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Chrissy's Journey to Becoming a Woman By Christine Wilson Final Chapter With Sami being gone for the summer, I was hoping to have more time with Roger but, life had its way. Kim, the receptionist, took a leave of absence for the summer to have her baby. Dad asked me if I wanted to work there and I said yes. I told him that he had to pay me and that I needed some new "work" clothes. The salon has a reputation for being upscale and trendy. Those working there had to look the look. Mom, Julia, who did Sami's hair, and I went shopping. Dad didn't even ask what we spent, he knew, without asking me, it wasn't going to be cheap. Dad has a friend, Jacob, who owned an auto repair shop. He was looking for someone to help out over the summer. He had Roger talk to Jacob and got the job. At first is was mainly just cleaning up, stocking parts, etc. But, soon he was doing oil changes, tire rotations, etc. Jacob started Roger out at minimum wage but, by the time the summer was over, he was paying him $15.00 per hour. I was working Tuesday - Saturday so Roger started working Saturday's too. We had every evening, he still ate dinner with us almost every night, and Sundays. Most of the time, I would bring him lunch on Mondays. For my 16th birthday, Mom and Dad threw me a big party. Most of my family and friends all came. I received lots of very nice gifts. But the best, by far, was the one that Roger gave me. It was a simple string bracelet that he made for me. Woven into it, was "Chrissy and Roger for Ever." When I saw it, I started to cry because I loved it so much and I wore it until it wore out. Roger and Jennifer had both been accepted into 4-year colleges. They both elected to attend Diablo Valley College (DVC), the local Community College. Jennifer because she didn't know what she wanted to major in and couldn't see "wasting" the money trying to figure it out. Roger knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to go into Auto Mechanics and DVC has an excellent program. Also, he didn't want to be so far away from me, which didn't bother me at all. Roger's parents didn't like his decision at all. They pulled some strings to get him accepted at Stanford. In their minds, going to a 2- year Community College was wasting his potential. Then when he said he wanted to study Auto Mechanics, they gave up on him. He tried to tell them that a good mechanic could easily make over $100,000 a year. But that was menial labor and Roger was too good to do that. As their idea of tough love, they gave him two choices. He could go to Stanford and continue to get their support or if he decided to go to DVC he was on his own. In fact, they told him that once he turned 18, in August, he had to move out and support himself. That was okay with Roger. With all of his past jobs and working for Jacob, he had managed to save almost $20,000. Jacob told him that he could work there part time while he was going to school. He also offered Roger an old apartment that was above the shop. It hadn't been lived in for at least 20 years and Jacob used it as a storage room. Jacob said that if Roger fixed it up and acted as a caretaker for the shop, he could stay there for free. It was a one bedroom one bath apartment and it was a mess. But, with the help of me, my family and some friends, we gutted the place. A good cleaning, paint and carpet made all of the difference in the world. Roger picked up some appliances from the Sears Outlet store, furniture and housewares from the local Thrift Shops. By the time we were finished, he had spent just over $1500 and it looked very cozy and homey. Working the summer as the receptionist reinforced my desire to work in a salon after high school. Dressing up, every day, made me feel so grown up and I loved it. Many times, I would come in early and one of the stylists would do my hair for me so I always looked my best. Roger really liked it when I was all decked out for work. I was glad, though, to have two days a week off, because I was getting a bit too vain about my looks. My weekend was a good time to decompress and get back to reality. August came and, of course, Roger's parents were away for their son's birthday. They did leave him a note saying that they expected him to be moved out by the time they got back. They didn't know about the apartment and they thought they were calling his bluff. Mom and Dad had a birthday/house warming party for Roger. It wasn't as big as mine but it was nice and everyone had a good time. He received lots of gifts for his new apartment. After the party, he went home to spend his last night there. I gave him a kiss and told him that I had something special for him and I would bring it over later. Ever since Roger gave me that bracelet, I knew I wanted to do something special for him. I