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The Single Life- Finding Her Footing
By RogerGirl
The alarm goes off and I am up for my first full day on my own as
Caitlyn. Now you may be wondering how my parents planned to explain my
absence over the course of the next year, but apparently they saw to
that too. Over the next twelve months, Clayton was travelling abroad.
They even planned to be tweeting my travels. They really did see to
everything.
My first instinct waking up is to shut off the alarm and go back to
sleep, but that plan is cut short when Emily begins to call to me from
her crib.
"Mommy, I'm hungry!" she says.
I suppose I should mention that Emily is two and a half years old.
Knowing nothing about kids though, I have no idea at what age she should
move to a bed or what a two and a half year old kid likes to eat. Back
home I always had housekeepers and maids to take care of that stuff.
I get out of bed and walk over to her crib, which is in the spare
bedroom. Even though I was to be surviving on my own, my parents wanted
to make sure Emily was well taken care of and would continue to pay the
rent on my apartment. They also had set up a checking and savings
account for Caitlyn with enough money for daily expenses. The account,
like everything else, was actually set up several years ago and had a
history of expenses.
I reach Emily's crib and pick her up. Thus far I have been carrying her
everywhere, but apparently I didn't need to. She asks me to put her
down and I watch her walk toward the kitchen. I really know nothing
about two and a half year olds. Maybe it's time to trade in the crib
for a toddler bed. I follow Emily to the kitchen and find her sitting
at the kitchen table.
"What would you like for breakfast?" I ask her.
"Coo coo puffs," she says.
I look through the cupboards and search for the cereal. After looking
through several cupboards, I find a half eat box of Cocoa Puffs. I
continue searching and eventually find a bowl and a spoon. I pour the
cereal in the bowl and take a half drunken carton of milk out of the
fridge and pour it in the bowl. I put the bowl in front of her and she
smiles at me.
"Mommy, I want owange joos," she says.
I search for a cup and pour her a glass of orange juice from the bottle
in the fridge. I put the cup in front of her and she takes a sip. As I
watch her eat, I begin to get hungry too and I pour myself a bowl of
Cuckoo Puffs and a glass of orange juice too.
"Mommy, can we watch cartoons?" she asks.
I get up and turn on the TV. After going through several channels I
find Spongebob and sit back down to eat. This is the first time I've
ever really been alone with Emily and there is so little I know about
her. I missed her first steps and her first words. I don't even know
if she is potty trained.
"Mommy, I'm full," she says.
I look over and see a half eaten bowl of cereal. I guess I poured too
much. I take her bowl and finish it along with my own. As I finish
eating, I watch her climb onto the couch and watch cartoons. She
doesn't seem to get all the jokes, but she laughs when the characters do
funny things. As we eat, the cat jumps on the couch and lies down next
to her.
"Hi kitty!" she says.
After finishing off the leftover cereal, I rinse the bowls and pour some
food and water for the cat. I also clean her litter box for the first
time. Now, I'm not really a pet person, but my parents had gotten me
the cat to teach me responsibility. As you might expect, I sponged off
the cat on my parents and housekeeper.
After I wash my hands, I join Emily on the couch. I still have no idea
how I am going to spend this next year as a chick, but so far being a
mom hasn't been too bad. Emily is a much better kid than I ever was.
She must take after her mom. Unfortunately, I know very little about
her real mom. All I know is that her name was Diane and that I hooked
up with her at a club once.
As we sit watching cartoons, we are suddenly interrupted with my cell
phone ringing. I pick up the phone and see the name mom on the screen.
"Hi mom," I say as I answer the phone.
"Hi, sweetie," a voice responds that wasn't my mom's.
"Who is this?" I ask confused.
"It's your mother," the voice responds.
The woman's voice sounds familiar, but it is definitely not my mother.
I look at the screen once again and notice the picture of the woman.
The woman in the picture is Mrs. Thompson.
"Oh, sorry mom," I say, "I guess I'm still a little tired."
"That's OK, baby," she replies, "Your father and I were wondering if we
could stop by today. We want to visit that cute little granddaughter of
ours."
