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Costume Gun: My Little Princess
By Heather St. Claire
Life's a funny thing. Just when you're sure the script has been written
and there are no more surprise turns left, life deals you an ultimate
surprise. Mine came just a few days ago.
I was a not-quite thirty-five year old man, newly divorced, father of a
beautiful five year old girl, and I was dying of pancreatic cancer.
Charlotte and I married when we were both twenty-eight. Our darling
Madison--Maddie-- arrived not quite two years later, and she was and is
the greatest blessing I have ever known.
Anyone looking at our family from the outside would have concluded we
had the perfect life. But there was one fundamental problem.
I desperately wanted--no, needed--to become a woman. I probably never
should have gotten married in the first place. I had known since my
earliest awareness of the differences between boys and girls that I
should have been born a girl.
For decades, my main coping strategy was denial. I thought if I got
married and fathered a child (since I could never be a mother), it might
help to ease this feeling. I was so very wrong. Being with this
beautiful woman and beautiful child only intensified my feelings.
When I first laid eyes on Charlotte, my strongest emotion was not lust,
but envy. I looked at her womanly curves, her lustrous natural red hair
that fell below her shoulders, her perfect heart-shaped face, and I
wanted nothing more in the world than to inhabit her body. I should have
seen that as a warning sign.
One night a few months ago I blurted out my secret to Charlotte. We had
both already gotten ready for bed. She was wearing a lovely, lacy sheer
black nightgown. (How I wished I had a body that could display sexy
clothing that way). I was hoping for some degree of acceptance and
understanding. In my wildest dreams, I thought she might even be willing
to continue to live with me as a lesbian lover or even a best friend.
I'm afraid I badly underestimated Charlotte's capacity for empathy. She
told me she wanted nothing more to do with "a freak" and made it clear
our marriage was over.
I slept on the couch that night and moved out the next day. Charlotte
initiated divorce proceedings the day after that.
Of course, I let Charlotte and Madison have the house; I found a small,
simple but clean apartment. I was now totally focused on one thing:
beginning my transition to womanhood.
Things were just beginning to fall into place when I got the life-
changing news from the results of some routine blood work that was done
before I was to go on hormones: it looked like I had cancer. Some
follow-up blood work and a CT scan confirmed the diagnosis.
I still felt just fine, but it had already metastasized to my liver, and
appeared to be in my lymph nodes as well. They would do what they could
to control my pain and attempt to buy me some extra days, but it was
truly a matter of time.
I delivered the news to Charlotte over the telephone. She was, I would
say, appropriate in her expressions of sadness and sympathy, but I
didn't sense any deep sorrow on her part. She did indicate a willingness
to allow me to begin seeing Maddie again. Her attorney had been
successful in keeping her off limits from me since the split; I told her
I was genuinely grateful for this.
Charlotte even offered to bring me food or do anything else I needed;
but I demurred, telling her I would manage. She didn't press the issue.
For that reason, I was all the more surprised when I found her at the
front door of my apartment early last Saturday morning. It was my
thirty-fifth birthday. The cancer was now progressing rapidly and I had
trouble just making it to the door. My back was beginning to hurt
severely, and it took strong painkillers to allow me to sleep at night.
I was still a little groggy as I opened the door.
She greeted me with a cheery, "Happy Birthday!" and held aloft a large
package she was carrying. "Mind if I come in?"
I beckoned her to enter and offered her a cup of coffee. Some awkward
small talk followed.
"So how do you like this apartment?"
"It's fine. It's not fancy, but it's clean, and it's quiet. Most of the
folks living here are older."
"That's nice. You must..." she let the unfinished thought trail off.
After a period of silence, I said, "Did you bring me some kind of
present? That really wasn't necessary."
"No," she said. "You have to have this. Please open it."
She moved my coffee cup aside and placed the box before me. It was
wrapped in shiny pink paper and was encircled by a pink ribbon. I
couldn't begin to guess what was inside.
I removed the ribbon, tore off the paper, and opened the box. I recoiled
at the sight of what appeared to be the empty skin of our daughter
Maddie.
"Charlotte! What the hell?" I moved my chair backward several inches; I
probably would have leapt to my feet if I had possessed the energy.
"This is Maddie."
"What on earth are you talking about? Please, oh God please tell me you
haven't hurt her in some way."
"Oh Alan, no, absolutely not. She's just fine. I used something called a
costume gun to transform her into a living, wearable costume. You can
put her on--spend the day as our daughter."
"You have got to be kidding me. Even if such a thing was possible, there
is no way on earth I could fit inside that costume." I warily inched
forward and hesitantly touched the costume. It felt warm; the skin felt
real.
"I know this is hard to accept, but it is real. That is really Maddie.
And you can put her on and become her. You will have all of her memories
as well as your own. Somehow, the costume compacts your body in a way
that it will fit. And when you're done and you take her off, all I have
to do is zip the costume up to restore her to normal."
"But....why? Why would you do this for me?"
"I heard you the night you told me you wished you had been born female.
