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I had always been a shy boy at school. I would blush bright red
whenever I spoke to a girl and then the fact that I was blushing would
make me blush even more. As I spoke with a girl I would wonder what it
was like to be a girl, to wear pretty clothes look that beautiful. At
the same time I would be aware that other boys would no doubt be
thinking of kissing them or having sex with them and it would embarrass
me that the girl I was speaking to might think I thought like other boys
and saw her just as someone to have sex with and not as a person. Then
I would blush and I would get even more embarrassed as I thought the
girl might know what I was really thinking.
Although I was shy, I was a good writer and one of my English teachers
Mrs Smythe noticed that when it came to talking about my writing I would
as she put it "come out of my shell". Mrs Smythe got me the "job" of
running the school newspaper.
During my awkward adolescence then I discovered that I could overcome my
fear of talking to girls if I was writing or taking photographs for the
school newspaper. I needed something in my hands. So I had got into
journalism at school. I found I was more confident talking to girls at
school behind the mask of being a journalist.
I remember hearing Morrissey sing "I am the son and the heir of a
shyness that is criminally vulgar, I am the son and the heir of nothing,
nothing in particular" and thinking he wrote this song just about me. I
hated my shyness around girls. I wanted to be "normal" and have a
girlfriend like the other boys at school.
I did quite well at school, without the distraction of having a
girlfriend and got onto the journalism course I wanted to at university.
I became a Christian whilst I was at university as I had started to ask
myself questions about the meaning of life which only the Christians I
was talking to seemed to have any answers for but I felt out of place
and alone whenever I went to meetings of the Christian union. I was
conscious that I was somehow different. I was reminded of Gandhi who
said something about how he loved Jesus, it was Christians he had a
problem with.
After university I got a job working for the newspaper in my town and
got to interview lots of local people. My boss, Lorraine, would
sometimes get annoyed with my unwillingness to compromise my integrity
in a story and how prim and proper I was for a man. She said she didn't
know any other man like me although she knew several ladies like me.
Then our music journalist fell ill right at the time that I heard that
the shock rocker Diana Abdu was coming to town. Diana was born a man
and her real name was James Stone but she claimed to be channeling Diana
Prince (Wonder Woman) and Ahmad Abdu the sorcerer. Diana is a satanist
and in many of her videos she would crossdress. As you probably know,
she had amazing sartorial elegance but wore pale makeup and dark
lipstick.
Anyway I managed to talk Lorraine into giving me the job of interviewing
Diana. It was my first big job for the newspaper. Get this right and I
may get to move onto bigger things than my local newspaper. My other
work for the paper had mainly been interviews with local people. I had
lined up questions I was going to ask Diana about her childhood and her
transvestism. I would try to persuade her to become a Christian. I had
a badge on my jacket which said, "Homosexuality is a sin." I was one of
the good guys I told myself.
I had been on demonstrations outside Diana's concerts.
One of the conditions Diana insisted on for an interview was that
straight male journalists who wanted to interview her had to allow her
to put a dark red lipstick on them. In fact it was a similar condition
for female journalists but apart from the fact the lipstick she used was
black no one would have noticed. (In retrospect I think my boss,
Lorraine, knew all about Diana's preconditions when she set me up for
the interview. Lorraine pretended not to know when I phoned her to tell
her but I could hear her giggling when I explained what was being asked
of me and saying that it was up to me what I did but she had always said
a good journalist knows when to compromise in order to get a scoop.). I
did not know about it at all when I turned up for the interview with my
camerawoman Alice and my notes and the questions I intended to put to
Diana. I introduced Alice to Diana and Diana said it was nice to see a
woman pointing a camera at her.
Diana invited me in to her dressing room, took my notes off me and
chucked them in the shredder. For a moment it felt like I was being
stripped of my clothes and I felt vulnerable. I had never felt like
that before and it was sort of exciting and humiliating at the same time
I was really not used to having the person I was interviewing take
control of the interview in this way. I had planned to call Diana "he"
and "him" but she already made clear that she was setting the rules.
"Charlie, in your binary world you are Charlie and I am James Stone but
we are not in Kansas anymore and down the yellow brick road there are
all sorts of possibilities and I become Diana and you become Druscilla.
Down the yellow brick road my preferred personal pronouns are "she" and
"her" and those that want to interview me again know how to use pronouns
properly. I found out that Diana had read some of my previous
interviews and knew all about me. She said if I wanted the exclusive
interview with her I would have to sit down and let her do my face.
After I tried to persuade her to relent and Diana said, "No make up, no
interview Charlie."
I was silent then as I did as I was told as I didn't want to mess up on
my big break. I had never experienced having makeup put on my face
before and I was silent throughout the process leading Diana to say "All
my sheep have gone astray, Charlie. You know you are like a sheep
before the shearer darling. You Christians like sheep don't you?"
I nodded. There were lots of dull sermons I had sat/slept through about
sheep.
