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Yankee Swap, Chapter 8: Secrets and Choices
Dawn broke over the foothills of the White Mountains of New Hampshire at
7:17AM on New Year's Day, and found Kim wide awake in Kelly's guest room.
The room was simple and plain, decorated in pale yellow and green, with a
simple twin bed and dresser of white pressed wood, like something you got
at IKEA for your new college apartment. It occurred to Kim as she sat
watching the room slowly brighten from the rising sun, that it would have
been suitable for any college student as it was neither overtly feminine
or masculine in design. Even the nightgown she had been given by Kelly
to wear seemed determined to not take sides. She had thought about that
and much else over the past four hours after giving up on sleep ever
taking her into its comforting embrace.
She thought about all that had happened to her in the past few days: the
'gift' from the Yankee Swap with its maddeningly vague yet specific note.
She thought about experiencing the full immersion of femininity that
resulted from her visit to Stacy's shop. She thought about the
conflicting emotions this all brought up, the memories of past
experiences caught dressing by her mother, and the nagging sense of deja-
vu around all of it. And she thought about Kelly. It was possibly the
first time she had thought that way about anyone but Cheree in the last
six months, or for years really, since she and Cheree had met and
married.
These thoughts were what had made it so impossible to sleep. They always
started out nicely, remembering how sweet and attentive Kelly had been,
taking her under her wing and staying with her through the New Year's Eve
party. Then the wondering began. Surely Kelly must have had other
things she would have rather done than babysit a stranger who suddenly
found himself wearing women's clothing (and loving it, by the way, but
don't get me sidetracked.) So was she really as nice as she seemed or
was she protecting Stacy's investment? Was Kim ever going to get the
solvent, or would it be held out against the bill for makeover services,
a wig and a wardrobe she could not imaging wearing ever again, and now
that the wig was attached with what must be the same adhesive, how much
was it going to cost to get back to, well, what used to be normal?
All of this was framed in her wondering what she really felt for Kelly,
or if she could even trust those feelings. If she was falling for Kelly
while wearing absolutely no male garments whatsoever, what did that mean?
Even if Kelly did return the interest, who was she interested in - Kim?
She didn't even know Ken's name. How could she possibly like him?
As she thought this and more, there was a soft knock on the door. Kim
briefly thought about not answering, but then realized she was sitting in
a stranger's room with breast forms and a wig glued to her, no male
clothing, and no idea where her car was, or even what had happened to her
keys. "Come in" she replied.
Kelly came in wearing a long blue and black tank top dress/nightgown.
She was absolutely beautiful, and the thoughts started their cycle all
over again. "I thought you might like some coffee. I hope cream and
sugar are OK?"
"Yes, that is perfect. Thank you," said Kim.
"How did you sleep?" Kelly asked "Have you been up a while?"
"Sleep is over-rated" said Kim. "I've been just waiting for a good time
to get up. It just never seemed quite right. I'm sure you've got better
things to do than look after me, so..." Kim was going to say she could
get a taxi to the store and pick up her things, but she had no wallet,
suitable clothes for the trip, or any idea how to extract herself from
the predicament she was in.
"Kim, no - you are no problem, really. There isn't anything I need to
do. I'm going to make sure you get sorted."
This seemed a fairly duty-laden commitment and Kim was starting to
unravel. The lack of sleep, the experiences over the last 16 hours, and
the complete terror of the predicament she was in, and the absolute dread
she felt knowing it had to end. "I just need to get home. I have
friends who are expecting me for dinner on Friday. I never wanted for
this to happen. I don't know how it happened. I don't know..." and with
that, she dissolved into tears for the second time in front of Kelly, and
for the second time Kelly wrapped her arms around her and let Kim cry it
out on her shoulder.
"What is happening? Why did I agree to go to the party? I need all this
to stop, but I..."
Kelly replied "But you don't want it to stop. You know when it stops you
will feel empty. Like part of you has died."
"Oh my God yes! How do you know all this? If you aren't like me...
Like me. Why are you so nice to me? You are an amazingly attractive
woman who has shown me nothing but kindness and you don't even know me.
I'm sorry, but why?"
"Kim, first, I am honored to have met you last night. You have given me
two things I have never thought I would have again. A fresh perspective
on a relationship I was too close to comprehend, and hope that my life
may not be the empty void I thought I was destined for." Kim started to
talk, but Kelly gently placed a finger on her lips. "No more thoughts
for right now. If you can't sleep, you can still have breakfast.
There's a robe in the closet that should fit you. Put that on and come
on out." With that, she gently kissed Kim's cheek and left the room.