gave him a nice shirt but, to give him what I really wanted to, I had to practice. I had spent the last 6 weeks practicing. I figured that the best thing I could give him was me. After everyone left, Roger excused himself and went to his home for the last night. A few minutes later, I excused myself saying that I forgot to give Roger something, which was true. When I got over to his house, I almost chickened out. But I rang the doorbell and he answered. I came in saying that there was something else I wanted to give him. He looked a bit confused so I pulled him closer and gave him a very big kiss with tongue. He enjoyed it but, asked what was going on. To which I dropped to my knees and started to undo his pants. He lifted me back to my feet and said, "Oh you don't know how much I would like to have you do that. But, as much as I have to say it, this isn't the time or place. For one, I wouldn't want to do it in their house. Two, you are too young and if you Father found out he would kill me. I love you with all of my heart. There will be a time and place in the future. Don't be in such a hurry to grow up. I am not going anywhere, you don't have to worry about me leaving." "It's just that I love you too. After you gave me that bracelet, I wanted to give you something special. I guess I screwed this up." "Not at all, like I said, I am not going anywhere. Just give it time." With that I started to cry because I knew he wanted me for me and not just to have me. He always treated me special, almost putting me up on a pedestal. I came to realize that he actually respected me as a girl and not just someone to have a quick roll in the hay with. The next day, I helped him move the rest of his stuff to his new apartment. We both kept busy with work but, still spent as much time together as we could. Over Labor Day weekend, Dad's friend let him use his cabin on Lake Tahoe. We went as a family and Roger and Jonathon came along too. But, they had to sleep in the same room with Jimmie. It was a great weekend and a close to summer. Kim decided that she liked being a stay at home Mom. She decided not to come back to work. Dad interviewed several different women, and one guy. The one he liked the best, and was by far the best qualified, was Beth. She had worked as a Receptionist/Salon Manager at a salon when she lived in Denver. Like Kim, she quit working when her children started coming, she now has 3. The youngest just started 1st grade and she wanted to come back to work. But, she was only willing to work 9:00 - 2:00 while her kids were in school. Dad had been thinking about getting a Salon Manager to take some of the burden off him. He asked me if I would be willing to come in and work after school. I told him yes but, I didn't want to have to work every Saturday. He talked to Beth and negotiated, for a higher starting hourly wage, for her to split the Saturday's with me. So, Beth worked Monday (to do the Manager duties) - Friday 9:00 - 2:00. I worked it out so that I had my free period last. I was able to leave school early and I would be there before 2:00 until 5:00, sometimes a bit later. Roger worked a few hours everyday for Jacob and on some Saturdays, when I was working. He was settled into his apartment but, still came over for dinner most nights. Mom took him under her wing, so to speak, and said that as long as he was going to live on his own, he had to learn how to cook. Besides, she didn't want him to poison me with his cooking. He took to cooking like a duck to water. He even had us over for dinner one night and we all survived. Sometimes the stylists would ask me to stay after 5:00 to give them a hand. Dad was only paying me up to 5:00 so the stylist had to pay me for my time after that. Dad did that so they wouldn't try and take advantage of me. They would actually pay me under the table so I was making more than I would for Dad. Those nights I had to work longer, Roger would come by and we would go to dinner afterwards. On several occasions he would just call and ask me to come over and he would cook something for me. Roger liked to spoil me every chance he got. Sometimes it would as simple as giving me a foot rub. Other times, buy me nice things. I ended up spending a fair amount of time, with him, at his apartment. We would always kiss but, that was as far as he would allow it to go. I am not sure how frustrated he was but, I was coming unglued. Mom noticed my frustration and asked me what was wrong. At first, I told her nothing but, when I started crying she knew it wasn't true. But, she didn't try and force the issue. A few days later, I told her everything. We ended up talking for over an hour. It was the first time, in a very long time, I had really opened up to her. She told me she understood what I was going through. With that, she left the room and came