-- Written by “Irene Naridza”
John
disliked going on vacation with his aunt. But he had no choice. His parents
were both businessmen in one of the largest life insurance companies in the
country. So, they were busy most of the time. Even on normal days. They left
very early and arrived quite late to home, so their interaction with him was
almost nil.
Those
days John had a nanny who took care of him, but on vacation he spent them with Aunt
Melody and his two cousins who were older than him. This made John feel a bit
disconnected from his parents, but he was still very attached to them. He loves
them.
What
John hated about all the vacations at his aunt's house, is that she was
obsessed with femininity. Everything in her house was pretty girly, pink or
pretty girly colors. There was nothing strange in that because after all, Aunt
Melody was a woman who raised two girls. Her husband had died a couple of years
ago. She inherited his wealth, BUT something changed in her.
Aunt
Melody, for some reason did not want men in her house. Even if it was a
delivery man, he had to stay at the door. She only tolerated their presence if
they were relatives visiting for a few hours. As for John, since he had to stay
for at least two months, the treatment for him was somewhat different.
“Oh, John, dear. I see
you've arrived." Said
his aunt when she saw him with his suitcase at the door of her house. "Come in, come in. No time to lose." She
let him in and led him straight up to the second floor, into the guest room.
This one was medium but cozy, the walls were covered with pale pink paint and
drawings of butterflies and different species of birds.
"Well. As usual. We
are going to save this, because you will not need anything from what it
contains.” Said
his aunt as she hided his suitcase at the bottom of the bedroom wardrobe. He
could see for a moment how the wardrobe had several dresses of different colors
and designs hanging on racks.
"Ballet classes will
start in an hour, so take a shower, put this on and come to the classroom as
soon as possible." She
ordered while from a drawer she took out a bag with a set of clothes. “Aunt Melody…” he
said timidly. “Do I really have to do this? I'm
a boy, if I'm going to practice ballet at your academy, can I at least wear the
boys' uniform?” He asked her with
tender eyes.
"I'm sorry John. Or
should I say Jennifer. You know the rules of this house. NO BOYS for more than
a couple of hours.”
She responded in a firm voice. "Since you
stay for several days, you will have to stay as a young lady." She
continued as John sighed. "Besides. Haven't
I already told you that you look adorable as a girl?" She
pinched his cheek affectionately.
“Yes aunt, you have told
me… thanks for the compliment.” He
said to her, resigning himself to accepting his temporary role. “Oh, I almost forgot. Don't forget your honey pill." She said as she took a honey candy out of the
pocket of her dress. “Here. Even though your
voice is already high-pitched from the pills I gave you on the previous
vacation, a boost is always good.” She
said as she handed it to John, who swallow it immediately.
"Come on. Practice
saying your introduction line. I have several new students this year who would
love to meet you.” Her
aunt indicated, expectant to hear him. John waited a bit for the pill to take
effect. When he felt that it had dissolved in his throat. He searched into his
memories for the line that his aunt had indicated, when he remembered it, he
was ready to speak.
"Hello. I'm Jennifer,
I'm 11 years old. Madame Melody is my dear aunt." She said with a feminine voice. “You sound splendid, little one.” Her Aunt complimented. “Now, shower and dress up. I'll go do the same." She said before leaving the room, giving Jenifer
her privacy. Jenifer glanced at the set of clothes her aunt had left on the
pink-sheeted bed and gave another sigh. "I
guess I have no choice." She concluded to herself and set off.
She
took off her boy clothes. Which were shorts, a dark blue shirt and sports shoes
of the same color. She put them in the white laundry basket and took a shower
just as her aunt had directed. She used the pink shampoo to wash her long
blonde hair. She did it just as her aunt had taught her last year. Since those
dates she had let it grow, now it was quite long.
When
he was at school as John, he wore it in a rather masculine ponytail to avoid
bullying from his classmates. His parents didn't seem to mind. His mother gave
him tips to take care of his long hair in the short times they saw each other
and even bought him shampoo and conditioners that kept it straight and strong.
When
she finished taking a bath, she dried herself with two white flower-patterned
towels. One for the body and other for the hair. She covered herself with
another pink towel of the same design and left the bathroom. She put on her
panties, next up were white tights. She slipped her legs into them and brought
them up to her waist. Then it was the pink leotard. “This
one is a little bit bigger.” She
said, noticing the size of it. It fit perfectly to her figure.
She
put on her ballet flats. These were a beginner's pair so there was no need to
tie them. But her aunt had already taught her how. Then it was the gauze skirt.
This was very easy to put on. She just lifted it up to her hips and it clung
perfectly.
"I cannot lie. I look… cute.” She confessed while seeing her reflection in
the wardrobe mirror. She walked to the vanity next to the bed. She took a brush
and began to brush her hair. She picked it up in bunches and gave each one five
strokes with the brush. When she finished. She tied it up in a ballet bun. Her
aunt and cousins had taught her how to style it when she wore the extensions.
With her real hair, she had to be more delicate because a careless tug causes a
lot of pain.
