Girls Lie Too

Girls Lie Too
by Barbara Lynn Terry

Get up, David. There's a policeman at the door, and he says he needs to speak with you."

"Huh," I said sleepily, wondering why mother was waking me up.

"There's a policeman at the door, and he needs to talk to you."

"Why does he want to talk to me?"

"He wouldn't tell me, he just said he needs to speak with you."

My name is David, I am fourteen years old. I have below shoulder length light brown hair, sky blue eyes, and I am five foot, four inches tall. I couldn't figure out why the police wanted to talk to me, but I got out of bed, and got dressed in a kind of hurry. I brushed my hair, and put on a little mascara. I went downstairs to see why a policeman wanted to talk to me.

I went to the door, and he was standing just inside of it. "Hello officer, my name is David."

"David, somebody made a complaint against you for forced sexual activity. We want to know where you were last night between seven and nine o'clock."

"I was at my friend's house. I had to call my mother to come and pick me up."

"Where does this friend live?"

I gave him the address, and his phone number. The officer said he would be back to talk to me again, and I was not to leave the house until he did come back. I couldn't believe what he had said. What exactly did forced sexual activity mean? Well today was Saturday and I didn't have any plans anyway. So I went back upstairs and got a clean set of clothes out of my drawer. Today I decided against my lavender panties, because something told me it would not be a very good idea.

I went in the bathroom and took a shower, using mother's lavender perfumed soap. I used her lavender shampoo and her lavender conditioner. I made sure I washed my hair twice, and conditioned it twice. After I had rinsed off, and got dressed, I went down to get breakfast.

"David, what did you and Tommy do last night?"

"We played video games in his room until I called you. Then we sat in his living room and waited for you."

"Did you two go out at any time when you were there?"

"No mother. We just went to his room and played video games."

"All right, I will check that with Tommy's mother. I don't think there is anything to worry about. I hope."

"There shouldn't be mother, because all we did was play video games."

Just before lunch, the officer came back to the house. This time he had a lady with him.

"Hi David, this is Michelle, she is from child protective services. She is going to ask you some questions, while I talk with your mother. Is that all right?"

"Yes, that's fine."

"Good. Where can you two talk where we can't hear you?"

"In the kitchen. When the door is closed, you can't hear anyone talking in a normal voice."

"All right, Michelle, take David into the kitchen, and I will talk to his mother."

I went with the lady in to our kitchen, and we sat down at the table. She opened her case, and took out a pad of yellow paper. Then she wrote the date on it, and "discussion with David .... it is eleven thirty a.m."

"Now David, do you know a girl by the name of Sandra, that is in your class at school?"

"Yes I do."

"Okay, have you ever wanted to go steady with her, or have sex with her?"

"No ma'am."

"David, you are a normal, fourteen year old boy. Are you telling me that you have never dreamed of what it would be like to have sex with a girl?"

"No ma'am."

"But why?"

"Because ma'am, I'm transgendered, and my doctor says that I will be taking hormones until I'm eighteen, then we can go and I can have my surgeries completed. Sandra is a nice girl, what does she have to do with this?"

"She said you, well how can I put this, that you were in her bedroom last night between seven and nine o'clock, and that you made her, well, I guess there is no easy way to say this. She said you made her suck your penis."

My mouth opened wide, and I could feel the color go out of my cheeks. I couldn't believe that Sandra would say something like that. Especially about me, I had thought we were friends. But I guess not.

"Did I say something wrong, David?"

"I...I...I'm just...how could she say something like that? If I wanted sex with anyone it would be with a boy, not a girl. I mean I like girls as friends, but not for sex. That...that...it just isn't possible."

"I notice that you use perfumed soap. I like that lavender scent. Tell you what we will do. I will talk to your doctor, and I will talk to Tommy. We haven't had that chance yet. If we find that she is lying about you, she will be the one in trouble. David, I am glad that you were candid with me about your gender identity. That will be a very important part of my investigation."

"Why would she say something like that? I mean, true I'm not an angel, but I'm not, what I mean is, I don't go around forcing anything on anybody. If they don't like me for who I am, just say so, and I'll leave. It's as simple as that."

