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Right from the Start: Chapter Sixteen - By: Beverly Taff Simon: The main character; Dorie Lou: The girl next Door who has now married Simone; Mrs Jane Benson: Dorie Lou's mother; Sandra: Simone & Dorie Lou's lesbian friends; Mary: The 'bi' while her spouse Sandra is lesbian; Toni and Paula: Their Italian lesbian friends; Mrs Webster: Their old form Teacher Doctor Wendy: Simone's Endocrinologist Doctor Julie: Simone's Psychiatrist. Sophia & Alicia: Mary and Sandra's mothers. Jeanette & Sandie: The sales assistants in the boutique. Virginia: A Model who will come to befriend them. Chapter Sixteen That Friday evening Sandie stayed home and babysat her young cousins. Her uncle and aunty were visiting and she had struck a deal with her mum and dad. She would babysit her young cousins on Friday night and help with preparing the Sunday lunch for their visitors whilst her brother who had a college football game on the Friday had arranged a lift home un-announced. He would babysit the young cousins during Saturday. Sandie had already agreed with her parents that she could go to the nightclub that Saturday before her brother's unexpected homecoming and her relatives unexpected visit. Early on the Saturday morning before going to work, her mother laid down the same rules. "Your dad and I will collect you if you wish, but stay in touch. Call us every hour." "But mum, it's special night. There'll be lots of dancing. Can I stay until midnight?" "Ask your dad." Fortunately, Sandie's dad was anticipating a family barbeque that lunchtime and then a visit to the local football game with his son and brother and the two young nephews. He was in generous mood and nodded agreeably after Sandie had told him that mom said she could stay until midnight. "Your brother can collect you if we are still celebrating a victory." Sandie had little interest in football but she was bursting with pleasure when she met Virginia during an afternoon modelling session. "I'm coming to the ball tonight," she squealed ecstatically. "Oh goody. D'you want me to collect you?" "That would be great, about eightish." "Have you got a decent gown?" asked Virginia. "Not really. I've only got my prom dress." "That will be perfect. Just imagine, a real 'home-coming queen' at the tranny ball. All the girls will be delirious. What colour is it?" "Lemon." "Good, I can get some ribbons and stuff from Cross Roads before I shut the shop and we can brighten you up. It's always good to adopt your own theme at the autumn ball. Prom Queen will be delightful." "What are you going as?" asked Sandie. "Queen Elizabeth, the Virgin Queen." "Well what else?" giggled Sandie as the excitement took her. "Virginia the Virgin Queen. Are you a virgin?" Virginia's smile evaporated and a cloud darkened her face. She answered with a monosyllabic yes. Sandie realised she had somehow overstepped the mark and she swallowed nervously as she apologised. "I, - I'm sorry Virginia. I forgot, I clean forgot." Virginia sighed regretfully then leaned forward and kissed Sandie gently on the cheek. "It's not your fault Sandie. You're not to know or understand. I'll explain tonight when we're at the ball." "But when will you change? Cross Roads closes at eight." "I'll change in my apartment after I pick you up. It won't take long, everything is laid out ready. It's just a matter of slipping the dress and petticoats on. It's not the full Elizabethan thing, it's a dress modelled on the Elizabethan style. You'll see." Sandie smiled happily. She would have another chance to see Virginia undressed and she would find out what Virginia's big secret was. 'It must be something awful', thought Sandie, 'for it to affect her more than being a transvestite.' They exchanged affectionate kisses again then Virginia left via the back door to resume her other job in Cross Roads. Sandie resumed tidying up the racks and displays with the occasional sale to bolster her commission. By the end of the month she would have a tidy sum, perhaps even enough for the down payment on a car. She hummed happily to herself throughout Saturday afternoon. Dorie Lou and Simone watched her and smiled. They weren't sure why Sandie was so happy but they had their suspicions. They had not failed to notice how Sandie lit up every time Virginia came in to model for them. At four o'clock, Simone approached Sandie. "It's quiet here now. We'll lock up. You might as well grab an early one." Sandie's eyes widened gratefully then she frowned slightly. "Can I ask a favour?" "Go on love," Replied Simone. "Can I have a small advance on my commission." Simone's eyebrows lifted with curiosity. "Going somewhere special tonight?" Sandie smiled and nodded but said nothing. Simone smiled inwardly and asked no further. Sandie could be quite a chatterbox so if she was saying nothing, she didn't want people to know. Simone was pretty certain that she was going out with Virginia but she kept her counsel. If she was, then Virginia was a very lucky girl. Simone took fifty dollars from the till and offered it to her. "Is that enough?" Sandie's eyes widened with surprise. "Oh hell that's too much. I only drink soft drinks and the food's free." "Oh, party is it?" "Sort of, but there's dancing." "Oh, a night club?" "Yes but RG's go free." "RG's?" Simone looked askance, "Do you mean Real Girls?" Even as she said it, Sandie realised she had given away her secret. Her face went scarlet. 