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A Man's Place is as a Woman!
Part 16
That next morning went pretty much as normal, with the exception of the
Huge Cold Shoulder I was throwing at Jennifer. Thankfully she had
meetings for part of the day and I didn't see her very often. Usually I
did my school work in between phone calls in order to keep up with my
classes, but today my focus was way off. I couldn't bring myself to
study. The one positive thing to come of the day was an email I'd
received from someone at the school paper, a guy named Gregory. Greg
told me that he was upset that the university was putting pressure on
the paper Not to do any kind of story about me and what happened at my
dorm. So he sent the unpublished story to the campus chapter of PFLAG
(parents and families of lesbians and gays). Greg said something about
me needing support and hoping that the gay community would be there for
me if I wanted it.
While I was pretty sure that in fact I was gay, it never occurred to me
to speak to others about my sexual orientation. Maybe I should look into
this? I could not wait to get this day over, I was REALLY Looking
forward to getting back to the house and confronting Jennifer about
these hormones. I Needed to know why she was doing this to me!
But then everything changed. As we got back to the house, I could see my
mom's car in the driveway. OH MY GOD my mom is here!!!! "Stay calm,
Beth", Jennifer stated in a firm voice. "I am here for you. But you Are
going to have to get out of the car and greet your mom."
She wasn't supposed to see me again until Spring Break, when I could
decide if she would see me dressed up or not! But there she is, meeting
Ms. Jennifer while I'm shaking in my shoes hoping to avoid the
inevitable. "John, is that you in there? Come on out and say hi, I
haven't seen you since the start of school, honey."
Slowly and reluctantly I got out of the car, smoothed out my skirt and
walked toward my mother Mary. I may have never been so nervous in my
life. Right then I could envision that Xanax I had in my purse, but I
couldn't get to it.
My mother had an awe struck, nearly horrified look on her face, and I
started to feel like some sort of monster. "Oh My Word, John, you look
so, um, feminine! I knew you were being called Beth at work, but I
didn't know you were dressing like a woman. I'm at a loss for words,
John. Er, Beth. Why didn't you tell me more about this, honey?" Just
then Jennifer piped up. "Well let's all go inside. It sounds like you to
have some catching up to do."
Trying to keep it all together, I helped bring my stuff into the house.
Once inside she gave me a big and unexpected hug, which made me feel a
little better. "Wow I love that perfume on you, um, Beth. What is that?"
"It's Katy Perry's new scent Purr mom, Ms. Jennifer bought it for me."
Of course Jenn and my mom hit it off splendidly well. I felt like an
embarrassed child, hating the attention. It was especially unnerving to
have Jenn make me do a sort of catwalk for my mother in a couple of
different outfits Jen liked to see me in.
"Well John, I must say that you look like a striking young woman. And
Jennifer here says that you are accepted as a woman at work and are
doing a great job there. And Jenn is telling me you are enjoying your
time as Beth. Is this all true? I just shrugged my shoulders, but I did
allow a half smile, showing my true feelings on the matter. "Ooh you Do
Like it, don't you dear?
"Well I just, still I just don't know what to say. Though now I
understand why you've been evading my questions and stalling my visits!
Hon, we have been so close! Why hide something as serious as this from
me?" After a long pause, I managed to spit out the truth.
"I, I am scared, mom. You raised me and I've always been there for you
until I left for school. I just couldn't bear the thought of you seeing
me like this and maybe rejecting me. I just couldn't take your ridicule
and your judgment. I know how some Christians can be and remember
hearing all of those narrow minded sermons from the choir we both sang
in. I just, um, can't take you being disgusted by me and leaving me.
After dad did that so many years ago, it's frightening to think that
might happen again with you!"
As this last part echoed through ears, about my daddy leaving me and
maybe my mom now hating me to, I just couldn't take it. I began to shake
and whimper, and ran out of the room and back to my room. Once there I
just fell apart, crumpling on the bed and weeping uncontrollably. (I was
again acting like such a child, and I knew it. But long buried emotions
were coming up that I just hadn't ever dealt with as a boy. And now I
was being flooded with wild mood swings that were overwhelming.)
