Lanterns on Lake Pontchartrain (8)

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Lanterns on Lake Pontchartrain
An Acadiana Transgender Story

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Bunny Girls Do Not Live in Bookstores! (2)

Baton Rouge, Louisiana is the capital city of Louisianan and the biggest city in Louisianan as well, with a population of roughly a million and a half souls living within the metropolitan area. The city could also boost by hosting two annual anime conventions. The first one was Louisiana Anime and Manga; that one was held in the summer and the second one, Louisiana Anime Social Gathering was held in the fall, normally around Halloween. There was Louisiana Comic Gathering, a general comic convention that mainly focused on American comic books, but also Manga most EOM (English Original Manga) that was held toward the end of Summer, normally right before school took in. So really three.

Now, it is safe to say that I lived through the hellish, roller coaster ride that train ride here was. I had little time to rest however as it was nearly fully dark by the time that old steam train pulled into the station in the heart of downtown Baton Rouge. A herd of cows decided to block our progress between Port Spanish and Fisherman's Landing. And we ran out of both coal and water as we were leaving New Orleans. In fact I had very little time to see the city. I was rushed from the concrete platform of the station to the Bed and Breakfast.

Anyway that is behind me now, what I needed most now was sleep, sleep and food. I'd been on short rations since leaving Blue Bayou. And the only place that was open and that I could afford when my train finally reached Baton Rouge was a McDonalds. Not my first choice, but I was pushed into the corner. And so I'd settled on stuffing my face with chicken nuggets and golden colored french fries and I washed it all down with coke-cola. So after that I was rushed to the Bed and Breakfast.

Once I was checked in, I was shown to my room. Once I was safe in my room, I got a quick shower and then fell fast asleep. My phone jolted me awake the following morning and then stumbling like a zombie I once more stumbled my way to the bathroom and into the shower. Once I'd finished my shower I dressed myself in the same floral sundress and stumbled down to breakfast. My breakfast that morning was cold oatmeal and cold coffee.

After breakfast I called an Uber that took me to the Barnes and Noble where the photo shoot would take place. And that is where I must start this chapter. You see, dear readership, as soon as I reached the bookstore, I spotted my cousin who was having her morning cup of coffee in the on site coffee shop. She said nothing to me, she only smiled a wicked little smile as she pushed a flower print paper handbag toward me.

“Okay Isabella.” My cousin said without bothering to say 'Hello' or 'Good Morning'. “You have around twenty minutes to get changed. You can get changed in the bathroom down here on the first floor. Once you've changed, you can start making your way toward the manga section that is located on the third floor. Take your time and stroll around each section. I know you hate escalators. But for this gig you'll just have to put your big girl panties on and overcome that fear and take it. Inside the bag, you will find the costume, plus some shoes. Oh, and in case you made the rookie mistake of not shaving your legs, I included some shaving foam and some safety razors, there pink.” Jasmine finished her coffee and tossed the paper cup into a nearby trash can.

“And remember girl, you have just under twenty minutes to get changed. Jasmine paused and took a deep breath. “And Kagesaki-Sama wants to stroll around the bookstore for at least two if not three hours. To really drum up support for her book. Listen, she is not too keen on having her baby translated from Japanese to English. And this is her first time in America. So we really need to make a good impression.”

I nodded my head.

“Good, now go ahead and get changed and let's get this ball rolling. It should take you less than ten minutes to slip on that costume. Twelve minutes tops. Also please do something with your face. You look plain. You know, put on a little lipstick, a little foundation, a little eyeliner, maybe a little brush. And for the love of God, please run a brush through that rat's nest you call hair.” Jasmine said, sighing as she stood up and slowly she started to walk around around me, well she started to circle me, like a lion, she then leaned in and sniffed and then she sighed again.

“And please put on some perfume too, cause right now you smell like soap.” She added as she walked off. “I'm going to the bar across the street right now. I need something stronger than coffee. I need some liquid courage.” And with that she pushed right past me.

“Hey!” I quickly spun around and peered at my cousin retreating. “You're not going to stay and shadow me?”

“Nah.” Jasmine said. “You'll either sink or swim and if you sink, you'll drown and your wrathful spirit will haunt this place.” I could tell right off the bat that Jasmine was in a snarky mood. And it made my blood boil.

“Bitch!” I snared.

“Stop talking and go get changed.” She said. “Or else both of us will be in a kettle of boiling water. And listen, Kagesaki-Sama is kind of old school Japanese. You make a fool of yourself, you'll also end up making a fool of me, and heck she might even order us to commit freaking seppuku.” Isabella turned upon her heels and folded her hands behind her back as she leaned in and smiled.

