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A Man's Place is as a Woman!
Part 12
I was nearly hyperventilating when I got to work, but thankfully no one
was even there besides the two of us until morning meeting at 10am. It
was there that Rebecca and Stephanie got their first glimpse of the new
Beth! I was super afraid that they would reject me, but it seems that
Jennifer had
let them in on my transformation because they didn't seem all that
shocked at all! While Rebecca could not stop herself from giving me kudos
and tips for my body shape and complexion, Steph, who was always more of
the "rugged type", just seemed to look at me like she was disappointed.
Later when I got up the nerve to say something to her in the powder room,
she just mumbled something like "you don't have to dress like that to be
a female" or something that I didn't quite understand.
The rest of my workday was rather uneventful. After all I had been
behaving like Beth on the phone for months, now I just looked the part!
And I found myself enjoying feeling more like a woman that just a voice
on the other end.
I also felt more at ease when I went to the bathroom, which was always
coed but never felt right for a man to be in there, what with a couch and
lotions on the counter, plus no urinals to be seen. Now it occurred to me
that, from now on, I'd be sitting down to pee no matter where I was.
While this might take some getting used to, at least I wasn't being one
gender on the phone and another in the rest of my daily activities.
Speaking of daily activities, it was time to go to class. Getting there
took a bit longer, since I was now walking in heels and kept feeling like
I was going to fall forward! But after a while I learned to lean back a
bit and to slow down and use my hips to create a side to side motion to
get where I was going. Watching some other girls on the way definitely
helped. When I got to my class, I was thankfully a little early and sat
in my usual spot, hoping to not be noticed.
But of course people were looking in my direction, astonished at what
they were seeing and wondering if that was a new girl or something. I
heard some other students mutter something like, "where's John and who is
that?"
(It was also interesting to note that some of the girls were looking me
up and down, sizing me up as better or worse off than they were.)
As the class began to start, the teacher made an announcement:
"Now class, I want to let you know about one of your classmates who is
making a change. The school has been officially notified that one of your
classmates, John, has decided to began transitioning to a new gender.
His, or her, new name is Bethany, Beth McCallister. Please welcome Beth
to the class. I would encourage you, as social work students, to treat
her with the utmost respect. Name calling, teasing, or anything else done
to her in the spirit of ridicule will not be tolerated at this
university. Please treat Ms. McCallister with respect and admiration for
the courageous step she is making in her life. Thank you."
After this statement was read, in a supportive tone I must say, ALL eyes
were upon me, some in utter surprise and bewilderment. There was, of
course, dead silence. At least for a while. Then, starting with my muse
Jessica Eiger, a few of the girls waved to me or said, "hi, Beth". I was
so completely embarrassed that I was red in the face and shaking. But I
did manage to wave back at a few folks.
As the period was ending, I started to relax a bit and think that maybe,
just maybe, I could pull this whole thing off. Maybe I really could
become Bethany. And maybe these women would actually accept for me who I
am, whom I was becoming!!
It seemed like nothing at the time, but I did notice that a few people
were texting more than they usually would. I even heard a few photo
clicks coming from smart phones near me in the back of class.
This did not seem important until I finally got back to my dorm room.
Well, I didn't have a chance to get to my dorm room, just into the end of
the hall at the bottom of the stairs. ALL of my stuff was on the floor at
the bottom of those stairs. About a dozen or so people were standing
there, blocking my way to my dorm room, where I wanted to go to get the
rest of my stuff and speak to my roommate Kyle.
Oh my God I was in shock at what I was seeing, how silently MEAN everyone
in my dorm was being to me!
As I tried to push by, the guys started in on me, saying hurtful things
like, "this is a dorm for men, what are you doing here?" "Go Away, John,
or Beth, or Fag, or whatever you are! Just get out of here, you ugly
bitch." This horrendous level of rejection was hard for me to take, and I
wanted to run away and scream bloody murder. Just then I spotted Kyle,
who made his way through the crowd on the stairs. He handed me a box with
my laptop and other important things, looked at me with sadness and said,
"you better go before this gets worse. Get out while you can."
