Dumb Bet
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Frank (Frances) is a thirteen-year-old boy who's begun to notice girls. Particularly Susie, the tomboy who lives next door. Susie is his sister's best friend. All Frank really wants is to see Susie, and maybe his sister, dress like he thinks girls should dress. You know dresses or skirts with a nice blouse that makes them feminine.
Our hero gets sucked in while harassing them about note being girlie. Susie and his sister Karen conspire to put him in his place.
Susie said. “Let’s have a contest. I’ll bet that I can do everything you do and that you can’t do everything I can do. If you win, I’ll wear whatever you say for a whole week and fix my hair all girlie. I’ll even let you go first.”
:It is the perfect length. A full and complete conclusion that is not over-concluded or full of ten minutes of walking around pointlessly. I found this story to be cute and loving and I have gained experience points in Adogable!"
"This was a wonderful, sweet, heartwarming story. 'Only a fool bets on a sure thing.' -- Robert Heinlein."
“What if I lose?” Frank wanted to know.
“Well then,” she grinned, “you’ll have to wear whatever I say all week.”
Frank seeks a caveat; it has to be something they actually do, not the dumb old "girls can have babies" or anything like that.
Frank's mother intervenes and limits them to ten tries each and sets herself up as judge as to whether the second person has met the challenge. It was a sure thing. What with boys being stronger, braver and smarter than girls it would be easy to come up with something Susie can't do with ten tries.
It was a dumb bet as Frank's father pointed out after the fact when he said, "Let this be a lesson to you. Never take a bet on someone else’s game. They probably know something you don’t, which means they’ll win hands down.”
"As I am setting out in the world, my Daddy says to me "One of these days in your travels, you will meet a guy who shows you a brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken. Then this guy offers to bet you that he can make the jack of spades jump out of this brand-new deck of cards and squirt cider in your ear. But, son, do not accept this bet, because as sure as you do, you will wind up with cider in you ear." Paraphrase of Sky Masterson in Guys and Dolls.
Frank finds out just how dumb the bet when Susie wins and she and Karen gleefully turn the tables on him to show him why they don't like to wear dresses.
What others are saying:
"What a sweet story, with an exceptional ending as both the boy and girl got their wish, even though it was not exactly as it was planned to be.
Fran/Frank discovered her/his self, and Karen and Susie discovered something about them selves as well. All while Christie got a new babysitter and Fran(k)'s mom and dad got a new daughter. Very, very cool indeed."
"An Excellent Story! I loved the way Fran's mother realized what was happening right away and gave Fran a chance to show the girls that being girlie/feminine doesn't have to be to an extreme (or being boyish/masculine for that matter). And Fran's acceptance of his feminine side was great. I hope we see more of them."
"A long term classic people will come back to. This was well written and had a reasonable pace. Credible and believable. Well done."
"This was a GREAT story he tried & failed at first but in the end he got his sister & her friend to dress more girly every once & a while."
"Very, very well done. I was prepared for the old, tried and true trope about a boy getting used to girl's clothes and makeup, getting a boyfriend and living the rest of his life as a her. I'm very pleased with the way you went with it and I applaud you for not the taking the road so well traveled, but striking out on the not-so-well trodden path and writing a lovely and touching story."
Patricia Allen
Far right wing Republican, fundamentalist Christian, cross-dresser, septuagenarian . I grew up in the Portland metro area. I've been a cross-dresser since age 9 and I'm happily married to the same woman for over 50 years who knows all about my cross-dressing.I write for me, as therapy. I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I do writing them.
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Dumb Bet - Patricia Allen
Dumb Bet
A Transgendered Novel
Dumb Bet
By Patricia Marie Allen
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Dumb Bet
By Patricia Marie Allen
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
The bet
Chapter 2
Paying off the bet
Chapter 3
Total defeat
Chapter 4
Mom helps me adjust
Chapter 5
Cooking lessons
Chapter 6
Not so identical twin
Chapter 7
Who else will find out
Chapter 8
Out in public
Chapter 9
Dinner with Dad’s CEO
Chapter 10
Babysitting
Chapter 11
Making it complete for Mom
Chapter 12
The last hurrah
Chapter 13
A little help playing my last card
Chapter 14
Reconciliation and a revelation
Chapter 15
One of those boys
Chapter 16
Babysitting again
Epilogue
Looking forward
About the Author
More Books
Chapter 1
The bet
I don’t know why you can’t dress like a girl. I mean, I’ve never seen you in a dress and you’ve lived next door for five years,
I told Susie, the tomboy that lived next door. She was my sister’s age, two years older than me, and I was starting to notice girls and she was one I noticed. Under her jeans (boys) and loose shirt, there was a good looking body. The only time you could tell was when she put on a swimsuit. And you should do something with your hair and maybe wear some nail polish or somethin’,
I continued.
Leave her alone Frank. She can dress however she wants. I don’t blame her. I like to wear jeans and sweatshirts too,
my sister defended.
Yeah, you’re nearly as bad a she is. You only wear dresses sometimes, when there’s some kind of special occasion. You’ve got a drawer full of nice nighties and all you ever wear to bed is flannel pajamas. The only difference between you and Susie is you polish your nails. Susie never wears dresses,
I complained.
I don’t always wear flannel pajamas.
Oh yeah; I forgot. During the summer, you wear Dad’s old T-shirt and Boxers. Real girlie. I’ll bet Susie wears that kind of thing year round.
