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Summer Experiment
Chapter 25
By the time Friday night rolled around, Frankie was feeling pretty good
about herself. She was felling closer than ever to Mary. They had talked
and talked and each time she unburdened herself, Frankie felt a little
better and a lot wiser. Mary was helping her get a handle on her
emotions, which seemed to be taking her on a roller coaster ride.
Frankie admitted to herself that she had blundered through the past
couple of weeks, making a mess of things. It was almost as if everyone
out in the Hamptons was oversexed from the salt air and sunshine. It
amazed her that Alex could be so blatant about picking up women in such a
small town, but Mary reminded her that the Hamptons were only an
extension of city behavior where everything goes. The good thing was that
Frankie felt like her eyes had been opened. I don't know it all, she
thought, but I'm a lot smarter today than I was a year ago. At least I
know myself better.
The second night, after dancing in the clubs, they were sitting under the
stars and talking. Frankie was a little depressed and feeling sorry for
herself again. She had never had a real friend to share with and was
unloading on Mary.
Mary laughed. "You don't know how lucky you are."
After lots of discussion, Frankie realized she was so right.
Mary made a good point when she said that Frankie had to start loving
herself before she could love someone else. At that moment, Frankie knew
that she loved Helen more than ever.
Friday afternoon, she and Mary both sat on the bench in the center of
town waiting for the Hampton's Bus Line to deliver Helen to them. With a
hiss of air brakes, they watched the weekenders emerge. Helen appeared
with a bright smile on her face.
As Frankie trotted over to greet her, the first thought that came to mind
was how tired she looked. She looks older, she thought.
Frankie and Helen hugged and kissed and then Helen hugged Mary.
"Have you been taking care of my sweetie?" Helen even sounded tired.
Mary smiled. "We've had some good talks and some great times."
Frankie knew that she didn't have a lot of girl friends to confide in.
She had been so wrapped up in her teaching and her relationship that she
didn't have too many friends at all. Mary was the only woman she talked
to about her personal life.
Frankie wondered if Helen and Mary talked about her behind her back.
That's stupid to think, she thought, but they had arranged the Bruce date
and well, Frankie wondered what was happening now between them.
But, before Frankie could start to worry about conspiracy theories, Helen
turned to her. "I've missed you. You look good."
Frankie nodded. "I've missed you, too. You look tired."
"I am. I've been working long shifts and not getting enough sleep. I feel
like hell. But, now I'm here and I feel like I belong." She hugged
Frankie tightly and kissed her again.
They loaded up Bruce's car with Helen's bag and then the three women rode
the short distance to the cottage.
Helen sighed and looked around. "It's been too many weeks. I need this."
As Helen unpacked, Frankie and Mary sat on the bed chatting.
When Helen said, "What's new?" they both laughed.
"Frankie's been busy."
Frankie blushed. "Yeah, writing my book."
"Uh huh, writing her book."
Helen watched the two girls giggling.
"Yeah, Frankie's been really busy with her book and other things."
"Other things?"
Frankie felt the tears forming in her eyes. "I'm learning, but it seems
that I'm learning the hard way. I'm glad you're out here now."
Later, after they ate Frankie's dinner and were sipping wine on the deck,
Helen reached over and held Frankie's hand. "That was nice to sit around
and eat and talk. I've been grabbing junk for weeks and I miss your home
cooked meals. It's so nice to be here with you and listen to the surf.
I've missed the moments when we're together." She leaned over and kissed
Frankie.
Frankie kissed her back. Her lips were so soft and smooth and the taste
of her lipstick reminded her of all their times together. She leaned in
closer and nuzzled Helen's neck, smelling her perfume. She had forgotten
how sweet Helen smelled and tasted. Frankie suddenly started to cry.
Helen took her face in her hands and kissed her tears. "It's okay, baby.
I'm here now and nothing bad is going to happen."
Mary gave them each a kiss and said she was going to get ready for bed.
"Last night was a late night and I'm exhausted. Goodnight, you too."
After saying their goodnights and watching Mary slip away into the house,
Helen moved over to Frankie's chaise and kissed her. Her hands crept up
under Frankie's blouse and cupped a breast.
Frankie moaned. "Oh, Helen, I've been so stupid without you. I wish I
could do things over again. I've been a fool."
"It's okay, you know. I love you."
Frankie kissed her back. "I don't know if you can love me when you find
out what I was doing. I acted pretty stupid and I thought some pretty
dumb thoughts."
Helen smiled. "No one is charged with thought crimes. Are you feeling
better now?"
"Uh-huh. It was good having Mary out here to talk to. She's been great."
"Good. We have lots of time to talk about things, but I just want you to
know I still love you and want you to be my wife."
