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A COP CALLED THELMA
By Betty Noone
Cal Buckner, 56 years of age, 5'11" and weighing in at slightly over 200
pounds is a cop. He has been on the force 30 years, starting out as a
beat cop and now he is a detective (3d Grade) in the homicide division.
He could have pulled the plug and retired after 25 years on the job, but
he liked being a cop. Also, the longer he could stay on the force, the
better his retirement benefits would be. As a cop he had to develop an
armor to protect himself psychologically as some of the things they have
to deal with are hard to take. He still tried to take care of his body,
going to the gym and working out, but time will take its toll and he
found that trying to keep his weight to a trim figure was a losing
battle. Besides, there was always a box of doughnuts at the coffee
table in the station house.
His wife, Judy, also worked at the station as a 911 operator. That is
where they met, dated, courted, and eventually married twenty two years
ago. They both wanted kids, but it just never seemed to happen. Over
the years as well as being in a job that is sedentary, Judy gained more
than a little weight. She was not obese by any means, but she was no
longer a sylph. Between the two incomes they lived quite well. They
had a nice three bedroom home, and each had a late model car. They ate
out once a week, usually on Fridays. As with a lot of cops, most of
their friends were what they called, "on the job". In other words,
cops. At home, their life was not particularly exciting.
Judy was always anxious to hear about the latest case that he was
working on, and so many times they were so gruesome that he refused to
talk about it when at home. He didn't want to talk about it even to
remind himself of it. So, often they had little to talk about with each
other. But they had their television after dinner and usually by
10:30P.M. they were in bed. It was not an exciting home life, but they
got along well together and were comfortable with each other.
Their jobs called for them to be computer-savvy, so they were quite
capable of operating the computer. If Judy was watching a 'chick' show
that Cal was not particularly interested in, such as, "Dancing with the
Stars". Cal would go to the den and play games on the computer.
Solitaire was one of his favorites.
Their sex life was sporadic. Neither one of them had the libido that
they had in their youth. So when it happened, it happened sort of by
accident, but not because either one of them was demanding it. They
enjoyed it, but the passions of youth had already faded away.
They did it once a month, and sometimes not even that. They slept in
the same bed most nights. The exceptions were when Cal was out late on
a case and came home very late. Not wanting to disturb Judy's sleep he
would sleep in the guest room.
One night when it came time to get ready for bed, Cal discovered that he
had no clean pajamas. He did not like to sleep in his under-shorts.
He had two piece pajamas that he wore every night for as long as he
could remember. But not this night. Judy had a trying day at work and
when she came home she was pressed to make dinner, and simply forgot to
do the laundry. It has been a long time since Cal spoke harshly to
Judy, but he was upset, but Cal was a man of habits. And he liked his
pajamas. It would have taken an hour and a half at least for the soiled
PJ's to be washed and dried, and Cal had an early call and needed to get
to sleep. Finally in frustration, Judy threw one of her long nylon
nightgowns at him, saying, "Here, you can wear this."
"What's this?" he demanded.
"One of my nightgowns. You can wear it for tonight. It is large enough
to fit you."
"I can't wear one of your nightgowns," he protested.
"Don't be a baby. It is just for tonight. You will find it nice and
silky."
He undressed and slipped on the gown. Judy laughed at him, because he
put the gown on with the back side to the front, and she had to help him
take it off, and put it back on properly. The gown was full and he had
no trouble getting into it. The hem fell to just below his knees.
"There," Judy said. "Isn't that better?"
Cal stood at the side of the bed and began to shiver. "Judy,
something's wrong.
I feel funny.", he said.
"What do you mean, funny?"
"I am shivering."
"Do you think you are catching cold?"
"No. It's different than that. It is the gown. It is making me
shiver."
"Are you hurting?"
"No. I can't explain it. But I like it. Look. Look at me. I have
become excited."
With that he pointed to his groin which showed his now enlarged penis
was making a tent in the material of the gown.
"Well," Judy said, "let's do something about that then." She took him
by the hand, turned off the lights and they proceeded to have sex with
a ferocity that they hadn't had in years. He was the forceful one, and
she responded in kind. During this time there was little conversation,
but lots of kissing, fondling, moaning, and orgasms. Two orgasms within
a half hour. They hadn't done that in many years. Afterward they were
so sweaty that they had to get up and take showers. They showered
together, again for the first time in a long time. When they got back
to bed, both in their nightgowns, they promptly fell sound asleep,
holding each other.
