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Career Day
"My daddy is prettier than your daddy!"
Eight-year-old Billy Tayler stood in front of the classroom, his tiny
voice growing larger by the moment. He was waring a short blue tie and a
white shirt. The adults and children in attendance laughed gently at his
opening line.
Billy looked at the faces in the crowd, and he continued, just the way
his mother and he had rehearsed.
It was Career Day at Reagan Elementary School. You know the kind of day.
The adults come to talk the children, but the children's speeches were
the best part as they talked about their parents.
"Officer Andrews is a very brave man, for instance. But can he dance in
high heels?"
The was laughter.
"Mr. Johanssen, on the other hand, is one of the best lawyers in town.
But how does he look in an evening gown?
The laugher grew.
"And Mr. Edison. You can fly a plane from here to Chicago. But can you
put eyeliner on in a moving car?"
He had the crowd now. They were laughing out loud, slapping each other
on the shoulders. Mrs. Roosevelt, the teacher, stood near Billy and
smiled.
"My daddy," he looked to the back of the room toward Annie Taylor, "is a
sissy. And it's cool. Now, some of you might not like him, and others
might not understand him. But he's the best daddy ever. He cooks, and he
cleans, and he helps me with my homework. Sometimes, he plays video
games with me."
Annie smiled at her son, a mini-speechmaker in the front of the room.
She was in a folding chair in the back of the room, with a vacant seats
on either side. A policeman had sat beside of her for a while, but a
friend of his had called him over and whispered to him. And the
policeman had moved to another seat closer to the front.
She was used to it by now. Some vanillas didn't want to be around her.
When she was new to sissihood, it bothered her. She was ashamed for the
straights to look at her and judge. But over the years -- almost seven
years now -- she had steeled herself. This is who she was. This is what
she was.
For all that she had given up of her manhood, her father's love was not
part. Billy was her baby, he and Junie.
"My daddy hasn't always been a sissy," Billy was saying. "And I haven't
always known about her meta...meta...metamorphosis. I didn't find out
about it until I was six. My sister Junie and I came down to breakfast
one day, and there was this woman there. It turned out to be Daddy in a
dress. It was a surprise, let me tell you. But now, she's just ...
daddy."
Annie remembered the day well. It was the hardest day of her life.
She and Lauren liked to play in those days. They had gone to fetish
clubs, and they toyed some with bondage, and then Lauren was a mistress.
One day, Lauren bought a pink dress for Annie -- Arnie in those days --
and that was that.
She remembered how different the clothes felt. Soft and smooth, the way
the hems ticked her thighs, the way the hose rubbed together. She
remembered learning to do makeup. She remembered Lauren taking the
dominant role in their relationship. She remembered her chastity cage
and how it drove her up a wall.
And it worked for them both. Annie loved being in bras and panties.
Lauren loved being in charge and having Annie be the domestic. They
played at bondage. They played at threesomes. They played with toys.
When it was the two of them, it was magical.
They were a runaway train. They were an avalanche. They were a force of
nature that could not be stopped. They had two small children at home,
but at least once a week, they went to the club. Rawhides. Then Annie
started dressing at home, and doing the chores. She began a full-time
submissive.
She grew used to going to the salon, used to shopping for cosmetics,
used to her breasts growing because of pills.
Then, two years ago, Lauren said she was tired of sneaking around
corners and making sure no one was watching.
"Do you want me to give up Annie?" he remembered asking.
"No. I want you to give up Arnie," Lauren had said.
Maybe they should have talked to the kids about it first. Maybe they
should have shown them pictures. Instead, Lauren's idea was to act like
it was no big deal. The two came down for breakfast, and there Annie
was. Her maid's dress as blue with white piping, she remembered. She was
wearing makeup. She had on her breast forms -- in those days, she needed
them -- underneath the dress.
Lauren explained to the kids there would be no difference in their
lives. But there was. Arnie had been a workaholic, and usually, the kids
were in bed by the time he got home. But Annie quit her job, and she was
there all of the time. She talked about dresses to Junie. She talked
about baseball to Billy.
Remember all of those TV shows from the 60s where an outside woman
raised the kids? Hazel? The Brady Bunch? It was like that. It didn't
matter to the kids that she wore makeup. It didn't matter she was in
dresses.
She was Mom 2.0. But her kids called her daddy. She insisted upon it.
The extended family had been more of a test. Her mother could not
understand why she had to be in dresses. She didn't understand why Laura
was still with her. Lauren's mother referred to Annie as "the queer" as
a matter of preference. But there were grandchildren. For them, Annie
could endure any hostility.
The kids? The kids barely noticed. Her dress was the center of attention
for two minutes, and the kids were arguing over who got to be Batman for
the day. Kids are Teflon. Nothing affects them.
And so she sat, in her black maid's dress, in the back of the room.
Around her, policemen wore their dress blues and doctors wore their
scrubs and soldiers wore their uniforms. She wore a maid's dress. Of
course she did.
A woman sat next to her and smiled. She waited for her to move, to get
called away by her friends, but it didn't happen. At one point, the
woman leaned over and whispered. "I'm Kerri. You have a great kid." And
that was it. Simple kindness. Annie smiled at her.
Soon, a medium-built black man in glasses sat on the other side of her.
Luke. He kissed her on the cheek. "Hey, baby," he said. "I'm sorry I'm
late. Things got busy at the shop."
