got a wet towel and started to clean my face for me, then he started to do my tummy and some jam had dripped down almost to my wiener, and when he wiped that off I put my face in his hair and hugged him and said, "You starting to think I'm creepy yet?"

George didn't answer. Instead he said, "I think it's bath time. Let's go, buddy," and he took my hand.

I didn't want to be fussy some more, but I said, "It's not yet bed time though. Can we play after bath? Please?"

"Sure. I just think we need to get you un-sticky is all."

"You're real nice, Georgie," I said, and I led him into Mommy bathroom and I got into the tub before he turned on the water.

I said, "Georgie, will you get in the tub with me? Please. My Mommy and Mama do lots. It's more fun."

And he did! And I got to look at his big wiener, and he helped me wash the bathtub dolls too, and he pretended to like doing it (but I could tell that it was just pretending). And then he made me sit still and he started washing me, and he washed real soft, lots gentler than Mama, like he was afraid he was going to hurt me.

I turned around and he did my back, but when he stopped I stuck my butt up real high and said, "You got to do that place too," and he washed it real fast, and I grabbed his hand and rubbed it on my bottom hole, and he laughed, so I said, "Do the inside too." And he laughed louder and put a finger inside me. I made his finger go back and forth and then sat on his lap and put his hand and the wash rag on my tube and said, "You forgot that part, Georgie."

Then George sighed before he put the wash cloth on my wiener, and he rubbed it real softly, and it felt good. Then he took his other hand and held my tube up and pulled the skin back and squeezed the wet, soapy cloth over it. He said, "My mom says that's the best way to get the part under the skin clean." I just nodded, because Mommy and Mama always did that too, and I smuggled up next to him. He dropped the cloth but kept rubbing me down there.

I got the cloth and smiled right in his face and said, "I'll do yours," and he didn't say anything but didn't pull away either, so I held him in my hand and pulled back on his skin and squeezed water on his mushroom top. Then I held on longer and moved my hand up and down. His wiener felt different from mine and from Greg's (Gina's) which was the only other I'd really felt before, and it started to get hard too, and he let me keep doing it for a while but then pushed me away.

At first that made me sad, but right away Georgie pulled me back and hugged me, and he let me kiss his lips and cheek. I got behind him and said, "I'll wash you," and I did his back and then made him lean forward, and I stuck my finger inside him and he gasped, but I left it in and wiggled it, and he didn't mind, and my finger was way in him when I kissed him on the cheek - on his back cheek, inside the crack. Then I move back to the front and washed his tummy but got back to his wiener again, and it was lots harder! It couldn't hardly bend, and I said, "I can french kiss it, Georgie."

Then before he could say something I put his stiffy inside my mouth and it almost went all the way to my throat. And he moaned, but I thought he liked it. Then he started breathing real fast, and his chest went up and down, and I started to sit up, but he pushed my head back down on his tube. Then his butt started going up and down, and I was afraid that he was going to get to deep in me and took my mouth off, but I still licked it and felt it. Then he breathed out real loud and then lay real, real still.

I said, "You 'K?" and he nodded and hugged me real tight. After a minute he said, "Yeah, I think that was when I was supposed to come, but I never done that before. I guess, I'm not old enough to really come yet."

"Oh, me neither," I said, meaning I'd never done that. Then I said, "But you've played with you wiener before, haven't you."

"Sure. Everyone does that. But it's never wanted to squirt like that."

"I so little mine never even gets that hard, and I'm really as old as you, you know."

"Not quite, little guy, I'm almost fourteen. I should be able to come by now."

"Doesn't matter. People get old at different speeds, Georgie, you know. And it's still fun, isn't it?"

He smiled and said, "It sure is. We better get out of the tub, your all wrinkly and I bet we've used up all your playtime I promised you. Are you going to be mad at me?"

I shook my head, and he got out and dried off. He handed me a towel, but I just sat on the side of the tub until he realized he had to dry me too.

When we finally got to where there was a clock, it turned out not to be that late, but Georgie still wanted to get me into my nightie and diaper right away. He said we could watch a movie for fifteen minutes after though.

