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They talked for a while and Helen reassured him that both surgeries
could be done during his winter break and he'd be perfectly healed
before classes began in February.
"Do you really think it would be safe? I mean, would I still be able to
teach class without anyone noticing?"
"Sure. We wouldn't be making you a woman, just a smoother man. No Adam's
apple and no more large nose to take up your whole face. You could even
change your frame prescription and all people will say is ?hey, you got
new glasses'".
Frankie thought about it and every time he did, he felt his pulse race.
He loved his female look and the idea of looking even prettier intrigued
him. He nodded approvingly and Helen promised to make the arrangements.
He was doing so well with the hormones and his diet that he really
looked forward to the day in December when he'd enter the hospital. He
was looking forward to it until his wife mentioned that he needed to
meet with the surgeon.
"I want you to wear a dress for the consultation, Frankie. I want the
surgeon to understand what you want."
Frankie remembered that moment like it was yesterday.
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"Why do I have to meet with the surgeon? It's just a nose job. Why do I
have to visit him beforehand? Can't he discuss this with me on the day
of the surgery? And what does that have to do with wearing a dress?
Helen, I don't like your suggestion. I mean, why do I have to explain
that I am a cross-dresser? That's just too much to have to discuss this
with a doctor."
"Don't be silly, honey. I'm a doctor and we talk about this all the
time. What's one more opinion going to make?"
"That's it. It's one more opinion. I don't need to justify myself to a
stranger. I don't need to explain what I'm doing. And talking about it
to someone else I've never met who's going to pass judgement on me. I'm
not sure that I like the idea of a stranger knowing about my life."
"Well, I think that it's a healthy thing for you to face up to your
choices. I think you need to face the light on your transgendered
feelings."
"I'm not transgendered, I just like to cross-dress."
Helen laughed. "You're kidding, aren't you? You live to be a woman.
Look how happy you are, look at how productive you are. I've never seen
you glow more than the past three months."
"Remember how sad you were last fall when you cut your hair and trimmed
back your nails. You were depressed for weeks over the fact that you
couldn't be your pretty self anymore. Do you remember?"
"And now, look at you. You've been almost female full time and you're
the happiest I have ever seen you."
Frankie sat still thinking about what his wife said. "I don't want to
think about myself as transgendered. I mean, it's okay to cross dress.
I'm not hurting anyone. But, if I was transgendered, that's so
complicated. I mean, maybe for someone else, but not me. I like this
but, well, is that bad to want this? Is it bad to hide my male side and
live for my time with you and this?" He pointed with a wave of the hand
at his shaved legs, stockings, and skirt. He unconsciously crossed his
legs at his ankles.
Frankie was upset. He never liked confrontation and had hidden this need
from others all his life. He was another person when he dressed and when
he wasn't dressed, he was his male self. He never chose to deal with his
needs except as an end run. He thought that it was okay to be two
people.
Helen came over and kissed her wife. She put her hand on his shoulder
and did her best to comfort him. "It's okay to have some self-doubt, but
don't criticize yourself because you are what you are. I love you, I
need you, and I want to see you happy."
Frankie felt the tears run down his face. He shook his head and kissed
Helen back. "I'm afraid. I'm afraid that someone will laugh at me."
Helen giggled. "Has anyone laughed at you?"
Frankie shook his head. "No, but that's because no one knows. But, if I
wear a dress at the doctor's office, he'll know. And what if he wants to
give me a physical and the nurse stands there while I get undressed and
they know I'm a man. She's going to talk about me when I leave and then
everyone will know."
"Honey, you're not the first man they've ever seen in a dress. This is
New York City. Do you think you are the first tranny to show up in their
office for plastic surgery? I sought out this doctor because his
specialty is male feminization. He's going to do all your surgeries."
"All my surgeries? What do you mean, all my surgeries?"
"Well, I was just thinking ahead, but let's cross that bridge when we
come to it."
"No, I want to discuss this now. You want me to have more surgeries?"
"No, Frankie, I want you to be happy. I want you to leave your options
open. This is just a test for you and you don't really know where you
want to go, do you?"
Frankie shook his head. "I haven't really thought about it. But, I do
know I don't want to do anything radical during the school year. I don't
want anyone to know that I am changing. I don't want anyone to know
about the pills or this nose job." He took a deep breath and tried to
smile. "So, this doctor is an expert, huh?"
"That's right. He's a specialist and I want him to see what he has to
work with. I want him to see you looking your best. If he's going to
make your nose prettier, he needs to see you with your hair curled and
your makeup on."
