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Family Values
(c) 2003 by Nom de Plume
Dear Kit,
This is the most difficult letter I've ever written. I only wish
I had the strength to tell you what I am about to say in person,
but I don't have that kind of courage. That's why this letter is
wrapped around a video cassette. A picture is worth a thousand
words.
Before you put the cassette in your VCR, let me try to prepare
you for what you are about to see. The woman who will be speaking
to you in a few seconds is me.
I didn't want this to happen, and I can't tell you how many times
I've tried to overcome the impulses that have led me beyond the
point of no return. I have to choose between living a lie and
being true to myself. Living the lie would be so much easier on
everybody but me. I suppose what I am about to do is selfish, but
I have only one life to live, and I am going to live it as a
woman.
You have been my lover, and now I hope that you will be my
friend. All my love,
Chris
Kit was in a state of shock as she crumpled up the letter and put the
tape into her VCR. With shaking hands, she fumbled with the remote
until the set came on. Her jaw dropped as she stared at the image on
her television screen, and she collapsed onto the sofa as the tape
played on.
"Hello, Kit," said the nice-looking girl staring into the camera. She
was perched on the same sofa where Kit now sat, her dress pulled primly
down over her knees. Her voice was husky, but with a feminine lilt to
it that betrayed nothing. She appeared to be extremely nervous as she
brushed a stray hair away from her familiar face with a delicate
gesture.
Familiar, yes, but so utterly different! Chris's blue eyes were now
framed by long lashes and arched brows, and his cheeks and lips had a
rosy glow. His long hair was styled into a perky shag, and the hands
folded in the lap of his dress had polished nails.
Her dress, Kit corrected herself as she stared at the screen. The
person looking back at her was a total stranger now. How could Chris
have kept this from her? For over a year, as they progressed from
casual acquaintances to friends and finally to lovers, he had given no
inkling of his secret life. How could she have been so blind?
Kit stared, mesmerized, as Chris spoke into the camera. "I won't blame
you if you hate me for hiding this from you. Before I met you, I used
to dress up nights and weekends. I've been doing this since I got out
of school. Even before then, I used to fantasize about being a girl,
ever since I snuck into my mother's closet and tried on some of her
clothes when I was a kid. It used to turn me on, and even now I still
get a rush from it, but that's not the reason I'm doing this now."
The girl sat back on the sofa and crossed her silky legs. "When we
started going out, I forgot all about Chrissy, and I really thought
that you had cured me somehow. But more and more, I've found myself
longing to become her again, and not just part time, but for keeps. I
would have done this sooner if it weren't for the way I knew it would
make you feel. Even if this hurts you now, it's better that you know
about me so you can get on with your life. Goodbye, Kit. I'll always
love you."
Kit stared at the blank screen as tears rolled down her cheeks. She
didn't know how long she had been sitting there when she heard a knock
on the door. Like a zombie, she got up from the sofa and walked across
the room. When she opened the door, she got her second shock of the
day. Standing in front of her, wearing the same dress she wore when she
made the videotape, was Chris.
"I'm sorry I didn't have the balls to tell you in person, but I guess
that's part of the problem," she said with a rueful smile. "Do you mind
if I come in?" Before Kit could answer, Chris stepped inside and closed
the door.
Kit's hurt and confusion were released in a sudden explosion. "You
bastard!" she cried. "How could you do this?" She was shaking
uncontrollably when Chris took her into her arms, and despite herself,
she hugged Chris back as she sobbed. "I loved you! Why are you doing
this to me?"
Chris led her over to the sofa and sat down beside her. "Kit, this
isn't about you," she said softly. "If you weren't such an amazing
girl, I never would have been able to give up being Chrissy, if only
for a little while. You made a man out of me, and I'll always be
grateful for that."
"Then why do this to yourself? Think about what you're giving up."
"Believe me, I know what I'm giving up, and what I'm going to get in
return. It's worth it to me."
"What's so great about being a woman, anyway?" she sniffed.
"If you only knew how many times I looked at you and dreamed that I
could be you."
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe I'd want to trade places with
you? You've been so caught up in your own fantasies, I'll bet that
never even occurred to you."
"You mean you like me this way?"
Kit stood up and towered over Chrissy, her voice deep and commanding.
"This isn't about you. Somebody has to wear the pants around here. Help
me change, and I'll show you what it's like to be treated like a lady.
And when we get home, I'll make a woman out of you."
Kit took Chrissy by the hand and led her into the bedroom, which they
used to share. She discovered that all of Chris's clothes were piled up
in boxes on the floor.
"I just came back to pick up my stuff," Chrissy explained. "I never
expected you to..."
Kit cut her off. "The trouble with you, Missy, is that you're too
wrapped up in yourself. You never even thought about how I might feel
about your little secret. Well, there are two people in this
relationship, and one of them loves you too much to let you get away.
