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A Legal Beaver
Chapter 1
By
Stefanie Flowers
"Brett, come a see this," I heard my Mother call. I was seventeen, in my
last year of high school and desperate to go to college. I wanted so
badly to become a lawyer that it hurt. We didn't have much money and the
only way to make it possible was to get a scholarship. My grades, though
good, were not exceptional. Nothing that made me stand out. I was never
Chairman of the debating club, or Captain of a schools sports team.
Being introverted, my circle of friends was small. I liked girls but was
shy and clumsy in their presence. Despite my age I hadn't yet mustered
up enough courage to ask one out on a date. Maybe it was because I had
this inferiority complex about being too short and skinny. Men were
supposed to be strong and tall. No girl would want to go out with me.
Everyday I was reminded of my 'shortcomings' for my younger brother was
already three inches taller than me and often got mistaken for the elder
brother. He has a fun loving mischievous streak in him and is always
playing practical jokes on everyone The girls really like him and he has
no trouble getting dates. Well I may not be a stud, but I'm the brains
of the family. Looks weren't everything and silly girls grow up into
sensible women, women that would fawn over a wealthy successful lawyer
like me. I just had to be patient, my time would come.
Mom supported my ambitions but Dad wanted me to get a job first and help
pay my way. Being a tradesman he saw no benefit to obtaining an
academic degree. It was a waste of money. I was supposed to follow in
his footsteps. If it was good enough for him, he reasoned, it should be
good enough for me. Besides he'd heard horror stories from his mates
about their kids flunking out of college leaving mum and dad in debt for
nothing. His mantra was, "Go and work for a year or two. Learn the value
of money and then we can talk about it."
Mom, God bless her, had found yet another scholarship to which I could
apply. I had already applied to so many only to get turned down each and
every time. Some didn't even bother to acknowledge my application. It
was becoming totally demoralizing.
"Look, this one's different," she persisted excitedly holding the
application out in front of me. Eventually, I listened to her and
studied the application form consisting of multiple sheets of paper and
lots of probing questions. The first page described the aims and goals
of the scholarship foundation. They weren't looking for the super bright
top of the class kids; just shy, hard working ones that need a little
bit of encouragement to go out and succeed in life. The program was
funded by an ultra liberal philanthropist with lots of money and strong
views on just about everything. Ironically, just like my Dad (who is in
no way political), he too believes in the benefits of working before
going on to college. So much so, that to obtain a scholarship,
applicants had to first qualify by completing a work assignment. The
foundation selected and arranged for candidates jobs to match their
development needs and overall career goals. Work that would actually
help one to succeed in college. If the work assignment is completed
satisfactorily then a full scholarship would be awarded to the lucky
recipient. It covered literally everything; tuition, housing, clothing,
food, even a spending allowance. I would even be able to attend the
college of my choosing provided, of course, that the college would
accept me as a student. The chances of that were good based on
statistics provided by the foundation about their prior scholarship
recipients.
Wow, this was truly something different. It seemed too good to be true.
Only a year of work to get a fully paid scholarship. I could do that
standing on my head. What's better, it wouldn't be some stupid mindless
job but something giving me experience in my chosen career.
So I filled in the forms. It seemed to take forever. They asked for so
much information that I often had to go to Mum and Dad to get the
answers. They even asked some very impertinent questions about sexual
orientation and whether I got on best with boys or girls. What business
was it of theirs? I left those stupid questions unanswered. Mom took the
forms and put them in the envelope ready to be sealed and mailed. We had
run out of stamps so she asked my not so little brother Derek to take it
to the post office for mailing. He readily agreed to help out and
immediately took off to the post office speeding the application safely
on it's way!
I hadn't held out much hope for a positive or speedy reply. How serious
could they be? I wasn't even asked to submit an essay to demonstrate
why, out of hundreds of other applicants, they should select me to
receive their generosity. So, you can imagine my surprise when, not even
three weeks later, I received not a letter but a phone call. After what
seemed like hours of talking on the phone I was invited for an interview
at their offices in the city.
This was the furthest that I had come to winning a scholarship. I didn't
have it yet so I tried to control my excitement and project a calm and
collected countenance. All of that was lost as soon as I entered the
interview room. There I was confronted with this attractive, smartly
dressed middle aged woman that just exuded charm and confidence. I was
invited to sit down in a chair next to her and make myself comfortable.
