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Wyoming
By; Malissa Madison
I'd been crying a lot in the first few days of what I now realized were
the beginning of my new life. had I known then what I know now I probably
would have been celebrating instead.
My name is Missy Wyoming, and I just turned twenty one, a happy day that
I spent in bed with my loving husband.
But it wasn't always like that, for me the real beginning started about a
week before I met Tim.
It was the middle of summer, and I'd been working the hayfields in
Missouri. Nothing huge but the pay was good, a nickel a bale on average.
Almost two hundred a field by the time I got it all stacked in the
farmers barns.
I came home that fateful night to see my Step Mom throwing her stuff in
the back of the pickup. The black eye a testament to my fathers anger.
"I can't take it missy," she told me, even though I was still dressed in
my boy mode. "I have to get out before he kills me. If you're smart
you'll leave too, he knows about you. That's what set him off this time
around."
"Momma, please. I need you I need your advice," I pleaded. "Take me with
you."
"Baby he said I tried to take you with me he'd kill me when he caught up
to us. I have to think of your baby brother in this." She kissed me as
she got in the truck, then left as fast as she could go.
I'd thrown myself across my bed crying, I was alone again. The only one
who accepted me for who I was had been driven away.
Unsure how long I lay there crying, I never heard him come home. Not
until his hand locked into my long brown hair to pull me to my feet.
"I should have known I'd find you crying like a little Sissy Bitch," he
spat the slurred words in my face. "Well if you're going to cry like a
Sissy then you can just take that bitches place." He let go of my hair
and I fell back onto the bed in shock.
Next he began emptying my drawers of everything that could be seen as a
boys clothing. "You want to dress up like a Sissy Girl then I'll let you.
Get that shit off and get dressed and make my fucking dinner Bitch." He
stormed out of the room.
Terrified and too late to make a run for it I complied. I put on my
prettiest skirt, a three tiered ruffled number, my black tights, two and
a half inch sling back wedges, a frilly low cut blouse trimmed in lace at
the bodice. My bra and panties were black lace trimmed satin, and I
smiled thinking at least I had some cleavage thanks to Momma's help. I
did my makeup quickly thinking I'd better hurry so he didn't get even
madder.
"Well hot damn bitch, don't you look just plain fuckable. But there'll be
plenty of time for that after you fix my dinner, and then give me a good
blow job to get me in the mood to pop that cherry."
Dinner was a hurried affair, over which he asked, "Just what the hell do
I call you?" he was on his ninth beer since I'd started fixing dinner.
"M, Missy. Momma always calls me Missy." I'd been nervous about telling
him that.
"Oh well, then I guess your Missy the Sissy." He belched and downed the
rest of the beer leaning back in his chair. "Clear this shit off the
table then get your ass in the other room. I want to know if you're a
good little cock sucker."
He staggered to the front room and his recliner, as I started clearing
off the dinner dishes. I decided to try stalling for time and began
washing them. Soon I heard the sound of his recliner going into the laid
back position.
"Hurry up slut, I'm getting bored waiting on you." The last was said in a
more relaxed tone. I gave it a few more minutes then, tip toed into the
room to find him passed out in the chair.
Having no idea how long I'd have, I grabbed a double arm full of my no
longer hidden clothing out of the closet. Then my shoes and emptied the
bottom drawer of my lingerie.
It was just tossed haphazardly into the back of the car in haste. I had
no idea where he'd put my boy clothes, and didn't bother to search for
them. I grabbed my purse out from under the bed, then stuffed my wallet
into it and my only picture of Momma before I ran back to my car and just
like her I left in a cloud of dust.
No destination in mind, and lots of time to dwell on my situation. At the
first gas station I realized I was dressed as Missy. I didn't have any
clothes for a boy.
Pulling my wallet out of the purse I saw that he'd taken steps, my money
and driver's license were gone. Biting my lip in fear I opened the ladies
wallet that matched my purse, inside was still the copy of Momma's
license that she'd given me since we looked so much alike, and the four
hundred I'd hidden there for my next excursion out as Missy. I always put
some extra back to help Momma pay for the hormones that she was getting
me in secret. Those were there too, about a two month's supply of both
Estrogen and Progesterone. I let out a sigh of relief, then jumped at the
tap on my window.
"Fill it up Ma'am?" the attendant asked.
"Yes please, High octane. Is there a restroom I can use?"
"Around the side, you want I should check your oil?"
