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A Life Ever Changing: The Final Chapter
By Angel O'Hare
We drove through, and passed several huge homes and a few where you
only saw a gate and driveway. It took us another five minutes to get to
Betty's estate. When we pulled up to a set of beautifully carved, solid
wooden gates, Harry stopped and pressed a button in a box attached to
his sun visor. The gates slid open slowly, and I entered a different
world.
This world I now entered greeted me as a servant and not a guest. I was
hired help, and everyone who lived within the guarded main gates would
soon be categorizing me. With a wave of a hand or a pert little nod,
they would dismiss me. I didn't belong as a member, nor would I ever
reach anything near equality while living here.
I did not doubt my welcome into this particular household, though. I am
needed here! Yes, once again, I felt like I was actually needed! My new
skills and my new looks were welcome in a desperate way. Two human
beings needed care, care that their parents could no longer give them
in safety. I had seen pictures of the twins, pictures that showed them
at their best and worst. I had seen them happy, sad, laughing and
crying. They showed them sleeping, waking up, full of energy and
exhausted, ready to nod off. The funny thing was that they not only
looked like each other, but that they were always in the same state.
Never did I see one fully awake while the other slept. I did not see
one picture where one was happy while the other was sad. These twins
shared a bond that was deeper, and strong or stronger, than any two
people I had ever met.
It is a funny thing when time slows to a mere crawl. A drive that
should take only a couple of minutes seems to take an hour or more.
This was one of those times. My mind flashed thoughts and pictures at
an unbelievable rate. As Henry drove us closer and closer to the main
house, we seemed to have slowed to a mere crawl. My mind swirled with
activity, absorbing all of my attention.
How did I get there? I mean, there I was with some of the highest
grades in the state. I would be going to almost any college I chose to
attend. I studied hard so I could get an academic scholarship to a good
college and now I didn't need a scholarship! My future schooling would
be paid for by my present employers. I never planned on being a nursing
assistant! I thought I would be getting a job in dietary or
maintenance, not in health care, taking care of other people.
I had thought Rich would be helping at filling food trays or mopping
floors. Instead I found Rich was not the person that would be working
at all. No, Rachel Anne was born.
Rachel Anne: Who is this girl, anyway? I guess Rachel Anne is me, a
slow progression and acknowledgement of what I truly am. Ricky was
first a malformed and very sick baby his father refused to acknowledge
as his. Yes, my daddy refused to even bother with Ricky, the little boy
everyone thought was a little girl. I was his embarrassment, his living
lie. My mother and aunt were all I had. Then after daddy was gone my
life was a little happier. It was happier if I let others think what
they wanted about me and didn't protest. I found out early that it was
best to let them think what they wanted instead of insisting they know
the truth. I hurt less and I didn't have to deal with others not
believing me. Funny how it was that no boys ever wanted to be my friend
for more than a day or two because of what their parents knew and said.
Either their parents or the other kids in my neighborhood would say
this or that. Once the word spread, I would, yet again, be alone and
unwanted by all besides my mommy and auntie.
I was about nine when everything started to change for me. My way of
thinking about things helped me deal with my situation and also made me
mature in ways unlike other children my age. It was also when I was to
learn how others wanted me to be and act for them. I found work and
made money, but there was a catch most of the time. The ladies I worked
for seemed to delight in having me dress as much like a girl as they
could maneuver me into. Soon, Angel was created, my first real
experience living as a little girl.
Angel was very happy! She was wanted and needed by many. She had
friends her own age and was well liked, unlike little Ricky. Angel
helped her family when tragedy stuck. Ricky was useless, but Angel
could help and was welcomed and loved by more people than Ricky could
even hope for. Everything little Ricky desired and dreamed of happening
to him became reality for Angel. Ricky had a voice of an angel, but was
picked on and ridiculed for it. Angel was a star and soloist! Ricky was
called a sissy, a queer and useless, but Angel was called beautiful;
was very talented and welcomed everywhere she went. Ricky mowed lawns,
did chores and ended up wearing frilly aprons and dresses more times
than not. If he were to make any money for his family, he had to put up
with being feminized by almost all of the ladies he worked for. It was
very hard on Ricky, but what else could he do? Angel? Well, Angel
excelled where Ricky just hung on. She became a model not only of
clothes but jewelry as well. She soon became a celebrity and a
nationally known soloist. Her picture was in several catalogs and in
newspapers. Then disaster struck!
Angel was Ricky! Everyone read that the new little girl star was
actually a fraud! She was actually a little boy, a useless little boy
who didn't deserve to stand in the shadow of the little girl Angel was!
Ricky, who tried so hard, but was never given a chance because of his
looks and voice, was once again exposed as the 'it' he was.
The very people who had admired Angel now hated Ricky and drove him
into a catatonic state for six months. Now, they drove by his home
hollering evil, hateful things for all nearby to hear. Now, they
called, one after the other, on the phone to utter threats and other
hateful things to Ricky, day after day. The neighborhood kids threw
things at him and beat him up; they drove him to stay inside his home
just for survival. Yes, Ricky went within and stayed there for almost
six months! Can you blame him?