I really did hear you. I was terribly upset, but I heard you. Especially
when you said you needed to transition for your own survival...but how
even then, it wouldn't be possible to have the girlhood that you longed
for. Now you can be a little girl, if only for a day."
I now gently cradled the Maddie costume in my arms and pressed it to my
chest. "Oh, Charlotte, this is so incredibly thoughtful and sweet, but
don't you think there are some kind of...creepy aspects to this?"
"I did think about that. Maddie knows about this, and she's fine with
it. I never would have done it without her agreement. She thought it was
strange, but I explained that sometimes boys wish they were girls, and
sometimes girls wish they were boys, and daddy is one of those boys who
wishes he had been born a girl. She's not going to remember a thing
about the experience afterward. And you...." Once again she let the
thought trail off.
"And I'm not going to be around very much longer."
"I didn't say that."
"But it's the truth."
There was another pregnant pause. "So, just what did you have planned,
Charlotte?"
"I thought we'd go to the house for a while...let you play. Then I've
scheduled a party at Chuck E Cheese's with some of Maddie's friends, and
then a visit to the Family Fun Center. You know, they've got a Ferris
wheel, bumper cars, bouncy castles, you name it...everything a kid loves.
Then you take her off tonight and...."
And resume my deathwatch, I thought. But I left that one unspoken.
I felt a tear trickling down my cheek. "Well, okay then."
I took off my clothes and felt an odd sense of excitement and
nervousness as I prepared to step into my daughter's form. Charlotte
helped to guide my trembling legs. It was astonishing to watch my legs
vanish into Maddies'. For a moment, I was a ridiculous creature, with
the head, torso and arms of a grown man and the legs of a five-year-old
girl. But as I slipped my arms into Maddies', the compacting process
resumed. Soon, we were pulling Maddies' tiny head, covered with blonde
curls, over mine. All that was left was to close the costume's zipper.
Once that was done, I was prepared for a period of disorientation
Charlotte had warned me was coming.
"Hey, mommy!" I said. Then I shrieked. "Oh, no, what happened to my
clothes? Where did they go?" After another minute or so of childish
babble, my head cleared, and I said, "Oh Char, oh my God, it really
worked, it really worked. This is so....amazing."
"Yes, it worked, and I think I better call you Maddie and you better
call me mommy today just so no one gets confused. Now, we can't have you
running around naked, can we?" With that, Charlotte reached into a
shopping bag and pulled out a set of pink tights, a pink and white dress
with a wide skirt and puff sleeves, and a pair of rhinestone-studded
pink Mary Janes. She had to help me into the outfit; I was too excited
and impatient. I realized that I now had the patience...of a five-year-
old.
Next, she opened her purse and pulled out a small make-up kit. She
applied lip gloss, blusher, mascara and eye shadow. Normally Charlotte
didn't allow Maddie to wear makeup, but this was a special occasion. I
was all set, or so I thought. Charlotte had saved one more surprise--a
princess crown for me to wear.
It's astonishing how big the world looks when you're three feet, three
inches tall. We headed for Charlotte's mini-van, and I started to climb
into the front seat, when she stopped me, "Remember honey, a girl your
age has to ride in the back. It's the law."
"Oh, right mommy." I could feel my little cheeks redden.
Soon we were walking into the home we had shared throughout our
marriage. Goldie, our Golden Retriever, greeted me with tail-wagging
excitement. She seemed not to sense that anything was amiss; as far as
she was concerned, I was Maddie.
We headed upstairs to Maddies' bedroom. When I walked through the door,
I had to smile when I saw the pink-and-white color scheme; we had redone
the room a year earlier at Maddies' request. Charlotte had been a
progressive mother who was firmly against gender stereotyping. She had
insisted on painting the room in neutral colors, but Maddie, God bless
her, came out of the womb all girl and made it clear she wanted a girl's
room--and girl's things.
I looked around the room from Maddies' perspective, still on the verge
of giddiness. I ran for her favorite stuffed animal, a bear that was
taller than she--taller than I was--and gave it a big hug. Then I looked
up at Charlotte. "Would you like to join me for a tea party, Mommy?"
"Of course, dear," she said sweetly.
The two of us sat at the Maddie-sized table. The bear, whose name was
Big Winnie, was my other guest. We consumed a couple of pots of pretend
tea before I became bored and was ready to move on. I jumped feet-first
into the magical world of Barbie.
I couldn't wait to use Maddies' Barbie jet to deliver Barbie and Stacie
to their three-story playhouse. I was Barbie, of course, while
Charlotte took on the role of kid sister Stacy. I was totally lost in
dress-up and role-playing games and probably could have spent the rest
of the day right there, but Charlotte told me it was time for lunch at
Chuck E Cheese.
"I love Chuck E Cheese!" I squealed. And it was true--Maddie did love it.