Frankie nodded. "Just as long as my nose still fits my face. I wouldn't
want it to be so feminine, that I won't look like a man."
As Helen nodded, Frankie stood up and looked in the mirror. What do you
think? Should I wear the new gray suit with the short shirt? I like the
way it shows off my legs."
Helen smiled and grasped him from behind, giving him a squeeze. "Sure,
and wear three inch pumps."
The next morning, Frankie tried not to think about the doctor's
appointment as he rode to the doctor's office in the cab. He knew that
he looked his best. The grey silk and wool suit was beautiful and he
loved the way it hugged his body. He had been dieting and while the
hormones hadn't done much to change his shape, they had given him the
incentive to drop pounds of fat and muscle in the past ninety days.
He had chosen tinted grey stockings and the dark pumps did make a pretty
sight as he looked as his legs coming out the short, tight skirt. Helen
had suggesting that he start wearing a padded girdle to pull in his
waist and padd out his bottom. While it was uncomfortable at first, it
did finish off the look. He had on an ivory silk blouse and his lacy
padded bra made him feel very girlish.
Getting out of the cab, he knew the driver was looking at him in the
rear view hoping to get a glimpse of his thong. Men could be so obvious
with their lust.
He tried to put his mind elsewhere but as he walked into the suite and
the waiting room. As he opened the heavy door, Frankie was charmed by
the d?cor and the overall ambiance of the pretty setting.
The nurse gave him a big smile as she requested his insurance card and
asked him to fill out two forms.
When he brought the clipboard up to her desk, she smiled again as she
took it from him.
"Thank you, Dr. Johnson."
"Uh, you're welcome, but honestly, I don't use the doctor. It's just
Frankie Johnson. My doctorate is in Sociology."
The nurse beamed at him. "Of course, Frankie. And by the way, where did
you get the suit? It's gorgeous."
Frankie was feeling better already. He leaned over and confided. "It
came off of Macy's sale rack. It's a wool silk blend. I fell in love
with it."
They chatted for a minute until her phone rang and Frankie found a seat
and busied himself with a People magazine.
The nurse called his name and led him back to an examining room. She
indicated that the doctor would be there in a few minutes. "I'll need
you to step on the scale please."
Frankie set his pocketbook down and slipped out of his pumps. He took
off his jacket and stepped on the scale. He was pleased to see that he
weighed less than 135 pounds. His efforts at watching what he ate were
paying off.
The nurse fitted him with a blood pressure cuff and when his BP was a
little high, she asked if he was nervous. He shook his head yes.
She put her hand on his. "There is nothing to worry about, sweetie. The
doctor is terrific and you are going to look prettier than you can
imagine when you are done here. Are you going all the way?"
Frankie shook his head, not understanding her question.
"You know, SRS."
Frankie blushed. "Oh no," he said shaking his head. "I'm not thinking
about anything like that now. Just my throat and my nose."
The nurse smiled. "Don't worry about a thing. You're so pretty now but
just wait until the bandages come off."
She smiled and closed the door reminding Frankie that the doctor would
be in soon.
A few minutes later, Frankie looked up as the door opened. The doctor
was older than he had antiscipated, gray haired, and very thin. He
smiled and shook Frankie's hand.
"It's nice to meet you, Frankie. I got a chance to chat with Helen the
other day after surgery at our hospital. I was looking forward to
meeting you."
He indicated the Frankie should get up on the table. He had Frankie sit
up straight as the doctor took photos of his profile and straight on and
talked about what he was going to do.
The doctor seemed nice and very kind. He talked about the procedures and
the recovery time. He mentioned what Frankie would need to do in advance
of the procedure, which would be done right in the office surgi-center.
Frankie was feeling good until the doctor said he had an opening the
following Friday. Frankie felt the bottom drop out.
"...as in, ten days, Friday?"
"Yes. Is there a conflict?"
"No, I guess Friday is fine. It just seemed so soon."
They reviewed Frankie's medications and the doctor told him which ones
he would need to stop taking today in prep for the surgery. As Frankie
walked out, he tried to think about what he had just committed to. He
was having his Adam's apple shaved flush with his neck. He was having
his nose carved and reduced, all in ten days. That was scary.
The good news was that with the fall semester ending, he had six weeks
before returning to class in February. He had plenty of time to heal.
Leaving his thoughts about the surgery behind, he went straight across
town to an interview with a cross-dressing set of brothers who had
responded to his ad in the Village Voice seeking people to interview.
When the cab dropped him off, he found himself in a business park full
of large warehousese and pickup trucks near the docks.
