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Zoran's Story
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters
It was some years ago. Zoran's father called a family meeting. A
series of shocks were to be delivered. The first shock was that his
father had a secret. It went back to the old country - to their life in
Yugoslavia (Serbia to be exact). His father had a shameful past. More
than shameful - criminal. A secret that would see the head of the
family imprisoned and the life they had built for themselves in America,
lost forever.
The second shock was that the secret was to be used as blackmail. A man
who shared the secret had died but hand handed over papers proving their
common involvement in crimes to his son. His father turned to Zoran -
the young man with the key to their fate was Anton Talevic.
Zoran had never been friends with Anton despite the fact that their
fathers had travelled to America together and remained in contact,
albeit not regular. They moved in different circles. Anton was
brooding and a little weird. Zoran was a star. He was good looking and
popular. He played soccer for the school and swam on the school team at
regional championship level. He had taken up baseball and had proved a
natural. His girlfriend was Amy Marshall - reputed to be the best
looking girl at school. Anton was a loner. The differences between the
boys were clear.
So what did he want? This is where things started to get very weird.
"Zoran, it is clear to me that this boy is very sick in the head," his
father said. "He does not want money. He has said to me that he wants
what you have, and he has a plan to take it. He is obviously jealous of
you. I do not know what he wants you to do but he wants you to follow
his instructions, or he will release the documents. How can I ask you
if I do not know what it is? We are all affected. Will you do this?"
Zoran looked around. His father, his mother, his grandmother, his
sister, and his little brother. Everybody was confused and a little
scared of the situation.
Zoran agreed to meet Anton the following evening to discover what would
be involved.
***
"It's not enough for you to give up what you have Zoran," said Anton.
"You must lose it. Otherwise it means nothing to me."
"But what have I done to you," said Zoran. "What have my family done to
you".
"Don't try to reason with me. You will never understand me. Nobody
does. If you do what I ask your family will be spared your father's
shame. The cost is your shame."
Zoran was prepared to pay this price. He was a loyal son and brother.
He was a good young man. Even when he learned what was involved he was
ready to make the sacrifice. His thoughts were that whatever the shame
he could just move away when it was over as his father had.
Anton's twisted plan required Zoran to surrender what was dear to him.
His masculinity. Anton was well prepared. He had obtained the drugs -
some injections and some pills. The changes would be gradual and Anton
did not want immediate role reversal. He had a timetable that he would
not disclose. He would make one demand every week.
Zoran's family were horrified but in the end, a little relieved. Every
change that Anton had spoken of was reversible. They would support
Zoran totally no matter what. His sacrifice made him the most important
person in the family (he may have been already) and it was agreed that
they would all bow to Anton's will, for the time being anyway. The
alternative was unthinkable. Humiliation for the whole family and
possibly deportation and (for his father back there) imprisonment or
death.
Zoran was a masculine young man. He was proud of his manly appearance,
his physical strength and his sexual ability. At 17 he was sexually
experienced with Amy and before her with at least a dozen others. He
would not brag but it was well known. It would take some time before
the effect of the drugs would change all of that.
The first thing that Anton demanded was that Zoran not cut his hair.
His hair was not long but not that short either. His colouring was
light - much lighter than Anton and the other Yugoslavians at school.
He had light brown hair and green eyes. His nose was small but his face
was strong. Long hair would not be enough to take that away.
Next Anton required that Zoran should shave his entire body from the
eyebrows down. The effect was obvious when Zoran wore sports gear but
he explained it as shaving down for swim training. Nobody doubted that.
Zoran remained fit and strong.
On the third week Zoran was told to wear girls' underwear from then on.
He said nothing to his classmates and he was able to conceal things,
even when changing for soccer.
By the fourth week it was clear that the cocktail of hormones that Anton
had arranged were producing some results. Zorans muscles were losing
some condition and he was developing a layer of fat that had a softening
effect, in particular on his face. The appearance of his skin was
changing and his hair had grown markedly and appeared thicker and more
lustrous. Anton demanded that he have it coloured and styled. He
himself arranged for a trip to the local salon.
