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"I stared at the sight before me, my legs going weak, I dropped it back
in the drawer. I took a couple of steps backward my back coming to rest
on the cool wall. As the first tear leaked from the corner of my eye I
sank to the floor, my bottom coming to rest on the tiled hallway floor, I
pulled my knees up and my head bent my forehead coming to rest on my
knees, tears flowed freely now.
Why me, what had I done in life to deserve this and more importantly how
was I going to explain it. Did I even want to, could I just leave it and
go on as part of me wanted to do and just ignore what I had just seen. I
had another chance at happiness why waste it but on the other hand this
was big .........."
Melanie Foster and Alan Baird were childhood sweethearts they met at the
age of 13 and were an item right through the school years they spent
together. Both had dreams of further education and a life together, the
house, the car the well-paid jobs and eventually a family. All that
changed one evening at a party organised by a friend to celebrate the
coming end of the school year and the jump into adulthood.
Like all teenage parties' alcohol was on the menu and young adults were
experimenting with drinks before venturing out into the big bad world.
Melanie and Alan were no different but this time their experiment went a
little further than intended. Having sampled various drinks over the
evening thing's began to get a little blurred and steamy and soon they
both found themselves in an unoccupied bedroom one thing led to another
and the virgin pair both became adults that night.
The result as you have probably guessed by now was me Connor Foster.
The other result was of course a drastic re-think on future plans the
jobs the car the house were all dreams but were shifted significantly
down the pecking order. The strain took its toll on both and within a
couple of years of me being born Melanie became a single parent family. I
never really found out the reason why that my father had left my mother
only that he had.
The rock of the family then became my grandmother. Mother had to become a
breadwinner and she did that finding work in a local factory. So, it was
left to my grandmother to look after me on a day-to-day basis as I grew
up. She was my idol my rock and my inspiration, she had retired a few
years before having been a talented seamstress in the same factory now
employing my mother. I remember watching her doing work brought to her by
locals to have done by her the additional money topping up her pension
and even some finding its way into my pocket for sweets as I reached
school age.
I would return from school and find her hunched over a machine fixing a
skirt a dress or some trousers as a cigarette burned away in an ashtray
by her side. She would greet me and inevitably there would be a snack or
even dinner waiting to be eaten as soon as I got home. Sometimes when she
was working on children's clothes, she would hold a dress up in front of
me or ask me to tray a pair of trousers to see if the length was right.
As time went on, I seemed to be spending more time with her than at home.
Little ears pick things up and on occasions when I was supposed to be
sleeping our out of earshot I would hear her arguing with me mother over
something called "drink" or "man friends" I didn't fully understand but
knew it must be serious enough to have her get upset with me mother. Most
weekends I would spend with my mother she would take me into town and
sometimes we would be alone or on other occasions she would meet girls
from the factory who would sit and chatter about boyfriends and nights
out and other thing's I did not understand as we sat in caf?'s as they
smoked and drank coffee.
At school I was the quiet child I found it difficult to mix with a lot of
the other kids. The one person I did gel with though was a girl called
Catherine Rennie who lived just a couple of hundred yards from my
grandmothers. We would meet and walk in together and then walk home
together my grandmother and mother joking about me having a girlfriend
but in truth it was never like that between the two of us we just both
seemed to be outsiders who found a place together.
As we got older, I think it was Catherine who first sensed that there was
something different about me. We reached our teenage years and we spent
weekends together we would go into town and spend a few hours in and
around the shops buying the thing's teenagers do records, clothes early
make up for the teenage girl and when asked I always had advice for
Catherine and what suited her.
At home I was still spending more time at my grandmothers than home.
Mother had her share of boyfriends and I was kept away from it my
grandmother telling her as I overheard that different men coming and
going was no way for a boy to be brought up. So, I spent my time with
Christine the odd sleepover at her house or back to my grandmothers.
Thing's changed a little when I had just reached 15.
Catherine's father was in the army and her mother had been a stay at home
wife but with Catherine now being older and being able to fend a little
bit more for herself her mother tired of being at home decided it was
time for her to go back to work. Initially she found a job on Saturday
which meant that we had all day to ourselves and one particularly rainy
afternoon my life would change for ever.
I had a sleepover with Christine intending the next day we would go
bowling or skating. Instead the weather turned nasty and after getting
breakfast from her mother we had the day to ourselves. It was then that
Catherine sprang her idea.
"Connor are you up for playing a game."
"Sure, the weather is crap inside what did you have in mind."
"Well I thought we could play a dress up game."
