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Finally Me: The Transition Guy, Chapters 9 - 10 free porn video
Chapter 9: ...Epitaph for Henry
On the flight back to Philly, Irene reflected on Henry's past life and
usefulness as a prelude to writing his final chapter. She had already
resolved that there would be no turning back but the solace of the skies
made a fitting backdrop for a final recap.
For many years since birth, Henry knew that Irene was his true self in
mind and soul. Later, his mother shared with him that because of the
horrible periods and roughness she endured, she had prayed for a boy
instead of a girl. To Henry, that added to his conviction that he was
always meant to be Irene but his mother willed him to have the wrong
body. What other explanation could there be for the fact that he had
never shown the slightest bit of evidence of an Adam 's apple. Even the
gender specialists had no scientific explanation for that.
In his college days and shortly thereafter, Henry began to pursue gender
reassignment. Alas, timing is everything in life and given financial
considerations, the primitive technologies of the day, and the
disadvantage being a 6' heavyset freak of a girl would put him in trying
to help others which he loved doing, Henry decided that the best thing
he could do was to forge a career and help improve the lives of the
people he met, especially women. To Henry, such altruism was the true
spirit of femininity.
Henry's career rose well enough for him to start his own actuarial
technology companies geared toward public sector needs. Eventually, the
company did very well. Henry married Connie, a mother of two who
desperately needed his mentoring, steadiness, and income at that time,
after having been beaten and dominated by an aggressive jerk. Once her
girls left the nest, Connie's physical needs led her to seek a more
aggressive male, but this time it was someone who respected her. After
that came three relationships in succession with other women who were
cast aside by jerks and used Henry to lift their self-esteem and treat
them as intelligent ladies until they found someone who was more
classically manly than Henry but also could treat them with respect.
Henry was the perfect transition guy.
The past 8 years and four months had been all about Alethea. This time,
Henry thought he finally had a soulmate who was comfortable with Irene
and made time for her when she did not need Henry in his male state.
For five years, they had an idyllic marriage and raised two wonderful
boys. They even had two wedding ceremonies, one where each had a chance
to be the bride. Then 9/11 changed everything. Alethea's mother Sofia
has a stroke and eventually died. Henry became obsessed with America's
forsaking of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for fear,
anger, and revenge. He saw facts contradicted again and again by lies
and dedicated what turned out to be the remainder of his short life
desperately trying to educate the willfully ignorant. His facts were
correct and his cause was just and Americans were devolving into
vengeful vigilantes. He was right - but at the wrong time. Bush had
decreed that America must speak with one voice. Henry's rants were
perceived as treason and he would have to be martyred for them. Irene
had been working with a therapist and a specialist for more than a year
and had come close to agreeing that the time had come to let go of
Henry. She had plenty of financial resources. She had helped enough
women have better lives. A 6' woman was no longer a freak and the
available hormones, chemicals, and surgical technology had advanced
light years from the 70's. She still wasn't 100% sure until this recent
trip to Houston got her arrested and raped seven times as a direct
consequence of being caught "in drag" and identified as "an enemy of
America."
"Here's to Henry," Irene thought, "he lived his life for the betterment
of others and allowed himself to be martyred for truth. It was a noble
epitaph indeed. Only one problem, Henry was still walking." After her
plane landed, Irene dressed androgynously got into the hired car and
returned to Broomall where it was time for Henry's final chapter and
Irene's new dawn.
Entering the house, Henry was met by Alethea standing at the door with
her arms crossed. She ordered him to follow her into the office. It was
no longer an office. It had his bed and a bunch of boxes piled up.
Alethea let him know in no uncertain terms that the marriage was over.
She had sold all the jewelry and anything else of value he had ever
given her because anything that reminded her of him totally disgusted
her. She gave all his suits, ties, male underwear, and socks, and most
everything that wasn't androgynous to Goodwill.
She sneered, "You're nothing but a boy-girl. You can't make up your
mind what you are and you're not good enough to be either! You've also
lied to me for the last time - or at least hid the truth. Either way, I
feel just as betrayed - and THAT is for the last time. Look at you,
it's obvious you've been taking female hormones for some time but didn't
feel the need to share that piece of information with your wife! You
also told me that you were in Houston for training, not girl shopping!
