Jasper's POV:

I was in my room reading a book with my door open when my world flipped upside down. I heard the love of my life shouting at the top of her lungs that I had a vagina and that she was planning on sticking her dick in it on our wedding night. Maybe she did not say it like that, but it sure came across that way.

And I did not even have a vagina! I had no idea what Alice was talking about, but just that she had accused me of having one and had announced to the world what she wanted to do to me was bad enough and I started crying; I just could not help myself. I loved her more than anything, but when she treats me this way, sometimes I wonder if she loves me the same way. I would do anything for her and all she had to do was ask. If she really wanted to use her penis on me, then I probably would let her, but not until we grew up, because I was only eleven.

I had lived with Edward long enough to know what two boys did together and I had seen plenty of gay couples to be comfortable with the idea. I was still too young to have put much thought into it, but it never really bother me that Alice was biological male. But even if I would be willing to do that with Alice someday, that in no way gave her the right to tell the whole world now! I was so embarrassed that she had told everyone that I just could not keep myself from sobbing.

And when Russell and Emmett came in and asked what was wrong, I could not even bring myself to repeat what Alice had said. I was still bawling when my aunt came upstairs and said she was taking us to see my uncle at the hospital. She was really mad at Alice, so I assumed it was so that Carlisle could punish her, while I would probably end up in therapy, again.

I hate therapy. Dr. Flynn always wants to talk about how I am feeling. I wish I could just show her how I feel like I do Alice. I try not to use my gift with anyone else, because it is bad enough that the whole family knows that Alice is a psychic, but with my emotional seepage, we really are a couple of freaks. I guess we are just made for each other like that.

But despite how much I hated telling Dr. Flynn how I was feeling, I was feeling so horrible that I thought she might actually make me feel better for once, so I went with my aunt willingly. And I was correct in that the first thing my aunt did was drop Alice off with my uncle for a lecture. The second thing she did was to drop me off with Dr. Flynn. I choked out a very brief description of what Alice said in between sobs and then spent the next hour listening to Dr. Flynn try to tell me it would be alright as I continued to cry. I was doing so much crying that she did not even expect answers or responses to her questions, so the session went better than usual.

I almost believed Dr. Flynn that no one would think any less of me because of what Alice had said. She knew how Alice lived in the future and talked about us having sex even though we had not even kissed on the lips yet. She assured me that everyone would realize that Alice was talking future tense and no one would think I was a slut for sleeping with her even though I was only eleven.

Dr. Flynn told me that I had nothing to worry about and that everything would be alright for another half an hour before my uncle came for me. I had thought this would mean he was done yelling at Alice and my aunt was ready to take me home. But instead he said, "Esme already took Alice home. I scheduled an MRI in Port Angeles just so that we can have some pretty pictures of your insides to show Alice to prove that you don't have a vagina. How does that sound?"

"Can't you just look?" I asked holding back my sobs.

"Well I already have looked. I even showed Alice the pictures in your file: I'm sorry about that by the way. But she was very insistent that that isn't how you look in her visions. And we never have done all of the usual tests on you because you have always been so healthy. Your blood work did not even confirm Guevedoche, although that's not really conclusive, because false negatives are very common. So I think we might as well do the MRI now," he answered.

I nodded my head and followed him to the car. What could an MRI hurt? I had no way of knowing at the time that the answer would be everything. That one MRI would ruin my entire life. That one test could change my life so completely and change my gender from a boy to a girl. Uncle Carlisle always said that we were whichever sex we wanted to be and I have never felt more grateful for this fact than when he showed me the results of my MRI. He showed me how there were two ovaries, two fallopian tubes, a uterus, and one vagina inside of me. And I was shocked.

We were in an exam room in the hospital in Port Angeles, so he asked me to take off my pants and underwear and get on the exam table for him. I was so shocked that I was numb and I do not even remember undressing. I do remember him telling me I had a fused labia. And I wish I did not remember the part about the estrogen cream treatment.

"Why do we have to expose it? Why can't we just leave it?" I asked calmer than I felt and running out of tears.

