Chapter 56: The Alpha and the Girl Scout.

Dinner was a very tense situation as Jorge/Daisy sat across from Rachel, as ordered by Grandmother. Not a word was said between them, not even for passing various condiments or food items. They did not eat much either. Rachel forced herself to eat of the vegetables and stewed beef and rice dinner. Jorge barely ate a third of what was on her plate. Grandmother sat in the set between them and kept ordering them to eat more.

Rachel finishes drinking her water before getting out of her seat and walk upstairs. Though Grandmother calls to her, she does not care to listen. Grandmother then looks over to Jorge, reminding him/her of her anger though she is trying to make peace between them. 

In her room, Rachel was finally able to get out of her clothes, taking off the bathing suit that she wore  all day. Being able to be back in a t-shirt and panties was comforting in the least. She also takes to a pair of shorts to put on, putting the day’s clothes into a laundry bag. Though there were just a few items, Rachel takes the bag to the door to take to the basement washing machine later. The one thing she did not want is for Jorge to follow her to the basement, where the washing machines are.

Not hearing a sound, she decided to open the door and look out before dragging the laundry bag out into the hall.  Lifting it over her shoulder, she takes the lightly filled bag of clothing to the basement. But along the way, she steps around the first floor landing of the stairs, turning to the dining area. There Grandmother is with Jorge, being told that his/her responsibilities would be, as would the consequences of not living up to those responsibilities. Interrupted by her presence,  they look at her.

[Conversation is translated from Spanish unless otherwise stated.]

“Where are you going?”, Grandmother asks.

“To wash a few clothes.”, Rachel answers.

“That’s a light load.”, Grandmother comments.

“Its my bathing suit, pool towel, some t-shirts, shorts and a skirt. They need cleaning and freshening up.”, Rachel explains, leaving out the cum-stained panties in her explanation.

“Don’t waste too much water then.”, Grandmother tells her.

Rachel does not answer, continuing down into the kitchen’s entrance of the basement. Once down the next set of stairs, she enters one of the side rooms where the washing machines were. 

Setting the machine for a medium load, she loads in each item one at a time, unfolding them and pre-treating them as needed with the liquid laundry soap. The panties needed a bit of rubbing the soap into the cotton crotch panel before putting it into the machine. More detergent, bleach and fabric softener were added to their respective dispensers. Powdered soap was put in next, before the door was closed and the machine begins its washing cycles. She leans back against the folding counter on the opposite side of the room as she waits for the machine to do its thing.

A bit more than a half hour passes before the machines comes to a stop, allowing her to open its cover and remove the clothing inside before tossing them into the dryer. She carefully inspects the panties, finding them nearly perfectly clean from cum or anything else. It takes another thirty minutes for the dryer to dry her clothing items. But not before Grandmother comes downstairs to speak with her with an unusual request.

“Almost done?”, Grandmother asks.

“Just drying them.”, Rachel answers.

“I need you to do me a favor.”, Grandmother requests.

“If its for Jorge, then no.”, Rachel tells her.

“It is for her. But I’m not accepting ‘No.’ as an answer.”, Grandmother tells her in kind.

“So why don’t you take what that fucking bastard needs.”, Rachel tells her.

Holding back from smacking her, Grandmother crosses her arms and stares her down, “Women are better than that. They do as their elders need of them, and they do for the best of the family and the community at large. So you’re a woman or a stupid little girl...” She waits for a reply but gets none. She continues, “Jorge... Jorgina Daisy as the rest of the world will know her, needs a few things: A couple of panties, t-shirts, bras, sox and an old pair of sneakers for just for tomorrow. Maybe summer shirt and skirt or shorts. Both you and her are the same size. I’ll buy her new clothing to wear while all of you get checked by Dr. Leary and you’ll get your stuff back. I’ll wash them myself to return them to you when she gets her new things.”

“Then why don’t you just take them.”, Rachel almost hisses at her elder.

“I told you – we are better than that. And for the good of the family, I need to ask. Taking from you would be stealing and I don’t steal from my children like their and your mother would do. Are you willing to give them for her? ”, Grandmother says and then asks.

Rachel just sighs. Then she stares at the machine, watching its count down timer tick away. “Where is she?”, she then asks.

“Waiting for me in the dining area.”, Grandmother answers.

“I’ll give her something.”, Rachel tells her before leaving the room. She goes up the stairs of both floors to her room. In a couple of minutes, Rachel finds an unopened three-pack of panties and a matching girl’s t-shirts. She then takes another look and finds a pair of sox. She looks for the girliest polo shirt, a pink one, and one of her black short skirts to bring down. She stacks them up neatly on top of each other before taking them down to Jorge and Grandmother.