back with a wrapped box. I opened it up and there was a vibrator. I looked shocked and she said that when she was about my age, she found that these can be a great release. She told me that I could find some videos on U-Tube on what to do. She was right, it was a great stress reliever. The school was a bit of a blur. At Christmas break, we went to the Big Island of Hawaii. Roger and Jonathon came along too but, again, they had to share a room with Jimmie. I took Roger to my Winter Formal and Junior Prom. We went with a couple of other couples and had a great time. During the Spring break, Dad had been invited to speak and lead a couple workshops at International Beauty Show in New York City. He invited me to come along with him to that show. It was magical and I learned so much from the classes and workshops that I was allowed to take. Over the years, I watched the stylists work and took in what they did and why they did it. During the Show, I was able to do my first color, highlights, perm and haircut, on dummies of course. But, it all seemed so natural for me, any second thoughts about wanting to do hair was completely gone. I told Dad that this is what I wanted to do with my life. Of course, he approved. I have always been a good student and actually had enough credits to graduate a semester early. But, I wanted to graduated with my friends in June. After we got back from New York, I had an idea of what I wanted to do. I talked to the school and found out that I could just take classes in the morning and be out by 12:00 noon. I told Mom and Dad that I would like to see if I could start Cosmetology School in September. I could take my regular classes in the morning and my Cosmetology classes in the afternoon and on Saturday. Dad checked it out for me and he got permission, with one of the local schools, for me to start in September. Beth asked for 6 weeks off during the summer. She, and her husband, wanted to take their family on a cross country road trip. Of course, I was "volunteered" to fill in for her. Roger arranged his work schedule so that we were both off on Sunday and Monday. Mom and Dad laid the ultimate guilt trip on us when we asked about going to Monterey for the weekend, for Roger's birthday. They said sure, "We trust you to behave yourselves." We had a wonderful time, slept in the same bed together but, nothing happened. A parent's guilt trip has a way of throwing cold water on the situation. Soon the summer was over. Beth came back realizing that she would have to start working fulltime as I wouldn't have the time to fill in. She talked with Dad and they came to an agreement. She would take her lunch around 2:00 so she could go get her kids. Dad suggested, to see if it would work, that she could bring them to the salon and have them stay in the back room doing homework, etc. Everything went well until he daughter, Lilly age 8, came out and started talking with the clients. Soon she was getting coffee and snacks for them. No one complained. In fact, there were many comments, from our regular clients, saying, "Lilly is just like me when I was her age." Beth's other kids got bored, so she signed them up for an after-school day care program. It was costing her more than she was making working the extra 4 hours a day. But, Lilly so enjoyed being there so much that it was worth it. She continued to bring her almost every day. Going to High School and Cosmetology School was harder than I thought it would be. Luckily, my High School classes were fun electives. I didn't have to put much time and effort to them. But, Cosmetology was different. For the first 6 months, it was mostly theory ranging from how hair grows to how to effectively get rid of it. They did break it up with hand on sessions on hair coloring, cutting, wrapping perm rods and rollers. Monday - Friday, I was going to High School 8:00am - 12:00 noon. For the first 6 months, of Cosmetology School, I was going from 1:00pm - 6:00pm, Monday - Friday. After the first 6 months, it was 1:00pm - 6:00pm, Tuesday - Friday and 8:00am - 6:00pm on Saturdays. Roger and I still had our evenings and weekends together. We even managed to get way for a couple of overnighters. But, with the parent's guilt being constantly being applied, nothing happened. It's amazing, even with the Energizer Bunny, how fast a vibrator goes through batteries. One thing I haven't mentioned, for a while, is what happens after I turn 18. I have talked, at length, with Mom, Dad and my therapist Dr. Megan Clark about having my final surgery. She arraigned for us to meet with the staff at the Transgender Surgery Institute, in Southern California, in December. Because of my self-castration, my penis wasn't big enough for the penial invert procedure. Instead, I would have to have vaginoplasty using my rectosigmoid colon. It is a much more