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Caught in A Good Romance, 9 of 10
By Leslie Lowe
Chapter 9
Over the next few months, my life settled even more deeply into a
delightful routine of working for Elliott with the other girls in the
office, fully made-up and dressed-up as a girl, and working with Samantha
at her home and about town, when I was always a girl, even in jeans and
tee without makeup, and never called "he" a single time by anyone. I
loved every minute of it, especially my exciting and entertaining dates
with Lance, who just got better as we came to know one other well.
Despite our quick introduction to kissing and my being sexually assaulted
in the bar that night, my social life became rather asexual, as mine had
been for years, for not once did Lance even try to go beyond the petting
stage, which rather amazed me. And yet he was so affectionate! He loved
to cuddle with me and kiss me and get me aroused.
I felt like I was being primed and teased for a night of making the
ultimate sacrifice, and to tell the truth, I was ready! I sometimes
pleasured myself as I dropped off to sleep, thinking of being with Lance
in bed, touching and being touched, and so much more, envisioning myself
as becoming his woman and his wife, and dropping off afterward into a
dreamy sleep populated by flowers, white dresses, and of course, my
Lance. Samantha and her girlfriends led me along that path even farther
by taking me to ladies' sex shops and buying me adult toys, responding to
my complaints about the teasing by saying they were just treating me like
any other girlfriend.
I can remember exactly when I realized I had made the transition in my
heart, when I became totally a woman. Samantha and I had been in a
meeting with several accountants, working on our entertainment budget for
the coming year. She and I were the only girls in the group of five, so
when she asked for a potty break, naturally I joined her.
In the ladies' room, we did our business, each in a private stall, and
came together in front of the large, well-lit mirror at the sinks,
picking up our conversation as if we had not been interrupted by having
to pull everything down, sit, pee and dress ourselves again. This was
all so automatic to me. I reached into my purse for my compact and
lipstick of the day and touched up my nose and forehead with a bit of
powder. I opened my lipstick and carefully freshened my rosy lips,
checking to make sure none had transferred to my teeth.
Samantha was beside me, doing about the same thing, and we chatted with
each other into the mirror. It was a trivial conversation, but pleasant
as they always tended to be with Samantha, especially since I had become
a woman full-time with her. She said, "I love that dress on you, Kim."
I thanked her and took a better look at myself, saying, "I'm glad you
like it! I should shop for more of these empire-waisted dresses.
They're so comfortable and they make my legs look longer somehow."
Samantha picked up the thread and went on, suggesting boutiques I might
try and what the colors next season were likely to be, and so on.
But I really didn't hear her very well, because it was as if I had been
hit with a bolt of lightning, mentally, at that moment. I thought, I am
such an ordinary woman! I had become aware of how normal it all was now.
I looked at my dress, a bright magenta knit with cap sleeves and a flared
skirt. My face was thin and fine-featured, with minimal makeup and my
favorite lipcolor, Lancome "Wannabe," a creamy rose that went well with
my dress. My hair had grown fuller and was now unabashedly female, with
curls cascading down to my shoulder-blades, in my natural light auburn
color with a few highlights added by the stylist Samantha and I shared.
The look was all so natural, so unconscious--so who I really was! This
vision was not who I was playing, not a role but the real me. And it
wasn't an illusion!
"What?" Samantha said, seeing the shock on my face.
"I just realized that I really am a woman," I said.
"Well, duh," Samantha said, giggling. "Welcome home."
"And I just love the attention Lance and other men give me, and I like
his being so powerful and having all this money as a cushion. Am I
getting spoiled? Is this the best my life will ever be?" I asked her and
the Universe.
"Yes," Samantha said, "you are just like the rest of us. "Truly, say
hello to womanhood, baby doll."
I flugged out my hair. "I hope Lance likes my hair this way when he
returns from Russia today. I just had it done yesterday. I want it to
look pretty for him. He's been gone a whole week and I really miss him."
"Don't you worry about that! It's divine! Are you ready?" she said,
picking up her purse. "Are you scared when he travels?"