Even if that requires some drastic changes on my part."
"I can't ask you to do that, Kit."
"Dammit! You're not doing the asking! I'm doing the telling! Now make
yourself useful by finding me some clothes that will fit me," she said,
pointing to the boxes on the floor. "A turtleneck and some khakis, for
starters. And that pair of brown loafers I used to dig on you. Oh, and
don't forget some underwear and sox."
Chrissy pressed her knees together as she crouched down in her dress
and heels and began to sift through her old clothing. She found what
she was looking for, and when she looked up, Kit's face was flushed
with excitement. "If I didn't know better, I could swear that this was
turning you on," she said.
"You're damn right it's turning me on," Kit said as Chrissy stood up
and handed over her old things. "I've always wanted to be a boy, ever
since I was a little girl. I can't believe you're going to give up
being a guy and put up with everything that comes with being a woman,
but if you wanna trade places, let's go for it!" In her heels, Chrissy
was slightly taller than Kit, who reached up and kissed her hard on the
mouth. Chrissy felt herself becoming aroused as Kit slid her hands
around her waist and squeezed her butt. Kit sensed it too, and she
broke off the clinch. "Later," she said.
***
An hour later, Kit sat anxiously with a towel draped around her
shoulders while Chrissy put the finishing touches on her haircut. "I
better not look like a pansy," she said when Chrissy stepped back to
admire her handiwork.
"I don't go out with pansies," Chrissy replied as she pointed Kit
towards the mirror on the back of her closet door. Kit got out of the
chair and walked over to the closet. Her look of apprehension changed
to a broad smile when she surveyed herself in the mirror.
"Is that really me?" she asked as Chrissy moved next to her.
Looking willowy in her dress, heels and stockings, Chrissy nodded as
she took the arm of the handsome young man standing next to her. With
naturally broad shoulders, taped breasts and slim hips, Kit had a gleam
in his eye as he said over and over to himself, "I'm a guy."
"You're my guy," Chrissy said as she kissed Kit on the cheek. "Now,
what was that you said about treating me like a lady?"
Without a word, Kit removed his wallet from his purse and stuffed it
into a back pocket. Chrissy fell in behind him as they headed for the
door. It took Chrissy a moment to realize that Kit was holding it open
for her.
They rode in silence down the elevator, each lost in thought. I can't
believe I let her cut off all my hair, Kit said to himself. I can't
believe she's - I mean he's - really doing this, Chrissy thought. God,
she looks hot, Kit thought as he stared at Chrissy's legs. I'd swear he
was staring at my legs, Chrissy said to herself.
Another door, another awkward moment, and they emerged onto the crowded
sidewalk. Chrissy took Kit's arm and they strolled side by side, with
no destination in particular, drawing admiring glances from the
passersby. "Hungry?" Kit asked when they approached a little Italian
restaurant that used to be their favorite.
"Famished," Chrissy said. "Let's see if Mario recognizes us.
Mario didn't, and they had a delightful dinner as they slowly got to
know each other all over again. Over pasta and wine, Chrissy recounted
her tortured youth as a young woman trapped in a man's body. She cried
when she told Kit how grateful she was for the pure joy she experienced
when they made love, even though she knew deep in her heart that the
feelings were fleeting.
Kit squeezed her thigh and told her it was okay. Then he confided in
her about his own sexual ambivalence as he grew into a young woman.
There was something gentle and unthreatening about Chris that had drawn
Kit to him. As they bared their souls, they realized something that
both had sensed all along. Birds of a feather, they had found their
soul mates.
Maybe it was the wine, but Kit kept sliding his hand up Chrissy's
skirt. He was surprised when Chrissy pressed it against her aching
penis, and she shuddered as she whispered in his ear, "What was that
you said about making a woman out of me?" Kit was speechless for a few
seconds before he realized that she was waiting for him to ask for the
check.
Their hearts were racing as they walked back to their apartment. They
were no sooner inside when their hands started tearing at each others'
clothes, at once familiar and unfamiliar, and they started to undress
each other on their way to the bedroom. Slowly, lovingly, Kit caressed
Chrissy's smooth legs as he eased off her stockings, and then he rolled
her onto her stomach and pulled her panties down to her knees. When she
heard Kit reach into the nightstand for the vibrator, Chrissy closed
her eyes in sweet anticipation.
Before the night was over, Chrissy had her womanhood, and Kit had a
plan.
***
Kit woke up first the next morning, his body entwined with Chrissy's,
just like always. The only thing different about them was their hair,
Kit mused as he played with Chrissy's tangled shag. For the first time
in memory, Kit looked forward to not having to shampoo, condition and
style his own hair. Freedom!