"Well there are a number of reasons. The fused labia will probably unfuse in a year or two with puberty anyway, but if it doesn't unfuse, then you will need surgery. The sooner we know that you need surgery, the better, and that's the major reason why we need to try the cream now."

"Can't you just cut it out?" I asked.

"Yes, and I've always said that I'd leave any surgical decisions up to you kids, but I don't think you're thinking clearly about this. You just found out and you're upset. You need to think this through for a few years before removing it," he answered.

"I'm still not gonna want it in two years," I warned.

"That's fine, as long as you agree to the estrogen cream now."

"What if I don't?"

"I'm both your doctor and your legal guardian: I can legally force you."

"You wouldn't."

"I would," he replied giving me such a stern look that I had no doubt that this cream was not up for debate.

I agreed and Carlisle drew my blood for some test of his, before taking me home. I thought that I was all cried out, but I was wrong because I started bawling in the car on the long ride home. The tears only poured down harder when we stopped at the pharmacy to get my cream.

That night Carlisle made me go into his office, to make sure that I was doing it right and to make sure that I did it at all. I would not have used it, but I was pretty sure that I would get caught if I did not comply. My uncle was pretty lenient on most things, but not on medical issues, so for the next week every time he ordered me to use it, I did.

It still had not sunk in what the cream was supposed to do. So when I woke up one morning and went to rub the cream on myself, I was utterly shocked to find that my skin had split open. I screamed and Russell heard and he sent Carlisle in to help me. But Carlisle just kept trying to tell me that that red puffy gash in my genital region was how it was supposed to look. He said that the gash was just my labial lips and that they were red and swollen from the cream, but now that they were separated I could stop using it.

I really did not believe him that woman really looked this gross down there. I had never seen one before, but if this was it, count me out. Alice could keep her vaginal sex, both kinds, because I decided right then and there that I wanted nothing to do with vaginas. I did not even go with Alice when she had to have her surgery.

It was just a short outpatient procedure to cut the last little bit of skin that had been left from her first surgery when she was a baby, because her labial fusion had covered her urethra. Missing urethras are something that doctors do not miss and they were forced to operate at birth. I knew I should have gone, but I was still just too mad at Alice and too grossed out by vaginas in general, so I made her go alone. Esme and Carlisle were with her, but still I saw her red-rimmed eyes as she silently accused me of letting her down, knowing that I had been the one she wanted holding her hand.

Eventually I calmed down, but I did not change my mind about the vagina and I did not forgive Alice. Weeks later the swelling went down and it went back to its normal color, but I was still grossed out whenever I looked at the slimy slit under my dick. It oozed clear fluid onto to my boxers for weeks and Carlisle said that it was a side effect from the cream and would go away.

But with all things, my anguish over my body faded with time. I did not grow to love and accept myself, but I became used to the idea that this was my life and I was stuck with it for a few years until I could convince Carlisle to perform surgery. And the best way I could do that was to try to show my uncle that I was calm, collected, and had given a great deal of thought to what I was doing.

I put a great deal of effort into showing him how mature I was when he came home with my blood tests results. He told the rest of the family that I had something called tetragametic chimerism, and after giving them a brief description of what that meant, he asked me to come back into his office with him. I calmly followed him and took my usual seat on his couch.

He pulled up his chair in front of me and began his explanation, "Tetragametic chimerism means that when you were conceived, there were two eggs. Each egg was fertilized by separate sperm, forming two separate zygotes. Normally, this results in fraternal twins. But, sometimes the two zygotes fuse, forming one embryo and any mixture of the two cell types is possible. When this happens, the two cell types cooperate to form a fully functional completely normal person. But when the two cell types are different genders, one being male and the other female, it often results in ambiguous genitalia, because one cell type is trying to make the body into a girl, while the other one is sending out instructions to make a boy.

"We were never able to confirm Guevedoche, but it just fit so well that I'd assumed that was it. You've never had any health problems, so I thought the annual check-ups would be enough. I really should have done the MRI sooner: I'm sorry I missed this," he admitted.

"So how do you know that I was two embryos?" I asked, deflecting his apology, because I was not ready to deal with it yet.