"Not too much. He takes security, you know. He was in Paris last night
anyway. And he texted me this morning."
"You mean sexted?"
"Have you been spying on me, girlfriend?" I said.
Hearing Samantha giggle, I shook myself out of the little patch of wispy
mental fog caused by my epiphany and grabbed my own purse. We left the
room arm-in-arm, smiling at Joyce when she passed us. "Do you think this
dress is too short for a white-tablecloth restaurant at night?" I asked
my friend and boss.
"No, it's fine. It's a bit casual, though. Is it just the two of you?"
"Yes. He said he had something he wanted to discuss."
"Is this like an oh-boy or an uh-oh?"
"He didn't sound the least bit negative," I said, "so I'm going with oh-
boy, but then I am a bit of a Pollyanna."
"You get that from your mom," Samantha said.
"So true!" My parents had visited and Elliott and Samantha had taken us
out, one of my few times in boy clothes in the last few weeks. My two
bosses were wonderfully sweet to my parents, singing my praises and
especially applauding my skills at "customer relations." Wink, wink, I
had thought. If they only knew!
"I want to hear all about it tomorrow at the tennis club," Samantha said.
"Am I going to be playing, or just doing back-up?" I asked, quickly
adding, "I'm fine either way!"
"I doubt it, but wear that little pink tennis dress I gave you just in
case we don't have our fourth, okay?"
"You're the boss!" I said with such giggling, bubbly irony that we both
had to laugh.
"Besides, you look so cute in it. Is that what you were thinking?"
"Guilty!" I said, as we arrived back at the conference room we had been
using. Budgets, ugh!
Samantha opened the door and motioned for me to enter first.
"Surprise!" a large crowd screamed. I saw Kim and Joyce and Mary and
Jane and so many of the other women I had become best friends with over
the last few months. There were a few men there, including Andy, a new
hire who had asked me for a date, having been out of the loop as to who I
was and who my boyfriend was. I treasured the moment when I told him
sweetly about my background and how much I appreciated the compliment,
since he was totally a hunk, and we had been friends ever since. "What
is going on, Andy?" I asked him as he hugged me.
"Samantha said not to tell!" he said, kissing me lightly on the lips.
All of them crowded up to hug and kiss me, telling me how much they loved
me and how glad they were that we were co-workers.
There were also several of the wealthy and very beautiful women Samantha
and I now knew as best friends, the ladies we did things with around
town, lunches on workdays, parties and shopping marathons on the
weekends. They were the sure-thing invitees to all our parties. "It's
so nice to see you, Alison," I said over the noise, hugging her. "How
are you, Theresa?"
Samantha raised both hands to quiet everyone down. "Thank you all for
responding to my hurried email invitation. You are the greatest! I
hereby declare this Kim Spencer Day at AMI, in recognition not only of
her birthday but also of her amazing contribution to our success this
year! I'm so sorry Elliott couldn't be here, but he sends his best
wishes to our Kim from London." She looked over at me fondly.
This was so surprising, because we had celebrated my birthday with
Elliott, Samantha and about ten of our friends more than a week before,
when Lance found out he had to travel today. Moved by all the trouble
Samantha had gone to, I began to sob, crying tears of joy, and the
crowded laughed at how comical this was, as it always is to see a woman's
happiness come out as tears. Here it was again; I was just being a girl!
"Women!" I heard a man say. And the laughter that followed was so
loving! My transgendered nature somehow added to these moments of
feminine display, as if they thought my performance was so special
because I had started out with a blue baby blanket instead of a pink one.
Only I fully knew the deep truth, that this was not a performance, and
that all my male life before AMI had been one. The fact that I had not
known how much of my real life was missing before I realized I was a
woman did not dim in the least the joy of my self-discovery over the last
few months.
Samantha stopped to help me save my eye makeup, pampering me like her
daughter, which I was in so many ways. Someone handed her a tissue, and
she dabbed at my cheeks. Everyone did the "Aawww" sound to acknowledge
how cute we were together, how touching our love for each other was. My
heart swelled in my breast. I did love Samantha and Elliott and all my
new friends so much, and they all loved me for who I really was!