'If Simone knew what RG meant then everybody must.' Simone struck Sandie as a bit of a straight-laced prude. For Sandie presumed that Simone lived with Dorie Lou as two virginal spinsters. She did not yet know that Dorie Lou was pregnant by Simone. Sandie stared at the ground and silently cursed her own stupidity. However Simone smiled softly then casually exposed her own suspicions. "Are you going to a gay club with her?" "She's not gay! She's just, - just a, - just a transvestite." "Well I'm not judgemental. Have yourself a good time but be careful, just because if it's a gay club, there might still be some predatory bisexuals. Just be careful" "It's not a gay club," protested Sandie, "it's a transvestite club." "Oh! Is there a transvestite club in this town then?" added Simone, "Well then I would advise you to be doubly careful. Trannies aren't gay, most of them are heterosexual." "I know that," replied Sandie, concerned that the conversation was getting too deep, "Virginia's a heterosexual." "Oh-ho!" grinned Simone, "So how did you find that out? Has she tried it on with you, you're only seventeen you know. Whilst you might be of a legal age, you're still a bit na?ve about sexuality." Sandie became a bit flustered. 'Simone seemed to know an awful lot for a prissy old spinster.' To Sandie's seventeen years, Simone's mid to late twenties seemed like an eternity away. "How do you know so much about it?" asked Sandie. "About what dear?" "Transvestism, Virginia not being gay, all that stuff." "All that glitters does not have a double refractive index darling." Sandie's eyes widened curiously. 'Now where had she heard that before? Wasn't it on a website somewhere, when she was finding out about transvestites after learning about Virginia.' "What does that mean?" she asked. "It means things are not always what they seem. For example think of Virginia. She's as beautiful a girl as anybody could wish for and yet, -" Sandie nodded again. "But Virginia's nice. She's lovely and she'll never rape me." "Well I'm pleased to hear that. How do you know?" "Virginia's cock is tiny, it's no bigger than the first knuckle of my little finger and she cant get it up; she can't get an erection. She almost looks like a girl down there." "Good heaven's, you mean she's been taking the wrong types of hormones?" "Well no, her mother dosed her with hormones. It's being going on since she was six or something. Anyway, what d'you mean, 'the wrong types of hormones?'" It was Simone's turn to lift her eyebrows in surprise for she had unwittingly revealed too much. However she brushed it off and persisted with her own questions. "Who would do such a thing? Who gave her those hormones?" "It was her mother. She caught Virginia trying on her sister's panties and it went on from there." "Good God! That woman always struck me as a bit of a tyrant, but that's downright cruel. What does Virginia feel about it?" "She's got mixed feelings. She likes her body; she loves her beautiful female face and her curves and breasts but she wants to be a father and she can't because her penis doesn't work. She seems particularly angry about that but I don't know why. I think she's going to tell me tonight at the club." "Good, there shouldn't be secrets between couples. Try and find out what actually happened?" Sandie nodded and proffered the fifty-dollar note back. "No you keep it love. That's free. Think of it as a present from Dorie Lou and me. Enjoy your night." "Gee thanks. Thanks a bunch!" "Well go on then, what are you hanging around here for? Go and get ready." "Before I go, can I buy some glossy tights? You know, those very shiny ones." "Of course darling, you know where they are. What colour, so that I can check them out. Use your staff discount." Sandie pulled open the appropriate drawer and selected a shiny, pale, forty denier, semi opaque lemon pair. They were a unique brand and difficult to get hold of but their boutique stocked them though they were very expensive. Simone checked the tights through the till and deducted the staff discount then handed back the tights. "Those are really nice. It's a rare colour, any particular reason?" "Virginia and I have chosen a yellow theme, these match the ribbons on my gown." "Well, you've got expensive tastes young lady but it's for a special occasion. Go on now, enjoy!" Sandie shouted her thanks across the clothes racks to Dorie Lou and Jeanette then skipped happily out of the back door of the shop. It was obvious she was going to Cross Roads for there was no need anymore to hide her friendship, with Virginia. As she crossed the yard she realised her friendship was much more than that. 'There was something about Virginia that Sandie was really attracted to, something really special. If Virginia had had a functioning penis, Sandie wondered if she might not have lost her virginity to Virginia by now. She was a lovely person, just so sweet and so caring.' In Cross Roads she showed Virginia the tights. Virginia's eyes widened appreciatively. "Oooh! Those are lovely. Where did you get them?" "Out back, we stock them. We're the only stockists in town." "Gosh! Are there any more?" "Yes and there's a tall girl size that would fit you." "Oooh! Go and get them. We could sell hundreds of these in Cross Roads. Miffs always use opaques, it helps hide any hair if they haven't shaved their legs." "Why, you don't shave your legs," grinned Sandie. "Of course not darling but I like the look of those. They'll go well with my Elizabethan gown. I can match the jacket and collar from my wardrobe." "What, you've got different coloured collars, those big ruff things that Elizabethans wear." "The very same darling, I'll show you when we get to my apartment." "Ooooh! That sounds like 'Come up and see my etchings dear.'" "Well your safe with me darling," sighed Virginia wistfully, "No stiffy, no rape." Sandie nodded commiseratively. She was beginning to understand and share Virginia's