The setting was quite informal and intended set my mind at ease.
She introduced herself as Janet Carruthers QC, a volunteer sponsor in
the scholarship program. If all went well, I would be working in her
chambers as a para legal secretary. Wow, what a fantastic opportunity
for real hands on experience!
For the next hour she charmed me round her little finger and
effortlessly extracted my life history, desires and fears without me
even realizing it. Did I like to travel? Was I committed enough to see a
work assignment through? Would I accept challenges and work through
difficult situations? Yes, yes and yes. I knew I was being tested to see
if I was willing to overcome my shyness and take full advantage of what
I was to be offered. Maybe I should pinch myself. This was surely a
dream. So far, everything had gone very well.
Then the interview took a different tack. The discussion got more
serious and we talked about what kind of work assignment I would have to
do. She was obviously someone who took no nonsense from anyone and threw
no punches.
"To be a successful lawyer you will need to make a lot of changes, but
that's why we're here, to help you. I'm afraid you are a bit of a
diamond in the rough. You need to be trained in how to be attractive,
socially desirable and confident no matter what situation you are faced
with. So that's what are going to do. Help you become that person. Of
course, such changes don't come easy and there are times that you will
be extremely uncomfortable with the assignment but if you stick with it
you will transform from an ugly caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly.
You will spend one year in charm school, as it were, and then one more
year as my para legal."
This was all surprising and shocking to me. Instead of one year it would
be two years before I got to college. And yes, I knew that I was
introverted, but a whole year of training on how to mix with others?
That seemed a bit steep. But this was the only chance to fulfill my
dreams so I did not challenge her assessment of me. That last bit about
my personality was a bit of a blow. Still, despite my bruised ego, I
had passed muster. I was accepted into the scholarship program.
The interview over she concluded, "So nice meeting you Britney. I look
forward to your starting our program in October."
Britney! What was she talking about. My name is Brett so why would she
say such a thing. I was ready to correct her mistake and then realized
what she was doing. It was a test. At school, because of my name I had
often been teased being called Britney in stead of Brett Spears. Yes,
childish and stupid, but it was a trigger that made me angry and act
stupidly. Not this time. Instead I ignored her obvious attempt to rile
me. I'd show her that I'm mature and above that kind of manipulation.
The rest of my final school year just flew by. It was over, ancient
history. I was now a nervous young adult going out into the real world.
No sooner was school over than I received a letter to report for the
first phase of the work assignment.
Derek came rushing into the living room waving a letter he had retrieved
from the letter box. "This must be yours," he declared reading out the
senders name and address. "No. Wait a minute, I'm wrong. It's addressed
to a Miss Britney Spears," he said laughing out loud.
"Let me have that!" I yelled not believing him. He was known for his
practical jokes. But no, he was right. It must be some gigantic mistake
I thought, for the letter really was addressed to a Miss Britney. It
said that in October she was to report to a well known Paris fashion
studio. How could this be. How could it all be so wrong. I'm not a girl
and I was going to study law. Distraught, I immediately called up the
scholarship offices to sort everything out.
"Yes, yes. I can see your point," said Janet Carruthers QC. "There's
obviously been a mistake or deception somewhere but not by us. The
application form clearly indicates you to be a Miss Britney Spears."
"Yes," I acknowledged, "but that was my baby brother playing a practical
joke on me."
"Maybe so but that doesn't change anything. I don't know why you let
this charade go on for so long. Even if, as you say, your brother played
a not too practical joke by changing your name, you had plenty of
opportunity during the interview phase to correct the error. And how can
you ever hope to be a lawyer when you don't even check your own
submissions."
She had me there. What kind of lawyer would I make. I was to blame for
not checking the documents accuracy and then for ignoring the now all
too obvious signs that something was amiss.
"In all honesty," she continued, "your brother did you a favor. As Brett
you would never have been considered for the award. We were looking for
awkward, tom boyish females that we could transform from caterpillars
into beautiful butterflies. The assignments are tailored for a girl and
cannot be changed to suit a boy."
I guess I was out of luck with no hope of going to college. When I got
home I would kill Derek first and then myself.