While I was lying on my back on my changing table he asked me what I wanted to wear to bed, but I let him pick. He got out a baby-doll nightie that was pink and white with lots of lace on the top and bottom and had an empire waist that made it look like I almost had boobs. And it came with a frilly bottom that could fit over my diaper. He handed them too me and I just looked at him, and he laughed and finially got the idea that I didn't do none of that stuff for myself anymore, and I could tell he didn't really mind dressing me at all.

In the den I started the movie about the fish that got kidnapped and started playing with my dolls. Georgie went to bathroom and came back all dressed, well he still didn't have on pants, just boxers like before dinner, and he told me I should take off my diaper because I'd forgot to go potty. I shook my head and said, "I'll just use the diaper if I got too, Georgie. I don't mind."

"Yeah, but I might, Jadie."

"Oh, do you? OK."

"No, it's alright. I won't mind at all. Ready for a bottle though?"

I nodded, and he went to get it. He handed me the bottle and I made him sit down and hold me. After about three s-cks I said, talking around the nipple, "Georgie, will you tell me something?"

"Sure, sweetie," he said, and I giggled because boys out age don't call people things like that usually.

"Why do people 'round her treat me nice. How come people don't care if I do girl stuff or baby stuff and just get nicer."

"JB, it's a long story, and I'm just barely not a kid too so I don't know all of it. But it's because of something that happened last year."

"Yeah, that's all anyone says to me. What happened."

"OK, this is what I think it was, some things are supposed to be secret even to me. There was this girl in our school last year. -- No wait. Before that, Two years ago..."

[Toni]

Chapter XLVII: George's Story (Part 1)

{This is the story that George told JB. Since it's so long, I'm going to paraphrase rather than start every paragraph with quote marks. I've added some details and fixed some parts that George was fuzzy on or that JB just didn't understand.}

About two years ago, in late January, a new student transferred into the junior high where JB and George went. The very first day she went to the infirmary and begged to be excused from PE. Nora thought the kid was more scared than sick and spent the period talking to her. She decided that the girl had been put into the wrong PE class, and Nora talked to Ms Evens so she could go to the right class instead.

See, the girl had been put in a boy's class, and that was because everyone including her parents thought she was a boy, but she wasn't.

Nora knew about girls like that. (JB remembered what Amanda had said about Nora's own daughter that she had always made act like a boy by mistake.), and really wanted to help this new girl in school.

She talked to the girl's mom, but that didn't help. Both the parents wouldn't accept it, and that was obvious, so Nora had to work around them. She also knew that the old principal, this was before Ms Spinner came, was real macho and wouldn't help. However, the counselor that was at the school was more accepting and reasonable. And they arranged for the girl to see someone who could help her too.

So what they all did was let the new girl be the infirmary aide in the morning and told her parents that that meant she had to be at school real early. Then Nora and Ms Evens, JB's Mommy, got her lots of clothes to wear, and she would change into them. They let the girl always come to the infirmary to change clothes and stuff too. Everyone thought that was because she had a disease or something, but that didn't bother anyone.

Pretty soon everyone at the school new her as a girl, and she had lots of friends but, of course, she could never take them home or anything like that. But her parents both worked a lot, and didn't come to school or anything so it all worked. Actually the only contact they had with their child's school was Nora, and both of the parents liked her because she was helping their "son", who they thought was real shy and antisocial and stuff. The girl stayed with Nora for part of the summer, while both of the parents had to be out of town too (They didn't know that Nora had just moved into Marnie's house though.) That was when George got to know her.

That September George started at the school where his Aunt Nora worked, and so did all of his schoolmates, of course. There were these two kids in his class, they were twins but didn't look exactly alike, and they had this real weird mother who had always been the room mother and head of the PTA and stuff, but George and all the kids had thought she was weird. (Many of the parents and teachers did too, but it was nothing they could put their finger on and, of course, they didn't say anything to their children about it.)

The woman was a single parent and she hinted at terrible dark things that her ex-husband had done, so no one wanted to meet him. Later she would tell these stories in great detail to Nora and the school so no one ever tried to contact him.

