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Brother dearest
I was born in Whitstable, England in the year 1823. I was the second son
born to my father, Edward Lawrence, a merchant. My older brother,
Johnathan, was only a year older than me, so we grew up being very
close. My father wasn't well off but neither did we fare badly either.
As children Johnathan and I were both quite adventurous and would
regularly go out in the local woods, usually by foot but sometimes we
could ride most of the way by horse and carriage, getting a lift from a
kind traveller. In the woods we would play all sorts of games. Usually
we were soldiers fighting in a big war somewhere, both of us being great
and well-renowned heroes, some of the king's closest men. Usually we
would have with us some of our friends, who were close in age and social
class to me and Johnathan. We would go out in the early morning at days
father allowed us to take the forenoon off, to go and enjoy ourselves
while he ran the shop. Being the oldest son, my brother also had to
learn how to read and write, one day he was supposed to take over
father's shop and to do so you needed that knowledge.
My brother was a kind spirit and on days he was educated in the arts of
penmanship, mathematics and reading he would spend the very next day
teaching me all he could remember. He saw it as unfair that just because
he happened to be the eldest that he should be the only one with this
possibility. I could understand the reasoning quite well. For father it
was an unnecessary expense to have a second son learning this, when only
the first one would ever use it. I myself was more likely destined to
become an apprentice in another shop and would therefore never need such
knowledge. We did not have any sisters, mother died in childbed giving
birth to me. My father always told me that I wasn't to be blamed for
mother's unfortunate death but I could feel that there was some distance
between him and I that did not exist between my older brother and him.
In terms of intelligence and courage my brother and I were equals. He
was however more of a people person that I was. I liked to spend time
alone, thinking and pondering my reason for existence. Maybe I was
destined to one day become a priest, entrusting these answers in Jesus
and the good lord. I was, to be honest, not a strong believer in god
almighty and that he had created mankind in his image. How then could
there be so many wars and people suffering from poverty and diseases,
while others enjoyed wealth and long lives? I did not know the answers
but I dared not question my father or putting the lord's name in vain,
doing something as such would have led to me being confined to the
stocks and becoming the laughing stock of town.
As we were approaching or dawning manhood, my 13th and Johnathan's 14th
years of life our bodies started changing almost simultaneously. I had
always been a tall and lanky kind of lad while brother had always been
short and more robust, not overweight, mind you. As this happened I shot
past Johnathan in height and packed on much more muscle mass than he
did. My voice broke early and by the time I was as old as my brother had
been when starting his change I had a strong and clear voice that a
young man several year my senior would be in awe of. My brother on the
other hand changed in other, much more subtle ways. While I was putting
on muscle he seemed to become leaner in body, appearing to be losing
weight instead. He started wearing clothes that were much too large,
something obvious to anyone who saw him. His voice did not deepen the
same way mine did and instead kept its soft tone. At this time father
started ignoring brother and devoted more of his hours to me. Brother
was often tired and in bed, complaining of all sorts of agonies that I
myself had never experienced.
His frequent times being bedridden resulted in him thinning out even
more, in most places. As a direct cause of him not feeling well enough
to get out of bed, one which he and I shared, father rarely got the
opportunity to cut his hair short as he did with mine. Brother however
did not complain, he one night told me in secrecy that he even preferred
having hair that touched his neck! I saw that my brother was in agony
and would spend much time with him, helping him with tasks he had once
been the one helping me with. Father feared that brother would not live
to reach adult age, deciding that it was more valuable to have his
stronger son, me, receiving such schooling. Brother did not object this,
he himself started preparing for a life cut short by the lord's
mysterious ways. At nights he would lie crying over how scared he was
and that he had great fear of death. He did not want to die, he wanted
to live and be able to walk as freely as I. I pitied him greatly and
served as comfort to him. I did not find it odd or unmanly for brother
to cry. Crying was something you did when you felt saddened or scared,
both emotions being high up in Johnathan's mind.
