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An Opening of a Flower.
By
Samantha White
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How can a dream turn so sour in a few weeks?
Let me explain, my name is/was Thomas Burns, I am now twenty-six years
old, I weigh about one hundred and thirty pounds, and am about five
foot six inches in height, and always had slightly feminine features.
They had always been particularly useful for me as I had always loved
dressing up as a girl, when I did dress I was passable as a sixteen-
year-old girl, just. I wished so many times in my short life that I
had been born a girl, but as we know, dreams seldom come true.
All of this was fine while I was single, I mean at home no one ever
knew my secret, and I was extremely careful when I dressed and where I
hid my clothes. My mother Freda, and my father George had no idea at
all what I got up to, so, I was very fortunate there.
I think because my father was a straight up Yorkshire man and he
worked all his life in the pit's, everything to him was black or
white, and my mother was of the attitude,' A man goes to work for his
family, and a woman stays at home and looks after the man, the house
and the children.' I think they would have most probably slaughtered
me at the least, had they known what I was doing and what I really
wanted in life. That was to be a girl.
Then it happened, I fell in love.
I fell in love with this beautiful girl called Sarah, she was a
stunning girl, the same age as me, but her blue eyes just bedazzled me
right from the start. We dated for nearly a year, then decided to get
married, her father was quite well off and as a wedding gift bought us
a small two bedroomed house, but he kept the deeds in Sarah's name.
Everything was going well, and we had decided that for a few years we
would not have children but would carry on with our careers. My wife
Sarah was a qualified Head Teacher, and I was a bookkeeper in a large
firm in town. We were quite happy for about a year or so.
Then I started to get depressed, I have no idea what about, but my
moods began to change, I became snappy, aggressive, and argumentative.
I would snap at the least thing. If I did something wrong it was
everybody else's fault, never mine.
To try to cope I went back to dressing up, it did calm me down quite a
lot, and I felt more satisfied with myself, plus Sarah and I got back
on track.
I was careful about when to dress and where to hide my clothes as I
did at home. But you can never plan for the unexpected, and I was
careful but not careful enough. Sarah was supposed to be away for the
day at a teachers conference, so I took that opportunity to change
into my other clothes for a few hours.
I put on my light blue slightly padded bra, which had lace all
around, a pair of matching panties, again they had dark blue lace all
around them, my matching suspender belt, and clear sheer seamed
stockings, then my white half-slip petticoat, and my fawn short
sleeved knee length dress, and my four-inch fawn high heels, with
ankle straps.
Then I did my face using, a little concealer, some light foundation, a
little blusher to high light my cheekbones, then some light brown and
white eyeshadow to make my eyes look larger, some black mascara, then
a little eyebrow pencil to shape my brows, so they looked more
feminine, then last of all a bold light red lipstick.
I had longish hair, so that was tied back into a ponytail with a
matching fawn ribbon, a pair of clip-on hooped earrings, a few
bracelets and a fawn choker, finished how I wanted to look at that
time.
I never painted my nails, even though I would have loved to, just in
case I left some on my fingers and Sarah saw it.
I had been dressed for about one and a half hours when the inevitable
happened. The door opened as I was in the kitchen making myself a cup
of tea, it was Sarah. I turned around still holding the pot of tea, a
look of shock on my face.
She looked at me, her mouth was agape and her eyes opened fully, she
dropped her bags and let go with total volume. "What the fuck are you
doing? Why are you dressed like that? What are you some kind of
pervert? How long has this been going on? Who else knows? Have I
married some kind of pervert or what?"
"Well answer me then."
I tried to explain to her; my explanation lasted the whole of two
minutes before she started screaming again, "Do you want to be a
fucking girl then, because you're not much of a man, are you, all
dressed up in your pretty, pretties. You make me sick just looking at
you, have you got any more clothes like that?
I just nodded. "Right, then you pansy, go and get them all and put
them in a suitcase and bring them down here now."