“How does that dear cousin, being forced to get down on your knees and kneel down in the middle of this busy, bookstore, dressed in only a sexy cosplay and then being forced to commit seppuku because you made a fool of yourself? Think about that while you get dressed.” She added as she smiled and then she winked at me.

“Bitch!” I muttered under my breath again.

“Love you too!”

“Bitch!” I muttered again as I turned upon my heel and marched toward the bathroom to well get changed. As I walked I found myself muttering under my breath. “First she books my train ticket on that bucket of bolts, and then.. oh forget it.” I whispered harshly under my breath as I tramped toward the bathroom where I would hopefully get changed. After ten or so minutes I found the bathroom. It was tucked into a little corner next to the 'Occult' and 'Paranormal' sections.

Taking a deep breath I walked into the women's restroom. What the worst that could happen to me is a bunch of TERF's flushing into the store? Maybe they would drag me out of the bathroom. I could see it now, a bunch of hyped up Southern Baptists waving around Bibles would come roaring in like a lioness, bust open the door to the bathroom stall, drag me out of the bathroom and then drive a stake into the ground and tie me to it.

While wearing the Bunny Suit of course. Then they would go to the manga section, gather up all the manga and light novels they could lay their hands on. And make a big pile around me. I'm sure then they would soak down the glossy pages with lighter fluid and for added measure even toss in the anime DVD's the store store sells. Cause you know anime and manga both come from the devil if you believe every word that comes from the foul mouths of the Southern Baptist. Anyway once the light novels and mangas are saturated with lighter fluid, I'm sure somebody will toss on a match and boom. There you go, one transgender girl extra crispy.

With those pleasant thoughts swirling around inside this head of mine. I walked into the first empty stall I spotted and then I took a deep breath. I guess it was now time for me to face the music. And so with trembling hands I opened the handbag and then I felt my face go red as a tomato. Inside the bag is faux, leather strapless, leotard, a bowtie, and bunny ear headband and of course the cuffs with big brass buttons and faux, leather kitten heel shoes. And sheer stockings. And let not forget the cute little fluffy, round bunny tail.

I took a deep breath and sighed. And saying nothing else I started to strip myself. Starting with my shoes and socks and working my way up. As I removed each piece of clothing I found myself muttering under my breath as I struggled in the confined space of the bathroom stall.

“They could have provided a decent changing room.” I muttered as I finally managed to get undressed. And then I had to struggle with the costume. Starting with the sheer stockings. And then I had to struggle with the faux, leather strapless leotard. I quickly found out the outfit gave my small breast a good boost and made my girls seem larger and rounder than they were. So I guess that was an added bonus.

And finally I got the cuffs, the bowtie and the bunny ear headband on. And last but not least I slipped my feet into the kitten heel shoes. I sighed and took a deep breath as I stuffed my normal clothing into the handbag. My heart was racing, I felt sick, and at that very moment I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole!

“I guess it's time to face the music!” I said blushing a little. As I turned around and peered toward my bottom that was encased in the faux leather costume. “Does this make my bottom look big?” I asked myself.

At that moment a random person decided to walk in. The woman blinked and just leered at me for a few minutes before going into one of the stalls to use the bathroom. A few minutes passed before I heard the toilet flush and a few more minutes later the woman opened the door of the stall and walked up to the sink to wash her hands.

“You know, I try not to judge.” She said as she finished washing her hands and started to dry them with a brown paper towel. The woman then turned toward me and tossed the paper into a nearby waste can.

“But! You should be ashamed of yourself! I bet your mother is ashamed of you. And if she not, then she did a piss ass job raising you.” And with that the woman turned upon her heels and walked away. I watched the woman retreat out of the corner of my eye. Once I was sure she was out of the bathroom, I took a deep breath and heaved another heavy sigh and gave myself once more in the mirror.

“Well, that the first Southern Baptist I'd pissed off today. I wonder if there going to burn at the stake now or wait till the book signing thing is over.” And with that I gathered up my courage and left the bathroom. It was time to start my two hours of walking around the bookstore, dressed as a bunny girl, heck I might even flirt with a few people while I'm at it.

To be Continued. 

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A vivid imagination!

Emma Anne Tate's picture

Tied to a stake in a bunny suit, surrounded by lighter-fuel saturated Manga? My goodness! Looks like rabbit’s back on the menu!

Good fun, Sunflower-San!

Emma

Hasenpfeffer……..

D. Eden's picture

“If I didn't know this was hasenpfeffer, I'd swear it was carrots.”