"Well David, to be honest with you, there are people in this world who would do anything to hurt a person like you. See, many believe that your gender identity is a choice. How long have you been wanting to be a girl?"

"Not wanting to, Michelle, needing to. I first knew something was different about me when I was about three years old."

"Now it's my turn to be incredulous. Three years old, David? Are you sure about the age?"

"Yes. The reason I remember is because that's when I started to remember the things that happen to me. I remember my three year old birthday party. All the kids from my day care came to my party. Even the teachers. That was a fun birthday party. Michelle, I really get hurt inisde everytime someone calls me a good boy, or a young man. I may have a male body, but that is where anything of a boy ends. I have always done everything a girl does, and maybe even more so."

"More so, David? I don't think I understand."

"Well, I have always felt I had to try harder at being the girl I am, because people either don't, or can't see the girl in me. So I have to try harder to make them see."

"And is that why you wanted Sandra to suck your penis, David. Because you wanted to see how it felt?"

"Ewwwwwwwwwwwww, that is just sick!!!! I would never want anyone to do that to me. Never!"

"All right David, I had to be sure. You answered my questions to my satisfaction. Now officer Daniels and I are going over and talk to Tommy, and his mother. If they back up what you have told me, then Sandra has a lot of explaining to do, and could get a ticket for lying to the police. One other thing David. Do you see a therapist?"

"Yes, it is required while I am in tranistion."

"What is the name of your therapist?"

"Jennelle Williams."

"Oh, I know Jennelle. I will be talking to her too. Now she is going to say that what you talk about is confidential, but when I explain you could be in a lot of legal trouble, I'm sure she will talk to me. But know this, that whatever Jennelle tells me will be in the strictest confidence. Is it all right if I talk to her, David?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. All right, I'm done here. Have a good day and good luck in your tranistion David. The way you answered my questions, the way you sit, and the way you use your hands when you get excited, tells me that you have nothing to worry about. But we had to check this out."

"All right."

I walked her to the door, where officer Daniels was waiting for her. She said something to him, I couldn't hear, and they both left. Mother and I went back in the kitchen to talk about what just went on.

"David, why would Sandra say you did something, when you didn't? I thougth she was your friend."

"I thought so too, mother. Anyway, Michelle is going to talk to Jennelle, Tommy and his mother, to see if what I said was true. Michelle did say that Sandra could get a ticket for lying to the police."

"Yes, she can." Just then the doorbell rang, and we both went to answer it.

"Well hello, Sandra, Mr. Wietz. Please, come in."

"David, Sandra has something she wants to say to you."

I sat on the couch, looking at Sandra. "David, I'm sorry I told the police those things about you. Jimmy said if I did, then they would put you in the nuthouse, because that's where...." She trailed off.

"Go ahead and tell him," her father urged.

"Well, he said that's where all faggots belong anyway."

"Sandra, how long have you known me?"

"Since kindergarten, David."

"Yes, and in that time, have you ever known me to be confused about who I am, or what I need to do to be a complete person?"

"No."

"Then why did you listen to Jimmy? Sandra, you have to tell the police the truth. Telling me isn't going to get this thing solved. If you are afraid that Jimmy will get back at you, don't be. Because Jimmy will be the one they lock up, and not in a nuthouse either. They will put him in the reformatory." Mother made an excuse, and got up and went in the kitchen.

"Mr. Wietz, Sandra, officer Daniels and the social worker are on their way back, and I was told for you to stay here until they come."

"Yes ma'am," Sandra said looking at the floor. "I'm sorry David."

"Now I am going upstairs and get dressed like I should be. These stupid clothes are going in the bin at the second hand store."

"David, you have to go to school as a boy, unless the doctor says different."

"Mother, Jennelle and I talked about that. She said all she needs is your approval and she will send the school my pyschological profile. Then she said, it is up to you too, if I can get my name changed, then there won't be any confusion as to who I am. And things like this we can avoid."

