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The Man Who Would Be Queen
Chapter Eight
"Degrees of Evil"
It was early the next morning and there was much to be done today. It
would require a lot of initial exposure in public for Dexter and he
wasn't ready.
"Dexter please put the dress on honey. You know you have to do this,"
his mother said handing him the simple light blue sun dress.
Dexter took the dress and looked at Angela.
"Dexter, you have to do this for now. You know what they said when
they picked you up and you have a decree from the Queen herself. This
is not something to mess around with," Angela said pleading with him.
"Please Dexter, put on the dress."
"I am the one who has to prance around in front of my friends dressed
like a girl. Now I have to convince them that I actually want to be a
girl when I don't. Why can't you two understand? You're looking at it
from a practical point of view because the Queen says. I'm going to be
mortified as a man."
Angela was still in her nightie. She walked over to Dexter and hugged
him.
"Please Dexter," she said softly. "I don't want you to have to do this
anymore than you do. The only other choices you have are to try and
run, or resist by not cooperating. Either way baby, they will take you
in and make your body female sooner than later. Not really much of a
choice," she said lowering her eyes. "I don't want that either."
"Where is it we have to go today anyway that's so important?"
"Sarah says we need to start the process. We need to visit a clinic
that does these type of things."
"Types of things? Why don't you just say it mom?" he growled.
"Ok. You're right. We will be going to a clinic that specializes in
male to female sex changes. We need to get your paperwork started.
Then they will be able to recommend counselors and other people that
will help in your transition support," she said with a concerned tone.
She was worried what effect hearing such direct talk on the matter
might have on Dexter.
"Great. So what comes first, or should I even ask what I should
expect? At least tell me that," he said throwing his hands up in the
air.
"Well," his mother started. "They will probably want to start you on
female hormones as soon as possible and for you to start living as a
girl full time immediately. Then you will see a counselor regularly to
help you deal with and answer questions that you may have."
Dexter looked at his mother.
"Hormones? How do you know all this?"
"This is what Sarah told me would probably happen. She says we need to
do the process for now."
"Sarah? What does she know? She has no idea what is being asked of me.
This is not a dress up game. I'm not being asked to just dress like a
girl and then it will be ok. This life changing, altering not only who
I am, but what I am, and I have no choice in the matter?" Dexter voice
was now very loud.
"What do you want to do Dexter," his mother as softly with tears in
her eyes.
"I don't know. I am a man. I have many friends and all of a sudden in
one day you want me to just change? Wear a dress in front of them and
tell them I have always secretly wanted to be female? "
"That is what the situation is yes. How do you want to handle it?" she
asked again putting the ball back in his court.
"I have no idea. How does a guy answer that?"
"I have a suggestion," Angela said softly taking his hand. "What if
you let us, me and your mom, make the decisions on how you look and
you follow them. This way it will feel for you like you are following
instructions rather than implementing this on yourself."
He looked at her with a helpless look in his eyes.
"We will be as sympathetic as we can Dexter, but baby we have to be
able to be objective in all this too."
"But Angela."
"Dexter, you will have to agree to let us help, and you have to
pretend to be accepting, or it will not work. Let us deal with the
agenda and your feminine progress while Sarah tries to get you out of
all this."
"I guess you're right," he said almost resigned to the fact.
"Thank you baby," Angela said giving him a deep passionate kiss right
in front of his mother.
"So are you going to wear the dress?" his mother now asked picking it
back up from the bed.
Dexter cringed and then Angela spoke.
"Wait. There is nothing that says Dexter has to wear a dress to show
his desire to be female. How about if we start him in a pair of jeans
today and a blouse of some sort," she said looking at him at arms
length, "Then maybe a pair of women's flat sandals and paint his
toenails red."
"No Angela!" he spat out a little shocked.
"And you need to wear a padded bra Dexter," Angela said in closing.
"No." Just the idea made him cringe.
"She's right honey, it is feminine enough for the trip today."
"I will look like a fag, not a girl," he complained looking at them
both for some sympathy.
His mother picked up the dress and held it out to him.
"Which do you feel is the lesser of the two evils Dexter? You decide."
Angela left the room for a moment and returned with her purse. She dug
around for moment and pulled out a bottle of red nailpolish. She held
it up for Dexter to see.
"If you want my help, sit down in the chair and let me do this," she
said telling him to have a seat.