Sometimes the mother would be too friendly and real busy and talkative, other times she would sort of disappear for a long time or just yell about nothing. Of course this meant the two kids didn't have lots of friends, but George tried not to be mean to them at least.

During the first weeks of seventh grade one of the boys talked about how hungry he was everyday on the bus to school and tried to buy food from other kids. George mentioned this to his Aunt Nora, and she made an effort to get to know the two kids right away, and soon they were coming into the infirmary every morning that their mom wouldn't let them eat breakfast and dinner.

--When George got to that part he noticed that JB's baby bottle was empty and said, "You want some more, buddy?"

JB shook his head and said, "Na. Could I have a plug? With some honey? What happened to the two girls?"

George got up and fixed JB's pacifier and then said, "This story is getting long. And we gotta brush your tooths too; are you dirty yet?"

JB giggled at the word 'tooths' but shook his head some and said, "No - tell more, George!"

So George went on:

--It was the other girl, the one from last year that noticed that one of the kids always wanted to come into the infirmary to use the restroom, and other stuff. She told Nora that one of the two boys might be a girl in a boy's body too. Then Nora started talking to the kid and thought that might be right.

She decided to talk to the kid's mother. This time the mother didn't get mad and Nora could tell her the whole story and about what happened when people pretended that people like that didn't exist. And the younger girl's mother was surprised but accepting, and she said the girl could start doing more girl type things.

Since lots of people in school knew these two kids, they had gone to school together forever, the girl could just show up as a girl one day. But Ms Spinner had shown up as the principal that year, and the first thing she had done was start an anti-bullying program. Nora, and the kids mother, who was already the treasurer of the Jr. High. PTA, got an early lesson on gender and social rolls put in to those lessons.

Slowly the young girl started wearing blouses to school and, when she changed to girl's PE, no one said anything bad out loud (although Ms Spinner had some meetings with some parents that none of he students knew about.), and she just changed in Marnie's office all the time.

Some people teased her a lot, but she had been teased before, and they teased her brother too, but some people tried to be there friends, and the school tried to stop people from teasing too much.

The trouble was that the mother of the two kids was nuttier than people thought. Apparently she decided that since she had used to have two boys, now she must have two girls. At home and stuff she made the other kid wear girls clothes and do all girls stuff too. She made him learn to wear make-up and she made him throw out all the old boy's toys and play with dolls (even though they were already twelve), and rather then letting on of them move into the spare bedroom (yeah, they had a big house), she redid their old room for too girls. The boy hated all of it, naturally. And he took the whole thing out on his sister, who he still called his brother, although he had known the truth longer than anyone. He did lots of mean things and he got into trouble with lots of other people at school. (JB thought that George had been one of the people the boy had fought, but didn't ask because it seemed like George felt bad about the whole thing.

It turned out that the woman had six different Identities, and saw several doctors under each name. She was a real expert at this and at getting the kinds of pills she wanted. Without waiting for the doctors to say it was the right time for her daughter to take some pills to stop her growing more like a man, she had got the pills on her own, and started to give them to both of the children. No one, certainly not Nora, knew about any of the pills.

--Since George had asked about it, JB remembered that he was supposed to go in his pants while he listened, so he had relax and let him self. Now George pinched his nose, but he didn't stop the story just yet.

--At first they only got pills that would keep them from seeming older, but she got impatient, and because she thought it would end the fights, and started giving them the pills that would make them become more like women. By the time school started back after Christmas both of the kids started to get breasts. That was when the trouble started.

The boy didn't go to girl's PE, in spite of taking the pills. Nora and the school wouldn't have let that happen, because he showed no signs of being or wanting to be a girl at all. When the boy was changing for PE right after the vacation someone said something about his boobs, and he shoved the kid. Then lots of boys grabbed him and said they need to "check his equipment", and started to pull his pants down. Since his body was becoming more feminine, the boy was afraid that his pen-is was strange looking too. He fought to keep anyone from seeing them. And when his pants were off the others did laugh at him, and then they tried to throw him into the hall.

The boy's leg got caught in the heavy locker room door and got broken real, real bad.

