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Sara, Becka and me.
by Teddie S.
Chapter IX
The Second Week
Wednesday - Nails
Thursday - A Trip
Well, I've met the other bridesmaids and it went well. I think that they
were all shocked when they first met me and full of questions. But I was
quickly accepted as one of the girls. And one of them even said, "You
should have been born a girl." Why do some people feel that way? Oh
well, I don't.
My breast forms are now attached and it has provided me with an
interesting insight on what it might be like to have breasts. I'm glad
that mine will come off.
The wedding is this Saturday and I'm really getting nervous. If the
wrong people find out about me, this wedding isn't going to be good.
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The Second Week: Wednesday - Nails
This morning I didn't have to worry about putting my forms in my bra, but
I did have to figure out how to put the bra on while having breasts. And
when I went down for breakfast, my mother asked, "You have your forms in
already?"
"Yeah," I replied, "they're attached."
"Attached! As in glued on?"
"Yeah." And I went on to tell her what the seamstress and the girl at
the costume shop had told us.
She just shook her head. Then I asked, "Mom. Are you really okay with
all of this?"
"I guess. I was in it from the beginning."
"And were the one that suggested that I live as a girl until the
wedding."
"I know. But I'm not seeing anything of my son anymore. Is he coming
back?"
"Yes. He'll be back as soon as the wedding is over."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm sure."
"We'll see."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Honey. In the past week and a half, I've watched you become a girl.
You talk like a girl, walk like a girl, shop like a girl and act like a
girl. You seem to love being a girl. You even have a girlfriend that
loves you as a girl. And I wonder if Peter will ever be back."
"Mom. Don't worry. Peter will be back. It's been fun being Becka and
learning what it's like to be a girl. But I need to be Peter. And Sara
needs Peter too."
"Okay honey."
"You going with us to the Nail-Go-Round to get your nails done?"
"No. I'm going to meet you there. I've got to stop at the cleaners and
pick up your father's dress uniform."
"I almost forgot. This is going to be a military wedding."
Two hours later I picked up Sara and we headed to the Nail-Go-Round. The
first thing I said to Sara after a, "Hi lover," and a kiss was, "How do
you sleep with breasts?"
"What did you just say?" she asked.
"I asked, how do you sleep with breasts?"
"I thought that's what you said. I just wanted to be sure I heard you
right. Why?"
"Well. I tried sleeping with them last night. And I like to sleep on my
stomach and couldn't."
She grinned at me and said, "You'll get use them. Just sleep on your
side."
"That's what I ended up doing."
Shortly we were joining all the others at the Nail-Go-Round. And I mean
all, my mother, Sara's mother, Linda and the other brides maids. This is
a big shop and they had called in extra girls, so that we could all be
worked on at once. The girls doing the work were all Asian and they
spoke with each other in their native tongue while they worked on us.
Everyone was getting both a manicure and pedicure. The bride and all the
bridesmaids were getting fancy nails.
I sat there, between my mother and Sara, as they worked on us. My girl
first evened up my nails, so they were all the same length and went over
them with a fine nail file roughing them up a bit. The cuticles came
next, as she pushed them back. She then cleaned them and carefully
selected and applied a tip to each finger.
Then she started to apply the acrylic to my nails. And boy did that
smell. Using a small brush, which she first dipped in a liquid and then
some powder, she worked quickly on each nail until it looked like the tip
was part of my nails.
When she was done with all ten fingers, she told me to rest my hands on
the table and to not touch anything. Then she went to work on my toes.
She didn't do any fancy painting, but used a pink polish and added white
tips.
When she was finished with my toes, she checked my finger nails to see if
the acrylic had set completely. And when she was happy with them, she
filed and shaped each one, so they were all the same length, with a
really square tip.
She then put two coats of a very pretty pink polish on each nail. When
that was dry, she added two coats of white polish to the tips. Then hand
painted on a small white flower close to the outside edge and just behind
the white tip of each nail and placed a small diamond looking stone in
the middle of each flower. Then, she added some small white dots on top
of the pink and two thin sparkly silver lines across the outer edge of
the tips. Then put on a clear coat to protect her work.
I looked at my hands and I liked what I was seeing. My fingers looked
longer and with the rings that I wore, including the promise ring, they
looked very feminine. I wondered if it was going to be hard getting used
to working with longer fingernails.
When we were all done, everyone looked at each other's nails and
especially Linda's. Linda's were a little different, what was white on
our nails was gold on hers. And they looked very pretty.
Sara and I had to get ready to leave for West Point tomorrow with her
parents and Linda. So, we stopped at her house and got her bags packed.