pain about her penis so she changed the subject. "I'll go and get those tights." "Thanks darling." Two minutes later, Sandie had returned with two versions of the tights and held them up for Virginia's inspection. "Opaque or Semi-opaque?" "Oh Semi for me darling, my legs are hairless." "I know darling, I was just thinking of the Elizabethan hose theme. You know, their hose was knitted from silk. Opaque would be more realistic." "Very thoughtful darling but I'll go with the semi's." As Sandie was about to return to the boutique with the opaque tights a voice with a nervous tremor called softly from a row of gowns. "They look nice. I'll buy the opaque ones are they extra large?" "No, they're extra tall with a support panty," declared Sandie. A slender, medium-sized, rather young transvestite appeared and studied the package. Sandie's practised eye quickly adjudged that they would fit and she advised the customer so. Virginia turned and nodded. "You can put them on here, but once the package is broken you'll have to pay and they're expensive." The transvestite hesitated but Sandie took immediate control. She prided herself on her sales technique. The poor boy was desperately nervous. "Don't worry darling, they'll fit you. Look, it says five six to six foot. That's well within your range. I'll help you put them on. You're quite safe with me. I'm a real girl. I won't attack you." The young transvestite smiled gratefully and gently took the proffered package. He studied the size chart on the tights and asked again. "Could you tell me what size I am? I, - I, - I'm new to sho, - shopping." Virginia immediately explained. "Don't be afraid dear. Look we've got wall charts everywhere with conversion information. What do you need to know?" "My, - my body, my sho, - my shoes, everything." Sandie smiled again and took a tape off the counter as she explained. "Look dear, I'll take all your measurements and explain how they apply and where they are measured. You see girls are measured differently from boys. I'll show you as I measure you up. Don't be afraid, I'm a real girl and you'll see how things are different between us. Virginia will explain how they apply to the conversion charts. Then we'll write everything down. Is that OK?" "Oooh! Yes! That would be super." "Right, as I said just now, I'm a real girl but Virginia's a tranny like you so don't be afraid. How old are you?" "Si, - sixteen." "That explains everything. If this is your first time, then this is what Cross Roads is for, now, into that changing room and off with your frock." The young sixteen-year-old's eyes widened, partly in fear and partly in hopeful anticipation, he had never dreamed that a real girl would be helping him on his first attempt at shopping. Sandie watched him as his confidence grew and he stepped bravely down the passage to the changing rooms. Sandie followed him with tape measure in hand. "Now off with that frock. It' doesn't fit you and that repair to the seam is not acceptable. Did you do it yourself? "Yes." "And is this the only frock you've got?" "It, - it was my older sister's, she threw it out, and I rescued it from the goodwill bag, my mother was preparing." "Hmmm, that figures," observed Sandie as she ran her fingers over the careworn garment. "How many times has this been handed down?" "I've got three older sisters and an older brother." "So you're the youngest." "Yes." Sandie completely understood the young boy's situation. She came from a poor white neighbourhood where clothes were often handed down and even occasionally handed around between neighbours. This poor kid was black and obviously in the same predicament or perhaps even worse. "So your panties and bra; are they your sister's as well?" continued Sandie. The boy nodded, ashamed not for being a transvestite, but because his clothes were so worn and shabby. Sandie's heart bled for him. "Look kid. You are about the same size as I was a year ago. I'll measure you up and if you wait here until around eightish, I'll be back when the shop is closing and I'll bring some of my old dresses. They're at least better than these. Come on, lift your arms and I'll explain as I measure you." The boy did as Sandie instructed and she explained as she went. "Girls measure their bust like this see, under the breasts first like so, then they do it a second time around the nipples or wherever their bust is biggest. Then they can refer to this chart and the number of extra inches tells them what size cup they need. You have literally no breasts so a triple 'A' trainer bra would be all you need, size thirty- four or possibly-y size thirty-six. Jack sighed despondently because he so wanted breasts. Sandie smiled encouragement. "Yes, but all is not lost, perhaps you could do with a thirty six because my guess is you're still growing and perhaps with breast forms, - you never know. We'll make a girl of you yet." The boy smiled gratefully as Sandie wrote down his most suitable bra size and what to do if he ever used breast forms. "Right," continued Sandie as her enthusiasm took over. "Now let's do your waist. First look at me and see the difference. See where my waist is. It's not far below my ribs. That's because girls have bigger hips and the taper from my hips to my waist goes a long way up my body see. Look, here's my narrowest measurement and it's only a few inches below my bottom rib see." The boy's eye's widened appreciatively as Sandie grabbed his hand and placed it on her waist. Sandie ignored his reaction. The poor kid had probably never hugged a proper girl. She went on. "Now if we measure your waist; - come on, lift your arms again; you'll see it's just about an inch or so above these bony