I did not want brother to die, I wanted him to live and be strong. I
would gladly have given half of my own strength to him if I could. As
the months passed and I reached another year of life completed brother
looked frailer than ever in his limbs. He had not left his bed for much
other than toiletry for the greater part of half a year. Father had quit
paying attention to him altogether, probably having found the burden of
having his oldest son dying on him too great. At times Johnathan would
complain that his chest ached, he did not find the words how to explain
it, only telling me that he felt a peculiar soreness behind his nipples.
Some months later he informed me that this pain had alleviated mostly
but that his chest now had a puffiness that I had never seen on any
other man and did not think to be something a boy of 16 would normally
possess either. Shortly after my 15th anniversary of birth brother said
that the pain started lifting from him. Normally such information would
have made me happy but all I could interpret it as was a sign of his
approaching demise.
Time however proved me wrong. Brother started gaining strength and was
soon strong enough to walk around the house independently. The
differences in our physiques were apparent to any observer. I was almost
the same length as father and could easily lift twice my own weight with
my muscular arms. Brother on the other hand barely reached higher than
my shoulders, while standing on his toes. His thin body and thin arms
were hardly capable of doing any exercise harder than cleaning and
cooking. It saddened father so to see his oldest child looking like
this. He did not want to have any unnecessary expenses on him by having
tailored new clothes for him so he insisted that he would wear the
clothes I'd outgrown. The problem with him donning them was that they
were far too wide in the waist and too thin in the hips. Seeing no other
solution he suggested that brother donned the clothes worn by our late
mother while being in the house, away from public eyes. Brother was
horrified upon the idea of having to wear and walk around the house in a
dress. I comforted him by telling that it was better than having him go
naked.
Brother made his first attempt to wear mother's clothes while father was
away to the outskirts of London doing business and restocking. Johnathan
had me close my eyes and leave the room as a precaution that I would not
see him clothing himself, not finding it proper for his younger brother
to see him putting on a dress. "You may come in now," brother's soft
voice spoke as he called me in to our room to witness what he felt was
his greatest shame in life. I was taken aback when I entered the room
and saw a young lady standing in the center. "I look utterly ridiculous,
don't I?" she asked. Her long hair was pulled back and worn into a
ponytail that ended halfway down her back. Her slender arms fit
perfectly into the gown she was clad in, her bosom being quite small but
still obvious to the beholder. Her eyes were as blue as the... "Brother?!"
I asked the young woman. "Of course I'm your brother," she replied. I
could not believe what I was seeing, this young, in my opinion beautiful
woman, was in fact my older brother.
"Why are you staring so?" he inquired. "Do not get me wrong Johnathan
but you do hold quite the resemblance to any other young woman our age.
In fact I find you to be among the prettier ones too." His mouth fell
down as did his eyes. "I thought so too," he whispered and met my eyes.
"How can I, your older brother, more resemble a woman than man? This is
not right, it is unnatural!" he screamed and I could see tears starting
to pass down along his cheeks. Maybe it was his current appearance or
maybe it wasn't but I did something I had not done with brother in many
years, I hugged him. Feeling my strong torso towards his own thin body
gave him the comfort he needed and he cried more than I could ever
remembering having seen him do in my life. He clung on to me hard, his
small hands holding me tight to him. I did not mind being there for him
and seeing him in a moment of weakness, he needed me and I was there for
him.
He gave me a long glance, digging deep into my eyes. "Do I honestly
resemble a woman more than a man?" he asked. "I do believe so," I
replied, telling my honest opinion. "Then perhaps it would be better for
me to be a woman rather than a man," he said. "Whatever do you mean
brother?" I asked. "Please do not hold this against me but I actually
feel more comfortable wearing mother's clothes than I ever did wearing
my own. It just feels right for me in some way, like I was destined to
be one," he said. "But how can you be a woman having a male organ?" I
asked. Brother's next action surprised me greatly. He lifted of the
dress he was wearing and gave me sight of his naked body, a sight I had
not seen since we were children. His upper body resembled greatly a
woman's, his chest having two distinct mammaries hanging from his
pectoral area. His waist bent inwards and gave him a clear indenture
whereas my own waist had about the same width as my chest. What really
surprised me was seeing his lower body, his hips were broad, broad like
a woman's and his male organ was barely greater than my smallest finger.
Had it not been for that small appendage I would have believed I was
observing a naked woman.