In the morning at breakfast, Judy started the conversation.
"Wow. Some night, eh?"
"I don't know what happened, Jude, but when I put on the gown, I felt so
different. I can't explain it."
"Then I guess you won't want to wear it again tonight", she said.
"Oh, no. I want to wear it. I haven't felt that horny in such a long
time. Would you mind?"
"Of course not, dear. Why should I?"
One does not know what key unlocks certain locks. That night Cal again
put on the gown, and again had a giant erection and again they had
magnificent sex. At that age one cannot keep up that kind of regimen
night after night, so it came down to a routine of about sex once a
week. A lot more than before, for sure. Cal continued to wear the
nightgowns. He gave up his pajamas. He couldn't understand it, but it
felt so good on him, and horny, too. By the end of the week, Judy
purchased three long nylon gowns in his size, and two shorties. When
she gave them to him, he did not protest, and mumbled, "Thanks, honey, I
appreciate that."
It didn't take long thereafter when he would change to his gown after
dinner and join Judy to watch TV. Judy was happy for his company and
although she was aware of it, she did not comment how he did not object
any longer to watching 'her' shows while he was so dressed. So for most
of the evening he would be in his nightgown. Cal did not try to act
femininely. He wore his regular slippers, and still was 'Cal'. But he
did show that his new preference for sleepwear was ladies' nightgowns.
One night, Judy was searching the web and found a store that sold large
size women's clothes, the ad even said, 'suitable for men.'. She saw
pictures of Caftan's in different styles and colors. Judy thought that
Cal would find them more comfortable to wear in the evening than the
nightgowns, (he could always slip on the nightgown at bedtime). They
came paired with flat heeled jeweled sandals. Judy did not realize that
she was at a store that specialized for clothing for transvestites or
cross-dressers. She bought two caftans and also ordered a pair of
sandals in Cal's size. She couldn't wait for them to arrive so that she
could present them to her hubby. FedEx delivered the package on Friday
morning, leaving it outside their door as they were both at work. When
Judy came home she was happy to see the delivery and when she opened the
box she was pleased that the quality of the product was as advertised.
She couldn't wait until she gave Cal his present.
That night after the dishes were done and put away, she accompanied her
husband to the bedroom where he was going to change.
"Just a minute, my pet," Judy said.
"What?"
"I have a present for you." she said, handing him the ribbon covered
gift box. He opened it up, and took out one of the Caftans (Judy hung
up the other one in his closet) and as he took it out of the box, the
jeweled sandals fell out of the box onto the floor.
"What is this?" Cal asked, not unkindly.
"Instead of wearing your night gown at night, I thought I would get you
something more appropriate. You can change to your gown when you get
into bed. And the slippers go with it. Don't you like it?"
"Jude, I do. I don't know why I do, but I do. I cannot tell you how
wearing these things makes me feel. I don't feel girly, but wearing
them excites me, and makes me feel good."
"I know," Judy replied.
"But don't you think the sandals are a bit much?"
"They go with the outfit. I got them in your size. I think they will
look cute, but if you don't want to wear them, you don't have to."
"It's O.K. I can at least try them on."
And with that he slipped the sandals on his feet and found them a good
fit when he tightened the straps. He slipped the nylon caftan over his
head, and looked in the mirror, "Saying, thank you, hon. It does look
much nicer."
"I think the outfit is missing something," Judy said, and went to her
dresser drawer and after a little rummaging about, pulled out a white
pleated cloth turban. She placed it on Cal's head, saying, "There,
that's much nicer. Look in the mirror, honey, what do you think?"
"Am I getting a little girly here?" Cal asked her.
"Answer me. How does it feel?"
"I like it."
"Like it, or do you love it?" she teased.
"All right. I love it. You know, this is getting me excited. You are
going to get yours tonight," he challenged.
And Judy responded, "I hope so." The new clothes again excited Cal, and
the sex that night was almost as intense as the first time.
The next morning, being a Saturday, they had an unusual day off at the
same time. At the breakfast table, Cal wanted to talk.
