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TGTV: WKRP in Cincinnati
By Heather St. Claire
How does an adventure in fantasy become a journey of self-discovery?
Well...I guess it happens when your fantasy overlaps too much with
things you're dealing with in real life.
As you may know by now, I'm one of the charter subscribers to TGTV, a
new cable service that allows you to enter any television program, to
occupy the body of any female character, and to change the sex of any
of your fellow cast members.
Neat, huh?
My first two stops were in the bodies of two quite lovely 1960s
television icons...Laura Petrie and Samantha Stevens. Being Laura was
wonderful; being Samantha was even better. And not just because of her
magical powers; while it seemed like Laura was the perfect picture of
the 60s era TV housewife, Samantha was something new; besides being a
wife, a mother, a housewife, and a real beauty, she had something more
going for...and it wasn't just magic! It was power. She was a woman who
was feminine, sexy, beautiful, and powerful....and I liked it.
This was a bit disconcerting to me in some ways. It didn't quite fit
with my self-image as a woman. From a man, that would sound like an odd
statement....at least to most people. But I think some of my readers
and friends at Fictionmania will understand what I'm talking about.
There had been a lot of reasons why I had dreamed of being female from
an earlier age. Certainly, a love of the female form was a big part of
it. I just didn't like the rough, hairy male body. The soft curves of
the female, clad in beautiful clothing, seemed to be what I was meant
for.
But there was a lot more to my female dream life than a mere wish to be
an animated mannequin. No, to me, the essence of being female was being
a gentle, loving nurturer; the male was the hunter, the gatherer, the
protector. The female was the protected one. How I longed to be the
mother tending the nest. That seemed to be the true essence of
womanhood.
So my time as Samantha was something of a revelation. Here was a
beautiful wife, loving mother, unquestionably feminine...and
unquestionably a strong person in her own right. Part of me didn't want
to leave her...but as ever, I was too curious about what life in
another program would be like, so I reluctantly exited my television
again.
Besides, I would have to spend enough time working to pay my
bills...keep my apartment, and most important, keep my subscription to
TGTV. I knew my free trial would be running out, and no matter what the
cost, I HAD to keep this.
I thought for quite a while about my next stop, and finally settled on
"WKRP in Cincinnati." I thought I could feel comfortable there; after
all, I work for a radio station in real life.
Now, guys-and gals-I don't want to disappoint you all too much, but I
didn't pick Jennifer Marlowe. I can hear the collective groan right
now. That face-that hair-THAT body-I know it just seems like too much
to pass up. But it seemed to me that life as Jennifer would be too much
like life as an animated mannequin. After all, she really didn't seem
to do much during the run of the program except look gorgeous. (I know,
I know, that's what we all want. But what did she DO, other than wait
around for some millionaire to propose?)
No!, I chose Bailey. Lovely, timid Bailey Quarters.
Talk about an honest, beautiful face. Lustrous light brown hair that
flowed down her back. A nicely proportioned figure that was beautiful,
yet seemed a lot more like a real woman's than Jennifer's. Though I
have to admit to a moment of second thought....
It came right after I had jumped into Bailey's office. I seemed to be
in the hallway right outside the station. I was wearing brown shoes
with two-inch chunky heels; beige slacks that showed off the curves of
my butt nicely; a light tan shirt with a medium brown sweater over it.
Top this off ensemble with my large glasses, and I thought I had a
classic, Annie Hall, preppy sort of look.
I felt good about myself.
That feeling lasted until I walked through the front door of the
station, made that familiar right turn, and found myself face-to-face
with Jennifer. Good lord, the woman was a Goddess. It wasn't like her
body was human...it looked more like the work of a sculptor. Of course,
she had it displayed in a skin-tight green sweater dress. She was
watering the plants-one of the few things she seemed to actually *do*--
and bending over in just such a way that every one of her delicious
curves was shown off to maximum advantage.
That's when I had a brief second thought about my choice. Here I was, a
pleasantly attractive woman....standing a few feet from a Goddess. Yet
the feeling didn't last. I felt a great loneliness radiating from
Jennifer. It must be awfully tough, just marking time in this
way.....and I realized she didn't have any real friends at the
station...except maybe for me; the "other woman."
And then, I thought about how Bailey's character had grown, evolved
over the course of the series. She had grown from an almost invisible
presence in the background to a confident, assured woman who was
playing a greater role in the operation of the station all the time.
