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Last Man Standing:
I remember once going to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show with my wife
Frances. I had lost a bet. Frances had insisted that we dress for the
Floor Show and travel to the show dressed for it. So there I had stood
in make-up, wearing black lace women's opera gloves on my arms, wearing
a red sequinned corset, black panties, black suspenders, fishnet
stockings and 5 inch stiletto heels. Frances was dressed just the same
but I had a handbag over my right shoulder and my left and right arms
wrapped protectively around her as we waited for a taxi. I never felt
so ridiculous in all my life - a grown man standing next to his wife in
women's underwear! In fact as we were dressed the same it felt like
some kind of uniform - a woman's uniform.
What was it about me that made me want to protect her as we both stood
outside our flat waiting for our taxi to take us to the show? Male
instincts I guess, but Frances had been to the Rocky Horror picture show
dressed like this loads of times. This was the first time I had ever
worn women's underwear let alone gone outside dressed like this. I felt
so vulnerable. In fact the roles were probably reversed. A woman
standing around in her underwear next to a man would probably feel
vulnerable normally but Frances must have felt empowered to be standing
next to a man dressed like her.
So, all the neighbours had seen me dressed in women's underwear and I
guess assumed I was some kind of crossdresser. We had received Xmas
cards from all of them with pictures of me standing there dressed as a
woman. We moved a few months after that and I never crossdressed again,
well not in public.
Two years later Barry was born. I was proud to have a male heir but I
know Frances wanted a daughter, so we tried again and a year later Tim
was born. We stopped there.
I got a job in a cash office of a department store and Frances always
did the women's jobs around the house. I would offer moral support as I
read the paper or watched the football.
One summer's day when Barry was 14, I remember him telling me he felt
like he was a woman trapped in a man's body. I was shocked. I remember
staring at him for a moment in disbelief and thinking long and hard
about what I was going to say.
I had read about people like that and how if they were not accepted by
their parents they would sometimes commit suicide. Bad as it was I did
not want to lose my son even if he wanted to become a woman.
"Have you talked to your mother about this?"
"Yes, she said I should talk to you."
"Right. Well, er, has she made any suggestions? I think that perhaps
you should experiment with what it means to dress as a woman or be a
woman before taking any drastic steps. I mean I have read about
transvestites and transwomen and although you identify as a transwoman
now maybe you are actually a transvestite?"
"Yeah Mum was ahead of you there. She suggested we go lingerie shopping
this weekend."
"Oh, ok."
Later that day Frances had told me she wanted a word with me. She had
known a few transwomen in her time and she suggested that it would be a
nice gesture if Tim, who had just turned 13 and I also joined them in
the lingerie shop.
"You are not suggesting what I think you are suggesting are you? Look I
am not getting dressed as a transvestite again like that time you had me
standing outside waiting for a taxi so all the neighbours could see us."
"It's not about you, John, it's about Barry. Don't be so selfish."
I was sensitive about being selfish and doing everything a father could
for my boys so I reluctantly agreed. "But let Tim make his own
decision."
"He has, he wants his own lingerie too."
I later learnt that Frances, suspecting that Tim too might have his own
gender issues, had tricked Tim. She had said we were going shopping for
Barry this weekend and, as younger brothers do, Tim had said he wanted
whatever we were buying for Barry too.
"Very well, so you shall, but if I hear you complain afterwards you will
be in trouble."
So Tim and I had been manipulated into going on a lingerie shopping trip
with my wife and Barry. Barry was delighted that we were all supporting
him in this.
When we arrived at the shop a sales assistant came over and asked
Frances what she could get her. I had never been in a lingerie shop and
was fascinated by all the beautiful sexy clothing on display. I
wondered what it would feel like to wear it.
"Oh no, it's not for me, you see the men in my family I have brought
with me? They all have gender issues."
Tim looked shocked. I didn't understand then that he had no idea he was
about to be bought lingerie and how he had thought Barry was going to be
bought some cool stuff and he did not want to miss out.
"We will get a personal shopper for each of them as you are all
different sizes, your husband looks a size 14 so he can have Fanny, your
older son looks a size 8 so Francesca will help him and your younger son
looks a size zero so I will help him. My name's Francine by the way."
"Thank you Francine. I am sure my 'girls' will appreciate your help."
I felt really embarrassed. I am a normal heterosexual man supporting my
oldest son who has just come out to me but I cannot speak about this in
the shop as I am not quite sure how to explain to Barry that I would not
be dressing like him very often.
So I found myself looking at bras, suspender belts, panties, camisoles,
slips, stockings and pantyhose with Fanny. While Barry went off with
Francesca and Tim went off with Francine. The girls were very good at
their jobs which I realised when each of us had as many bags of lingerie
as we could carry and I had a loyalty card with 50% off my next shop. A
shame I was never going to use it again I thought to myself.
When I got home I realised I had bought so much lingerie that I had to
clear out my drawers of my boxer shorts and socks and use my spare
drawer for the stockings and pantyhose. All the drawers in my bedroom
had lingerie in them. In the dark it would be difficult telling which
lingerie was mine and which was Frances's. What a strange position to
find myself in!
I wanted some space for my male clothing and Frances cleared a shelf in
our wardrobe.
I watched as Tim rearranged his drawers and carefully put his socks and
boxer shorts at the front of his top drawer and as Barry simply threw
out all his male underwear.