"Angela, can I see you outside for a moment?" Lynne said stepping out
of the room.
"Angela this afternoon when we get back I want Dexter to present
himself to his brother and sister and I want him to be wearing a dress
or something more than nailpolish."
"Why the quick push?" Angela looked to her for an answer.
"He will be living here with them. We can't hide the fact that Dexter
will be slowly dressing as a girl. It needs to be done all at once
Angela, and he needs to be totally dressed as a young lady. Let them
get over the shock and get it all out at once. At least with the
kids."
"Ok. I see your point. Let me think about it while we are out today.
Maybe I can feel Dexter out and find some comfort zone for him in
appearing before his brother and sister as a girl."
"It's not likely," his mother said.
"I know, but this is very difficult for him," Angela said now walking
back into the bedroom shaking the bottle of nailpolish in her hand.
This was difficult for Angela too. She had no idea how she would react
herself at the sight of Dexter dressed as a girl. She kept her
concerns to herself. Dexter had enough to worry about without being
worried if his girlfriend could deal with the events as they began to
unfold.
Angela did know that she felt a deep compassion for his plight and
wanted to help soothe the emotional distress she knew was feeling now
and the horrible things that may lie ahead, yet she would have to be
energetic and positive about pushing him along.
"I'm so glad he is not caving on this," she thought seeing her man
giving in to being a woman easily might be too much for her to accept.
This was such an unknown. Nobody knew how to act or what to expect
anymore.
"You ready to let me paint your toenails?," she said in a cheerful
voice trying to keep the atmosphere light but firm in doing what had
to be done.
"Angela, this is not easy for me," he said reluctant to start.
"I know and it's not easy for me either Dexter," she said in a very
serious tone. "Put your foot up here for me," she said patting the
edge of her chair.
Angela put cotton between his toes to keep them separated. Dexter
watched as she opened the nail polish and took a firm hold of his big
toe. He turned away and stared a the wall as Angela now one by one
painted his toenails a bright crimson red.
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Sarah walked forcibly down the great hall. She was pissed at the
Queen's insistence that she dress formal and felt absolutely
ridiculous wearing a full length lavender ball gown with a huge sash
bow on the back. Her elbow length satin gloves were the the same color
as her dress and she wore 4" silver high heel sandals. Her hair piled
up on top of her head in curls, long earrings. Very inappropriate look
for a professional lawyer trying to make a serious argument on her
client's behalf.
"The damn Queen is trying to distract me, and make me even more self
conscious in her presence," she had told Clarence the day before when
told it would be formal.
Sarah carried her briefcase as she walked along side one of the
queen's administrative managers who was dressed in a nice business
blazer and skirt and explaining proper formalities for meeting and
addressing the queen, again. Sarah had been through this fifty times
or more. She had the entire thing memorized but it was something she
had to endure each time she had an audience with the queen.
Sarah took a seat on the ornate wooden bench outside the great doors
of the Queens Counsel Chambers. Sarah found them intimidating no
matter how many times she had been here before. This chamber was where
the Queen would always receive her. It was large and partially lit and
usually empty except for the Queen herself, and one or two of her
counsel that sat off to the sides. Privy to what was happening but far
enough way to not be noticed. They were the Queen's closest advisors.
The doors opened and a uniformed security man stepped out.
"The Queen will see you now," he said holding open one door to the
chamber.
Sarah quickly stood up and straightened out her skirts. The skirt was
made of chiffon and there was one full length petticoat underneath it
to give the skirt volume. She immediately walked into the chamber
trying to carry herself in as professional manner as possible. Sarah
had a determined look on her face.
Queen Jewel sat emotionless, staring at Sarah as she approached. Queen
Jewel was a beautiful young woman. She had long straight almost black
hair that she allowed to hang down to the middle of her back. The
sides were pulled back and held in place with a gold and diamond oval
clasp. She was dressed in a black riding outfit. She obviously had
another place to be right after Sarah was done presenting her case.
Sarah reached the podium where she would address the Queen from. She
looked up at the Queen and caught her stare, then respectfully lowered
her mascarraed lashes and then slightly bowed her head. Sarah pulled
the sides of her skirt out slightly and did a deep curtsy.
"Your Majesty," she said before standing back up.
"What is it this time Ms. Greer?" the Queen said softly but with
authority.
