All You Need Is Love

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All You Need Is Love
by Barbara Lynn Terry

Stacie was in his room, studying for the exam he had in English class tomorrow. His mother and father were downstairs, and his sister Aileen was in her room talking to her friends on twitter. Stacie was fourteen years old, with long, past the shoulder, blonde hair, an oval face, eyeleashes to die for, and a thin frame of a body, if you go by guy standards. Aileen just turned twelve, and she was almost as tall as Stacie. Her chestnut hair was to her mid back, and she always teased Stacie that he was too pretty to be a boy. Stacie had had enough of the teasing though. He figured if she wants to tease him, he will make sure her teasings backfire, this time.

As Stacie was studying, he was wearing a cream colored dress, with a scoop neckline, a back zipper and the dress came to mid thigh. The lingerie was the same color as the dress, but the panties had lots of lace around the waist and the leg openings. The slip had lace across the top and the hem, and the bra was very lacy and the cups were satin lined. He had on tan nylon, stay up stockings, and cream pumps with two inch heels.

He was waiting for the call to come down for dinner. He didn't have long to wait. His mother called the children down, and as Aileen passed his door, she teased him again.

"Come on, sis, dinner's ready."

He got up, made sure his dress was smooth and there were no runs in his stockings. He went down the stairs and in to the dining room.

"What the sam hell!" His father yelled.

"Honey, why are you wearing a dress?"

"I told you he was too pretty to be a boy."

"Aileen, it is not nice to tease your brother."

"My brother! He looks like my sister."

"Young man," his father said sternly, "you go upstairs this instant and put on some decent clothes."

"I'm sorry father, if this dress embarrasses you, but from now on, Aileen and the boys will not be teasing me. They want to call me a girl, then I will dress like the girl they call me. You see, father, I have given this a lot of thought. If my twelve year old sister can see how pretty I am without a dress, think how much prettier I am with a dress. No, father, the teasing has gotten so bad both from Aileen here at home and from all the boys at school. I will make you a deal, father, I can either be your oldest daughter, or I can just go by myself and do whatever I think is proper to put a stop to the pain I feel everyday when these boys and Aileen tease me."

"Honey," his mother looked worried. "You aren't thinking about taking your own life, are you?"

"I don't know, mother, but it would be preferable to the pain I feel every day."

"Honey, we are a family, and there is nothing we can't work out. I know your father isn't going to say yes about this. But is this what you really want?"

"Mother, Aileen is twelve years old, and she is almost as tall as me. I am fourteen, five foot three, and if I grow any more, maybe I will be another inch or two. But I will never bulk out like the boys at school, and I can never hope to be a big he man hit with the girls like dad was when you were dating him. Mother, I have to make a stand."

"Doris, are you going to take the boy's side? This is perversion, and I will not have it in my house."

"Well, Robert, Stacie does look pretty, and I have to agree. He has to make a stand at some time in his life, and why not now. Now is as good a time as any, for him to make his stand. To be who he wants to be, and he has the right to live the life he wants to live also. While this may be your house Robert, this is not a communist regime, a fascist regime, or a dictatorship."

"I guess I lost my appetite. I'll get something at O'Henry's."

O'Henry's Pub was just in the next block. Dad went there on occasion to laugh and joke with his friends. But tonight, mom had warning bells going off in her head. As soon as dad was out of the house, mom took us upstairs, and packed our suitcases. She packed two for her, and made sure that we took our computers. We got down to the garage and put everything in the trunk and back seat. There was a little room left for one of us, and Aileen took that. After we were belted in, mom drove us to our aunt Neecie's. Aunt Neecie's real first name was Necedah, but she only used that on official looking papers. Aunt Neecie lived three counties away from where we were. Since the car was in mom's name, she had a right to take it. Dad wasn't allowed to drive legally because his license was revoked. He was going to hit the roof when finds us gone. As mom drove along, she talked to me.

"Honey, is this what you really want? I mean, do you think you would like living as a girl full time?"

"It is better than being teased that I am a girl. If I dressed and acted like a girl, then they couldn't call me a girl, because that is what I would be. I mean, I know I don't the insides that "normal" girls have, but I can still be a girl. Can't I?"

