Danny, an androgynous…boy?

The day arrived that Danny was going to move in. He had his own car and would be arriving that evening. Amy made sure his room was ready. It was nicely set up so he wouldn’t have to bring much with him. Just some clothes, personal effects and anything he wanted to make the room feel homely.

When the doorbell rang, Amy jumped up and pulled Peter out of his chair. He opened the door to see an androgynous boy with long messy brown hair. He had on a baggy band T-shirt and skinny jeans. The eyeliner he was wearing and black nail varnish did nothing but accentuate his lack of masculinity. If he hadn’t known that Danny was a boy he would have had a hard time guessing. “Hi Danny, good to see you again. It’s been so long I wouldn’t have recognised you,” said Peter warmly.

“Hi uncle Peter, thanks for letting me move in.” Even his voice wasn’t definitely male or female.

“Oh my god, you call him uncle, that is so adorable. Can you call me auntie?” asked Amy, eagerly.

Danny looked at Amy and gave her a brief appraising look and smiled at what he saw. “Sure thing, auntie Amy.”

Amy pulled Danny into a hug and the short boy found himself pressed into her bosom but he seemed to like it and hugged her back with matched enthusiasm. Amy seemed to be delighted to have another huf=gger in the house and gave him an extra squeeze.

“Come in, are you tired? Do you want a drink or shall I show you your room?” she excitedly asked.

“Can I see my room first?”

“Sure. Darling, can you get Danny’s stuff out of the car please?” asked Amy but she didn’t listen for confirmation and just started pulling Danny upstairs.

“You are really pretty,” said Danny, admiring the shape of Amy’s bottom as he followed it up the steps.

“That’s a great start. I am very prone to flattery,” Amy giggled. “It’s just here. The bathroom is just the other side. You have your own toilet and a shower.”

“I don’t suppose you have a bath I could use sometimes?”

“Of course, sweetie. The main bathroom is next to our room. You can use it whenever you like, apart from when I’m in it that is.”

“Aww, that’s a shame. That would have been the best time,” Danny joked.

“You are terrible,” Amy giggled while batting him.

Just then Peter came clomping up the stairs with several heavy bags. “Make way,” he shouted and barged past them to put the bags in the room.”

“Wow, thanks uncle Peter. You must be really strong. I struggled with just one.”

Peter blushed a little being unused to compliments. “I make a point of taking regular exercise. A little weight training is a part of it.”

“It shows. Not many guys of your age are as trim as you,” said Danny, sweetly.

“Well, er, thank you,” said Peter and quickly headed out to the car again.

“He doesn't like compliments as much as I do,” said Amy, conspiratorially. “If you want to use it we have a mini gym downstairs.”

“That sounds great, auntie Amy”

Amy finished showing Danny around while Peter brought up the last of his stuff remarking on how much there was.

They sat in the kitchen together while Danny talked about what he was studying and looking forward to. That night, in bed, Peter and Amy found themselves talking about him.

“He’s very outgoing,” said Peter

“Isn’t he? I thought he was going to be all emo and moody when I saw him but he’s a proper little flirt.”

“With me too.”

“I think he’s just trying to butter us up,” said Amy. “I bet he’s going to be a little handful. A party animal.”

“Well, as long as he isn’t too disrespectful I can put up with a bit of mischief. The poor lad has been denied the propper university experience being made to live with us.”

“A lot of students these days stay at home. It’s so expensive. If anything I think he might have it better than some because he has a cool auntie to help him out.”

There were a few days before the first week of university which was always traditionally a week of partying. Danny kept himself to himself apart from meal times when he made a point of helping out.

On the Friday of that first week, he came downstairs with a backpack on and said to Amy, “I’m going out for the rest of the day. I have a hair appointment.”

“Ooh, are you having much done?”

“Maybe. I was thinking of getting it dyed,” he said as he headed out.

That evening, shortly after Peter had got home, Danny pulled into the drive. Amy and Peter were both in the kitchen when Danny walked in. “Have you eaten or do you want me to make you something?” called Amy from the stove.

