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Small Beginnings (Part 4)
Monday morning Ann breezed into the Gallery right on time. She set her
purse down and fired up her computer, and then headed back to the
kitchenette with her cup to get another cup of coffee. Dacia, came in to
do the same as Ann was sugaring her cup.
"What's on your mind?" Dacia asked as she reached over to grab the
creamer.
"How do you do that?" Ann asked somewhat miffed.
"Honey, you are an open book, you wear your emotions like you wear that
blouse. Very pretty by the way, I like the ruffles."
"Thank you," Ann smiled then sat at the little table, crossed her legs
and then turned under the table. "Jack asked me to dinner this coming
Saturday, to thank me for helping with the children," she began. "I'm
going to tell him at dinner before things go too far."
"Good idea. Best not to spring it on him like the girl in The Crying
Game," Dacia said.
"You know, I've never seen that movie."
"No? Why not?"
"Well, as a kid I was afraid people would see me in her. I don't even
know the girl's name."
"It's not important. However, it is many people of our generations'
first real touchstone with the transgendered. That and Jerry Springer."
"Oh God, Springer!" Ann fumed. "What a warped viewpoint."
Dacia shrugged. "These are the hurdles placed in front of you.
Challenges to be met and overcome, my dear. Now, am I paying you to
bitch and moan?"
"No, ma'am," Ann said with a smirk. "By the way, is there a hold up on
the Calloway deal? The piece has been crated ready to go all I need is
the payment paperwork."
"Yes, something about the wire from Geneva, blah blah, I'll get it from
them today or I'll put the piece back up for auction."
"You, da boss, Boss."
That night she called her sister Caroline for the first time in months.
Caroline was the youngest, and the only genetic girl in her family. She
was also the only one not to ostracize Ann when she came out, first as
gay and then later as Ann.
"Hey!" she said "Thought you left the planet?"
"No, just busy with the new job, and new life. How are things at home?"
Ann asked her only link to her former life.
"Well, grandma died a month ago," Caroline said sadly. "I swear, I wanted
to tell you but Mom and Dad told me not to."
Ann began to cry, "They couldn't even let me know?"
"I know, and I'm sorry. I should have ignored them. They were afraid
you'd come...you know dressed."
"Well I wouldn't have come naked!" Ann shot back. "And I'm not wearing a
male disguise for them!"
"Awww, Bri....Ann, I'm on your side. I screwed up."
Sniffing away the tears Ann continued, "What else is going on?"
"Well, Kevin is deployed, and he and his girlfriend got engaged before he
went," Caroline said.
"Well I hope he's ok."
"What's going on with you?" Caroline asked. "Last you told me you'd
gotten the job at the gallery."
"Yes, well, so far so good," Ann said. "Works been good, and my boss is a
wonderful friend and I'm learning so much from her."
"And..." Ann's baby sister asked probingly. "What about your love life."
"Well, I don't know what to say," Ann replied truthfully. "I've met some
really nice guys who just didn't work out and a few real assholes."
"Welcome to womanhood, sis."
"HA! Yeah, I know. But now I'm in a bit of a quandary."
"OOoooooh, this sounds juicy." Ann could hear Caroline smiling over the
phone.
"Ugh. You gotta get laid little sister and stop living vicariously
through me!"
"Touch?, now spill it," Caroline insisted.
"I really like my neighbor, and we are going out on Saturday."
Caroline squealed with delight. "YES."
"Trouble is he has two sons," Ann confessed.
"Wait, he isn't gay? He doesn't know?" Caroline asked incredulously.
"Ann that is a very dangerous game you are playing."
"I'm not playing any games with anyone. When I tell you the whole story
you will see, it just wasn't an issue until recently."
"Is he married?"
"He was, she died this past spring in childbirth. I got to know him
helping him out with the kids."
"Errr, I don't know this doesn't sound like it's going to end well,"
Caroline confessed.
"I'm going to tell him at dinner. I haven't deliberately concealed my
sex from him, well I have, but not to seduce him...Oh I don't know. I'm
confused."
"Relax, and let's just start with the basics. Get your dress and shoes
in order, and the rest will begin to fall into place."
"You, my dear little sister, are wise beyond your years."