"What is happening to me, Jude? What is it about feminine clothes that
is driving me crazy? Doesn't it bother you that I am in dresses every
night as soon as I come home? I don't feel like a woman, at least I
don't think I do. I don't prance trying to act like one either, do I?"
He looked at his wife questionably.
"I am not a psychiatrist, Cal. I don't know why it affects you as it
does. I will say, the sex is good and you really are a lot nicer when
you are wearing these clothes than before. We spend a lot more time
together. We cuddle more, we do things together more, we are enjoying
each other more. What is the harm? Who cares?
"Yeah,I guess you are right."
After several months, Judy was teasing Cal while they were watching 'The
Golden Girls' reruns, she playfully painted his mouth with lipstick.
"What are you doing, Jude?"
"Don't be a pussy. Let's have some fun. Would you go upstairs, take a
close shave, and let me put some makeup on you?"
"Are you serious?"
"C'mon. I bet it will be fun. I want to see just how pretty I can make
you."
There was something inside of Cal that wanted to do it. But something
told him that he shouldn't. And he resisted. But this night, Judy was
persistent and they went upstairs. Judy watched him as he shaved.
They she sat him down at the vanity and began to make up his face. She
blocked out his eyebrows with 'erase' and reformed them with an eyebrow
pencil. She put liquid foundation on his face and rubbed it in until
his skin was smooth. She attached false eyelashes to his lids and then
with a little blusher and red lipstick she was through. She re-attached
his turban placed a pair of crystal clip on earrings on his earlobes,
and then had him stand before the full mirror at the closet. Wearing his
caftan and sandals.
"Ta Da", Judy exclaimed.
Cal, seeing himself, could not help it. He immediately got an erection.
It was evident by the lump at his groin. Laughing, Judy said he must
like it, because look how excited he became. Cal was confused. He
never had makeup on before. The colors and the smells were new to him.
He did not look feminine. He was too big and his face was too masculine
to ever be able to pass as a woman. But he knew that he liked it. He
liked it a lot. He liked the smell of it. He liked it more than he was
prepared to admit to Judy at this time. And he could not explain it.
"Judy, something is happening to me."
"What is it, dear?"
"I think I like the way you made me look."
"Well, you sort of do look cute."
"No, Judy. I mean it. I haven't been able to say this before, but I
don't think I could give up wearing my new clothes anymore. And
something happened just now when you put the makeup on me. I want to
wear it. I want to wear it a lot. I feel comfortable. Maybe too
comfortable."
"Oh, my." Judy said. "I hope I didn't open up a can of worms."
But she did. What started out as teasing and fun, suddenly became
serious. Judy wasn't sure that she was going to like it. The next
night Cal came down in his caftan and slippers and with make up on
having applied them by himself. He used Judy's makeup and botched it
pretty badly. He didn't know how to properly makeup his eyebrows. and
the false eyelashes were hanging down. His mouth, painted with lipstick
was not outlined properly. He was a mess. Judy knew she had to be very
careful in how she treated Cal at this moment. She did not make fun of
him, but said that she would help him, took him by the hand and led him
back upstairs. She had him wash his face from the cosmetics and then
she sat him down and re-applied them. This time explaining to him what
she was doing and how she was doing it. She wanted him to pay
attention, so that shortly he should be able to apply them himself,
should he want to.
Judy realized she went too far with this game. She really didn't want
her Cal to be feminine and pretty. Well, as pretty as you could make
him. She didn't mind his Caftan's and gowns but this was a step beyond.
But the cat was now out of the box. The next night Cal asked Judy if
she would purchase cosmetics for his own use, and she said she would.
He also asked her if she would buy hm a regular housedress and stockings
for him to wear. He also requested her to shop for shoes with at least
a two inch heel. And when the catalogue came for ladies' wigs, they
selected a short bob, auburn wig. It was only $39.95. He decided that
he wanted to look more feminine than before.
Concerned, Judy began to search the web and found sites that had stories
of cross-dressers. What she read was how most of those in the stories
were humiliated and shamed by being dressed as females. But she realized
that this wasn't the case with Cal. He felt no shame dressed as he was
each night. He would have answered the doorbell when it rang, if Judy
would have let him. He didn't care. He was who he was.
