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ELLIANA! By Olivia Evans Our story begins, oddly enough, at the end of the story. The opening scene is in a large theater filled with "A" list actors and actress. Also, in the theater are family members of the stars, and in some cases, the star's entourage of "beautiful" people. Most of the Awards have already been given out. Only three remain, the Best Actress in a Leading Role, Best Actor in a Leading Role and the award that is most eagerly awaited, the Best Picture. -0-0-0- The Master of Ceremony, a young woman dressed in an elegant gown, was waiting for the signal to start. The tinny voice in her ear piece began the countdown. "Three, two, one,..... we're live!" "Welcome back to the 110th Independent Film Producers Guild Awards. Our next award is for Best Actress in a Leading Role. The nominees have all been named, and you have been shown a brief clip of their performances, so without further ado, I'll open the envelope: The Winner is.... Leigh Wilson!" Female off screen announcer: "Ms. Wilson has been nominated three times for Best Actress in a Leading Role. This is her first win. Ms. Wilson's gown is by 'Cynthia' and her jewelry, reportedly worth nearly a half million dollars, is 'Jewels by Fred'." A tall, attractive woman in her late-40's stands to thunderous applause. Her win obviously has the approval of the audience, as well as the other nominees. She walked briskly to the stage and up the three steps to the stage microphone. The presenter grins widely as Leigh accepts the award, a miniature gold-plated copy of Rodin's "The Thinker" sitting on a stack of film canisters. Leigh takes a brief second to catch her breath and to admire the award. Smiling, she waits a moment as the presenter adjusts the microphone a little higher, for even in low heels, Leigh is about three inches taller than the presenter. She begins speaking in her trademark husky, yet feminine voice. "Wow, how about that! I am extremely honored, not only just to have been nominated, but to have actually been selected for this award..." She paused, shaking her head slightly as she admired the award again. Her smile faded, and she lowered it to her side. "As much as I am honored, I do not deserve recognition for Best Actress in a Leading Role. Give it to whoever received the next highest number of votes." She motions to one of the presenters to take the award. The audience emits a stunned gasp as she relinquishes the award. "Please let me explain, and then you will see why I cannot and will not accept this. But before I give you the explanation, I'd like to introduce my family who has supported me throughout my career. This is as much their story as it is mine." Looking toward the seating area she had just vacated; she motions to four individuals to join her on the stage The first to join Ms. Wilson is a woman tastefully dressed in a man- tailored tuxedo with a red carnation in her lapel. Standing next to Ms. Wilson, she is nearly as tall as Ms. Wilson and appears to be slightly younger. Unlike the actress, she is smiling broadly. Next to arrive are two tall, very attractive twin girls in their mid- teens. Blonde like the woman in the tuxedo, they are obviously related to her. The last person up is a handsome young man about twenty wearing a tuxedo with a white carnation in his lapel. He is well built, obviously someone who takes care of himself. He is wearing a short beard and mustache, which adds to his rugged handsomeness. He also appears to be related to the woman in the tuxedo although he is slightly shorter than her. Female off screen announcer: "Standing next to Ms. Wilson is her long- time business partner and manager Ms. Nikki Williamson. The twin girls and the young man are Ms. William's children by a previous marriage." Leigh Wilson looks around at the group around her, nods and receiving encouraging smiles, turns and faces the audience. "In order to understand why I cannot accept this award, it's necessary to tell you a little story about a struggling actor named Terry Allen. Married for just under two years, he was desperate to prove himself as an actor. Fortunately, he had a strong supporter in his wife." Leigh glances at the woman in the tuxedo, smiles warmly as a silent message passes between them, then continues. "After years of struggling, Terry finally got the big break he'd been working for. He was working as an extra, a spear carrying 'medieval soldier' in an off- Broadway Shakespearian production at the time. The play had run almost a year, and while the money wasn't great, it paid the bills... mostly. Like most struggling actors, Terry went to every audition he could, even for those parts he knew he could never get. The story was usually the same, 'you're too young, or too old, or you're too skinny, we're looking for a bodybuilder type. Or the cruelest excuse of them all, "you're too pretty for the male part'!" -0-0-0- TWENTY-FIVE YEARS EARLIER Terry was exhausted, the wrap party held after the last performance of the Shakespearian play had started after the last curtain call and lasted almost to Noon. Terry had snuck out around 10 AM to go around the block for an audition for a part in a play that was scheduled to open 6 months later. He didn't know what it was about or even what the title would be. All he knew or cared about, was that it was a potential role. In spite of his enthusiasm, he wasn't sure that they would even let him in the door. He'd heard that they were looking for "clean cut" actors for the production. Still wearing the beard and long hair he'd grown for the spear carrying extra, he hurried to the theater. His studio stills would have to do to prove he was "clean cut" in spite of his current appearance. -0-0-0- It was nearly 8 hours after he had left the wrap party when he returned to the small apartment he shared with his wife Nikki. Nikki was home from her job at her grandfather's law office before Terry arrived. Nikki was becoming worried; Terry was usually home long before she was. She was relieved when the door opened and Terry came into their apartment. "I got a part in the new play!" Terry announced excitedly as Nikki greeted him at the door. "You did? That's wonderful!" Nikki exclaimed as she threw her arms around her husband's neck. She recoiled slightly at the strong smell of liquor on his breath. "What is it?" Terry looked a little embarrassed. "Uh, I'm not sure. "You're not sure?" Terry shook his head, sending his long, shoulder length hair flying. "It was the strangest audition I've ever been to. I read two lines of dialog, and then just sat while they studied my stills. We had a bunch of drinks and, the producer, at least I think it was the producer, told me that I was hired, and had me sign a contract." Nikki stepped back and studied her husband for a second. "You signed a contract? Without me there to go over it first? Did you even read it?" He shook his head. "You know I don't drink much, by the time the contract was placed in front of me, I was pretty well looped. I just signed where they indicated." "I'd say you're still looped! How did you even get home like this?" "I think it was in the producer's limo." Terry looked slightly bewildered. "I'm not really sure. I think my car is still at the theater." "I'd better take a look at the contract while you drink a lot of coffee to sober up." Nikki sighed. "Hopefully they didn't screw you too badly." Terry dug the rather wrinkled document out of his jacket pocket. Nikki took it, sat down at the kitchen table and began going through the contract carefully line by line. About half way through she looked up at her husband in disbelief. "According to this you don't have just a part, you've got the LEAD! And, they're going to pay you a thousand a week during rehearsals, and three thousand per performance when the play opens." Nikki read a little further. "Wow, they're even offering you full medical and dental coverage. If I'm reading this correctly it will continue for a full year after the play closes." Terry looked up in astonishment. "The lead! I don't even know the name of the play!" His wife glanced at the contract again. "It's..... oookay....." The last word was drawn out in a stunned tone of voice, "Well, what is it?" "You're not going to believe this! The name of the play is... May I have a drum roll please?" "Very funny, what's the name?" "ELLIANA!" "Elliana? That's the name of the play? Who do I play?" "It's whom dear. I just told you, you have the lead, you're going to be Elliana," Nikki giggled. "A girl?" Terry looked stunned. "Well, it's not just any girl, or woman in this case. If this is the Elliana I think it is... Well, let's just say, it's going to be an interesting role for you." "Okay, I'll bite, whom do you think it is?" "I think that it's Elliana Whitestone." "That name's familiar, who is she?" "She was a transgendered woman, who just happened to be the Governor for the State of...." Nikki's explanation was interrupted by the doorbell. Terry went to the door where a messenger was waiting with a large manila envelope about three inches thick. He signed for it, gave the man a tip and returned to the kitchen. He sat down and opened the envelope. "What is it?" "It's a draft copy of the script and a trade publication paperback of Elliana Whitestone's biography." Terry hefted the paperback. "About 300 pages worth of biography I'd guess." "Terry, why don't you go to bed? You look exhausted. I'll look over the script and start on the biography." -0-0-0- Nikki was sill reading the biography five hours later when Terry emerged from the bedroom, yawning. "Still at it?" He asked, scratching his rear through his underwear. "I think I need a couple of aspirins. Is there anything to eat? I'm starving." Nikki glanced up and nodded toward the small kitchen. "Aspirins are in the cupboard near the sink. You'll have to warm up some left overs, dear. I got so engrossed in the bio that I didn't fix anything." Wordlessly, Terry headed toward the kitchen, while Nikki resumed reading. Twenty minutes later, Terry returned to the living room with two ham and cheese sandwiches on paper plates and a couple bottles of beer. He gave Nikki one of the sandwiches and a bottle of beer. Nikki sighed and put the book down. "Thank you! I was getting hungry myself." "Must be interesting for you to forget to eat," Terry chuckled. "It is one of the most fascinating stories I've ever read. I learned things about Elliana that I didn't know." "And the script? Did you get a chance to read it as well?" "I did. I'm not a professional critic, but my first impression is that it's a terrific play. From what I've read of the bio so far, it's very close to reality. The play covers the period between when she had her sex change surgery and the end of her first term in office." Nikki looked up at her husband. "We're going to have a lot of fun with this. However,..." "However, what?" "Let me put it this way. How do you feel about wearing heels?" "Truthfully? I have no idea, I've never worn them before," Terry confessed. "Panties?" "Nope, at least not that I can remember. We didn't have a lot of money when I was growing up, so, Mom may have dressed me in my older cousin's hand me down's when I was a baby. But I have no recollection of that happening. And, to be honest, I have no desire to wear women's clothing." "Prepare yourself for a shock, honey. In the time period portrayed in the play, Elliana had her surgery five years earlier. In fact, she'd been living full time as a woman for three years prior to the surgery. Wearing women's clothing was as normal for her as it is for me." "So?" "So, that means that before the play's opening, you will have to be so comfortable wearing women's clothes that you will be Elliana!" "Meaning that I'm going to have to start wearing panties and high heels? I may live to regret ever taking method acting lessons." Nikki caressed her husband's beard covered cheek. "Eventually bras too. But before we start dressing you in skirts and dresses and teaching you how to be a woman, you'll need to shave," "No beard? Oh, woe is me! What a terrible sacrifice it will be." Terry sighed, throwing his arm over his forehead dramatically. "But I think I'll survive, just barely." Nikki giggled. "Oh, my God, I'm married to a ham!" "You didn't realize that before?" "Of course, I did," Nikki admitted. "But I don't think you understood what I am telling you. You need to not only shave your beard off, but most of your body hair as well. And, keep it off for the duration of the play." "Well that sounds like a lot of fun," Terry said doubtfully. "More like a lot of work, unless,....." Nikki said thoughtfully. "Terry, hop in the shower, then shave your beard off. I need to go to the store to pick up some things to speed up the process.' -0-0-0- Terry had been out of his shower and was nearly done shaving his beard off before Nikki returned home. She stood at the bathroom door for a moment watching Terry finish shaving. For the hundredth time, she admired his slender well-toned body. Barely twenty-seven, Terry was a fitness fanatic. He ate well balanced meals and went to the gym at least three times a week. His only fault, if you could call it that, was that he was, as one director had commented, too pretty for most male parts. When he did get a part, it was usually portraying high school students, sometimes as young as fourteen, thirteen years younger than his actual age. He had won his most recent part, that of a non-speaking role of a Shakespearian spear carrier, only because he'd grown a beard. Well, that "handicap" would prove to be his greatest strength. To Nikki, it was obvious why the director had selected Terry to be Elliana. With a little bit of work, he would make a decent looking woman. Certainly, as good a woman as Elliana, who had been a male for most of her life. Terry glanced at Nikki in the mirror. "Like what you see?" he joked. "Very much so," Nikki admitted. There was a long pause before she spoke again. "I was just trying to picture you as a woman." "Well, what do you think?" Terry smiled making a bodybuilder's pose. "I think you could, with a little work, make a very creditable woman." Terry's bodybuilder's pose quickly deflated. "Gee, thanks." Nikki laughed then grew serious. "Terry, consider what the role will mean for us. How long does the rehearsal period last?" "I don't know, four, five weeks? Depends on how many script revisions there are." "Okay. Typically, there are five or six performances a week, correct?" "Yeah, so what's your point?" "Let's assume that the play closes after two months." Nikki paused mentally calculating the amount in her head. "For three months of you pretending to be a woman, you will be paid $124 thousand. Even better, you, we, will have free medical for a whole year!" "That is a lot of money," Terry allowed thoughtfully. "Yes, it is. It will be more than enough to pay for the baby when she comes," Nikki said so softly that Terry wasn't sure what she had said. "Uh, did you say baby?" Nikki smiled shyly. "Yes, dear. We're going to have a baby in about eight months." "What! Why? How?" Terry stuttered, bringing a laugh from Nikki. "If you really have to ask how," Nikki laughed, "it's a good thing that you're not a woman! You'd be popping a baby out every nine months!" Terry stepped to his wife and gave her a cautious hug, bringing another laugh from Nikki. "I don't break, dear. And, just to reassure you, according to the doctor, we can have sex almost to the due date." Terry grinned broadly. "Well, then,... why don't we,....?" "Calm down sparky. We've got a lot of work to do before we can go to bed." She smiled, then qualified her statement. "Well, you can lay on the bed, but you'll have to be naked." "Well, that sounds like a good beginning." -0-0-0- Terry suppressed the scream with a great deal of difficulty. "My God!" He exclaimed. "How do women do this? Or, more importantly why?" Nikki smiled and ripped another wax strip off Terry's stomach. "You big sissy," she laughed. "To answer your question, women have waxing done to look sexy for their men. After you've had two or three sessions, it will get easier." "That's easy for you to say," Terry muttered under his breath. Unfortunately, Nikki heard the comment. "Yes, it will, honey. I've had regular wax sessions for years. The last time was about a month and a half ago, the day you, you big stud, impregnated me!" She giggled as she gently patted his genitals. "Just be grateful that I'm not going to give you a full Brazilian!" "A Brazilian? What's that?" "That my dear, beloved and clueless husband is the wax job that removes all, and I mean ALL of the hair down here." She patted his genitals again. Terry paled and shuddered. "Okay, turn over and I'll do your back. Then I'll rub you down with the body lotion I use when I get." "That will be a relief. In the meantime, I need another beer!" "Does a beer ease the pain?" Nikki asked curiously. "No, but I figure that if I get drunk enough, it won't matter." -0-0-0- Nikki ran her hand over Terry's stomach. "Mmmm, sexy," she purred. "For some reason, I think your hairless body is really turning me on. We'll have to do this again, sweetheart." "Somehow, I don't doubt that in the least!" Terry reached over to hold Nikki in his arms, only to realize she had gotten out of bed. "Hey,...?" "Terry, honey. This has been lots of fun, more for me than you, I think. But it's late, and I have to go to work tomorrow." Nikki said as she slipped under the covers. "Here, put this on. It will make your abused body feel better." She placed something soft in his hand. "What is this?" "It's one of my nightshirts. Your skin will be too sensitive for a while for you to wear your pajamas comfortably. Put the nightshirt on and go to sleep." Sitting up in bed, Terry slowly pulled the nightshirt over his head. Sighing, slipped