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Sissy Farm - Chapter Twenty-Nine - By: Beverly Taff
List of Characters.
Me, Michelle: A Natural transvestite sissy;
Janice: My Younger sister;
Aunty Bev: Janice and My mother's Sister;
Mistress Janet: Headmistress of the young lady's academy;
Doctor Shirley Williams: My endocrinologist;
Miranda: A very effeminate Sissy sales assistant;
Miss Stern: Miranda's mistress who owns the shop;
Peregrine, AKA. Uncle Penny: My transvestite uncle. (Aunty Bev's
brother.);
James, AKA. Auntie Jamie: Peregrine's Partner. (Soon to inherit
his/her fathers earldom.);
Victoria: An older RG friend of mine;
Jemima: Victoria's sissy brother;
Portia: Victoria's mummy;
Julia: My dining companion and mentor at
Mistress Janet's Academy;
Sophia and Angelica: Victoria and Jemima's friends;
Delilah & Nancy: My ex Attackers;
Davinia: Sissified Gypsy boy once called David;
John (Joanna) and Simone: Davinia's older gypsy brother and sister;
Isobel and Sally: The two youngest gypsy sisters;
Morag & William Bandy: The gypsy parents;
Uncle Arnold: Earl Weston's youner brother;
Cousin William: Arnold's son and Auntie Jamie's first cousin;
Elain: William's wife;
Jeanette: William's daughter (who fancies Julia
like crazy.);
Josephine & Persephone: Jenette's younger twin sisters;
Andre: Hair Stylist in New York;
Dawn Robbins: Singer and Actress;
Shirley and Jasmine: Friends from New York.
Sissy Farm - Chapter Twenty-Nine
I wasn't alright though. As Simone gently lowered me to the bed a lady
police officer followed her colleague into the room. She was better
trained and better equipped to deal with my trauma. The armed copper
glanced around the room then nodded at me and left. He had done the job
he had trained for and left his female colleague to pick up the pieces,
my pieces. She sat on the bed beside me as Simone continued hugging me
and making gentle shushing noises as I buried my face into her blouse
and started wailing with relief. Simone hugged me tighter whilst the WPC
waited sympathetically, nodding and smiling her support.
"There there darling!" Simone murmured softly, "Cry all you want, you've
been brave and strong."
"You have indeed my girl. That was a brilliant move with the petticoat,"
the WPC agreed.
I continued simply sobbing and shaking for nearly half an hour but
nobody seemed to mind. Simone smiled apologetically toward the police
officer but she just waved her hand and wagged her head.
"Let her cry. She needs it. Sometimes they just cry for hours, sometimes
they are just angry, mostly they are just numb and terrified. This girl
has been brilliant. We've got the bastards."
I stopped crying briefly, long enough to ask, - "Did you get the bald
one? The big one with the little scar by his ear?"
The police officer pursed her lips.
"I don't know who we've got yet. They're all lined up down stairs. Are
you up to talking yet?"
I started crying again and Simone hugged me again as the police officer
gently held my hand. Eventually, after several false starts, I regained
some composure and spoke without the choking sobs breaking up my words.
The police officer now became proactive and she hugged me to create a
female empathy. For long moments I clung on to both Simone and the
Police officer.
"My name's Jackie, Michelle and I'll be staying with you until you're
sorted. Are you up to coming down stairs and facing the bastards?"
I looked her straight in the eye and nodded. Simone hugged me tighter
again and Jackie followed suit. That final combined hug helped me set my
resolve. Simone gave me a hanky and I dried my tears. I looked in the
mirror and asked if I could repair my face but Jackie explained.
"Your tears are important. The other girls are downstairs. You were the
last to be located. The other girls are just too numb with the
experience to function. They are also terrified because they are foreign
girls. Seven of them, all European, if they see you have been crying
then talking and naming names, it might encourage them. Are you up to
facing an ad-hoc identity parade?"
I tensed angrily as my distress started metamorphosising into rage. The
officer sensed my mood change and quickly explained.
"Let's do it now, you're eyes are red rimmed and it's obvious you've
been crying. If you can, let the other girls see you crying as you
identify these bastards it will help them empathise with you and each
other. Are you up to it now?"
I set my jaw and nodded then rose shakily to my feet. Both women
supported me as I wobbled unsteadily down the stairs. The giant armed
police officer was among the assault team waiting at the bottom and he
smiled at me solicitously before stepping ahead of us into the room. I
followed behind him and saw my abductors and abusers lined up and
handcuffed. Suddenly they didn't look so dangerous and they certainly
did not faze me. I felt my heart give a little flip of relief as I
started to savour retribution. The WPC took me outside again and
explained briefly.