Frankie smiled. "Do you want a wife or a husband?"
Helen paused. She thought about it. "Not really much difference is there?
It's all semantics. What do you want to be?"
"I've never stopped loving you, Helen. But I think that I'm destined to
be a woman now. I don't think I want to go back. I love what I've
become."
Helen nodded. "I love you too. I love what you've become. But whatever
you decide, it's fine with me. I want a happy you and what ever makes you
happy is fine for me."
Frankie felt the tears coming again. "You're so good to me. And I've been
bad."
Helen traced the tears on Frankie's cheek. "No. I encouraged you to
experiment and experience everything as a woman. To do that, you had to
feel loneliness and some pain, too. It's not all a fantasy being a real
woman."
"Yeah, but..."
"No buts. The important thing is that you feel good about yourself. We
can talk about the details down the line. And I have some stories to
share with you too."
"You do?"
"Sure. Those evenings I spent with Gwen were eye openers. I've never seen
anything like that. She's amazing."
"Really?"
"Oh. You'd be amazed at what you can do with some scarves and bedposts
and well, a paddle and a whip."
"Oh."
"Yep, we have lots to try out."
Frankie laughed through her tears.
As they got undressed for bed, Helen pulled Frankie close and kissed her
hard. Standing there together, Frankie looked down into her eyes. She
loved this wonderful woman and hoped they were destined to spend their
lives together. They made each other happy and needed each other. There
was no denying that. Frankie felt secure and knew that Helen meant every
word when she said she'd accept her regardless of what she decided.
Lying in bed, kissing, Frankie probed the soft, tender flesh between
Helen's legs. As Frankie worked her way down Helen's belly and ran her
tongue inside, she smelled her lover's scent. It smelled so familiar, so
sweet, and so Helen as Frankie licked and kissed and nibbled. Frankie
felt Helen move her around closer. Helen spread Frankie's legs and freed
her genitals from between her legs. Helen took them in her mouth.
As Frankie buried herself between Helen's smooth legs and deep into her
moisture, she felt a stirring and knew that she was getting an old
familiar reaction from deep inside her body.
Helen sucked deeply and stimulated the penis that was growing in her
mouth.
As the two women held each other close, Frankie felt herself growing
hard. She grinned. It was something she hadn't felt in a long while and
the familiar feelings excited her, she knew what that stirring meant.
Frankie pulled herself out of Helen's mouth. She moved around and kissed
her on the lips. Frankie nibbled on her neck as she levered herself
between Helen's legs and in to her moist opening.
The two eagerly joined together. Old pleasures weren't forgotten as the
couple concentrated on pacing each other and reaching climax together
before the moment expired. As Frankie felt herself coming, she moaned out
and Helen shuddered with her own orgasm.
It was not the longest, nor the hardest, but it was the best Frankie
could remember.
As they lay there afterwards, Frankie felt a sense of pride. She wondered
whether it was the timing or Helen herself that had stimulated her to
erection, but she knew it was their chemistry together that had made the
moment.
As they fell asleep in each other's arms, Frankie felt good, very good.
Two months later, Frankie sat in the makeup chair as the producers talked
in her ear.
"You'll be on the couch with Phil and Oprah will be across from you.
She'll run through the introduction and hold up your book. Then, she and
Phil will discuss the topic and turn to you for expert advice. Keep your
answers simple and fundamental. Remember, the people in the audience are
new to the topic and are interested, so keep them that way."
Frankie nodded as the makeup girl spread powder on her freshly scrubbed
skin. Frankie watched the mirror as the girl applied the cover up to
eliminate the glare of the lights for the television cameras. Frankie's
face looked clean and youthful. Her experience with hormones seemed to
have turned back time and she looked more twenty-five than almost thirty.
Other than that, nothing much had changed. While the collagen had
dissipated and dissolved, Frankie still was as pretty as before. She
missed the bold curves sometimes. While the hormones had changed her
body, she still had a long way to go. The temporary collagen injections
had been a confidence builder and right now, a confidence builder would
have been appreciated.
Frankie nodded to the producers who kept talking.
"Great. Well, you'll be on a few minutes, so try to stay calm. In the
second part, we'll have some other experts out there too, but you're the
center of the focus throughout the show. After we finish with you in
here, we're getting your wife, Helen into the chair for her makeup."
Frankie smiled. Helen was a lot more nervous than she was about the
appearance, but their meetings with the producers had assured her that it
was going to be a walk in the park.
Frankie was helped up from the chair and took a minute to study herself
in the mirror. Frankie had chosen a neutral image for the television, a
non-threatening fun outfit. Starting with rich burgundy cowgirl boots
with a two-inch heel and boot cut jeans that hugged her curves, Frankie
felt young and all American. The white western blouse had pearl buttons
and white silk stitching did nothing to hide her petite breasts in the
lacy bra.