During working hours, Cal was still Cal. A cop. A tough cop. But as
soon as he came home, he showered, shaved and changed. He had yet to
ask to be called by a feminine name, but Judy was concerned that would
be next. The sexual activity between them subsided to nothing, because
Judy realized that she was no longer having sex with her husband but
with a woman and she didn't want that. Cal and Judy had many heart to
heart conversations about it, and Cal bluntly told her that he could not
give up his dressing up. Judy told him that she would not have sex
under those conditions. It didn't take long for him to move into the
guest room permanently along with his clothes.
The straw that broke the camel's back was when he announced that he
would like to be called 'Thelma.' while at home. Judy told him that she
couldn't and wouldn't do that, and that he should seek counseling. Cal
told her that he didn't need counseling, he liked who he was. He
realized that he could never go out in public as no matter what he did,
he could never pass as a woman. Not even on a moonless night at
midnight. Judy was concerned that his fellow cops would find out and
she suggested that he put in for retirement. He said he would think
about it. She was concerned that when she wasn't home he would answer
the door without having any qualms about it. He didn't care who knew.
Judy asked about and found someone who recommended a therapist who
specialized in sexual dysfunctional problems. She made an appointment
and took off from work. The session was to be fifty minutes, but she
had so much to say to the doctor, and the doctor was fascinated with her
story, so that the one session merged into two sessions. What she found
out was that there was no such thing as a successful healing from cross-
dressing. The professionals no longer considered it a disease, but they
also realized that no amount of therapy will change the outlook of the
patient. There have been publicized cases, particularly by anti-gay
churches and institutions that claimed to have 'cured' the habit, but in
reality, sooner or later they all relapsed. This was not good news for
Judy. She had hoped that she could induce her Cal to attend therapy but
she now realized that there was nothing she could do about it. She felt
a little guilty that she was the one who started him on it, but how
could she know? Now that he loves to wear women's clothes, and has
graduated to cosmetics, wigs, and a new name, he was beyond the ability
of the medical professionals to change him.
After the session with the therapist, Judy did not know what to do.
What started out as fun, and later turned into great sex, was now a
serious problem. Cal now spent hours at the mirror looking at himself.
He also spent hours on the computer web-sites and chat rooms looking to
find people as himself. He knew he had a compulsion to wear the women's
clothing, but he also still did not try to act fully female, which sort
of made him look ridiculous. But he, unlike so many others, did not
have any shame about his condition. He knew that he could not reveal
this activity to anyone at the police department, they are so macho,
they would not understand. He had no trouble shopping at stores to buy
a dress or shoes or anything else. Gradually his wardrobe increased.
The situation at home went from bad to worse. Judy found that she could
not tolerate the newfound personality of her husband and they soon found
that they had little communication between them anymore. There was no
more fun. She knew that he was sexually aroused when dressed and that
since she was not participating she suspected, and rightfully so, that
he was masturbating. Which indeed he was. After all these years of
marriage, he was reduced to masturbating while fantasizing. And he
didn't care.
The break came when he came home one evening and announced that he put
in for retirement. He did this without consulting Judy and she was
really upset about it. It soon became apparent that they could no
longer live in the same house together. Judy forced herself to sit in
the same room with 'Thelma' and discuss the possibilities of their
separation. They decided that they would split it fairly, down the
middle, fifty fifty. After all those years of a decent marriage, even
with the rancor on Judy's part, neither side wanted to take advantage of
the other. Each partner had a vested retirement program with the Police
Department so that they could live reasonably comfortable separately.
The house would be sold, and the equity be split. They would each have
to move and find an apartment. The furniture would be divided as best
they could so that neither one of them would have to invest heavily in
new furnishings. It was as civil as they could make it.
The separation was difficult for Judy. She still had guilt that she was
the one who started it all. She still loved her husband, she just
didn't know where he was. And she found that she had to make a new
life, find new friends, and new interests, without Cal.
And in time she did. There were other ladies at the station who were
divorced, separated or widows. Those working as policemen have a much
greater divorce rate than the regular population, so finding other
divorced women was not difficult. Soon she was part of a group of
similar women, and she learned to adjust.
It must have started before, but Cal began to realize after he moved
into his new apartment that 'Thelma' was a real person. She had her own
sense of style, her own sense of taste and her own way of doing things.
Cal was comfortable with it, and allowed it to happen, even if he did
not understand it. It was as if this woman, 'Thelma' took over Cal's
mind. He looked like Cal from the outside, but inside he was becoming
Thelma, more and more, day by day.
