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Extended Family Values
© 2004 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
Jerry read and reread the letter, trying to fathom what his mother was
trying to tell his father. Obviously she had written this to him on the
verge of a breakup years ago and they had gotten back together. What
was on the video tape that was wrapped inside the letter? And what was
the meaning of the next to last sentence?
"I have only one life to life and I am going to live it as a woman."
Was she telling him that he wasn't man enough for her? It was hard to
believe that Captain Kit Parker, the dashing airline pilot, was
anything but a stud. But on more than one occasion, Jerry had stolen
glances at his father's package and it did look kind of odd.
As he tossed and turned through the night, Jerry came to an inescapable
conclusion. His mother had threatened to break up with his father
because he was unable to fulfill her as a woman. Somehow, they had
reconciled and gotten married. Which meant that Jerry was adopted.
***
Chrissy Parker tossed and turned in bed next to her husband. Although
he was tired from his trip, he was unable to sleep, knowing that
something was obviously upsetting her.
"What's wrong, babe?" he asked softly.
She rolled over and tried to make out his face in the dim light. It was
still as beautiful as it was on the day they were married and she
reached out and touched his cheek. The hint of stubble on his chin
always fascinated her.
"Come on, I know when something's bugging you," he said. "Are you that
upset about Jerry having a girl in his room?"
"No," she said. "I don't think that's what happened tonight."
"I don't get it."
"After we finished talking to Jerry, I noticed something strange in my
closet."
"What do you mean?"
"One of my skirts was hanging at an odd angle and when I went to
straighten it out, I almost tripped over a shoebox. So I got a little
curious and when I looked in my hamper, I found the stockings I wore
last Sunday on top of the things I wore yesterday. Somebody has been
into my clothes."
"Oh oh."
"At first I thought maybe the girl Jerry had over was trying on my
things, but that doesn't make any sense."
"Which leaves one possibility."
"Unless you've been dressing up for old time's sake."
"That would be a little hard, considering that I was on a trip."
"Our son has been wearing my clothes."
Kit started to laugh. For the second time that night, Chrissy was
furious with him. "I suppose you find this amusing," she said.
"Well, you have to admit, it is kind of funny."
"You think it's funny that our son is a crossdresser?"
"It takes one to know one. I wonder if it's heredity or environment?"
"Kit, this is serious. We have to talk to him."
"And just exactly what do you propose to say?"
***
Breakfast the next morning at the Parker house was noteworthy for the
lack of conversation around the kitchen table. As soon as Jerry
finished wolfing down his cereal, he was off to school and his parents
reminded him to come straight home afterwards. They were driving to
Cincinnati to pick up his grandmother and they would expect to find him
in his room when they returned that evening.
One of the plusses of being grounded was that Jerry would have the
house to himself for a few hours. He was fixated with learning
something about his birth parents, so he resolved to search for
information to back up his theory. After he got home from school, he
started with the box in the basement where he had discovered the letter
and video cassette. After a futile half hour, he realized that the VCR
machine was broken, which explained why it had been replaced by a DVD
player. He put the letter and cassette back where he found them and
retreated to his parents' bedroom to look for clues.
He knew that there was a strongbox on the shelf in his mother's closet
full of old papers and souvenirs. When he opened her closet door, he
was overwhelmed by the skirts and dresses hanging before him. After his
close call the night before, he had sworn never to try them on again,
but suddenly the urge was irresistible. What the heck, they wouldn't be
back for hours...
Jerry's pulse was racing as he tore off his clothes.
***
Jerry's grandmother, sitting the back seat of the Parker's BMW, could
tell that something was wrong. Normally Kit and Chrissy bantered
nonstop with her when they got together, but this afternoon barely a
word was spoken as they drove through the Indiana countryside.
When she could stand it no longer, she said abruptly, "Tell me what's
wrong."
Chrissy turned around and put on a forced smile. "Nothing's wrong,
Mom."
"Come on, you two. I can read you both. Is it something about Jerry?"
"Mom, do you remember that Halloween when I dressed up as a girl?"
"Yes, you were in junior high. I recall how much fun it was to pick out
things for you to wear and how darling you looked."
"Do you think that's why I turned out the way I did?"
"Of course not. Plenty of boys dress up as girls for Halloween or for
plays or just to have fun and nothing comes of it. I'm no psychiatrist,
but I never thought your desire to become a woman had anything to do
with me or anything your father did for that matter. It was just meant
to be."
"Jerry snuck into my closet and dressed up in my clothes last night."
"What did you say when you saw him?"
"Nothing. I figured it out after I found things out of place in my
closet."
"So he doesn't know that you know?"
"That's right."
"My advice is to keep it that way. That's what I did."
"What?"
