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Summer Experiment
Chapter 18
Frankie always enjoyed road trips. In the past, every time they went out
to the Hamptons, they rode the train or the bus. Being a true New Yorker
at this point, Frankie rarely thought about driving.
Helen drove just like she doctored, steady, carefully, and with patience.
The speed limit was sixty miles an hour and they cruised along at sixty-
two miles an hour in the right lane. Helen's driving didn't bode well
with the surrounding New York drivers. Frankie soon learned that even
though everyone was headed east to the seashore, there was a race going
on. They discovered that even the right lane was expected to drive ten to
fifteen miles an hour over the speed limit. After an hour of driving,
Helen elected that they take a break and stop for a cup of coffee and a
chance to relax.
The little diner was cute and after picking out a booth, Frankie and
Helen sat on the same side. As they sat down, Helen kissed Frankie hard
on the mouth. "Oh, I guess driving wasn't such a good idea, was it? Maybe
I should have hired someone to drive us out here."
"Yeah, it's crazy out there. And now I'm thinking about you driving back
to the city by yourself."
Helen nodded. "I'll do better on the way back. Obviously, I need to drive
faster and I'm going to leave at sunrise when no one is on the road."
The waitress came over and took their order. She was curt, almost rude.
"Wonder what's bothering her this morning?"
Frankie looked around. All he saw were rednecks, truckers, and locals.
Not a friendly lot. Frankie said. "This doesn't seem to be the place to
be right now. This crowd knows we're not from around here and they seem a
bit hostile."
Helen glanced around at the mutant morning crowd. "We've fallen off the
end of the world in Long Island."
The waitress brought them their coffee. She slapped a check down as if to
say goodbye.
Helen spoke to her. "What's the matter?"
"We don't like your kind around here."
"Our kind?"
"Yeah, we're tired of you lesbians coming in and taking over, so just pay
and get out, okay."
As they started the car, Helen and Frankie were shocked and jolted with
their brief contact with someone outside the city.
"God, what would they have done if they found out I was a man?" Frankie
was shaking. "They just thought we were both women lovers."
"Crazy."
The rest of the trip was uneventful but Frankie was brought out of his
bubble. "This was an eye opener. Is this really how people think? Do they
hate gay people that much?"
"Maybe that place was an aberration. That was just the wrong place to
go."
"I don't know, Helen. Can you imagine if those truckers knew I was a guy?
What would they have done to me? Gosh, the waitress hated us and she only
thought we were two women in love."
"Well, we won't have that problem in the Hamptons. You're fine there."
"I don't know. I don't know. I never thought that my life was in danger
in New York. I mean, in the clubs, parties, I never feared for myself.
But there, I felt their hate."
"Frankie, no one there saw anything but a pretty woman. They don't see a
cross-dresser or a transsexual, but a pretty, no, beautiful woman. So the
next place we stop, we look around before we kiss. We're simply two women
traveling together. Okay?"
"Fair enough. Smarter is better."
The rest of the trip was uneventful. Helen stepped up her driving and
Frankie paid attention to the road encouraging his wife, complimenting
her efforts.
They unpacked. They opened windows. They drove the car to the market and
purchased dry goods and fresh vegetables. By the afternoon, the two of
them sat out in the back relaxing in the sunshine. Helen's parents had
installed a small swimming pool and a deck. They sat under an umbrella.
Frankie was sipping an iced tea and Helen had a cold glass of wine.
Frankie smiled. Helen relaxed when she was out here and it was great.
Frankie kissed her. "I love you. I want you to stay here with me."
"I'll stay for a few days and then Mary comes out in a week or two.
You'll be fine. You have your computer and your work and hopefully you'll
meet some nice guys and before long feel more and more like the woman you
hunger to be. I'm hoping that when I come out to visit soon, you'll truly
understand what it's like to be a woman."
"Yeah, and what if I decide that I want to be a woman? What if I don't
want to go back to being a man ever?"
"Frankie, I love you whatever you are. I married a true and kind soul and
whether you are a man or a woman, I love you forever."
The time went by much too quickly. Soon, Frankie was kissing Helen
goodbye and watching the car drive away in the early morning mist. A few
hours later, she called to tell him she was safe and sound back in their
home.
Frankie walked around the house. He had set up his computer in the dining
area where he had a great view of the back deck and the patio. He had
turned it on and opened the files of his book.
He washed his hands and made more coffee. He checked the refrigerator and
the pantries. He wandered through the whole house.
He was bored. He was nervous. He felt awkward.
Frankie was out of his element. He was alone and feeling sad over losing
Helen back to the city. He didn't know what to do.
Frankie sat down and drank the freshly brewed coffee. He decided to sit
out on the desk and enjoy the sun.