--JB gasped and then held his breath. George said, "JB I don't think I should tell you all this. I don't want you to get scared."

JB said, "No, don't stop there!! How was his leg? Can he walk? Don't stop!"

"No, JB," George said, "I forgot how bad this story was. Yeah his leg was OK, and then they lived happily ever after. Bedtime, bud."

JB started crying; he was real mad. He said, "NO! That's not all. I'll be OK: I not a real baby, you know! Tell me, George. I got to know why people treat me like they do!!"

George said, "You not a baby?" but he was grinning at JB when he said it. "Let we brush your teeth and change your diaper then, JB, and I'll think what else I can tell you."

JB frowned about that, but George leaned over and kissed him on the head, and then tried to carry JB into the nursery.

[Toni]

Chapter XLVIII: George's Story (Part 2)

Even before they got to the hall, JB made George let him go. George just was not big enough to carry him far. But then he took George's hand and let George lead him into the bedroom, and he allowed George to put him onto the changing table too.

"Did the boy's leg ever get better?" JB asked as George worked on his bottom.

"Just hush, baby, or I'll have to sit on you, JB," George said, and JB knew he was getting kind of annoyed, but was thinking hard too, so he did hush, but it was real hard to, and he didn't say anything else until George had finished brushing his teeth.

Usually JB was just lifted over the rail to be put into bed, but George put the rail down so he could get JB high enough. After he had tucked JB in he sat on the edge of the bed, and said, "OK, I don't really understand all of the next part, JB, but yeah the boy's leg got better, or it has mostly. He still can't do sports and has to do special exercise that he hates, but it is supposed to get back to normal soon.

"The boy had to spend almost two weeks in the hospital, and about three of the other boys got suspended and sent to special classes because of what they had done," George said.

--The doctors at the hospital thought at first that the boy had problems with his hormones and was producing high amounts of the wrong kind by himself. The mother of the boy was let into the hospital room and could still make the boy take the pills she had been giving him too. When the doctors wanted to give the boy pills to counter act what they thought was the child's messed up system the woman got worried and wouldn't let them. She pretended it was a religious conviction and said that was the way God wanted the boy to be.

While that was happening something else was happening too. The older girl that was in the wrong body had tried out for the girl's basketball team. Before when she had had to be a boy all the time she had decided to become a real good dribbler to fool boys and her parents who liked her doing boy stuff, and because she knew girls with regular bodies that played basketball too. While the boy was in the hospital she played in her first game, which was in the next town over, the town in between JB's town and the one where the volleyball team had played their game.

Coach Evens had told the sports people about the girl, because the rules said she had too, but the league had had rules about girls like that for a long time. The rules said that, as long as there was a psychologist that said she was really a girl or probably was, she could play on girl's teams. This girl had seen a psychologist (that Nora had found for her) and had the school counselor's support, but she was younger than any of the kids that had ever used that rule before and wasn't yet taking all the drugs that older kids would have been. Now the other school was trying to get the courts to change the rules so she couldn't play.

The schools and the courts (and George's mom, the editor of the little local paper) managed to keep the name of the kid out of the paper, however, and the story stayed on the back pages. In fact it was a case between the school districts and the girl's name wasn't even in the court papers at all.

By the middle of February the doctors helping the boy with the broken leg were starting to feel something weird was happening with his mom and called in Social Services, and a social worker got involved.

It took along time but the social worker got the boy to admit his mother was feeding him all these pills. Protective Services took both of the kids, and their little sister too, out of the mother's house and put them into a foster home.

--When George said that, JB snuggled up closer to him. He knew about those places, but he also knew that there were lots worse places for kids to be; and that, at least, those places were safe and secure and comfortable, just sort of strict and lonely. George started rubbing JB's back, and JB slipped his hand in through the slot in the front of George's boxers.

--The woman went ballistic!! At first she tried to get the paper to print a story about how the government had taken her children because they had gender dysphoria, and she called up all the national organizations she could think of to try and get help. Then when some of the groups listened too her and sent lawyers and publicists out to help her, she suddenly vanished.

