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Jason's Story
By Kristine Roland
Chapter 3
The ride home was quiet. Jason could not read his parents' expressions
after they had spoken with Dr. Adams. When they got home, Jason went into
his room and picked up a book to read. A short time later, his mother and
father came in and sat on the bed next to him.
"Jason, we need to talk to you," his mother said.
"Ok, Mom."
"As you know Dr. Adams has suggested that we take you to see a psychologist
that specializes in helping people with transgender issues. He also told
us that we should not get our hopes up that this is something that would
likely go away, or that you would grow out of. Even with treatment, he
said, the odds are that you will always feel this need. I'm not sure that
I accept that, and I am going to reserve my judgment on it until we have
met with Dr. Daniels. In the meantime, I understand that you have some
underwear that you took from me. Dr. Adams suggested that for the moment
that I should let you have them. You may have them, but I want you to
promise me that you will not take or use anything else of mine. No more
sneaking into my drawer or the laundry; is that clear."
"Yes ma'am."
"In addition, I don't want them hidden, so please get them from wherever
they are hidden and put them in your underwear drawer. And they need to
be washed when they have been worn."
"But I only have one of each."
"Jason, I expect you, at least for now to try to resist wearing them at
all. I am allowing you to keep them, because Dr. Adams says that if I
take them from you, you might be unable to control yourself from stealing
something else from me. I don't want you to have to do that, if you simply
must do this."
"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry that I have disappointed you."
"Jason, we love you, and you have not disappointed me." She nodded to
Jason's father, who nodded his agreement. Then she continued, "I don't
understand this at all, but I love you, and we will meet with Dr. Daniels
and try to figure out what is best for you. It may be that I will have to
accept that this is who you are. If so, I will still love you. But I
can't say that it doesn't worry me. I want you to be happy, and, someday,
to find someone to share your life with. You tell me that you are not
interested in boys, so you are not gay, but it will be very difficult for
you to find a woman that will want to be with you if you are dressed as a
woman yourself. That saddens me."
"Mom, Dad, I love you both. I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt or worry
either of you. I don't understand it all myself, I just know that I need
to do this. I will try to control it, but I have tried before, and just
haven't been able to. I will try again. When will we be meeting with Dr.
Daniels?"
"I have to call and make an appointment with him."
"Ok."
"All right, it is getting pretty late. Why don't you get ready for bed,
and call it a night. I will call Dr. Daniels tomorrow and get an
appointment."
"Thanks Mom. Love you." Jason hugs his mother, and then turning to his
father, says, "I love you too, Dad." He and his father exchanged a quick
hug as well. "Good night."
Chapter 4
When Jason got home from school the next day, his mother told him that she
had made an appointment with Dr. Daniels for the following Wednesday.
When Jason went into his room, he found that his mother had washed the
panty and bra, and placed them in his underwear drawer. He couldn't
believe they were really his now, and that they belonged in his drawer. He
just had to reach out and touch them, as if to make certain they were
really there.
Jason was hit with an incredible desire to put them on right then and
there, but he knew his mother would be very disappointed, and he resolved
to try to resist as long as he could. With great effort, he closed the
drawer and got started on his homework. His mother came in to check on
him in a little while. "Jason, how was school today?"
"It was ok," he replied.
"Do you have a lot of homework tonight?" his mom asked.
"Not really. Just some math, and some reading," he answered. "I'm
actually almost done with the math, and it is only a few pages in the
Social Studies book."
"Good. Did you notice I washed your 'things' and put them in your
underwear drawer." Her face looked pained as she said the word 'things.'
"Yes, I noticed. Thank you." Jason said quietly. "It is driving me crazy
having them so close, and not being able to wear them. I know how much
that hurts you, Mom, and I will try very hard to resist the temptation."
"Oh Jason, I'm not trying to torture you. I guess it is a little like
leaving a bottle of 20-year-old scotch just out of reach of an alcoholic.
I would take them out of here, but then my things are just as close by. I
don't know, Jason; I just am so confused. What did your father and I do
that brought this out in you? What should we have done differently?"
"Mom, I don't know much about this yet, but Dr. Adams implied that it is
not that uncommon. As far as I'm concerned you and Dad are the best
parents anyone could ask for. I don't know why I feel this way; I'm
hoping that Dr. Daniels can help me to understand it myself. But I do
know that I really don't believe it has anything to do with you and Dad.
I just can't see how that is possible."
"Well, I guess we are just going to have to take it a day at a time and see
where this leads. Your father and I will be behind you, no matter what
happens. I know it is hard, but I am going to ask you to keep trying to
resist, for now. But, Jason, I don't want you to torment yourself. If you
are really tearing your hair out, then do what you have to, I'm not going
to get mad at you."
"Thanks, Mom, that actually helps."
Jason made it through about three days before he just couldn't take it any
more. Each morning he woke up, and getting a clean pair of underwear out
of his drawer, he would see the panty and bra and it was driving him up the
wall. Finally, on Saturday morning, he just could not take it any more.
He put on his bathrobe and went out and found his mother was in the kitchen
having her morning coffee.
"Mom, I can't take this anymore! I have tried, but I can't go another day
like this."
"Ok, Jason."
"Ok?"