"No it's fine, but the windshield could use a wash," I'd told him.
In the ladies room I washed my face and reapplied my makeup. "Are you ok
Ma'am?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"Nothing it's just that you've been crying."
I paid for the gas, and then found a McDonalds with a drive through.
Before hitting the road again. I just turned right onto the highway and
kept going. North and West, no real idea where I wanted to be, just as
long as I didn't have to see the bastard again. I thought of Momma and
how much I missed her, and that started me crying again.
It was getting hard to stay awake, so I pulled off into a roadside rest
stop and slept in the front seat.
Tap, tap, tap, on the window woke me up. "Sorry little lady, I just
wanted to be sure you were ok," said a South Dakota State Trooper. "It
really isn't safe for young girls to be sleeping in their cars around
here."
"Thank you officer," I said. "Next time I'll find a motel before I get so
tired."
As I left the rest area I I realized how lucky I was that he didn't ask
for ID. I wasn't sure how well I could pass for my Momma.
That got me started crying again, and then I had to stop for gas again.
I'm not sure how I ended up where I did. I knew I was out of money, my
car was on fumes, and I was starving. Looking at the gas gauge I started
to cry, as I crossed the Wyoming state line. Sure it was a beautiful
state, but I had no idea where to go. I started crying as I thought of
the possibilities for getting gas and food money. If Momma was here she'd
tell me what to do, how to do it. what if the guy found out I wasn't
fully a girl, would I get raped or killed?"
A quarter mile from a Truck stop my car coughed and spluttered, as I
eased onto the shoulder. "Shit, couldn't you have at least made it to the
truck stop," I asked it in tears.
I grabbed my purse off the floorboard, then opened the door taking my
keys out of the ignition and locking the doors before I started walking.
"At least it isn't raining," I thought as I started to cry again, rocked
by the wind of speeding trucks as they blew past me in failing dusk.
Halfway down the off ramp to the truck stop I was brought out of my self
pity by the scream of a huge truck gearing down to stop. Spinning around
I realized I'd wandered out into the roadway. I stood there crying
staring at the front grill as it bore down on me. Then I felt myself
going limp.
"Any idea who she is Tim?"
"No Frank I never saw her before tonight. But her ID is in her purse,
right?"
"Yeah, it's real enough. But there's no way this girl is thirty four
years old. The last name matches the last name on the registration of
that old Cougar they just pulled in off the highway though." I opened my
eyes to see a State trooper and several truckers standing around me. I
was in a booth in a diner.
"Hey you're awake," said one of the drivers.
"I'll take it from here Tim," said the Trooper. "Miss, What's your Name?"
"Missy," I answered.
"Missy what?"
"I can't remember." I answered honestly.
"See I told she hit her head pretty hard when I almost ran her over."
"Take it easy Tim, you ain't being charged with anything." The officer
said. then asked, "Do you know what happened to you?"
"I, I was running away before I got raped. Then I ran out of gas and
money," I answered.
"Who is Dorothy? And how did you get her license?"
"She's, she was my Step Mom before she abandoned me to that pig who tried
to rape me."
"Why did she do that?" asked the cop.
"He's my father and he beat her every time he got drunk. You won't force
me to go home will you?"
"How old are you?"
"I'm Seventeen," I answered honestly.
"Frank you still there at the stop?" his radio called.
"Yeah Doris, what you got?"
"That car comes back registered to one Madison Walker. Age Seventeen,
Long brown hair, blue eyes, one twenty one. So who's the girl?"
"She says her names Missy," he answered.
"You going to bring her in?"
"Please no, please I just want to get away from him." I pleaded with the
cop.
"No Doris, everything checks out she just got scared and feinted in the
road. I'll make sure she's ok before I leave."
By now the excitement had gone away and all but the waitress, Tim the
driver and the cop were left around the table.
"Frank, I could take her home with me for the night. She's scared, and
hungry. And god knows what kind of sick shit that bastard did to make her
so afraid of him," Tim said.
"Here you go honey, on the house said the waitress." Sitting a long haul
special in front of me.
The two men waited until she left, "Are you Madison Walker?" asked the
cop.
"I don't like that name, I prefer Missy."
"But that's who you really are right?" he insisted. Look if you aren't
then I'll have to take you in until we find out. But if you are, your
seventeen. Legally an adult in the state of Wyoming."
"Yes, that's me," I looked apologetically at Tim the driver who obviously
thought I was a real girl.
