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To America
A Short Story
Sequel to "From Russia" inspired by a Captioned Image
By Maryanne Peters
Jana's Story
"It's OK honey," said John, holding Jana close and stroking her long
blonde hair. "We can take steps. We can go to a fertility specialist.
It could be me - lack of sperm. I am so much older than you."
"It's not you John, it's me," she whimpered.
"You don't know that."
"I do," she said. "I know it for sure. I can never have children. You
see, John, I haven't always been a girl."
Although it was blurted out in the moment, she had to say it, and bear
the consequences. The crazy thing was, that she was terrified of losing
him, and when she felt his hands on her back freeze, she feared the
worst. He was not holding her now. His arms were still around her, but
they were not holding her. They were rigid. She could only guess what
was the look on his face - Horror? Disgust?
"What are you telling me?" His voice was deep and cold.
"I want to tell you everything," she said. "I want to tell you
everything before you judge me."
"You're not female? This is all an act? Everything?" His arms were
gone and hung by his side, but she still rested her head on his chest,
with her arms around his waist. He had no yet pushed her from him.
Still she felt as if she was miles away from her husband.
"No," she said. "However it started, I have fallen in love with you. I
fell in love with you the day we got married. The day you swore to stay
with me forever. I lied to you before then, but my vows to you were no
lie."
She still could not lift her head to look at him. He needed to do that.
As his hands rose to hold her head she wondered if they would then drop
to her throat, and squeeze the life out of her. But instead they
compelled her to look into his eyes. Hers were full of tears, but there
was the sign of tears in his eyes too.
Time stood still. They looked at one another. He saw the beautiful
Russian girl that he had married. So much more than an overweight old
widower like him could ever have dreamed of. She saw the man who had
rescued her and had given her a life that made her forget all about her
time as the spoiled wastrel James.
Time stood still.
"How can I be angry with you?" he said. "You mean everything to me. If
you told me you were a Russian spy, using me as a cover, I think I would
still love you."
She smiled through her tears. Her happiness was spared. "I'm not even
Russian," she said.
I think you do owe me an explanation," he said. "So you said you would
tell me everything, do that now."
"Kiss me first," she said.
She made a pot of tea. It was a Russian thing, but only one of a few
customs that she had adopted. The truth is that Jana only knew six
words in Russian. When she had been introduced to Russians since she
got back to America she had always said: "Here I speak only English."
Madame Gabanova had coached them in a Russian accent, but Jana had made
a point of losing that as quickly as possible. John had thought the
accent to be exotic and sexy when they first met (as Madame Gabanova
expected) but he thought his bride so clever to have picked up an
American accent so easily.
In fact it was Jana's own accent. James had been born in New Jersey,
not far from Stan's home in Brooklyn NY. Her voice was higher thanks to
the surgery, but the accent was his.
She sat next to her husband, crossing her legs as she poured out the
tea. She wore short skirts because she learned early on that John
adored her legs. They were a feature of her body that really never
belonged on a man. She kept them waxed or shaven, and moisturized.
"Kelly and I were in Moscow, as two young men," she began.
"Hang on, are you telling me that your friend Kelly is also not a
woman?" John seemed incredulous. "Are any of you Russian girls really
girls?"
"John, I am serious," Jana scolded. "I am telling you the whole story.
We are the exception. Well, there may be a few others, but I think you
can say that 95% of the most beautiful girls over here are girls. Maybe
even more. I don't know. Please listen."
"So what was her name? What was your name?"
"James. I was James. She was Michael. Now she is Michaela, or in
Russian Mikhailya. We travelled to Russia together looking for sex
workers. I know it sounds terrible. Now that I am a woman I realize
how terrible a thing it was. We were awful people. As men we did not
deserve to be, and now as men, we do not."
As she hung her head, a long lock of her blond hair fell down, and John
reached over to push it back behind her ear. He said: "Keep talking.
I'm listening."
"We heard about the brides on display. These were not sex workers, but
women genuinely looking for foreign husbands. The truth is that Russia
is a bit of shithole, so marrying your way out is a plan worth pursuing.
But we weren't looking for brides. We met the lady organizing
everything and she arranged for us to meet the girls in a couple of
rooms at the Cosmos Hotel. We didn't know it but the rooms were bugged.
I am not sure what was said but this lady, Madame Gabanova, well ... she
was not happy with us. We made pricks of ourselves but she did not let
on that she heard everything. She bought us a drink in the bar, and the
next thing we know ... we are joining the brides."
"Hang on a minute," said John. "Are you telling me that you are not
even transgender? That this was forced on you?"
"Well, I could say that," said Jana, "But I think the truth is far more
complicated. You see, something changed. I don't want to be a guy
again. I want to stay as your wife. I mean it Stan. I want you, if
you will have me."
"I don't think you have finished your story," said Stan, but there was
something in his demeanor that gave Jana hope. He was talking to her,
not the stranger he had just met, but her.
"So yes, Kelly and I had our bodies surgically altered. They did a
fantastic job, I hope you agree. I had hair extensions put in, but they
grew out ages ago. This is all my own hair. And the breasts have been
growing ever since we met, as you have noticed and I have always denied.
And my pussy is ... well, I hope that you think that it is perfect.
After all, it is made for sex and sex alone. Which is why there won't
be any child coming out of me."