"Of course you can, dear. You can be anyone, any sex, any profession that you want to be."

"Mom, may I say something?"

"Yes, Aileen, you may."

"Stacie, I'm sorry for all of the teasings. I was just having some fun, I didn't know that I was hurting you. If you're going to be my sister, is it alright if I call you sis?"

"Yes, sis, you may call me sis. Forever."

"Pinky swear?"

"Pinky swear."

"Alright girls, since our dinner was interrupted by your rude father, I say we stop and get something to eat. What does everyone want?"

"IHOP," Aileen shouted.

"IHOP," I said, agreeing with Aileen.

"Then IHOP it is. Do you kids have your phones out?"

"Yes, mother," Aileen said, in mock indignation.

"Aileen, look up IHOP on the net and see where the closest one is to us. I say we are just about to Beaver Dam."

"Mom, it says there is one in Oshkosh at 1400 Koeller street."

"Right, let's go then."

She drove us to the IHOP in Oshkosh, and we all just ate from the one salad. The waitress let us have three small bowls so we could dish ours up without double dipping in the big bowl. After a nice dinner of a grilled chicken salad, we sat there talking about our options.

"Listen kids, your father showed me a side of him I have never seen before. What would you say if tomorrow I see a lawyer about divorcing your father?"

"Mom, if he gets angry at seeing me dressed like this, then what else does he get angry at? What does he tell his friends about us at O'Henry's? I for one think it would be a good idea if he wasn't anywhere near us."

"I have to agree, sis. When he yelled at you, he scared me. It was a good thing I didn't have a fork in my mouth at the time, because I jumped."

"Well then, tomorrow I will see a lawyer. I can call in to my secretary and tell her what has happened. I will also ask the lawyer to file for a restraining order against him. If he comes near us he can be put in jail for contempt of court for violating that order. So, are we done?"

"I'm not only full, I'm stuffed."

"Me too, sis."

Mom got the rest to go, and we got back in the car. We were heading towards aunt Neecie's in the country just between Oshkosh and Neenah, in Outagamie county.. Aunt Neecie had a nice house. A two story frame house with five bedrooms, surrounded by a beautiful garden. In the summer when we went there, Aileen and I would help her with the weeding, the sprinkling, and the plant food. Oh yes, aunt Neecie made sure that her pride and joy flowers and plants were fed. It was only another fifteen minutes for us to get to aunt Neecie's. She came out of the house, when she saw us drive up.

"Hey sis, you know it isn't quite summer yet."

"I know, Neecie, but we had a little trouble with Robert this evening."

"Well, let's get your things in the house. Where's Stacie, and who is this pretty young girl?"

"Neecie, meet your niece Stacie Ann."

"Oh my gosh! This is Stacie! Oh my gosh, child, you are very pretty. All that beauty is wasted on a boy, you know. Anyway, let's get you all settled, and then we can sit down to some milk and cookies and talk about it."

We got everything from the car, and aunt Neecie took us to our rooms. She asked Aileen and I if we wanted separate rooms, or was it alright if we shared a room. She said there was nice room at the top of the stairs, that was just right for two young girls like us.

We looked at each other, and Aileen got a very evil, mischievious smile on her face. "Well, what do you think, sis? Share, or no share."

"Well, what does everybody else think? I'm still a boy under these clothes."

"Yes, dear, but you are also my oldest daughter. Aileen is going to need someone to talk to when she is feeling the need, and I can't think of anyone better than her older sister."

"If I say share, sis, promise you won't play any of your famous tricks on me."

With one hand behind her back and fingers crossed, she said, "no tricks, sis."

"You can uncross your fingers, sis. I know you." She giggled before she gave me a big sisterly hug.

"Sis, please share a room with me. We can actually talk real girl talk now, too."

"Oh, alright, I guess. Besides sisters have to stick together."

"Alright, girls, get your things put away, then come downstairs and aunt Neecie will have the milk and cookies ready."

"Yes, mother," we both said together.

The room aunt Neecie let us use, actually had two closets in it. The room was pretty. It has lavender walls, with lavender curtains on the windows, and there were two twin beds. We put our clothes away, and then we put the boxes with our computers by our beds. We went downstairs.

