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Summer Experiment
Chapter Five
The problem with early morning love making, Frankie thought as he rushed
to get ready, was that it blew their schedules out the window. As they
both rushed to get dressed and out, Frankie looked in horror at the
mirror. He had showered much earlier and forgotten to wet his hair and
pull it back into a tight ponytail at his neckline.
Now his hair was a real mess. It had not been cut since last year and
except for the occasional dead end trimming when he got it highlighted at
the salon, it was almost on his shoulders. Now that it was fully dry, his
hair was going to be impossible to conceal. He settled on a loose ponytail
that he could feel bobbing up and down as he walked the blocks to campus
and his office.
Frankie wanted to be in and out in under an hour. He needed to check his
mail and come up with a story that would explain his absence while he
recovered from his nose job.
He make sure the heavy cuffs of his dark, baggy wool pants didn't get wet
in the slush and mess from the early season snow. He walked carefully
trying to avoid the deepest puddles of melting slush and snow so not to
get his work boots too wet.
Arriving at the Starbucks across the street from his office building, he
called Mary on the phone. "Hey, it's Frankie. Whatcha' want?"
He scribbled down Mary's order and grinned. His slightly overweight
secretary always ordered the richest, creamiest, most fattening coffee
that Starbucks made. He made a face as he thought of all those calories.
This double espresso contained heavy cream, chocolate chips, and chocolate
syrup.
Carrying his black coffee and Mary's concoction through the door of their
offices, he smiled at his best friend on campus. She was a dream secretary
and he had always loved hearing the department gossip from her.
As he sat on the edge of her desk, sipping his hot coffee, he listened
while she described the latest conversations that swirled around the
Sociology department.
"You would have loved it, Frankie. They were talking about you."
"Me? Who was talking about me?" Frankie was surprised. Generally speaking,
he kept the lowest profile.
"Connelly and Seymour were complaining to Dean Watson again about your new
book and the talk it's creating. They are so jealous."
"Really, I'm amazed that those two care enough to mention my name. What
were they saying?"
"They are just so envious. Seymour was saying that you are too gay
yourself to do a study on a gay topic. They were saying you don't have the
distance to write quality research. They thought you were too personally
involved with the transgendered."
Frankie almost fell off the desk in shock. "They're saying that I'm a
transsexual? How could they say that?"
"Well, honey, I think they were simply throwing stones. As I said before,
they're jealous because the dean loved your idea and the material you've
submitted to him already. He's the one who's been talking up the book as a
potential best seller. Connelly about died when Dean Watson said the
school was getting you an agent to bid the book out to publishers."
"Oh, wow. I hadn't heard that!"
"Yeah, well, the best part was when the dean himself defended you
reminding them they had no right to criticize the person who had the best
student evaluations and the fullest classes in the department. I heard him
tell them they should be spending more time devoted to their students and
less time gripping regardless of whether you were gay or a cross-dresser."
Frankie felt a pain deep in his stomach. "Mary, did he really say that?
Dean Watson really thinks that?"
"What, honey?"
"Do they think I'm gay?"
Mary smiled. "Well, you know how people talk. Until you got married last
year, before that, well, even I suspected you were gay. But the cross-
dresser, transsexual thing didn't get discussed until recently. You know,
between the book and the way you look, I mean, Frankie, you can't hide
that part, I mean, your beautiful hair, your pierced ears, the way you
keep your eyebrows trimmed and shaped, I mean, c'mon honey, if you don't
dress up occasionally, you're the one who's missing out."
"Huh?"
"You know, the fun of 'walkin' the wild side'. You are such a stick,
Frankie. Sometimes I think the world is passing you by. You do go
clubbin,' don't you. I mean, this is New York."
Frankie felt like he was on the defensive. "Sure, I do. That's how I met
Helen. I'm not dead yet. Give me some credit, Mary."
