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"It's alright, Teddy. You go right ahead and tell, Mr. Brian."
Brian smiled across from the two ladies in front of him. He had already
met Mrs. Katarine a few days ago. She had told him everything already,
but Brian wanted to hear it firsthand. It was an interesting situation.
Mrs. Katarine was beautiful, but her husband put her to shame.
He was a blond bomb-shell. His make-up was delicately done in a 50s
style. His wig gave him an appearance of a blonde Bettie Page. His dress
covered with green and pink roses. He was rubbing his hands in his lap
and had his head down. It didn't take a genius to realize he was
uncomfortable here. Katarine had done all the talking since they arrived.
They sat in an uncomfortable silence while Ted fidgeted in his chair.
Brian wasn't quite sure what his problem was. He was a knock-out. He
definitely wouldn't have a problem passing in public.
"Well..." Ted said after a minute of silence. "It's just...hard to get
over, you know."
His voice was a little deeper than Brian thought it would be. He wasn't
putting much inflection into it. Brian would have to work on that.
"What is?" Brian asked.
"I want to be her, I mean Kat's sissy wife. I know it would make me
happy. I just...."
He left the sentence hanging in the air for Brian to decipher. He was a
little dense when it came to this topic. He had never met a self-
proclaimed 'sissy'. He wasn't really even sure what it meant.
"It's ok. I'm here to help. What is stopping you from dressing all the
time? Your wife told me that you work from home so that shouldn't be a
problem."
"It's my brother," Ted began. "He lives with us. I'm dreading the day he
finds out. He's a bit of a hot head. He's about your age, Mr. Persaw."
"I think I understand. Well, I can promise you that no one would mistake
you for a man when you dress like that. You're walk is excellent. The
only thing physically that needs some work would be your voice, but that
is an easy fix" Brian said as he moved around to the other side of the
desk. He grabbed a chair and pulled it in front of Ted and Katarine.
"We get a lot of clients that have trouble telling family and significant
others about their dressing. I can see you want this full-time, so you
can't let your brother stand in the way of your happiness."
"I know," Ted sighed. Katarine placed her hand gently on his and smiled
at Brian.
"Is there anything you can do to help Teddy relax in the meantime? Our
friend who referred us said that you have a way with relaxing the mind."
Brian shifted in his seat a bit under Katarine's gaze. She seemed to be
painfully protective of her husband.
"I have a tape made up that Ted can listen to while he works to help him
relax. It mostly sounds like background noise so he can listen to it
while he works. It has some audio tracks under the music that will help
you relax, Ted."
That didn't seem to satisfy Katarine.
"That's just the first step!" Brian said thinking quickly. "Ted, you can
come back in for a follow-up once you listen to the tapes and it should
make you more susceptible to my techniques."
"Excellent!" Katarine cheered. She stood up and clapped her hands on
Brian's shoulders. "I knew I could count on you. Mr. Persaw. You are such
a sweetheart."
She gave Brian a kiss on the cheek that reminded him of the kiss Michael
Corleone gave his brother in the second Godfather movie. This woman was
not to be messed with.
To be fair, she was paying Brian enough money for a year's rent at his
new apartment so he could understand her need for some results.
Brian shook both of their hands and gave them his business card as they
shuffled out. He went over to his desk to send the mp3 files to Ted
before he forgot.
People always wanted instant results with hypnosis. They just didn't
understand. It had taken YEARS to get Abby and Jeanie to point they were
at. Hypnosis was like a wave rolling over a rock. It took time to ware
down someone down to where you could speak directly to the subconscious.
It took time and a lot of trust. However, Brian knew trust was easy to
get when you were able to tell people what to think.
"You did wonderful, honey!" Katarine cheered as she drove her and Ted
home. "How are you feelin'?."
"Not so good," Ted said. "My heart was pounding the entire time."
"You just have to get comfortable, sweetie. That's the first person other
than me who's seen your beautiful side. Its gonna take some time."
Katarine rested her hand gently on Ted's knee as she navigated through
the insanity known as Atlanta traffic. She loved Ted to death and she was
going be damned if anyone made her Teddy feel bad.
We will get Teddy out and about with Mr. Brian soon, she thought. That'll
do him a lot of good.
She was worried about this whole venture, but she knew it was what Ted
wanted. She had known him since high school. Ted had confided in her
about his dressing their senior year and she had fallen in love with him
the moment he had shown her his other self.