Frankie felt out of place in his short shirt and suit jacket. He
carefully picked his way through the parking lot in his high heels. All
the guys were loading building materials and checking him out. He tried
to ignore the whistles and catcalls typical of a New York construction
site. This was not a place for a woman.
The two cross-dressers he was going to interview owned the business. One
brother had invited him to their shop to talk during their lunch break.
Frankie pushed the large glass door open and waited until his eyes
adjusted to the indoor lighting.
He didn't need to ask for the owners. There they were. Frankie was
surprised that the brothers were working their plumbing supply business
wearing heels and skirts along with their monogrammed company shirts.
The customers, broad shouldered, burley workers, didn't blink an eye at
the two guys filling their orders in makeup and jewelry. It was the most
bizarre thing Frankie had ever witnessed.
They shared a lunch together as Frankie listened to their story. He
found it interesting that neither of the brothers made any effort to
hide their cross-dressing in a blue collar industry.
Wow, he thought as he left. These guys have guts. Neither looked all
that feminine, but wearing earrings, makeup, and skirts was pretty
incredible. Frankie knew he'd include their story in his book.
He was pretty amazed how out in the open they were about their
preference for woman's clothing. But, as the older brother said, "it's
who we are."
Frankie knew his book was coming along nicely. All the effort he was
going through, taking the pills, dressing, was really worth it. He knew
that his mental being was changing even though his body hadn't yet. He
knew that any sacrifice he was going to make was going to be worth it.
It was all about writing a good book.
He thought over some of his interviews. Some he accomplished in one
sitting. Some interviews like with Gwen, were ongoing.
Gwen was becoming one of Frankie's main subjects. She was so beautiful,
so lovely, that if you didn't know she was born male, you'd never have a
clue. Every mannerism, every move was feminine, not an imitation, but
the real thing. And she was so bright and so sharp, that Frankie knew
she was probably smarter than he was.
As he rode home in the cab, Frankie knew how much he looked forward to
his Thursday lunches with Gwendolyn. He was smitten by her beauty, but
he could control his emotions. He would only lust in his heart.
Frankie felt like he had it under control until the time she shocked him
by inviting him to join her with one of her customers. She said the man
would love to have a CD to play with and he'd gladly pay extra.
Frankie, of course, said no. He reminded her that he needed to remain
neutral in order to work on his book. He knew he was blushing and he had
gotten so hot all over at the thought. Gwen was so bold, so honest. She
reminded him a lot of his wife.
He did mention to his wife, Helen, that he found Gwen amazing. When he
told the story of how Gwen had invited him to one of her sex trysts,
Helen had grown much more interested.
"You should have taken her up on her offer. Imagine what you would have
learned."
Frankie laughed and shook his head. "Not a chance. Sex with another
man?"
Helen said to bring Gwen around for dinner some time, but Frankie
passed that idea off, He wanted to keep a little separation between his
subjects and his wife.
Sometimes Frankie tried to imagine what the beautiful dominatrix's life
was like. He wondered about casual sex with men and women. He wondered
about what it would be like to control other people. Frankie was never a
sexual person from as far back as he could remember. He liked kissing
and holding and rubbing. But he was never an aggressor and it used to
embarrass him the way some of the guys in school would talk about sex.
Now, with the testosterone blockers in his system, sex was still fun but
he found he was not thinking about sex much at all. He still thought
about love. He loved Helen more and more each day and would have done
anything to please her.
Then his thoughts returned to Gwendolyn. He tried to imagine being her
and what his life would be like.
What if he was to become her? What if he was to become Gwendolyn? He
tried to imagine being that beautiful, being that confident. He pictured
himself wearing leather push up bras and having men get excited enough
to pay money to have sex with him.
No, that certainly wasn't Frankie.
He thought about making dinner and what he wanted to do when he got
home. He needed to transpose his notes and work on revising what he had
written.
He was lost in thought as the cab pulled up in front of their
brownstone. He paid the driver and walked up to the door to unlock it.
After locking the door behind him, he realised just how alone he was. He
thought about the surgery. He thought about the discussion he had with
Helen about his being transgendered. Frankie felt tears streaming down
his face. He had no idea why he was crying. As he searched his purse for
a Kleenex, he found the sobs wracking his body.
He slid to the floor feeling one wave of sadness after another wash over
him. He realised he was consumed with his emotions. He cried and cried.
This is the end of Chapter three. Thank you very much to everyone who
read and responded the last two chapters were published.
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criticism or thoughts about the characters and the story line. Attached
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