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A Life Accidentally Planned
Chapter five The Happy Dance
We drove out of the city without incident. I fell asleep as we got on the
four lane headed north. We were beyond immediate discovery and between
the fuzzy head, the time of night and the stress, I was worn out I guess.
I awoke to Angela, well Andy the way she was dressed, stroking my hair
and putting a kiss on my forehead. I was curled up on the rear seat with
my head in Andy's lap. I slowly sat up and straightened the skirt of my
dress, found my shoes on the floor and put them on. Betty turned around
in the front seat, "You should fix your face and hair." I didn't know
why, but I reached into my purse and took my brush to my hair. Then I
took my powder compact and using the mirror, touched up my makeup.
We were almost there. Familiar farms, shops and taverns went by in the
early morning darkness. I looked at the small Timex England watch on my
left wrist. It was almost three in the morning. I was still fuzzy, but I
was also relieved. I giggled a slight giggle. "What?" asked Bruce.
"I was just thinking. We are about to arrive a few houses from my old
house and I'm in a dress." I grinned and giggled again.
"Yeah, well what should Cindy arrive dressed in?" Andy chuckled and
stroked his hand through my hair.
"Look," Bruce broke in. "I called ahead so they know we're coming. Mom
should have something to eat and somewhere to sleep. There are going to
be some other people there, I'll do the talking. Cindy, they may ask you
some questions and want you to sign some papers. Just do what they ask
and all will be fine. We can hide out here for a bit. Ok Cindy?"
"Yes, that is ok." It was another reflexive answer. I'd been doing a good
deal of that recently.
Down the familiar street and a left into the drive, Bruce turned off the
car and turned in his seat. "Cindy, you and Andy go inside. Randy and I
will get the luggage. Go in and do what mom says."
"Yes, ok," was all I could muster. Andy had gone round the car and opened
my door. I swung my legs out, took his awaiting hand and stood. I
straightened my petticoat and dress, flicked my hair out of my eyes and
began to walk toward the kitchen door that I saw was opening. Bruce's
mother came onto the small landing and smiled, "Ah Cindy, don't you look
wonderful. Do come in." She put and arm around my shoulder as I reached
the top of the steps and led me through the door. "Now welcome home and
you just call me momma from now on. Understand Cindy?"
"Yes momma."
"Now where are you?"
"I'm home momma."
"Now you just sit here at the kitchen table and let us take care of the
rest."
"Yes momma." I straightened my dress under me and sat down. Bruce and
Randy came in with the luggage. I saw a pink suitcase and my strong box.
I wanted to ask about my money, but couldn't. I just sat and watched.
Momma came back, "Would you like something to drink dear? Here have a
glass of wine and take these, they'll help you feel better." She handed
me what looked like a handful of pills and a glass of white wine. I felt
more like a Russian boiler maker, but couldn't say so. The wine and the
pills would have to do.
I heard voices from the living room down the hall, but couldn't make it
all out. There was something about a family in a car accident and papers
and cover stories and such. I sat and sipped, fussing to make sure my
crossed legs were covered. Anon, momma came in with a woman who sat down
across from me and opened a briefcase. Momma sat next to me, refilled my
glass, put her arm around me and a hand on my nearest shoulder. She
looked at me and smiled. "Now we have some paperwork to do, so Cindy, do
what Marsha tells you to do."
"Yes momma." I had to say that for some reason. I smiled at momma and
then looked at Marsha, the lawyer.
Marsha looked me. "So are you ready?"
"Yes Marsha."
"You do want to do this?"
"Yes Marsha."
"Do you understand? Are you in control of your faculties?"
"Yes Marsha." I thought I was. I understood what was being said by
others, it was me I was having trouble understanding. Why was I so
compliant?
Momma leaned into whisper something. "I want you to answer everything as
Cindy. Do you understand?"
"Yes momma." I did in a way. Her request lifted the veil of doubt I was
having. I now understood. Cindy understood that she should follow the
lead of momma and Marsha.
Papers were pushed over the table and I signed. The first few I had to
use my male name, but most I signed as Cindy Marin. The last name sounded
familiar, but I couldn't pull the connection through the foggy mind.
Marsha packed up her case and stood. She delicately took my hand,
"Welcome home Cindy. I do hope all goes well. A lovely girl like you
deserves the best."