As we sat in the living room, aunt Neecie looked a little worried. "Now tell me sis, what was the trouble you had with Robert?"

"Well, it was right around dinner time, and I called the girls down to dinner. Stacie came down wearing what you see her in now. Robert hit the roof, and yelled at Stacie to go right back to her room and put on some decent clothes. When I defended Stacie that she had a right to wear what she wanted and be who she wanted to be, he called her a pervert, and stormed off to O'Henry's. I'm afraid that it is over, Neecie. He not only scared me, he scared the girls too. I have never seen him like that."

"Well, I don't see anything wrong with what Stacie is wearing. We are going to have to transfer Stacie and Aileen to school here, but Neenah is just as bad as Robert is. I will tell you what I will do. There are a few private girls schools around, and maybe we can get the girls in to one of them. That would mean, ladies, that you would have to wear a school uniform."

"As long as daddy can't come near us, I don't care if they go naked at that school." We all giggled at Aileen's indignant statement.

"Well, I will see what we can do. I will call the cable company tomorrow also, and get the girls computers online. So Stacie, tell me. What made you dress like this to begin with?"

"It was all the teasing from Aileen, who apologized, and from the boys at school. All this teasing started to hurt and made me feel sad. Then about two months ago, I took a good look at myself in the mirror. I looked at my hair, my body, my face, and even my voice for fourteen is still high. There is not one minute hint of my voice getting any lower. The boys at school are way taller than me. I'm a whole five foot, three inches tall. I started saving my allowance money, and was buying skirts, slips, training bras, I actually had a sales lady fit me for one. I bought panties, stockings, dresses, blouses and other tops. When I had a complete outfit, I stayed in my room, and made sure I took a nice bubble bath. Mom and Aileen probably thought one or the other was in there.

"After I was clean, I wrapped a nice terry cloth towel around me, starting just above the breast line, and went to my room. I made sure nobody was in the hallway. When I got to my room, I got dressed in my first outfit, and then looked at myself in the mirror from all angles. I smiled, I frowned, I pouted, but no matter what face expression I made, I still looked like a girl. So, I figured, alright, I will wait for my chance. Then tonight, I took that chance and went down to dinner in this outift."

"Oh, you poor child. Well, there will be no teasing here. You are a girl for all intents and purposes in this house, and I for one will love having two nieces here. Stacie did you know that when your mother named you, she had already written the name of her child down on a piece of paper? When the nurse asked what your name was going to be, and your mother said Stacie Ann O'Connell, the nurse didn't even bat an eyelash. By the way, I have seen your birth certificate, and your mother never had it corrected. What is says is that you were born alive on the fourteenth day of August, nineteen hundred and ninety six. The sex on your birth certificate says female. We were able to get you out of gym class because your mother said that you had a bad back, and my doctor even confirmed that. So you have a medical report that says because of your bad back, gym class is to be avoided, or the child could end up paralyzed. We did that, so that there wouldn't be any reason for them to question what was on your birth certificate. Do you understand that we did that for your own good?"

"Yes, aunt Neecie. Did father know about what it said on my birth certificate?"

"Oh my gosh, no! If he did, Stacie, he would have really hit the roof, and made me have it corrected. I guess the reason I named you what I did, and didn't argue about the sex was because I always wanted a daughter. But when Aileen was born, I had forgotten all about your birth certificate, and you were just Stacie. No, your father certainly has not known about that, all these years."

"Stacie Ann O'Connell. It has a nice ring to it."

"That's my girl, but you haven't had one of my prized cookies, young lady," aunt Neecie said, looking at me with narrowing eyes. I giggled.

After we had a cookie and a glass of milk, we all sat around talking about girl things. I was now one of the girls, and that is alright by me, because I never will be a real he man. If I am a girl, I won't have to worry about being rejected for dates by any of girls, and my feelings won't be hurt.

I went over by mom, who said I was a girl even when I was born. "Mom, I love you," and I gave her a hug.

"I love you too, dear. All you need is love."

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All you need is love, but

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Estrogen would be a bonus. ;)

Anyways, that was a really sweet story. ^_^

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Giggles.

I agree but that is coming. I really don't know if I will continue this little story or not, I have quite a few already started that I need to finish.

"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."