"The genetic tests came back showing two different cell types. The cell types are related, consistent with being full siblings. And the karyotyping came back with two karyotypes: 46, XX and 46, XY. It appears that the majority of your body is composed of the 46, XY type cell, because you mostly appear male. But, if you look more closely, you'll notice that you have two hair colors. While most of your hair is honey blond, you have chestnut brown hairs interspersed," he stated handing me a mirror and indicating the rare brown hairs. I guess that explains why people are always asking me if I dye my hair. I just thought I had a cool shade of blond.

"You also have two eye colors. Most of your eyes are brown, but there are splotches of blue here, here, and here," he said indicating the blue spots in my eyes that my mother had always said were pretty and made me special. "It can be even more noticeable if the cell types have different skin colors. Luckily, you don't have that problem, but if we expose your skin to UV light, we should still be able to make out the signature Blaschko's lines."

Then Carlisle pulled out a weird looking flashlight from his desk and turned off the lights. He flipped the switch and the purple light came on. The first thing I noticed was the "S" shaped whorls over my chest. Then Carlisle held up another mirror, and pointed to the mirror in my hands. He helped me position it so that I could see the "V" shape over my back.

"Wow! That's really cool!" I exclaimed, forgetting about how upset I had been just minutes before. Now that my genitals were not involved, I was not freaked out and having secret patterns on my skin that were only visible under UV light sounded really awesome. In fact, I could totally see myself as one of the X-men in Emmett's comic books: Jasper, the empath, with UV reactive skin.

"The lines are from the migration of embryonic skin cells during development. This path is followed in all people, but can't be detected because the cells are identical, like white on white. In you, however, the cells are slightly different, so we can see it under UV light."

"That's pretty cool, but I still want all of the female parts removed," I stated calmly.

"Jasper, you do know that you're incapable of ever producing sperm, don't you? Your ovaries are your only chance of ever having children. If you don't want to carry them yourself, you can get a surrogate. Alice is making sperm, so the two of you could make children together someday! I'd never thought it was a possibility for the two of you, but now that it is, are you really that eager to throw it all away?" he asked me, piercing my eyes with his intense stare.

"I never thought of that. Could we leave the ovaries and remove the rest?" I asked.

"Yes, but it would be easiest to collect the eggs for in vitro if you left the fallopian tubes. And I'm still not going to perform a life changing major surgery on an eleven year old. You can at least wait until you're sixteen," he replied.

"I thought you said two years!" I shouted, losing my cool.

"My exact words were a few. And I talked to your aunt and we agreed on sixteen."

"We'll see," I said thinking about all of the ways I could force him to perform surgery on me sooner. If I stabbed myself in the uterus he would have to remove it.

"Jasper, if you keep thinking like that I'll have to call up Dr. Flynn. There are worse things than outpatient therapy sessions, such as longer stays in mental institutions," he warned. My emotions must have leaked and given me away.

"Fine," I replied gruffly before excusing myself to my room. It looked like I really was going to have to wait four and a half years to have my birth defect removed.

Although I agreed not to hurt myself at the time, it was a promise that I was just not able to keep. A few months later I was taking shower in the evening and washing my dick when it happened: I just snapped. I took one look at my pussy lips and could not take it anymore.

I stepped out of the shower and opened the bathroom drawer looking for something to make me feel better, but all I found was Emmett's shaving supplies. Emmett was fourteen and had just started shaving. I thought about removing one of the blades from the razor, but they did not have a good handle. Then I grabbed the pair of scissors that was in the drawer, but they were not sharp enough.

Then I noticed the ceramic toothbrush holder. Ceramic is like glass, so I picked it up and smashed it against the granite counter top. It shattered into several shards, so I picked up the sharpest one and went back into the shower. I spread my legs, lifted up my penis, and slashed at the puffy pink lips that kept staring at me. But it hurt so bad that I screamed and I had not even done any real damage. Sure I was bleeding, but not much and it definitely was not enough to get rid of the thing.

Russell must have heard me, because thirty seconds later he was banging on the bathroom door. "Jasper! Are you alright? What happened: did you fall?"

"I'm fine," I lied. "I just got soap in my eyes."

He believed me, but Alice must have seen me and told, because Esme came running up the stairs and pounded on the bathroom door. "Open this door this instant young man! Alice told me what you're doing in there!" she yelled.