Ted was always happiest when he was dressed up. Katarine wanted it to be
a permanent affair, but Ted wouldn't have it. He didn't have much family
around other than his brother but that was enough. Ted couldn't stand the
thought of his brother Carl finding out.
She sighed as she thought about all the fighting they had done about it
over the years. It had been six years since they had started dating in
high school and everything had been smooth sailing. Except for that
issue.
"What's wrong?" Ted said as he placed his hand on hers. She looked down
at his nails and sighed again.
"Nothin'. I wish you'd paint those nails though, Teddy. Paint them that
nice red like your toe nails. You'd look lovely!"
"You know I can't babe," he sulked. It was too much work to do when he
had to take clean it off every time because of his brother. "We have been
over this a thousand times."
There was the painful silence that anyone who has had a significant other
understands. It occurs when you are walking the razor's edge between
having sex and sleeping on the couch that night. Ted did his best to
rally.
"I'm sorry, honey. It has everything to do with me. I love you so much
for setting up this meeting for me with Mr. Persaw" He said. "By the
way...how old was he? He seems young to be a psychologist."
"I was thinkin' that myself earlier!" Katarine whispered. "I didn't want
to seem to judgmental, but that Freddy from work said Brian did wonders
for him. After seein' him, Freddy comes to work as Franny most days."
Ted continued this line of conversation after seeing it successfully got
him out of the doghouse.
On a normal Tuesday midday, Carl had one of his friends pick him up, and
they went and played video games down at the LAN center. He had done this
every day for the past two months, on Katarine's dime, so the two were
shocked when they arrived home and opened the door to find Carl sitting
on the couch watching a movie.
"Hey Kat. Who's your friend?" Carl said as he enjoyed the eye candy
standing with Kat.
That girl is my type, he thought to himself as he looked her up and down.
He knew a blonde bimbo when he saw one.
Now, if Katarine had seen the sheer terror in her husband's face, she
might not have been so quick to act. However, one must understand the
hatred Katarine had for Carl. It is not easily described. All that can
really be said for it is that when the two of them were in a room
together, it was best to duck and cover.
That is what Ted attempted to do as he brushed beside his wife. He was
almost out of the blast zone when he felt something clamp onto his dress.
He turned to see his wife with a devious grin on her face pinching his
dress. She was looking right at Carl.
"This hottie, Carl, happens to be your brother!" she cheered.
"Ha, very funny" he said as he exited out of his movie. He stood up and
went over to shake the blonde's hand.
His pace slowed down though as he made eye contact with the stranger. It
only took a moment for it to sink in, but Katarine savored every moment
of it.
"Dude..." he said as he moved in front of Ted. He poked him like he was
investigating an alien species. "What is going on?."
Ted averted his eyes and kept them down, but managed a reply.
"It's me, Carl" he sighed. It was a combination of embarrassment and
relief. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this."
"Find out what? What am I looking at here" he said bewildered. "Why are
you dressed like this?."
"Because that's who he really is," Katarine offered. She leaned moved up
against her husband as he leaned his head against her shoulder. In her
heels, she had a solid foot on him.
"Bullshit," he said. "Did she make you dress like this?."
"No," Ted said as he finally looked up. "This is all me. This is who I
want to be, Carl. If you'll sit down, we can talk...."
"Talk about what?!" he shouted. "About how my brother likes to prance
around in panties?! What is going on?."
"You have some nerve to yell at us in OUR house!" Katarine raised her
voice and moved towards him. Carl shrunk back in a hurry. Katarine had a
solid foot on him as well with those heels. She also was told she had a
solid left-hook which he didn't care to find out about.
"Whatever!! If you want a sissy for a husband, you go right ahead!" he
yelled as he ran upstairs.
"Its alright, sweetheart," Katarine said as she pulled Ted to her chest.
His make-up was running as tears rolled down his cheeks. "He didn't mean
it. Bless his heart. It's tough being a 19 year old who's family pays for
everything."
Ted wrapped his arms around her waist as he did his best to stop crying.
It wasn't easy though. His brother meant a lot to him, but they just
lived on two different frequencies.
"I know it is a lot to take in, but I give and I give and all he ever
does take!" Ted managed to say.
"Its alright, honey. You go clean up your face and I'll get to work on
dinner. I'm gonna cook your favorite. You go listen to those tapes and
get some work done if you can."
