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A Life Long Journey Part 11
It was a long hard struggle for me, but finally the day came when I was
to graduate from college with my degree in accounting. I was so excited
because of it. I know that must sound strange but that was the case. I
was excited because I had worked extra hard to support myself since Amy
was not with me helping with the bills. And I wanted to do as well as I
could in school. I was just an average student but to do even that well,
I spent a lot of nights staying up late working on my assignments. Even
so, I did it.
And as I look back on that Friday night, it is interesting that I was not
upset that I didn't have anyone there to cheer for me. I was secure and
happy in whom I was. After many years of struggle and with help from
people like my doctor and Amy, I knew myself so well.
It was about two weeks after my college graduation when Beth called me on
the phone and asked me to come to her office before I left for the day.
My first thought was "I am fired for some reason." As I walked to her
office, my mind was racing, trying to think of what I had done wrong. I
couldn't think of a single thing. Oh sure, I had made a few mistakes but
nothing so big that I would be fired over it.
After the last customer had left and the doors were locked, I slowly
walked to Beth's office and gently knocked on the door. She was sitting
at her desk, working on something when she looked up. "Please come on in,
shut the door, and have a seat" she told me. "I want to just finish this
first. It should take only a minute."
As I sat there, again I tried to think of the reason I was going to be
fired. And again, nothing came to mind. It was kind of like sitting,
waiting for the school principal to talk to you.
Finally she looked up and said "now then. I have been watching you over
the past year and I finally made a decision concerning you."
"Great" I thought. "Here it comes, I am let go,"
"I have been very pleased with the quality of your work and wanted to
tell you so."
I was kind of shocked. "Really? You aren't going to fire me?"
"Fire you! Oh my dear girl. As I understand it, you graduated college
last weekend. Is that right?"
"Well, yes it is. But what does that have to do with my job here?"
"Simply this. There is an opening and now that you have your degree, I
want to promote you into that spot. Starting Monday, you are my newest
teller. As part of this promotion, you will be getting a rather nice pay
raise. How does a raise of about thirty percent sound to you?"
I nearly fell out of the seat I was so surprised.
Then she added, "Also there will be some benefits. Things like medical,
dental, vacation, sick leave, and retirement. Of course this is all
dependent upon you passing a background check. And assuming you want
this."
"Oh you have no idea how honored I am. I would love to have this
promotion."
"That's wonderful. But tell me, is there anything in you background that
may cause problems?"
"The only thing I can think of is a rather personal one." I then realized
I had to tell her the truth about me. As scared as I was that she would
fire me, I knew I had to be truthful with her so I said, "I was born a
boy. I have been diagnosed as a transsexual and have been in the process
of transitioning since I was 18. I guess that means I just knocked myself
out of the promotion doesn't it?"
"Oh my dear, nothing of the sort. You are such a pretty young woman, if
you hadn't told me, I would never have known. And that is a very personal
thing. I promise to not say any more about it unless you tell me I can."
A feeling of relief came over me at that point. I wasn't getting fired!
Instead, I was getting promoted and with it, a nice big pay raise.
Then Beth said, "Congratulations Becki. You have earned this. And to
celebrate, I want you to take Friday off. Go shopping, get your hair
done, whatever you feel like doing. Then come back on Monday ready to
start training."
I was nearly in tears with relief and happiness. The others must have
known what was going to happen because as I walked out of Beth's office,
everyone was there, waiting to congratulate me and wish me well.
I was so happy. Finally, my hard work was starting to pay off. I even
tried to call Momma and Daddy with the good news. However, every time I
tried to call and they heard me say hello, they would just hang up the
phone.
As happy as I was with the promotion, the one thing I really wanted more
than anything else in the world was to be accepted by my parents as a
daughter. I wanted to have Daddy hung me and tell me how proud of me he
was. I just knew there was so much I could learn from Momma. But they had
disowned me completely.
In fact, one time when I tried to call and Daddy answered the phone, I
said "Hi Daddy. It's me, Rebecca. You know, your one and only child." To
that he replied "my son died a long time ago. I don't have a son anymore
and I don't know who you are." With that, he hung up.
