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Kitten, Darla, Part 2
By: Malissa Madison
Aunt Bev's call went unanswered. But a few moments later I heard her cell
phone ringing.
"Hello, Hope?"
Suddenly her phone was in speaker mode so I could hear both sides of the
conversation.
"Bev, what's up?" I heard Mom ask.
"I went by this morning to check on driver. He didn't show up for dinner
at the diner last night. I, I think I embarrassed him."
"What was he doing?"
"Well, it's hard to explain other than to say he looked very pretty."
"Pretty? Beverly you're not making much sense," Mom told her.
"He was prancing around the house with his Walkman on, wearing Hopes
clothes. Grace, he was doing house work, in a short mini, and a pair of
four in heels."
"Four inch heels? Neither I nor Hope own a pair of four inch heels. Well
not at that house anyway."
"Grace I think this is something that's been going on for a while. I'm
worried about him being found out around here."
"Where is he now?"
"Hiding crying in his room. I tried to tell him it was ok, that I
understood."
I heard my sisters voice then, "Aunt Bev, tell him I want to talk to him,
please."
Aunt Bev's phone slid under the door still open, "Darla, stop being
scared. I told you when I left you could have any of my clothes I left
behind. Now you don't have to hide it anymore. Now please talk to Momma,
just tell her what you told me last year. No I didn't say anything to
her."
"Driv, er Darla is it, listen. Momma's going to be home soon. And when I
get there I want to see the real you. Not the you that you put on to show
everyone else. I want to see you dressed up the way you want to be."
"Even it means I'm wearing my sisters clothes? You won't laugh at me?
Think I'm some kind of freak weirdo?"
"You are my child, I will love and accept you no matter what you are
wearing," she told me. "And you can wear anything of your sisters that
she left there."
"You really mean it? What about school they'll know who I am."
"Yes, I mean it. I want you to get the suitcases out of the closet. Pack
yourself as many of your sisters clothes as you can get into them. Take
your time and decide for yourself what you want. I'll be home in a few
days. We're moving up here, and you can start school as a girl if you
want."
"Mom why are you being so open and accepting?" I asked.
"You're new Sister is a lot like you sweetie. I hope you can understand."
"Does she make you happy mom?"
"Yes sweetie, she does. Until I get home you trust Aunt Bev, she won't
let you get hurt. Ok?" after a pause she said, "Beverly, I'm sorry to do
this to you, but I've decided to move here. I sort of adopted a kitten of
my own. I'll be home in a few days to get Darla. You don't mind watching
her a few more days do you?"
"No and I know just the place to help her build confidence in herself. By
the way, she's a much better house keeper than You and Hope combined. I
bet she even likes waitressing."
"Well Darla," began Aunt Bev. Why don't you grab yourself some makeup and
clean your pretty face then make it look like it did when I saw you last
night. Aunt Bev needs to get busy at the diner."
"You really think I'm pretty?" I asked her.
"Yes Darla, I do," she answered. "With both your Momma and sister gone,
I'm a bit short handed at the Diner. So when you get there, if you are
really serious about becoming a girl, I'll tell everyone you are Hopes
cousin Darla."
I smiled nervously, "Thank you," I hugged her. Then with a giggle I
opened Hope's, now mine, jewelry box taking out the little name tag that
read 'Darla'.
She smiled at me. "I think I'll just wait a few minutes, and walk with my
prettiest new niece to work."
She watched as I quickly cleaned off my face then almost as quickly I
redid my makeup.
We were about to leave when she pointed to my shoes, "I hate to burst
your bubble but there's no way you'll be able to stay on your feet all
day in those."
I giggled holding up a pair of pink trimmed, white sneakers. "I learned
from Hope."
As we came in the back door Charlotte, the main cook now that Mom had
left, "Hope honey I'm so glad you're back."
Laughing aunt Beverly said, "Char, this is Hopes cousin Darla. I thought
she might try her hand at waitressing."
"Well seeing as how Hopes uniform fits you, you might as well wear the
apron." She handed it to me. "Now go change shoes and open the front
doors."