"Jason, I told you I would not be angry with you, and that I did not want
you to torment yourself. You have done very well, and I appreciate the
effort that has gone into it. If you need to, you need to. We do have
some errands to run today, but they can wait a little while. I would think
you probably would not want to go out with bra straps showing under your t-
shirt."
"No, I don't think that would be a very good idea."
"Well, it is ten o'clock now; let's plan on leaving by noon. Why don't you
take a quick shower, and then get dressed until it is time to go."
"Thanks Mom. Do I have to stay in my room?"
"No dear. I may have to get used to this, so you may as well come on out."
"Thanks."
Jason raced into the bathroom, and very quickly took a shower. Once
finished he went into his room and quickly put on his clothes. As soon as
the bra was on, he could feel himself starting to relax. He thought about
stuffing the bra, and decided not to push it. He knew his Mom was doing
something that was very difficult for her, and did not want to make it any
harder then it was.
Still he could not keep the smile off his face. He finished getting
dressed, and then tentatively went back to the kitchen.
"Come on in, Jason. I'm not going to bite. You don't really look that
different. Since I know you have it on, I can see it, but would probably
not even notice otherwise. Oops, when you turn around, I can definitely
see the straps outlined. I would not suggest that you go out with that
on. But I have to admit, you seem more relaxed and frankly happy then I
have seen you in months."
Jason blushed at the thought that his mother could see his bra straps, but
he said "Mom, I just feel so comfortable right now. And I could feel the
stress flowing from my body, as I got dressed. It just feels so right to
me."
"Well, if you continue this way, tell me a bra is comfortable on a hot,
humid summer day, and we will see how you feel then!"
"Oh I understand that, and, really, that isn't what I mean by comfortable
anyway. It is more like I feel comfortable with myself, like I'm not
hiding the real me. I know that probably doesn't make sense to you, but
it just is a very strong feeling for me."
"I may not understand why dressing like that is making you feel like that,
but I think I understand what you mean. Why don't you fix yourself some
breakfast; I'm sure you are hungry. Then, since you can't go out and cut
the grass dressed that way, you can help me inside with my chores."
"Ok, Mom." Jason grabbed a bowl, the milk and some cereal.
"Jason, I will admit, I'm curious."
"About what?" he answered between bites of cereal.
"Well, I know that you have occasionally worn a skirt or blouse of mine.
But you said that was fairly rare."
"Yes, only if I could find something in the laundry. I was too afraid I
would wrinkle or mess up something from your closet, and since you usually
do the laundry Saturday morning, it was rare that I would have an
opportunity. But I really loved it when it would happen."
"I see. So you usually would wear them with your clothes? You really
look no different dressed this way, unless you look very close."
"Well, I would do some other things to appear more feminine," he turned red
as he answered his mother. "Plus it didn't matter what I looked like, as
much as what I felt like."
"I see. I guess it would be hard to ignore the fact that you are wearing a
bra. I barely even notice mine now; of course I would notice if I were
not wearing one, but you don't have breasts."
"No, but I would fake them."
"Oh, what did you use to stuff your bra?"
"Just rolled up socks. It was all that I had."
"Why didn't you do that this morning?"
"I did not want to push you too much. I know that this is really hard for
you, and I did not want to make it any harder."
"I see. Jason, go stuff your bra."
"Mom, its Ok."
"Jason, I don't know what is going to happen in the future. We may
ultimately reach a point where you move past this need, or I may ultimately
have to get used to you as my daughter. If it is a possibility that you
are going to be my daughter, then maybe I better start getting to know you.
Besides, you are more likely to resist the temptation if, when you do get
to do so, it is fully satisfactory. Now, please go stuff your bra."
"Yes Ma'am."
When Jason returned, his mother looked him over, and said, "Well, now you
look a little more like a girl. But those rolled up socks are a bit lumpy,
and they don't move quite right. Obviously, if we do decide to explore
this direction further, we will have to do something about that. For this
morning though, that will do. Are you finished with breakfast?"
"Yes, I've had enough."
"Ok, then why don't you start by cleaning the kitchen? I'm going to go
work on the laundry."
"Sure, but what do you want me to do?"
"Well to start with, the things in the dishwasher are clean, put them away,
and then take this morning's breakfast dishes and put them in the
dishwasher. Then clean the counter tops. Make sure you do under the
toaster; there are bound to be plenty of crumbs there. When the counters
are done, sweep and mop the floor."
"Ok."
Jason got to work, and was just about done mopping the floor when his mom
came in. "Very good, Jason, thank you for helping me. We still have
about 45 minutes, why don't you take the guest bathroom, and I'll do the
upstairs one. If you finish up and have time, run the vacuum in the living
room."
Jason was finishing up the living room when his Mom called out, "Jason,
great job, but it's time to get moving. I'm afraid you have to go get
changed. Hand me your lingerie after you take it off, I'm just about to
run that through the wash."
Jason reluctantly agreed and went into his room and got changed. He came
out, handed his bra and panty to his mother, and said "Thank you, Mom, I
really enjoyed this morning."
"You're welcome, Jason. And thank you, I appreciate the help you gave me
this morning."
"You're welcome, Mom. What are the errands that we have to run?"
"I need to go to the grocery store. And then we are going to stop at the
mall; we need to pick up a few things there.
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