Blacktown 1950 Chapter Two
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Blacktown 1950
By The Princess
The advertisement on the transgender website was subtle but fascinating.
"People who are interested in pursuing a life immersed by transgenderism
and are self motivated, qualified in two fields of expertise and willing
to relocate are invited to apply for an exciting life changing
experience"
How could I as a lifelong crossdresser possibly not follow up on this?
The advert went on to explain how to express interest by filling out an
electronic application form. Hmmm, let's see.
Please give your email address. I gave my web based address I use for my
trans related activities.
Question 1: What is your birth gender? a/male b/female c/other
-Male
Question 2: Year of birth?
-1964
Question 3: What is your involvement with transgenderism?
a/crossdresser. b/transsexual c/admirer d/intersexed
-Crossdresser.
Question 4: Have you entertained thought of becoming the opposite sex?
-Yes
Question 5: What are your fields of expertise?
-Senior administration / Civil engineering and martial arts
instructing
Question 6: Would you be prepared to relocate?
-Yes
Question 7: Do you have a strong sense of community?
-Yes
and the last question -
Question 8: Do respond well to change?
-Yes
Please submit -OK
I figured what the hell. It is just another silly Internet quiz put up by
some lonely guy trying to get a thrill. I've done thousands of 'em.
To be honest my life could be described as an ideal one to most
observers. I had a great job as Senior Town Planner with a go ahead
county, great family life with a beautiful wife and two wonderful
daughters, nice house, fast car but was I really happy?
I played all types of sports as a boy and excelled at most. Had no
trouble finding girls and after a football knee injury took up martial
arts and became an instructor and gained my 2nd Dan.
I sat on several community boards and was Mayor of our town for a term.
So was I happy?
Would you believe that all this overachieving was to numb my innermost
desires to dress and act as a woman?
This desire was never far from my thoughts and if I allowed it, it could
totally consume me and make me lose focus on all else, so when I was
surfing the 'sites' and read the above ad I was happy to play along.
However I quickly forgot all about the application until checking my
emails a few days later when I came across a most interesting message.
It read: 'Thank you for your expression of interest. You could be the
type of person we are looking for to take part in a wonderful venture. If
you would like to learn more please ring the number below during business
hours to arrange an appointment. Quote reference number 900652 and a
mutually acceptable time will be allotted.'
Well dear reader, what would you have done?
Initially I decided to do nothing as I was pretty sure the whole thing
was a gag or perhaps a trap to embarrass people like myself. I put the
whole thing out of my mind but as I'm sure you can imagine it kept on
popping into my head with alarming regularity.
After a couple of days I was having a quiet moment at work and thought
what the hell? I rang the number and on the third ring, a man with a very
pleasant voice answered and we arranged a meeting for that very afternoon
at three. It was to be held at a quiet restaurant that I knew and I was
to ask for Mr Richards.
With a stomach full of butterflies I asked for him and even through my
extreme anxiety an excitement that this could be something I really
needed kept me from fleeing.
I was led to his table and I found a pleasant looking man waiting
patiently. On my arrival he stood and gently took my hand as a man would
a woman. He asked me to sit and he waited for me to be seated before he
seated himself.
I realised that he only knew me by my reference number so I volunteered
my name,
"Steve Marshall is my name."
He instantly floored me by replying, "It's your female name I'm
interested in."
Without hesitation I said, "Well then my name was to have been Tracy if I
had have been born the way I would have preferred."
"Very well Tracy it is then!"
"What shall I call you?"
"All females generally address adult males as Mr so Mr Richards will do
nicely."
This was a little weird but again also very intriguing!
He addressed me as Tracy from then on even in the presence of our
waitress but because what he was telling me was so fascinating I did not
have the time to feel odd.
"Well Tracy I am sure that I have your undivided attention. What I am
about to tell you must go no further, do you understand and agree?"
"Of course Mr Richards."
"I am acting on behalf of a powerful and very affluent client. I shall
refer to him as Mr Black. Mr Black has some unique ideas and some very
strict ideas regarding how the society in which he lives is conducted. I
am not at liberty to divulge all of these at this initial meeting but
suffice to say Mr Black feels that society was more pure in the fifties
before feminism robbed children of their stay at home mothers and
political correctness became an excuse for the disintegration of law and
order. Mr Black is also an ardent admirer of transgendered women and as
he has the resources to act on these beliefs and interests he has decided
to do something about it."
By now my curiosity was well and truly piqued! "Just how does Mr Black's
plans involve me?" I asked.
"The society Mr Black is setting up consists of men who are admirers and
supporters of T-girls and T-girls themselves. If you prove suitable you
would become one of the T-girls who make up our society."