Frankie figured that there wasn't anyone else he'd rather share with than
Mary and he knew she wasn't going to ruin his life by telling anyone else.
He took a deep breath and reached for her hand. He looked her in the eyes
and whispered, "Can you keep my secret?"
Mary got tears in her eyes. She patted his cheek. "Of course, sweetie. You
can share anything with me."
Frankie took a deep breath. "I do cross-dress. I always have. I was cross-
dressing when I met Helen. When I'm not teaching, I dress all the time."
Mary smiled and raised her hands like she scored a touch down. "I knew it!
I knew it! Do you know how hard it's been watching you and wondering. I
knew it. Oh baby, you are such a sweet man but knowing you have a true
feminine side makes you just so sexy. Oh, Frankie, that's wonderful. Oh
honey." She wrapped her arms around Frankie, squeezing him hard.
Between dealing with being so forthright by sharing his secret, Frankie
felt lightheaded. With Mary standing there hugging and squeezing, he
thought he was in danger of passing out. He found himself returning Mary's
hug and pushing away at the same time. Enough already, he thought.
Mary was still rattling on about how the two of them were really sisters
and how much she wanted to meet the real Frankie and how they should do
lunch together while classes weren't in session.
Frankie was trying to decide if he should mention his upcoming surgeries
and decided that he had spoke enough already. He was still pretty nervous
about sharing all this, but he knew that Mary was so wonderful and she
wouldn't tell a soul. He just kept nodding and smiling and hugging back.
After a lot more hugs and kisses, Frankie finally got a chance to check
his mail. On his way out, he promised that he'd be calling soon and they'd
have lunch.
When he reached the sidewalk, he started to think about his afternoon
schedule. He had allowed hours to get set up for this interview but time
was against him today. If he was to make the meeting, Frankie needed to
get home quickly. Frankie needed to change and only had an hour to slip
out of the drab and dress up. He had a first interview this afternoon and
he needed to make himself pretty. Just the idea of dressing added some
spring to his step.
He was out of breath when he got home. In the past three months, he had
lost a lot of his energy edge from cutting out his daily run. It was a
sacrifice he had made so that he looked better when he wore stockings and
a skirt. Runner's calves and thighs didn't look attractive in heels. The
lack of exercise had led to a low in his energy level but his body did
look a lot better in a skirt and blouse.
He tossed his clothing in a pile on the bedroom floor. He knew he'd deal
with his drab stuff later, much later, since for the next month, he'd be
away from the classroom and free to dress how he wanted. No more baggy
pants and shapeless shirts.
He slipped on a pair of apricot cotton and acetate French cut bikini
panties and then reached for his black high-rise body shaper. Helen had
suggested that he investigate corset training and when he did, he was
pleased to read that in Victorian times, women would shrink their waists
successfully simply by wearing a tightened corset all the time.
Frankie had recently started sleeping in a waist cincher and while he
hadn't noticed any difference in the month since he started, he had high
hopes.
He drew up the girdle and slid the hip pads into place. This body had a
built in shelf bra. He loved its lace and spandex firm grip on his flesh.
After zipping up the front, he slid the breast forms into the empty cups.
He straightened and smoothed the lycra and spandex against his skin until
he felt comfortably in place. His own breasts were almost non-existent.
His weight loss had left his chest flat and his rib bones showing. While
the hormones had affected his nipples, swelling them considerably, his
breasts hadn't made a magical appearance yet and it was September, four
months ago when he started the hormones. He was a little disappointed. He
had hoped it would be an even trade. His genitals had stopped responded
yet his new body wasn't really showing up yet.
Once he had the body shaper in place, he sat down and rolled a pair of
black tights up his legs and up to his spandex slimmed waist. He was
surprised how his legs had slimmed down. Frankie was used to running three
to five miles each day. Between his dieting and the hormones, his legs had
lost a lot of definition but looked much better in three-inch heels.