"Thank you Marsha." I think I blushed.
That was one of the last clear thought I had for quite a bit. Momma took
me upstairs to a room that was all pink and frilly. A nylon night dress
was laid out on the bed. "Now you get undressed and into the nighty and
go to sleep. It's been a long day. You've been through a lot, but all
will be ok in time. Just you wait and see." She kissed my cheek. "Trust
us, you are going to be alright. Things may seem strange at first, but it
will all be for the best. Now go to sleep Cindy dear."
I did as I was told. I felt the nightgown drape down over my body. The
sensation as it scraped my chest was not what I was used to. Recently I
had noticed a sensitivity especially in my nipples, but I had shrugged it
off. I lay down on the bed, pulled the pink coverlet up over my and was
out almost before my head touched the pink ruffled pillow.
I woke, sort of, to the sound of breakfast being made in the kitchen.
There was a note on the nightstand next to the bed. "You should take
these pills, then shower. Do your makeup, get dressed and come down to
the kitchen." I took the pills with the water next to them and went off
to the shower. I remembered where the bathroom was.
I took off the nightgown and stepped into the warm water. It felt really
good. It was the first time I took in what a shower over a hairless body
felt like. I felt like I was washing away the events of last night; like
I was washing away the past. I was a bit foggy, but as I dried off, I
smiled at the reflection in the mirror.
When I got back to the room there was a pink dress on the bed. There was
also a chemise with attached petticoat, little ruffled pink socks, white
Maryjanes and a hair band. I took a few minutes to look around. There
were no male clothes in the room. I sat at a pink draped dressing table
and dressed as the note said.
A little girl stood up from the table and walked down stairs to the
kitchen. "Good morning Cindy." Momma was cooking eggs. There was a man at
the table "Call me daddy." With that said I couldn't remember his name.
"Yes daddy." I said it. I then sat at the empty place and proceeded to
eat a small plate of eggs.
Momma came over and took a makeup brush and some powder from her purse.
She brushed powder across my face, "Young ladies don't use that much
color. We can't have our little girl looking like a slut now can we
Cindy?"
"No momma."
"Well, it's off to work. You girls have a good day." Daddy stood up and
grabbed his coat and hat. He kissed me on the forehead and then momma and
left the house.
"Well, we have a full day ahead." Momma sat down across from me with a
cup of coffee. "For a time you are going to be a young girl." I thought
it was part of the disguise to hide me from Johnnie's gang. "You need to
do some growing up and some learning. Young ladies are made growing up.
So Cindy, we start today. Cindy needs to act the lady you know, right?
"Yes momma." All I knew was I was safe here. I felt safe here. I felt at
home as never before. I was also realizing that part of that feeling was
being Cindy. I felt safe as Cindy. To be other right now was to be scared
and confused. I wanted to be secure and unfettered by worry. It felt
good.
I spent most nights curled up on the couch next to momma as we watched TV
and snacked. She would brush her hand through my hair and smile. I wore
lots of flannel nighties and pink rabbit slippers. Dressed like that I
didn't notice a shift in my body fat and the funny feeling in my chest
too much. The strangest thing was the foggy mind that just didn't seem to
go away. I really didn't want it to end if it meant the end of the
security I felt in this house. I knew it all had something to do with the
pills I took, but I really didn't care.
We spent several days after that first morning in lessons. There was
walking, "We'll make that easier later," Momma told me. There was
dressing, makeup, hair, conversation, sitting and the little things. For
three weeks I woke every day to dress in a chemise, pretty dress, flat
shoes and take my pills. I helped momma with housework and even cooked
dinner for daddy once or twice. On a Saturday daddy went to play golf and
momma and I were drying the breakfast dishes. "Momma, my tops are getting
tight and my chest fells funny and is getting too big for the bodice."
"Oh my dear girl, your breasts are coming on."
"My breasts?" I meant MY breasts?
"Why of course dear. Do girls have breasts?"
"Yes momma." Another involuntary answer.
"Is Cindy a girl?"
"Yes momma."
"Are you happy?"
"Yes momma."
"Who is Cindy Marin?"
"I am momma."
"So you are a girl named Cindy Marin and you are happy?"
"Yes momma."
"Then you should have breasts then right Cindy?"
"Yes momma."
"So we need to start you on training bras. We should go shopping then.
