TG Fiction: Crossing The Great Divide, Chapter 1
By J’Dara
OMG! I hardly know where to start. I suppose it started way back even before I got married. My name is Robert Menz and I have always been somewhat introverted, though at the same time liking practical jokes as long as I was not on the receiving end. I became very good at this and quietly had lots of laughs at my friend’s expense.
I met Jean Brown when I was eighteen and yes, it was love at first sight. After a few months we started living together and married some two years later. We had four daughters over the next seven years, Marie, Cathy, Bethany and Katelyn. Throughout their growing years nothing unusual happened just the usual practical jokes, though on the children it was always little things, at least until Cathy’s sweet sixteenth when I went too far — way too far!
Cathy wanted and got a sleepover party, some twenty odd teenagers all dancing, doing makeup, talking, giggling and generally doing all the things they do. I thought it would be fun to send a singing telegram. What came, and ended her party, was a stripper who, well, did what she did. My daughter screamed blue bloody murder, but that was not the worst of it. Jean said nothing, just that look that I knew only too well, “you’ve done it now buster.”
The next morning after everyone had gone home Jean said “Tonight we are having a family meeting and we will discuss suitable punishments.” “But honey” I replied, “No Rob, tonight no excuses. After dinner we will all discuss this.” Oh Crap!
The day went surprisingly well, except all the girls and Jean disappeared for the afternoon. They came home around six with takeaway for dinner. We ate quietly and I knew I was in deep shit, even though I tried hard to explain it was supposed to be a singing telegram not a stripper.
We finished and all adjourned to the lounge.
“Rob, we are all well aware of your jokes, and though I have asked you for years to stop it over and over you insist on carrying on. What you did last night, was disgusting, intolerable and hurt us all deeply.” Jean started. “The girls and I have spoken all afternoon about just what to do about it and what is a fair and just punishment.”
“Dad you have embarrassed me many times with your jokes, at first when I was little they were funny, then they became annoying and embarrassing, but this is a whole new level even for you. I love you but!” Marie said.
“Arrrrrrrrrrr” was all Cathy screamed at me while both Beth and Katelyn were also equally angry. They were all past the point of tears and I was getting deeper and deeper in trouble.
“What we have decided is; No more practical jokes. You get physiological help to understand your actions and consequences. Lastly on each of our daughters twentieth birthdays, you will do whatever they require you to do, no matter what.” Jean stated.
She then laid a document on the table with these conditions including all their signatures, clearly I was snookered. Reluctantly I signed, figuring a week or two of mumbo jumbo and things will get back to normal, just keep my head down. A smile crossed my lips as I thought about the last one also, it was three years away for Marie so it will be long forgotten by then.
WRONG, WRONG, WRONG.
Jean, well aware of my attitude, the following week framed the document and hung it up in the lounge for all to see. Over the next two years it became the butt of many jokes at my expense.
Four months prior to Marie’s twentieth birthday, she called a family meeting.
“Dad, My friends and I all decided we are going to Lanzro’s restaurant and will all dress up as cats. The theme for my party is Cats the Musical. You will come as Grizabella. On the night you will do a rendition of the song Memory. It had better be good as it is being recorded for later. Any questions daddy dear?” Maria smirked.
“No bloody Way” I yelled.
“Rob you have to do it remember our agreement.” Jean shot back, “and don’t swear.”
“But Jean, this is stupid and downright embarrassing, I won’t do it!”
“Well there’s the door don’t slam it on your way out buster, you are responsible for this, you gave your word to abide, you went to counseling for months to understand the hurt you caused and if you dare to back out now, then we are finished” Jean yelled.
“Okay okay, I’ll do it.” I surrendered.
Marie organized for me to go to the show. Unbeknownst to me, her friend Tracy called us after the show and we went backstage where I found out Tracy was the makeup artist and would arrange my costume and makeup. The producer had apparently heard about this and decided it would be a real buzz for the team to assist. Soon it was worked out that I would attend rehearsals every day till my début at Lanzro’s. They would assist with lighting and also send some of the second’s to assist in making it a real performance. Next thing I knew that was that. What the hell just happened?
Going home with Marie on a high was not helping. Remember I am basically introverted. This is my worst nightmare.
Practice over the next month was actually okay as they really tried to help, I was starting to enjoy it, learning the lines and simple dance steps, even some of the makeup on my face was becoming normal. However my confidence was shattered about four weeks before the big birthday. Grizabella cat was a female part and they insisted I portray a female cat in keeping with the show. No WAY!
Despite my arguments to the contrary, Jean, the girls and the cast all insisted.
