The Christmas Wish
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Roberta's Christmas Wish
By Paul G. Jutras
Every year Robert enjoyed spending Christmas with his parents. For the 31
year old, this year would be different. In September he had told his mother
of his plans to become a woman. She was hurt to say the least. As he
finished his morning shower and stood before the bathroom mirror in his
underwear, his look was a mixture of disgust and fear. As he ran his hand
through his hair, he hoped to get started on hormone replacement therapy
before he began to get thin on top. He often found hair on the pages of
books he read and on he bathroom floor, and that worried him.
As he put his foot up on the side of the bathtub, he began to spread
shaving cream on his legs. Before he could take a razor to it, his mother
opened the door. Robert quickly grabbed a towel and covered his flat
chest. "Mother, please!"
"What are you doing!" Robert's mother cried out. "I thought we've been
over this. You'd make one ugly woman and your father would never
understand. Why do you think I had you go to the barber shop yesterday?
If you try to tell your father, you're out of the family for good!"
With tears on his face, Robert just wiped the shaving cream from his legs,
His mother's harsh words made her sound like a bigot to his ears and made
him want to slit his own throat. To him, it really sounded like she preferred
to have a dead son over a live daughter. Instead of going for a knife, he
decided to drown his sorrows in a powdered doughnut.
As Robert wiped away the tears, he got out the metal cookie cutters and
started to help his mother in baking the cookies for when his dad got home
that afternoon. His dad had been a military captain and was on his way
home from a mission in Turkey. Robert had considered talking to his dad
by E-mail, but with the troubles around the globe, all messages going in
and out were screened.
When his father did show up in his white dress uniform, Robert went up
and gave him a big hug. With a pat on his back, Robert let go of his father
with the happy feeling of him being home, alive and well. "Is there
anything new with you?" he asked Robert.
"No." Robert lied.
"How are things going?" his dad asked.
"Fine." Robert said, with each lie feeling like another nail in his coffin.
Robert hated to lie, but had promised his mother not to talk to his dad
about his feelings. He was all twisted up inside. Robert's dad, unaware of
his son's inner turmoil, admired the angel that Robert bought his mother
for the Christmas tree.
After a beer and relaxing with the news on television, Robert and his
mother went off to Burger King for supper. As they pulled up to the
drive-thru, Robert felt more frustration as the woman running the order
window couldn't seem to hear well and had to have the order repeated to
ensure that he got his Lord of the Rings goblet. Robert wanted the
feminine elf but before he could ask for it, his mother chose the Fordo
Hobbit for him.
After supper, the family gathered around the Christmas tree to hand out
presents. While Robert would have liked Barbie or Powerpuff Girl
wrapping paper, he ended up with Pokemon paper. While he hoped for
female things, beside a TV/ VCR combo, he got male pajamas, underwear
and the like. Each gift depressed him more than the last. The final item
was a Marvel comics super hero T-shirt.
The next day, his parents went off to their grandparents for a 24-hour visit.
Since Robert had that day off work, the first thing he did was go into the
bathroom and shave his legs. He followed that up by painting his toenails
red. He had to keep pushing his cat away from sniffing his wet nails. He
then got dressed in open toe shoes, a red Christmas sweater with snowmen
and pine trees, and black slacks.
"Donna." Robert said as he went to his mom's best friend next door as
Roberta. "Tomorrow I'm telling dad how I was always meant to be a
woman. Since mom would never go shopping with me, I wondered if
you'd help me pick out something nice before the stress drives me insane?"
"Oh...okay." Donna said in shock. "Just let me get my purse."
At the mall the two went from store to store. Thanks to the 25 percent off
coupons with the chocolate Robert got at J.C. Penny's, he picked up a new
purse along with a $59.99 blue velvet dress in tall, along with a red $39
turtleneck and $34 sleek- fitting Hollywood pants in camel shade.
"How are these pants?" Roberta asked as he stood in a red rib knit
turtleneck and low- rise stonewashed flare jeans. He was holding a blue
novelty T-shirt with the word "Princess" written across the chest.
"Great." Donna nodded, not knowing what else to do.
"Come on." Roberta said, slipping into Ronda by Mudd 5 1/2 polyester
lining one-inch platform boots.
"Sorry." Donna said as she put down an animal print skirt set. "This is a
little much to handle. I never expected that you... that."
"I understand." Roberta's cherry red lips smiled. "Let me pick up some
Chynna sandals at Payless and we'll head home."
That evening Roberta slipped off her heels and stretched her polished toes.
Not having the confiding shoes or any stockings was wonderful on her
feet. She crossed her bracelet adorned ankle with the other and began
typing at the computer.
"Dear Mom and Dad,
I understand if I've been a disappointment for you. If you hate me enough to
wish me dead, I'd understand. I sometimes want myself dead ever since I
first came out to mom. She has verbally abused me to the point that I even
considered taking her to court once or twice. But mostly I feel like I failed
myself as well as you. That why; as you realized, that I have been
depressed at times. Why did mom made me feel like cutting myself or
electrocuting myself? I would have walked into the street to become road
kill if one of you hadn't grabbed my arm on more than one occasion. I just
know that I've always been meant to be a woman and the only way to stop
me is through my death. I write this in tears in case this become my last
will when you read this tomorrow. If you do kill me, that you honor my
last request to be buried in a dress.
Your loving daughter,
Roberta."
The next day Robert went to work in his unisex uniform all the men and
women at his place of employment wore. He found it hard to concentrate,
wondering what his parents would think of his message. When he got
home, he found his parents waiting for him. "What is the meaning of this!"
Robert's father shouted. "You're no son of mine! I want you out of here
now and never to set foot inside again!"
"Dad, I had hoped you'd understand." Robert said in tears. Instead of
running out the door or to his room, he ran to the kitchen. Pulling a knife
out of the drawer, he held up his arm and slit it until blood came gushing
out. "You prefer a dead son to a live daughter, huh." Robert said in tears.
"You can have it that way."
With that, he drove the blade into his gut. The room spun, he blacked out
and collapsed to the ground. When Robert woke up, he was in a hospital
bed. His bandages and the operation wound made it hard for Robert to
speak or breathe.
"He's waking up." Robert heard his mother say. "What were you
thinking?" she asked sadly. "Were you really in that much pain?"
Robert nodded, and spoke with effort. "When I cut myself at work and
went to the doctor's for a shot, I was told that I was suffering from such
stress from you; mom, that it was only a matter of time before I suffered a
heart attack. That's why with dad talking about retiring I had to throw all
risks against the wall and speak up...Even if it meant my life."
"It really means that much to you?" Robert's father said quietly. Robert
nodded and reached out to take some papers his father had for him.. "I still
don't approve or understand, but I don't want you to kill yourself either.
That's why signing this paper will officially change your name to Roberta
and the other will start you on H.R.T. I just hope you don't regret this
choice."
As the papers were signed, Robert was officially dead and only Roberta
remained.
THE END
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