Because of the loneliness I felt, I found myself starting to look for a
church to attend. After trying several, I found one that made me feel
like I was truly wanted there. There were even two older ladies (Hazel
and Betty) that kind of adopted me as a granddaughter. Every week they
would fuse over me when I walked in. They would ask if I was eating
enough, getting enough sleep, and so on. If I happened to miss a church
service, within two days, both of them would call to check up on me. It
was almost like having two doting grandmothers. They would even take
turns having me come to their homes after church for lunch.
Betty often would offer to let me have something of hers, the way she
would a granddaughter. I tried to politely refuse a few times but I could
tell how it hurt her feelings so I started to accept. And as we grew
closer (in a grandmother/granddaughter type of relationship), I learned
so much about them and the life they had come through. They became an
inspiration to me concerning being strong and preserving.
As hurt as I was, life had to go on. I made my way as best as I could.
The worse part of my life was the feeling of loneliness. I was so
desperate for love that I started looking for a man to love me. There
were a few that were interested in me. Most thought I was a woman to take
to bed, have sex with and then leave. That is, until they discovered my
"little tiny" secret. They would then leave and say they would call. But
most never did. The few that would call back, I later found out, were gay
or bi and wanted me only because of what I happened to have between my
legs. They really didn't care about me as a person.
I found that I wanted to be a woman so badly that one time I was talking
a walk in the park and heard a little boy crying. He had fallen down and
skinned hi knee. My first impulse was to go to him, take him up in my
arms and comfort him. That is until his mother got to him. I just stood
there and watched, wishing it had been me that was his mother.
I started to research pregnancy online in the evenings. I wanted to know
as much about it as I could. That research led me to an article that
dealt with fashions of the 1960's. It seems that women of that time
considered pregnancy to be a beautiful thing. With that in mind, they
came up with something called a "pregnancy puff". Simply it was a small
pillow like thing with a belt attached. Women would wear it so they
looked very pregnant.
That gave me an idea. I spent several weeks looking, shopping for just
the right pillow. Finally I found it and bought it. When I got it home, I
stuck it into my panties. I was so happy with what I saw in the mirror.
There I stood with the profile of a pregnant woman. But because of that
pillow, my panties didn't fit real well. I needed to get some new ones.
But not some panties that were just a larger size. I needed to buy a few
pairs of maternity panties. And since I was going to get them, why not
get a few other things a woman in that condition would need.
The following Saturday, I took off work, When I got dressed for the day,
that little pillow was put into my panties once again. I then picked out
a pull-on skirt, loose fitting top and flats. After putting on a little
makeup, I was ready for a real big day.
Taking my purse in hand, I made my way to my car and then drove to a
nearby maternity shop. When I walked in, the sales lady greeted me with a
cherry "Hello. Welcome. How may I help you?'
Blushing a bit, I said "my clothes are a bit tight for obvious reasons. I
need some new things."
"Oh my dear, I am sure we can find something for you. What did you have
in mind?"
"First, I need panties and some new bras. Then I need things for casual
wear, something appropriate for church and something for the office."
"Of course you do my dear. Let's start with the panties and bras. Right
over here we have a very good assortment of panties. What style do you
prefer?"
"Briefs or hip huggers are my favorite styles."
"Wonderful. And what size do you wear?"
"I usually wear a size 6. But won't I need to get a larger size?"
With a small smile she said, "Oh my dear, no. You see, these panties are
designed with a woman's changing body in mind. They are designed to be
the right fit without being too big. Just the thing a woman like you will
need. By the way, judging from how much you are showing, I would guess
you are what, four months along?"
With a little giggle, I said "you are good. You must have been doing this
for a while now."
A small smile crept across her face as she said "I have been running this
store for more than 15 years."
It seemed like I spent hours in that store trying on cute outfits.
Finally I had made my decision and paid for everything I bought. I walked
out with several bags of clothes. I had five new pairs of panties, five
nursing bras, two pairs of casual pants, three skirts, two jumpers and
blouses for everything. I even was convinced by Mary (the sales lady and
shop owner) to buy a breast pump. We had talked about my breast feeding
my baby and all the good things that goes with it.