his arms through the short sleeves, and worked the silky garment down his body. That task completed, he lay back and tried to go to sleep. His last conscious thought was that Nikki had been right, the nightshirt was more comfortable than his pajamas. -0-0-0- When Terry awoke the following morning. Nikki had already left for work. Nursing a hangover, Terry went to his closet to get his robe. Hanging in its place was Nikki's. Terry hesitated for a moment, then decided since he was already wearing one of her nightshirts, it wouldn't matter much if he wore her robe as well. Terry walked into the kitchen and found a note from Nikki on the table. She had taken the contract to work with her. She wanted her grandfather, the attorney, to review and advise how best to proceed. While she was still troubled that Terry had signed the contract without her reviewing it, she was happy that he had finally gotten a part that was worthy of this considerable talent. Terry read the brief note and made himself a cup of coffee. A cup of coffee and a couple of aspirins later, Terry was starting to feel a little more human. Finishing his coffee, he rose, placed the dirty cup in the sink and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. He took off Nikki's nightshirt and robe, He paused for a second, suddenly realizing that he had been able to wear Terry's night clothes without much difficulty. Until that very instance, he hadn't realized how close in size to Nikki he was. They were within an inch in height, her five eight to his five nine, their weight was within twenty pounds (150 to 130). Terry studied his naked, nearly hairless body in the bathroom mirror. Terry hadn't been particularly hirsute before Nikki had so mercilessly stripped him of nearly all of his body hair below his neck. Now with just the neat bikini trim that she had left him, he looked and felt "neked"! Sighing, Terry turned from the mirror and stepped into the shower. -0-0-0- Terry wasn't surprised to find a woman's undergarment laying on top of his dresser. The note wasn't a particular surprise either. "Wear this under your regular clothing today!" Terry laughed, there was nothing subtle about her note. Shrugging his shoulders, he pulled the panties on with some difficulty. The beige "panties" was actually a shapeware garment rather than regular panties. The garment was high waisted, ending about five inches above his waist and extended down his thighs about six inches. They had a seam up the center of the back that supposedly lifted and separated the butt cheeks. The front had a strong extra panel that created a flatter stomach. Terry seen the garment on Nikki on occasion before, usually when she was having her period, when she said that she felt bloated. He was mildly surprised to find he was growing erect. He waited a few minutes until his erection soften, then tucked his penis back between his legs. He pulled the garment up further and was stunned to feel his testicles being pushed up into his body by the tight garment. It took him a few minutes to become accustomed to the odd feeling before he pulled the garment the rest of the way up. He smiled to himself at the nearly flat front of his groin. For some bizarre reason he felt more comfortable with how he looked. He wasn't terribly surprised to find his jeans, normally a little snug, felt a lot looser, particularly in the waist. The shapeware garment had reduced his waist by at least two inches! His rear looked a little fuller, the butt cheek lifts obviously worked! -0-0-0- Dressed in his typical weekend jeans and a tee shirt, Terry ate a brief breakfast, cleaned his dishes and utensils before sitting down to read the script. With a fresh cup of coffee, Terry began reading. After a few pages, he put the script down and started reading the biography. He had almost finished the bio when Nikki returned home. Terry smiled when she walked into the kitchen. "How was work?" Nikki's expression was serious as she sat down across from her husband. "Grandpa went over the contract this morning. He said that the way it was written, it will be difficult to break, if you want to get out of the play." "Why would I want to do that?" Terry asked. "Because dear, Grandpa knew the real Elliana and doesn't think that you will be happy in the part." Nikki paused seeing the expression on Terry's face. "But he confirmed that it is the lead. You'll be playing Elliana." "Was there some doubt?" "I wasn't really sure," Nikki confessed. "Then why did you go through with giving me a wax job and leaving a girdle for me to wear" "It's called shapewear, dear. You're wearing it?" Nikki asked surprised. "I was just kidding about that. The waxing, well, let's just say I've always wanted to see you hairless." "Very funny," Terry said sarcastically. Nikki looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, don't keep me in suspense. How does it feel? Do you like wearing it?" Terry reddened. "It's okay, I guess. Not very convenient though." Nikki raised an eyebrow. "Not very convenient? In what way?" she asked knowing full well what he was referring to. "Well," Terry began, blushing slightly, "when I had to go to the bathroom, I had to pull my pants and the shaper down rather than just unzipping." Nikki laughed. "Did you sit too?" Terry blushed again, although he didn't really know why. "Yes, I did." "Welcome to the club, sweetie," Nikki grinned. "Since you've decided to play the role, I guess I should give you your gifts." "Gifts?" "A package of knee-highs, a pair of...." "Wait! Don't tell me. A pair of high heeled shoes!" "Whatever gave you that idea? It's a pair of ballet flats. Most women don't routinely wear high heels unless it's a special occasion, or they're part of an implied or written work dress code." "I never thought about that before, but of course you're right," Terry said looking at the navy-blue flats curiously. "How do they stay on your feet?" "Sometimes they don't but mostly they do. You'll just have to wear them for a while to see what I mean." Terry looked at the shoes again. "Think they'll fit? They look awfully small." Nikki just sighed and handed him the shoes and the knee-high stockings. "Do you want me to show you how to put the knee-highs on?" "I think I can manage." "Good. When you have the knee-highs on, come in the bedroom. I have a pair of pants for you to wear." Terry quickly pulled a pair of the knee-highs' on and followed his wife to the bedroom. Nikki told him to remove his pants and handed him a pair of what, on first glance, looked like a pair of regular five pocket jeans. On closer inspection, however, Terry discovered that the jeans were pull-on style with a fake fly and front pockets. The rear pockets were just big enough to carry a cell phone. He looked at Nikki, who just smiled. "They'll help you remember to sit." Terry pulled the jeans on and slipped his feet into the ballet flats. He was surprised see that not only did they fit; they were actually very comfortable. "I'm impressed that you got them in the right size." "Found the correct size on the internet. There are conversion tables for women to men's sizes and vice versa." "Okay, now what?" "Now, sweetie, we're going to go to Annie's." "Annie's? What's that?" "Annie's is where you are going to become Elliana, in person." Seeing the blank look on Terry's face, she shook her head. "It's my beauty parlor. You know, where I have my hair and nails done." "I can't go out looking like this," Terry protested. "I don't see why not." "I'm wearing a pair of women's shoes and pull on jeans, that's why." "Take a look in the mirror," Nikki suggested. Terry was surprised to see what, at first glance appeared to be a plain looking young woman without makeup and a badly styled haircut. He looked down at his groin, the shapeware was doing its job. There wasn't a hint of his male organs. The only deviation from a real woman's body, was the lack of a wider pelvis and his flat chest. "See, it won't be a problem," Nikki said. "There's only one more thing that we need to do, then we can leave." She held up a padded bra and a woman's tee-shirt. Terry just groaned. "Just think of all this as a costume for a part in a play." -0-0-0- Terry was understandably nervous being out in public. Even though he had been reassured several times that he "passed" he was afraid that he would be jumped or at least arrested for impersonating a woman. Fortunately, the trip to the beauty parlor was without incident. Terry was a little shaken, however, when Nikki announced to the receptionist that he needed A. a women's haircut and B. makeup instructions. "Hey! I know how to do makeup!" Terry protested. Nikki turned and looked sternly at him. "Honey, you might think you know how to apply makeup, but you know nothing about women's day or nighttime makeup. There's a big difference between regular makeup and theatrical makeup!" "Okay, I'll concede that," Terry said after a moment of thought. "But can't you do it?" Nikki just looked at him and shook her head. "No! Now behave yourself or I'll cut you off for the rest of the month!" The receptionist who had been following the conversation with interest and watching Nikki suddenly turned to Terry with an open mouth. She just realized what Nikki had said previously. "She's a man?" she asked in surprise. Terry rolled his eyes as Nikki confirmed that he was indeed a male. "Unfortunately, he is. At least he thinks he is. He's my husband, the worm. I'm trying to make a sissy out of him so I can have a maid. I really don't have time to clean house and service my real lover at the same time." The receptionist's mouth dropped open further. Not sure if she was being kidded or not, she swallowed twice and called a technician. An attractive older woman stepped up to the reception desk. Smiling broadly, the technician pointed to an empty station. "Why don't you have a seat. I'll be there in a moment." Nikki nodded and led Terry to the empty chair. She pointed to the chair and said in a loud voice, "Sit!" Terry embarrassed beyond tears, sat. He started to say something when he noticed the expression on Nikki's face. Whatever he had to say, now was not the time to say it. A few minutes later, Nikki and the technician returned to the station. Speaking only to Nikki, she asked, "What did you have in mind for your sissy?" Terry cringed while Nikki struggled to suppress a laugh. She ran her fingers through Terry shoulder length hair as if she was thinking about what she wanted done. In reality, she knew exactly what she wanted. "I'd like him to have a shampoo, a body perm and a trim in a pageboy style with bangs down to his eyebrows." She thought for a moment then added. "I would like to change his hair color. Based on his eye color and complexion, what color would you recommend? I would like to keep it looking natural if you can." The technician looked carefully at Terry, taking in his skin and eye color, then nodded. "I can do that. I'd recommend a light brown, with some blond high lights." She held out her hand to Nikki. As Nikki shook it, she continued. "My name is Annie by the way, I own this establishment. I'm more than happy to see one of these scumbags get their comeuppance. I understand you want me to teach him how to apply makeup?" Nikki nodded. "I would recommend trimming his eyebrows first. Electrolysis?" Nikki glanced at Terry and shook her head "no". "Threading, then? It's not permanent. It lasts about six weeks before it grows out again." "That would be acceptable. While you're at it, can we have his ears pierced?" "Two or three holes?' "Sorry?" "Do you want two or three holes in each ear?" "Just one, I think. We can always come back later if I decide to have more done," Nikki said, much to Terry's relief. Nikki followed Terry and Annie to the shampoo station. When Terry leaned back at the sink, Nikki asked Annie if she knew somewhere she could find some breast prosthesis, preferably those that could be glued on. Annie recommended a store about a mile from the salon. Nikki patted Terry's chest, smiled and said, "Don't worry dear, I'll be back with a nice pair of boobies for you to play with. I was thinking of double 'D". It will be a little hard to find a bra that fits correctly, but since they'll be glued to your chest, that shouldn't be a problem. You can go bra less if you want." She turned to Annie. "I almost forgot, he needs a mani-petti, nail extensions and polish. You can choose the color, as long as it's bright." Terry, slowly becoming convinced that Nikki was serious, groaned, bringing a laugh from both Annie and Nikki. Terry missed the knowing wink between the two women. The visit to Annie's beauty parlor was a setup pre-planned by Nikki and Annie. They had known each other since high school and were close friends. -0-0-0- A very long hour later, Nikki returned to the salon carrying a plain unmarked tote bag. She almost didn't recognize Terry. His hair had been trimmed into a neat Pageboy cut, colored a rich light brown with just enough blonde highlights to make it appear he had been born with that color. Annie saw Nikki and motioned her to come around in front. Nikki almost gasped when she saw Terry's face. As requested his bangs stopped just above his eyebrows, which had been shaped in a feminine arch. Annie pulled back some hair on the side of his head, exposing his pierced ear. Positioned precisely in the center of the lobe, was a gold stud. Annie told her how to take care of the holes until they healed, then she could change earrings if she desired. Annie was about half finished with Terry's makeup. In spite of herself, Nikki was impressed with Annie's expertise. The makeup was so subtle that it was difficult to determine exactly what had been done. The effect however, was spectacular, she had as if by magic, had transformed a "Plain Jane" Terry into a very attractive woman. Taking a deep breath Nikki exclaimed, "Wow. If I had known he would look this good, I'd have done this a long time ago." "Just takes lots of practice, honey. I do about twenty-five or thirty wedding parties a month". Annie beamed, while Terry rolled his eyes. "Some of the brides look more masculine than your sissy, before I make them look beautiful" Nikki suddenly remembered the charade she had woven. Looking sternly at Terry she asked in a no-nonsense tone of voice. "I sincerely hope that you learned how to apply makeup! What colors to use?" Terry nodded. "Yes," he said softly. Nikki turned to Annie and asked if she could provide a supply of the makeup she used. "Not a problem, honey. When we're done, I'll make up a starter kit for you." She glanced down a Terry, then back up to Nikki. "I know you said you didn't want anything permanent, but you really should have his beard removed. We have a registered laser electrolysis tech on call. So, we can do the treatments it right here in the salon." She glanced down at Terry. "For him," she said disdainfully, "we'll even give you a big discount." Nikki smiled, "Thanks, I'll think about it." She motioned to Terry to follow as she and Annie walked to the reception desk. Nikki flinched when she saw the bill. It was almost half the cost of the new dress she wanted! She gave Terry a dirty look then paid the bill. -0-0-0- Safely in their car, Nikki turned to Terry. "I don't think that I've ever seen a hair salon bill that large before. Although, she did do a fantastic job." "Considering she was working on a sissy, what did you expect? I was half way there already!" Terry laughed waving his hand over his clothing. "You know," Nikki said thoughtfully, "maybe we should take her up on her offer." "Offer?" "To have your beard removed with laser treatments. Just think, honey, you wouldn't have to shave ever again, at least not your face." Nikki grinned, "She is offering me a big discount after all." "Not in your life time," Terry snorted. "Having half of my eyebrows ripped out is bad enough. At least they'll grow back. But removing my beard is out of the question!" "Okay, we'll forget about it for now," Nikki smiled. "When we get home, you can try on your new boobs. Won't that be fun?" "Yippee! My boobies have finally come in! Now my training bra will finally be filled!" -0-0-0- Terry looked at the two unopened boxes laying on the bed. "I sincerely hope you didn't buy double 'D's"; I'll look even more like a freak." Nikki sat on the bed and patted a space next to her. Terry sat beside her. Nikki gave her husband a hug and an air kiss. Terry looked questioning at her. Nikki shrugged her shoulders, "I don't want to mess up your makeup, just yet." "Now what?" "Now, we try on your new boobies," Nikki grinned. "Oh. My God," Terry said when he had inserted the breasts into his bra cups. "I'm a girl!" Nikki rolled her eyes. She knew that Terry was just being dramatic as a way to relive the stress of the day's activities. "No, honey, you are a woman. Elliana to be exact. Come look at the photos in the bio." Nikki led him to the kitchen. She picked up the bio and thumbed through the book until she reached the photo section. "Didn't you look at these?" Terry shook his head. "Take a look at this one." Terry took the book and looked closely at the head shot of an attractive woman about his own age, He glanced up at Nikki then back down again. "You think I look like her? I mean I have the same haircut as she does, but I don't think I look anything like her." Terry said doubtfully. "Yes, you do, honey. The two of you could be sisters," Nikki said softly. "When I first saw the photo, I honestly thought it really was you in drag." "That's why you had Annie feminize me, so that I could see that I looked like some 'trany'?" "Terry, she was not just a 'trany', as you called her, but a very important figure in transgender and women's rights." Nikki sat down at the table and motioned Terry to do the same. When both had settled, Nikki reached over and took Terry's hands