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Changes Abound: Maya's Journey Part 3
A Cross-dressing story by Maria Ski
Well Maya, or should that be Peter, is a little bit of a dark horse. By
hiding her singing talent like that. And by how natural she is being a
girl. So I think it's time we actually heard from the lady herself. So
it's over to you Maya...
Hello dear reader my name is Maya Hunter. And for the first 17 years of
my life I was called Peter. I have just turned 18 and I am a pre-
operative transsexual woman. Or should that be a transgendered woman. I
am a young man who wants to be a woman. Wow that's something major to
admit, but it's true. And that is considering the fact that I've not long
come to the realisation myself. But I am sure the thought was there from
when I was very young. And if you have been reading the story of my
journey you'll know that for the past few weeks I have been living in
role as Maya. So if I may I would like you to follow me on the rest of my
journey.
I work at 'The Emporium' a high class boutique which caters for both
women and men selling clothing for weddings and black tie events. Which
also include school proms etc. 'The Emporium' is also the only supplier
of uniform for Circe's Academy for Girl's. But enough of the sales
pitch...
I was working my usual Saturday shift and I heard two of my work
colleagues whispering about a young lady who had just entered the store
and was looking at the evening dresses.
"Jeans and a sweat shirt I ask you..."
"And that tacky leather jacket..."
"We should get her to leave..."
"She's bringing the tone of the store..."
Our duty manager C.J also heard the muttered whisperings and called me
over.
"Maya go and serve the young lady who has just come in." C.J winked.
"I'll keep an eye on these two."
"Ok C.J," I replied. "I hope I get a sale." And I moved towards the young
lady. "Good afternoon madam," I opened. "Is there anything in particular
you are looking for?" I asked.
"Please don't call me madam," the customer answered. "It makes me sound
like my mother." She looked up form the dress she was examining. "My oh
my. It's a small world. Hello Maya. I didn't know you worked here," she
smiled. "And yes there is something in particular I'm looking for."
"Ms. Morgan." It was my turn to smile. "It is a pleasure to see you
again. And yes this is my day job." My customer was Bianca Morgan from
'Faux Fillies'.
"So...?" she asked. "Are you going to take up my offer for a spot at the
'Fillies'?"
"I would love to perform at the Fillies again." I bit my lip. "But I
really like working here too." I paused. "Maybe I could do both?"
"Maybe," Bianca replied with a sly smile. "So what do you have that's
suitable to be worn at a wedding?"
"Well," I said. "If you come this way to our wedding department." I
pointed in the direction. "I am sure we can find something that will fit
your tastes."
"Lead the way." Bianca smiled again. "And please call me Bianca. I'm sure
Mrs Hughes won't mind."
"I'll try to remember Bianca," I responded with a chuckle. "I think
something in Royal Blue would be ideal." I slipped into sales mode. "Or
maybe a dark green?"
"I mustn't out shine the bride Maya," Bianca added. "So something a
little understated perhaps?"
I nodded my understanding and set to work finding a suitable wedding
outfit for her. I had something in mind. But would Bianca agree? I hoped
she would.
Bianca stood before the full length mirror and turned so she could see
the outfit from all angles. "Maya," she smiled. "You're a miracle
worker," she said. "This pastel blue sheath dress is perfect and so is
the matching bolero jacket." She paused. "I hope you have some shoes to
match?"
"I have," I replied as I handed her a pair of nude 3inch heels. "They're
a court shoe but I'm sure..."
"They're perfect. Too much blue would be bad," Bianca chuckled. "You're a
natural Maya. If I didn't know..." she paused. "Oh sorry. Flapping
ears..."
I waved her slip off. "It's alright Maya. The people here who need to
know. Know the truth," I looked at her. "Now would you like matching
lingerie?"
Bianca smiled. "Yes I think that is an excellent idea." She winked. "I
know you know my sizes."
Bianca also bought a matching hand bag and left with her purchases. C.J
smiled as she cashed up as we had broken the target Mrs. Hughes had set
us. I sighed with relief as I changed out of my uniform. I was looking
forward to a nice long soak in a bath when I got home. In the meantime I
changed into my 'civilian' clothes, an ankle length denim skirt, a pastel
pink top with a v-neck, and my denim jacket. I was zipping up my boot
when...
"Maya!" Danielle, one of the sales girls, called. "There's someone here
to see you."
"Who is it?" I asked as I wasn't expecting anyone. "Who ever it is will
have to wait." I left the changing room and walked on to the sales floor.
I came face to face with my father. I remained calm, I wanted to run but
something made me stay.
"Hi Dad," I said in my soft female voice. "Long time no see. How have you
been keeping?"
"Don't you 'Hi Dad' me," he sneered. "Standing there dressed like a
freak." He went to spit. "For God's sake Peter you're a boy!" he glared
at me. "Go and change into some proper clothes and clean that muck off
your face." I stayed standing where I was, not moving. He went to grab my
arm but I brushed him away.
