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The Deerfields
I remember when Abby came back to tell us the news.
"They said they'd sign us, but only if we are an all-girl band," she had
said, her voice low with despair. "I told them we wouldn't do it without
you, Brian. I mean its sexist as hell! Who are we supposed to be the
Spice Girls?"
The news seemed to hit me in the chest like a runaway anvil in a bad
Saturday morning cartoon. I felt like my dreams were gone. How could we
have come this far only to have the last objection be the fact that I
don't have a vagina?
We'd talked to seemingly every label out there and no one was interested
save Delaware Records. "DR", as they are (horribly) referred to in the
industry, was a good label known for finding young bands and plucking
them from obscurity. This was a great opportunity for the band, the
Deerfields, and the women I played with. We'd looked into producing an
album on our own, but we just didn't have enough money, and this was
before social media or kick starter could have saved us.
"Don't worry about that guys," I had said, "you have to take this
contract. It's a three-album deal and the terms are way better then
you'd get at any of the big studios anyway. I can't let you turn this
down for me."
"Fuck that," replied, Delia our drummer. "I didn't hall your ass all
over the country just to drop it now. There has to be a way to make this
work."
The group sat quiet, huddled in Delia's van outside DR's offices, each
lost in their own thought.
We had played together through college and for the last two years in
every dive bar in North America it seemed like. If we didn't get a
contract soon, not only would we all be broke, Delia's van would likely
be dead from extreme milage syndrome.
".... Well...there might be a way," offered Sophie tentatively.
Sophie played lead guitar and was my best friend. She and Abby had
started playing together and singing at open mic nights in our college's
town when they decided they needed more sound behind them. Sophie knew I
played bass and I knew Delia and the rest was history. We formed the
Deerfield's the next week and we've never looked back. Four years of
living with these ladies. I couldn't believe it might be over.
"What is it?" asked Abby.
"Well," she started again tentatively, sort of eyeing me. "What if we
were an all-girl band?"
"Come on man, you can't ditch Brian! We wouldn't be who we are without
him," exclaimed Delia, my champion.
"No, no, I don't mean go get another chick for our band! I mean...you
know...what if...the four of us... were all 'girls'?" she said using air
quotes.
She said it so softly I wasn't sure I had heard her correctly, but when
all three of them turned to look at me, I knew immediately what she was
thinking.
"Wait...you're not seriously thinking..." I looked between them
hurriedly. "...what I think you're thinking?"
"Well, given the situation, yeah...I am," Sophie beseeched softly.
I knew when she said it, she was thinking about the gig in Portland.
Some drunk guy had told her that her friend the bass player was pretty.
Abby had suggested we all do eyeliner and black nail polish for show that
night and I guess she went a little heavy on my face. We had all laughed
about it, but the girls all said they could see why he thought I was a
woman. At 5'7" and a 140 lbs with soft skin and no hint of facial hair,
I guess the guy could be forgiven. To further confuse things, my hair
was long and thick, and Delia used to gripe that she wished she could
have my hair. Sophie even insisted I use conditioner just so it would
look good enough to taunt Delia.
"Just because one guy in some bar thought I looked a little feminine, you
think I could pull that off? On stage? In front of real people?" I asked
incredulously.
None of them answered, they just kept looking at me.
"You're serious! Holy shit, you're really thinking that could possibly
work? They aren't morons in there," I argued, pointing back at the DR
office.
"Just here me out," Sophie said, more confidently as though the idea was
growing on her. "Brian, we could definitely make you look...well, like
one of us, and since you don't sing or really do much talking on stage,
no one would ever know. You could just keep doing your thing
in...slightly different clothing..." she finished, her voice trailing off
as her own conviction faltered in hearing her words.
"Yeah, but..." I started to protest.
"You could stay with the band, dude!" Abby interrupted picking up the
idea and running with it. "We could stay a band. I don't want some
fucking skank jumping in on the work you did. You have as much right to
this success as any of us. We have to give it a try at least."
It was as though I had no choice.
And so, we did try. Despite my protests, we tried that very night on
stage in a small club in LA. The ladies and I hit a vintage clothing
store in the afternoon and by 10PM I was on stage in women's boots,
tights, a plaid pleated mini skirt and a tight Ramone's t-shirt that
covered my new bra and the breast forms glued to my hairless chest.
Sophie and Abby went to town on my face with heavy but tasteful make up
and the spent some time styling and spraying my hair.
I wasn't thrilled about them plucking and shaping my eyebrows, and the
mascara made me want to scratch my eyes all night, but when they
introduced me as their new bass player Leah, no one seemed to take note.
Leah is my middle name and Sophie had always preferred it to Brian. She
thought I was more of a Leah, though I wasn't sure this is what she
meant.
