The new girl

Dorsai The new girl

My name is William Wilkins, and at the age of 15 I had an experience that wasn't just 'out in left field', but clear out of the ballpark.

Like most guys about that age, I was stuck with the trials and tribulations of puberty. Unlike most guys, I had the benefit of having grown up with a sister (Eva, which I shortened even further to just 'Eve', just a bit more than one year older than me) that I got along with pretty well. Not that we were best buddies, or anything, it was just that our folks hadn't tolerated any kind of fighting or arguments between us as we grew up; as a result, we were a lot more tolerant of each other's foibles. Not only did we play a lot of 'show me yours and I'll show you mine', but even got to be comfortable with playing 'Doctor' to a degree that I doubt our folks would have approved of. That attitude continued even after each of us started puberty, so that seeing each other only in our underwear or half-nude (or completely so when I could manage it) was no big deal of either of us; it wasn't that each of us didn't have other friends, but simply that we'd grown up that comfortable with each other. Since there were hardly any kids our ages in the immediate neighborhood, that was a good thing.

Our relationship was such that neither of us ever said anything (even to each other) about the small holes that developed that gave each of us a viewport from our respective closets into the others bedroom. I got plenty of chances to see how Eva's physical development compared to that of her friends during sleepovers, and even learned how girls masturbate; I don't doubt that Eva had much the same experiences.

That was how things worked in our house right up until a new family moved into the neighborhood in the middle of the Spring semester at school, of all things.

Naturally enough, what really got my attention about them was that there was only one kid: an attractive girl about my age. She wasn't as physically developed as my sister, but still clearly female; she had long, glossy black hair, trim legs, an ass that I immediately fell in love with, and a pretty face with slightly full lips and grey eyes. It didn't take long to learn that her name was Charlene Johnston, and that she was just a few months younger than my sister.

Eva and I were both looking forward to getting to know her, but we saw precious little of her outside of school. After several school days had passed, Sis told me that Charlene didn't seem to have been assigned to one of the mandatory physical ed classes — nobody that Sis knew had her during their period. That made Charlene something of a mystery, but since she remained aloof from everyone pretty much all the time, there wasn't a whole lot more we could learn about her, other than she got damn good grades in all her classes.

It wasn't until several weeks after school had let out that Sis finally got the chance to meet Charlene through the simple expedient of simply walking up to their door, introducing herself, and asking if Charlene would like to come over. Sis later told me that she could see that Charlene wasn't exactly thrilled at the invitation, but didn't have a polite way of declining.

The two of them didn't spend much more than a couple of hours together at first, but as the rest of the summer passed, the frequency and duration of their time together gradually increased. That continued after school started again, as well; Charlene gradually got somewhat friendlier with the other girls at school, but Eva was by far her closest friend. From the amount of time Charlene spent at our house, she and I also got to know each other better and get comfortable with each other. Sis informed me that Charlene and her parents had moved from several states away during the school year because of some unspecified event that happened at her previous school. Both of us wondered what possibly could have happened, but couldn't figure out what it might have been.

By the time it got close to Christmas, Sis and Charlene had become pretty good friends. Along the way, Eva's repeated invitations for a sleepover were declined — but each time it was with less enthusiasm, according to Sis. Shortly after New Years, Charlene agreed… but that she (Charlene) would have to talk to Sis first, and that Sis would have to promise to keep what she (Charlene) had to say as a Top Secret to never, ever be told to anyone else under any circumstances. The sole exception Charlene was willing to grant was for Sis to tell me, provided I was willing (and able, in Eva's opinion) to maintain the same degree of confidentiality.

Needless to say, both of us were wondering what the hell Charlene could have to say that even might call for that kind of demand for secrecy.

It was a couple of days before the two of them sequestered themselves in Eva's bedroom; I don't think it was any coincidence that some of Eva's stuff not only blocked the peephole I had into her room, but she had her radio turned up higher than usual so I couldn't hear anything, either.

The next evening, Sis came into my room after supper and sat on my bed while I was doing my homework. When I got to a stopping point and turned my attention to her, she pointedly told me 'Billy, you know Charlene and I talked yesterday after school. What she told me surprised the Hell out of me, and I've got to talk to somebody about it. What she said… it's really, really important that you don't say anything about it to anyone else. That means nobody, not even Mom and Dad; and not now or ever. I know you'll want to, 'cause I sure as hell do, but you can't — not even a little bit. It's not something that you absolutely have to know, so if you don't think that you can keep it to yourself completely and forever, tell me now. Until I have your word on that, I can't break my promise to Charlene. All I can tell you that it's bigger and more important that the stuff we did together when we were kids.'

From the way she was talking, I knew she meant all the times we'd looked at (and had our hands on) each other's bodies when we were younger. She wasn't one to exaggerate things, so if she said that whatever it was was bigger than that and had to explicitly tell me how private I had to keep things, I knew I had to seriously think it over before giving her an answer. I did just that for a couple of minutes before answering 'Okay, Eve. You've told me how serious it is, and how important it is that I don't tell anybody else. I'm not sure what could be that big, but you have my promise: whatever it is you want to talk to me about, nobody will ever hear about it from me.'

Even then, Eva looked into my face intently for several seconds before deciding that not only was I as serious as she was, but telling the truth about keeping whatever Charlene's secret was.

As she took a deep breath in preparation, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell it would be… and was completely unprepared to hear 'Charlene is a hermaphrodite.'

From the way she said it, I knew I was supposed to be shocked, but I really didn't know what she was telling me. Seeing the look of puzzlement I must have had on my face, Eva explained 'Charlene has both girl and boy parts.'

Unfortunately, I said the first thing that came to mind: 'Of course she does. Everybody has the same parts. Hearts, lungs, kidneys — all that stuff.'

Showing her exasperation, she acidly told me 'Not that stuff, you dummy. I'm telling you she's got girl and boy sex parts. She has a vagina like a girl, but she's also got a penis, like a guy.'

As should be expected, I spent a lot of seconds trying to get my mind around that idea — and only achieved minimal success. Thankfully, our folks had taken whatever chances they could to help us learn about new and different stuff — we made a family trip to Mexico one time, and went with them on a cruise ship in the Carribean, for example, so we'd learn about different cultures; on top of that, they took the time to explain to us about different kinds of handicaps we saw. So the problem I was having wasn't that Charlene was physically different, but how. I mean, I could kinda-sorta visualize that it was physically possible, but I just couldn't take the additional step of imagining it actually happening. All I could do, finally, was stammer 'What… how…really?'

'Yeah, really' was the answer I got. Eva went on to say 'She didn't actually take her clothes off to show me, but she did lift her dress up so I could see that there was an extra bulge in her panties. She said that she's mostly female, which is why she has tits and everything like a girl, but she also has a penis. She explained it all to me and what happened was that while she was still being made inside her mom, something went wrong; instead of growing all girl stuff like she should have, things got confused and a penis was started, instead. That's about all that's really different about her — I mean, she doesn't have testicles or make semen like a guy; she said that it's more like she has a really big clitoris, is all.