I said, "I'll go up and change as well." "No, you fucking won't," she
shouted.
I went upstairs and got the rest of my clothes together. I thought
Sarah was going to make me throw them out. I packed them into a
suitcase with all my other stuff, makeup etc. and went downstairs. She
was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for me, her face was as red as
a beetroot, and the look on her face, I thought of what a devil must
look like.
I tried again to explain to her, but I didn't last a second. Still
shouting she said, "That's it if you want to dress like a fucking
girl, then you can do it somewhere else, you fucking pervert. Now get
out of my house this instant, or I will call the police. And I'm going
to tell everybody around here about your dirty little secret, and then
you will never be able to show your face around here again."
I tried to say, "But Sarah, I can't go out dressed like this, and I'm
so sorry you found me like this." That was as far as I got, she threw
her purse at me and said, "Go and find yourself a fucking man to look
after you, there are about forty pounds in that purse, now fuck off
and never come back."
Then she slammed the door in my face, and I heard the bolts being
drawn across.
I left the garden and sat on a bench in the park, and I was crying,
when a man came to me and asked if I was all right, I said, "Yes,
Thank you, just home trouble." "Well if there is anything I can do,
just give me a shout," he said. Again, I thanked him, and he left.
Sitting there I thought to myself what the hell am I going to do now?
I sat there for a few hours until it got dark, I didn't want anybody
to recognise me.
Then I made a decision that would change my life forever. I would go
to London and lose myself there, and I would become one of the
invisible ones, I would disappear. I didn't care at all.
I slowly walked to the train station, tears still in my eyes. I drew
out and opened my purse and asked the ticket collector. "How much is a
one-way ticket to London?"
"It's twenty-seven pounds, Miss."
I replied, "Thank you, just one please." He gave me the ticket and my
change which I put back into my purse. I sauntered to the platform and
found a seat far away from everybody else, to await the train,
wondering what was to become of me?
As the train pulled in I got into a carriage that was almost empty, no
one looked up at me or even noticed me. I thought that's it. I am
invisible already.
We reached Victoria station after about three hours, I got off the
train and sat in one of the station benches and cried again.
I sobbed for about twenty minutes when a middle-aged lady came over
and sat beside me, she said, "Can it really be as bad as that, my
dear?"
Still giving the odd sob, I replied, "Yes it can, and it is."
"You know it can be dangerous for a young girl like you to be upset
and alone here, don't you." I just nodded. She moved closer to me and
put her arm around me. I rested my head on her shoulder and sobbed.
"Do you have anyone I can call for you at all my dear?"
I sobbed. "No, I have no one. I'm alone."
"Well, you can't stay here all night. I have a spare bedroom where you
can stay for a couple of nights until we can get you sorted out, that
is if you would like. By the way, my name is Isabel. I'm always here
at the station looking for girls in trouble, and I try to give them a
bed for a night or two, to make sure they're safe from the sharks who
prey on girls like you. I don't live far away, and I have a car, would
you like to stay with me for a few nights? There's only my cat
Tinkerbell and me, and you're welcome. Also, it will be a lot safer
for you too."
I had no idea why she was showing me so much kindness, but I badly
needed someone, so I accepted it gratefully.
She held my arm and led me to her car, I got in and put my seat belt
on, and we drove off.
We arrived at her detached house and drove up to her front door, as
she opened it a black and white cat came purring out from inside. She
looked at me and said, "This is Tinkerbell, say hello to our new
friend Tinkerbell." The cat purred and rubbed itself on my legs. "Well
he likes you." There was a pause, I realised that I had never told her
my name, I was not sure what to do, and went very red in the face.
"Don't worry my dear," she said, "I know you're really a young man
underneath your clothes, so what should I call you?"
I went even redder than I was, I started to stammer. "Thomas."
"No," she said, "your girl name. I can't call you a boy's name if
you're looking like a girl, can I silly."
Very quietly I said, "Lynda."