Kim put on the bathrobe and after relieving herself and washing up,
entered the kitchen. Kelly was just hanging up the phone and had started
grabbing items from the fridge. "That was Stacy. She is getting dressed
and will be over by the time we finish breakfast. If you want to help
you can get the bread out and make some toast. Do you like mushroom and
cheddar omelettes? It's good sharp cheddar from Maine's Pineland Farms.
And yes, she has the solvent, though you might want to wait to use it
when we take you to the store, unless you want to lose the boobs and keep
the claws?"
Kim glanced down at the beautiful manicured nails and realized again how
far into the world of femininity she had traveled. "So can she undo all
of this at the store?"
"Yes, if that is what you want. No - don't answer now. She isn't here
and you still haven't had breakfast."
So have breakfast they did. They mostly ate in silence. Kim was lost in
thought about what it was that she really wanted, and Kelly seemed
preoccupied with her own concerns. Stacy showed up fairly quickly, and
dug into the leftovers, and then went to work on Kim's hair. "Kelly, how
could you let this poor girl sit at the table without at least brushing
her hair? Never mind" she said, after glancing at Kelly "I forgot - IT
girls don't brush their hair before breakfast. Sometimes I think we were
both born in the wrong bodies!"
Kelly quickly redirected the conversation. "Kim, before we make any
decisions... wow! I am sorry, I should have brushed your hair - you really
are a beautiful girl."
Kim felt herself blush, and there was a short awkward pause before Kelly
continued "Stacy and I want to explain a few things. Things we assumed
you understood, and things you never would have known. First, while you
so aptly put it, I am not like you, but Stacy is."
Kim's eyes widened as she stared at Stacy, in some ways seeing her now
for the first time. "You are... I... I'm sorry, I'm probably being rude
again, aren't I?"
"Oh Kim, you are such a joy to know." said Stacy. "I don't know many
people who have been able to maintain a child-like innocence about them
like you do. Plenty who are child-ish, but that's not at all the same.
Yes, I am Transgender. I assumed you knew, until just now. I thought
Kelly was blowing things out of proportion. After all, this information
is on the store's website, and since you found me through the website..."
"No, the solvent appeared on a search, and then I just clicked on the
'directions' button. I never looked anywhere else." Kim replied, still
slightly wide eyed.
"But that's not really what we wanted to tell you." said Kelly. "The
thing is, Stacy was my brother up to a year ago. At least in my mind.
She had been on HRT for a couple years, and living full time as Stacy for
even longer, but I was not accepting of her. Then just before last
Christmas, my own life unraveled. I was fired from my job for making a
"false complaint" of sexual harassment against a VP in the IT consulting
firm I worked for. That's not the worst part though. No one believed
me. My so-called friends and coworkers abandoned me. The whole thing
went public and no other local companies would hire me. I was in a
pretty dark place, even doubting my own memories, and if you knew what
this guy did, you would be amazed anyone could doubt it. But that's how
it works, and how people like him get away with it sometimes. Anyway,
that's when Stacy showed up at my door, looking for someone to take her
in. Honestly I don't know which of us needed the other more, but the
sibling bond was enough to keep us there to support the other. She
helped me to understand that what had been done to me was not my fault,
and that I did not deserve it. Mostly, she simply believed me, so I knew
I wasn't losing my mind. I gave her a place to live when no one else
would take her in. But even then I wasn't really accepting of 'her.' My
guest room was not the bastion of gender-neutrality it is now - I changed
it so she wouldn't get all girly on me. I really was not very nice, even
when she was so dedicated to helping me understand my own situation.
Stacy jumped in. "As for the scumbag, he got what he deserved. Let's
just say that he won't be abusing anyone else."
"You make it sound like we had him taken out by some guy with a crooked
nose and garlic breath" said Kelly. Kim wanted to laugh at that, but
wasn't sure that was appropriate, so tried to stifle it and a strange
kind of snort came out instead. "Like most perps he couldn't control
himself. I didn't know it, but the VP of HR had hired someone undercover
to check the situation. Turns out this guy had most of the women at the
firm scared. After he got me fired, no one was willing to come forward.
He tried his usual tricks against this undercover investigator. He was
publicly and extravagantly fired July 14 - a year and a half ago. Yes, I
remember the exact date."
Stacy chimed in, "Who would have thought the French Independence Day
would also be our Independence Day?"
"Stacy, you know it isn't really their Independence Day - it is their..."
Kelly started.
"Blah, blah, blah," said Stacy. "Miss smarty-pants. Or is it pantalons
intelligents?"
"Pr?tentieux," Kelly said under her breath.
"I heard that!" said Stacy, but had a broad smile on her face all the
same.