"Don't worry Bev, he'll be fine," I heard Charlotte as I walked out to
the main part of the diner.
"What are you talking about?"
"This isn't the first time he's been in here wearing that outfit. Only
now I guess we better say she," I heard a soft laugh, "Don't look so
shocked Bev, not even her mother knew the difference."
"What? You mean she waited on customers and everything?"
With a chuckle Charlotte said, "Even got bigger tips than her sister.
Trust me she's a natural."
I had to pretend not to know everyone's names at first. No one noticed
that I already had the menu memorized, or knew the lingo.
I was feeling really confident, like I'd found my place in life, I
couldn't think of any place I'd rather be.
When we switched over to the lunchtime menu though Charlotte said,
"Darla, as soon as Virginia gets here let her take over for a bit. You
need a break girl."
It gave me thrill being called a girl. Trudi showed up first to take over
the counter, her daughter Virginia was close behind her. I quickly filled
Virginia in on the current orders as we stood just inside the double
swinging doors to the kitchen.
"How are your feet Darla?" asked aunt Bev. "I bet they're getting sore."
"Bev, Darla's an old hand here, well maybe not as Darla, but she's used
to slinging grub. Aren't you Darla?" Virginia commented.
"Darla, I'm so happy to see you here. and even more happy that you aren't
having to pretend to be your sister just to get some girl time," Trudi
said. Looking at Bev she said, "What? You mean you really didn't know all
those times she was in here filling in for Hope?"
"Well no, but if I couldn't tell the difference how is it that you three
can?" Aunt Bev asked.
Just then the afternoon cook Judy, came in. she took one look around at
everyone then looked at me touched my name tag, then smiled. "Hello
Honey, I'm so happy to finally meet you."
"Bev can you watch the counter a few more minutes? I need to run Darla
here across the road to my place for a minute," Trudi said. Winking at me
she said, "I have something I've been saving, hoping to find someone else
to pass them on to."
Giggling Virginia said, "I but they help her get bigger tips."
It was the slow part where the morning and lunch crowd began to switch
out. As we started for the door I heard Charlotte tell aunt Bev, "Don't
be so hard on yourself. Her mother doesn't even know. But the reason the
rest of us spotted her is because we were in her place a when we first
came here. why do you think none of us are married, and we don't date
anyone local."
Trudy wasted no time at her little place, she had me pull off my uniform
top, then pulled out all the stuffing from my bra. With a huge smile she
took down two smallish boxes from the top of her bedroom closet. Then
from her vanity she produced a small bottle of a roll on glue.
"Darla this is a body adhesive. It's surgical strength so you can even go
without a bra once it makes a bond," she pulled the front of the cups out
and carefully lined up the prosthetic breast forms to my own nipples.
Then carefully adjusted the forms inside my bra. "My god I bet your
mother flips when she sees you. Or are you going to go back to hiding
when she comes home?"
Lowering my head I said, "She knows, Aunt Bev told her this morning. And
she's going to come and get me," I was feeling insecure, the thought of
the people already around me who'd known for so long but never said
anything, just given me their silent support and acceptance waiting for
the perfect time.
"Aunt Trudi, how many people like us are there in town?"
"Well you already know the three most important. But there's Nichole, and
Francine, over at the Motel. And Patience, working the night shift
tonight. Connie the night cook and Ginger, Sally, and Priscilla. I really
can't believe you and your mother never knew about all of us," she
giggled sweetly, "Your sister knew, and so do the other waitresses."
"Is that why you were all so eager to help that other girl when they
stopped and the cops were looking for her?" we were walking back to the
diner and I realized my breasts were bouncing and swaying to my steps,
just like I'd envied Hope's for doing. As we stepped around to the little
picnic table out back aunt Bev jumped up, her hand covering her mouth.
"Are those really C cups? My heavens," she giggled. I could see a tear
forming at the corner of her eye.
Suddenly we were surrounded by the other seven Trans girls who'd been
living secretly in plain sight, in our small town.
After a while the others left Aunt Bev and I to talk.