One day, Beth made an announcement to everyone at the bank. She was going
to leave. Her husband had been transferred to another state and she was
going with him. As she went around and said good bye to everyone, she
came to me. Giving me a big hug, she whispered, "I wish you all the luck
in the world. You are the best worker I have ever had under me. I just
know the future is so bright for you."
Two days later, the employees of the branch were introduced to the new
branch manager. His name was Doug. One by one each employee was called
into his office so he could meet us and get to know a little about us.
Finally it came my turn. Upon entering his office, he offered a seat to
me and, as I sat, he closed the door. We talked for a few minutes about
me and my goals for the future. Then he walked around behind me and
placed his hands on my shoulders. As he gently rubbed them, he started to
talk about how attractive he found me.
Then he said something that made me very uncomfortable. He said that his
wife had become unappealing to him. It turns out she was pregnant with
their third child and he was starting to think of her as fat. Continuing
to rub my shoulders, he said "You on the other hand are very beautiful."
I merely replied, "thank you sir."
"No I really mean it. I think of all the women working here, you are the
most beautiful and sexy one."
"Please sir, I am just me. I don't mean to be thought of as sexy."
Then he asked me "How would you like a big promotion and corresponding
pay raise?"
"What person wouldn't like to be paid more money" I replied.
"All you have to do is be my mistress. I will set you up with a very nice
apartment, a big pay raise, and that promotion I mentioned. All you have
to do is have sex with me in your apartment two or three times a week and
make sure you use some sort of birth control. Can't have you getting
pregnant by me now can we? And if you should happen to get pregnant, make
sure you have sex with someone else so you can honestly said I am not the
father."
I was so insulted that I just stood up, slapped his face, and stormed out
of the office. Tears were starting to trickle down my face. The other
ladies came over and asked me what was wrong. All I could do was just
shake my head and go to the restroom. There I tried to regain my
composure, which I found to be a bit difficult.
I must say that Doug was persistent if nothing else. He kept asking me to
be his. And every time he did, I told him no. I was not that kind of
woman. I would not be the cause of his family breaking up.
He started complementing me on my attire, my makeup, my hair, and so on.
This went on for a couple of weeks. Then he started to make comments
about my figure. Nothing really bad or suggestive unless he was sure no
one else could hear.
He also found ways to be alone with me. Things like accusing me of not
being accurate in the counting of my till at the end of the day. That
meant I had to stay after the bank closed for the day, recount the money
I had and recheck every transaction I had conducted thru out the day. Or
he would ask me to resupply each window for the following day's business.
It was a Saturday when it finally happened. Everyone else had gone for
the day so it was just him and I left. I was in the supply closet getting
a few things when he came in and closed the door. There I was, trapped.
He didn't even give me a chance. He pinned me to the wall with his hands
and then he kissed me. It was not the sort of a kiss a man gives to a
friend. It was the sort of a kiss a man forces on a woman he lusts after.
It was full of fire and passion. There was no tenderness in it at all.
I tried to resist but he forced himself on me. Soon he pulled back. Still
holding me in place with one hand, he started to unzip hi pants with the
other. I could tell what he wanted to do to me. He wanted to rape me,
just like I had been raped years ago. Only this time I knew what to do to
prevent it and I was in a position to do what I had to. As he started to
life my skirt, I stomped down on his foot with the heel of my shoe. And
it was not a gentle thing either. I stomped down as hard as I could. Even
though I wasn't wearing spiked heels, I tried with all the strength I
could to put my heel thru his foot. When he stepped back in pain, I
lifted my knee and caught him in the groin. I was not going to be raped
ever again.
The following Monday morning, as soon as I arrived at the bank, I went
straight to the H.R. office and reported what had happened. The lady in
the office, Betty, was very nice and listened to my story. As I told her
what had happened, she would nod from time to time or stop me to ask for
clarification on some point. When I finished, she typed up what I had
told her and had me sign it. It was just about three weeks after that
when Doug didn't show up for work and Karen; the lead teller was promoted
into his office.