"The reason I'm sure that Halloween didn't matter is that I already
knew that you were trying on my clothes for years, way before that
night."
"You did?"
"Of course."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"I don't know. Perhaps I was afraid of traumatizing you. In retrospect,
maybe things would have worked out differently if I'd confronted you,
but somehow I doubt it."
Kit finally spoke. "That sounds like a vote for heredity."
"Heredity, environment, who really knows? Have you ever figured out why
you always wanted to be a boy? Can't you just be thankful that you both
had the courage of your convictions and the good fortune to find each
other?"
"What shall we do about Jerry?" her daughter asked.
"That depends on whether you are prepared to let him choose his own
path."
Kit and Chrissy looked at each other. "Of course we are," Kit said.
"We'd be pretty big hypocrites if we didn't."
"Then why don't you let it be. That's what I did and your wife turned
out just fine."
***
Jerry's hands were shaking as he reached behind his back to zip up his
mother's dress. Finally he got it all the way to the top and he paused
to look at his reflection in the mirror before putting on some shoes.
The dress was yellow and it brushed the tops of his knees as he turned
this way and that to admire his slim figure and shimmering legs. He
kept his eye on his reflection while he slid his stockinged feet into a
pair of white heels, overwhelmed by feelings of joy and yearning.
Her lingered at his mother's vanity this time, experimenting with eye
liner and shadow along with a darker shade of lipstick. When he was
finished, his face was even prettier than he remembered it from the
night before. He found a yellow ribbon to match his dress, which he
tied in a bow on top of his head after using it to pin his hair behind
his ears.
For the longest time, he was content just to walk from room to room,
charged up by the electric feeling of nylon and lace against his skin.
Eventually he remembered what had brought him into his mother's closet
and he was excited to have a project to carry out as a girl. Jerry knew
that his mother kept the key to the strongbox above the doorjamb and
aided by his high heels, he was able to reach up and retrieve the key.
Then he took down the strongbox and carried it into the guestroom,
where he sat down on the bed after carefully tucking his legs beneath
his dress. He inserted the key into the lock and opened the box.
Sifting through some insurance policies and the title to his father's
BMW, he found his Cook County Certificate of Live Birth, duly recording
the entry of Jerome Parker into the world thirteen years earlier. His
father and mother were listed as Christopher and Kaitlynn Parker. That
didn't make any sense at all! Jerry knew that his father had taken his
mother's maiden name after they were married, which although unusual
was hardly unheard of. It was their first names that threw him.
Totally confused, he continued to search through the rest of the items
in the box. Near the bottom, he found his parents' Marriage License. It
was issued in Clark County, Nevada seven months before he was born.
Wow, he said to himself, they had a shotgun wedding! Then it hit him.
The couple to be married was identified as Mr. Christopher David Parker
and Miss Kaitlynn Anne Mayo. According to this, his father was the
bride and his mother was the groom...
He was holding the birth certificate and marriage license in the lap of
his dress when his grandmother entered the guestroom. Without batting
an eye, she walked over to the bed and kissed him on the forehead.
"Hello, dear. You look lovely," she said. Then she returned to the
hall, where Kit was just carrying her suitcase up the stairs. "I'll be
down in a few minutes," she said. "I want to spend a little time with
my grandson."
Before he could respond, she took her suitcase from his hand and closed
the door in his face.
***
Chrissy was beside herself when she saw her closet. "He's been at it
again!" she said to her husband, who had just walked into the bedroom.
"How do you know?"
"Well, there's an open shoebox, for starters. Let's see, our son is
wearing my white Joyce Selby pumps. What else...my yellow dress is
missing and it looks like he's been in my hamper again."
"Like father, like son," Kit said. "He's with your mother in the
guestroom right now."
"Did you see him?"
"No, she closed the door before I had a chance."
"I'm going in there!"
"No, you're not. Jerry is in very good hands. The best thing for us to
do is give him a little space."
"I don't get it, Kit. Yesterday you were full of yourself because you
thought our son was a stud. Now you don't seem at all concerned that
he's going to turn out like..."
"Like his father?" Kit asked softly.
Chrissy started to break down. "I just don't want him to have to go
through all the pain and suffering that I did. Why can't somebody
around here just act normal?"
"You're acting normal, Chrissy. You sound like any mother who's afraid
that her son or daughter is... different."
"That's just great, Kit. How can you be so damn smug about this?"
Kit knew when not to argue with her and he was about to leave the
closet when he saw the gap on her shelf. "Don't you keep our papers in
your closet?"
"Yes, they're in that metal box up on the shelf... oh my God!"
***
Jerry hung his head in shame as his grandmother sat down next to him on
the bed. "Can I tell you a story?" she asked, brushing a loose strand
of hair away from his eyes. "It's about a boy your age, who always
wondered what it would be like to be a girl."