Of course, it may not have been much of a st!ation. Still, we had risen
from 16th to 6th in the market under the leadership of program director
Andy Travis. As wacky a place as it was, WKRP actually seemed to be
going places. I'll let people who haven't been in radio in on a
secret...those characters (with the exception of Jennifer) aren't
fiction...they're all drawn from real life!
I guess I had been standing there thinking about all of this, just sort
of starting into space. Suddenly, I heard Jennifer saying, "Bailey!
Earth to Bailey! Are you there?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry, Jennifer, I just zoned out there for a minute." Then,
to my surprise, I found myself asking her, "How was your date last
night?" It still puzzled me how easily I acquired the memories of these
character's lives, even incidents that hadn't been shown on TV. If I
thought hard enough, I could recall Bailey's first period, first date,
first kiss.....and I would, in the days ahead. It was a fascinating
learning experience.
"Oh," Jennifer said with a shrug. "You date one oil millionaire, you've
dated them all." I thought I could hear the laughter of an unseen
studio audience, in the distance; yet I could tell that she meant every
word.
"Tell me, Jennifer," I found myself asking, "is it worth it? All the
dates? All the gifts?"
"Yeah," she said with a dazzling smile. "It is." But somehow, I wasn't
convinced.
At that point, Andy came bounding in, greeting us with a cheery,
"Morning Bailey, morning Jennifer."
"Uh...Hi, Andy." I was puzzled at my tentativeness. Why, when Bailey
had been growing steadily more confident in just about every aspect of
her life, was she still shy and awkward around Andy? Then it dawned on
me: "You're attracted to him, you dope," an inner voice said.
"Yeah, I guess I am," I muttered to myself.
"You are what, Bailey?" a perplexed voice asked. I looked in front of
me to see the brush-cut top of Les Nessman's head. In heels, I was
taller than he was! I hadn't been taller than many men as a woman; it
was an odd feeling.
I gulped and said, "I guess I am a little behind on getting ready for
the 10 o'clock news," I stammered. "I better get to work."
As I headed back to the bullpen, I found my thoughts straying back to
Andy. I thought about his kindness, his sense of humor, his wavy hair
(seemingly never out of place)....and his nice, tight butt. This was
strange...I don't think I had ever had quite such passionate feelings
for a man! Even during my time as Laura Petrie or Samantha Stevens,
when I had been a married woman, I had felt what seemed more like a
warm affection for my TV husbands.
This was different...exciting....and a little scary.
I suddenly realized another one of my co-workers was trying to get my
attention. It was the man at the desk in front of mine, the one and
only Herb Tarleck, general sales manager for WKRP. The only man for
whom a plaid jacket, white shoes and matching belt still represented a
dynamic fashion statement.
"Yo! Bailey!" he said for what must have been the fourth or fifth time.
"I asked if you had the copy ready yet for that new promotional
campaign." I quickly started searching through the paper piles atop
Bailey's...no, my desk. Suddenly, something kicked in, and I knew what
Herb was talking about, and just where to find it. "Here you, go,
Herb," I said, handing him the papers.
"Thanks," he said snappily, grabbing them out of my hand. He headed
toward the front office. "Now don't try to tell Mr. Carlson that you
did all the work on this one!" I called after him. He glanced back with
a "Who? Me?" innocent-type expression. I just shook my head.
I was quickly settling down here. With my background in radio, my years
of avidly watching the program, and my growing confidence as a female,
I thought life as Bailey could be very pleasant for some time. As the
hours sped by, I found myself getting more and more comfortable in my
new role...in fact, I began to not even think of it as a role....it was
almost scary to feel this comfortable, this quickly!
Before I knew it, it was time to head home. In the lobby, I ran into
dear, dithery, Mr. Carlson. "Hey, Bailey," he said with a big grin,
"You know I don't tell you often enough what a good job you do."
I felt myself blushing. "Thank you, Mr. Carlson," I said.
I had no trouble finding my way to Bailey's clean, but modest
apartment. This apartment of 1982 didn't seem too different from the
world I left...the big thing that seemed to be missing were the modern
electronics. No home computer. The Internet, of course, wasn't even a
gleam in Al Gore's eye. The answering machine seemed big and clunky. No
VCR; they were still big ticket items then, and Bailey couldn't afford
one on her salary. (If she had, there would have been that difficult
choice-VHS or Beta?) And of course, there had been that morning when
Andy came in proudly displaying that hot new gadget....the Walkman!.
