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At the Fictionmania Convention II: The Price of War
by shalimar
Let me explain some things. I met Monica at a weekly meeting of my local
transgender group which just outside Atlanta, GA. She is a thirty-year-
old male to female transsexual that is what we also call a little girl.
In her mind she is really four. Although we have our differences we
became close and I eventually became her "mother."
Being both Fictionmania fans and hearing about the convention we made
arrangements to take the week off and go. Our flight was uneventful,
except Monica had too much to drink. You could say she had reason to
drink, as she was a veteran of the Iraqi War. Unfortunately, while she
was serving in the army, she saw terrible things and had to kill people.
This destabilized her otherwise kind soul so she took it out in a way
that she would forget, alcohol.
We registered in our hotel room and had our luggage taken upstairs. As
we were both doing our twenty-four/seven real life as women there was no
need for us to change. We registered for the convention and I decided to
look around the convention hall while Monica told me she was tired and
would go back to the room. Although I was suspicious, I didn't check up
on her. I found out later that I should have.
Walking the convention floor I met the Professor. He had a pretty young
lady, dressed unusual, holding his arm. She told me her name was
Princess Moonbeam. We talked and I believe we hit it off well. As we
were leaving the main convention room we passed the doors to the bar.
I glanced in and said, "OH SHIT!"
"What's wrong?" the princess asked.
"Monica," I replied. "She's drinking again. She's an alcoholic."
"Do you need help?" the Professor asked.
"I don't know. It can't hurt for you to be there with me."
As we walked in Monica was drinking a Jack Daniels. Pouring it down her
throat was a better description of her actions.
"Monica, what are you doing?" I asked her.
"Drinking. Who are your friends?"
"They're the Professor and Princess Moonbeam," I replied. "Monica,
you're allergic to that stuff. You break out in blackouts."
"Mommy, just one more please?"
"You already had too much."
"Just one more?"
She was more than a little tipsy.
"NO!"
"Aw, mommy, you're no fun."
The alcohol was so strong on her breath that I thought I would get
drunk.
"Come on, we're getting you out of here."
"Yes sir!"
Her salute made her fall, but I caught her before she hit the ground.
"You caught me. That was wonderful."
It was then that the bartender came over to us as I held Monica up under
one shoulder, the Professor held her up under the other one.
"She's been drinking hard and fast since she came in here about an hour
ago," he told us.
"What's the tab?" I asked.
"One hundred," he replied.
Still holding Monica, I opened my pocketbook and took out two hundreds
and told him, "Here are two postmen. If you see her here again, no
drinks. And I do mean none!"
"Yes, ah, mam."
We dragged Monica out of the bar and over to the elevators that brought
us to the top floor and the presidential suit.
"You're the ones that have this baby," the princess said to me as I
unlocked the door. "I was surprised to see that it was already booked
when I reserved our rooms."
"If you want to I'll switch," I told her as we put Monica in the bed.
"It's paid for. It is a small price to pay for what I need from you now,
Dianne. I think I need your help."
We fixed Monica so she could sleep comfortably.
"At this convention I'm Princess Moonbeam," she replied. "Our suite is
good enough."
"Normally I would respect your wishes, but I need you now as Dianne or
Athena. I'm desperate."
I held back tears. I hoped she didn't notice.
"OK," she sighed. "What do you need?"
"Fix my friend." I pleaded. "Fix her so she isn't an alcoholic."
"You're taking this hard when she did this to herself. I'll do what I
can to give what she needs," she replied. "Leave us alone for a few
minutes."
I went down the stairs to the lower level of my suite, went to the couch
and cried softy into a pillow. For some reason I didn't want Dianne to
know.
A few minutes later I felt Dianne's hand on my back.
"Monica is sleeping peacefully," she told me. "In an hour or so she is
going to need her mommy."
"Mommy?" I asked as I noticed the wedding and engagement rings on my
hand.
"Yes, you changed also," she explained. "She is now a sweet, innocent
girl of four with no memory of being in the war. You are now her mommy."
I gave her a hug.
"How can I ever thank you?"
"You just did."
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