“Good lord…” said Peter suddenly making Amy turn around.

“What is… Danny? Is that you?”

“Ta-da,” said Danny sheepishly.

Amy and Peter stood agape at the attractive young woman who had walked in. She had had her hair dyed black and feathered. Her makeup was heavy on the eyeliner but otherwise pretty cute. She was in a white shirt and tartan pleated skirt that was accompanied by thigh-high socks and numerous bangles and straps. It was still Danny but he hadn't been masculine to begin with. With the trappings of feminine dress and makeup, he was indistinguishable from a girl, his flat chest being only a slight giveaway. “This is me,” he stated.

There was a great deal of reaction, especially from Amy who started bombarding him with so many questions that he couldn’t answer. It took Peter to calm her down and insist that they sit down to talk about it calmly.

They sat around the kitchen table and Peter said, “Why don’t you start by telling us about it?”

Danny looked nervous which seemed out of character. He took a breath and began to speak. “It’s something I have been wanting to do for some time. Years in fact. I thought I might be trans but I never had dysphoria. I know I’m a boy and I’m okay with that but at the same time, I was obsessed with feminine things and the idea of being girly. University was supposed to be my chance to get away from my parents and reinvent myself but then I found out I was going to have to live with you guys but I had put so much work in that I decided to just do it anyway and hope you’d understand.”

Amy started gushing words of support but Peter held a hand up to stop her. “Amy is right, we are not going to judge you but I’d like to know more. Are you attracted to men?”

“Yes, and women. I like both.”

“And you said you had been planning for some time? I’d like to understand what you have been doing. I’m not judging but this is very new to me. I’d like to know more.”

Danny nodded. “Well, I grew my hair out. My parents didn't like it but they put up with it. It was then I knew I didn’t want to do this while I was still at home. I had my weekend job so I saved up to buy clothes and to get hair removal treatments. I practised changing my voice and changing my mannerisms. I think they became a bit of a habit because my dad called me out on it. It caused a bit of an argument but I think he ended up accepting that I’m just not a masculine guy.

“That’s pretty much it. I plan to go to university as a girl and, if it’s okay, I would like you to refer to me as one. Also, would you mind not telling my parents until I tell them?”

Amy was about to start up again but Peter stopped her. Peter knew that she would blindly support him, comfort him and gush about how brave she was but Peter wanted to address him man to man, as ironic as that was.

“Danny. When you moved in here I decided that, within reason, I would allow you to have as much freedom as I could as long as it didn’t become disrespectful to Amy and I. Listening to what you have said doesn't change that. If that is something you feel you need to do then I respect your wishes as an adult to live your life in whatever way you wish. It is not my place to tell your parents anything you do not wish me to. That is between you and them. If you wish to be referred to as a girl and to live as a girl then I see no reason not to respect your polite request. I agreed to host my friend's child, it makes no difference to me if that child is a son or a daughter. You are still just as welcome.”

Danni blushed and looked down. “Thanks, uncle Peter. Can I give you a hug?”

“I am fine with that,” smiled Peter as he stood up.

Danni dashed towards Peter and wrapped his arms tightly around his middle, pressing her face into his chest. Peter glanced over at Amy whose eyes were wide and her lip was wobbling. She dived into the hug, embracing them both before bursting into tears and the flood of comfort and admiration poured out of her no longer stoppable even by Peter.

That night she was all over Peter. “I can’t believe how cool you were. I was worried for a moment but then I fell in love with you all over again. That speech was so cool. My husband is so cool. I’m so happy we can support her together.”

Peter quietly accepted her praise and affection but his mind was elsewhere. There had been a moment after the hug as he watched Amy fussing over Danni, stroking her hair and repeatedly hugging her, that he had seen nothing but two beautiful women. For a moment his crotch had stirred. It had passed quickly but he couldn’t help wondering what about that situation had made it happen.

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