I changed into a nightgown, made a pasta salad for my dinner, and
settled down to watch TV. (Yes, I know you rarely see TV characters
actually watching TV, but I had to do something to pass the time.) This
was a strange feeling, compared to my other forays into TV land....both
times previously, I had been a married woman. But now I was single. And
lonely.
I had known plenty of loneliness as a man, but as a woman, this was a
new experience, and I didn't care for it. I didn't exactly feel
incomplete without a man, but I thought my life would seem fuller,
happier if I could connect with one. So what should I do? The answer
seemed obvious-go after one. One who I already realized was available,
and who I found very attractive. Namely, Andy Travis.
As a man, I had found it difficult to initiate relationships with
women. Now, as a woman, I was setting my sights on landing a man. It
seemed ironic in more ways than one.
Over the next couple of days, my approach was fairly simple. I would
look for opportunities to seek out Andy's counsel as much as possible.
No matter how inconsequential, I'd bring just about everything I did to
him. Finally, when Thursday arrived, I knocked on his office door,
heard him call for me to come in, opened the door, and found him
staring out the window at the streets of Cincinnati below.
Before he had a chance to turn around, I took advantage of the moment
to really get a good look at that nice, tight butt of his. I didn't
understand these feelings....I tried to figure if it was the kind of
sensation I used to experience looking at a beautiful woman. No, I
decided, that was an esthetic appreciation, perhaps mixed with a little
jealousy. This...this was pure lust!
Then he turned, and I got the full force of that charming smile. He
tossed his head back, ever so slightly, and that perfect hair bounced
just a little bit. I felt a fluttery feeling inside. "Uh, Andy, I don't
want to disturb you, but-"
"Oh, Bailey, it's never a disturbance when you come to see me." As much
as I wanted this to mean something more, my womanly intuition told me
he was speaking as a co-worker and friend. I smiled back at him and
asked him to look at the scripts I had prepared for a new news series.
He took the papers from my hand and quickly began scanning them. Soon,
he was handing them back with a smile and an affirmative nod. "Bailey,
this copy is great, and thanks for showing it to me, but you really
don't have to, I trust you to get this kind of stuff right."
I found myself averting my gaze, almost an involuntary reflex, so I
forced myself to look straight at him. "Thanks, Andy," I said, drawing
in a deep breath. (I had stepped into the ladies room right before
coming in here. Everything looked fine, but I couldn't help but wonder
if my makeup was OK!) "There was another reason why I wanted to see
you, though."
"What's that?"
"I wanted to know...." I found my voice losing strength, so I cleared
my throat and began again. "I wanted to know if you were free tomorrow
night, and if you were, whether you'd like to have dinner and see a
movie or something."
He looked at me with an open-mouthed expression of amazement. I felt my
cheeks begin to flush. I was sure I was blushing! Feeling very
uncomfortable in the silence, I began to stammer. "But if you don't
want to, that's okay too, and could we maybe pretend....."
Thankfully, he cut me off in mid-sentence. "Bailey, I'd love to take
you out! It's just that....we've worked together for four years now,
and I never had any idea you were interested!"
I smiled, "I guess that's my fault. But I hope you understand the shy
young girl who was hired here not long before you were is growing in
confidence as a woman in a lot of ways...not all of them related to
work." As I said this, I pulled off my glasses and stepped closer to
him. He took the cue, and soon had wrapped his powerful arms around me
and was kissing me. God, it felt wonderful! I loved the feeling of my
female body enveloped in his strong masculine one, his
scents...everything about him.
The kiss seemed to go on forever, and it might have, except for the
unexpected sound of Andy's office door opening. It was Dr. Johnny
Fever, just off the air after his morning drive shift. He was wearing
his dark sunglasses, indoors, even though it was cloudy outside. He
mumbled "Hi Andy, Hi Bailey," and made a beeline straight for the
coffee urn. He filled his mug, flopped down on the couch, and before he
could take a sip, promptly fell asleep. Four years of morning drive,
and it hadn't gotten any easier for him....
Andy and I looked at each other and laughed. "Thank goodness it wasn't
someone who had their eyes open," Andy said.