"So what's it to be? Are you going to continue?" she asked.
Stunned by her question I said, "I only wish I could but I don't see
how."
"By being Britney of course. She's been awarded a work assignment
scholarship. Be a girl for a short while. It might open up a whole new
world to you."
"You mean cross dress and pretend to be a girl for a whole year?" I
asked in shock.
"Well, we can't have a boy in drag. You must be a real girl to qualify
for the scholarship but afterwards, you can change back into being a
male for college. Luckily, from my work in the transgender community, I
have useful medical contacts. I know a way for you to be a real girl for
the duration of your assignments."
"A real girl," I stammered not believing my ears.
"Yes, but I won't have you misleading your family. They could ruin
everything if they are not brought on board. It's better to get them on
your side now."
And so, after finally coming to accept my fate, that's what I did.
As you might have expected it was truly embarrassing. Derek, of course,
thought that I was having him on to get back at him for his practical
joke, Dad was true to form angrily claiming that I was no son of his.
Mum, of course, supported me all the way. She thought it would be a
wonderful way to learn how the other half lived. "Don't worry," she said
"It's not so bad being a woman. You never know, you may even find that
you like it and want to stay as one.," Why would she say something like
that? I hoped that she was joking!
I showed up on time at the transgender clinic. I couldn't believe that I
was about to go through with it. Up until now it had just been an
abstract notion. Now it was about to become a reality. All of the legal
and medical formalities had been taken care of a week ago. I just
checked in at the front desk, was called back into a prep room and told
to undress. There they put me under with an anesthetic.
I woke up a week later feeling refreshed and ready to go. Over my stay
intravenous drugs had been pumped into my body removing all Y
chromosomes. I was now fully female with a truly beautiful female body.
When desired, they would reverse the process and restore the chromosomes
that had been removed. Really, all very painless. That is except for the
mental anguish of a boy waking up in a female body.
My mother and Janet Carruthers QC, were waiting at my bedside as I
awoke. Unknown to me they had been talking. My mother had confessed that
she had always wanted a daughter. I was supposed to have been that
daughter, my name hastily being changed from Britney to Brett when I was
born. Janet responded that she might get her wish but it was all up to
me. Janet specializes in transgender legal issues and that's how she had
so easily been able to arrange for my transition.
Janet, all business like, told me to get dressed. For now nothing really
girly. White cotton panties and a tight fitting sports bra then just my
old jeans and a sweater. This was the psychiatrists advice, give me time
to adjust to female clothing. Mum insisted on putting some mascara and
lip gloss on my face to make me presentable. I slipped my feet into some
sneakers and off we went back to my home
I had two weeks in which to fully recover from my transformation and
adjust to being the new me before reporting for duty in Paris at the
Fashion House. My old passport wouldn't work so Janet had already
legally registered me as transgender to get a new passport. Over the
next few weeks my breasts and butt filled out to completion. Mother kept
telling me what a beautiful daughter I was and Derek kept telling me
that I was hot. Even Dad relented and said he would live with my
decision. I told him I was still Brett and he would have his son back in
two years. I could see in his eyes that he didn't really believe it. I
suspect that Mum had been working on him to accept me as his daughter.
After all they already had a wonderful son in Derek and now they could
have a daughter.
Despite mum's protests I refused to go out and by girly clothes or even
act feminine. I could see that she really did want me to be a daughter.
Just to kill those thoughts and let me pretend that I was still a boy I
kept wearing my old clothes, even if they now fit poorly. Underneath,
purely from a practical standpoint, I conceded to wear very plain cotton
bra's and panties. I thought Janet would put an end to my rebellion but
she just said it was ok. Paris was expecting a bad case of 'Tom Boy' to
correct. Worse, Derek claimed that the clothes didn't hide my new
gender. They just accentuated my curves making me look like a red hot
lesbian!
How was I going to go through with all of this? How was I going to get
on that plane and go to Paris? I would be living not just as a girl, but
a sexy looking model in training at a prestigious fashion house.
I don't know how I did it but I managed to pass through customs and
board the plane to Paris. Maybe I had no choice for my whole family and
Janet saw me off at the airport. They didn't trust me to have the guts
to do it alone. I was conscious of everyone looking at me. Maybe I
should have dressed more like a girl, but too late now.
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