You would like that right Cindy."
"Yes momma." I didn't think about the fact that it meant going outside
the house, but I had acquiesced and the wheels were in motion.
Momma and I went upstairs and she sat me on the bed. Time to change your
closet. She took out the pretty dresses and packed them in a trunk along
with most of the underwear in the dresser. "Daddy will take them to the
attic when he gets back. Our little girl is growing up and she needs to
look like it. It took some time, but she hung a new wardrobe in my
closet. There were several skirts, blouses, slips, petticoats, longer
more adultish dresses shoes with low heals, but nothing in the dresser.
All of the ideas about "our little girl," just passed through my
consciousness without really taking hold. What was happening didn't
register. I rationalized that things needed to change to keep up the
disguise. What was happening to my body and psyche was happening to
someone else. Or was it that it was this was me and what I was thinking
about was a boy I used to know. Yeah, a tom-boy who was giving way to the
young lady.
Momma laid out a camisole, nylon panties, knee socks, a knee length red
plaid pleated skirt and a white cotton blouse with a peter pan collar.
"Now you get dressed and I'll meet you down stairs."
"Yes momma." I went about getting dressed. I wore my vagina girdle all
the time now so when I looked in the mirror and lifted the skirt,
everything looked girly. "As it should be," I thought. I really didn't
know why I had that thought, or even looked. I wondered, but I wasn't
really confused. I t seemed ok. I was hiding as Cindy, so I did what I
was told and felt safe.
I met momma in the kitchen. She was wearing a dress much like the one I
had arrived in. She handed me a shoulder bag. "Open it and get used to
what is in it." I did.
There were my cosmetics and comb and brush, a set of keys, I assumed for
the house and a wallet.
"Open it Cindy." There were family pictures and one of Angela as Andy.
There were a couple of dollars and a social security card with its nine
numeral number and Cindy Marin printed on it. There was an ID card with
this address and Cindy Marin on it. I sat somewhat shocked. I looked at
it again. Yes, it said Cindy Marin. The birthdate was three years younger
than my real age, so Cindy was nineteen. The same information was on a
driver's license. There was a consolation to losing time in hiding; I
gained a few of years.
"You like it don't you Cindy?"
"Yes momma, I do."
"You don't quite look the age yet, but we'll begin to take care of that
today."
I continued digging to find a charm bracelet which momma helped me put
on. Momma handed me the suede jacket I had worn to the dance club and we
were out the door. I sat in the passenger seat and we went down town. The
public square was large and all abuzz with people. We parked in a public
lot just off the square near a paper mill. Momma seemed to know the
attendant.
As we got out of the car near the pay shack, she motioned for me to come
around the car to her. As I did she placed her hands on each of my
shoulders and sort of presented me to the old man who took care of the
lot. "Michael, this is my niece, now daughter, Cindy Marin." I did a
slight curtsy as I had been taught by momma. He took my hand and kissed
it lightly, then in a voice tinged with a French accent, "So nice to meet
you Miss Cindy. I am so sorry to hear about your family. It is so good to
see you out and about. I always like to meet such pretty and polite young
ladies." He kissed my hand again and then took the car keys from momma
and went to park the car.
"What did he mean momma?"
"I'll explain later. It's part of the cover story."
We walked into the square from the east end and slowly ambled past
several shops. I noticed looks from some of the passers-by and was
getting a tad nervous. "No one suspects. You need to get used to getting
looked at. It happens to young ladies and women all the time. You are
always on display. Soon you'll notice the odd touch too. It's all part of
being female. You'll learn to get used to it and just let it go. You're
doing just fine. I am so proud of my daughter. Oops, here we are."
We turned right between two large bay windows and went into a lingerie
shop. The double glassed door had a little bell that tinkled as we moved
the door. Once inside the old wooden floor amplified the sound of heels.
It was as if it was intended to announce this shop as a woman's domain.
It was a world I had never seen, but was not uncomfortable in. I had been
invited into a gender defined secret society. It was full of bras and
girdles and slip and all sorts of frilly feminine things. This was not a
space meant for males.
"Are you excited Cindy."
"Yes, well no, not that way, but yes." I was excited but not down there.
