Tomboy Jenna woke up one morning at the end of her senior year in high school and declared, I'm a girl! Something inside her clicked and, for the first time, she wanted to embrace and explore all things feminine. Her mother, thrilled with Jenna's newfound sense of womanhood, provided her with a skirt to wear to school - it had to be a skirt! Jenna insisted! Her blossoming femininity was almost immediately squelched, however, first by an incident at school, and then, in an even more horrifying incident in her own home. When her twin brother, Jimmie, returned to find his sister broken and violated, he knew he would do anything to help her. But how far will Jimmie really go? Will he be able to go to the lengths his sister says she needs? And together, will they be able to find their way through the horror, pain and heartache, back to a place of healing and even love?
I woke up with a smile on my lips; not unusual, really, I was always pretty happy but this morning... this morning, the smile was different. “I'm a girl!” I said it out loud, lifted my feet out of the covers and spun all the way around twice on my butt before I put my feet on the floor. “I'm a girl!”
But I had to pee, bad; even girls pee, right? We just do so quietly and daintily. My brother was just coming out of the bathroom, I was still in the triple XXX T-shirt that said: “GRUNGE!” across the front and just panties underneath, so I jumped up and down three times making my boob's bounce and said, “I'm a Girl!” out loud right in his face.
He backed away with his hands warding me off. “Yuck! Get away from me!”
I did my thing in the bathroom, brushed my hair the required hundred times and my teeth not quite so much, looked at my still smiling face and stuck my tongue out at myself in the mirror. I clumped out of the bathroom making enough noise on the floor so that my mother could hear I was up and about.
I went back to my room, opened the closet doors and started rummaging through the few things that were on hangars, blinked a bunch went back to the dresser and pulled open all the drawers searching for something to wear. “MA-OM!” I screamed at the top of my voice, “I have nothing to wear! Maa-om!”
I heard footsteps moving quickly up the stairs and my mother burst through the door with a concerned look on her face, I never screeched and hardly ever raised my voice in the house.
“Jenna! What's wrong?”
“I don't have anything at all to wear to school today!”
She just stared at me blankly. You have to understand that my normal tomboy outfit was old faded jeans or coverall's, an oversized boy's shirt, usually one of my brother's old ones, a hoody, and one of several pairs of scuffed up grass stained gym shoes. And I usually just piled my hair up or slapped up an off-centered pony tail, it took less than a minute to dress.
I can't even remember the last dress I had, I think my dad bought one at a mall for me; I wore it once just to please him and then put it away and never wore it again.
“I have absolutely nothing to wear!” I couldn't believe that whining petulant voice I was hearing was mine, I never talked like that.
Mom couldn't believe it either; she just stood there, staring at me with wide eyes and an open mouth.
“Jen, you have all the clothes you have always had, what are you looking for?”
“Something pretty; a skirt, a blouse, a dress, something girlish, you know!”
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About the Author
A new and different look at the Amicus, John Cole, former radio announcer and newspaper reporter…. and… father… which is why… A recent family reunion of fifteen grandchildren, eight boys, seven girls, reminds me of what life is all about. I have had a life many would aspire to, ran from an abusive step father at age twelve, joined the US Navy at seventeen, married at eighteen, a baby girl at nineteen. Toured Europe on a motorcycle, thus, “Natasha”, let Miss Canada drive my ‘57 T-Bird, the one with t hr port-holes, drove my little girl around in a ’58 Austin-Healy Mk 3000. Interviewed Joan Baez... Had Don Ho and his band as guests on my radio program many times. Built and sailed a boat from Miami into the Caribbean, cut down 1400 trees with a 32” Stihl saw as a logger and cut beef as a butcher… Been to Alaska, loved a Canadian girl and served fifteen months in Goose Bay, Labrador as an Air Force communications supervisor. But my six children have proven to be the greatest delight of all… hi guys… I have some life to share with you… Got arrested, along with a nineteen year old co-ed from the University of Hawaii, for painting a Pink line down the main street of Waikiki on St. Patrick’s day… Judge said had we painted it green… I loved my work as a DJ and radio and television talk show host, loved even more the newspaper reporting for high school sports, and play by play game broadcasting… and now I write naughty stories about all the girls I met and then some… in the hope of entertaining you for a while…