"What do you say?" he asked, now my mouth hanging down in surprise. "You
honestly do resemble a member of the female sex, brother," I replied.
"Thought as much," he said. "While my appearance might come to a shock
to you little brother it does not to me. I have lived with this
knowledge for a few years now and have tried hiding it as best as I can
from father and you but it has become a harder and harder task as time
progressed, both because of my continuously changing body but also
because of me more and more having the feeling that I am living a lie by
pretending to be a boy while appearing and feeling as I do," he said.
"Feeling?" I wondered. "Although I dislike to admit it but I have never
been able to fancy a woman the same way I do with a man. I feel a strong
attraction to the male sex, something I've been aware of ever since I
started being bedridden. Most of the time I spent in bed my only
pleasure was observing the people walking by from our open window. From
it I could see all sorts of people, young and old, rich and poor and
women and men. At first I did not think much of it but after some time I
found it strangely exciting to observe our former playmates and seeing
them growing up into men, just like you. Other men too caught my eye and
I could feel a strange feeling in my small appendage by observing them,
something I've never done with women. Instead I feel much like them
while observing their behavior," he replied.
"I honestly do not know what to say to you brother. Father has always
told us that relationships between two men or two women are unholy and
will be punished by the sinners burning in hell forever," I said. "But
you do not believe that, nor do I! I believe that two people should be
free to love each other, no matter how they look. I think love and
attraction are two of the few feelings that our lord does not control, I
think it just happens without any greater plan behind it. Don't you
too?" he asked. "I do not know. While I think it to be strange for two
people with the same sexual organs to feel attraction, I do not think it
to be wrong or unholy. You are probably right in saying that love is
something that everybody should be able to enjoy, no matter who they
love. As for you wanting to live as a female, if I understand you
correctly, I think it should be up to you. If you feel that it is the
right thing for you to do, then I am not going to tell you otherwise.
You are my sibling and I will always love you as such, no matter if you
are my sister or brother," I answered.
"But what will father say?" my sister asked. "I do not know. I hope he
will be understanding but if not then I thank that there will only be
two alternatives for you. Either you keep living with us here as my
brother, wearing mother's dresses at home but my clothes while outside
or you leave the house and start living as a woman full-time. I don't
think I can say anymore because I have never thought about the
possibility of a thing such as this ever occurring. No matter what you
decide I will support you," I replied. My sister fell into another fit
of crying and I held her tight, wishing that there was more that I could
do to help. That night we slept apart for the first time in forever. If
brother wanted to be a woman and she wanted to be treated as such then I
could not share bed with her. That was a task only given to a potential
husband or any children of hers, not that I could ever imagine her ever
having any, considering her lack of what I knew women possessed in their
nether regions. I could hear her crying and agonizing this night, being
scared of what the future had in hold for a person such as her.
The next day I awoke she was gone. I did not find her in bed, nor in the
kitchen. I searched the entire house for a place she might've hidden.
Only when I checked mother's old dowry chest would I find a clue to her
disappearance. It had been emptied halfway, many of mother's dresses
having gone missing. In their place I found a small written note, coming
from a torn empty page from father's ledger. It contained a brief
message explaining my sister's disappearance. "Dear brother, I have
decided to choose the second of the two alternatives that you suggested
yesterday and will by the time you read this have left home. I might
appear cowardly to you but I do not want to risk facing father's fury. I
will not give you any mention of my destination, I do not know it myself
yet. I ask you not to come looking for me because I fear that you will
not find me and only waste your time. As for father, I do not want him
to know of my decision. Please inform father that I have finally
succumbed to my believed illness and that I was buried in an unmarked
grave by an unknown priest. I will come seek you out if possible in the
future. Forever yours, your sister Josephine."
Father returned a week later and did not seem to question the alleged
passing of his eldest son. It was inevitable, he said. Life with only me
and father living in the house on our own did not give us an empty
feeling. It had been like this most of the time for the last several
years and we were, might you say, used to being just the two of us.