Love & hugs,
Barbara

"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."

"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."

Love & hugs,
Barbara

"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."

"too pretty to be a boy"

an interesting solution to that problem. It is fascinating that the nurse "didn't bat an eyelash" which suggests that Stacie may be inter-sexed.

"Treat everyone you meet as though they had a sign on them that said "Fragile, under construction"

dorothycolleen

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All You Need Is Love

OK, why in the HELL did Stacie's parents let the teasing continue? His\her mom is just as guilty as the dad . To me, neither are worthy to be parents.

    Stanman
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May Your Light Forever Shine

If "all you need is love" ...

... how come nobody loves Dad? It's the main thing about this story that shakes my suspension of disbelief - how easily he's cast aside, and for so little reason. Maybe there is family history you aren't showing us, but if there is, we need to see it, or the events of the story don't seem to follow.

SPOILERS BELOW

When Stacie comes down to dinner in a dress, Dad is naturally shocked, so he yells. After his initial exclamation, he utters three sentences after being taken by surprise by Stacie's dressing. There's not a hint of a violent response – he doesn't shout, or raise a fist. After his first exclamation, he doesn't even raise his voice. He just speaks "sternly." And when he sees his words have no weight with anyone there, he retreats to the pub where he goes "on occasion to laugh and joke with his friends," rather than continue a confrontation in what is supposedly "his house."

He doesn't sound particularly violent, abusive, or dictatorial, and he seems quite capable of keeping a firm grip on his temper. And yet as soon as he's out the door, his wife is running for the hills with both children and talking divorce. To quote Jubal Early, the psychotic bounty hunter and part-time would-be sage from Joss Whedon's Firefly, "does that seem right to you?"

Mom's initial response after Stacie's revelation seems right. "Honey, we are a family, and there is nothing we can't work out." But the next sentence out of her mouth makes the first sentence a lie: "I know your father isn't going to say yes about this." Why not work with the man a little? You'd think she'd want to talk this out with the man she's been married to for at least fourteen years, and try to get him to see sense. She must have loved him once. Isn't that worth a little effort?

Instead, her words indicate that she believes him to be totally inflexible, which makes no sense at all after only three sentences and a shocked exclamation. After all, as far as Dad knows thirty seconds into the situation, this is a response to being teased about looking like a girl, which is no sane reason for a person to change their gender identification. Stacie never really gives us any other reason to want to be a girl, other than that he looks like one and he's teased for it. Oh, and now he won't have to deal with "being rejected for dates by any of girls (sic)," sparing himself hurt feelings. Maybe with some consideration and some thoughtful conversation between Mom and Dad, they could bring Stacie to someone to talk about what's bothering him. He could get past the pain of the teasing and thoughts of suicide and talk about what he truly wants, instead of instituting a gender change because it's convenient.

When Dad comes home to find his family gone, I think he's more likely to cry than get angry. After all, if "all you need is love," it's gotta hurt when the people you thought loved you abandon you after one argument at the dinner table. On the other hand, he's probably better off without them. It's pretty clear they don't really love him at all. And that's sad.

Randa

Well I guess I have to continue this story.

Or was it Abraham Lincoln who said, "You can only please some of the people some of the time, but you cannot please all of the people all of the time." It really irks me when people have to put their own personal twist on what I write. I think I should post a blog about how I write my stories. I really don't care who thinks what any more, but just to put the record straight, I will continue this story. Not that it needs it, because everything is explained in detail.

"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."

Love & hugs,
Barbara

"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."

"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."

Love & hugs,
Barbara

"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."

It's not my "personal twist" ...

... as evidenced by other comments. I'm just pointing out that everything is not "explained in detail," and you need to add more info about the kind of man Dad is if you want folks to see him as a threat. The way it's written, Dad comes off as an ineffectual blip on a radar screen, surprised by Stacie's clothing and then tossed aside the minute the front door shuts behind him. If there are hints, they're very subtle. He has a revoked driver's license, but that doesn't scream drunken abuser -- especially since the pub he frequents with all his friends is only walking distance away. No one describes him as being violent in the past, and he wasn't violent at the dinner table, so we have no evidence to make us believe he's going to come home from the pub wielding a chainsaw and spouting obscenities. Heck, even Stacie's Mom tells Neecie, "I have never seen him like that."