Later, he came back after help from doctors, nurses, his loving mother
and aunt. A move to a new home and neighborhood helped; Barbara, the
little girl next door, who liked Ricky just as he was, did too. Her
mother and her father liked Ricky a lot as well. Things were going
pretty good for Ricky until school started. Anytime Ricky was not
actually in class, life was hell for him. Lunchtime, recess, gym, and,
when he had to sing in music class, were nightmares. Home was his
refuge and safe haven. His world was his family: his little brother,
sister and his girlfriend, Barbara. He lost himself in his studies,
reading and taking care of the house and yard. He lived to help others
and especially his mother. He kept the home spotless and cooked meals.
He learned to sew and to do laundry. He ironed and starched; knitted
and darned. He bathed his baby brother and sister; fed them and changed
their diapers; dressed them and played with them; he taught his
mentally handicapped little brother as best he could. He was the best
daughter a mother could ever ask for!
He had buried the past deep within himself, locking it away forever. It
only came peeking back at certain times and he forced it back under
lock and key as soon as he could. Like the time he took his sister to
the Halloween party at his neighbor's home. No choice of what to wear
as a costume; it turned out that he was beautiful as a girl! Not one
person thought of him as a boy dressed that way. No, even his closest
friend and her mother thought he was a beautiful girl that night. It
was so easy for Rich to disappear and be forgotten as this young lady
made her appearance. She stole the show and everyone had nice things to
say to her. She was beautiful and so well mannered.
What next? The disease! To Rich, it was a disease, but it was 'just' a
medical condition few suffered from. His body was flawed. He had known
this long ago, but had no idea what the future had in store for him! No
Thyroid Cartilage! (Adam's Apple) With the skeletal structure of a
female right down to his arms and hands, he even had Adam's rib, the
extra rib all females have. He had all that and the poor excuse of the
one male item he had, the one thing that refused to grow with the rest
of him. Yes, puberty did start, a bit late and slow, but it did begin.
Too bad it was a female puberty and not the male puberty he had prayed
so hard to his own private angel for.
Sixteen years old with budding breasts and a round butt. Hips
developing wide and arms that had a curve just like all girls have. He
was in peak physical condition because he worked out everyday and very
hard. It was his stress relief and he always needed plenty of stress
relief! He didn't need a corset to have his waist look trim and thin;
it was! The only help he needed was to look his age. Sixteen year-old
girls had bigger breasts and wider hips. They were already well into
puberty, whereas he was really just starting. The weirdest thing was
how little it took to transform him into a beautiful girl, not just a
good-looking cute girl but a real beauty -- a quality reserved for
models and movie stars. A little here and a little there with a touch
of make up, fingernail polish, and a splash of perfume and he was ready
for his clothes. This small effort would stop people in their tracks.
They would stare with their mouths open and often ask who she was. They
would swear that they had seen her on a magazine cover or in a
commercial. Rich was in a fight for his very life and he knew it. What
did he do? He ran once again; he ran by going within himself and almost
stayed there forever!
Reality is a hard taskmaster or even mistress, is it not? Ask anyone
trapped in the wrong body; they can tell you about reality as it truly
is! Ask the many boys that are in reality, girls! Ask the girls that
are in reality, boys! And then there is Rich's case, a little different
than most others in that he is a boy who wants to be a boy in a slowly
developing girl's body with a worthless penis making him what?
Gender Dysphoria: Does it fit this case? Gender Dysphoria, literally a
misery with regard to gender, is the condition of being in a state of
conflict between gender and physical sex.
Well, if that is so, then what is my gender, really? What is my
physical sex based on? I have a penis, so am I a male? I'm slowly
developing as a female, but have a non-developing male organ and no
female sex organs. Do I fit? Confusing, to say the least!
What would it take to make me into the male I think I was born as? I
mean as an acceptable male in today's world? Impossible, the doctors
say. My options all depend on the all-important question: What is best
for me and those that I love?
Henry pulled the Lincoln Continental slowly to a stop in front of an
elderly couple. I knew the woman and Betty was smiling as she rushed
towards me as I got out of the car. She gave me a big tight hug and a
kiss on the cheek. The elderly man soon stood next to us, so I extended
my hand and said,
"Hello, I am Rachel Anne."
***
I hoped you enjoyed reading my story. This is my first ever effort at
writing for others and in truth for myself as well. I wish to thank all
of you who took the time to comment on this story. You made this
possible and helped me more than you will ever know! I also wish to
thank Erin of the Big Closet for all the help and guidance as well as
the art work; song lyrics, chapter titles and the shoulder I cried on
the most. Thank you Erin!!!!!!!
There are others who need to be thanked. Those that hit hard and often
to help make me a better author through their comments and e-mails.
Jezzi Belle Stewart; Purv, Aardvark, Misty Dawn, Prue, Lynx, Crystal,
Sapphire, Maggie the Kitten, Jenna and so many more. I wish I could
name you all here, but the list would go on and on. You know who you
are and I do as well. To all of you a very heartfelt thank you.
To all the readers here just know that without you there would be no
purpose for our work. With each number that the hit counter registers I
know represents a real person. Thank you dear readers for taking the
time to read my story and I hope you enjoyed the experience.
A special thank you goes out to Aardvark who did the editing for this
most important final chapter.
Huggles and Giggles to you all
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