Saturday was a cool fall day. The leaves had begun to change, the night
promised to have a chill. It was crisp and it was Ann's favorite time of
year. She picked out her dress for the evening. She was going to wear a
maroon dress with a wide black belt at her waist, which meant a corset.
The plunging neckline meant she would have to be extra careful with her
breast forms. She longed for the day she would get breast implants. But
she was using her money to get electrolysis to her face and chest first.
It was slow but now her face was completed and once her chest was free of
hair she'd get those implants. But her bank account might need
replenishment. Regardless she was skilled enough to create the cleavage
she needed for this dress tonight.
About four in the afternoon, she took a long bath, and then shaved her
legs. She dressed in her lingerie for the evening. She had chosen to go
all black. She tucked herself and slipped on black lace bikini panties
with a silky satin front panel. Unconsciously she smoothed down her
front and thrilled at the feeling. She sat and gently pulled her
stockings on. Then stood and picked up her corset. It was black satin
under bust corset with steel bones. Properly laced she would have a
waist any woman would be jealous of. She attached the studs and eyes and
then reached around to grab the laces pulling them tight. Holding the
laces in front of her with her left hand she reached around with her
right and pulled each cross lace tighter until she reached the center
then pulled the main laces tight. She repeated the process until the
corset only had a one inch gap. Satisfied, she tied the laces off, and
admired her figure in the mirror. Next she sat and attached her
stockings to the straps of the corset. She looked at the beating her
nail polish took with the laces and was glad she was going to the salon
today. She began to create her cleavage using medical tape to squeeze
her pectoral muscles together. Then she carefully placed her breast
forms and glued them on, lying back on the bed to let gravity place them
naturally. Next she took a brand new lace bra and slipped it over her
shoulders and placed the cups over her breasts. Reaching around her deft
fingers clipped the bra behind her. Then she put on sweatpants, sneakers
and a t-shirt and drove herself over to Margo's, her long time
hairstylist.
"Ann! You are looking wonderful as usual!" Margo gushed as she entered
her salon. Margo only opened by appointment, and knew Ann from days when
she was part-time and only looking for makeovers for the TG parties she
once attended regularly. She saw Ann less frequently now, but Ann now
used the full services of the Salon.
"Hey, Margo. Big date tonight I need you to work your magic. Besides
it's been a long time since I treated myself to your talents."
The old friends sat down to work on Ann's nails first. Margo had always
admired Ann's taste. Even as a part-time crossdresser Ann had never
fallen into the traps other male clients had. Ann was subtlety sexy.
She understood color and avoided the garish colors many girls like her
gravitated to. Ann was a natural. They decided on a simple French
Manicure and Pedicure, Ann wanted the attention to be on her dress not
her nails. She was going to wear her hair up, which Ann had never done
since growing it out. She just wasn't used to wearing her hair up, since
wigs are almost always down. But now she really had the opportunity, and
Margo even suggested a do with a braid in it.
Overall Ann spent two hours with Margo and got back to her apartment with
an hour to spare. She immediately went to the bedroom and stripped off
her sweats. She was wearing black sling back pumps tonight she sat down
and slipped them on. Standing up in just her heels and lingerie she once
again admired her body in the mirror, "That's never going to get old,"
she giggled to herself. She put on teardrop earrings and a double strand
of pearls that Caroline had given her for Christmas two years ago.
Ann strode over to the closest and took out her dress for the evening.
She stepped into the dress and pulled it up over her hips and allowed it
to settle on her waist. Then she put her arms in the straps and slipped
them over her shoulders. She adjusted the neckline and zipped up the
back. She twirled like a little girl in a new dress for the mirror,
feeling amazing she wondered why more boys didn't enjoy this feeling.
She put her blush, lipstick, phone, gum and ID in her purse, a black bag
with a thin silver chain as a strap. Finished she looked at her look and
realized she was ready now with ten minutes to spare. She took off her
necklace and earrings and left her purse in the bedroom with her wrap.
Smiling she sat down and waited for Jack to arrive.
Ten minutes later, and right on time, Jack rang the bell at her
apartment. She opened the door and welcomed him in. He was wearing a
white button down shirt, and blazer with black slacks. He looked casual
yet polished, and he smelled wonderful.
"Jack! I'm so glad to see you," she said. "I just need a few minutes to
finish up. Are we running late, do we have some time to chat?"
"No we have time," he replied.