Father now openly acknowledged me as his successor and I gradually
overtook responsibility of the shop. I met a girl and married her about
two years after I'd last seen my sister. Some days I would stare out the
same window as she'd been and would imagine her one day suddenly
appearing there, walking down the road with my house as her destination
but as time passed I slowly began giving up hope. Father too soon fell
ill and never got to experience holding a grandchild in his arms, my
oldest daughter being born just three weeks after his depart to heaven.
My wife and I had three more children after that, two girls and a boy.
It had now been almost ten years since I last saw my sister and I
assumed that she had probably not survived in a world that did not
understand people like her. I put her off as deceased too in my mind and
decided to devote myself entirely to raising my own family and guiding
my own children through life. I decided to encourage them to be
themselves and not what others wanted them to be. My wife agreed with my
philosophy and we spent a great deal of time teaching the four of them
that there was nothing wrong with being who they were or loving who they
did, we, their parents, would always love them. As it turned out our
oldest daughter appeared to have an inclination towards females and was
agonizing a great deal over this. But with our support and encouragement
she was able to become a female companion to one of her widowed friends
that she had experienced intimacy with before. Our other three children
were like me and my wife and all sought out partners opposite of their
own sex. My two younger daughters were happily married off to men of
their own choosing. My son married a girl from just across the street
but was shortly thereafter called into war and died in battle, leaving
his widowed wife alone with a child on the way. We allowed her to stay
and live with us.
One day while I were alone in shop, having had a slow day in general, I
saw a well-dressed woman that I thought somehow looked familiar enter.
She appeared to be my own age, about 45, and seemed to have something on
her mind. She spent the next several minutes inspecting the wares I
sold, a bit of this and that you may call it. I decided to pay no more
attention to her, she seemed like a gentle soul and I didn't think her
to be capable of stealing. I wrote down the few sales I'd made today in
father's old ledger and the next time I looked up the store in front of
me was empty. I looked down and calculated the total sums for today and
had barely come halfway when I heard a female cough coming from behind
me, causing me to drip a large stain of ink on the field I was writing
in. I turned around and saw the woman, or maybe even lady, from earlier
standing opposite of me. "Guess who I am" she urged and I observed her
closely, not afraid of inspecting certain areas that could considered
indecent to stare at usually. I did not know who this woman was, did I?
My eyes slowly made it up her neck. Despite her appearing to be the same
age as I she had few wrinkles in her face. Her mouth but a thin line,
with just a hint of a smile, her nose, small and turned slightly upwards
and her eyes, as blue as the... "Sister?!"
"Yes brother. It is I, believe it or not, but it really is I," she
replied. I now recognized it as the same soft voice as my brother had
decades ago. "Where... How?" I wondered. "I know you have many questions
brother dear, all will be answered in due time, I promise," she replied,
"It appears that it was the right decision for me to leave home after
all. I never got any manlier than I were when you saw me, quite the
opposite I might say," she said and gestured towards her generous bosom.
"I have been keeping track of you from a distance, picking up bits and
pieces from people passing by. As you might have guessed, I did not stay
here in town after leaving home. I actually headed as far away as my
money would carry me, up all the way to Norfolk. There I took employment
as a maid for a wealthy family and got quite acquainted with their
youngest son. He had no problems at all with who I used to be or what I
had underneath my dress, he loved me for who I were, as did I with him.
We've been married for almost 20 years now and have two boys to show for
it."
"Do you have children? How is that possible?" I were quick to ask. "Oh,
no. They're adopted. His older sister passed when they were young and
since their father was dead too we decided to take care of them. Despite
me not having the proper internal tools for becoming a mother, I still
became one. They're both sweet boys, they're about the same age as I
were when I left home now," she replied. "I thought you were dead!" I
replied, "I never heard from you and feared the worst had happened to
you and now I find you in this condition. Astonishing!" I said and
hugged my long lost sibling. As I released the tiny woman from my thick
arms I asked, "Did you travel all the way from Norfolk to see me? That
must've taken weeks!" I stepped back and observed her. "Actually no. My
family and I have decided to move here. My husband believes that there
is a profit to be made from the oysters we have here and have decided to
start a company here, using part of the capital inherited from my late
in-laws. So I am back and this time I am here to stay for good," she
said. I hugged her again and laughed "It's great to have you back again,
brother."
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