The social worker in charge of the case found out that the name the woman used wasn't real, and none were the kid's names either. All the birth certificates they had used were fake. People thought she had run away and hidden from her ex-husband because of the horrible mean things he had done to the children.

But, the thing was, none of the kids could remember any of that, and had never herd bout it from their mother. At first the psychologists thought they had just blocked out all the bad things (and it had been over half of their lives ago), but they could remember lots of other things from that time and even things about their father. Also, they said the reason they ran from their father was because of the things he did to their mother, not what he had done to them.

But none of them could even remember their old last name, but they remembered stuff that let people figure out what town they had come from.

Nora and Marnie tried to get the Protective Services people to let the kids live with them while things got settled out. They would have liked that, because the boy was still in a wheelchair and all, and Nora was a nurse, but they couldn't because Nora and Marnie were a "non-traditional couple", and they could have that.

So what happened was the little sister got moved in with George's family, and the boy was officially there too, but he stayed next door actually so Nora could help him. Only the girl got left out, and see had to stay in a group home, but she saw everyone at school (and Nora brought her girl's clothes to wear at school too.).

Eventually they did find the kid's father, and he told them that the mother had also stolen whole, whole bunch of money from her old boss before she had run off (She had worked in a tax office for a big city, and it had taken them about four years before they knew the money had been taken.) That was too big a story not to get in the local papers.

When the father got there he was real mad that the Protective Services people wouldn't let him have his kids right away, but when he found out how scared they were he decided that waiting was a good idea. However, he also blamed Nora for a lot of the problems (he thought she had given the woman the pills.), he tried to keep the kids from seeing her at all, and no one told him where they were living because of all that.

--JB usually always feel asleep right after his might time bottle, and now he yawned real big, but he really wanted to stay awake to her the rest of the story. But George knew he should make it real quick.

George said, "So then the cops started looking for the mother, and the man got used to one of his sons being a girl. He also got over being mad at Aunt Nora, and now they are good friends. The school made some new rules about who was a girl, and almost the whole town was all for them, and that is why they let you be a girl, JB. OK, that's a very long story and enough for tonight."

JB moaned and said, "That's not all though. Please, George."

"Come on, buddy. I'm getting tired of talking, and if you're still awake when Aunt Nora gets here, they won't let me sit on you ever again, you know."

"But did that lady get sent to jail? What happened with the other bigger girl?"

George sighed. He said, "The big girl didn't get to play basketball any more last year. Lots of people found out about her and got mad. But most of those people got sorry later, and that's the reason for the new rules too. OK, go to sleep, JB."

JB grabbed George's wrist and put George's hand on the front of his diaper and moved it back and forth. He said (yawning again, he couldn't stop), "'K, but stay here 'til I do; the boy and girl live with there father now? And they like him?"

George started rubbing JB on his own and said, "Yeah, they are both doing real, real good mostly now, JB. And almost no one ever teases either of them now. They never became famous or anything."

That made JB smile, but he needed to know one more thing. "And there Mom will never get out of jail?" he asked.

"She got killed, JB."

"OH," JB said, and now he sighed. So there was lots more to the story he knew, but he closed his eyes anyway. George rubbed his diaper and then his legs a couple of times, and then JB was asleep, and George snuck out of the room.

JB slept all the way until the next morning. He did have some bad dreams, but they didn't wake him up, and he couldn't really remember them the next day.

[Toni]

Chapter XLIX: JB on Saturday Morning



Cartoons! That was the first thing JB thought when he awoke.



It was Saturday, and he could watch and not have to fight with anyone about it either. He climbed out of his bed and waddled down the hall to the den. Diapers were better than wet beds, but they also got heavy. Half way to the den he checked his mouth to make sure the plug was there; it was.



He found two shows to watch and got the buttons set to go from one to the other quickly then settled back to watch with his bears. The second time a commercial came on he decided it was time for some juice.



In the kitchen there were plenty of cups and glasses where he could reach them easily, but he took the prepared baby bottle from the refrigerator. He no longer thought of it as getting a drink any other way; he liked bottles.



By the time the bottle was empty his diaper was dirty as well a wet, but that had nothing to do with him wishing one of his mothers would wake up and could sit with him. This morning the juice hadn't perked him up as much as it usually did.