"I only wanted children because I thought you wanted them," said Stan.
You know that I have four kids, and two grandchildren with more on the
way. I don't need any more children. I just wanted you to be complete.
If you wanted to be a mother I wanted to give you that."
"Honey, I would love to be a mother," said Jana. "But that can never
be. I am happy just to be your wife, and if your kids are happy with
me, to be a stepmother and step-grandmother."
"You know they all adore you," said Stan.
"They like me because I make you happy," said Jana, and with tears
forming she added, "At least I used to."
"Come here," said Stan extending an arm. Jana moved quickly to drape
her lithe body over her husband and wrap her arms around him.
"If you keep me, I promise I will be the best wife that you could ever
want," she said. She moved her hand to check that he still desired her,
despite the recent shocking news. She was pleased to feel that he did.
Mikhailya's Story
"I'm pleased that you know, Stan" said Heath. "I have to confess - it
was getting awkward. I think through the girls we have become good
friends, and I don't like keeping secrets from friends."
"It was a shock," said Stan. "But to be honest with you, it only lasted
a few seconds. I am in love with her, you see."
"We're both very lucky," said Heath, falling back into the soft chair in
Stan's luxurious home.
Stan sipped his drink, and then posed this question: "On thing that does
puzzle me is why, if they were both Americans, why does Kelly speak with
a Russian accent?"
"She knows I like it," said Heath. "She would do anything for me,
including actually learning how to speak Russian after she got back
here. Can you believe it? She studied on the internet. I thought that
she was improving her English but the whole time she was learning
Russian!"
"That's hard to come to grips with," Stan observed.
"You remember when we first met in Moscow, when you had just had your
first date with Jana and I had just met Kelly, that whispering so Jana
could translate for her friend was just an act. The fact is that Kelly
had no idea how to talk to a guy, and your Jana, I mean, she is super
confident. My Kelly is just a shy thing really. Aren't you Baby?"
Jana and Mikhailya had entered the room with a tray of food, and had
overheard the last of the conversation.
"You are silly, Heed," said Kelly. "Is just I don't know how to talk to
boys. This was new zing for me, back then. Jana was better at zis,
back then."
"You're putting this on," Stan accused.
"No, I talk like zis always now. Zis is my voice." Kelly seemed
disgruntled.
"Don't you change, Baby," said Heath. They were grinning at each other.
Their mutual adoration was clear to see.
"So when did you find out?" asked Stan.
"That she wasn't really Russian?"
"No. That she wasn't ... that she had not always been a woman."
"Soon after we got home," replied Heath. "In fact, 3 days before the
wedding."
Stan looked at Jana accusingly. She smiled. She knew that it did not
matter anymore. The last few days had been the happiest of their
marriage. There was honesty, and somehow sex seemed to be even better.
"So you had time to pull out of the wedding?"
"Both of us did," Heath said. "She was out of Russia. Sure, she had
travelled here on Russian papers, but if she went back to her old life
she could not be deported. She could have pulled out and gone back to
being an American guy. She had a choice. She chose me." He was
grinning at his wife.
Stan was trying to work this out: "So she told you that she was really a
guy, a local guy, not a foreigner, so she did not need you in order to
stay here?"
"Well, not quite," said Heath. "I only found out she was not Russian
recently, when we were discussing your wife, here. No, she told me that
she was born a boy, but that she now knew that she had always really
been a girl. That was it. I thought she was a Russian transwoman. She
said that she would understand that if I did not want her. I guess I
thought that she would just go back to Russia and I would never see her
again. It took a sleepless night for me to realize that I could not let
that happen. So, I took a little longer than you."
Kelly came over and sat on the broad arm of the easy chair Heath sat in,
putting an arm around his shoulders. She whispered loudly enough so
that they could all hear: "Thank you my Darlink. You keep me from being
sent back zere. You are my prince."
"I am the same as you, Stan," said Heath. "Sure my kids are with my ex
and are much younger than yours, but we don't need a family. Neither of
us need a girl with a womb. I just love a woman who loves being a
woman. And Kelly is twice the woman of anybody I have ever known.
Except maybe your Jana."
"You are a charmer," said Jana. "Now let me freshen your drink."
"What about your family over here?" Stan asked Kelly, as she nibbled her
husband's ear.
"I was a very bad person," she replied. "Zat person is dead now. My
parents believe zis. I sink zey are Ok wid zis. Zet have two udder
children. Zey are not so sad."
"And Jana's parents?" asked Heath. "What about them?"
"They are still getting emails from their son," said Stan. "Jana is
clearly much closer to her parents that Kelly is."
Jana returned with a fresh drink for Heath, and added, "They think that
I am travelling to world, and I am living only a few miles away from
them."
"We are talking about ... re-establishing direct contact with them,"
said Stan. "Clearly it will be a shock. Years after their son goes
overseas they discover they have a daughter, and that she is married, to
some old rich guy who is keeping her in a life of luxury."
"We will do it together," said Jana. "And we will do it soon."
"I would like to there for that," said Heath. "But for our part, nobody
knows about Kelly's past except the four of us, and that is the way I
want to keep it. My kids, my parents, my ex, she has charmed them all.
Nobody would know she is not a woman. I guess some think that Russian
girls are a bit different. In our case, they certainly are."
The End
© Maryanne Peters 2019
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