Revenge of the Mommies
By Lorraine B.
© 2002 All Rights Reserved
My
household has been blissfully quiet lately, a change for my sanity. My husband
has been more attentive to my wants and needs as well as for our children's
wants and needs. Joe has always been there for our two daughters and me but
does tend to ignore our only son. I try to help Carroll and support him in his
endeavors as I do for all of our children. He has the potential to become a
gifted chemist.
Carroll
at age seventeen (the second oldest) is slight for his age and not what you
would call masculine though he is handsome. However, his father is very
masculine and athletic. However, Joe has a face only I could love. Joe is as
bald as a vulture yet Carroll has long, thick brunette hair like mine. His
father and I both gave him his dark eyes and olive skin. All of the kids shared
in their great looks from me I would assume. I am the quintessential example of
the very proud mother.
It
was not always peaceful in our home; in fact, it was a warzone. Patricia and
Lisa always degraded Carroll to the point of flowing tears. It has always been
Joe's way to be always taking the girls' side in every argument with me in the
middle of the foray.
This
was a sore spot with me that caused Joe to sleep many nights on the couch in
the family room or the den. It also hurt me deeply that we had to argue about
the kids or get involved in their petty arguments.
It
was so bad in fact that two years ago we sent Patricia and Lisa to a private
school. In order to send them to that school and to help in the expenses I had
returned back to work as an Administrative Assistant in a physician's office.
My workdays were long and tiring, but we needed the extra money and I needed my
sanity returned to me. Besides I wanted my husband's loving.
The
months flew by without any problems; even the summer was grand for our entire
family. I was at peace with the world until one Friday I came home early from
work. I was to start a four-day weekend, as I had to use my compensatory time I
had accrued. I had to use it or lose it; or so they say.
I
went into the house from the attached garage taking my shoes off as I entered
the house. Oh, that felt so good to my feet and me. I briefly massaged them to
get the feeling back and the blood flowing again. That was when I heard the
unmistakable sounds of two people making love. I always thought that I was loud
in bed but the noises I heard could start an avalanche in any snow covered
mountain range.
The
noises seemed to originate from the family room. My curiosity was increased.
Ever so slowly and quietly, I crept toward the sounds of lust. My curiosity
conquered my common sense. I knew my girls were not home as they were both in
school. My mind focused on Joe and Carroll.
If
he were cheating, I would kill him. I'd cut it off! If it were Carroll, I would
ground him for life. My anger was at its peak! I had fire in my eyes and smoke
came from my ears.
Ever
so slowly, I made my way through the dining room and living room to eventually
come to the sunken family room. What I saw shocked me to my very core.
There
were two people making love on my couch. On my couch! How dare they! The boy
was Carroll's best friend and our neighbor Alex. The girl had her legs up very
high and had them wrapped around Alex receiving him. She seemed to be enjoying
every thrust Alex made as she sounded close to climax asking for more. I saw
her hips move in time with his rhythm rocking motion and enjoying her
receivership. I continued to watch in shock that this was being done in my
house. This was my house and not some Lover's Lane! There were no submarine
races here! How dare they!
Finally,
they both climaxed. I watched intently as they kissed and held each other
lovingly to share their ending to their sexual romp. I am not a voyeur and not
into that type of activity, I was very offended and thoroughly pissed. This boy
wasn't even my child! This is my house, my home!
I
had to admit that Alex was a god in his own right. He was the opposite of
Carroll, tall, muscular, and now very dead. He was going to get his comeuppance
and so was his little harlot girlfriend. The audacity of those kids! When I was
through with him, I'll give him to his mother!
"Ummmmm……Excuse
me for interrupting your roll in the hay or shall I say, on my couch." I
said softly and calmly but sarcastically.
Alex
was up from the couch in a burst of speed grabbing his pants first, followed by
his girlfriend that stood behind him trembling in fear from being caught. I saw
her re-buttoning and pulling her clothes to some similarity of order. I felt
sorry for them but they had used my house and my couch for their assignation.
Their asses were mine!
"Sweetheart,
please stand next to Alex and take your medicine as a woman should." I
said in a no nonsense tone of voice.
Slowly
she moved to Alex's side. I assumed she was very pretty as she stood wearing my
hot pink suit, white satin jabot blouse, tan hose and my hot pink open-toed
four-inch sling-back pumps. Her head was lowered with her hair braided as she
stood. I saw that all the jewelry she wore was mine too. The audacity of this
little trollop! I was betting she was wearing my underwear too! However,
without looking at her face she had a very nice body. Nevertheless, she was
wearing my clothes! My clothes damnit!
"Alex
get dressed please. Little girl go use the powder room, clean yourself up and
repair your makeup. Do not leave a lovetrail either missy."
Since
there was no bath in the family room, she had to pass me. Ever so slowly, she
walked toward me after retrieving her, my pink-laced panties from the floor. I
noticed she was very graceful in her mannerisms and the fluidity of her walk. I
wished my daughters where as graceful as this girl was. She also looked very
familiar. Suddenly the light went on in my brain; OhMyGod, it was Carroll! My
son! I said nothing as Carroll passed me going to the powder room. I was
speechless! I was angry! I was so confused! What the hell was going on with my
son?