A
jolt at the door made her jump and give a little squeak. “Hello, Jennifer. Are you there?" Said a girl
on the other side of the door. She recognized her immediately. It was Olga, one
of her cousins. "Yeah. I'm here. You scared
me." She said as she got up
from the vanity and opened the door. Her aunt had left it locked so that no one
would enter while she was changing or much worse, while she was bathing.
"Here you are." Olga
screeched. Who already had her ballet outfit on, it was one identical to
Jenifer's. "It's nice to see you, I haven't
seen you for a long time." She
said to her while she was still hugging her. "Um,
Olga. We go to the same school.” Jenifer
answered, a little suffocated by her strong hug. "For
all I know, I go to the same school as John, not Jenifer." Replied her cousin as she released her.
“It is always a complete joy to see you. Jennifer. I wish we could see
each other more often.” She
said as she held her shoulders. "And I wish
it could be John more often when I'm here." Jenifer responded as she took a deep breath,
recovering from the hug. “You already are all
the time when you're not here. Why not change air? If at the end of the day, you
are nice being Jenifer.” Olga
said with a smile.
“You may be right about that, but I really wish I could be John.
Although. If it's Aunt Melody's house. I have no choice but to follow her
rules." she
concluded. "Of course. You know how my mother
has been since my father died. It was very hard for her." Olga said in a gloomy tone. “This is a way to recover, it is somewhat rare. But,
after all, it is a way that seems to work. She is no longer as negative as at
the beginning.” she added.
“The summer ballet academy was another way to deal with our loss. It was
her way of occupying her mind. And it hasn't been bad at all. You know it by
first hand. You have learned ballet quite well with my mother's
instruction." Olga
commented winking at Jenifer.
"Of course. Your mother is a good teacher." She responded happily. "Of course. As she is a math teacher at our school.
She maintains her teaching abilities."
Aunt Melody, despite the fact that they seem quite opposite sciences, she
managed to master both numbers and dance. Both were her hobbies since she was a
child, which led her to perform quite a lot experience in both to the point she
could even teach others about them.
"Well. Let’s go or we will be late. Don't you want my mother to
scold us?" Olga
said as she took Jenifer by the hand and they began to walk. "Of course not." The guest responded. They went downstairs and
across the yard to the fence that divided the property from the back of the venue
where Aunt Melody had her summer ballet academy. On the other side was another
pretty backyard.
Olga
put on the coat she had taken before leaving the house. "What's happen? Are you cold?" Jennifer asked. "No.
It's to make me look better. As there are new students. I want them to see me
stunning from day one.” Olga
explained. "As far as I know, that's called
vanity." Jennifer said, not
scolding her, but in a friendly tone.
“Women are vain. You should learn a little about that Jenifer. You know,
because here you must be one.” Olga
replied. "Don't know. Vanity is
negative." Jennifer said.
They were already quite close to the ballet venue. They could already hear
classical violin music. “It is if you let it be
the most important thing. But not if you have it in moderation." Olga said imitating the wise tone of her mother
when she gave her classes.
"It will be fun. I assure." Those words were enough to convince Jenifer. "OK. But after the ballet classes.” She agreed. “Yay,
this is exciting. You will see that you will like it.” She gave her another hug. Olga was very excited
to have her cousin to play with and do girly things. She already had her sister
Erica to do it. But it was always good to have one more in the group.
They
both entered the classroom and found all of her mother's students chatting with
each other while they waited a few minutes for the class to start. There was
also Erica. Who was helping her mother to put the last details in order for the
class. Then she saw Jennifer from a distance and could not hide her joy. "Hi Jennifer. Nice to see you." She saluted squealing. Jennifer returned the
gesture in a more discreet and calm manner.
Olga
and Jennifer chatted about school things for the few remaining minutes, being
careful not to blurt out details that would reveal Jennifer's true identity.
When did it start. Aunt Melody made everyone sit on the pink mats. She called
each one by their name and asked them to introduce themselves to the class.
They
all obey. When it was Jennifer's turn. She got up and said her line, and she
wasn't even supposed to say a memorized dialogue. She said according to what
she knew about herself. “Hello, my name is
Jennifer. I'm 11. I like ballet. And Madame Melody is my aunt." That
statement surprised the other girls.
“For those who are new. Jennifer is my dear niece.” Melody exclaimed. “Olga and Erica are my beloved daughters. But don't let that confuse you. I will instruct and qualify all of you with the same measuring rod. I have no preference with anyone and I’m strict with all of you equally.” She clarified herself to everyone present.
"(This
will be another long summer)" Jennifer
thought to herself. While she began to do the warm-up exercises as indicated by
her aunt. She gave ballet classes to both beginners and advanced. Today's class
was for advanced. She normally took an achievement test to determine what grade
the students were in. Then she recommended to the parents some level in her
courses.
As this
was already the second time she was on vacation with her aunt Melody. She
already had a somewhat advanced level. Her skills weren't beyond amateurish,
but still. She had quite an elegance way to move. She kept practicing the basic
exercises in her house when she was alone for not disappoint her aunt. Jennifer
did not dislike ballet. She saw more than one way to take advantage of it, but
she wanted to keep it a secret.
THE END
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