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A Legal Beaver
Chapter 8
By
Stefanie Flowers
Getting to see Janet and Sir Benjamin was not as easy as I had
anticipated. Since both had disappeared together on some international
junket our confrontation would have to be put on hold for a while. They
were attending conferences and giving talks to promote recent medical
advances in gender reassignment. No kidding, they were probably touting
about their new procedure to change a persons gender by removing or
donating Y chromosomes. I doubt that they would publically be naming me
and Jason as the first successful recipients of such a procedure but I
was concerned that they might. If they did I would sue them for using my
Y chromosomes without permission.
So, with no one here to confront, we had to get on with things as best
we could. Jason and I had to go on as if everything was normal. This was
easier said than done. It was too late to take back news of our
betrothal so plans for the wedding proceeded as normal. Maybe it was
because of my female hormones, but I was lost in a fog of uncertainty
and confusion. I knew that I loved Jason, but not why. Maybe it was self
love since Jason was now genetically half me. If I had my Y chromosomes
back I would be a different person. As a man, would I love the female
version of Jason. Would I want to marry her? Jason started getting upset
with me because I was so ambivalent toward him. One minute we would be
hugging and kissing as a betrothed couple would, the next I would be
getting mad and pushing him away from me. He hoped that I was just
having my period and would soon be over the 'mood' swings. Jason had no
doubts about wanting to get married to me. I knew that my family wanted
that too. It was all so much pressure, trying to live up to everyone's
expectations. I just wanted to hide away on my own avoiding all family
and friends. But that was not possible. I not only had to act normally
as a woman, but one that was also in love. I needed some quiet time to
think it all through. What were my true feelings and desires for the
future?
Our parents got together and started planning all the nitty-gritty
details of the wedding. We had to set a date so I chose May of next
year, soon after I graduate from college. That gave me some breathing
space to think things through before suddenly finding myself barefoot
and pregnant in a kitchen. In the meantime our parents held a
celebratory engagement party for our families and close friends. It was
hard to endure the party, pretending that I had no reservations about
marrying Jason, especially when I wasn't even sure that I wanted to stay
on as a girl. Worse, I was not even sure that it was possible to return
to being male. My chromosomes had been stolen from me and my body had
matured as a female over formative years of my life. Jason was in no
doubt about his desires and kept on reminding me how much he loved me
and what a wonderful life we would have together. I got angry with him
for being so kind and understanding all of the time. Every time he
kissed me I would find myself melting into his strong manly arms. Then I
would suddenly get pissed and push him away. Poor guy probably thought I
was going off my rocker. I heard my Mum telling him not to worry, that
it was just pre-marriage jitters and that I would soon sort myself out.
The more I thought about it I realized that even if I wanted to stay as
a woman, becoming Jason's wife meant I would have to bear his children
and be a mother to them. Did I really want to get married? I didn't have
any maternal feelings towards babies. In fact, they scared the living
daylights out of me and I really wanted nothing to do with them. I
decided that all of the crying, sleepless nights and nappy changing
were definitely not for me. And, horror of horrors, I would have to
breast feed and burp the little critters. Ugh, I would lactate milk.
Some little bugger would use my nipples as a feeding fountain. No, if I
was to save myself from such a nightmare I had to do something now.
All of my close girlfriends from Paris and London were contacted and
asked to be my bridesmaids. Of course, they all accepted. No one wanted
to miss my wedding day or the exchanging of the happy couples nuptial
vows. I would never, ever, promise to obey him. Mother badgered me into
trying on the wedding dress that I had modeled a lifetime ago in Paris.
I was astonished and happy to discover that it still fit. It looked
absolutely fantastic on me. Crying tears of joy, my Mother hugged and
kissed me saying that I made a beautiful bride. Slowly but surely,
circumstances were pushing me towards an end that I wasn't sure I
wanted.
Thankfully I thought I could leave most of the boring details to the two
mothers but it then it was demanded of me that I help first with the
flower selection, and then the guest list. Since we lived so far apart,
my girlfriends sent me their vital statistics and I had to go with the
two mums to the bridal shop and select appropriate gowns for the
bridesmaids. Luckily, I had already selected my wedding gown so I just
used that to set colors and style of the maid's dresses. I think that my
mother was miffed at not having to help me select my wedding gown. She
wanted to see me try on all kinds of dresses, but no I was adamant, I
was sticking to the original gown that I had fallen in love with back in
Paris. Then the family insisted on dragging me and Jason out to see the
full range of options of where to hold the reception. In the end I left
it to Jason to chose the gigantic hall of an old manor house.
