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Sissy Farm - Chapter Thirty - 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 Thirty - Final Chapter
After our extended stay in New York Shirley and Jasmine accompanied us
back to London. Needless to say our reception at Heathrow resembled a
tribal gathering and Grandpa Weston led the celebrations despite his
great age. The arrival of Jonathon and Samantha had made him a great,
great uncle by marriage and a great grandfather by adoption, (Auntie
Beverly' adoption of Janice and me.) Naturally a reception party had been
organised back at the house and a 'clan photograph' was organised on the
front steps. All in all that was one of the happiest days of my and
Simone's life, especially when she took me to bed that night and
whispered in my ear that she thought she might be with child, - my child.
I was so excited my tits started lactating spontaneously and I had to
slip out of bed to address the problem.
In the morning Simone informed the family and further celebrations
ensued. It seemed now that my life was reaching total fulfilment and
Auntie Beverly and Morag decided it was time that Simone and I gave the
forthcoming child legitimacy. Because the Mistress-Sissy relationship was
such that I had to ask Simone if I could have her permission to marry
her, the proposal followed an unusual format insofar as it could not come
as a surprise.
However, it came as a surprise to the rest of the family and soon the
drums were rumbling out the messages to all and sundry as the news spread
beyond the family to friends and acquaintances. The sweetest surprise and
the biggest was Grandpa Weston's insistence that ALL my friends and
relations be invited to the wedding.
Naturally, Janice my beloved sister was one of the first to learn of it
and that same Saturday afternoon my sibling arrived breathless at the
house demanding to be married to Joanne in a joint wedding. Auntie Bev
blanched slightly for besides all our relations and mutual friends from
school, Janice and Joanne had acquired their own circle of alternative
friends in London and Paris so the wedding could soon be extended
alarmingly. The little church on the estate would be full to overflowing!
By the time the tribal drums had been rolling for a week the house was
inundated with affirmative 'RSVP's, The following Saturday, Morag,
Auntie Beverly, and Earl Weston had finally concluded enough was enough.
There were nearly three hundred guests who simply could NOT be refused
without feeling painfully hurt and rejected. And that was just to attend
the wedding ceremony! Let alone the bash afterwards!
As the tribal elders sifted through the responses and held up 'doubtfuls'
there came the constant and repeated refrains from either me or Simone or
Janice or Joanne,
"But Mummy! You simple must invite 'so-and-so'!" Don't you remember?
She/he was the one who 'did this or that'. They would be terribly hurt to
be left out!"
And so it went for a solid week before Vicar Rachel had the final figures
for her church.
"I'm going to have to remove some of the pews and make it standing room
only at the back," Rachel explained. "English heritage are not going to
be impressed with my vandalism. The nave of that chapel is early Saxon,
that is eighth century and the flagstones by the alter go back to Romano
Celtic!"
"What!" grandpa Weston huffed angrily, "are you telling me I can't make
temporary alterations to my own bloody church?"
Rachel grinned indulgently.
"Listen, I'm the vicar of that church and even I can't alter the flipping
building without their bloody permission."
"Tut-tut vicar, language!" Auntie Bev grinned.
"No! It's true. This is secularism gone too far. A bunch of secular
architects and 'job's-worth's' sitting on a bloody committee in London
can tell a vicar what can and can't be done to her own church. That
building is part of a living heritage, not some religious, architectural
icon frozen in aspic!"
"What about the Bishop? Surely he can authorise it?" Grandpa Weston
huffed again.
Rachel fell silent then replied thoughtfully.
"Well that's a maybe, the Bishop will have a direct line to the
Archbishop and he sits in the House of Lords."
"What about your direct line to God?" Janice grinned.
Rachel gave her a patronising smile that said it all.
"I don't think a bunch of blinkered civil servants would take kindly to a
thunderbolt landing on their table; still; - it conjures up a lovely
image. Let's stay with the Bishop and if that doesn't work, we'll try the
media. Lots of people are getting sick of the nanny state."
Eventually the issue of removing a certain number of pews from the back
of the church was resolved. Some 'jobs-worth's came down from London
and went through the whole rigmarole with Earl Weston, Vicar Rachel, the
Bishop and the county archaeologist until finally an agreed number of
pews were allowed to be removed. After this was done the next headache
had to be addressed. Who would be seated and who would stand?" Morag came
up with the simple solution.