In the words of my second favorite cartoon character, “It just goes to show ya that a one-eyed jack rabbit can beat a king!” Hopefully, like Bugs, Isabella can outsmart her antagonists - after all, it has been my experience that most Southern Baptists are either below average intelligence, or have such a large stick up their ass that it is very easy to frustrate them.

And for future reference, Daffy Duck was my favorite character. How can you beat Duck Dodgers?

D. Eden

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus

I poke fun..

Sunflowerchan's picture

I tend to poke a lot of fun at the Southern Baptist, it's nothing personal, I was nearly raised in that church. Well raised in both the United Methodist Church and the Southern Baptist church, me mum she was Baptist and me dad was Methodist. I myself turned out Episcopalian and later Roman Catholic. Anyway, I'm sure Isabella will be fine, I doubt any of them will attend the event. As most think Manga and Anime come from the devil and often shout out "Remember they bombed our ships!" - I have heard that a few times, first time was in the bookstore in Vicksburg, the second time in the Barnes and Nobles off Highland Coloney in Ridgeland, Ms. Goodtimes. Also I agree, Daffy Duck is a personal favorite of mine. As always thank you for the lovely comment D. Eden, your comments mean the world to me.

They bombed our ships?

Emma Anne Tate's picture

If we’re keeping score, so did the good people of Mississippi and Louisiana. Fortunately for the history of the United States, neither David Dixon Porter nor David Glasgow Farragut were the type of officer to be deterred. “Damn the torpedoes— full speed ahead.”

Emma

What most civilians don’t realize……

D. Eden's picture

Is that the “torpedoes” that Farragut was referring to were what we would refer to as mines in our more modern vernacular. During the Battle of Mobile Bay, one of the ships under his command struck a mine, which resulted in hesitation amongst his remaining ship captains. Seeing this, Farragut surged ahead placing his flagship in the lead, and issued the famous command, “Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!” His audaciousness won the day.

Not common knowledge, Farragut was actually Hispanic. His father had emigrated from Spain in 1766, later joining the fledgling United States in what was at that time the South Carolina Navy - yes, they had their own Navy back then, lol. He married a Scots-Irish woman and anglicized his name before moving to Tennessee, where his wife died leaving him to raise his son, David Glasgow Farragut - who joined the US Navy as a midshipman at the age of nine.

David Glasgow Farragut was a vocal opponent of secession, but hailing from Tennessee his loyalty was repeatedly questioned - which inadvertently spurred him on to prove it through action at New Orleans, Vicksburg, Port Hudson, and especially Mobile Bay, where he uttered his famous quote.

He later became the first full Admiral in the US Navy. Five individual ships, and two classes of ship have been named after him to date.

And yeah, in case you hadn’t noticed, he was one of my idols growing up. I actually did a paper on him in high school. Strange hero for the son of a southern family in the Carolinas with a strong Army tradition, but what can I say - I was determined to be different, to not follow the path my family had laid out for me.

D. Eden

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus

I pointed that out.

Sunflowerchan's picture

As a Freshman in Highschool I was required to take US. History, now the teach was a coach. Coach was a firm believer in the 'Lost Cause' and when the unit came to the Civil War, he taught from a Southern Point of view, I made a point in bringing up the fact that 1) The South had been defeated soundly. 2) The South had no legal right to ceased from the Union that doing so was the worst move the region could make because of ecomic ties and 3) The owning of human property was morally wrong no matter how you twisted it around. Coach hated me for that. Thank you Emma-sama for your thoughtful feedback. As much as I try to escape it, I find myself haunted by the this region. It a true mindfield I've placed myself in setting these stories in these two states.

My father’s family were Southern Baptist…….

D. Eden's picture

But thankfully my mother’s family were Lutheran and we were raised in that tradition. Although that meant that we were exposed to Baptists regularly - not just family, but in every day life as well. Some of the worst hypocrites I have ever met were Southern Baptists, but they definitely don’t have a lock on hypocrisy, lol. There is plenty of it to go around.

D. Eden

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus

I made a promise..

Sunflowerchan's picture

I made a promise to myself that when I started writing these stories, I would write the truth as I saw it. Even if some of the view points of some the characters reflected badly on certain creeds, states, and such. I believe that only by writing the truth can I find some measure of success and hopefully, when the ink runs out, I might have left a lasting impression. For good or for ill. If somehow I've tapped into the truth then I've set out to do what I aim to do in my writing. I still feel one day you gals are going to grow tired of me and send me down the creek strapped to a sawlog. Hyporcrisy is something I saw a lot of growing up questing my gender in Highschool. Add in that I liked anime and manga, and played Magic the Gathering and I believe you can see I was something of a social outcast. My hate for the Southern Baptist creed comes being kicked out of a youth group one cold evening, because I dared to stand up to the "Leader".

