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CHAPTER 21 - The nine most terrifying words in the English language are,
'I'm from the government and I'm here to help.'
Ellen initially had planned on returning to work as soon as possible.
With all that had happened, she decided to take an extra month's maternity
leave. In addition to recovering from her delivery, she wanted a chance
to get reacquainted with George and help him through his emotional crisis.
As a starting point, they turned off all of their electrical devices so
they wouldn't be disturbed and retired to the bedroom. The first two
days, they never left except to pop into the kitchen to grab a snack or
take care of the baby. And of course for bathroom breaks.
Surprisingly, only a small portion of the time was consumed by being
intimate, other than spooning in bed. The majority of time they spent
just talking. There was so much she wanted to share with George about her
business. At first, he was reluctant to talk about his experiences as a
lowly housekeeper. He was content to let Ellen wax eloquent about her
enterprise. He used his fiscal background to make a few helpful
suggestions. After all he was still an accountant, even if he was out of
practice.
The issue of what to wear while holding these sessions was initially a
real problem for George. During their ponderings that went long into the
nights, Ellen kept to long nighties. She offered some to George,
advocating their comfortableness. George passed, insisting on something
more unisex. He wore sweats and, for variety, gym shorts. For modesty's
sake, he added one of Ellen's white cotton camisoles.
They had both had changed and grown during their forced separation. They
bared their souls and opened up about all the things they had experienced.
They discussed their triumphs and failures even their calamity of dates
with men. George grudgingly laid out the nauseating details about
Heather's dinner date. Ellen confessed that, with George gone and she was
trying to get her company up and running, she had accepted a series of
outings with a man representing himself as a prospective investor. She
assured George nothing had happened, at least nothing more than he had
shared with his date. That is a passionate good night's kiss. Ellen
stopped seeing him when she realized the only thing, he was interested in
was banking his seed in her.
They vacillated between wanting to laugh, cry or celebrate. It was like
they had just found each other all over again. A new and stronger
friendship was forged in those days. Ellen was determined to never let
anything get between them again.
Ellen had three days left before she was to return to work and was looking
forward to kicking back and recharging her batteries, when they had an
unexpected visitor.
They were relaxing in the master suite and were taken aback when the
doorbell rang. Which was followed by a loud pounding on the door. Ellen
was only wearing her terrycloth bathrobe. George was in the bathroom
leaving his morning deposit. Which meant it was up to Ellen to see who
was interrupting their alone time. She pulled the robe tight and strolled
to the front door to see who was knocking so persistently. Looking
through the glass she saw it was the federal prosecutor assigned to
George's case, Fred Thompson.
Ellen answered the door. For modesty sake she again pulled the robe
closed and invited him in.
Without any preliminaries he explained, "I tried to call but I couldn't
get through so I stopped by. We have to talk. Mr. Brown's lawyer, wants
to depose your husband on Friday at the courthouse. I need to talk to him
to prepare him. These things can be very stressful. He needs to be
prepared because their lawyer will go after him and his credibility."
Ellen called for George to come to the living room. George hopped off the
pot and pulled up the sweatpants he was wearing. With a chill in the air,
he grabbed one of Ellen's sweatshirts fresh out of the dryer, that had I
LOVE PINK stitched across the front. His feet were cold so he slipped on
Ellen's old pair of fuzzy bunny slippers that were laying on carpet in the
bedroom. Not knowing why, he was being summand to the living room. He
walked in and saw who was there, he about died from embarrassment at the
outfit he had on.
Mr. Thompson played it cool and acted like what he saw was an everyday
occurrence. He merely explained he would like to see George appropriately
dressed the next day in his office to go over the type of questions he
could expect on Friday.
George asked what was going on. Fred gave George the executive summary,
leaving Ellen to fill in the details.
After Thompson left, the two realized there was a significant decision
ahead of them. One that could have long range implications. What was
George going to wear. Because of their desire to relax and avoid
difficult decisions that George's unique dimensions caused; they had put
off shopping.
George insisted he was a man and would only wear male clothes from this
day forward. Ellen thought it was unreasonable to find anything that
would make George appear as a man. Ellen nodded to his chest to point out
the two obvious problems with that decision. To avoid an argument, Ellen
agreed to help with concealing his budding breasts by binding them with an
elastic bandage.
