The day at school started well. Raven and I spent some time
together before the classes began. We have more and more secrets that we share,
especially since yesterday. Fine memories that stay between us. Memories that bring
us closer together. However, I have been a bit mad at her today...
At the end of the first break Raven came to me.
"Skylar, I did something stupid."
"What happened?"
"Promise me first that you won't be angry."
"Raven, now you worry me."
"OK, please sit down. I have something to tell you.
Just a moment ago, after Mrs. Liang's lesson, I kept talking to her for a
while. I told her about the wedding, and I wanted to show some pictures. My
intention was to show only pictures of me, but while I was swiping there was
also a picture with the two of us. I saw it right away, and swiped on quickly,
but it was too late. Mrs. Liang had recognized you."
"Raven, you can't be serious. How could you do this to
me?"
"I'm very sorry. I was just enthusiastic. I just wanted
to show what I looked like. I'm really, really sorry."
"Raven, this really upsets me."
"I understand that, Skylar. I've been stupid."
"And what is Mrs. Liang supposed to think now?"
"Well, I explained it to her."
"What? Did you tell her everything?"
"Yes, Skylar. I think that was for the best. I couldn't
think of anything else. But I told her that you did it to please the bridal
couple. I didn't say anything about how much you liked it, nor about the party
and the dancing."
"And what did Mrs. Liang say?"
"She loved what you did very much. She said that you
are a very kind and special boy."
"But now it's no longer a secret. Who knows who else
she's going to tell?"
"You shouldn't worry about that. I told her that you
don't want everyone to know about it, and she understood."
"I hope I can trust her."
"I'm sure you can."
"I hope so."
"Skylar?"
"Yes?"
"I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to do this to you. Are
you mad at me now?"
She looked at me with a sincerely sad face. She was also a
bit upset.
"You're lucky," I said.
"Why?"
"You're lucky I can't be mad at you for long. It only
lasted five seconds."
"Silly. It's going to be all right, you know." And
then she hugged me firmly.
During the following classes I was not able to pay attention.
My thoughts remained with the picture Raven had shown to Mrs. Liang. Another
person who knows my secret. And who knows, maybe more stupid things will
happen. I could no longer bear that uncertainty. I had to do something. I made
a plan. And it had to come into effect quickly. Part 1 of the plan: make an
appointment with Mrs. Liang. Part 2 of the plan: talk to Devon. Part 3 of the
plan: punish Raven. In a sweet way.
After class I immediately asked Devon to have lunch with me.
Just the two of us. Fine, he
said.
I then quickly walked to the teacher's room, and asked for
Mrs. Liang. In addition to being our English teacher, she is also our
counselor. I asked if I could meet her for about half an hour next week. “You
know the reason,” I said. She smiled and said "Of course I want to talk to
you, Skylar. In all
confidence."
I walked to Raven, and told her that I would have lunch with
Devon. "Have I been punished?" she asked, with cute kitten eyes.
"Oh no, this is not your punishment yet. I want you to stay after
school." "Please don't spank me, teacher." "Go away,
silly."
Devon |
Devon didn't say much, and he listened to my story with
amazement. I think I said so many strange things so suddenly, that he didn't
know how to react.
"So... that dress I found in your room..."
"That story was true, Devon. I never lied to you. Raven
had bought it for me. What I didn't tell you is that I like to wear it."
"But what does all this mean, Skylar? Would you like to
be a girl?"
"That's the wrong question, Devon. I remember when you
said at my house 'Boys are boys, and girls are girls', and I understand what
you meant by it, but it doesn't make any sense to me. It's a false
choice."
"That's a fuzzy statement. So what do you really
want?"
"I want to try everything that is denied to boys.
Everything that girls are allowed to do, I want to do as well."
"And what does Raven think of that?"
"Raven loves that. That's why she likes me so much. She
helps me with many things."
"What a bizarre girl."
"She's a wonderful girl."
"But if this comes out, Skylar..."
"I know. Then I have a major problem. It can't come
out, so I don't want you to tell anyone about it."
"Then why do you tell me?"
"Because you are my best friend. And I want you to know
this. Maybe one day there will be problems, and at least you will know what has
happened."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Be my best friend, as always, nothing else."
"I will remain your best friend, but I don't know what
to make of all of your story."
"I understand that, Devon, I really do. It took me a
lot of time myself to understand what is happening."
"Are you going to wear a skirt the next time you hang
out with me?"
I thought it was funny what Devon asked, but he was serious.
"Not if it makes you uncomfortable, Devon. Besides, I
don't go out on the street during girl time."
"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that, you have to be
yourself, and I have to support you in that. It's just... I have to get very
used to that idea."