Janice and Sir Benjamin were seated at the hotel bar, drinks in hand,
discussing how their last talk of the tour had gone that day. Both were
excited at the enthusiastic response they had received from everyone and
relishing the fame that was soon to be theirs. All that needed to be
done was document and publicize the successful operations on Britney and
Jason. Their getting married was just icing on the cake. Unknown to
Britney, Janet and Sir Benjamin had been in frequent contact with the
parents of the groom and bride to be. They had heard of the engagement
and worked with the two families to help facilitate and pay for the
wedding. Sir Benjamin knew of the mothers desire for her son to remain
as a daughter and used it to his advantage. He warned Britney's parents
that she might still have passing doubts about remaining a woman so, for
Britney's long term happiness, they needed to reinforce her decision to
marry Jason. There could be no better outcome for Britney's future
happiness than marrying Jason because it wouldn't be long before they
become Grandparents. Of course, Sir Benjamin said nothing to them about
how they used Brett's Y chromosomes to create Jason.
"We are so close now. It's imperative that they get married," said Sir
Benjamin stated out load with an aura of determination.
"Why is that so important?" responded Janet. "Surely, the experiment has
proven to be a complete success. Their marriage is just icing on the
wedding cake" she joked.
"Don't you see? Getting married will lead to them having children,"
responded Sir Benjamin.
"So?" said Janet clearly not getting the implications.
"They'll be the first transgender couple to give natural birth to a
child. Just think what fantastic publicity that will be for the program.
Transgender people will be lining up by the score to benefit from the
procedure. They'll end up becoming normal heterosexuals, possibly
getting married like Jason and Britney."
"Aren't you forgetting something. Jason and Britney were never
transgender to start with and what if Britney is annoyed with how you
stole her Y chromosomes?" said Janet worried by how she had manipulated
Brett into becoming Britney. Being basically a good person, she worried
that Jason and Britney might not remain happy in their new genders?
"Nothing to worry about," said Sir Benjamin with no qualms. "It's all in
the fine print of the scholarship contract that Brett never read before
signing. I had full rights to the collected Y chromosomes to use as I
see fit and, if I so choose, to publicize their personal story to
promote the medical procedure."
Finally, after three months absence, Sir Benjamin and Janet returned to
London. Britney wasted no time in setting up a meeting to confront them
on the use of her property, the Y chromosomes.
"Congratulations to you both," said Sir Benjamin. "I'm so happy to hear
that you are getting married. I couldn't think of a more perfect and
loving couple."
Jason thanked him while Britney fumed at his slick greeting.
Britney had, as yet, no proof yet that Jason had received his Y
chromosomes so he played a game with Sir Benjamin. "I've decided not to
get married after all. I want to return to being Brett. The medical
procedure needs to be reversed to restore my Y chromosomes."
"That would be a shame after all of the wonderful progress you've made
becoming Britney," chimed in Janet, "and it's obvious how much you love
each other."
"Well, I'm sorry to say that it's too late now," added Sir Benjamin.
"Your Y chromosomes have been donated to someone in need and I can't
take them back," said Sir Benjamin. "Whether you like it or not you are
now Britney for life."
"That's not what I agreed to and I want my chromosomes back. I'll sue
you if you resist my demands," I retorted angrily.
"Well it's unfortunate that things are not to your liking but I had
every right to donate your chromosomes to a deserving person. The
scholarship contract that you signed had a clause saying it was subject
to the statutes and goals of my foundation. That means that, even
without your permission, I was entitled to use the chromosomes to save
someone's life. And that's exactly what I did."
What a fool I had been. How could I ever call myself a good lawyer after
falling for such a rudimentary legal trick. I had assumed the statutes
of the foundation to be benign and not even bothered to read the
foundations charter. It was embarrassing and stupid. Worse I was now
trapped forever as a woman.
"Still, no harm done," continued Janet. "I can see that you were just
angry about not being consulted. I assure you that it was just an
oversight on our part. I can see how much in love you are with Jason and
have no need for the chromosomes anyway."
