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Small Beginnings (Part One)
"Get out!" he yelled, "You are not my son!"
"That's right!" she screamed back.
Ann sat straight up in bed. Perspiring from the nightmare her camisole
stuck to her body. She brushed her hair out of her face. It was the
same nightmare. The day she came out to her parents about her life, was
a waking nightmare. Now it was torturing her in her sleep. She glanced
at her alarm clock, five-thirty; she was going to get up in fifteen
minutes anyway.
She slipped her legs out of bed and into her pink slippers and padded to
the bathroom. Today was a big day in that journey. She'd made a choice
six months ago; she was going to live as a woman fulltime. She still
needed to get a job as a woman before she could make that dream complete.
Her interview was today. She looked into the mirror and ran the water to
shave. She plucked a stray hair from her eye brows. As the sink was
filling she slipped the camisole over her head and threw it toward the
bed, where it landed in a silken heap. Then seeing the sink was full,
she lathered her face and chest. She still used a man's razor for this
chore. Then she switched razors and tackled her underarms. Next, she
kicked off her slippers and slid her panties down her legs. She enjoyed
stretching her back for a moment by palming the floor. Reaching in, she
turned on the shower to let the water heat up.
Stepping into the shower she enjoyed the hot water on her smooth skin.
She first washed her hair, then conditioned it. Gingerly, she stepped
out of the shower and grabbed a towel. She padded herself dry and used
an after bath powder she'd gotten from Bodyworks. Then she did up her in
a turban with the towel before getting her clothes. She wanted to feel
confident today, so she took out peach lace panties. She loved these
panties, they were almost entirely lace. She stepped into the panties
and pulled them to her thighs. Her practiced fingers then pushed her
testicles up inside herself and then pulled her penis back, holding it
there she pulled her panties up and smoothed them out. "Perfect." She
then selected a peach colored lace bra and opened the box on her
nightstand with her breast forms. She was wearing a modest blouse today
so no need for cleavage. She sat on the edge of the bed and sprayed the
forms with adhesive. As the glue set up she fastened the bra around her
body and slipped her arms through the straps, then one at a time she
positioned the forms in each cup. She lay back on the bed to allow
gravity to seal the forms to his chest.
"Today is the day you walk out that apartment door as Ann for the rest of
your life. Brian ends this morning," she thought, smiling at her newly
found confidence. Was it confidence? Self doubt crept over her once
again. "What if I don't get the job?"
She got up felt her boobs, and chuckled to herself as she did, "That's
never going to get old is it?" She went back to the bathroom enjoying
the feel of weight on her chest. She enjoyed this so much. She
unwrapped her hair and styled it with a blow drier then went to work on
her makeup. For years as a closeted crossdresser she'd only ever done
evening looks. Now he would have to get used to a lighter day time
approach, her practiced hand made easy work of it. Finishing her makeup
she turned to her interview clothes. She'd chosen a light blue skirt-
suit with a pale yellow blouse matching pumps and nude stockings, and
laid them out the night before. A simple string of pearls, and pearl
stud earring was all the jewelry she wore. She had to make the right
impression. She wanted to be treated like the young woman she felt she
was, not a sexual freak, so she dressed conservatively.
She walked to the kitchen and prepared coffee and toast, too nervous to
eat anything more substantial. The interview was at eight at an art
gallery in the city. The owner knew the situation; Ann had been very up
front about her plan over the phone. Besides she couldn't use her
education and resume of her former life and show up as a young woman
without some explanation. The art world was usually very accepting and
Dacia St. Claire was no exception. So long as her transition didn't
interfere with her duties, she had no issues. St. Claire would judge her
on heris experience and skills, not her sexuality. She hoped this was
not just lip service, she mused as she sipped her coffee.
"Well, this is it," she thought as she stood, and smoothed her skirt.
She gathered up her purse, cell phone and car keys and headed to the
door. She strode toward her hatchback. Looking up she saw the guy
across the complex. He was the cute one with the pregnant wife and small
son in building C. He waved to his pregnant wife as he walked to his
SUV. She looked like she was ready to pop any minute. Momentarily, Ann
envied her. Looking up he saw Ann for the first time and did a double
take. He had never seen this woman before; he smiled and said good
morning as he climbed in his car. Ann was somewhat flustered, she was
attracted to this man, but he was married, and she didn't know how to
handle people who had known her as a male. She quickly said good morning
and ducked in her car.
She started the car, and drove off. Driving a manual in heels in rush
hour traffic was a new experience. Her skirt rode high on her legs,
which was also a new experience and surprisingly annoying. In her part
time cross-dressing days she might have thrilled and the feeling, but now
she was preoccupied with trying to be a woman, not a floozy. "How do
woman deal with this?" she wondered. Her attention turned back to the
traffic.
