This choice: Jackson (He's Locked Out) • Go Back... "I forgot my keys," Jackson said, looking into the window. "Can you let me in?"
"I suppose," I replied, and unlocked the door.
As Jackson came in, he looked me up and down. He was long since used to seeing me like this. "Hey, Kels," he said. "What's shaking?"
"It's just a dreary day," I sighed. "I decided to curl up with a bowl of popcorn and a Lifetime movie marathon."
"Oh." He looked at my spot on the couch. "Want to make it a girls' day?"
I sighed. "Get your things, and meet me in my room."
Jackson took off like a shot.
It wasn't the same for Jackson as it was for me. Oh, sure, he occasionally left the house as his female alter ego; and, once or twice, he had kissed one of his best friends when he was a girl; but it wasn't about exploring his gender identity. He was fine being Jackson, for the most part; but he also liked hanging out with me, whether I was Jeremy or Kelsey. And he had learned that, when I was in a mood like I was in today, I didn't want to hang out with any boys. But then, since I had the way to take care of that, he knew how to get around that. And so, for a few years now, I have occasionally had a younger sister, named Annie.
Not long after I went into my room, Jackson knocked on my door, and I let him in. He was wearing a bathrobe (I could tell he was naked underneath it), and carrying a pair of yoga pants, a sweatshirt, and a bra and panties. I placed the medallion on my dresser, and said, "Whenever you're ready."
He picked up the medallion; then, as he'd done so many times over the years, he touched it to the yoga pants.
It was every bit as amazing to watch Jackson changing as it was to experience it firsthand. His whole body flowed from one form to the other, from male to female. He got a little shorter; he slimmed down, apart from certain areas; his breasts took shape; his hair grew out. In less than a minute, Jackson was gone, and Annie stood in front of me.
The change complete, Annie took off the bathrobe. It was nothing to us; I had lost count of how many times we had seen each other naked, both as boys and girls.
As Annie got dressed, it occurred to me how the medallion had brought the two of us closer. We had always gotten along; but, when we were sisters, we talked about what was going on in our lives, in ways that guys don't talk about, even with each other. Whether it was Annie's first kiss, or the times when I was scared I might be pregnant, we were there for each other.
Once Annie was all dressed, the Stewart sisters went back downstairs, to binge on stories of women in danger.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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