As she tugged on the unstructured burgundy denim jacket, Frankie turned
and checked her hair. Her long, thick mane was pulled back in a high
ponytail and tied off with a burgundy ribbon. She had recently been to
the salon and had the blonde frosting dyed over with russets and reds, a
fall color blend. She liked the new color and it went well with her skin
tones. The girls at the salon said it was understated and rich with
autumn hues and Frankie was very pleased with her look. Small gold
earrings and a matching gold bracelet and watch rounded out her ensemble.
Perfect, she thought. Non-threatening.
Frankie's makeup was minimal. She wore mascara and liner and a touch of
color on her lips. Just like Frankie, understated and simple. Believable.
She followed the producer onto the stage and to the couch. As she went to
sit down, she was introduced to Dr. Phil. Gosh, he's big, Frankie
thought. Larger than life.
Phil engulfed her hand in his giant paw and smiled. "Good book, real good
book. Want to have you on my show when our people can book you."
Frankie nodded and smiled. "Wonderful, thank you." Frankie knew it was
all about exposure and sales.
Oprah's melodic voice greeted her. When they had lunch together
yesterday, Helen was in awe of the woman. Frankie enjoyed their time but
felt like there was a wall separating Oprah's inner thoughts from the
ones she was speaking. Frankie wondered what she was like when she wasn't
?on'. But, as long as things went well today, it really didn't matter.
Oprah smiled. "Frankie, this is going to be an exciting show. Try to
relax and enjoy every minute and don't think about the millions of people
who are going to see it when it airs."
Frankie laughed and realized her mouth was bone dry. She reached for the
courtesy mug and drank deeply.
Oprah laughed and waved a warning finger. "Don't drink too fast or all
you'll think about is having to pee and we don't stop for too many breaks
once we start to shoot."
A few minutes later, Oprah spoke into the teleprompter as she rehearsed
and they got a sound check off their mikes. And then they rolled.
The opening close-up was of Oprah and her smiling. Then she started her
introduction. "Hi everyone and thanks for tuning in. Today's show is
going to wow and amaze you as we talk about whether you should feel
threatened when your man reaches for your makeup and hairspray. What
should you say when he talks about moisturizers and well, lip gloss?"
Frankie watched Oprah pause for effect.
"And what should you do when he wants to have his nails manicured or when
he wants to wear concealer or liner? Should you worry about your
sexuality or his? How about when your hubby wants to talk about his
feelings? Well, we've got some experts on the show today who can answer
your questions and maybe pose some new ones. One of my guests is new and
one you'll welcome back."
"My first guest is the best selling author of my newest favorite read, so
let me introduce Dr. Frankie Johnson, author of 'From MetroSexuals to
Transexuals'."
Frankie took a deep breath as the cameras rolled back and revealed them
sitting on the couch.
"And we're welcoming back a real friend to the show, well, you all know
my friend Dr. Phil!"
After the applause died down, Oprah smiled and looked into the camera for
her close-up. "And we'll be back to discuss all of this after a break."
The lights dimmed and Oprah leaned over and smiled. "Going just great."
Frankie was surprised when Phil leaned over and put his arm on her
shoulder. He leaned over and whispered, "You're going to do great, little
lady."
Frankie smiled back. When the lights came back on, they got a countdown,
and Frankie took some deep breaths.
The on airtime flew by. She answered questions and talked. Oprah had
placed some experts in the front row of the audience; one who sold
cosmetics for men and another was Frankie's plastic surgeon. They talked
about men wearing makeup and men having cosmetic surgery. The topics
ranged and Frankie was called on to talk about her interviews with cross-
dressers, transvestites, and transsexuals.
Phil was helpful in defining terms and reminding the audience that gender
and sexual preference only blurred the lines even further. They discussed
MetroSexuals in a light and casual way. Everyone agreed that makeup and
moisturizers posed no threat to marriage.
Then, Oprah smiled as the camera moved back in on her. "Coming up, we're
going to invite someone else to the couch and turn our discussion to
something a little more, well, serious. In the past half hour, we've
discussed the emerging Metrosexual and we can all appreciate someone who
wants to look good. But, what do you do when your husband tells you that
he's really a woman trapped in a man's body? What happens when your
husband, your man, wants to live his life as a woman? How do you deal
with the man who suddenly confesses that he doesn't want to be a man
anymore and wants to be a woman, too?"
"We're going to invite Dr. Johnson's wife to the couch, that's right, I
said wife, ladies because in the midst of all his research, Dr. Franklin
Johnson, realized that he was transgendered and wasn't a man but a woman.