I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist, before opening the door. "How bad is it?" she asked taking the ceramic shard from my hand.

"Barely bleeding: it wasn't sharp enough," I answered shrugging.

"Show me," she ordered. I had never shown her my privates before, because Carlisle was the doctor, so I refused. "Show me right now where you cut yourself and how badly you're bleeding or I'm calling nine-one-one. Carlisle isn't here, so you have to show me."

I turned my head away, so that I would not have to see her look, and then I opened my towel.

"I can't see it," she replied. So I spread my legs and lifted up my penis. "Okay, you're bleeding, but not much. You can close your legs."

"Can I finish my shower?" I asked.

"No. You can get dressed so I can take you to the hospital to see your uncle, now that I know you'll survive the car ride. Russell, come watch Jasper get dressed and don't let him near anything sharp," she replied picking up all of the large pieces of ceramic shards and throwing them in the trash can. Then she grabbed the broom and dust pan and started sweeping.

I went with Russell and picked out some clothes. I thought I had done a really good job, because I had picked jeans and a shirt, which was a combo Emmett said could not go wrong. But Russell just shook his head and said, "You're gonna need something more comfortable with a cut down there." Then he pulled out some sweat pants. "Put those on."

I pulled on my shirt first, because my door was still open, so I did not want to take the towel off from my waist. I grabbed my boxers and pulled them up, but it hurt really badly, and I hissed at the contact.

"Here, put this gauze between you and the material, it should help," my aunt said coming into my room and offering me some gauze. She must have gone down to my uncle's office to get it. I complied and as soon as my pants were up, Russell handed me a pair of shoes, which I slipped on. Then the two of them escorted me down the stairs, stopping at the front door. None of my siblings were insight, but I could hear crying from Alice's room.

"Emmett!" Esme called out and waited for him to emerge from Alice's bedroom.

"Yeah Mom?"

"You're in charge. Russell's going to help me take Jasper to the hospital," Esme instructed before ushering me and Russell to the car.

Russell watched me the whole way to the hospital and he even held my hand while Carlisle stitched me up. "Jasper, if you ever feel like hurting yourself again I need you to let me know before you go through with it. And if I'm not around, you can tell anyone: Esme, Russell, Emmett, Edward, and even Alice. You can't just go around hurting yourself because you don't like part of your body. I promised that I'd remove it, but you have to give it time. Now I'd like to send you home, but I don't believe that you'll be safe there. What if you cut yourself again?" he asked me.

"I won't," I said looking him in the eyes and knowing that that was what he wanted to hear. Personally, I had no idea what I would and would not do in the future: I was not Alice.

"I wish I could believe you, Jasper, I really do. But I also know that you're an excellent liar, so Esme is going to drop you off at the psych ward over in Port Angeles for me and I'll be by first thing in the morning after I finish the graveyard shift. I wish we had more facilities here, but this hospital is just too small."

"You're locking me up? You can't do this to me!" I yelled outraged. Carlisle always just treated us at home for little things.

"I'm not a psychiatrist Jasper: I don't know how to treat you. I'm sorry. Are you going to go willingly?"

"Do I have a choice?" I asked.

"Well if you don't cooperate I could sedate you and call an ambulance to transfer you to the other hospital. But ambulance rides are expensive and that money could be better spent on genital surgeries," he warned.

We were now a family of seven and he and my aunt barely made enough money to cover all of our expenses, because of the copious medical bills my siblings tended to rack up. But even so, we were still rich, because Uncle Carlisle had inherited a ton of money from his parents when they died, plus his cousins were rich and had even given him our house. I knew that we had enough money for both, but this was clearly a warning that if I did not cooperate, I would be stuck with the offensive organs longer.

"Fine, I'll go," I conceded reluctantly. "Do I have to stay there alone?"

"Well if any of your siblings are willing to stay overnight with you at a mental institution, then you're welcome to take her along," he replied.

I did not miss the fact that he had used the pronoun, "her." He was obviously implying Alice was the only one who would be willing to go with me. I had not really talked to Alice much since finding out about my vagina and although time had not made me accepting of said vagina, I no longer blamed Alice for it. She did not make me this way. All she ever did was love me the way I was.