"Darling,
get cleaned up, leave your clothes on and come back here." I said when she
or he passed me.
"Alex
please sit and wait for Carroll to return." I said.
"Ah………You
recognized her, huh?"
I
nodded that I did before I went quickly to the telephone and called Phyllis,
Alex's mother and my closest friend.
"Phyllis.
Could you please come over? We have a slight problem, more like a
situation."
All
she said was that she would be right over and hung up.
When
I had returned, both Carroll and Alex were seated on the couch they had both
christened in their throws of passion. They sat very close to each other and
Alex had his arm around Carroll's shoulder protectively. Alex was the boyfriend
protecting and reassuring his girlfriend. Carroll was still shaking nervously.
"Ah……
mother, can we talk please." Carroll said sounding just like my other
daughters did. My Lord she sounded like them too but looked more like me.
I
heard the door open with Phyllis saying, "Judy what's wrong? Are the boys
alright?"
"Come
to the family room and yes the kids are fine." I yelled out.
"If
they're okay then why…………Oh Shit!"
"Since
when did you have a third daughter?" She asked surprised looking directly
at Carroll.
I
then explained what I had seen when I had come home, Neither of us had looks of
disgust but we were dumbfounded.
Carroll
and Alex had been friends for many years all through Grammar School and now
High School. Never once had we thought that they might be Gay or questioned
their association.
As
I said there was never any indication they were gay during all those years. I
had seen many persons in the stages of transition over the years working in a
doctor's office. Was it possible that Carroll needed it? I had never realized
my son wanted to become me daughter. It tore me apart the he or she was what
was referred to as Transgendered.
"Okay
so tell us. We want to hear it all and we want the truth." I said
"This
better be good!" Phyllis said.
"Ah………mom…….Alex……and
I…… are lovers. We've loved each other for years. We decided to be with each
other for all our lives." Carroll said after relaxing a bit.
"Personally
I think you are too young to make that decision. Okay, are you saying to us
you've both done this before? But why my clothes?"
"We're
not too young and yes mother we have. I've been wearing your clothes for
several years. Patricia and Lisa's clothes are either too tomboyish, slutty or
too tight. I want to be just like you, mom. I want it all, love, dating,
boyfriend, husband, children, sex, everything." Carroll said on the verge
of tears. Her anguish and determination was very evident.
"Well
that explains a great deal. I've been blaming your sisters for wearing my
clothes and using my makeup. I should be flattered but…………Carroll, I just don't
know. How do I tell your father? What about your sisters? How about the
family?" I said confused.
"Alex
what do you have to say? We've heard Carroll, now what about you?" Phyllis
said calmly.
"Mom,
we do love each other and always have. I think that Carroll has said it
all." Alex said.
"Have
either of you given any thought as to the attitudes of the people you go to
school with? Or some of the bigots in this town? How about our feelings?"
Phyllis said.
"Most
of our close friends know and respect us. The ones that don't know might not
suspect. I think that most of the school knows or suspects.
Carroll
was attacked once but the football team and others came to her aid. We’re sorry
for what we did, I guess we thought we would never get caught."
"So
when were you going to spring this on us? It seems everyone knows but us, your
parents. Carroll I'm disappointed I always thought we could speak about
anything. I am your mother after all." I said.
"Mother,
we were going to tell you but………I wasn't ashamed or embarrassed…….I was
frightened." Carroll said.
"Frightened,
of me? Of your father?" I asked.
"Of
both daddy and my sisters, but I know both Patty and Lisa know about us. They
don't like hearing about Alex and me. I know that you and daddy have no
secrets, so I would be dead meat."
"Mom,
I do love Carroll and she loves me." Alex said.
We
were at a loss for words. I didn't know what to say. My daughters are bigots?
My son transgendered? It would seem that everyone knows of these two but their
parents don't.
"Alex,
please go home and wait for your mother. Carroll please wait here for me to
call you. We need to talk more. Phyllis and I need to talk first before we
speak to you and your fathers."
Alex
went home after kissing Carroll in front of us. Phyllis and I went to the
kitchen to discuss this matter further between us. Carroll stayed in the family
room and sweat for my return or to be called.
"Did
you watch those two? They were no different then us in our younger days. The
only thing missing was the back seat of a car or a blanket on the grass."
Phyllis said.
"Yeah,
but those are two boys. My son is wearing my clothes and was being made love to
by your son. How do I tell Joe?" I said as I buried my head into my hands.
"Judy,
I know it was a shock, this is a situation that we must all be calm, patient,
coherent and collective. Carroll is beautiful; she looks just like you. Carroll
needs to find herself, as we all had to do. I think you should get her cleaned
up and present her to Joe. Perhaps give her a taste of what it’s like to be a
woman. Don't treat her as a girl but as a young woman.
Why
don't you have Carroll work with you at the office after school? Alex normally
has to help at my parent's hardware store, so that will keep him busy."
Phyllis said after pouring us both coffee.
As
I drank the coffee, I mulled over what Phyllis said. That would work possibly.