She smiled. She was married to Lauren, but at Lauren's encouragement,
she had been dating Luke for a year. She put her hand in his. It
felt...strong.
As for Lauren, they rarely had sex anymore. Every now and then, Lauren
would ask her to lick her for old time's sake, and she would. But it
wasn't the same. They were sister-wives now (she borrowed the phrase
from polygamists). They might talk about clothes or shoes or music, but
they both had men now.
Why was she a sissy? Circumstance, for one thing. If they hadn't found
their new life at Rawhide. DNA, for another. She was never a large man,
never strong or forceful. Love, for another. Every time Annie needed a
push, Lauren was there to give it to her. Inclination. Annie believed
that she would have eventually ended up in a dress. It was fate.
"Last year, my daddy was in a beauty contest," Billy said. "And she won.
She wore a pretty red dress, and she sang Girls Just Want to Have Fun.
And the judges all loved her. Mr. Rivers came over to our house three
straight nights, he liked her so much. I thought he was going to marry
daddy for a while, but daddy is already married to mommy. And she has
Uncle Luke."
And she has her children. Annie looked at Billy and smiled. She wasn't
as embarrassed as Lauren thought she would be. It was Lauren who
insisted she wear the maid's dress to career day, who insisted that Luke
join her, who insisted that Billy tell so much of her story.
Yes, she had won a beauty contest, one for sissies and other submissive
at the Rawhide. Tom Rivers had promised her his vote if she had sex with
him. But for three straight nights, she told him no. She liked sex, but
being a sissy didn't make you a whore.
As she sat, she thought about her journey. This wasn't a kink. This was
life. She remembered that first night in a dress, the awkwardness, the
excitement. She remembered walking in heels and stumbing. She remember
the way her shaved legs felt in the stockings. She remembered the thrill
as she looked into the mirror.
She smiled. For some sissies, seduction is a long journey, a struggle
against what was expected of you. Not for her. She loved the clothes
from the start. It took a while to get used to Lauren being in charge,
but that fit her nature, too. At first, she dressed once, maybe twice a
week. But the more she was into dresses, the more she liked them. Long
after the initial sexual rush -- when she would get erect simply by
putting on a pair of panties -- the clothes seemed to fit her soul. Going
to dinner, going to movies, was not right unless she was dressed. One
day Lauren referred to her as transexual; she did not argue.
For the most part, the fetish bars were long in the past. Now, she had
her children, and they accepted her. They bought her earrings and bras
for Christmas. It was better this way. It was better riding in the back
of the van, dressed, as they family went to pee-wee baseball games.
"...There's my Uncle Luke," Billy was saying. He grinned at Luke. "He's
my daddy's boyfriend. My mommy has one, too. Jason. So Junie and I have
a lots of parents. It's cool on your birthdays and at Christmas. The way
I understand it, Uncle Luke met daddy at club. They kiss a lot, but he's
cool. He can really throw a football."
Annie smiled. Billy couldn't know they met at Jorgensen's, a transgender
bar on the river. Luke liked T-girls. He always had. And they liked him
back. He was gentle, and he was manly, and he held their hands without
shame.
Lauren had taken a lover a few months earlier. It's funny. Being a sissy
is a trap. As a sissy moves toward being a female, the drugs take away
the maleness. They no longer had sex is a normal way. Annie would lick
Lauren, and Lauren would peg her. But she missed sex with a guy. One
day, she simply told Annie that she needed a man. And she got one. No
fuss, no muss. Jason was sweet, and he was good for Lauren. They could
go to PTA meetings together while Annie watched the kids.
Then came Luke. They had sex that first night. She had never gone down
on a man, but with Luke, she couldn't say no. She took him into her
mouth, and it completed her. He mounted her from the rear, and she was
happy. Lauren had set it all up. Lauren aways did. But she had Jason,
and she wanted Annie to have someone. It didn't feel sleazy. It felt ...
perfect.
"... And that's my daddy," Billy was saying. "You should see her in a
dress. She's gorgeous. So is mommy. She's smart, she's funny, she's
pretty. And mommy says she's the bravest person she's ever known. When I
grow up, I want to be just like her."
Then Billy was holding his hands toward her, and there was a smattering
of applauses. Annie rose, and she made her way up the narrow aisle as
everyone stared.
"Hi," she began. "I can't believe I'm here today. There were days I
couldn't have stood up here in front of all of you nice people. But the
world moves on, and we all adjust to the people around us. I know some
of you have never been around a sissy or any other transgendered woman.
But we're just like you. We cry tears and we bleed and we hurt when
people call us names.
"I'm here because of Billy, because of my darling, sweet boy. Never, not
for one day, has he ever judged me or my life. Others have, but I don't
blame them. I'm different, and we fear differences. Heck, there are days
I still don't understand how I got here.
"But everyone in a dress isn't a deviant. Let me assure you of that. I
read to my kids every night. I talk to them. I hold their hands as we
cross the street. I have every prayer and every dream for my kids that
you do. I want to protect them just as fiercely.
"Today, maybe we can all learn a little about each other. We can be
kind. We can smile. Because if a little boy named Billy can love with
such purity, who are we to do so?
"Thank you for listening. I don't have an exciting job, and I don't have
great insights. Just love. That's all."
And Annie walked back to her seat as the applause began.
She was Annie, and she was a proud father.
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