Frankie went into the bedroom and picked out a bathing suit. It was a new
one and he loved the deep chocolate brown spandex and nylon fabric. He
hadn't worn a bathing suit outside yet. He had tried it on in the
dressing room and once at home. Frankie sat on the end of the bed. While
he pulled it up over his legs, his penis popped out towards the front.
Frankie looked down at his genitals. He had stopped taking the
testosterone blockers almost a week ago, but he hadn't noticed any
difference. His genitals still felt like they belonged to someone else.
During sex, he had no erections only an occasional swelling when Helen
sucked on him.
Standing, Frankie drew the suit up over his bottom and his hips. He slide
it up and pulled the suit up as he bent forward sliding his breasts into
the built in shelf bra. After settling his breasts into the suit and
adjusting the shoulder straps, Frankie pulled the crotch out and slipped
his hand between his legs.
He tucked himself as far back as he could and smiled as his testicles
easily slipped up inside his body. He wondered if, with the blockers
behind him, his testicles would begin to regain their size and density.
They had shrunk to the size of marbles and even his cock seemed to have
atrophied to something smaller than his pinky.
He checked himself out in the mirror. He turned and examined his rear,
his hips, and his crotch. Everything looked just fine. He spread his legs
and was satisfied that everything looked fine. His crotch was flat and
nothing showed.
Frankie tugged at the suit. Every time he moved, the suit slid up on his
bottom making him feel naked and exposed. Why don't they make these
suits more comfortable, he thought. Maybe he's look at two piece suits
while he was out on the island.
Frankie pulled his hair back in a high ponytail. These days, his hair
fell past his shoulders. As Frankie put lipstick on, he realized it was
almost a knee-jerk reaction to put on makeup. He wouldn't have felt
normal without wearing makeup or perfume..
Frankie went outside and sat on a chaise and faced the sun. He took a
deep breath. He tried his best to empty his mind and relax. As he fell
asleep, he knew he was overwrought and tired.
As he began to work on his book, Frankie developed a routine. Each
morning, he'd rise and make coffee. While it brewed, he took a shower.
Then he dried off and used moisturizer. He'd pick out a simple outfit or
putting on a bathing suit and a cover-up. Then he worked on his book.
After a few hours, Frankie would take a break for a light brunch. He ate
even less each morning since moving out the ocean. He was becoming
acutely aware of his body under a thin bathing suit. Since every bit of
food showed up as a round protrusion on his flat belly, Frankie counted
each calorie.
Whether it was inside in the dining area or outside on the deck, Frankie
worked. His book seemed to act as a calming balm. At noon each day,
Frankie would stop his efforts and change to go for a run. Helen had been
right when she said he needed new running clothes.
He had bought several jogging bras, all white, all cotton and spandex.
They held his new breasts flat to his chest keeping him from bouncing
when he ran. He purchased several thin running tops and matching shorts.
He hadn't been thinking about style as much as efficiency. The outfits
clung to his body, making him feel very feminine and girlish while he
ran. Even his running style had changed. Instead of charging hard he felt
more gazelle like.
Frankie liked the bright sunshine and enjoyed running for an hour.
Sometimes it was a few miles along the ocean or around the small town. He
enjoyed the release his mind felt when he ran.
Frankie would shower again after his run and put on a pretty dress and
heels. He'd take the time to apply makeup and perfume. Frankie was
enjoying these daily rituals. He was starting to enjoy his life at the
ocean.
Then, he'd walk the two blocks into the center of town to a little caf?
and depending on the weather would sit inside or out and work for another
hour or two. He'd order iced tea and a sweet cake to celebrate the end of
his workday.
By three o'clock each afternoon, he was done his work and would window
shop in the stores in the small or take a cab along the coast to another
town to shop.
Frankie ate dinner at six o'clock and then took a nap until ten. He'd
wake and dress up and take a cab to one of the many dance clubs in the
Hamptons.
Once he had a routine, he was feeling much more comfortable. As he walked
around town, he was treated just how he looked. He was a woman for all
intensive purposes. And the first time someone asked to see his ID, he
showed his drivers license. Helen was right. They looked at his picture
to see if the name matched the name on the credit card.
The biggest problem was that Frankie was lonely. He talked to Helen each
day, normally in the morning while they were having breakfast. One
morning, Helen told him she had to stay in the city to catch up from
taking the days off last week. Frankie was pouting. He was tired of being
alone.
"Aren't you getting out?"
"Uh-huh."
"Have you made any friends yet?"
"No."
"You need to make some girlfriends. Check out the shop girls and find
some young single girls you can go to clubs with."
Frankie sighed. He hated getting advice like he was a child. But,
naturally, Helen was right. Women went to clubs in packs.
One lonely afternoon, Frankie sat at his usual table working on his book
when a shadow blocked the sun from his eyes. Thinking it was his
waitress; Frankie instinctively picked up his empty ice tea glass and
held it up for a refill long before he took his eyes off his computer and
work.
