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Sara, Becka and me.
by Teddie S.
Chapter VII
The First Week
Friday - The Navy Yard and much more.
Saturday and Sunday - Relaxing
What a week. I guess I'm really getting into being Becka. I've dressed
as a girl every day. I've had a complete body waxing. I didn't have
that much body hair to start with, but feeling my hairless body when I
take a shower is very interesting. Nylons and a corset are also an
interesting combination. And I really like it. Sara and I also had
another long talk with my Aunt Dorothy that was very interesting. What
will the rest of the week bring? I guess we'll just have to wait and
see.
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Friday - The Navy Yard and much more.
Friday when I got up, I started to dress as Becka, but remembered what
today was. So, it was Peter today. It had only been a week, but it felt
funny dressing in my boy clothes again. After breakfast we all got
dressed, me in a suit and tie with dress shoes, my mother in a really
pretty pants suit and my dad in his full dress uniform.
At nine o'clock, a limousine pulled up in front of the house. A Marine
if full dress uniform, was driving. As we walked out of the house, the
Marine opened the rear car door for us, came to attention and saluted my
dad. And my dad returned the salute. The Marine then helped my mother
into the car, then my dad got in, then me. As we drove past the Monroe's
house I saw the four of them coming out of the house and getting into
their car.
We drove to the Navy Yard and to the main administrative building. As we
were walking into the building, I saw a black limousine, with a police
motorcycle escort and a couple of black SUV's following it, pull up. We
went into the building and to an auditorium. There was a number of naval
officers there, some were high ranking, like four star high ranking.
Also, a bunch of civilians and a number of guys in black suits.
My mom, dad and I were seated on the stage, with a number of high ranking
officers and some guys in suits. I wasn't sure who all of these people
were. I saw Sara and her family come in, she smiled and waved at me.
Then one of the guys, in a black suit, walked onto the stage carrying
something and placed it on the front of the podium. I was able to see it
and it said, "Vice President of the United States". I don't know why,
but I got a knot in my stomach.
Finally, the Vice President walked onto the stage and took a seat. I
won't bore you with all the details, but after all the speeches, from not
only the Vice President, but the Secretary of the Navy and a high ranking
Admiral, my mother removed the eagles from my dad's uniform and pinned
the single stars on it.
There was a lot of hand shaking and congratulations offered to my dad. I
even shook the Vice President's hand. Then, I had to go and find Sara.
When I found her, she was with her mother and sister. Sara gave me a big
hug. Her dad had already gone up on the stage to see my dad. And we
just hung together until things settled down. Then we walked back up on
the stage and to where my mother and father were. Sara's mother and
Linda congratulated my dad and Sara gave him a big hug.
Then we had a big surprise. I saw someone in fatigues walk onto the
stage, walk over to my dad and salute him. My dad returned the salute
and then they hugged. It was my brother, Richard. My dad started
introducing him to everyone that was there.
Sara and I walked over to my father and brother. I tapped Richard on the
shoulder and said, "Hi bro."
We shook hands. And he said, "Long time no see Peter. And I see that
you somehow still get the pretty girls. Wait. It's Sara right?"
"Yes Richard," Sara said. "It Sara."
"And you're still hanging with this geek."
Sara took a hold of my arm and said, "More than hanging."
"Oh. I see. A real girlfriend."
With a gleam in those green eyes of hers, Sara said, "More than a
boyfriend."
Richard looked at me and said, "Bro. You are one lucky bastard. She's
really one good looking girl."
"I know I'm lucky. She's not only very pretty, but she's also a
wonderful person. How did you get here?"
"I was on summer training and my unit commander called me in yesterday.
And said, 'I don't know who you know. But the Secretary of the Navy has
requested that you attend a ceremony in Washington tomorrow. There will
be a plane here early tomorrow to fly you there.' I do have to go back
later today."
"That's so cool."
