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A Life Long Journey Part 10
I felt like I finally had control of my life. I had a job that at least
paid enough for me to help my dearest friend and roommate pay the rent
and food bills, buy a few things to add to my ever growing wardrobe, and
save a little for the future. I was also attending college classes,
working on my degree in business. Yes, things were going well for me.
That is until one Friday. It was late in the afternoon when I returned
home from work. Usually, Amy gets home before I do, so she has a chance
to change clothes and at least start to think about what to cook for
dinner. This Friday was different. As I walked in, there she sat on the
couch, still in her skirt.
Say it was because we had been such close friends for so long, say it
was because we had lived together for over a year, or call it a woman's
intuition, but whatever the reason, I could sense something was
bothering her.
As I walked over to put my purse on the coffee table, I asked her what
was wrong. She just shook her head, said, "Nothing you need to worry
about right now," and said nothing more about it.
Then I asked her why she hadn't changed clothes. She said that she got
to thinking about us and realized we had not had a girls' night in a
while. So she had made reservations for us at Olive Garden.
Taking me by the arm, even as I grabbed my purse, she led me to her car
and off we went, straight to dinner and the first girls' night in
months. Sitting there, we chatted as we had dinner. It was so much fun.
Still she would not say anything about what had been bothering her.
Back at our apartment, each of us went to her room to start getting
ready for bed as it was getting late. I was in just my bra and panty
when I heard Amy gently knocking on the door.
"Who is it?" I asked with a giggle in my voice.
"Silly, who else would it be," was the reply I heard. "May I come in?"
"Of course you may. I am just undressing so I can put on my nightie."
With that, she walked in wearing her lavender bikini/bra set. As I
watched, she strolled over to the bed and sat down. I was invited to
join her with a pat of her hand on the bed beside her.
As I sat down, she started to talk. Things she had kept hidden inside
started to come out. The more we talked, the more she opened up to me.
Finally she told me what had been bothering her since I got home. She
had been transferred to an office of the company she worked for. Since
it was in another state, she would have to either leave me or leave the
company and look for another job. It took almost the whole night, but I
was able to convince her that to turn down this transfer and the
promotion that went with it would be one of the worse things she could
do. Not only would she grow to regret it, but I was afraid she would
also grow to resent me for it.
Having made the decision to accept the transfer, we had just two weeks
for me to find a new apartment and for her to move to the new location.
It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do, say good bye to my
dearest friend. Still we agreed to keep in touch and remain best
friends. We would be sisters for life. We even promised each other that
when one of us finally gets married, the other would be the maid of
honor.
But for that night, we had each other. Taking off our bras and panties,
we slid into bed together and put our arms around each other. Our legs
soft silky legs sliding up and down each other's as we kissed. The rest
of the night was spent kissing, caressing, and yes even fondling each
other. Since I didn't have a vagina like she did, I wasn't able to have
her finger me. But I did put two fingers into her and brought her to a
climax that shook the bed. Then she fondled my nipples to get them hard
before she put her mouth on them (one at a time of course) and sucked
them like a hungry baby. When morning finally came, we were still in bed
together wrapped in each other's arms and legs.
Two weeks later, she was gone, moved out to her new office and I had
moved to a one bedroom apartment in the same complex. The landlord had
let me have it for the same rent I was paying already. It was a relief
that I would not have to move to a whole new complex and possibly pay
more rent.
At work, as well as at school, I it grew ever increasing easy for me to
be accepted as the woman I knew I was. I had a few men take notice of
me. One asked me to go out on a date with him.
One day, I had decided that since the weather was so nice, I would eat
my lunch sitting in the park under a shade tree. As I sat there eating
my lunch and enjoying the warm gentle breeze and the sounds of the birds
singing, a man approached me. A part of me tried to ignore him but I
found myself attracted to him for some reason. Maybe it was his gentle
smile. Or maybe his soft voice and polite manner attracted me.
He sat down on the bench near me and said, "Excuse me miss. My name is
Tom. This may seem to be rather forward of me but I couldn't help notice
you sitting here. May I ask you, would you ever consider letting me take
your picture?"
I looked up from the book I was reading and asked, "Why me?"
"Well, I am building a photography studio and I would love to have you
model for me. You are so beautiful and the embodiment of womanhood, the
picture of femininity."
I had to laugh to myself and think "if you only knew." Then out loud I
said, "Really think so?"
"Oh my goodness yes! If you would consent, I would love to take your
picture. It would not be anything embarrassing. I just want to showcase
your beauty and femininity. And while I can't pay the going rate for a
model, I can pay you fifty dollars and give you a copy of any picture
you want. And if it makes you feel any better, I will let you have the
final say in which pictures I can and cannot use."