"Frank, she's tired. And been through a lot do you have to do this now,"
asked Tim.
"No Tim, but I kind of need a name to go in the report. If I put her real
name in she could be yanked back to Missouri since she's a minor there
still."
"I like Wyoming, I want to stay here, please." I asked.
"Tim, will you take responsibility for her. Keep her safe in case
something comes up that she's wanted on criminal charges?"
"Yes I sure will. It'll be like having my girl home again," he blurted
out.
I could see the thoughts turning in the cops head. "Ok for now you're
Madison, aka 'Missy' Wyoming. " I smiled at that.
"Missy Wyoming, Missy Wyoming, I really love it," I hugged Frank. "Thank
you, you won't be sorry."
"I'll go have them gas up her car and she can follow me home, just in
case she wants to leave on her own after the three days is up." Tim said,
and headed for the door.
"Frank? Why is Tim being so nice to me? He knows I'm not a real girl."
"Neither was Tina, his daughter. But he loved her for who she was, and
he's been alone ever since she left for college and got killed by some
gay bashers." Frank was honest with me. "He hasn't smiled since until now
when you said you'd go home with him. If you like I'll follow you out to
his place in case you have trouble keeping up with his truck."
"Thank you," I started to cry again, this time out of relief.
"Carla, This is Missy Wyoming." Tim said to the waitress. "I expect
you'll let her run a tab on my account when I'm out on the road. Just
like when Tina was here."
Carla looked at me, "He must really like you Honey. Don't break his heart
you hear? He's good people, and well respected around these parts."
"Thank you Carla, I won't hurt him. But I hope he doesn't get too
attached if I move on in few days." I said.
"Girl, it's too late for that. you've got him smiling again. And damned
if you don't look like her too. I guess I should have seen that coming."
Tim walked me to my car and held the door for me as I got in. "I'll drive
slow so you can keep up. It's just a few miles on down the road."
When we turned in at the gate I saw the house briefly in the lights from
the truck. Then Frank turned around in the driveway as I stopped in
front, while Tim backed his truck into a huge barn. By the time I'd
gotten out he was standing there to hold my door.
"You'll have to excuse the mess, it's been ages since it had a woman's
touch. I've been kind of sloppy not caring about nothing since," he let
it trail off and I didn't pry.
The yard needed bush hogging it was so over grown. The inside was a
testament to Bachelors everywhere. Only in Tim's case it was a lack of
desire to care about life, rather than of partying and just being a slob.
"I've got two days before I have to hit the road again, I'll get it
cleaned up I promise," he said.
"It isn't that bad," I lied. "I've seen a lot worse than this."
"Sorry but there's only two rooms. I left her room just the way she left
it two years ago. You might want to change the sheets, they're bound to
be musty."
He stood in the doorway talking with me as I changed the bed linens. Then
grabbed a second set and started for his room.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
I looked at him then said, "I'm going to put clean linens on your bed. I
bet they haven't been changed in a month of Sundays." I waltzed past him
into his room and began stripping the bed. The sheets were stained from
long over use and body sweat. When I looked up he was crying in the
doorway.
"Tim? Did I say something wrong?" I asked in genuine concern.
"She used to say that all the time, I know you're not her, but you sure
act and sound like her."
"I'm sorry Tim, I didn't mean to bring back painful memories." After a
few minutes he realized I was holding him. He buried his face in my hair
letting me hold him until he stopped crying.
"I know you're planning to leave in a few days," he said. but I want you
to know my door is always open. She always said I'd meet someone like her
one day who'd make me happy. And when it came I'd better not screw it up
by trying to keep you here the way I did her mother." He looked up in
into my eyes. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that."
"No Tim you were just being honest."
"I better let you get to bed, you have to be tired," he said. there's
plenty of things in the drawers if you're too tired to get your stuff out
of the car."
I wasn't sure about wearing a dead girls night gown, so I hurried out to
get some things out of the car. He followed and helped me carry
everything inside. then started cleaning up the living room while I got
changed. I realized the only thing I had that was halfway decent to wear
in front of a stranger was the long black nitie that Momma had given me.
The rest were sexy baby dolls, teddies and bustier's with stockings. But
still the gown was fringed with ruffled lace and showed off my pretty B
Cup breasts.
From the door way I said, "Goodnight Tim, thank you for everything."
He came in to tuck me into bed, then as he turned out the light he kissed
my cheek. "Goodnight Wyoming." I wondered why he'd said that but before I
could ask he'd left the room.
