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The Deb Ball
By Bronwen Welsh
One thing you need to know about Australians - we never use a long word
when it can be shortened. The 'deb' of the title means 'debutante'. I
checked using Google and I think the term is understood by most readers,
but for the record, it refers to the old custom in high society of young
women of marriageable age making their debut in society and incidentally
meeting eligible young bachelors. Originally the British debutantes were
presented at court, but the present Queen, God bless her, did away with
that fifty years ago.
Deb balls are still very popular in Australia, especially in the country.
An anachronism you might say, but for young girls who spend 95% of their
life in jeans there is still a huge attraction in wearing a long white
gown not unlike a wedding dress, and enjoying an evening escorted by a
young man who is awkwardly wearing a suit, perhaps for the first time,
and fumbling their way through some ballroom dancing while being
applauded by local dignitaries and their parents.
Not long after my father died, my mother decided for economic and
sentimental reasons to move back to the little town of her birth, some 70
miles north of Melbourne. It is called Kyabradilagong, a name almost
bigger than the town itself. It is said to derive from an Aboriginal
word meaning something like 'good fishing where the rivers meet', and as
you might guess everyone calls it 'Ky'. I had just started university,
so it was decided that I would stay in Melbourne and keep in touch by
phone and email, which, being a good son, I did every couple of days. It
was during one such chat on the phone that Mum sprang a surprise on me.
She had settled in again well, meeting up with old friends and getting
involved in the social life of the town, and it happened that the local
deb ball was to take place in four days time. However disaster had
struck. One of the girls, Fiona, had been struck down with appendicitis
and was now recovering in hospital, and definitely a non-starter for the
Saturday event. I tried to sound interested when she told me that
Fiona's partner-to-be Todd, was devastated that he had no partner to
accompany. I found this hard to believe. Look at the pictures of any deb
balls and while the young women look happy and gorgeous in their white
satin frocks, their escorts always look uncomfortable and wishing they
were somewhere else. This guy Todd must be one in a million.
Then Mum threw in what Americans I believe call a curve ball. Whatever it
was, I certainly wasn't expecting it.
"I was wondering" she began "if you might be willing to help out by
taking Fiona's place?"
It's moments like this that your brain goes into overdrive, so much so
that words somehow don't come out. Mum took my silence for consent.
"You will? Oh thank you darling, everyone will be so pleased."
"Hang on Mum" I finally spluttered. "Do you know what you're really
asking?"
I guess I'd better do some explaining at this point. I have four elder
brothers and I know for sure that when she was pregnant with me, Mum was
desperately hoping for a girl. Somehow she concealed her disappointment
when the doctor said triumphantly
"It's another boy!"
However, as I grew up it was obvious that I wasn't like my elder
brothers, who were tall, broad, black-haired and mad keen on sports.
Instead I was slim, short and fair-haired, and try as I might I just
couldn't work up interest in 'boy things'. At school, most of my friends
were girls, and you can guess that this did not go over well with the
other boys. I was known as the one who ran like a girl and threw like a
girl and was always picked last when choosing sides for team sports.
When I was about ten or eleven I had a particular friend called Emma and
I enjoyed going around to her house where we played 'mothers and
fathers', using her dolls as children. One day when Emma's mother was
out shopping, Emma declared she was bored with always being mother and
suggested we switch roles. I always tended to go along with anything she
suggested so I agreed and we started off in our new roles. After a few
minutes, Emma frowned and declared that it wasn't going well.
"I know" she said "Lets swap clothes. Then it will be more real."
With that she pulled her dress off over her head and demanded that I
remove my shorts and shirt which she put on. She directed me to hold my
arms up while she lowered the dress over my head and my arms into the
short sleeves. She combed my long hair and added a ribbon, then fetched
a lipstick from her mother's bedroom and applied some to my lips. I
looked at myself in the mirror and was surprised how much I looked like a
girl. I was secretly rather pleased. We started to play again and we
were so engrossed that we didn't even hear Emma's mother come home until
she walked into the room. She looked rather startled as she said
"Tony? Is that you?"