"That's all I would have to do, just let you take a few pictures of me?"
"That's all, nothing more. And we can do it this week right here in the
park. The setting is nearly perfect to capture your beauty. Please say
yes."
What could I do but say yes? We agreed to meet at that same bench at
noon the following. I was to wear my best dress and heels. If I wanted,
he offered to have someone do my makeup for me but he did indicate I had
done a nearly perfect job by myself.
Having agreed to it, we arranged to meet the following Saturday morning
at 10:00. As soon as we had exchanged phone numbers, we both went our
separate ways, he went back to where ever he worked at that time and I
went back to the bank.
That Friday night, right after I had eaten dinner, I redid my nails to
get ready for what was going to happen the next day. When I went to bed,
I had a little trouble sleeping because I kept thinking "did I make a
mistake agreeing to this?" But I finally decided that you have to take a
few chances in life or you would never do anything because of the fear.
At the appointed time, I walked up to the bench were I was to meet Tom.
I was a little surprised to see him sitting there waiting for me. Beside
him there was a black bag I recognized as a camera bag. As soon as he
saw me, he stood up and offered me his hand. Then he said, "You are even
more beautiful than you were the other day. That dress is so perfect on
you. Are you ready?"
Blushing, I quietly said, "Thank you. I guess I am as ready as I will
ever be."
For the next two hours we wondered through the park looking for
interesting poses for me. He took pictures of me leaning against a tree,
sitting on a swing, stooping down to talk to a small child. One picture
was of me sitting on a blanket, relaxing in the sun light, slowly
offering a nut to a cute squirrel that seemed to have very little fear
of me. Then there were some of me walking among the flowers and smelling
the roses in the flower garden after making sure there were no bees.
The one picture I really wanted a copy of was of me holding a flower
close to my face and a beautiful butterfly landed on it just as he
snapped the picture. I thought that one picture truly captured the real
me, especially after he worked on it. The final result showed my face
with a slight blurring around the edges to give a soft romantic look.
The whole time we were looking for places to take pictures, we talked.
It was very flattering that he wanted to know so much about me. I
couldn't help it. I found myself opening up to him in ways I had never
expected I would. I mean, I had just met him a few days ago and hadn't
even really talked to him.
Before we separated, he took me to a small coffee shop and bought me a
cool soft drink. We must have sat at the table for another hour and
talked. I felt so comfortable just sitting and talking to him. The last
thing he said before he left was he told me he had "won" two tickets to
the ballet for next Friday night and wanted to know if I would be
interested in going with him.
"What are you, some sort of psychic? How in the world did you know I
loved the ballet?" I asked him.
A slight smile came across his face as he said, "Oh nothing at all like
that. The first time we met, you were wearing a necklace with a little
silver ballet slipper. And I couldn't help notice you moved with the
grace of one that took ballet. How many years did you take ballet?"
"Oh I never took ballet. My parents would not allow it."
"Oh. But anyway, would you like to go to see the ballet with me Friday
night?"
"That is so sweet of you to ask. I would love to go."
"Great! Give me your address and I will pick you up at 5:00. First will
be dinner and then to the ballet."
I wrote my address down and handed it to him. As I did, our hands
touched. It was like an electrical shock ran through me. Something
happened. Even though I was taking a big chance on him, I found myself
attracted to Tim.
As Friday arrived, I was rather excited by my date. The other ladies at
the bank noticed and commented on how I seemed to be distracted and
happy. It was during lunch, as we sat in the break room, that they
finally got it out of me what was going on. They even went to the branch
manager and convinced him to allow me to leave early so I could get
ready.
Tim arrived at my apartment right at 5:00, just as I was finishing
redoing my makeup. When he saw me in my new dress, he couldn't keep his
eyes off me. My dress was a pale blue evening gown and I had sliver
sandals with a 3 inch heel. When he said how beautiful I was, I just
said, "in this old thing?" I didn't tell him I had bought it just for
the evening with him. He didn't need to know that.
He led me to his car where he opened the door for me and stood there as
I slid in. He was such a gentleman and so incredibly handsome in his
suit. And the way he treated me! I felt like a princess!
For dinner, he had made reservations for us at a little Italian place.
It was SO romantic. There was soft violin music in the background. The
interior was dimly lit and had candles flickering on each table that was
covered by red checkered table clothes.
We had just been seated and were starting to look over the menu when a
lady with a basket in her hand approached. In it she had long stem red
roses for sale. Without even asking me if I wanted one, he reached into
his pocket, took out some money and bought one for me.
As he handed it to me, he said, "This flower is red because it is
embarrassed."
"Embarrassed by what?"
"By the fact that you are so much more beautiful than it is."