in hers. She admired his manicured fingers for a moment before she continued. "Terry, honey, I know this has been a little traumatic for you. But it was the only way I could think of easing you into a role that will most probably be the height of your career. I know that once you get into the character you will be Elliana. In order to do her justice, you'll have to become her, and unfortunately, that means, that you will have to live, breathe and sleep as a woman until it becomes second nature!" "Nikki, I'm really not sure I want to do this..." Terry started. "Stop! I really don't want you to do it either. I married a man, and I fully expect to grow old with one, you. However, the contract you signed has a non-performance clause that if you fail to perform, no pun intended, we will be in debit for the rest of our lives. You, we have no option, but to make you as womanly as we can, without actually doing it." "Uh, your grandfather looked at the contract. What did he say exactly?" "He said, and I quote, 'your husband must have been a total idiot to sign this'. He went on to add, 'if he doesn't honor the terms, and fails to perform, he might as well have a sex change, because he will be royally screwed." Nikki was becoming increasingly angry with her husband's irresponsible act. "Screwed?" "Well, he actually said, 'royally fucked'!" Terry looked first shocked then totally defeated. He looked up at his wife with tears in his eyes. "Oh, my God, what did I do?" he whispered. Nikki's anger softened. "Oh, my poor sweet Terry, you did what anyone in your position would have done, you became blinded with the possibility of being a star!" Terry nodded, feeling sick to his stomach. "Now what do I do?" "It's what will WE do, dear. I married you for better or worse. We will weather this together you and I. I just pray that it doesn't become the worse part." Terry just nodded, completely chastised. Dinner was eaten in total silence that night. Both were deep in thought. Terry's thoughts were centered on the uncertainty of what would happen to his marriage. Nikki's thoughts were, oddly, where she would start on making Terry into a creditable woman, whether he wanted it or not. The work done by Annie had, in reality, been little more than an expensive joke. Now it was obvious that the "joke" was the "pre-school" in the task of learning how to be a woman, or at least as much as a man could become. When they prepared to go to bed, Nikki stopped Terry from just crawling into the bed. "You are wearing makeup. Unless you want a mess on your pillow and look like a racoon in the morning, you'll have to clean it off. I'll help you until you know what you're doing. After that, it will be your responsibility to remove your own makeup!" Thus, Terry had his first lesson on a woman's nightly pre-bed ritual of removing her makeup. When his face was cleaned to Nikki's satisfaction, she handed him one of her nightgowns. "You don't have to wear your bra and breast forms tonight. We'll see about tomorrow." Terry just groaned. -0-0-0- The condemned man ate a hardy meal. Not really, Terry's stomach was tied in knots. He hadn't slept well; he had worried about...well everything. But mostly he worried about his marriage. Nikki was the most... the most everything he had ever imagined a wife to be. If, because of his stupidity, he lost her, he didn't know how he could go on living. He promised himself that regardless of what happened in the future, he would never stop loving her. The question was, would Nikki? Nikki sat across from her husband watching him struggle with whatever was really bothering him. Nikki loved her husband with all her heart. She couldn't imagine any reason, not even if he bailed out of the contract and indebted them into poverty for the rest of their lives not too continue to do so. She could live being dirt poor, if Terry was at her side. "I guess that it's time to discuss realistically the elephant in the room," Nikki said breaking the heavy silence. "We need to work this out. When grandpa reviewed the contract, he mentioned something about medical care." "I remember that. What about it?" "Well, if it comes to surgery, the production company's insurance should pay for it," Nikki said flatly. Terry struggled not to throw up. "I can't do that," he mumbled. "Terry, I didn't say that you would have to have any surgery, certainly not the one you're obviously thinking of." "I don't know...." "Terry, listen to me. I know this is a totally bizarre situation. But I will help you learn how to be a woman. By the time rehearsal starts you'll not only be comfortable living as a woman, you will be Elliana!" Nikki laughed softly. "Who knows, you might even enjoy being a woman enough to want to stay one for the rest of your life." "I seriously doubt it." "You never know," Nikki kidded. "What do we have to do?" Terry asked changing the subject. "Well, first we need to work on your figure. We need to find some hip and butt pads. With the right pads, I don't think we need to work on slimming down your waist any smaller, and those falsies are good enough for right now. But, I think the hardest part, at least for you, is how are we going to conceal your 'package'." "Well, there is the surgery option. After all, the production company will pay for it," Terry said trying to make a joke over something that scared him spitless. "Don't you even think of it!" Nikki spat. "Your balls belong to me. If anyone is going to cut them off, it will be me if you suggest that again!" "Okay, okay. It was just a joke," Terry said weakly. "All right, now that we've got that settled, let's get to work. Although, we still need to solve the problem of what to do with the 'family jewels'. Any ideas?" Well, a few years ago, when I was in that period play that had men wearing tights, they all wore dancer's belts. That concealed them fairly well." "What are dancer's belts?" "There's two different types, one is like a heavy pair of bikini like underwear. The other style is like a thong, except the thong part is about as thick as your finger." "Okay, we'll give them a try. Where can we find them?" "Theatrical supply stores. There is another possibility, we ask a professional female impersonator." "I think we should do that as a last resort. We want to be as stealthy as possible. Otherwise, people will get the wrong idea of what we're doing. You'll be type cast and never get another part other than as a female impersonator." "Okay, next?" "The hip and butt pads will be the easiest. I've already ordered some to try out from the internet. They should be here tomorrow. Also, speaking of tomorrow, we'll start our diets in the morning." Terry groaned, "Diet? Okay, what next?" "Girl, we're going shopping! You need a whole new wardrobe!" Terry groaned again. -0-0-0- The hip and butt pads Nikki ordered off the internet arrived three days later. Nikki showed him the website she had ordered them from, the illustration looked nothing like the cheap garment they had received. Right from the start it was obvious that they wouldn't work. When he tried them on, and pulled up his jeans with the fake fly, he just didn't look right. The dancer's belt was also a disappointment, instead of concealing his genitals, the belt smoothed their appearance and actually appeared to enhance them. Nikki looked thoughtful for a moment. "Terry, I think we're going at this all wrong." "How, so?" "You're going to be in a play. You're not just some guy dressing like this for your personal pleasure. Someone in the production company, maybe the wardrobe mistress, or prop master, should have an idea on how to make realistic hips and butt pads. Something that won't make you look like you're wearing, well those," Nikki said pointing to the cheap, poorly made garment. "Maybe, there'll be something to make you look flat in front as well." "What about being stealthy? Wait! Honey, that's the perfect solution. The prop master should be able to work something up. I'll give the production company a call tomorrow." -0-0-0- It hadn't been the property master that came up with the solution, it had been the woman in charge of the makeup crew. She knew a guy who designed and made monster costumes for the movies. Nikki and Terry went to his studio to see what could be done. After some discussion they received a promise from the artist for confidentiality. He took some measurements and told Terry to come back in a week. -0-0-0- A week later, Terry returned to the studio and tried on the hip and butt padding. Unlike the internet garment, the new garment looked and felt real, even having an exact duplicate of Terry's bikini trim. He wore it home, anxious to show it off to Nikki. "Honey, I'm home," Terry called out. Nikki came into the living room and stared at her husband. The artist had created a masterpiece. Grinning, Terry slowly turned around, allowing Nikki to see the whole effect. "Girl, in those jeans you've got a terrific looking butt! And if those aren't childbearing hips, I've never seen any." Terry grinned, "You haven't seen anything yet," he announced. He pulled his pants down. For a moment, Nikki just stared at Terry. "You have a bikini trim!" she exclaimed. "That's very realistic, no that's incredible!" Terry grinned wider. "Take a closer look, Dear." Nikki bent over slightly to look closer. "Oh My God! You have a 'camel toe'!" "I do, and you know what's even neater?" Nikki shook her head. "He made a sheath that will hold my penis back out of sight. The best part of that is that I can pee through it. Just like a girl!" Nikki looked thoughtfully at the 'camel toe'. "Amazing. How does it feel? Can you have sex with it?" Terry laughed. "It feels a lot better than that shapeware you had me wear. And, the answer to your naughty question is, no, I can't have sex with it!" "Pity, it might have been fun to,.... " Nikki paused, blushing in embarrassment. "You'd better pull your pants up before I,... Just pull your pants up, okay?" Terry laughed and started to pull his pants up. Nikki watched as Terry pulled his pants up over the padding. From the waist down, he had the bottom half of an hourglass figure. Thinking about how well designed and made the padding was, a horrible thought crossed her mind. "I hate to ask, but how much did he charge you?" Terry grinned. "Not a penny. He said that he had an idea that would recover all his costs." His answer reassured Nikki. 'This is going to work, she thought to herself. It was a good thing that the garment was comfortable. Terry would end up wearing it almost from the time he arose until he went to bed. -0-0-0- The artist, recognizing that he had, in effect, created a masterpiece with Terry's padding, decided to explore the commercial value of the garment. Five years later, the artist had worked out all the details of mass production of the padding. Selling strictly to companies that specialized in clothing for cross-dressers, he made a not so small fortune. After receiving complaints from a large number of wives of some of his customers, using his wife as a model, he modified his design to fit the female anatomy. Soon he was selling more padding to women's underwear companies than to the cross-dressing community. His new design hit the market just as the "my bootie is bigger than yours" craze swept the younger female population. His fortune grew even larger. The strange thing about all this was, not once did his wife ever ask him if he thought her butt was too big. -0-0-0- "Terry, you've been wearing women's clothing for almost a month. You've lost nearly fifteen pounds and apply your makeup as well as any woman. I think you're doing more than okay, as long as it's pants and shorts. We need to start working on skirts, dresses and heels," Nikki said. "We'll start slow. Sandals with a two-inch heel. Knee length dress." She thought for a moment, then added, "It's too hot for pantyhose, so let's try something you haven't worn before,... thigh-highs!" Seeing the blank look on Terry's face, Nikki sighed. "They're like knee-highs, only longer. They're a lot cooler than pantyhose, plus." She winked. "If you're feeling naughty, you can 'forget' to wear your panties. You just have to remember not to flash anyone if you're wearing a mini skirt!" Terry snorted, "As if that would ever happen!" Nikki stroked his face, and smiled wickedly. "Of course, it does, all the time. What was I wearing last week when we were at the outdoor concert?" "You didn't!" Nikki smiled. "Why do you think I kept my legs crossed all the time we were there?" Terry just shook his head. "I think I'll pass thank you." "That's okay, honey. It wouldn't be appropriate where we're going anyway. Our legs are tan enough, we'll just go bare legged." "Going? Going where?" "Grandpa is having a garden party and picnic this Saturday. We've been invited." "I still have some men's clothing don't I?" "Terry, what are you talking about? You can't wear men's clothes to Grandpa's garden party!" "I don't see why not." "Because, honey, the invitation is for Ms. Nikki Williams and..." "That's your maiden name!" "Will you let me finish?" Nikki said slightly annoyed. "The invitation is for Ms. Nikki Williams and... Ms. Leigh Renee Wilson!" "Who the hell is Leigh Renee Wilson?" "That's your stage name, dear." Terry looked blank. "Stage name? I don't have a stage name." "You do now, or at least you will when you sign the petition Grandpa has worked up for you. He said think of it as a DBA, 'doing business as' document." "Doing business as?" "Terry honey, in three months, you'll be making some significant money. If the play lasts only a year, you will be paid for the remainder of the contract, another year, at the same weekly rate as if you were still performing. Your total compensation will be just over 1.8 million dollars!" Terry was stunned. "I hadn't realized it would be that much." "That's why Grandpa is setting up a Limited Liability Corporation to handle the money for us. You and I will be the only officers in the corporation. All our assets, the house, both cars, everything except our clothing will be assets of the Corporation. "So, with our salaries going directly into the corporation, we'll be able to make investments, have some great tax breaks, and personal protection if anything happens, such as being personally sued." "Okay, that I understand. But why the name change?" "Because, as I've said so many times, you really don't want to have your real name associated with this play. Otherwise you'll be typed casted as a crossdressing actor. Which means you'll never get a decent serious role again. The producers even included a clause that allowed you to use a stage name if you wanted." "Okay, all of that sounds reasonable. But what does that have to do with me wearing a dress to the picnic?" "Well, duh! The invitation is for Ms. Leigh Renee Wilson, remember?" "Okay, I guess a dress would be appropriate. I suppose this means more shopping," Terry sighed. Shopping was one "woman's" activity that he could just not get enthused about. After visits to three dress shops, a major department store and two shoe stores, Terry ended up with a pale yellow, just below the knee sun dress. It had wide straps to conceal his bra straps and the front was high enough to conceal the fact that his "B" cup breasts were fake. The shoes Nikki picked out for him, were strappy sandals with 2 ? inch wedge heels with buckled ankle straps. When Terry saw the sandals, he protested that he hadn't worn heels before. "Terry, don't worry. We have two weeks for you to practice. I anticipated that you would need to wear heels someday. When I bought you your first flats, I purchased some shoes with progressively higher heels. I figured that I'd start you off with one and a half inch heels, and work up to three. The shoes you've been wearing for the last two weeks have been the inch and half heels, so we can start on the two inchers when we get home." -0-0-0- "Well, how do I look?" Terry asked as he twirled around causing the skirt of his sun dress to flair out. Nikki studied her husband silently. She was impressed with the progress Terry was making. In less than 4 months, he moved, walked, talked and carried himself like a natural born woman. In her estimation, he made a better woman than Elliana, the person he would portray. That is, he was if the news film clips accurately portrayed the female Elliana. "Well?" he asked again. Nikki smiled, "If you hadn't been so frisky last night, I would be convinced that you were a real woman!" Terry grew serious for a moment. "I didn't hurt you or the baby last night did I?" Terry laughed, then stroked her expanding stomach. "No, in fact I think she even enjoyed it." "She?" "Well, I think she'll be a girl," Nikki said softly. "Okay, if you're sure. But the next one will be one for my side, a boy." "One for your side? A boy? You don't look like any boy I've ever seen!" Nikki said in mock surprise. Terry looked down at his false breasts in his sundress. "Point taken," he laughed. "We'll address the one for my side tonight again, after we go to bed." "To bed? I'm sorry, I only like big strong men like my husband in my bed!" Nikki teased. "Okay, okay! I won't wear my nightgown tonight. Happy now?" Not wanting to carry the teasing any further, she hugged Terry and kissed him deeply. When she broke away, she sighed, "Oh pooh, I've smeared your lipstick." Terry just laughed, and pulled his lipstick and a small mirror from his purse. "We need to get going. Otherwise, we'll be late for your Grandpa's picnic." Nikki drove to her Grandfather's estate in the country. Until Terry started wearing women's clothing full time, he had driven. Now, he rarely sat behind the wheel. They were both worried what would happen if by chance he was pulled over. His license photo certainly didn't match his 'girl' features. Nikki glanced at her husband. He was nervously fingering the skirt