I looked confused.
"I dress up as you and you dress up as me."
"That would just be silly."
"Well what else do you want to do it will pass the time and neither of us
want to go out in that weather."
The die was cast and so it began.
I had packed some extra clothes in a bag a pair of jeans a shirt socks
underwear all to change into if we had been going out but dressed in just
what I had arrived in the night before it was all fresh.
"Ok I will look out some stuff for you there is a dressing gown in the
wardrobe it's just plain black strip off and put that one"
"What naked you mean?"
She nodded and pulled me towards the bedrooms.
Opening the wardrobe, she reached in and pulled out the black garment.
"Here take this and go and change in the bathroom."
I left and stripped down just as I was about to return there was knock at
the door.
"You decent?" she called.
"Yes."
"Ok." The door popped open here take these and put them on.
I looked at what she handed me before she left it was a pair of light
blue panties with dark blue heart shapes on them and a matching bra. This
was madness I thought but I had to go ahead as we had agreed. I pulled on
the panties and then with some difficulty with the bra manged to get it
on the correct way and fastened at the back. I covered them with the
dressing gown and padded over the hallway.
"Ok now I wont look but put these on" she handed me some flesh-coloured
tights and a white denim skirt and a pale blue blouse. She picked up my
bag "I'm just going to nip to the bathroom and change is your fresh stuff
in here"
"Yeah."
"Ok won't be long."
I pulled on the skirt I struggled to get the zip up then remembered
seeing my mother pull it to the side and zip it up before sliding it back
round. I put pulled on the tights and then the blouse and sat on the bed.
A few minutes later Catherine returned with just jeans and shirt on and
her hair wet and slicked back like a boy. I laughed as he came in before
the full extent of my day was about to be revelled.
"Come on," she said as she pulled me up by the hand.
"Where are we going?"
"Mum's room," she said.
Inside she had me sit by the dresser.
"What are we doing?" I asked.
"Just a little make-up."
"I never agreed to that."
"Oh, go with the flow we have plenty of time to get cleaned back up."
I sat there while she pulled open a drawer took out some pallets and
other items and began to work on my face in about half an hour she had
finished with a pink lipstick.
"There not just sit still a minute."
I heard her rummaging about and then the words, "Ah here it is."
She came behind me and pulling back hair she said, "Shut your eyes."
I felt her pulling on my had and pushing and sorting something on my
head.
"Ok you can open now."
She lifted a mirror and put in front of me.
My mouth fell open.
"Look the part don't you no one would ever know it's not a teenage girl
looking back at them."
She was right the slight teenage skin imperfections had been ironed out
my skin was flawless. My eyes had shadow in two shades of pink and some
mascara made my lashes look fuller and my lips had been coated in a pink
lipstick with a slight shine to it.
"Let's go have some lunch" she said "We have loads of time before we need
to change back."
We went downstairs and I fiddled about in the kitchen making us some
bacon and buttering rolls as she watched. Catherine was a self-confessed
basket case in the kitchen so it was left to me to make lunch.
"You look quite the little housewife" she said with a laugh as I finished
off preparations and served her lunch.
We sat eating before after a short period she asked "Connor can I ask you
something."
"Sure."
"Are you, you know gay."
I blushed "Eh I don't know, why do you ask."
"Well, it's just when we have been out shopping you always have an
opinion on the clothes, shoes make-up I should buy and it's usually good
advice I just wondered, and in all the time I've know you have never
really been into boys' interests."
"I just-"
"What?"
"I just prefer girls' stuff you know the clothes the make up all the
different styles colours, you know."
She nodded. "So do you feel comfortable dressed as me."
I nodded.
"Ok then we will do it again."
That statement opened the gate on a path that I was destined to walk
down.
Our little impromptu dressing sessions continued. Not wanting to have to
use Catherine's clothing all the time some of our Saturday shopping trips
had been devoted to my buying some stuff. Well her really but under my
direction as we strolled through shops, being of a similar build and size
then no one real suspected the stuff she was buying was not really for
her.
The internet had also been of great use and I had invested in a pair of
rather realistic if maybe slightly too big breast forms but hey I fancied
being busty.
One thing though was missing while the cat had got out the bag about my
dressing, Kim as I was now know had not got out the house.
It was Catherine who raised the subject first.
"You know Kim it's all very well dressing at home but would it not be
better to go outside. I mean there are times when you are dressed, I
don't even recognise you."
She had a point as watching endless make-up tutorials had made me pretty
skilful in its uses and I even amazed myself some time.