"I love you, Kat," he said as stood on the tips of his toes to grab a
kiss.
Kat leaned in and gave him one back.
"I love you too, Teddy. Now go clean up, sexy" she said as she slapped
Ted on the ass.
"Kat!" he giggled as he trotted upstairs. "I am not that kind of girl."
"We both know that ain't true," she said as she made her way into the
kitchen.
Carl snuck away from the edge of the stairs and made his way up into his
room before Ted could see him. He had spied on the whole conversation and
felt like a piece of shit. Probably because he was a piece of shit, but
who wasn't at 19?
The way they talked to each other grossed him out, but Carl loved his
brother. It really hurt that he had made Ted cry.
Carl laid down on his bed as he tried to sort through his emotional
catalogue and decipher what he was feeling. Anger was the biggest one.
The idea of having his brother who: taught him how to play baseball, how
to do calculus, how to fix a radiator leak, being a sissy made him
nauseous. If his brother who taught him everything was a sissy, what did
that make Carl?
Carl did his best to push anger away. He didn't want to be mad at his
brother. Both of their parents were deadbeats who did nothing for them
growing up.
Ted was all Carl had.
He did his best to sort through his feelings and calm himself down as Ted
went to sit down at his work desk on the other side of the wall. Carl
heard some music playing from the other side of the wall as he heard Ted
close his work door.
Things would have been different if Ted had set up his office anywhere
else in the house. The room it was in now had been a junk room for years.
When Carl had moved in last year, he cleaned it out as a present to Ted
and Kat for Christmas so they could set it up as an office.
That kind act led Ted to put his desk right beside the wall where Carl
had his bed. The same bed that Carl was laying on as he listened to the
calming music coming from Ted's computer.
Things remained icy in the house for about a week after the incident.
Katarine and Carl remained in a stand-off that gave Korean DMZ a run for
its money. Ted just sulked. For the first couple of days. Then, Carl
noticed a change.
Ted had been wearing his male attire up until Friday. Carl went down for
breakfast and found his brother in pajamas that there were a bright neon
pink. It was made of some shiny material. Satin maybe? Matching socks and
fluffy slippers were on his feet as he glided around the kitchen.
"Morning!" he said to Carl as he entered the room. "How have you been? I
haven't seen you all week."
"I've been ok..." he said. He couldn't help, but smile at his brother. He
just looked so happy. It was infectious.
"Can I cook you any eggs and toast?" he said with a wide smile.
"Sure."
"Salt and pepper?."
"Sure...."
"Fantastic!" he cheered as he went to work.
He felt like he should be angry. Logically, he should have been. His
brother looked ridiculous in that sissy outfit. Carl had taken part in a
few beatings of kids that wore just pink t-shirts at school. His
brother's outfit was not only pink, but had frills on it. Frills!
The emotion wasn't there though. He felt relaxed. He actually felt happy
seeing his brother like this. The anger just wouldn't come as he sat
calmly at the table. His mind was taken off-track as he realized he had
to do something.
"Hey, Ted. I just wanted to say I'm sorry about the other night. It
wasn't cool, man."
Ted walked towards Carl as the heels on his slippers clacked on the
floor.
"Apology accepted. That means a lot," he said as he gave him a brotherly
hug.
He topped it off with a sisterly kiss on the cheek as he went back to
cooking. He hummed to himself merrily as he did.
The calm remained as Carl tried to find the outrage.
My brother just kissed me on the cheek, he reasoned. That should be
upsetting. That's the girliest thing he has ever done. Why does it not
bother me?
An explanation didn't come before the eggs and toast arrived so Carl set
the topic aside for now as he enjoyed a nice breakfast with Ted.
The day passed otherwise uneventfully. He fell asleep again after lunch.
The music Ted worked to kept putting him to sleep so he could never sleep
at night time.
Ted and Katarine went to their bedroom, but there wasn't a lot of
sleeping going on. Their bedroom was on the opposite wall from where
Ted's bed was, but he could still hear the more...intimate things that
occurred in the bedroom. Much like were happening right now.
I need to figure out what is going on with me and Ted, he thought. This
isn't natural. This isn't like us.
It's not like me anyways, he corrected as he remembered growing up with
Ted. Hindsight was 20/20 as he looked back on some of the things Ted
would do. He remembered catching Ted wearing their mom's pantyhose one
winter. Ted had said he was cold and Carl had just accepted it. Why would
his big brother lie to him?