When Zoran appeared at school the next day tongues were wagging. His
hair was now honey blonde and while still quite short, the cut was
girlish. As much as he tried to make light of it with remarks like
"hey, it's just a haircut," for the first time questions were being
asked. Even Amy felt awkward. Zoran felt obliged to say something to
her.
"I know the hairdo is a little crazy, but the truth is I will be doing a
lot more crazy things over the next few months," he explained. "If you
care for me you'll stand by me. If you don't, well I'll understand".
How could she turn away?
If his soccer coach was not concerned, he was when he appeared the
following week with pierced ears and small gold studs in both ear lobes.
He felt strongly enough to call Zoran into his office for a discussion
about the differences between the sexes, something that would have been
funny to Zoran in any other circumstance. Zoran affirmed his desire to
stay in the team - which was genuine.
Clearly Zoran would be faced with more embarrassing changes so he
decided to confront things head on. At class discussion time he advised
everybody that while he was confident with his own sexuality he intended
to explore more of his feminine side. He challenged the other boys to
do likewise. He challenged the girls to accept him as one of them
should he choose to join with them. It was a clever manoeuvre, and he
was able to be a little smug when he met with Anton that Friday
afternoon.
"So you want to explore you feminine side?" Anton crowed.
"You know that this is your doing," said Zoran, "I am simply trying to
explain my behaviour. Why don't you simply ask me to quit the team and
drop Amy? Why this?"
"I don't want you to give anything up," sneered Anton, "I want you to
lose it".
Anton produced a box, and inside the box was a pink sun dress and a pair
of wedge heeled sandals. "This will get you started," he said, "You
will wear nothing but dresses until I say otherwise.
The truth is that the story that he had told his class may have
explained past behaviour, but nobody was ready for Zoran's appearance on
the following Monday.
***
Zoran was a determined young man and had dealt with the problem strongly
until now, but that day he felt helpless. Though he had not cried in
many years he cried that day. Zoran's mother told him that it was as
much the hormones as it was his situation. She called the family
together.
Zoran's father was furious. He had seen his strong and masculine son
already reduced to appear as a sissy. He felt responsible. He spoke of
killing Anton. And then of killing Anton and all his family. And then
of killing himself to save further shame.
Zoran's grandmother spoke: "Zoran has agreed to take the family's burden
upon his shoulders. We now understand the form of this burden. It only
weighs heavy because we think of it that way. The truth is that there
is no shame in being a woman - so be a woman."
It was agreed that Zoran would pre-empt Anton's next embarrassment. He
would throw himself into a new role - the role of a girl. Rather than
be a boy dressing as a girl in shame, he would be a girl and proud.
Zoran's mother said that if he had been a girl he would have been named
Zofia, although Zoran preferred the more American Sophie. His
grandmother re-introduced him to his family and he hugged all his
relations.
His mother and sister decided to prepare him for his new role. When
they took off his shirt they were surprised to see that the hormones he
had been forced to take had already produced swelling in his breasts.
They took the measurements to fit him with a bra and some modest gel
inserts.
With a colored barrette in his hair and a little makeup, he began to
look less like the boy he was and more like the girl he was becoming.
But his body was still fairly tall and athletic.
He was instructed on how to walk and move his arms. His grandmother,
who had been an accomplished singer in her youth, coached him in the use
of his voice, to lift the tone to a feminine lilt.
When Sophie appeared at school on Monday "she" walked in with pride and
purpose. Everybody was shocked. For many of the boys the first
reaction was to try to make fun of the boy in a dress, but Sophie
ignored them. He said: "None of you are secure enough to turn up to
school in a dress. Maybe try it first."