And I learned that, yes, it's harder to work with longer nails. But the
more I did, the easier it got.
I kidded her about how much stuff she was taking. She just looked and me
and said, "You just wait."
We took her stuff down to where her dad was trying to figure out where to
put everything. Luckily he had a car top carrier and a lot of our stuff
would go in there. Then we went to my house and started packing my
stuff. And as we did, she would hand me something to pack and I'd say,
"I don't need that."
She'd look at me and say, "Take it. You'll need it."
And I'd pack it.
I finally gave up saying, I don't need it. And just packed everything
that she handed me. I ended with a little more then she had, like the
foam head for the wig. We carried, or should I say dragged, my things to
her house, so her dad could pack the van. His comment, as we pulled
everything up to the van was, "Why do girls have to take so much stuff?"
Sara, gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, "Daddy. It's a girl thing."
I really hoped that there was enough room in the Colonel's van for the
five of us and all the clothes that we four girls were taking.
That evening after dinner, I was helping my mother with the dinner dishes
and she said, "I don't know if I like you and Sara sharing a room."
I looked at her and said, "I hope this isn't going to be like the talking
to Sara got."
"What do you mean?"
I went on to tell her what Mrs. Monroe had said to Sara in front of me,
Linda and Vicki. She shook her head and said, "She shouldn't have said
things like that to Sara. Especially in front of the three of you."
"I know. I felt so sorry for Sara. You don't know why she's so strict
with Sara and not Linda. Do you?"
"No honey. I don't. Hasn't Sara told you anything?"
"No. And I don't want to pry. And mom. I have a lot of respect for
Sara and we agreed a long time ago that we wouldn't do anything like that
until it was the right time."
"Right time?"
"When and if we get married."
"Do you think you can do that?"
"Mom, there have been many times that we could have, but didn't. It's
hard, but we've done it. Or, really haven't done it."
"But being together in a hotel room could be too much of a temptation."
"Mom. We know. But please trust us."
"I will. Your father trusts you. He said, that I shouldn't say
anything."
"Will you please just trust us?"
"Yes."
It's about a five hour drive from Washington to West Point and Colonel
Monroe wanted to get an early start. So, it was early to bed.
The Second Week: Thursday - A Trip
I was up early this morning. And I'd slept better than I had the night
before. I had finally found a comfortable position.
I took a shower and I still wasn't used to the way the breasts moved when
I wasn't wearing a bra. But I was getting used to the weight. I did a
close shave and even though I probably wouldn't shave again until we were
back, I packed my shaving gear in my travel case.
It was going to be a warm late June day. So, I slipped into the special
panties, which surprisingly I was getting used to wearing, a pretty pink
bra, a pair of pink shorts, a pretty white blouse and slipped into my new
wedgies. Then, I sat at my dresser and put on some light makeup. I
slipped on my wig and put it in a ponytail. I stood up, looked at myself
and smiled.
I went downstairs and my mom and dad were eating breakfast. My dad saw
me first and said, "You look pretty this morning princess."
"Thanks daddy."
"Hank," my mother asked my dad, "how can you treat him as a girl so
easily? You've done it right from the start of all this."
"That's easy," my dad said. "When I look at her I see a girl. A pretty
girl. I know that she needs to be treated like a girl right now, because
what she's trying to do to help the Monroe's.
"When you first told me what he was doing, I figured that he wouldn't
look good or wouldn't really go through with it. But when I saw him that
night, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He looked like a girl, even
acted like one. He even sat on the couch like a girl would. So, it was
easy to treat him like a girl.
"When we were at the Navy Yard and he was back to being Peter. He was
Peter. There was no sign of a girl, except for the pierced ears. I was
happy to see that he was Peter. But now he's back to being Rebecca."
My mother was just sitting there nodding her head, then said, "You're
right. It's like two different people in one. Watching as he became
Rebecca so easily, was interesting. And I've seen Sara interact with
her. She really likes it when he's Rebecca."
"Guys," I said, "Becka is part of me. When this wedding is over. Peter
will be back. But I also know that Becka won't be far away. And don't
be surprised when she comes back from time to time. Because she will. I
like being her. It feels good."
"Peter," my dad said, "and I'm going to call you Peter right now. Like I
told your mother, I've know that you've had a softer side for a long time
and that you didn't want to go to a military academy. And you know,
that's fine. You are your own person and need to do what makes you feel
good. So, do it."
I walked over, gave my mother a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then did
the same to my dad. Then I just said, "I love you guys."
