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For the most part, my relationship with my family is less than
cordial...we talk sometimes on holidays but there is little love or trust
among us. When some of my tendencies came to light, there was a lot of
bad blood and harsh conversations that led to a very strained
relationship. Years have softened the blow somewhat, but its almost
impossible to regain trust and affection once it has been abused and
destroyed so completely.
Unfortunately my family is heavy on my mind tonight as I sit across from
the lady I love. Sharon is a couple of inches taller than me, which
means she also towers over most guys when she wears heels. Her hair is a
dark red color and comes down past her shoulders when she wears it down.
Her eyes are a bright green, and have an alertness that shows her
intelligence. Her body is in excellent condition, but still has all the
luscious curves a man like me dreams of. Anyone who judges a woman on a
strict physical appearance scale would probably give her something in the
range of an eight...but in my mind she is at least a twelve on a scale of
ten. In other words, she is completely out of my league. But even more
important in my mind is what you don't see...her intellect, her spirit,
her personality. Who she is is so much deeper than just the enticing
smiles she gives or the graceful movement as she walks...its also how she
can make anyone feel like they are the most important person in the
world.
Yes, she is completely out of my league, but I have come to love and
trust her more than anyone in my life. It is finally time, and I am more
nervous than I had ever been before. I find myself looking into the eyes
of the woman I love more than anything terrified of her response. I
didn't go the cheesy restaurant scene or the way overboard public
announcement type scenario. I didn't want to bully her into anything or
force a response due to overly dramatic settings. Instead I went for
simplicity. A well cooked meal (yes I am a good cook) in my apartment
with a bit of music playing and pleasant talk. And after we both
contentedly sighed and moved into the living room, I got down on one knee
and asked the question.
Her expression quickly cycled through several emotions. I could read the
excitement, joy, desire and then finally doubt as she processed my
proposal. She didn't say anything for a minute, then another and I felt
it dragging on...and somehow I knew she would deny me. Finally she
spoke.
"No, not until you tell me." She wasn't cruel in her response, but she
was quite firm.
"Tell you what?" I asked.
She looked at me and with a hint of anger replied, "You know what. You
have a big secret that you are scared of me finding out, and until I know
what it is there is no way I can marry you."
I held back a sigh, as I felt our relationship heading towards a
catastrophic end. I had tried to share my secret in the past with other
girlfriends and every time it ended things. Sometimes it was a rapid
implosion where I never got past the basic explanation, other times it
devolved more slowly until I was treated as less than a man...as if my
habits made me unequal or undeserving of respect. I mentally sorted
through my options.
I could lie. But that would shatter any bonds of trust between us. And
either now or in the inevitable future where she found out, she would
vilify me for not being honest with her.
I could end things now and hopefully maintain my dignity.
Or I could tell her everything, and pray that my judgment of her
character was not flawed.
Fearing the worst, but praying that just once God would have a little
mercy on me I did the bravest thing I had done in years. I told her
everything.
Finally, after a long, emotional conversation I had myself and all my
secrets laid bare before her. I had given her all the weapons she needed
to destroy me mentally, socially and financially...and now I was
literally at her mercy.
She looked at me, and I could not understand the emotions I was seeing.
I did my best to prepare myself for annihilation, but after a bit she
said something no other woman had said to me. "I want to meet her before
I decide. Next weekend we will have another date where you introduce me
to her. It's my turn to cook."
-----
The best description for my feelings is shock. When Daniel told me of
his penchant for dressing as a woman, my expectations were pretty low as
to the final product. I was expecting a man in a dress to show up for
our date, instead here was a sexy goddess who I would have never
recognized on the streets. She (there is no way to even think of her any
other way) was to all outward observation completely feminine from the
long, jet black wig...right down to the sexy black heels on her feet.
Everything was put in place perfectly, and I realized that there was no
way this was just an occasional dressing out. Every movement, every
action, everything she did portrayed a femininity that overruled my
recognition of her as my Daniel.
I had to push down my inner lesbian and keep myself from dragging her
directly to the bedroom. We had things to discuss and I couldn't go
distracting myself just yet.
After a few awkward minutes of dancing around the elephant in the room I
finally blurted out, "Are you gay?" If her immediate and definitive "NO"
was not enough, the slightly disgusted look on her face tipped the
scales. We talked for a while and eventually I became as relaxed with
her feminine persona as I was with his male one. As the discussion went
on I came to understand that were the option available she would probably
have transitioned, but due to financial and social reasons she never went
that route.
It was only after we had been talking for several minutes that I realized
I wasn't sure how to address her. I think the question caught her a bit
off guard, but she also seemed faintly pleased that I cared enough to
ask. I was expecting one of the more obvious names like Danielle or
Dani, but she told me she goes by Diane while en femme.
We spent the evening talking about a wide variety of things, from our
secret hopes and dreams...to our deepest desires. I admitted to her that
I was in fact bisexual, while it had never been an actual secret it
wasn't something I advertised on a daily basis either. She told me about
the rejection of her family and how badly it hurt her.
