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Ordinary Joe - A Beginning
Anna Feie
I was just an "ordinary joe" when this all began over a decade ago. That
Wednesday so many years ago enabled me to change my life forever.
Curiously, I never had the urge to think about being a woman before that
fateful day. The day that I won 219 million dollars in the lottery, I
was looking at 138 million dollars after taxes to be paid to me over a
30-year period or just take the cash option of 112 million. Guess what I
did, I took the cash option.
I was overwhelmed by the sudden flush of everything that happened; family
and friends I never knew about, the offers for get-rich schemes, pleas
for financial assistance to save people's homes or companies or medical
expenses. It was too much, I withdrew from society, became a recluse.
I made a home for myself in an area I loved to visit yearly for various
reasons. I bought the land, planned and built my log home. That was
fun; doing something I had no knowledge - about designing a home and
following it through till the completion of it. Before that, I had never
had the wherewithal to follow a dream through. Now I did.
Oh, I am sorry - I have not introduced myself. My given name was Allen,
now it is Catheryn. It was my mother's name I have always loved it -
Catheryn Hannah.
Back to my tale of change and discovery I started to do the many things
that I had long dreamed of but never had the money or time to do anything
about. I went on a cruise, it was okay, I made friends easily but I felt
left out of many activities because I traveled alone. I visited other
countries with the same results, a sense of something missing. But the
travels opened my eyes to other cultures, worlds and lifestyles. I
became passionate about the ladyboys of Thailand and the transsexuals who
traveled to Thailand for their surgeries. I spent many days and nights
inhabiting the lairs, talking to them to learn the "why's" and
"wherefores" of their worlds, after each conversation I felt like the
missing piece was slowly being found. Then came the desire to learn
about the drag performers, how did they achieve such ?over the top"
beauty and the "why's" of their lives.
I got home after 3 years on the road learning the answers to my many
questions with a sense of wonder and wanting to experience a new dream.
I would become a woman. I did the research; always research so I got
everything right when I went to visit my first professional. I concocted
a history that would garner me entry into the world I was envisioning; a
world of perfume, silks and satins - a world of femininity.
How little did not know of the pains I would suffer for this dream, this
fantasy. I planned my journey well, starting with the psychologist; then
the doctor - also a top notch in his field. I had envisioned returning
to Thailand to have my surgery done by the best of the best there.
I started with a psychologist who wrote me a prescription after two weeks
of daily appointments. I know it sounds improbable, but it is true - I
was able to get her to block off 2 hours each day for me. She counseled
me to start living in the feminine gender as soon as I was comfortable to
do; we talked about many things - one more brick in the foundation I was
building towards a new life.
I mentioned the pains of this trip earlier, one of the biggest pains was
the biweekly body waxing I subjected myself to - being hair free was one
pixel I had in my picture of how I wanted to look. If I thought the
waxing was painful, then the laser hair removal process was nearly equal
in discomfort. After a few months I had become almost immune to the
pain, it was becoming pleasurable. Along with the waxing and laser
treatments, I spent every two weeks having my nails done; an acrylic
overlay was done to each nail, instant one-inch length and painted a deep
dark rich red. Another feminine change was the apartment I bought in the
city; I turned it into my version of the "Arabian nights". Other desires
for instant gratification started to appear within me. I had to have
breast augmentation done cause the forms I were using were not right for
me, it came down to self-delusion and the need for instant gratification.
So with cash in hand off I went to a plastic surgeon that was outstanding
in his craft but weak in his resistance to greed. I had been living in
my desired world for almost a year, been on hormones for 6 of those
months and did not want to wait for nature to do her work. I walked in
flat chested and out with an ample set of C's. I did not want to appear
caricature of myself to be. A bit more back ground on myself, I am 5-8
in stocking feet and a svelte 150 pounds that is down from a manly 222
pounds. I am not a shrinking violet just a retiring one.
I overlooked one aspect of going ahead with the surgery before I was done
with hormones; my breasts kept growing in size. Six months after my
surgery I was a D plus. Och! My aching back!
Well, I got impatience - 19 months into my new life. I jumped the
timeline; I advanced my schedule and moved up my surgery day. So after
20 months, I had nearly completed everything?the new found femininity,
the clothing, the surgeries for facial, breast augmentation, and down
below. I even had gastric surgery to have my stomach reduced and at that
same time ribs were removed. I stand 5-8 in stocking feet, one hundred
twenty-nine pounds, a size 8 shoe, a modest 42 DD/28/39. I am my own
walking wet dream. With a tightly laced corset, my waist can be reduced
further to 22 inches, if I want to be breathless. I eat like a voracious
shrew and act like one at times with people. I didn't know I had it in
me to be naughty and bitchy.
So once this part of the journey was done, I had other plans to
implement. I had to redo my country home, buy another home closer to the
city and make new friends. I put off redoing my country home; bought a
mini-estate (7 acres with a 15 room house) near the city and went on the
prowl for something new to do. I quickly setup my new home by only
redoing the kitchen, living room, great room and 3 of the 8 bedrooms. I
figured that a new assistant could manage to implement the changes I had
envisioned. I set out by placing ads in the local newspaper, contracting
with a staffing firm who promised discreet personnel, both bore
unacceptable results. I tried alternative news outlets, but they were
worthless. I had been going out during these unfruitful times, usually
down on Church Street checking out the various drag shows and watering
holes. I got plenty of good nature replies but none who suited the
position, I had envisioned.
I wanted a male who I could turn into an ultra-feminine creature, who
caused men to fall at her feet, who would cause young men to faint and
old men to grab at their hearts. A toy that only I would played with! I
know that sounds "been there, done that", it has been done many times
over years but not by me.
I got a lucky break at the Garage on Church St one Saturday evening, a
young man who came in. I would not have noticed him if he had not
unexpectedly walked into a patron's back, he blushed as he offered up his
apologies. I had a nearby table and called to him, bidding him to join
me since I was the only one at the table. He accepted after stuttering
his objections, I swept them aside. He sat down, introducing himself to
me as Peter, a bright 20-something boy. Peter hesitantly ordered a rum
and coke to drink while I engaged him in small talk. I learned he was a
college student who adored female impersonators; he could not get over
the illusions they achieved. Someone with whom I shared an interest; a
candidate - success is within my grasp!
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