Dinner was so good. The food was good and almost too much for me. The
company was pleasant. We talked about all sorts of things and I quickly
found out he was really a romantic at heart. I hadn't asked him early
on, but I found out we were actually on what he considered to be a near
perfect date.
With dinner over, it was time for us to go to the ballet. We parked a
couple of blocks from the preforming arts center and had to walk. It
took me a couple of minutes to realize he had taken my hand as we walked
along. The mere touch of his hand made me feel like there may be a
future for us.
As we waked in to the lobby, I excused myself to go to the ladies
restroom to freshen up. Apparently while I was gone, he saw some people
he knew. When I returned to him, he was talking with two other couples.
I recognized one of the men as a well-known business owner in the city.
When I had first met Tom, I had thought he was just a simple ordinary
person like me. I found out he was well known among the more well to do
families. I would ask him all about that later. For now, I was
concentrating on just enjoying the ballet.
The ballet was beautiful. As I sat there watching, I found myself
wishing I had been allowed to take lessons as a young girl. The dancing
was so graceful and the costumes were the most beautiful I had ever
seen. I could just imagine myself as one of the ballerinas on stage. At
times I could feel my eyes getting misty because of the beauty of it
all.
I don't know if anyone else has ever gotten so into the experience that
they didn't realize or experience the passage of time. That night I did.
Before I knew what had happened, the stage curtain came down and the
house lights came up. Looking around in bewilderment, I asked Tom,
"What's wrong? Why did they stop?"
He just chuckled and said, "It is over. Did you fall asleep during it?"
"Oh heavens no!!! I was just so enjoying it that I lost all track of
time."
"Good. I must say, it was not the best I had seen. There were a few
technical problems but overall, the performance was pretty good."
"Do you attend the ballet often?"
"I have been to a few in my time. It is kind of expected of me since my
parents are patrons of the arts."
"So you are friends with a lot of people that regularly attend things
like this?"
"Well, as a matter of fact I am. I didn't say anything about that when
we first met because I wanted you to know the real me and not who people
think I am."
"And just who are you really?"
Before he would answer that, he said, "How about if we continue this
later. We are about the last ones here and the staff wants to close down
for the night."
I didn't ask any more questions about who he is until we had gotten back
to his car and was leaving the parking lot. Then I had to continue our
talk about him.
Turning to him, I once again asked, "Just who are you really?"
"Let's just say this. You know those houses that look like they were
built for the very rich? Those on the south side of the city?"
"Yes."
"I grew up in one of them. I want people to like me for myself and not
for my family's money."
I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He was so surprised he
almost lost control of his car. But we made it back to my apartment.
As I started to search my purse for my key, Tom put his arms around me,
pulled me tightly against him and kissed me full on the lips. As our
lips were pressed against each other's, I felt something for the first
time since I was 14 and was kissed for the very first time. I felt like
I was starting to float in air. And, once again, time seemed to stand
still for me.
After what seemed like several minutes (really only a few seconds) we
pulled back. That did it; I knew then and there, I wanted to spend more
time with Tom. As I put my key in the lock, I asked him, "Would you like
to come in for a little while?"
"Only if you really want me to."
"Please. Come in."
With that, I opened and led the way in. "This is home such as it is. I
know it isn't much but for now, it is all I can afford."
"I like it," he said looking around. It has a homey feel and shows a
woman's sense of fashion. So like I knew it would, being your place."
"Please make yourself comfortable. Take your jacket and tie off if you
want. May I get you something to drink? I have diet soda, orange juice,
milk, water, and I can make some tea."
"Oh nothing for me thanks."
"Then please excuse me for just a minute," I said as I walked toward my
bedroom.
A couple of minutes later, I walked back into the living room. I had
taken off my heels, gown, and pantyhose. I now wore a simple knee length
lounging gown.
I had just sat down on the couch beside Tom when he put his arms around
me and started to kiss me with such passion! I responded by kissing him
back. Once again, I felt our tongues toying with each other as we
pressed our lips together.
I was so lost in the moment once again. But this time I was aware of his
hand on my leg, slowly sliding up under my gown. Finally he got to my
panties. That was when he discovered the hidden secret I had. He found
that awful thing I was born with. That curse of my life.
Jumping up from the couch, he looked shocked. "What the hell is that?
What are you, some sort of fag?"
"Tom, please try to calm down and let me explain."
"I thought you were a beautiful woman and now I found out you are really
a man! And to think I considered taking you to bed."
He grabbed his tie and jacket, stormed out of my apartment and out of my
life forever. I never saw or heard from him after that.
I ran to my bed, grabbed my favorite teddy bear (Mr. Giggles), curled up
and cried myself to sleep. As I did, I begged anyone that would care to
listen to make me the woman I should have been. That was my prayer. And
it was with that prayer on my lips, I fell asleep.
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