Susie whispered something to Karen, who nodded. I’ll tell you what,
Susie said. Let’s have a contest. I’ll bet that I can do everything you do and that you can’t do everything I can do. If you win, I’ll wear whatever you say for a whole week and fix my hair all girlie. I’ll even let you go first.
What if I lose?
Well then,
she grinned, you’ll have to wear whatever I say all week.
Whatever we say… I’ll even do it too. And you’ll have to do something with the sorry mop you call hair to make it look better. I don’t know where you get off talking about Susie’s hair. At least she washes hers,
my sister Karen insisted.
We’re talking about actually ‘doing things’ not dumb stuff, like having babies or whatever.
No, it’s not like girls can have babies or anything.
I thought about it. I was pretty sure that I could find something that I could do that she couldn’t and I was really sure that I could do whatever she could do. It’s a good bet. I’m sure to see her in something really girlie.
OK, if that’s the bet, I’ll take it.
There’s just one more condition,
Susie informed me.
Oh yeah, something that put you to the advantage, I’ll bet.
No, just to keep me from being at a disadvantage.
Oh yeah, what?
"Well, if you do find something I can’t do, then I still get to see if I can find something you can’t do and if I do, we’re even and there is no winner.
Ahh…
That’s fair,
my mother said.
I didn’t even know she had heard our bet. Yet there she was standing in the patio door. I looked at her wanting to argue that the first person to find something the other couldn’t do should win, but then we’d have to take turns and being first was to my advantage. I might just be able to tire her out enough that she couldn’t do the whatever it was she thought that I couldn’t do.
Mom must have seen my indecision, because she continued, You have to give her the chance to get even.
OK,
I said, knowing that even if I wanted to, Mom wouldn’t let me not agree.
OK, now I’ll add some conditions. If I think it’s too dangerous, you don’t get to do it, and I’m the judge of whether or not the second person has actually met the challenge or if it was a fair challenge. Since we don’t want this competition to go on into the night, you’ll each be limited to ten things to challenge the other, so make it good.
Fine by me,
I said, figuring she was my Mom and she’d be on my side. I mean, Mom wore dresses often and always looked girlie, even when she wore pants. Ten would be enough to find something Susie couldn’t do.
Works for me,
Susie agreed.
Let the games begin,
my Dad said from behind Mom.
Where did he come from?
Mom and Dad came out and sat on the patio furniture while I tried to think up just how to go about this. I didn’t want to go right to the good stuff. I wanted to do some things that would tire her out before I got to the good stuff. But… maybe, just maybe I could get lucky and do something she just didn’t have the skill to do.
My first challenge was to do a handstand and walk on my hands. I took about twenty steps. I tucked out of the handstand, stood up and smiled at Susie. She surprised me by bending over and popping right up into a handstand and walking the same distance I had and tucked out with possibly more grace than me. When she popped up, her loose shirt bunched up around her shoulders exposing her T-shirt. Mom gave me a look like she was unhappy, but I couldn’t figure out why.
My next challenge was what had been a break dance move two decades earlier; I saw it in some ninja movie. I ran over to the garage and took two steps up the side and flipped over to land on my feet. If she can do this, I hope she doesn’t know how to do any other ninja stuff. Susie didn’t even hesitate, took her run and did the flip with ease.
This isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. Time to see how brave she is.
I went to our fir tree, ducked under the branches and started to climb. Susie didn’t even wait for me to get through. She ducked in and climbed right behind me. When I got near the top, I poked my head outside the branches and continued to climb until I was holding onto the very top of the tree. Susie poked her head out and climbed up to match me just around the tree and grinned at me. I grinned back. She can’t know what I’m going to do next. I was sure this would get her. I jumped up, so my feet were outside the tree as well and turned loose, sliding down the outside of the tree. Imagine my surprise when I hadn’t even reached the ground and she copied my move.
I ran to the swing in the oak tree, jumped on and swung up as high as I could and bailed out with a back flip. Susie ran and caught the swing before it stopped, hopped in and followed suit. I can’t believe it; she hasn’t even hesitated once. Time to think of some good things to do.
I ran to the gazebo. Once inside, climbed the railing walked the circumference. When I jumped down, Susie jumped down right behind me.
Come on,
she said, you gotta do better than this. This stuff is too easy. You only got five more things. If this is the best you got, you might as well forfeit right now, ’cause I’ll win for sure.
We’ll see about that,
I said. I jumped back on the rail and then jumped out to catch a rafter. I swung back and forth a couple of times, then tucked my legs up and over rafter, ending up with my head up inside the roof, resting on my hands. Susie joined me mimicking my every move perfectly.
I swung a leg over the rafter and she did the same. Then sitting on the rafter, I put my hands between my legs, grabbing ahold; I pushed back, ending up hanging by my knees. A couple of swings upside down and I turned loose with my knees and landed on my feet. She did the same without even blinking.
Only three more,
she said. They better be good.
Three? Four! That was only the sixth one, or do I claim victory because I can count and you can’t.
The flip off the rafter was number seven. The fancy move to get up there was number six.
Uh-huh.
Let’s ask your Mom,
she said confidently.
I looked at Mom. Susie’s right,
Mom said.
I glared at Susie as I tried to think of what to do next. I should have planned this better. I need something that requires strength, bravery and skill… what?
Suddenly it hit me. Back to the swing in the oak tree. Grabbing one of the ropes, I began to climb. As I reached the