of his dress. "Are you okay?" "What? Yeah, sure," he responded. "I'm just worried how your Grandfather will react and what he'll say when he sees me." Nikki laughed. "He'll say, 'your pictures do not do you justice'." "My pictures? What pictures?" "Terry, honey, I've been taking pictures of every step of your 'training'. When I showed him the latest pictures, he was speechless. In fact, he thought at first that I had shown him an old photo of the real Elliana. I don't think you'll have any problem with Grandpa." -0-0-0- Nearly all of the legal firm's staff was present and everyone was obviously enjoying the picnic. The senior Theodor Williams had practiced law for nearly fifty years. He was well respected and liked by most of the judges in the district. His firm had the reputation of being the firm to go to for representation in legal concerns. When Nikki and Terry arrived, they were immediately cornered by the older man. He herded them to the center of the massive patio that over looked the party. "Ladies and Gentlemen!" he said loudly, when all but a few paid attention, he repeated the greeting. When the vast majority turned to look at the senior Williams, he continued, "Ladies and Gentlemen. I think most of you know her already, but I'll introduce her anyway. Ladies and gentlemen, my favorite granddaughter Nikki." Nikki interrupted her grandfather, "Grandpa, you know I'm your only granddaughter!" she said in a voice almost as loud as her grandfather's. He laughed and admitted that it was true. Nikki was his only granddaughter. His admission brought laughter from the crowd. "As I was saying, she is my favorite granddaughter Nikki. As you can see, she is working on the next generation of Williams." He nodded toward Nikki's round stomach. "Hopefully, she will be as beautiful as her mother. If he isn't, well, then maybe he'll be a lawyer like his old gray-haired grandpa." The crowd laughed and applauded. Terry was growing nervous again, he knew that he would be introduced next. "And this lovely young lady is Ms. Leigh Wilson. You may not recognize that name now, but if all goes well, you'll be hearing a lot about her!" The crowd applauded, although not as loud as Nikki's. Still smiling broadly Grandpa said quietly to Nikki and Terry. "Let's go inside to my office. We have a lot of work to do." Bookcases containing hundreds of case law books lined three walls of the office; the fourth wall was mostly windows overlooking the back yard. The furnishings consisted of a large conference table, a number of leather cushioned side chairs and a surprisingly small desk. All three sat down at the table. Nikki and Terry waited for Mr. Williams to speak. He regarded Terry for a moment, then began by addressing him. "When Nikki asked me to review the contract, I was disappointed in her. I thought that I had taught her better than to allow you to sign a contract without having her, and myself, to read it before signing. When she told me how you came to sign it, I reread it. It is, unfortunately, iron clad. If you fail to honor the contract, you will be financially ruined." "I know that sir. I'm sorry, I wish I had never seen that dammed thing." "I wish you hadn't as well. Be that as it may. The question is what are we going to do now. While I like you Terry and consider you part of the family, my main concern is to protect my granddaughter and, by extension, her offspring. Nikki is my only living relative. As such she is in line to inherit the firm. It's present value, according to my accountant, is somewhere in the neighborhood of 60 million." Terry glanced at Nikki in surprise. Nikki sat impassively listening to her grandfather. She obviously had known this before. "Tell me Terry, do you love Nikki?" "Of course, I do." Mr. Williams turned to Nikki. "Nikki, do,..." Nikki interrupted him with a resounding, "I do. I wouldn't be carrying his child if I didn't. In fact, I fully expect to have at least one more sometime in the future." "Very well. In that case, we have some paperwork to take care of before we can join the picnic." "Paperwork?" "Nikki shared with me how much money you anticipate making with just one year of the play's production. In order to protect that money, as well as Nikki's inheritance, I'm setting up a limited liability corporation in Nikki's name. Its main source of income will initially be your salary and any profit sharing from the play. That's one set of papers. The next is a petition to change your name Terry Allen Wilson to your stage name Leigh Renee Wilson. The name change is an additional insurance policy to protect my granddaughter's interest. Leigh's name will be included on the Corporation's charter. There's a couple of other documents that are associated with both the corporation and the stage name change that will need to be signed." "I think I understand, sir," Terry said. "Unlike when you signed the contract with the production company, Nikki has read most of the papers the two of you will be signing today. Do you wish to read them as well?" "If Nikki has read them, I don't think I need to, sir." Mr. Williams sat back and nodded. He reached over to his desk and pushed a button. "Miss Jones, could you come to the office to witness and notarize some signatures?" Miss Jones replied and a few minutes later a silent and serious looking woman in her late sixties walked into the office. Twenty minutes later, all the documents had been signed, witnessed, notarized and taken away for copying. Their copies would be sent by messenger the following day. "Well, now that we've taken care of business, let's go out and party." -0-0-0- "Well I had fun yesterday, how about you?" Nikki asked the following day. "I will have to admit no one said anything about how I was dressed." Nikki sighed. "Terry, or rather Leigh, you just weren't listening closely enough to the right girls. You, dear, were the talk of the party. Everyone wanted to know two things, who you were, and where did you get that fabulous dress!" "What? That old thing?" He paused. "No one noticed that I wasn't what I appeared to be?' "Appeared to be what? A tall attractive woman? No, no one said a thing." "I'm not that tall!" Leigh protested. "Five nine isn't that tall, is it?" "You're four or five inches taller than the average woman. But your figure, as fake as it is, is proportionate with your height. Over all, as I've said before, when you're dressed and made up, you more than pass, you are every inch a woman!" Leigh grinned. "It's all just superior acting, honey!" "Oh, my God, I've married a ham!" Nikki cried, throwing her arm to her forehead. "Guilty as charged!" Leigh laughed. When the package containing the signed document's arrived, Nikki didn't bother to open it. Instead she placed it in a drawer in her desk. Soon she forgot about it. -0-0-0- Two months before the opening of "Elliana". "Leigh, someone from the production company called this morning while you were at Annie's. She did a good job by the way. Anyway, they're going to start script reading Monday." "Did they say what time and where? Is it at the theater?" "At the producer's office at 8:00 AM. They're working on the sets at the theater this week," -0-0-0- The first reading went well, other than a slight hiccup when Leigh arrived. Well two hiccups actually. The first problem was with the Assistant Director. He had been tasked with the responsibility of ensuring only the actors who had been hired for the play attended the reading. Working off of an old list, he had failed to find Leigh Wilson's name. Leigh finally convinced him that he was in fact, Terry Wilson. Leigh Wilson was his stage name. The second hiccup was the assistant director refused to believe that Leigh was a male. Even though he was wearing his regular jeans, a man's polo shirt and had no makeup on. In fact, the only woman's garment he was wearing was a pair of panties, and they were completely concealed under his jeans. Leigh was fuming when he returned home. "That S.O.B. had the nerve to ask me to pull my pants down." Leigh flopped down in the living room couch. "Just because he didn't believe I was a man." Nikki who had been washing dishes, was wiping her hands as she came into the living room. "Did he finally let you in for the reading? "He did, and I ultimately did not have to take off my pants." Leigh laughed. "How was your day? Anything exciting happen?' Nikki sat down next to her husband. "I've got some good and some really terrible news. Which would you like to hear first?" "I don't care,... oh, give me the good news first." "Okay. We got four things in the mail today. The first, the good news, was a letter from our accountant. He said that our investments have produced our first return! For an investment of less than $10k, we received nearly $15k. That's not bad for three weeks." "I agree. That is good news. I suggest that the corporation reinvest the return in the same company, and see what happens." Leigh sighed. "Okay, hit me with the 'terrible' news." Nikki looked at him for a moment. "I need to get the package and the other two envelopes, and we can go through it together," Leigh watched his wife return to the kitchen. Less than a minute later she came back into the living room with a large manila envelope about an inch thick and two letter sized envelopes. She sat down next to Leigh again and handed the envelopes to him. The first thing he noticed was that the larger one had been addressed to Ms. Leigh Renee Wilson c/o Ms. Nikki Williams. The return address was the Superior Court of the county they lived in. "What's this?" Leigh asked, not wanting to open it quite yet. Nikki took the envelope back and pulled out the first packet of stapled papers. She handed it to Leigh. Leigh scanned it, recognizing that it was a copy of one of the papers he had signed at the picnic. "This is the change of name document, isn't it?" "You're partially right. It's a petition to the court to legally change your name from Mr. Terry Allen Wilson to Ms. Leigh Renee Wilson. And,..." "And?" "And the second page requests the courts to legally change the name on your birth certificate to Leigh Renee Wilson." "On my birth certificate?" Leigh asked in surprise. "Wait, it gets worse, much worse. The petition also asks to change your birth gender from male to female. The reason given is that you've had a sex change. Apparently, there's a state law that mandates changing birth certificates after sex reassignment surgery." "My God! Did I sign that?" "You did. And I'm ashamed to say that while Grandpa was correct, I did review the document, but obviously not closely enough." Leigh shook his head in dismay. "How can it get any worse than that?" Nikki sighed again, and handed Leigh the next bunch of papers. Leigh hesitated a moment before he began reading. "This is a divorce settlement agreement!" He read further along the document. "It says that neither party contested the divorce and the settlement. The causes are listed as extreme mental cruelty and denial of sex due to gender reassignment surgery!" He glanced at the front page again. "We both signed this? What the fuck is all this?'" Nikki silently handed him another bunch of papers. Leigh scanned the paper looking at the signatures. As with the other two documents, both Nikki and he had signed it "It's a transfer of property, both real and personal." He read further. "It says that by mutual agreement, and according to the terms of the divorce agreement, I not only have to give you the balances of all Terry Wilson's, my bank accounts, and not less than 90 % of all future earnings for the next ten years. You get the house, my car and,... it appears that you get everything but the dress on my back!" Nikki handed him one of the smaller envelopes. The return address was the Motor Vehicle Department. He opened the envelope and scanned the letter. "They are demanding that I surrender my driver's license. They say that they've received a copy of a court order stating that I had changed my sex and have to have a new license in my new name, and gender!" Nikki hand him one last envelope. The return address was his own, or rather what had been his home until a few minutes ago. 'Leigh sighed heavily. "What next?" he asked as he pulled the single page out of the envelope. He quickly scanned the letter. It had a facsimile signature used for the corporate checks only. Neither he nor Nikki had physically signed it. Not saying a word, he handed it back to Nikki. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before saying anything. "The corporation has terminated my employment for non-performance!" He laughed bitterly. "Which, if the divorce decree is to believed, is in the bedroom! I don't understand this, I' supposed to be a board member, I can't be fired!" "Leigh, honey. After I saw this, I checked the incorporation charter documents. You are not listed as a board member, but as an 'at will' employee. Meaning, you can be terminated for any or no reason at all, whenever the board decides you are no longer of value to the corporation.." Leigh didn't know wither to laugh, cry or become homicidal. "Honey, please believe me, I didn't have anything to do with any of this. Not the divorce or anything else! I love you and I always will, even if you change your gender for real!" Leigh gave her what started to be a dirty look that quickly morphed to a teary-eyed look of helplessness. Never before had he been so thoroughly screwed, by his wife's own grandfather no less. Nikki quickly wrapped her arms around her husband. She held him as he cried. When he stopped he gave her a kiss and gently pushed her away. "Thank you. I guess I've really gotten deep into pretending to be a woman. Maybe too deep for my, our own good." He wiped the tears from his eyes with the towel Nicki had been wiping her hands on. "Terry," Nikki began before Leigh stopped her. "Nikki, you might as well start calling me Leigh, it's my legal name now." "Leigh, then. I know my grandfather is behind this. That BS he gave us about him liking you and you being part of the family was just a smoke screen. He obviously knew exactly what he was doing. He must have made up his mind after I showed him your picture." "But, I thought you said you had read the documents." "I did. I read them in his office at the firm. The only thing I can think of is that the old bastard switched papers!" "Well, he did offer us an opportunity to read them again in his office at the estate. I wish we had!" Leigh sighed. "Well, there's nothing we can do tonight. We might as well call it a night and go to bed. Maybe I can disprove the non- performance issue once and for all." Nikki broke into tears. "Oh, Ter.. uh, Leigh, remember what the doctor said, no sex two weeks before the due date." Nikki thought that while she had seen her husband depressed because of a missed part, but never had she seen him been so.. beaten! They spent most of the night cuddled in each other's arms. It was small consolation. -0-0-0- The following morning both were a little less stressed, but tired due to the lack of sleep. "Leigh honey, you know, I kind of like that name more than 'Terry'. If you don't see the spelling, it could be spelled 'L.E.E.' which is a man's name. Anyway, I was thinking of a way to get out of this mess, or at least most of it." "I don't know how, but I'm willing to entertain anything." "Hear me out, before you say anything, okay?" Leigh nodded. "This state allows same sex marriages, right? It's also a community property state. Meaning basically, whatever assets exist before and during the marriage belongs equally to the married couple." "Yes, I know that. But how does that help us?" "Dear, think about it. I am biologically a female, correct?" "That is obvious considering you're nine months pregnant." "And you, my dear Ms. Leigh Renee Wilson, are a female by direction of the Superior Court of our county, also correct?" Leigh nodded. "So then," Nikki began as she laboriously got down on one knee. "Leigh, I have been in love with you since I first saw you in a play in college more than eight years ago. I cannot imagine life without you by my side." Nikki pulled a large costume ring from her pocket. "Will you do me the honor of being my bride?" Leigh laughed so hard he almost fell out of his chair. He sobered when he saw the look on Nikki's face. "You're serious, aren't you!" "I've never been more serious in my lif..." Nikki groaned as a contraction hit her hard. "Oh, crap! Leigh, I think the baby is coming! Quick, will you marri....?" Nikki groaned again, unable to finish due to the pain. "Of course, I will! Give me the ring. You get your bag and I'll get my car." "It's my car dear, at least until we get married. Community property, remember?" Leigh ran out of the apartment house to the carport for his... her car now. He smiled, at least she still had her sense of humor. Before he started the car, he slipped the gaudy costume ring over his wedding band. He would switch them later. -0-0-0- The emergency room nurses had thought nothing strange about a tall woman pushing a very pregnant woman in a wheelchair toward them at a dead run. They weren't even surprised when the tall woman exclaimed, "My wife is having a baby! Please help her!" Women having babies was a major part of the hospital business. Unless there was extenuating circumstances, like bleeding, every step of the way had been horned into a fine science. A nurse took the wheelchair from Leigh and disappeared onto an elevator. Leigh wanted to follow, but was stopped by the admissions nurse. "Miss,... Miss, you can go up to the maternity ward shortly. But first we need to have you fill out some paperwork," Leigh flinched when the word paperwork was mentioned. "Okay," he sighed, "what do you need." He started pulling out insurance papers. Concentrating on providing the answers to the admissions nurse, Leigh slowly calmed down. Everything