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Right from the Start, Chapter Twenty-One - 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;
Mary and Sandra: Friends, Mary is '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 Twenty-One
For the first months after her inheritance, Virginia was preoccupied with
sorting out her newly acquired affairs. She attended the weekly meetings
at the board as she slowly sounded out the members of her new board.
However, her most important move was to meet with Peter the transvestite
recluse who owned the tranny club that had provided so much support for
Virginia when she had been 'coming out' as a teenager.
As a transvestite himself, Peter understood Virginia's life issues and he
pointed out many of the pitfalls that now beset Virginia as she stepped
out onto the highroad of wealth and a property portfolio. Peter ran his
own extensive property activities from the discreet little office tucked
away behind his tranny club. He rarely ventured out in public and few knew
that Peter, the secretive property tycoon, was also 'Petra' the girl who
owned the club. Petra kept himself to herself.
It was in this secretive little office, soon after inheriting her wealth,
that Virginia approached Petre. After listening to Virginia's story, Petra
offered advice to Virginia and explained the many traps and tricks she
must learn to recognise.
As Virginia tried to grasp many of the clever financial tricks attached to
the property business her head began to swim. Petra smiled indulgently as
she explained lots about property and business in the town.
"I'll be your mentor if you want. Every time the board try to run
something past you that you aren't sure of. Take your time, get the
details down on paper then if you want help, run them by me. By the way, I
know some of the men on your board. This is a pretty small town and you
can't help but meet the other landowners. Most of the guys on your board
are pretty regular. I've dealt with a few of them and I know the
homophobic ones; but don't let that sway you. One of them is a pretty
clewed up financier. He's good for your board and your company. Just don't
let his prejudices get in the way."
Virginia listened to and digested Petra's words then, when she had
seemingly exhausted her advice, Petre paused and Virginia smiled.
"How do I know to trust you?" she grinned affectionately.
Petra's smile vanished momentarily as she became serious.
"Just remember Virginia. You came to me. I didn't invite you here. You
don't have to take my advice."
Virginia leaned forward with her lips pursed gently as she offered an
apology. Petra smiled softly and reached out to hug Virginia towards her.
Petra was not gay, she was just another member of the vast clan of
heterosexual transvestites but it was hard to reconcile Virginia's
stunning femininity with the fact that she had a cock under her frock. For
a moment Virginia tensed until Petra whispered reassuringly.
"It's just a hug. We can be friends forever now. We'll be able to run our
little property empires in tandem."
"Not so little," replied Virginia, "I was stunned by my inheritance. Did
you know anything about it?"
"Well I knew your dad strictly as a business colleague in the town but he
didn't know about my uuhhm little deviations and pleasures. Your dad was
an OK guy when he was married to his first wife Julia. It was after she
died and that other ghastly woman married him that things changed for the
worse. I can't even remember her name. He seemed to be driven by an
obsession to grow his business into an empire. I think it was her driving
him. I didn't know you were his son by his first wife Julia."
As they remained embraced, Virginia explained the family history and Petra
finally released her.
"You poor bitch. Still, it's water over the dam now and you've got your
revenge."
They broke the embrace then resumed facing each other across Petra's desk
as they fell to discussing a potential future of co-operation. It was
almost dawn before Virginia realised the time.
"Oh my God! It's getting light. Is it that late? Sandie will murder me!"
As Virginia hurried out of the club into the harsh dawn light she was
surprised to see the bin-men collecting the rubbish. A moment later she
was in the flat explaining to Sandie what she had been doing.
Sandie giggled as Virginia finished explaining.
"It's a good job I can trust you and I know Petra well. Any other wife
would have divorced you for staying out all night in a transvestite club!"
Virginia hugged Sandie tight and started excitedly describing the previous
events of the last evening.
"She's going to help me keep tabs on the portfolio and we can check out
some opportunities together. I've already got an idea for the shop that's
become empty next to Crossroads. It's a secret though so don't tell
anybody."
They talked excitedly for a few more minutes until fatigue overtook
Virginia and Sandie smiled as she gently stroked her wife's forehead then
pulled the duvet over her beautiful body.
Virginia slept until early afternoon and missed a modelling session at the
boutique but Sandie explained and Dorie Lou was magnanimous in her
sympathy. When Virginia finally turned up at three o'clock,
she was confronted by Dorie Lou, and Sian, the manageress of 'Crossroads',
the Transvestite shop that backed onto the boutique.
"We've spotted a niche in the market, reported Sian."
"What's that?" asked Virginia.
"The shop next door, it's the corner unit and the service yard at the rear
is the final piece in the jigsaw where our backyards meet. Well it's come
up for sale and I've been approached by somebody who wants to open a dress
agency."
"So, go on," replied Virginia cautiously.
"Well don't you see? It's a much bigger outlet than both of ours. Well you
know how many trannies prefer to shop at charity shops or dress agencies."
Virginia was beginning to catch on.
"So you want to open a dress agency or a goodwill store. Which is it?"