crests to your pelvis. There you are, see, a twenty-seven inch waist, and then if we measure your hips around your hip joints there, see it's only 28 inches. You've got virtually no hips. Now, look at my hips. My waist was twenty- five inches and my hips are thirty-seven. Just look at the taper from my hips to my waist. You're almost straight down. You've got a lovely figure for a boy, but that's not what you want is it?" The boy wagged his head with disappointment. "Well don't worry, we can fix that a bit but it would be expensive. You're best bet is to dress down a bit and pretend to be a younger girl, say fourteen and not yet filled out." "But I wanted to look older," objected Jack, "old enough to get into that club on Fourth Street. I've heard there's a special fancy dress ball tonight." Sandie giggled. "Darling, some say every night is fancy dress night at that club, but for some of us, it's their everyday clothes. They live as women. Now, you're over sixteen, so you'll be allowed to enter the club but not drink, at least not drink alcohol. They're strict about booze. I'm not allowed to drink and I'm nearly eighteen. Have you got an I.D, card?" "Yes." Jack dug into his battered leather handbag and produced a shiny new plastic ID with a picture of him as a boy. "That will be fine," said Sandie, "and you can be sure they'll ask to see it. Then they'll let you in if you're cross-dressed. Just knock politely on the door and be courteous when you explain. Better still; if you come with Virginia and I, we'll escort you in. Once you join, you'll get a membership card with your photo and just a number on it. The only thing on the card that identifies you to the club is a number. When they read your number in future visits, they'll ask your name and you can confirm your identity to match your number. Now these are your measurements and these are your sizes in woman's clothes and shoes. We've got shoes in your sizes here but they're expensive. Stay here with Virginia until I return with some old dresses. I'll be back before eight. I haven't got a wig, but perhaps Virginia might have something. See you later." Sandie left the boy sitting in a pair of tired, shabby panties and a frayed oversized bra. His shoes were down-at-heel and oversized while the pathetic excuse for a wig looked more like a badly thatched bird's nest on his head. Virginia came to sit beside him and offered him a mug of coffee. The boy hesitated nervously. "Don't worry. It's not drugged or anything." "Thanks," whispered the boy as he watched Sandie exiting the shop. "That girl's great, look, she's given me a complete rundown on my sizes." "Yeah, she's good kid. She's my partner. Her name's Sandie, what's yours?" "Jack." "Well I've heard a girl called lots of names darling, but rarely Jack. Don't you have a more feminine name?" "What d'you mean?" "Well, most trannies have a female name or preferably a femme name. Mine's Virginia, my boy's name used to be Vernon but I live permanently as Virginia now." "Oh, I, - I've never thought about that. This is my first time out as a girl." "Yes, that's obvious but never mind Sandie won't let you down and I might be able to help with that awful wig. I'll be changing when Sandie and I get to my apartment. It's right next door to the club. You can wait outside on the sidewalk or come up to my apartment and make yourself presentable. You'd be safer in my apartment." "Gee thanks! That's just so nice. Why are you doing this, I mean, I'm a black kid from the wrong side of town." "Listen Kid, you offered to pay for the tights and that was all the money you had in your purse. I'm not blind; I saw your wallet when you opened it. There was just enough money to pay for the tights and nothing else. A thief might have tried to grab the tights and leg it." "What! In these shoes?" protested Jack, "hey don't even fit me properly and they've got high heels." "Yes kid but not as high as mine or the other ladies in the shop. We would never have caught you." "Yeah, and then I could never have come here again. It's the only shop in town I can come to." "Likewise for all us trannies darling, unless of course you try the charity thrift shops, now, what about a femme name?" "I dunn'o. I've never thought about it." "Well you'd better. We can't call you Jack in the club." Jack thought about it for a while as he sipped his coffee. Virginia stood up and smiled. "Take your time love. It'll be your femme name for life. If you want, we can make it a ceremony in the club. Find Jack a suitable name. It's been done before with first-timers." "Mmmm, I think I'd like that, s sort of christening ceremony." "Exactly, now I've got to attend to the shop. Just wait here until Sandie returns." "I can't go anywhere, I ripped my dress this evening putting it on. I'd rip it again if I tried to repeat it without somebody to help. I'm stuck here until she gets back. What happens if she doesn't return?" "Don't worry darling, she'll be here." Jack sat for nearly two hours but eventually Sandie returned with at seven o'clock with a large bin bag. "I told my mother there was a charity auction tonight and I've emptied my closet of some old dresses and stuff. Try some of these on." She emptied the bag onto a large table and Jack squealed with delight. The dresses were nothing spectacular but still miles better than the virtual rag he had arrived in. He and Sandie spent a solid hour trying out various outfits as Jack preened himself in the mirrors and Sandie gave advice. "It's a pity there are only a couple of pairs of shoes," observed Sandie. "I had to get these strappy sandals because we can adjust the straps at the ankle and at the ball of the foot. If you're toes