The next night, I rushed home from work to have plenty of time to get
ready for our date. Andy had warned me that we wouldn't be going
anywhere too fancy, but I still wanted to look my best. I gave myself
the luxury of a bubble bath, followed by a quick shave of my legs. I
still delighted in these feminine acts....perhaps a genetic woman
looked upon this as just as much a chore as I once thought of shaving
my face...but for me, this was still new, and wonderful.
I delighted in putting on fresh lingerie, and perfume, and makeup. I
must have wasted 20 minutes going through Bailey's closet-my closet-
before I picked out a silky blue one-piece dress with long sleeves and
a self belt. I put on a pair of white pumps and an imitation pearl
necklace. Okay, I thought, as I did some last-minute primping in front
of the hall mirror, maybe I looked more ready for church on Sunday than
a night on the town, but Andy struck me as a guy with old fashioned
values.
It was a feeling reconfirmed when I opened the front door a few minutes
later. Andy stood there, in a sport coat, slacks and tie, looking very
sharp and more than a little uncomfortable. I could tell he would have
much preferred being in his jeans and cowboy boots. He held a bouquet
of carnations. "Oh, thanks, Andy," I said, taking the flowers. "How
sweet. These are for me?"
"Well, they're not for Mrs. Carlson," he said with a chuckle.
After I asked him if he wanted something to drink, and I headed to the
kitchen to get a cup of coffee for each of us, I said, "When is she
going to just let go and let her son really run the station?"
Andy stretched out his legs on my coffee table as I returned. I thought
about saying something, but quickly decided not to. "The day she dies,
Bailey," he said with a sad shake of his head. "The day she dies."
He took us to a nice seafood restaurant, and afterward, we went to a
showing of "Tootsie." When he asked me if I had seen it, I had to
remind myself not to say, "Oh, I own it on video, I've watched it
dozens of times..." and simply replied, "No. I've heard it's really
funny."
As I expected, Andy was a perfect gentleman, throughout the evening,
always holding doors and pulling out chairs for me. At the movie, he
waited what seemed like a respectable amount of time before trying to
hold my hand and put his arm around me. I snuggled closer to show him I
enjoyed it....very much!
The film was almost over before he kissed me. I felt the same electric
tingle I had felt in his office a few days earlier; if anything. this
was even better.
Back at my apartment, I invited him upstairs for coffee, but he
graciously turned down the invitation. We didn't sleep together on the
second date either, or the third. But on the fourth...well! Let me tell
you that Mr. Andy Travis is quite a lover....strong, yet
gentle.....loving and creative....and nicely limber. He may not have
ever done time as a real cowboy back home in Texas, but believe me, he
could have! He knew how to ride a wildly bucking filly-me!
By this point, everyone at the station was aware of our budding
romance. In a workplace the size of ours, things like that don't stay
secret for very long. Jennifer seemed to be very happy for us, and so
did Les. I think Herb was a little jealous (and here I thought all his
lust was directed toward Jennifer). I sensed a little sadness in
Johnny, too, which didn't surprise me; I always thought he had hidden
feelings for Bailey-for me. Venus was, well Venus-cool, hip, and a bit
distant.
The days passed into weeks, then into months. I seemed to be settling
into a whole new life. I began to entertain thoughts of staying as
Bailey. My romance with Andy was going beautifully; professionally, I
seemed to be gaining more confidence all the time.
With that increased self-assurance, I found myself more willing to take
chances of all kinds. I gradually moved Bailey's work wardrobe out of
the Annie Hall/preppy look toward something more fitting my own tastes;
I began to wear more blouses, skirts and dresses, especially soft
florals and pastels. It wasn't what was considered "professional"
attire in those power-suited mid-80s, but it was what I liked,and what
made me feel feminine.
And if I felt like Andy and I needed a long weekend together, I'd call
in sick for both of us on Thursday night, show up at his place early
Friday with a couple of airline tickets and a packed overnight bag
already in hand.
Everything seemed great until that day in mid-March when Andy called me
into his office. I saw a look on his face that told me he was trying to
contain some kind of strong emotion. "Sit down, Bailey, my darlin'" he
said. "Big news."
"Well," I said with a toss of my long hair. "Are you going to keep me
waiting, Mr. Travis," I said sweetly, "Or do I have to torture you to
find out what's going on?"
