I nowrealized that there had been a few years, at least in this dimension oruniverse or existence, or whatever this was, that the girls outnumberedthe... boys in this house. At least until Harry had been born."Mom," I mock complained. "I'm only 15. There are still years until thathappens." Maybe," she said. "But it feels like it was just yesterday that Ichanged your diaper for the first time, or took you to ballet class.Before we know it I'll be dropping you off at a dorm and then crying allthe. They didn't care. They pushed theircrotches out into the world proudly. They chatted with the girls andlaughed with masculine grandness. I looked down at my own crotch and withhorror I realized that the difference was noticeable! I was filled withfear, shame, and oddly, envy. Imagine, me, a male, having penis envy. Inmy mind, I had no penis!As I stood there exuding my sissiness, I wondered how many women noticed.I have seen girls checking out men's crotches before. Had they checked outmine? Did. “I thought you were amazing when you moved in…I want us to be like sisters.” I forced my smile. How could I tell her I wanted to be more than sisters? It hurt to know that she thought what we had shared was a mistake, but I knew that she needed to believe it.“I want to be sisters too, and share secrets and have our own little language. And we can go out tomorrow night and find cute guys and they’ll fall madly in love with the two of us because we’re obviously the best looking girls on campus!”. "You're going to make me cry," I said aloud after he had let me go. Thatgot another round of chuckles, and as I looked around the room it seemedlike I was generally going to be accepted. Only a couple of the youngerboys and Uncle Steven seemed to feel otherwise, judging by their faces.Alright, everybody," Aunt Judy said, breaking the silence that had fallenafter Dad's speech. "This is a party, so start having fun!"That seemed to break the tension, and everyone seemed to return to whatthey were.