My dad who was still standing with us said and said, "Richard. I hope
that won't get you in hot water."
"I don't think it will."
Someone that was standing close enough to hear the exchange walked up to
my dad, put his hand on his shoulder, my dad looked at him and the man
said, "Hank. I knew you had a son at West Point, so I pulled some
strings to have him here. I hope you don't mind. And if there is a
problem, just let me know."
"Thank you sir. I will," my father said.
I had just met this man, so I knew who this was and I think Sara did too.
Because when I looked at her, her eyes were as big as saucers. My
brother asked my dad, "Dad. Was that... ?"
Very matter-of-factly my father said, "Yes. The Secretary of the Navy."
All my brother could say was, "Oh."
Richard and Sara rode with us back to the house in the limousine and we
then had a nice lunch with him, before we took him, to the Naval Air
Facility Washington at Andrews Air Force Base, to catch his flight back.
Now, a normal family would just pile into the family car and drive to the
airport. Not this family, at least not now, my dad made a phone call and
fifteen minutes later a car, again a limousine, with a Marine driver
pulled up in front of the house.
When we pulled up to the front gate of the Naval Air Facility, the guard
on duty, after my dad explained who we were and why we were there, made a
phone call. And very quickly two Shore Patrol officers, in a jeep,
showed up and escorted us right to the flight line and the airplane that
was taking Richard back.
The four of us saw Richard off. He and I had a chance for a quick talk
and he said, "Don't lose that girl. She's special."
"I know. She's really special," I replied.
"What's with the earrings?"
I thought quickly and said, "Sara thought it would be cute."
"I bet dad went crazy?"
"You know it."
"You really do like her. Don't you?"
"More than like."
Then we hugged. He gave Sara a hug too and they exchanged some words,
but I couldn't hear what it was.
When we were back at the house, Sara and I went and found Becka. Again
with the corset, nylons and heels. This time no shorts, but a pair of
skinny jeans, which showed my garter tabs and my rust colored peasant
blouse. I love this look, the heels, tight jeans and peasant blouse.
But I think a pair of black heels would look better.
Later I asked Sara, what my brother has said and with her cute, coy,
smile said, "Oh nothing."
I knew she wasn't going to tell me, so I dropped it.
My dad had taken the rest of the day off. And as Sara and I were in the
kitchen doing some things for my mom, my dad walked in. I said, "Hi
daddy. A big day. Huh?"
"It sure was princess," he said. "Seeing your brother made it a lot
better."
"It was good seeing him."
He stood there looking at me, then said, "Becka. You're as tall as I
am."
He's five-eleven and I'm five-eight in stocking feet. But the heels make
me six feet tall. I smiled and said, "It's the heels that I'm learning
to walk in. They make me about six feet tall."
"You're not wearing those for the wedding. Are you?"
"Yes. That's what we're all wearing, but just for the wedding. Then
we're switching to flats for the reception."
With a smile, he said, "Good thing. It's hard to dance with a girl
taller then you are."
"Want to try dancing with her Admiral?" Sara asked.
"That still sounds funny," he said,
"What's that?" I asked.
"Being called Admiral. You know something Sara. Why don't you just call
me dad?"
We both looked at him and Sara said, "Really?"
"Sure. You're over here a lot. And you're like a daughter to me." Then
looking at me with a smile on his face, my dad said, "Maybe I have two
daughters."
"Okay. Dad. I'll find some good music on the radio. And why don't you
try dancing with Becka?"
Sara found some nice music to dance to and dad and I tried slow dancing
together. And actually it went fairly well after a few slip ups when I
tried to lead. My mom came into the kitchen and watched us.
We quit after a few songs and my dad said, "You've really learned to
dance like a girl."
Then my mother said, "Yes she has. And Becka, you haven't been wearing
those shoes that long and you've gotten good."
With a smile at Sara, I said, "Thanks. Sara has been a real task
master."