was going routinely until the nurse asked. "Miss, do you know who the father is for the birth certificate?" "Yes, it's me. I'm the father." The nurse looked up in astonishment. This girl must be really flustered to think she was the father. She tried again. "No miss, I need the name of the father." Not wanting to drag the conversation any further, Leigh shook his head and said, "I know with absolute certainty that the father is Terry Allen Wilson, her ex-husband." He then spelled it out for the nurse. "Okay, thank you. One more thing, what is your relationship to Mrs. Williamson?" Distracted because of worry about Nikki, Leigh started to say, her ex- husband. Not wanting to go through that merry go round again, he said, "I'm a close friend. Can I go upstairs and see her now?'' The nurse didn't even have the decency to look apologetic. "No. Only close relatives or husbands are allowed in the maternity ward for the first 24 hours after the birth." Leigh just stood in front of the desk, silently looking up at the ceiling. Inside, however, he was cursing everyone that had made his life so miserable and made him miss the birth of his first child. After a minute, he forced a smile and said that he would be back later. -0-0-0- "I'm so sorry I wasn't able to be with you during the delivery," Leigh apologized. "She is without question, the most beautiful baby in the world." "No need to apologize, honey. You just got caught up in some stupid hospital rules, that's all." Nikki smiled, then glanced down at the infant nursing at her breast. "She is beautiful, isn't she?" "What do you think we should name her?" "Well," Nikki began, "I was thinking of naming her 'Terri' with an 'I'." "No! Anything but that," Leigh protested. "Let's name her after your mother, Patricia Ann. I think she would have liked that." Nikki nodded. "I like it, and I know mom would have been pleased." "Now, we have more important things to discuss." Nikki said as she switched baby Patricia to her other breast. Leigh looked questioningly at her. "More important things? What?" "Whether or not you should wear white, darling." "Wear white? What are you talking about?" "At our wedding, dear. Are you going to wear a white gown or not?" -0-0-0- The bride wore white. Nikki had tears of joy in her eyes as Leigh walked slowly up the aisle of the church. In keeping with tradition, Nikki had not been allowed to see the bride in her gown until she walked through the twin doors of the church. Nikki, who knew exactly who Leigh really was, had been stunned by the beautiful creature that walked slowly in time with the music toward the alter. She was being escorted by a handsome older actor who portrayed Elliana's father in several key scenes. The Maid of Honor was an actress who, in a bit of irony, played the real ex-wife of Elliana, who had also been the Maid of Honor at her wedding to Bill Whitestone. Nikki, dressed in a man-tailored woman's tuxedo, smiled as she watched Leigh walk down the aisle toward her. She could feel herself becoming aroused. She almost giggled when she thought how embarrassing it would have been if she were actually the male she was portraying. As tight as the tuxedo pants were, an erection would stand out like a, well, like an erect penis! The wedding, while real, was also a dress rehearsal for a major scene in the third act of the play. In fact, Leigh's white wedding gown was a costume borrowed from the costume department of the theater. His wedding band was platinum with three one caret diamonds and very real. It, as well as his matching engagement ring with five half caret diamonds was paid for with a loan from the Corporation's petty cash account. Nikki and Leigh were operating almost on automatic as the minister performed the ceremony. It wasn't until they were introduced to the wedding party as Ms. & Mrs. Nikki Williamson, that Leigh realized that he was truly the "wife" in the marriage. Regardless of his "status' in their marriage, they had by the simple act of getting married again, managed to reverse most of the damage her Grandfather had caused. There was some unintended humor in getting married again. The DMV had voided his "Terry Allen Wilson" license because of the gender and name change mandated by court order. The replacement "Leigh Renee Wilson" license had arrived in the mail two days before the wedding. Getting another new license in his married name, Mrs. Leigh Williamson, would be the third license in less than three months. During the reception after the ceremony the Maid of Honor sat next to the Bride. About half way through the meal she leaned over and asked Leigh. "Do you realize how ironic this all is?". "How so?" "If it hadn't been for the real Elliana, the person you're playing, the two of you could not have married. Elliana was instrumental in getting the same sex marriage act passed." "Really? That is interesting. I'll have to tell that to Nikki later." "Neither would mine," she continued. "Your what?' "My marriage to Cynthia. She's a member of the cast too. She is the cop who arrests Elliana at the end of the marriage ceremony in the third act." "Oh, she's a beautiful woman, you're very lucky to be married to her. Uh, not that you're not beautiful too," Leigh added quickly to cover his unintended slight. The Maid of Honor just winked and then laughed. "I know." -0-0-0- The play was an astounding success. The play had been pre-sold for the third year and part of the fourth. They had just closed the second season, and was looking forward to a three-week break before resuming. Leigh had just returned home from the end of the season party. He looked and felt like he'd been drugged through the wringer. He was removing his clothing when Nikki noticed that the skin where his false breasts had been glued to his chest was red and obviously infected. "How long has your chest been like that?" Nikki asked concerned. "Couple of weeks," Leigh admitted. "It'll be better in a week or so. Nothing to worry about." "Leigh, you're acting like a typical male! Now, stop it!" Nikki gently touched the infected area. It was hot to the touch. "Get your clothes back on, we're going to see Doctor James." Leigh gave Nikki a pained look, that clearly said he didn't want to see the doctor. "Get dressed now! Leave your bra and those damned fake boobs here!" Half an hour later, Nikki and Leigh were sitting in her doctor's office watching the minute hand slowly inch around the clock. They both looked at each other, shook their heads and settled in for a long stay. Neither decided to read any of the five year old magazines scattered around the waiting room. They were mildly surprised when ten minutes later, the office clerk said "Mrs. Williams, you can go in now." Both Nikki and Leigh went inside. Dr. James was the family doctor for both Nikki and Leigh. The doctor performed an examination of the infected area. "You said you were on hiatus for how long?" the doctor asked. He was one of only a few that knew Leigh was a male. "Three weeks." The doctor looked thoughtful. "That should be long enough to clear the infection up. I'll prescribe some medication. However," the doctor paused. "However?" "To be truthful, I think that unless you do something different, the infection will reoccur and most likely spread. And if it does, it will get worse, a lot worse." "You said we should try something different. What would you suggest?" Nikki asked. The doctor glanced first at Leigh then back to Nikki. "This is just a suggestion, mind you, but how long does he intend to be a female impersonator?" "Leigh is an actor, doctor, not a female impersonator! When the play is over, he'll be back living as a man and wearing men's clothing as before!" Nikki protested. "Well then, just forget I said anything." "I would like to hear what you suggest, Doctor. After all, it's my body! To answer your question, the play is sold out for the next 18 months, and there is a good possibility for another six months after that." "That should be enough time to justify the expense and effort." "What would?" "Implants. It's a simple outpatient procedure. You wouldn't have to worry about adverse reactions to adhesive, infections or-" he laughed. "Your breasts falling out of your bra at the most awkward moment." Leigh looked thoughtful while Nikki frowned. "When you no longer need them, you can always have them removed," the Doctor added casually. "That too is an outpatient procedure." "What's the recovery time?" "Believe it or not, about three days. You'll have to wear a surgical bra for a week after that. But that should be enough for you to heal enough to start wearing regular bras. If you would like to exercise that option, I can ask my associate Dr. Johnson, to schedule you sometime next week. That should give you enough time to fully recover. I would also recommend that you go on a daily dose of estrogen and progestogen. Besides, improving your skin, softening it and you'll have some sensitivity in your breasts." "Hormones? I don't think so," Nikki said. "Nikki, I'm not talking 'change your sex' level dosages. Something more on the line of birth control pills. As long as his testicles are producing testosterone it would be sufficient to counteract any adverse effects of the female hormones. Even it wasn't, it would take a long time, years before any significant changes in his body became evident." "We'll talk it over and get back with you," Nikki said, not pleased with what the doctor had suggested. -0-0-0- "You're not seriously considering that, are you?" Nikki asked. "I really don't see any other viable option, Nikki. Frankly, the thought having real breasts scares me to death. I'm already living almost full time as a woman. If I have breast implants, it will be full time. I'm not sure I want to do that." Leigh was quiet for a moment. "What do you think? If I have it done, what would become of us, of our marriage?" Nikki was silent, thinking of the consequences of Leigh suddenly having real breasts. He could no longer just take off the hip pads and plop the falsies out when he returned home and revert to some semblance of "maleness". Like it or not, with breasts, even without the hip and butt padding he'd have to be a woman 24/7. That would require some significant adjustments, both for Leigh and herself. She didn't know how she would react to that, although, she reasoned, somewhat irrationally, he would look better in his clothing, especially his nightgowns. Nikki almost giggled when that thought crossed her mind. She weighed the pros and cons for a long time. The argument boiled down to one thing, was her fear that he may have bigger breasts than hers, worth more than Leigh's health? Finally, she made a decision. "Frankly, I wouldn't be thrilled, especially if your boobs are bigger than mine. But, as I've said since we started all this, and again when your birth certificate was changed to read female, I'd love you even if you had a sex change for real." "I seem to recall that you also said that my balls belong to you," Leigh joked. "They do, and don't you forget it!" Nikki snapped. "You won't have them cut off unless I personally do it! And believe me, the knife will be very dull." Nikki smiled her sweet smile that clearly said she wasn't kidding. "In fact, before we see the doctor again, I want to have a signed power of attorney for your health care." "Okay. But why do you want that?" "Because, I want control over your balls for real!" Nikki said sharply. She paused and continued in a softer tone of voice, "Don't worry, I will never approve their removal... unless you really piss me off!" "Yes, dear, anything you say, dear,... Other than your Grandfather, know any good attorneys?" Leigh laughed. "Okay, much against my better judgement, let's call the doctor back and schedule the procedure. My only concern is how will we pay for it. Ten thousand is a big chunk of money. All of the corporation's assets are committed in investments and we don't have that much in savings." "Nikki, money won't be a problem. My contract has a medical clause, remember? They will pay for the whole thing, just like they did for Patricia's delivery." They made an appointment with Doctor Johnson to discuss the procedure. The doctor was very through, taking measurements of Leigh's chest, height and weight. The final step was to take pictures of Leigh's torso, frontal and in profile. Once they were loaded into the doctor's computer, he photo-shopped images of several different breast shapes and sizes. Even to Nikki it was obvious that a "C" cup would look the most realistic. Although Leigh's breasts would be larger than her "B" cup breasts, she agreed to the size. -0-0-0- "How do you feel, honey?" Nikki asked as Leigh slowly came out of the anesthesia. Leigh mumbled incoherently, obviously still under the influence of the anesthesia. She decided that she would have to wait a while longer before she could ask how he was feeling. Nikki looked at the bandages around Leigh's chest. Although they looked like he had "D" sized breasts, she knew that they were only a "C", slightly larger than her own, but well-proportioned to his slightly larger and taller body.. What she didn't understand was why there was another bandage just under his chin. She asked the nurse who was attending Leigh as he recovered from the surgery, "What is the bandage under his chin for?" The nurse glanced at Leigh's chart. "Hum, in addition to the implants, she had a chondrolaryngoplasty procedure done." Alarmed, Nikki asked, "What in hell is a chondrolaryngoplasty?" The nurse smiled at Nikki's lack of medical knowledge. "It's commonly called tracheal shave. Uh, she had her Adam's Apple reduced to a more feminine size." "Did Leigh authorize that?" Nikki asked, wondering why he would even consider the surgery. The nurse smiled. "No, Doctor sometimes throws that in when he feels the patient will benefit from having it done. Usually, at no extra charge when he does implants in transgendered patients. It's a very quick and easy procedure." Nikki could only shake her head in wonder. She couldn't even correct the nurse about Leigh not being transgender. She was getting a little worried that he might, in fact, be one. -0-0-0- Nikki watched her "wife" as he cupped his "C" sized breasts. She was impressed with the doctor's work, while larger than hers, they were well shaped with a slight "pear" contour and a small amount of sag. The incisions located in Leigh's armpits, had been closed with medical adhesive instead of stitches and were nearly invisible. Overall, other than some bruising, they looked entirely normal for a woman of Leigh's age of thirty. "Wow, I never imagined that they were this heavy!" Leigh said. "Complaining already dear?" Nikki smirked. "That's why women, real women wear bras. Of course, we have the advantage of growing into them so it's not a shock when they mature. Don't worry, in a few years, you'll almost forget you have them. Well, except every morning when you put on your bra, or bang something against them. Or when some jerk talks to them instead of to your face. Then, there's the question of what bra to wear and what occasion. Don't forget, from now on, you'll have to wear a top when you go swimming or just working in the yard." "What bra do you think I should wear now?" Leigh asked, slightly overwhelmed. "Since we don't plan on going anywhere, why not just plain tee shirt bra. Or if you really don't want to go out, and since Patricia Ann is at her sleep over, you could forget the bra and we could slip into our nighty's. And," she batted her eyes hungerly, "pop some popcorn, and watch a movie." Leigh laughed, grabbed Nikki's hand as they went to the bedroom to change. Nikki's earlier speculation that with real breasts he would look spectacular in his nightgown had proven to be true. He looked hot! It was in the middle of the movie when Leigh turned to Nikki. "Did you know the doctor removed my Adam's Apple?" "Yes, I did." Nikki reached over and gently stroked his smooth neck. "I think it looks nice, very fem..." Nikki suddenly worried that Leigh was upset about the unauthorized surgery. "It looks natural," she concluded. Leigh's look turned serious. "Did you approve the surgery to have it done?" "Are you seriously asking me that? The answer is no, of course not!" "Then how did it happen?" "While you were recovering, I noticed the bandage and asked the nurse about it. She told me the surgeon often performs a tracheal shave as a curtesy when he does breast augmentation on transgendered women, He didn't charge for the procedure." Leigh sighed, "The damage's been done. Nothing we can do about it now. Just promise me one thing. If I have any more surgeries, you'll stop them before they remove anything really important. After all, they're your balls, and you should protect them at all costs!" Nikki giggled and gently rubbed Leigh's groin. "Since these are mine, I want to make sure they're still functional. Let's turn off the TV and retire to the bedroom and check them out. Tomorrow, we'll start you on your birth control pills." Leigh laughed. "I really don't think that I'll get pregnant if I don't take them." "Doctor's orders, dear." Nikki sighed, then laughed. "What's so funny?" "Just thinking how bizarre all this is. My husband, has bigger boobs than mine, he will be taking birth control pills, while I stopped taking mine a month ago." "You did?" Nikki just smiled. -0-0-0- "Honey, remember the night six weeks ago when you came home with your new pillows?" Seeing the blank look on Leigh's face, Nikki pantomimed cupping two humongous breasts. Leigh laughed, "I remember. What about it?" "Remember my comment about wanting to make sure 'my balls' were still functional?" Leigh laughed again. "I think we proved they were." "You don't know the half of it. Not only were they functional, they were extremely potent! It seems your birth control pills, didn't