Alice would love me despite what I had just done to myself. She would gladly go with me to the hospital, if just to spend time with me and I knew she missed me a lot. I had heard her crying enough in the past two months to know that she was extremely upset over the distance I was keeping between us. I knew I was hurting her, but I had been hurting too badly myself to care.

"Can I call Alice?" I asked.

"Always sweetie," Esme said getting up from her chair in the corner and handing me her cell.

I took the phone and dialed our house number. Alice picked up before it even rang. "You've kept me waiting a long time," she greeted me.

"Sorry Ma'am. Would you care to accompany me to a luxurious four-star nut-house?" I asked.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. I only wish they'd let me bring a pretty dress to wear for you to go with that lovely set of matching gowns we'll have."

"You're gonna be a patient too?" I asked surprised. I thought she would just be there as my guest, holding my hand.

"Guests aren't permitted overnight visits. Esme'll just check me in because my epilepsy is acting up: I've been seizing all day. It started when I seized that the love of my life was gonna take a sharp object to his precious body."

"Sorry about that," I replied blushing. "But why didn't you stop me before I did it?"

"You didn't decide to do it until a minute before you did. It took me that long to find and explain to Esme what was happening. I'm still not allowed up on the second floor, but I would've broken that rule if I'd seen that I would've been able to get through the door. But all I saw was you hurting yourself worse if I tried," she answered and I knew she was right: I would have cut myself more if it were her on the other side of that door.

Esme stopped back by the house to pick up Alice and drop off Russell before admitting me into the psych ward in the city. I had been to this hospital many times before, because I used to go to therapy here, but I had never been admitted here.

Alice and I got adjoining rooms, at Esme's insistence: she said that we were siblings and the same sex, whatever sex that was. The doctor looked at her funny for a few moments until she explained that we were both intersexed and gender identity was one of the issues I was having trouble with. I asked that we be placed in the boy's ward, but once the doctor found out that I had cut my pussy, he put both me and Alice in the girl's ward. Apparently caring for injured vaginas is something they do not know how to do in the boy's ward.

Once Alice and I got settled in wearing our matching gowns, Esme left, and Alice came into my room. "I'm so glad you're talking to me again Jazz," she said leaning her head against my shoulder and hugging me.

"Me too," I admitted pulling her with me to my bed.

"Can I see what you did? I mean: how bad is it?" she asked me with a concerned look in her eyes.

"It's nothing. I think Carlisle was overreacting with all of those stitches," I replied, but laid back and pulled up my gown anyway. Alice would love me no matter what, even if I had stitches down there.

"Promise me you'll never do that again!" she demanded beginning to cry.

"I promise," I answered, and this time I meant it. I would do anything she asked of me, even if it meant leaving those horridly pink lips there for a few years.

"What're you two doing?" a nurse asked walking into my open room.

"I'm his sister," Alice fibbed pulling my gown down. "I wanted to see how badly he cut himself this morning. I just made him promise not to do that ever again."

"You two don't look like sisters," the nurse commented pulling out my chart.

"We're adopted," Alice explained. "When my Jazzy started hurting himself, I started seizing, so Mom dropped us both off."

"Oh, you two are the intersexed sisters the doctor was just telling me about," the nurse replied putting my chart back. "You're gonna help me make sure little Jasper doesn't hurt herself again, aren't you?"

"Yep: I was the one who told Mom he was doing it in the first place. He only got one cut in before Mom stopped him."

"Then you're a good big sister. Now just make sure you watch her like a hawk, especially in the bathroom," she replied.

I'm not sure when, but sometime in the past two and a half years since I met Alice, she had almost caught up to me in height. As a consequence, people no longer just assumed that I was older anymore. "Excuse me, but I'm the older brother. And I go by 'he,' despite the pussy. I'm gonna get that removed someday," I informed this nurse.

"Oh Jazz, don't say that! I love you and your pussy! I promise you it didn't look weird or gross: it looked beautiful, just like the rest of you," Alice pleaded.

"Well I can make a note to use the male gender with you, Jasper. You must be very lucky to have a sister who loves you so much," the nurse said before leaving me and Alice alone in my room.