After I quieted down, about 45 minutes later, I could hear that my mom
and Ms. Jennifer were talking, though I wasn't sure what they were
saying down there. Later on I decided to come back down when Jennifer
yelled up, "dinner's ready". I was hungry And I was surprised that
Jennifer made it, because that was usually my job.
After saying grace and finished our salads and small talk, my mom began
talking to me for real. "Do you want to actually be Beth, honey? Because
whether you are John or Beth, I will still love you, and you will still
be my child. Bethany is a really beautiful name, dear." At first I
ingnored what she said to me and nibbled on some asparagus. I kept
looking up at her, to see if she was serious. To her credit she kept
looking back at me with love in her eyes. I leaned toward her, reached
out and held her hand. She was always so strong and we had always
squeezed hands at the dinner table whenever I was afraid or in trouble.
Now was one of those times, and she was still there for me. "Um, yes mom
I do like being Beth. And I, um, I'm grateful for the job and the help
that Ms. Jennifer has provided me with." While I kind of sneered at Jenn
while I said it, I was thankful for her. After cleaning up dinner and
preparing that 3rd bedroom for my mom to sleep in, we had an adult
version of a sleepover. Popcorn, pajamas, wine and chocolate and Dirty
Dancing on the widescreen, of course!! Having "girl time" with my mom
was wonderful! It really wasn't any different that how it used to be
when I still lived at home, just now we were wearing the same kind of
clothes ;-)
Part 16
After putting off seeing my mom for so long, it was truly wonderful to
have her around! I even got to bring her to The Women's Place so she
could see where I work and find out what I do. "Beth honey, I never
thought I'd say this but you really do make a wonderful secretary! You
are ideal for the job and I can tell that you love it. I am So Proud of
you, Bethany." At this point I needed someone to pinch me, because this
was all to good to be true. Amazing.
I got back to the house late that night because I had class. As I opened
the door I could hear Jenn and my mom had been talking again, giggling
as well. They both had a certain look in their eyes that told me they
were up to no good. "Jennifer here tells me that there's a really nice
dance club just a few miles from here. I haven't been dancing in forever
and I've never seen my little girl dance in heels before. Put on a nice
dress Beth and freshen up that makeup, we are going out!" I could tell
they were a little tipsy, and the look Jennifer had told me that I'd
better hop to it. But for me, this sounded like a terrible idea! I don't
go to clubs to dance as a man, why go as a woman?
Secretly though, I saw this as a challenge because I've never dressed up
to go out since becoming Beth. And I wanted to try out that new skimpy
dress and those spike heels that usually made me fear toppling over. I
was hoping the push up bra would give me some real cleavage, too. I was
thirsty and wanted to order something to drink, but my mom said, "you
don't know how this works, honey, but it's time to learn." With that her
and Jennifer spotted a table with some handsome men, and my mom implored
me to "look in their direction sweety. Make eye contact and flash some
miles. Do it now girl."
Well, I saw a guy that looked kind of cute and began looking at him.
Sure enough, within minutes a round of white wine was being served to
us, compliments of those men in the corner. "Wow it worked, I yelped."
"Of course it did, look at you Beth. You make a pretty girl and men will
notice. And you need to learn how to use it."
There wasn't much in my stomach and the alcohol was affecting me pretty
quickly. I didn't notice that the guys had moved over to meet us until a
man squeezed my shoulder and asked if he could sit down next to me. I
was shocked and before I could answer, there he was. "Hello my name is
Ben, what's yours?"
We got to talking, and he was full of compliments, and starting to get a
little loose with his hands. "I love your eyes, Beth. And that necklace.
