My Sister Ivy Part 6

My Sister Ivy Part 6

Leaning against her bedroom door frame, Ivy tilts her head as I approach. She gleefully grins as I make eye contact with her.

“You ok...?” she asks curiously, ushering me into her room.

Adrenaline still rushing through my veins, I open my eyes wide and nod. “I….think so.”

As I amble into her room, Ivy shuts the door behind me.

“You seem a little flustered Jordan,” Ivy says, standing at the closed door. “How do you feel now mom and dad have seen you dressed as a girl?”

Perching myself onto the edge of Ivy’s bed, I stare down at my bare legs in my dress and let out a long breath. Rubbing my soft thigh with one hand, I look up at Ivy to see her smiling down at me.

“I’m not really sure,” I admit, subconsciously reacting to her smile with a grin.

Bouncing with excitement on the spot, Ivy claps her hands together. “Now you’re not worried about it anymore—it’s going to make it so much easier on us to do so many more outfits and looks! I’m so excited!”

“I wouldn’t say I’m not worried anymore, Ivy,” I reply with a shake of my head.

Rushing to sit next to me on the edge of her bed, Ivy pushes her side against mine and leans towards me.

“Is it dad?” Ivy cheekily questions, desperate to find out. “What did he want to talk to you about!?”

“Oh erm….,” I mutter, scratching the side of my head. “He said he doesn’t want me to be one of the girls. He’s worried about being outnumbered in the house.”

Ivy moves slightly back and gives me a concerned but curious look. “Huh?”

“That’s what he said,” I answer, looking away bashfully. “It’s made me feel kinda bad that I’d be letting him down if I do this too often. I’m still a little scared he’s not happy with me.”

Quick to get to her feet, Ivy irritably paces around her room as I watch.

I’m not so sure why she’s getting so upset. She should be happy he didn’t get angry and disown me or something. I’m very happy he didn’t do that!

“What's wrong?” I ask as she begins to nervously bite her nails.

Ivy stops on the spot and with a fingernail still in her mouth, she looks down at me. “Does that worry you?”

“Does what worry me?”

“You said he told you he doesn’t want you to be one of the girls. You just said that makes you feel bad! You should let that make you feel bad or scared!”

Rubbing my leg I look into Ivy’s frantic-looking expression and start to wonder what the correct response is.

“I mean,” I mumble, looking away from her. “I don’t want to be a letdown. I want dad to be proud of me.”

“No Jordan!” Ivy screeches, rushing to sit beside me once more. “You can’t hide away from the true you just because you want to please our father!”

My eyes wide open to Ivy’s uncharacteristic rash behavior, I slowly turn to look at the desperation on her face. Does she really think I should be a girl?

A moment of awkward silence passes as she waits for me to answer her. However, I don’t say a word as my thoughts and feelings swirl in my mind.

Am I a girl trapped in a boy's body? Would dad be upset if I was?

I just don’t know. I like being pretty and wearing pretty things, but do I want that all the time?

“Jordan!” Ivy blurts in frustration. “Don’t let dad scare you from becoming the sister I’ve always wanted and known you are!”

Flinching away from her outburst, I nervously shuffle away from her as she leans closer. I still don’t know how to answer.

She doesn’t understand at all! This is not clear-cut black and white! I’m not unhappy with my male body. Being a boy doesn’t upset me.

So what is it I want!? Am I scared of dad and holding myself back?

Reaching my wig, I grab at the edges and slowly peal it from my head. As the long strands of blonde hair tickle my face, I feel the cold sweat underneath.

“I think I need to take all this off now Ivy,” I say softly, passing the wig back to her. “It’s been a really long day and I think I need to rest.”

Gently taking the wig from my hands, she stares down at it for a second.

“How did it feel?” she asks tenderly.

“The wig?”

“No,” Ivy replies, getting to her feet to gently hang the blonde wig off a hook attached to her wall. “How did it feel to be seen as a girl?

Itching at my sweaty and messy hair, I give her a smile as she looks back at me. “Amazing! Like a dream come true!”

Expecting her to be pleased, I’m left confused as she frowns and puts her hands on her hips.

“Don’t you dare let something dad said stop you from transitioning Jordan!” She demands, tapping her foot. “I’m going to be SO upset with you if after today you let the REAL you go back into hiding!”