overlap the soles, it won't be too serious but my feet are a couple of sizes smaller than yours." At this point Virginia appeared and overheard. "Don't worry Sandie, I've got lots of shoes from all through my growing up. There'll be lots of shoes to fit him in my apartment." "Dammit! I wish I'd known, I could have brought more frocks and no shoes." "Hey girls" cried Jack, "You've done more than enough already. I'll never be able to repay you. I dunn'o how to thank you." "OK then, have you decided which outfit you're going to wear? They all fit OK," finished Sandie. Virginia picked up a lemon chiffon number and held it up. "Wear this, it'll match your new tights and I've got a lovely pair of shoes to match. I'm sure they're the right size." This advice, removed any doubts from Jacks mind for as a novice he had no idea what to wear. Eagerly he stepped into the gown and shuddered with delight as it slithered down his glossy lemon tights. Jack had never been so blissfully happy. Sandie and Virginia smiled and simultaneously pecked him on both cheeks. Never was a wider or happier smile ever seen on a sixteen-year-old transvestite's cheeks. They bid cheerio to Sian, the shop manageress and clambered into the taxi that dropped them outside the club in less than fifteen minutes. "Are you waiting outside on the sidewalk, or coming up to my apartment?" asked Virginia. "I'll come up. These sandals are tight." "Come on then." Jack followed eagerly behind Sandie's swaying butt and secretly wished he would one day resemble Sandie or Virginia. 'If Virginia looked so good, then there was hope for him yet,' he thought. 'He was only sixteen and nowhere near finished growing.' When he followed the pair into Virginia's apartment, it seemed like an Aladdin's cave. For the first few moments, Jack was left to just stand and watch as Virginia produced her 'Queen Elizabeth' creation and Sandie marvelled at the detail. God Virginia, it's beautiful. Did you do all the little beadings?" "Yes. They represent pearls. If I'd had the time I'd have sown on lots more. I found the beads in a bankruptcy sale last Saturday. What d'you think?" "It's fantastic! I'm jealous!" Sandie carefully laid the dress out again and then noticed the ruff collars. "Oh my Go-od! Where did you get these? I thought they only did them in white." "Oh they're not real ruffs. Look." Virginia produced some stiff yellow netting and laid a decoratively edged piece of yellow lace flat upon it. Then she started to corrugate it until she had formed a circle exactly like an Elizabethan collar. The trick was simple. "All I have to do then is thread a few cotton threads around the inner ring and the job's done." Sandie was impressed and watched as Virginia stitched two buttons and loops on the ends. The ruff collar now maintained it's own circular shape as Virginia span it around her forefinger. "Voila, Elizabeth rules!" "Gosh, you're clever," gasped Jack. His remark reminded Virginia of Jack and his needs, namely shoes and a wig. By now she was reduced to her bra and panties with the brilliant lemon tights and Jack stared wonderstruck at her utterly feminine form. Sandie caught him staring as Virginia bend down to root for a suitable pair of shoes from her overstuffed closet. She tapped him on the wrist playfully and whispered "Eyes off! She's mine. Get that bird's nest off your head and take those shoes off." Jack obeyed eagerly and in short order Virginia had found a suitable wig. She teased it a bit to make it presentable then dug out two yellow hair ribbons and some broad yellow ribbon to make a sash. Finally she found a pair of suitable heels, the correct size, the trouble was they had four-inch 'fuck-me' heels. Virginia wagged her head and shrugged as she turned to Sandie. "Here Sandie, tidy Jack up a bit while I get dressed." Sandie quickly had Jack turned out as a delightful fourteen-year-old girl going to her first dance. Jack studied himself in the mirror and giggled. "I really look like a girl, pity I don't have bigger breasts." "You're a fourteen year-old, if you want breasts you'll have to use cotton wool," advised Sandie as Virginia called for help. In the bathroom Sandie tussled with the heavy beaded gown and within another five minutes, the three of them were properly dressed. In short order, the trio presented themselves at the door of the club next door. "Does this club have a name?" asked Jack. "No, it doesn't need one. We trannies know of it and we simply refer to is as the club or one eight five if it does need clarifying." As Jack stood marvelling, the door opened and the three minced happily inside. Virginia made the introductions for Jack and Leslie grinned as they explained about awarding Jack a femme name that night. "His coming out night, is it?" smiled Leslie. "Sort of," replied Sandie as she turned to Jack. "Well; show Leslie your ID girl." Jack got a little flustered as he dug his ID card out of his handbag but calmed down after Leslie processed it and entered his male name onto the club's computer. Leslie reassured him about security. "Don't worry Jack. We only enter your femme name against your membership number so we'll change it after you've chosen a name. We don't even log your real name or address." Jack nodded contentedly. He was a wiz with computers but could only use the one in the school and the public library. He didn't have one at home for in his neighbourhood, it would probably have been stolen within a week. Besides, he couldn't afford one. With registration formalities completed the trio skipped up the stairs to the clubroom to meet Sally and Jemima. As introductions were made, Jack looked around. "Isn't there any music?" "Not up here and not