I woke up early and half remembered where I was. As I got slowly out of
bed it came back to me, seeing all the pink that filled the room.
I found him asleep in an overstuffed chair in the living room, a huge
pile of garbage bags filled with refuse. He'd been up all night cleaning.
So I let him sleep and went into the kitchen.
It was a total disaster area, but I cleared a spot, cleaned out the
coffee pot and started a fresh pot. Then I began the task of cleaning the
kitchen. I was on the second pot of coffee when I heard, "You didn't need
to clean Missy, I'd have done this room next."
"Have a seat, I'll fix you some breakfast. Besides you did the hardest
part last night." I told him. I set the skillet on the stove and found a
carton of eggs. "How do you like your eggs. I couldn't find any bacon."
"There's some in the freezer on the back porch," he said I'll get it.
Looking at the cans of biscuits I saw the expiration dates. "Do you have
any flour?" I asked.
"It's in the freezer of the fridge, Tina always like to make homemade
biscuits when she was home."
It didn't take long to find all the ingredients. To while the bacon
thawed and fried I whipped up a batch of drop biscuits. Then found a
second smaller frying pan for the eggs. I added a bit of bacon grease
then saw at least the milk wasn't expired. I had the bacon done the
biscuits almost ready and the eggs in the pan while I made up a batch of
gravy. I realized then that I was honestly smiling for the first time in
a week.
"Do you always look this tempting cooking breakfast?" he asked. And I
realized I was still wearing my nitie.
I giggled, "Sorry I got so wrapped up in the kitchen I forgot, I'll go
change."
But he grabbed my arm gently, "No you need to eat while it's still hot."
He kept smiling at me as we ate. And I realized I was smiling at him,
wondering how I got so lucky to find someone like him. And hoping he
didn't turn out to be a creep like my father. The place had been filled
with empty beer cans and booze bottles when I arrived.
After breakfast I cleared the table then he stood and said, "Here let me
do that, you cooked it I'll clean up. And that will give you the shower
first."
I found that he'd recently washed towels, and the shower was hot and
felt so good after days on the road without one. dressed in a simple
denim skirt and halter top I put on a pair flats then did my hair up in a
ponytail before fixing my makeup.
I wasn't prepared for what I found in the kitchen, he'd washed the dishes
and put them away. But the biggest surprise was in the huge garbage can.
It was full of all the beer from the fridge, and the half empty bottles
of whiskey.
"I won't be needing those with you around," he said smiling. "I think I'd
like to forget that stage of my life."
"I'm glad you feel that way," told him honestly. "But I won't mind if you
feel like a drink after driving the roads for a week at a time." I bit my
lip thinking that the house didn't show any signs of violence.
"No I just drank to pity myself, that and because it was so lonely here
with nothing to look forward to when I got here."
I started to say something but he pulled me into his arms, "I know you
aren't Tina. But you're very pretty and I want you to know I won't ever
hurt you. You stay here as long as you like, take your time and you
decide what you want for yourself ok? Promise me you won't let yourself
do anything out of pity or because you think you have too."
I was surprised and let myself be held. "I promise Tim." I blushed
thinking of what he might have meant.
"You really are innocent aren't you?" he smiled.
"If you mean am I a virgin, yes. I've never done anything with a guy
before."
"Then I definitely want you to take all the time you need to decide. And
if you decide to move on then there won't be anyone getting hurt. And if
you decide to become Mrs Wyoming then that'll be worth waiting for." He
turned and began carrying out garbage bags to the dump behind the house,
while I stood there thinking about what he'd said.
Wait I thought, that cop had listed me as Madison, aka, Missy Wyoming in
his report. And Tim had just said Mrs Wyoming. I went out to the car to
get my favorite lipstick, and saw the sign out front of the house.
Wyoming trucking, Tim Wyoming, Owner/ Operator.
Looking up toward the door I saw him standing there, a frightened look on
his face. I slowly walked back toward the house letting my hand caress
the unkempt flowers in the raised beds along the walk.
"It looks even more lovely in day light," I said and kissed his cheek.
"I was afraid I'd scared you off," he admitted.
"No I just wanted something from the car," I said. "Would you mind if I
tidy up the flowers a bit?"
"N, No, I'll get the tractor out and mow the yard. God it's been two
years since I did that, mow the yard I mean. I didn't have reason too
until now."
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