Gosh you are so pretty. After that last line he started to brush the
hair away from my eyes a little bit, which was, um, titillating. I
instinctively jerked back away from him so quickly that I almost knocked
our drinks over! I started to glare at my mom and Jennifer for some help
here, but they smiled and turned their backs toward the other guys and
the dance floor.
Ben had backed away a little bit, sensing how nervous I was. "It's been
a long time since I've dated" is what I told him as a kind of excuse for
being a fraidy cat. I started to look around the room and give him some
"not interested" non verbals, and he politely walked away from me. My
mom gave me a "booh", but I was really relieved that he was gone. About
15 minutes later and a trip to the bathroom, I was back at our table.
Surprisingly enough, I found myself looking for him, and being bummed
out that he wasn't in sight.
"Oh my god girl, what are you doing?" is what I thought to myself. Am I
actually interested in this guy? Yeah right! Just then the waitress
brought me another drink, this time a strawberry margarita, and motioned
that it was "compliments of that guy. Honey drink it slow if you know
what's good for you."
That guy of course turned out to be Ben. And I flashed him another
smile, this time a big and genuine smile, signaling him that I was glad
he hadn't left. My mom and Jenn had now gotten closer to the two of us,
and they began getting to know him. I think they were checking him out
to see if he was safe for me to be around. They both liked what they saw
and what they heard. "Beth just loves to dance, Ben. You've got to get
her out there!"
Embarrassed as I was, alcohol helps, and I found myself dancing with
Ben. So Glad it was a slow song because I had little experience with
these heels. Speaking of heels, even with my 3 inchers on, he was much
taller than I was, about 6'4"'. So tall and lean and muscular. With a
tight little butt :-) Ben's brown hair and blue eyes were a a great
combination, and he kept staring at me, wanting me to stare back at him.
He was so close, and smelled so good. As we began to dance, side to side
and back and forth, the distance between us began to disappear. This
made me a little nervous, but he was so strong and sure of himself, and
I found myself wanting to feel that strength.
Wouldn't you know it but the band played two slow songs in a row. It
didn't take long before my head was resting on his chest, and he was
holding me tight. Jesus Christ this felt so good!
Ben started to move his hand from my back down toward my butt. I offered
no resistance, letting out a spur of the moment sigh, which he must've
picked up on because he got even closer. I held him tightly as well, and
moved my arms up and down his back a bit, which was pretty electrifying.
I glanced over at my mom and Jenn, who both gave me a thumbs up and
smiled broadly. I wasn't sure but it seemed like something in his pants
were pressing up and in to my dress. Now I was really feeling a sense of
passionate intensity, a sense of power that me, me, I was turning him
on! This was starting to feel like something from a dream! And that I
was losing all control all too quickly.
As the song ended, I regained some composure and let my fears catch up
to me. I let go of him as the three of us retreated back to our seats.
Wow, my heart was racing and I was a hot and sweaty mess. Ben knew what
condition I was in and never strayed too far from our table, ready to
step back in when I let him know I was ready.
My mom and Jennifer were patting me on the back and asking me all of
these questions about him. My mom said, "Beth honey, you are glowing and
it's all that man's doing. Look at you! Oh my you are hot and bothered
and you can't deny it. You are coming out of your shell, my child. You
really are becoming my daughter, right in front of my eyes."
Just then, my mom started to cry a little bit. "I always knew that you
were my little girl, but of course I would never have pushed that upon
you. I was proud of you for trying hard to be like a man, and it hurt me
to see you play that losing battle. This woman (Ms. Jennifer) has helped
you become who you are, Beth. I am so grateful for her! Now I can see
you the way God intended you to be. I never thought I would see this
day. So lovely, sugar! You are beautiful"
As my mom said these words and began to cry, I couldn't help but join
her in the water works. It felt so amazing to know that my mom knew of
my struggles and my rejection, and was always there to support me and
let me be whomever I needed to be so that I could be myself and find my
place in this world! Even Jennifer started to tear up, murmuring
something about always wanting to have a daughter herself.