Driving into the City was nerve wracking under normal circumstances,
going in for a job interview made it doubly so. Starting to live full
time as a woman was a triple whammy she thought as she searched the
neighborhood for a parking spot. With only twenty minutes before her
interview, she gave up on street parking and pulled into a garage. Ann
stepped smartly along the sidewalk, enjoying the sound of her heels
clacking on the concrete. She reveled in the swing of her skirt as the
cool spring breeze swirled around her legs, and her hair bounced on her
shoulders. Soon she was at the art gallery for her interview. She
stepped inside.
"May I help you?" the well dressed receptionist at the desk asked as Ann
entered.
"Yes. I'm Ann Bailey, I have an interview appointment with Ms. Dacia St.
Claire," Ann replied confidently.
"Oh, yes! Please have a seat. And I will let her know you're here," the
girl said as she picked up the phone.
Ann tucked her skirt under her as she set herself down on the chair and
crossed her legs. She took out her compact and made one last nervous
check of her hair and makeup. Satisfied she put it away just as Ms. St.
Claire entered. The load click of high heels on hardwood announced her
before she arrived.
"Ann?" she said as she offered her hand.
Ann stood up and gently shook the offered hand, glad that she remembered
to not squeeze as hard as a man would, but maintained firmness.
Dacia was dressed in a black pantsuit with a bright pink top under her
jacket, a simple gold chain around her neck as a necklace. "I'm so
pleased to meet you," Dacia said. "I must confess, you are very
convincing Ann. Much prettier than I had imagined in my mind's eye."
Ann blushed. "Thank you," she said. "I work very hard to not stand
out."
"Oh, you stand out my dear." Dacia smiled. "Just in a way I think you
find appealing."
Ann decided that she liked Dacia St. Claire. Despite her reputation as a
flinty perfectionist, she had a genuine charm and humor that Ann was
enjoying. They chatted about the art in the gallery as they walked to
Dacia's office. She asked Ann's opinion of the works in the gallery and
Ann realized her interview had begun, the moment Dacia walked into the
room.
Dacia motioned for Ann to go up the steps to the loft that served as her
office. Ann gently swung her hips as she ascended the steps, in the
manner of women.
Behind her Dacia watched Ann admiringly. "Did someone teach you that?"
she asked when they were in her office. She motioned Ann to sit in a
chair in front of her desk. Ann replied as she smoothed her skirt and
sat down placing her purse on the floor.
"Do what, Miss?"
"To swing your hips as you ascend stairs," Dacia replied.
"Oh, no." Ann chuckled, "I just observed it in women."
"Well it is an astute observation. I can see you have great attention to
detail," Dacia said as she sat behind her desk and opened a folder
containing Ann's resume. "You have a wonderful resume Ann," she began.
"I see you have an art history degree, and a master's in museum studies.
But let me be frank, Ann, you focused on Medieval art. Why do you want a
job at a contemporary art gallery? Why not work for a museum or auction
house?"
It was a verbal body blow. Ann had steeled herself for questions about
her lifestyle, but instead she was being grilled about her experience.
She regrouped quickly, and talked for five minutes about her appreciation
of contemporary art, how she developed transferable skills, and how she
wanted to be part of the art scene. As she finished she noted the smile
on Dacia's face. They continued to chat about her experience, never once
did the fact that all of her professional experience was as a man, come
up.
An hour later Dacia stood up and shook Ann's hand over the desk. "I'll
be in touch with you soon Ann. I was a pleasure meeting you."
"Likewise," Ann replied. She nearly floated down the steps to the main
gallery. She had to try very hard not to skip across the gallery floor
as she headed out the door. She felt light as a feather. She stood on
the corner waiting for the light to change. She noticed a man staring at
her waiting to cross on the other side of the street. She smiled at him
and looked away brushing her hair behind her ear. The light changed and
she and he walked toward one another, his gaze locked on her. As they
passed he said, "Still a guy, freak." She nearly tripped on her heel
when she heard it. Immediately all of her energy evaporated. Dejected
she walked back to the car. She threw her purse into the car climbed in
and cried.
Composing herself she drove home to the apartment. All of the excitement
of the day, and interview had been swept away. Her confidence had been
shattered. Her apartment seemed awfully lonely when she returned. Ann
kicked off her shoes, and collapsed in a chair. She curled up against
her knees and cried some more. Over and over she heard him say, "Still a
guy," sometimes in his voice sometimes in her father's voice, sometimes
in her own.
Sometime later she woke up in her chair. It was dark out, but lights
outside were flashing. She ignored them and went to the bedroom and
changed into a t-shirt and yoga pants. Then went to the kitchen for some
food, she hadn't eaten all day and was starving. The flashing lights
outside were still there, and her curiosity piqued she looked out the
window. Cop cars and an ambulance were in the parking lot. She wondered
why. Stepping outside she saw the EMTs taking the pregnant woman on the
stretcher. "Oh, my God!" she gasped. She saw the man from this morning
holding his young son; they got into his car and followed the ambulance
out.
