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Tim was hurting; he could not get over the loss of his mother to
cancer. How would he be able to tell his very masculine father that
he wanted to be a girl? Just like when his mom was still alive. And
unknown to Tim his dad had overheard his prayer one day.
And Now
A Prayer Answered
Chapter One
By Sara D.
I was on my way home from work early today because I was worried
about what was going on with my son, who is sixteen now. He's been
down and lethargic lately, so I asked my boss for some time off, and
since I was ahead in my work he gave me the rest of the day off, and
Friday as well. I thanked him for the time and said I would make it
up to him. John said not to worry about it; he understood that
sometimes, as he is a single father as well, I needed to spend time
with my son. It's been hard the last few months. Not only did I lose
my loving wife, but Tim had lost his mother. So the idea of spending
the next few days at home with him might do us both some good.
As I drove the 20 minutes it took to get home I thought about what,
besides his mother's death from cancer, could be bothering him.
Claudia had not only been my wife, but my best friend as well. We met
while I was in the military, and married just a few months later.
Sadly, she was diagnosed with a malignant tumor that had attacked her
brain and nervous system just two days after Tim's sixteenth
birthday. The doctors couldn't do anything for her, and her death
came and went too quickly. It was hard to deal with, as both Tim and
I were in depression for the first month after her funeral. It was a
sad time in both our lives; I sought the help of a therapist for us
both. Thelma was such a big help with our grieving, that I thank God
every day for her help.
Both Tim and I bonded over the next month. Then mysteriously, in the
third month Tim once again seemed down, which explains my trip home
today. I parked the truck in my driveway and walked into the front
door. The house was quiet when I entered and closed the door behind
me. I thought the house was empty. I thought maybe Tim was not yet
home from school, that is, until I heard soft whimpering coming from
his open bedroom door.
Then I heard him quietly praying and this is what I heard.
"Dear Lord why haven't you heard my prayers? I've been good; I have
great grades and a loving father. Why is it so hard to get what I
need? I mean, since mom died I haven't had the chance to be me, the
real me. I miss mom so much, Lord. I miss our time together as mother
and daughter."
I kind of cringed at what I had just heard; had I heard him right?
Mother-daughter time? So I continued to listen, as I might learn what
had been bothering him.
"I just wish I could tell Dad how I feel. I want to be a Sandra
again; just to wear girl's clothes again would be wonderful. Please
Lord, hear my prayer and grant my wish. All I want is to be a good
girl, just like when mom was still here. In Jesus name I pray, amen."
Tim had finished and began to cry softly again. I had to do
something, but thought it better not to barge into his room. So I
quietly went back to the front door, opening it, and then shut it
loudly and announced I was home.
"Tim, I'm home, I got some time off from work until Monday, and I
would like us to spend some time together." I waited patiently for an
answer, I was pretty sure he was composing himself, not wanting me to
see him crying.
"Ok, Dad, give me a while. I'm just going to jump in the shower," Tim
answered as I heard the door to the bathroom closed behind him.
I sat down on the edge of my bed and closed my eyes and tried to
think. As I did, all of the wonderful memories of dressing myself as
a woman came back, which led me to my wife Claudia in the first
place? I met her at the mall one day while I was shopping as Sara and
went into a salon that had a new line of cosmetics. I thought it was
high time I went in and got some proper makeup and none of that cheap
crap from Wal-Mart. So with my head held high I walked into Claudia's
Salon and saw the most beautiful woman I had seen in a while.
I couldn't help but smile at her as I walked up to the makeup
counter. She stood 5'6" hand long brown hair. She was not too thin,
with a small chest and a perfect pearl white smile.
As I approached her I was instantly attracted to her.
"Good afternoon Miss, I'm Claudia. How can I help you today?" she'd
said sweetly.
"I'm Sara, and I'm interested in getting some decent makeup. I need
everything," I said, a little hesitant at what her true reaction
would be to me.
"Well, let me help you choose the right color combinations for your
skin. I will help you choose what is right for your complexion."
Claudia began to work on color choices and found what worked for me.
I was enjoying this very much and could not stop myself from smiling
at each new application of makeup. "You have very nice skin; I think
this color will do you wonders," she said, handing me a mirror. I
couldn't get over how good she'd made me look. All the stress of
going out dressed and going into the mall had melted away.
"Thank you, Claudia. You did a wonderful job, I just wish I could
look this good more often," I said with a sigh.
"Oh you can, my dear. It truly is easy, and I would be glad to show
you how," Claudia said with at smile.
"Really you would do that for me? I hardly know you."
"Yes of course I'll teach you, anyone that is willing to spend
$200.00 on makeup is worth my time," Claudia said with a smile.
This beautiful woman sitting in front of me had my full attention,
and I even began to flirt with her a bit. "You're beautiful yourself,
Claudia," I told her with a smile and a flick of my hair from the
blond wig I had on.
"Thank you, Sara, I am flattered. You are beautiful, too, but I bet
you're handsome when not dressed up." Claudia said with a bigger
smile while caressing my hand. "I wouldn't mind meeting your other
self some time, maybe for a movie and dinner, say, this Friday
evening."