Perhaps if Carroll were treated as a woman she might revert to my loving son.
No matter what the outcome, Carroll was my child and I loved Carroll.
"Will
you help me? I'll arrange it with the school and if she is serious about her
status, I know my boss Dr. Terris will help her too."
"Sure
I'll help and I think she is more serious than we might think." Phyllis
said as she took my hand into hers to reassure me.
"Carroll,
please come into the kitchen." I yelled.
I
heard the soft, short footsteps falling upon the rug and then the familiar
sounds that high heels make on the hardwood floors. My Lord, her footsteps
sounded so soft and feminine, I thought. Carroll entered the room and stood in
the doorway nervously.
"Sweetheart,
pour yourself a cup of coffee or get a cola and join us please." I said.
Phyllis
and I watched Carroll closely as she walked to where the coffeepot was, pouring
the hot liquid into a cup and came to the table. She placed the cup down on the
table, withdrew the chair and sat making sure her skirt was tucked under her.
She then placed her hands into her lap. By every action I saw, it was me or
should I say it was a woman and not a faux woman or gay impersonator. Oh Lord,
I have a third daughter!
"Carroll,
before I have words with your father, I need some answers. Okay?"
Carroll
nodded her head to signify yes.
"If
given the chance to be a woman would you? That means not sexually but dress,
school, home, work and family responsibilities." I asked.
"Oh
yesssss, mother. I would even have the surgery to fulfill my dream today. Work?
Yes if I had a job." Carroll said excitedly.
"How
do you feel the kids in school will react to you?"
"Mother
I have been going through hell for years at home and school. I've always felt I
was a girl and never a boy. When you dressed up my sisters, I always wished I
were included.
Do
you remember when I was six; I was at home due to a very bad cold and fever. I
asked if nature ever made mistakes when making boys and girls, you said it was
possible. Well mother, I am that mistake. I wanted dolls instead of trucks. I
wanted dresses instead of suits. I wanted to be pretty. I wanted my hair styled
and set. I wanted everything feminine! I would rather die then to be a boy! I
have even thought heavily of that alternative." Carroll said through her
tears.
I
was once again in shock to Carroll's words. My child confessed she would rather
commit suicide then to remain male, Why didn’t I watch my children closer as
they grew? How do I protect my child? What were the warning signs? Carroll is a
she and not a he. She is transgendered!
This
was the happiest I had seen Carroll in such a long time. She was at peace with
herself, happy and confident, as a young woman should be at her age. I could
not let her suffer as she had been doing.
"Okay,
here are the rules dear. You will be reregistered at school, after you see Dr.
Terris, as a girl. No boys in the house, not even Alex unless an adult is
present. Curfew is at 10pm on weekdays and midnight on Friday and Saturday
nights. You are to tell us where you are going and with whom. No single dates
and no car dates.
You
will maintain your grades in school and work with me in the office after
school. The school will be advised that you have a job in my office with me.
You will wear proper business attire at school and the office that includes
suits, hose and heels. You will be feminine at all times!
You
will help me with all household chores including cooking, cleaning, laundry,
and shopping. You may dress casually while at home.
Above
all, you will abstain from all sexual activity. You will conduct yourself as a
young woman at all times. You will also address Phyllis and George as Mother
Phyllis and Father George.
Are
we clear on all items?"
"But
Alex?"
"No
buts, do you agree?"
"Yes
mother, I do."
"Okay
dear. I want you to go cleanup yourself by taking a bath in my bedroom. Place
the suit you're wearing into the dry cleaning bag and your undergarments into
the laundry.
Call
me when you're ready to get dressed.
By
the way, you look beautiful. Your hair, makeup, clothes and mannerisms are
perfect." I said as I kissed Carroll on her cheek.
She
quickly exited the room going to my room to do as she was told. I smiled at
Phyllis but I was still confused. Did I do the right thing for Carroll? I had
to call Dr. Terris.
"That
was the hardest thing I have ever done Phyllis. I feel as if I killed my son. I
have to call Dr. Terris and I still have to tell Joe. I'm so drained of all my
emotions. I almost lost it when I saw it was Carroll with Alex. I had to remain
calm but now I just don't know if this is the right thing I did."
"Hon,
What could you do, rant and rave like an unstable woman? What you did was
legitimate in my eyes otherwise; you might have had a dead child on your
conscience.
I
have to go and deal with Alex and George yet. Oh fun times are coming. I have
to tell George and our parents just as you have to do. Oh Lord, in laws!"
"Thanks!
I'll be an in law if our kids do what they're planning. Sure and I have two
daughters to tell yet along with everything else."
"Sorry
but you're more like a sister."
"Now
that's a complement I can handle."
Phyllis
and I spoke more until Carroll yelled to me that she was ready.
Phyllis
and I hugged as she left to attend to the matters at her house. I slowly walked
to Joe's and my room to be greeted by Carroll wrapped in a towel around her
body and one wrapped around her hair. It was then that I noticed the two
outlined bumps on her chest. She also had a small waist, large hips and the
rounded butt of a young woman. Her legs were gorgeous as she stood waiting. I
was speechless as I surveyed her covered body. OhMyGod, Carroll was more woman
than I imagined, unless the towel was a deception. I think she is very serious
about being a woman, my intuition screamed at me.