After Diana had finished applying the make up it she told me to smile
for the camerawoman from our paper as Diana started putting my lipstick
on. I did as I was told as having been covered in foundation unlike the
other male journalists who had only had lipstick put on I concluded
Diana had something special in mind for me. "You are going to become my
little black sheep now, Druscilla. They won't want you back in church
when I am through with you. I can tell you will have lots of your own
lipsticks in the future as you are enjoying this aren't you? Do you
think you would like to become my makeup artist?"
"Look it's not unpleasant having your face made up I will grant you but
I am not called Druscilla. My name is Charlie." I was about to try to
assert control and start the interview but at that point Diana slapped
me on the right cheek. I had conceded the point about makeup as it was
useless to pretend I was not enjoying wearing makeup.
"Aren't you supposed to offer me your left cheek now, Druscilla? I am a
high priestess of the church of Satan and as such I have the right to
name new members of the church and you are henceforth and forevermore
Druscilla so stop pretending to be Charlie."
Why Druscilla? I wondered.
Although I had enjoyed the makeup I also felt humiliated at the same
time partly because of the loss of control of the interview and partly
because of the mother scolding her badly behaved child tone that Diana
had adopted. I was silent like I was as a little boy when I was
spanked.
I sensed at this point that Diana sensed that she could dominate and
humiliate me by second significant silence in the interview process and
she was going to press home her advantage.
"What will your church group say when they see the pictures of you with
me wearing matching make up in your paper? Good girl gone bad
Druscilla?"
"We are going to a party now and it is your choice what you wear. You
get to chose whether you will represent the good side of my nature or
the bad side? After the party you will get your interview and a
prerelease of my new album."
"The good side," I said.
"Well, Druscilla, as you know, that's you. Good choice! Now strip."
"Why if I am going as me do I have to strip?"
"Oh my word, are you that out of your depth? You are going as
Druscilla! Diana Prince's sister as played by Debra Winger."
I tried to take control and put my foot down. "Look you can call me
Druscilla but I am not getting dressed as her!"
Diana slapped me again. "Oh yes you are or no exclusive interview,
Druscilla and I'm calling you Druscilla anyway.."
I stripped down to my boxer shorts. "You are going to need some breasts
Druscilla," said Diana and she produced what looked as first to me like
two chicken filets as she put solvent on the before sticking them on my
chest.
Diana then passed me a pair of silky white panties with a lace trim and
a pair of black fishnet pantyhose. "You know you look silly in your
boxer shorts with those assets I have just given you," said Diana.
As I took my boxer shorts off and put the panties on Diana stepped over
and stuck her hand down my panties and tucked my penis between my legs.
"We can't have your claim to manhood spoiling your new look. Remember
you chose to dress as a woman. Now put on your pantyhose." I did as I
was told and stood there waiting for the rest of my outfit noticing how
I was covering my fake breasts with my hand like they were real breasts.
Diana then passed me her trade mark black Lycra ladies swimming costume.
I remembered her Diana Prince was a Goth Wonder Woman. I stepped
through the legs of the costume and Diana pulled it up tight. I was
surprised at how it rounded my backside like a woman's and pulled in my
stomach and pushed out my chest. I looked at myself in the dressing
room mirror. Apart from my hair I looked like a woman now.
I was then given two black bracelets and fitted with a long black wig.
Then Diana found me a pair of 6 inch wedge heels and patiently taught me
how to walk in them. "You look like a natural woman now Charlotte."
Diana told me. "Don't worry no one will recognise you until your story
appears in the paper - Diana Abdu made me a transvestite! Just fancy
that! I can see the headline now." She said stroking my thighs causing
my fishnets to tingle all over my leg. I had never felt anything as
exciting and humiliating in my life as they feelings I was now
experiencing but how was I going to turn this into a story and stop me
from being the story?
"Actually you could do with some nail extensions" Alice said looking at
me.
"Good call and some eyelashes too!" Diana laughed. "Maybe you should
write the story, Alice!" So I sat there as Diana added false eyelashes
and fingernails to my look. There was no way out of this nightmare now.
Normally at parties I would sit in the corner and leave early but when
we got to the party I found myself the focus of attention as the new
member of Diana's entourage. Everyone wanted to speak to me and dressed
as Druscilla it meant I suddenly felt confident in myself and able to
talk to girls without embarrassment.
During the course of the evening I took drugs for the first time and got
drunk.
The following morning I woke up wearing a white lace nighty and feeling
my backside was burning. Diana had penetrated my virgin backside. I
could pretend I was drunk but I wasn't that drunk. I knew what Dianna
was doing and I enjoyed it. I was one of the girls now and my
inhibitions were gone. There was no going back to my day job as I did
not see how I could write about what had happened to me. My mask was
off and I was not a cisgender Christian journalist any more. I had
found acceptance with my sister Diana and I would promote the LGBTQ
cause now. I was going to throw away my badge when I noticed that it
now said, "Homosexuality is in."
Was I gay? I don't know. I had enjoyed sex with Diana but that might
not happen again. One thing was sure I definitely prefer being
Druscilla to Charlie.
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