"It's WLS in Chicago...they want me to be assistant program director!"
he was practically gushing.
WLS, I knew was one of the country's prime rock and roll
stations....this was an enormous opportunity for Andy. But I couldn't
help but ask, "But...what about...us? I didn't know that you were out
looking."
"Baby, I wasn't! It was a headhunter firm. THEY called ME! Can you
believe it!"
"Well, it's a fabulous opportunity, no doubt about it." I waited for
some word about where, if anywhere, this left our relationship.
"Oh!" he said, as if a switch was suddenly tripped. "About us....well,
gee, I sure hope you'll come to Chicago with me."
My mind was heavy with the question: AND? Live together? Get married?
What? But if he didn't want to answer, I didn't want to ask. I stood up
and said, "I'm very happy for you honey, really I am. I'm going to need
some time to think. I know you've got a lot to deal with right now."
I figured he would be giving his notice to Mr. Carlson. I didn't want
to burden him with the big news I had.
My period was now three days late in starting.
I thought about looking for a home pregnancy test in a drugstore, but I
knew the early ones weren't reliable; I wasn't even sure if they were
on sale yet. Anyway, with so much riding on this, I had made a doctor's
appointment for the next day. I had to be sure.
I tried to get work done that afternoon, but found it hard to
concentrate. It would have been even more difficult had I known about a
conversation going on in the front office at that same time.
Although I don't know the exact dialogue, I can imagine it went
something like this: Andy leaves after giving his notice, thanking Mr. Carlson and wishing him well.
Mr. Carlson scrambles back to his desk, picks up the phone, and dials a
familiar number, and squeals, "Mama? Help!"
After listening to the situation, Mrs. Carlson probably told her son
something like, "Obviously, there's no way to keep from losing Travis.
This is too good an opportunity; we're lucky to have had him for as
long as we have. But we can't afford to lose Quarters, too. There's
only one way to keep her here, and you know what it is, Arthur."
"I do? Oh, sure I do! (pause) "What is it, Mama?"
That would have set the stage for what happened first thing the next
morning, when I walked in, and Jennifer told me that Mr. Carlson wanted
to see me right away.
I knocked, he told me to come in, and asked me to sit down on the
couch. He sat next to me. "Bailey," he said. "I'm sure you know Andy is
leaving us." I nodded. "I don't know where things stand in your
relationship, but I want you to think about something. If for some
reason, you're not going to go to Chicago with him, we'd like you to
stay here....as the new program director."
Now it was my turn to have my breath taken away. "Mr. Carlson, really?
I can't believe it!"
"Bailey, you've grown a lot in the time you've been here, and we have
every confidence in your ability to do the job. We'd love to have you
stay, but I know you have to do what's best for you."
"Can I have a day or two to think things through?"
"Sure."
I left the office more dazed then ever. The final piece of my dilemma
fell into place at the doctor's that afternoon.
I was pregnant!
I phoned the office and told Jennifer I wouldn't be back for the rest
of the day. I had to get home, had to be alone, had to think.
Well, I had wanted to be a woman. A woman with all the joys and
sorrows, all the potential, all the choices....and now I had those
choices to make. Boy did I!
I went to bed, cried, prayed, cried, prayed some more, and finally fell
into a fitful sleep.
The next morning, I woke up with a strangely calm feeling. I knew what
I was going to do, and set out to do it.
First, I met with Andy, and told him that I was pregnant, and that I
wouldn't be going to Chicago with him. Gentleman that he was, he even
offered to marry me! But I told him I didn't want him to marry me out
of any sense of duty; I wanted it to be purely out of love.
"Face it Andy, we've loved each other, for a season, a wonderful
season....but we aren't meant to spend the rest of our lives together."
He had his head down; I think he was fighting back tears. I stood up to
leave, and he stood too; we embraced for a long moment, then I went to
see Mr. Carlson.
I told him that I was willing to accept the job, but that he had to be
willing to deal with a single mother as his new program director! "Oh!
Wow! Uh..." he said.
I put my arms on his shoulders, kissed him on the cheek, and said,
"Thanks, Mr. Carlson. I'll do my best to fulfill your faith in me."
I stuck around as Bailey a couple of more weeks, getting settled into
her new job, and preparing for her motherhood. It seemed like it was
time to move on, although I knew a part of me would always remain at
WKRP.
Alma
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