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The Life and Times of Bethany Clark
by LaMystika ([email protected])
Chapter 5 - Birthday Afternoon
"Hey girl!!"
That was the greeting I received upon entering the hair salon. I
greeted my stylist, Monica, with a hug.
"Here for the usual, Beth?"
"Yeah, but I would also like to get my hair styled the relaxer is done.
I would like to get some big soft curls done. I know that's extra; I
can afford it."
During the appointment, I engaged in small talk with the other girls.
When I first started getting my hair done, I had it done as a male; back
then, I feigned disinterest and spoke only when spoken to; even though I
wanted to join in the conversation, I was afraid that I would out myself
before I was ready to do so. When I became a full-time female, however,
it was liberating that I was included in the conversation. It was one
of the little things that helped me with my confidence. It helped me
feel that I truly belonged.
The entire procedure took a little over two hours (mainly due to the
length of my hair), but I loved the end result: my new hair growth was
relaxed, and not completely bone straight, but with soft curls. I
didn't have bangs, but my hair perfectly framed my face. I gave Monica
another hug, paid for the service, and after going back to give Monica a
tip, I headed back home.
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I came home to see Will sitting on the couch watching the afternoon
basketball game. He was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and didn't
seem like he was at all ready to go out for dinner. Then again, I
really wasn't either.
"So, big brother," I began, "Who's winning?"
"The Spurs, as usual," Will replied. He then looked up to take a look
at his sister. "Wow, sis," he exclaimed. "Your hair looks nice."
I blushed a little bit. I really didn't think he'd notice. "Thanks," I
said, trying (and failing) to keep a smile from widening on my lips.
Acceptance is truly a wonderful thing, I mused to myself.
"Sooo... Where are we going to eat? Someplace nice? Casual?"
Will stood up and placed his hands on my shoulders. I never realized
how big his hands were until then. I remember the last time I hung out
with Alicia as a boy; she kept going on about how her hands were
slightly bigger than mine. I guess I always was a bit dainty.
"It's a surprise," Will replied coyly. "But dress nice. It'll be
fancy."
"Ooh, fancy huh?" I asked. "I have just the thing for fancy." I had a
mischievous grin on my face.
"Great," Will exclaimed. "Now if you don't mind, I need to borrow your
car. I have to go confirm the reservation, and I know you need your
privacy to get dressed up."
I fished my car keys out of my purse and tossed them to my brother.
"Take your time, bro. I'll need about an hour or so."
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Will took off for the restaurant while I got ready for my birthday
dinner. I locked the door and quickly disrobed. I carefully bundled my
hair up, trying to maintain the style, and held it there with clips and
pins. I went to the bathroom and drew up a bath, throwing in a couple
of bath bombs to make it fragrant. I then put on a headwrap and stole a
look at my bathroom mirror. A huge grin crept up across my face; I
looked like a normal woman about to take a bath.
I still can't believe that this is really me. It's everything I've ever
wanted.
I lowered myself into the bathtub and began to soak, being careful to
keep my head above water and not let my hair get wet. It was one of the
few things I had truly cherished; I began growing it out even before I
started hormone therapy. Unlike most women I knew, I took care of my
hair, and took great pride in the fact that I did not wear wigs or hair
extensions; my hair was all my own. The only negative is that I really
can't afford to get it wet. Oh well, gotta take the good with the bad.
After staying in the bath a bit too long, I finished washing up, emptied
the bathtub, and dried myself off.
For reasons that I couldn't completely articulate, I stepped out of the
bathroom completely naked and, after making sure that my front door was
double locked, I began to prance about my tiny apartment wearing nothing
but the big beaming smile on my face and my headwrap covering my hair.
I don't know why, but this feels good.
I fired up my laptop, turned on iTunes, turned up the volume on the
speakers I had plugged in and began playing music on a playlist I made a
few weeks prior. I guess I should get dressed now, I thought to myself.
Going back to the bathroom, I rubbed moisturizing lotion all over my
body, then rubbed in baby oil to give my body a nice shine. My body
looked incredible; especially my super long legs, which looked
incredibly soft and smooth. This was part of my usual "dress to the
nines" routine, and I wasn't about to alter it just because my brother
was here. Going back to my underwear drawer, I pulled on a pair of
black panties, then found my black bra with the removable shoulder
straps.
Unhooking them from the bra, I wrapped the bra around my chest, closed
the clasp and fixed my breasts so that they fit into the cups of the
bra. Next, I fished a little black dress from out of my closet. It was
a simple design - just a simple tank dress - but I had gotten it before
I started taking hormones, and I slightly underestimated exactly how
much my hips would fill out. They were about 2 inches wider than I
thought they would become, so the dress was tighter than I intended it
to be, and after I zipped up the back of the dress, it clung tightly to
my toned body. It was also low cut, so it had the bonus effect of
showing off my cleavage. This dress was absolutely incredible, and it
fit me just like a second skin. It clung to me like it was giving me a
hug, and it showed off my curves perfectly. Not just my aforementioned
cleavage, but also the hem that showed off my creamy thighs and
accentuated my... bootylicious ass. I stared at myself in my full-
length mirror for a good 5 minutes, posing and squeezing my boobs
together. But then I started mulling over whether I should even wear a
dress like this out to dinner with my brother.