"Of course it is mummy" said Emma "We are playing mummies and daddies but
we decided we would swap over today."
Young though I was I got the distinct impression that Emma's mother
wasn't very pleased seeing me dressed in her daughter's clothes. When I
went home, my mother sat me down and said that Emma's mother had called
her.
"We changed places and it was fun" I said "But I don't think Emma's mummy
liked what we did. I don't think I'd better do it again."
Mother hugged me to her and said "But you enjoyed it didn't you?"
"Yes" I said in a small voice.
"Well" said mother "How about I buy you some dresses and then you can
dress at home and be my daughter. It will be our secret."
The next day when I came home from school, Mother had a surprise for me.
She had bought two pretty dresses, some pink underpants, white socks and
some girl's shoes. From then on, I often wore dresses at home and we
enjoyed our times as mother and daughter. When I was her daughter, I was
Toni. That was easier than thinking up a whole new name.
As the years went by, we still enjoyed those times together, and when I
was older, Mother started to buy me adult clothes, satin panties, slips,
bras and teenage dresses. I still remember the magical day I wore my
first pair of stockings and some low heel shoes. My only regret was that
I couldn't wear them all the time. Meanwhile I studied hard and passed
my exams and I qualified for university just about the time my mother
moved back to Ky. I had to live in Melbourne, and I shared a house with
two other guys and two girls. I took two suitcases of clothes to
Melbourne, one my guy clothes and one my girl clothes. I had been lucky
enough to find a house where I would fit in very well. The two girls
were lesbian and partners; one guy was gay and the other straight. You
could almost say the straight guy was the odd person out! I dressed as a
guy for university, but I still enjoyed relaxing as a girl. After a week
or so I had some lingerie to wash and as I was hanging it on the clothes
line, the gay guy Michael who was also hanging out some clothes and
commented that my girlfriend had some pretty lingerie.
"Actually it's mine," I said. I gave a couple of days for the news to
get around (it probably only took thirty minutes max), and then one
evening, I put on my makeup, selected a pretty floral dress, stockings
and heels and made my way to the big lounge room where we watched
television. I was a touch nervous but I needn't have been. The two girls
Mary and Ellen were there, cuddling on the couch as usual, and also the
straight guy James.
Ellen said "What a pretty dress!" The other two murmured approval and
that was that.
Now you can see why Mother's suggestion that I take Fiona's place wasn't
quite as impossible as it might seem, but I was worried because if I was
'read' then Mother would surely never live it down. However mothers can
be very persuasive and so early Friday afternoon, I found myself driving
to Ky in a short grey skirt and white cotton blouse and still wondering
to myself if it was a mad idea. I reached Mother's house to be greeted
with a warm embrace. She led me to my room, and there hanging up was
Fiona's dress. It was very pretty, a full satin skirt with tulle
overlay, a beaded strapless bodice, and lots of stiff petticoats to give
the skirt fullness. Mother insisted I try it on immediately in case any
modifications were needed, but it fitted perfectly.
The final rehearsal was to be held in the hall that evening, so after a
light tea, I dressed in a pale yellow dress, light tan pantyhose and 4
inch heels. I also wore a white full slip which I knew would show a
glimpse of lace as I danced. I do love slips I confess. They are so
pretty and feminine and feel wonderful against my skin. I did my hair
and makeup and Mother insisted that I looked perfect. When we arrived at
the hall, Miss Higgins was effusively grateful that I had stepped in at
short notice to 'save the day' as she put it.
"I didn't even know your mother had a daughter." She said, and I smiled
and said nothing. I wondered about my partner as the other girls and
their partners arrived and we exchanged greetings. I was surprised to see
that I was the only one wearing a dress, although some of the girls wore
short skirts. So far so good, no-one noticed anything out of the
ordinary. Mother had some things to do so she left me there.
"Todd, come and meet Toni" I heard Miss Higgins say and I turned around
to greet him. Have you ever met someone for the first time and had one
of those 'weak at the knees' moments? Todd was gorgeous. Tall, slim and
athletic with a shock of curly brown hair and a wide smile he was a young
version of Colin Firth in "Pride and Prejudice". I should point out that
despite my female leanings I had never felt attracted to guys, I just
liked being with girls. This however felt different. What had I got
myself into? Todd gave me a firm handshake as is the country way, and I
felt a tingling as my small hand was engulfed by his broad man's hand.