"OK," I say glad to have someone who might be able to help me out.
They tell me they will be over in three hours and I suddenly realize I
have to get ready. I rush into my bedroom and jump into the shower. I
admit that in the beginning I would often get quite aroused by my
feminized body, which was already pretty feminine to begin with. Even
though I haven't taken any hormones, I have a figure that most chicks
would die for. The breast implants only add to my femininity. With the
prosthetic vagina in place, even I have a hard time remembering that I'm
still a guy.
Although I would still rather be a guy, I have reached a certain level
of acceptance in my situation. At this point I know I am stuck like
this until next year, so there's no sense in wasting my time pouting and
crying about it. Of course, it took some time to reach this point. For
a long time all I did was complain and spend the day locked in my room.
I hated my implants, my hairless body, my thinned eyebrows, my pierced
ears and naval, and my now blonde hair.
In those first several days, I resisted as best I could to the changes.
I refused to wear makeup and jewelry, paint my nails, or dress in
anything remotely feminine. It wasn't until they threatened to kick me
out on the streets and cut me off entirely that I finally relented and
gave in to the changes.
While I still did not enjoy my new feminine state, I admit I became
quite adept to my new identity. I got pretty good at doing my own
makeup, shaving my legs, walking in heels, speaking in my female voice,
and behaving as a female. Slowly they switched my wardrobe from mostly
jeans and shorts to skirts and dresses.
I try to take my shower as quickly as possible and wrap myself in a
towel when I get out. Before I go any further, I run to the door to
take a peek at Emily. She is still sitting on the couch laughing and
watching cartoons. I shut the door and go to the dresser to find some
underwear. I pull out a pair of boy shorts and a matching bra and
quickly put them on. I admit I have a bit more experience removing a
bra, but I've gotten pretty good at putting one on too.
Looking through the closet I find a summer dress that comes to mid-thigh
and I put it on. You're probably wondering why I don't put on a pair of
pants instead. The answer is it's too hot for pants. Now before I do
my hair and makeup, I have to go and give Emily her bath.
I go in the bathroom and turn on the water for the tub. I fill it up
around halfway and check to make sure it isn't too hot. Once the water
is ready, I turn to go get Emily and find her sitting on a toddler potty
in the corner. I guess she is potty trained. She finishes using the
potty, pulls her pants up, and climbs on a stool to wash her hands.
"OK, mommy," she says as she gets undressed, "I'm ready."
I put her into the bathtub and she begins splashing about and playing
with some toys that I didn't realize were there. My dress gets soaked
and I realize I'll have to change.
"I want bubbles!" she says.
"Not today," I say, "we have to hurry."
I use the baby soap and baby shampoo and make her nice and clean. When
she is finished I lift her out of the tub and dry her off. We go back
to her room and I get her dressed. As I brush her hair, I hear a knock
on the door.
"Hi mom," I say as I open the door.
To my surprise, a hot chick in a jogging outfit is standing there
instead. I can feel my dick begin to stiffen and fight it off as best
as I can.
"Oh, um sorry," she says, "I hate to bother you, but I sort of forgot my
keys when I went for my run this morning. Do you mind if I wait here
until my boyfriend gets home."
"Oh, that's fine," I say trying my best not to stare.
"Thanks," she says, "I'm Chelsea, by the way. I live down the hall with
my boyfriend, Jake."
"Oh, it's nice to meet you," I respond, "I'm Caitlyn. Would you like
something to drink?"
"Just water, thank you," she replies as she takes a seat at the kitchen
table.
As I get her a bottle of water from the fridge, Emily comes out of her
bedroom. She climbs into the chair next to Chelsea and smiles at her.
"Hi there," Chelsea says, "And who might you be?"
"Emily," my daughter replies happily, "I'm two and a half."
"Aww, your daughter is so cute," Chelsea says to me, "Is her father
around? I would like for all of us to get together sometime."
"No it's just us," I reply.
"Oh, well in that case," Chelsea begins, "Maybe I might know a few guys
you would like to meet."