"Right Lynda," she said, "Let's go in and have a cup of tea, then you
can have a good shower, then a nice comfy bed. We can talk more about
your predicament in the morning after you have had a good night's
sleep."
I said, "Thank you so much, Isabell, I think I owe you my life, you're
an angel."
Isabell ran a shower for me and told me when it was all ready, I
finished drinking my tea and went upstairs to the shower room. While
I was showering, she came in and collected my clothes.
The shower felt so good, as the water ran down my body, cleaning all
the dirt I felt I had on me.
Isabell called out, "Lynda your nightclothes are on your bed, when you
have finished come on down, and I will have a snack ready for us, is
that all right dear?"
I replied, "Thank you Isabell, you're so good to me, I don't know how
I will ever repay your kindness."
She answered back laughing, "Don't worry, I'm sure I will think of
something."
I dried myself and brushed my hair into a ponytail holding it with
some bands I found.
Then I went back into my bedroom with a towel wrapped around me, to
find a long white nighty with flowers on and a pair of white panties
laid out on the bed for me. Gratefully I slipped them on, and took the
pink flowery dressing gown from the door and put it on as well, then I
noticed a pair of fluffy slippers by the bed, so I slipped them on and
went downstairs, where Isabell was waiting with some more tea and a
slice of cake for me.
As I sat down, everything felt so surreal to me. Eight hours ago, I
had been in my home very happy and normal, now I was in a stranger's
house dressed and answering as a girl.
Isabell and I started talking as we were drinking our tea, she said,
"Lynda, please don't think I'm being intrusive, if I am, I'm sorry.
But what happened to you to be in the position you're in?"
I told her the whole story, from dressing up as a girl when I was very
young to wanting to become a girl, up to my wife finding out and
kicking me out with the clothes I was wearing and all of the other
girly stuff I had.
Then taking a one-way ticket to London. "What were you going to do
once you got here then?" she asked.
Looking at her with a tear coming to my eye, I said, "I had no idea, I
just had to go away as far as possible, I knew that my wife would
spread what she had walked in on everywhere, so there would be no
escape from it for me."
"Well you're safe now Lynda, so, off you go to bed my dear, and we
will talk more in the morning." She gave me a hug and a kiss on the
cheek, then I turned and went to bed.
It was a tough night for me, I dreamt so many bad things, when all of
a sudden, I heard a voice calling me saying, "Lynda, it's time to get
up, come on sleepy head." As I opened my eyes, I saw Isabell standing
by my bed holding a cup of tea for me. I raised myself up further in
my bed, took the tea and said, "Thank you, Isabell."
"I won't ask how you slept," she said, "but today is a new day for
you.
"So, drink your tea, have a shower, get dressed and come downstairs."
I looked at her and said in a low, quiet voice, "I've got no male
clothes Isabell."
"I should hope not," she said, "girls shouldn't wear men's clothes
anyway, so, hurry up now, and I will see you downstairs."
After she had left, I got up and showered, and opened my suitcase.
They were now all of the possessions I owned.
I took out a clean pair of white panties with a pink lacing all around
them, a matching padded bra and matching suspender belt and a pair of
sheer seamed stockings. I had picked up from an early age from my
mother that all underwear should be matching, my black half-slip
petticoat, my cream blouse with a dragon pattern going from top to
bottom on the left-hand side, and a loose but shaped blue skirt.
I went over to the mirror and put some makeup on, just a touch,
brushed my hair back into a high ponytail which I tied back with a
blue ribbon, then I put my clip-on earrings on, a thin matching
necklace, a dab of perfume, and my shoes.
Looking in the mirror I was quite pleased with how I looked. Then I
suddenly realised I wasn't at home now. I had to go downstairs like
this, fully dressed as a woman and speak to a real person. I seemed to
have forgotten all that I had done since leaving home, and it was an
extraordinary but pleasurable feeling to do this as if it was
normality.