"I thought about suing, but the firm offered a settlement to me - a very
generous sum - and offered me my job back, and a public apology. I
declined the job, and used half of the money to buy an old store and
Stacy and I opened the shop you found yesterday. It has exceeded both
our expectations due to the unexpected demand of locals and a decent
internet business for a store that wanted to help Transgender people
become the women they wanted to be, and not a stereotype caricature of a
woman." Kelly stopped and eyed Kim as if gauging how much more to say.
"Still," she continued, "the point of all of this is that I wasn't very
nice to Stacy, or supportive of her inner self, her true self which she
now expresses fully and without fear. The store was as much an act of
sibling duty as it was belief in her vision of the service she could
provide to this community. And last night when she asked me to look
after you, I admit I was not thrilled."
"I knew it," thought Kim. "Here it comes." Her eyes got a little wide
and she must have clenched every muscle in her body. She was holding her
breath, expecting the worst.
"But Kim, you just blew me away," Kelly continued. "You were so sweet
and vulnerable. I think I finally saw the person my sister was showing
me now for years. They say when the student is ready, the teacher will
appear. Well, here you are, right in front of me. I owe you for opening
my eyes finally to fully accepting my sister for the wonderful person,
woman, that she is."
Stacy was tearing up a bit and she and Kelly shared a hug and spoke
quietly to each other for a minute, and Kim took this all in. In one
sense, this was good. At least Kelly didn't think she was a freak or
resent having to look after her. On the other hand, it was not the
expression of affection she had hoped for. She supposed she was silly to
have expected anything of the sort.
Kelly pressed on. "So I want to be sure I support you fully, and let you
know there are people who will be your friends in this journey, wherever
it takes you. So now you know this, you have options. You can go back
to the store with Stacy, where she will undo all that you've gone
through, and you can go on your way."
"Or?" said Kim, meekly, when there was a long pause.
"Or we can help you explore this side of you further. Looking at the
clothes you brought with you yesterday, it seems you got them from
someone else's wardrobe. We could start by taking you shopping for some
new outfits" Stacy added excitedly. There are a few dresses in the store
I think would be perfect for you."
Kim realized Stacy meant the clothes from Cheree's closet. Cheree. Oh
Crap, she was starting to spiral again. Thoughts of Cheree and Annie,
all the emotions of the past few days, the attraction to Kelly, must have
finally opened some locked door in her brain, and memories came flooding
back of times in her life where she had dressed in girl's clothes. She
must have done it numerous times up to the age of 12 or 13. She was
starting to remember therapy sessions with her parents. Had she been
hypnotized to forget? Was her eagerness to please her parents used to
force her to repress any desire to express her feminine nature? She was
having a hard time trying to cope with all of this, to find some thought
to hold on to. There was so much to say that it surprised her that what
came out was "I need to be at Connie's house at 5:30 on Friday." Maybe
she blurted it out because it was the only rational thought she had.
"Well then we need to get a move on" said Stacy. "I assume you mean Ken
needs to be there? Today is Friday, or did you not know that?"
"What? No. But-" Kim glanced at Kelly, who had suddenly started picking
up the breakfast dishes and cleaning up.
She placed them in the sink and without turning around said "Well let's
get you to your friend on time." She turned and added "I'm sorry I don't
have anything less formal than the gown you wore for the trip to the
store."
"I brought some jeans and a top and sweatshirt that should fit," said
Stacy. "Here, go put these on. You'll have to wear the heels from last
night."
Kim changed and when she came out, Kelly was waiting for her. "Now you
know, just because you decided to, well to not stay, doesn't mean this
door is closed to you. You are welcome to come back at any time. We
teach some beginner classes on makeup and such, and, well I would love to
see you in one of them. Again, it was a pleasure meeting you." With
that they exchanged a brief hug and Kim wandered out to the car where
Stacy was waiting.
So it was that three hours later, Ken found himself heading east on route
101, vaguely wondering what had just happened. He was remembering more
and more of things that he had repressed for years, replacing the sense
of deja-vu with a confused, jumbled set of memories of him enjoying the
feel of female garments caressing his body, and shame and guilt that
brought about in his family.. Before leaving, he had thanked Stacy and
asked her let Kelly know how much he appreciated all she had done for
him. He even was bold enough to say "I don't know if this is the end of
all of this, so I may be back. Is that alright?"
"Of course! Please, I know how hard this must be. It took me years to
come to terms with this myself. You are always welcome at my store. And
I think you should create an email address for Kim, and when you do - use
the Contact Us link on the store. Kelly answers the email, so you can
thank her yourself." She had given him the remainder of the solvent,
some nail polish remover, and the hip padding garment. "I can't sell it
now, and I want you to have it. After all you've done for me and Kelly."
He wanted to say he would like to see Kelly again, but could not bring
himself to say the words. So off he drove, though he had no idea if
leaving was what he actually wanted.
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