"Aunt Bev? Why didn't you ever get married?" I asked the question that
had puzzled me for years.
"It's hard to talk about, but I was once. I moved here right after
everything happened. Your Mom and grandparents, well they knew the whole
story but they helped me anyway" she was quiet for a minute.
"I, I killed my husband, he was a Chicago police officer. I was pregnant
and came home to find him in bed with the neighbors fifteen year old
daughter."
"So you killed him for it?" I asked.
"No, he beat me. Broke two ribs. Gave me two black eyes. It wasn't the
first time he'd beaten me. But it was the last," she looked me in the
eyes her own streaming silent tears. "When he kicked me in the stomach,
he killed our child. He left me laying there bleeding in pain. I don't
know how or why, it's like I can't remember anything until my hands
around the grips of his off duty gun. And the loud bang. Then the
Ambulance."
"That's why I've clung so close to you and your sister. You see he did
more than just kill our baby, I can never have one of my own after what
he did," She looked up at me, "Now you know I'm a murderer, one who
didn't get convicted due to circumstances."
"Aunt Bev, if I leave with Mom you won't have anyone to look after
anymore," I held her hand, "I don't want to leave here. I don't want to
have to get used to a new place or new people. I miss my Mom and Sister.
But Mom has her own Kitten, I think she's happy for the first time since
grandpa and grandma died."
"What are you saying Dri, Darla?"
"I want to stay here with you. Everyone already accepts me as your
niece," I pointed out.
"What about your mother? Your Sister?"
Squeezing her hands tight in my own I said, "They already have their new
lives. I want my own. But I want it with you Aunt Bev."
"Now that sounds like a plea for help," we looked around to see officer
Daniels. He looked at me curiously then smiled gently. "Sorry I thought
you were your Sister. But she was never quite this pretty."
I blushed.
"What brings you by here?" asked Aunt Bev.
"I wanted to see if anyone had heard from Miss Tyler, or Hope. But now I
see we have another pretty girl in the neighborhood to watch over."
It suddenly occurred to us both that he was intimately involved with
Francine who worked over at the motel.
"Darla, when is you're Mother supposed to be home?" he asked.
"Her flight arrives over at Detroit international at nine tonight," Aunt
Bev told him.
"Francine and I, will look forward to being there with you to meet her
flight then," he kissed my cheek, "You really have blossomed these last
few days Darla. If you ever need anything, Francine wants you to know you
can call her," It never occurred to me to ask how he knew my name.
I was really nervous as I started getting ready to go with Aunt Bev to
meet my Mothers plane.
I picked out a set of matching lace trimmed, Lavender, satin panties and
bra. In the shower I realized that Aunt Trudi hadn't been kidding about
the body glue. My fake breasts were still secure even through the hot
shower.
I sat in Aunt Bev's kitchen doing my makeup, "You've done that a lot
haven't you?"
"Two, sometimes three times a week," I admitted. Then giggled remembering
the time we'd almost been caught as Hope and I traded places outside the
back door of the diner so she could go have fun with Stacy Harmon.
Only to have her run back inside and grab a bunch of left overs and take
off after the young girl who'd crawled out of the dumpster.
Smiling I pulled on the pleated plaid mini, realizing that it barely
covered my panties in the back. I giggled to myself, "Well Hope regularly
wears much more daring outfits."
Bev came over and gave it a little tug, then twisted it a bit on my hips.
"The zipper goes in back, not the side," She whispered. I realized now
that I wasn't in danger of showing off my panties unless I bent way over.
But the tease would be enough to give any guy an instant hardon. I
blushed at the thought, and she noticed.
"What brought on that blush?" she asked.
"Ummm, nothing Aunt Bev," I tried to lie.
"Darla, if you really want to stay with me, you need to trust me. I won't
judge you I promise. But I do need to know everything so I can help keep
you safe."
Blushing even more I stammered, "I umm, I was just thinking, ummm, how
umm good I looked in this skirt."
I felt my girly cock tingling, twitching in my panties.