After smoothing his tights up to his waist, he pulled a black turtleneck
over his head. He liked the way the black color deemphasized his shoulders
and arms. His muscle tone had changed and he noticed that his shoulders
and arms had thinned considerably which made him look better in woman's
clothing.
Frankie liked the feeling of a woman's turtle compared to his old stuff.
Women's clothes were cut different, much tighter, making him feel sleeker.
It was just like the laser hair treatments that he had taken twice now. It
was a wonderful feeling to see how soft he was getting. There was
something amazing about being hair free and feeling silky smooth.
He pulled up a black pleated mini-skirt and fastened it around his waist.
He still had a way to go along his waistline but he knew that if he kept
dieting, he would make his goal.
He pulled on a pair of black calf high boots and began lacing. They were a
gift from Helen. They were Doc Martins and were very cool. They had thick
soles and bright chrome grommets and fasteners. After Frankie stood up, he
steadied himself. The boots had three-inch lifts and heels and looked
awesome.
He brushed his hair and pulled it back in a high ponytail with a black
scrunchie. After applying his foundation, he carefully outlined his eyes
in dark liner and mascara. He used a dark plum lipstick to finish the 'hip
Goth' look that he was trying for. After all, he was headed downtown to
SoHo and he wanted to fit in and blend as well as possible.
His last step was to put on nail polish. He knew it would not be
completely dry at home, but he figured it would be perfect after the cab
ride. He used a rich, deep plum just like his lipstick.
Checking himself out in the mirror, he got a thrill. He did look
beautiful. He was very excited at how nice he looked in his all black
outfit and the dark makeup. It was almost like he was a super hero and he
giggled at the thought of being Super Queen - mild mannered college
professor by day and sophisticated drag queen at night.
After a few minutes of posing, Frankie carefully grabbed his oversized
purse without ruining his nails. Throwing in his makeup, his brush, and
his wallet, he gathered up his cell phone and his notebooks. He locked the
front door behind him.
Frankie was pleased to catch a cab quickly and told the driver where he
needed to go. During the cab ride, he reviewed his notes. This was the
first couple he was going to interview.
They had answered an ad in the Village Voice. Well, actually, she had
answered the ad. Frankie had called her up and she was happy to cooperate
for an interview. At first, she wondered if her 'husband' would join them,
but at the last moment, he consented.
Frankie was pleased to see they were already waiting in a booth right
inside the restaurant. He liked the way the man stood and held out his
hand. First impressions said that this guy was a gentleman.
Henry was middle-aged, heavy set with thinning hair. His smile was sincere
and he seemed to genuinely happy to meet Frankie.
Bell was beautiful. She was a little plump and very pretty. She looked
very Italian, with dark hair and a beautiful almond shaped face. Her
perfect skin complimented her enormous eyes. She smiled and welcomed
Frankie with a hug.
The three of them talked and Frankie was recording the entire dialog.
Everything was going just fine until Frankie said one thing that seemed to
make Henry cringe. Frankie said something about whether the couple was
referred to as a transgendered couple. He was discussing the label the
couple would feel comfortable with.
Henry got red in the face. He spoke slowly and a little loud as he
enunciated every word. He wanted it made perfectly clear to Frankie that
the book needed to reflect that Henry was a real man, not some faggot or
gay. After that, Frankie tried to placate the man's rising temper.
Henry said he loved Bell and cherished her uniqueness, but, he wanted it
known that he was not gay. He said that Bell could be labeled anything she
wanted, gay, transgendered, whatever, but not him.
Frankie was struck with the conundrum of Henry's logic and denial. Henry
was living with a cross-dresser who lived full time as a woman. Bell was
admitted to still being a man. She took no hormones and was physically a
man, even though you would have had to undress her to know that. On the
surface, Bell was lovely and seemed to be one hundred percent feminine.
They had been together for more than five years and in Henry's world no
one knew that his lover, his wife, his live-in mistress, was genetically a
man. It seemed that he would have been furious for anyone to know that
secret since it was obvious he guarded his sexual preferences closely.