Mumbling nervously for a moment, I’m unable to reply properly as her expectant look burns straight through to my soul.

“C-can y-you,” I stutter, pointing at her vanity desk and the makeup remover sitting on it. “Can you help me take this makeup off, please?”

“Jordan!” she huffs, snatching at several makeup wipes. “You’re not listening to me.”

What is she expecting from me!? Why has she become so demanding all of a sudden! Is she worried I’m not going to dress for her anymore or something!?

“I am listening!” I complain, reaching to take the makeup remover wipes from her hands. “Stop pressuring me, Ivy.”

Rudely moving her hand away before I can take them, she shakes her head.

“I’m only pressuring you Jordan,” she scoffs. “Because I’ve seen, first hand, the wide and big smiles on your face! I’ve never seen you like that before! Like you’ve been a completely different person today!”

“It has been fun Ivy!” I honestly reply, pointing at the wipes. “Just give me those wipes already. I’m tired and hungry.”

“No,” she counters, moving her hand away further. “I think you should leave it on and come down dressed as the real you and make it clear to dad that this is you now.”

“Ivy…..!” I moan in frustration. “I don’t want to. Please don’t make this a big deal. You’ve gotta understand that today has been MASSIVE for me. This morning no one knew I liked dressing like a girl and now the entire family and those boys have seen me in a dress!”

“Exactly!” Ivy squeaks, reaching up for the wig hanging. “I can see you’re ready to be a girl now. Be the real you Jordan, please! Don’t go back to being the boy Jordan!”

I shake my head franticly as she unhooks the wig. “No Ivy.”

“I’m not asking you to wear that dress for the rest of the night Jordan,” She answers, holding the wig out toward me. “Take that costume off and we can find you a cute little outfit to borrow from my stuff.”

“Ivy!” I repeat, shaking my head again. “That’s so sweet of you to offer, but I need a break.”

“Where’s that confidence gone!?” Ivy questions sternly, placing the wig back on the hook. “Dad has to get over it!”

Standing, I impatiently reach for the makeup wipes in her hand and snatch them. Bringing one to my face, I hear Ivy huff as I wipe at my lips.

“I am thankful Ivy,” I say in reaction, looking down at the makeup smeared all over the wipe. “I do feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I’ve never felt closer to you either.”

“I don’t understand then why you’re giving in,” Ivy replies, folding her arms. “You want this right? You want to be a girl! I can see the confidence it gives you!”

Wiping my eyes, I don’t answer her. I’m not even sure how to answer that. I do like being seen as a girl but does that mean I should transition?

Nah, that’s silly. Just because I’ve enjoyed being Alice, doesn't mean I should turn my life upside down.

I pass her the used wipes and she reluctantly takes them from me. As she tosses them in the bin, I take more from the vanity desk and look into the mirror.

Removing the remaining makeup from my face, Ivy opens a drawer and starts rummaging through it. After a second she pulls something from the draw and holds it out towards me.

“Here,” she says as I turn to see her holding out a blister pack of pills toward me. “I don’t want to pressure you Jordan, but you should take these.”

I take the small blister pack and I instantly note the pale pink color. I immediately start to wonder what they are for and why she’s giving them to me. “What are these?”

I see the cogs turning in her mind as she doesn’t instantly answer me.

“Confidence,” she answers, clearly unsure.

“Confidence?” I question, giving her a curious look. “What do they do?”

“F-for your skin. They help make your skin softer. Give you confidence.”

“My skin?” I questions, studying the almost blank packaging. “Don’t things like this usually come in a box? Where’s the rest of them?”

“Must have lost it,” Ivy quickly replies, giving me a smirk. “I’d say take one a day and it should help with your skin.”

“Why do I need help with my skin?” I ask, touching my smooth-feeling face.

“It’s the makeup,” Ivy instantly answers, pointing at my face. “Now you’re going to be wearing makeup more, you need to take these pills. They will ensure your skin doesn’t get all spotty and stuff. All the girls take them.”

“Oh right,” I say with a wide smile. “Thanks. I deffo don’t wanna be spotty!”

Ivy shuffles on the spot. “No, absolutely not! Make sure you take them.”