Well all of this female bonding and crying sent some pretty confusing
messages over to my Ben. It was getting late and we needed to leave, but
I was able to softly put my arm up on his shoulder. When he turned
around, I smiled and placed a note in his hand with my new cell phone
number and my FB address as well. Then we both got big smiles and I just
Knew that he would call me soon!
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My mom stayed with us for three days before she had to get back to home
and to work. I had never felt closer to her, and again cried when she
left, especially when she gave me a wonderful gold antique necklace that
had been my grandmothers! "I love you Beth. Remember that. My smart and
pretty little girl will always be in my heart and in my prayers."
That high from my mother's visit stayed with me for a few days. And then
the routine with TWP and Jennifer pretty much returned to normal. And
once again I was taking those "vitamins" and had made an appointment to
see Dr. Gensler about transitioning further into women hood. But of
course I Still Had To Ask Jennifer why she had lied to me. On a Thursday
night, a rainy one at that, I finally got the courage to confront her.
"Jennifer, I know you care about me and you have done a lot for me, but
you never did tell me WHY you started giving me hormones? What gave you
the right to do that? Do you know that I stopped having erections a
month ago and that I can't cum? Do you know that I am starting to grow
breasts?
WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME, JENNIFER?"
After I said this, I was proud of myself for saying it, but once again I
could see how angry she was getting. "Oh I don't have the right, Beth?
The right? Well let me tell you something. EVERYTHING that has happened
has been the result of YOUR CHOICES BETH!! Let's think about this for a
moment, shall we? Just WHO decided to enroll in a college with an 85%
female student body? WHO decided to choose a degree program that is 90
percent women? And who decided to apply for a job at "The WOMEN's Place?
You chose to do all these things before I even knew you!
And when things weren't working out because of your deep voice and
masculine name, WHO chose to change your voice And your name? You did.
You were called John, remember?" While she said all of this, I was just
looking at her, slightly stunned.
Then she went on. "Now I did force you to began to wear women's clothes
to keep your job. But again you could have walked away at that point.
Maybe you think I was blackmailing you, but I spoke to your mom, a
lovely woman by the way, and she said that if you had quit The Women's
Place, that she would have found a way to keep you at this school. So I
wasn't really FORCING you to do anything you didn't want to!
Shit, you know how good you had it, being a man in this world? Men RUN
ALMOST EVERYTHING in this country. They have almost ALL of the power.
Everything is easier for them and more available to them as well. You
are a wimp there's no doubt, but you could have made your way as a MAN
in this town and had so much more power and money that I will ever have.
I would have liked to have been offered that choice at some point in my
life! I think I would have taken it, too.
BUT NO, YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO BECOME A WOMAN. You are giving up your
birthright for less rights and more discrimination. Just wait until you
are in Women's Studies this summer. You will learn all about how
oppressed women are, and how we are forced to use our beauty and be
conniving to get ahead! Now you are learning all about that, aren't you?
And you got another lesson in that last night with that "Ben" character
you danced with. Yes just like a woman, you used what you had to attract
him so that someday you can get what you want from him. SO WHAT IF I
GAVE YOU SOME HORMONES!?!?! SO WHAT IF YOU'VE BEEN USING CONDITIONER
WITH ESTROGEN IN IT AS WELL!!?! WOULD YOU EVER have taken that step on
your own? I doubt you'd have the courage to do that, but you needed to
do something and quick! If you wouldn't have been on hormones, then that
doctor would have shipped you right back to man-ville, and this little
life you have created would have tumbled to pieces! PIECES! Aren't I
right about that, Beth? Admit it honey, you are getting exactly what you
wanted, you were just afraid to admit it! "
She stared down at me with this icy glare. She saw right through me so
freaking well. Wow. Jennifer was right. So right about everything. And
again I was being humbled and set straight by a powerful woman who
seemed to hold all of the cards. She knew more about me than I ever did!
End of 17
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