You told me you never took chances in public. Well you did. You got
caught and you will continue to suffer the consequences. I want you out
of here within a month. The only reason I'm giving you a month is that
I have to travel extensively and get some things settled during that
time. Also, the children haven't seen you in two weeks and keep talking
about how much they miss you. I want them to have some time with you
before you leave this house for good. I trust you'll continue to
present as the androgynous Henry when you are with them. I don't want
to dump any more on them than necessary given that they'll soon be
children of divorce. The one thing I still do trust about you is that I
know you love them and will put them first, right?" Henry nodded while
looking down at Alethea's feet. And almost as an afterthought, "By the
way, just to set the record straight, I've slept with three other men
during the past four months and believe I may have found Mr. Right."
Henry continued to look down but managed weakly, "Congratulations. You
deserve a real man who cares about you. Is he willing to be a good
father to the boys?"
Alethea howled with laughter, "Congratulations? Congratulations that
your wife has found another man because you're no longer a man? You're
even more pathetic than I ever imagined. At least you still put Adrian
and Alex first. For that, I'll tell you what you already know. I
wouldn't be moving to Colorado in a month to move in with Peter if we
hadn't discussed that and if I weren't convinced that he'd be a loving
stepdad. You'll probably get to meet him because the kids have to meet
him sometime and he'll be coming back to Philadelphia with me in three
weeks or just in time to boot you out of here. "
It all played out as Alethea prescribed. That Wednesday evening, Henry
cooked dinner for five according to Alethea's specifications and set the
table. Peter was very handsome with blond hair, green eyes, and a
rugged physique even though at 5'10", he was two inches shorter than
Henry. He was assertive but well-spoken and seemed to have a gentle
side as well. Henry served demurely his special appetizers: coquille
St. Jacques for the adults, and breaded baked broccoli and cheese in the
shape of Mickey Mouse for Adrian and Alex. He then expertly served the
main course, London Broil with French Cut String Beans over wild rice.
Over time, it had become a favorite dish for the 7-year old twins as
well. The piece de resistance was Henry's famous hot apple pie served
with vanilla ice cream. Adrian always asked for it and was never
disappointed. The kids talked how yummy it was while Alethea shot a
knowing glance toward Peter, then mouthed something and he winked back
at her. Henry thought it might have been "The perfect housewife" and
was sort of perversely glad that she could have her fun with Henry's
demise into the sunset.
Alethea rounded up everybody and brought them to the couch. "Adrian and
Alex, did you enjoy meeting Peter tonight?" They nodded enthusiastic
approval. She continued, "I'm glad because we're moving out to Colorado
with him. Soon, he's going to be your stepfather."
Alex started to cry while Adrian matter-of-factly asked, "It's definite?
I wish you didn't have to divorce Daddy. I didn't understand at first
but I spoke to Aunt Dale last month after you first told us. I guess
you really have to in order to be happy again, huh?"
Alethea smiled. "You are one very smart 7-year old." Henry picked up
Alex and hugged him.
Adrian replied, "Well, I found out that my friend Ronnie's parents are
divorced and he gets twice as many present at Christmas so it's not so
bad. He gets to see his Dad for one week in the summer and he visits at
Christmas and his new Daddy is real nice too."
Alex shouted, "I don't care! I want to stay with Daddy!"
Henry said, "I love you both so much! You know that. I'll always be
there when I can. But you both need to be with Mommy. Daddy needs to
do something new in his life and Mommy has met a wonderful man in Peter.
Please be happy for both of us and know that we'll both ALWAYS be there
for you." Alethea picked up Adrian and hugged in and they both moved up
the stairs to put the twins to bed with Peter in tow.
Peter asked the boys if he could hug them. Adrian reached for him
immediately while Alex crossed his arms and then opened them, reaching
for Peter as well. Alex asked, "Daddy, you'll still say until Saturday,
right?"
Henry said, "You bet!"
Alex, "You'll visit us in Colorado this summer, right?"
Henry, "You bet!" Alethea smiled as if in agreement but in her mind
vowed, "Over my dead body!'
After turning the lights off, the adults headed downstairs. Saying
nothing, Alethea and Peter left arm in arm, presumably Henry thought, to
spend the night in Peter's hotel room. He went to bed, but woke up when
he heard laughter and noises coming from Alethea's bedroom at 1:30 AM.
Thinking, I hope they don't wake the kids, he turned over and tried to
go back to sleep.
The next thing Henry knew, they opened his door, came inside, giggling
uncontrollably and obviously drunk. Peter said, "I think your soon-to-
be-ex is pulling my leg. She says you're actually quite beautiful when
you make yourself up properly and put your French maid's uniform on.