"Don't you ever dare touch me again," I shouted. "I'm not a little boy
any more." I felt my anger rising. "I'm 18 now Daddy...!" He winced at
the last remark but I continued. "I'm an adult in the eyes of the law." I
paused. "So I can do pretty much as I like." I wanted to hit him. "These
are my proper clothes. They have been for a long while."
"How can you call what you are wearing proper clothes," my father argued.
"You're wearing a skirt. Are you Gay? Are you dating a boy?" he fumed.
"This is all that bitch of your mothers fault. And her sister they
indulged you far too much. I didn't bring you up to dress like... like a
girl Peter."
"No," I agreed. "You didn't. I made the choice to dress as a girl
myself." I forced myself to be calm. "And yes mum did indulge me. I was
happy when I dressed, she was happy because she had the daughter she
always craved. The daughter you denied her."
"I denied... I denied...!" he choked
"You beat me every time you caught me. I wasn't doing any harm. I wasn't
hurting anyone. But you saw it as a threat... A threat to your
masculinity, I was a son not a daughter, my dressing as a girl was
something your macho buddies wouldn't understand." I took a breath. "You
made me withdraw into myself. The son you wanted was weak, shy, and
afraid."
"You had a girlfriend..." he added. "We had hopes..."
"Julia took pity on me," I replied. "And she actually prefers me to be
dressed as a girl." I fought back tears. "I am actually happier as a
girl. I have more friends as a girl. I've grown as a person living as a
girl. I work here as a girl." I looked at my father. "You may not like
it. But you had a hand in my upbringing. Congratulations Mister Hunter
it's a girl."
My father looked around our little spat had drawn an audience. "You're a
boy. Act like one. Man up and we can laugh about this later." He smiled.
"I ask you again. Go and change out of those clothes and we'll go and
have a pint."
"No," my voice echoed. "If you want me to go for a drink. You have to
take me as your daughter." I looked straight at him. "That's the choice
you have."
My father shook his head. "It looks like I'm going to have to treat you
like I did when you were a child. I beat you then, I'll beat you now." He
lashed out at me and I dodged the blow. He moved towards me again and
grabbed my arm. "So we're going to have to do this the hard way."
I don't know where I got the strength from but I managed to spin round
and twist his arm behind his back. I pushed him against a support column.
"I warned you not to touch me again Daddy...!" I held the pressure on his
arm. "I am an adult now. You lost the right to tell me what to do when
you gave me all those beatings when I was younger. If being a man is to
be like you...I'd rather... I'd prefer death." All my pent up anger went
into what I was saying. "I'm happier dressing as a woman. If you think
I'm a freak so be it. But you don't scare me any more Daddy...!"
"Peter... Listen... I...!" he pleaded his voice faltering.
I released him. "Mum told me she's filed for a divorce. I suggest you
don't contest any of her demands. Just leave us to live our lives." I saw
a couple of police officers out of the corner of my eye. "That's all I
ask." I picked up my handbag which I had dropped in the struggle. And I
walked towards the door and watched as my father was given a caution. I
felt like I'd let everyone down and my secret was out. I felt like I
would have to leave 'The Emporium'. Danielle approached me and smiled.
"That was amazing Maya," she stopped as I sat down. "So you're really a
boy? I don't care. We... That is me sort of guessed. But you needn't
worry. Mrs Hughes wouldn't get rid of her best sales woman." She smiled
and left me to my thoughts. I just sat on the bench looking at the store.
They knew but they didn't care, I smiled.
I was sitting with my eyes closed replaying the events in my mind. I
shook my head.
"Hello Maya," a soft voice said. "I was told I could find you here. You
look like you need someone to talk to." The speaker paused. "C.J called
me. I don't bite."
I looked up and saw Bianca she sat down next to me. "Hi Bianca," I said
softly. "Why did C.J call you?" I asked.
"Because she saw a friend in need. And I've been in your shoes," she
answered. "And I am here for you." I thought she lent in to kiss me. Oh
how I wanted her to kiss me. But she enveloped me into a hug. "You and I
need to talk."
"Not here," I said as she hugged me. "But for now just hold me... Just
hold me." I felt safe. In Bianca's embrace I felt safe. I felt like a
girl in need of support. And I hoped Bianca would give me that support.
We broke our embrace, I blushed slightly and let out a girlish giggle
despite myself. "Thank you Bianca," I smiled. "For being here," I felt
drained my encounter with my father had really drained my energy.
"You're welcome sweet heart," Bianca answered. "I know just the place
where we can talk," she took my hand. "There's a cute little coffee shop
not far from here."
I took a sip of my coffee and looked at the portion of coffee and walnut
cake, I tended to comfort eat occasionally. I smiled as Bianca sat down.
Bianca paused before asking, "So Maya how do you like living as a girl?"