yet," replied Sally, "it'll be down stairs and after ten. This is as much a social club as a nightclub. We like to chat as well as dance. You can go down and check out the dance floor if you want. Tania's down there setting up the stage for the drag acts then after they've finished, the band usually starts at about tennish." Jack was overwhelmed with curiosity and got up to check the rest of the place out. Sandie gently took his arm and warned him. "Don't speak to any strange men darling. You look like Lolita in that outfit." Jack giggled at her joke about strange men then thanked her for the warnings, for despite his youth, Jack was a street-wise kid from the tough side of town. "I've met worse men than these Sandie," he replied softly. Sandie saw the meaningful look in Jack's eyes and nodded resignedly. "I know that Jack, but don't get into a row or ruckus if some girl latches onto you. You're fair game in here if you're alone and you look like jailbait." Jack smiled excitedly. "Do I really look that good?" "To some, yes, take care, not all trannies are nice girls." "I just want to dance. Where's the harm?" "Well just dance then kid. But when you've stopped, make sure nobody thinks you're their property." Jack grinned then teetered away on the 'fuck-me' heels that Virginia had lent her. Finally Sandie turned to chat to Sally and Virginia. Sandie was keen to get to know more about Virginia but she realised there were pitfalls because there were obviously serious issues between Virginia and her mother and sister. Instead she let Sally chatter on about her life with Jemima and as the conversation opened up, about their two daughters. Sally was obviously besotted with her daughters and inevitably produced the pictures and videos on her mobile phone. Sandie grinned as she studied them and casually mentioned that she would one day like to have a couple of children. "Sons or daughters?" replied Sally without thinking. "Oh I don't know, so long as they're healthy, you know." "Don't you have any preferences?" asked Jemima adding that she definitely preferred daughters, "No, I honestly don't mind. I've got brothers and sisters and nephews and nieces, I really don't mind, just so long as I have some." Suddenly, Sandie realised that Virginia had gone deathly quiet. She felt a lump land in her belly as she realised that children was the one thing Virginia had said she could never give her. As Sandie noticed the years begin to glisten in Virginia's eyes she cursed herself silently. 'Dammit!' cursed Sandie, 'How could I have been so thoughtless and so bloody stupid?' She started to apologise then realised this might only make things worse so she told herself to 'shut-the-fuck-up'. This of course was equally disastrous because it only reinforced the strained silence. Sandie was at her wit's end as to how to try and get away from the subject of children. She stared at Sally and pleaded with her eyes to somehow find another subject but Sally had been equally embarrassed by their mutual faux pas. She was also wondering how to steer away from the issue. The more they searched for a gambit, the more strained the silence became. Meanwhile of course, Virginia was becoming more and more tearful. Sandie tried to snuggle up closer to Virginia but Virginia did not respond. She did not actively reject Sandie but there was certainly a coldness there. Normally, Virginia would have wrapped an arm around Sandie and returned any intimacies. The silence endured for several more minutes before finally the thump of music filtered up from the floor below. Sandie turned to Virginia. "D'you want to dance?" "No, you go." Sally and Jemima seized the opportunity and slinked self-consciously away and down the dance-floor. They had sensed that if any fences were to be mended, it seemed best if Sandie and Virginia solved the issues themselves. One the other couple had left, Sandie felt better able to express her remorse. "I'm so sorry Virginia. I'm just so, so sorry." "So that's it then," replied Virginia, "it's over." "It's not 'Ginny'! I still love you." "Yeah but where does that go. Who's going to give you children? I can't!" With this last declaration, Virginia slumped into Sandie's arms and burst into tears. Several girls noticed Virginia's distress and came over to ask if everything was OK. Virginia was well liked and few wanted to see her hurt. Sandie responded with reassurances and requests for more tissues to stop the tears until eventually Virginia recovered her composure. "I'll just go and powder my nose." Sandie nodded and the two retreated to the ladies room. After sorting herself out, Sandie found herself waiting patiently for Virginia to emerge from her stall but nothing seemed to be happening. She waited a minute or so longer then decided to check. "Is everything OK?" whispered Sandie. There was no answer and Sandie became worried. She called a little louder but again there was no response. At this stage two other girls entered and noticed Sandie's concern. "Is she OK?" asked one. "I don't know. She's not answering," replied Sandie. The older girl bent down to check under the door but failed to see any feet. "I don't think she's in that one," she observed. "Well she was. I saw her go in," replied Sandie nervously as she bent down to check. Then she checked all the cubicles and they appeared to be 'empty' "She must have gone out before me," wondered Sandie aloud. The older woman exchanged a concerned look with her partner and motioned to Sandie. "Look over the door love." Sandie's face paled as she recognised the implications. She stood by the door and raised her arms inviting the larger 'girl' to lift her up. Her worst fears were realised as