"Come on girls, this is a gender bender wedding. Let's bend the old
status quo and let the women have precedence in the church for once. The
men can stand at the back and the women can be seated."
We all immediately agreed with this and giggled as we contemplated the
reversal of the old chauvinistic male roles.
"We could even put the men behind a screen, like in the synagogues,"
Auntie Beverly added.
Rachel grinned but observed that any further alterations might just, -
might just, - tip the committee in London over the edge.
"Besides," she continued, "the Bishop is pretty liberal but not quite
that liberal."
"Yes, and who'd have to pay for an expensive wooden screen?" Earl Weston
added smiling at the comedy of the suggestion. "Because they wouldn't
accept some simple temporary canvas thing, you know what these job's-
worth's are like! They'd probably want some bloody replica carved oak
rood screen like the ones in the bloody cathedrals!"
Finally the accommodation questions were resolved as Morag suggested, men
standing at the back of the church because they were taller, (or at least
that was the official reason,) whilst ladies sat at the front. The only
suits and trousers at the front of the church would be William Bandy and
old Earl Weston for he was well inured by now to 'gender-bender'
weddings. His own son had worn a matching wedding gown with the bride at
the last wedding. Besides we had agreed that Earl Weston would give
Janice away and Auntie Jamie would give me away. William Bandy concluded
that what was good enough for the old earl was therefore good enough for
him. He would give away his daughter Simone while Uncle Penny would give
Joanne away. There were no 'best men'.
The next big issue was wedding dresses. The best bit of all was that both
brides and grooms would be wearing gowns and that meant four bridal
trains with four lots of bridesmaids or more correctly, two sets of
bridesmaids and two sets of groomsmaids at the altar, not to mention Earl
Weston and Mr Bandy. It was going to be a squeeze and we had to re-apply
for permission to move the front pew on both sides of the aisle to
accommodate the double wedding.
"Whoever said it was going to be easy?" Vicar Rachel grinned.
Earl Weston grimaced when he saw the English heritage bill for
specialised craftsmen to come and supervise the alterations, not to
mention the official attendances. Still he was marrying off his two
adopted grandchildren and for him it was a remarkable turn-around from
his expectations of but a few years ago. He was in an expansive
generous mood for he had learned only that morning as he opened the
letter containing the invoices for the alterations, that his new daughter
in law was pregnant again to his transvestite, bi-sexual son Jamie.
Nothing but nothing was going to ruin the earl's belated happiness. The
great house positively hummed with happy activity as preparations went
apace.
Finally the great day arrived. Joanne and I made our ways up the aisle
accompanied by our supporters Uncle Penny and Auntie Beverly. Naturally
our gowns matched and our respective supporters had also chosen suits of
identical design but different colours to reflect their own genders,
Auntie Bev was in a beautiful pink two piece while Uncle Jen matched her
with a pale blue mirror design. We stood at the altar in nervous
anticipation until the organist struck up and we each turned to smile at
our brides advancing up the aisle on the arms of their respective
grandfather and father. As we turned to savour the beautiful sight
approaching the altar, Vicar Rachel had to gently admonish the
groomsmaids for crowding curiously onto the aisle line and blocking the
approach of the brides.
"Come on now girls, you'll all get the best seats in the house in a
moment, move back girls."
Reluctantly our groomsmaids shuffled back to their allotted positions and
the space opened up beside Joanne and me as Simone and Janice smiled
behind their veils. Joanne and I exchanged excited but nervous smiles and
Vicar Rachel had to gently remind us to hand our bouquets to the senior
groomsmaids and motion to our supporters to get the rings ready. Auntie
Bev and Uncle Jen discreetly checked through their hand bags and
ascertained that the rings were easily available. To add to the tension,
Simone and Janice did exactly what Auntie Bev had done at her wedding;
namely paused to chat briefly to the seated women and girls in the
congregation to exchange last minute words of encouragement, advice,
reassurance, endearment and congratulations. At the back the men had to
simply wait and fidget impatiently, this was definitely a girly day!
Eventually the brides arrived at the altar to take their places beside
their respective grooms and our gowns squeezed against each other causing
the wide silk skirts to whisper and rustle as they competed for space in
front of the narrow rail. The older bridesmaids had to marshal the
younger ones to the sides to allow the congregation unrestricted views of
the celebration and our vows. Finally we sissies were each wedded to our
mistresses and bound by our vows always to serve and obey. Lastly we
signed the registry and we were legally married.