"Good, make yourself a drink and sit down. I'll be finished in a minute,
and then we can talk," she said going into her bedroom.
He poured himself a drink of scotch from the bottles she had on the
counter that separated the kitchen from the living room, and sat down on
the couch.
Ann came out having recompleted her dressing. She carried her wrap and
purse in her hand. Jack stood and took her all in.
"You look beautiful," he said.
She blushed, "Thank you. I hope I didn't over do it."
"No. You are perfect."
"Jack before we go I need to chat with you."
He sat on the couch and she sat next to him, on the edge with her knees
tightly together. She took him by the hand, as he sat on the edge of the
couch himself.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Jack, I'm concerned about where we are headed," she began. He started
to say something but she cut him off and continued. "Please, let me
finish. I concerned that with Julia's death so recent, that you may be
rushing to fill a void for the children's sake. There are things about
me you don't know."
"But I want to know them, in due time as we get to know one another," He
interrupted.
"You may not like them. But I want you to know I would never
deliberately hurt you. And I love the children I would never harm them."
Jack was puzzled. "Ann so long as you aren't a murderer on the run from
the police I can't imagine how you could harm the kids. As for me, you
might break my heart someday, but I'm a big boy, I know that
relationships take risks." He stood up, and took her by the hand. She
stood up with him. She loved that he was so tall, even in her heels she
was just a bit shorter than him. He held her. "Whatever secrets you
have, I won't run out on you. I will help you through them, the way you
helped me"
"I hope so," She said into his chest.
"Ok let's go, then," He grabbed her wrap and put it on her shoulders.
She reached up and touched his hand as it lingered on her shoulder. She
took her purse and looped over her shoulder and took her key to lock up.
Jack held the door for her and after she locked it gallantly offered his
arm for her to hold as they walked to his car. He opened the car door
for her and she hitched up her skirts to step into the SUV. She buckled
herself in as Jack closed the door and then trotted around to the driver
side. Ann sat demurely; making sure the hem of her skirt covered her
knee.
"Where are we going?" Ann asked pulling her wrap tighter as they drove
off.
"It's a lovely little French place. I heard about it a while back, but
with the pregnancy and the kids, well you know."
"So you haven't been there?" Ann asked.
"Nope."
"To be honest I feel better about that," Ann said.
"Oh, Why?"
"Because, I don't feel comfortable stepping in your wife's footsteps.
I...don't know where this might lead."
"Where would you like it to lead?" Jack asked.
"Truthfully, Jack I'm just along for the ride," she answered.
"Well, I will put your mind at ease; I have nothing but honorable
intentions. But, I think I am ready to begin having fun with female
companions again," this cause Ann to squirm in her seat a little. Jack's
attempt to put her at ease had done just the opposite. He continued, "And
that's not to put pressure on you. But I do feel like we have a bit of a
connection, and the boys love you. So why not allow this to play out."
"Alright, Jack. But there is something I must tell you, but not here in
the car it can wait until we are at the restaurant."
The rest of the car ride was ideal chit-chat. He asked about her job and
what she was doing. She asked about the children who were at home with a
teen babysitter.
Jack pulled into the valet parking and tossed the guy the keys as he
jogged around to the passenger side and opened the door for Ann. She
took his offered hand to step down from the SUV, she felt like a lady
stepping from a carriage in the 19th century. She held on to Jack's hand
as they entered. He held the door for her. She was positively dying
with pleasure as every gentlemanly thing she ever dreamed a man would do
on a date, Jack did. She nearly swooned when he guided her to the maitre
d' with his hand at the small of her back.
He could feel the bones of the corset under his touch, teasingly he
asked, "What are you wearing, body armor?"
"You have no idea, honey. It's a tough world," she replied to his jest.
"Reservation for O'Donnell?" Jack asked.
"Ah yes sir," came the replay, "Miss, if you'd like to check your wrap?"
he said motioning to the coat check.
"No, thank you. I'm still a little chilled."
At the table Jack thrilled her again by holding her seat out for her.
Seated, she took a moment to gaze at their surroundings. She threw off
her wrap and leaned over the table to whisper to Jack, "This place must
cost a fortune." He winked. She flipped open her menu, to discover that
this restaurant still had a very old fashioned sensibility. Her menu had
no pricing. She blushed inwardly.