"Your right but where could we go."
"Well, I have an idea, Mum is taking on some extra work in the lead up to
Christmas she's going to be working some weeknights and from what she was
saying it's from 5-11pm so she won't be back before at least a quarter to
midnight. So if you came over after school we could say you were going to
study then we could skip out after she has gone jump on a bus and go to
the pictures, the film would be finished and we would be back in plenty
time before she get's home."
"You might have a plan there."
So with 10 day's to Christmas I found myself heading over to Catherine's
after school. Her mother had made us some dinner as she busied herself
getting ready for her evening at work.
"Ok there's area couple of snacks in the fridge and some fruit juice or
coke in there so you two be good."
She kissed Catherine on the cheek "And you be in bed by the time I get
home."
"Ok Mum" Catherine replied as she put the last of the dinner dishes away.
The door closed.
"Right let's get going."
An hour later we were both ready for our first outdoor adventure.
I was dressed in a little black pleated skirt I had bought a white tee-
shirt with a red heart on the front. A denim jacket some tights and a
pair of three-inch heel black shoes finished the outfit. I had toned down
my make up a little from some of the styles I had tried from the Internet
but it looked fine and passable to me. Catherine had a blue denim skirt a
pink blouse and a similar denim jacket to me. She had loaned me a purse
so I popped my money in it and for the first time stepped out the door as
Kim.
Halfway to the bus top Catherine pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her
pocket.
"See what I liberated from Moms bag," she said a few yards from the bus
stop.
"Won't she miss them."
"No not really she hasn't so far as it was a couple of days ago, I took
them."
It was a short bus ride into town we walked down to the cinema finding a
little secluded corner we both smoked a cigarette careful not to get
spotted by anyone we knew. We had already decided to go and see "The
English Patient" and queued up to but tickets no one gave us a second
glance just two girls going to the movies. As nervous as I had been on
that short walk form the house to the bus top I was beginning to settle
down. Inside the film was ok but not as good as we had expected on
leaving the cinema Catherine suggested a snack before heading home, we
found a local Fish and Chip shop and smoked our second cigarette of the
night.
We were just about to go into buy our snack when ......
"Hey Catherine."
She turned to see Scott Davies one of our school chums walking along the
road accompanied by his friend Craig Foster. Now Catherine I knew had a
thing fore Scott she was just reaching the age when boys became
important.
"Oh, hi Scott."
"What are you up to."
"Oh, we were just at the cinema just getting a snack before heading
home."
"Oh, right so were we what do you want I'll treat you."
"No, you don't have to."
"I insist."
He looked at me.
"Eh this is Kim she is at Caldervalley School she used to go to my
primary we kept in touch."
"Oh, hi Kim." He shook my hand.
"So, what is it two bags of chips."
"Yeah ok," Catherine said as the two boys stepped inside the shop.
A few minutes later they had 3emerged and insisted in walking us to the
bus top. We strolled along Catherine and Scott chatting away me staying
silent as we stopped close to the terminal. Scott and Catherine were a
few yards away from us me and Craig just sat and finished our snack. Both
of them were chatting and laughing away for about ten minutes till our
bus came round the corner. To my surprise Scott leaned in and kissed
Catherine she responded.
"Ok that's a date then," he said as she walked towards me.
"It is."
Craig stood and it looked like he expected the same I said "Thanks for
the chips" and went to plant a kiss on his cheek just as he turned and I
felt my lips on his, flustered I backed away and stepped on the bus I had
just had n first kiss.
As we sat and waved good bye Catherine announced, "I've got a date on
Saturday."
Thankfully Catherine harboured no idea of it becoming a foursome and on
Saturday she duly went out with Scott and was bursting to tell me all
about it at as we walked to school. Once all the details were over, she
said "Oh by the way Scott has 3 tickets for "The Genuine's" gig at the
Town Hall in a few weeks he asked me to go and I said you would take the
other ticket."
"You said what."
"It will be cool I know you like them keep us company."
"Three's a crowd," I said.
"Look I wouldn't have said ok if Craig was going, he's not it's just us,
I saw how awkward you were with the kiss."
"Well if I do want to kiss someone as Kim it won't be someone I pass by
every day at school."
"Yeah your probably right," she laughed. "So will you go."
"Ok," I said, looks like Kim has another outing.
Saturday followed the usual ritual I went to Catherine's her mum went to
work and we began Kim's transformation mode. I had stopped off at a local
charity shop during the week and picked up a couple of items for the
concert a little leather skirt and a black lacy blouse.