'What? Did I just hear her right? She is asking me out on a date.
Holy crap, this girl just asked me out. I can't pass up an
opportunity like this. A woman who obviously knows I am a cross
dresser, and just asked me out.'
Before I could say anything she said, "Unless you're not into dating
girls?" she pouted.
"Of course I like girls." I said, sounding offended. 'I mean, come
on, I am a guy under all of this.' "Sorry if I came off a little
brash, I would love to go out with you. I'm David, by the way, when
not dressed like this," I indicated the black Mini and white blouse I
had on.
"That would be nice, meet me here at the mall on Friday. I close up
the shop around seven."
"I can't wait," I said with a gleaming smile. "I will see you on
Friday then."
"Ok David ... Sorry, Sara," She said, correcting herself, thinking I
preferred the Fem name.
"It's okay, Claudia. I go by David most of the time anyway," I told
her. With all that said and done, I purchased my new makeup
selections and departed. I stopped on the way home to get gas and
changed into my male self once again. I got back to my apartment and
thought about my upcoming date this Friday. It would be hard to have
to wait such a long time, this being Sunday and all. Friday did come
quickly though, and I met up with Claudia at her Salon at about 6:45.
I walked up to her and said, "Hello again, Claudia, how are you
today?
"Oh, um hi, who are you? Do I know you?" she said with a puzzled
look.
I guess she did not recognize my voice or my face from Sunday. I felt
kind of bad and felt she was just teasing me last time into thinking
she would actually ask me out.
"It's me, I came last Sunday. I'm David, remember?" I told her hoping
it would jog her memory.
"Oh my, it is you. I am so sorry, I didn't recognize you," she
apologized and looked me up and down while smiling. "Hmm, I was
right, you are very handsome, David."
"Thank you, you look very nice tonight, too. I like your top." I felt
it was necessary to comment on her top. It was gorgeous on her, short
sleeved, shirt pink and yellow in colors that brought out her great
completion. "It really suits your complexion."
"Thank you. No man has ever told me something like that. I might just
have to marry you some day," she said with a snicker.
"That would be wonderful," I said, blushing.
She locked up her shop and took my hand as she led me to the theater.
We continued to talk on the way to the movie. "You know, now that we
might see more of each other, I get to pick out what you wear on our
next date," she said with a smile. "And I think a nice pink dress I
saw in Macys would be perfect for you."
"Oh my, really, that would be fantastic."
I was visually excited about what she has in mind and she noticed.
"Oh, you like that idea, huh? This could be a very interesting
relationship." We continued to the movie and after it went to dinner.
I have to say I'd had a wonderful time with Claudia and told her so.
"This was a fantastic evening, Claudia; I'm having a great time. We
should get together again, soon."
She had a content look on her face which made me smile again. "I
think you are right, we should go out again." Claudia said, while
stroking the top of my hand.
Six short months later Claudia and I married in a beautiful ceremony
and our lives together started. We purchased our first home two
months into the marriage and Tim was born just ten months later. We
made an agreement that while Tim was young I would not dress as Sara
at home. This was okay with me, as I did not want to do it in front
of my son anyway, so we only dressed as 'sisters' once in a while and
had not done so in a long time. We were parents now and were
preoccupied by raising our son.
I shook those wonderful memories from my head as I heard the shower
shut off and Tim shut the door to his room. I had not even thought of
dressing since Claudia died. The cancer had taken her so quickly that
it was such a shock to all of us.
Then I remembered what Claudia had said in her dying breath. "Take
care of Tim, he is more like you then you know."
I now understood what she had meant. I just wish she had explained
things before it was too late, but I understood why. She was keeping
a secret that Tim had entrusted to her. I could not fault her for
that now I had to take care of my son.
'I have to do something. I know now that he wants to dress as a girl.
He even has a name for himself. And I completely understand how he
feels, especially at sixteen and what I felt at that age as a closet
cross dresser. But now, how do I help him without causing him to
withdraw further? I want him to know it's okay and that I will still
love him, even if he wants to be a girl.'
'I just don't know where to start. It's hard to understand kids these
days. Fashion trends and sexuality are more easily accepted, but how
do I let him know I am okay with it? In addition, he may think I have
a religious problem with it. We do go to church each Sunday. He may
think that I hold some of those ideals to heart. Which I don't. Like
most Christians, I believe in God, but I don't think it is wrong to
be gay, bi, transgendered or whatever. He made me and my son to who
we are. And I think it is his will that my son be that way he is and
the same as for me. I will find a way. I just need time with my son
this weekend, and maybe I will come up with a plan.'
I gathered myself together and waited for Tim in the living room. He
soon came out and sat next to me on the couch. "You got time off from
work, Dad. That's great. Can we go to the tractor pulls on Saturday?"
he asked excitedly. 'Now that's my boy,' I thought to myself, but as
I looked at him I could see the pain in his eyes and I felt bad for
him.
"Of course we can Tim. You know how much I would love to do that with
you. How about we go out to dinner tonight, and maybe even to the
mall after?"