George was getting dressed the next day in hopes of finding gender neutral
clothes suitable for a business meeting. Ellen bound his chest. Even at
that, George had a difficult time finding a shirt he could button because
of the excessive mass on his chest. Eventually, he found an old one that
he managed to get buttoned. He complained that he found Ellen's solution
uncomfortable. Ellen ignored his grumbles and moved ahead to put his hair
up in a manly ponytail.
After looking at himself in the mirror, George deceived himself that his
appearance made him look like he had well developed pecs and not breasts.
Ellen gave in to his male pride and didn't say she thought he looked
ridiculous. She went along with it, hoping for the best. Ellen kept her
opinion to herself. They left with George wearing one of his old dress
shirts, a pair of sweat pants and a ratty old pair of sneakers.
Ellen drove them to a men's store that specialized in men's suits,
promoting that they tailored them to fit while you waited. Walking in,
George got strange looks from all of the staff. Their attitudes changed
when George selected an extremely expensive charcoal grey double-breasted
suit. The salesman and store tailor worked with George and did the best
they could. George was hoping for a metrosexual look, but failed
miserably. His slender waist and womanly hips made the tailor's job a
real challenge.
While they waited, Ellen ran next store and got a pair of men's loafers
and socks in George's size. Returning she went through the stores
selection of dress shirts that were intended for big and tall. She hoped
they would camouflage his chest. She picked a classic blue collared dress
shirt and a patterned tie.
After a few hours of cooling their heels in the waiting room, the store's
tailor brought out the suit. George ducked into a changing room and put
everything on. It all fit and he walked out to show his wife, whose
reaction was less than enthusiastic. When he turned to see why looking at
a floor length mirror, he was less than delighted with his appearance.
Standing in front of the mirror, he looked over at Ellen and feigned a
smile. He asked Ellen hopefully, "Honey what do you think?" The
reflection he saw was definitely on the feminine side of androgynous. He
had hoped that the first time in over a year he would feel like he was
getting his manhood back. Now he wasn't so sure that was possible, but it
was better than being in a dress and wearing makeup.
Ellen's response was, "Let's get out of here and go home it has been a
stressful day."
He went home and spent the evening polishing his black loafers. When he
was done, Ellen approached from behind, "Honey we need to do something
about your hair, it's a mess. First, I will shampoo it, then I'm just
going to trim off the split ends for you. Your hair will be much
healthier looking without those, alright?"
"Fine, do what you think best." George replied. He had not had a barber
near his hair for over 18 months, so this was a treat for him. His hair
was longer than most men. He planned on getting it cut a bit shorter, but
had more pressing issues at this moment. He'd think about what he'd like
it to look like and then visit a barber shop when he had the time.
Ellen brushed his hair out after washing. She was shaken to realize his
hair was so long, the ends landed in clusters on his shoulders. Aside
from the unmanly length his hair looked lovely. It was thick and rich,
chestnut brown. There were no signs of balding. She snipped and clipped
and used the blow dryer, then snipped and clipped some more. To the point
it was now just touching his shoulders. In her opinion, he no longer
looked like a homeless bag lady.
Finally satisfied, she announced, "There we go. Much better, now," Ellen
spoke with a professional air while finishing up on his hair.
She put it in a manly ponytail and they all went off to bed.
He was up early the next morning, nervous about the success of his first
outing in over a year as George Trousdale. Ellen had to drive him to the
courthouse, as he hadn't gotten a driver license to replace the one
confiscated when he was arrested.
George was on pins and needles and squirmed with unease as he waited in
the halls. Eventually they met Fred outside his office and walked to an
unused conference room. Ellen wasn't allowed in the room as Fred Thompson
planned on drilling George the way he expected Leon's lawyers to do.
Ellen said her goodbyes at the door. "Now off you go." she said,
playfully slapping his bottom.
"I'm ready." He said, in a trembling voice. Ellen watched her husband
disappear as the door closed behind him.
Ellen paced the halls for a good 40 minutes, finally the door opened. She
expected George to come out first. Rather it was Fred with a concerned
expression on his face.
"Where's my husband?"
"He's inside trying to compose himself."
"Why want happened?"