I
went and retrieved the necessary lingerie for my daughter from my dresser.
"Okay
dear, drop the towel." I said as I handed her a pair of black high cut
satin panties.
When
the towel fell I almost fainted. Carroll did have breasts and an hourglass
figure just as the towel suggested. No wonder she wore my bras as her breasts
were as large as mine and I wear a 36C. I handed her a black strapless bra and
half-slip after putting the other bra I held, back into the drawer. I gave her
a black lace garter belt and black stockings that she put on like any normal
experienced woman would. I couldn't believe the size of her almost nonexistent
penis or the soft and silky smooth skin. Her pubic hair was trimmed and looked
like mine. I saw no hair anywhere on her body that didn't belong.
I
located my favorite black patent strap sandals with a three-inch spike heel.
She had those on very quickly after attaching the ankle straps; she gracefully
moved and walked easily in the shoes about the room.
Where
was I when all these changes occurred? How did she manage to hide all the
changes to her body? How did she change her body? My son is no longer; he is
and will forever be a she. I was close to crying that I really had lost my
loving son for good. I had the denial, I had the sense of loss and now I have
acceptance, the acceptance of my daughter.
I
had her sit at my makeup table and watched as she applied the very same makeup
that I used only for the evening. Her eyebrows are thinned, formed and arched!
When? I only had to correct her once when she almost applied too much blusher.
I was amazed as Carroll began to look as I did when I was a teenager. I needed
to remain calm although my heart was beating very fast by all of these
surprises.
I
went to my closet and selected her dress for the evening as she did her hair in
a very elegant braid. I handed her the black sleek sleeveless dress. The dress
accentuated her breasts, waist and womanly hips as the zipper closed her inside
the soft, luxurious fabric. The hem was were I wore it at three inches above
the knee. There was no doubt as to her womanly attributes as she stood proudly
before me smiling.
I
gave her my matching gold and black onyx jewelry. I watched as she placed the
heavy leaf shaped earrings into the holes in her ears. When did she pierce her
ears? She placed the necklace around her neck and adjusted the pendant that
hung one inch above her cleavage. If you saw her pendant, you saw her cleavage;
your eyes were brought directly there to that area.
I
handed her a gold serpentine anklet that she placed onto her femininely
sculpted ankle. I noticed that she had long delicate fingers and dainty hands.
Her fingers were perfectly manicured with her nails extending a quarter of an
inch past her fingertips with perfectly polished nails in a deep reddish
burgundy. I then noticed her pedicured toes also matched. How could I have
missed those long nails? Fingernails polished and manicured? The polished toes?
Were those Fingernails her own?
I
went to my closet and brought her my favorite beaded shoulder wrap, black opera
length gloves and my beaded evening bag. She did her lips with a lipstick that
matched her polish. Then she placed my gold watch onto her wrist that I handed
her. I gave her two antique gold, diamond and onyx rings for each hand. Her
father and my husband gave those rings to me. I helped her to put on the gloves
drawing them past her elbow and placed a matching bracelet onto her wrist. She
placed her wrap around her shoulders and took the purse I gave her.
I
stood back to look at her; she was perfect as she stood before me. This was how
all my girls should look, I thought smiling at Carroll. Inwardly I wondered
where I had been during all her changes. I saw the pride in her eyes as she
checked herself once more in the mirror. Her body screamed woman as I saw her
reflection. Her breasts heaved with every breath of life. There was no doubt
that she was indeed a woman and had a woman's soul.
"Go
wait in the family room for me. I need to get ready too." I said as she
hugged me to her.
Carroll
had left my bedroom sprightly and I went into the bath grabbing the phone on
the way in. I started the water running and dialed Joe's office number. I
dreaded this phone call I was making to him.
Within
seconds, I heard his voice. I was mortified in telling him what I had walked
into. He was strangely silent as I described Carroll and Alex's reactions to
the questioning both Phyllis and I had done as well as Carroll's new
emplacement in our household and her rules she was to obey.
"I'll
leave for home right now. My son a faggot! I'll beat it out of him!" He
said angrily.
I
told him no, that I would handle the situation as beating our child was not the
way to handle the matter. I explained that Carroll was not Gay, but
Transgendered. I explained what Carroll's body looked like when I saw it. Joe
was silent. I told him further that I had decided to call our parents to meet
us at our favorite Italian restaurant, Martini's.
We
all needed to talk to find a solution without any arguing. Joe agreed with my
idea and suggested that Alex, Phyllis and George join us. I couldn't believe he
was being rational as we spoke. He kept his hot-blooded Sicilian temper in
check. This was the man I loved and married. We said our good-byes and sent our
love to each other.
The
next calls were to Phyllis and our parents. Phyllis had called George and
received the same reaction as I received from Joe. George normally remained
calm in any situation but this time he was angry. He was angry with himself for
not making sure his son remained a man.