That's what hurt the most. Ted had this big secret that he had been
keeping from him. It was easier for Carl to accept that someone was
responsible than to accept the reality that his brother hadn't trusted
him enough to tell him.
He made his way into the office as quietly as he could. He turned the
flashlight on his phone on as he looked all over the desk. Most of the
papers made Carl's head hurt as he looked over them. Half of them were
business reports and the other were what looked like javascript.
The only thing that stood out was a business card near the keyboard.
"Brian Persaw," Carl read. "Transgender Transformation's Head Therapist."
Therapy? He thought. Transgender Transformations? What is going on here?
Who is this guy?
Carl sat down and hopped on the computer and searched for Persaw's email.
He found one e-mail sent to his brother and it had an mp3 file attatched.
He clicked to open it.
It was that song! It was the song he kept hearing through the wall.
Why did this therapist have Ted listening to this? There are no words.
It's just music. Carl tried to listen to it again, but found himself
getting sleepy so he shut it off.
What is this guy Persaw doing to my brother? He thought. I need to go
down there and find out. I bet he's some old fat guy who gets his kicks
messing with people's heads. I'll give him a piece of my mind...
"I need to borrow the car."
"Well, good morning to you too, darlin'" Katarine said the day after.
"Look Kat, I'm sorry for the other night. I suck. I'm aware, but I have
to see a friend in the city."
"What's his name?" she said. Her eyes locked onto his. The game was on.
"Schmitty" he said, not missing a beat.
"How do you know him?."
"Marching Band."
"You were never in marching band."
"We used to make fun of marching band kids is what I meant."
"Here," she said as she dug through her purse. Her voice returned to its
bubbly Southern drawl. "Have fun then!"
She gave him a kiss on the cheek as she walked by.
Damn, I'm good, he thought.
He's an idiot, she thought as she made her way upstairs. But it will keep
him out of the house all day which is fine by me. Gives me some intimate
time with Teddy!
Carl had talked to a painfully friendly man on the phone when he had set-
up his appointment with the therapist, Persaw. He had to hurry to make it
down town in time for the appointment.
He made it with time to spare as he stewed in his car. The anger had
finally returned to him after this past week. He was going to demand
answers from this Persaw asshole. This old greasy bastard was going to
get what was coming to him for messing with his brother!
He was taken aback as he looked at the building. It was practically a
mansion, but it had a large section of green space in front and on the
sides. God only knew what it had behind the house.
This is there office? He thought. This place is enormous. It had the old
school Southern plantation look to it, but with a modern twist to it.
Carl refocused and continued his warpath up to the door and slammed the
knocker.
"Hello!" said a cheery voice behind Carl. He jumped as he turned around
to see a man that looked like a human carnival. His large smile was only
dwarfed by his curly mustache. "You must be Carl! I'm Mr. Folds! A
pleasure, a pleasure!"
The man helped himself to a handshake while Carl's brain still tried to
wrap its head around what was happening.
"Go right in," he said. "Take the first left and go all the way down!
Brian will be waiting for you."
Carl turned to open the door and rushed himself inside to get away from
the strange man.
He made his way down the hall, but had to stop to admire the living room.
It was a massive room filled to the brim with strange oddities and
colorful decorations. A side of the room was set-up with a couch on a
white sheet and lights hanging from the ceiling. A camera sat beside the
set-up.
He continued down the hall that was lined with pictures of some beautiful
women. They all had different messages and thanks written on them from
different people. All of them were directed at Persaw.
Something isn't right about this guy. I know it, he said as he knocked on
the door.
Carl's fists clinched as he heard footsteps on the other side heading his
way.
Just give me a reason old man, he said to himself.
The door opened and his fists immediately unclenched as confusion set in.
The man standing across from Carl couldn't have been more than a few
years older than himself. He was well-dressed, well-groomed, and fit.
Carl had to look up at him, which to be fair wasn't that uncommon as Carl
was 5'6".
"Hey!" he said. He reached his hand out for a handshake. "You must be
Carl."
It hung in front of Carl before his brain caught back up with him. His
hand jerked up to shake it as Brian gestured for him to come into his
office.
A solid oak desk with a computer on it sat on the far end of the room in
an alcove surrounded by windows to give a beautiful view of the woodlands
outside. A therapist couch and chair sat across from the desk. Soft
lighting lit up the rest of the room that was filled with a sea of books
on shelves on every other wall.