I had always found the pizza to be mediocre at best, and the chaos would
get to me at times, but it was a kids' paradise, and after all I was a
kid right now. Charlotte had arranged for half a dozen of Maddies'
friends from Kindergarten to spend the afternoon with us. We ate pizza,
we guzzled pop, we watched the show, and of course we played games. Then
we downed cake and ice cream. And we were all absolutely delighted when
we turned in our hard-earned (and expensive) tickets we had won on the
games for silly, cheap trinkets. Children are so easy to please. I think
we adults could learn a lot from them.
We weren't done yet, not by a long shot. Now it was on to the Fun
Center. Our first stop was the changing room by the indoor water slide;
I had to shed my princess outfit for a purple one-piece bathing suit.
Charlotte changed into a bathing suit as well, and I saw her naked for
what I assumed would be the last time in my life. It was a strange
moment. I was looking at my ex-wife through the eyes of our five-year-
old daughter, feeling the old familiar feelings of envy I thought I had
been able to put aside. But the moment passed and I led the way as our
group climbed to the top of the big water slide and then launched
ourselves on the big trip down. The other girls and I squealed with
delight.
After splashing around in the pool for awhile it was time for one more
change, after toweling dry with Charlotte's help. I put on jeans and a
rhinestone-studded t-shirt emblazoned with the legend "Little Princess."
We hit the rest of the park's highlights, but as dinnertime approached,
we finally ran out of gas. The other parents arrived at the rendezvous
point in the parking lot, and it was time to head back to Charlotte's
house. Time for me to let my daughter have her life back.
We headed into Charlotte's bedroom to begin the process of me becoming
Alan again. Charlotte had explained to me the process of locating the
"zipper" underneath my chin and working it free, something that could
take several minutes. It wouldn't do for the wearer of a costume to be
unmasked too easily. I don't know if my little fingers didn't have the
right dexterity, or if some part of me didn't want the day to end, but
my efforts to work the zipper free met with nothing but frustration.
I finally asked Charlotte for help and the costume began to open. As I
stepped out of it, I wondered what kind of sight I must be presenting--a
five foot, ten inch tall, 170 pound man emerging from the shell of a
forty-two pound girl.
As I began dressing, Charlotte carried the Maddie costume out of the
room. She knocked a few minutes later to make sure I was decent. When I
indicated that I was, the door opened and an excited Maddie came running
toward her daddy, arms outstretched for a hug.
She was wearing the same purple "Little Princess" T-shirt I had put on
earlier that day.
"Did you have fun being me, daddy?"
I hugged her to me tightly, fighting back tears of sadness and joy.
"Yes, I did, darling. Thank you my little princess. Thank you so much."
Maddie went back to her room to play. I turned to Charlotte and said, "I
am still utterly astonished that a device exists that can turn a living
human being into a costume. Can I see it?"
"Oh, sure," she said. She reached into a dresser drawer, withdrew the
gun, and handed it to me. I spent a long time looking at its detailing,
getting used to its heft. "It looks a little like a Star Trek phaser," I
said with a chuckle. "So where on earth did you find it?"
"I found it on eBay, of all places. It showed up on the home page one
day, and I don't know why, curiosity, I guess, I clicked on the listing.
It had a buy it now price, and on impulse, I went ahead and bought it.
The package showed up just a couple of days later. Funny thing is, when
I went to leave seller feedback, all traces of the transaction were
erased. It was like it had never happened."
"Well," I said, my gaze still fixed on the gun. "It's obviously real,
and it obviously works. Charlotte," I drew in a deep breath. "Forgive
me, please."
"Forgive you? Why? "
Those were the last words she spoke before I hit her with the gun's ray.
It's now been a week since I became Charlotte. The first few days were
the roughest. Maddie was pretty devastated by the news that her daddy
had gone to heaven. Charlotte had started preparing her for this, but I
don't think any five-year-old can really comprehend losing a parent
until it happens, and even afterward it's a struggle. She slept in my
bed for the first few nights, and I assured her that her daddy would
never be far away from us.
Yes, I admit that I had to suppress a smile when I said that.
I've been trying to give Maddie all the attention she needs, but there
have been some things at Charlotte's--my office--that couldn't wait. I
thought I wouldn't be able to deal with her job; she's an accountant,
and I've never been good with numbers. But thanks to my Charlotte
memories, I find I can do the work easily. And for the first time in my
life, I'm actually seeing beauty in numbers. So I don't have to look for
a new career.
What I do have to do is change my work wardrobe in a major way.
Charlotte apparently thought an accountant had to look dull in order to
be professional. Her closet is full of boring skirt suits in colors like
black, dark blue and brown. There?s no reason a businesswoman can?t
dress like a woman. Just today, I wore a classic sleeveless red dress to
the office that Charlotte had always reserved for nights out on the
town.
So I?ve got a big closet cleaning planned for Sunday. That?s going to
follow a real heavy-duty day of shopping on Saturday. I?m going to bring
Maddie along; we need some new mother-daughter outfits. And I?m sure
we?ll go back to Chuck E Cheese. But this time, no pizza or cake for me
this time; this girl needs to watch her figure!
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