she discovered Virginia hanging by her neck from the high level cistern. "Oh my God!" she screamed. "Quick!" The larger 'girl' needed no further persuasion and with all pretence of femininity put aside, she shoulder charged the door. Quickly she hoisted Virginia up and Sandie frantically struggled with the knot. The other girls raised the alarm and within moments the lady's room was full of helpers. Fortunately one was a casualty doctor and knew what to do. Virginia was administered first aid and swiftly delivered to the casualty department at the city hospital. Fortunately no serious harm was done. The incident had been brief and no brain damage ensued. As they swept through the city streets in the ambulance, the doctor, who had bravely decided to accompany the pair despite being 'dressed', explained. "The drop wasn't far enough to break her neck the only danger was damage to the ceratoid artery and or oxygen starvation. She'll be OK in a couple of days. Look she's coming round as we speak." Sandie lurched forward and peered tearfully into Virginia's eyes. "Why! WHY! WHY!" The doctor gently restrained Sandie as Virginia just rolled her head and stared vacantly at the side of the ambulance. "Leave her," mouthed the doctor silently, "Don't upset her." Sandie nodded acknowledgement and wrung her hands with anguish as the Ambulance finally arrived at the hospital. As the doctor accompanied Virginia into the casualty room, Sandie was left to report the details. The nurse, well used to such procedures, simply plodded in a monotone through the questions. "Name, sex, age, address, next of kin." Sandie answered as best she could until it came to 'Next of Kin'. 'What should she say?' she wondered. Finally she decided to lie and declare herself as Virginia's life partner. The nurse didn't even blink and Sandie sagged with relief. After answering all the questions, she was directed to a row of chairs in the waiting room and told to wait. After an hour, the doctor from the club emerged and called her over. "She's OK. There was absolutely no physical damage. The trouble is all in her mind. She wants to speak to you. And after that, the psychiatrist wants to see you." Sandie let out a long relieved sigh and followed the doctor through the door. Fortunately it was still fairly early and the casualty department was still quiet. Things would get hectic later on as the drunken car-crash victims and fight victims arrived. Sandie hoped to out of the ER room by then but the doctor explained. "She has to remain under observation for forty eight hours. She was unconscious you see." Sandie began to envisage all sorts of problems. Above, she would have to explain to her parents why she was phoning from casualty. Despite this, she came to Virginia's bedside and struggled to remain calm. She did not want to distress Virginia further. However, Sandie could not hide the accusative sense of betrayal that glittered through the tears in her eyes. 'Why, oh why had Virginia been so selfish, so inconsiderate?' Virginia stared guiltily at Sandie as they both finally recovered enough composure to talk. Eventually Sandie found her voice. "Why? Why did you put me through that? I didn't deserve that, I'm sorry about the baby thing. We can always adopt." Virginia stared at Sandie for long moments before explaining. "It's not the baby thing; well it is, but it's not your fault. It's mine." "No it isn't," replied Sandie, "It's that witch of a mother of yours. You had no control in the matter." "No! There's more to it than that," countered Virginia. "More!" gasped a disbelieving Sandie, "How can it get any worse?" "They're thieves," stated Virginia flatly. "Thieves? What d'you mean, thieves?" "They've stolen my inheritance." Sandie fell silent. There was obviously something else that Virginia had not told her. She sat silent waiting for Virginia to elaborate. Virginia turned away and stared at the wall for long moments before gathering her thoughts. Finally she turned to Sandie and explained. "It's about babies?" Sandie still didn't understand so she sat patiently waiting for Virginia to expand. Eventually Virginia continued. "You see, when I was only eleven, my father died in an accident at his yard. He was burned in an explosion and took several days to die." "And?" pressed Sandie. "He was conscious for a day but in great pain. His partner and the lawyers got him to write a will. He was only forty and had not done so up until then. When the doctors told him he was going to die, he wrote a will. I only saw him twice before he died. He must have known about my cross-dressing and gender thing, so he put me in a straight jacket. I could only inherit his share of the business if and when I fathered a child, a son, to carry on the family business. It had to be a son. If not, then the business would go to my sister and her children. My mother put paid to me ever becoming a father by dosing me up with hormones. I never knew about my dad's will and happily took the female hormones without realising what they would do to me. Ipso-facto, I can't have kids, so I'll never get what was rightfully mine." "But that doesn't affect us," protested Sandie, "I don't care about any money." "You should though," countered Virginia, "It's a about fifty million dollars." Sandie's face blanched as she squealed. "Whaa, -!" "Yes, fifty Million and that was at the last count. I learned it from the lawyers when my sister declared she was going to get married. Once she has kids I'm finished. Well I'm finished anyway. I can't get it up. I can't make a baby." Sandie's squeal had alerted the doctors who thought Virginia was getting distressed. The psychiatrist entered the room and suggested that