Mother had told me that Todd was 19 and had done well at school. He
pretty much ran his parents' farm but he was due to go to University to
study agricultural science. He was also captain of the local football
team. I had to snap out of my racing thoughts because Miss Higgins was
arranging us for the presentation. We were put in the middle so that I
could follow the others if I forgot anything. She then switched on a
cassette player so we could practice the dances. I had learned to dance
at school, and danced at home with Mother, so I could take either the
male or female part. Todd was not very experienced at dancing but he was
athletic and naturally graceful in his movements so we seemed to
compliment each other perfectly. Pretty soon we were moving around the
hall in a manner which had Miss Higgins clapping her hands in delight. I
felt just wonderful, held in Todd's strong arms as we twirled around.
Later, when we practiced the waltz and he was holding me close, I could
feel he was starting to get an erection. I didn't want him to be
embarrassed, so I eased away.
"Sorry" he whispered.
"I'm not" I whispered back and thought to myself 'What am I saying?
While we were listening to Miss Higgins' instructions, Todd kept hold of
my hand and I confess that the tingling sensation would not go away.
I was sorry when the rehearsal finally came to an end and Mother arrived
to drive home. Todd gave me a kiss on the cheek when we parted and told
me he was so looking forward to the next evening.
"So what did you think of Todd?" Mother asked as we drove home.
"Oh he was alright," I said as nonchalantly as I could.
"So the fact you're blushing has nothing to do with Todd?" Mother
laughed.
The next day I was up early for a morning run, then checked all my
clothes for the evening. I had bought an embroidered strapless bridal
corset with matching satin g-string, white lace stockings and white shoes
with 4 inch heels. A ridiculous extravagance for a student I know, but
this was the closest I would be to a bride, so why not? After a light
lunch, I had a rest and then a long luxurious bath. This time Mother was
doing my hair, putting in some curlers to give it a nice wave. Then I
dressed in my pretty lingerie, which took me some time, enjoying the feel
of the lace and satin against my skin as I always did. I pulled the
white stockings with their lace tops slowly up my newly shave legs and
attached them to the suspenders. Then I tucked in my breast forms and
admired myself in the mirror, sorry that no one else was going to see how
I looked. I applied my makeup and dabbed some perfume on my wrists and
neck. Mother helped me on with my petticoats and finally the dress. I
stepped into my heels and stood before the mirror.
Mother wiped away a tear as she looked at me and she whispered
"You look so beautiful darling, almost like a bride."
"Oh Mum," I said as I hugged her. "I should have been your daughter.
I've always felt that."
She shook herself and said "I must get my camera. I always want to
remember how you look tonight."
Mum was dressed in a full length purple satin dress and she looked great,
younger than I had seen her in ages.
"You look radiant Mum," I said "Is there a man in your life by any
chance?" This time it was her turn to blush.
"Bring your camera along," I said "I want some photos of us together -
mother and daughter."
The door bell rang and mother went to answer it. She came back with
Todd. He looked so handsome in his dinner suit, white shirt and bow tie,
and I confess I just loved the look on his face when he saw me.
"Wow, you look great!" he said.
He was carrying two small posies of flowers which he seemed to forget for
a minute, and then he remembered and presented them to mother and me. I
almost cried. No one had ever given me flowers before. He escorted us
to the car and drove us to the hall. I felt so excited and happy as I
held Mother's hand in the back seat of the car.
The hall had been decorated with white streamers and white balloons and
music was provided by a trio of piano bass and drums on the stage. The
tables were covered in white table clothes with a vase of flowers at the
centre, and all around were men in dinner suits and women in beautiful
gowns, while all of us debs shone in our white dresses.
The evening went without a hitch. We were presented to the local mayor
and his wife and the dancing was a huge success, much to Miss Higgins'
relief I'm sure. I was so happy to be in Todd's arms once more. As we
danced he whispered in my ear
"You look gorgeous. You're the prettiest girl in the room and all the
other guys are jealous of me." Then he bent and kissed me lightly on the
lips.