He waddled back up the hall to check on them. They were both still sound asleep, each with an arm over the other, and he thought they looked very cute. He decided to sit on the foot of the bed and watch them instead of the cartoons for awhile.



The clock said seven fifty-five, and he considered waking them up, but then remembered that they had been out very late last night so he didn't.



That made him think about Abby's problems. He wondered what Mommy and Mama and all the grownups had decided to do to fix it. It still worried him a lot, though he didn't really know what it was all about.



His mommy sighed real, real deeply in her sleep, and he giggled. His Mama moaned and rolled on to her back, and he remembered to stay very quiet. He thought of crawling over to her and nuzzling but know that would wake her and he liked this just watching.



Then he remembered that his mama had started making real milk and he could nuzzle for real now, but still he would wait. Also he decided that he would ask to wear a skirt and braids and a real frilly top today as a reward to his mama for being able to nurse him now.



Being a girl today reminded him about girls that got into the wrong bodies and all of that, and that reminded him of all of George's story, and that made him grab his bear and hug her tight.



He wondered what else had happened to make it so OK for boys to be girls in this town. He had never though he was really a girl, but he had wished he was a lot; a lot!! Now he could be. Being a girl was so much better, just because you could do so much more. No one teased girls for acting like boys when they wanted to. Girls could even do sports and play with trucks if they wanted. But of course girls did have some rules, about having to look nice and not being rough and stuff, but they didn't beat you up, or throw you around, or break your legs for messing up those rules. Besides, he liked all those girl rules a lot.



Right then he decided to always be a tomboy from now on. He wasn't sure if he was a girl, like the two in George's story, but that is what he wanted to be, so that is what he would be from now on. He could not see any draw backs to that.



Except for the kind of trouble that was happening with Abby. That was when he realized that Abby had a twin that didn't look like her, and also had a little sister, just like the younger girl in George's story. He wondered if Abby still had her wiener, and realized he had never seen her naked although he had seen so many people naked, especially girls, in the last week that he didn't even think about that any more.



He had no doubts at all that she was the girl in the story. He wondered if Sam's leg still hurt. He wondered what had happened to their mom. Now he knew, at least in part, why Lee was so sad and wanted to be so little. He felt real sorry for her too.



He also thought he shouldn't tell anyone he knew, because no one had really told him, and especially no grow-ups had. He kept his legs folded under him as he leaned sideways until his head was on the bed. He might have even fallen asleep for awhile before he felt the bed jiggle, but it couldn't have been for long.



His mama breathed out real loudly and rolled her head back and forth. Then she stretched out her arms a little bit. Mama opened one eye and smiled at him.



JB smiled back, put his thumb in his mouth next to his pacifier, and wiggled his fingers at her.



Nora's looked over at Marnie and then put her finger to her lip. She got out of bed, picked JB up, and carried JB into the other room.



Nora wasn't nude this morning. She had on a white flannel night gown that hung without any shape from her shoulders. She had to undo four buttons before JB could get to her breast. He nursed, and just when he thought maybe no milk would come out today it flowed into his mouth and tasted wonderful. At first it was slow, but then it was a fast as a bottle. But then it slowed down and hardly any came, and he still wasn't full.



"There will be more each time, sweetheart," Mama said. "We can finish off with a bottle this time." And she left him on the couch while she went to the kitchen.



When she got back she said, "Do you want me to change you while you drink it, baby?"



JB shook his head as he reached for the bottle that he knew would be warm and contain the special milk. "After," he said as he pulled her down so he could be held some more. It was the first word he had spoken and he barely whispered it.



He only drank about half the bottle before he dropped it and kissed Nora's face. While he did that he noticed Marnie, undressed, standing by hall door, and when he smiled she said, "'Morning, my loves. Had breakfast already?"



Nora answered, "Just partly," and bent her head back to kiss Marnie. JB grabbed his mommy and pulled her onto the couch and began nuzzling her. Only after he had done that with both his moms did he finally fell awake. Now he felt brave enough and secure enough and ready enough  to face this day.