Eventually we managed to get to the heart of the matter. There were a
few things that we needed to deal with if we were going to make it as a
couple.
First, Diane was (from my perspective) unable to truly embrace and enjoy
being a woman. While she had the look down to a tee, she still felt
uncomfortable and unreal. I had to calm my inner kitten as I imagined
all the delicious ways I could bring her out of her shell. I decided
then and there wherever things went with Daniel, I would do my best to
remain friends with her and help her realize her potential.
The second thing I noted, was Daniel didn't want to be treated as or
viewed as less than a real man. When he dressed like a man, he acted
like a man and wanted to be treated as a man. Of course, at least in my
mind, he was the biggest offender in breaking that rule...he failed to
see himself as a "Real" man and often did things to sabotage himself. I
would definitely have to push him in his Daniel persona, or convince him
to be Diane full time (yum). Either way, he definitely needed some
pointers on what makes a "Real" man as I find his demeanor far more
appealing than the other "Real" men I have known...
----
Examples.
My first "Real" man was my father, and his manliness was asserted by
coming home drunk and beating his wife and daughter on a regular basis.
As ashamed as I am to admit it, the happiest day in my young life was
when he died from a stress induced heart attack when I was thirteen.
Maybe the fact that he died while beating my mother so bad she required
weeks of hospitalization was enough to salve any grief I might have known
otherwise.
----
My second "Real" man was this nice, sweet basketball player at my school.
He wooed me for weeks, telling me all the sweet little things that made
me melt inside. It didn't take him long to convince me (with my lowly
self opinion at that time) that he loved me. I didn't just give my
virginity to him, I threw it at him with reckless abandon. Three days
later he broke up with me.
The weeks that followed were nearly as horrifying as things had been when
my father was still alive and kicking (sometimes literally). The biggest
difference was that this time it was all psychological abuse. The rumors
started almost immediately about how I was a slut who would have sex with
anyone. My so called friends dropped me faster than you could say go.
Guys started groping me in the hallway when I walked by, while girls
sneered at me and called me names (which I will not repeat here). All at
the same time my ex-crush was being lauded as a stud and had everyone
treating him like he was some type of hero. Imagine, at the same time I
was being vilified, he was being worshiped for the exact same act. I
didn't take it well when I overheard him bragging to his friends about
me.
I learned three things from that relationship. One, the only person who
I should allow to validate my existence is me...flattery is nice and all,
but it just doesn't beat self esteem. Two, if you are going to punch
someone in the face, at least get training first so you don't break your
hand. And finally, people are shit. That is people in general, not
specific people (who can sometimes be decent), but people as a group are
just shitty. In less than a week I went from being in love and having
the best experience of my life, to being a social outcast and having my
heart crushed.
----
I met my third "Real" man some years later in college, although to be
clear, he was actually a she. She was a very pretty woman, even though
she did her best to downplay it by wearing men's clothing and keeping her
head shaved close. In the beginning things were nice.
She was aggressive and took the initiative in our relationship...while I
was more passive and just went with things. In her eyes I was the only
girl in the relationship and she made sure I knew it. Over time she
became more oppressive and controlling, eventually getting to the point
where she started telling me a woman's place and a woman's role. I went
along with things for a long while, I guess on some level I enjoy being
in the submissive role with women...but eventually she pushed too far. I
don't even remember why she slapped me and called me her bitch, I do know
that she ended up with a hospital visit while I got 100 hours of
community service and a mandatory anger management class (apparently my
knowledge of martial arts made things a bit more serious.)
The biggest take-away I had from this relationship is that submissive
does not mean doormat. While I enjoyed the submissive role with her, I
was not a victim and would never submit to abuse. To me submissive does
not mean weak, stupid or otherwise self degrading...it means that I will
when it suits me (and only then) give control of aspects of my life
(especially sexual) to another person with the understanding that there
are limits on both sides as to how far that extends.
----
Over the years I had many relationships. Some ended in friendships, some
ended badly, and some just ended. Eventually I just came to the
conclusion that I should enjoy the good times and not get too caught up
on forever with anyone. Oddly I found that my relationships with women
always tended to have me in the submissive role (which I enjoyed), but my
relationships with men were always best when I took charge and ran
things.
----
My last memorable "Real" man was the new good ole boy supervisor, Jimmy
(don't call me James) they brought in at my last job.
I had been working at the firm for several years, and the team I was
leading was one of the most productive in the company. When my boss
opted for retirement, we were told that they would be taking applications
for the position in a few weeks. Imagine my surprise when less than a
week later they brought in Jimmy. While he had no experience in
management or the job in general, he oozed charm and confidence (which
was apparently enough). Obviously, the applications process was just
another one of those talking points where they tell you something to
distract you from what is really going on.