I wanted to run down to the cafeteria where the RA was, but in every
direction but out, I was blocked. "We don't want your kind here, pussy!"
was the last thing I said as I went outside and called Ms. Jennifer from
the steps.
"Mrr, Mrrs Jennifer? Can you come to the Dorm to get me? All of my stuff
is everywhere."
I sat down on the steps of my dorm, Jefferson Hall, at what used to be my
home. With my head in my hands. Seemingly beaten and distraught at what
just happened. Shaking uncontrollably. Soon the campus police were on the
scene. They helped me gather my things and tried to investigate, but no
one stuck around to get into hot water. No one would own up to their part
in harassing me and hating me for who I was becoming. I looked up briefly
and caught a glimpse of Kyle's face, which then disappeared from what
used to be our window. What have I brought upon myself?
All of a sudden I was back on the playground, getting picked last for
football because everyone knew I wasn't any good. All of a sudden I was
kicked off of the basketball team that I never wanted to join but was
forced to by my dad. All of a sudden I was getting spit on and thrown
upside down into a dumpster. Then I could hear my long lost father echo
those hurtful words from when I was 8: "you are such a disappointment.
Some kind of son you turned out to be ." And all of a sudden there I was,
looking down at myself while a male upper classman in high school, who
had pretended to be my friend, was holding me down and doing terrible
things to me.
Sitting in the police car, I shuddered with pain and grief for what had
happened to me in the past, and what just occurred to me at the place
that I once called "home".
Part 13
Ms. Jennifer helped me move what was left of my stuff into her house.
While Freshman are required to live on campus, the dean made an exception
for me after what happened at my dorm was classified as a hate crime.
Most of the clothes that I was able to pick up from my old dorm, my old
life, were simply thrown away in a nearby dumpster. They weren't much use
to me now, anyway. Collecting my bruised and beaten textbooks was
depressing. Some of them looked worse than I did about now.
For several weeks after that incident, campus police had a plain clothes
officer follow me around campus wherever I went, which was a nice move
but made me feel like a leper. Some students were brave enough to sneer
at me, but most just ignored me after a few days, which started to become
a relief for me. While the police kept asking me for names of those who
were cruel to me, I was too scared to identify anyone specifically. I
really felt like the cops could not keep me safe enough to get specific
boys in trouble. Of course my mom had gotten an email from the University
about what happened, and called me right away with great concern for "her
baby". "I'm alright mom, I'm okay. Really"
She wanted me to come home right away. But I told her about the security
guard and that I was safe. Then mom said that it was time for her to pay
a visit to see me and see where I was living. She wanted to meet this
Jennifer who had taken me in.
What could I say, despite the fact that I was now living as Beth, all I
could sputter out of my mouth was "yes ma'am. But can you please wait a
few weeks?".
Earlier, when Kyle had brought down my laptop and a few other things, I
noticed that the two Precious Moment angel figurines my mother had given
me were still intact. But my most prized possession, a picture of my
grandparents on their wedding day, had been torn into pieces. My
grandmother looked so ravishing that day in that amazing dress, and now
that picture was ruined forever.
Of course there was little time to lament with a crowd of pissed off men
staring at me in the face, daring me to try and get past them to go up
and see my room. I was truly frightened when the name calling began and
they slowly moved towards me, like a line of angry storm troopers or
something!
I was thankful that the dean allowed me to move away from the dorm and
into a university alumnus and employee's home, because frankly he didn't
know what to do with me. The guys wouldn't allow me to set foot anywhere
near their dorm, and I wouldn't be permitted into a women's dorm unless I
could be verified as a woman by a doctor.
Oh Gosh! That reminds me that my mom said that a doctor wanted to see me
about my gender change, to make sure that I was really a woman! My heart
began to race as I thought about how I was going to deal with that man
and his probing fingers.
With all of this awfulness going on, it was a Great Relief to be able to
move in with Ms. Jennifer and settle in to her place! That room that she
let me clear out a couple of weeks ago was now being set up with all of
my things. Jennifer had even spoken to my mom to reassure her that I was
doing ok and wasn't being harassed by those guys at the dorm, which was
really only a mile or so away from Jen's Cape Cod.