work, I'm pregnant!" "What? That's wonderful! Let's get a sitter for Patty, put on our LBD's and celebrate! No booze for you though." Although they drew some stares when they danced together, they enjoyed their night out. When they returned home, Leigh proved once again that "Nikki's balls" were working just fine! -0-0-0- "Twins?" Nikki showed him the print image of a sonogram. "And," Nikki continued excitedly, "two new members of your team, honey. We're having boys!" Leigh was initially ecstatic. His joy slowly cooled as he began to wonder what his boys would think when they were old enough to tell the difference between boys and girls. It wasn't every father who dressed and lived full time as a woman. He decided that he had a few years before it would become a problem. He wasn't worried about what his daughter Patricia thought about his dressing, he already knew. As far as she was concerned, her Daddy was special. He got to wear pretty dresses every day. -0-0-0- The emergency room nurses had thought nothing strange about a tall woman pushing a very pregnant woman in a wheelchair toward them at a dead run. They weren't even surprised when the tall woman exclaimed, "My husband is having twins, right now! Please help her!" Women having a baby was a major part of the hospital business. Unless there was extenuating circumstances, like bleeding, every step of the way had been horned into a fine science. A nurse took the wheelchair from Leigh and disappeared onto an elevator. Leigh wanted to follow, but was stopped by the admissions nurse. "Miss, you can go up to the maternity ward shortly. But first we need to have you fill out some paperwork," Leigh flinched when the word paperwork was mentioned. Leigh sighed; he had been here and had done that before with the birth of Patricia. He decided that he would not go down that rabbit hole again. "My name is not Miss! It's Mrs. Leigh Williamson, and that is my husband that just went up the elevator! Now, what paperwork do you need in order for me to go up to the maternity ward?" The Admissions nurse looked up, startled by the brisk tone of voice of the woman standing in front of the counter. "Uh, yes ma'am. Uh, Mrs. Williamson, I need your insur..." She was startled when Leigh dropped a copy on to her desk. "Yes, well, I need to know the father's name for the birth certificates." "The father's name is Leigh Renee Williamson," Leigh stated. The nurse looked up again. "That's spelled L. E. E. and R.E.N.E. correct?" "No, that's spelled L. E. I. G. H and R.E.N.E.E.! I am the father, and that's how I spell my name." The nurse looked up again, obviously confused. How could this attractive woman be the father of the baby? She wondered. Sighing mentally to herself, she carefully wrote Leigh's name on the certificate. "Anything else? If not I'll go up and see my husband." The nurse nodded. As she watched Leigh walk to the elevator she shook her head. She wondered if there had been a medical discovery that allowed a woman to impregnate another woman. If there had been she certainly hadn't heard of it. Of course, after same sex marriages became legal, anything was possible, she supposed. She shook her head again; I'm getting too old for this, she decided. -0-0-0- When Leigh reached the third floor and the maternity ward, Nikki was almost ready to go to the delivery room. The nurse who was assisting Nikki saw Leigh exit the elevator. "Mrs. Williamson?" Leigh nodded. "Would you care to accompany your, uh, husband to the delivery room? If so, you'll need to put some scrubs on before you can go in." The nurse, who was much younger than the admissions nurse, was not fazed by same sex marriages. It wasn't the first lesbian couple that had resorted to artificial insemination to have a child. She was wrong of course, but she didn't know that. She waited while Leigh pulled on a pair of scrub pants and top. The nurse smiled and beckoned Leigh to follow her to the delivery room. "I see you made it this time," a sweaty and haggard looking Nikki said, looking up at Leigh. He smiled and took her hand in his, he began rubbing it reassuringly. "I knew how to beat the system this time," he chuckled, then winced when Nikki tried to squeeze his hand into pulp. "It's coming!" Nikki grunted through clenched teeth. The attending doctor confirmed Nikki's pronouncement. "They sure are! Nurse get ready. One more push Nikki, and the first one will be out!" Nikki voiced something between a wordless groan and a screaming grunt! Leigh who had been standing where he could witness the birth directly, suddenly felt everything go black. The doctor who literally had his hands full of a baby, glanced down at Leigh laying on the floor out like a light. "Would someone check her? I think she hit her head pretty hard when she fell." Later the doctor wondered about the incident. It was extremely rare that a woman would faint while watching a birth. This younger generation of women have gotten just too soft, he decided. Not like women of his day! -0-0-0- "How are you feeling?" Nikki asked, looking up at leigh's bandage on his forehead. Leigh looked at his "husband" laying in the hospital bed. "That should be the question I ask you. How are you feeling?" "Like I just gave birth to a couple of watermelons." Nikki smiled. She reached out and Leigh took her hand. "I'm glad you were with me this time; I don't know how I could have gone through that without you being there." "I wish I could have been a bigger help instead of laying on the floor out cold." "One of the nurses told me that passing out isn't uncommon for the fathers. Don't worry about it. Just knowing you were there was enough." "Nikki," Leigh began slowly. "I really didn't want to tell you this but I can't think of anytime would be easier." "Is this about my Grandfather dying? I knew about it two days ago." "I'm so sorry..." "Don't be. I quit caring about the old bastard the day we received all that terrible paperwork." "Remember Miss Jones? The woman who witnessed and notarized the paperwork?" "I remember her. What about her?" "She asked if she could stop by and talk. She said she had some important information she wanted to share," Leigh said. "You don't have to, if you don't want. But she sounded sincere." "Call her back and let her know we'll be available next Monday." -0-0-0- Miss Jones looked much the same as she had six years earlier. The only difference this time was that she was smiling. "Miss Jones, please come in," Leigh said. "Nikki is in the living room. Would you care for something to drink? Coffee, tea or,..." "I'll have a scotch with a dash of water if you have it," she interrupted Leigh abruptly. "You do have scotch, don't you Mrs. Williamson?" Taken by surprise, Leigh stuttered a bit before he said, "Uh, yes. Well, okay, I think I'll join you. It's been a stressful week." A few minutes later Leigh and Nikki were sitting on the couch across from Miss Jones. She took a sip of her scotch and water and smiled. "Good drink, good scotch and just a dash of water, just the way I like them." She smiled and raised her glass. "I didn't have chance to say this while your Grandfather was alive, so, please forgive me for the lateness of this. Congratulations on your wedding Ms. And Mrs. Nikki Williamson! May your marriage be a long and happy one." Miss Jones downed her drink, smiled and put the empty glass on the coffee table. Nikki and Leigh waited while she settled back in her chair. "The first thing I want, no I need to say, is that I'm so sorry I played even a small role in that despicable trick your grandfather played on you. I wanted no part of it and I told Ted so when he told me what he was going to do. But, I regret to say that I would have lost my job and more, if I hadn't caved." "Miss Jones, if grandpa told you what he was going to do, did he tell you why?" "Yes, and that's part of why I'm here." Miss Jones reached into her purse and pulled out a large envelope. The first thought that crossed Leigh's mind, was here we go again. "Before I go into the why, Nikki, you should know that he left you very little in his last will. Most of his fortune and the bulk of his estate, with the exception of the groundskeeper's house, went to charity. You are to have the groundskeeper's house and the land it sits on, if you wish. If not, it too will go to charity. His law firm wasn't entirely his own. A couple of months before he died he signed over controlling interest of the firm to the senior partners." Nikki, having received inside information from some friends in the firm, had known the general provisions of the will and that he had liquidated his interest in the firm. The informant either hadn't known or couldn't share the information about the groundskeeper's house. She wasn't disappointed that only thing her grandfather left her was the house and grounds. Even as a child she had loved the large 20's craftsman style bungalow. Because it was the groundskeeper's home, the three acres it sat on, were the most beautiful part of the estate. "I know for a fact that initially he planned on leaving the firm to you. However, when he found out Leigh was dressing in women's clothing he was extremely upset. He was convinced that Leigh was going in the same direction as an old childhood friend had gone some twenty years earlier. The friend's name was, well his real name isn't important any more. Your grandfather never got over it when he had a sex change. The name she chose, is one you should be familiar with, was Elliana." Leigh and Nikki looked at each other in surprise. "Grandpa said he'd known Elliana, but he never said how," Nikki said. "His intention, however misguided by his fears for you and the firm may have been, was to protect you from what he felt was a selfish person that cared nothing for you, even less about the firm, because of his," Miss Jones glanced at Leigh, "desire to become a woman as Elliana had." "When he asked you two if you loved each other, he did not believe you, thinking that you were merely trying to protect your baby's future. I think that he felt that he had to act to separate the two of you. Consequently, he went forward with his efforts to destroy you, Leigh." Miss Jones laughed softly. "I have to admit I, and a lot of other people were delighted when you married again as a same sex couple. Your marriage completely railroaded your grandfather's plan." "He was devastated when he attended a performance of 'Elliana' and saw that he had been wrong about the character of the 'real' Elliana. He finally saw, through your wonderful performance, the Elliana he thought he knew, wasn't the selfish person who didn't care about others." "Serves him right. But the damaged he did to both Leigh and me is inexcusable. I don't think that anything he could have done, would have made me feel any worse." Nikki leaned over to Leigh and placed her hand on his hairless leg. She gently stroked it for a moment, bringing a smile to Leigh. "However, in spite of what that old bastard did, I think our marriage, has become stronger because of it." "Of that, I have no doubt. But, I'm not here to make amends for your grandfather's intolerance and ignorance. I know nothing could excuse that. What I'm here for is something entirely different. The partners of your grandfather's law firm asked me to represent them in this." Miss Jones handed Nikki the envelope. Nikki slowly opened the envelope, dreading what it contained. She looked inside, then looked up at Miss Jones, confused. "All the partners knew what your grandfather did to you and Leigh. But they, like myself, were powerless to stop him, even though they tried. They felt guilty and wished to make amends for their failure to stop it. They got together earlier this month and agreed to give you 10% of the value of each of the partnerships. The letters are individual apologies from each of the partners. The check represents the equivalent value of a full partnership for a year." Nikki looked again at the check; it was for six million dollars. The second document was the deed to the groundskeeper's house. "Again, I hope that your marriage will be long and happy." Miss Jones smiled, excused herself and left Nikki and Leigh sitting on the couch in stunned silence. A week later, they moved from their cramped apartment to the spacious groundskeeper's house on her Grandfather's old estate. -0-0-0- The play was closing after five years and 1470 performances. Leigh's salary and profit sharing during the production was over $9 million, making him one of the highest paid actors in the legitimate theater. The corporation was making money beyond Leigh and Nikki's expectations. Patricia was 6 and had just entered first grade. The twins, William and Steven, had just turned three. The children were in their beds, sound asleep. Leigh and Nikki in their night clothes, were having a quiet glass of wine and discussing the closing of the play. "Well, are you sorry the play has closed?" Nikki asked. Leigh regarded his wine glass for a moment. He glanced up at Nikki. "Not in the least. We've made a good living while it was in production, but we've made even more money with the corporation. I will miss the work, but I won't miss some of my fellow actors." "Now what are you going to do?" Leigh looked down at his breasts under his nightgown. "I'm going to follow the doctor's suggestion, and have these removed. Then, I'm going on a shopping spree. Boxers and ties from now on." Nikki laughed, "You've been living as a woman every day for what, six and a half years. Think you can just flip a switch and poof, you're a man again?" Leigh continued to look down at his breasts. "To be truthful, I don't know. But you know, I think I'll miss these." Nikki smiled, and patted his smooth hairless leg poking out from the hem of his waltz length nightgown. "You know, as much as I was against you getting the implants, I've grown to like how they look on you, even if they are bigger than mine!" "You're not jealous are you?" Leigh laughed. "More wine?" Nikki asked, ignoring the question. She poured some into her glass. Leigh held out his. When she filled Leigh's glass half full, she started. "Oh, I almost forgot, you received a package today." "What was it?" "I don't know. Let me get it and we'll both find out." Nikki got up and disappeared into the kitchen. A moment later she returned with a cardboard box about the same size as a ream of standard letter size paper and half as thick. Leigh leaned back. "I'm not sure I want to open that, not after the last time we had a package that size." Nikki looked at the return address. "I think we're safe, the return address is from some production company in Studio City." "What? A production company?" Leigh asked puzzled. "Let's open it and see what it is." Nikki got a letter opener from her desk. Leigh carefully slit the tape sealing the box. He worked the lid of the box off and stared at the contents. "What is it, honey?" Leigh flipped the box over and allowed the contents to slide out on to the table. He turned everything upright. "It's a script! Wait, there's a letter too." Leigh took a moment to skim the first page of the two-page letter. "I'll be damned! They want me to read the script and let them know if I'd be interested in auditioning for a part in a movie!" He picked up the script and began reading it Nikki held out her hand. "Let me read the letter." Leigh picked it up and handed it to Nikki, his eyes never left the script. Nikki who was far more detail orientated than Leigh, took the time to read both pages, not once, but twice. She laid the letter on the table and watched Leigh with interest as he skimmed the script. He had learned years ago how to "read between the lines" of a script by ignoring everything but the dialog. Eventually he put the script down, having read less than a quarter. "Well, it looks interesting. It's political mystery story. From what I've read so far, it has some strong characters. I think I'd like to audition for the part of Sam. That seems to be one of the key characters, I'll give them a call tomorrow and let them know that I'll be available next Friday." "Why next Friday?" "That should give me enough time to have these removed and have some recovery time," he said cupping his breasts. "Leigh, darling. I think that you should read the letter." Leigh looked at Nikki, sensing that something he had assumed was wrong. "What?" "I don't think you really want the part of Sam." "Why not, that seems to be the best role." "That may be. But there's one thing you need to know." "What?" "Sam's full name is Samantha. They want you to read for the female lead." "Oh, fuck!" Leigh swore and tossed the script on to the table. "And it was looking like a good part too." He quickly drained his wine glass. "I'm going to bed. Care to join me?" Leigh asked as he held his hand out to Nikki. Nikki smiled and allowed him to help her off the couch. Moments later they were in bed doing what young couples do when they've had a long day and a few glasses of wine. They were sound asleep within minutes. -0-0-0- Nikki was cleaning up after the children's breakfast when Leigh walked into the kitchen. "Well, I see you finally got up. Sit down and I'll fix you some bacon and eggs." Nikki, who had eaten with the children earlier, sat down next to Leigh and took a sip of coffee as he ate his breakfast. She regarded him for a moment. "What time did you get up to finish the script?" Leigh took a sip of coffee' and thought for a moment. "Around midnight. I finished it about 4:30 AM." "Well?" "It's a wonderful part, Sam is a strong no-nonsense character. In fact, she's the main character, and appears in 75% of the movie. Nikki, I really want this part!" "Oh, honey, you realize what it means if you get the part don't you?" "Yeah, I know," he said softly. He looked at Nikki searching her eyes for a reaction. He only saw sadness. He quickly tried to