"Have a seat," the man said. Carl sat down on the edge of the sofa as he
looked around.
"How was the drive down?."
"Uh.. Good."
"What is it?" Brian said, picking up on the hesitation in his voice. His
face didn't convey anything other than a smile as Carl looked him over.
"You're Brian Persaw, right?."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he laughed. "I didn't introduce myself. I always do
that. But to answer your question, yes I am."
"The head therapist here?."
"Is it because I'm so young?."
"Yes!" Carl said, relaxing a bit.
"I get it a lot," he said. "It's just a title Mr. Folds gave me to sound
more professional. I'm not licensed or anything."
"What do you do then?."
"I just talk to people and help them make connections in their head.
Nothing crazy. I just listen to people's problems and do what I can to
help."
That wasn't necessarily true, But Brian didn't like to divulge all his
secrets.
"Why do they come to you?."
"Same reason you're here, I'm sure," he smiled. "But why don't you tell
me about it."
Carl needed to play it smooth here. He couldn't let this guy know he was
on to him. He definitely wasn't what Carl had imagined, but that didn't
mean Carl was wrong about him.
I'm going to give him enough rope to hang himself, he thought.
"My brother actually just came here to see you," he started with. He kept
a close eye on Brian's face to see if it gave anything away.
"Who?."
"Ted."
"I thought so! Same last name and you both have a similar face" he said.
"He's a great guy."
"Yeah," he said. "He is. I wanted to talk to you about his treatment."
"I can't discuss my patients without their consent. Sorry. Did you try
asking him about it?."
Brian's face gave away nothing.
This guy is good, he thought. I need to get creative.
"Well, I've been confused about things like he was and I was hoping you
could help me," he lied.
"Really?" said Brian. He seemed surprised. "That's interesting."
Two brothers with the same problem? That was a new one.
"I told Ted about it and he let me listen to those files you sent him,"
he added to sweeten the lie.
I mean, I did listen to them technically, but they didn't even do
anything, he thought.
"He did? Well," his face shifted back to a wide smile. "That's great!
That's fantastic that you two have a close relationship. He's having a
tough time with it."
"With what?."
"Still can't say, but you know what I'm talking about if he let you
listen to the tapes."
"Well, Ted was saying I should get the same treatment as him, but I need
to know what it is before I do," he said. "You understand, of course."
I've got him dead to rights. Now, he will tell me everything.
"If you can get Ted on the phone to give me authorization, absolutely!"
That son of a bitch. He's good.
"Well, he is working now, so I don't want to bother him" he said. I'm
going to have to get my hands dirty to solve this one. The tapes didn't
affect me so this guy definitely can't do anything to my mind.
I need to be careful, he thought. I can't trust this guy one bit.
"If it would be ok, I'd like to go ahead with the program," he said.
"What if you just don't tell me what you are doing and we stick with that
until I get Ted to talk to you."
"I guess that could work," he said. "Are you sure you two have the same
problems though? You don't dress like our usual cliental.
Brian looked over the scraggly haired kid in front of him. He looked like
he had heard about fashion, but rejected the idea.
His hair was scraggly and could be put into a solid feminine style,
though. His face had the same style as Ted's face so Brian knew he could
pull it off...
Brian shuffled through his desk to pull out the liability paperwork.
I don't know why he just didn't get Ted to call, he thought. If he wants
to be hypnotized to help with his feminine transition, that's all he had
to do in the first place. I didn't need to make him jump through all
these hoops.
Carl signed the sheets without reading them and pushed them back to
Brian.
"Lay back on the couch and we can go ahead and get started" he said as he
dimmed the lights and lit some scented candles.
"Now, I can tell you your brother was having some trouble with...the
comfort level with the issues he has been having. I assume that is the
same for you," he said. Brian was referring to the issue of being
comfortable dressing as a woman around other people.
"Yes," Carl said as he found his eyes drawn to a gold necklace Brian was
swinging in front of his face. "I'm very uncomfortable with it."
Carl was referring to himself being uncomfortable with his brother
dressing as a sissy.
"Well, let me see if I can relax your concerns...."
The world sank around him as Carl drifted off into a trance. The usual
glazed eyes and dreamy smile washed over his face that Brian was used to
seeing.
This is one strange family, Brian thought as he got to work.
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