"Like a girl in a candy shop eh? Oh Mary how are you?" Momma waved at
someone across the displays and took me by the hand into the depths of
the shop. I had a feeling this was truly the end of wondering about
Cindy. My eyes were wide and my head went from side to side as we walked
past counters and racks of lingerie and sleep wear. My hand reached out
to touch the scrumptious fabrics. Then we stopped in front of a woman
momma knew.
"Mary, this is my new daughter Cindy, I told you about her."
"Ah yes my dear." She took my hand lightly and I curtsied again.
Mary was a tall woman and well endowed. Her hips were wide and her
breasts jutted forward with authority. She wore an ankle length black
dress with the front buttoned to her chin. She had glasses hanging on a
chain around her neck , her hair in a bun and stood on what must have
been four inch heels. I was a bit scared at first, but when she spoke. It
was the sweetest voice I had ever heard.
"It is so nice to finally meet you Cindy. Your aunt, oh I mean your
mother, has told me so much about you. I am so glad she has taken you in.
Now I understand that you need everything."
"Yes mam." I was still looking around. "Momma says I need more grown up
things."
"Well young lady, you come with me and we'll see what we can do." She
pointed to a curtained room at the rear of the store. Looking back at
mom, "Any color preferences?"
"Nothing garish, whites and pinks for now. Well," momma grinned at me,
"Maybe a black set too."
Momma turned back into the store going to a counter of panties and slips.
Mary and I went behind the curtain. "Please remove you blouse and
camisole." I did. "Ah, we're developing nicely aren't we?" She cupped my
little breasts in her hand. It was then that I really notice how
pronounced they were. "Looks like you are now an A cup, but soon to be a
B. We'll plan on both."
She took a tape and measured under my bumps, then over the bumps, it
tickled and a shiver went through my whole body. "Getting sensitive are
we?" then she measured above the bumps. "Band is thirty four and you are
a full A or a light B. I think we'll go for the B." The tape went around
my waist and then my hips. "Ok, a true size six. Wonderful"
She left me there to contemplate my new chest. I hadn't paid too much
attention to it. I was still foggy, but it struck me that as a male, I
should be bigger than thirty four inches, but oh well, it was what it
was. This was Cindy's time.
Mary returned with several boxes which she opened one by one. She handed
me the first one. It was a lacy demi-cup bra, small but cute. "Now put it
around your waist and clasp it in front then..." I took it and put it
around my waist, clasped it and raised it to put my arms through the
straps. "Ah, we've seen others get dressed haven't we?"
"Yes mam." I raised it up and shimmied my little breasts into the cups.
It was a bit loose, but it held my flesh in two distinct breasts. There
was a three sided mirror in the room and I could see that I definitely
stuck out in front, not far, but further than a boy would. I put my hands
on my well rounded rear and pulled them toward my hips. No boy shape
here. Whatever remained of him was only a memory, Or maybe a piece of my
mind. The outer shell was girl.
As if to confirm that thought, Mary caught my gaze in the mirror, much as
Betty used to do,"Every bit the young lady. You'll fill it better in a
couple of weeks I'm sure. Now let's try the others."
We tried maybe ten and decided on about four makers and styles.
"Remember, not all bras fit the same. You should never buy without
trying. Off the shelf never does a girl justice like a proper bra. I've
started a chart for you, so when the time comes for something new, you
just come see me and I'll help you look and feel your best."
Momma came in with all sorts of size six panties that matched the bra
selection. I had to drop my skirt to try one on. Mary had left, so it was
just momma and I. I didn't have any padding on, but I did notice that the
panties were larger than I had worn to the dance club. They were all
briefs and again, they fit a bit loose, but momma assured me that would
take care of itself over time.
As I stood in a new bra and panties, Mary came back with some slips and
garters. I tried them on and twirled in front of the mirror. Mary smiled
and, "I do love watching a young lady growing up. A girl's first fitting
so exciting. It is the first time she realizes she is becoming a woman.
Boys never will understand the great feelings. Isn't that right Cindy?"
"Yes mam, that is right." What was left of the boy didn't understand and
tried to raise questions, but Cindy was in control here. With the help of
these women, Cindy could overcome the boy. The fog in the mind went away
for Cindy and the boy only brought it back. I wanted the boy to go away,
but a small part of me was trying to hang onto him.
"We tried some silky night gowns and two baby doll nighties that momma
said we'd put away for later.