Frankie wanted to ask Henry more details but he knew not to upset the man.
Henry laid the ground rules when the interview had begun. He wanted it on
his terms. Frankie knew enough not to ruin the interview because the man's
ego was a problem.
After ninety minutes, Frankie had enough material and was ready to call it
a day. He knew better than to upset the man, but was disturbed over the
sexist attitude he had towards Bell.
Frankie wondered whether Henry knew or cared that he was a man. He didn't
care what others did as long he was considered a red-blooded man.
At that moment, Henry looked at his watch and said he needed to leave.
They all stood and Henry shook Frankie's hand. He turned towards Bell and
gave her a warm kiss and hug and whispered something in her ear.
After he left, Frankie wanted to hear more from Bell. He felt that there
was more to be said and he wanted Bell's side of the relationship without
her 'husband' supervising what she had to say.
Bell started talking a mile a minute as soon as Henry was out of sight.
"He liked you, you know. He even told me that if you wanted to join us
back at our house, he told me to tell you he'd show you a good time."
Frankie was shocked at Bell pimping for her husband. He shook his head and
thanked her, telling Bell that he was happily married.
"That's wonderful, sweetie, but you are missing out. Henry is quite a man
and believe me, he does a really good job of satisfying, if you get my
drift."
Frankie decided to satisfy his own curiosity. "I noticed how Henry made it
obvious he was all man. But if he's with you, doesn't that make him gay?"
Bell looked at Frankie. "You aren't in the life, are you? I mean, you
don't understand what it's like to be a cross-dresser finding love, do
you?"
Frankie admitted that his book was his first encounter with other
transgendered people. He said that while he had interviewed other people,
Bell was the first person involved with a man on a full time basis.
"Well, you have to understand how I met Henry. He was my 'friend' for
years. The old story of how his wife didn't meet his needs, didn't
understand him. And so he loved my fairy ass and enjoyed everything I
would do for him that his wife wouldn't. "
Frankie had gotten another tape in his machine and was taking notes while
he listened.
"When she died, he asked me to move into his house and well, that was a
long while ago. It's hard to believe, but he does love me. He's just in
denial."
Frankie was feeling a little teary eyed. He held Bell's hand and the two
of them had a moment. "I think it's wonderful."
"And as far as that macho bit goes, don't believe it. He likes everyone to
think that he's all guy, but when it comes to satisfying me, he does
whatever it takes to please me too. And believe me, he likes to satisfy."
The two of them talked longer. Bell described her own feminizing surgeries
including several facelifts, but had stayed away from hormones. "I don't
like the idea of making myself impotent and neither would Henry. He likes
me just the way I am."
Frankie smiled and told her how beautiful she was. Then he admitted he was
going under the knife that coming week but he didn't mention his own
personal experience with the hormones and blockers.
Bell assured him there was nothing to worry about and how easy the
recovery process would be.
When Frankie said that he was only having a local and that the doctor
wasn't going to use a general anesthesia, Bell nodded approvingly.
"That's smart. Your recovery time is much better that way."
They promised to talk again soon and as they were standing up, getting
ready to leave, Bell took her hand.
"Thanks for not taking up Henry's offer. I get jealous around you young
girls and how pretty you look. I don't know what I'd do without the big
lug."
As Frankie took the cab back the his home, he found the tears streaming
down his face when he thought about the two of them and how sweet they
looked together. He only wished that he and Helen lived forever as happily
as Henry and Bell.
On impulse, he pulled out his cell phone and called his office at school.
When Mary answered, he asked her if she'd like to meet for drinks later
that afternoon.
When Mary said sure, she'd take off early and they could meet for Happy
Hour.
Frankie told her that he wanted her to meet the "real" him".
This is the end of Chapter Five. To those people who have emailed me or
written constructive criticism in Fictionmania, thank you very much.
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