So I learned what a gaff was and how to use it to “hide my manhood” as they so fondly kept saying. Next the leotard and makeup. They all walked around me like I was a piece of meat. “He will still need breasts, makeup and high heels, also padding in the hips and bum will give him shape and a waist,” they were all saying. I did the only thing I could, I fainted.
“Daddy dear are you alright.” Marie asked, with a big grin on her face. I never knew she could be so evil. Embarrassment plus.
I learnt that the following day I was to go shopping with Marie and Jean, to be fitted with false breasts, underclothes suitable for wearing under a leotard, whatever that meant, as well as tights and some day and night cloths. And lastly a surprise she said I would enjoy. Yeah right!
The next morning I feigned sickness. Did I tell you Jean is a nurse? After checking my temperature, and the usual things, She gave me the look, you know the one that says I am not amused.
“Get up Rob and move your butt mister. This can go easy on you or not. Have a shower and get ready, we have an appointment at Jackie’s Emporium at 9:00 a.m. move it”
I am not a wimp but I know when my wife is in this mood, it is better to hide, or just go along with whatever, if you value your health. Know what I mean?
At 9:00 a.m. on the dot we were at Jackie’s Emporium. The receptionist Liza according to her badge said “Welcome and how can we help you today.”
“We are here to get my husband fitted with breast forms, we have a 9.00 appointment with Jackie,” Jean said. “Hi Jean,” Jackie said as she entered the shop, “Prompt as always Jean, Marie nice to see you again dear. Rob you naughty boy come on through and we will get started” (Jackie is an old family friend, can this get any more embarrassing?)
We were taken out back to a room which contained a shower, computer on a table, several chairs, shelves with lots of product boxes, a bed, which I later learned was a hospital type bed, the type the rises and lowers and moves in many angles. A light over the table and lots of other equipment I knew nothing about. A nice room designed to make you feel at home and relaxed. So not going to happen I thought.
“Rob Please remove your shirt and sit on the bed, while I get a tape measure.” Jackie stated as she went to her desk and got a cloth measuring tape. “Oh My,” She said as she came back,” lots of hair, we’ll deal with that” as she measured my chest in several areas, explaining that this would allow her to work out suitable breast measurements and would computer generate them prior to selection and final fitting.
She gave me a bottle of stuff called Nair and told me to go and put it everywhere on your body except the hair on your head, wait for around fifteen minutes then wash it all off.
“Hard or easy Rob?” Jean stated as I looked uncertain about all this and very nervous.
“If it makes you feel better it will grow back” She said as I went into the change/shower area and did as I was told. After what seemed like a while it started to feel like it burnt my skin I went and washed it all off. Damn all my hair just washed away leaving me feeling weird.
After drying myself a bit gentler, Jean came in with some moisturizer and told me to rub it all over my body. It actually felt nice and I relaxed even though it smelled like flowers. With a robe around me I went back and sat on the bed.
That’s much better dear” Jackie said, “now take of your robe and lay on the bed.” She then proceeded to mark and measure my chest and apply some gunk stuff on it then she got a breast form and placed it on my chest telling me to hold it in place while she applied the other. After a while she helped me sit up. Let me tell you it felt different, two monstrous blobs stuck to my chest feeling like they weigh a ton each. Every move I made they followed me, jiggled and pulled my skin. Damn not funny.
Jackie helped me to stand and I fell forward grabbing the chair just in time to stop from falling flat on the floor. Jean and Marie started laughing so much they nearly wet themselves. “Not Funny” I grumbled. I’m sorry dear it’s just so funny to see you like this. Anyway get dressed and we will start shopping starting with some bras, knickers and other garments you need.
“What you expect me to walk out of here with these things glued to my chest” I yelled
“That’s exactly what we are doing Rob, get used to it, we need to get you fitted with proper fitting bras and cloths so you can learn to behave as a woman over the next few weeks. The only way to do this is to work from the skin out. Also don’t be rude they are breasts dear, they look very nice and realistic. Please don’t embarrass us. Jean said as Marie hid a giggle.
I had done some reading over the last few days about all this and I understood the glue could be dissolved to remove the false breasts. Jackie’s place was a mastectomy clinic but sometimes catered for men who wanted to become or dress as women.
“Rob, in order to give you the best experience, the glue I have used will hold the breast forms firmly in place. A solvent is needed to remove them, don’t try to pull them off, it would damage your skin and the breast forms. You really do need bras to support them properly or you will hurt yourself. Every girl wears bras most of their lives for this very reason,” Jackie said as she said goodbye and good luck.
So here I am walking out, anxious beyond belief boobs and all. At this stage I am just numb walking along with them to the next shop, wondering what horror awaits me next. Yes you guessed it, lingerie shopping at Victoria Secret no less.
To be continued…
Category: Fiction, Transgender Fun & Entertainment