I kept trying to push off the time when my mom was coming in for a visit,
but she was pressing me hard to agree on a date. She kept asking me
questions about my name change and if I was serious about it.
From my point of view, I just wanted to try and settle in to my new life
as Beth and adjust to being Beth full time. I needed some space away from
that disaster at the dorm. Now, with some adjustments, I was able to both
go to school, and work and be at home with Ms. Jennifer and live as a
woman full time.
By now I had been in my new routine for about four weeks, going to The
Women's Place during the day and attending classes in the afternoons or
evenings. The Dean, besides allowing me to live off campus, had also
allowed me to switch two of my classes to sections that met in the
evening instead of the afternoon. That was a relief to me because it
spared me from having to face some of those same students who had set up
my "eviction" from the dorm.
When it comes to being a woman, all kinds of little things were different
from my days as John. It felt different to not have my wallet in my back
pocket, and to carry around a purse instead. I always had to remind
myself Not to use my nails to open cans of Diet Coke, and instead use a
letter opener or something. If I wore large earrings, I had to take one
off to use the phone. Stuff like that. It was also different to find
myself looking in the mirror every time I went to the bathroom, and
touching up my makeup as need be. Another thing that Ms. Jennifer kept
reminding me to do was not lift anything heavy like I used to. I used to
go ahead and pick up boxes of copy paper and carry them to the copier.
That didn't seem like a big deal. But now Jennifer has been telling me to
stop doing this and be more "lady like".
The other day, when no one was around, I tried to go ahead and carry one
of those big boxes over anyway because I was in a hurry. But it was
strange, that box seemed heavier than usual, like my muscles were a
little weaker than they used to be. Thinking about it later that evening
in class, it also dawned on me I've also been moodier than normal, and
it's been even easier for me to start crying out of nowhere. Another
thing that I noticed just this morning was that my chest has been
itching, like its sore or something, just around where by bra fits
against my skin. It also occurred to me that, while I used to get a
little aroused when putting on panty hose, that nowadays sliding hose on
my bare legs and attaching the garters doesn't get me excited at all.
Come to think of it, I haven't had an erection in a while, not that I
used to get that many of those anyway.
I really wasn't sure what to make of these little developments. Perhaps
my body is starting to adjust to me being a woman in some way. The only
thing different about my diet was the shampoo and conditioner that I was
now using, and that I've been taking those vitamins that Jennifer does
for several weeks now. Maybe something is in those vitamins? I made a
note to ask her about this next time I saw her.
But the next time I saw her at breakfast this morning, I forgot to ask
when she brought up the issue of me paying her rent for staying at her
place. This was kind of a shocker, especially when she already knows I
make little money and am already paying her off by cleaning her house
each weekend.
"Beth, I've been thinking about charging you some kind of rent for being
here. My food bills have increased and my utilities as well, especially
the water bill. You take Way too long in the shower, honey! You are going
to have to do more around here to earn your keep." Well I really didn't
know what to say in reply, and just kind of shrugged my shoulders and
muttered something like "uh-hum". I could tell that she was staring at
me, waiting for a proper reply. Just as I began to spit something out
about mowing the lawn, Jennifer piped up.
"You know what you could do? I am frankly tired of some of my evening
activities that I am required to do for The Women's Place. You could
attend some meetings for me and some fundraisers for me as well. Yes,
that's it! You could be promoted to Executive Assistant. Then I could pay
you a bit more and you could start paying me for living here. This would
help everyone. What do you think, Beth?" "Well, that sounds okay but I do
have a couple of evening classes now. Do you think it would work out with
how busy I am?"
"Miss Bethany, I will find a way to make it work for you. I am also going
to mention to the Board of Directors that you would be an ideal candidate
to continue on as our grad assistant for next year as well. We need a
girl like you around here, Beth. We really do."
"Besides Beth, as my Executive Assistant and attending some of these
events, you will get to meet new people and have some interesting
experiences." I didn't know what she meant by "experiences", but I must
admit that I need to get out more.
End of part 13
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