"David, if I have the court change your name to Susan Marie Kelly, that means you will have to go to school as a girl. How do you think you would get along with the others, if you did that?"

"Except for Jimmy, I don't have any problems, and I am sure that a few of my friends will help. Won't they Sandra?"

"Huh, oh yes, David, we certainly will."

"Anyway, I will be right back down. I need to get ready to meet our company."

I went upstairs and opened my closet door. I took out my rose/powder blue skirt set. I went to my dresser and got out a pair of tan, stay up thigh high stockings, my rose panty and bra set, and laid them on the bed. Then I got my black pumps with the two inch heels. I took off these scratchy, heavy boy things, and threw them in the corner by the dresser. After I was completely naked, I looked at my legs, underarms, and chest area. I didn't need any shaving today, so I sat on my bed, and put my bra and panty set on first. Then came my rose cami that was a part of the set, and my rose half slip. I put on my powder blue blouse, and then my skirt. I put eyeliner on my lids, and mascara on my lashes. I looked in the mirror, and put my hair up in a neat pony tail. I was ready for the day.

When officer Daniels and Michelle came back to the house to talk to Sandra, I was just coming down the stairs. Officer Daniels didn't recognize me.

"Young lady, go up and tell your brother we would like to talk to him."

There were giggles from all of us, and Sandra's father even laughed under his breath.

"What? Did I say something funny?"

"Officer Daniels," my mother said pointing to me. "This is my daughter Susan Marie Kelly. Susan say hi to officer Daniels. I said and curtsied.

"It is nice to meet you Susan, I'm Michelle, a social worker with CPS. I talked to your brother earlier, but I had no idea. You look fabulous."

"Thank you, ma'am." I went to sit down smoothing my skirt under me.

"Where is David?"

Michelle stood behind me, with her hands on my shoulders, and introduced me to officer Daniels. "David doesn't exist. This is Susan, whom you thought was David. She is the young lady I was telling you about on the way over here. Which is why I am filing my report the way I am."

"Okay, that's fine with me. I just didn't know a boy," I flinched, "could look like this."

"Officer Daniels, in my work, I come across a lot of transgendered, gay and lesbian, crossdressers, and even bisexuals. These are human beings, that want nothing more than to be accepted for who they really are. I must admit when I started this job some sixteen years ago, and I met my first gay person, I was shocked. But over the years I have come to realize that they want the same things in life that we do. When I had my talk with Susan in the kitchen, I came to realize that this poor girl has had to fight every single second of every single day to be recognized for who she is. As you can see officer Daniels, there is no visible traces of a boy here, she is a girl, with a birth defect."

"Officer Daniels," my mother cut in. "I know seeing her like this is quite a shock, but her therapist seems to think that she should be Susan full time. Well, she is supposed to be anyway because of her transition, but I was worried how she would be accepted at school. So I didn't force the full time thing on her. But I guess we will now."

"All right. Now, to get down to the business at hand here. Your name is Sandra Wietz?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why did you tell us that David...erm...Susan made you do something, he...erm...she would never think of in the first place?"

"I'm sorry about that sir. Jimmy Higgins told me that if I told the police it was David, that they would put David in a nuthouse. But I guess I did wrong, huh."

"To say the least, young lady. Now, did Jimmy force you to do what you accused David...erm...Susan of?"

"Yes, sir," she said sounding saddened.

"All right. Do you know where this Jimmy lives?"

"Yes, sir." She gave officer Daniels the address, and Michelle also wrote it down on her pad.

"All right, Michelle do you have anything further?"

"No. I would just like to tell Susan good luck, and welcome to womanhood young lady." She gave me a hug, and they both left.

"Susan, when Sandra told me what she had done, and why. I told her we needed to come over here. I saw David, and then all of a sudden there was this beautiful young lady in his place. You are a beautiful young lady, Susan, and never let anyone tell you different."

"I won't sir, and thank you very much."

"For what? Complimenting a beautiful young lady. No thanks is necessary. You just do one thing for me. You be the best girl you can be."

"Yes sir, thank you." With that Sandra and her father left.



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