The local Country Women's Association had provided the supper and that
too was a triumph. The last waltz came all too soon, but Todd had
invited me to an after party for the debs and partners and I had
accepted. Since I was going back to Melbourne the next day I wanted to
spend every minute that I could with him. I spoke to Mother and she told
me that her friend Charlie could drop her at home, so I should go and
enjoy myself. I liked the look of Charlie. I'd had a chat with him
during the evening. He was a widower and around Mum's age. I hoped that
things would go well for them.
Todd walked me to his car an opened the door as a gentleman should. We
drove to the house where the party was to be held, and when Todd parked
the car, he looked over at me, I smiled at him and the next moment, we
were kissing deeply. I could feel my heart pounding. Was this something
for which I had waited my whole life? I didn't want it to stop. I
forgot who I was and where I was. I could feel Todd's erection pressing
against me and I wanted him with all my heart. I was so lost in the
moment that I didn't realize that his hand was cupping one of my breasts.
As our lips parted I realized that he was looking at me with a puzzled
expression and in that instant I knew that he had realized that it was
not a natural breast that he had been feeling.
"Toni, I don't understand," he said.
Wild thoughts flashed through my mind. Should I tell him I'd had a
mastectomy? I dismissed it right away. The only thing I could do was
tell the truth even if it meant the end of everything.
"Todd," my voice quavered "I don't know how to tell you, but I must. I'm
not exactly what you think, in fact I'm not physically female - yet. I'm
transgendered."
Todd looked puzzled.
"You mean you're a transvestite?"
"No!" I gasped "Well yes in a sort of way but it's complicated. Oh God,
I never wanted this to happen. It's not so much for me but if it gets
out my mother will never live it down."
I expected Todd to explode but he didn't.
"You're not gay then?" asked Todd.
"Oh no, although I think people like me are as discriminated against as
them. People just don't understand."
"Perhaps you should tell me exactly what you mean?" he said, so I
explained all about my brothers and how my mother wanted a girl, and how
for as long as I could remember I felt in my heart I was that girl. Then
I told him that I had decided that I must take steps to become physically
the woman I always felt I was. What I didn't say was that it was meeting
him that finally made me make that decision.
"You know," he smiled "When I saw you yesterday at the rehearsal, the
first thing I thought was that you looked the most feminine girl in the
room."
"I didn't really expect that," I managed a faint smile "I assumed that
all the girls would wear dresses but I was the only one. I expected to
attend the rehearsal and tonight, and then say goodbye and that would be
it. What I didn't expect...." My voice trailed off.
"Yes?" he prompted. I took a deep breath.
"I didn't expect you and how you would make me feel." I finally got out,
and then in a rush. "And now I've ruined your evening and you must
despise me for deceiving you although it's true I never intended to. So
if you will please just drive me back to my mother's house, then you can
go to the party and tell them I was sick and you can enjoy the rest of
the evening. Just please, for my mother's sake, don't tell anyone about
me."
I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. Todd looked at me very
seriously for a moment, and he looked so handsome my heart felt as though
it would break. Then he took out his handkerchief and very gently wiped
away my tears.
"Is that what you really want?"
"Yes. I mean no! Oh God I don't know what I want any more." I could
feel the tears welling in my eyes again.
"I think you do know what you want," he said solemnly "And I think I know
what I want too." Then he leaned over and started to kiss me very softly
on my lips. I gasped, and the tears started to flow in earnest, but now
they were tears of happiness. We stayed there for a long time, and I
nestled in his strong arms and felt safe at last.
"Come on," he smiled. "We'd better get to the party or people will
wonder what we've been doing. Not that they'll ever guess!"
That was nearly three years ago. Todd and I have been living together
for over two of them and I now live as a female full time. We both attend
university and I am taking the steps towards a full transition. Todd
still plays for the Ky footy club and I go along to cheer him from the
sidelines. They have a very good chance for the premiership this year.
Trisha
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