The hand that brushed his and took the glass away was a man's hand. As
Frankie looked up, he saw the large, broad shouldered man walking away
with his glass and approaching a waitress. Frankie was blushing red when
he arrived back with two glasses of tea, smiling, and asking if he could
join Frankie at the table.
Taking the tea, Frankie apologized. "I'm sorry. You caught me off guard.
I assumed you were my waitress. I wasn't thinking."
The man smiled. "That's fine. I was looking for an excuse to ask to join
you and now I've got one. I'm Alex and I was wondering what you were
concentrating on."
As they shook hands, Alex pulled out a chair and sat down.
"I'm Frankie. It's a book I'm writing. I'm held to task by my editor to
get a rough draft of some chapters finished by Friday."
"That's great. Does your book have a title yet?"
"Sure. It's a sociology study called "From MetroSexuals to Transsexuals."
"Again?"
Frankie laughed. "I'm a sociologist. It's a study about the evolving
merge of gender blurring. So the study runs the gammet from metrosexuals
to transsexuals. The idea being that gender is constantly changing and
the lines are dissolving."
"Really? That sounds interesting. I'm sure that everyone knows a lot of
metrosexuals these days. Even my friends call me a metrosexual because I
have a lot of free time on my hands for myself. But, as far as the rest
goes, I'm an innocent. I don't know much about transsexuals. We see a lot
of gay people and cross dressers out here, especially at the clubs. And
what have you learned about all of that?"
"Well, I've been doing my research during this past school year in the
city where there are many people to study. I teach at NYU."
"Oh. I see. Is that the usual topic a pretty woman would chose to take
on? I mean, what's your personal interest. Are you gay?"
Frankie smiled. "Well, Alex. It's a lot more complicated than that. It's
a pet topic of mine."
"Really? Why?"
"Well, I wasn't born a woman. I'm a man."
Frankie smiled as Alex choked a bit on his tea. Frankie had wondered what
it was going to be like to tell someone straight out about his gender
switch. He had thought about being subtle and beating around the bush.
But then, Frankie decided to drop the whole thing right n the stranger's
lap and see what happened. After all, what would be the problem? The man
would either walk away or stay and chat. Either way, Frankie was
comfortable.
Frankie knew that it was different out here in the Hamptons than the
truck stop back on the highway. Back there, he had developed certain
paranoia, but here he felt like he was still in the sophistication of New
York. He wasn't worried about acceptance.
"A man? You?"
Frankie nodded.
"That's hard to believe. I sat there at the other table for the past ten
minutes staring at you, wanting to find a way to introduce myself and
meet you. Uh, you've got me at a loss for words." Alex lifted his hands,
helplessly.
Frankie sipped his tea. He smiled and put in down on the table. "It's
okay. I just wanted to tell you upfront so you wouldn't think I was
trying to trick you or take advantage of your good nature. If I bother
you, this would be a good time to shake hands, get up, and leave. And by
the way, thanks for the refill." Frankie held out his hand to shake and
held up his glass of tea with his other. He noticed that his nails could
use a new coat of polish.
Alex wasn't moving so Frankie pulled his hand back and set his glass back
down. He counted mentally to ten. At ten, he smiled. "You're still here."
Alex nodded his head. "Uh, I'm having trouble processing all of this.
I've never been put in a spot like this. The only female impersonators
I've seen have been on television. How long have you been a woman?"
Frankie winched. To him, female impersonator was insulting. "I guess the
pat answer would be to say all my life, but the truth is that this is an
experiment to see how the other half lives. I've been living full time as
a woman for weeks. I spent the school year in transition for this. I've
always dabbled in cross-dressing and my wife made the suggestion for the
book and this experiment."
"Uh huh, your wife suggested it. So it's kinda like you're a science
project."
It was Frankie's turn to laugh at loud into his tea. "Yeah, I'm the
project, maybe a variation on Frankenstein's monster."
"Hardly. I don't see a monster, just a beautiful woman. Geez, the whole
time I was watching you, I was turned on. Does that make me gay?"
"No, but now that you know what I am, how do you feel?"
"In shock." Alex lowered his voice. "But still turned on."
"Then you might be a little gay."
Alex shook his head. "You look too beautiful to think of you as a man. I
don't know what to think. I think if I forget about the man part,
everything works for me."
Frankie laughed. "Whatever."
"And you're married."
"Uh huh."
There was a silence at the table until the waitress came by and asked if
they wanted anything. When Frankie shook his head no, she left the bill
on the table. As Frankie reached for it, Alex's hand covered his to take
the check.
"Here, let me."
Frankie drew his hand back. The brief brush had made him feel warm
inside. He knew the feeling and tried to suppress it. Alex didn't look
like Bruce. He was older and less attractive. But, Frankie knew that he
still liked this guy. Crazy, I'm crazy, Frankie thought to himself.