I couldn't help but notice Mr Richards had included himself in the
society so I asked, "Are you a T-girl admirer or a transgendered person?"
"I can assure you Tracy that I am perfectly happy as a man and that is
how I shall remain! However in answer to your question I am an admirer
and as such will take my place among the men of our society."
"You said if I prove suitable. How would that be determined?"
"We can prove it very simply here and now if you choose. Let me warn you
though Tracy if you go further you will be required to sign an ironclad
document stating that you will willingly become a member of our society.
Make no mistake there will be no changing your mind!"
Mr Richards said this last sentence slowly and deliberately and left me
in no doubt whatsoever that this would be so.
"Now Mr Richards you must realise that what you are suggesting, even if
it is possible it's a huge step into the unknown for a person like me.
How do I know that even if I am chosen that I will be happy?"
"Then let me ask you a few questions regarding your current happiness.
Are your thoughts consumed with your crossdressing behaviour?"
"Yes."
"Have these feelings intensified with the years?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever looked at a girl or woman dressed in pants and flats and
thought if you were her you would be dressed in a pretty dress, heels and
make up?"
"Every day of my life." I confessed.
"Do you have to imagine yourself in the passive role in order to perform
as a man during sex?"
Oh my God! This guy was inside my head! I had never divulged that little
nugget to anyone. I looked down as I quietly affirmed.
"Have you ever Tracy, wished out loud that you were a woman?"
Again I sheepishly affirmed.
"OK Tracy, you must realise that these feelings are going to continue to
intensify. If you become a part of our society all your dreams can come
true. If you choose not to the alternative is not good. Eternal envy of
women and an increasing urge to be one of them. It is no wonder that a
lot of transgender people self destruct."
"OK just what do I have to do?"
Mr Richards produced a legal contract from his briefcase and instructed
me to read it and ask any questions regarding it and if satisfied sign it
in several places with him as the legal witness.
I took the contract and began reading, stopping now and again to ask for
clarification. "Why do I have to forgo all my worldly possessions?"
"Because Mr Black wants you to provide properly for those you leave
behind and you in turn will be provided for in your new life."
"Just what will my new life involve?"
"I cannot give you too much detail but suffice to say your current skills
will be utilised and you will be treated fairly and provided for
admirably."
Hmmm, pretty sketchy but he would give no more clues than that. If I
wanted in I would have to trust him so I signed on the dotted line.
He produced a small black box from his case and had me roll up my sleeve.
He then discreetly took a blood sample, a saliva swab and he gave me two
bottles and asked me to use the lavatory to provide him with urine and
semen samples.
I must have looked perplexed because he then gave me a magazine full of
T-girls modelling absolutely gorgeous clothes in very seductive poses
with some pretty hot guys. This guy was in my head again. I was back
within ten minutes with the required goods!
"Ok Tracy, with the answers you have given to my questions and the
results of these samples we have all we require. A decision will be made
within seven days. Thank you for your time and if this means anything to
you I will be hoping to see you as a part of our society. Good day and
good luck."
With that he took my hand in the guy to a girl way again and was gone. I
sat there wondering just what I had agreed to? If this story was genuine,
and I was beginning to believe it was what was to become of me? Would I
be happier as a woman? I did know that I was becoming more and more
depressed in this existence and if Mr Richards predictions were anything
to go by this was my saviour. I decided to see it through.
The next week was hell. Would I be accepted? What if I wasn't? Wait and
see Steve, wait and see.
On the evening of the seventh day after checking my emails every five
minutes there it was. I trembled as I opened the message. I gingerly
peeked at it and read, 'Sorry to inform you that you request to join our
society has been unsuccessful. Thank you for your interest and good luck
for the future. Mr Black.'
So that was that! I can't describe my feelings at being turned down. I
began to weep which quickly became sobs. I felt crushed. It was at this
point that I knew I really wanted to become part of Mr Black's society.
I decided to reply to the email.
"Mr Black, Thank you for the courtesy of letting me know of my lack of
success in being invited to become a member of your society. However I
feel that perhaps you may have been a little hasty. I feel I have much to
contribute and I would welcome a second chance to prove my worth to you,
Tracy."
Good. Not too long, not too begging just straight to the point, hit send
and it's off.
To my surprise I received an answer within ten minutes.
"Dear Tracy, Sorry to sport with your feelings but this was a test to see
if you were prepared to go to bat to become a member of our society.
Please call the same number to receive your instructions.
Congratulations."
Now how did I feel? All of a sudden I knew the answer to that, I felt
great.
The following phone call told me to turn over all my worldly goods to my
wife and children, file for divorce and to meet Mr Richards at the same
restaurant in three weeks time at nine am sharp.
