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It's A Wonderful TG Life by Cabinessence(MDW)
Alan Brand was alone again on Christmas Eve. Well why should this night
be any different from any other night? To the many that knew him, he was
thought of as a success, but inside his soul he felt like a fraud. This was
not the life that he should be living, he thought, I should have been born
a girl. Everything would have been so much better. Yet fate had dealt him
an interesting conundrum. Oh of course he could well afford the money to
have a sex change. However, one look in the mirror would tell him that at
this point in his life he would never be successful passing at being a
woman. He was now forty, over six feet tall, slightly overweight, and
balding. It was just too late for him to change. Oh if he could only he
could wrap himself up inside a cocoon and emerge as this beautiful
butterfly. But there were no butterflies to be found on this Christmas
Eve.
So why hadn't he tried to transition earlier? Well there were the
pressures from within his family. He wasn't originally supposed to take
over the family construction business, but after his older brother died in
Vietnam, he was left as the sole heir apparent. He had loved, even
idolized, his brother and he couldn't bear to hurt his parents. So he felt
at the time that his duty to their dreams supplanted any hope he had of
fulfilling his own. He finally did take over the business when his father
died shortly after he had turned twenty-five. He would up building it into
a very successful firm. He was then able to last year sell it to a big
national corporation for a handsome profit, but he was still asked to stay
on in charge. Last year was the also the year that his mother passed on.
So he was finally left alone with everyone's dreams left fulfilled but his
own, a dream, he felt, would never come to fruition. That is why he was
walking here in the cold silence of night, while everyone else was snug in
their beds. This was the reason why he was on St John's bridge at one A.M.
ready to throw himself into the icy waters below.
As he looked down at the beckoning waves below, he seemed to see his
life drifting by on the crests. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and
then felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He hadn't heard anybody on the
bridge. He then turned around and found a man, about fifty and plainly
dressed standing behind him.
"Who are you? Where did you come from? I haven't seen a car pass by
since I got here."
"I didn't come by car. I have a better way to travel." And with this
the stranger floated up in the air to the other side of Alan.
"Who.. who are you? Some kind of ghost."
"You are close. Actually I rank a little bit higher then your average
ghost. I am an angel sent to stop you from taking this drastic action. You
can call me Ralph."
"I never heard of an angel called Ralph."
"Well I didn't pick the name I assure you, blame my parents. As for being
an angel that is true. Well we can't all be called Gabriel or Ariel it
would get too confusing. Besides modern angels need modern names. Believe
it or not in the next fifty years there will actually be a Saint Buffy."
"Look I don't know why you are here, but I don't need your help."
"Oh yes you do. You need me to show you what your life would have been
like if you would have been born a girl. Believe it or not, it really
wouldn't have turned out much different."
"Says who?"
"Says my alternate reality viewer and I have just received the latest
model, all digital. Come on and take a look. What have you got to lose but
a dream that will never come true anyway? But you first have got to stop
looking at your life in terms of what might or should have been. Look at
everything that you have accomplished as you are now and be satisfied with
that. You will see that dreams are often not better than reality."
A big screen TV soon appeared on the bridge. A sign proclaiming "Bridge
closed for repairs" suddenly appeared on both ends of the bridge to keep
strangers away. Soon a picture appeared on the screen. It showed a cute
young girl with long dark hair about six sitting under a tree on Christmas
morning, she had a new Barbie doll in her hand. An older boy about eleven
years old, was unwrapping his gift which turned out to be a BB rifle.
"Hey, that's my parent's house and that's... that's my older brother over
there, Brian. But who is that girl with the Barbie doll? I don't remember
her being there."
"That is you, well you if you had been born a girl. Do you remember what
happened this Christmas? "
"Yeah, that was the day that my brother Brian taught me how to shoot. I
was watching him shoot cans in the back with his new BB gun and he asked me
if I wanted to try it. He taught me how to aim and shoot. That was one of
the first times that we really bonded. Oh I miss him so much."
"You really loved your brother."