With her hands on her hips, Sara said, "So, I'm a task master. Well, go
and get out of those shoes and corset. I want to go to that mall."
As I started to walk out of the kitchen, with a grin, I replied, "Yes
master."
"That's mistress to you."
And she followed me down the hall to Becka's room. As I closed the door
behind me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed. After we
broke the kiss, I changed clothes and we headed to the mall. We walked
around, window shopping for a while, then got something to drink at the
food court.
I didn't see it coming, but Sara did. Two boys walked up to us and
started trying to pick us up. I wasn't happy about it and I didn't think
Sara was either. She finally asked me, "Becka do you like boys?"
Being honest, I replied, "No. I only like girls."
"Me too." Then looking at the boys, she added, "You see boys. We only
like girls and we are committed to each other."
The two boys just left. I looked at her and said, "So, you only like
girls and we're committed to each other?"
"Sure lover," she said, "I only like girls like you. Plus I'm really
committed to us. In fact I've been meaning to get you something,"
"What?"
She got up, took my hand and led me down the mall to a jewelry store. We
started looking in the cases, until a clerk walked up and asked if she
could help us. Sara told her that we were looking for commitment rings.
She smiled at us and took us over to a case that had some pretty rings in
it. I saw one right off that I loved, but I didn't say anything. I just
let Sara look.
Finally she had the girl take a few of the rings out of the case, so that
she could look at them. One of the ones that she pick was the one I
liked. Finally Sara asked me, "Which one do you like?"
"Oh," I said, "it's one of the ones you picked. But I'm not telling."
"You're a brat."
I just smiled. And the clerk grinned, as she said, "We have duplicates
of most of those. So, you could each wear the same one."
"How do you know that we're committed to each other?"
"Your body language. The way you look at each other. Plus, I'm in a
committed relationship with a girl too."
"Really."
"And you two make a very cute couple."
Sara narrowed her choice to three rings, one of which was my choice. She
looked at me and asked, "Is your choice one of these three?"
"Yes," I replied.
"And you're not going to tell me which one. Are you?"
"No I'm not."
She picked one up, looked at it, set it down, picked up the next and set
it down. Then she picked up the last one and said, "It's this one.
Isn't it?"
She had picked my choice. I grinned and said, "Yes."
Sara asked the clerk, "Do you have two of these?"
"I think we do," she said. "Let me measure your fingers and see what
sizes we have."
After she measured our fingers, she disappeared into the back room and
was quickly back with four boxes. We tried the rings on, the first one
that Sara tried fit her, the second one I tried fit me. We took them
off. Sara paid for mine and I paid for hers.
We then drove over to the park that we really like, the one where
Richard's party was and we walked along the same path that we had when
Sara had come back from Germany. We stopped at the bench by the small
pond and sat.
She cuddled up to me, I pulled her close and then she asked, "Do you mind
if I call you Peter right now?"
"You can call me anything that you want to," I replied.
She turned so that she could look at me and said, "Peter. I love you so
much. I never want to be apart again. This ring shows my commitment to
you and to our love."
She slipped the ring onto my left ring finger. And kissed me.
I took the other ring, slipped it on her left ring finger and said,
"Sara. I've loved you for longer that I can remember. You are a very
special person. And I agree, I never want to be separated again."
We kissed again, a nice long kiss. Then we looked at the identical
rings. The band was gold and there were three interlocked hearts, two in
silver and the middle one in gold with diamond accents.
We finished the walk around the loop trail, then went to her house and
visited with her parents and Linda. Linda was the first to spot the
rings and said, "I love your rings."
Sara's mom said, "What rings?"
Sara held up her left hand and showed her mom and dad the ring and said,
"We got hit on at the mall today and neither of us liked it. So, we
decided to get these."
"What are they?"
"Commitment rings."
"I see. So, you're really telling us something too. Aren't you?"
"Yeah. I guess we are. But I think that you've known that for a long
time. So, I guess we're just making it official."