"Okay. Thanks."
As they stood up, Alex reached for his wallet. "After I pay this, would
you like to take a walk? I want to hear more about your book."
Frankie agreed and excused himself to the ladies room while the waitress
locked up his computer in the office of the restaurant.
Closing the door behind him, Frankie leaned back against the wall and
took some deep breaths. Alex hadn't been frightened off when he told him
the truth and he invited Frankie to take a walk. What did that mean? Was
Alex interested in him? Was Frankie interested in Alex?
Frankie pulled out his brush and did his hair while he looked himself
over. His makeup looked fine and well, so did he. He was wearing a simple
light blue striped dress with a button front. It was demure and proper.
Thank goodness, I'm not showing off my breasts he thought. He was pleased
that the tailored dress showed off his curves without flaunting. He
checked his hem making sure his slip wasn't showing and looked at his
makeup again. It was fine.
Walking back out into the sunshine, Alex was still there waiting. As they
started off, he asked about the book and Frankie told him all about the
research. He was interested enough to ask intelligent questions as they
walked around the streets looking in the shop windows.
Frankie found out that Alex was a local. He was divorced with a four-
year-old child and an ex-wife who lived ten miles away. Alex owned rental
real estate and lived off the income.
"It's pretty good. My parents were real estate agents and always buried
their profits back into beach housing. So now that I'm in charge and
they've moved to Florida, well, we're all rich."
"Rich is good. My wife's family is rich."
"Yep. Rich is good."
"Tell me about your wife. She must be pretty unusual."
"Well, this whole lifestyle wasn't planned but she is the most
encouraging person I've ever known."
"She left you out here for the summer?"
"Well, she has her practice and she's going to come out on the weekends."
After a while, Frankie told Alex that he'd need to start back home to
make dinner.
"Would you like to dine with me? I know all the good restaurants."
Frankie was happy to have someone to eat with and agreed. They returned
to the cafe to retrieve Frankie's laptop and Alex led Frankie to a
vintage Porsche parked across the street in front of Chadwick Real
Estate. As they climbed in, Alex watched Frankie wrestle with his skirt,
showing off a lot more thigh than he planned.
As they sat very close together in the little car, Alex sighed. "You are
very pretty, way too pretty to be a married man. My body is not thinking
that you are one of the guys. My body is thinking how fortunate I am to
have met a beautiful woman and have her here in my car."
Frankie laughed and placed a hand on Alex's bicep. He was quite strong,
"Well, my body is saying that it's hungry."
They drove off laughing. Alex was wondering just what was happening.
After all, he wasn't queer but the beautiful person sitting next to him
looked more like a picture out of a magazine than another man. She
smelled wonderful and looked beautiful with her long blonde hair and
beautiful dress. And those legs!
Alex hadn't bought anyone dinner in a while and this was a treat. He had
been buried under the seasonal rentals paperwork and getting everything
straightened out at the office. He had impulsively gone out for a breath
of fresh air and now here he was with a beautiful woman, well, what
looked like a beautiful woman.
Alex never had questioned his sexuality before. He had never thought of
himself as anything but straight, but in the past few hours, he was
attracted to this 'guy' and curious about why.
Frankie liked the little restaurant with the view of the ocean. They
ordered drinks and seafood and Frankie was enjoying himself. The hours
flew by and before long, the dinner was over. Frankie was having a good
time and didn't want it to end. He felt like Cinderella at the ball with
Prince Charming.
They were back in the car and Frankie was giving directions back to his
house. Frankie was having a great time and didn't want it to end. He
impulsively wanted to invite Alex in, but knew that he wasn't ready to do
anything more than kiss him goodnight so Frankie thanked him for a great
evening and got out of the Porsche and gave Alex a kiss on the cheek and
a squeeze on his leg.
As he walked up to the front door, Frankie turned and waved goodbye. He
smiled and unlocked the door. As Alex drove away, Frankie waved.
This is the end of Chapter Eighteen. To those people who have emailed or
written constructive criticism, thank you very much. It means a lot to
know someone is reading. All criticism is appreciated. It only helps me
strive to do better.
Now, here is an opportunity for you to help me. I never thought this
story would run for eighteen chapters and I am nowhere done yet. While I
am almost done finishing up Chapter 19, I have to admit I have been
writing this story as much for the reader as I have for my own pleasure.
I have a few twists and turns in mind for Frankie, Helen, some of the old
characters, and a few new ones, but I would love to hear from you on
where you would like to see Frankie end up when school starts in
September.
Tell me what you think about how the experiment should end. Tell me what
you would like to see and then give me a chance to work it out. I do know
the story runs it's course and ends in Chapter Twenty-Five on Oprah's
show.
Thanks.
Clover
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