With a precision learned from his time in the army, Earl Weston turned us
newly wedded couples and we carefully navigated our way up the aisle,
four abreast to accompaniment of the wedding march. A tune that had
always brought tears to my eyes, but now doubly so because it was my
wedding march. Outside the church we arranged ourselves in the sun and
soon the cameras were clicking away twenty to the dozen. We four
newlyweds just had not realised how many friends and supporters we had
until we saw the crowd gathered in the churchyard.
Then it was back to the marquee on Grandpa Weston's front lawn to start
the festivities. As I accompanied Simone, Janice, and Joanne I felt a
cold shiver come over me. The last time I had crossed these grounds in a
gown, I had been brutally raped by the odious Arthur and William. Simone,
Janice and Joanne's happy mood however, served to calm me and we arrived
at the reception in festive mood. Once we were ensconced in the marquee
Uncle Jenny phoned Auntie Jamie and the guests started from the
Churchyard in small groups as they picked their way across the grounds
along the narrow tarmac path that had been especially laid to prevent
expensive shores getting ruined if it was muddy. It was not muddy; indeed
the weather could not have been better, sunny and dry but not too hot.
The first to arrive were Auntie Beverly and Morag the mothers of the
brides. Our greeting simply involved tight hugs and kisses with few words
exchanged for there was little news to impart.
Next it was Grandpa Weston, Mr Bandy, Auntie Jamie and Uncle Penny and
indeed they had little to add for we knew their circumstances intimately.
The first of the 'regular guests' were Mistress Janet the headmistress of
my old school accompanied by Doctor Shirley Williams my endocrinologist.
Mistress Williams eyed us approvingly and actually showed emotion as we
first shook hands and then fell into an emotional hug. This was a very
different woman from the dragon who had pursued us all through our school
days. Firstly she congratulated us all on our successful careers and she
beamed with pride as she turned to Doctor Williams.
"D'you know Shirley, I always get a huge lump in my throat when I see my
former pupils doing so successfully." Then she turned again to us four.
"You've done splendidly girls, and I'm particularly happy that you
Michelle stuck to my admonishments by completing your academic career."
I tried to explain that despite my mathematical prowess on the trading
floors of both London and New York, my first love was and always had been
hair styling. Mistress Janet gently fingered my French twist and smiled.
"Yes indeed Michelle dear but you'll always have that superb brain to
fall back on."
I smiled a little bemused. 'After all didn't that same brain dictate that
I was a voluntary sissy and a keen hair-stylist? My brain was me, it was
everything I was and everything I would ever become, not simply just a
math's computer.' It would have been churlish to argue any points at that
juncture so I simply smiled agreeably and fell into Doctor Shirley's
extended arms. I felt her expert fingers testing my body and I grinned
knowingly as I whispered.
"Yes doctor, it's all sissy and once again, thanks for everything."
"Well done Michelle, you've turned out really well. I can mark up another
success."
I agreed whole-heartedly and we broke our embrace with an affectionate
kiss as the next guests lined up.
Miss Stern and Miranda had designed all the gowns so they had a pride of
place in the guest line up. As the couple approached, we all four
newlyweds self-consciously checked our gowns to see that everything was
picture perfect as four critical eyes checked us over. The examination
garnished a pass with honours and the couple hugged us as they
complimented us before following Mistress Stern and Doctor Shirley into
the marquee.
The next to meet and greet us was Auntie Beverly's oldest friend Portia
with her sissy husband and two children, Victoria and Jemima; plus of
course Victoria's sissy husband and her newborn son in her arms.
Victoria's daughter of course was a bridesmaid and we could hear her
cavorting with a dozen other younger children as we caught up on
Victoria's news. She just gained a promotion to surgical registrar and
was very happy with her life. The domestic side was handled entirely by
her sissy husband and the relationship was sound. Naturally an invite was
extended to come and see them in London at any time. Jemima explained
that she had been given leave by her mistress to attend the wedding and
her mistress would be arriving soon, hopefully in time for the reception.
Jemima's mistress ran a successful transgendered B&B in London and
normally Jemima was kept busy with the domestic side. They had a
comfortable living. I asked Jemima how her mistress treated her and she
smiled enigmatically.