"You were thinking about how sexy you look and wondering about what boys
would be looking at weren't you?"
"Sorta, I was thinking that if I bent over a bit they'd all get a
Hardon," I blushed even redder.
She hugged me tight, "Darla honey, you're what your mom and I used to
call a wet dream come true. Which means you'll have boys and girls both
chasing after you," she patted my butt, "No hurry and decide what shoes
your wearing. We don't want to be late."
"I wonder why she's coming so early, I was sure she'd wait until school
started."
"I'm sure she's anxious to meet her youngest Daughter," aunt Bev assured
me.
Two hours later, standing there with my new found friends and family
around me I saw my mother starting up through the security zone. They
checked her carryon and her purse then as she stood waiting I realized
she wasn't alone. The young girl who had been following her was suddenly
looking embarrassed as they took a leash and collar out of her purse.
Once they had cleared the metal detectors the girl began fussing right in
front of us. My mother snapped her fingers, "Danielle! Calm Down, and
stand still."
Mother quickly put the collar on securing it in place then clipped the
leash to it. then she turned scanning the crowd, her jaw dropping open as
she saw me standing there in my four inch T-strap heels short pleated
mini and low cut sheer blouse, with my hair tied up high in the back in a
ponytail.
"Mother, do I really look that different?" I asked.
"There's no denying it. you're certainly just as Girly as Danielle here."
"She looks like Hope's twin sister," said Danielle. "Is she really like
me?"
The two of us stood there staring at each other, this was the girl, no
the trans-girl that had stolen my mother's heart. I could see it
everything my mother did, she loved this girl in a far deeper way than
she'd ever loved me.
"Maybe, just maybe," I thought to myself. "If I'd had the courage to tell
her last year, or any of the other times that she'd mistaken me for my
sister. Maybe this would be different."
I hugged her and she took hold of my arms holding me back looking at my
chest. "Where did these come from," her hand caressed my realistic
breast.
"Mother, can we please just go home so we can talk openly," I asked her?
Danielle and I rode in the back of Aunt Bev's little Prius, "Are you
happy with my mother?"
"Yes, she saved me from some really bad people."
"Do you make her happy? I mean, do you satisfy her needs?"
"What do you mean?"
Even in the soft glow of the dash lights filtering into the back seat,
she could see the seriousness in my own eyes. "Do you make my mother cum
like a school girl? Do you satisfy each other's sexual needs?"
Aunt Bev almost ran off the road when Mother twisted around suddenly,
"Driver, that's enough. Stop!"
"My name is Darla, Mother. Get used to it. Darla Ann Gladwell, or
whatever my real fathers last name was. He didn't care about me enough to
stick around though, he was just a sperm donor, wasn't he?" Crossing my
arms in front of my chest I shrank back into the corner behind Aunt Bev.
My mother sat crying hard in her seat, I could hear her sobs of grief.
The girl Danielle glared daggers at me as she inched forward to hold my
mother's hand. We were almost home. The minute the car stopped she was
out the door running for the house wailing.
Aunt Bev sat waiting for us to get out, "Darla, you seriously need to
talk to your mother," Danielle had gotten out calmly and stood waiting.
"I don't care Aunt Bev. I've always just been another burden to her," I
began but didn't get to finish before someone grabbed my ponytail pulling
me from the back seat.
I found myself slammed up against Aunt Bev's car, "Now you listen to me
you spoiled little bitch," her voice dripped venom with every syllable.
"You've had it far easier than you can even imagine here. you've never
had suck off a shit and piss smelling cock for a crust of bread. Never
had to let five stinking old men fuck you in the ass so you'd have a warm
place to sleep when it was ten below outside. You've never gone more than
a few hours without having something to eat. And you start this, 'Do you
really love my mother, shit."
let me tell you something, I'll do anything she asks me to do. She
sacrificed most of her life for you and your sisters happiness, and now
you try to guilt her out of her own. Your Sister accepts our
relationship," Danielle paused, "I don't know who my father is, I don't
even know who my mother was. But I know who loves me, and I won't stand
by and watch you hurt her, I don't care if she did give birth to you, is
that understood?"