"I looked up to him. He was handsome, macho, and successful with the
girls. Everything I knew in my heart that I could never be."
"Well this is how the day would have gone if you were born a girl. Let me
turn up the volume a little. It's in full surround sound so you will feel
like you are actually there."
After the older boy unwrapped the rifle, he started to point it at the
young girl, a wicked smile on his face.
"Hello Barbie, be prepared to die!" he said as he approached the
terrified girl.
"Mommy, mommy. Brian wants to hurt Barbie. Mommy come quick." Yelled
thegirl.
Soon a woman about thirty-five, neatly dressed, came into the room.
"Brian, what did your father say about playing with your guns in the
house. Now put it away and stop teasing your sister."
"Okay Mom. But watch out Barbie next time I will get you and I'll bring
along GI Joe to help."
The girl started crying as her mother ran over to comfort her.
"Why is my brother being so mean? He was always a cool guy to me."
"Well that's what older brothers are for. They look after their
younger brothers and torment their younger sisters. There is a certain bond
between siblings of the same sex. One that is plainly missing here I
fear."
"So he never taught me how to shoot."
"No, but he did plan an invasion of Barbie's dream house."
"That stinks."
"Well that's what would have happened if you had been born a girl."
"I could live with that I guess. It would have been worth it in order
to be a girl. As I said, I looked up to my brother, I wanted so much to be
just like him. But I couldn't, I let him teach me how to shoot that day
hoping that it would make me feel more like a man. But if I was a girl, it
wouldn't matter because I wouldn't even have had to try to be like him."
"Oh so is that why you wanted to be a girl? Because you felt that you
could never be like your older brother, Mr. Macho? The brother you took as
your template. That becoming a girl was the way to avoid being masculine
because you saw yourself as a failure in achieving this goal? Most
transsexuals feel from birth that they were trapped in the wrong body, that
they have no other choice. You had other choices and you chose one of
them. Not everyone can be a Rambo, some end up like Wally Cox or Urkeel.
But they are all still considered men. You can be successful at being a man
and not be manly. As a matter of fact, sensitive new age guys have become
very popular in recent years. But let's go back to the past, to another
Christmas. Remember this one?"
A scene appears of a party with teenage boys and girls all mulling
about, munching on cookies and drinking eggnog. One of the boys takes a
small bottle of vodka and pours it into the bowl of eggnog while no one is
looking..
"I remember this. That's the Christmas party at my best friend Paul's
house when I was sixteen. Lois Green came on to me that night and I just
couldn't get interested. I felt I couldn't be the man she obviously wanted
at the time. And looking at your video of the past, I can see that the
eggnog probably played a part in it. So where am I in this scene? I
usually just tried to blend into the background at these things. It was
like I learned the social graces from Where's Waldo?"
"Oh you aren't downstairs. I'm afraid at this party you are the one who
had too much eggnog."
"So where am I?"
"Let's go upstairs shall we?"
The scene suddenly shifted. There in Paul's bedroom were two teenagers
half undressed. The girl was cute, tall with long dark brown hair and an
almost Amazonian figure. The boy was Paul, athletic and very good looking,
at least relative to the rest of his high school class. He had his tongue
on one of her bare nipples and was headed south.
"That girl is me? Wow! Even I never fantasized a body like that. I
can't believe it. Man, do I have some great big tits. That would have been
great."
"Yes, but with those breasts go a reputation and tradition that you I am
afraid followed."
"Do you mean that I was a slut?"
"Let's just say that you reviled in your femininity a bit too much."
Soon Paul had the girl's panties off and was sucking on her pussy. The
girl started to moan.
"Hey, what the fuck are you trying to do with her....me Paul?"
"I believe that is exactly what he is trying to do. And besides watch
your language, there are angels present you know."
"Look can't we do something. Tell him to stop or at least to use a
condom."
"Sorry, but all we can do is watch. We don't exist in their world.
Remember Newton's law of teenage sexual combustion. Hormones in motion
tend to stay in motion unless one of the partners says no. Besides I thought
that you always had fantasized about having sex as a woman."