I wasn't happy with the turn of events, but I also decided to at least
give him a chance (it wasn't his fault upper management was full of
assholes). Over the next few weeks I quickly began to see where things
were headed. He would take advice (not necessarily good) from the men on
the team while practically ignoring anything any of the senior women
would offer. When he wanted something from my team, instead of coming to
me he would go to one of my male subordinates and ask them...or have them
relay his instructions to me. Seeing where things were heading, I did
the only smart thing for someone in my position to do...I began to
document everything.
When he gave a new project to Michael, one of my subordinates without any
collaboration from me...documented. When he excluded me from attending
any of the project related meetings and calls...documented. When the
project failed spectacularly due to easily rectified mistakes...
documented. When I got called in to his office and officially
reprimanded for said failed project...documented (and recorded on my
phone).
I set up an appointment with his boss to discuss things, imagine my
consternation when I walked in to find Jimmy sitting there as well. The
meeting quickly turned into another dressing down and a potential
demotion if I didn't "straighten out". Of course that meeting was
documented and recorded too.
If things had only been bad on a professional level I might have just
left it alone and found a new job. But that was only the beginning of
the problem. While Jimmy was friendly with all the guys, he had a
tendency to be over friendly with myself and the rest of the ladies in
the office. He had a habit of getting just a little bit to close,
looming into the personal space of the women. Every now and again he
would "accidentally" brush against my ass or press up against me
momentarily. He would often make loud offensive jokes about women or
talk about his wild sexual encounters with the guys.
For me it came to a head when I came across one of the female analysts
crying in the parking lot because she had been let go...apparently they
needed to downsize our overworked staff two days after she had declined a
date with him. Finally fed up, I went to the Human Resources manager and
filed a complaint citing all the various issues that had been happening
in our division lately. I told them everything that had happened, but I
intentionally failed to provide them with the excessive levels of
documentation I had been keeping (just in case). It turns out that was
actually a very wise decision.
Imagine my surprise when I was met at the office doors the next day by
security with a box with my stuff sloppily tossed in it. Apparently due
to the failure of that project and my inability to work well with others
I was being let go. Just like that after 5 years, walked out the door
for a failure that wasn't mine.
Apparently that anger management class helped me out because I didn't
punch anyone. I didn't cut anyones tires or commit any other offense
that while gratifying would have made things worse. What I did do was
find the meanest, most fearsome sexual harassment attorney in the area
and give her every shred of documentation I had from the last couple of
months showing all the professional and sexual related instances. She of
course took the case on the spot.
By the time the suit had been filed, the dragon lady (as I thought of
her) had amassed through her own internal investigators, much more
additional information that surprised even me. One, Jimmy had been
recently fired from another position for sexual harassment. Two, Jimmy's
boss was also his uncle. And finally, the project they had been working
on was actually part of a scam concocted by Jimmy and his uncle to steal
nearly a half a million dollars from clients of the company.
Needless to say I received a very rapid and very generous settlement as
long as I signed a non-disclosure agreement to keep my mouth shut about
the details (especially the stealing from clients) of the case. The
funniest thing about that was the fact that while I couldn't disclose
said information to the press and what not, I was still legally bound to
testify under subpoena. Ironically, the analyst who's firing had given
me that final push decided to sue as well, and apparently she did NOT
want a settlement. In the end I got my day in court after all...who says
you can't have your cake and eat it too.
I guess in a way, that was the best "Real" man experience I ever had.
Now I am moderately wealthy and can choose what I want to do with my
life.
----
Pondering on all of the time I had wasted with the perceived "Real" men
was what decided me in the end. Daniel was polite, gentle, generous and
honest...all traits that I personally find quite attractive in a man. In
addition he was slightly submissive, in that he would generally go with
whatever I wanted with a smile on his face. Overall, in my mind he was
the perfect man (for me) and far more attractive than any of those so-
called alpha types. I could easily see myself with him for the long
haul, and I also could see myself having so much fun with Diane (assuming
I could get her to let her wild side out).
It happened so easily and naturally I didn't even realize I had made the
choice, before I pulled her to me and gave her what was easily the
hottest kiss we had ever shared. When I pulled away, gasping for breath,
I absently noted that she looked so hot with that expression on her face
and her lipstick smeared from our heated exchange.
I looked her in the eyes and told her what was on my mind.
"Yes, I will marry you on three conditions."
She looked at me expectantly.
"First, I am the only one wearing a dress at our wedding!"
She blushed, and nodded.
"Second, you have to tell me where you got those shoes!"
She nodded again.
"And third..."
I grabbed Diane's hand and led her to the bedroom, on the bed was one of
those sexy maid outfits that has no practical purpose but to tantalize
and tease. I felt her hand tense when she saw the outfit, and looked to
see an expression filled with doubt and a touch of anger.
"You want me to wear that?" she said hesitantly.
"No silly, thats my outfit...if you want we can get you something in
leather though."
Her smile and the way she began to shift uncomfortably in her dress was
all the answer I needed to know I had found the perfect partner.
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