Linda then asked, "Three hearts?"
"Peter, me, and Becka."
The Colonel looked at her and said, "This is a strange relationship.
Isn't it?"
"Daddy. Is it too strange?"
"No honey. It's your choice. And your life. Also, we do know how you
two feel about each other. And we love both of you."
When I got back home, I walked in the kitchen door and froze in my
tracks. There sat my mother and my brother, Richard.
Richard looked at me and said, "Is this Becka? The little sister that I
didn't know I had."
I didn't or couldn't say anything.
"What's wrong, Becka!?" Richard asked, with an emphasis on Becka.
"Honey," my mother said, "I knew you were at Sara's dressed as Becka and
he'd see you when you got home. So, Richard and I had a talk and I told
him all about you."
"What... What, are you doing home?" I asked.
"Why are you dressed as a girl!?" Richard asked.
I started to cry. Then Richard said, "I'm sorry. I didn't want to make
you cry. I just wanted to know why my little brother was now looking
more like my little sister?"
"Honey," my mother said. "Why don't you sit down?"
I walked over to the table and sat. I couldn't look at Richard, so I
looked down at the table.
Richard then said, "To answer your question. Right after we took off,
the pilots learned that the storms in the area where we were going, had
gotten really bad. We knew that there were storms in that area, but when
took off they weren't expected to become bad, but quickly did. So, it
was decided to return to Washington. I talked to my commanding officer
and he confirmed that the weather was very bad. And he extended my leave
until tomorrow.
"Now, Peter, tell me why you are sitting here looking like a girl."
I looked up at my mother and she said, "Honey. I've told Richard
everything. He just wants to hear it from you."
My dad had just walked into the kitchen and he sat down with us. I
looked at Richard, took a deep breath and said, "I... I... I just like
doing this. I've done it for a long time. And I can't stop. It's part
of me."
"And you're going to be doing this thing for Linda Monroe's wedding? And
at West Point?"
"Yes."
"This is just so wrong! I have a brother, not a sister. I don't want to
see you dressed as a girl ever again."
He hadn't yelled, but had said it in a very forceful way. My tears
started, I got up and ran to my bedroom. I heard my dad start to talk to
Richard, but not what was said. When I got to my bedroom, I fell on my
bed and just cried.
Seconds later my mother was sitting next to me, stroking my back. I was
crying my eyes out. I heard her pick up the phone by the bed and make a
call. She asked to speak to Sara. Then I heard her tell Sara what had
happened and as she was hanging up, she said, "I'll meet you at the front
door."
She got up and told me that she'd be right back. And she was, with Sara.
Sara sat down next to me, I felt her hand touch me. I looked at her, sat
up and we just held each other. I heard the door close as my mother
walked out of my room.
Sara just held me and tried to calm me down. She said, "Honey. Try to
relax. It'll be fine."
"No, it won't," I said. "He... He... He hates me."
"No honey. He doesn't hate you. He just doesn't understand you. It was
a shock to him. Give him a chance."
"I love him. I don't want him to hate me. He thinks I'm a freak."
"Honey. No. Really he doesn't hate you. And you are not a freak."
I continued to cry as she held me. Finally I calmed down and laid back
down. She bent down, gave me a quick kiss and said, "I love you."
I got out an, "I love you too."
Then she got up, bent down, kissed me again and said, "I'll be right
back." And she walked out of the room.
I don't know how long she was gone, but I cried the whole time she was
gone. I didn't hear her come back in the room, but I felt her sit down
on the bed, touch my back and say, "Honey. Your mother and father were
having a real heart to heart talk with your brother. I shouldn't have,
but I stood outside the door to the kitchen and listened for a while.
What Richard said, was that he does love you, but just doesn't understand
why you're doing this and never wants to see you dressed as a girl."
I looked up at her and said, "He won't have to. I'm never going to dress
like a girl again."