"Thank you so much for receiving me on such a short notice request. I
have a petition here on behalf of Mrs. Wilson. She has been sentenced
to public exhibition in the pillory for taxes she paid late."
"The lower courts make those decisions Ms. Greer, not me. You know
this."
"Yes ma'am, but Mrs. Wilson is a Lady of high standing in her
community. She has many political opponents and enemies I might add. I
feel her sentence was very harsh for the crime she committed and was
probably politically motivated, especially since she had paid the back
taxes with interest before a verdict was rendered."
"What is it you seek of me Ms. Greer?"
"This woman spent six hours yesterday along with nineteen others on
public display in a pillory. I feel like she has been punished enough
for her crime and request you grant her leniency and commute the rest
of her sentence."
"And what is the rest of her sentence?"
"Majesty, this loyal subject of yours still has four more public
sessions on the books she is required to fulfill. Four consecutive
Monday mornings, six hours each."
The Queen looked at the papers that Sarah had provided. She then
glanced to each of her advisors. She put her hands together in front
of her, her perfectly manicured red nails catching Sarah's eye for a
moment.
"Granted," the Queen said without emotion. "Is there anything else?"
"Yes, I am working on the case of Dexter Ferguson. The family has
asked me to represent them in this matter," Sarah said passing more
papers up for the Queen to look through. She just sat them down
without looking at them. This didn't surprise or bother Sarah as the
Queen didn't bother with such things. She had advisors.
"And what are you concerns?"
"Majesty, there has been a decree issued by you that this young man is
to have sex reassignment surgery. We are wondering why there is such a
decree?"
"I will need to review the case," the Queen said as a counsel came up
and whispered in her ear handing her a document, "Ms. Greer,
apparently public records show this Dexter Ferguson is a female, not a
male."
"What?" The Queen's statement knocked Sarah off her thought process.
"Yes. You will need to examine local records and find out where the
mistake was made. If there is a mistake." The Queen seemed unmoved.
"Public records indicate she's already a woman."
"What about your decree? You know he's not a female. You decreed he
become one. What's going on here,?" Sarah said aggravated, looking
about and her voice raised in front of the queen.
"Careful Ms. Greer. I grant you special audience and privilege in this
chamber that no other subject gets. Do not take it for granted."
Sarah bowed her head.
"Forgive me your Majesty."
"Is there anything else?"
"There is a man convicted of a brutal sexual assault on a female
school teacher. He goes before the tribunal this week to decide if he
will under go a sex change before serving his life sentence."
"I assume you don't represent this man?"
"No ma'am. The laws don't allow for legal counsel at a tribunal
sentencing."
"That is correct Ms. Greer. The tribunal will examine and determine if
the severity of the crime rates such a process. He was already
convicted and sentenced by a jury and a judge and he had a lawyer to
represent him then."
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah said becoming very tense again, "but there are
still questions in his case. The plaintiff is from a very powerful
family and I feel the verdict is already decided."
"Do you think he is innocent Sarah?" the Queen asked.
"No," Sarah said softly, " I believe he's guilty. I feel removing him
from your kingdom for life is enough. He deserves no better. But to
remove his........."
"Enough!" the Queen said holding up her hand. "These policies are
supported by over two thirds of the kingdom. These type of crimes are
down to almost nothing as a result. Do you know why? Because men don't
want to be changed into girls and have it all over the public media
before being incarserated for life. It works very well as a
deterrent."
"Two thirds of the population is female," Sarah said sarcastically.
"Ms. Greer. You argue for these men every time you see there is a
tribunal being convened. You have once again raised your voice to me.
You seem to still harbor angry feelings for me. I said I was sorry,
and granted you privilege. There will be a citation waiting for you
when you leave. You may occupy the available pillory that your client
has been excused from for your unbecoming outburst. That will be all
for today."
The Queen stood.
Sarah did one more deep curtsey. "Thank you your Majesty."
Sarah now stormed down the hallway.
"Wicked bitch," she hissed under her breath. She had never become so
emotional in the Queen's presence before and the Queen was having none
of it.
Sarah picked up the citation requiring her to report to the mall
Monday morning for her public pennance.
"She is way to involved in this Dexter's case. I can feel it. There is
something big here and I'm going to expose her for whatever it is she
wishes to hide," Sarah thought as she was now escorted out of the
building wearing her lavish ball gown.
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