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Last Train Home
Juno Reeves
Copyright 2009
Author's note: This was a very difficult story to write. All too often,
I had read news stories about transgender teenagers who left this life
far too soon; by their own hand or at the hands of others, and I was
driven to write this story. But, I wasn't prepared for the emotional
reaction I had when I finished the final draft. I found that I literally
couldn't write another word. So I put it away and tried to forget about
it. Then I logged onto FictionMania on November 20th and saw it was
Transgender Day of Remembrance and I dug this story out. Maybe, after
this is posted, I'll be able to write again, but, then again, maybe
not...
This story is dedicated to all the Transgender Teenagers who, finding
neither acceptance nor tolerance, found a different way home...
David felt the rumble through his body as the 4:57 local passed by as he
walked down the well worn path.
He'd felt the passage of many trains, over the years. Walking down the
roadbed, through the woods, was David's favorite place to think, to make
decisions. It was a safe place; a place where the world couldn't touch
him, for a while, at least.
A place where his father couldn't yell at him.
"You listen to me. David! I am not going to listen to anymore bullshit
about you going to some sissy shit Design School!" David's father raged,
his face red, spittle flying out of his mouth. "You are going to the
University, and you are going to Law school, just like we planned! End
of story!"
"But Dad, you know I never wanted..."
"Don't you 'But Dad' me, David!" Thundering now, the voice of God,
laying down the law. "I didn't work long and hard for all these years,
just to have you throw it all away to become some kind of Goddamn Faggot
dress designer! That's it! End of story! Discussion closed!"
Yeah, great discussion Dad, David thought. You yell, I listen,
discussion over. He picked up a rock and threw it at a tree, missing it
by a mile.
"Oh shit!" David gasped. "That hurts like hell."
David pulled his shirt up and saw the purple bruise was finally turning
a sickly yellow-brown as it healed. It was my own fault, David reminded
himself, and I forgot to check the clock. I knew my folks were coming
back and I let myself get carried away...
*****
David looked at the clock. Five o'clock, cool, my folks won't be back
for a couple of hours. I've got time...
David went to the back of his closet, and pulled out his footlocker. It
was David's secret stash, something his parents never suspected he had.
"Oh, yeah..." David sighed as he took out his special clothes... Her
special clothes... Darla's clothes...
David took out a pair of white nylon panties and slowly pulled them up
his legs, enjoying the way they felt next to his smooth skin. He
carefully placed a maxi pad in the bottom of his panties, between his
hated boy parts and the nylon, smoothing the cool material against his
now flat groin.
He put on his bra next, expertly hooking it behind his back like every
other girl. Smiling now, David reached into his footlocker and took out
his most prized possessions.
Not C-cup, not D-cup, not even DD-cup, but a modest pair of silicon-
filled B-cup breast forms that David had saved for, every spare cent
he'd earned from washing cars and cutting grass over the past summer
saved carefully for these two flesh colored beauties.
David smiled as he slipped the forms into the cups of his bra, adjusting
them on his chest. "One day," David promised his reflection, "These will
be real."
David rushed through the rest of his dressing, quickly throwing on a
skirt and sweater. He took his time putting on his pantyhose, pausing to
let himself enjoy the sensual feel of the cool nylon slide up his smooth
legs.
He slipped on a pair of one inch heels and walked into his bathroom,
carrying his makeup case. "Not much here," David mused as he looked over
his small collection of cosmetics. "Once I get out of here, I'll be able
to get more."
David carefully put on his foundation, smoothing it over his skin. A
little pressed powder set it in place and evened out his skin tone.
Eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara made David's eyes stand out; made them
look larger and innocent, a teenage girl's eyes, something David longed
to actually be.
David felt like he was missing out on so much, trapped inside this body
he'd been born in, a body that he'd felt so uncomfortable in for all his
life. He always wanted to go out with the other girls; shopping, hanging
out at the mall, gossiping and checking out guys who would walk by.
Checking out guys wasn't something David ever thought about. Darla,
however, was a different story. Darla found guys... interesting.
There was something about guys, and especially buff men, that Darla
found herself thinking about quite often. The way they looked, the way
they walked and the way the front of their pants bulged were the things
Darla thought about, her panties getting very damp in the process.