Chrissy rolled over and smiled. Kit took one look at her face, and
started to giggle. "What's wrong?" Chrissy asked.
Kit ran a finger playfully over the stubble on Chrissy's chin. "My baby
needs a shave," he said.
"Nothing that a little hormone therapy can't take care of," Chrissy
said as she tweaked a nipple on one of Kit's breasts. Kit moaned, and
when he reached down for Chrissy's penis, it jumped at his touch.
"Let's do it the old fashioned way, for old time's sake," Chrissy said
as she climbed on top of Kit. Time stood still as their bodies rose and
fell in unison until they exploded in simultaneous orgasms.
They lay together in silence for a long time. Kit was deep in thought.
"Maybe those hormones aren't such a good idea," he finally said.
"What do you mean?"
"Think about it. We just had perfect sex, how many times? I lost count
at five. Anyway, if you start taking hormones, you're gonna lose your
drive along with that stubble of yours. Are you sure you want that?"
"I want to become a woman, Kit."
"I know, but there are different stages in life. I wouldn't say this if
I didn't love you so much, but I'm going through a few changes myself,
and I just wonder if we shouldn't slow things down a bit."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, have you ever thought about having kids?"
"I'd love to have a family. I know I won't be able to have any of my
own after the operation, but... hey, wait a minute! Are you going where
I think you're going?"
Kit slid off the bed and kneeled down, taking Chrissy's hand as he
looked up into her eyes. "Chrissy, will you marry me?"
"Yes! Oh Kit, you've made me the happiest person in the world!"
***
Later that morning, over coffee and croissants at the Corner Bakery,
Kit and Chrissy took stock of their lives. Chrissy, looking foxy in one
of Kit's leather skirts with a matching vest, made a list while Kit,
resembling a young executive in his blazer and slacks, rattled off
things to be done:
1. Wedding: Next month in Las Vegas. Keep our given names for the
marriage license, and switch places for the ceremony.
2. Families:
3. Jobs: Notify the airline after making sure the Association of
Flight Attendants will support us.
4. Residence: Find new apartment.
5. Kids.
"Hmmm," Chrissy said. "Looks like everything's falling into place,
except the things that matter the most."
"My dad has already had two heart attacks since my mother died," Kit
said. "Another one would kill him. He'll be okay when he learns that
his only daughter ran off to Vegas to get married. Maybe I'll just
leave it at that."
"That may work for you, but what about my mother and stepfather?"
"Come on, your mom is the coolest lady I've ever met. Remember when we
worked that flight together from Tampa to KCI, and she was on it? We
practically made her an honorary member of the crew."
"I remember," Chrissy said with a smile, "but that doesn't mean she'll
be cool with this."
"Trust what used to be my female intuition. She'll be just fine with
us. Especially when we tell her about her grandchild."
"You and those kids again. Don't you think you're jumping the gun just
a bit?"
"As a matter of fact, no. I'm not."
"What do you mean?"
"You're pretty dense for a girl," Kit sighed. We're pregnant, Chrissy."
"We're what?"
"I found out yesterday. That's where I was while you were parading in
front of your video camera. At the doctor's."
"You mean I'm going to be a father?"
"Are you asking me whether it's yours?"
"No, no. It's just so... overwhelming. We're going to have a baby! Are
you sure you're ready for this?" Chrissy asked.
"I wasn't at first. When I found out I was going to be an unwed mother,
my first reaction was to have an abortion. Then I got home to find out
that my boyfriend was dumping me to become a woman."
"If I'd only known..."
"These aren't life passages, Chrissy, these are bobsled runs. Maybe
that's why I took the bull by the horns last night. Aren't you glad I
did?"
"I just can't believe it. What are we going to do?"
"Here's the way I see it," Kit said. "We get married in Vegas, have a
long honeymoon in Hawaii, and then I go on maternity leave. You go back
to being Chris until the airline signs off on our change in status. I
mean, somebody's got to be the breadwinner around here."
"Do you really want me to do that?"
"This isn't about you, or me either. We have another person to think
about now, Chrissy. You can start in on those hormones as soon as we
get back from Hawaii. While you're doing your swan song as Chris,
blimpo here will be getting our place ready. I'm gonna need a lot of
help."
Chrissy loved the way Kit was taking charge of their lives, and her
eyes were brimming with tears. "I'll do anything you ask."
"As soon as I get home from the hospital, you can go on paternity
leave, and with any luck, by then you'll be ready to start nursing.
Instead of getting my old figure back, I'll keep right on going until I
have my new one. I'll go back to work as soon as I can, and you can
stay home with the kid."
"You sound like a cross between Ozzie Nelson and Ozzy Osbourne."
"Our family, our values. Life's what you make it, Chrissy."
And so they did.
By the author of The Jessica Project.
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