Gulping I nodded my head, "Are you ready to go apologize to her?"
"Y, yes," I started toward the front door. But Danielle stopped me before
I stepped through.
"God you're a mess, here wipe your eyes," she started fussing over my
skirt and blouse. "Sorry if I hurt you, I just get a bit crazy when I see
the one person in the world who genuinely cares about me being hurt."
When I was done and had my face as best as I could she took my hand in
hers.
"Miss Grace, Darla and I have had a little discussion. And I think she
needs to talk with you. I'll be in the kitchen making Coffee," she
curtseyed and left the living room.
Standing there looking at her hurt, broken hearted tear stained face I
began to cry. I slowly dropped to my knees in front of her.
"Mother, I'm sorry. I, really shouldn't have said those things to you. I
was scared, and jealous," I didn't know what else to say, I was trying to
find the words to tell her that I wanted to stay here with Aunt Bev.
"Jealous, of what?" she asked.
"Danielle, she's prettier than I am. And I thought now that hope was gone
it could be just you and me. But then well, seeing her in the Air Port I
got jealous because you took time to show her affection when I was
standing there waiting for you. And then everything just sort of
overflowed."
We talked for a while then Aunt Bev and Danielle joined us. "Darla," Aunt
Bev asked. "Did you get a chance to ask your Mother what you talked with
me about?"
My mother seemed to read our minds, "You want to stay here with Aunt
Bev?" I nodded. "This isn't because your jealous of Danielle?"
"No mother, I decided this before I knew about Danielle," I looked to
Aunt Bev for support.
"Grace Honey you know how long I've wanted a daughter of my own," she
started. She took hold of my hand.
"Momma, you brought me this far. You gave Hope and I everything you had.
Now let us give you something back," I placed her hand in Danielle's.
"Are you sure about this? This is a huge step. How are you going to get
along living here as Darla after everyone's known you as, as Driver?"
Mother it's getting late, and I have to work in the morning. But I think
you'll understand if you come to the diner for breakfast," I kissed her
cheek then kissed Danielle's before telling Aunt Bev goodnight. I went to
my room and got ready for bed putting on a pretty black lace Teddy then
removing my makeup before sliding under the covers.
They were still asleep when I got dressed and left for work, I left a
note asking them to please turn off the coffee pot before they left the
house to come to breakfast.
I had my hair tied back with a big blue satin bow, my short skirt flaring
around my hips and my newly acquired knockers, bouncing inside my halter
top, when they arrived. I sat the four plates down at the correct table,
serving the young men as they stopped on their way to work in the city.
One ran his hand up the back of my thigh, and I smacked it playfully.
"I'm only thirteen you know," I reminded him.
"Sorry," he said. "You look so much like your cousin Hope. Is she ever
coming back?"
"I doubt it, would you come back here if you didn't have too?"
"I would to see you," he told me, as his hand slipped a ten dollar bill
into my apron pocket.
I seated them, and took their orders, "I can see you are really enjoying
this a lot, I don't think I've ever seen you smile this much."
When the crowd finally cleared out she asked, "So why all this sudden
confidence that you can be a girl here and not get hurt?"
Danielle covered her mouth in a giggle and pointed to everyone at the
counter, "They are all Trans Girls," she whispered. "And you never knew
it, did you?"
By the end of the day everything had been worked out. Mother had pulled
out her custody agreement, I never knew she had one, giving Aunt Bev
legal guardian ship of me
"Don't worry Grace, she'll be fine. We'll both come for Thanksgiving.
Then you can come for Christmas."
Danielle and I sat in the back seat exchanging Email and Facebook info.
Then fashion tips and what worked best in what light. She told me about
Gaff's and where on line to find them. Then at the airport as we sat
waiting for their flight she found a place in the phone book listings
that she said we should check out.
When they called the flight finally mother stood and took off Danielle's
collar. She really looked naked without it. so I had a new Sister to
share things with, sort of. I wondered what Hope was feeling.
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