He found that he decorated his new apartment to Thelma's taste. There
were curtains in the windows. The bed had a pretty embroidered
coverlet. There was a lacy bed skirt about the bed and frilly pillow
shams. Each morning, Thelma would carefully make the bed.
Thelma loved to eat different foods in a different manner. The old Cal
would gobble a hamburger, swig his beer from the bottle, and most likely
eat it at the kitchen sink. Thelma insisted on setting proper place
settings, and having a glass of chilled white wine with dinner. Fish
and chicken were more on the menu than red meat. Thelma would sit at
the dining room table, eat slowly, while reading a book or listening to
music on the radio. The macho cop was slowly disappearing.
When Cal went out he wore his usual men's clothes. Even Thelma knew
that he could not 'pass'. But he now wore these clothes only because he
had to. He always was reluctant to take off his feminine finery and don
the heavy, ugly clothes of a male. He now felt that he was merely
pretending to be Cal on the outside. But that did not prevent him from
shopping. Cal discovered he loved to shop. Many a Sunday he would
walk the mall and window shop the women's stores. Unless you go into a
specialty store where there is a saleslady in attendance, (and they
wouldn't have his size anyway) shopping at a department store is easy.
No-one assists you anymore. You browse the racks. You can put the
garment against your body to see if it will fit, and nobody watches.
The only thing you cannot do is try them on at the store. But the
liberal return policy takes care of that. After you make your selection
you bring the garment to the checkout counter where the sales girl, who
has aching feet from standing on them eight hours a day, and could care
less why you are buying it, will process the sale, mechanically say,
"Thank you, come again," and you are on your way. Nobody cares.
Thelma's wardrobe went beyond outer clothing. He has long since been
wearing panties full time, but that was the only feminine garment he
wore on the outside. But at home he now had and was wearing bras.
Thelma said that you have to wear a bra in order for the dress or blouse
to fit properly.
Buying shoes was also easy. It would draw attention to go into the
women's section and try on shoes. But with the internet you didn't have
to. So soon Thelma acquired a nice selection of shoes, even a pair of
high heeled boots.
As for Thelma. He never learned to act like a real woman. He didn't
know how to sit, or hold his hands properly. But it didn't matter,
because he was unable to dress up except for himself. He did learn the
basics of keeping house. He had to learn how to cook. He discovered
that if you can read, you can cook. Just follow the recipe. He learned
how to use the washing machine and dryer and to change the bed linens
regularly. When he went outside the house he was always dressed as a
man, and portrayed himself as a man. But at home, as soon as he entered
the door he became Thelma.
One would think that becoming a recluse would be tiring. But Thelma
never tired of dressing up, admiring himself. He constantly tried
different looks, and he found great enjoyment from the internet and the
websites for TV's. He never tried to meet anyone else, male or female.
His sexual orientation remained heterosexual, but his fantasies were
not. One would think that he would tire of such a limited life, but in
fact, he did not. He did not understand it, but he loved being Thelma.
He realized how much he sacrificed to do so. But he didn't care.
There were times that he thought of going to a club that catered to
TV's, but he had experience with them as a cop from time to time. He
found that most of them were dreary places, and unless you were looking
to hook-up with another man it was not the place to be. Thelma would
probably welcome sex with another, but only as a woman, with another
woman. He wondered if this made him a lesbian? But he never went out,
and he stopped talking on the chat rooms as Thelma decided it was too
risky, so he stayed by himself.
Once in a while, Cal (Thelma) and Judy would happen to meet on the
street, and the conversation between them was strained. Each time they
met, Judy saw that Cal was more fit than the previous time. He did not
pluck his brows but he trimmed them so that they were neat. He allowed
his fingernails to be manicured and painted them with clear polish so
that they had a shine, but without any color. He obviously lost some
weight and Judy thought he looked quite fit. If only he wasn't Thelma,
she thought. Each had settled into their new life, and as time passes,
the old fades away. They always wished each other luck as they said
good-by not knowing if and when they would ever meet again.
So the life that they once planned on together in their golden years
never came to pass. Thelma was far more content with her life than was
Judy. Judy had regrets but Thelma did not. Life is strange. It has
many twists and turns, and it often does not turn out as planned.
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