Said leader was using scripture as a battering ram and publically lashing out at one of the few openly gay kids in our class. In the ideal world, the one who stands up would ushered a hero and the evil overlord would fall. Such I thought the case would be, I was 16, long haired, full of dreams, drunk on Toilken. I was instead kicked out and forced to walk home with just my thin hoodie and jeans, oh a borrowed scarf and mittons. That was around 2006ish I think. Anyway, try as I might sometimes that hate works it's way into my stories. Sorry for rambling, but I felt I owed you and my wonderful readership an reason. I hope it's accepted.

I definitely have not grown tired of your writing……

D. Eden's picture

And I don’t see it happening any time in the future either. In the words of Bobby McFerrin, “Don’t worry, be happy.”

If you are worried about writing about what you have seen or experienced, I see nothing wrong with that. Exposing the way people have acted around you or toward you, whether hypocritically or simply mean and nasty, should not cause anger from the reader. Personally, I would think most of us can relate to it, lol.

D. Eden

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus

Plenty of hypocrisy to go around

I was raised in a Mennonite community where three church denominations co-exist. One of those has as part of the baptismal pledge a promise (or pledge instead of an oath) to totally abstain from the consumption of alcohol. But every Saturday I would observe several preachers and deacons from that particular congregation leave one of the [notorious] bars in town with a crate of beer.

But the “clergy” from all three churches agreed that no boys were to be allowed to participate in folk dancing that was part of the official Arts curriculum. Because dancing leads to prostitution and adultery. And if some of those folk dances called for partners, then half the girls would have to cross-dress to dance the boys parts, by mandate of the “clergy”.
Any boy who dared to disguise himself in any kind of female form would catch hellfire, sulfur and brimstone!!! But any girl who was a tomboy would be congratulated for her strong character.
Even to this day, there is no problem (not even a raised eyebrow) when two women live together in the same household. But when two men try to share a household, they are immediately defamed as having a homosexual relationship and run out of town through economic bullying and mobbing, as well as the suspicion of being pedophiles.

I am just so sick and tired of those self-righteous hypocrites that are no better than the pharisees that accosted Jesus 2.000 years ago!

Sunflower's brand of humor.

Sunflowerchan's picture

I think the subject of this comment gives it away, but quite often these ideas fall into my head at work. The idea of being burned at the stake surrounded by lighter-fuel saturated Manga was one of them. Now, how that idea fell into my head and why a bunny suit is story within itself. My mind tends to stray away while at work and when it comes back, it brings with it these kind of ideas. Thank you for the lovely comment Emma-Sama!

Jasmine Is No Help

joannebarbarella's picture

She is supposed to be supporting Isabella in making the event a success, not abandoning her in the restrooms!

Who needs enemies with friends like that?

I absolutely agree……

D. Eden's picture

And this from the woman who was in tears worried about Isabella harming herself!

D. Eden

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus

Jasmine point of view.

Sunflowerchan's picture

First allow me to thank you Joanna-Sama for bringing something to my attention that I totally overlooked when I was hammering this chapter out. I totally overlooked Jasmine's point of view and now that you mention it, I should go back and explore that and maybe offer the readership a clue to what going on. Kind of like a what the writer of "Sword Art Online" did in the famous chapter 13.5. Something to maybe clue the readership in and give fresh eyes to Isabella. She is acting out of character and I feel I owe you guys the readership an answer. As always thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to comment on one of my stories. Your comments mean the world to me.

This Was Helpful

Marissa Lynn's picture

Posting this installment allowed me to go back to the beginning, as I didn't cheat and went back to the first chapter all the way through.

I rather enjoy how much you infuse your stories with a sense of place that makes it feel familiar, even for someone who never lived in the South (my first grade year in Houston and second grade in a then-rural, now totally suburban place south of there) doesn't quite count.

As for poking fun at those who use their piety to be cruel or hateful, well, they set themselves up for it. The area I lived most of my life in was heavily Catholic and Midwestern, so they showed more of a "talk behind your back" kind of hatred.

I did notice Jasmine's attitude as well, but I figured that more of her story would be revealed as Isabella's journey moves forward.

Until the next chapter, which I look forward to...

Talk behind your back

When Martin Luther translated the Bible to German, he coined a very descriptive term: “Afterrede” or the verb “afterreden”.
This is a compound word (German is famous for creating and using compound word). “After” is the «anus» or the «anal orifice». And “Rede” is the «speech», «discourse» or «homily». So compound it means «speech of the anus», or «homily of anal orifice».

I think that is plenty descriptive and very accurate as to the sentiment that is generally behind such talk.