"You don't have to give any indications that you've recognised them
though if you do, it might reassure the other girls and persuade them to
talk. The girls will be here as well, watching you. Are you up to facing
these thugs, eye to eye?"
"You bet I am!" I growled back.
"Good girl. Now, we are going to bring the other girls in."
I stood in the hall as the other girls were led past me into the room
and given armchairs and sofas to sit on. I recognised the seating
trick as a ploy to help empower the girls who were traumatically cowed.
A lady Police inspector sat with them but able to hear everything I
said. She was also a translator. Waiting in the hall, Jackie smiled at
me and I nodded; I was ready!
Simone was allowed to accompany me for support as Jackie and another WPC
led me slowly down the handcuffed line. I made a point of identifying
each one, and naming their names where I could. For good measure in
addition to this simple information, I gave a brief description of any
harm they had done me.
My mathematical brain empowered my memory as I related chapter and
verse, crimes, dates and locations when I and some of the other girls
had been taken to other venues. You see, I knew London, unlike the other
girls who as foreigners could not recognise places that I easily
recognised. I felt Jackie squeeze my arm with delight and the other
WPC's eyes brighten with satisfaction as she noted the video cameras
recording everything while she wrote copious additional shorthand notes.
The lady inspector also flashed me a brilliant smile as I slowly worked
my way down the line. It was fully twenty minutes before I had finished
and I could sense the feeling of total victory in the room. More
importantly as the lady Police inspector translated my words to the
girls they visibly grew in confidence and resolve. It was for me a very
rewarding day save for one small snag.
The gang boss, the brute with scar by his ear had not been caught. As I
discussed this with the police squad leader we decided on setting a
trap. The police had arrived secretly to gain the element of surprise so
there had been no squad cars and sirens screaming in the street. Indeed
the rest of the street was going about its business oblivious to the
action in the house.
The police decided it was worth trying so the waiting time was used up
by finally persuading the girls to give evidence. We all knew that the
gang leader usually only came around at night so they whipped me off to
hospital for forensics. Simone accompanied me and we explained our
unusual needs to the surprised forensic surgeon as he swabbed my
genitals and rectum, took endless blood samples then photographed my
wrecked anus. He wagged his head in disbelief but kindly provided us
with breast pumps and we partially evacuated our tits of milk. I
returned to the house as dusk was falling to provide identification when
the thug turned up. It took several hours and night had fallen before
the gang leader finally showed up. I identified him as he emerged from
his Car and the trap was sprung. He had double parked his Mercedes
illegally with all the arrogance of a solicitor or barrister and
strolled confidently up the garden path before he recognised the damage
to the front door.
He was obviously alert to the probabilities of Police raids and he
promptly turned about with a view to escape. Too late! Six unmarked
police cars and a dog handler van had blocked the street both ends. I
had to admire the police. They obviously knew what sort of thug they
were dealing with and they had come prepared. Never mind all the
bullshit people tell you about overkill, it takes manpower to search
for, locate, pursue and capture a man in the darkened suburban streets
and gardens of West London and this man had obviously pre-planned his
escape route. What was worse is that he was thought to be armed. He had
certainly been carrying a gun when I was sold to him. A helicopter could
not be used because of the proximity to Heathrow's flight path so the
tracker dogs proved to be worth their weight in gold.
After a frantic foot chase across garden walls and back alleys he was
finally apprehended and taken down the nick.
Back in the house, the squad leader finally put his radio in its
shoulder-holster and smiled at Simone and me.
"That's a good job done ladies. Might I respectfully ask you to come
down to the nick and prepare a statement?"
"Can we do it tomorrow?" Simone asked. "She's had a traumatic day!"
The officer smiled benignly and offered us a lift. His driver turned out
to be Jackie so we directed them to Auntie Jamie's pub in Pimlico and on
route we decided to explain our circumstances. The squad leader listened
fascinated as he concluded.
"Ahh! So that's why you were abducted. Well I'd never have guessed
you're transgendered and I can usually spot them. You're good girl. We
couldn't work out why they would risk kidnapping a British girl. So
they wanted to add something extra to their business, a Tee girl! Of
course, now it makes sense."
Both Simone and I liked the way he was not judgemental and to show our
gratitude we invited him and Jackie into the pub for a meal. It was long
past his shift time so they accepted and their eyes widened as they
realised it was an 'alternative life-style' venue. They made light of it
however and joked harmlessly as they confessed to 'learning something
more every day'.
"Nothing new," Jackie explained over the food, "but certainly something
more! Jack and I have worked together in the vice squad for years."
"Think of it as having gathered more intelligence and expanding your
ring of contacts," Auntie Jamie explained as she came to join us at the
table. Now girls, as soon as you've finished your meal it's gone milking
time. You must be bursting!"