"Ok dad that sounds good, can we go to Outback?" he asked with
anticipation.
"Can we go to Outback? You know that's my favorite place. Sure we
can."
We were soon out the door and drove to Outback and were quickly
seated. I watched as my boy ate his dinner, a little light for a
sixteen year old boy. But for his stature it was normal. He is not
overly tall at 5'4", 110 lbs. Skinny by my standards, hell I'm the
same height, but outweigh him by at least 90lbs, easy. Oh well, I'm
not such a young man any more.
His light blond hair had grown since the funeral; I wondered to
myself what he would say if I suggested a cut to the shoulder length
wisps of hair on his head. Maybe another time. We finished our meal
and I paid as we left.
As we drove to the mall I asked Tim if he would like anything. "So
Tim, is there anything you need while we roam the mall?"
"Not really, but if I see anything I'll let you know," Tim answered
with a knowing smile.
I'm sure in his mind he was screaming at himself to tell me what he
really wanted, but was to afraid to talk to me about it. And I could
tell by the sad look on his face that he was struggling with himself.
As we entered the mall it was filled with the familiar sights of
families, teenage girls and boys wandering around, flirting in a
typical fashion. As we walked the mall I watched my son watching all
the girls walk by. He had good taste; most of the girls he was
eyeballing were very pretty. I was the same way when I was his age,
looking at the girls and wanting to be them, or with them. I wondered
if he was thinking the same thing.
My feet were getting a bit tired so I indicated a bench to sit on.
Tim and I sat and I noticed we were across from Forever 21. I saw Tim
was discretely looking into the store at all the nice clothes they
had. Also, I noticed him starring at a very pretty young lady inside
the store who seemed to be about his age. She had long brunette hair,
green eyes and was wearing a green skirt and white top. I could only
chuckle to myself and think that my boy has a crush on her.
"She's very pretty, Tim. You should go talk to her. Do you know her?"
"That's Kim; she's in a few of my classes. She is pretty, huh Dad,"
Tim said and I knew he was thinking to himself how nice it would be
to wear the outfit she had on. 'But would she go out with a guy that
wanted to be a girl?'
"I don't think she would want to go out with a guy like me, Dad."
"Why is that son?"
"I don't think I'm her type."
"You will never know unless you talk to her, Tim. I remember how
embarrassing it can be to talk to such a pretty girl. Go on, go talk
to her."
"I can't, Dad. She won't want to date a guy like me," Tim said with a
sad face.
"What do you mean a guy like you? You're not telling me you're gay,
are you. Not that I would care," I said, opening the door for him to
tell me how he was feeling.
"I'm not gay, Dad!" Tim almost screamed, and then paused for a
minute. "You wouldn't mind if I was?"
"Of course I wouldn't mind. You are my child, and I love you
unconditionally and would not care if you are gay or whatever."
"Really?" he said with a little excitement.
"Yes, I will love you no matter what. So are you saying you are gay
then?"
"I said I'm not gay, Dad, just different." He said blushing.
"Different how?"
"You sure you won't get mad?"
"No I won't get mad. Just tell me."
"Dad, it's um uh ... " I could tell Tim was struggling to get out
what he wanted to say. "Dad ... I want to be a girl." Tim finally
said, then looked down at the floor.
"A girl, what makes you think that you want to be a girl, Tim?
"It's how I feel, Dad. I've known since I was around six. Mom knew
how I felt; I just made her promise not to tell you. She even bought
me some clothes I could wear and I could be myself with her," Tim
spilled the beans. Then he continued, "Ever since mom died I have not
been dressed in those clothes, hoping the feelings would go away. But
they haven't, they've increased. More and more every day I wish I
could just magically turn into a girl just like Kim. That's why I
know she would not go out with me; she'd have to be a lesbian. All I
know is that I really want to be a girl again. Mom and I had good
times together. She always helped be dress, and when I was thirteen
she taught me how to do makeup."
"I am very proud of you Tim for being able to tell me how you feel.
You know, you and I have a lot in common, did you know that?" I felt
it was a good time to come clean about myself.
"How do you mean, Dad?" Tim had a puzzled look.
"Well when I was your age I had faced the same issues as you do. I
never did tell anyone in my family about Sara. Your mother was the
only one who knew of her."
"Who's Sara, an old girlfriend?" he asked innocently.
"No Tim, I am Sara. At least I used to be before you were born. I'm a
cross dresser too, but stopped when you came to your mom and I. I had
more important things to worry about, like raising a son for
instance."
"You wear women's clothes? I never knew. Mom said you and I had a lot
in common but never told me about this. Do you think you will dress
again, Dad?
"Maybe someday, but first let's deal with you. What would you like to
do?"
"If you would not mind, I would like to do some shopping for a few
new clothes, as I've outgrown what I have stashed," Tim said with a
half smile.
"Sure, how about you lead the way?"
"Thanks, Dad." Tim said, and gave me a hug. Tim hadn't done that
since his mom's funeral, and I felt good that he had finally come out
of his shell. Well, at least I hoped that is what was happening.
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