I
told her how sagacious Joe had become when I told him I was calling a family
meeting at Martini's. It suddenly occurred to us both that we should have both
families there. After all, the entire situation affected both families'
futures.
My
next telephone calls were to my mother and mother in law on three way calling.
I explained we needed a family conference without getting into all the details.
They weren't happy but said they would all be at the restaurant.
My
next call was to my boss, Dr. Margie Terris. She heard the strained nature in
my voice and began pressing me to tell her all. She listened as I told her
everything about my son that was now my daughter as I cried. I was asked to
bring Carroll to the office on Saturday for a complete physical. I was told to
be at the office at 1 pm, as no one would be there except us.
Martini's
restaurant was the last call I made; I placed the reservation and asked us to
be situated in an area as private as possible. I was assured they had several
rooms available that were indeed private for a party of our size.
Between
the bath and getting all the arrangements made, I was able to eliminate some of
the tension I had. I was still somewhat apprehensive when Joe came home. I had
to be dressed and ready to keep him separated from Carroll until we left for
the restaurant.
I
was dressed and totally ready an hour before Joe would be home. I went to my
daughter waiting in the family room.
"Oh
mother, you look beautiful." Carroll said as I waked into the room. I wore
almost the exact same dress, as Carroll except my dress was heavily glass
beaded and three quartered sleeves with matching beaded four-inch pumps.
This
brought a smile to my face as I gazed at my gorgeous daughter. It wasn't hard
to think of Carroll as my daughter and not of my son dressed as she was. As I
had said before my son was gone forever at Carroll's hand. I had to celebrate
her birth and mourn my son's death. Was I sad? What mother wouldn't be; I was
sad that my husband's family name of Florentino would not be passed on. I was
sad that there was going to be sorrow and quite possibly anger tonight. I was
sad our two other daughters might not accept Carroll as she is.
"You
can borrow it sometime. Carroll, we need to be honest with each other. Remember
I saw your naked body? Just how………did you hide it from us? From me? How was it
possible? I saw you everyday."
"Mother,
it wasn't easy at times. I always have worn baggy clothes and I learned to hide
my breasts somewhat. I always prayed you wouldn't notice the bulges on my
chest, my waist or my hips. In gym, we always wore our own clothes; I'm
positive the teachers knew.
At
home, Patty was the first to notice the changes. We seemed to get closer when I
told her everything. Next Lisa saw a difference in my moods, which she told
Patty about. It was history after that. We decided that we had to maintain our
normal sibling rivalry as to not make you and daddy suspicious. We did things
later as sisters do, including dating and sharing clothes." Carroll said.
"Dating,
Sharing clothes? Okay, but the breasts, waist, hips and skin?" I said
amazed to her candor as she continued.
"I
was walking from school when I saw the pharmacist at the clinic carry out a
large box. I was I think thirteen years old at the time.
I
thought the box contained chemicals I might be able to use in my garage lab.
This clinic was a prime source for some of my chemicals like ether and other
chemicals. Since the Dumpster was full, the large box was placed on the lid.
I
took the entire large box and the prized contents home. I began to unpack the
contents. On seeing boxes of vials of estradiol in an oil suspension, boxes of
packaged birth control pills and contraceptive products; I felt my dream was
near. The shelf lives of all the products were several years away so I began to
write down the various names that were on the packages and stored them away until
I found out more information.
For
the next few weeks, I did the research here at home and on the Internet at the
library. I used the Physician's Desk Reference and Pharmacopoeia. I had learned
much as how to concoct my own Hormone Cocktails and the variations that are
used for transsexuals. I had even managed to get the syringes legally through
the mail, which you might have signed for.
I
found the dosages and had all the meds I needed to complete my transformation.
I was prepared to accept my womanhood with open arms. I found out that since I
had not yet experienced male puberty that I would experience female puberty.
This overjoyed me until my body started to change.
I
continually worried that you or mother Phyllis would notice these changes.
Patty and Lisa were the first as I said."
Four
years it had been since my son died and my daughter was born. Four years! I was
angered that Carroll had not disclosed her true feelings and what she had been
doing. I felt deprived in not seeing my daughter flowering. I was angered at
the deceptions. I was angered that Joe and I sent our kids away to school to
keep peace.
I
heard the garage door open with heavy footsteps following. I ran to greet my
husband before he saw and met our new daughter.
I
kissed him first and said, " Darling I laid out your suit and everything
else you need. Take a hot shower and relax. I love you, dear."
"Lord
you look beautiful. Let's go to bed, that will relax the both of us." Joe
said wrapping me into his arms. I felt safe and recharged as he kissed me.
I
had to pull away as he was making a shambles of me.
"Get
going, we have to meet everyone at Martini's in two hours."
"Sorry
I forgot about the other matter after seeing you. Are you okay?"
"Sure
as well as could be expected. Now get going! We'll all talk later after you've
bathed and changed."
I
smiled as he lightened his steps walking to our bedroom. For the briefest
moment he peered into the family room and continued on his way shaking his
head.