The DR team, as it turns out, were not morons, but they also didn't care
if I really was a female or just presented as one. They didn't reject
the idea out of hand and the guy who was in charge of signing us, Simon,
came to see us play that night. I remember the smile on his face after
the show. He was sold. In fact, when we signed the contract a week
later, one AR woman not only thought we were clever, but thought the
transgender angle would actually be a plus if it were ever made public
that I was a boy. It made us more "real", she had said.
Transgender? "Huh," I had thought to myself. "That was a new one."
But in retrospect, I think that notion stuck with me and formed the seed
of who I blossomed into. It was as though it prompted me to examine
myself and who I was in a way I never even thought to.
We signed the record deal and went into the studio to record the first of
the three albums for which we were under contract. We had agreed in
writing, that I was never to appear in public unless I was en-femme as
Leah. To help with that, and because the label was pretty sure about the
success of that first album, they had given us a "beauty" stipend for
clothes and gave us all full makeovers. I have to say, my three
bandmates were always pretty, but I was stunned when they were done.
Sophie looked like some sort of rock-goddess model and I couldn't take my
eyes off her.
To their credit, my bandmates stayed with me all through Leah's makeover
which primarily centered around my new blonde hair. The stylist had
taken my dullish brown hair, colored it, added highlights, low lights and
then added extensions that made the hair fuller and about four inches
longer, just down past my shoulders. She cleaned up my eyebrows again
and put on a full face of makeup complete with a classic red lip.
"I...can't...believe it," exclaimed Abby, when the stylist spun me
around. "You look hotter than me! You BITCH!" she cried, and they all
started giggling.
She wasn't wrong, I really did look hot. Even hotter when the wardrobe
team was finished with us.
For this first album the girls wanted to have an edgy rocker look but be
feminine at the same time which meant I got my first dose of dresses. I
was given what they called skater dresses, with short but full skirts.
This gave plenty of fabric in front to hide any tell-tale bulge that a
tight skirt would reveal.
I have to say, at the time it was a bit thrilling to be in my heels,
stockings covering my newly waxed legs, being pranced around like rock
stars. That afternoon, we took all the photographs for the album cover
and promotional materials. Within weeks we'd done our first two music
videos for the band's first two singles, and we were off to the races.
The first album hit triple platinum by the following summer, and we were
soon booked on a world tour for the next 8 months. It was all a blur,
but we were in heaven, truly, as this had been our dream for so long.
Most bands struggle with the fame that comes with a big album, but we
strangely became much closer to one another. Maybe it was the "girl
power" the Spice Girls always talked about.
In January, I got to walk my first red carpet at the Grammys. The team
at DR had sent a few stylists and several dozen glamorous outfits for us
to pick from. The girls looked amazing in their dresses and spent extra
time helping me find a dress that I could pull off. I had a full body
wax so I could show a little skin but otherwise we picked a dress that
made it appear that I had a full chest without needing to show cleavage.
Hair and makeup seemed to take all day, but we looked like the rock stars
we wanted to be. I just remember thinking not to step on the hem of my
long dress in my heels in front of the cameras.
The Deerfield's won two Grammys that night out of the three we were
nominated for - Best New Artist and Best Rock Performance. By the end of
the tour, none of my bandmates could even think of me as Brian and if I'm
honest, after more than a year as her, I was starting to prefer being
Leah.
By now, I had come pretty close to perfecting a female voice that, while
a little huskier than most women, passed without much notice. By the end
of the tour, I was, for all intent and purposes, a woman which was
strangely really important to me. It had started as just wanting to make
sure I didn't blow it for the band, but after a time, it just became
important to me that I was as much a girl as Abby, Delia and Sophie.
It was in London when Sophie first made her move on me. We'd finished a
day of press and the taping of a show for the BBC and headed back to the
hotel. She asked me to her room to listen to a new song she was writing
and without even looking at her guitar, she had her hand up my skirt and
into my panties. She was the aggressor and it was the hottest thing I've
ever felt, being taken like that. We made love all night and fell asleep
in each other's arms.
"I think I'm in love with Leah," she had told me over coffee the next
morning. "I just think she's the most beautiful and sensitive woman I've
ever met. Are you mad at me?" she asked.
"No, I'm not mad at you. I definitely have mixed feelings but I'm not
mad. I think I've been in love with you for years."
"Do you like being Leah?"
"I think I really do, yeah. I don't know what it is, but I feel way more
empowered as Leah, almost liberated in a way. Is that weird?"
"I don't think so," she said, coming around and sitting in my lap to kiss
me. "You should enjoy it while we can."
"What if... I don't want to ever stop being Leah?"
"I think that would be wonderful," she replied and kissed me again.
By the time the band's second album went five times platinum, I was
living full time as Leah and had no intention of going back. I took the
step to legally change my name to Leah B. Shepard and I barely owned any
men's clothes. I moved in with Sophie, more to save on the expense than
anything else, especially since we were never at home.