Fred lamented, "Mrs. Trousdale, we need to talk before he joins us. We
have a big problem. It's your husband. The first time I questioned his
memory, he broke down and cried like a disgraced televangelist. Because
of his non-disclosure agreement with the Mexican government he can't talk
in public about his time in Mexico, that would explain his feminine
appearance. Let me be blunt, with his mannerisms and body language your
husband comes across as at best an effeminate man, at worst a total
flaming faggot. I am not being judgmental, but that will affect his
credibility in front of a jury. It would almost be better if he came in a
dress and simply presented himself as a man transitioning, that at least
would be politically correct."
Ellen snapped, "I don't think is a viable option. Is there anything else
we can do?"
"He could butch up," replied Fred seriously.
Ellen knew she would have to have a very difficult discussion with George
tonight.
When she had it with him, it didn't go well. It ended with him locking
himself in the bathroom. He was delusional, and insisted he did fine and
was ready to go on.
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The next day, George returned again dressed in his suit and tie. George
sat a long table crossed his legs in a feminine manner and tried to relax.
He was deposed by Mr. Brown's lawyer, with a grinning Leon sitting next to
his attorney. When asked, George stated confidently that he could
identify the man who sat next to him at the Mexico City airport.
The lawyer's strategy quickly became apparent. He intended to actively
attack George's credibility based on his effeminate appearance and
mannerisms. Leon didn't say anything he just sat there with a smirk on
his face.
Leon's attorney started with a bit of sarcasm. "Mr. Trousdale let's be
honest. When Mr. Brown sent you to Mexico you were a tenor and now you
appear to be more of a soprano. How long have you been living as a
woman?"
Leon giggled and had to cover his mouth with his hand.
George glared at his old boss. Being under oath, he had to tell the
truth. "Let's say a little less than two years. I don't remember the
exact date."
"How did you achieve this metamorphosis going from a man to a woman?"
"I am not sure what you are asking."
"I will be brutally blunt. Have you been taking female hormones?"
George look down at his hands unable to speak, his mouth was dry. The
judge said, "Mr. Trousdale answer the question."
With trepidation he replied, "Yes sir, but not intentionally."
"Mr. Trousdale, that is a yes or no question. "Said Leon's attorney. The
judge ordered George to only answer the questions asked.
"Yes, I have."
"Where those drugs prescribed by a doctor?"
"No sir."
"Tell us please where those drugs came from, remember you are under oath."
"From Mexico."
"So, let me understand this, you went to Mexico and came home over a year
later. During that time, you have been taking drugs not prescribed for
you. Tell this court how long have you wanted to be a woman."
"I don't want to be a female!" Said George emphatically.
The lawyer snickered and looking at George said, "Excuse me, looking at
you it appears that ship has sailed."
The judge reprimanded the lawyer for editorializing.
George pleaded, "I'm telling the truth you have to believe me!"
With emphasis on the word sir he went on. "No SIR we don't! Did you
continue to take illegal female hormones after you crossed to this side of
the border?"
George hesitated but finally answered, "Yes sir."
"Where did you get those drugs?"
"Unwilling to incriminate his maid roommates he answered, "I refuse to
answer invoking my connotational rights against self-incrimination."
Afterwards, the prosecutor pulled George and Ellen into a private room for
a heart-to-heart talk. He was concerned that George's unmanly appearance
and feminine idiosyncrasies could affect his credibility in front of a
jury. Ellen and the prosecutor huddled privately for a few minutes,
leaving George to wonder what was going on. He was very concerned. The
government had a confession from the thug in Mexico, but unfortunately, he
had never met Mr. Brown, the arrangements were all done by email. George
is the only person that could tie Mr. Brown to the drugs. Without his
successful testimony, Leon would walk.
Ellen and George were told they could go home. With their heads down,
they tuned out the rest of the world and became lost in their thoughts as
they stood waiting for the elevator. Suddenly Ellen jumped, someone had
pinched her butt. She whirled around to find out who had done it.
Standing there was Leon. He smugly glared at Ellen, "Sweetheart give me a
call when you tire of your wimp and want a real man."
Ellen feigned a look around and snapped back, "Why do you know one? I
currently don't see one here."
George flinched at her remark but kept quiet. The bell sounded and the
two entered the lift, Ellen glared at Leon and dared him to follow. She
closed the doors leaving him standing there without his smug expression.
Ellen was fuming and rubbed the spot on her backside. She turned to her
husband and said, "I want that chauvinist reprobate to be put away for
life. We have to find a way to make you the most credible witness ever."
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