Frances asked Barry what we should call him when he is dressed en femme.
Barry thinks for a moment and says, "I should like to be called
'Francesa' like my sales assistant, why don't we call Tim 'Francine' and
Dad 'Fanny'?"
"What a great idea!" Frances replied.
Frances said she would help each of us get dressed. But we should each
wait in our room until everyone was ready. So first she took Barry to
turn him into Francesca.
So I decided to have a word with Tim. "Why did you look so shocked in
the shop, Tim?"
"Well I said I wanted to have whatever Barry was getting and Mum said I
must not complain about it but I had no idea that Barry was getting a
load of women's clothes. I knew Barry feels he is a woman in a man's
body and all that but I don't. I don't want to be a girl Daddy, and I
am scared. Won't they call me a sissy at school? Why did you not
object when Mum said we had gender issues?" Why have you, the man of
the house agreed to become a woman Daddy?"
Then I paused for a moment. I had agreed to dress as a woman to support
Barry becoming Francesca because I was worried that Barry might
otherwise become suicidal. What if Frances, with her feminine intuition
was right and it wasn't just Barry with gender issues? What if Tim too
had gender issues? What if I did?
But I am the man of the house! I don't have gender issues so therefore
Tim does not either. But then again, what if he does or if he says
something to Barry...
Just then Frances came out. "Francesca is ready. Francine, you are
next sweetie."
"But I don't want to be a girl, Mummy. I am a boy," Tim replied trying
to resist his feminisation and appealing to his mother to protect him.
Why didn't he trust me to protect him?
"Francine, what did I tell you before we went shopping?" my wife replied
making clear she expected him to get dressed like his new sister.
"But you didn't tell him where we were going!" I replied. I would put
an end to this and protect my son from his mother.
"Francine, go to your room while I have a word with Fanny!" Frances
said
"Now, Fanny, you agreed you would go along with this to support
Francesca. I told you Tim had agreed to me buying lingerie for him
too."
"Yes, but Tim told me what you told him and it wasn't the same thing was
it?" I countered not registering that she was calling me Fanny.
"What makes you think Tim isn't also a woman trapped in a man's body?"
Frances shot back at me.
"Er let me see - he's not told me he is like Barry has," I began
confident I was going to win this particular battle.
"Did Barry tell you he was when he was Tim's age?"
Suddenly I was feeling less confident.
"I overheard what Francine told you but you weren't listening were you?
Francine was telling you she was scared of being called a sissy at
school. But she was not telling you she was scared of becoming a sissy
was she?"
I realised she had a point.
"Barry is not the only person who has been in my underwear drawer in
this house. I also found Tim has borrowed some of my panties. So go and
have a shave in our bathroom whilst I help Francine to discover
herself."
"You think Francine is going to want the same operation as Francesca?"
I asked.
"Both of our daughters are too young for that, Fanny, but you are not.
Are you a woman trapped in a man's body?"
"Of course not," I said.
"Well, I think it is an important decision in young man's life. If our
sons want to become our daughters you know we cannot refuse them but
they should spend some time living as girls first just in case they have
second thoughts. Francesca is almost certainly transgendered but
Francine only be a transvestite or she may be transgendered too. What
about you?"
"I am just going along with this to support Francesca."
"Sure you are sweetie, but sooner or later you are going to have to
decide who you are. Fancesca and Francine are not the only people who
have been in my underwear drawer are they?"
Shit she knew about my secret crossdressing!
Frances went off to dress Francine whilst I had a shave.
Frances told Francine not to be scared. "If you want to become a woman
as much as Francesca does, you will have to wait like Francesca until
you are 18 years old. If you are just a transvestite that is okay too
but until you each get to 18 you can only be transvestites."
"Thank you Mummy," said Francine.
Then there was a knock at the door and I knew it was my turn. Frances
had come for me, the last man standing in the house. It felt just like
the day I had lost the bet all those years ago as Frances worked on my
make-up. It was only a matter of time before I looked like a woman for
the second time in my life. I was wearing false breasts and Frances had
applied false eyelashes and fingernails too and I was wearing my bra and
my panties and my suspender belt and fishnet stockings. Then I turned
to the bed and saw my corset, opera gloves and handbag from all those
years ago and I knew where we were going tonight.
So I stood outside my front door dressed for the Floor Show with my wife
and our two new daughters. I felt so proud of them. They were less
frightened than I was the first time because they accepted who they
were. We were all dressed the same of course. Frances had seen to that
while we all had our individual assistants in the lingerie shop.
I was going to be using my loyalty card after all.
I was the one holding the handbag again but this time I did not feel as
vulnerable. "You are starting to think of all this as your clothing now
aren't you Fanny? I saw how your eyes lit up. Previously you called it
women's clothing. Now you see it as your clothing don't you?" Frances
said.
"Yes I do," I replied. "And does that mean I am not a man anymore?
What should I be? A man in a dress? What can I be? A transvestite?
Am I a transvestite or am I transgendered? The first time you dressed
me like this I was worried I might be becoming a transvestite and I
tried to fight the urge to dress like this but now I am starting to
think I would like my own breasts."
"I enjoy having a girlfriend with something extra though," said Frances.
"Have you considered that you might be a shemale and have the best of
both worlds? I am going to enjoy having three other women round the
house to share the chores."
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