It was about that time that I started experimenting sexually. There were
always good-looking men hitting on Sophie, Delia and Abby. Really, they
hit on all of us, I was just good at deflecting the attention back to the
real girls of the band. Until one night, backstage, when I didn't.
I'm not sure why the urge came to me when it did. I had never considered
myself bisexual, but there was something about this guy that just seemed
to hit all the right buttons. Before I knew what I was doing, I had
pulled him into the dressing room's small bathroom and was kissing him.
I remember how his strong body felt against mine and the distinctive male
smell coming from him. I pulled down his pants and gave his wonderful
erection all the attention my mouth could provide. Just after I had
cleaned him off with my tongue and had stood up, Sophie walked in. I had
a mild state of panic at the sight of her, but she quickly surmised what
had happened, walked up to this guy and kissed him hard.
"Are you ready for round two?" she asked the now dumbfounded guy. "Mind
if I have a go with him babe?" she asked me with a wink.
I smiled, nodded, and left the two of them alone for their own round of
fucking.
"That was pretty forward of you," I had said to her later that night on
the way back to the hotel.
"Well, what was little Mr. Frat boy going to say when he found a special
surprise in your panties? I figured it was the best diversion, lest our
secret got out. Besides, he was hot, don't you think? How did he
taste?"
I flushed red at the question, but I was actually really glad Sophie and
I were able to talk about it. It made us even closer and was not the
last time we shared a man together.
Still, it highlighted the very real issue Leah, I, had; I wasn't really a
woman and someday, that was going to come out. We were pretty good about
how we answered questions and about talking about our past, and for now,
we were just enjoying being four girls taking on the world.
By the time the third record came out, a little more than four years
since we had signed our deal, I had decided that I needed to do something
about the issue of being discovered. I didn't like it being held over us
like we were waiting to be found out as cheaters or something. So, I
decided to do something about my body. The breast forms had worked
relatively well for years, but frankly, gluing them on and wearing them
in shows was becoming too much of a chore. And they were hot on stage.
And it really limited wearing the dresses I really wanted to wear. I
wanted to feel sexy and having to fully cover my chest so you couldn't
see the breast forms precluded a whole range of clothing options.
So, I consulted with my psychologist, Dr. Sara (oh, yeah, she and I were
deep into my mommy issues from shortly after I had started performing as
Leah) and the several referrals she gave me to other professionals and we
agreed that I would start by getting breast augmentation and facial
feminization surgery followed by hormone replacement therapy. Since I
had been living as Leah for almost four years, this was actually
something we all agreed was logical progression and something I looked
forward to. I wanted my own breasts.
It was a big step for me, but I had grown too accustomed to being Leah
that I didn't want to go back. Dr. Sara helped be understand that I had
never really fit in as a guy. All my friends were women and looking
back, I see know that I was jealous of them and the way they were allowed
to live and express themselves. She helped me realize that I was, in
fact, transgendered and I felt so much happier after that breakthrough.
It can be way harder being a woman in the world, even I saw how the men
in the music industry treated the band, so I did really reflect if that
was the right path for me. In fact, we talked about it a lot amongst the
band. We talked about how the older record execs couldn't seem to
respect that Abby, Delia or Sophie had a brain and could make their own
decisions. Still, as shitty as that part was, for me, it was still way
better being Leah. I just felt more like me in Leah's body.
I'm grateful that today Sophie and I are happily married and expecting
our second child. Sophie wisely insisted that I save as much sperm as I
could, and it did come in handy. Our first child was conceived through
traditional means, but by the time we wanted our second, my sperm count
was so low we needed to fertilize her egg through science.
I'm happy to say, however, thanks to our frequent love making, my orgasms
are still pretty good. Yes, everything down there shrank but my doctor
told me the penis is a 'use it or lose it' kind of organ, so, well...I
unabashedly use it.
Before we had the first baby, Sophie and I bedded more than a few
handsome men. Thanks to her strap on, I had come to enjoy anal sex and
so we were able to enjoy the men in our own ways. Mostly though, we
focused on each other and that formed the foundation for making my best
friend my partner.
We both got to wear white at the wedding, and one of the happiest moments
in my life is when she called me her wife. I wore a pants suit at our
ceremony out of obligation to tradition, but Sophie surprised me with a
wedding gown of my own about a month later. Abby, Delia and their beaus
came over for a second ceremony and party and Sophie made me feel like
the woman I now understand I always wanted to be.
I'm the bassist for the best all-woman band in the industry today. The
Deerfield's have sold over 20 million records and won eight Grammys (and
counting!). We're now heading into the studio for our sixth album. I
often wonder, what would have happened if Sophie hadn't been brave enough
to tell us "there might be a way" that day in the van, or if I had not
let them talk me into becoming Leah. I don't want to say I accidentally
found myself, but I shudder to think of missing out on the happiness I
now have as a woman and mother.
It turns out the Spice Girls were right...about all of it.
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