"Are you talking about Mom?"
"Why, yes," she said. "How did you know?"
Jerry showed her his parents' marriage license. "You never know what
you'll find when you snoop in your mother's closet."
Then he started to cry. Tears ran down his face and his body began to
shake with sobs. She took him into her arms and stroked his long hair,
wondering what she could possibly say to him.
"That was quite a wedding," she said when his tears finally subsided.
"Kick off your heels and I'll tell you all about it."
***
"Stop standing there like an idiot and help me zip up this dress,"
Chrissy said with exasperation. They were standing in the Bridal
Dressing Room at the Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel, which was
tastefully decorated in wrought iron and red velour.
"I thought it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride's dress
before the ceremony," Kit said, nuzzling the back of Chrissy's neck
while he tugged on her zipper.
"Stop that! Let's try to pretend that I'm a virgin for once, okay?"
"A virgin bride in Las Vegas? The odds on that are about as long as
drawing an inside straight at Binion's."
"Shut up or I'll make you wear this stupid dress! At least then our
wedding pictures will match our marriage license."
"Too late. I already shelled out eighty bucks to rent this tux and
besides, I don't think I'd look very good in that dress with this
haircut."
"I can wear the tux and we'll get a veil for your head."
"Is that what you really want?"
She turned around and kissed Kit gently on the lips and he kissed her
back hard. "Of course not, dummy," she said after they came up for air.
"I'm just nervous, that's all. It isn't every day a girl gets married."
"How's your mother holding up?"
"Amazingly well. You'd think it was the most natural thing in the
world, learning that her son was going to be a bride."
"Has she seen you yet?"
"You mean as Chrissy?"
"Yeah. Has she ever seen you in a dress?"
"Nope." Chrissy steadied herself on Kit's shoulder while she stepped
into her white heels. "Wait, I take that back. There was that one
Halloween when I was a kid," she said.
"Sounds like there's a story there somewhere."
"Believe me; she never knew her son wished he was her daughter."
"Are you sure? I mean, the way she took it in her stride when you told
her about us..."
"Positive." Chrissy straightened Kit's tie and smoothed down a lick of
his hair. "I think you're ready for those wedding pictures, handsome."
"I hope you like the arrangements I made. See you in the chapel."
After Kit left, Chrissy made some final adjustments to her hair and
makeup before she followed him into the chapel. Her jaw dropped when
she realized what he had done.
Kit was waiting for her at the altar of the Viva Las Vegas Wedding
Chapel. He had selected the Elvis/Blue Hawaii wedding package, which
included two hula dancers and an Elvis impersonator as the minister.
Mrs. Parker was yukking it up with the handful of flight attendants who
were able to make it to the ceremony. One of them broke away to escort
the bride down the aisle.
"What has he done?" Chrissy gasped.
"Come on, the last thing you guys should have is a conventional
wedding! Kit thought this would be a nice segway to your Hawaiian
honeymoon. After the Elvis impersonator performs the ceremony, he's
going to sing 'Blue Hawaii' while you get into your stretch limo."
Chrissy had a stricken look on her face as she walked down the aisle.
***
"Is that how it really happened?" Jerry asked his grandmother.
He was sitting Injun-style on her bed, laughing so hard that his sides
hurt. He looked down and blushed as he tugged his dress back down over
his legs.
"Oh, yes. Now you know why you haven't seen any wedding pictures of
your parents. But it just so happens I have one with me." She reached
into her purse, pulled out her wallet and produced a dog-eared color
photograph of Kit, Chrissy and Elvis standing next to a fake palm tree.
Jerry burst out laughing again, so loud that his parents heard him
through the door.
"What's going on in there?" Chrissy asked.
"I'm just sharing a little family history with my grandson. We'll let
you know when you can come in," she said. Then, with a whimsical smile,
she whispered, "They know all about your dressing up."
"They do?"
"Shall we let them in?" she asked.
Jerry got off the bed, stepped into his heels and put the papers back
in the strongbox. Then he walked over to the door. When he opened it,
his parents practically fell into the room.
"Hi, Mom and Dad. I never knew you guys were so cool," he said as he
gave the strongbox to his mother.
She handed it to her husband and hugged her son. "Oh Jerry, are you
sure this is what you really want for yourself?"
"I'm just having a little fun. Sorry I borrowed your dress without
asking," he said.
She hugged him again and he looked over her shoulder to see his father
grinning at him like a Cheshire cat. "Hey Dad, does this mean I'm not
grounded anymore?"
"You can have your wings back. Do you intend to go outside the house
like that?"
"No way. We don't want people to start thinking the Parker family is a
bunch of weirdos."
"Heaven forbid," his grandmother said and they all laughed until they
cried.
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