"You will, Devon."
After school Raven was waiting for me. "Do you still
make me stay after school, Skylar?"
"Yes, you'll get your punishment now."
"Please don't punish me too hard."
"Tomorrow we're going to Riley's party, and I have
nothing to wear yet. As a punishment you have to go shopping with me now."
"What a lovely punishment!" Raven shouted, and she
hugged me. What she did not know yet was that I was going to exhaust her.
"Do you know what you're looking for?" she asked.
"I have a sketchy idea."
"The first question is, of course. Are you going as a
boy or as a girl?"
"More girl than boy. I want to wear a pretty skirt."
"So bold. Would Riley want that, you think?"
"She doesn't request this, of course. That's how she
is. But I'm sure she would appreciate it."
"Are you doing it to please her?"
"Partly. But also to do myself a favor."
"And how do you see the whole of your outfit?"
"I don't want to exaggerate in girliness. Maybe a nice
pullover or something. And another cool element."
"Have you ever tried boots before?"
"No, not really, but aren't they going to be
expensive?"
"We could go look in a thrift shop. Sometimes you can
find real bargains there."
"Yes, but first the skirt. Or else I won’t know which
boots to choose."
"That’s my smart girl."
We always used the same strategy. We went into a shop
together, looked at all the skirts, judged together, made a selection, and then
went to the fitting rooms. If anyone came to ask, we would pretend it was for
Raven. But it was me who entered the cubicles and fitted the skirts. Meanwhile,
Raven had to watch out, to make sure that I wasn't caught. If I was wearing a
skirt, she could take a look in the cubicle, and comment on it. We already
found a nice skirt in the first shop, and Raven wanted me to buy it.
"No, Raven, we don't know yet if this is the best
buy."
"So what's your plan?"
"We'll do a few more shops, and then we'll decide."
I had prepared myself mentally for this. I wanted to do as
many shops as possible. And the scenario was repeated. Shop by shop. Of course,
I got a little tired of it too, but I pretended to have all the energy in the
world. And of course Raven got tired too.
"How many more shops do you want to do?" she said.
"At least three more."
"You're exhausting me."
"You've been punished."
And she gave me a slap. No hard slap. A sweet slap.
After the umpteenth shop I said: "I've made a
decision."
"Finally. What will it be?"
"The skirt of the first shop."
"Skylar, you gotta be kidding me. I told you then
already to buy it. All that work for nothing."
"No, not for nothing. Now we're at least sure that
we've made the best buy."
"OK, you won this contest in femininity, but now I want
to rest."
We went to grab a bite to eat, and didn't have much time to
buy boots, but we were lucky. In the first thrift shop we found the boots I
needed pretty quickly. They fitted me, and matched the skirt. I didn't have
anything for the top yet, but Raven said she had a nice knitted pullover that
would fit perfectly with my outfit. So, that was taken care of. I took Raven to
her home, and agreed with her that she would first come to my house tomorrow
afternoon.
Tomorrow night is Riley's party. I look forward to it, but
with a bit of apprehension.
To: Skylar's Diary - Day 34
To: Skylar's Diary - Day 34
Dear ukkiezorro, Another lovely and finely nuanced story. This felt like a bit of a half-backward step to me, but i can sense that seeds have been planted for Skylar's further exploration and embrace of his beautiful femininity and also for its further successful "socialization", which is so very important to us all. i am still brimming with hopes that Skylar can find his joy as i have found my own in progressively embracing his femininity and in expressing it and in living it in all its gorgeous details and sensitive feelings, but this has to be Skylar's story, i know, not mine, so i am trying to eschew too many detailed expectations. i am eagerly awaiting the forthcoming chapters !!! Thank you so much !!! O O x x O O Ever yours, Laurianna
ReplyDeleteNow you made me curious, Laurianna. What exactly made you think of this as a half step backward? xxx ukkiezorro
DeleteOh, ukkiezorro, i didn't say that it IS a half-step backward just that it "feels" (to me) like one. i suppose i am impatient to see Skylar "luxuriate" and become "lost" (or found !!!) in her Embrace of her Femininity and so much of this chapter seemed to be in "boy" mode . . . On the other hand, of course, i can see the necessity for this, and then again i don't want to unduly influence or interject myself and my own hopes and notions into your Absolutely Compelling & Thrilling & Ever So Much Needed Narrative !!! With my Warmest Thanks and Gratitude & Appreciation O O x x O O Laurianna
ReplyDeleteThanks for the quick reply, and for the clear answer. I do understand what you mean, but it's like they say in French: reculer pour mieux sauter. xxx ukkiezorro
DeleteBiensur que oui !!!
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