I wonder if this dress makes me look too slutty? Hmm... I guess I'll
ask Will when he comes back home.
I decided that I was going to wear the dress, and that was the end of my
personal debate. Going over to my vanity, I sat down to put on my
evening makeup. A bit of foundation and blush, then I applied smoky
eyeshadow to my eyes, and prettied up my already long lashes with
mascara. After a bit of lipstick and lip gloss, I stared at myself in
my mirror and tossed my hair about. I looked absolutely scrumptious.
I put on a silver necklace that rested above my cleavage, and a few
rings and bracelets adorned my hands and wrists. A few sprays of
perfume and I was set. Well, except for one thing. Going back into my
closet, I pulled out a pair of black peep toe slingback pumps with 4"
heels. I set the shoes next to my bed, deciding not to put them on just
yet. I went back to the closet, pulled my brother's gift out of the
closet, and put it on the floor next to my shoes. With all that
finished, I sat down on the couch and turned the playoff game on.
Before long, Will came back and skulked off to the bathroom to get
dressed. He didn't even notice me or what I was wearing, so I paid him
no mind and went back to watching the game. He emerged from the
bathroom roughly twenty minutes later and he was, as usual, dressed
nice. He had a nice white button down shirt and a black sportscoat and
blue jeans. He had black shoes on, but I couldn't tell what kind they
were.
"You look nice," I said to him.
"So do you," Will replied, finally looking at me. "Once again, when you
were my brother I don't think you gave two shits about what you wore,
but now you actually look presentable."
"Girls have to make more effort," I said sticking my tongue out at him,
"or else we get called disparaging names. Did it ever occur to you that
before my transition I tried to make myself unattractive to women on
purpose?"
Will let out a loud sigh. "I should've known."
I uncrossed my legs and stood up from the couch. Smoothing my dress
out, I did a little turn to show him the whole ensemble. "Is it too
much?" I asked with a hint of an extra girlish lilt in my voice.
"No, not at all."
"Is my dress too short?"
"Nope, it looks fine sis. Stop worrying about it, 'cause I know you
are."
Always the mind reader, I thought to myself. "Oh yeah, almost forgot...
I got your present ready." I went over to my bed and picked up the
white box off the floor and gave it to him. "Go ahead, open it."
Will didn't need to be told twice as he pulled the tape off of the box
and opened it up. I actually had gotten him a few things: a few
trinkets from my job, as well as a silver wristwatch. The face had a
backlight and had a few diamonds on it. It was a bit expensive, but I
could afford it. I did a far better job of managing money than I ever
did in my previous male life, so instead of barely getting by paycheck
to paycheck, I know had a tidy sum in savings even after buying my
brother's gift. At the bottom of the box was a handmade card I made for
him. The message read simply, "To my brother the hero, thank you for
standing in my corner. I am forever in your debt."
"Wow Bethany," Will said in a slight state of shock. "This is really
nice. I can't believe you did this for me. Thanks a lot." He put the
watch on straight away, and he secured the clasp. It fit perfectly. "I
got you something too," he said, going over to his bag. He put the box
I gave him in the bag and pulled another box out of the bag and handed
it to me.
"Happy birthday sis," was all he said.
I opened the box and found a silver necklace adorned with diamonds and a
charm bracelet. There was a card with it, and it read "To my sister,
thank you for finally showing me the real you. I'm sorry if you felt
you couldn't tell me this all sooner, but know that I will always be
there for you no matter what."
I somehow managed to suppress every urge I had to cry. "This is so
beautiful, thank you so much," I said deliriously happy. I went over to
my bed, and switched my necklace with the one my brother gave me. I
also took off my bracelets and put the charm bracelet on my left wrist
and a watch on my right.
"That looks great on you sis," Will said. "So shall we get going?"
"One more thing," I answered, and I went to my closet and pulled out my
camera tripod. Setting it up and placing my digital camera on it, I set
the timer on the camera and ran over to my brother. We posed for a
picture as the flash went off, and I went to the camera to check the
picture. It looked lovely, but I wanted another one. After taking
another picture, I promised Will that I would upload the pics once we
got home.
"Ready to go now sis?" Will asked again.
"Just a bit, bro," I replied. "Go on ahead and start the car; I'll be
down in a second."
Will headed out and I went to make sure I had everything in my purse.
After confirming that I did, I took my daily hormone pill, strapped my
heels on and headed out the door, locking it behind me. I was going to
my birthday dinner.
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