"Come on Jem's," I begged, "Spill the beans; why did your mistress let
you come on your own?"
Jemima smiled shyly and made a little sign as she whispered in my ear.
"I'm fitted with a 'sissy lock', there's no way I can indulge or be
indulged until mistress arrives for this evening's wedding party."
"Oooo-ooh! You funny girl!" I giggled, "So it's strictly a good girl
until she arrives."
Jemima smiled and blushed slightly then made her excuses as the welcome
queue backed up behind her.
Next to greet us was Sophia and her younger sissy brother Angelica. I had
heard of Sophia's advancement to Q.C. in her chambers in London. (A Q.C.
is a 'Queen's Counsel'; A senior Barrister in British courts.That is a
specialist lawyer who advocates for defendants and prosecutors in the
courts.)As I gave Sophia a congratulatory hug I asked her how she had
climbed so successfully. She explained.
"I was involved in some very high profile cases while you were over the
pond. Several transgendered issues coalesced into a complex series of
legal arguments and my back-ground gave me the intuitive edge when
explaining to judges the complexities of sexuality and the law. I've
moved the legal understanding even slightly ahead of the medical aspects
and opened the way for transgendered people to invoke the new European
human rights legislation."
"Gosh! Clever stuff then."
"More tedious than complex, and a hell of a lot of interviews and
research. That's where my dear little sissy brother Angelica has been so
helpful; haven't you darling."
She gave her younger brother Angelica a patronising but deeply
affectionate sisterly hug and Angelica blushed with justifiable pride,
just as Angelica had done. Sophia briefly explained the set up in her
legal chambers.
"We have another junior barrister who is Angelica's mistress so we all
work together in the same set of chambers at the Middle temple. It's a
very successful arrangement."
"I'm really pleased to learn of it. I'll speak to you about it when I'm
circulating later."
"Don't worry; I'll be here all afternoon and evening. We're staying over
in our camper van."
"Oh that's yours is it? Very smart. It must sleep about a dozen."
"No, only five, but in some luxury. See you after."
I had hardly slipped out of Portia's embrace when Julia seized my hand
and squeezed it. Her smile betrayed happiness and tension so I asked her
what was wrong. Julia grinned back.
"Nothing darling, nothing at all; it's just that I'm overdue for my mid-
day milking and my bloody milking machine has packed up. Can I use
yours?"
"Of course darling," I replied as I asked one of the older bridesmaids to
show Julia to my room where our machine was set up in our bathroom. Julia
smiled gratefully and dashed of throwing words over her shoulder.
"Thanks Michelle! You're a brick! I'll get back to you after the meal!"
Simone and I grinned as we watched Julia bustling urgently across the
lawn to the big house.
Joanne and Simone's younger siblings were all bridesmaids so the next
guest was Elaine, Uncle William's ex wife who had been a bit hesitant
about accepting Beverly and Jamie's invitation. Finally after a personal
visit by Auntie Bev and old Earl Weston, she was persuaded that as the
mother of the Earl's little great-nieces (who of course were
bridesmaids,) that she was truly welcome. We asked her about the odious
Uncle William and great Uncle Arnold but she had little to tell. They
were still serving their sentences and she wasn't visiting them since her
acrimonious divorce from William.
"The pair of them can rot in hell as far as I'm concerned though I heard
that their due before the parole board in December so they might get out
on parole if they can afford a good barrister."
I shuddered from a reaction to the awful memories of my kidnap and then
frowned distastefully. As I remembered, the Judge had recommended the
maximum stay in jail without remission but there was no accounting for
the courts and Parole boards. We could only wait and see.
Auntie Elaine moved on and Andre came forward with Dawn Robbins to offer
their best wishes. I expressed my surprise at seeing Dawn.
"Well I'm pleased you could make it Dawn, I'd have thought that you'd
have been up to your neck in it with the show. It's the fourth year now
isn't it?"
"Yes, and still playing to packed houses. There's still an opening for
you if you want to come back to be my hair-dresser."
I was pleased with her offer and said so but I had family commitments up
until the end of the year what with visits to return and a house to find
in London. We agreed to return to New York after Christmas and Dawn
enthusiastically agreed to our invitation to stay with us over the short
Christmas break.
"It'll be really nice staying over here. My parents died this year within
a few months of each other so there's not much to keep me over the pond.