Once at the kitchen, Rachel puts the pile of clothes on the table in front of Jorge before going back down stairs quickly. Grandmother looks over the clothes once over, and goes back down stairs to Rachel. She was there as before leaning against the folding table, looking at the clothes tumbling inside the dryer.

“Why are you giving her new things?”, Grandmother asks.

“Jorge can keep them. You can get me the new ones to replace them.”, Rachel tells her.

“What about the other things?”, Grandmother asks.

“What other things?”, Rachel asks in turn.

“The bras and old sneakers.”, Grandmother answers.

“I don’t have any bras for one. And I only have one pair of sneakers. I‘m not giving them up.”, Rachel answers in turn.

“Bras I have upstairs, I have not given them to you yet.”, Grandmother begins to say.

“Then give him a set to go with the panties.”, Rachel interrupts her.

“Remember what I told you about being better than those around you.”, Grandmother tells her before walking away. Rachel does not look at her walk away.

The dryer spins for another couple of minutes before another voice interrupts her peaceful solitude.

[Conversations return to English]

“Thank you.”, a tiny voice breaks the peace. Rachel turns to see Jorge at the entrance of the room.

“Grandmother was going to take them if I did not given them for you.”, Rachel tells him.

“Well... uhm... I’m sorry.”, Jorge tells her.

“Sorry for what?!!”, Rachel explodes on her, “Sorry for raping me and not you having to face being a girl? Is that what you’re sorry about?!! Or are you sorry that you have to take my clothes because you have none of your own?!! Sorry about calling me a hoe, for threatening to rape me for so long and finally getting to do the deed?!! You’re not sorry for anything, except for being turned into a girl!!!”

Jorge was stands there, what left of her little world shattered into smaller pieces. She tries to hold in her emotions but finds it difficult that her female brain not cooperating as she hoped his former male brain did. Tears begin to flow out and run down her cheeks, as she tries not to cry. Instead her flight-or-flight reflexes kicks in, forcing her to run away from the scene to continue her sobbing in the privacy of her room.

After a minute Grandmother comes out of hiding from within the stairwell, having heard everything. She stands by the laundry room doorway with her arms crossed under her breasts.

[Conversation is translated from Spanish unless otherwise stated.]

“Why you had to do that for?”, Grandmother asks angrily.

“Did what?”,  Rachel asks.

“Tell her off like you just did.”, Grandmother tells her.

“She needs to be told off. She needs to be made known of what she did to me, and that there is nothing in the world that she can do to make it up to me. Not now, not ever.”, Rachel tells her.

“You two have a long road ahead, and I don’t care how it is that you two get there but you two will get there.”, Grandmother tells her, adding, “I put the bras that I left you on your desk. See if they fit properly, although I doubt you will have a problem with them.” After a few seconds of silence Grandmother leaves.

Rachel tries not to let what had happened bother her, but her emotions are stirred up like an angered bee hive. Watching the dryer spin through its cycles brings her down to a controllable level.

The machine stops spinning after  a few more minutes.  She sighs before opening the door to the dryer and reaches inside, feeling the items inside for their dryness. Satisfied with the results she takes each item to the folding table and folds them up neatly. With all her clothes washed and dried back in the laundry bag, she goes back into her room and puts them away until needed.

The bras that Grandmother mentioned were not where she said it would be. Rather, they were on Fernando’s desk, and she had over looked them as she passed by his desk when entering the room with the laundry bag of clean clothes. Taking his seat, she sits down and opens one of the pack of three bras. Nothing special about them, just a set of white cotton training bras in her size. She stretches the elastic band between her fingers a bit to check on their tightness and minimal stretch ability. She them gathers them up and puts them in her dresser drawer. 

It was still early, slightly before 7:30PM. It was also a bit hotter in the room for her comfort. She makes a quick adjustment to the room’s thermostat and then takes off her shorts and t-shirt. The clothing items are folded up and put into the room’s table. She turns off the room lights before going to their bed and sits on his bunk, looking him over for a moment and thinking. The light of the day still shone, glowing against the shades and curtains of the room’s windows, giving her light to see.

Thinking that Grandmother would come into the room to check up on them, she climbs up to the upper bunk which was her bed. Taking the thin blanket to wrap herself in, Rachel lies on her side Looking outward about the room. Sleep was difficult, despite being physically, mentally and emotionally tired. It was not for a couple of hours that sleep decided to embrace her.

Hearing the other doors close in the house, Rachel decides to climb back down to Fernando’s bed and crawl into the blankets with him.

End of Chapter 56