evasive procedure but has the advantage of I could have greater length and it would be self- lubricating. During Christmas break, I had enough hours to go on the floor and start working on people. Roger was my first client when he came in for a haircut. I botched it pretty bad, but he didn't care and the instructors were able to help me make it look presentable. With practice and patience, my skills quickly improved. Not only did Roger come back, he let me put highlights in his hair, but many of my friends and all of my family also came to support me. By the time Spring came along, my skills were sufficient enough for me to start to intern with area salons. I had to work for 1 week each, in 3 different salons. Of course, I wanted to intern at Dad's salon. But, he suggested 3 others that he thought I could benefits from. I had worked on clients before, at school, but this was different. This was working at a faster pace and more was expected from you. I got very good reviews from all 3 salons. We made another trip to Southern California during Spring break. My date was set, Wednesday August 27, 2008, for my surgery. I was both very excited and scared shitless, which I told was normal. With the school year ending, I graduated with my class. It was very time-consuming doing both my High School and Cosmetology together. But, I not only had my High School diploma, I was with-in 200 hours of finishing my Cosmetology training and I was going to finally have a vagina too. I was actually able to finish the 200 hours just after I turned 18. I lucked out in that when I went to apply for my State Board exam, there was a cancellation and I was able to get an appointment with in a week. Jennifer volunteered to be my model and I passed the first time! When we got home, Dad told me that his assistant Julie, had finished her training was leaving to go to another salon, as he didn't have room for her. He asked me if I would be interested in taking her place. But, I would be working for Michelle and be shared by the other stylists too. I said I would love to. He said I could start now and resume in October, after I healed from my surgery. I have known Michelle forever and she was great to work for. Actually, it was more like working with her. My first real client was Roger, coming in for his monthly haircut. I worked all of July and the first part of August. I was so excited when I got my first check as an assistant/hair stylist. It was almost twice what I had been making as a receptionist. Dad had paid for my Cosmetology training. My upcoming surgery was being paid for from a Trust that Mom had set up for me, after my biological father, Jack Murphy, had died. I didn't have to pay rent and my car was paid for so my living expenses were small. With Mom and Dad's encouragement, I immediately started putting half of my check in a savings account. I still had more money, to spend, than I had before. I liked working! Roger graduated from his training the same time I did, which was one of the reasons I wanted to start my training early. He was immediately recruited by several different shop and car dealerships. They were offering him $50,000+ per year to start. Jacob couldn't match them but, did offer him $35,000, with the possibility of more later. He offered to let Roger stay in the apartment whether he came to work for him fulltime or not. Roger went to work for Jacob with the understanding that he could make changes, to the shop and how things were being done. Jacob said yes so Roger stayed there. Shortly thereafter, he gave Jacob a list of equipment that either needed to be replaced or added to the shop. Jacob cringed a bit when he saw that the list was going to cost him $150,000. But, he trusted Roger and financed the purchase. With-in the next few months, the income to the shop had almost doubled. True to his word, Jacob gave Roger a series of small raises with the shop revenue increases. Shortly after my birthday, I went over to Roger's apartment to cook him dinner. I had been to his apartment many times but, this time was different and I was feeling anxious. After dinner and cleaning up, I took his hand, leading him to the bedroom saying, "I won't take no for an answer." Roger didn't say a word and followed me into the bedroom. I undressed him and he undressed me. We kissed and I dropped to my knees and started to stroke him. He immediately got hard and soon he was all of the way down my throat. Two years of practicing helped because I didn't gag at all and I swallowed everything that he shot into my mouth. Roger took control of the rest of the night. He was slow and gentle introducing me to anal sex. I guess we had both been researching the subject so it wasn't very awkward at all. I had started prepping myself that morning by taking a laxative and enema, followed by a shower