Christmas won't be the same without them."
"What about your sisters and their children," I asked.
"It's the same for them as well. All of us three sisters used to stay at
moms over Christmas and it was a fabulous atmosphere as my older sisters
arrived home for Christmas with their kids. I usually arrived last then
we caught up on stuff. Now mum and dad are gone it'll never be the same."
A tear forced its way from her eye and Auntie Beverly quickly produced a
handkerchief. Dawn dabbed her eye then smiled thankfully as she
continued.
"Whose house do we go to? We were all equal at mom's and we each had our
own bedroom. Christmases were fabulous get-togethers."
"But you've got a huge apartment in New York," I observed.
"Yeah but it's still only three bedrooms. Mom and Dad's house had five
bedrooms, room enough for everybody. I used to bunk up with my middle
sister just like we used to do as kids so that the grand-kids could use
the other rooms. It's not the same now. Besides, there are too many
ghosts this Christmas; maybe next year. It'll be lovely staying here with
you this year in a really traditional Christmas in a huge rambling
English country house."
Simone grinned and suggested that Dawn speak to Grandpa Weston to make
sure there was enough room. Christmas that year promised to be a
hectic affair what with us back from New York and all the other family
additions. Grandpa Weston overheard Simone's words and he leaned forward
from the welcome line-up as he took back Auntie Bev's wet handkerchief.
"You come darling. You can sing for your supper."
"Oooh Yes!" Both Simone and I chorused.
Dawn grinned whilst Andre chuckled.
"Does that mean I'll have to cut hair?"
"If you want," I replied. "You can certainly cut mine. You've done a
wonderful job of it for my wedding. Anyway, everybody has to pitch in
and everybody has to try to do a turn or something to entertain the
family. It's part of the fun."
"And you can cut mine," Simone added. "That'll be your turn and you can
explain a few simple tips to the younger children, Auntie Elaine's girls
are exactly that age now.
With invitations confirmed both Dawn and Andre made their excuses and
went to their seats. Simone turned to me curiously.
"Are those two an item now?"
We both looked at them holding hands as they walked away and concluded
they probably were or were soon to become one. Simone and I couldn't
decide who was the luckier, Dawn or Andre.
We only had a few second's respite when Shirley and Jasmine appeared
before us with the new babies. It's not every father who stands in her
wedding gown with her new wife by her side and greets the mother of her
newborn twins. Furthermore, it is not every father who would enjoy
smiles, contentment and congratulations from those respective women but I
did. As Simone and I held the babies I felt my breasts give a delightful
tingle. I wasn't due to be milked until that evening so I knew the
feelings were pure motherliness. I 'adjusted' my boobs and Jasmine smiled
knowingly as she leaned forward and whispered.
"Later this evening if you want darling, you can feed your daughter while
Simone feeds your son."
I don't think that a bride and her groom could ever have received a nicer
invitation and we stood absently holding the babies for a few minutes
before Auntie Bev brought us to our senses.
"Come on girls, the queue is waiting."
We both shook our heads as we came to our senses and handed the babies
back.
I looked out along the queue and wondered just where they all came from
but as they passed before us, we recognised everybody who had ever had
anything to do with our lives. Remote family cousins, friends of one or
all four of us brides and grooms, old teachers, school friends who
numbered in dozens; work mates and a whole host of faces, some only dimly
remembered. It was gone one o'clock before we finally sat down to the
wedding lunch.
Speeches were made, jokes were exchanged and a party atmosphere soon
began to prevail.
That evening after milking then dancing until the witching hour Simone
and I retired to our wedding bed exhausted but blissfully happy. Never
were a sissy and her mistress so happy.
The end.
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I know this ending is somewhat rushed and unsatisfactory but in truth I'm
a bit stale with the story. I just don't know how Angharad can keep on
producing original refreshing work in 'Bike' day after day.
Sorry if the end is a bit of an anticlimax but I don't want any cliff-
hangers or such. I suppose I could have introduced some excitement like
an escape from prison by Arnold and William but I have to draw a line
under this story. It is becoming a chore as I sit at my computer
contemplating more writing. That is not how I want my pleasures to be.
Thank you to all those who have commented. There are other stories in the
pipeline. Some re-writes brought over from Fictionmania and some original
stuff still gestating in my mind.
Cheers and bye for now, Beverly.
Partying at Wild Passions.
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