I did as instructed and once again I was sitting with Mr Richards at the
same table with the same butterflies in my stomach.
After some small talk and a light breakfast I found myself in a rented
car with Mr Richards at the wheel. We drove to the airport and boarded a
plane.
During the flight I learned more of our destination and my future life.
Mr Black owned a very lucrative industrial plant that produced artificial
hormones. You guessed it, female hormones. Female hormones were in such
demand all around the world for many things from treating menopausal
women, birth control pills and even to treat people like me.
This plant was isolated from civilisation in a remote part of the world
and it took five hundred people to run it. It was massive. Mr Black built
a town to service the plant and the people who staffed it and in
accordance with his peccadilloes the plant and town was run to fifties
ethics and morals. Except that all the adult females were male to female
transsexuals. Dishonesty and crime were dealt with an iron fist. Drugs
were not tolerated. A man who swore in front of a child or a woman could
expect a demotion or worse. A wife beater received the ultimate
punishment but I was not yet allowed to know just what that was.
"Why the fifties?" I asked.
"Because my dear the fifties were a time when children came home to find
their mother waiting for them, a time when women enjoyed being women,
being looked after and provided for. Women enjoyed being homemakers and
society was much the better for it.
"Ladies dressed like ladies and didn't protest because a man stood up for
her on a bus. Criminals knew if they were to take liberties with a
woman's virtue they would be punished to the full extent of the law.
Families attended church, children attended Boy Scouts and Girl Guides,
men attended lodges and their women attended church committees to raise
funds for the community, in short my dear because the fifties were a time
where people cared for each other and behaved like caring human beings."
Something was not adding up in my little mind and I wondered if this was
the time to broach the subject.
"You look as if something is troubling you my dear."
He is in my mind again! "Well yes Mr Richards there is. If all the women
are transsexuals where do the children come from?"
"Very good my dear, you are thinking all the time. That too shall be
divulged soon enough!"
We changed planes and boarded a Learjet to take to our new home that I
finally found out was in a town called Blacktown. Very original I thought
but kept that thought to myself.
Blacktown was just picture perfect. Brand new houses, hospital, town
hall, shops, picture theatre, courthouse and supermarket. The tree lined
wide streets, many parks, large lake and of course the icons of the
fifties, the drive-in theatre and the drive-in restaurant.
Here's the thing. All the women I saw from the window of our car were
dressed like June Clever or Donna Reed! They had permed hair, dresses
with full skirts to the knee, pearls, full make up and heels. They looked
wonderful. If I was to become one of these women I had no complaints so
far!
Our car whisked us to the Town Hall where Mr Richards said that this
would be an important meeting and I was to pay close attention. We
entered this new but very fifties styled building and I was taken to a
very stately office and told to wait.
After five minutes a very classy, handsome older man entered and I was
face to face with Mr Black. He carried a folder and after saying hello
sat down at his desk across from me.
He started to read from the folder which from where I was sitting I could
see the name of Tracy O'Neill on the cover. He said nothing and ten,
twenty and then thirty minutes passed. I began to get nervous and then he
suddenly addressed me, "I see you are a life-long crossdresser."
All I could think to say was, "Yes sir."
Great answer that! This impressive man had me wetting my pants and I
didn't know why. In my old life it was me who intimidated others but here
I was totally at his mercy.
"Would you rather be dressed now?"
"Yes Sir."
"Why?"
Great question. I have only asked myself that one perhaps eighty five
million times. "I have absolutely no idea sir." I replied.
Mr Black looked at me over his half moon spectacles and for a second I
thought I was in big trouble. Then he chuckled. "Good answer! I wish I
knew why T-girls interest me but I sure as hell don't know either."
The ice was broken and I was sure that Mr Black was a good guy and one
who I could respect.
"Ok now Tracy, let's see what we have in store for you. I see you were a
senior civil engineer and a sports person. Our psychological profiler has
decided that you will become?.," I was sure he was about to say town
engineer or perhaps PE teacher at the local highschool, but instead he
said, "?.personal assistant to our city engineer."
What the hell! I who had previously held posts much more important than
his would be his secretary!
I regained my composure and as politely as I could, I asked Mr Black if
my skills might be put to better use as an engineer and not a secretary.
To this he replied that in Blacktown men fill the management positions
and women fill the support positions. He went on to say that not only
that but any woman who has a child under seventeen years of age is not
permitted to hold any job at all. Also unmarried mothers are not
tolerated, their children are given up for adoption at birth.
"You my dear Tracy have been selected to become the wife of our high
school Principal Mr Mark Chapman."
'Oh very funny, I'm to become Tracy Chapman!' I thought. "Do I have a
choice in this matter Mr Black? After all Mr Chapman may not wish to have
me as his wife."