Henry blushed, saying "Once perhaps, but it's much too big now. I've
got a simple red evening dress I think you'd enjoy more."
Peter started to roar with laughter but Henry demurely but his finger on
his lips and said, "Please don't wake the kids." Then he added, "If
this is what you really want to see, let's just go back in your bedroom
since you have a private bathroom and I don't want to use the one in the
hall in case the kids come down." Alethea tittered in agreement. And
so, Henry brought his makeup, wig, jewelry, panties, red tights, the
dress in question, and 5 inch red heels into the bedroom with him. The
dress heels, and tights were all newly purchased on a shopping run he
had made with Nilonne the week before when the 2nd graders were at
school. Smiling he asked, "You'll give me about 20 minutes?"
Alethea laughed lewdly winking at Peter. "We'll put it to good use."
Irene took her time and made herself oblivious to the sounds of sex
coming from the bed. She thought it wouldn't surprise her if they fell
asleep but she'd better put on a command performance for the new master
anyway. When Irene emerged, the couple were pouring themselves some
more cognac.
Peter made a wolf whistle that Irene hoped wouldn't wake the kids but
she smiled back nervously at him. Alethea said, "I'm so pissed! You're
a smaller size than me now." Turning triumphantly to her lover, she
asked, "Well, did I exaggerate?"
Peter declared, "She's not just beautiful. She's stunning, a statuesque
beauty with a classic heart-shaped face, an amazing dimpled smile, and
legs that don't quit. What happened to that "but a bit awkward you were
telling me about? One thing is certain, just like you said. She makes
a much better Irene than she ever did a Henry. Now, let's get on with
it! Ladies first."
Alethea removed her panties and pointed at the footstool toward the side
of her bed. Irene would have preferred to demur but knew she needed to
stay in Alethea's good graces so she could continue her relationship
with the twins, so she feigned enthusiasm. Alethea smiled kittenishly,
"I'm awfully soaked with Peter's delicious cum. I want to show off your
talented tongue to my man."
Irene went at it with gusto. She got real used to tasting cum in
Houston and assumed that a blow job for Peter would be next anyway.
Besides, she always loved cleaning Alethea's sex, then tonguing her to
orgasm and it had been so very long since she had the chance. Peter
cheered her on and shouted "Bravo" as his lover orgasmed twice.
Peter sang out, "My turn. Clean it like a good girl, you head-turning
slut!" For the first time, Irene came face -to-face with the longest
and thickest cock she had ever seen, even thicker than Paco's in the
prison. Irene licked all the mixed juices from the enormous organ, then
made a lewd slurping sound while making sure it was cleaned of
everything but her saliva. She began to fondle his hefty balls, but he
chuckled and said, "Not so fast." She noticed that his penis was now
totally rigid as he continued, "I'm going to take you from behind."
Irene started sobbing and tried to bargain, "Can't I blow you instead?
I'm really talented that way. I'd love sucking your mighty cock and
your mighty cock will love being sucked by me."
Alethea grabbed Peter's belt which she purposely kept wrapped in a handy
position and rapped Irene right across the face with it, firm but not
quite hard enough to leave marks, then looked right in Irene's eyes,
"Are you defying us, bitch?"
Irene, trying to choke back her tears cried, "No Ma'am. I beg the
master's pardon and yours Ma'am." Kneeling onto the bed, facing Peter,
she begged, "Please take my ass, Master."
Alethea smiled, handing Peter a condom and advised, "She was rape by
who-knows-what in prison so I want you protected darling." Peter
reached for some Vaseline Alethea had but on the bed table for him to
use. He lubed up Irene's rear, then began easing his way in. Irene
thought silently, "He's all right, nicer than her. He's trying to be
gentle." He continued that way and got into a nice rhythm but Irene was
only absorbing half of his length and he wanted more of her. Meanwhile
watching her ass and legs was driving him to orgasm. He thought to
himself, "What a shame she wasn't born a woman. She's perfect. I'm
glad she's going to get herself fixed soon." Peter came hard with a
thrust that made Irene's anus bleed again. She thought that she'd have
to lick it off but Peter wasn't bothered since he was wearing a condom.
He just collapsed and smiled. Alethea, having shared her lover enough
for one night, told Irene, "Quite satisfactory. Return to your room."