"Jasper, I know you don't like your vagina now. But I want you to know, that in my visions, it's not me liking your va-jay-jay, it's you: you honestly grow to like it. You'll get over how it looks and love how it feels, because it's half of your genitalia. Please promise me you'll keep an open mind and try it once before cutting it away," she pleaded.

"I don't know."

"Emmett says it feels really good."

"What? Who did Emmett um, you know?" I asked curious. I had only ever seen Emmett kiss one girl and I had not thought that they were that serious.

"Some cousin of Jacob's named Seth, but they didn't go all the way. They were only touching," Alice replied shrugging.

"A boy?" I asked surprised. "I thought he liked Kim!"

"He likes both: he's bi, but don't tell him that yet. He needs to figure it out for himself.

"Wow," I replied lying back and thinking about all of this information. Emmett was bi and liked it when a boy touched him. "Are Emmett and Seth together? Like together together?"

"No. Seth liked Emmett, but he just was not feeling the vagina thing. He couldn't get over it, so they haven't seen each other since that one time at Jacob's house. That's why Emmett never told anyone."

"You mean this happened that time Edward wanted to go over to Jacob's house and Carlisle sent Emmett to supervise?"

"Yep."

"You know it's your birthday next week. You never told me what you wanted," I said changing the subject.

"All I want is you," she replied hugging me and kissing me on the cheek.

"Okay, well now that you've got me, what else do you want?" I asked kissing her cheek in return.

"Nothing."

"What kind of party is Esme throwing?" I asked taking another tactic: if she would not tell me what she wanted, then I could get something to go along with the party theme.

"I'm not having one," she replied with a smile. She did not seem the least bit sad about this.

"Why not? Esme always throws you a party! And your grounding and restriction were supposed to end this week."

"I know and she offered, but I just didn't see me having a party this year. I didn't know why at the time, but now I do: we won't be out of here until after my birthday. We're even gonna miss the first two weeks of school."

When she said that, it suddenly clicked in my head what I had done: I had caused the love of my life to have to spend yet another birthday locked away in an insane asylum, all because I was not thinking and hurt myself. Hurting me was one thing, but hurting Alice was inexcusable and I could not allow it to happen again. I did not have to like it, but I would deal with the unwanted genitals until I was old enough for the surgery, if it meant Alice would not have to suffer.

"Thank you," she said with her eyes glazed over.

"What for?" I asked.

"The future just cleared up: you really aren't gonna cut yourself."

"Yeah," I replied sheepishly. "And I'm really sorry I didn't go with you when you had that surgery last month."

"It's okay Jazz. I know you were not ready to deal with anymore vagina issues at the time and mine was just one straw too many."

"But still, you've always been there for me and I let you down. I won't do it again," I promised looking into her eyes. "I love you too much to hurt you twice."

"I know and I love you too, but that was a seizer, which I have to report in these stupid places, so push your call button and let's get this over with," she replied annoyed.

I pushed the button and Alice informed the nurse of the microseizer. A doctor rushed in and checked her, but found nothing wrong with her, as usual. "Are you sure it was a seizer? You're already maxed out on anti-seizer meds," the doctor said when he was done with his exam.

"Yep, but those meds never work all the way for me. If you don't believe me, Jasper saw it," Alice answered.

"It was a very small short seizer, but it was a seizer. She saw me in it and everything," I replied.

"I always seize Jasper's face," Alice explained. "Seizing him is the first memory I have from when I was little."

"Okay, well it's late, so you two get some rest and I'll call Dr. Cullen about changing your meds," the doctor replied.

As soon as he left the room, Alice snuggled into my chest. Her eyes flickered shut for a moment and it was late, so I knew she was tired.

"My pussy hurts," I admitted, knowing that it was keeping me from sleeping. I should have told the doctor while he was still here, but I could not bring myself to say it in front of anyone besides Alice.

"I'll call the nurse and get you a numbing spray," Alice said extricating herself from my arms.

After the nurse came back with the spray, Alice applied it, and I finally felt comfortable enough to sleep. Then I pulled Alice into my arms and we fell asleep together.