I
went back and motioned Carroll to come with me. Once again, I heard her very
feminine steps following me to the kitchen. I compared her steps to the steps
of my other daughters and myself. Those steps were so light and airy, similar
to a professional dancers. In fact, Carroll had the lithe body to be a dancer.
We
sat at the kitchen table while we waited for Joe. We sipped our coffee in
silence as I thought of what was to come at the restaurant. My thoughts were
interrupted by the Telephone. It was Phyllis calling.
"Good
you're alive! I saw Joe's face as he put the car away."
"I
can't really talk." I said.
"Carroll
is there, huh?"
"Yep.
And all ears too."
"I
called to let you know that George has arranged vehicle transportation for
everyone. We're all going in the same car. After dinner, he managed to make
reservations at the comedy club to see the show."
"I
don't know about the show but the cars are okay." I whispered.
"I
already called your moms and told them. Wow, was everyone angry but I managed
to calm everyone down."
I
stretched the phone cord into the dining room out of the earshot of Carroll
saying, " Phyllis I almost choked when I saw the towel around Carroll. I
thought I saw boobs. I died when she dropped the towel she did have boobs, no
waist, wide hips and a very round butt. She was the carbon copy of me when I
was her age. She even has my breast size! Her penis is almost gone! "
"How?
When?" She stuttered.
"The
past four years with hormones."
"Crap!
How are you going to tell the Italian Stallion?"
"Very
carefully, he's in the shower now."
"Good
luck Hon. Should I call the mortuary now?"
"Only
when you hear my screams. Oh, oh, here he comes now. If we live I'll see you
later." I said as I went back to the kitchen and hung up the phone.
"Okay
where are you two?" Joe said loudly.
"In
the kitchen dear" I said as I went back to my chair quickly.
I
heard his heavy exaggerated footsteps of feigned anger as he came closer. When
Joe was angry he always walked heavy. Carroll started to shake until I took her
hand into mine to calm her fears. Joe could be very intimidating in his voice
and manner.
I
watched as he entered the doorway seeing the both of us seated. His eyes went
wide with astonishment and then narrowed taking all of Carroll carefully into
his eyes.
"Carroll,
please stand."
Carroll
stood up very slowly still holding my hand.
"Release
your mother's hand and please turn around slowly."
I
thought Carroll was going to faint from fright as she did as her father said.
"Please
walk to the back door and then to me."
As
Carroll walked, I heard Joe say 'Mama Mia and a Ma'ronne'. That could be bad or
it could be a good sign.
"You
know Judy, she has your mesmerizing walk. Carroll could be your teenage
twin."
I
guess we live! I was frightened Joe would lose it. I still haven't told him
everything yet. Maybe I should call that mortuary?
"Carroll,
why? And with Alex?" Joe said softly.
Carroll
almost lost it and was near to crying as she explained to her father what she
told me. I had to interject things as she told her story.
I
saw Joe's face soften from the hardness it had when he entered the kitchen. I
saw the concern and the tears when Carroll stressed the word suicide; he
softened more to his new daughter. We wouldn't need that mortician after all I
thought.
"Carroll
please step in front of me. Don't be afraid girl."
Girl?
Now I knew all was going to be fine. Carroll stopped a few inches from Joe and
took her hand into his.
"Carroll,
you have no idea how angry I was when your mother called. When I saw you, I was,
to be honest, in a traumatic effect. I assume those are real?" Joe said
pointing to Carroll's breasts and looking at me.
I
nodded yes to him.
"Are
you a stupid, a chooch, to do that to your body? Sweetheart it's your body now
for all your life now. Oh well, it’s done now, no use getting excited."
Joe
pulled Carroll closer and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I saw that the fear
Carroll had was gone as Joe held our daughter to him.
"C'mon
sweetie, let's go fix our makeup. Let daddy get something to drink that's
preferably non alcoholic." I said giving him a wink as I took Carroll's
hand.
Entering
the bedroom, Carroll sat at my makeup table and removed the makeup she had on
and reapplied it. This time she impressed me further in her expertise of the
art.
"Mother,
it's not over yet is it?"
How
could I lie?
"Not
at all dear. All the grandparents will be at the restaurant. So you better be
as feminine as possible. The magnifying glasses will be out watching your every
move."
Carroll
was close to tears again. I had to reassure her that all would be well as I
hugged her. Her father and I would be there for her protection.
"Do
they know what Alex………… I did?"
"They
will know after they see you. As for your sexual romp, no. I wasn't going to
tell them about that, unless you want me to do so."
'Ah……..I
don't think so, not unless there's an ambulance outside to take me to the
hospital." Carroll said smiling.
She
even had my smile and humor, I thought as I packed a small makeup kit to take
with us.
We
went back to the kitchen laughing and giggling all the way.
"Phyllis
called and said the car was here. What car?"
I
told Joe about the car, he agreed that that was best, as the parking was bad in
that area of the city. I didn't say anything about the comedy club.
Joe
took our arms after we picked up our purses from the table. He gently steered
us to the front door and out.
George
had shocked us all by hiring a limousine for the night. I saw the look of
disbelief on George's face as he saw Carroll. Alex wore the biggest smile I had
ever seen him have. Gradually George began to smile as we came closer to him
and Alex.
