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Robin's Last Stand
By Paul G. Jutras
For all seventeen years of his life Roger had known he should have been
female. He did everything in his power to convince his mother of that fact.
Even when he tried to be his true self, he met up with an unmoving object.
His mother. He never figured out if it was because she was a bigot or
simply too embarrassed to admit the truth to herself. After years of her
verbal abuse, he had quite enough.
It all started one day as business in the tourist area where he lived seemed
to suddenly dry up. It was extremely slow and Roger was lucky to see a
single shopper come through his cashier line at the grocery store every five
minutes.
"You may go if you want," his manager, Susan, said with a sigh.
Roger looked at his watch and saw that his mother wouldn't expect him
home for another hour. It was a chance to do some shopping and stand up
to his mother about it when he got home. With a thank you to his boss, he
went to the clock and punched out for the say.
"Should I reveal my secret to my boss and risk being fired?" Roger
wondered as he recalled reading how a cross dresser from another branch
of the store chain in another town had been fired. Not the right image their
store wanted to project, it was said.
Since their supermarket didn't sell purses, Roger removed his name tag
and left the building. He went down the strip mall and looked at the prices,
finalyl selecting one he liked. He tried to remember if there were better
prices when he had been window shopping before, but then decided to buy
it.
"How can I help you, Mr. Bucks?" The woman behind the counter asked
as she referred to the store name on Roger's uniform shirt; which she had
eyed.
"I'll... I'll take this." Roger said nervously. In the past he had always bought
his feminine stuff around a holiday or birthday so that a card could be
bought at the same time. The look the woman behind the counter gave him
made his stomach do flip flops. What he bought wasn't hers to judge.
After making it to the car, Roger's heart was pounding in his chest.
Normally he felt more relaxed shopping. "Relax, Roger, relax," he told
himself. "Remember, the doctor said on your last check up that if you
didn't remove the stress from your life; you'd end up having a heart
attack."
Nothing made Roger more nervous that his mother. He got in his car and
drove across the parking lot to the drug store. He wanted to made sure
nobody saw him carrying a purse while he was dressed as a man, even if
the outfit he had on was the unisex uniform all store employees wore. An
outfit he was once mistaken for a girl from behind in. "Forget how you're
currently dressed," he told himself. "In and out, you can do it."
Roger went into the drug store and eyed the cashier waiting on some
customers. He moved his way over to some T-shirts and pretended to look
at them while eyeing the cardboard containers of nylons beside the shirt.
Making sure that nobody was looking in his direction, he examined the
sizes, made his selection and took it with him in his hand basket.
Hethen\looked at the women's razors and grabbed one, along with some
shaving gel. All his life he used electric razors and hoped he could shave
with a straight one without killing himself.
As he headed for the counter, he saw a magazine on hair styles and picked
it up. He nervously waited in line with the idea that all eyes were on him,
and him alone. He wished so much he could have currently dressed up at
the time of doing the shopping. He also remembered how many times he
had seen in his own store some guy buying tampons and other items that
he had figured as being for a wife or girlfriend, and hoped the woman
waiting on him would think the same. "Come on, come on," he thought as
the items were scanned and bagged.
He couldn't feel relief just yet. Now it was time to face his own mother. It
would be sooner than he thought since when he got home, his mother was
reading on the front porch.
"They let you out early, Roger," Mary said with a smile. "Give me the keys
and I'll put the car in the garage for you. I still don't trust you not to drive
in straight."
"What have you got there?" she asked as Roger stepped out with a
shopping bag in hand. At that moment, Roger felt his mouth go dry and his
heart leap into his throat. He wanted to speak, but the words got caught in
the passage.
"S...Something I wanted to buy for myself." Roger squeaked out and he
slung the purse strap over his shoulder and looked in the horror on his
mothers face. "I asked you for ten Christmases n a row to buy me a purse.
This year I didn't ask, but only because I'd hoped after our talks that you'd
get the hint yourself."
"You're never going to be a woman in this house!" Mary said firmly. "You
can't be serious about becoming one. First of all, you'd make an ugly one.
And second, the idea would give your father a heart attack. Do you want
that?"
"You know mom, I'm tired of you preaching to me!" Roger said as he
summoned the courage to say what he felt. "All my life it's been the same
re-run coming out of your mouth. I'm sick of trying to figure out if you're
just too embarrassed to admit the truth to yourself or if you're some kind of
-bigot."
Mary just stood in stunned silence as her son spoke back to her for the
first\time in his life. She didn't know what to say or what to do. That bit of
golden silence was music to Roger's ears.
"You know, I don't care anymore." Roger said firmly. "It's my life and I
know I've been meant to ahve been born a girl since the age of three. I will
live my life the way I want to live it and the only way you're going to stop
me is if you're filled with enough hatred to blow my head off with a gun.
You'll have to kill me to stop me from being what I've always known I was
meant to be."
"Roger, do you want to give your father a heart attack when he finds out?"
Mary said as she followed Roger into the house.
"Can't even call me Robin, can you?" Roger said with anger. "Since the
doctors said that if I don't mellow from the stress you cause me, I could be
the one to die of a heart attack. Not that you care if I live or die."
"You don't mean that." Mary protested. "You know that I love you and
only looking after your best interests."
"I'm old enough to know what's best for me, mother." Roger shouted back.
"You have a funny way of showing you love me. If you truly did, you'd
respect my choice in life, if you agreed with it or not."
"You're never going to wear a skirt or dress in this house, young man."
Mary glared at him with hopes her threats of disowning him would snap
him back to his senses.
"I just said that your two choices are a dead son or a live daughter." Roger
glared harshly into his mothers eyes. "Do I take it from that last statement
you'd prefer a dead son? Are you really so full of hate?"
The two were at a standoff with neither giving a inch. Mary didn't know
what to do with her son and Roger was out of patience and ideas into how
to make her see things his way. Mary let out a sigh and collapsed on the
couch, shaking her head in disbelief that her next words could mean the
difference between her kid living or dying.
"You wouldn't really kill yourself would you?" She asked, ready to call a
doctor in order to help talk him out of doing anything rash. She hoped to
talk him out of changing his sex and accept himself as a male.
"I love you very much and never wanted to hurt you like this." Roger let
out a sigh of his own. "That's why I suffered in emotional pain as I have.
But as I said, it's my life to live as I want. You can't live it for me forever
no matter how much you wish. You know I'll never be happy the way I
am."
Mary just stared at the pain in her son's eyes and felt totally defeated.
"Being a woman means this much to you, doesn't it?"
"I wouldn't put you through so much pain if it didn't," Roger said as they
started to make phone calls to start the transition process of hormone
replacements and doctor appointments. As his mother helped teach him
how to apply make up and dress with blouses that buttoned in the back,
she saw her new daughter, Robin's, face light up like never before. A light
of happiness that shined from within. Happiness that spread and made
Mary feel better for the first time since learning of her son's feelings.
THE END
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