making sure everything was clean. I have managed to cum using my vibrator before. But, having Roger inside me was so much better and fulfilling. He even sucked on my little penis. I thought I would hate it. But, I was surprised how it felt so good. We both fell asleep around Midnight. Roger was supposed to be at work at 8:00. He was an hour late. Jacob was about to say something when he saw my walk down the stairs. He just smiled and went back to work. When I got home, no one said a word except Jimmie. He asked said, "Did you go to a sleep over?" To which everyone just laughed. Soon I was spending more nights at Roger's than at home. Soon it was time to go to Southern California for my surgery. Jimmie stayed with my Aunt Mary and Mom, Dad, Jennifer and Roger came to support me. They gave me a stack of papers to sign, I was 18 now. They told me not to eat of drink anything after 7:00pm and to be back there by 6:00am. We got our rooms nearby. It was strange because, as much as I loved Roger, I wanted to share my room with my sister Jennifer. She had been there for me from the start and has always been my biggest supporter. Not that everyone else didn't support me with all of their hearts. Early the next morning I am lying down in the pre-surgical unit waiting to be taken in. Alongside my bed, was my Mom and Dad, Jennifer and Roger to support me as I finished my journey to womanhood. My Dr. comes in, "How are you doing this morning Chrissy?" I said good but, nervous. She took a hold of my hand and said, "Everything will be okay, we talked about what I am going to do during your surgery, do you have any questions?" I said no and she said that she will see me in the surgery room and left. Shortly thereafter, two nurses came in to get me. Mom, Dad and Jennifer gave me hugs and said they will be here until I get out of surgery. Roger came over, leaned down and kissed me saying, "I love you." With that, I was wheeled into the operating room. The nurse asked me my name. "Chrissy Roberts," I said. "What are you here for?" "For sexual reassignment surgery," I said. "Fantastic, this is Dr. Walker. She will be your anesthesiologist during your surgery." Dr. Walker asked me, "Are you ready for this?" I said, "Of course." With that, she pushed something into my IV and put a mask over my face. "Start counting back from 10." "10 - Finally, this is it." "9 - I am finally going to be a woman." "8 - How did I get here"? "7 - Well I don't really remember the first time I put on a dress." "6 - I just know what I was told." "5 ..." When I woke everyone was there waiting for me. Mom told me that the operation went off with out a hitch. The Dr. later came in and said the same things. I had to stay in the hospital for two days and then and another month of recovery at home. They wanted to see me back here in 3 weeks and again in 6 weeks for a follow up. I was packed and bandage so I couldn't see anything. The next day, when they changed my dressings I was able to look into a mirror and see my new self. I started to cry with happiness. Dad, Jennifer and Roger had to go home but Mom stayed here with me. We had a lot of time to talk and I came to realize that this was the first time, in a vey long time, that it was just her and I. She has always been very supportive of me and my needs. When I read about those who have to go through what have, only without the support of their family, I know I was blessed to have her and the rest of my family. The Dr. came in checked me for the last time. The nurses showed me how to dilate, packed my new vagina, put my dressings back on and I was good to go home. Walking was a bit hard so Mom made arraignments to have a wheel chair for me at the airport when we left and arrived home. Roger was there to pick us up from the airport and when we got home, there was a big "Surprise" from most of my family and friends. They had made a banner that said, "Welcome to Womanhood!." For the first week, or so, I was supposed to just lay around and start doing my dilation 6 times a day. Dilation isn't all it is cracked up to be. It is painful but, necessary to keep my new vagina open. The swelling started to subside and things started looking better. I couldn't take a shower I had to sponge bath myself. One of the biggest changes was when I sat down to pee. Instead of having to push my little penis back, so I didn't make a mess, I just had to sit and go. By the 2nd week I was able to move around easier. But I was still had to stay close to home to do my dilations. Roger came by everyday after work and eat dinner with us, even though he has learned to be a pretty good cook. I would take short trips to visit friends. By the end of the 3rd week, my dilations had been reduced to 4 times a day and I flew to LA for my checkup. The Dr. said that all looked good and asked me if I had any