reassure her that it wasn't as bad as it seemed. "Nikki, it's not like the play. The letter says that they're anticipating a shooting schedule of less than three months. It's a low budget movie, only 4.5 million. However, if I get the part they've guaranteed me a salary of $1 million and 3% of the gross. Potentially, another $5 million or more. " Nikki just smiled, knowing that her husband would be a woman for another five or six months. She would just have to grin and bear it a little longer. "There's one thing, though," Leigh said slowly. Nikki sighed. "What do you need to do this time?" "Well, there are a lot of extreme closeup scenes. Ordinary theatrical makeup isn't good enough to hide my whiskers, no matter how close I shave." "So, your beard goes away forever!" Nikki sighed. "I'm sorry, honey, but considering the money they're offering..." Nikki stroked Leigh's facial stubble. "Well, I can't say I'll miss it much. Okay, make your appointments with Annie." -0-0-0- That had been twenty-one years ago. That first movie led to another, then a cinema epic that became a trilogy. Another twenty-five movies, mostly action flicks, followed. They were in addition to a couple of stage plays, one of which was a revival of "Elliana!". It ran almost a year. Once Leigh came to the attention of the paparazzi, he found it necessary to wear his hip and butt padding nearly full time, even while he was at home. There were numerous guest appearances on late night TV and a small, but notable, part in a TV series. All of the performances featured Ms. Leigh Wilson, an accomplished and versatile actress. The only odd thing about any of her contracts, reviewed and approved before hand by Nikki of course, was that there would be no nude scenes. If a full nude scene was absolutely essential to the plot, a body double was to be used, No exception! When asked why, the reply was always the same. It was a matter of privacy, her body was hers, and not something to be shared with anyone. The reality was, of course, that it would have been impossible to hide his hip and rear padding. At least it would have been in the beginning. -0-0-0- About 7 years after Leigh had his implants and being on a nearly daily dosage of birth control pills since then, he realized that his hip and butt padding had become increasingly tighter, as if they had shrunk in the wash. Almost uncomfortably so, When he complained to Nikki she just smiled. "That's because you've gained weight, dear." "I have? Where?" "In your hips and butt. If you don't believe me, try on the shorts I bought you last week. They're on your dresser" Out of sheer habit before putting on a pair of panties, he adjusted his penis between his legs and pushed his testicles up into his lower abdomen. Twelve years ago, when he first started adjusting himself, it was uncomfortable. Now, after concealing his genitals nearly every day for up to 18 hours a day, it was far from uncomfortable. It just was. What was even odder, was that when the constant pressure of the hip/butt padding was removed, they no longer returned to their normal position without some "prompting". Leigh found the khaki Bermuda length shorts on top of his dresser. He held them up and looked closely at them. They were unquestionably women's shorts. The waist looked about what he would normally wear without the hip padding. They also looked too large to fit without the padding. Shrugging his shoulders, he unzipped the fly and pulled them on. Much to his surprise, they fit like they were made for him. -0-0-0- Nikki looked up as Leigh came into the living room. "Turn around, honey, let me see the back." There was a moment of silence, then Nikki spoke softly. "Leigh, honey, I,... I'm sorry, but you look just like a woman from the back. Even better than when you're wearing your padding," she hesitated for a second, "and to be truthful, you look like a woman in front as well.' Leigh looked at her in confusion. "Well, I've been living and working as a woman for the last twelve years, I should look like one." "No, dear. Until about six months ago there were 'tells' that hinted you were really a male. Of course, most of that was because I've seen you naked every day. One day, it suddenly dawned on me that the 'tells' were gone. It bothered me for a month or so, before I realized that you were becoming more feminine both in your figure and, believe it or not, your personality. My God, Leigh, you even smell like a woman!" "I smell like a woman? What do you mean, I smell like a woman?" "Your body and urine odor have changed. The only way I can describe it is you used to have a 'cheesey' odor, now it's fruitier. Let me ask you a question or two. Have you noticed that you don't sweat as much as you use to? Or that you're not as strong as you used to be? Or, your muscles have become smoother?" Leigh looked at his arms, then down at his legs. They did appear to be sleeker, and the muscles less well defined. "Okay, I see what you mean. What's causing it?" "I think it's obvious. It's the result of those dammed birth control pills you've been taking!" "But Dr. Johnson said that they were low dosage, and not the 'change your sex' potency! There shouldn't have been any adverse effects." Nikki sighed. "You've been taking them for years. Leigh, even low doses will eventually have some effect on your body. Haven't you noticed that we haven't had sex lately? Or when we do, you have problems remaining erect?" Leigh looked down in embarrassment, and nodded. He started to say something when Nikki continued. "You know I love you. I don't mean to embarrass you, but we need to face the truth about what's going on with your body. Do you know when you ejaculate in me, what drains out is thin and nearly clear. Honey, something is seriously wrong with you." Leigh, who was normally a decisive individual didn't know what to say. "Honey, you haven't seen a doctor in years. I think we need to see one today." -0-0-0- Three hours later, Leigh found himself naked from his waist down, semi- reclining on an exam table, his bare heels resting in the exam table's stirrups and his legs spread apart. It was a position that Nikki was very familiar with, having had a number of exams for "female" issues. Ironically, the exams had been performed by the same doctor that was examining Leigh. Dr. Roberts was sitting on a small stool between Leigh's spread apart legs. Nikki was standing slightly to the side of Leigh's left leg watching the doctor as he gently manipulated Leigh's genitals'. If it wasn't so serious, Nikki would have laughed at the image. Leigh was impassively watching what the doctor was doing. He started when the doctor abruptly dropped his hands and slid his stool backward. "What do you think?" Nikki and Leigh asked simultaneously. The doctor looked up and told Leigh to get dressed. He would talk to both of them in his office. "Well, there's good news and bad news," Doctor Roberts began after Nikki and Leigh sat down in his office. "Which would you like to hear first?" "Just lay it out," Nikki said. "All right Leigh, to put it bluntly, you are sterile, most likely permanently. Nikki has more or less confirmed that when she told me that your ejaculate is thin and clear. You are not producing spermatozoa. I'll have to get a sample to confirm this of course, but I think it's a forgone conclusion that everything has shut down. You are also exhibiting female fat distribution, i.e. thicker thighs and butt. According to Nikki, you've even had some increase in your breast size. Your stated loss of muscle definition as well as a significant reduction in strength, is another indicator. There are other signs that you say you've noticed, such as a reduction in body hair." "What caused the changes?" Nikki asked. "Dr. Johnson assured us that the birth control pills wouldn't have an adverse effect on his body." "Okay, here's what I think has happened. By themselves the birth control pills shouldn't have affected his body, or at least not to the degree they've reached. Leigh's testicles should have produced enough testosterone to control the estrogen. However, that hormone 'control' does not take into consideration the fact he has pushed them up into his abdomen for lengthy periods every day for years. In order for Leigh's testicles to function correctly, they should be at least 4 or 5 degrees cooler than his normal body temperature. Too hot and they just shut down. We need to do some blood test to make sure, but I'm positive they are no longer producing testosterone." He sighed and looked at Leigh. "Even though your testicles are still in place, you have effectively castrated yourself. I'm sorry, I don't think I can do anything to reverse the condition." "What about testosterone shots or pills?" Nikki asked, still shaken by the diagnosis. "No, sorry. Believe it or not, that will just increase the estrogen in his system." "Is there anything we can do?" "I don't mean to sound insensitive, but the way I see it, Leigh can do one of two things, have sex reassignment surgery and become the woman he appears to be, or do nothing and continue to live as he is. Neither fish nor fowl." Nikki didn't break down until they were in their car driving home. "I'm so, so sorry, Leigh! You made me guardian of your body and I totally screwed up. If I had been more observant or something, I would have... I should have..." "Nikki, stop blaming yourself! It's not your fault! You didn't push me into living as a woman, or forced me to wear the padding, nor did you make the decision of having implants and taking those dammed birth control pills. Well, since I've gained weight in my hips and butt. I won't need to wear the padding anymore. Maybe, that will help." "That night, because Nikki was feeling such guilt about Leigh's condition, she moved out of the master bedroom. Nothing Leigh could say or do could entice her to return to their bed. One night about a month later, Leigh was sound asleep when he was awakened by a hand caressing his left breast under his nightgown. ""Nikki?" he asked. "Yes, dear. I forgive you," Nikki said softly. "Don't forget to take your pill tomorrow." Leigh spent the rest of the night trying to figure out what he was being forgiven for. -0-0-0- It was a month before the 110th Independent Film Producers Awards ceremony was to be held. Nikki was having a serious conversation with her three children. "You all know that Daddy is up for a very important award for his last movie." The three nodded in unison. "He has told me that this will be the absolute last function he will attend as a woman. In fact, he'll be retiring from acting all together. He told me, he was tired of being limited to women's roles, and well, he's just tired." "I know your father is really proud of you for keeping his secret all this time. That goes for me as well. You know some of why he's had to pretend to be a woman for so many years. Someday, I promise, we'll all sit down and tell you the rest of the story. But right now, I have to ask the three of you to do me a huge favor." Nikki drew a deep breath, not sure if the kids would go along with her idea. "I think since Daddy is retiring, we need to show our full support and appreciation for all he's gone through to get where he is. After all, if he hadn't made what most men would consider an inconceivable sacrifice, we would not have the lifestyle we've enjoyed for years." She paused, forming her thoughts of what she was going to say. "What I would like for us to do for a few hours, is what Daddy's had to do for over twenty-five years. I think Daddy would appreciate us doing that." "What is it?" Patricia asked, as usual she was acting as spokesperson for herself and her brothers. "I think that we all need to dress up as the opposite sex. Think we can do that?" All three siblings nodded; the twins were slightly less enthusiastic than Patricia. "Patricia, you can wear what you usually do, slacks. I'd like you to go a little further and dress as if you were a young man. You'll need to get a man's tuxedo, men's dress shoes, etc. You won't be able to wear makeup or at least much. Nor can you wear your favorite jewelry including earrings." The twins snickered at the vision of their very girly sister dressed as a boy. They had completely forgotten that when they were younger, Patricia was a confirmed tomboy. She really didn't begin wearing dresses regularly until she was a junior in high school. Nikki turned to the twins. "I'm glad you're enjoying this. You'll be wearing formals, pantyhose, heels and your sister's old clip on earrings. Patricia will help you with your makeup and hair. She will also teach you how to be perfect sixteen-year-old girls." James looked at his twin and sighed, "At least we're going to be our own age." "Patricia, do you have anything that will fit your brothers so they can get used to wearing a dress?" Patricia got a wicked look in her eyes. "Oh, I think I can find something." "Be nice honey, this is for your father, remember!" Nikki warned. -0-0-0- Nikki was extremely pleased with how the kids turned out. In spite of her reservations, all three jumped into their 'let's support Daddy' with an enthusiasm that astounded her. The twins even had their ears pierced and eyebrows threaded. A few extensions in their hair gave them hair that fell below their shoulders. The plan was to have their hair styled the afternoon of the Awards show in to an elegant style that included elements of a high bun, with loose curls and a diamond (cubic zircon) hair band. Their undergarments were courteous of Patricia, who saw it as an opportunity to go shopping for new undies at Mom's expense. Foam rubber enhancers completed their "figures". With their prom dresses, (rented from a movie costume company), nylons, high heeled sandals and a little makeup, both boys made creditable and very cute teenaged girls. It wasn't until after the ceremony that Nikki began to wonder about how quickly they learned to walk so gracefully in three-inch heels. Patricia, on the other hand, stunned her. Because she was friends with a makeup artist, she'd had professional help. The beard and mustache were, of course completely fake. As was the "muscle" suit she would wear under her tux. Patricia had worn the muscle suit by itself to show Nikki. When Nikki first saw the suit, she was a little shocked. She looked questionably at Patricia. "Well, I figured that if Daddy could wear a fake bootie, I could wear something with six pack abs and great looking pecs!" Patricia didn't have her false beard and mustache on yet, so with her makeup still on, she looked like a girl from the neck up. From the neck down, however, she was a short muscular man, complete with "six pack abs, great looking pecs" and anatomically correct genitals. "You won't be able to wear panties with that thing," Nikki giggled looking at the flaccid penis. "Can you pee standing up with that monster?" Patricia just smiled. Even though the children were busy nearly every day for three weeks perfecting their "costumes", they managed to avoid detection by their father. In fact, they successfully concealed Nikki's little surprise until the very night of the ceremony. -0-0-0- Leigh had gone to the theater two hours early for a "pre-show rehearsal" where all the nominees were 'walked' through the presentation and acceptance speech protocol they would follow if they won their award. The walk through had lasted an hour, so with another hour to kill, the nominees were shown waiting areas, and in a few cases, individual dressing rooms. Leigh was in one of the little dressing rooms touching up his makeup and hair. He took the diamond and rich emerald colored chrome tourmaline necklace from its presentation box and fastened it around his neck. He adjusted its position so that the large 50 caret tourmaline, worth about $35,000 by itself, was perfectly centered over his cleavage. Satisfied, he removed the matching earrings from the case and inserted them in his ears. He sat for a moment just looking in the mirror at the impressive jewelry provided on loan to the IFPG staff specifically for Leigh to wear. It wasn't hard to believe that he was wearing nearly a half million dollars of "Jewelry by Fred" around his neck. The necklace was beautiful. If he had been the type of woman who threw fancy dress parties, he would have loved to own the necklace and earrings. If he had been a real woman, he would have had different values and goals. He wondered where he would have been if he hadn't accepted the role of Elliana. He probably wouldn't be where he was now. Would he still be an actor? Would he have been nominated for Best Actor in a Leading Role? He thought he might have, but given how fickle the public was, he could have just as well ended up as "the third male on the left" in the credits. He thought back to the singular event that led up to this night. If he hadn't signed the contract for the play "Elliana", Nikki's Grandfather wouldn't have felt it necessary to become involved with their life. It was regrettable that the "childhood friend" mentioned by Miss Jones, just happened to be his big brother John. It was even more regrettable that Grandfather, became so fearful that the man married to Nikki, his only granddaughter, would have a sex change as his idolized big brother had, that he felt the only way to deal with it was to destroy Terry and his marriage. Perhaps if Nikki's Grandfather hadn't been suffering from the onset of senility and identity confusion, the outcome would have been very different. In retrospect, it was hard to believe how na?ve both he and Nikki had been to just sign all the paperwork her Grandfather had prepared for them. Granted, her Grandfather had offered to let Terry read the documents. If he had, and had discovered the deception, would a man who was so powerful that he routinely manipulated both Judges and juries most of his life find another