Samantha stepped away and raised a hand, to get everyone's attention
again. "As I was saying before crybaby Kim rudely interrupted me," she
said, laughing and nodding in appreciation for the responsive laughter
from the audience, "it's a cliche to say someone has grown in the job,
but all superlatives are inadequate to describe what Kim has done with
her life and what she has done for our company. It is fair to say that
many of you received bonuses half again as large because of Kim's
willingness to be a team player. The fact that she loves this role and
was born to be here with us living just as she is does not take anything
away from her courage and her beautiful giving spirit, which along with
her many other gifts has made it possible for her to pull this off. I
give you Kim, our special girl for the day!"
# # #
That night at Return to Siam, our favorite Thai place, Lance pulled out
my chair and thanked the waiter for holding his as he sat down.
"Please, Lance, don't keep me in suspense a moment longer?"
"Shouldn't we have a drink before we talk business?" he said.
"Business?"
"Sort of." He looked up at the waitress, who walked around from behind
me. "Ardbeg, double," he said, "and the lady will have a Tanqueray and
tonic."
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I asked.
"Maybe," he said, smiling. He took my hand in his gentle but very strong
grip. "I love you, Kim."
"I love you, too, Lance," I said. "Thank you for everything you've done
for me!"
"Really?" he asked, sounding serious.
"Yes!" I said emphatically, unafraid. I guess I had become secure in our
relationship. He had given me no reason whatsoever to doubt him. But
then I thought about it, and added, "Why?"
The waitress put our drinks down.
Lance offered a toast, "To us!"
I acknowledged it, but immediately added, "Now please, what is it?"
"What we're about to discuss has ruined relationships, so I'm concerned,"
he said, not the sort of thing one ever heard from Lance, a natural risk-
taker as much as I was a natural scaredy cat.
"Go for it, my darling. You have nothing to fear. I have nothing to
fear. Our every moment together has been sublime! If it were to end
tomorrow, I couldn't complain."
"That's the last thing I want," Lance said. "I guess I started badly.
Here's the thing, Kim. My lawyers have advised me that we need a, well,
sort of a prenuptial agreement."
"We haven't even discussed nup or nupt--whatever!" I said, trying to keep
it light.
"It's like this. You know I've never been married, but they tell me that
the time to come to an understanding is before one of us proposes, before
we have even decided to propose, or discussed our long-term relationship
too much."
"Why?"
"I know you well enough and trust you enough to say this. The lawyers
told me not to tell you, but I know you and they don't."
"What is it you're not supposed to tell me?"
"They said you probably already have a right to some sort of palimony."
"Oh, Lance, I would never--I mean you have done so much for me, and, oh
my God, do you actually think--"
"No," he said, patting my hand. "Calm down. These asshole lawyers don't
know you! For all they know, you could be some gold digger, and they
know you're a special girl, so that sort of ramps up the speculation, you
know?"
"Totally," I said, "but I promise you--"
"Can I tell you what they suggested, before you make any promises?"
"Yes," I said, sipping my G&T. "I'm listening, sweetheart."
"They recommended basically a three-part agreement. If our relationship
hits certain, uh, milestones, you'll have legal rights to financial
benefits, and in the agreement, you trade the palimony rights and any
later marital rights for that security. See what I mean?"
"I think so," I said, smiling and sipping my drink. I was watching this
girl two tables over and wondering where she got her purse. I loved it!
Lance cleared his throat and continued. "First, a three million dowry to
your parents. Second, a three million severance payment increasing by
one million for each year or part of a year we are together." He stopped
and looked at my face. "What is it, Kim?"
I was sitting there in shock, one hand on each cheek, separated by wide-
open mouth. Then I choked and began to cough.
Lance jumped to his feet, helped me take a sip of water and patted my
back. "Are you okay?"