problems. To which I said no. The next 3 weeks went by fast. I was feeling much better and even was able to work a few days at the salon. I got my final release from the Dr. though I had to still dilate once a day unless I was sexually active. Roger and I went away to Lake Tahoe for our first weekend together alone. It was magical and we were able to test out my new vagina. Sex was different but still very fulfilling. The nice thing and bad thing about my new vagina is that I will never have to worry about getting pregnant. When we got back, I started working fulltime at the salon. There were stylists always taking off for vacations, etc. so I almost always had a chair to use for my few clients. Those days I had no chair, I just helped out the other stylists. By having me as their assistant many of the stylists were able to squeeze in more clients. For the last few years, I have kept my hair pretty much the same. It was shoulder length, cut into layers with side sweeping bangs. The salon has a reputation of being cutting edge and a bit edgy. One day Michelle came up to me and said, "If you are going to work here, you need a more edgy look. Do you trust me?" With that, she sat me down in her chair. She told me what she had in mind was to cut my hair into a short bob, keep my sweeping bangs and color my hair purple, lavender and blue. She has the time now and was I interested? I thought why not and she proceeded to cut my hair, bleach my hair blonde, then foil in the different colors. While my hair was processing, I helped the other stylists. My hair was bleached and Michelle had just finished foiling in the other colors when a woman came in for a haircut. I was quite a sight cutting hair with my head covered in little foil packets. The woman was curios what I was having done. When I told her, she said she was thinking of having her hair colored the same way. When I finished, she asked if she could come back to see how my hair turned out. I said of course. Half an hour later, Michelle was done and I looked at myself in the mirror. It was something that I would have never thought about doing with my hair but, I liked it. Dad had been watching the whole time and didn't say a word until I was finished. He simply said, "It looks good and it suits you." The woman came back and loved my hair. She asked if I could do the same for her and I said yes, I could, hoping for some help from Michelle. She made an appointment for the following week. "See I told you that you needed that look here." Yes, Michelle was right. Roger loved my hair too. He said it made me look like a sexy vixen. I soon realized that my edgier look, needed some edgier clothes. Michelle offered to take me shopping. I don't know it was the new hair, clothes or just me but, I started to steadily increase my client base. I had so many requests for an edgier look that I had to go Vidal Sassoon's in San Francisco to take some classes in edgier cuts and color. I was settling in at the salon taking clients when I could and helping the rest of the time. I am glad that I had the opportunity to be an assistant. I have learned so much more than what they taught us in school. I was like Michelle's little sister and she and helped me so much. Dad watched how the other stylists were helping so he kept a low profile. One disadvantage to my new hair color is that it takes lots of maintenance. My roots have to be touched up every 3 - 4 weeks, the pastel colors tend to fade quickly. I had to have Michelle do my hair every 3 weeks but, it was worth it. The time went by so fast and I became very busy. I had just enough clients so that I had no problems finding an open chair to use. The time around Christmas and New Year's was very busy. It was hard to be able to find and open chair. So, I had to start coming in at 6:00 and many times I would work until 9:00. By the time New Year's had come and gone I was exhausted. For Christmas, Roger surprised me with two tickets to the Island of Hawaii for a week. That was just what I needed. The day we left, it was cold, rainy and just plain miserable. When we arrived in Kona, it was 80? and sunny. We spent much of the time sightseeing, swimming, snorkeling and just laying in the sun. Our last night there, we went to a luau at our hotel. They had the Hawaiian dancers putting on a show for us. There were big screen TVs around so everyone could see. At the end of the show, the announcer said that was just one more thing. The lights went down the spot light went on us, Roger was handed a microphone and said, "Chrissy we have known each other since we were kids. You know that your family helped to raise me." With that the TVs came on and there was my whole family on the screen. "I have loved you for as long as I have known you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me?" He opened