"I
take it this is the Carroll that I am to meet tonight?"
"Yes
George, and our new daughter." I said.
"She
does take after you Judy and not at all like that ape next to you." George
said smiling after hugging us all.
We
quickly entered the very large limousine. Phyllis and I watched closely as
Carroll entered the vehicle, as a young lady should by not giving a thrill to
anyone watching her. We were once again impressed.
Alex
sat next to Carroll in the main back seat; Joe sat next to me on the right side
seat, while George and Phyllis sat together on the left and across from us. The
silence was stifling as we rode. It was as if no one wanted to offend anyone
else.
"Father
George, thank you for the car tonight." Carroll said sweetly.
"Carroll,
you are welcome. I have to say I was amazed into this transformation from
caterpillar to butterfly by you. I was not pleased as to how it had happened
that we found out. We would have preferred that you both would have spoken to
us as the young adults you are. The both of you have always been close to each
other but today you took that closeness to new heights in the sharing of your
bodies. Whether it was love or lust, it was still an unacceptable action of
today's mores. We weren't pleased but we respect your wishes to be fulfilled.
Alex was told about your new rules and we agree, as his are similar."
"Dad,
please we've heard it all this after…………."
"Alex,
this is nothing compared to what all the grandparents will say. This will be
beyond their comprehension as to the gender games and the sexual
escapades." Joe said softly.
"Look,
we're almost there. We know the kids did wrong and they know it. We have to
support them both without scaring the hell out of them. They made their own
choices. They are both beautifully dressed and mannered, which will please them
all." I said calmly.
"And
they make a cute couple too." Phyllis said giggling.
The
ice was broken as we manage to speak of other matters as the car arrived at the
restaurant. As I got out of the car, I saw two other identical limousines
parked nearby. I knew they were all here and waiting. I noticed how we all
became nervous together. Ah, nothing like group fear to make you all become
closer together.
We
entered the restaurant and identified our party. We were led to the private
room. I now thought that I knew what a condemned prisoner feels when escorted
to his or her death. I felt fear, much fear! Bowel cramping fear! Menstrual
cramping fear! It wasn't even my time of the month yet.
My
mother was one not hold her thoughts in, she was very vocal, much to the
embarrassment of my father. Phyllis's mother was just as bad. I have to say
that our fathers were the stabilizing factors as we matured.
Our
husbands' fathers were like our mothers while their mothers were very passive.
They were the exact opposites.
Phyllis,
Carroll and I entered the room first followed by the guys. I felt all eyes on
us as we sat down at the table. We all felt the cold distant stares that made
me shiver. I saw the womens eyes go into slits and the men eyes widen. I saw
the women's eyes all stare in wonderment or incredulity as they stared at
Carroll's breast formed cleavage.
"Carroll,
I must say you look like your mother once did dear." My mother, Jean said.
"She's
adorable, just not what I expected at all." Joe's mother Maria said.
"I
agree Maria, totally. Judith would you Carroll and Maria join me in the Powder
Room." Jean asked or rather commanded.
I
stood just as all the ladies at the table stood en masse. That Powder room was
going to be very crowded I thought.
We
all walked together but Phyllis and I held firmly onto Carroll, as I feared she
was about to run for her life. I saw that wide-eyed frightened look before and
I was not about to let my daughter enter the she-devils den without me.
The
inquisition started as soon as we entered through the door and it closed. We
were encircled by them as the door was locked and blocked. We were stuck in
this bastion of femininity! They made the challenge and I accepted it showing
my fangs, claws and dripping venom to protect my young daughter.
Phyllis
and I protected Carroll from all their bitchiness. I was proud of my daughter
as she too defended herself from the thundering fierce gathering of all those
women. We made them all cringe in fear and made them count their blessings that
they were born the way they were. They each heard of the turmoil and strife
that Carroll had all her life and the depression she suffered. When the word
suicide was mentioned they recoiled, cried and held Carroll to accept her
gladly as one of them. A major battle was fought in the Powder Room and Carroll
became the victor.
We
all repaired our makeup and left to enjoy our meal and to accept the lives that
our children had chose for themselves.
I
found out later that the same thing also happened in the private dining room. A
few times, they were all close to blows, until Joe showed just how forceful he
could be. He made them all realize what was happening. He told the men also
about the talk of suicide which made them all stop to think. He reminded them
of the story of the Montagues and the Capulets of Romeo and Juliette by William
Shakespeare. They all accepted our children but warned them of the rocky road
ahead. They warned that society was not as accepting as they were.
Due
to the busy day ahead of us, we decided to forego the comedy club and return
home after Martini's. We were all emotionally drained.
As
we prepared for bed I gave Carroll a nightgown, robe and slippers along with
all the love I had in me. I also had her move into Patty's room. Joe likewise
did the same in showing his love by going to her room and kissing her
goodnight.