"I don't know if I'm ready to date right now," I reply, "For now I just
need to find a job."
"Oh, I'll get you an interview where I work," she says, "I'm a
pharmaceutical representative."
"I don't know anything about pharmaceuticals," I reply.
"Don't worry, I'll teach you," she says, "Besides they're really more
interested in how we look than our knowledge of the products. I know
it's sexist, but it's only temporary until I finish grad school."
"Thanks," I say, "I guess I can try it out until I find something else."
Now in case you are wondering, my parents didn't start Caitlyn out with
a completely blank resume. She has an online degree in sociology and
prior work experience as a barista, a waitress, and a secretary. The
strange thing is, Caitlyn has a lot better resume than I actually do.
"So I heard you call me mom earlier, she continues, "Are your parents
coming over?"
"Yes, they should be here in a couple hours," I reply.
"Oh, maybe I should get out of your way then," she says, "I'll let you
finish getting ready."
"No, it's fine," I say.
We continue talking for a while until there is another knock at the
door. I go to open it and see Jake standing on the other side.
"Sorry about that," Jake says, "I hope we didn't interrupt anything."
"It's no problem," I reply, "It was nice getting to know Chelsea."
"Maybe we can get together sometime," Chelsea says as she meets Jake at
the door.
"Sure," I say.
They say goodbye to Emily and me and walk down the hall to their
apartment as I shut the door. I hurry to my bedroom to change out of my
soaked dress and to do my hair and makeup. Just as I put on my wedged
sandals, there is another knock at the door. I go to answer it and see
the Thompsons smiling back at me.
"Caitlyn!" they say in unison as they both go in to hug me.
I hug them back and invite them in. The first thing I notice about them
is how much more affectionate they are than my real parents. That isn't
to say my parents weren't warm, but we were never really a hugging
family.
"And where is my little Emily," my new mom says.
"Hello!" a cheerful Emily says walking over to them.
"Emily, this is your grandpa and grandma," I say.
The Thompsons hug Emily and give her a new doll. We all sit down on the
couch and get to know each other. I quickly discover that they never
had any kids of their own and that they are both looking forward to
spending the next year with their daughter and granddaughter. My new
mom even offers to babysit Emily once I start work.
"I have a surprise for you," my new dad says at one point.
He goes outside and returns a few minutes later with a box containing
part of a pink dollhouse toddler bed. He makes another trip outside to
get the mattress and takes everything into Emily's room to begin putting
it together. Emily stands by excitedly as she watches her new bed come
together. Finally it is finished and she jumps onto the bed with her
new doll. The three of us watch her happily and my new dad begins
disassembling her crib.
Now would probably be a good time to tell you a little about my new
parents. My dad worked as a carpenter for many years and although he is
now retired, he still works from time to time. He also writes mystery
novels, but has no interest in publishing them; as for him they are only
a hobby. My mom is a retired elementary school teacher and loves kids.
She also enjoys gardening and loves animals.
"Well, how about we go get some lunch," my dad says as he finishes with
the crib.
We head downstairs and I buckle Emily into the car seat in my parents'
car. We go to a nearby caf? and spend the afternoon getting to know
each other and I have to say I really like the Thompsons.
After lunch we go to the beach for a little while before heading back
home. We say our goodnights and make plans to get together again soon.
I take off my shoes and take a quick shower before giving Emily her bath
and putting her to bed.
"Read me a story, mommy," she says as I tuck her in.
I find a book on her bookshelf and read to her until she falls asleep.
Quietly, I slip out of the room and go to the living room to take care
of the cat. I realize I never gave her a name and decide to name her
Whiskers. Calling her Whiskers is much better than just calling her the
cat.
I head back to the bedroom exhausted from my first day as Caitlyn. As I
slip into bed I begin to think about all of the responsibilities I will
soon have to face. Today may have been easy, but I probably just got
lucky. Soon I will have to find a job and I'm sure there will be days
where Emily will be more difficult. For now I think only of the fun we
had today as I drift off to sleep.
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