"I hope number three doesn't give me a heart attack!" I said.
Lance laughed and squeezed my hand. "The last part is that the part two
amount is doubled if I divorce you, instead of you divorcing me. Oh, and
there's a cap, thirty million dollars."
"No deal," I said. "That's four parts." I was giggling and playing
around because I had realized he could not possibly be serious. He was a
kidder. He loved to tease me, and expose me to friendly people as a
transwoman, and see their reaction, their disbelief, and he could be a
bit rough, but I had come to understand that he was just a man, one who
by nature wasn't as sensitive as we women.
"You don't believe me, do you, Kim?"
"Of course I believe you, dear. Can you throw in tonight's dinner, or
should I put it on my expense account? Elliott is always chastising me
for not entertaining you more!"
"Really?" Lance said. "I like that guy! What did you say?"
"I told him to ask you how entertaining I was."
"Good for you. But you can pay if you want. God knows Elliott can
afford it. But wait a minute! You changed the fucking subject!"
"I did, didn't I?" I touched his face with my open palm and tugged him
toward me, so I could plant a tender little kiss on his lips.
"You're getting drunk already, aren't you?"
"Maybe a little bit," I said.
"You're a cheap date. So let's get this clear before you're in la-la
land. That's the deal I'm offering you. They're going to find you an
independent lawyer. I told them to get a woman, one who had a reputation
for being sensible but tough. And we'll sign it before we begin to
discuss what's next, okay?"
"Whatever you say, dear," I said, not really believing it and yet all
excited about three million dollars for my parents! Even if this was a
joke and a fantasy, it was a happy one for now. "And Lance, thank you so
much for thinking of my parents! I'm so glad they liked you."
"Yes, that was nice. They did seem to like me, your so-called golfing
buddy! Yeah, sure I am. But they are nice people, Kim, and they would
be fine if they knew the full truth. I like them. My parents would have
liked them. Your dad reminds me of my own."
"Thank you!"
"Anyway, we have our deal," Lance said. "I'm glad we have that settled.
Let's look at the menu."
"I'm thinking prawns in green curry," I said.
"Share?"
"Of course! I have to watch my figure, you know."
"Yeah, right," Lance said. "I've gained ten pounds eating your
leftovers."
And so went the night, simple and rather typical for us, until much
later, as I lay in bed in my short blue gown, when I began to fantasize
that Lance's prenuptial idea was real.
Within a week, the deal was done, just as Lance had proposed. It only
took that long because my lawyer couldn't believe he was such a straight
shooter. But then I realized that nothing had really changed, because
the one thing he had not proposed was marriage, or even a live-in
arrangement, two of the major "milestones," as the lawyers called them,
and I was enough of a girl by then to know that this was not my call, as
much as I thought I loved my man and loved being his girl. Still,
somehow I felt no urgency and no worry.
Except for my parents. Telling them worried me a lot!
# # #
Christmas was coming, so I packed the few boy clothes I had left and flew
back home to be with my parents for the holiday.
It was strange to go to the same old places and have them feel so new and
different. They were not different, but I was. Now I noticed the things
that women noticed, because I had begun to think like a woman, having
lived almost totally as a woman for several months. Arriving early on
Christmas Eve, and biding my time until the day after the holiday, when I
was committed to tell them about my weird love-life, I employed my
theatrical training in reverse, doing a pretty good job of pretending to
be a male of the species.
Yet I lived these hours in my old room, or out at home and around town
with my parents, harboring a feeling of impending doom. Because the main
reason for my trip was to break the news that their son was, well, their
daughter.
Christmas day was fine, and I enjoyed the challenge of acting like a man
as we visited with family and friends, making the rounds, overeating,
wishing I could join the other ladies in the kitchen instead of
pretending to watch a football game while sitting with the men who were
actually watching it.
It's all so laughable now, because a surprise was waiting for me when I
sat my mother and father down the next morning to tell them. Almost
before I could get started, my dad said, "We know, Kim."
"Why didn't you let him tell you himself?" Mom said to Dad.