The
following day Joe and George went to play golf while I took Carroll to the
doctor. Dr. Terris had given Carroll a clean bill of health and wrote out a
letter to the school and our attorney advising them of her new status. She was
given her own scripts to maintain her femininity. Carroll also made the
obligatory donation to the vampires so that her hormones could be checked. As
blood was being drawn, Dr. Terris offered Carroll a part time receptionist
position that was accepted immediately. I was so proud of her during the visit
to the doctor that we went shopping afterward.
When
we came home, I called Patty and Lisa. I told them everything over the
speakerphone. I spared no details to her sisters. Patty's only question was if
she enjoyed her love fest. I watched as Carroll blushed, matching the pink
color of her jeans and high heels she wore, which were mine. I sensed that
Carroll wanted to speak to the both of them alone.
While
Carroll spoke to them, the doorbell rang at the back door. I saw it was Alex
and Phyllis and let them in. I told Alex that Carroll was on the phone with her
sisters and to go talk to them. Damn that kid was fast!
Phyllis
and I sat in the kitchen and talked. I told her about the doctor and the notes.
I also spoke of the brief shopping trip to get Carroll some nightwear. Phyllis
looked a bit disappointed that she wasn't invited. I explained it was a spur of
the moment thing, which she understood. I promised her we would all go shopping
very soon, as Carroll needed a new wardrobe for school, work and leisure.
Phyllis's eyes glazed over at the word shopping.
As
we spoke, Alex and Carroll came into the kitchen holding hands. Phyllis and I
noticed the smeared lipstick and said nothing until Carroll went to the
refrigerator to get sodas and bent over. I saw that Alex was watching her butt
closely.
"No
more of that sweetie. You had your last yesterday for a very long time." I
said.
Phyllis
laughed hysterically but I embarrassed the poor kid. I mercifully got up and
gave him a kiss and a warm smile to let him know I was kidding. He was always a
part of our family and loved by us all.
"Mother
did you know that all your daughters now have boyfriends?" Carroll said
nonchalantly.
I
was taken aback by what Carroll said. I was informed that their boyfriends
lived here in town. I thanked Joe silently for sending Patty and Lisa to that
private school. Being the mother of teenagers, I was always on the edge. All I
needed now was to hear the famous words; I'm pregnant mom. I wonder if suicide
is truly painless!
We
all had been talking about the day so far when the phone rang. It was Dr.
Terris asking to come over with her boyfriend. All she said is they had a
surprise for Carroll.
When
the doorbell rang, I asked Alex to answer it. As I just made more coffee while
Phyllis and Carroll prepared snacks for our guests.
I
heard Dr. Terris's voice and Alex's as they came into the kitchen. I was amazed
as Dr. Terris kissed us all telling us to call her Margie. She then introduced
her gorgeous hunk of a boyfriend Dr. Samuel Shapiro, Sam or Sammy for short.
The man was a god at over six foot, tanned and athletic. Margie was six inches
shorter at five foot six very well proportioned, tan and athletic. We thought
that they made a very cute couple. However, a gynecologist and a Plastic
Surgeon? Oh hell, why not!
"So
this is our chemist? Damn, that must have been one hell of a cocktail or good
genes." Sam said after being introduced to Carroll.
"Down
boy, you're with me now. She's spoken for and also jailbait." Margie said
jokingly.
"I
was only kidding dear." He said as he bent to kiss her.
I
had worked for this woman for over a year. This was the first time I was
allowed to be close to her. We had always been very professional in the office.
She was always cold to the staff. This was another facet to this complex woman,
I had never fully seen. This was a very welcomed scene.
"Sammy
and I spoke after you left the office. Carroll will be at odds with the school
if she has gym, swim or wishes to use the washrooms or showers, no matter how
many notes she has."
"There
is a technique sometimes used to create an illusion of the right equipment.
There is no surgery involved except for a few sutures. I've heard, very little
pain also. Margie told me you discussed surgery but this is an alternative
until she is eighteen."
I
thought of what they said.
"She
can't have intercourse?"
"Sorry
sweetie, but no Judy. It is an illusion."
"When
can it be done and where?" I asked.
"Right
here and now. We brought everything we'll need." Sam said.
"Carroll……."
"Yes
mother, they are right. The rumor will go out through the school and all over
town, I was always a girl. That will be hilarious!"
"Margie
will prep Carroll and assist me after you sign the consent forms." San said.
If
Joe finds out I'll never hear the end of it. Shit, I'll be dead!
"I
want a promise from all of you right now. What is going to be done will never
be discussed or disclosed to anyone. Does everyone promise?"
They
all agreed to what I asked. I wondered if the doctors could suture mouths too.
Margie took Carroll up to her room as I signed the forms.
"Sam
what is your fee for this procedure?" I asked.
"I
already received payment from Margie. We're engaged to be married, finally
after three very long years. As for the reasons, she said for you to ask her
later."
We
all congratulated him before he went to Carroll.
Phyllis,
Alex and I waited and waited. In the meantime, Joe and George returned from the
golf course in a very happy mood. It just had to be then that Margie and Sam
came from Carroll and Patty's room.
"That
bedroom is gorgeous. Just what I want for our girls' room." Margie said.
I
introduced Sam and Margie to George and Joe.
"Is
Carroll sick?" Joe asked concerned.