"Honey. You knew that some people would never understand or accept you
dressing as a girl."
"But he's my brother?"
"I know. And that makes it harder for you. Just realize that he's known
you as Peter all of his life and now he sees you dressed and looking like
a girl. It was a shock to him and to his belief as to what things should
be.
"Honey. You are who you are. You are who I love. I don't like seeing
you hurt. But we both knew it could happen at any time. We were lucky
that our dads, even though they are both military, looked at this with an
open mind. They see you for who you are. And I think understand.
"And maybe at some point your brother may see this as just a part of
you."
I looked up at Sara and said, "God I love you."
There was a soft knock on the door and Sara said, "Yes."
"Can I come in?" my mother asked.
"Sure."
My mother opened the door, walked in, closed the door and asked, "Is he
all right?"
"Better. I think. We just had a talk."
Feeling a little better, I said, "And Sara did all the talking."
My mother smiled a little and said, "Honey. Your father and I had a long
talk with Richard. And it came down to that he loves Peter as his
brother, but never wants to see you dressed as a girl again."
"He won't.... If I hadn't promised Linda that I'd do the wedding, I'd
stop right now."
"Honey," my mother said, "what did your Aunt Dorothy tell you? She told
you that this was part of you. Do you think you're going to be able to
stop?"
"Peter," Sara said. "Honey. Really think about this. It may do more
damage to you trying to stop. Think really hard about this before you
try to stop."
As my mother was walking out of my room, she said, "Your father is taking
Richard, early tomorrow, to catch his flight. So, if you want to say
good bye to him, you'll need to be up early."
I didn't say anything. My mother, as she was closing the door, said,
"I'll leave you kids alone."
Sara looked at me and said, "You've had a rough day. You need a good
night's sleep and you will feel better tomorrow. I'm going to go and let
you get to bed."
She bent down and gave me a nice kiss, then said, "Just remember. That I
love you very much. And whatever you decide, I'll stand with you on it."
I smiled at her and said, "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"I pray to God that you'll never have to find out. Because, I'd be lost
without you too."
"I love you."
We kissed again and then she got up and said "I love you too."
Saturday and Sunday - Relaxing
The last thing I remembered was Sara walking out my bedroom door and now
the sun was streaming through my window. I looked at the clock and it
was after nine. I don't remember falling asleep, but it had to have been
as soon as Sara had left. I guess Richard had left this morning.
I got out of bed, went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the
mirror. I was still fully dressed and I'd fallen asleep with my makeup
still on, as well as my wig. My face was a mess, because of all the
tears last night. I took my wig off and spent a long time cleaning the
mess off my face. Then I took a long hot shower.
While I was in the shower, I was thinking. One thing finally brought a
smile to my face, that girl really knows me. And loves me. Then I
thought about Linda and the wedding next Saturday and something inside me
told me that I could do this. That I could be Becka until the wedding
and then we'll see what happens.
After my shower, without hesitation I got dressed as Becka. But it took
me a little while to get the wig looking good again. I guess I shouldn't
sleep in it.
As I walked into the kitchen, my mother and Sara were sitting there. My
mother saw me first and said, "Well good morning Becka. Sleep well."
Sara turned around and just smiled. And I said, "I guess. I feel asleep
in my clothes."
"Sit down and I'll make you some breakfast."
I sat next to Sara and she just smiled at me. Finally she asked,
"Feeling better?"
"A little," I said.
"Good. You had me worried last night."
"Sorry. But just having you here helped."
"Thanks."
I know that Sara and my mother had probably had a good talk this morning.
But I wasn't going to ask.
Neither Sara nor my mother said anything about yesterday. And I'm glad.
I didn't want to talk about it. I just wanted to try and forget it. I
know that might not be the best way. But after what Sara and I had
talked about last night, I was all right. At least for now.
I'm glad that this weekend was basically going to be laid back. After
the past week and especially Friday night, I needed to just relax. No
corset or high heels.