"It's a little more complicated than I first imagined. The make-up, the
clothes, the different hygiene routine. It took me a while, but I'm
enjoying it," I replied. "I've found that I'm more confident, a little
more self assured than I was as a boy." I paused as I eat a fork full of
cake. "As Peter I would have never sung at 'Faux Fillies' with you.
Thinking about it as Peter I wouldn't have entered the club."
Bianca took a sip of her coffee. "Really I would have thought..." She
smiled. "Of course your father." She shook her head.
I nodded. "He doesn't like what he doesn't understand." I shook my head.
"He didn't understand when I dressed as a girl when I was younger. He
beat me when I dressed as Snow White. I still have a couple of scars," I
waited. "But mum loved that I would dress up for her." I had tears in my
eyes and Bianca handed me a napkin. "Thanks," I said as I wiped my eyes.
"Dad burnt my girl clothes when I hit my teens. But by then I was the
same size as mum." I closed my eyes. "Aunt Susan always let me dress. She
gave me the name Maya."
I was surprised by Bianca's next question. "Can you explain why you act
like a girl?" she continued. "I had to learn everything so I wouldn't
stand out. Yet you scream 'Girl'."
I sat back into the booths seat and thought. "You don't think I've been
programmed do you?" I asked. "Even subliminally?" I shuddered. "Because
if so that would explain a lot."
"Who knows?" Bianca answered with a laugh. "But you are a natural." She
looked at me. "By the way how are you feeling?"
"Better," it was my turn to smile. "A lot better. Thank you." Truthfully
I did. By talking to Bianca I felt a lot better.
Bianca looked at me. "I have been where you are now Maya," she sipped her
coffee. "But my journey was a lot different than yours." Bianca paused.
"Both my parents let me dress. They understood that I was different. I
suppose having two older sisters may have been a contributing factor.
They got to wear such pretty things."
"I can relate to that," I said. "I was jealous of what my cousins wore
when they were younger. I think it was my aunt who dressed me up first."
"It was my sisters Claire and Diane," Bianca smiled. "It was on a wet
Saturday afternoon. And we were bored," she chuckled. "They decided to
surprise my mother and father. I wore one of my sister Diane's summer
dresses. I went along to keep them happy. But I liked it, I felt right."
"So when did you know?" I asked. "When did you decide to become Bianca
full time?"
"Well I dressed every weekend and during any holidays," Bianca replied.
"But it was when I was 12 I told my family." She smiled at me. "I suspect
that you've yet to tell your family," she winked. "You're not going to go
back to being Peter are you?"
I blushed and shook my head. "No. Peter ceased to exist when I sang with
you. I'm Maya now. I just have to find the right time to tell my family."
"You'll know when," Bianca told me. "You'll just know." Bianca then
surprised me with a request that I be her plus one for the wedding that
she had been invited too. Of course I said yes.
I was in the ladies rest room, touching up my makeup and I wondered if
Bianca was attracted to me. I liked her but was unsure on how to let her
know. I was unsure if I was reading her correctly. But I soon got my
answer
"Maya I like you," Bianca opened. "And there is something I've been
meaning to do since I first met you," she moved closer as I turned to
face her. "I'm a little older than you but I'd like to," she kissed me on
the cheek. "I'd like to..."
"Bianca so would I..." I took her hands and pulled her towards me. "So
just kiss me...!" And she did....
A few weeks later
I hung my jacket over my desk chair and turned to face Bianca. Who took
my hands in hers. "Are you sure about this?" she asked. "Because once you
start on this journey there's no turning back," she squeezed my hand.
"It's now or never Bianca." I took a breath. "I have to tell them."
I stood in front of the fireplace everyone was there who I wanted to be
there.
My mother, Aunt Susan, Katie and Terri, Mrs Hughes and C.J. Bianca, now
my girlfriend, stood by my side and gently squeezed my hand in support.
"Thank you all for coming," I started. "The last few months have been a
bit crazy for me. As you all know I've been on a journey of discovery.
And I have discovered a lot about myself," I continued. "I've made new
friends, I've realised that living as a girl is complicated. But I enjoy
it. I feel complete as a girl. I don't know how many times I've been told
I should have been a girl," I looked at my mother. "But it was the
incident with dad that finally got me thinking." I paused and gathered my
thoughts. "I've made the decision that I am not going back to being
Peter. I'm going to stay as I am." I smiled. "I'm going to become Maya
full time."
My mother looked at me and smiled, Aunt Susan nodded her head, Katie and
Terri laughed. But Mrs Hughes had the widest smile of all. "Maya you have
made the right choice. As I knew you would."
I looked at my extended family. "I took the first legal steps this
morning," I said. "I changed my name officially. I am now Maya Jane
Hunter. And I've seen Doctor Picard and I'm due to see the relevant
specialists soon."
But there was something I hadn't told them, and it was a secret I
withheld, it was that technically I was a girl. Doctor Picard had ordered
a battery of tests. And my blood tests had revealed that for some reason
I had abnormally high oestrogen levels. So I was a natural girl in a
sort of way...
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