At the counter everything was laid in tissue papered boxes, except for
one set of bra and panties that I wore out of the store. Momma asked if
the packages could be delivered to the car and Mary replied, "But of
course, the usual lot?"
We did some other small shopping and then went to the Woolworth's at the
far west end of the square for a toasted cheese and cherry phosphate at
the lunch counter. Momma looked at her watch, "Oops, we need to go. We
have an appointment. Here take your pills and let's go." I did and then
we did. We went down the north side of the square and half way down we
entered a stair well. In the entry were several mailboxes with the names
of professional offices on them. We went up to the second floor, down a
hall and entered a door marked Dr. Elsie Franks.
We were met by a statuesque woman in a lab coat. "Ah you made it, and
this must be Cindy. What a lovely young lady. I'm doctor Franks, a friend
of your aunt. You're here for a check-up. Let me assure you that I know
everything so there is no reason to be embarrassed."
"No mam."
"Call me Elsie, please. Now Cindy, let's get started. Go into that room
and strip, everything off, even the girdle."
She knew. She really did know everything. Did she know why? And why was
here at a doctor's office? I looked at momma. "It's ok my dear. You are
going through so many changes we need to make sure everything is ok. Dr.
Franks will never tell anyone else so you are safe. You trust momma don't
you Cindy?"
"Yes Momma."
"Then do everything the doctor tells you to. Do you understand?"
"Yes momma." My will power left me again. I could wonder, but could do
nothing to stop myself. By now I really wondered if I wanted to stop. Was
this strange or would stopping be strange?
Elsie took blood samples, then measurements. She poked and prodded and
smiled making little "Ah good," and "Really good," comments as she
worked. "So Cindy, any strange feelings?"
"My chest itches and tingles. It even sort of hurts sometimes. When I sit
it feels different. I want to cry more often then I used too and..." I
dropped off.
"And what Cindy?"
"I have strange dreams about having a family and I miss Angela"
"Do you miss Angela in the dreams?"
"No, not exactly, she is there as Andy. We're together."
"Well, let's get the physical feelings out of the way. You are developing
the body of a young girl. It is sort of like going through puberty again.
We're here to help that process. Are you scared? Or do you feel
comfortable?"
"Girl? No I'm not scared or uncomfortable."
"What do you feel?" She had taken a stool and put it so she sat between
my legs in front of me on the examination table. She took my hands after
she put down note pad and looked me in the eye.
I started to tear up a bit. "I'm confused, somewhat fuzzy. I think about
saying things, but say other things. I feel safe and...and warm, but out of
control. I shouldn't like this. I'm a boy, but I feel safe and good. I
don't know what is happening, but I want it to happen. I don't know why.
It feels like it should happen. But, part of me says stop, another says
go. There are times when people talk to me and ask, I want to be me, but
Cindy answers. I shouldn't act and dress like a girl. It is supposed to
be bad. I shouldn't be confused. I...I...I don't think I want the other part
of me to answer any more. It feels better to be Cindy, but the boy
part...." I was gushing tears.
Elsie squeezed my hands. "Look at me." I sniffled and did as I was told.
"You are discovering something about yourself. I'll let your mother tell
you more, but I want you to let yourself accept this. I want you to enjoy
this. You are safe and among people who love you. Trust us. We will never
let anyone hurt you. You can stop this any time if you want. You don't
want to stop this Cindy, do you?"
"No. I think."
"Does it feel good? Do you like Cindy? Is it better to be Cindy?"
"Yes. I have fun. I can see Angela and have fun. I feel safe. I like the
feelings. I...am I Cindy?"
"Yes you are, but you have to let go and let it happen." She had her arms
wrapped around me as we sat on the exam table. We sat for a few quiet
moments until my sobbing subsided, "Now get dressed and I'll go speak to
mom. Come out when you're ready."
She left and I got dressed. I heard voices, but couldn't understand what
they were saying. When I walked out momma came over and gave me a big
hug. Stroking my hair back, She smiled at me as she released and holding
my shoulders, "Oh Cindy, we understand. When the time is right I'll
explain everything to you. For now, you have to trust us. You can do that
can't you Cindy."
"Yes momma, yes." A warm feeling washed over me and I hugged her, burying
my head in her chest. I felt a peace I had never felt before. I was still
confused, but I was at peace with Cindy. She had taken more control than
ever before. I had given in.
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