"Mr Chapman will do as he is told and he will be an excellent husband to
you in every way let me assure you on that!"
"Now as to children, you will be expected to contribute to our population
and if you do you will become a housewife and you will care for your
family as any good woman would. Do you understand this?"
"Yes Sir I have no problem with that." Except I had absolutely no idea
how a forty year old male to female transsexual gets pregnant.
A matronly woman entered the office and Mr Black introduced her as Mrs
Webster, the wife of our Hospital's Managing Director.
"She will take care of you from now on."
I was being dismissed! I stood and turned to leave. Mr Black looked at me
and said, "I'm sure you are going to be an asset to Blacktown, good women
always are."
Mrs Webster took me by car to the hospital and without going into fine
detail, I emerged five weeks later a very different person than when I
entered. SRS, breast augmentation, facial feminisation, and scalp
advancement to give me a woman's hairline. I also shed eighteen kilos and
became determined to achieve my goal weight as a woman as soon as
possible.
Now about dilation! Is it fun or is it a chore? I have to vote fun,
especially since I unexpectedly had my first female orgasm with my
largest stent! I was also self-lubricating which I felt was a godsend and
the team at the hospital are truly angels on earth!
The day arrived for me to leave the hospital so I dressed in a beautiful
baby blue dress and all matching accessories. Blacktown had three ladies
clothing stores and none of them sold any woman's trousers at all. The
only women's garments in town that had a crutch were panties, pantyhose
and tights.
It would be skirts forever for we transformed ladies of Blacktown. I
waited nervously in the hospital foyer as I was to finally meet Mr
Chapman. A car pulled up with a Blacktown High insignia on its door so I
guessed this is it!
A tall quite handsome guy hopped out, dressed nicely in a suit and tie
with a good head of hair and a pleasant look on his face. It was clear
that he was excited at meeting me and I suppose as an admirer why not? I
stood to greet him and the look on his face as our eyes met was just
perfect.
He looked deep into my eyes and took me into his arms and planted the
biggest, wettest, sloppiest, deepest kiss on me that I ever thought
possible. He picked up my suitcase and escorted me to the car. Held the
door open and drove us to our home.
We had an elegant two-story home, nicely furnished and it was quite clean
and neat. Straight away I knew that this woman was going to add her
touch! He took me upstairs and without giving too much away I can tell
you that forty years wishing to be the girl in a relationship exploded
that afternoon. I don't know if my behaviour was terribly fifties but I
drained that poor man to the extent that when he came dust was all that
was left. My tummy was like a fish pond with all the tadpoles swimming in
there!
I took to my female life like a duck to water. I loved being a housewife
and homemaker. I loved my Donna Reed dresses and makeup. I loved having
to get half undressed to urinate. I loved loving as a woman. I loved
having to ask my husband to lift heavy objects for me and to open tight
jars as I cooked our meals. I loved grocery shopping and gossiping with
the other girls.
My job as the secretary to the town engineer was a pleasant surprise too.
Mr Pierce was a nice man who treated me well. I honed my typing skills
and developed my shorthand skills. I found I enjoyed bringing his coffee
and running after him in his daily duties. I used my previous skills and
knowledge to make him look good in other's eyes and even though I did not
receive any credit it made me feel good to know that I had made my boss
look good.
I also loved working in skirt suits and high heels. If I was Donna Reed
at home I was Donna Summer at the office! I loved catching Mr Pierce
peeking up my skirt and the embarrassed look he would give was priceless.
Back to fifties ideals. No living in sin! Mark and I were given special
dispensation to sleep together as we were a little older than most new
couples but it was made perfectly clear that our union was to be made
lawful as soon as possible. I had a wonderful time choosing a dress and
two girls at work were just delighted to be asked to be my bridesmaids.
Blacktown had three churches. Protestant, Catholic and Alternative for
those who didn't feel they fell into the two camps.
Mark was Catholic so as all Blacktown women were expected to conform to
their husband's religion I had to convert. I agreed to lessons and to be
confirmed as a Catholic. I figured if I could convert to being a female
this was a relatively small step and anyway I'd get to wear a pretty
dress on my confirmation! I also secretly liked the idea of conforming to
my husband's wishes.
The wedding was just great! I loved every single second of being a bride.
We decided to curtail our bedroom activities three weeks prior to our
wedding and as such come the big night we practically devoured each
other! Pity help the poor people in the next room. Well if I wasn't
getting any sleep that night why should they?
What of my questions regarding having babies here in Blacktown? Still I
was none the wiser! What was next on my horizon?
End of chapter one!
More to come!
Ofelia
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