Crossing Texas – Chapter Seventeen
Before me was an entire aisle devoted to “personal feminine hygiene”. I had little clue of what I was supposed to purchase. Suddenly I felt a touch upon my shoulder, startling me. In my confusion I hadn’t heard anyone approach.
“Hi, miss,” said a girl’s voice, “May I help you?” I turned to see the girl who had been behind the counter. Her name tag said “Tammy”.
“No., yes., well maybe.,” I stammered, red faced, as the brunette’s eyes studied me closely.
“I need tampons.”
“Oh? Tampons., are these for your mother?”
“No., not really. They’re for me..”
“Oh. I’m sorry, ” Tammy said, “I didn’t realize. You don’t look, you know., developed enough to need tampons. So, you’re menstruating,” she asked as she reached for a blue box from the shelf and handed them to me.
“Well., no, not really…”
“You mean this will be your first period? You’re growing up then, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I suppose so,” I said as I took the box of Tampax tampons she handed to me.
“Here,” she continued, “you should also purchase these.” Tammy handed me a larger box labeled Kotex.
“And do you understand how to use these, miss?” Tammy seemed pleasant. Her voice wasn’t mocking or sarcastic. Maybe she simply thought I was a young girl, just large for my age. I couldn’t tell.
“No, but thank you. I believe I understand how they work,” I replied sheepishly.
I followed Tammy to the front counter. Only then did I realize I had no money. Amy was nowhere in sight. I approached Emily, who was busy conversing with another young girl who had just entered the store. With trepidation I approached her to borrow some money.
“Sure thing, Pammy dear,” she replied in a voice so loud that everyone in the front of the store could hear.
“After all, sissy boys do need their tampons, don’t they, Pamela? And look! Kotex napkins, too. Why, our little boy is all ready for his first period now, isn’t she?” All eyes turned towards me as my face blushed beet red. But I realized there was nothing I could do but accept Emily’s abuse.
“Thank you, Miss Emily,” I said as she handed me a ten dollar bill. Tammy rung up my purchase, smiling at me. As I picked up the items to leave, Tammy said, “Thank you very much, miss. Please come back the next time you need anything.”
“Don’t worry, Tammy,” Emily said, rolling her eyes, “I’m sure the sissy boy will be back once a month!” Emily quickly walked out as I hurried along after her, clutching my purse and the bag containing my tampons and napkins.
Amy was waiting in the car. She apologized to me, an act of kindness which touched me deeply, saying she couldn’t stay inside to witness such a pathetic scene. She appeared to be miffed with Emily.
“Hey, don’t get snotty with me,” Emily said as the car pulled into the street.
“You’re not siding with the sissy, are you?”
“Emily, don’t! Amanda said we must treat him like a female.”
“Well, Amy, Pamela may not be a man, but he’s not female, either,” Emily stated with finality, “He’s just a sissy-boy pantywaist.” When we arrived at the motel I quickly retreated to my room and collapsed on the bed. I was unable to control my emotions. Was it because of the female hormones? I began to weep.
Sara and Amanda entered. Sara sat onto the bed, her body touching mine as I lay, still crying.
“Pamela,” said Amanda.
“Yes, mommy,” I replied.
“We all thought you made a beautiful baby girl. Really. Would you like to remain a baby girl, Pamela? I can arrange it for you.” Amanda said as Sara gently caressed my neck and shoulders.
“No, please no.”
“Well, would you like to be a little girl? You look very pretty in a party dress, Pamela.”
“No, please mommy, no.”
“Then would you prefer to be a pre-teen, as you are now. That way, you could still help us around the motel, and also play with your dolls and such.”
“No, mommy, I don’t want that either.”
“Well, Pamela, tell me,” Amanda said sternly, “just what do you want?”
“Please, mommy, could I go back to, you know, being a., woman?”
“Explain yourself. What exactly are you asking?”
“Please, mistress, allow me to return to being a woman again, like I was until this weekend. Please don’t force me to be a little girl. It’s too humiliating. You can’t imagine! Even prison would be better.” I broke down crying again, as Sara comforted me, softly telling me not to cry, that things would be OK.
“Stop your crying, sissy,” Amanda shouted, “or I’ll call the police right now. So tell me, Pamela, why do you want to be a woman?”
“Please,” I said through my sobs, “If I can have breasts, female breasts, and can dress like a grown woman, people maybe won’t ridicule me. Maybe I can fit in. I’ll try so hard to fit in as a female. And I’ll work for you as a maid. I promise. Please.”
“What do you think, Sara? Should the little girl be allowed to grow up?”
“I think so, Mandy. I realize what Michael did was wrong, even evil. But still, to make a young man wear a little girl’s party dress and play with dolls, in full view of everyone., well, I can just imagine what Pamela’s going through. Then to have his diaper changed by two teenaged girls, right in front of all of us, well, if Pamela were a real man, he’d probably kill himself rather than do such things. Yes, Mandy, let him try to be a young lady again. I’ll help her adjust to womanhood. She can work as a maid – she’s a good maid, you know – and maybe in a month or two she’ll have been punished enough and can be allowed to leave as a man. Or as a woman.”
“OK,” Amanda said after a few moments of thought, “starting tomorrow you are a woman again. So act like a woman, or else!” Amanda left the room.
I remained silent, still lying on the bed with Sara sitting beside me. I was ashamed of my weakness. What did beautiful Sara think of me now? How could she ever consider me a man? How could she love me?
“Now, now, Pamela,” Sara said softly as she ran her fingers gently through my hair, “relax a bit. This weekend has stressed you out. Things will be better, you’ll see. You may come to enjoy being a woman. Now get some sleep, girl, you’ve got to work tomorrow.”
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Seventeen.
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