After the very late breakfast, Sara and I did something we hadn't done in
a long time. We went to the zoo and actually had a great time. Then
Sara stayed for dinner. And she talked my dad into dancing with me some
more. Then we spent the evening cuddled up on the patio.
I had promised Sara that on Sunday morning that I'd do something that
I've never done with her, go to church. I was up early and got fairly
dressed up. I cute skirt and blouse outfit. Pantyhose for the first
time. I figured that I might as well get some use out of them. And my
wedges. I did my makeup in a very nice subdued way. My hair was down
and brushed into a nice feminine style.
I walked over to Sara's house and I rode with her family to church. I'd
been to a Catholic church a couple of times for weddings and a funeral.
But this was the first time that I'd been to a regular Catholic mass. It
was interesting.
After the service was over. We walked outside with Linda, as Sara's
parents talked with some people. As we stood around waiting for them,
Sara asked me, "Did you like the service?"
"It was okay," I replied.
"Going to do it with me every Sunday?"
"Why?"
"Because, I'd like that."
I just looked at her and smiled...
The rest of the day was almost like Saturday was. We did go to the park
for a walk. And as we walked past the small pond, we saw the eagles.
And we stopped to watch them. We continued walking hand in hand and took
a side trail that went further into the park. We came across a clearing
and saw a couple deer. We stood there and watched them until they ran
off.
That night we had dinner with her family and just chilled out. But at
dinner, I asked Linda, "Do you think that we can do this without the
other girls finding out about me?"
Linda asked, "Why?"
"I just think that the less people that know about this the better it
will be."
"Well. They all know that I did find another girl, Rebecca Carter, who
is a friend of Sara's. They've planned a bachelorette party for me on
the Friday night before the wedding. But you and Sara can't go. You're
too young. We're getting together, before the wedding, on Saturday to
have our hair and makeup done."
Mrs. Monroe then said, "Honey, we may be able to have one of the
hairdressers come to your room."
"Wait a minute," I said. "Let's just tell them and see what happens."
"Are you sure?" Sara asked.
"Yeah. I think doing my hair in the room will be too much. And maybe if
they know it'll be all right."
"Well," Linda said. "We're all picking up our dresses tomorrow. And
then getting together here after dinner. Maybe that would be a good
time."
Mrs. Monroe saw the worried look on my face and said, "Becka. Don't
worry everything will be fine."
I looked at Mrs. Monroe and said, "I'm just so worried that this whole
thing is going to fall apart. And if it does, it will be all my fault."
I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. Linda said, "Becka. Don't
cry. These girls are all young and open minded. You'll see. It'll be
all right."
Between sobs I said, "I really hope so."
I felt Sara touch my hand and she said, "It will. I have a good feeling
about this."
Sara then stood up, took my hand and led me towards the patio. As we
walked out of the kitchen I heard Sara's dad say, "She's very sensitive.
Isn't she."
Sara and I sat down on the big swing on the patio and just cuddled.
Nothing was said for a long time, until I said, "I'm sorry that I'm this
way. Why can't I be normal?"
"Honey," Sara said. "What's normal? Nothing. Everyone is different.
Look at me. I love a guy that can look as good as a girl as I do. If
not better. Look at some of our friends that are gay or lesbians. We
accept them for who they are.
"From talking with your aunt, we know that there are a lot of guys that
like to dress as girls. Some in complete privacy. Some not. You're one
that has chosen to enjoy your feminine side. And to help someone while
you do. And that's exposed a side of you that you wanted to keep between
us.
"You're afraid of what people might think of you. Like Linda said, these
girls are all young and open minded. And tomorrow, we'll introduce Becka
to them and I think you'll be surprised."
I looked at her and said, "You understand me better than I do myself.
And I really hope you're right about this."
"I really think I am."
"I love you."
"I love you too sweetheart."
And we kissed
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