All I'm saying is that right now, Dad comes off as a victim instead of a villain. If you want him to be a demon disguised as a husband and father, you've got to paint him that way with words so everyone else can see. Otherwise, the real heroes of your story, Stacie and his Mom and sister, come off looking shallow for treating a reasonable man like dirt.

*hugs*

Randa

Could be worse...

Is Robert really as bad as he was made out to be? We already have antagonists in the bullies at school. What if (for Randalynn, sorry for hijacking your storyline :P )...

Robert sat quietly, nursing his beer over the next hour or so. Having looked inside, he realised Stacie did look female, but was still trying to come to terms with it. Fininshing his beer and deciding on a course of action, he walked the 6 blocks to the local "everything" store and picked up a card and flowers for his wife and some treats for the kids, hoping Stacie liked the same things as Aileen. Stopping at the coffee shop in the store, he picked up a coffee and filled out the card, apologizing for his actions and asking for patience and help understanding; in return, he promised to try to refrain from making disparging remarks toward Stacie. Robert finished his coffee and started the long walk home, somewhat more sober but definitely in better spirits.

Doris glanced at her cellphone's incoming call and noticed it was St John's Hospital back home. Wondering why they would be calling her, she answered with a hesitant, "Hello?"
"Yes, this is St John's Hospital. Is there a Doris O'Connell there?"
"This is she," Doris answered, wondering what was going on.
"We are trying to locate Robert O'Connell's next of kin, since he was in a pedestrian accident, and need some paoerwork signed."
"He what?!?! Oh my God, is he all right? Do I need to bring anything?" she wailed into the phone.
"Well, ma'am, I can't divulge such information over the phone, but if you are his wife, you should come right away."
"I am on my way right now!" she said as he grabbed her coat and purse, hanging up as she rushed out the door after telling Neecie what happened.

Really a great start though :) Keep going please?
Huigs
Diana

ps Randalynn, you are correct about the mistreatment of "Dad" as I am guilty of that in the past as well.

That darned boy...

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...sure stirred up a hornets nest. The much maligned father is being castigated because of his shocked reaction caused by seeing his only son in a dress.

Granted his nasty comments were a bit harsh but he did depart from the situation promptly. Perhaps he may have considered this was the best course of action before he said or did something he would later regret.

I get the impression Stacie is taking an easy way out from the social problems he encounters from his peers and has decided he can not live up to the stereotypical expectancies of boyhood.

Their has been no outright mention of gender dysphoria or transgenderism, only a practical solution which Stacie thinks is the answer to his/her dilema.

I'm sure as the story unfolds you will have the reader fast lose sympathy with the father and allow Stacie to delve deeper within to come to terms with which is his/her's true gender.
There seems to be more to be told in this story,please continue.

Unless there was a history

Unless there was a history of problems between the mother and father, I feel he was abused and trashed by the mother in the fact she packed up the two girls, herself, and took off to places unknown. The Dad, it would seem to me, simply left the house to calm down and become rational in his feelings. Stacie surprised him and he was immediately taken back by his son dressing as a girl. If he has a chance to ponder what his son told him and the Mom, he might begin to fully understand what is going on in his son's life.

This is a very fast paced story which may explain some of the ..

comments seen here. But then not all stories need be slow, deliberate, step by step *Russian novels*... like I seem to be stuck writing. Ask Itinerant.

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I think Barbara left us a clue in the brief lines about the father going to the bar and that his driver's license was revoked. That and the mother's internal *warning bells going off* suggests that sometime(s) in the past when he's drinking, probably when he left home angry, he had/has been violent. It must have been long ago that the kids had no memory and that she had forgiven him.

The revoked license implies a conviction for drunk driving in the recent past or conviction for reckless driving, leaving the scene of an accident, arguing with a police officer or so on. It seems obvious the wife has reasons to fear him under these circumstances. That she talks about filing for divorce and a restraining order so soon after fleeing with her children implies she nearly did so in the past but backed off. Or so I gathered from my reading of the story.

