Secondment
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A Second Chance
Author's note: This little story is a tribute to one of the first
authors of trans fiction I ever read. I hope you like it
I thought I was finished, that my life was over. Little did I know that
I would get a second chance on the day I died .....
On the day of my death, I was having a solo picnic in a secluded park on
the outskirts of town, trying to pretend like life was wonderful. I was
in what would have been a pretty and fashionable dress a couple of
decades ago, but that wasnt what would have made a passerby do a
doubletake.
It was the fact that the person wearing said dress was a guy.
I had crossdressed on and off since I was a teen, and finally reached a
point where I realized that however bizarrely it worked, it did serve a
function in my life in helping me de-stress.
It was a pity that my wife Alison didnt agree, which is why I had been
forced to find places like this - isolated, secret, and lonely, to let
the girl side out. Things were getting steadily worse between us since
she became pregnant, with her accusing me of using her as a beard while
sleeping with men on the side.
Like most cross-dressers, I was hetro, and loyal to my wife besides, but
her fears about my hobby which had been strong enough before had grown
as her pregnancy progressed.
I had just about finished eating a tuna sandwich when my phone rang, and
I sighed, and picked the device up.
"Alan Parks? This is the downtown general hospital. Your wife has been
in an accident, can you get here right away?"
I got up, and gathered my picnic stuff quickly, and wondered if I had
the time to change back into my guy clothes. But I knew from experience
that this particular outfit would take me ten to twenty minutes to get
out of, so I gritted my teeth, and decided to just go. After struggling
to stay within the speed limit for ten minutes, I got to the hospital,
but it turned out, I might as well have taken the time to change into my
male clothes.
My wife and my unborn son were ... no more.
I staggered out of the hospital. I had tears in my eyes, and didnt watch
where I was going ....
I woke in the back of what looked like a police car.
My head hurt a little, but otherwise I was in pretty good shape
considering the last thing I remember was a truck about to hit me ....
I tried to engage the cop in the front seat, but he was a brick wall in
terms of conversation.
Without his input, I tried to figure out what was going on. Had I broken
the law in going out in a dress? I didn't think so, my town was pretty
progressive, and even had a gay pride parade every summer. Of course
there could still be some less enlightened cops, and one may have
decided to arrest me on "disturbing the peace" also known as "I dont
like you, so I'm taking you in on general principles."
Then I remembered what had happened at the hospital, and wept. I
couldnt take in my loss, and a wave of grief left me numb to what would
happen to me at the jail or wherever this officer was taking me.
I was still struggling with that feeling when I looked up and saw a sign
by the side of the road that made my blood turn cold.
It said, "Welcome to Ovid, Oklahoma."
There were two problems with that. One was I had been in Washington
state when I had woken up that morning, but even more serious than that
was the fact that Ovid didnt exist.
It was a fictional town in a series of stories I had read on a
transgender fiction site I had found once I realized my need to
crossdress wasnt going to just up and go away. What that meant for me
right now, I had no idea. I was dreaming, or dead, or mad or ....
Eventually, the policeman brought me to a what looked like an old
fashioned courthouse, and put me in the jail cell.
A short while later the lawyer showed up.
She's a pretty woman in her mid-forties, and from the stories I had
read, she had been a guy until she arrived in Ovid.
"You're in a lot of trouble."
"No kidding. My wife and unborn son died, I think I was hit by a truck,
and I'm stuck in a fictional town I used to read about. While wearing a
dress."
"Yes, well, some things are difficult to explain, or even understand.
But if you ...know about this place, you know who the Judge is, and what
he can do."
I nodded, and said, "And in my case, what will he do?"
"I... I dont know for sure. I've never seen him this angry. Anything
could happen."
I shrugged. If he turned me into a tree or cow or something, maybe it
would be mercy ....
I shuffled into the courtroom, and took the appropriate place, and
moments later the Judge walked in.
The stories dont do him justice. This amazing aura of power sits on him,
but knowing who he was supposed to be, I guess that's not shocking.
My lawyer looked worried and opened her mouth to speak, and then closed
it again.
"You are charged with reckless endangerment causing death. How do you
plead?"
"Who... whose death did I cause?"
"Your wife and unborn child."
"I .... I didnt kill them!"
"So you plead innocent. Well, let me give you the facts. While you were
out indulging your need to cross-dress, your wife went to a business
meeting in your place. On her way home she was mugged, and she died. You
should have been there."
I hung my head, but then I said, "But how could I have known something
like that was going to happen. I couldn't be with her every hour of
every day. She could have gotten mugged while I was in the bathroom or
something. How is it my fault she died?"
"You misunderstand. You were Fated to be there. She was not Fated to die
then, nor your son. In fact your son was Fated to live to adulthood and
be a major player in .... events to come."
"Then how could I have missed my fate?"
"We suspect it was the work of ... enemies of ours. What we need to know
is, did you work for them?"
"I would never have traded their lives for mine. If I had known, I would
have died in their place gladly."
A man I had not noticed stepped forward.
"He speaks truth. At least as far as he knows."
The Judge nodded, and said, "Then let my sentence be handed down."
And the world went black.
******
Next thing I knew, I was in what looked like a doctor's office, and a
pretty middle-aged lady in a white coat was checking my pulse.
She finished, and then said, "It was just a fainting spell, but I'm not
taking any chances, You're on bedrest until the baby comes."
"Ba... baby?"
I looked down at my belly, and there was no doubt.
I was a woman, and pregnant. Very, very pregnant.
"Yes, the baby is fine, And you will be too, if you just relax."
"I think I can help with that. As of now, I'm staying home to look after
my beautiful wife."
I looked at the man who had come into the room and spoke, and tried to
place him. He looked very familiar to me, but in my foggy state I was
having trouble figuring out what was going on. Then the doctor left, and
my "husband" sat beside me on the examining room cot, and said, "I
imagine you have a lot of questions. I cant answer all of them right
now, but please believe me things are going to be okay."
"I was in the courtroom, and then I was here, I'm having trouble
catching up to myself here. If I have figured it out right, I'm a woman,
I'm pregnant, and I'm married to you. What the heck happened?"
"I'll give you a lowdown on your new identity when we get home. But for
now, I just wanted to tell you .... I'm sorry I didnt understand why you
wanted to wear dresses."
"Al.. Alison?"
"Alan, now." She grinned at me.
"But ... you were dead...."
"So were you. We got better. It meant we had to switch places, but I
think you'll find that easier to cope with than most guys would."
I looked down at my belly, and said, "And ... the baby?"
"Our son. Just like he would have been if we hadn't come to Ovid."
I couldnt hold it in any longer. I bawled, wept, and cried until I had
no more tears left in me. I dont know if I was crying out of sorrow for
what I had put her through, or happiness for finding her again, or both,
but maybe that didnt matter.
When I finally stopped, my husband took me home, and showed me my new
life, and then showed me that even pregnant a girl can have a lot of fun
with her guy .....
So while my husband is sleeping I'm writing this down, for my little boy
to read when he's old enough, even if he thinks its a fairy tale.
And I'll never stop being grateful for this second chance.
I plan to make the most of it.
Lianne
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