Chapter 10: Finally Me
Two days later, Irene loaded her remaining stuff in the car at 4:30 AM
and headed for Nilonne's. She made arrangements to stay there and split
rent until she could find her own place. They got along great as
always. At Nilonne's Irene saw a segment on the Today show featuring
Jenny (formerly John) Boylan that added to her courage and resolve. She
bought the book being promoted, "She's Not There." Dr. Boylan's story
was remarkably like her own and she had now made a historic success of
her life. Irene resolved to do the same.
Irene and her medical team were blasted full speed ahead now, doubling
her daily hormone dosage. Arrangements were made for a nose job, breast
augmentation, and adding collagen to the lips. Her lawyer successfully
used what happened in Houston to get her fast-tracked. Irene teased
Nilonne that the government must be secretly helping her expedite things
because they couldn't get rid of Henry fast enough either.
Unlike Henry, Irene found she was now able to compartmentalize things
effectively. Alethea decided to play hardball about every aspect of the
divorce. Her lawyer's original parry was that Henry was a pervert; he
was an unsuitable influence and unfit to see the kids. At any rate, the
kid's Daddy was all but gone. Henry would be replaced by Irene, a man-
made woman, suitable to be nobody's father. Moreover, the petition
continued, that by getting arrested in Houston and disgracing the
company, Henry essentially forfeited his equity stake in the company.
The claim was that Alethea should get 100% of the estate assets and
Henry/Irene should be permanently enjoined from having any contact with
the children - ever again.
This was pretty heady stuff. Irene had a good hour cry over it, then
later cried herself to sleep. The next morning, however, Irene was all
business. She had hired a terrific lawyer, Lynn Gold-Biken, and she
trusted her. She allowed that the business had been valued at $30
million but she would settle for $10 million for her half if necessary
as long as the lifetime ban on visiting the twins was taken off the
table. Irene wanted what was best for the children and didn't want to
confuse them any further either. Accordingly, Irene would not call or
visit again until her transformation was complete and she had all her
new legal documents. By that time, it would be 2005, the kids would be
9 and old enough to understand and absorb why their Daddy was now Irene.
After all, they were smart kids who had intelligent parents even if the
marriage didn't last. Irene was also willing to concede, if necessary,
2/3 of the proceeds of the house and any claim on alimony (which legally
Gold-Biken told her, she had a good case for). If all the above could
be settled within these parameters, she instructed the attorney to offer
$1200/month child support, a generous amount by the standards of the
day. Once instructed, Irene stepped completely away from it. She got
some nasty calls from Alethea, her attorney, and even from Peter. She
just referred everything to Gold-Biken. In many ways, considering
everything, the irrational hatred and vindictiveness Alethea was
wielding seemed obscene but Irene was at peace. Alethea's anger was
Alethea's problem, not Irene's. She had a lot of things to focus on and
crying over the past was not on her list. One interesting thing was
that two of her old firm's clients called her saying that they were
unhappy with the support they were getting and would she take an annual
retainer to be a consultant? Within the next six months, three others
followed suit. At about this time, the re-assignment surgery was
complete. She was now Irene in every possible way. Loving the feeling,
she couldn't stop remarking about how many more nerve endings she seemed
to have than Henry did. It was like having a new lease on life and she
loved all her new feelings.
2005 turned into Irene's year. She got three more calls to take over
accounts and soon got calls from employees from her old firm wanting to
work for her. Overnight, a structure was put together for the new firm,
B2BY Actuarial Technology. Since it was not only female-run but
female-owned, many of the government accounts eagerly switched over. By
the end of the year, B2BY's revenues eclipsed those of Mendelssohn
(formerly Lewin) Enterprises. (Yes, Peter had Alethea change the name
to his). Alethea also sojourned to Colby College to meet with Jenny
Boylan and the two of them struck up a great friendship. By the end of
the year, they started a foundation to help transgendered people who
could not afford psychiatric support and hormone therapy. It was very
gratifying.
Most gratifying of all was finally getting to see the twins after more
than two years. While that took longer than anticipated, it was worth
every second. Alex couldn't get over how pretty Irene was and laughed,
"I can't call you Daddy any more, can I?" Irene said, "How about Aunt
Irene?" Alex said, "I like that." Adrian said, "Mommy said it made you
sad being a man. She said you tried hard to pretend you were one but
God gave you the wrong body and now you have the right one." Irene
smiled, "See, your Mommy is very smart- and so are you!' She gobbled
both of them into her arms, finding she could no longer lift them, Irene
just took them to ground with her and covered them with kisses. It was
the happiest day of her life but she knew even happier ones might lie
ahead. She was her own woman at last.
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