I liked the overall tale as it stands but as a reader I still have some key questions, Barbara. Obviously no story can answer all questions and it good to leave something to the imagination of the reader but IMHO we are missing one or more key pieces of info. As a reader I want to know the motivations of important characters, IE the whys behind what they think and do. We are lacking important back story or it was mentioned but somehow many of us missed it.

I am happy you intend to write more of this one. Perhaps our confusion will be cleared up in it. Ultimately it's your baby so do with it as you will. That a number of us asked so many questions and commented shows you have generated strong interest in your tale. I hope our feedback helps you.

As grating as even I sometimes find it to be, I still treasure reader comments as they often find things I've missed. I am glad to hear you intend to get back to some other stories of yours as well.

I look forward to more of your work. By the way if I seemed at all critical it is because you have the same first name as The Evil BlondeTM, AKA my younger sister. Naturally I am inclined to see you as a mortal enemy or possibly the antichrist.

-- snicker --

John in Wauwatosa

P.S. Go Pack Go!

John in Wauwatosa

Thank you, John

John's points actually made me understand the story better. I was confused, I admit, that Dad was so quickly indicated as an undesirable. To a casual glance he appeared to be authoritative but not outright dangerious to those around him. In this, I agree to Randalynn. John, however, made it clearer for me.

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Thanks, though mind you I don't know the authors mind/intentions

Also in real life people sometimes lie for good or for ill or choose to forget unpleasant things. So in a real world kind of story as this one appears to me then the characters in it are likely to be similarly flawed/misinformed like real people. Thus the possible importance of a couple lines I missed the first read though. I quote.

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"Listen kids, your father showed me a side of him I have never seen before. What would you say if tomorrow I see a lawyer about divorcing your father?"
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I my mind as a reader several questions now arise. Given this and the other clues Barbara has provided I wonder, is this his first *blow-up* and thus the mom's actions are possibly extreme and unwarranted. Or is she keeping things back from her kids or choosing to *forget* some long ago incident. IE Why suddenly talk about divorce, it seems out of place, or is it? Something had to give her a reason to do this and at his time.

You sure have us guessing Barbara. I wonder if any of our guesses are close to the *truth*?

John in Wauwatosa

John in Wauwatosa

speaking from personal experience

in Missouri, you can lose a license for numerous reasons, such as driving without insurance (don't give the money and bill with a stamped addressed envelope to a blonde to get a money order and send it off). Also, too many points for moving violations will get you revoked (leadfoot syndrome -I was at 11 points and got the letter when I was 19). Just sayin'. :P

Hugs
Diana

Five feet three!!

Five feet three at fourteen, wouldn't I have just loved to have been any where near that tall at fourteen. As for growing only another couple of inches, well he hasn't even reached puberty and benefitted from the pubescent growth spurt, when kids, as any parent is only too painfully aware, suddenly shoot skywards and cost a fortune in new clothes and shoes. I would suggest that he will grow an awful lot more than just a couple of inches. However, despite this and the "problems" with the father, mentioned in previous comments, this story is interesting enough to want to read more. I do apologise if I may have seemed overly critical, but I really would like see where this story is going, so please continue,
Love and cuddles,
Janice Elizabeth

Good gravy!

This is a great story, I am commenting like it was real :P Please write more :)

Hugs
Diana

This is Barbara's story

ALISON

' and I for one,wish to see her tell it as she sees fit.If for some reason you don't like the story,you can always write your own.
Meanwhile,the story belongs to Barbara,no one else!!!!

ALISON

Rush to judgement

A drivers license may be suspended or revoked for any number of reasons that, while they would indicate a personal failing on the part of the person, do not indicate a moral failing. Other than that, it would appear that the mother is adopting a "one strike and you're out" policy. How many of us can stand up to such scrutiny?

Then there are the motives for changing gender. I'm afraid Stacie is trading one form of bullying for a much more severe one, and it doesn't sound as if he has really thought out all the ramifications. Of course he hasn't, he is just FOURTEEN! His mother's judgment is much more suspect. Her past failings (the whole birth certificate subplot) do not meet her own standards for behavior, and her current actions display a startling lack of mature judgment.

"Wishing will make it so" only works in fairytales. A story grounded in the real world should be able to meet real world standards. Instead of 'show me the money', it's 'show me the details'.

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