They hadn't even admitted to giving my Y chromosomes to Jason. Getting
up in a huff, I grabbed Jason's arm and marched the two of us out of the
office. I was mad, but Jason was happy and that made me even madder. It
was a great outcome for him. After all, he needed my chromosome donation
to stay alive and he got me as his wife. But, thinking a little more, I
could tell that he really did love me. How could I ask him to die, for
that is what would happen if I took my chromosomes back.
Devastated at my own stupidity, I resigned myself to a lifetime as
Britney. It must be karma, I said to myself. I was destined to be
Britney. Everyone, it seemed, was happy for me. I continued my studies
and graduated in time for a May wedding.
Mum and Dad had never been happier. Derek became infatuated with Jason's
sister Sally so she too became on of my bridesmaids. All of my
girlfriends had come early enough to have last minute fittings for their
gowns. They praised my fashion taste seeing that looked absolutely
gorgeous fabulous in the gowns.
A month before the wedding we held my bridal shower. I was embarrassed
by the gifts of luxurious lingerie for my wedding trousseau. Jason will
be pleased, I thought as I opened each scented and femininely wrapped
package.
"That's not fair" I screamed in protest on opening Bridget's gift. "You
can't expect me to wear this." It was a satin bridal set of balcony bra
that would expose my nipples and open crotched thong panty that would
expose, well, you know what. It also came with a very frilly garter belt
and silk stockings.
"But you must. It's to wear on your wedding day and to encourage Jason
to fulfill his obligations in the conjugal bed," responded Britney
laughing. There were many more sexy items of clothing for my boudoir. We
all had a laugh imagining me dressed so provocatively for Jason's
pleasure. I was having fun and thinking maybe all of this was going to
work out ok. Then I became unsettled when some joker gave me some baby
clothes. That put a downer on my spirits for a while but I soon pushed
it aside as a joke in poor taste.
We were now only two weeks away from the ceremony. We had the church
rehearsal and subsequent dinner. My bridesmaids seemed pleased and
enamored with their male escorts. Determined to get back at them for the
bridal shower I gave them each a present for being my bridesmaids. I
told them not to open the presents until the day of the wedding. Besides
some nice jewelry, I had included in the package a balcony bra and pair
of open crotch panties with a note saying that if I had to wear them,
then so did they. I was wickedly pushing them into having sex with their
male escorts.
Having acknowledged defeat by Sir Benjamin and Janet I was totally
submerging myself into the role of Britney. It was my only chance of
happiness now. I had to push thoughts of Brett aside. He was gone. He
was dead, I told myself.
Just one more archaic ritual to undergo before the wedding. Jason had
somehow managed to accumulate a large crowd of single bachelors for his
stag night. Officially, I didn't want to know what they were planning
but of course I made sure to find out. They were going to a strip bar to
get drunk and stare at naked women. Had I been Brett, I would have done
the same thing myself, but as Britney I was furious. I told Jason that
he had better not get drunk and be in good shape for the wedding. No
hangovers and no sex allowed, I chided him.
Men, the stupid fools, always assumed a woman's hen night consisted of a
dull dinner, a few drinks, and quiet talk about their men. In a way this
was true but they didn't realize we enjoyed letting our hair down too
and oogling naked bodies of the other sex too. The two mums had arranged
everything. After a fancy dinner we went to Cowboy night at a male strip
joint. We had fun watching the strong rippling muscles of their naked
bodies and stuffed money into their bulging g-strings. It was a riot and
we all knocked back a lot of alcohol.
Then I was embarrassed by an announcement that I, a virgin (untrue), was
to be married the following day. The audience agreed that I needed some
training in how to be a good wife and I was dragged off backstage to
change into a costume. Inebriated as I was, I took my clothes off and
put on the costume. It consisted of just high heels and a g-string.
Absolutely nothing else! I was made to go out on stage and dance just
like a stripper. Another girl showed me how to use the vertical stripper
pole to show off my wares, twisting around it and even hanging upside
down on it. The last thing I remember was lots of cat calls and screams
of "That a girl, show em how to do it" before passing out. I had
recollections of being held up and helped into a car. I then remember
puking on the back seat and thinking, "Oh my god. What have I done? How
will I ever make it through my wedding?"
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