Isabell said how pretty I looked, I blushed.
We sat on the sofa and talked, we must have talked for hours, mostly
about me, and also what she did. It appears that she went around the
stations looking for any girls in distress and showed them the
kindness she had shown me, trying to make them safe from predators, as
she called them. I asked her, "How long have you been doing this for?"
She replied, "About four years now." I was amazed that there were
still some caring people around.
The subject got back to me, Isabell asked, "What are you going to do
now then? Have you thought about a job, or where you might live?"
My mind went into a whirl, looking at the floor I said, "I haven't
thought any of this through have I."
She just looked at me with one of those expressions that said, "No you
haven't."
I stayed with Isabell for the next few days, and this gave me some
thinking time. I helped pay my way by keeping the house clean and
doing some cooking for her. She was amazed that I could cook so well,
and jokingly said, "You know Lynda, you will make someone an excellent
wife someday." We laughed together, but deep down inside my body
trembled.
The days turned into weeks, we both now went to the train stations
together, trying to help other girls, who may be in trouble. We
managed to get a few to phone home, and a few to come with us, and
then to get them into a refuge centre for woman.
I became very confident with the time I spent with Isabell, I now
found myself thinking and acting like a normal girl would.
It was one morning at breakfast that Isabell let slip that money was
becoming tight, being honest I had not given that side of things much
thought.
I was going to the shops a few days later when I saw an advert for a
waitress in a local tea shop. I said to myself, "I can do that." Then
steeling myself up, I went in and applied. The woman who owned it was
named Janet, she asked me my name, I tried to think of a popular name,
so I said it was Lynda Brown. Then she asked about my past
experiences, serving, mixing with people and the general things that
went with the job. Then she asked me about my earlier life.
I didn't lie too much, and I put the things that I told her but with a
different slant on them. I said that I had been married and that
another woman was involved, I had been thrown out of the house, just
with my clothes and forty pounds, and had nowhere or no one to go to,
so I ended up here in London. Then I met Isabell.
She said, "You poor girl, isn't there anything you can do?"
I replied, "No, it was his house, and I don't ever want to look back
now, only forward." I sighed and said, "I haven't even got a National
Insurance number yet."
"Never mind that, we can always work around such things, now when
would you like to start?"
With a big smile on my face, I asked, "As soon as possible please,
Mrs?"
She said, "Please call me Jane, Lynda."
I couldn't wait to get home and tell Isabell what I had done.
When I told her, and then said, "It means that I can pay my way with
you now so you won't have to struggle so much, and I can pay you back
some of the money you have spent on me." She gave me a great big hug
and with tears in her eyes, said, "Thank you Lynda."
I said, "No, thank you Isabell, my friend and saviour." Then we both
cried.
"You're a natural at the job." Jane said, "All the customers like you,
they say you always have a smile on your face for them."
I replied by saying, "I just love doing the job Jane."
I had been there about nine weeks, when Isabell asked me, "Lynda, I'm
sorry to have to bring this up, but you can't stay permanently as you
are. I mean you're neither a man or a girl, and you can't get a
driving licence as Lynda, or a birth certificate, or even a National
Insurance Number in that name."
I had been so happy in my work and new life, that I hadn't even given
that a thought. I looked at Isabell and said in a bit of a panicky
voice, "What shall I do Isabell?" My voice was starting to shake.
She gave it some thought then said, "I think the best thing you can do
is register with a doctor, ask for my one, Doctor Hinds, he is really
lovely. Then explain to him everything, don't leave anything out, he
will refer you to someone who deals with this.
"Make an appointment for next week, and I will come with you if you
would like."
I said, "Yes please Isabell, I want all the help I can get, as well as
someone to hold my hand."
She just laughed, saying, "Of course I will Lynda."
The days dragged on, until the following Wednesday when I had my
appointment. As she promised Isabell came with me, we went into the
Doctors where I explained everything to him, about how I felt when I
was young, my wife throwing me out, coming to London, and meeting
Isabell, and getting a job at the local tea rooms.