His team mates from soccer, swimming and baseball were floored by his
appearance, but his popularity was such that they were less likely to
ridicule him. Even the coach was prepared to ignore his appearance,
although he smirked: "There's only one locker room, so I hope you are OK
with that."
For the game that weekend he was able to change, but he had a bandage
around his chest to conceal what was developing there. For the first
time he was conscious of the others looking at his genitals. He knew
that they were losing size, but they were still larger than most. At
least at that point they were.
But on the Monday, the first person he knew he had to talk to was Amy.
"I want to be with you," she said, "but I'm not a lesbian. Maybe when
you are finished with all of this we can get back together, but I can't
go out with you like this."
Zoran said that he understood, and he did. That was it between Zoran
and Amy. Some of the other girls made a point of approaching him to
offer friendship and support, but he and Amy barely spoke to one another
again.
Anton was there, but Zoran ignored him. He was preparing to gloat but
Zoran gave him no opportunity. He never met his gaze. He knew that
this was frustrating Anton. Still, he was no longer an item an item
with the prettiest girl in school, so he was at least one point down.
***
Sophie was every bit as good as Zoran on the soccer field, but the
hormones were acting to reduce muscle mass. Sophie was concentrating on
lifting skill level to compensate. She also discovered that she had
another weapon at her disposal. The first game of the competition saw
her tackled hard and go down in a heap, but the boy who had done it
helped him up and apologised. He apologised and remarked that he
admired a girl playing in the boys' competition. Sophie had an edge
over him the rest of the game.
After that she made a point of wearing a pink headband and a little
makeup during the game, and giving the opposition players a little
smile. It was obvious that this was giving her a slight edge. The
coach could see what she was doing and quietly approved. It became a
real joke among the team. "Sophie, the girl on the team" became almost
a mascot.
Baseball also presented a problem. The baseball coach was less
accepting of Sophie's current status, whatever that might be. There was
no girls team, so she had to choose whether or not she wanted to play
softball, and whether she would be accepted.
When swimming season started it was a little harder. The loss of muscle
made a lot more difference. And the real problem for Sophie was the
swimsuit. By now the breasts were more obvious and needed to be cupped
in a one-piece suit, but the groin area was well out of shape. She was
faster times than any girl, but she was not eligible for that
competition.
While she had no experience in either, she decided to take up diving and
synchronized swimming. Both of these sports were available without
concern as to the sex of a competitor. But the look was important,
particularly for synchronized swimming. That meant tucking with the
assistance of duct tape before slipping on a bathing suit.
Sophie looked good in a suit, and she was looking better every day. Her
hair had grown and she kept the color regularly touched up. Before
competition she had learned to tie it up into a tight bun, covered with
a cap for all for diving and all practice, but for SS competition worn
with an ornate style.
There is something about this sport that binds the team closely. The SS
team was only 6 girls who could do a six girl display, or trios, or
pairs. They were all committed and competitive, much as Sophie was.
They trained hard and in the main hung out together around school, and
afterwards. Despite her obvious difference Sophie was fully included as
a complete girl, including sleepovers.
Sophie had never been interested in boys, but somehow being one of the
girls made it wrong for her to think about her friends in a sexual way.
Instead she joined in on discussions about which of the boys at school
was the coolest.
"You need to hook up with Jason Bigelow," said her friend Denise. "He
totally digs you." Everybody seemed to agree. One of the stars of the
football team, and one of the biggest guys in the school had the hots
for Sophie.
"Hey guys," said Sophie, "I am not so sure. There is one major
obstruction to me hooking up with Jason, and you know what it is." She
pointed to crotch.
"I really think that he doesn't care," said Rosie. "Love is blind."
"He has seen you on the diving board so I guess he thinks whatever was
there is long gone." Harriett was putting the last of the curlers into
Sophie's hair.
"I know his number," said Rosie. "He is best friends with my Guy Zack.
Let's call him." She fumbled for her phone then made the call.