With all I had going for me, my life felt sort of empty. Oh sure, I had a
decent job and the people at the bank liked me well enough. And the
ladies at church accepted me as one of them. I met guys that were
attracted to me and even took me out on dates. Still there was something
missing. Talking to my therapist, I came to realize what I was looking
for. It was really very simple. I wanted a friend. Someone I could relate
to. Since Amy had moved away, I felt alone a lot of the time, even though
we sent emails and talked to each other on the phone. Our lives had been
so different that even when she said she understood what I was feeling, I
am not sure she really did. So in desperation, I turned to the internet.
While in a chat room for women like me and people that like us, I
happened to see a name that interested me. With little regard to the
rules, I sent this person a private message telling her that I loved her
name; at least part of it. She was using the name Rebecca Leanne. I was
kind of surprised when she responded right away. We started chatting
about all sorts of things like clothes, makeup, hair, lives and so on.
As we chatted, I came to know her so well. But that was easy. The two of
us were so much alike. I found out that both of us loved wearing skirts
and dresses. We both knew we were really women inside. We had the same
favorite color. And we both shared a common dream, to be complete
females. As we grew closer to each other, I started to think of Rebecca
not as just an acquaintance, not just as a friend. Rather I started to
think of her as a sister. Here was someone that truly understood me and
someone I felt like I could share my most deep heart felt secrets with.
I finally got the courage to tell her about my most secret dream. She was
the only person at the time that I felt like I could tell and not be
judged for it. My dream about my getting married and getting pregnant on
my honeymoon. I had not told anyone else about it, not even Amy. Rebecca
opened up to me and told me she shared that dream. In fact, in her dream,
we both had been taken to the hospital at the same time to have the
babies we carried and ended up sharing a room.
Then she admitted her most secret dream to me. She was so afraid I would
think badly of her because of it. But we were sisters and nothing she
told me would ever change that. With that reassurance, she finally told
me that she wanted to be a little baby girl, maybe one or two years old.
She even wanted to know if I would be willing to be her mommy. I was so
flattered. Without a moment's thought I told her I would love to.
We talked about her being my baby girl. In our fantasy, she was hungry so
I opened my blouse and pulled down my bra to let her nurse. First on one
side and then the other. When she finished, I put her on my shoulder and
gently patted her back until she let out with a great big burp.
Next came the changing of her diaper. Laying her down on the bed, I undid
the tabs holding her wet diaper and slide it out from under her. Lifting
her legs, I managed to slip a clean one in place and gently laid her legs
back down. Then, like any good mommy would, I smeared some ointment on
her cute little bottom to keep her from getting a rash.
As soon as the new diaper was fastened on her, I started to tickle her
cute little tummy and kiss it. I so loved the way that made her giggle.
Next I put on her a diaper cover that was pink and had a lace trim. I
think it is called a rumba cover.
To get her ready for church, I slipped on her little pink satin dress. It
matched her diaper cover. For her feet, I put on a pair of white lacy
ankle socks and then her dressy white shoes. To complete getting her
ready, I put a pink bow in her hair.
With her ready, it was time for me to get ready myself. She sat on the
bed and watched as I got into my pantyhose and slip. While I sat at the
table and put on my makeup, she kept asking me if she would be pretty
like me when she grew up. She also wanted to know when she could start to
wear makeup like her mommy did. I just smiled and told her that when she
grows up, she will be who she is.
Once I had my makeup on, I took two dresses out of the closet and let her
pick which one I should wear. She chose the white dress and white heels.
Actually, that was the very dress I was going to pick myself.
As soon as I was fully dressed, I got my purse and her diaper bag. She
got her little white purse in one hand and her other hand she carried her
favorite doll "Susie". So, with her and Susie in tow, off we went to
church. At the church, I took her to the two year olds so she could play
with the other little girls and boys during the service.
All of the ladies in the room said she was absolutely adorable and looked
just like her mother. That made both of us smile.
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