He listened intently to what I was saying and was writing down notes
after notes.
Afterwards, he asked me, "Lynda, are you definitely sure you want to
transgender? Remember it is irreversible."
I looked at him straight in the eyes and said, "Doctor if you could do
it now, I would say yes please."
He smiled and said, "Unfortunately that's something I can't do for
you. But I can start you on a regime of different hormones, which will
have some strong effects on you quite fast. They have not been
released to us for very long, and you will be the first patient from
me to start taking them. So, I will need to see you every week, so
that we can assess how they are affecting you."
I thanked the Doctor and smiling I left to go to the chemist to
collect my prescription. The joy I felt, the realisation that it had
begun, at last, I almost started skipping along the road like a five-
year-old
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It was four months now since I had begun to take my new pills, the
journey sometimes was quite rough. I felt sick quite a bit, my legs
chest and bottom area kept getting very sore, and I kept getting
cramps a lot, my appetite increased but my weight did not.
What I did notice was that my legs did have more shape to them and my
breasts were starting to bud, like a thirteen-year-old, and my hips
were filling out more. Also, my face was a lot smoother than it had
ever been, my hands and body were softer, and the little sharpness I
had on my face was becoming rounder. My body was beginning to feel
more sensitive to things, it was if I had peeled a layer of skin away,
I could feel the wind brushing tenderly against me, my clothes felt
like silk sliding gently over my skin as I moved, my body felt so
sensuous to everything.
The worst downside of it all was my emotions, they were like a ball on
a long spring, up one moment, down the next, happy one moment, crying
the next. That was the hardest part of all.
I still carried on working in the tea shop and helping Isabell go
around the stations, sometimes I found it quite difficult, but then I
thought of the end result, and that kept me going on.
At a year my breasts had developed into a thirty-six 'C' cup. The
doctor, Doctor Hinds that is, was astounded by my accelerated growth
with these new hormone pills. He said, "I have never seen such a
change in a person physically than I have in you Lynda, how does it
feel to you, for your body to change so significantly in such a short
time?"
I looked at him and smiled saying, "Doctor Hinds it feels wonderful. I
wish I had done it years ago now."
He smiled back and said, "Well I have a bit of exciting news for you
Lynda. Because you are one of the first people to have tried these new
pills, and the significant changes they have made to your body. The
consultant and Mr Latimer, an accomplished surgeon, have asked if you
would like to have the final changes done to your body in the next two
months. That is a Tracheal shaving. Facial cosmetic surgery
(rhinoplasty, cheekbone sculpting, jaw and brow reshaping) if needed.
and Vaginoplasty.
The Surgeons and Consultants are willing to waive their fee's if you
are willing to have the whole process documented and filmed.
I thought I had won two lottery's at once, without hesitation I signed
the numerous forms I was given, and then almost ran home to tell
Isabell about the news.
When I told her, we both cried on each other's shoulders hugging each
other as we did.
I carried on with my job at the tea shop and helping Isabell with her
nightly vigil at the railway stations until my time was near. By then
my breasts had settled down to a thirty-six 'D' cup, my whole figure
had now reshaped itself into that of a curvaceous womanly figure, my
skin and complexion were smooth and supple, I could not have wished
for more.
It was three days before I went into the hospital for my final changes
into womanhood, I was serving at the teashop when one of our regular
men came in, he was about twenty-six, tall, with a lovely smile on his
face. He asked me in a very nervous way, with his face reddening,
"Lynda, do you have a boyfriend at all?"
I replied smiling at him, but in a small state of shock, "No, I
haven't had time for anybody yet."
"Well, when you do would you like to come out with me, say for a
drink?" Talk about being taken aback, with everything going on, I
never dreamt about any boy asking me out.
So, what was my reply? "I would love to Jim, but it won't be for a few
weeks yet. I have a lot to do at the moment."
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