Our breasts were slightly uncomfortable for the session in the hospital
had lightened the load but we were grateful to Jamie for enabling us to
excuse ourselves. We left the explanations to Jamie and the following
morning Jackie came to collect us to take us to the nick.
There was another identity line-up but I had no problem identifying the
thug nor did some of the other girls.
Of the seven victims, three had the courage to step forward, walk down
the line then confirm his identity. Once the girls were reassured that
no action was being taken against them, (they were EEU citizens) they
started to co-operate. Two of them could also provide a lot more
information and the police nodded with supreme satisfaction as the girls
described other locations and brothels that the thug owned and / or ran.
As Jackie ran Simone and me back to Auntie Jamie's hotel she switched on
the radio to enlighten us. Jack was already leading another successful
raid while his immediate subordinate was leading the other. All in all
it was a very successful and rewarding couple of days for the Vice
Squad.
For me the revenge upon my odious uncles Arnold and William accorded me
some requital but I still had serious issues. Earl Weston arrived with
Auntie Beverly Shirley and Jasmine and they took me home. All I wanted
was to shower for hours then go to bed and somehow try and rid my mind
of the nightmares. As I lay staring vacantly at the ceiling in my
bedroom Simone sat with me then lay with me and finally curled up with
me to somehow offer security. I must admit that it was nice to feel her
warm body curled around mine as I snuggled up into the kootch her curves
provided. I felt like a baby wrapped up in its mother's arms and
truthfully that's what I needed to feel.
For a month, I stayed at home indoors, not even caring (or was that
daring?) to go out in the grounds; not even travelling to Heathrow to
wave goodbye to Shirley and Jasmine at the airport. However they
understood and promised to return as soon as they were able after our
baby was born.
Even with all the family rallying round I still felt threatened and
vulnerable; always tensing if a man walked into the room, even Grandpa
Weston. It was nearly three months before I was able to go out in the
village let alone travel up to London. My mind was completely f----d!
Then by a total accident, we found a viable therapy. One cold, wet,
overcast evening the house phone rang. Grandpa Weston and I were the
only ones home and I was lying on the settee with my head on his lap in
front of a huge log fire. Grandpa Weston was watching some documentary
on the telly and I was just gazing contentedly into the flames when the
jangling bell blasted into our thoughts.
"Hello. Oh is that Michelle?" 'Yes'. "Oh goodie, It's Shirley, I'm
just so glad I caught you; with that barn you live in, you never know
who's going to answer.'
"Well there's only me and grandpa here at the moment, everybody's up in
London."
"Well, never mind. Listen, I've got some trading opportunities that are
a steal, are you up for it?"
I yawned, sleepily as Grandpa Weston turned idly to listen as I turned
on the 'voice'.
Shirley ran through some figures and I perked up as the opportunity to
use my brain presented itself. I did some rapid mental calculations,
which impressed Shirley and she squealed when my calculations closely
matched those on her computer at her desk in New York. Close enough to
confirm Shirley's thoughts and she cut me in on the deal. After going
long on the deal, we fell to chatting about family stuff and the
forthcoming birth.
"The Baby's expected in three weeks. Are you coming over?"
I hesitated but Grandpa Weston gently took the phone from my grasp and
answered.
"Of course she'll be there, she's the daddy isn't she?"
I gasped at his impudence to think he could speak for me, only Simone
could do that.
"Grandpa!" I spluttered, "I, - I'm not ready! It, - it's dangerous out
there!"
"Of course you're ready girl. I just saw you go through those trading
calculations like a knife through butter. Your brain is as sharp as
it's ever been. You're ready to return to a normal life."
He spoke down the phone again to Shirley.
"I want you to phone her each day and go through at least five or ten of
those calculations. I've just been watching her. After she'd done the
calculation, her self esteem rocketed. Her back straightened and her
head looked up. She was Michelle the trader, Michelle the mathematician
again. She'll be there for the birth or I'll know the reason why."
After he'd finished he offered the phone again to me but I was so taken
aback that I refused his offer. He spoke again briefly to Shirley and
then put the phone down. That evening I spoke to Simone when she
returned from London and asked that we moved to a place of our own. We
had enough money to buy because our trading sessions with Shirley and
Jasmine had long ago secured our independence.
"So why d'you want to live somewhere else?" Simone demanded.
I described the incident with the phone but Simone 'poo-hooed' it and
flatly refused to agree to a move. I supposed Simone knew which side her
bread was buttered on. We lived in a huge rambling country mansion and
both her her parents were right on hand.
"Listen Michelle," she observed, "you've just about got it made here.
You and I share a splendid private income from our trading successes, we
don't pay rent and we've both got our nearest and dearest relatives
right to hand. The house is absolutely gorgeous and the grounds are
fabulous! London is only just over an hour away and we've got a Pierre-
de-Terre right in the centre of the city. Why d'you want to move?"