Bread was placed on the table, and Jack selected the wine "I cannot
believe that in my greatest hour of need I would meet someone like you,"
Jack said by way of a toast. "You came out of nowhere just after Julie
left. You helped me get back on track, and you helped me with the boys.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you." They clinked glasses and drank
deeply.
"I was always closer than you think," She said truthfully, sensing that
this was the time. "Jack, before we order, I need to tell you that
secret."
"Ok."
"I must be honest with you. When I was younger, just a few years ago
really, I got into trouble. I hurt someone who has become like a mother
to me," she began.
"We all have our faults."
"No, just listen," she interrupted. "I lied to her about a great many
things and I couldn't get out, it was like quicksand, each lie built on
every other. I lost myself. I broke down and told her the truth, a
truth I lost not just a few friends over. You know what she did Jack?"
"I can't imagine."
"Katrina forgave me. But she made me swear to live life without masks.
Live without fa?ades and lies. And so now I'm here with you, and I
honestly haven't lied to you Jack, it's just that there hasn't been the
right time or place to tell you the truth. In the beginning there wasn't
cause for you to know the truth, but you need to know now before we can
move forward."
"That's reasonable."
"Jack..." She brushed her hair back over her face and looked him deeply in
the eyes. "I'm going to tell you this, and then I'm going to get up and
go to the ladies room. If you can't handle it, just leave and I will get
a cab home. I'm under no illusions about how this might turn out. If
you are here when I get back, well I'll know we at least have a
beginning."
"What is it?" he said confused and now even slightly hurt by this.
"Jack, I was born male. I still am physically, although I do not feel
male mentally. I'm transgendered. The reason you think I came into your
life unexpectedly is because just about the time Julia died was when I
began living full time as a woman. I helped you as a neighbor, as I
would have done if I had still been living as a male, but you did know me
before, at least knew me by sight. Now this is how I want to live. I
never meant to hurt you, and I cherish your sons, and have been honored
to help you with them. But you needed to know this so you can decide if
we move forward." She got up, and Jack didn't. It was the first time he
missed his manners all night. She forgave him as he sat there stunned.
She turned and headed to the ladies room, hoping she could hold it
together long enough to get there.
She burst into the restroom and sat on the couch and cried.
Minutes felt like hours, she checked her watch and saw that only 8
minutes had passed. She composed herself and went to the mirror to
survey the damage she'd done to her make-up.
"Are you ok dear?" a rather elderly woman asked concerned.
"Oh yes," she said. "I just don't know if I am being dumped or not yet,"
she said truthfully.
"Leave here with your head held high darling. A girl like you doesn't
deserve the shithead that would dump you."
Ann sniffed and chuckled at the elderly lady's profanity in the privacy
of this all female environment.
"Thanks." Ann set to work repairing her make-up. She'd given him fifteen
minutes.
Feeling much better she strode out of the ladies room and down the hall.
She wondered what she would find at the table. The table was hidden for
most of the route back, when she finally turned the corner, she almost
couldn't look in the table's direction. But there he was sipping his
wine and telling the increasingly impatient waiter to give them just a
few minutes more.
She arrived back at the table and Jack stood up. "See there she is," he
said directing the waiter's attention. Jack pulled out the seat for her
and ordered Coq-au-vin for both of them. With that the waiter
disappeared.
"I was beginning to think you fell in," Jack said.
"Jack..."
"Wait, before you go on..." Jack paused to collect his thoughts. "I'm
glad you told me. I understand why it took so long, why now, when we
were at a crossroads, was the time."
"Yes," she nodded.
"I'm not gay," he said. "But I feel something for you. I don't know what
that means. I didn't know what it meant when I thought you were a woman.
But I'm willing to try. I just need to go very slowly."
"I understand Jack. You have no idea what it means to me just that you
are still sitting here."
"Hmm," Jack began to say something then stopped.
"If it helps, I'm not gay either," she said which caused a raised eye
brow from Jack. "I'm serious. I don't see myself as male Jack. I am a
woman. I'm just built differently. Mentally my gender is female, and I
love guys."
"That's one way to look at it. But it's going to take more time than
tonight for me to come to terms with this...revelation," Jack said
thoughtfully.
"I will always be there for you, Jack," Ann said.
"I know," answered Jack.
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