"Yeah, but it was a lot more romantic, loving, passionate, slower. This
all seems so...cheap."
The couple was finally having sex as Paul plunged his large penis into
her waiting slippery orifice. The moaning was threatening to drown out
their conversation.
"Ah you bought into the ideal, however to most men, a woman is just a
sexual device to be used for their own pleasure. They are nothing more
than a storage area for their penis. Romance was lost forever once mankind
invented one night stands and prostitution."
"I don't want to see anymore of this. But tell me, I didn't get pregnant
did I?"
"No, not this time."
"But I did have children."
"Eventually, but we have several more years to cover. Do you remember
this Christmas?"
They were back again at Alan's parent's house. A lot of time had
passed. The stockings were hung up over the chimney, but there was a piece
of black cloth on the top of the stocking with the name of Alan's brother.
The girl Alan would have been was sitting there in front of the fireplace
staring blankly at the stocking. There were tears forming in her eyes.
"Oh yeah, this was the Christmas a year later, when I was seventeen."
Alan said his voice breaking. " We had received word that my brother had
died in Vietnam a few weeks before. None of us felt like celebrating. We
didn't even exchange presents. But that night my dad sat me down and said
that he was giving me the greatest gift of all, his legacy. I was now the
only one left to take over the family business. This is what my brother had
been groomed for until he had to go serve his country. I loved both my dad
and my brother, so I accepted the responsibility."
"And in so doing gave up your own desire to become a woman."
"Well a woman wouldn't have been accepted at the time as the leader of a
construction firm. I wouldn't have been able to gain the respect of all the
hard hats. My dad had also high blood pressure at the time from all the
stress of his job and my brother's death. I am sure telling him that I was
transsexual then would have killed him."
"So, you gave up your dream for his. What a noble son, bravo."
"Yeah, but what about her? Dad wouldn't have left the business to her."
"I believe they are about to discuss that very subject. Let's listen in
shall we?"
The scene switched to the kitchen where Alan...er... Ellen's mom and dad
were deep in conversation.
"I don't know what to do Marge. The future was set when Brian was alive,
but now I don't know. I have worked so hard to build this business up to
where it is now and I wanted to be able to pass it on as my legacy. But I
can't give Ellen the responsibility, she's so sweet and beautiful, no guy
at the site would ever take her seriously. Things would just fall apart."
"Maybe we could find her someone to marry who would be suitable to take
over the business. What about that nice young man you just hired out of
college, Matt? He's not bad looking and you yourself said that he is very
smart."
"That not a bad idea. Then the business would still be there to be
passed to our grandchildren. That's an excellent idea Marge. I am so glad I
married you."
They then kissed and Ellen's father went out to the living room to tell
Ellen his plans for her future.
"So Alan, instead of receiving your legacy that night. You were being
coerced into a marriage with a man you hardly knew for the good of the
family. Of course with Ellen caring as much about her father as you did and
Matt being quite the opportunistic ladies man, it wasn't long til you..."
"Married that stupid jerk? Let me tell you something, Matt was full of
BS. When I took over the company I wouldn't take all his ass kissing like
my father did. So he left and formed his own company. But he was meant to
always be a flunkie, not a boss. His new company was bankrupt in two years
and he later became an alcoholic. I understand he went through three wives
as well. If my father believes that I should marry that loser, well someone
should tell him the truth before he makes a big mistake and loses everything."
"But I can't do anything, I told you. But we can look ahead at another
Christmas to see if you were right. This is about twelve years later."
"That would be two years after dad passed away. Just enough time for
Matt to...."
"Well we shall see shall we?"
The scene shows another house, a sloppily lit tree with a few presents
underneath. Then angel on top looks like it is going to fall over. It is
very late at night, Ellen is on the couch crying. Her bathrobe does little
to hide the fact that she has put on a bit of weight in the past few years.
"Gosh.. she er I look terrible. What has happened?"