Withing about 45 minutes both of us were ready and heading out the door I
had plundered my little bank account gran had set up for me well only a
small withdrawal to treat us to a taxi ride to the concert oh and a pack
of our own cigarettes instead of knock-off from Catherine's mum.
The taxi ride was quick and I even spotted the driver giving us both the
once over as we sat in the back. On arrival Scott was standing with
tickets in hand. We had a quick cigarette and then it was in to the
venue. It was packed at to be honest not one person took notice of little
old me as we sang and danced our way through the concert.
It had been a great night that was about to turn sour.
We left the venue and headed to a local carry out shop to grab a late-
night snack, naturally as all young lovers do and Christine and Scott
needed some quality time together, so me being the spare wheel was left
on my own with my snack. I found a little seat a short distance away from
where they had secreted themselves and sat quietly alone away from the
buzz around the take-away. I lit a cigarette and sat back still buzzing
from the concert and this new found life for Kim.
"Hey babe." I looked up a guy appeared just a yard or so from me. "You on
your own."
"No..... just waiting on my friend," I said.
"Ok I will keep you company till she gets back."
He sat down beside me.
"Here have a drink of this," he said offering me a bottle.
"No thanks."
"Oh, go on won't hurt" he repeated pushing it towards me.
I took the bottle and took a sip it was bitter burned on my throat; I
coughed a little.
"Good stuff" he said smiling as he took the bottle back and took a large
swig.
The conversation went on I laughed at his jokes took another couple of
drinks, where the hell was Christine?
"Looks like you have been abandoned," he said standing up.
"No, she will be back in a minute she's with her boyfriend."
"Ah making out time well if she's anything like you they could be a
while."
"Thanks." Why did I say that.
"Come on we will try to find them."
He offered me his hand silly me took it and stood, I walked beside him we
headed towards where Christine had gone earlier.
We had only gone a short distance when he turned in to an alley.
"Probably in here," he said.
I took a few steps in and then he pounced he was all over me smashing me
against a wall the air escaped from my mouth before his lips covered them
pushing me back his hand on a downward spiral as he held one hand roughly
against the wall. I had to stop him my hand gripped his wrist he was too
strong he managed to free it, soon between my legs he pulled at the
underwear and then......
"What the fuck." He stepped back a foot
"You're a fucking bloke."
The first punch caught me on the edge of the nose and my upper eyelid,
the second square on my mouth I could taste some blood had that been it
then I would have been ok but as a slumped down the four or five kicks
that followed did the damage at least one crack could be heard as I lay
on the floor then silence.
"Kim ... Kim what happened Scott get an ambulance."
I woke up only one eye appeared to be working as I lay back bright lights
hurting the other eye as it spang into life.
"He's awake."
I heard the faces of my Grandmother appeared and my mother."
"You ok Connor," my grandmother said.
"My side hurts," I said.
"You have a couple of broken ribs now go back to sleep and rest we will
take later."
I drifted off back to sleep life as we knew it was about to change again.
I was in hospital for a few days before being discharged the whole period
just one long spell of embarrassment everywhere I looked I felt that
everyone knew about the girl who had come in assaulted and turned out to
be a boy, whether they did or not I never knew but that's the way it
felt.
What was worse was thew interview by the police, did I know the guy, how
did we meet, had I been drinking, why had I gone up the alley with him.
All reasonable questions and all answered honestly but all the time I had
the feeling they had made up their minds and some little sissy boy had
got his comeuppance and I was not about to complain of bitch about it as
I just wanted it all over and to be back home.
Back home thing's were quiet Mom could hardly look at me and it was Gran
who took the lead fussing after me and making sure I recovered, what was
worse was it looked like me and Christine were over and from overheard
discussions I could make out her mother had gone ballistic and blamed
little old me from leading her astray and I was now not welcome any more.
Surprisingly it was my grandmother who despite her advancing years was
the most understanding of my feelings.
"I think I know how you feel Connor, many years ago I had a friend who
was a bit like you it was even less acceptable then than it is now and
his life was made a living hell by people."
"What happened?" I asked.
"Well eventually it all got too much for him and he took his own life."
She stopped wavering on the sentence she had just repeated.
"That's awful."
"It is and I just think if some of us had been a bit more supportive and
helped him it would never have come to that. Remember you will always
have me so if the pressure gets too much for you please talk to me. I
will speak to your mother and see if I can make her understand a little
better, but for now just you concentrate on getting well and we will talk
again."
The first chapter of my life had just ended but there was much more to
come.
Emely
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