Then my dad asked, "Aren't you leaving early this morning?"
I looked at the clock and said, "Yes. And I've got to run."
"You have fun and behave yourself," my mother said,
"I will."
Then, I gave them both another kiss on the cheek. And as I walked out
the door, I said, "See you tomorrow some time."
When I arrived at the Monroe's house, I found out that the van was very
crowded with baggage. And the seating was going to be very tight. The
Colonel and Mrs. Monroe were up front. And Linda, Sara and I were going
to sit in the middle seat. The Colonel had removed the third seat to
allow for all the luggage that wouldn't fit in the car top carrier.
I whispered to Sara, "I should have come with my parents."
Sara whispered back, "No way lover. I want your company."
The traffic between Washington and New York City can be ugly and it was.
The supposedly less than a five hour drive to West Point actually took a
little over six hours, including the necessary stops.
I noticed that just before we got to our hotel, that Sara was getting a
little uncomfortable. I asked her if she was okay. She whispered to me
that she had to go. I told her to tell her dad. She said, no, that we
were almost there and she could wait.
As soon as we pulled up in front of the hotel, Sara was out of the van
and running into the hotel. We checked into the hotel and then helped
the hotel staff get the luggage sorted for the proper room. Sara finally
came back and apologized for running off.
All of the bridal party's rooms were on the same floor, except Linda's.
Our room was a nice big one, with two queen size beds, nice large
bathroom and a view of the Hudson River. Sara and I unpacked and then
just laid down on our respective bed and fell asleep.
We were startled awake late in the afternoon by the phone ringing. Sara
answered it. "Hello" ... "Yeah mom. We unpacked, laid down to rest and
just fell asleep." ... "Yes mom. Our own beds." ... "Okay. We'll see
you at six in the restaurant. Bye."
Sara put the phone down and said, "Damn it. I'm so tired of that."
I knew she was upset and I asked her, "Babe. What's wrong?"
"I just hate it when my mother keeps reminding me to behave myself."
"Why does she keep after you like that and not Linda?"
"I'm sorry, but I promised that I'd never tell."
"I know. But I'm here if you ever want to talk."
"Thanks."
After dinner the Colonel took us on a drive around West Point pointing
out all the historic spots. Like the barracks he lived in when he went
here, the West Point Club, where the reception was going to be, the
various monuments on campus and the stadium where he played football.
Then we stopped where the wedding was going to be, the Chapel of the Most
Holy Trinity. We went in and looked around. It was pretty, with its
early 1900's architecture, stained glass windows, woodwork and all. I
knew that the Monroe's had been here before, when they had worked with
the wedding planner in setting up the wedding.
I guess with a wedding this big and living as far away as we do, you have
to work with someone to make it happen.
When we were done, we went back to the hotel. Sara and I went and sat on
a bench, on the river side of the hotel and watched the river. She was
quiet, actually quieter than usual. It was like she was in deep thought.
Shortly after the sun set, Sara got up, took my hand and we went up to
our room. I took another shower and got ready for bed. When I walked
out of the bathroom, Sara grinned at me and said, "You are sexy in that
nightgown."
"Yeah right. A girl's body with a boy's head is sexy."
She just grinned at me and walked into the bathroom. I laid down on my
bed, turned on the television and tried to find something to watch.
Which I did.
A while later when Sara came out of the bathroom, I looked at her, in her
baby doll nightgown and said, "Now. That is sexy!"
She smiled, walked over and sat on her bed. Then she said, "Lover. I
think you need to know why my mother is the way she is with me."
I turned the television off and said, "You don't have to."
"I know. I don't think you keep anything from me. So, I don't want to
keep any anything from you."
"Why?"
"Don't we love each other?"
"You know we do."
"Don't you think keeping secrets from each other is a bad thing?"
"Yeah."
"Well. When Linda was a freshman in high school, she got pregnant."
"Oh."
"And had an abortion behind my mom and dad's back. It was botched. And
she almost died."
"Oh God!"
"And because of the way it was botched, she can't have children."
"That's why your mom is the way she is with you?"
"Yeah. She doesn't want me getting pregnant. And please don't tell
anyone."
"I won't."
"Now. Do you remember when I ran to the restroom when we got here?"
"Sure."
"Well. I used the restroom just outside the bar."
"So?"
As she reached under her pillow and retrieved something, then she said,
"They have a vending machine in there."
"So, I've seen other vending machines in the ladies rooms."
"Not like this one." Then as she held up a small, square, bright blue,
package, she asked, "Know what this is?"
"Ah... Yeah."
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