"Well it was hard to keep off the weight after having two kids back to
back. "
"Kids, I actually had kids. Wow! That's every transsexual's fantasy to
be able to give birth. What are their names? "
"The eldest is a girl named Jennifer, she is seven. The boy is named
Jason and he is going to be six in another month. They are both asleep
upstairs like all children on Christmas, dreaming of Santa Claus. "
"There doesn't seem to be to many presents around the tree."
"As you observed before, Matt is a failure as a businessman, even in
this reality. In the past two years, he has run your father's business into
the ground. Those Christmas presents that you see there by the tree were
bought by you with the money earned by working part time as Christmas sales
help. "
"But where is Matt? Shouldn't he be home with the family by now. And why
am she...I crying?"
"Matt is out spreading his Christmas cheer and semen over to his new
secretary. This was a marriage of convenience for Matt, not love and Ellen
is just realizing it. Soon Matt will walk through that door, drunk and you
will confront him about where he has been. He will then beat you with the
baseball bat that you bought for Jason as a present. Your cries will wake
the kids and they will hide up at the top of the stairs afraid to do anything.
Do you want to hang around and see all this happen?"
"No, I am no fan of pain, especially my own. I will take your word on it.
But was I hurt very badly?"
"Just badly bruised, but it was one more incident that helped estrange
the kids from their father."
"We didn't stay married after this?"
"Well, actually you did. You were like a lot of battered women who are
trapped in an abusive relationship. You stayed because you had nowhere else
to go and no skills to earn enough money to support you and the kids. This
would go on for another four years. The construction business would finally
fail all together and Matt would run off with another woman to find a new
fortune. "
"But at least I was the woman that I always wanted to be. I must have
had some happiness."
"Oh you did, but the men would soon leave. They wanted sex, not to be
the new daddy. Then when they were old enough, your kids would leave."
"But I would have loved those kids, why would they desert me?"
"Because they needed to find their own happiness, their own lives. Kids
grow up and leave the nest. It is only natural. Besides after Matt left you
had to spend most of your time working to put food on the table. Matt never
had any money for child support. He was even jailed twice because of it.
Let's see where your female self is right now at this minute, this very
same Christmas Eve. Your kids would now be twenty and twenty one, time to
be out on their own."
The scene shifts to a sparse apartment. Ellen is sitting at the kitchen
table alone, a couple of Christmas cards on her right side, some pills and
booze on her left. She is wearing a tattered old bathrobe, her hair is all
askew. She has even put on more weight.
"Why am I all alone? Shouldn't the kids be here at Christmas time?"
"The loveless marriage you had, had it's own effect on the children.
They felt they needed to leave to find love on their own. They wanted to
escape your disaster of a life. Your daughter joined a cult, one that
believes that the secret to life is revealed in the teachings of a defrocked
monk from Cleveland. Your son is spending Christmas with his
girlfriend's family in Aspen. They did send you those cards that are on the
table over there. Certainly it is not the next best thing to being there."
"But the pills and the booze? Why are they there? Is she? She...."
"Going to kill herself? Yes, but not as quickly as you were by jumping
off that bridge. You see, even if you would have been born a woman the
result would have been the same. You would be forty, alone, bitter, and
ready to commit suicide. The only difference is that your female self would
not be getting a visit from me. You see, you have spent your whole life
believing your life would have been better if you were a woman. Now I have
shown you that even after attaining all the goals of your female fantasy,
big boobs, great sex as woman, a husband, and giving birth, you still would
have ended up just the same. "
"So then what was the point? To show that I have spent my life hoping
for a dream that would never come true in the fashion I wanted it to?
That I would have ended up killing myself no matter what sex I was?"
"No, to show you how selfish that dream was. That it has so overwhelmed
your life that it has obscured all the good you have done as the person you
truly are. For instance, all the people you have helped by sponsoring the
local gender identity clinic."
"How did you know that? That was supposed to be anonymous."
"I am an angel, remember, in heaven we know all the good deeds done by
you mortals. That's why I was sent here, to show you the good you have done
and will continue to do if you don't kill yourself tonight. Let me illustrate what I
mean."
The scene shifts to a bedroom an attractive blonde woman is preening
before a mirror.