Back after the break."
Frankie realized that Phil was staring at her. Uh-oh, she thought, no one
told him.
Phil was staring at Frankie's curves. It was obvious he was a bit shocked
but being a pro, was taking it all in without saying a word.
Frankie kissed Helen as she came out and sat besides him. Phil had moved
to a new chair over by Oprah.
Oprah smiled. "Helen, it's going to be just fine. We're going to do this
with lots of style and class."
And Oprah did. They talked openly about Frankie's cross-dressing and
years of hiding his feelings. Helen talked about her clinical experience
and admitted that she wanted Frankie to find herself and be happy
regardless of the outcome. She talked about her emotions and how she put
them on the back burner so Frankie could evolve.
Oprah looked at Helen. "Did you ever feel threatened by Frankie's
awakened awareness? Were you ever worried?"
Helen held Frankie's hand as she talked. "Sure, Of course, I did. But, in
our case, it wasn't a shock. I knew all about Frankie's dressing when we
met. She didn't have to closet her feelings or hide from me. If anything,
I encouraged his coming out. I never worried about our relationship since
it was built on honesty. I just loved her and wanted her to find
herself."
Oprah looked surprised. "I don't know if I could have been so
understanding. I might have been a little more insecure about all of
that."
Helen nodded. "There were times when I worried. I wondered where it would
lead her, but I felt in my heart that it would work out for the best
regardless of whether we stayed together or not."
Oprah asked Dr. Phil his opinion and then talked to a number of experts
in the audience. No one criticized Helen or Frankie and treated them with
respect.
Oprah turned back to Helen. HelHelHH"You have no problem living with
Frankie now that she's become a woman? Are you jealous?"
Helen shook her head. "We're still a very happily married couple."
Oprah looked puzzled. "But, aren't same sex marriages illegal in New
York?"
Helen nodded. "They are. But Frankie is still legally a man."
Frankie looked over at Phil, who looked a bit green in the gills. Uh-oh,
she thought, there goes that invitation for his show.
Oprah smiled and looked at Frankie. "Frankie, you could have fooled me.
You look one hundred percent female. And since we're on the subject,
Frankie, I heard that you and Helen separated this past summer so you
could finish your research and well, learn about yourself?"
Frankie nodded. "It was my first time of living my life as a woman,
Oprah. Before that, it was catch as catch can. Helen was very encouraging
and felt that some time alone would help me to discover myself.
"Speaking about the summer. Frankie, we have some photos to share with
the audience. Helen, it's hard to believe that these two photos are of
the same person."
They showed a large projected picture of Frankie finishing the New York
Marathon three years ago. He was standing there smiling and sweating in
his running tee and shorts. His short hair matted down and damp. And with
only his running clothes on, he was definitely looking like the husband
with Helen standing by his side.
The second projected photo was from the Hamptons this past summer. It was
one of the two-piece bathing suit photos that Mack had shot. It was all
cheesecake and high fashion. Frankie's frosted hair was teased and blown
out. Her smile was pearly white and beautiful. Her makeup perfect. Her
tiny bathing suit did nothing to hide her collagen-enriched curves.
Frankie's long legs accented by stiletto pumps, her shapely hips barely
covered by the small bikini, and of course, her swollen breasts proudly
jutting off her thin frame said sexy and all woman.
Upon seeing the two photos and Frankie sitting on the couch, the audience
reaction was predictable and loud.
"Now, now, folks. We're here to find out how you'd handle it when your
husband feels like he's a woman inside. Phil?"
"Well, Oprah, it's different in every case but it comes back to love,
cause ..."
Frankie turned to Helen and took her hand. They were off camera and she
leaned over and whispered, "How are you doing?"
Helen smiled and nodded.
Oprah asked about her obvious curves in the photo and Frankie described
the surgeries and the implants. Oprah directed her discussion to
Frankie's surgeon who sat in the front row. The audience listened as he
described the surgeries that he performed on Frankie over the past year.
After they had more discussion, the producers were signaling that their
time was running out.
"Frankie, this has been great. I'm sure everyone here will be excited to
get a copy of your new book and we want to thank all our guests. Helen,
Phil, and all our experts."
As the audience applauded, Frankie felt relieved it had gone so well.
"Frankie. I know all of us are as interested in your personal story as
the book you wrote."
"Thanks, Oprah. I'm working on another book now that describes my
transition. It's called "Summer Experiment".
Oprah smiled. "Hopefully you'll come back and visit us again when it's
done."
Frankie nodded to Oprah and thought to herself, ?it's really never done,
is it?'
Dear Readers,
Thanks for your comments, critiques, and support.
I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did writing it.
Elle
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