"Things could always be worse," she thought to herself as she turned back
inside to finish preparing her dinner. "I hope everything is ok with the
baby," she thought. Silently she took her meal into the living room and
flipped on the TV, determined to lose herself in something she found some
reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
After the show she put her plate in the sink and went to her bedroom.
She took off her pants and panties freeing her penis for the first time
that day. She slipped into bed with her vibrator and thought of Spike.
Imagining herself under him as Buffy, and then imagining herself as Sarah
Michelle Geller, she felt so good with the warm buzzing inside her. She
stroked herself as she fantasized about being held down by a delicious
blonde vampire. Moaning she released into a tissue, the day's trials
melted away. She felt so comfortable, warm and relaxed she drifted off
to sleep.
Ann woke up the next morning at eight am. Still wearing only the t-shirt
she slept in she padded into the kitchen and put on her coffee. Then she
fired up her computer, and headed to the bathroom while it booted up.
She sat to pee, losing the morning hard on she woke up with. She avoided
the mirror knowing that after the crying and sleeping, she probably
looked horrific. She didn't care. Today was an off day, no interviews,
or prospects. Her day was open. She put on panties and went back to
make her coffee. Next, she sat at her computer and began to pour over
the job listings, silently praying that the St. Claire Gallery would
call.
About four in the afternoon when she was impossibly bored, could not
possibly take another bath, look at another website or watch anymore
Judge Judy, she got up and put her yoga pants on and a sweatshirt and
went to the gym. On her way she got a call. Nervously she pulled the
car over. It was Dacia St. Claire. It rang a fourth time, when her
finger hit the answer button.
"Hello?" she said, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.
"Ann Bailey, Please?"
"This is she."
"Ann, it's Dacia, I wanted to extend you an offer to come to the
gallery." Ann fist pumped and silently screamed for joy. The next few
minutes were a blur of salary negotiation and information about starting,
but Ann didn't care, she was free. Hired as a woman, now she was on her
way.
Days passed, and Ann started her job at the art gallery. In the weeks
that followed she learned that the young mother in the condo in building
C across the lot had died in childbirth. It pained her that she'd never
gotten to know the girl. So it became Ann's habit to keep an eye on the
family. She learned the young father's name was Jack. He was on leave
from work as he struggled with his small family and the loss of his wife.
Every time she saw Jack, he looked greyer.
One afternoon, she pulled into her spot after work. In her rear view
mirror she saw Jack pull in to his spot behind her. She gathered her
purse and got out and heard the crying of Jack's two boys. The infant in
his car seat was wailing non-stop. The young son, really not much more
than a toddler himself was crying too. She stopped to watch, as Jack
tried to sooth both boys. He was fussing with the baby's car seat and
finally managed to get it out of the car. "OK Buddy. Relax. We're home
now and you will get a change. I know," Jack was saying to the wailing
baby. Jack took the baby carrier in one hand and lifted the tailgate of
the SUV. Now she heard the young boy crying incoherently. As he lifted
the shopping bag it split spilling the contents all over the ground.
Jack lost it and began to sob uncontrollably. "Julia! I can't do this
without you," he cried.
Ann had seen enough. She scurried over to Jack. She put her hand on his
back. "Let me help you," she said.
Jack looked at the woman before him. He remembered her as a neighbor
across the lot. He was too exhausted to speak and just nodded. Ann took
charge.
"Leave the groceries, I'll get them. Let's get the kids," she said.
Again, Jack nodded and took the baby carrier to the front door to open
it. Ann went to the back passenger side to collect the young boy. She
opened the door, and said, "Hey, Honey. I'm Ann what's your name
sweetie?"
The crying child was grumpy and tired. He blurted out, "Tommy"!
Ann unbuckled him and lifted him up. "Oh! Ok Tommy, come now big
guy...shhhhhh. Let's get you a nap." She carried Tommy into the condo,
soothing him as she carried him. He held her tightly around the neck.
She laid him in his bed still clothed; he grabbed his blanket and almost
immediately closed his eyes. She tucked him in and left the room. She
heard the crying infant in the next room. Poking her head around she saw
it was the Master bedroom. The changing table and crib in the far
corner. Jack was still struggling with the baby. "Jack, are you ok?"
she asked.
"I'm lost," he said.
She went to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Go sit. I'll take
care of this." Ann took over and changed the baby as Jack disappeared
from the room.
When she finished, she went back to the living room, Jack was asleep on
the couch. Ann went out and gathered the spilled groceries and brought
them into the kitchen. She looked into the freezer and saw Jack had a
frozen lasagna. She cooked it for him and plated it. She put it on the
table and covered it. Seeing him still asleep, she wrote a short note
and left it on the cling wrapped food.
If you need any help in the future, please don't hesitate to call.
My cell and home phone are below.
Ann
Satisfied, she headed out and locked the door behind her.
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