way to ruin him? Leigh thought it was entirely possible. And, he shuddered to think, it could have been worse, much worse. -0-0-0- His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the dressing room door. "Come in," he called out. He was expecting one of the pages to tell him how much time he had before he had to take his seat in the audience. The door opened and instead of the expected female page, Nikki walked in. The first thing he noticed was that Nikki was wearing the tuxedo she had worn when they married the second time. "Well, well, what's this?" Leigh asked. "Just showing my support for you when you win the award tonight," Nikki smiled. "That tux brings back fond memories of our second honeymoon. If I remember correctly, you were a real tiger that first night." "Of course, I was, I was exercising my husbandly responsibilities of deflowering my shy virgin wife," Nikki responded smiling. Leigh laughed. "I was hardly a virgin that night. If I remember correctly, you had just given birth to our daughter not long before we had our second wedding." Nikki laughed. "Darling, you may not have been a virgin as my husband, but as my wife, you certainly were. Although, I will have to admit, you weren't the least bit shy when we went to bed." "No, I wasn't was I?" Leigh laughed. "I'd give you a big kiss, except I've won't have time to re-apply my makeup." "That's okay dear, we'll have a lot of time to mess it up after tonight." Nikki smiled. "But, I almost forgot, the kids are here to wish you good luck." She walked to the door and opened it. "Come on in guys." Leigh almost fell out of his chair when he saw the twins. If he hadn't known who they were, he would have thought they were a couple of teenage girls. He cast a critical eye, horned by many years of dressing as a woman himself. Their makeup was perfect for their age, understated but well done. Their hair, which he knew had to have hair extensions, was piled high in a fancy "going to the prom" style. Even the odd color polish on their fingers and toes screamed teen girls. What really was the clincher was that they're look of young teens on their first real date, kind of combination of "nervous and yet excited". Leigh looked a little closer. "You guys pierced your ears?" Both looked a little sheepish. "If you don't mind me saying it, you two are beautiful," Leigh said as the twins blushed. Leigh suddenly noticed the shorter figure standing behind the twins. For a second he did not recognize the stocky, bearded man. Seeing he was confused, Patricia spoke, "Hi, Daddy. What do you think?" She asked as she slowly turned around. Patricia in her muscle suit and tux appeared to be a buff college student. Shaking his head, he replied, "I wish I had looked that good when I was your age." He was only half kidding. They chatted for a few minutes more, until they were interrupted by a page. "Ten minutes, Miss Wilson. The show starts in ten minutes." Nikki ushered the kids out, "Go find our seats, I'll be out in a minute." As soon as the kids left, Nikki closed the door. "Are you really going to 'out' yourself if you win tonight?" Leigh nodded. "Yes, I am. I think I've lived like this for long enough." "You realize you'll probably never work as an actor again, don't you?' "I don't care. There are hundreds of jobs behind the cameras that I can do. If I have my choice, though, I think I'd like trying directing." "And, you would be great doing that, too." Nikki smiled. The two looked at each other for a moment or two, both deep in thought. The page returned to interrupt the strained silence. "Well, I suppose that the only thing left to say is 'break a leg', dear." Nikki gave Leigh a careful hug, not wanting to disturb his makeup, then left to find her seat in the audience. Leigh nodded his thanks to her parting back. He wiped a small tear from his cheek, checked his makeup again and followed her to his own seat next to her. -0-0-0- "... and that, ladies and gentlemen, while I am so thrilled and honored to not only be nominated but to have been voted by my peers as 'Best Actress in a Leading Roll'. I cannot in good conscious accept it." With tears in his eyes, Leigh waved to the audience and walked off stage, followed by his family. The stunned program's director and producers looked at each other and decided that they needed to go to an unscheduled commercial. Right now! The commercial, hastily selected began: "Are you suffering from the burn and itch of hemorrhoids?..." The Awards' Director shuddered and threw up his hands in defeat. How could a well-planned program get so screwed up so quickly? He decided that as soon as the show was over he was going to get stinking drunk! -0-0-0- The Master of Ceremony, a young woman dressed in an elegant gown and looking frankly shell shocked, was waiting for the horrible hemorrhoid commercial to end and the signal to start. The tinny voice in her ear piece began the countdown. "Three, two, one,..... we're live! Although I don't the fuck know why!" "Welcome back to the 110th Independent Film Producers Awards." There was a long pause, while the Master of Ceremony collected her thoughts. "Ladies and gentlemen, I really don't know what to say. We have just heard Ms. Leigh Wilson, one of filmdom's leading actresses make an astounding admission. She, or rather he, has just revealed that for the last twenty plus years, he had been masquerading as a woman for all most her, his, acting career. Since she, sorry this is so hard to believe, he, has admitted to being a male, the IFPG's board of directors has unanimously voted to give the Best Actress in a Leading Role to the actress who received the next highest votes. The winner is Malissa Young." The audience's applause was polite but sporadic. As a stunned Malissa Young slowly walked to the stage, most of the audience rose and left the theater. Nothing, not even the yet to be awarded "Best Actor in a Leading Role" or "Best Picture" could top the stunning confession they had just heard! Thirty seconds later, almost before Malissa Young could even reach the stage, the credits rolled and the show went off the air. Malissa Young, a fine actress in her own right, forever more became known as "The Other One" or "TOO' for short. The final awards; "Best Actor in a Leading Role" and "Best Picture" were completely forgotten until a small newspaper article announced the winners appeared in a theatrical trade publication a week later. The tabloids, on the other hand, where busy for weeks with people coming forth saying that they had known Leigh's secret for years. Leigh knew none of the individuals identified in the "newspapers", and suspected as most others did, the 'longtime friends" didn't have the slightest connection with the "real" Leigh Renee Wilson. -0-0-0- Leigh turned off their TV, having just watched a recording of the Awards show. Nikki turned to Leigh. "Wow! You can't say you don't know how to make a dramatic exit!" "Hey, I'm still a ham at heart, what did you expect?" Leigh laughed. "Any regrets?" Leigh thought for a moment. "Yes, several. The biggest regret is that because of my obsession with furthering my career, I denied you the opportunity of having another child." Nikki started to protest, but Leigh held up his hand to stop her. "Nikki, I know you better than you think. When you said you 'forgave' me after that meeting with Dr. Roberts, it took me a while to realize what you were forgiving me for. I'm truly sorry, honey that I screwed up our lives like that." Nikki leaned over and gave Leigh a kiss. "I still forgive you," she said softly. "The other regret is also related to my obsession with my career. Because of the direction my acting career took, I forced you into what most think of being a lesbian relationship. I know that it cost you some old friends and at least one family member." "To be truthful, I was bothered at first," Nikki admitted. "After I thought about it, I realized they weren't the 'friends' I really wanted to be associated with. No big loss," Nikki smiled. "You know, thinking about it, you were, and still are, the best 'girlfriend' I ever had. I love you very much, sweetheart!" Leigh laughed and gave Nikki a deep kiss. "I have to admit, Nikki. You've been the best 'husband' a girl like me could ever have hoped for." Nikki winked. "And don't you ever forget it!" "Nikki? I've told you my regrets. Do you have any?" "Just one, beloved, just one." "Which is?" Leigh asked, not really sure if he wanted to know the answer. "Well, to be honest, my only regret is that I've never been able to convince you that shopping for clothes is fun! Which it is!" Leigh rolled his eyes and sighed. -0-0-0- Nikki had been right those many years ago, Leigh had real problems going back to living as a male. Finally, Nikki, who had grown comfortable with their unique lifestyle, suggested that he just continue living as a woman. Leigh protested, but not very strenuously. In the end, he finally admitted to himself, that he no longer knew how to be a man. He had some success in directing a couple of documentaries on the stigma and hazards of being a transgendered individual. To be truthful, he missed the excitement of opening night. Much to his and Nikki's surprise, he received a call from a casting director about a couple of parts in an upcoming movie. Calls like this hadn't been uncommon before the IFP awards show, but were rare now. The casting director wasn't interested in Leigh, she was interested in the twins. She had parts for twin teen girls in a movie that his "daughters" would be perfect for. Since the "girls" were obviously minors, she felt that she should discuss it with their parents first. Leigh said he would talk to them about the parts, and let her know. Neither Leigh or Nikki were surprised when the twins jumped at the chance of being in a movie, even if they had to pretend to be girls. Those parts, like the Elliana part for Leigh years before, became the start of their careers. Although Leigh swore that he would never become a "stage mother", he carefully monitored their fledgling careers. For the most part, Leigh quickly faded from the public's immediate memory. -0-0-0- It had been nearly a year since the 110th IFP Awards show and Leigh's "outing". Leigh came in from the kitchen, having just finished putting away the groceries from her run to the supermarket as Nikki hung up the telephone. "You will never guess who that was!" Nikki said excitedly. "I have no idea. Who was it?" Leigh asked as he sat down next to Nikki. He kicked off his ballet flats and wiggled his toes a few times. He wished the shoes had just a little more cushioning. His feet were beginning to hurt from his walking around in the grocery store. "It was the chairman of the Independent Film Producers Guild."' Leigh wasn't that impressed. "What did old 'not in my films' want?" "Remember that award you turned down?" "Hum, let me think," Leigh said as he placed a finger to the side of his head. "Oh, yeah, I remember, wasn't it Best Actress in a Leading Role? Why, I believe it was!" He said brightly. Nikki rolled her eyes. "Once a ham, always a ham! Can you be serious for a moment?" "Sorry. What did he want?" "Well, short story, he wants you to be present at the next awards show. He said, that if at all possible, you should be in your 'girl' mode." Leigh looked down at his snug fitting cropped skinny jeans and his well filled bra under his tank top. He studied his painted toe nails for a second. "That shouldn't be a problem. Did he say why?" "He said that you were going to get an award." "An award? On TV? Damn it, I don't have a thing to wear!" Leigh sighed. "Looks like we're going shopping again, honey," Nikki laughed. "Won't that be fun!" Leigh just rolled his eyes. Even after more than twenty years of living as a woman, Leigh still hated shopping for clothing. -0-0-0- The Master of Ceremony, a handsome young man wearing a dark navy suit with a pink carnation in his lapel, was waiting for the signal to start. The tinny voice in his ear piece began the countdown. "Three, two, one,..... we're live!" "Welcome back to the 111th Independent Film Producers Guild Awards. For those of you who saw our award show last year, you will remember that the Best Actress in a Leading Role Award was awarded to, and subsequently refused by one of film's most critically acclaimed actresses. That actress, Ms. Leigh Renee Wilson is here tonight. She is to receive the prestigious Lifetime Achievement Award for her work in film, stage and television. Here to present the award is Mr. Leroy Stark, the current president of the Independent Film Producers Guild. "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen. I am extremely honored to be able to present this award to Ms. Wilson for her lifetime achievements, not only in Film, Stage and Television, but in her personal life as well. For over twenty-five years, almost the entire span of her career, she not only successfully mastered every female role she played; she was successful in living as a woman full time, while in reality she was, and still is, biologically a male. She was so successful that only a very small handful of people knew she was not what she appeared to be. That is truly amazing acting, both on and off screen." "Although when she refused the Best Actress in a Leading Role award last year, it caused a little bit of confusion." The audience, remembering the previous year's award show debacle, broke into laughter at this point. "Well, more than a little, I have to admit." There was more laughter. Mr. Stark waited until it died down before continuing his speech. "We must acknowledge her honesty in her refusal of the recognition of her award-winning performance of a woman that was, ironically, a notorious liar and embezzler in real life. Make no mistake, however, Ms. Wilson legitimately won by a wide margin of votes." "We also have to admire her confession of living in what most would believe is an uncongenial life. In spite of living as a woman, her wife, yes she is legally married to a woman, and her children have all testified that she was very much a good husband and a great father when she wasn't on screen." "For these and many other reasons, we, the Board of Directors and I have decided that she more than deserves the 'Lifetime Achievement Award'." Female off screen announcer: To remind our viewers, last year Ms. Wilson was awarded the Best Actress in a Leading Role award. Her reason for the refusal of the award was given in her subsequent stunning revelation that she was actually a male. A man who had been living and performing as a woman for over twenty-five years, shocked not only the entertainment industry, but the world as well. Virtually all of her acting roles were those written for a woman. Ms. Wilson's acting, as deceptive as it could have been considered, was played straight. When she acted, she was the woman she was portraying. While the off-screen announcer was giving Leigh's background, the tall, attractive woman in her late-40s stood to a thunderous applause. She walked briskly to the stage and up the three steps to the stage microphone. The microphone, unlike the last time, is set at the correct height. She stopped next to Mr. Stark; they spoke quietly for a few seconds before he shook Leigh's hand and handed the award to her. They both smiled and then Stark turned and stepped back to give Leigh center stage. Like the last time she won an award, she took a moment to study it. With a big grin on her face she began speaking in her trademark husky, yet feminine voice. "Thank you for this tremendous honor! I really don't know what to say. There are virtually thousands of actors, actresses, technicians, directors and of course, the wonderful audiences that made my career a success. If I could, I would thank them all by name. Since that is impossible, a general thank you to all will have to do. You know who you are, I wish you continuing success in your future endeavors." "What made all the sacrifices, the tears as well as the laughter, worthwhile and possible, was my family, beginning with my spouse Nikki, who by a truly bizarre set of circumstances, is both my ex-wife and my current 'husband'. It is a story that would make a fascinating script and movie. And, before anyone asks me to play the part of Leigh, the answer is no thanks!. I have no desire to play the heroine the second time around! After all, I lived it and know how it turns out. Give the roll to some other deserving young man who doesn't mind wearing heels and a dress for the rest of his life." The audience broke into laughter again. Leigh waited until it quieted down. "Special recognition must go to our children, and yes before you ask, I am their biological father, and because of the bizarre circumstances Nikki and I share, I am also their 'step-mother'. Our children, who appeared on the stage with me last year, knew the truth about their father at an early age, yet managed to keep it as secret from everyone. I cannot express enough my appreciation for their support and love." "I'll close with these words to those who would like to follow in my footsteps. It's simply this: Be absolutely sure you understand and can live with the long-term consequences of your decisions. And probably most importantly, to whom ever plays me in a future documentary; 'Don't let your panties get in a bunch'! It's really very uncomfortable!" "Goodnight and thank you all again!" The audience gave Leigh a standing ovation that lasted until the credits rolled. -0-0-0- The program's director and producers looked at each other and smiled. Unlike the program the year before, this one came off exactly on time and was obviously a resounding success. The director looked at the control room staff, smiled broadly. "The drinks are on me at Joe's Bar across the street as soon as we clear the studio!" His announcement brought a round of cheers. FIN