"Almost there..." Darla told her reflection, brushing out her wig,
loving the way her soft brown hair framed her face. She smoothed her
hair behind her ears, wishing she could get her ears pierced like all
the other girls. She would love to have a set of small diamond studs in
her lobes, sparkling in the light; but that was another thing she would
have to put off for now.
Darla reached into her makeup case and pulled out her lipstick. She
lifted it to her lips and carefully applied the glossy red color to her
lips.
"Oh, yes..." Darla sighed as she blew her reflection a kiss. This final
touch, the sensual feel of the lipstick as it caressed Darla's lips sent
a thrill throughout her body, and she felt a warm rush between her legs.
"Oh damn!" Darla said after she caught her breath. "Got to change my pad
again."
Darla pulled the pad out with two fingers, and, disgusted, placed it in
a bag. She wiped herself off and replaced the pad. "I can't wait until
this thing's gone for good."
Darla smiled at her reflection as she repeated her plans once again.
"First, get away from here. Then start on hormones and living full time
as a girl. Get a job while I'm in college and start saving for my boob
job. Then cosmetic surgery on my face. Finally, before I'm 25, get my
SRS. That's the plan."
Darla sighed over all the wasted years she had already spent, trying to
be someone she wasn't, someone she never wanted to be. Trying to be the
boy her parents wanted her to be; playing sports she had no interest in,
hanging out with guys she really despised and dating girls she would
rather just be friends with.
"What the fuck is this!" Darla's heart stopped when she heard her
father's voice. "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Dad, I can explain..." David said weakly, knowing that this was
something he couldn't explain, not to his father's satisfaction.
"Explain!" David's father thundered, veins sticking out in his neck as
he loomed over his cross dressed son. "You have a hell of a lot of
explaining to do!"
*****
The screeching wheels of the 5:12 express as it entered the curve drew
David out of his memories. A single tear slid down his cheek as he
remembered the way his father tossed him around the bedroom as he tore
the clothing off David's body.
David touched the healing bruise, the one he got when his father pushed
him into the bathroom sink before roughly scrubbing the makeup off
David's face.
No matter how bad that had hurt, what his father did after that hurt
even more...
*****
David's mother put her arms around her son as he sat, sobbing on his
bed. "You have to understand, Davie, that your father only wants what's
best for you. He may not be able to say it, but he does love you."
"But Mom," David said between his sobs. "This is what's best for me. I'm
a girl, not a boy."
"You're upset, Davie, you don't really mean that. It's just a phase
you're going through," David's mother said. "Once you start at the
University, you'll be able to put all this silliness behind you, you'll
see."
His father's voice boomed up the stairs. "Get down here, boy! NOW!"
"You better go, Davie." His mother gave David a hug. "Just do what your
father tells you, he knows what's best for you."
David slowly made his way down the stairs, leaning heavily against the
banister for support. His father grabbed David's arm and pulled him into
the backyard.
"It's time to end this bullshit, David, once and for all!"
As they walked in the backyard, David's heart sank. In the middle of the
yard, a small pile of clothes was waiting for the father and son.
Darla's clothes...
"No, Dad..." David said weakly, his eyesight blurring as he realized
what his father intended to do.
"Yes, David." His father said; a satisfied smile on his face. "It ends,
right here, right now. After this you are going to be a model son, do
you understand me?"
Darla's meager wardrobe was soaked in gasoline, the few items of
clothing that David had saved for, that David had carefully shopped for
and that David had thought he had hidden away from his parent's prying
eyes.
All David could do was watch as his father threw the fatal match onto
Darla's clothing. All of David's hopes and dreams went up in a plume of
black smoke as the fire consumed the nylon and cotton and found it good.
As the fire fully engulfed Darla's wardrobe, David's father tossed
Darla's small makeup case into the flames. Part of David's soul died as
a small bottle of perfume exploded, its sweet scent adding a final
farewell to the person David knew as Darla...
*****
David wasn't conscious of walking until he tripped over the rail that
made up the final curve into town. As he picked himself up, he felt a
faint rumbling through his palms.
An idea came into David's mind as he checked his watch. All the pain,
all the doubts and all the confusion went away as David made his
decision and sat down.
Good; David thought, right on time.
The faint rumbling grew louder as David's idea grew to become fact.
There was still time for one final thought, one final smile.
At least my parents won't be disappointed with me anymore...
*****
That evening the 5:35 express entered the station over an hour late, due
to circumstances far beyond its control.
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