"Hi Jason, Rosie here. Yea, just sitting with Sophie,... She can't stop
talking about you, ... yeah, ... Really? ... But I have to say, she is
worried that, well, she is worried that with her past and everything,
you may not want to hook up with her. Really, ... that's great, ...
she'll be so happy, ... I'll tell her. Bye now."
"No?" said Sophie. "You are not going to tell me that he wants to hook
up?"
Get yourself ready, girl," said Rosie. "You and me are double dating
Zack and Jason Friday night!"
***
It was the Serbian Community get-together. Sophie and her mother had
gone to get their hair done together and were outfitted in new dresses
for the occasion. Sophie was wearing something way to tight and cut to
reveal the shape that had been developing all these months. Her breasts
now filled a C-cup bra and were pushed up. Her legs were a mile long
from her 4" heels to her perfectly shaped butt. She had had hair
extensions for a few months now, so that her soft curls fell half way
down her back.
Not everybody understood what had happened and why, but there were
enough of her father's friends who did know, and honoured her for it.
Their total acceptance of the boy turned girl silenced any other
whispers. That, and the fact that she was undoubtedly the best looking
woman in the room.
She smiled and laughed, and did not deliberately ignore Anton as she had
done in the past. She simply did not see him.
But he was waiting for her when she went to the restroom. He put a hand
over her mouth and dragged her into the equipment room. It was hardly
surprising that she could not escape his clutches. Less than a year ago
he would have been strong enough to pull free and beat him up, but now
those muscles were gone. She was a weak girl in his grasp.
He pushed her up against the door to close them off.
"You are driving me crazy!" he whispered through gritted teeth.
"I think that you have always been crazy," she replied calmly, relaxing
her struggles to hear what this was all about. And then, after a paused
to look into his wild eyes she added: "You have what you want don't you?
Zoran has lost everything."
"How can you let that brute Jason touch you?" he asked.
"I thought you wanted Amy," said Sophie. "Why didn't you move on her
after she left me. That's what you wanted isn't it."
"It's you I want. It's you I have always wanted." Now he appeared
almost pathetic.
"You tried to ruin my family. You tried to ruin me. How could I ever
have anything to do with you?"
"I control you," sneered Anton. "I tell you what to do."
"Nobody tells me what to do," said Sophie, her voice still feminine but
fierce and determined. "Take your hands off me, or I'll ask Jason to
tear them both off and stuff them down your throat."
She could see in his eyes that the threat had rammed home. He was
shaking, but It was still not clear that it was fear or rage.
"He's not here. He's not here so that you can prance around showing
everybody your new body. A weak little boy with the body of a girl. Or
part of it anyway."
"He's picking me up in about 10 minutes," said Sophie. "We're going
around to his place. We are going to fuck like rabbits. While you sit
at home in front of your PC jerking off."
"He's using you," said Anton plaintively. He released his grip on her.
"I'm happy to be used by him," said Sophie, straightening her dress and
pushing the tendrils of her hair away from her beautiful face. "We're
getting married next year, you know, right after my surgery."
"Now the whole world is going to know about your father," sneered Anton,
viciously. "Everybody will know what he did, what he and my father did
in the old country. I have no reason to keep the secret. You have
ruined my life."
"I am happy to hear that," she said. "You did your best to ruin mine.
As for my father, well it has taken him some time but he is now happy
that there are no witnesses except dead ones, or those who will stay
silent. So, it will be your word of what your father said, against
twenty with something to hide. You can do your worst. Your threat is
now empty."
"But I love you Sophie," said Anton, with the hint of a tear taking
shape. "Can't you see that. I saw the woman in you and I wanted her."
"Well if that's true, then I have something to thank you for. Nobody
else saw a woman in Zoran. I never saw it in myself. I never knew it,
until that first night with Jason. So if what you say is true, then
thank you. I am now happy to be who I am."
She opened the door and walked away, breasts and perfect bottom
jiggling, and her fashionable high heels clicking on the polished floor.
The End
© Maryanne Peters
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