My father looked at her and shrugged, holding his hands up the
international sign of frustration. "Well, he was looking so worried, and
I love my son," he said, getting up slowly, his ancient arms and
shoulders still able to give me a bone-crushing hug. "Your boyfriend
came and talked to us."
"What?" I said, shocked and a bit angry. "Lance came and talked to you
about me, about us, and didn't even tell me?"
"We asked him not to, Kim," my mom said. "We didn't want you to have to
go through this with us until you were ready to tell us yourself."
"What did you all talk about?" I needed to know what they knew. I
didn't want to presume or be caught in an accidental revelation that
might shock them even more.
"Lance flew in and took us out to dinner. He told us about himself. All
about himself."
"Really?" I said, with a dramatic arc to my voice, noticing I had already
slipped into my feminine ways, because I was so focused on the
conversation and aware that they knew of my female life.
My dad nodded sagely. "Yes, he's had a rough life. Especially for a
rich kid. But he's a nice guy, you know?"
"I know."
They both laughed.
"Then he talked about you, how you were set up, and--"
"He used those words, 'set up'?"
"Yes," mom said. "But he also explained why, and how Elliott and
Samantha told you everything, and he did too, and how nobody made you do
anything, or promised you anything for, uh,--"
"Sex? Like a whore?"
They looked at me quizzically.
"I'm sorry," I said, "for being so dramatic. Actually, there hasn't been
any sex, which is amazing. He told you we haven't, uh, done the deed?"
"Yes, and he seemed sincere," mom said. "He's a nice man, Kim."
"I know!" I said.
Now we all laughed.
I looked at them. "So why did he say he was talking to you?"
My father answered. "He said he didn't want anybody, especially us, to
get the wrong idea, him being a filthy rich ex-con and all. He wanted to
make sure that if you decided to, you know, be with him--"
"As a girl," I said, for emphasis, almost shocked myself to hear it out
loud.
"Yeah, that too," dad said, also having some difficulty with the idea of
having a daughter now, not to mention imagining her in bed with a brute
like Lance. "Anyway, he didn't want you to lose your parents just to be
with him, that's what he said."
"Wow!" I said, tears forming in my eyes.
My mom gave me a hug, and yes, it felt like a mother-daughter hug. "Oh,
my poor baby!" she said, smoothing my ridiculously long hair, fooling no
one as a boy's low ponytail.
"So what did you tell him?"
"Tell him, honey," my mother said. "Or should I say tell her?"
"I told him you were our one and only child and we had always loved you
and always would love you, and that if you wanted to be a woman, half the
population of the world seems to make it work just fine."
"At least in the more enlightened countries," I said.
"There is that," mom said to me, woman-to-woman. "Those poor girls in--"
"But the point is--" Dad said, interrupting her, about to repeat what he
had said, as he so often did.
"Hey Dad?" I said, in my girlish voice, which was really my most natural
voice now, "I get it! I'm your girl, and you love me anyway!"
"You said it, sister!" he said, laughing and hugging me and mom both.
After I dried my eyes and had a sip of water and we had all collected
ourselves, I said, "I have one last question."
"What?" they both said.
"Did he mention money?"
"Not really, but he did say he was well off, and I looked him up on the
Internet after he left and, well, you know."
"Yeah, he's loaded. As long as I'm with him, I'll be taken care of." I
was not about to tell them of the dowry provision just to have them
disappointed when Lance met a real woman and sent me packing and I came
back to them crying, facing a life as a poor and lonely t-girl. Yes, I
felt safe and loved with Lance, but I had never imagined he would be
satisfied with me for long, since he was the world's most eligible
bachelor with literally thousands of women panting for him. And I was
woman enough to be ever mindful that he had not in fact proposed
marriage.
"Don't let him take advantage of you, young lady!" mom said in mock
seriousness.
"I'll do my best," I said. "Thank you both so much for loving me no
matter what. I'm very happy right now, and whatever this turns out to
be, it will be great material for a book one day!"
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