"They're very closely connected," added Dorie Lou, "Dress agencies usually
sell expensive clothes at reduced prices whilst charity shops or goodwill
stores sell just about anything that's saleable. That outlet could serve
ordinary shoppers during the day then open discreetly, later in the
evening for trannies. The site is big enough for both activities. It could
even be discreetly subdivided."
"Well in my experience," observed Virginia, "trannies often shop during
the day. Even here down in 'Hicksville'. Anyway, why subdivide the site. I
thought you of all people would accept that trannies are not some sort of
lesser breed, to be segregated or whatever."
"Well, yes, I agree," conceded Dorie Lou, "But I was wondering how to put
the idea to you. Of course trannies can shop during the day. But what do
you think of the idea?"
"Seems good to me," replied Virginia, "So where do I fit in?"
"Uuhm. Hello!" grinned Sian, "Earth to Virginia! Who's the property
tycoon?"
"Oh! Shit! Of course, I forgot. I forget sometimes, but what's wrong with
just taking up the lease?"
"It's owned by a fundamentalist religious organisation. They would
probably object to an 'ungodly' bunch of perverts soiling the town's
reputation. They were the ones who objected to my shop when the planning
applications were being filed. Anyway, the site's for sale or to let and
buying it would secure the option for any use we choose."
"Well it seems like a reasonable idea," replied Virginia thoughtfully.
"I'll have to run it past the board and get some sort of input from Petra.
She's got a good eye for spotting a niche in the property market. This
person who runs the dress agency? How long have you known her?" asked
Virginia finally.
"She's my partner," answered Sian, "she's got ssuccessful agency in the
out of town mall on Northway. She's noticed like all of us that lots of
the old mills and stuff are being turned over to small business centres
and apartment blocks. The population's moving back into town, especially
the single thirty-something's. These are the girls who use dress
agencies," finished Sian.
"So what about the other side of the coin, the charity shops?" pressed
Dorie Lou, who was secretly a bit worried about lowering the tone of the
neighbourhood, what with the district beginning to recover from the long
depression after the mills had closed.
"My partner can do it discreetly," countered Sian. "She's got a sharp eye
for the subtle nuances that differentiate between the down and out
Goodwill store and the more discerning charity shops. The charity thing
will only be a couple of shades less than the dress agency. Trust her,
I'll bring her over tomorrow and you can meet her, or better still, pop
over to the Northway mall and sound out her agency shop."
"Well, I'll run it by Petra first," added Virginia as a customer entered
and Dorie Lou had to attend to her.
She returned a few minutes later and motioned to Virginia.
"Are you up to a bit of modelling?"
"I'm always up for a bit of modelling," grinned Virginia, who, despite her
nationwide fame still worked at the boutique. This added a particular
atmosphere to the area and the small city was gathering something of a
name for fashion. Especially the few city blocks were the old mills were
being converted and gentrified.
The upshot of their activities was to create on the corner of the block a
large and unusual store were the young could indulge their fashion ideas
by dipping into a range of previously expensive lines of clothing but were
now available as 'hand-me-downs' at far less expensive prices. It became a
resource where inventive, younger girls could exploit the better design
and quality of previously up-market clothing.
The additional aspect of creating a transvestite clientele base added a
certain frisson for the more adventurous and liberated younger customers.
They often visited just in the hope of 'spotting a tranny' and yet finding
oneself pleasantly surprised if, (as they often did), they found
themselves chatting to one about fashion aspects. From these innovative
origins there sprang up an embryonic native fashion industry peculiar to
the old mill town and at its heart lay Dorie Lou's boutique.
In parallel there developed a less obvious and less public but equally
vibrant society that accommodated nearly all aspects of alternative
sexualities.
Whilst the city father's might have not been comfortable with such a
community, they were forced to concede that its development certainly
brought a new vibrancy and dimension to the town not to mention a healthy
economic boost.
Indeed one of the old closed down mills was able to re-open as a
specialist producer of cotton fashions based entirely upon the new
innovations that sprouted up in the town. Petra and Virginia had a large
part in its financing and operation and it developed into a rich vein of
fashion production. Particularly after Toni and Paula opened up a
parallel production line for some of their designs.
When the first spinning machine re-started all the friends stood on the
lower floor of the mill and hugged each other tightly as Dorie Lou
bellowed above the noise.
"My God Vinnie, you and Petra have become cotton barons like mill-owners
of olde' England."
"Yeah," shouted Virginia above the roar and clatter of the shuttles. "But
our girls ain't going to become mill girls like days of old. Just look at
Angie. She's just sat there in a sound proof cubicle, punching designs
and patterns into that computer. After that, this old machine does it all.
Who'd have thought?"
"Yeah, you can thank Mary and Sandra for that little innovation. They
refurbished the machines and soundproofed the whole building. Let's go
upstairs where it's quiet to attend the opening party and join the
celebrations."
There at the party, Dorie Lou, Simone, Virginia, Sandie, Mary and Sandra
mingled with the other prestigious guests, as their new venture was
celebrated by the city council and other esteemed visitors.
In that town at least, transvestism had found some semblance of acceptance
at last. Even Petra attended while 'Peter' stayed home.
The End
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