"So what do you want to show me here? She is very attractive, but.."
"But she is really a man."
The woman stops preening and sighs into the mirror dejected. She takes
off her blonde wig, her dress, takes the forms out of her bra, and soon a
naked man is standing there. He starts to cry and haltingly takes out a
pair of garden shears and aims them towards his penis. Soon a blood
curdling cry is heard that even startles the angel.
"Why did you show me this?"
"Because Lou is one of the people that you helped. But in this reality
he is so desperate to become a woman that he figured that he's start the
job himself, hoping that some surgeon would then finish the job. That is if
he didn't bleed to death first."
"How did I help him, her?"
"Your funding to help transsexuals who otherwise couldn't afford
treatment, helped her six months ago to become the woman she always dreamed
of being. If you had been born a woman, she would have been left here to
bleed to death."
"I sponsored the clinic so that even though I may have missed my chance
for happiness, others could have theirs. That I could perhaps achieve my
goals through their eyes."
"Yes, and that is what you have accomplished in life. If you had been
born a woman, none of this would have happened. You wouldn't have been
motivated to do anything. There are many more like Lou that you have
helped in life. What you need to do is look at all you've done in your
life and stop regretting what could never have been. As I have shown you,
the end result wouldn't have been worth it."
"Thank you, I see that I have been selfish. I only saw myself and not the
whole picture. So what do I do now?"
"Learn to accept things as they are. Consider the fact that sometimes
fantasy can wind up being worse than reality. That all humans have been
given the free will to make their own reality better. Realize that the
decisions we make in life may not seem right at the time, but will
eventually appear to be right later when you look at the entire picture."
"Thank you."
"Well my work here is done."
The angel then vanished. Further down the road the sound of a car engine
refusing the turn over could be heard. Alan walked down to see if he could
help. Sitting in the car was a pretty blonde woman who looked oddly
familiar to him. For some reason she appeared to be wearing a man's winter
coat.
"Hi can I help you miss?"
"Yes, do you have a set of jumper cables? I was on my way home and the
car just stalled."
"I have a pair in my car. It is about a block away. Why don't you come
with me and warm up for a minute inside."
"Thank you."
She gets out of her car and starts walking down the road with him.
"So what is your name"
"LuAnn. And you are Alan from Johnson And Sons Construction, right?"
Alan nodded yes.
"I thought I recognized you. I have seen you in your TV commercials. You
look much better in person."
"Thank you. TV adds the ten pounds I am trying to lose. You know, you
look familiar to me too." He then blurted out "Gosh you're Lou'"
LuAnn looked at him and started to cry.
"How did you know, it's the coat isn't it? With all the money for
hormones and stents and doctors, I couldn't afford a new winter's coat. So,
I wore my old one from when I was a man, well physically a man anyway. It
seemed to be a style that could be worn by both sexes. I didn't feel that I
could still be so easily read. And besides I don't remember ever meeting
you."
" No we have never actually met, but I have done some volunteer work
down at the Gender Identity Clinic. Transsexualism has always fascinated me
and I am golfing buddies with Dr. Rogers at the clinic. But you are right,
it is the coat and the harsh lighting. Come out here by the streetlight
and let me get a good look at you. Now, you look beautiful, like a real
woman."
'That's the trouble, I am not really a woman. Well I wasn't a woman
until about six months ago when I had the surgery. I always knew that I was
a transsexual. That this was something I had to do. But now my parents have
rejected me and my friends don't know what to do with me. That's why I am
alone on this Christmas Eve."
"But you aren't alone anymore. A wise man once told me that sometimes our
fantasies will turn out to be worse than our realities. But at least we do
have the ability to make our own reality better."
"That's sound like a fortune cookie, a big fortune cookie. But thank
you for your help. You know, you are kind of cute yourself."
He took her in his arm as they continued towards his car.
"You know LuAnn, this could be the start of a beautiful friendship."
Somewhere in heaven an angel smiled before he left for Jesus's big
birthday bash.
Merry Christmas.To All.
Jeannie
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