Virginia got some rest. Reluctantly, Sandie left but the psychiatrist ushered her into a side office. "I'd like to talk young lady; you are a lady aren't you?" Sandie nodded, pleased at least that the doctor had not made that mistake. "Can you throw any light on why she might have done it?" "I can now," replied Virginia, "Well at least, it's one good reason. There might be others." "Go on," pressed the psychiatrist, "I'm listening." Sandie pointed to the psychiatrist's tape recorder and warned him. "This goes no further. I want that thing turned off." "It's just for my notes," she protested. "Sorry," countered Sandie firmly, "No tape recorder or anything else electric." "Why not?" "Virginia's got enemies. If they got hold of any of her medical stuff, God knows! Especially psycho-babble stuff!" The psychiatrist recognised Sandie's inherent distrust of her profession so she adopted another tack. "What enemies?" she asked. "Her immediate family. You know what Virginia is; you've just treated her along with the casualty doctors. Her family are totally against her lifestyle and they might use anything I say." "This is medical information. Confidentiality prevails." Sandie gave the psychiatrist a long knowing look and the doctor shrugged resignedly. "OK then, no tapes. I'll just take notes." "I'm a bit wary of that as well, but if you must." "I'm afraid I must. Virginia might have to be sectioned." Sandie felt a cold shiver surge through her body as she gasped. "Sectioned! She's not mad, she's just a tranny." "Or a transsexual, a suicidal transsexual." "So! That doesn't mean she's mad!" "Attempted Suicide might." Sandie cursed silently. She was going to have to be careful. "Virginia's not mad." "I think I should be the judge of that, don't you?" "No, you don't know the whole story. I don't know the whole story. Let's see what you think after I tell you the whole story, or at least the bits she's told me." "That's precisely why I want to speak to you, now, might I respectfully ask if we can we get on?" Sandie swallowed fearfully as she realised what she told the doctor might permanently affect Virginia's whole future. 'She was going to have to be very, very careful.' The psychiatrist sensed Sandie's resignation and settled in her seat as Sandie drew a cautious breath. "Virginia's not mad. She's hurt, she's wounded, she's angry, she's frightened but she's not mad!" "Go on," encouraged the psychiatrist. Sandie sucked her tongue nervously. She knew she was in deep, much deeper than she wanted to be. "I don't know the whole story, but what I do know is pretty bad." "That's a given," replied the psychiatrist, "Virginia would not have attempted suicide if it was good, would she?" "Yeah, well, I don't know everything." "You've already said that. Now can we, -" Sandie hesitated then slowly, with constant asides and qualifiers; she revealed what she had been told. When she had finished, it was ten o'clock and Sandie became nervous. The psychiatrist picked up Sandie's tension. She smiled reassuringly then nodded. "Well thanks for all that. I'm glad you told me. It throws a lot of extra light." "And do you still think she is mad?" "I didn't think she was mad in the first place. I just needed some background to explain Virginia's distress." "So she's not going to be sectioned." "I doubt it. The last place for a sexually dysphoric person is a state run institution." "Thank God for that. Can I go now? I have to phone my mum and dad." The psychiatrist nodded and smiled. Sandie wondered if it was the smile of a crocodile. She made her excuses and left. In the public area, Sally, Veronica and Jack met her. "How is she?" they chorused. "She'll live. They're sending her up to the open ward for forty-eight hours observation. It's something to do with her having been unconscious for more than a certain time or something. I've got to phone mum and dad. They'll be getting worried." "D'you want a lift home?" asked Sally, recognising Sandie's logistical problem. Virginia was the car owner, so now; Sandie was stranded without transport, as was young Jack. "Oh would you. Thanks," replied Sandie, "The less they know of all this, the better." Jemima nodded and also motioned to Jack. "You too I suppose." Jack nodded then explained. "I have to change back to my male stuff. They're down an alley near where I live." "That figures," observed Sally, "We'll sort it out. Come on, let's get going." They left after stopping at Sally's place to help Jack clean his makeup off then they stopped by the alley. Jack disappeared momentarily and stripped behind some bins to emerge moments later looking like any typical street kid of the inner city. He handed back the fem clothes to Sandie then disappeared into the gloom. "He's brave," observed Sally as Jemima picked their way to Sandie's house. "He's on home turf. We'll be seeing him again soon," observed Jemima knowingly. "Why d'you say that?" asked Sandie. "You should have seen him dancing. He was gone man, in a world of his own. He's a good mover too." "Well, I'm sorry. I missed all that, and I don't suppose he acquired a name either, what with everything." "No," replied Sally, "That went by the board as well." When Sandie arrived home, she slipped around the back first to stash Jack's clothes, then she returned to the front door and rang the bell. "Oh hello darling, we weren't expecting you until midnight." "It wasn't as good as I expected," said Sandie, which was true. Because she had come home early, Sandie's parents were content not to ask any questions and after a shared cup of chocolate, Sandie went to bed. She was exhausted. End of Chapter Sixteen - To Be Continued Comments and Feedback greatly appreciated !!