"I want to be in control of my life."
"Listen you little sissy. I'm in control of your life and don't you
forget it."
I immediately realised that I had overstepped the boundary.
"Oh! Yes! Of course mistress. But I thought you and I, - together, - our
own little place."
"Well, the answer's no. We're staying here and Grandpa Weston is right.
You're going to New York to attend at the birth of your baby. That is
what fathers are supposed to do!"
I sighed. If mistress said it then that's how it was. I pulled out the
milking machine and set it up as she showered then she called me in and
made me serve her before we finished off showering together. Finally,
before dinner we shared a long relaxing milking session together and
then went down to eat. Grandpa Weston glanced at Simone and she
explained.
"She'll be going to New York and that's final."
"Excellent. Try the soup, it's beautiful."
Simone motioned to me and I ladled out two portions, one for her and one
for me.
"Mmm it is good Grandpa. I think I know what it is," Simone declared as
we both ladled a second portion into our bowls.
"You'd better ask Morag. She cooked it," Grandpa Weston added.
Morag arrived with the main courses for herself and grandpa as she
settled beside the old man Simone spoke to her mum.
"Is this what I think it is mum?"
"Yes darling, go on, tell your beloved Michelle."
Simone turned to me and grinned.
"Promise me you won't be disgusted now won't you?"
"I'll try mistress. So what is it?"
"Hare and hedgehog!"
I did a double take and peered into the tureen as Morag Bandy grinned.
"Don't worry darling, you won't find any bristles in there. D'you like
it?"
I had to confess that I did and I finished the second portion, firstly
because I really was enjoying it and secondly to demonstrate my
approval. Grandpa Benson chuckled.
"Well Michelle, I haven't tasted Morag's soup for years, long before you
were born. It's wonderful to taste it once again."
"Is this an old Gypsy soup then?" I asked Morag half knowing the answer.
She nodded and smiled.
"Yes. It used to be a regular when we camped in the woods because there
were so many hares and hedgehogs around in the old days. Those were the
days eh," she turned and smiled at Earl Weston.
Grandpa nodded vigorously and remarked.
"Better hadn't let the environmentalists know. They'll moan like hell if
they realise we've been catching hedgehogs."
"Ah William says there's plenty of them on your land again. Now that the
estate has been fenced off from the new estates, the wildlife is safer;
the incomers can't bring their blasted dogs onto the estate nor can the
domestic cats get on so easily. Just go into the woods and listen to the
birdsong again."
"So how does the wildlife get in and out?" I wondered.
Morag looked at me a little too condescendingly.
"Why Michelle, they fly in, they're birds."
"No, I mean the hedgehogs, the hares and stuff."
Grandpa Weston explained.
"You've been away too long Michelle. Take a walk sometime instead of
moping around the house all day. The estate is open to Jack
Devonshire's farm and land to the south and that is open to The Downs.
Only determined country walkers get that far into the country and they
respect the land. Jack's farm is swarming with hares."
I smiled as I finished the second portion. I had always imagined gypsy
food as boiling in a big pot over an open fire but this soup sat equally
well on a posh upper-class dining table in an ornate upper-class dining
room. Simone and I nodded appreciatively and smiled at Morag.
"You should patent this and sell it as your own brand," I advised.
"Yes mum. You could make a fortune," Simone added. "To think I used to
eat this every week when we were travelling and I never realised just
how good it was. Hare and hedgehog soup; delicious."
Earl Weston grinned.
"Your American friends might call it 'Road-kill' soup."
"Uugghh. Grandpa! That's horrible!" I protested. "Tell him Morag!"
And so it went on for the remainder of the evening.
Morning broke cool and sunny so I bravely decided after milking and
breakfast to ask Simone if I could go for a walk on The Downs with her.
"Good idea Beverly. It'll get you out of the house. Let's make a little
picnic of it."
She obviously recognised that I needed to get out of the house and a
walk on The Downs in the cool autumnal days would be beneficial. It was
and I returned at dusk feeling thoroughly regenerated. Then Shirley
phoned and presented me with her figures and I rattled the solutions off
to her and Grandpa's satisfaction. Seven weeks later after lots of long
country walks and nightly 'Maths Therapy' I was fit enough to go over to
The Apple with Simone and I was present for the birth of my child; -
only it wasn't 'a child' it was twins! Shirley and Jasmine had kept it
as a surprise.
I spent six months in New York savouring fatherhood with my new-born son
and motherhood with my beautiful new daughter. I breast fed my daughter
but Jasmine was adamant that I was not to feed my son. She wanted to
see him grow into a strapping boy and man.
End of Chapter 29 - To Be Continued !!
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