the ring box for me to see. I started to cry and said, "Yes I will marry you!" and he put the ring on my ring finger. With that, everyone including my family applauded. I was so happy. As everyone was leaving the congratulated us. My phone rang and it was Mom. Roger had set it up so they could watch the whole thing. Everyone congratulated and was very happy for us. I found out later that Roger was impressed with the story of Dad asking Jennifer and me for our permission to marry Mom. So, he went to Dad and asked for his permission to marry. Of course, Dad had to give him a bad time but, he said yes. When we returned, other than giving their congratulations, everyone wanted to know when the wedding was going to be. We thought may next summer. At work, the word had already got around. Everyone wanted to see my ring, to see if Roger was being cheap, he wasn't. One of the stylist's husband got a big promotion and they were moving back to Texas. Dad offered me her chair and I accepted it. Working full time and planning a wedding is very time consuming. Dad gave us two options. He would give us up to $20,000 for the wedding or give us the cash to get married in a simple ceremony with a Judge. One thing about a wedding, the groom has very little say on what goes on. Of course, I said I wanted the big wedding. Jennifer agreed to be my Maid of Honor and helped me with all of the planning. We finally set the date of Saturday June 20, 2009. We found an Inn in the Napa Valley that does weddings. Dad knew a Minister who agreed to marry us. Having our Wedding at the Inn, much of the work is being done for us. We (me) had to come up with a theme, decide on the food and cake, arrange for a DJ or music, the flowers and the invitations. The rest is part of the package that was put together for us. My dress was another story. It seemed like anything that I really loved was over $5,000. A friend of mine told me about a store that sold used wedding dresses. Jennifer and I went there and found the same dress that I loved but, not for $5,000. It was in perfect condition and they were selling it for $2,500 and I bought it. When we told Roger's parents they were happy for us but, didn't offer to help with any of the costs. We were wondering if they would even come to the wedding. Jacob was true to his word. The new equipment and changes that Roger had recommended paid off. He no longer had to turn away customers in fact, he had to hire on another fulltime person to handle oil changes, tire rotation, etc. Revenues to the shop jumped 25%. Jacob gave Roger a $15,000/year raise. For me, I was steadily building clientele. I was no longer the assistant, though I would still help where I could. At my suggestion, Dad hired a girl I knew from Cosmetology school to be the new assistant. Before I knew it, it was time for our wedding. Some of Roger's friend took him out for his last night of freedom to San Francisco. They barely made it to the wedding, Roger was the only one who was sober. The wedding went off as planned and I was now Christine Marie Kennedy (Mrs. Roger Kennedy). We went back to the same resort in Kona where Roger proposed. Thus, we started our lives together. Fast forward to 2018. Jennifer is a Registered Surgical Nurse. She and Jonathan got married and have two little boys. Jimmie, now 19 and likes to be called Jim is going to school to be an electrical engineer. Jacob retired a couple of years ago and sold Roger the shop for $1. The shop is doing very well. Last year, Roger took home $150,000 and has 3 fulltime mechanics working for him. Dad retired and sold the salon to Michelle. He and Mom have been doing a lot of traveling and taking care of the Grandkids. We see Roger's parents more often now and they have loosened up. They have finally accepted that Roger was a success and happy with his life. Plus, they love having Grand kids. Did I say grandkids? Two years into our marriage, we decided that we wanted to start a family. Of course, I can't have kids so we looked into adoption. After 6 months a brother 4 (Ben) and sister 2 (Grace) became available. Their parents were killed in an auto accident and they had only one living relative. But he was in prison and wouldn't be getting out anytime soon. The condition of the adoption was that they had to stay together. That was no problem for us because we wanted to have two kids. Ben is now 13 and Grace is 11. Now I have a greater appreciation of what Mom and Dad went through raising us. Though it seems that Ben, who takes after Roger, may be easier than Grace, who takes after me. After the adoption was final. I quit doing hair and focused on raising our children. Now that they are older, I share a chair with another stylist at a different salon. Roger makes sure that I never have to dilate again ?? Life is good and thanks for reading this!